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Alone and Forsaken

Chapter 5 Summary:

You wake the next morning to find Joel gone, your heat now lighting up every nerve ending in your body. Meanwhile Joel, sent into a frenzy by your unexpected visitor, works to fortify your position. After slicing his hand on a piece of barbed wire, he returns to the cabin only to be met with a sight that has his knees weak. Can Joel keep his distance?

Warnings: Bad dreams, brief mentions of past abuse/violence, reader has a fucked up past y'all, heats, hurt/comfort, and SMUT, sooo much smut (Minors, DNI please)

A/N: Howdy y'all! I hope all of you have had an amazing week :) Things are heating up (no pun intended) between you and Joel. But first, a nightmare about reader's time in the pit. As always, take care of yourself first! Trigger warning for the dream but you can scroll through the first bit if that bothers you. Moving forward, major smuttyness brought to you by yours truly, enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Hunger

“You know, your mother has been worried sick about you for the past two months.”

The light that framed Josiah’s figure was blinding and you squinted at him as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light. The room that they had been keeping you in was windowless and dark, with cement walls being your only company aside from the guards for the past few weeks. Or was it months? The days blurred together as you wasted away in the pit, the cold hard floor soothing your aching bruises as you tried to keep a hold of your sanity.

“I guess I should have expected as much, the guards told me that you haven’t been answering their questions no matter what… techniques they use,” he mused, moving forwards into the cell.

You scooted back, trying to put as much distance between you as you could. Your back hit the wall and you wrapped your arms around your knees, watching as Josiah crouched down in front of you. His pale blue eyes raked over your figure, a look of disgust turning down the corners of his mouth. Josiah sighed, shaking his head before grabbing your face. His bloated fingers pinched your chin and you tried not to wince, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were uncomfortable.

“When I took you and your mother in, I had believed you to be a little angel. You were always so sweet as a little girl but the second you presented, I knew that you would be trouble. Always sneaking off with that other omega, defying your mother and I and speaking out of turn,” he tsks, pinching your face until you groaned in pain.

Josiah let go of your face, pushing your head back so that it smacked against the concrete behind you. A sharp crack of pain made tears begin to form on your lash line, and you tried your hardest not to let them fall as he sneered at you. Josiah stood, towering over you for a moment before moving back to lean against the wall across from you.

“You know what I said to myself the last time you gave me cheek? I said, Josiah, that girl needs an alpha. A strong one like yourself to keep her in line, someone who keeps the faith and does not spare the rod. Lord knows she needs a good whooping every now and again,” Josiah said.

A laugh came out of your mouth before you could stop it, the sound broken and hollow from the dryness burning your throat. After the physical punishments had failed, the guards had begun to starve you out. You didn’t even remember the last time you had anything in your system but you knew it was too long as your stomach pinched itself and grumbled for food.

Josiah cocked an eyebrow at you, glaring down at you before he said, “You will be mated to Paul. He will keep you in line and get you back to the Lord’s embrace. That is not up for discussion. The only question is when. If you give up everyone who helped you leave, then I will let you go back to your husband and the two of you can solidify the bond as God intended.”

“He is not my fucking husband, I never said yes at that stupid ceremony,” you seethed.

“No, but I did, and I am your father. Omegas don’t get a say, you know that. Now, I’ve talked to Paul and luckily he’s willing to forget your little runaway act. He said he would chalk it up to typical hysteria and let it go, as long as you humble yourself and be the good little wife that you were made to be,” Josiah said calmly, barely acknowledging your outburst.

“I. Am. Not. Your. Property,” you said, ennunciating each word as you scowled at your stepfather.

Josiah laughed, reaching back and knocking at the wall behind him. A group of guards crowded the doorway and looked towards him, clearly waiting for some sort of instruction.

“Oh I know you aren’t my property anymore, you’re a married woman now. But unfortunately for you, sweet daughter, your husband has been wronged. You owe him a debt, and you disappeared before he could collect. Now, it’s my job as leader in our community to right wrongs, which means sometimes I have to remind people of their place,” he spat before turning and murmuring something to the men in the doorway.

Two of the guards moved forward and grasped your arms, dragging you upwards as you thrashed. Josiah just stood there chuckling as the guards struggled to keep you from getting away.

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough,” he said before he focused on the guards trying to wrangle you, “Throw her in the sweatbox, see if that jogs her memory at all.”

“NO!,” you screamed as they yanked you down the hall, tears pouring down your cheeks at the thought of the cursed space.

The sweatbox was infamous within the community, tales from those that survived it becoming a powerful deterrent for everyone else. After being thrown into it three times since your capture, you understood why. Unbearably hot and cramped, the tiny room felt like you were confined on the surface of the sun. You begged the guards through your sobs, remembering the smell of your depleted body and how you had to sit in your own filth for days before they dragged you back to your cell. The guards paid no attention to your cries, barely even looking at you as they shoved you into the room.

“PLEASE! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!,” you screamed.

You pounded on the metal door, feeling claustrophobic already in the room that gave you just enough space to sit with your knees folded into your chest. Sweat had already begun to trickle down your back from the heat. You jolted back, the peephole suddenly being ripped open. Josiah’s eyes met yours from the outside, his gaze unwavering and cold.

“I hope you confess your sins soon child, before Paul comes to me to inquire about a new mate,” he snapped.

“Please,” you begged, all of the fight in you depleted from fear.

“Repent or he’ll have no use for you. Sinful omegas beget sinful pups, you’d be wise to remember that. I’d hate to have to comfort your mother because your husband decided he wanted a more… accommodating wife,” Josiah warned, his voice low and daunting.

Before you could respond to his threat, he slammed the peephole shut, leaving you blind in the dark heat once more.

A gasp escaped your lips as you shot up, sweat pouring down your face as your damp clothes clung to your frame. Your eyes wheeled around the room as you tried to remember where you were. Bookshelves, carvings, a guitar, the worn sofa and throw blankets. You sighed as you remembered that you were with Joel, you were safe. Josiah was dead and Paul? Well, hopefully he was dead too.

You wiped your brow, the sweat still dripping from your hairline and you tried to calm your racing heart. Standing, you started towards the bedroom in search of Joel but a sharp pang from your core had you dropping down to your knees in front of the couch. You whined, clutching your stomach as a bright and pulsing ache screamed at you from your core.

“Joel?,” you croaked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

No answer.

Where was he? You tried to call out again but another wave hit you, forcing wetness to drip down your quaking thighs. You looked down and groaned, realizing what was causing the storm brewing under your thin shorts.

“JOEL?!,” you cried out more urgently, now needing him for an entirely different reason.

When no answer arrived, you braced yourself on the couch before stumbling into the bedroom in search of him. Leaning into the wall for support, you inched towards the door as waves of slick soaked through your bottoms. Finally making it, you pushed the door open only to be met with the smell of something sharp and sterile. You stood in the doorway, bewildered at the smell of cleaning products.

And then it all came back to you.

The man grabbing you, the struggle, breaking away and throwing the vase in his direction, ripping at his hair as he tried to push his grimy hands up Joel’s shirt, being dragged down the hallway as you wailed and fought, him climbing on top of you and you beating at his chest as panic overwhelmed you, him raising his hand to slap you before he was torn away.

You stared at the floor, remembering how Joel had defended you. You listened when he instructed you to go, but you had only made it about halfway down the hall before you stopped. A sense of protectiveness had shot through you, what if Joel needed your help? What if the man got the jump on him? You had turned on your heel and crept back into the room just in time to watch Joel snap the neck of your attacker. You hated to admit it, but as you watched his hulking frame tower over the other alpha, a twinge of desire had sparked from your core before you remembered the ordeal that you had just been through.

Now, with the body gone and nothing left behind besides the stinging scent of lemon, the memory made you feel weak. Joel had protected you, he had provided, he had even comforted you afterwards and covered you in his own scent. You groaned at the thought, forcing yourself towards the bed. Flopping down, you expected to be greeted by the usual aroma of Joel only to find clean sheets devoid of the alpha.

You cried out, shoving your face into the covers and trying to find any trace of him, but it became clear that he had stripped the bed after disposing of the intruder. Your core burned, sending painful jolts of desire as panic began to needle its way into your chest.

Moving on autopilot, you ripped open the door to the closet. Stooping down, you collected all of the stolen clothes that you had been hiding from Joel. You shoved your face into the worn fabric, whining at the smell before dumping them on the bed. Tearing into the living room, you collected everything you could, bringing back every blanket or pillow that smelled even remotely like him. You even snagged the bath towel that hung in the bathroom for your pile. Semi-satisfied, you went to work, adjusting the items just so before your instincts signaled that the nest was complete.

You sighed, feeling slightly less panicked but still nervous at Joel’s absence. You wondered briefly if you should go find him but the jolts coming from your soaking folds were enough to dissuade you of the notion. Instead you crawled into the center, cocooning yourself in Joel’s musk as a fresh wave of slick had you shimmying out of your clothes and flinging them to the floor.

Grabbing at one of his well worn flannels, you breathed in his scent before shoving it in between your legs. Any sense of shame long since gone, you keened as your pulsing clit rubbed against the harsh fabric. You thought of Joel cutting the wood, of him providing for you so well, of him towering over the man, of him sucking at your neck, of him calling you his. You rocked your hips against the flannel, your clit catching on it and sending sparks up your spine as you tried to imagine it was Joel that you were rubbing yourself against.

As you ground your hips down hard, with thoughts of Joel swirling through your mind and your heat growing in intensity, you tried hard not to let his absence worry you. Instead you focused on the friction building and the pleasant smell that overwhelmed your frantic senses.

- Joel -

“Fuck,” Joel hissed, a sharp sting erupting from his hand as he caught his flesh on the wire.

Holding it up to examine, Joel watched as his blood began to trickle from his rough palm down to his rolled up sleeve. He cussed again, sighing as he tore a strip from the t-shirt hidden under his sweater. As Joel wrapped up his fist, he took a moment to focus on his breathing. Trying to calm his pounding heart, he tried not to think of what was waiting for him back at the cabin.

Joel had woken that morning confused. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept without having his cruel memories jerk him back to consciousness. He had slept peacefully for the first time in a very long time, but his neck was fucking killing him. He groaned, cursing himself for getting so old. Lifting his head from the soft pillow that cradled his face, Joel propped himself up on his elbows.

It took him a moment longer to notice you as his eyes adjusted to the early morning light that poured in from the windows, but then he did. His breath caught in his throat as he hovered over your sleeping form, watching your calm face and how your skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat. Looking down, Joel’s eyes widened as he realized where his face had been buried. A drool mark darkened the fabric across your chest, and he groaned as the fragrant air tickled his nose. Peppermint and lavender made his mouth water and his cock stir to life.

Joel suddenly became very aware of how close he was to you. Your legs framed his hips, one hand loosely grasping the curls on the back of his head and the other laid upon his shoulder. He could feel the twitching in his pants responding to the feeling of your heated core against him, the wet fabric staining his jeans. It took everything in him to keep himself from grinding up against you.

Joel imagined the gasp he would pull from your mouth as the seam of his jeans brushed against your throbbing clit. He imagined the way your eyes would blink open, squinting from the sun for a moment before zeroing in on him. He imagined grinding down against you once more, just to hear you moan, before capturing your soft lips. He - Fuck.

Hips jerking back, Joel broke himself from the fantasies that were making his dick throb and leak into his jeans. He needed to get it together before he worked himself into a rut, your fever already clawing into the base of his being and drawing out his most primal instincts.

As easily as he could, Joel extradited himself from your embrace. Stopping only momentarily to cover your sleeping body in a blanket, he moved forward and kissed your forehead. He gasped softly as he pulled away, an unfamiliar feeling wrapping around his heart but he shook it off, trying to push it as far from his mind as he could as he stood up.

Quietly as he could, Joel had cleared the corpse and any proof that it had ever existed away from the cabin. He had worked diligently, almost growling at the memory as he covered the floor in harsh chemicals to pull the scent of your attacker from the wood grain. The contractor in him was shouting at him not to pour the scented cleaner over the finished wood but he ignored it.

After finishing, he debated on what to do next. He stood over the couch for a moment, watching you sleep as he weighed his options. On one hand, he could crawl back over you and nuzzle himself into your sleeping form. He was sure that you would welcome him. On the other, a creeping sense of danger was making bile rise in his throat. He needed to keep you safe.

Joel had left you, his need to keep you safe overwhelming the confusing emotions that you were eliciting from him. Taking into the surrounding trees, he moved quickly, setting up new traps and fencing around the cabin. He prayed that you wouldn’t go wandering off anytime soon, dreading having to unravel you from chicken wire.

With his hand throbbing and sweat covering his body, Joel knew it was time to go back. Turning back, he tried to go through every scenario in his head. You would be awake, it was too late in the morning for you to be still asleep. The thought of facing you made him attempt to slow his pace, but his nerves ensured that he reached the steps in record time. Joel stood at the front door for a moment, trying to steel himself before opening it. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his good hand momentarily before turning the handle.

- You -

A fire raged in between your legs, tears flowing down your flushed face as your rutted against Joel’s towel. Leaning forward, you buried your face into the fabric surrounding you, huffing at the smell of him. Your hips worked frantically, whining as the rough fabric scratched at your swollen nub. Heat gathered at your center, pulling everything tight before a weak pulse of pleasure inched its way out of your glistening folds.

Slick covering your thighs, you cried out in frustration. The smell of the absent alpha surrounded you, driving you into a frenzy. The towel that you rubbed yourself against was a poor excuse for the man who plagued your mind. The heat returned immediately, the pain making you grasp at the walls of your makeshift nest and whimper.

“Jooooel,” you sobbed, a fresh wave of tears accompanying the slick pouring from in between your legs.

“Christ darling.”

You gasped, scrambling to turn and face the gravelly voice. Flipping around, you moaned at the sight of him.

Joel’s cheeks were bright red, sweat made his t-shirt cling to his chest, and his hands were clenched at his sides. You watched as he gulped, his gaze finding yours momentarily before raking down your naked body. You should be embarrassed, but as you watched how his eyes turned black as he watched your breasts heave from exertion and how he licked his lips at the drops of slick rolling down your thighs, you felt a boost of confidence surge through you. The way he looked at you made you feel wanted, sexy even, something you had never felt before.

“Joel, please,” you called to him softly, a coy smile gracing your lips as you crawled towards the edge of the bed to meet him.

You rose and placed your hands against his chest, leaning into him. Joel stood there motionless as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly warring with himself as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With you scratching at the nape of it, he closed his eyes momentarily and let out a low moan. Hands twitching at his sides, he sighed before snapping them back open. Joel’s gaze was pleading as your face inched towards his. You stopped inches away from his lips, doubt creeping up through the tension that crackled in the stifling air. The doubt didn’t last long as Joel surprised you by surging forward.

A soft noise came from you as Joel crashed his lips against yours in a soft yet determined kiss. His hands came up, one cradling the back of your neck and the other yanking your hips against his. You moaned into Joel’s mouth and he took the opportunity to tease your tongue with his own. Burning desire made your thighs shake as you clawed at the hem of his shirt.

Breaking away momentarily, Joel ripped his shirt off before picking you up off of the bed. You yelped, giggling before your eyes rolled into the back of your head. A pathetic whimper crawled out of your throat as Joel began to mouth at your neck, the hardness of his length pressing against your bare core as he carried you over to the dresser. Placing you on top of it, Joel broke away again.

Whining, you tried to capture his lips again but he pulled you back with the grip he had on the back of your neck.

“I need you to tell me that you want this baby, I need you to tell me now. ‘Cuz once I start,” Joel groaned, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Your thighs clamped against his hips, bucking up to grind yourself against the harsh denim. Eyes rolling back, your nails dug into Joel’s shoulders as he sucked angry marks into your sensitive skin. You tried to muster up a coherent response but all that came out of your mouth was something between a wail and a shout.

Joel chuckled darkly, moving his head back to hold your face in one of his large palms. With his breath fanning over you and scarred chest on full display, you whined as his other hand moved down the length of your shuddering form. You carded your fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest, absentmindedly tracing over a random scar that formed an angry line as he rubbed soothing circles into your hips and thighs. He caught your hand with his own, making you meet his piercing gaze. A shudder ran down your spine from the way he looked at you. The name for that look rattled around your brain as Joel pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it gently. You gasped as you watched him place it over his thundering heart.

“Tell me darling, please. I can’t - you need to tell me that you want me. Please, I need to know that I can have ya,” Joel begged, the desperation in his voice making you dizzy.

Gripping the back of his neck, you pulled him closer and kissed him hard. A soft hum came from him, his lips moving in tandem with yours as you tried to meld your bodies together. Ankles locking behind his back, you dug your heels into him to pull his hips into your own. This kiss was different, longing rolled off of the both of you like waves and crashed together as hands and mouths explored one another.

You leaned back to catch your breath, watching as the string of spit that connected you stretched and broke. Eyes meeting once more, you suddenly couldn’t wait any longer. You needed him. You’ve needed him since the first day you met him. Hell, maybe you had always needed him, but that was too much to think about right now. Not as your abdomen cramped and a heat like no other screamed at you to rip open the rough denim that pushed against you.

“Please alpha, I need you to fill me up. Make me yours Joel, please, please, please,” you cried as your shaky hands tried and failed to unbutton his jeans.

Joel let out a feral moan before he launched himself towards you. Desperate now, Joel kissed you passionately, his teeth clacking against yours as he devoured you. He nibbled on your bottom lip before delving his tongue in to taste you, making your head spin and body ache with desire. Sucking on your tongue, Joel reached up to cup one of your breasts in his hand. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling the nub and hardening it.

Panting, you broke away to whine, “Please Joel.”

He hummed, leaning forward to kiss your neck once more before trailing his lips down your body. His mustache prickled your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he moved to wrap his lips around the opposite nipple. You cried out and flung your hands up to pull at his locks, eliciting a devastating moan from him. His other hand came up to play with your other breast as he sucked and bit at your now reddened nub. Joel kept up his attention on your breasts for what felt like ages as you begged. He laughed softly as you thrashed below him, letting up only to switch sides. Tears had begun to fall from your eyes, your frustration making you wiggle so much that the dresser knocked into the wall behind you. Joel chuckled again before pulling back to look at you properly.

“You’re some squirrelly today darling,” he drawled, playing with the curls that covered your mound as you arched into him, “Something on your mind?”

You whined and bucked, a frustrated noise leaving your lips as you playfully smacked his shoulder. Joel chuckled darkly, kissing your cheek sweetly before picking you up once more and tossing you on the bed. You flopped against it ungracefully, sitting up only to be knocked over as he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Shivering as Joel stood over you, his eyes feasted on your vulnerable state. You gulped, beginning to feel self conscious at his primal gaze.

“So fucking beautiful baby,” Joel breathed, moving to hover over you before leaning down and trailing his lips across your heated skin.

He kissed over the scars and stretch marks, admiring the patch of hair above your seam for a moment before he pressed his nose into the curls and breathed in, moaning loudly as he rested his cheek against your thigh. Whining again, you begged him to crawl back up your body but he stayed put. Instead, you felt him pry your damp legs apart.

“W-what are you doing?,” you asked through a gasping breath, hands clutching the sheets below you.

“M’gonna make you feel good darling, get you all nice and ready for me,” he said softly before he leaned forward and licked a long stripe up your seam.

A garbled, “Joel!,” left your mouth as he shoved his face into your core.

Stubble chafing the inside of your thighs, you writhed on the bed as Joel’s long strokes had you pulsating. Feeling you grow impatient, he switched to calculated flicks, making your clit jump and a garbled moan bounce off the walls. Your mind was completely blank, the only coherent thought that you had was Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel…

He was ravenous, sucking on your throbbing nub before moving down to shove his tongue into your core. You felt him crook his tongue inside of you, lapping up the slick that poured out of you. Hands flying to his hair, you shouted his name as he moved up again to suck at your clit, his fingers moving to breach your entrance.

“J-Joel - AH! Oh my god, please Joel. I - fuuuuck,” you wailed as he slid one, then two fingers inside of you.

You had never been so full in your entire life. You had never been filled, period. Always nervous to try, warnings about purity haunting you even during the heights of your heats, you had satisfied yourself by grinding against whatever pillow or blanket you could find. Now, with two of Joel’s thick fingers pumping inside of your hole, and his mouth sucking and flicking at your clit, you felt a blinding pressure building embarrassingly fast.

Nervous of the intense feeling building inside of you, you tried to scooch your hips back on the bed but Joel’s free arm clamped down over your mid section. Now, with his forearm pressing against your abdomen and his relentless pace doing wonders on your aching core, you had no choice but to feel the entirety of the pleasure that Joel was ripping from you.

“C’mon baby, make that pussy cry for me, I know you can. You want to be a good girl for me, right sweetheart?,” Joel asked sweetly, his words making your head spin as his fingers picked up their pace inside of you.

“Fuuuck yes, I wanna be good. I’ll be so good for you Joel. Please, please, please,” you sobbed, hips twitching with the pressure building inside of you, begging to be released.

Joel’s fingers hooked against your walls, the calloused pads of his fingertips rubbing over a devastating spot inside of you that had you practically convulsing on the bed. Your heart rate sped up, blood pumping in your ears so loud that you could barely hear his response.

“Good girl, now cum for me darling,” Joel said sternly, the tone of his voice making something inside of you melt as he lowered his mouth back down and sucked your clit hard.

You wailed, hands pushing Joel’s skull into your center and heels digging into his back as you trembled. You barreled towards the precipice, letting yourself be overcome by Joel as you gushed around his digits. Babbling nonsense at him, you gasped and squeezed his fingers. Pleasure rocked through you, fraying all of the nerve endings in your body as Joel fucked you through it. His pace never faltering, he kept his mouth and fingers going even after the last contraction had weakly clutched him. Suddenly feeling the overstimulation, you whined and pushed at his head, trying to wiggle out from under his strong hold.

“Quit it, I ain’t done,” Joel growled, his voice muffled as he spoke into your folds.

The switch in Joel’s demeanor had your head spinning. He had always been so gentle with you, a true southern gentleman. Now, with his fingers pistoning roughly inside of your core, the wet sound of his hand smacking against your center echoing throughout the room, his presence was menacing. It only made you want him more.

Any protest that you had soon vanished from your mind as Joel doubled down on his efforts. He sucked your poor clit in between his lips again, batting it with his tongue as he slid a third finger into you. You yelped at the sudden fullness, lungs fighting for air as your second orgasm barreled towards you. Black dots filled your vision as you tore at his scalp, worrying for a moment about hurting him before a feral noise sent vibrations through your pussy.

“Fuuuck, Joooooel. Oh my - I fucking lo - oh my goood,” you moaned.

Joel hummed, the vibrations of it buzzing against your clit and sending you flying off the deep end. You gasped, throwing your head back as your core locked his fingers in place, squeezing them almost painfully as ecstasy had you twisting in his grasp. You could hear him groan as more slick soaked his face, Joel slurping it up and prolonging the blinding pleasure that had you mumbling nonsense.

Finally slowing, Joel carefully pulled his fingers from your core as you hissed. Bringing them up to his face, your eyes followed his movements as he separated them to watch the strings of arousal gleam in the daylight. His eyes met yours, a smirk forming on his face before he sucked his glistening fingers into his mouth. You gasped at the sight, having never seen anything like it. Moaning at the taste, Joel’s eyes raked over you as you laid panting and naked in front him.

Weakly, you reached a hand out to him and he took it in his larger one, kissing the back of it sweetly before crawling up your body. With his lips kissing up your sternum, the heat was back now despite your two previous releases. Your hips bucked into him as he ran his teeth across the sensitive skin below your ear. Joel moaned at the friction, grinding his hips down into yours as he teased your gland. You wordlessly willed him to bite down, to seal the claim he already had over you, but he refrained.

“Never thought I’d have ya like this darling. So sweet, so smart, so soft, and all fucking mine,” he mumbled, bruising your neck with his teeth.

“Y-your, m’yours Joel. Please, I’ve never had someone like this. I-I-I need you, please, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, finally managing to shove his pants down his hips and gasping as his hard cock sprung from its confines.

As you reached to grab it, Joel grabbed your hand and your eyes flicked up to meet his own. You whined, wanting to feel the warm length that pulsed against your slicked thigh. You were not an expert by any means, but you knew Joel was fucking huge and it made your mouth water. Pretty and thick, with veins running down the sides, a trimmed patch of curly hair gathering at the base, and a glob of precum pearling at his reddened tip, you needed to touch him. You fought against Joel’s hold on your hand but he demanded your attention.

Joel’s chest heaved and you could tell he was fighting against his own instincts by stopping, but he pushed through, gripping your face and looking deep into your eyes. You stared back at him in confusion, frustrated as you wondered what the hold up was.

“Darling is this - have you never, uh… What do you mean you ain’t never had someone like this?,” Joel asked through panting breaths, the hair on his chest brushing up against your sensitive nipples.

“Because I haven’t. I was with everyone at camp and then I was on the run, now m’here. Never wanted anyone before, never needed anybody before you,” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy as his eyes widened at your admission.

“Shit,” Joel swore, blanching as he rolled off of you.

“W-what?,” you croaked, eyes watering as he distanced himself from you again.

You hauled yourself up and slid into his lap, chasing him without even thinking about it. Joel cursed, his bare cock now seated in between your folds as he tried to keep your hips from moving against his painfully hard cock. You whined, weakly shifting to try and spark some sort of friction between you as he hissed through his teeth.

“Darling, f-fuck, I wouldn’t of done it like that if - oh sweet Jesus,” Joel groaned as you managed to rip one of his trembling hands off of your hips.

Determined, you held his hand above his head as you rubbed your soaking seam against him, moaning as your clit caught on the tip of his dick. A fresh wave of slick coated him as you moved, helping you grind into Joel as he bit his bottom lip to keep his moans from spilling out.

“I need you Joel. M’yours. Fuuuck, and you’re mine. This is all fucking mine, nobody else’s,” you growled, shocking the both of you as a wave of possessiveness washed over you.

Something clicked in Joel’s brain as the words tumbled from your lips. Finally having enough, Joel flipped you on to your back and loomed over you. Pools of black boring into your soul, your walls fluttered against the emptiness his fingers left behind. As Joel watched your pussy twitch, you could practically hear the gears turning in his head before he came to a decision.

“If you want me to stop, you tell me. If I’m hurting ya, you fucking tell me. Got it?,” Joel said seriously, making sure that your eyes met as he said it.

Nodding before he had even stopped talking, you locked your ankles behind his back as he hiked your legs over his hips, bodies unbearably closer now. Joel leaned down, lips ghosting over yours as the need for him to fill you had you squirming against the solid wall of his chest.

“Say it baby,” he chided gently.

“Please Joel, I need you,” you whispered as your noses brushed against each other, his honeyed tone making your heart flutter.

Joel kissed you fiercely and let one hand move down to run his fingers through your slit. He gathered up all the slick he could before he used it to pump himself, spreading your arousal up and down the length of him. He finally broke the intoxicating kiss, panting as he pressed himself against your opening, carefully pushing himself in the first few inches. Sweat began to form at your hairline as your body struggled to accommodate his size. Not only was Joel long but he was thick, your body fought against the intrusion as you winced. Joel grunted, clearly struggling as you squeezed him like a vice.

“Fuck darling, you gotta - shit - you gotta relax and let me in,” Joel hissed, his brow furrowing as he tried to keep himself still.

You nodded, moaning as he moved to capture your lips once more. As soft lips moved against yours and tongues mingled, you forgot about the heavy weight of his cock inside of you. With you distracted by his passionate kiss, Joel was able to slide in a few more inches. More slick came to greet him as your hole stretched and your fingernails left angry red lines down his back. Feeling emboldened by your response, Joel pushed through the last bit of resistance, sliding home and nestling himself in the cradle of your hips.

“Fuck you’re so tight, fucking choking my cock darling. Jesus, little pussy’s so wet,” Joel whined unabashedly in your ear.

You moaned, not used to Joel being so vocal. It was driving you crazy. His dirty words, mixed with the feeling of him carving out a space for himself inside you, had you nearing your end already. Mind long gone, you keened and tried to fuck yourself on him, pathetic little jolts to your hips making him gasp and groan.

“Please fuck me Joel. I can take it, I swear. I’ll be good, I’m your good girl, I’m - oh!,” you cried out as Joel threw your legs over his shoulders, moving himself back carefully before thrusting forward again.

His pace was slow but his thrusts hard, knocking the breath out of you each time. You choked on a whimper as he pressed forward and bumped against something that had a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face. Joel leaned forward, getting impossibly deeper as the curls at the base of his dick tickled your clit. Leaning forward, he kissed the tears on your cheeks, cooing softly as you hiccuped and whined.

“Aw, my sweet girl, d’you like that? Like my cock stretching you out? Bet you won’t want another after this, ain’t nobody else gonna fuck you like this baby. Christ, do you hear her soaking for me? She’s fucking crying for my cock, isn’t she? Shi-i-t,” Joel growled, his hips picking up the pace slightly.

You grabbed at his hair, his neck, his shoulders, anything to keep you grounded as you begged him for more. Joel gave you a devilish smile, making you squeak as his hips started slamming into you. Strings of your arousal dripped down Joel’s balls and soaked the hair on his thighs, making the curls glisten as he sucked at your neck again. Joel tore animalistic cries out of you as he pounded into your weeping hole, claiming you with each hard thrust.

“Pleeease,” you pleaded, not even sure what you were pleading for as you weakly tried to meet his thrusts.

Joel huffed a laugh through his moans, hips working double time as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him.

“What baby? Tell me what you want,” he crooned, moving one hand to brush through the cute patch of hair covering your mound, finding your clit and pressing down on it harshly with his thumb.

Legs shaking and eyes watering, you locked eyes with Joel before you cried out, “You daddy, I want you!”

Joel’s pace slowed for a second as he took in what you said. Freezing, you wondered if you had crossed some sort of line. You weren’t even sure where that had come from, but it just seemed so right in the moment. An apology on the tip of your tongue, you were surprised by a primal growl rumbling out of Joel, making your already pulverized insides turn to mush as he pulled himself up on his knees. He moved you up on his lap as you helplessly wrapped your weakened arms around his neck once more.

Faces pressed against one another, panting mouths sharing air and his cock almost unbearably deep, Joel grabbed your hips and began fucking you up and down on him. He speared into you so deep that you screamed, breath catching in your throat as he worked your limp body into a frenzy. Pleas, cries, and the slick sound of him moving inside of you filled the air. All of your senses were overwhelmed with Joel as panting mouths mashed into each other, lips greedily moving in tandem before breaking away again for air. The room spun as his heavy balls slapped against your ass, Joel moving faster and harder as your walls sucked him in.

You were shocked at his strength. Joel effortlessly moved your body up and down his throbbing cock with one hand clutching your hip, the other moving to strum at your oversensitive clit. You squeaked, unable to do anything but hold on for dear life as he effortlessly dragged you closer and closer to your peak.

“Say it again baby, whose pussy is this? Who gets to fuck you like this? Fuck, you’re too good for daddy sweet girl. Such a pretty thing, so smart, so strong, smell so fucking good. God - shit - say it please,” Joel moaned as he pressed into your clit harder.

“Yours! D-daddy, I’m yours. Please, I can’t. Oh my fucking g- daddy please!,” you screamed, walls beginning to squeeze him brutally.

Joel hissed, keeping up his pace as he kissed at every bit of skin his lips could reach, beginning to ramble as he neared his end.

“S’right baby, daddy’s pussy, nobody else’s. M’yours too, fuck - anything you want from me is yours, just fucking stay, please fucking stay with me baby. I can’t lose - PLEASE baby, fuck, I need you to stay.”

The desperation in his voice had you reaching out to grip his neck, bringing him down to meet your lips in a kiss filled promise. As you poured everything you had into the kiss, you felt something nudging at the outside of your hole. You gasped, looking down to see his knot forming and begging to be jammed into you. With your orgasm making your walls start to tighten around his cock, you were suddenly desperate for it. You ground yourself against his knot and Joel moaned as it began to tease your entrance.

“F-fuck, you don’t have t- ah, oh shit,” Joel stuttered, his resolve breaking as your walls twitched against the base of it.

“Knot me alpha. Shit - need you to fill me up so that I can feel you for days. Please daddy,” you begged, shattering any reservation in Joel’s mind.

A grunt left Joel as he heeded your request, shoving himself forward. You cried out as you felt his thick knot lock the two of you together, pleasure boiling over as his cock began to twitch inside of you. Waves after waves crashed through both of you, walls contracting against his throbbing knot, each slight movement triggering another devastating round of ecstasy. You felt him spurting thick loads of cum inside of you, soothing the need that had been burning inside of you since waking up. Everytime you thought that he was done, a slight movement or twitch from one of you would have Joel crying out as he released again.

You could feel your belly bloating from the mess he made inside of you. You tried to calm yourself, sensing that Joel was getting overstimulated as he tensed and shook but you couldn’t stop the way your walls clamped around him. Another orgasm had your vision blacking out around the edges, your voice hoarse as you called his name. Joel gasped, holding you close and pressing his face into your chest as his cock painfully released into you again and again and again.

Finally spent, Joel carefully lowered you onto the bed. Groaning, Joel collapsed on top of you. The weight of his body was warm and comforting, pulling a purring noise from the back of your throat. He hummed, rubbing his face against the valley of your breasts as you began to play with his hair. With the heat satiated at last, you giggled at the feeling of his whiskers tickling your damp skin. Joel’s head popped up, pools of melted chocolate studying the lines on your face as you laughed.

“What’s so funny baby?,” Joel asked, a grin evident in his voice.

You settled, letting out a few more giggles before glancing down at his relaxed face, pushing his curls from his forehead as you smiled at him.

“Nothing daddy, m’just happy,” you said softly.

Joel barked out a laugh, groaning as the movement had his cock weakly twitching again. He shook his head, kissing his way up from between your breasts. He pressed his lips against yours softly, humming at the intimacy before pulling back and grinning down at you.

“Daddy huh?,” Joel teased, watching as your cheeks reddened and you whacked his shoulder again.

“You didn’t seem to mind,” you grumbled, looking away from him to study the wall in embarrassment.

He laughed again, leaning forward and pressing soft kisses across your chest, neck, and face as you squealed and giggled. Joel kept kissing you until you were out of breath from laughter and pleading for him stop his sweet torture until he finally relented. Panting, you met his eyes once more as he looked at you with a softness that had butterflies erupting in your belly. A giddiness bubbled up to the surface and you bit your lip, suddenly feeling girlish and shy as Joel looked at you like you were the only person in the world. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, pulling back and clearing the loose strands that stuck to your forehead off of your sweaty face.

It was then that you noticed the poor excuse for a bandage that was wrapped around his palm, the center of it red with dried blood. You whined, panicking as you brought it up to your face to examine. Joel shushed you, shaking his head before you could get too worked up.

“S’okay darling, I just sliced it when I was putting up some wire. Nothing to be worried about, I swear. Barely felt it,” he crooned, watching as you leaned forward and kissed the dark stain.

“Why don’t you let me help next time?,” you asked, letting him go back to fixing your wild strands.

He chuckled, “You really want to help me with choring that bad? It’s boring stuff. I wouldn’t want you to feel like you HAD to.”

You whined, huffing impatiently at him as you rolled your eyes, “I’ve been bored Joel. I’m going nuts in here doing nothing all day. I would LOVE to help you with your ‘choring’.”

The last part made him snort as you tried (and failed) to mimic his deep twang. You giggled back at him, bodies brushing up against each other as the feeling of joy radiated off the pair of you. He watched you with a grin, noticing the way your nose scrunched up as you threw your head back in laughter. Joel grunted as your laughter made you clench around him, suddenly remembering that he was inside of you still.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? M’sorry if I did. I was trying so hard to stay gentle but fuck baby, you don’t know how hard its been for me to stay away from ya,” Joel asked, his concern cutting through the sweet moment.

You kissed the hand that fussed over your messy hair, lips touching the bandage once more before you said, “Joel, you didn’t hurt me. That was everything I could have asked for. I’ve never felt so… wanted. Nobody’s ever made me feel like that.”

Joel tsked, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath about how stupid every alpha in your life had been up until this point, how you were the prettiest damn thing he had ever saw, how he had no fucking clue how he got so lucky. A softer laugh tumbled out of you, breaking him from his reverie and making him smile.

“Why’d you stay away?,” you asked softly, thumb gliding over the stubble on his cheeks.

A sigh left Joel’s mouth and he looked down, his knot now deflated enough that he could ease himself out of your puffy folds. You whined, panic popping the bubble of comfort that had cradled you moments before. You were terrified that he was going to get up and leave you there. Trying not to cry, you cursed yourself for ruining the moment. He hushed you as you gripped his forearms, trying to assure you as he pulled away.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I just need to clean you up and get something to fill that belly of yours. You need to eat before the heat comes back. Gotta keep your strength up for when my rut hits, reckon you’re gonna rip it out of me soon. Can already feel it coming,” he said carefully, massaging your sore hips as he inched off of the bed.

You nodded, sniffling and whimpering as he made his way out of the room. You tried to remember his words as anxiety trickled into your pliant muscles, making you tense. Joel would be back, he would be back, he was just grabbing something to clean you up and some food, it’s okay, he won’t leave you…

A hiss came out of your mouth as you felt something cool and rough between your legs. Joel shushed you, softly cleaning the mess he had made of your core with a washcloth. Tossing it behind him, he lifted you up onto his lap, situating himself so that he was sitting against the headboard. Before you could nestle yourself into the crook of his neck, Joel stopped you. He brought a glass of water from the nightstand, placing it at your lips. You gulped down half of it in one go, surprised at how thirsty you were.

“All of it baby,” he whispered when you paused, moving to tip the glass into your mouth again but you stopped him.

Grabbing the glass from him, Joel raised an eyebrow as you placed the glass at his lips. You looked back at him sternly, daring him to defy you as you tipped the water into his mouth. He acquiesced, chugging down the rest of the water and placing the empty glass on the nightstand. Next, he grabbed a granola bar and presented it to you. You grumbled, not feeling particularly hungry but he was persistent as he shoved it at you again.

“Share it with me?,” you asked softly, playing with his curls.

Joel nodded, tearing the package open and breaking the nutty biscuit in two, ignoring the crumbly bits that fell onto the mess of sheets and clothes below. The two of you ate in silence, one of his big hands rubbing your thigh while you absentmindedly scratched his scalp. Finally finished, Joel let you lean forward and rest against him, your body straddling him and face shoved into the gland on his neck, snuffling at his musk.

“Why?,” you asked again, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tensed and you snuggled deeper into him, trying to cover his body with your own as you smelt his scent slightly sour with nerves. Joel huffed lightly at your knotted hair, trying to calm himself down before he answered you.

“Darling I… There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. Things I’ve done, horrible things… Some things I did to people that deserved it, others didn’t… And I’ve failed people that cared about me, too many fucking people. I couldn’t - I can’t fail you too,” Joel murmured against your hair, fingers now clutching your hips and holding you against him firmly.

You hummed in acknowledgement, playing with his hair as you responded, “You couldn’t fail me Joel, not even if you tried.”

Joel shook his head, his nerves threatening to break him out of the peace that you had cloaked him in. He pulled back and tried to speak, but you covered his mouth with your hand before he could.

“Joel, I know you think that you’re no good but you are. You are good. You could’ve left me out there to die, but you didn’t. You helped me and you didn’t even ask for anything in return, a bad man wouldn’t do that. Whatever you had to do in the past to stay alive, I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it,” you said, letting him work through the words for a moment before you continued.

He moved to protest, gripping your wrist and trying to pull your hand off of his mouth so that he could reject your words but you slapped his hand away. Joel guffawed under your hand, the feeling of it tickling your palm as he furrowed his brows in confusion.

“I know that you… That losing Sarah must have killed you Joel,” you could feel him growing more uncomfortable but you pressed on, “But that wasn’t your fault. None of it was. And it doesn’t mean that you aren’t good, okay? You’re good Joel. You. Are. Good.”

Joel watched you silently as you eased your hand off of his mouth, eyes shining as he cleared his throat. He nodded, swallowing thickly before he leaned forward and knocked his forehead against yours, shaky breaths fanning over your face.

“S’not all darling. I can’t - I don’t know how to tell you… There’s so much more than just Sarah and I don’t know if I can ever - fuck,” he cussed, his eyes falling closed in frustration as words failed him.

“I know Joel, I know. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. But until then, I’m not going anywhere m’kay? Hell, I’ve got things I haven’t told you yet either but I don’t care, none of that matters. You’re mine and I’m yours now, you’re gonna have to throw me out into the cold if you want me gone now,” you chided.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head before he said, “I’d never kick ya out baby. Just don’t know why you’d want to be with a grumpy old man like me. M’sure you could find a decent man in Jackson, probably tons of men your age there”

You shrugged playfully, pretending to think it over, “Hmmmm… well as tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll stick with you. Think I like my men a bit more experienced, no clue why. Daddy issues maybe?”

“Shut up,” Joel said through a surprised laugh, flipping you over onto the bed and attacking your sides with tickles as you screeched and giggled.

The heaviness pulled from the air, the two of you smiled at each other. Moving to get up again, Joel groaned when he saw the mess that you had made as the two of you had rolled around playfully on the bed. Sucking in a shaky breath, he watched your pussy begin to drip slick down your thighs once more, hole winking at him enticingly as he swore under his breath.

“Oh fuck Joel, I’m sorry. I know you probably need a bit of a break, seeing as you’re a senior citizen and all,” you joked breathlessly, his head shooting up at the jab.

A mischievous grin spread across Joel’s face, pearly whites gleaming menacingly at you as his gaze turned ravenous.

“Oh honey, you’ve got no fucking clue what this old man is capable of,” he chuckled.

A witty response died in your throat, mind numbing pleasure soon making you scream for the man that had his face buried in your core.

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Heeyy! I have this idea on my mind, and i think you would be amazing writting it! So: poly lost boys with a diabetic reader. I have diabetes and i can image the boys kinda worrying about it (ok, Paul may crack a joke about the reader having 'sweet blood'), specially bcs i have to have doses of insuline before every meal and if i dont eat in periods of time i have an hypoglycemic episode. Take your time to write, but i realy want to see it! Love and hugs Anna!

I know only couple of people with diabetes, but I hope that my short experience of spending time with them and a bit of Google is good enough for my knowledge c:

Love you too c:

The Lost Boys x Diabetic Reader

Even if they didn't know it from the start, they did notice something strange at least after some time.

How you always control how much sweets or milkshakes you consume at night. How you constantly have a bottle of water that is going to run out till the end of your time together. How your smell is just a tad sweeter sometimes.

The boys don't pay much attention to it, though. Smell can change even with emotions taking over you, Paul is very picky eater, when it comes to human food, and Dwayne always have a flask with some liquid. This liquid is usually some liquor, but still.

They don't pay much attention until one night.

You were too involved in Marko and Paul's shenanigans, running around and having fun. Dwayne and David watched you from afar, standing near bikes. They talked quietly about something, while you just had your fun.

But after you took sharp turn, you suddenly stopped, instantly being overcome with dizziness.

"Don't be so slow, baby!" Marko laughed, pinching you on the side, jumping away from you. But you didn't follow him, closing your eyes and furrowing your brows. Heavy feeling settle itself inside of you, your head now pounding and your stomach fell at the realisation of what was going on. "Doll?"

"I can't, I need... Shit..." You stumbled, but got quickly caught by Paul before your body even had the chance to start falling down.

"Baby? What's happened?" He instantly panicked, looking at you. You shivered from your sensations.

"Sweet... I need something sweet." You mumbled, feeling very light, almost as if you were floating, but at the same time like something was pressing on your head.

"Marko, get something." David's voice was suddenly very near, though he and Dwayne were far from you. The boys got you to the side, letting you sit on a bench.

Marko came running back with sweets, chocolate and candies in his arms just couple minutes later. You grabbed one of it, eating the chocolate right away. You were slowly coming to your senses, but still felt light-headed.

"Kitten?" David carefully touched your cheek, making you look at him. "Are you fine? Do we need to go to the doctor?"

"No! No... I just need to rest and... Eat something." You weakly answered, chewing on a chocolate. Marko bit his thumb nervously, looking between the boys.

"I swear we didn't do anything." He said. Paul pursed his lips together, clearly worried, clutching his arms.

"You aren't... Dying, are you?" He carefully asked, a bit of fear in his voice.

"I sure hope not." You smiled weakly, but that reassured none of the boys. "I have diabetes." You admitted. You weren't ashamed of your condition, not even once in your life. But the guys were so active, so healthy, you couldn't help but doubt you could keep up with them. You didn't get their confused and perplexed expressions, though. "What?"

"What is diabetes?" Paul blurted out, furrowing his brows. Dwayne smacked his head in response.

David, Dwayne and Marko knew about it, even if their knowledge was limited. Paul was a bit high. And he had never really encountered it before. So you had to explain it to him and to the others.

They were understanding. And mad that you didn't say anything to them earlier. What if you needed help? What if you were in need of insulin? What if you were to be hurt? And they didn't know shit about how to help you. But they quickly adapted to new information.

Dwayne remembers to carry sweets around now. Lollipops, little chocolates, even fruits if he can. Once at the Boardwalk, he usually gets you milkshake or ice cream as a treat. He tries not to overbear with his observation of you, and he is actually pretty good with hiding it. Dwayne always remembers about personal space and doesn't interfere with it. He just keeps an eye on you to be sure that you are alright. He questions the details of what you need, what you can experience, what can happen, what to look for in case of need. Once he hears it, he remembers it and reminds others too. He is careful around you, but he doesn't want you to feel lesser, like an ill person, but still he worries.

David doesn't like the idea of your potential vulnerability. It is yet another one possibility for you to die when they wouldn't be around. Or for you to be taken to the hospital, seriously hurting yourself. Both of these outcomes is the same for him - you would be taken away from them. Maybe even permanently. So, unlike Dwayne, he is overbearing. Even if not fussing over you openly, he still keeps himself close to you. He watches what you eat, what you drink, restricts you from performing some of the activities e.c. You literally have to remind him that you have managed to keep yourself alive before you meet them. He is still overbearing even after this talk. But in some distance, understanding and respecting your opinion, still never unable to get rid of his own fears.

Paul has noticed something strange earlier about you, like every boy has. How you always has your bag with you, how you always do something in the corner of the cave before dinner. But he has never had anyone close to him with diabetes, nor has he heard about the decease. So he has to sit through an entire lecture given to him by both Dwayne and David about what it is and why it is hard for you. If you think he would be more accurate in his words and actions... Nope, now you are his 'sugar' and 'sweetheart' and you can't be offended by him, he just loves you. As well as he likes sweet stuff. And you are his sweet stuff and favourite dessert (and he isn't talking about blood. Well, not only about blood 😉). Though he is careful around what you eat and how often you do it. He doesn't want you faint once again.

Marko knows it all too well. One of his relatives had diabetes. But even if it was long time ago. Even if he is immortal now. Even if he let go of his family long time ago. He still remembers the symptoms, how accurate the person was around their life, how they suffered from some episodes. So at first he keeps his distance. Not because he is afraid to hurt you, but because he is reliving it all again and trying to remember everything useful. Marko approaches you after getting smacked in the head by Dwayne, who pointed out how sad you are by his distance. Once Marko explains everything to you, he's back to being his usual cheer himself, just watching you a bit closely, which is almost unnoticeable.

They can almost smell the changes in you, if you are close enough to them, and they are attentive enough. If at first they didn't pay attention to these changes, now they always track your scent. Once or twice you caught Dwayne or Paul near your neck or shoulder, almost smelling you. Even if they told you it was nothing, you called them weirdos.

Once they told you the truth, you finally understood their shenanigans. Yes, you needed time to adjust, but them being vampires didn't really change your feelings for them.

Sometimes you even use David or Dwayne for testing your blood. Paul would get too distracted, and Marko isn't really sensitive to sweetness.

You are their sweet lover. Quiet literally. They only wonder how it would work once you become immortal, but you would cross that bridge, when you come to it.

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vcodenv · 9 months

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·˚ ༘₊Fluff alphabet | Paul The Lost Boys 1987 · ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ !

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Extremely affectionate. Always has his hand around your waist or shoulder, doesn't matter if you're in public or private, this boy will smother you in so much affection. Just can't keep his hands off of you.

B = Bestfriends (How'd you first meet?)

100% met on the boardwalk. You were walking home from your job when all of sudden you hear a wolf whistle from Paul, hence Dwayne smacking him on the back of the head. You continue walking, but Paul doesn’t give up. The next few days, you “coincidentally” keep running into the blondie, so you decide to give him a chance.

C = Cuddling (How do they feel about cuddling?)

Lives for it, he’ll take any chance he gets to be close to you.

D = Dates (Where would they take you for dates?)

Would drag you take you to rides on the boardwalk, specifically the rollercoasters. If you’re not into that he’ll take you on the more calm rides, but he’ll tease you about going on the “baby rides” the whole time, so be prepared.

E = Equal (Are they more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

50/50, I feel like he wouldn’t really care. Like whatever happens just happens. one day he may be dominant one in the relationship , another day he may be the passive one and vice versa.

F = Fights (How are they during fights with their s/o?)

I feel like fights with Paul would happen often, mainly because of how reckless he can be. If its a serious fight, Paul would probably say some fucked up shit. But when he realizes what he said he’s practically begging for your forgiveness, he’ll be 100x more affectionate than he already is. If that’s even possible

G = Gifts (How do they feel about gift giving?)

A lot of the gifts you get from Paul are probably just prizes he won for you at the arcade.

If you ever give him a gift he’ll cherish that shit forever.

H = Hands (Do they like holding hands?)

While he wouldn’t mind holding hands at all, he’d definitely prefer having an arm wrapped around your shoulder or around your waist, as mentioned in A.

I = Injury (What would they do if you got hurt?)

Extremely worried, especially it if’s a serious injury. Constantly asking if you’re okay, he’ll be stuck to your hip the whole time.

If it’s another person that hurt you, you’ll have to hold him back from killing them right on the spot.

J = Jealous (How jealous are they?)

His jealousy is definitely a 5/10. If someone is flirting with you and just doesn’t get the hint he’ll just come up behind you and stare them down, letting them know you aren’t up for grabs. But if they’re touching you? Yeah, he’s livid.

K = Kids. (How do they feel about having kids?)

Not gonna lie, Paul probably wouldn’t want kids. This boy is allergic to responsibility. And plus, you guys already have Laddie and he’s happy with that. But if you really want one, he’d consider it. He’d be the coolest dad, involving his kid in fun shenanigans but also making sure they don’t get hurt at all.

L = Love Language (What is their love language?)

Physical touch all the way, I mentioned in A that he just cannot keep his hands off of you, he has to be touching you 24/7.

M = Marriage (How do they feel about marriage?)

He wouldn’t want a traditional wedding. So you drinking the blood and agreeing to stay with him forever would kind of be like marriage.

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

Babe, baby, cutie.

O = On cloud nine (What are they like in love? Would it be obvious?)

God, he makes it so obvious. From the pining after you like a lost puppy to the endearing nicknames, he makes it hard not to tell.

P = PDA (Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Do they show physical affection in public or are they rather shy when others are watching?)

The words Paul and shy don’t go together at all. He brags about you so much the whole boardwalk practically knows everything about you. He’ll smother you no matter where you are.

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in the relationship?)

He knows the exact ways to make you laugh and takes pride in it. If you’re upset expect him to start cracking jokes until you’re smiling. He’ll never allow a frown to grace your lips.

R = Risk (How far would they go for their s/o?)

He would do literally anything for his s/o as long as it keeps them safe and happy.

S = Support (Do they support their s/o? Do they encourage their dreams?)

He is quite literally your #1 fan. He will support you endlessly.

T = Teasing (Do they tease their s/o?)

Absolutely. Tease is his middle name. You’re just so adorable he finds it hard not to. It doesn’t matter what you do, he’ll find a way to tease you.

U = Understanding (Are they empathetic?)

Paul might crack jokes that are a tad insensitive when he doesn't understand something, but as soon as you explain he'll be a lot more considerate.

V = Vexed (How easily do they get angry?)

Depends. Small shit won't really make him angry, but he'll definitely be a bit annoyed. But if it's something serious he'll practically explode, throwing insults around even if he doesn't really mean it.

W = Warrior (How do they feel about you fighting?)

If the person deserves it, he'll absolutely encourage it, but the second you get hurt or things are getting a little bit too serious he's stepping in.

X = X-ray (How well can they read you?)

As reckless as this boy is, he definitely pays so much attention to you. As soon as he notices any negative emotions coming from you he's going to cheer you up.

Y = Yearning (How do they act while separated from their partner?)

Constantly whining and complaining about how much he misses you. "When are they coming back?" David has lost count of how many times Paul has asked that question.

Z = Zzz (How do they sleep with their partner?)

Ik they sleep hanging upside down but shhh ignore that

Blanket hog when he's asleep, no matter how hard you pull, his grip on the blanket is too strong. He's the type of person to end up falling off of the bed.

Will 100% want to hold you while sleeping, can't go to bed without knowing you're there with him.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys Paul #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys Paul x reader #cofeugi

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beautifultypewriter · 1 year

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Paul Fluff Alphabet

Requested: No

Warnings: Vampires, mentions of drugs

Full credit to whoever created this template (I still don’t actually know who that is). Gif credit to the owner. Also, I changed the prompt for letter Q from quaint to quickstep.

Well here it is. I am so in love with him it’s not even funny. This is 4K words. My longest fluff alphabet yet.Also, a huge thank you to the like 2 people who were interested in seeing this. You’re the best!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Uh, everything. No, really though, man loves everything about you. He thinks you are the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen, and he feels so lucky to be yours. He especially loves that you’re willing to go absolutely crazy with him and get into all sorts of trouble. That spirit of yours fires him up. If you asked him what he finds the most attractive about you he’d probably wink and say something like, ‘your butt, babe.’ Just smack him in the back of the head and he’ll give you a real answer.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Okay, so babies are not really in the cards for you two, considering Paul’s vampire problem (and yours one day too). That being said, he would have really liked to have kids with you. He would have definitely been the fun dad. Everything would have been a good time and discipline would not have been his strong suit, so it’s probably better that the two of you don’t ever have kids. He’s okay with not ever getting to have kids with you because you’re the only family he needs (and the boys) which he makes sure to remind you of constantly. Plus, you guys have Laddie and that’s good enough for him.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

This man loves to cuddle. He loves it. He doesn’t have a favorite position, just so long as the two of you are pressed together and his hands are on you then he’s happy. Paul is a very touchy person, so cuddling is always heaven for him. Most of your cuddling takes place in the cave. It’s just easier that way. The two of you will press up against each other on the couch, Paul’s arms immediately wrap around you. Your head on his chest, your hands holding his or wrapped around his waist, his fingertips drawing patterns on your hip, your fingers running through his hair, he loves it all. He really loves pressing his face against your neck. You smell so sweet to him, so he will take any chance he can get to nuzzle his nose against your skin. When the two of you lay down in your nest for the day, you more often than not, end up facing each other, your foreheads pressed together, your hands playing with his hair, and his arms wrapped around you. Basically, just cuddle Paul whenever you can. He loves it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Going on dates with Paul is a lot of fun because you never know where you’re gonna end up. He has a couple of basic dates, going to the record store, hitting every ride on the boardwalk, beach dates, and bike dates, but they never end the same. He’s keeping things fresh and looking for new spots to explore. Paul is always doing the absolute most and making sure that you’re having a good time whenever the two of you go out. You ride with the boys to the boardwalk and when you get there, Paul shouts, ‘date night!’ and the two of you peel off from the others. Paul really likes record store dates because the two of you will spend hours flipping through the records and tossing covers to each other of the albums you think the other will like. Whenever a good song starts to play, Paul looks over at you and starts mouthing the words to you from across the store. If you try to hide from him when he does then he saunters over and starts actually singing to you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist. Sometimes he goes over to the store’s record player and swaps out the albums to your favorites and no one says a word to him about it. Other times, he’ll grab your hands and dance through the aisles with you.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Everything.

You are the love of his eternal life. You are his family, his best friend, his babe. You walked into his life, and he would die if you ever walked out of it. Paul often talks about how you are all he needs. It’s whispered quietly in the early morning light before the two of you fall asleep, while his forehead is pressed to yours and his eyes are closed. He’s smiling as he’s telling you that you are everything to him. He would be so lost without you.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

The moment he saw you? Really, though, the moment he truly knew that he loved you and, more importantly, that you loved him was when you saw his vampire form and didn’t immediately scream and run. It was a very vulnerable moment for a not so vulnerable guy, and he was very nervous in the days leading up to his big reveal. He had told you that he had a pretty big secret that he wanted to share with you and even though you had held his hands and looked him straight in the eyes as you told him that he could tell you anything, he was nervous. He had brought you to a secluded part of the beach and in true Paul fashion, he just jumped right in and transformed. He had put plenty of space between the two of you in hopes that it would help you feel safe, and he just stood there, waiting. You had stared at him, your eyes wide and your jaw dropped, but you didn’t move, and you didn’t say anything. Paul was crawling out of his skin. The silence was killing him, and he could barely stand still, but he knew he had to for you. Then you took a shaky step closer, and he couldn’t help it, he moved closer as well. The two of you met in the middle and your shaky hands moved to rest on his cheeks. He melted into your touch, his eyes closing. He knew then that you’d never leave him and he’d never leave you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Yes, at certain times he is. Paul is really loud and excited, and he loves to have a good time, so things can be rushed with him and with that rushing can come some rougher movements, but it’s never intentional. He just needs to slow down and if you tell him that then he’ll take extra care to not pull you so hard on the boardwalk or to slow his bike down a bit. Paul really cares about your comfort; he just needs some guidance sometimes. That being said, he does have his moments of gentleness that are entirely him. When the two of you first wake at night, he doesn’t want to get up right away, so he pulls you closer and presses soft kisses all over your face. If you whisper to him then he’ll whisper back, his eyes still closed as you start to stir. Before you get up, he presses one last gentle kiss to your lips.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Whenever the two of you are at the boardwalk, he is holding your hand. Paul is a wanderer, so he likes to interlock his fingers with yours. This ensures that the two of you don’t get separated and it also makes it easier for him to drag you along when something catches his eye, which is quite often. When he gets excited about a new ride or a new shop, he’ll squeeze your hand and pull you over to check it out. He’s been known to pull your interlocked hands up to his lips and kiss your knuckles. He smirks at you whenever he does. Paul loves holding your hand, so even when the two of you stop moving, he doesn’t let go. And if he does then his arm is around your shoulders or he’s squeezing your waist. Man has to be touching you at all times.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Love at first sight. As soon as he saw you, he needed to know you. You were flipping through records in his favorite shop and if he had been breathing then he would have stopped right then and there. If his heart had been beating it would have sped up to an ungodly rhythm. He honestly had no idea what to do at first. Like he was so struck by you that he couldn’t just walk over and start talking to you. Marko and Dwayne had to push him over, his head was spinning. Then you looked at him and smiled and he knew. He plastered on his own charming smile and leaned against the table next to the two of you. Your smile grew bigger, and he felt a calmness wash over him and he started flirting heavily. As each second passed he moved in closer to you, that fuzzy feeling in his chest growing.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He really doesn’t. Because he knows that nothing compares to him. You chose to spend eternity with him, and he knows that there is nothing in the mortal world that could ever pull you away from him. He does get a little annoyed when someone continues to pursue you when it’d been made clear that you are not interested. Like don’t they see him standing there? Don’t they see his hand in your back pocket? They’re being stupid and it’s annoying him. Usually, you steer him away from the person before he can do anything crazy, but you better believe that he committed their face to memory and he will be making a meal of them later.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Paul’s kisses are fast and messy. Definitely full of passion too. He loves kissing you, so expect a lot of lip locking when you’re with him. He’s capable of more gentle kisses, but he gets so excited that you really can’t expect them often. He does try, okay.

He did. He’s Paul. Of course, he did. It was your second date and Paul had taken you down to the beach to enjoy a bonfire. Something told you that he hadn’t built that fire himself, but you didn’t really care. It was there and the atmosphere was too good to go around questioning things. Paul was sitting impossibly close to you in the sand, staring at the side of your face as you looked into the fire. His fingertips danced across your bare shoulder and your head snapped to him, your eyes locking with his. He flashed you a charming smile as he moved in closer to you. You stayed where you were, a small smirk gracing your lips. Paul’s smile widened as he closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips roughly to yours, teeth clashing slightly. You responded immediately, your fingers tangling in his hair and his hands moving to grip your waist tightly. You pulled back, sucking air into your lungs quickly. Paul smirked and licked your cheek before claiming your lips again.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Paul said it first. The two of you were on the boardwalk. Paul was sitting on one of the railings and you were standing between his legs, your elbows resting on his knees and his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He had been pressing kisses to your neck and you were trying to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. You whined his name and he smirked, barely pulling away, so his lips brushed your neck as he spoke, ‘come on, baby, you know you love me.’ And you rolled your eyes and snorted, shaking your head. Paul pulled back further, ‘alright, you may not love me, but I certainly love you, sugar.’ Your head snapped in his direction and although he was smirking, his eyes were genuine. You crashed your lips against his, muttering your own ‘I love you’ between kisses. Kisses that Paul was only too happy to return.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Look, he honestly loves every moment he spends with you, but if Paul had to pick one specific memory of the two of you it would definitely be the very first time he took you for a ride on his bike. At this point, you were still human, so you were a bit apprehensive when he straddled his bike and held his hand out to you. He could see the nervousness on your face, and he chuckled quietly, ‘come on, sugar, you know I won’t let anything happen to you.’ Your heart fluttered, he heard it, and you took his hand, letting him pull you onto the bike behind him. With a smirk, he told you to hold on tight and he immediately took off. To you it felt like you guys were going 100mph, but truthfully, Paul had been taking it slower than normal. That is until he heard your sweet laughter. With the wind whipping at your face and Paul’s maneuvering, you found yourself lost in the moment. Paul took the chance to go a bit faster and when you didn’t freak out, he went faster again. It was just the two of you and the wind and he couldn’t have been happier.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yeah. He loves to spoil you with little trinkets that he gets with his five-finger discount. It’s never anything big or crazy, but he loves to give you gifts. You were eyeing a pair of earrings on the boardwalk? The next day you find them in your jacket pocket. You’ve been meaning to pick up a new book? Paul is tossing it to you before you can even leave the cave. Sometimes it’s just a pretty shell or some beach glass. Something pretty that he saw that he thought you would like. Your nest in the cave is filled with all manner of little charms that Paul has gifted to you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red

Bright and passionate. Whenever Paul sees the color red, which is quite often, he thinks of you. He thinks of the fun the two of you have together. He thinks of flashing lights blurring by the two of you as you ride down the boardwalk together, your arms wound tightly around his waist as his bike picks up speed. Red is fiery like you. It burns and he loves it.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Man has got a list of pet names. The most notable ones are babe and sugar. It doesn’t stop there though; he’s calling you every name in the book. Baby, girlie, baby girl, hot stuff, he’s got so many nicknames. He almost never uses your given name (unless the situation calls for it). He just has so much fun with the pet names, especially the ones that seem to make you all flustered. Make sure you dish them back to him because he dies when you call him baby or hot stuff. Just be prepared because as soon as one of those pet names passes your lips, he’s on you. He can’t help himself.

Q = Quickstep (How do they feel about dancing?)

Paul loves to dance, and he especially loves to dance with you. He will take any chance he can get to turn the volume on the rock box all the way up and dance around with you. He doesn’t care if it disturbs everyone else in the cave, he’s doing it. Paul will also dance with you if there’s no music around. All of you will be on the boardwalk, just standing by the railings, looking for your next meal and Paul will grab your waist and start swaying with you. It earns a laugh from you and an eye roll from David every time. Paul absolutely loves it though and will pull you closer and start singing quietly in your ear as he continues to sway.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days are cave days. None of the boys feel like going anywhere, especially with the bikes, so you all stay in and have a good time together. Paul breaks out his rock box and immediately starts dancing with you. The other boys watch on in amusement and Marko and Dwayne each take a turn spinning you around the makeshift dance floor as Paul rolls a few joints. You all settle down at some point and Paul pulls you into his lap and you share a joint. You and David talk about books while Paul and Marko wrestle each other as the music continues to blare. At one point Laddie crawls into your lap and asks for a story. As you’re telling him some fairytale you remember from when you were a kid, Paul looks over and smiles at the two of you. Marko takes advantage of his momentary distraction and slams him to the floor, proclaiming victory. You laugh quietly as Paul jumps up and tackles his brother to the floor. Dwayne rolls his eyes, and you go back to your story. Paul eventually makes his way over and lays his head on your shoulder, listening to the end of the story. As the night winds down, Dwayne grabs a sleeping Laddie from you and Paul doesn’t hesitate to lead you over to your guys’ little nest. He turns the music off before he lays you down and wraps you up in his arms. The two of you talk quietly as the rain continues to pour outside until you fall asleep.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Paul’s not really one to get sad. He’s too full of life and fun to ever really let feelings like sadness get to him. He has had his moments though and before you came along, his brothers usually just left him to it, knowing that he would snap himself out of it eventually and be fine. You, however, really want to help him when you notice that he seems a bit down, so you turn on the rock box and sing along at the top of your lungs, dancing around the space as he watches you. It’s not long before he’s smiling and jumping up to dance with you, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. Basically, if you want to cheer Paul up all you have to do is something crazy that he’ll want to join in on. If Paul notices that you’re not really being yourself and you seem sad then he’s going to try his hardest to cheer you up. He can’t stand to see you upset, so he’s suggesting date night or a dance session. If you agree, then he’s dragging you out and showing you the time of your life. If you’re not really feeling it, then he’s at a bit of a loss. Doing something fun and crazy always cheers him up, so he’s not really sure what to do next. At that point he’ll just sit with you and hold you because that’s all he can think of. He’s always shocked when it works.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Listen, he’s kind of a chatterbox. Like sometimes you have to yell at him to get him to shut up. It’s good though because you two are going to spend eternity together, you don’t want to run out of things to talk about. Paul can talk a mile a minute about anything. Music is probably his favorite thing to talk about honestly. Which bands rock and which ones suck, his favorite song, your favorite song, who’s a better drummer, anything to do with music. The one thing you’ve noticed that Paul refuses to talk about is his life before he became a vampire. If you ever try to get him to open up about his human life, he changes the subject. It’s a sore spot for him and he’d rather not discuss it. He does love to tell stories about the boys though. Like the time he and Marko broke a table at the local diner (like the tabletop clean in half) and had to hightail it out of there before David found out. Or about the first time they all went to that bridge. Paul has endless stories, and he loves telling them.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Paul is definitely a really free, unconcerned person for the most part. He doesn’t let a lot of things get to him, so when he needs to relax it’s because he’s overstimulated himself with his lifestyle and he needs to take it down a bit before he flies through a wall. A smoke and cuddle session is the perfect way to bring him back down to Earth before he hurts himself. Paul will be bouncing off the walls and all you have to do is sit down on the couch and light up one of his joints. He’ll immediately hone in on you and before he even realizes it, his feet have carried him over to the couch. You smile up at him, patting the cushion beside you. He’ll flop down and take the joint from your outstretched hand, using his other hand to pull you into his lap. A few puffs later and he’s melted into the couch, his face buried in your neck and his free hand drawing shapes on your skin.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Oh, Paul is very proud of his hair. Can you blame him? It’s beautiful. He definitely puts a lot of care into it and it’s what people first notice about him when they see him. He loves that you love his hair too and he probably takes a little more care than usual now that you’re around. He needs his hair to be as appealing as possible because he’s just waiting for you to run your fingers through it. It’s the best feeling.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Paul didn’t actually propose to you or at least not in any traditional sense. When he revealed his true nature to you, and you didn’t run screaming he took it as a good sign. Then when he asked you to join him for eternity and sleep all day and party all night and you said yes, it was an even better sign. In his brain, you saying yes to becoming a vampire was you saying yes to being with him. So a few weeks after you had fully turned, he asked when you wanted to have your “wedding.” You were a little taken back, but as the question settled, you realized that his train of thought had actually made a lot of sense and you wanted to do something special to commemorate your relationship, so you guys agreed to have your ceremony the next day.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I was Made for Lovin’ You – KISS

The second that Paul laid eyes on you he knew. He knew that the two of you were meant to be together. He could feel it in his vampire soul. Paul is totally convinced that the two of you were made for each other. Like he didn’t believe in fate or anything like before he met you, but once he knew you, he was sure there was some kind of divine power that brought you two together. He can’t get enough of you. Also, he sings this song to you constantly and is always saying, ‘it’s our song, babe.’

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, of course. Because just saying that you’re going to spend eternity together is not enough. The two of you can’t get married in the traditional sense, going down to the courthouse and getting a marriage license, but you can have your own little ceremony. This ceremony just consists of Paul grabbing both of your hands in his and pressing his forehead to yours. He calls you wifey and kisses you hard on the lips. When he pulls away, he promises to always be yours and you do the same. Then the two of you go to a tattoo shop on the boardwalk, he gets your initial on his left ring finger and you get a P on yours.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Paul definitely wants a big dog, but he is so not allowed to have one. He would be terrible at taking care of one and no matter how much you try to convince David that you’ll help, he still says no. Paul is bummed about it, but he appreciates you being on his side and trying to help him get his wish.

#paul the lost boys #paul lost boys #paul tlb #paul lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #lost boys x reader #tlb x reader #fluff alphabet

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ares-the-strange · 2 years

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Could you do poly lost boys with a GN s/o, where they tell the boys, "I don't think im a good person"

Please and thank you

Reassuring Nights

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

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The midnight wind nipped at your exposed skin and played with your hair. The boardwalk was as crowded as ever, outlines of people blending into each other, creating multicoloured blobs. Anxiety would have clutched at your heart from the sight of the various peoples, however you found comfort in the men who walked alongside you. To your left Paul walked in step with you, his arm wrapped around your waist, David beside him. Dwayne had his fingers entwined with yours on your right, marko pestering him as well. No one dared to give you any nasty looks, not with the well known bikers by your side. Whoever was stupid enough to glare, or god forbid say something, would mysteriously go missing the next night.

Laddie tugged at your sleeve, encouraging you to follow him to a particularly flashy new ride. Bouncing up and down, he could barely contain his excitement as you enthusiastically followed behind. The line was considerably long but those who knew what was good for them moved out of the way, unbeknownst to you. The ride attendant accepted your tickets, the metal squeaking as they swung it open, everyone behind you patiently waiting for you and Laddie to get the seats you wanted.

The boys watched with smiles painted on their handsome faces, the smiles and laughter of you and Laddie were contagious to the four vampires. Laddie yelled out to the men, waving and giggling as you laughed for him to keep his hands inside the ride. Absolute adoration and love was all the boys felt as you and Laddie ran back to them, hand in hand, unable to stop giggling as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Marko couldn’t contain his overflowing love and suddenly lifted you up, spinning you around in a tight hug. A surprised laugh left your lips as Marko nipped at your vulnerable neck as he finally allowed your feet to touch the ground once more. “Don’t hog them” David spoke, smacking him upside the head as he took your hand into his gloved ones, pressing his lips softly to your skin. “I wasn’t hoggin’ ‘em!” Marko defended himself, placing his chin upon your shoulder, pouting at David. Turning your head you placed a kiss on his cheek, his lonesome dangly earring ticking your face. A smile replaced his pout, always incredibly happy to receive your affection. “You’re always so good with Laddie” Dwayne softly spoke in your ear, kissing your hair as he did so. “I really love you” he spoke with a genuine smile, nuzzling his head into your neck. “Mmm we all do doll” Paul added, pushing Marko out of the way to mirror Dwayne’s actions on your otherside, but with considerably more nips and bites. “Honestly it perplexes me that you hang with us kitten. Considering your golden heart and all” David spoke, clouds of smoke floating out of his mouth with each word. The adoring look in his eyes was replaced by concern as he noticed the slight frown on your face at his words. “I don’t know about heart of gold” the boys on either side of you facing you as those words left your mouth, their eyebrows knitted together in a frown. “What do you mean baby?” Dwayne asked, tenderly placing his fingers between yours. “I mean, I don’t think I’m a good person” I whispered, the confidence in my words dying out as five pairs of eyes looked into my very soul. David stepped towards you, cradling your face, the cool black leather contrasting the warmth of your cheek. “Kitten, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met and in all the years I’ve been alive, that’s a lot” David’s voice was unusually sincere, the snarky quip to his tone void in his words. “And you’re super cool!” Marko added, snaking his arms around your waist as he pressed his chest against your back. “And extremely hot” Paul continued, adding an exaggerated purr to spur a laugh from you “there’s the sound I love” Paul pecked you on your cheek, rubbing his head against you like a cat “Baby you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, to me” Dwayne’s smooth voice whispered in your ear, kissing your neck and giving a small teasing nip. “And you’re the best to have fun with!” Laddie’s cheerful voice added, his beaming smile giving you no choice to join in with your own. “We all love you more than anything kitten, never forget that okay?” David reassured “now let’s get some stupidly greasy food”

#the lost boys #tlb #x reader #request #gender neutral reader #michael emerson #paul #marko #dwayne #david #fanfic #star #poly lost boys

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What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus

Summary: A Wattpad request by mysticalrosean - “Ok so I was thinking it would be frat boy Harry and what happens is a fan wins like a free pass to spend the day with the band. Then Harry starts flirting with her throughout the day a lot and she does too, then they sleep together in the tour bus??Also can u make it so that Harry is dominant because thats so good haha”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, flirting, biting/hickies, sex with people around, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, slight angst, filth

Master

FRAT BOY HARRY

“Hi, my name is y/n. I won the contest you guys were doing.” You hand the security guard the ticket stating the information and he nods, “Okay. Right this way miss.”

Your nerves are skyrocketing.

You’re about to meet the boys of One Direction.

Harry.

Oh god, you think, I’m about to meet Harry.

Your nerves cause your body to buzz with excitement, the physical shaking is quite noticeable at this point.

“Don’t be nervous, love. They’re harmless.” The security guard jokes and you laugh, “Okay.”

He knocks on the door and you hear the boys yell on the other side.

This is it.

The door opens and there stands Paul, “Yeah?”

“This is y/n. She won the best fan art contest.”

“Oh, yeah. They told us you were coming today.” Paul gives you a smile and turns around to talk to the boys but they’re gone.

“They’re getting on my nerves today.” Paul grumbles with a laugh, “Follow me.” Paul motions for you to follow him and you do.

You walk down the halls of the arena they’ll be performing in tonight.

“Incoming!” You hear one of them yell.

Harry runs and leaps onto Paul’s back, laughing and yelling along with Niall and Louis.

“Harry.” Paul says, trying to stay calm.

Harry’s eyes meet you and he instantly falls off of Paul’s back, brushing off his shirt and crossing his arms, “This the girl who did the drawing?”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised by his attitude, “Yeah, I am.”

“We absolutely loved it.” Harry smiles and walks over to you holding his hand out, “I’m Harry.” He brings your knuckles up to his lips and presses them to your skin.

You can feel the heat in your cheeks firing up, “Hi Harry.” You smile and look over at Niall and Louis.

“Hey, I’m Louis. Nice to meet you, love. Sick drawing by the way. Best one we’ve seen in a while.”

You smile and nod, “Thank you. That really means a lot.”

“No really, you’re incredible. How’d you learn to draw like that?” Niall asks walking up to you, “I’m Niall.”

You nod and shrug, “I just kinda picked up a pencil one day and started drawing.. so I guess I’m self taught?”

“Amazing.” Niall shakes his head, “That’s crazy.”

You laugh and look back over at Harry who has his arms behind his back and his eyes are scanning over your body, “I- I.. um.. I have these for you guys.. Zayn and Liam, too.”

“They’re in the dressing room. I’ll go get them.” Louis walks away yelling for them, “Oi, lads. I need ya!”

“Here is yours, Niall.” You hand the small canvas to Niall and grab Harry’s, “And Harry..” you hand him his canvas and his hand lays on yours. Your eyes meet his and he has a smirk on his lips, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He drags his hand against yours as he takes the canvas, inspecting it with his lip pulled between his teeth, “Beautiful art done by a beautiful girl.”

He winks and Niall smacks his chest, “Harry. Don’t be flirting with her. She just got here, you’ll scare her off.”

Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “she won’t be going anywhere.”

You bite your lip, knowing he’s right.

Meeting them went a lot different than you ever expected. You and Harry have a connection.

With just a simple touch of his hand on hours, you felt like you belonged to him.

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“So Niall says you taught yourself how to draw?” Zayn says leaning forward picking up the canvas again to look, “That’s honestly very impressive.”

You smile, “Yeah, I guess I just have a natural talent for it. For some people it’s singing and dancing but for me, I guess it’s this.” You point to the boys’ canvases laying on the table.

“It’s very good. I like it a lot.” Zayn nods in approval and leans back.

Harry can’t keep his eyes off of you. His gaze burns holes through you, constantly keeping you on edge.

“Boys. Sound check in ten.” Paul knocks on the door before he leaves and I look around at them, “So am I here for just a few hours or?”

“You’re here the whole day.” Liam says with a smile, “maybe you can sketch us something to keep on the tour bus while we do this, yeah?”

“I actually didn’t bri-“

You’re cut off by Louis making an off beat drum sound with his mouth and zig zagging a sketch book in his hands, “Ta-Da!”

“Oh you guys shouldn’t have.” You pout and take it from Louis, “This will be dedicated for you guys and you guys only.” You laugh and flip through the pages, “I love getting new sketch books. Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.”

“Of course.”

“Very welcome.”

“You deserve it.”

“I’m excited to see what you come up with.” Liam says as he stands up, “Alright. Y/N, you can come sit in the seats if you want.”

You nod, “Sounds good.”

You grab your bag and put the sketch book into it. Harry waits for you by the door, watching you.

You turn and stop, a smile playing with your lips.

There’s definitely something there and you both know it.

“Since they’re not around to tell me no.” Harry walks up to you and semi roughly places his lips on yours as he wraps an arm around your waist. The sketch book gets squished between your bodies, but you didn’t mind.

“You’re mine.” Harry whispers against your lips, “Remember that.”

He leans back, his eyes scan over your face, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He smirks and steps back, “After you.”

Star struck, you manage to make your way out of the room and down the hall. Harry walks beside you, his hand brushing against yours every now and then.

“There you are, Styles, What are ya doin, harassing the girl?” Louis asks as he puts his ear piece in.

Harry laughs, “No. I was going to the bathroom.”

He glance over at you and winks. You nod while trying to hide a smirk and walk down the stage and over to the seats. You sit a couple rows back so you can see the stage fully. You prop your feet up on the back of the chair in front of you and rest your gift from the boys on your thighs.

You tap the eraser part of the pencil against the blank page, thinking of how you want to start.

A little while into sound check, your eyes keep meeting Harry’s. He’s sitting on the one platform, leaning forward and his eyes are fixated on you.

You bite your lip, trying to stay focused but his gaze is strong.

You keep looking up at him, smirking and smiling every once in a while, rolling your eyes playfully at him.

You’d stop and listen to them sing, tilting your head, trying to believe that this was actually happening.

You hum along to the song, tapping your eraser against your cheek to the beat.

You and Harry are in a staring contest pretty much, but the only difference is, no one loses if they blink.

“Alright guys, I think we’re all good here. See you at the show.”

They walk over to the side of the stage and file down the steps, running over to you to see what you’ve come up with.

“Wow. Look she even got the detail of the lights.” Louis says pointing.

Niall smacks his hand away, “Don’t touch it, you knit wit. You’ll smudge her work.”

Louis mocks him and rolls his eyes, “Please.”

You laugh and look at your drawing, “it is pretty good isn’t it?”

They all agree.

“Alright. Let’s go get ready for the show. I can hear the fans screaming.” Liam says patting your shoulder, “You can come back and hang out backstage so you’re not caught up in the landslide of that.”

“Okay.” You laugh and stand up.

“They’ll know who you are. You’ll be bombarded with questions and shit.” Zayn says walking next to you, “We don’t want to be overwhelmed.”

“You’ll have a special spot front row.” Niall says pointing, “It’ll be right there.” You look down over the stage to see a small area that’s gated off.

“Oh that’s nice actually. Thank you!” You smile and walk back stage with them.

“You can just hang out back here, there’s snacks and stuff down in that room, help yourself.” Liam points to a room that has a green sign on it and you nod, “thank you.”

A little while later you find yourself in the room, looking over the different snacks. You can feel someone walk in but you don’t pay any attention until you see his arm reach over in front of you, lightly brushing against your boobs, “s’cuse me.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to flirt with fans.” You tease as you look up at him.

Harry smirks, “What they don’t know won’t kill them.” He winks and walks over to the mirror, running his hand through his hair.

You stand there, finding yourself unable to look away from him.

You walk up to him, “That kiss-“

“Is our little secret.” He leans in, “We can have plenty more secrets if you want.”

You smile and rub your hand against your bicep, “Really?”

He nods, “Mhm.”

You bite your lip, looking from his lips to his eyes, “Like what?”

He smirks and brushes hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck. He leans in, sucking on a little patch of skin under your ear.

Your legs go weak and a little moan slips from your lips. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to him as he keep sucking a mark onto your skin.

“Like that.” He moves your hair to cover the darkening mark on your skin, “And us. Sneaking around.” He leans in, his lips brush against yours, “Bringing you into my bunk. Hotel rooms. Anywhere I can have you.”

You stare up at him, your lip pulled between your teeth as you nod, “Anything you say.”

“Where’s Harry?”

He quickly puts his shirt on and walks over to the table of food. You sit down and get out your sketch book, flipping to a clean page and drawing randomly sketched lines.

“What are you doing?” Niall asks, “tormenting y/n again huh?” Niall looks at you, “Sorry about him. He can be a little-“

“He’s not bothering me.” You smile and look back down at your book.

“Mhm.” Niall laughs and you look up. Harry waves and blows you a kiss as Niall pulls him out of the room and you can’t help but laugh.

You sit there, Harry’s words replaying in your head over and over again.

You’re mine, remember that.

You feel like you’re in shock, stunned that Harry wants claim over you, but you also love the fact that Harry is all over you so you’re not going to argue with it, you always believe that Harry is your soulmate.

——

“Thank you so much!” Liam says as the boys line up, “You have been amazing!”

They all say their thank you’s and goodbyes and run off the stage. Harry gives you on last look, smirking before he turns and follows the others.

“Oh my god, it’s her!” A fan gasps, “Oh my god.”

“Y/n!”

“Y/N! How are the boy?”

“Did you draw them anything else?”

You turn and wave to them, “Hi, hello. It’s me. It’s been great. Really fun. The boys are all so funny and sweet. I’ve had the absolute best day of my life.”

Little did you know it’s about to get better.

“What’s Harry like?”

“Y/N, did you get to hug them?”

“Alright, y/n. Come on.” Paul says as he opens the gate for you, “That’s enough guys. Let the girl alone.” He laughs and shakes his head, “Harry is a loon, crazy.”

You laugh and look up at him, “You got that right.”

The fans scream as you walk by. You felt like royalty.

You didn’t know that the fans would get this crazy, but now you do.

“There she is! How was the show?” Louis asks walking up, “Did they ask you weird questions? We see lots of weird questions on twitter.”

You laugh and nod, “Yeah, they knew who I was. I felt almost as popular as you guys.”

“You will be now.” Zayn chuckles and grabs a water, “Just don’t let the hateful comments get to you. Just know that we love ya and that’s all that matters, right babe?”

You smile and nod, your cheeks turning hot with a blush, “Right on that.”

You glance over at Harry who’s glaring at Zayn and you can feel the hate filled daggers coming off of his stare.

You look between them to see if Zayn notices but he doesn’t. You but your lip, anxiously awaiting for them to tell you to go home.

“How about a tour of the bus?” Niall proposes, “Were headed there anyway, might as well give you the run down on the space we share.”

“Please.” You laugh and follow them out.

——

“It was nice meeting you, y/n.” Louis leans in and gives you a hug, “We’ll have to stay in touch. I might have ya draw me up a tattoo design, yeah?”

You nod against his shoulder, “I’d be honored.”

He smiles and heads to his bunk, pulling the curtain shut.

Zayn follows behind, saying his goodbyes and kissing your head, “Nice meeting you.”

Niall hugs you and rocks you from side to side, “We’ll miss ya! We’ll have to get you to come again, today was fun.”

He disappears and Liam hugs you, “Thanks for coming. You’re one talented girl and I know you’ll go far in life. Stay in touch, yeah?”

“Of course I will. Thank you all so much!” You smile and watch as he makes his way to his bunk.

You take a deep breathe and look at Harry who’s sitting on the couch with one leg crossed over the other.

He motions with his finger for you to come over to him. You slowly get up and walk over to him. He pulls you down onto his lap, sliding his hands on to your waist, “What did I say earlier?”

You knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I’m yours?” You whisper lowly, and he nods, “Right.”

“They did-“

He cuts you off by roughly kissing your lips. He leans back, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” You breathe out, “Harry. I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you are.” He grabs your hips and pushes them down, “Move your hips.”

You grind down onto him and he bites his lip to keep himself from moaning. You can feel how hard he’s getting under you and through his jeans.

“Were going to go to my bunk, you gotta be extra, extra quiet.” He groans lowly as he moves your hair to inspect your neck, “I’m going to make that darker.”

You melt into him.

This feels like it was meant to be on so many levels. It feels so natural. Your nerves melted away as soon as he kissed you for the very first time.

Harry is a very dominant person and you love being his.

A part of you felt like it was some sick joke between the boys, but they really seemed to like you.

“Wait.” You whisper, “This isn’t some weird joke between you guys is it?”

Harry tilts his head and his demeanor goes soft for a minute, “We’d never play with a girls emotions like this y/n. We know how devastating it can be.”

You nod, “Okay. I was just asking. I didn’t really think someone like you would go for a girl like me.”

He shakes his head and rest his hand on your cheek, “You are very, very, and I mean very beautiful. As soon as I knew who won the contest, I did some investigating and I can honestly say that you took my breathe away as soon as I seen your pictures.”

You bite your lip and lay your hands on his cheeks, “You’re my favorite. Always been.”

He smirks and shrugs, his turned on cocky demeanor is back in full effect, “Course I am.”

He leans up, connecting his lips to yours before he leans back, “If we wake anyone up, we don’t get to finish.”

You nod and get up, following him as he leads you to his bunk. He motions for you to climb in first and he gets in behind you, shutting the curtain.

His lips immediately find yours again as his hand slides down your body. His hand slips into the band of your shorts and slide between your skin and underwear.

His fingers find their place at your clit and rub small circles. He presses his lips harder to yours, muffling your moans as best as he can.

Your hands fist his shirt as your whimper against his lips.

He kisses back your jaw, finding the spot he started to mark. His lips pull your skin between his teeth and he bites down, sucking deep colored marks all over your neck.

He doesn’t care if your hair covers it or not.

Your body arches as the pressure on your clit grows harder. “Fuck.” You whisper lowly, “H-Harry.”

You spread your legs more, indicating you wanted his fingers further down.

He picks up on the signal and slides his fingers down between your folds, slipping them inside of you, moaning at how wet you are, “Fuck. I can’t wait to be in this pussy.”

You turn your head, finding his lips as you rock your hips against his hand, “fuck.”

He groans lowly against your lips, pushing his bulge into your thigh. Your hand slides down, cupping him. You give him a gentle squeeze and start to undo his jeans.

“Let me get you off first then we can do that.” He nudges his nose against your cheek, “I want you gagging on my dick but not here. Too loud.”

You nod and take your hands away, sliding them up to his hair. You grab his hair, tugging slightly as you feel yourself growing closer.

You bite down on your lip hard to try and keep yourself contained.

“Come on, love.” Harry whispers, “Cum for me.” He kisses across your neck, nipping and licking the skin, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You’re panting at this point, “s-shit.”

Harry brings his other hand up, shifting so he can cover your mouth.

You clench around his fingers and arch your body into his as you cum. You whimper and moan into his hand as he fingers you through your high. He moves it and instantly crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as fast as you get them out.

His thrusts slow down and he pulls his hand out of your shorts, “You’re going to feel so good around my dick.”

His words alone could make you cum again.

You pick back up on undoing his jeans again, “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” You kiss him as you slip your hand into his pants.

He kicks off his jeans and kicks them down to the bottom of the bunk, “Roll over.”

You roll over so your back is facing him and he pulls your shorts down. You bring your one leg out of them and his arm instantly hooks under your leg and lifts it up.

He pulls it to him, holding you tight as the tip of his cock rubs against your folds and you gasp, waiting for him to slide in.

He reaches down between you both, grabbing his cock to steadily slide it inside, “Quiet as a mouse, baby. Don’t want to stop now.”

You grip the blanket, biting down on it to muffle the moans you’re trying so hard to keep quiet as he pushes his cock into you.

He lays his head forward, his finger tips dig hard into your thigh as he sits there for a second, taking in the feeling of being inside of you.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groans, “You feel so good.”

You push your hips back, afraid that if you open your mouth you’ll wake everyone up.

He slips his arm under your head and holds your leg steady as he starts to slowly thrust, being carful not to make too much noise.

You tilt your head back, lips parted as he whispers dirty stuff in your ear, “I knew just by looking at you I needed to know what you felt like.”

He moves his arm so his hand lays on your throat, squeezing gently as he thrusts are slow and deep into you. The angle he has your hips at, allows you to feel every inch of him. The tip of his cock brushes around that perfect spot every single time.

Your leg starts to shake as you reach behind and grab onto his hip, “I’m so close.” You quietly gasp out, so low he barely heard.

“Me too, wait f’me.” He lets go of your throat and lays his hand on your chest. His hand kneads your one boob as he pushes his cock into you fully, feeling you clench around him.

You hold your breathe, trying hard to hold back the orgasm that is desperately trying to get free.

His cock continues to thrust in and out, painfully slow.

“Fuck. Let it go.” He groans and digs his fingers deeper into your skin.

Your body tenses and you lay your other hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that your orgasm is ripping away from your body.

He came sooner than he thought he would.

Oops.

He finishes pumping his cum onto your hip and quickly brings a part of the blanket up and wipes it off before it runs down your back side.

You shimmy your shorts up your legs and lift your hips to pull them up. He puts his boxers back on and lays down facing you.

“I may have came a little inside.” He chuckles slightly, “I’m sorry I-“

“No it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill.” You assure him as you lay down facing him. He nods and stares at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

After a few moments, he brushes hair from your face, “Don’t go. Please.”

You pout slightly, a part of you feeling sad at his words, “I really don’t want to.”

Harry leans in and kisses your forehead, “Well figure it out.”

——

So I’m thinking about doing a part 2 to this? Something along the lines of y/n and Harry get caught on the tour bus because there’s some fans poking around the fences and the secret gets out?

I don’t know let me know what you think 👀

As always, if you have any request, send them here.

I have three or four other requests in progress!

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years

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Chapter 11 "Three Days" (Head-Shots | Sniper x Reader)

I woke up drooling on Mundy’s shoulder. His hat was covering his eyes and his shades were neatly tucked in his shirt pocket. Everyone was wounded and tired. Some were passed out. The van hit a bump, jolting anyone who wasn’t asleep, awake. I smacked my lips together, sitting up straight. I yawned and stretched out my arms. Heavy and Scout were still up front, though Scout was passed out.

“Hey,” Mundy said. He wiped the drool off my face. “Sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Road’s been a bit bumpy. I think I need to see a chiropractor.” I leaned back on Mundy, who slouched against the wall between the back and front of the van. We hit another bump and possibly ran over a can, making a sharp turn. Hopefully it wasn’t an animal or anything. Soldier interrupted a conversation Scout and Pauling were having over a video chat. “How far are we from the base?” I asked.

“Not that far, we’re almost there,” Spy said. He lit a cigarette. Pyro watched the lighter go out. The van went up a small hill and made a hard right, pulling into the garage. We were back at RED Bread. We got out of the back when a body dropped off the roof. I screamed, clinging on to Mundy. Soldier walked around the van and kicked the body.

“Where’d the body come from?” I asked, nudging it with my foot. Sniper walked to the front of the van. Sticking out from under the hood was another body. I shivered. “Let’s just move over here,” I said. I followed Mundy to the table. :Hey doc, hey Engie,” I said as the two entered the room. I took a seat next to Mundy. Scout tossed the keys at Medic and Engineer, which they let fall.

“Nice catch,” he said.

“Yeah. Listen now,” Engineer said. “We've been running some experiments on the Teleporter.” Soldier joined us.

“What about it?” I asked. “It seems to be working fine.”

“Well yeah,” he replied. “Y'all ought to take a look at this.” He turned on the teleporter. It spun around and bread appeared.

“That is big news,” Scout replied. “Um, is the Demo back with the beer yet? Cause I…” Medic breaks the bread in half to reveal nasty, green lumps and white things sticking out. I yelped, giving out a gagging noise.

Ewwww! It’s moldy!

“Whoa! What the heck is that?!” Scout exclaimed.

“Tumors!” Medic replied cheerfully. I looked at Mundy.

“Why did he say it so happily?” I asked. He shook his head. Engineer adjusted his helmet, looking at us concerned.

“Y’all know what this means, right?” he asked. Soldier, out of the blue, grabbed poor Scout by his neck and slammed him against the table. I stood up.

“Woah, Solly!” I exclaimed.

“Argh! We cannot teleport bread anymore!” he yelled.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Engineer said, separating them both. “Not exactly, Soldier.” Smiling, he placed his hand on Soldier. “You teleport as much bread as you like.”

That doesn’t sound well.

Yeah, it doesn’t.

Engineer’s smile faded and he took off his helmet. “That goes for all of ya,” he said. “If there's something any of y'all wanted to do before ya… Well, died. Now would be a good time.”

Wait, death?

“How long before these tumors kill us?” Spy asked. I was shocked! Killing? Death??? What happened? Do we all have tumors inside of us? Was it the bread we ate? Of course it was! I had some too!

“Vell, let's see,” Medic replied. “Ve all use the teleporter, let's say six times a day. Times four years. Minus ve're not bread. Hmm.” I bit my thumb. Even though I haven’t been here for four years, we used teleporters practically for everything! I even tried one out on my first day. Medic turned around. “Three days. Yes, we all have three days to live.”

My gut dropped and so did my jaw. Three days until our worlds ended.

Soldier tried to count his fingers while all of us took time to process our expiration dates when Demo came out of the teleporter, wearing a sombrero, glasses and holding a case of beer. He looked at us, confused.

“What?” he asked.

“Now’s not the time, buddy,” Scout said. “We have um, three days to live.” I stood up from my seat, looked around at everyone, and walked away.

“Goodnight,” I called out, walking into the hall. Footsteps followed me behind. I turned around. Mundy was the one following me. He had a smile, a worried smile on his face. “What is it?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.

“Oi wanted to ask you something, but Oi don’t know how to say it,” he said. “Oi guess it’s the fact we’re closer to death than we all thought.”

“That’s fine,” I said, approaching him. “I guess we’re all in shock to know our death is right around the corner.” Mundy rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you uh, have any plans for spending the last bit of your time?” he asked. I twiddled around with my fingers.

You could spend it with him. It’s not like he’s going anywhere.

I’m not going anywhere either.

“Um, if it’s okay with you, could I spend it with you?” I asked, turning a bit red.

“Sure,” he replied. I smiled a bit. “Come, you can stay with me tonight,” he said, taking my hand. We walked out of the building, through the garage, and outside. His van was parked next to Engineer’s truck. There was a red sports car.

I wonder who it belongs to.

Maybe Spy. He’s rich enough to afford it. Mundy held open the door and let me in first. I turned on the lights. Same old room, nothing changed from the last time I was in here. I sighed. Maybe this would be the last time I ever saw this van.

Maybe this would be the last time I ever talked to Scout or Pyro. Maybe this would be the last time I ever saw Mundy. I felt sick in the stomach and I was ready to break down crying. The tears welled up in my eyes.

“Mundy,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about what lies in the afterlife?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “Why?”

“Well, I was just thinking about it,” I said, turning around to face him. “Maybe heaven exists and we’ll all go there a-and we’ll be together.” I started to cry.

“Oh Y/n,” Mundy said. He hugged me. I buried my face in his shirt.

“I don’t wanna die!” I exclaimed. “I wanna live long enough to have kids! I wanna see my grandkids grow up!” Mundy ran his fingers through my hair. He held me tight. It felt comforting. I sniffed and looked up to face him. “Are you worried?” I asked. He smiled.

“Course Oi am,” he replied in a soft tone. “Oi don’t wanna die either. That’s why Oi’m gonna spend the rest of my time with you.” I smiled.

“Thanks,” I said.

“For what?” he asked.

“For being the best guy I ever met,” I replied. I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek. Mundy turned bright red, looking away. I chuckled. “Seems the cat got your tongue,” I said. There was a knock on the door. Mundy let go and opened it. Scout held a bucket and pen in his hand.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Spy wants us to write the last things we wanna do before we die and put it in this bucket,” he explained. He handed us a card from the bucket and the pen.

“Give us a minute, will ya?” Mundy asked. He walked over to the counter and started writing down his last minute wish. My eyes never wandered over to read his paper. It was a respectable thing to do. “Here,” he said, handing me the pen. “Scout and Oi will be inside,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll be out in a bit.” Mundy nodded and closed the door.

So what are you going to write?

Not sure.

What do you wanna do with these three days left?

Spend it with Mundy.

Okay, so that’s the deal then. I started to write down my last request.

What’s it say?

“I wanna spend my time with the man I love most,” I replied.

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cellarfulofnose · 1 year

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Cat Scratch Fever

Prompt #75 (long-awaited sequel to Hissy Fit). What's the matter--cat got your tongue?

For most of the month of May, any time John came through London, he'd go and see Dylan.

This morning, they hadn't even played music together, just put on a Joan Baez record and shared a joint, blowing the smoke out the bathroom window. Bob was staying in a little flat above a clothing shop for this leg of the tour, and the owners had already complained once about the smell (and five times about the noise). So they tried to be discreet. No yodeling, only one harmonica at a time, and smoke was to be blown outside.

The grass was tip-top as well, best shit John had ever tasted. American, Bob was keen to repeat. Won't get anything like this on your side of the pond. John would remind him the Beatles were to be in the States again in a matter of weeks, or else he'd just giggle a while if they'd been at it long enough. It was so potent, in fact, he half-believed he might be imagining it when a dark tabby cat padded into the bathroom and began to circle his leg.

Bob offered his hand, making kissing, smacking noises. The cat ignored him. "He's not real friendly," he explained.

When the cat jumped into John's lap, however, Bob laughed and said, "Seems like he likes you, though."

John happily scratched its small, purring head. "It's 'cause we're countrymen. He can smell the Yank on you."

"Hey, for all I care, you can keep him, man. All he ever does is shed."

John was about to diagnose Bob with a case of sour grapes, but he wasn't kidding. Layers, sheets of hair melted off the cat's back with every pass of his hand. A few strands hung in the air, too light to drift, but most stuck to John; to his hands, to his clothes.

...Interesting.

"Must be spring," John grinned. He pulled the cat against his chest, cooing encouragement. "Come 'ere, you. Hello. Come on." The cat made a few chirps and squeaks in reaction to being handled, but it moved as directed, and even began to knead John's chest, shedding so much hair John didn't know how it wasn't a Sphinx by now. Excellent. "Good boy. What's his name?"

"Lucky. He doesn't really belong to anyone, just comes and goes in the building. But I call him Lucky."

"That's a boy, Lucky," said John, rubbing under the cat's chin until his eyes pressed closed with gratitude. The coarse vibration of Lucky's purrs echoed off the tile.

Bob rose from the rim of the bath and tried a few friendly strokes down Lucky's back. Lucky mrrrped and seemed interested for a minute, lifting his spine, but then he shook his head and jumped down. Bob scoffed as they watched Lucky's tail disappear around the bathroom door.

"Ah, you scared him off," John chided.

"Hey, I'm doin' you a favor, man. Look at you." Bob held John's lapels apart to show what a mess Lucky had made of his shirt and pants. He started to brush some of the hairs away; perhaps with too much zeal. He sputtered, spitting half-heartedly as though a hair had managed to land on his tongue. "Fuckin' everywhere."

"I don't mind, really." John's cheeks hurt from smiling. This couldn't be more perfect. "I love cats, me."

"Yeah, well." Bob ground some ash from the end of the burnt-out joint and tried to get a light on it once more. "Not all of us are so fortunate as to have that relationship be mutual." Failing to light the end, he tsked and set it on the counter along with the lighter. After staring out the window a while, he turned back to John. "Where's my guitar? I'll show you a little--"

"I should be going, actually." John heaved himself off the bathroom floor and into a standing position, dusting ash and non-feline hair off the seat of his jeans. God. Even in London, Bob seemed intent on living like he'd never left Greenwich Village.

"Now?" Bob stood too, shakily, stiffly. "Where you headed?"

"Cavendish."

"Cavendish, that's--" Bob's eyes went wide with joy. "That's Paul's place, isn't it? Oh, I love Paul, man, he's such a little firecracker. You're goin' to see him? Tell him he's always welcome here anytime, he knows that."

John snorted as they left the bathroom. "Oh, and I'll give him a nice big kiss for you, shall I?"

Bob chuckled. "I don't know, man. Bring him around next time you come here. We'll have a good time."

John, being stoned, couldn't keep from smiling like a shark. You, me, Paul, and Lucky. "You know, Bobby?" He opened the door to leave. "I think I just might."

---

Martha started barking before John had even opened the gate, heralding his arrival. Clever lass, John thought. Thinks she's about to be chasing Lucky. There was only one creature at this address, though, who was about to get lucky--to coin a phrase.

Paul opened the door looking pleased as punch to see him, so John didn't think it would be out of the ordinary to press against him with a crushing hug. "Hi--" Paul said, ending in a wheeze as John held him tight. When John began to nuzzle against him, though, he let out a rumbling hum of interest before asking, "Would you like to--come in?" When he could find the air, that is.

John pulled apart from Paul with a satisfied sigh and held him at arm's length for a quick inspection. With a moment's glance, he could see a smattering of brown-and-white hairs that had transferred to Paul's clothes--a woolen sweater vest, no less. Practically Velcro. Brilliant. He started to answer, but Paul took on a very slight frown and sniffed the air. A lump rose at once in John's throat. His whole ruse was over before it'd even begun. Before he'd even set foot in the door.

But Paul merely raised an eyebrow and said, "Hope you've brought enough for the class," before nodding John inside.

John tried not to sigh with relief as he shut the door behind him. Paul was referring to the smell of grass on his clothes, nothing more. "It was all Dylan's. Sorry. Smoked the poor bastard out of house and home."

"That where you've been?" Paul fetched two teacups from the cupboard and started the water boiling.

"Yeah." As soon as John sat down, Martha started sniffing curiously at his trousers, so he shooed her away. "He asked after you, actually. He wants you to come round next time I go and see him."

"Did he? Our Bobby?" Paul's back was turned, but John could hear the smile in his voice. They were still just kids, really, when it came to Dylan, just giddy fans. "Well."

"I told him to keep dreaming. That you had better things to do than hang around Judas Iscariot."

Paul gave a humorless false laugh, then cleared his throat somewhat roughly. Already? thought John. So there's a grain of truth to the expression 'quick as a cat'. He kept talking, if only to cover his tracks, to hide how closely he was listening. "He's having an hell of a time at his shows, you know. They shout the most horrible things at him."

"Really."

"Yeah, or they just make noise. There was a group of them just blowin' into mouth organs any time he tried to sing."

Paul laughed and gave a little tug on his sweater, scratching under the collar. He might not have realized he was doing it, but any time he wasn't actively pouring tea or stirring in milk, he'd rub at his neck, scratch the back of his hand. "But really, here? I'd have thought back in New York, the folkies and the Beats and them would think he'd turned on them, but..."

"No accounting for taste," John shrugged, pushing up his glasses to see better.

"No, s'pose not." Paul loaded the cups onto a tray and coughed softly. From the back, John could see him pause, then raise a hand cautiously to his face. Paul stiffened, and his shoulders lifted, only to relax a moment later. He sniffed. So it begins, thought John with perverse glee.

When Paul brought the tea over, his nose had taken on a shade of pink, clearly just rubbed. He'd kill John if he said this, but it was damn cute. The appeal wasn't lost on John; the pinkish glow, the dark, watery lashes. That wasn't why he was doing this, mind you. Not exactly. It wasn't the same sort of instant turn-on for him that it was for Paul--and frankly, if it were, this whole experiment would be unethical in John's eyes. But it was guaranteed to get Paul incredibly flustered, and John wouldn't miss that for the world.

John thanked him and took a sip, but instead of sitting down, Paul strode back into the kitchen. He leaned forward against the counter, examining something in the mirror above the sink. John craned his neck around the corner, leering curiously. "What are you looking a--"

"...hh'nkxt! --hhhuh."

Before John could finish asking, Paul suddenly curled in on himself to smother a sneeze. John bit his lip--he couldn't resist. "How's that? Speak up."

"I did- didn't say anything." Paul sniffled, lingering in front of the mirror for a moment longer before returning to the front room. "Hey, he said, "look at this a minute, will you?" He bent down in front of John and pulled his shirt to the side, exposing his collarbone.

John blinked. "Salacious, I'm sure, but nothing I haven't seen before."

"No, I mean, it's all... Does it look red to you?"

Sure enough, Paul's cream skin had broken out in a faint rash on his neck and chest. Not blistering angry, but it didn't look comfortable. "Yeah, a bit," John said honestly. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it itches." Paul straightened, still scratching at the skin around his collar. He huffed, and John realized he was only breathing through his mouth. "I think it's..." Paul trailed off, blinking dazedly. Then he whirled around, one hand clamped tight around his mouth and nose to cut off a sharp inhale--though not tightly enough to fully suppress a sneeze.

"hdt'mphsh!"

Paul's shoulders practically shrank, like he was trying to disappear, but there was no way for John to plausibly deny he hadn't seen it this time. "Goodness me, bless you," he sang. "Nasty cold, you've got, it sounds like."

Paul ripped a tissue from the box on the coffee table. "It's not a cold," he muttered, nettled, his words muffled by the thin sheet of paper, and gave a very soft blow. After he'd mopped up all he could, he emerged carnation-pink. "I think--snff!--I think it's the sweater."

John swallowed. "Oh?"

"You know, maybe it's...wool."

Relief washed over John. For someone so explosively allergic to cats, Paul wasn't very good at spotting them. "And that's been happening since you put it on, has it?"

Paul shifted uncomfortably. "Not before you got here, but it, you know, it takes a while sometimes..."

John pasted on an expression of abject horror. "Oh, God, it's me, isn't it?"

"What--"

"You're allergic to me," John groaned.

Paul scoffed and rolled his eyes, so John taunted, "No? All right, prove it. Come here."

Paul eyed him incredulously, not wanting to believe John was being sincere. But once it sank in, he frowned. "That's not...It's not..."

"Reckon you've got nothing to worry about, then." John raised his eyebrows expectantly and spread his arms, as if for an embrace.

With one final exasperated sigh, Paul marched over and bent down to John's eye level. John cradled the back of his head, so that Paul's face pressed against his chest. Paul inhaled obediently, then raised his hands in a shrug; Nothing.

But John didn't let go, which forced him to breathe in again, and he froze. Again, a little more frantic, and now he was gasping, puffing short bursts of air into John's shirt. "Wait," he panted, "w-hh-! hhh-- wait...!" He started to pull away. John might have been sadistic, but he wasn't evil, so he let go, just in time for Paul to stagger backward and throw an arm over his face.

"kttchhoo! hh'Tschh!"

"Oh, Christ, it's over," John lamented, cheeks in his hands, shaking his head. "What'll become of the band..."

Paul surfaced long enough to snap, "You shut up, ihhh...it's n...! --hhp'tshoo! hh...hhh--!"

John rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "'Course, with today's technology, we'd never even have to be in the studio at the same time..."

"aht'schhew!" By now, Paul had stumbled over to the kitchen, facing away from John, bracing one hand on the door frame. The other arm, he'd shoved against his face, like he could stuff a lid on his allergic attack. He held his breath, then lurched forward, shivering violently with a volley of suppressed sneezes. Martha barked and whined.

"My stars," said John, not half impressed. "Think I'd need a rosary to bless that properly."

When at last he was able to breathe again, Paul straightened and coughed wetly, cradling his nose as though it might go off again. "Urgh...God. Fucki'g prick." He sniffed, then sighed through his mouth--it didn't do him much good.

"Maybe it's the grass," said John, ignoring the insult.

Paul pulled his sweater off over his head. "What?"

"On my clothes." John tugged at his shirt to jog Paul's memory. "Smoke, you know?"

Paul paused halfway through yanking a handful of tissues from the box, then seemed to catch John's meaning. "Oh, for..." He rolled his eyes; his whole upper torso, more like, shaking his head in disbelief, as he buried his nose in tissues and stalked down the hall.

John watched him go, then called out, "There's plenty of room for you in the temperance movement."

There was an uncharacteristic lack of a retort, then two breathless sneezes in quick succession. "Whatever you're wearing--snff!--put it in the wash," came Paul's congested voice a moment later.

John's hands flew to his collar on pure reflex, ready to strip to the skin. "All of it?"

Paul appeared in the hall again, bare as the day he was born, a silk robe draped over his arm. He sported a terribly affronted expression, made only slightly less intimidating by his weeping red eyes and nose; not that John was looking at those. "Yes," Paul grumbled, and slipped into the bathroom.

John sat frozen on the sofa a moment. The sound of water falling in the shower jarred him back to reality, and he tore off his clothes, nearly tripping over Martha as he hopped on one foot to wriggle out of his pants. He tossed them in the machine on top of Paul's and started a wash cycle, then barged into the bathroom.

It turned out that the steam did plenty to clear out Paul's sinuses. John helped out by sucking his cock under the hot water (fastest natural decongestant, he was always eager to repeat). Though Paul didn't stop sneezing for a good while, it wasn't as bad as the run-in with the kittens; he hadn't actually handled any live cats, just old hair. This time.

When they were lounging half-dressed in Paul's bed, though, John started to plan for the future. "He really wants to see you, you know. Dylan. I told him you'd come."

"I'd like to, yeah. When are you goin'?"

John shrugged. "Some time next week. He's leaving soon."

Paul agreed, even offered to drive. John reminded him that if the smoke proved to be too much for him--he didn't get to finish his promise, as Paul smacked him in the mouth with a pillow. He took it without complaint. It was less than he deserved: it was diabolical, this plan of his. But for the present moment, it was still between him and God.

---

As the week went by, John became less and less sure about this scheme of his. There was no guarantee the cat would even show. John had been to Dylan's place a dozen times before he met Lucky. Suppose he'd skipped town. Gotten run over by a bus. But it was spring, and he was a terrible shedder, so unless Dylan had deep-cleaned the place (which was a few slots below 'pigs flying' on the list of things likely to happen), it would be carpeted in dander and hair.

Paul wasn't about to let the grass theory fly anymore, either. Mid-week, he'd given John a ring, stoned as all get-out, to proudly proclaim he'd just sucked down a joint with no ill effects, and to jabber for an additional three hours. So the ruse was destined to be short-lived, but quite entertaining in the meantime.

It didn't stop John from throwing Paul a pointed look, raising his eyebrows as if to say Uh-oh, when Bob opened the door with a joint between his fingers. Paul ignored him, smiling a bit too brilliantly to be sincere as he embraced Bob. While they traded greetings, eagerly talking over each other like schoolgirls, John scouted the flat--no cat. He couldn't even see any hair, but between his eyes and Paul's nose, there was no contest as to which was sharper, more sensitive. It was a waiting game, now.

"So when am I gonna see you at one of my shows?" asked Bob. They sat around, smoking and sipping wine; John on the floor, Bob on a chair, and Paul on the piano bench.

"We can make it to one on the weekend, I think," Paul said, with a glance at John for confirmation.

John raised his glass. "Wouldn't miss it."

"Yeah, we'll make a day of it." Paul was trying not to smile as the wine and the weed reached his head at once, which only resulted in his cheeks looking very full. "Bring the lads."

Bob didn't seem to know which of them to look at, so he addressed his remarks to the door over John's shoulder. "I'd sure appreciate it. That'd be very lucrative for me."

"Think we'll draw a crowd?" said Paul, pretending concern, but he didst protest too much, John thought. Even now, his eyes sparkled at the thought.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Bob grinned. "Standard practice. Beatles pay double."

Paul burst out laughing, as Bob tried to insist he wasn't kidding, and John realized he hadn't spoken more than three words in the last fifteen minutes. Paul, on the other hand, seemed to have no trouble at all regaling Bob with tales of life on the road, the latest on Jane and the art world, generally charming the pants off Dylan, a sitting duck. His diction was perfect, just the tiniest slur from the smoke and drink, but his voice was otherwise clear. Symptom-free, in other words. He hadn't so much as sniffled since they walked in, didn't even cough from the smoke. It was, admittedly, a bit of a let-down; John had gone to all this trouble. But he was too pleasantly buzzed to care.

A short while later, though, Paul blinked as though someone had shone a bright light in his eyes, sudden and harsh. He pressed a thumb to the corner of his eye, then rubbed gingerly at the bridge of his nose, all the while looking like something was irritating him to tears. John barely turned his head, just enough to watch intently as Paul's nostrils started to flare and his lips pursed together. There was a moment where John thought surely, surely...but it passed, leaving Paul to slowly drop his hand, blinking as he exhaled.

Bob seemed to find it more comfortable to wander around the room as he spoke, which meant he wasn't keeping too close an eye on them. John took advantage of their relative privacy to nudge Paul with a quiet, "You okay?"

It took Paul a moment to latch on to what John had asked, but he nodded. "Eyes are...dry," he whispered, with a little smile that was probably supposed to be conspiratorial: small price to pay to get stoned, ooh, aren't we naughty. John was feeling indulgent, so he returned the smile and didn't pry.

But no sooner did Paul's smile fade than his lashes were fluttering again (and Christ alive, it was a wonder they didn't blow the loose papers off the coffee table), and he was clumsily pressing a knuckle against the side of his nose. Lucky, true to his namesake, once again hadn't let John down. He glanced over to see if Bob was paying attention, but he was meticulously looking through the papers strewn around the piano. John turned over a few sheets, pretending to help him look for what he was missing.

A minute later, Paul drew a shallow breath, almost silent, and John gave up pretending. Paul had stuck a fist over his mouth, and he could barely keep his eyes open. More than once, John watched him deflate with relief, then re-tense as the breath he was fighting got hold of him again.

"It's okay, you know," John said softly.

Paul's watery eyes flashed open, and he looked like he wanted very badly to say something, but instead, he ducked forward into his hand with a barely audible "ht'mph!"

It hurt John's head just to watch. He looked around for tissues and, finding none, was sorely tempted to offer Paul the lyrics of Don't Think Twice, It's All Right on which to blow his nose. But Paul seemed to recover without help. He blinked his eyes open, wearing a fuzzy smile and a furious blush. "Oh, dear," he murmured, as much to John as to himself, as if it were a big joke.

John bit his tongue to avoid smiling. He silently offered his own handkerchief, cleaned and pressed for just such an occasion. Paul looked mortified. He refused it with a quick shake of his head and an open hand, but he hung back a bit, as if to say, Not yet, anyway.

"You just gonna sit there lookin' at us, or are you gonna play something?"

Both of their heads turned sharply when Bob spoke. "I'll, uh." Paul's voice was rough. He coughed to clear his throat. "I'll play, yeah." As he turned to face the upright piano, he rubbed fretfully at his nose, a gesture that probably looked like thoughtfulness or nerves to Bob. Paul's fingers hovered over the keys, and he took a deep breath--John waited, rapt--but he blew it out again and began to play.

It was a clanging, shambling tune in a minor key. One of Dylan's own, Ballad of a Thin Man. John couldn't help but chuckle. Ever the star pupil, was Paul. It had exactly the desired effect; Bob was speechless with awe, and he kept touching his cheeks, running his hands up through his hair. "Wow," he breathed, "hey, that ain't bad."

"You can hire him by the hour," John said quietly. "Very reasonable rates."

"You walk into the room," Paul began to recite, in the most generous interpretation of Dylan's singing voice John had ever heard, "with your pencil in your hand/ You see..." He stopped. For a moment, he was still, then he raised his left hand to his face. "Hang on."

"It's the same, with G in the bass," Bob quickly offered. "Don't stop, man, that was incredible..."

Paul shook his head faintly--It's not that--and flung a sleeve across his face. "--nkgxt'chew!"

"Bless you," Bob said, sounding half automatic, but John knew better. Paul was already twitching with quick, irregular breaths, wanting another..."hhah'TChoo!" Muffled into his sleeve, but louder than the last: they were getting too strong to hold back.

Bob blessed Paul again with double the enthusiasm, drowning out John's rollicking Cockney "God blessus, every one!"

Paul gave a short groan. "'Scuse me." Even before he lifted his arm away, John saw that Paul's ears had gone flaming pink. But with his whole face in view, flushed strawberry rose and smiling bashfully, John felt his pulse spike. Oh, dear, indeed.

Before John or Bob could say anything else, Paul stood from the bench, scrubbing at his eyes and nose. "God, um. I yield my time to the gentleman from New York..."

"Minnesota," said Bob.

"...Minnesota. snff! I don't--" Paul's breath caught, and he stumbled through his words with a kind of cough-laugh, "...don't think this song agrees with me."

"Don't injure yourself, man." Bob shut the lid of the piano with a distant metallic thrum of strings. "I don't like it either."

Paul laughed politely, but his expression was strained. As he sat down, he kept one hand pressed against his nose, and his eyes darted around the room. John, watching silently from the floor, could only imagine one thing he might be looking for.

They didn't see it at first; they heard it. Little pitter-patter feet padding down the hall, then a squeak and a meow.

Paul whipped around, wide-eyed, at the sound, just in time to see Lucky spring up to the top of the sofa. "Oh, Jesus Christ," he breathed as comprehension dawned, his face almost expressionless with disbelief.

Bob didn't wait for Lucky to approach him this time, electing instead to scoop him up under the front legs, and held him on his lap.

Paul made a sound that married a cough, a laugh, and a groan of disgust, then cupped a hand over his mouth and nose. It unnerved John slightly that he was smiling through all of this. And it wasn't his ordinary nervous smile, the product of embarrassment boiling over; it looked like barely contained rage. "Think we've found our culprit," Paul managed hoarsely.

"We call him Lucky," Bob supplied, blissfully ignorant of what Paul was trying to communicate. But when Paul gave a ragged gasp and let out three desperate sneezes into his sleeve, the lights flicked on. "Are you allergic to cats?" Bob asked, with such surprise and candor that it almost made John sick.

"Bingo," Paul snuffled, with an attempt at a laugh.

"Well, shit, man, why didn't..." Bob rose at once from the sofa, arms full of Lucky, going on about how no one had bothered to tell him. He opened the door and tossed Lucky into the hall, slapping cat hair from his palms.

"You sadist bastard."

John turned. Paul was glaring at him through watering eyes, his cheeks cut with tears. A hint of rash had climbed above his collar. He looked fuming, as well as moments away from another sneeze.

"Surprise." John felt something sink in his chest as he said it, felt his blood run arrestingly cold.

Paul's hand actually shot out toward him then, and John was too petrified to move, but Paul had only reached over to rip John's handkerchief from his breast pocket and clap it to his face before storming away. The bathroom door slammed.

"Man, I'm sorry about that." Bob plodded back over to where John sat, still brushing hair off his gangly limbs. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me? I could've locked the bedroom window or somethin', he just comes and goes whenever he wants."

John didn't answer, didn't have one, which was just as well. "Hey, where's Paul?" Bob went on. "Startin' to worry me. Is he gonna be all right?"

John's stomach flip-flopped at that. "'Course he's going to be all right," he snapped. "It's a cat allergy, not the bleedin' Black Death."

"Well, I'm just sayin'..."

"I'll go and check on him," John said, low, and left without looking at Bob. This was...not up there with his best ideas. All he could do now, though, was to clean up the fallout.

If he had any doubts as to where the bathroom was, the sound of running water and occasional violent sneezing soon led him to the door. He heaved a sigh--God, he was an idiot--and knocked. "Hey."

His only answer was the sound of water splashing, so he opened the door. Paul was dousing his face with cold water in the sink. He hadn't heard him. John cleared his throat. "Just...came to see if you were all right."

Paul started, then frowned when he saw John. "Yeah," he scoffed, "I bet you did." He dried his face on the hem of his shirt, as if he didn't trust the towels to be free from cat hair. His breathing was a bit coarse; he'd sniff harshly and pant through his mouth. It sounded awful.

John cast his eyes down. "Look, I'm--"

"Shut the damn door."

John only hesitated a moment before obeying. He'd expected to be shoved away, perhaps literally. This was a step in the right direction--so he hoped. He swallowed. "Paul."

"I fucking knew it." Paul jabbed a finger at him accusingly, and this time his red eyes and nose only made him look more imposing. "It was always that bloody cat, wasn't it? It..." He hit a sharp snag and turned away, his face buried in John's handkerchief, with a shivering gasp. He trembled on the edge of a sneeze that wouldn't come, and wouldn't come, and finally retreated, making him growl in frustration. His back still to John, he blew his nose with force, a surprisingly commanding sound, before finally turning around. "I hope you're pleased with yourself." His faint smile was back, and without a hint of mirth. "You're hysterical, you know that? 'Oh, it must be grass! Oh, it must be me!' Fucking wish it were! hh-- ahhh... haht'TCHshew!"

It wasn't particularly sudden or loud, but John still jumped. "Fuck, I'm...I know. I'm sorry."

"I wish--" Paul coughed, "I wish I were allergic to you, maybe then you'd stay the hell away from me." He wasn't even looking at John anymore. His breath was already getting away from him again, building and building, filling his lungs in preparation for a sneeze...only to disappear at the last second. "Ugh, God, fuck me," Paul groaned, bracing his hands on the sink.

For once in John's sorry life, his mind wasn't on sex. He didn't even think anything untoward when Paul said it. But it would've been impossible not to notice that Paul was visibly, eye-wateringly hard in his cords.

John immediately started to sweat. Grass and wine were a famously toxic combination when it came to Paul; only rock-and-roll made for a better aphrodisiac. But it wasn't just that. He was blushing again, badly, coloring his neck so the rash didn't even show. He was humiliated, and for some reason, wildly turned on.

...He was getting off on this. Christ on the cross.

John took a deep, careful breath. "Do you want me to leave? Or is there...something I can help you with?"

Paul huffed angrily and pawed at his nose. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I do, though," said John, treading lightly--lightly as a cat. It was no wonder he was angry. He knew Paul. The only thing he hated more than being teased in public was how riled up it got him. Add this particular kink into the mix, and...well. Recipe for disaster, no doubt about it, but an exciting one.

Paul turned fully away from John at that--at first to be brusque, but then out of necessity. "hh...! ht'tch! hdt'mph! Jesus," he sighed as he let his breath out.

"Bless you," John said softly, and when Paul seemed to suppress a shudder, he added, "Tell me I'm wrong."

Paul stayed leaning on the sink, saying nothing, sniffling wetly.

All right, then. "Come on," John said. "I'm taking you home." He started to turn the doorknob.

"Wait, I can..."

John spun around when he felt Paul's hand on his shoulder. His nose was still shrouded in John's handkerchief, but his eyes were strangely wide and hopeful. "I can stay awhile," he said.

John's heart swelled, and so did his cock. That's what it took to please Paul? Public humiliation on his own terms? It was deliciously tempting; hell, maybe they could turn the lights off, unzip, and initiate Dylan into the band. But it had started as a bad idea, and it was still a bad idea. John wasn't prepared to deal with the National Health if Paul went asthmatic, and he wasn't set up to get better as long as they stayed here. "No. You're coming home with me."

Paul raised his eyebrows. "Think you can make me?"

John grabbed Paul's face and kissed him hard, pulling their bodies together.

Paul whined, greedily kissing back, but after just a few moments, he pushed off John's chest and tore his mouth away, breathing heavily. "Can't breathe through my nose," he explained, panting, his cheeks lifting with a smile. A real one this time.

It was John's turn to blush. "Right."

"And you don't deserve it, frankly."

John laughed and shook his head. "I know." This man was going to kill him. That, he deserved. He held the door open, and together, they stepped back into Dylan's flat.

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