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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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Joker & the PMC pal of her choice at a music festival!

Let's go somewhere together!

"I still can't believe we're at Woodchella," Joker said for the seventeenth time that day. She threw her arms around Cater's waist and gave him a crushing hug, then looked up at his face, laughing. "How did you even manage to get tickets for all four of us? I heard it was impossible to get them."

"Easy, Jokerkins! I still gotta breathe," he chuckled, rumpling her hair. "And it wasn't even me that got them, it was my father." He lowered his voice, trying to sound like a pompous older man. "'Since you've been playing that guitar so much, may as well see where you'll end up slumming it someday', blah blah blah. I mean, thanks for the vote of confidence, Father dearest, but way to make it sound like the worst possible option."

She giggled cheerily. "He could have called us all your scumbag friends, and I wouldn't give a darn, since he sent the whole club here." She finally released him from her affectionate clutches, and looked around, taking in the sights. "Shame that Kalim and Lilia are coming late, though. They're gonna miss the local punk bands on the D stage, and that one DJ with the puppets, and..."

She prattled on, and Cater reflected on how close her guess was. The bimbo, the weirdo, and that valuable friend of his, the Asim boy? At least dear old Dad realized they were a team, and provided tickets for all of them, despite the limited availability. It was rare that his father remembered anything about his friends or interests, so he considered it a tentative victory. Go, team Cay-Cay, all the way to Woodchella at least. He put on his usual cheery smile and nodded along as Joker continued, lost in his own thoughts.

"... until they release the pack of wild clowns and put out the fire that the samurai giraffes set on the main stage." Joker narrowed her eyes at him. "Cay-Cay. Hellooooo. You even listening?"

"Buh?" he responded eloquently. "Wild Clowns broke up five years ag— oh. OH. Yeah, you caught your sempai not paying attention. Nabbed me in 4k." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Sorry, just a touch overwhelmed by all this."

"It is the Shaftlands' biggest annual festival," she said sympathetically. "And it's mind-blowing. Well, mister overwhelmed, maybe we should start at the small stages first?"

"Absolutely." He breathed a sigh of relief, tossing his hair back. "But before that? Selfies for Magicam! Come squish in next to me by the banner; we gotta flex on the dorks back on campus. Smile and say Woodchella!"

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #twisted wonderland oc #joker carder #nrc pop music club #story #well in theory anyway #the other boys'll come around #watch how Kalim's dad got tickets for everyone else too lol

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mischiefmanaged71 · 1 year

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In This Moment (4)

Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.

A/N: Peaky Blinders AU, Ewan Mitchell OC x fem!reader

Y/N got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around herself tightly. She moved into her bedroom, gathering her outfit to change as she hummed softly to herself. Several thoughts on her to-do list were prominent at the front of her mind as she dressed, hanging the towel over the screen. She put on her slip dress when she remembered her forgotten earrings on the bathroom counter just as her bedroom door opened.

Her eyes widened as she saw Will. “What are you doing?”

He quickly recovered, lowering his gaze. “I knocked, but there was no answer.”

“I-I was in the shower.” she quickly replied, coughing. “It's fine. What is it?"

“At least your being non-chalant about it.” Will crossed his arms against his chest.

“I can shout at you to get out if that’d be more suitable?"

He grinned, leaning against the doorway, “I’m perfectly fine where I’m standing.” Her face flushed at the comment, moving to slip her gown on. She turned back around, seeing Will’s gaze fixed.

"It's far from appropriate."

"What is?"

"Standing in my doorway."

"You're dressed now, aren't you?"

She tilted her head, "I suppose. Most men wouldn't even bother looking away."

"I'm not like most men."

She hummed, nodding. He certainly wasn't.

"Part of my job is understanding people's motivations. Their way of thinking. There's still things I don't know about you. That's what makes you different."

"I like having that bit of mystery. Draws in all kinds of people." He stepped in front of her.

"And what type are those?"

Her breath picked up as Will leaned down, "The interested parties... the desired kind."

"And women actually buy into it?" She raised her eyebrows.

He wore a smirk, tilting his head. "You did."

Y/N bit her lip to hold back the remark waiting on her tongue. Her hands perched on the bed post, not noticing how Will had pushed her backward with his steps. Her heart thundered in her chest as he grew closer.

"Why did you come in here?"

Will relented, blinking at her. “Arthur called. Said he’ll bring the car round in a half hour.”

“Okay.” she nodded, "I'll need to change." confirmed as Will stood still, holding her gaze. “Are you gonna shut the door?”

Will paused before he finally responded. “Course. I’ll leave you to it.”

The breath trapped in her throat finally left. The matter of her flustered state became an apparent problem as she raised a hand to her warm face. She just needed to get through today without any further stress.

***

People filed in and around her, the sounds of conversation and cheer bustling around with the thrill of the races. She stood close to Arthur, Will practically glued to her side as they navigate the crowd.

"Seems busier than usual today."

"A new record, I'd say." Walking into a stand with seats.

"When's Tommy expecting us?"

"Dunno, but there's Finn and Isaiah." Arthur pointed out.

"Lads look like trouble, that's for sure." Will murmured, his words reaching her ears as he walked beside her.

"And you don't?"

"I used to." He replied, "Then I grew out of it."

"What'd you used to do?"

"Wander round at night. Grab a drink with mates. We'd get up to some crazy things."

"Assuming you're not going to elaborate." She mused.

"Oh, it wouldn't be a proper conversation here."

Her eyes followed his gesture below to the group, wide grins on their faces as they nudged each other. "Best they stay there. Let 'em have their fun."

"They're on the job." Arthur grumbled.

"I thought you'd agree with me." She smiled, settling in her seat, Will scanning their proximity.

"Normally, but I suppose there are other priorities today. Boys'll need their heads screwed on for it."

"What kind of priorities are we talking about?" She whispered, staring at the crowd. “Where's Tommy?”

Arthur paused, "He’s got some other business to deal with today. I can guarantee it's not gonna be pretty."

She pursed her lips. "And he didn't think to mention it?"

"It was a need to know basis. Not everyone needs to know."

"I'm not everyone, am I?" She narrowed her eyes.

"No. But we need you safe. The fewer people that know, the better."

"When it comes to me, you and Tommy love to pick and choose. I thought you trusted me with things as part of this family-"

"Come on, Y/n/n. Enough with that. We trust you with plenty, but this-not when it puts you in danger." Arthur cut her off."

She hummed with a tight smile. "I get it. I get all the special treatment, and you blokes get to know everything."

"You know that we do things to protect you. It's the reason we entrusted Adler to take care of you. I think he'd agree." Arthur noted pointedly, glancing at the man as he watched but remained silent on the matter.

"I think I need the lady's room." She stood up, wandering off. It was on her way back from the lavatory that she bumped into a man. An apology fell from her mouth as she skirted around them before a hand gripped her wrist.

"You've got to watch where you're goin', sweetheart."

"I said sorry. It was an accident." Tugging on her wrist as his grip tightened.

He chuckled, "I reckon I can think of other ways you can make it up to me."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." She deadpanned, wrenching her wrist from his grip. A gasp escaped her as he forcefully pulled on her arm, wrenching her closely.

"That won't do at all." he sneered.

"Let go!" She yelled, but it was swallowed by the crowd noise. A pair of hands pushed at the man's chest, forcing them apart.

"Hands off, mate." Will stood in front of her, his figure cloaking her.

"Come on. Just havin' a bit of fun."

From her chest heaving to the feeling stirring in her stomach, it was certainly not.

"Don't think so. She clearly told you to get lost." Will stated, a mask of calm beneath his furious stare.

"And who are you?" The man stalked closer, "What? Not enough to share round?"

"I'll say this once. Walk away." He stared the man down.

"Or what? You gonna fight me?" He got into Will's space.

"I don't think it'd be much of a fight. You won't like that part." Will's voice was low.

"I don't know, I'd like to see that." The man touched Will's shoulder, but he twisted his hand, forcing the man to bend the knee.

"I don't think you do." Will leaned down, "Touch her or any woman again, and I'll make sure you can't use this hand. For anything. Got that?"

The man winced, staring Will down who smirked. He twisted, receiving another yelp before the man conceded. "Alright! Alright!"

"Apologise."

"I'm sorry." The man croaked as Will shoved him.

"Now, piss off."

Will turned around, quickly ushering her into a private space between the stands.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He placed a hand on her back, another on her shoulder to mould her body against him.

She shook her head. "I'm okay. Irritated, more than anything."

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"What for?" She met his eyes, rubbing her sore wrist.

"I shouldn’t have left you alone."

"You can't be everywhere." She retorted, "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can, but my job is to keep you safe. If I can't do that, then I've failed."

"You did keep me safe. He didn't get a chance to do anything." Her hand grasped his shoulder, bringing his gaze down. "I'm okay because of you."

Will unclenched his jaw, nodding his head. "This isn't even the most dangerous job I've had."

"Do you think you'll stay?"

"Indefinitely." He stated, "Mr Shelby never specified an end period."

"If I'm being honest, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. It is nice- having the company."

"Yeah?" His voice with a teasing edge, “In what ways?”

"I mean," Y/N darted away from his smile, "I do feel a lot safer-with you, that is."

His face softened, "I'm glad."

She smiled, "You're good at your job, Will."

"I hope to keep it that way." His hand found the small of her back, "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine." She squeezed his hand, her smile easing the heaviness weighing over him. “Trust me.”

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marmotsomsierost · 8 months

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Adventures on grocery shopping on the start of labor day weekend (i.e. you fool, what have you done)

1) lady with smol child watches me smell then turn the baggie of hatch chiles around, eyeing it suspiciously. Smol child asks her what i'm doing. She pauses and then says 'i...don't know.' About this time i find the pepper that was minutes away from turning into terrible sludgy goo and extricate it, setting it gently to the side. Even that amount of motion was too much, and it sort of....melts. Smol child makes a wonderful noise of delighted disgust. Asks if their veggies at home do that. Lady says 'no, baby, that's what frozen veggies are for.'

2) there's sweet corn advertised right next to the chiles. I pick up an ear and smell it, again suspiciously. (I have been burned before, california. Your version of 'roadside fresh' and mine are very different.) Lady comes up next to me, starts picking up ears and ripping the dangliest tassels and husks off before bagging the ears. I look at the top of one, nope, set it back. Repeat. Find a good one. Lady has by this point stopped entirely and is watching me. "Well now what are you doing, then?" I point out the rejected corn has a tassel that looks icky, and the other one didn't feel heavy enough, and this one has nice goldenbrown tassel and feels heavy and is a nice green, and since i plan on cooking it, i peel back a bit of the husk to point out the nice fat kernels and squish one. Then i pick up the rejected one and peel it back a bit and the tip is bare and the visible kernels look dry. Lady's partner has come up behind her and says "you found another corn nut, huh?" She flicks him in the arm and says "no, i do not do...corn wizardry. I didn't even know corn wizardry was a thing. Thank you for the help, by the way."

3) someone says 'on wisconsin' behind me while i was talking about the corn and it is only later that i realize i am indeed wearing my ancient bucky badger tank top which would only be parseable as bucky if you knew what he was beforehand. I cannot see anyone around wearing obviously wisconsin or midwesty clothing. Did Chip astrally project just to fuck with me? i would not put it past him.

4) the human versions of the love children of abbot and costello / waldorf and statler are in the frozen food section (a madhouse because there are several sales ongoing) bickering while in search of bone in skin on chicken breasts, because you can't fry skinless chicken, what's the point? There is no point, that's the point. Maybe it's over there. Excuse me sir- sorry, miss- salmon candy, now there's a helluvathing. Is it good? Hm. Ah i don't think the boys'll go for that though. Is it like teriyaki? (I reply that it's not not like teriyaki but it's more like a nugget of smoked salmon that rolled into your pancake syrup.) Oh the boys'll go for salmon bacon no sweat. For sure. Why's the cold case so dark? Oh, they've shut for the night. Yeah yeah we should have come earlier maybe someone- oh here's the man, let's ask him. (No, they didn't sell well enough, they don't carry them anymore.) Oh that's the story we got at costco, too. I guess people just don't know what to do with themselves anymore. (The market down in (next city down the freeway) ought to have it. Maybe that safeway store too.) Naw, we're not going down there tonight, we'll just have to live with it. Well, there's drumsticks with skin on - ah, that's the fancy nice stuff, no sense in throwing that in a deep fryer...

4b) after this i encountered them again by the eggs, where the shorter of the two jokingly asked the woman with two kids and a very full cart if he could take the two packs of frozen breakfast links off their hands, and when she gave him the most 'i can't have heard that right' face the taller guy wheeled the cart around, clapped his hand on his buddy's shoulder, and said heartily "yeah that joke didn't land well at costco either!" before moving on towards the bakery department.

5) i inadvertently box out this poor guy around like three corners and one and a half aisles because i am not used to this layout and i can"t find the fucking laundry detergent and once i realize it is the same guy been behind me for way too long i dodge to the side and say "oh, i'm so sorry, i keep zigging in front of you." He laughs and says "no problem, basketball is a hard habit to break!" About 30 seconds later he appears abruptly behind a stand display thing, goes 'oop- oh, see, i got you this time!"

6) cluster of teenagers are standing in front of the big fall sale display. "Why is everything fall gotta be pumpkin spice. It's like turning into basic bitch season." His two friends snap with similar language "because it's fucking delicious, BRYAN." (Presumably) Bryan does the full body teenage eyeroll and says "okay, whatever can we just go find the fu...(eyeroll finished, he ends up locking eyes with me)...dge..." Having decided to lean in to the bizarreness of this trip, apparently, i say "i'm pretty fuckin' sure it's in the fuckin' bakery aisle." Cue cackling pandemonium. I add "the count chocula cereals are actually over in bakery, though, i passed them earlier."

7) i am in the rice aisle. There is a multitude of rice. There is no goddamn wild rice. There is 'countrywild' rice which contains no actual wild rice and wild rice mixes, all of which contain herbs not of my choosing and a buttload of salt and brown rice for fuck knows why and one of which contains fucking quinoa, for fuck's sake. This is a travesty and i am wounded beyond measure.

7b) someone laughs behind me, says "oh i'm sorry i don't mean to make fun ì just was not expecting a soliloquy in the rice and ethnic foods aisle."

7c) ...i have apparently said all that out loud, with my actual voice. Great. That's great. I retreat out of the rice aisle and text my mom to whine about the rice.

7d) fucking quinoa. Quinoa. WHY. WHY.

8) hours later after coming home and unpacking groceries and writing up this post i am still cranky about the lack of wild rice because i have perfect fucking asparagus and bay scallops and sweet corn and hatch chiles and i could be making a perfect fucking dinner but i am missing the fucking rice and yes okay i have calrose but it is not the same.

#earlier today i threw the wire dog crates in the metals recycling bin #and the last and biggest one i hauled out hefted overhead walked to the bin and hup-yote it up and in #(the bin is taller than my head and stuffed overfull in places so i had to get it to land flat and slide backwards)#and from behind me i hear “well goddamn i was gonna offer to help you with that but now i wish you'd'a helped *me* unload”#i turn and there is a crusty old carpentery type dude behind me. he shrugs and says “have a good day now” and leaves #that was this morning i guess it should've been a hint of things to come #but seriously the countrywild rice is brown rice red rice and black rice #why is it named -wild if there is no WILD FUCKING RICE IN IT

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wildcorries · 2 years

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Don't think about Dogma walking you down to the river so you can swim, keeping guard while you undress, and trying his hardest to not turn around and look.

Don't think about skinny dipping with Outlaw!Domga in the middle of the night, letting the moonlight and stars light your way to each other in the water.

Don't think about how you'd whisper to each other, even though the sounds of the frogs and crickets and owls are all definitely loud enough to drown you both out. Neither of you wanting to get above the hushed tones in case you get caught.

- 🦎

goddamn lizard you've gone and done it now

by the stream

paring: dogma x reader

warnings: 18+ only!!! mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, irresponsible sex in fresh water which i do NOT endorse that's why it's a fantasy loves

The stars are brilliant, bright, impossibly close, even though you know they're high above you. You keep your face upturned to them, let the marvelous heavens engulf you, hoping that focusing on them will help you keep your nerve.

Perhaps there are women who wouldn't need much nerve for what you're about to suggest. Perhaps you'll be like those women, one day. But for now, you feel as skittish as a doe, fingers trembling against your will. You swallow hard, and do your best not to give it another thought.

"It's warmer than I expected, you know," you call out, the slightest rustle of clothing the only indication that Dogma has heard you. "You should join me."

"I should?" he repeats, confusion lacing his voice. You don't mean to be dramatic, really you don't, but if he says no, you'll just cry. It's so stupid, he gives himself to you almost nightly, kissing down your body so reverently you'd think yourself a church. But you long for the feel of his body, so often rigid, loose and pliant beneath your fingertips. Here, specifically, in this softly flowing creek, where you feel most free.

If you're honest, you've been sort of on edge since y'all met up with Slick and his strange band of men, and you mostly think your emotional state is because of that. And it's not the end of the world if you do cry, of course. You can just duck beneath the gently rippling water and let it drown out your tears. Still. You'd really, really like him to join you.

"But, who'll stand guard?" Dogma asks you, almost in bewilderment. You snort in a terribly unladylike manner, and then try to be serious, for his benefit.

"I s'pose you could ask Stone, if you're that worried," you offer, and Dogma makes a dismissive noise before falling quiet once more. You wait, trying to be patient, a virtue you've never quite grasped fully, and are rewarded by the heavy jingling of metal falling to earth.

"Naked as the day you were born," he grumbles, "you know what the boys'll say if they come 'round and see us like this?"

"'Oh goody, free show.'" Dogma laughs loudly at that, coughing quickly to cover the sound.

"Yeah, you're a show, babygirl," he murmurs. The water splashes some, and Dogma gets closer to you, so that you can see him beneath the moonlight, and oh, what a sight.

He's got plenty of scars and marks from bullets that never finished the job - you know this, of course. You've traced them more times than you can count. But always in the dimness of the tent you sleep in, always squinting just to get a look at his handsome face as you grasp at his length and listen to his soft sighs. Here in the bright white light that gleams down on you both, you can see exactly how jagged the knife was that nearly got his throat and sliced it's way down his shoulder instead. You can spot the bullet that lodged itself in his hip, that he dug out with his own two fingers and keeps for luck in his shirt pocket.

You can see the brand that crooked old lawman gave him, may he rot in hell, clear and in the shape of a v over his handsome face. And sure, you can see that most days, in less intimate moments, but it's especially lovely and rugged as he smiles shyly at you.

"Thank you," you whisper, and Dogma's smile grows wider, even as he shakes his head.

"Think I should be the one doing the thankin', don't you, babygirl?" he says softly, reaching out to your hips and pulling you to him, kissing you so sweet, like what you're doing isn't sinful as all hell. "You look pretty like this."

"Nude?" you ask him. He chuckles as he reaches between you and teases at your nipples, rough, calloused fingers making you shudder, disturbing the water around you.

"Lit up like a star," he tells you, his other hand finding the apex of your thighs and meeting its mark there, pressing the heel of his palm against you and letting you rut wildly. "Y'look like an angel."

"I don't feel like an angel," you breathe, not touching him like you'd intended, too busy holding onto him for dear life as he slips a finger inside you, arms wrapped around his broad frame.

"Feel like an angel to me," he says with a darkness that is damn near blasphemous. He's imprecise against your clit, but steady and sure - he knows damn well how to make you come quickly, of course, you taught him that first thing. But he wants to draw this out, that much is clear as he slips a second finger inside and pumps at his leisure. "Feels holy, babygirl."

"We're going to hell," you moan, and Dogma cuts off the sound with a fierce kiss.

"If this is hell let me be struck down," he tells you, gritty and rough, and you know he's enjoying himself, thrusting his hips against your thigh even as he fingers you. You bite down, hard, on his tanned shoulder as your body convulses, Dogma finding your release like a man on a hunt. You barely hang onto his strong frame as he continues to grind his hips against you, snaking one very shaky arm down, reaching between you both, finding the hard, velvety cock that's evaded you so far, and-

"Dogma! Dogma, where the hell are you?" You're not sure which of the men says it, but you both freeze. You snap back first, releasing him apologetically with a kiss to the cheek and pushing him back toward the river bank. He barely has his belt back on by the time the caller shows up, and you sink into the water, letting your hair fan out as you watch and hope he hasn't forgotten something important in coming out here with you.

"Dogma, aren't you meant to be guarding the camp?" Thorn demands, stomping down the shoreline.

"No," Dogma tells him, and you cross your fingers that Thorn doesn't hear how out-of-breath he sounds. "It's Grenade's rotation. Miss Nightmare had asked that I guard her bath." You cover your mouth to hide a delighted laugh - your nickname isn't so surprising, of course, you've all got them to keep your identities safe in the gang. But he insists on using "Miss" every time he talks about you in company, despite the fact that he's been balls-deep inside you.

"But Grenade's not - oh, well, hi, Nightmare - shit!" Thorn slaps his hands over his eyes, even though you're certain he couldn't see anything even if you were standing up. "I didn't even see you there, uh, ma'am? I don't call you ma'am."

"It's alright," you call. "You can, ah, you can take your hand away." Thorn does not.

"Where the hell is Grenade, then?" Thorn asks, eyes still covered.

"Don't know. Reckon you'd have to ask him that," Dogma says shrugging. "You alright, Thorn? You're all jumpy."

"Well, I, well," Thorn stutters. "I got spooked checking out on the permitter, is all. And I just think someone oughta be out there."

"Another bunny, Thorn?" you ask playfully, and Thorn swears.

"Shut the hell up," Thorn says, turning and climbing back up the hill to camp, but there's no venom in his voice. "A big ass deer, if you've gotta know. I'm going to find Grenade. Try not to drown, Nightmare."

"Yes, sir!" you call. Once he's good and gone, you breathe a sigh of relief, lying back in the stream some and letting it wash over you. It doesn't matter much, really, if the boys catch you and Dogma at it. But you'd never hear the end of it, neither of you.

"Well, guess we better head back," Dogma sighs.

"I guess," you agree. It would've been nice to have fucked in the water, but there's always next time. Dogma has a way of making even the filthiest things seem like good clean fun. "Come by my tent in a bit?"

"Sure," he says, wearing a mischievous smile as he helps you out of the water and wraps you up in a threadbare old blanket, rubbing you down so you get good and dry. "I was hardly finished with you, anyway."

#you did this miss lizard #i hope you're proud #wild writing #wild corries au #wild asks #anon

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Just A Babysitter. (Part One)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: alcohol use

Context: (Y/n) lives/is close friends with the boys, and will do almost anything for them as she sees them as a family. However, since Star and Laddie joined the coven, she's felt a little distanced from them. (I say that the reader is female, but I'm pretty sure there is no explicit reference to gender that isn't easily overlooked, so it can apply to other readers, too.)

A/N: This started as a oneshot, but has now become a story of sorts, so I'll post it in parts. :))

Part Two , Part Three , Part Four , Part Five , Part Six , Part Seven , Part Eight

Irritation courses through me as Star drags me into the crowd of writhing bodies, the half-vampire laughing happily to both herself and Laddie, who is being pulled around by the hand, wincing when some greasy rocker tries to come closer to me even after only being there for two seconds, my elbow landing a hefty thump into his abdomen in order to get rid of him. The music is loud in my ears, though it isn't unpleasant at all, the heavy saxophone-laced rhythm lightening my mood a little as I start to move in time with it, keeping an eye on my two wards, especially Laddie, who has a tendency to run off. For a few minutes, we continue to enjoy the music before I feel her tense up beside me, someone having caught her rapt attention.

Looking over, I follow her line of sight to a brunette I don't recognise, the guy staring at her without abandon, even when who I presume to be his younger brother slaps his cheek. Instantly, I get a bad feeling about him, not trusting the way he eyes the girl beside me, no matter how endearing she may find it. I have the feeling she will try to lure him away from the crowd and make him her first kill; my hunch only confirmed when she passes Laddie off onto me and ducks out of the throng of dancers, leaving me to pick up her pieces again. Growling to myself, I swiftly lift the youngster onto my shoulders, putting on a false grin when he squeals in excitement, giving him some excuse about finding him some sweets back on the Boardwalk to get him to come willingly.

"Where'd Star go?" Laddie questions me, voice barely audible over the throbbing music.

"I don't know. Wanna go find her?" I respond, squeezing his legs gently when he assents, holding onto my head so he can steady himself. Ignoring the gradually building ache in my back, I follow the direction Star walked off into, giving the boy on my shoulders the strict instructions to keep an eye out for the half-vampire, offering him a chocolate bar as a reward.

Carefully, we make our way onto the Boardwalk, avoiding some of the more rowdy surfers and party-goers, my focus set on finding Star amongst the people lining the roads. It doesn't take me long, though I let Laddie point her out to me, allowing him the small burst of pride that likely accompanies the achievement, no matter how small it is. Heading over to her, I reach into my pocket and pass the boy the chocolate bar I always keep on me, smiling when he giggles in satisfaction, the sound of the wrapper being torn open quickly coming from above me.

"Hey Star. Find what you were looking for?" I greet, giving her a suggestive look when she acknowledges me, though it is obvious that she is still distracted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I did." She replies, turning to walk away again, silently demanding that I follow her, knowing I can't disobey David's strict rules from before.

"Look! There's Dwayne and David! And Marko and Paul!" Laddie points out after a few minutes of navigating the heaving crowd, gesturing to the right to show us where he means, waving at the coven of vampires as we turn to approach them, my shoulders screaming for relief. Moments later, we break through the people blocking our view of them, greeting the laid-back vampires accordingly.

"Having fun?" Paul questions me in particular, knowing full well I hate having to watch over the irritating half-vampire, his voice teasing as he sends me a pointed look.

"Oh, tonnes." I respond dryly, letting Laddie down as Star climbs onto David's bike with him, wrapping her arms around his waist and looking at me with a small smirk on her face, the gesture inciting a pang of jealousy within me, before she glances off to the side, David following her gaze. Doing the same, I suppress the urge to roll my eyes as I recognise the brunette from earlier, instead focusing on helping Laddie onto Dwayne's motorbike, telling him to hold on tight. In response to this, Laddie smiles at me, Dwayne doing the same as he kicks his bike into gear, thankful that I did the job none of them wanted to do.

"Lets go, boys." David announces, looking at me expectantly, even though the term "boys" does not (necessarily) apply to me.

"I'll catch up." I mutter, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd, aiming for the bar at the edge of the Boardwalk, sighing as I hear the tell tale roaring of the motorcycle engines retreating over the cheerful music lingering in the air.

On my own, I manage to cut a path through the mass of people with decent success, quickly reaching my destination without any difficulty. Pushing open the door, I enter the dusky bar and head over to the counter, signalling for the bartender to take my order. By now, they all know my usual and will just prepare it for me without me having to ask, the tumbler of whiskey swiftly appearing before me, though I stop the blonde girl from leaving as she turns away.

"Leave the bottle, please." I request, pulling out enough money to pay for it from my jacket pocket, handing it to her in exchange for the large bottle of strong whiskey she places on the counter. Thanking her, I swill the liquid in my glass around for a few seconds, taking a drink when I'm satisfied with it, relishing in the burn that accompanies the flow of alcohol down my throat - none of them question my age anymore, not after the boys had a word with them.

I repeat this motion until the glass is empty, choosing to focus on that rather than the reality I face when I get home, back to the boys and their new half-vampire "friends". It shouldn't bother me, I know they all care for me and do their best to show me this, but something about Star and Laddie's sudden entrance to our way of life seems to make them forget this, most of my old friends' attention now lingering on them, rather than on me, like it used to. A bitter chuckle leaves me inadvertently as I think this, mentally calling myself selfish and pushing that last part down into the depths of my mind, knowing that I've had my fair share of attention from them in the past four or five years. I slam the glass on the table as the last of the amber liquid runs down my throat, shaking my head to snap myself out of my thoughts before heaving myself to my feet and walking out, taking the bottle of whiskey with me.

Upon leaving, I swiftly find my bike on the near-deserted Boardwalk, climbing onto it, only to take a moment to take a drink from the bottle in my hand, wincing as the strong alcohol burns its way down into my stomach. As I lower it, I notice a familiar brunette walking over to me, a curious expression on his face as he watches mine become one of confusion; it's not often that an interest of Star's wants to speak with me.

"Hey, can I help you?" I greet him as he finally arrives, looking him up and down a little to gauge his motive for approaching me.

"Err, yeah, I was just wondering where your friend is." The guy explains to me, frowning when I forget to disguise my eyeroll.

"Star? She isn't my friend." I correct him, not too willing to go into specifics with him.

"Star, huh? Nice name." He murmurs, almost to himself as if I'm not right there.

"If you like that kinda thing." I shrug dismissively, taking another drink from the bottle before offering it to him, giving him a small smirk when he accepts.

"Thanks," He says, returning the bottle to me as he continues, "You two aren't friends? You seemed pretty close earlier. You, her and those weird guys."

"Weird guys? Don't say that to their faces." I chuckle, grinning widely at him as he laughs in response, "I'm not close with Star, but the guys are my family, so I guess we're pretty close."

"Family? Like brothers or something?"

"Family in the non-biological sense of the word. They helped me through some tough times." I affirm, once again trying to avoid telling him the truth.

"Right. Well, do you know where they went?" The brunette questions me again, giving me another hopeful look.

"No, they never tell me anything anymore." I reply bitterly, even if the words are only half true, drinking again despite having to drive in a few minutes. What's life without a little risk, eh?

"I thought you said they were like your family?" He frowns at me again, believing that I'm holding something from him, which is entirely true.

"Yeah, but not even a family is completely truthful with one another." I remind him, deciding a stronger warning is needed, "Take it from me, of all the people you can hang with in this town, they should not be your first choice."

Yet more confusion etches itself onto his face at my words, going to say something before I cut him off.

"What's your name, by the way? I can pass it on to Star if I see her again tonight." I promise, though it is likely they will see each other again tomorrow, so there's not much point on my behalf.

"Oh, I'm Michael, or Mike for short." He informs me, smiling again as I reach out to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm (Y/n)."

"Nice talking to you, (Y/n). Thanks for the advice."

"No problem." I laugh, looking at my watch briefly as I try to figure out the time, "Damn, I'd better get going, or the boys'll have my ass for breakfast."

Amused by my "figure of speech", Michael quickly says his goodbyes as I kick the bike into life, relishing in the feeling of the engine purring beneath me. Stashing the bottle in the compartment under the seat, I rev the motorcycle a little before applying he throttle, a delirious whoop of exhilaration escaping me as I charge off the Boardwalk and onto the most direct road to Hudson's Bluff, ignoring the angry protests of the civilians around me, concentrating on getting myself home instead.

Part Two

#david(thelostboys)#joel schumacher #the lost boys #vampire #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#kiefer sutherland #star(the lost boys)#laddie(the lost boys)

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