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acorpsecalledcorva · 3 months

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Since I'm no longer under 25 and can't eat whatever I want without consequences anymore there's this one particular trend I've noticed. Every year, around mid to late November I gain about 10kgs which refuses to budge, until around February when it suddenly drops off again. Doesn't matter if I stick to the exact same food routines, diet, exercise, or even treat myself and indulge in the festivities, it's frighteningly stable.

I don't actually care if I gain weight, I'm really not worried at all about being fat and I think fat bodies are beautiful, BUT, my comfort item ever since I was a teenager has been my black jeans. When I was 15 I had a pair ripped to absolute shreds all the way up to my underwear but I just refused to let them go. If a pair gets a hole in the crotch or the zip breaks I want to cry, and so not being able to fit into the ones that I have is a disaster. I don't want new ones, I want my ones. The ones I wear every day but also on special occasions because they're my favourite.

This has been a complicated issue while transitioning, because hips getting wider and a bigger ass is absolutely something I carnally desire, and am in love with the changes, but I've also had to give up some of my jeans (I keep them in a box on top of my wardrobe because they aren't broken, they just don't fit my new shape at all)

Anyway, this week I've finally gone over the weight drop cliff for this year but now I'm on estrogen and progesterone my body doesn't want to let go of any weight below my waist, even if I've lost a fair amount above it. It's part of the compositional changes, fat burns at very different rates on different parts of the body, skeletons don't play all that much of a role in it it's just what gives estrogen dominant and testosterone dominant bodies their recognisable shape.

All this is to say that right now my body looks like this, like someone put the top half of a skinny white dude on the bottom half of a Pixar mum

And I have to keep wearing the wrong trousers for a little while longer

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Twelve)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: some graphic injury detail, bad language, mention of death

Context: Nico and (Y/n) go to the cave and talk with the boys

A/N: I have finally figured out how this is going to end, so at least now I have a target to aim for!😁 enjoy!😊💛❤ (p.s. it's a little bit cringy, sorry)

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"It stinks here, (Y/n). You sure this is the right place?" Nico questions me as we pull up near the Bluff, leaving the car in the forested area a little way back from the edge to keep it hidden from unfriendly eyes.

"I'm sure. It only smells because vampires live near here." I point out, swinging open the car door and attempting to climb out, a sharp yelp of pain leaving me as I put weight on the injured knee.

"Yeah, I can tell. Hey, you shouldn't be trying to walk anywhere, you'll only make it worse." The werewolf says to me, exiting the car and coming around to me, holding the door open for me as he watches me struggle, "I can go get your stuff."

"No, that's not a good idea. They'll attack you as soon as you go inside." I tell him, sitting back as i try to think of a way of doing this.

"You still can't walk, (Y/n). I think I can take my chances with them." He lifts an eyebrow; internally, I know he's right, he's the strongest person I've ever met, and has easily fought off a pack of other wolves before by himself. A few vampires would be no problem.

"I'm not letting you kill them, they're my friends."

"Friends who left you to die back there." Nico points out, before reaching down and scooping me up into his arms again, "If you insist on coming, then I'll carry you."

"Fine, but don't act all hostile around them." I don't mention his first words, trying not to dwell on that thought too much.

"I can't promise anything." He says, tightening his grip on me briefly as he uses a foot to close the car door, turning and walking in the direction I point him in.

"Just be careful at the bottom of the walkway - I put traps there and they're probably still there." I inform him, loosely wrapping an arm around his neck as he walks.

"Traps? What kind of traps?" He questions, stepping gingerly onto the walkway, testing it carefully under his weight. It freaks slightly, but holds, allowing him to step out onto it properly.

"Just a couple of tripwires. I didn't have much to work with, as I left most of my stuff back in the shack, but they work well enough."

The werewolf nods, carefully moving down the steps and onto the stretch leading into the abandoned hotel, noticing the tripwires laid out there even in the darkness, deliberately stepping over them to avoid setting them off. Upon entering the actual cave, he avoids the last trap and stands in the centre, sharp grey eyes quickly locating the resident vampires, who have all formed a protective line with David at its head, faces contorted into snarls. Each of them is tense and menacing, fangs bared, eyes glowing dangerously as they regard the newcomer, who let's out a low warning growl from deep within his chest, the sound of which vibrates under my hands.

"What do you want, dog? How did you find us?" David spits across the room, standing stock still.

"You should be more careful about who you call a dog, leech." Nico bites out, voice dropping an octave as he makes himself more threatening.

"Hey, hey, we're not here to fight. I just wanted to get my stuff back." I interject before things get out of hand, Nico's muscles having tensed around me slightly, his skin heating as he fights the instinct to turn.

For the first time, the vampires look at me, their faces morphing back to their human ones as they realise I'm there, though they remain tense and keep their distance.

"(Y/n)?! You're alive?!" Paul exclaims, blue eyes incredulous as he stares at me.

"Yeah, no thanks to you four." Nico growls, holding me closer to him in a protective way, eyes fixed on the vampires.

Marko and Paul both hiss at the werewolf, moving as if to advance on him, before Dwayne puts out a hand to stop them, clearly recognising that there is no real threat as long as they act amicable.

"I'm alive. Nico was the one shooting, and he's the one who rescued me." I explain briefly, "Now can I get my things, please?"

David doesn't say a word, keeping his eyes trained on Nico as Paul and Marko move to stand behind their leader. Dwayne rolls his eyes and leaves the room momentarily, returning a minute later with my rucksack, which he hands to me hesitantly, uneasy about being in the presence of such a large werewolf, unused to being completely dwarfed in size.

"Thanks, Dwayne." I smile gratefully at the vampire, going to take the bag, only to wince when my leg throbs suddenly. Instantly, Nico is adjusting his grip on me, concern flooding his features, Dwayne frowning slightly as he notices.

"Did you get hurt, (Y/n)?" He asks me, looking over my body.

"Yeah, I was shot by one of the Hunters when they were chasing me. They beat me up pretty badly, too." I admit, gesturing to my leg with a grimace.

The brunette vampire moves to look at it, hesitating briefly as he shoots both Nico and I a questioning look, waiting for us both to give permission, which we do. Very carefully, the vampire takes my leg in his hands and looks at the sound, before releasing it again swiftly.

"Do you want me to take a look at it? Or do you need to go?" He offers, ignoring the protests from the vampires behind him.

"That would be great, actually, though we do need to be quick. They'll come looking soon enough." I accept, gesturing to Nico to put me down, which he does, placing me gently down onto one of the sofas, going to stand by me as he eyes David, Paul and Marko. Dwayne takes a first aid kit from a nearby surface and comes over, rolling up my trouser leg so that he can look at the wound, which has narrowly missed my kneecap.

"What's your plan?" He asks as he works, starting to clean the area before reaching for a pair of tweezers and starting to try to locate the bullet still lodged in my leg. I wince and grimace, fighting off the urge to scream as I try to ignore the pain.

"We're going to leave Santa Carla. It's not safe for me here anymore, and I've got you four in enough trouble as it is, which I'm really sorry about, by the way. I should've left weeks ago." I inform him, staying as vague as possible, so that the information can't be extracted from him if he were to be tortured.

"Its fine, (Y/n), we knew to expect trouble when we first befriended you." The vampire smiles, pulling the bullet from the wound with a small tug, blood pouring out over his hands, making the four of them turn their heads towards me, his fangs trying to break out. Noticing this, Nico moves to stand in front of Dwayne and I on the sofa, his eyes flashing yellow as he growls deep in the back of his throat again, using his body stature to deter them.

"Still, I feel terrible." I wince, before continuing, "I'll be out of your hair forever by the morning."

"Forever?" Paul asks from the back of the room, sounding somewhat saddened by this.

"Yeah, forever. I'm a fugitive now, I can't stay anywhere anymore, or I'll be caught. That's why I've asked Nico to help me - he's an expert at staying hidden." I grin up at the werewolf as he turns and gives me a fond smile, relaxing slightly as he notices that Dwayne is ignoring the blood on his hands in favour of bandaging me up instead.

"So...we can't see you again? Ever?" Marko chips in this time, the blond sounding almost upset.

"Its unlikely we'll meet again. I'm sorry, but that's how it needs to be." I make eye contact with David at this point, who simply looks away, as if trying to hide some sort of emotion. With a final pull of the bandage, Dwayne finishes up and stands up, going to wipe his hands on a piece of cloth hanging around, inspecting his handiwork proudly.

"Ther-" He goes to say, only to be cut off by Nico shushing him, the German werewolf holding up a hand.

We fall silent, tension souring the air as we wait for him to reveal what he has heard to us, my pulse nearly audible in the room, blood pounding in my ears.

"They're here." He says, eyes widening slightly as he looks to me, "And she's with them."

"Oh fuck..." I curse, knowing exactly who he's talking about. Instantly, I find myself held in Nico's arms again, the werewolf trying to locate another exit.

"Hang on, you're telling us that those bastards are here now?" David exclaims, going to stand in front of us.

"Yeah, but it's not just them..." I admit, gritting my teeth.

"What do you mean?"

"Valentine Fletcher is with them." Nico reveals, staring the vampire down.

"Ok, and who the hell is that?" The platinum blonde snaps, becoming frustrated.

"Isn't that..." Marko whispers across the room, paling, if possible, considerably at the thought.

"Who? Who is it?" Paul chimes in now, clearly terrified.

"Valentine Fletcher is the leader of the SRS, and now she's here to finish the job."

Part Thirteen

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

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