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phantomenby · 2 years

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Stalkers

Poly!tlb x reader x star x michael

TW// stalker themes, yandere, idk general creepy vamp shit

It started a month after you moved to Santa Carla.

The notes that is. And the gifts, the sounds of footsteps on your roof top, flashes of faces in the corners of your vision, the feeling of being watched at every moment.

You dreaded the night. The sun was your only solace.

You hadn't wanted to move here, having grown up in Alaska where it was significantly colder and known more for its amazing forest views than anything. But work had dragged you out here, and so you traded your snow for coarse, dry sand.

At least food was cheaper.

The house you had been given was quaint, you couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Set just half a mile from any other civilisation, the garden lush with grass and vegetatio despite how dry the land was else where. Your favourite was the large trees which built a wall around most of the property, giving you some shade from the sun when you were still getting used to the head.

It was a bungalow, of sorts. The attic had been converted by the old couple who used to live there, and naturally the upstairs was all your own private space, a bedroom-office combo with a beautiful round window that let the light shine in.

After a week you were settled, and you could see it becoming your very own paradise. You were young after all and there was no point in fretting over a home that you might be dragged out of in a few months.

Then, one Sunday, May twenty-second, the first of them arrived.

You never wanted to leave your bed. I mean, it was a cheap mattress you had bought on sale at some shoddy store, but it was just so so soft.

That was down to the bedding you had - sweet cream coloured brushed cotton, even your teal toned quilt and pillow covers were made of it. If a sheep was kept clean all its life you were sure it would feel like this.

But alas, your dumb human brain wouldn't let you mooch for too long without guilt.

The house was still and you could hear birds chirping in the morning hours as you climbed down the narrow, steep steps from your upper floor abode.

It was still a little messy since you had been on a little shopping trip the day before. But you needed new clothes since you had few things for this kind of heat, nor anything of real fashion.

You didn't really care for fashion, if you liked how it looked and the feel of it didn't make your skin crawl you were happy. But your new and only friend, Gina, had insisted on taking you to some of the cheaper shops she knew you would be able to find a few nice pieces in.

Now your bank account crying at you.

Instinctually you went to the coffee pot in the kitchen, prepping enough for the day and turning it on, enjoying the scratchy broken sound the ancient machine made as you went to open the backdoor and let air through.

"What to do, what to do..." putting away shopping was the furthest thing from your mind, it was the last day of the weekend before you had to go meet clients all week. You wanted to do something fun.

The machine stopped and you went to the freezer, pulling out an ice tray from the top shelf and bringing it to the counter. You grabbed a glass and began prepping your chosen beverage, sweet iced coffee with condensed milk and cream. You were bound to die before you reached thirty but by god, your taste buds would be satisfied.

As you worked you glanced out the window towards the driveway, your boxy yellow beetle still safe and sound, albeit covered in dust and sand but still cute.

You grabbed a spoon and muddled the ingredients together, heading to the front, it wasn't mail day but you also hadn't checked since Wednesday. Maybe you'd recieved something fun from your boss, she was known to send you silly magazine clips that she thought looked cool, it was a good thing she was an office gal and not someone in control of the arts department.

It was already hot outside, the summer months would be worse. At least you'd never worry about rickets. A small win in the murder capital of the world.

Taking a sip you nearly moaned. Recently you had been visiting a little market stall that came round the other side of town every Tuesday, some sweet old man called Tom bought beans of every variety with him, but this was a special brew and tasted like heaven in your morning cup. And your midday cup, and your dinner cup, thinking on it you might have a problem.

Oh well.

You could make sight of it now, your little blue mailbox, still standing proud now that a metal beam connected it to the ground. It was the only way to get those dreadful skaters to stop knocking into it with their cars as they headed down the backstreets.

And it was most definetly there before you moved in, yes thats right officer its not funny that their car wrapped around it.

It was very funny, you would happily do it again.

"Oh hell yes," there was something there, a small bundle and a few tiny envelopes, they were new. Maybe Marie was trying a new thing, maybe she was becoming human at last and learning to communicate like one too. Wouldn't that be a sight.

You didn't spare another glance at them as you strolled back home, regretting the decision not to wear a hat as the sun blinded your poor corneas.

Pushing the door open you gave yourself a moment to enjoy the heat leaving you, fortunately, the house had good airflow, could have done with curtains too but oh well.

When you placed down the letters you immediately went for the thick stack you recognised, inside was enough clippings to make a whole new magazine, and you were particularly enjoying some of the more colourful clothing hidden within. One thing about this part of the US was how eccentric things could be in terms of style.

It didn't take long to sort through them, and by the time you were done your coffee was almost void of ice so you added some of it black to help with the wateryness, the dark liquid now alot cooler than before.

What next caught your eye was the small number of light, dainty letters. They were pretty, the paper thin and almost seethrough to the point you doubted you needed to do more than hold them up to the light to know what was written on them.

Though, there where were stickers holding them closed. Flowers, kiddie shaped ones, even one made to look like melted wax.

This was...most unlike Marie.

You opened one with a daffodil sticker on it, feeling the smooth edge as you lifted the cover and pulled the letter out.

It was one sided, glancing at the envelope you saw the words 'our love' written, scrawled in beautiful calligraphy.

"What the hell..."

Maybe this wasn't for you, maybe the old owner. No. You shook your head. They were dead, passed almost a year ago and having lived in the house for half a century.

You unfolded it, eyes raking over the words a thousand times.

It was, poetry? It was beautiful, but you hated poetry, your grandmother made you recite it to her every Sunday after church and you despised how obsessive people became over words which could hold nothing, or everything. It was always too hard to decipher, to analyse. Never something you saw as affectionate.

My carnation,

the air in my lungs,

I wish to breathe.

Wont you come home to me?

What the fuck.

You reached for another, one with a pink heart sticker. Christ.

There was a lipstick print, still rosy and smelling faintly of chocolate, thick and plump.

I will be your starlight,

your moonlight,

your sunlight,

your lifeline.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No thank you.

You didn't touch the other two, leaving them on the counter and stepping back.

It took an hour of pacing and another cup of coffee before you opened the final ones.

One held some dried pressed flowers, and the other with the words 'we'll be waiting for you, our little love'.

Your little paradise was now a prison, more letters came and things unexplainable kept happening.

Thing got better after some time, after you went to the police. They were basically useless though, telling you they couldn't do anything unless your stalker(s?) threatened to harm you.

Which the letters never did.

At one point they stopped. And you thought you might finally be left alone to recoup your mental state. But no, instead, when they started again they were werse.

Obsessive. Deranged.

They talked about personal things, what you had been up to, the changes you made in your home, everything you wore, when you cut your hair, when you changed roles at work.

One time there was money in one of the envelopes, a thick stack of twenties with a note saying it was for your car, which had been hit by someone why you were down at the boardwalk with it. The damage wasn't bad but you had been pretty bummed by the large scratch and dent marring the pretty pale yellow paint.

You supposed that was the only positive thing to come out of it.

But in the end you couldn't do it. You couldn't take the money and fix your sweet little bug, choosing to look at the dent sadly each day as you continued to work.

Soon enough you would get paid anyway.

Then you would fix it.

Today you had headed out into town, wanting to pick up some groceries since your fridge and cupboards were pretty bare and the last thing you needed was to be a grumpy rat while taking calls for the rest of the week.

The sky was already growing dark and you decided to be as quick as you could, hating the idea of driving down the pitch black roads late at night.

When you arrived at the 24-hour-has-everything-you-could-ever-need store it was almost desolate, just a truck driver and some bikes parked out front.

Walking in soothed you, but the AC kept making an awful rattling sound that made your spine tingle.

The trucker was talking to the attendant, clearly happy to have someone to mellow out with for a small while before he had to get back on the road.

In the back by some drinks fridges was who you assumed to be the bikers, a tall blonde with wild hair and a long dirtied coat, his smaller counter-part adorning much more colourful attire.

As you walked around with your cart they kept glancing at you, their wide, bright eyes burning into your back.

Your cart was already pretty full by the time you had made it halfway through the store. Stacked high with snacks and cupboard food that would last you a long while.

Honestly, you probably should buy some plants, you were going to be here a while and it wouldn't hurt you to grow some of your own food, maybe even start a little garden.

"Something catch your eye sugar?"

You jumped with a squeak, dropping the can of coffee in your hand, watching as it was caught by a pale hand just before it hit the ground.

"Gotta be careful hun, gonna make a mess."

Looking up you were met with pale blue eyes, wide and bright like a puppy's with something darker shining within.

His brow was arched as you continued analysing him, leaning down closer to you til his lips met your ear, "I think you dropped this."

Before you could respond the cold can was pushed to your chest, your hands instinctively coming up to hold it.

He left you with a smile, yanking on his friend's jacket as he brushed past you.

What the hell

A week later, there was $56.23 in your mailbox.

The exact amount you spent at the grocery store.

#tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader #tlb #the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys fic #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys imagines #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #the lost boys 1987 #michael emerson #star x reader

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lazylemon · 2 years

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Ok but imagine you live with the lost boys and every time they leave or return to the cave, they’d boop noses with you.

And I’m thinking it all started with Marko and Paul, because they saw you and Star do that once (they may have gotten curious or envious so they wanted in on it) and then soon Dwayne started to do it, which means David started to do it because if his boys are doing it, he’s doing it.

And I imagine they have their own type of boop.

Marko more of nuzzle boops you so it’s like an Eskimo kiss (or a bat kiss as he calls it)

Paul is a bit aggressively enthusiastic so it’s like a nuzzles but he has his hand on the back of your head and his fangs would sometimes show

Star is VERY gentle so it’s like a boop that almost doesn’t touch at first but she always comes back with a second one straight after.

Dwayne’s is more like a nudge than a boop but the assignment is done and sometimes he lingers a bit.

David won’t admit it but he was a bit shy/awkward at first because he didn’t exactly understand it. But once he got a hold of it it’s very gentle and he lingers; getting a quick sniff of your scent before he leaves but when he returns he sometimes kisses your nose if he’s feeling up for it.

BONUS: with Micheal he shys at it so it’s a quick boop but he presses hard. The same energy as a dog would… if you’ve been booped by a dog…

It just becomes y’all’s thing and there isn’t a day when it’s missed ; even on bad days.

#the lost boys #paul x reader #marko x reader #david x reader #dwayne x reader #star x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader

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soupbabe · 2 years

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could I request some headcanons for the lost boys (star and michael as well if you'd like) having like a beach night? yknow going swimming, hanging out, etc.

with a gn reader?

(platonic and they all just go as a group :>)

A Night at The Beach With The Lost Boys + Michael and Star (Platonic! x Reader Headcanons)

Literally I love love love platonic! Lost Boys there's just something about it that hits different omg

- I already have a feeling that beach nights are a common event within the large group

- There's really not much to do for years on end when they limit themselves to one city, y'know?

- But omg imagine it being you and Michael's first time joining and they go all out

- They'd call it a "hey let's rob Max" worthy night to prepare for

- The boys would be the first ones to show up at the beach, making sure to scare off anyone lingering at the shore at 3am

- There's an absolute absurd amount of sweets available

- Mostly just supplies for s'mores, but Paul definitely grabbed a bag of marshmallows just for himself

- (If you ask nicely he'd share with you)

- In general the night's main event is the fact they have music blaring from a radio and a massive bonfire

- I can imagine Star and David being the least likely to swim

- While for Star it's just a matter of not getting her hair wet, David isn't the fondest of dealing with the others

- They both might ask you to hang out with them, either to make bracelets with Star or just observe everyone else with David

- Though if you do choose to go to the ocean, just know Paul and Marko are absolute menaces

- They will act like 5 year olds and splash anyone and anything around them

- Probably try to drown each other too

- Paul, being the more persuasive out of the two, would definitely try to get you to join in on their game of chicken !!

- If you say no, they'd grab you and Michael anyways for a quick game 💀

- Michael and Dwayne are definitely there for any damage control

- I can imagine Michael having some experience as a life gaurd and Dwayne is mostly there to look over Laddie

- But if you ask, they're not too opposed for swimming!

- All they ask is that you take them far, far away from Marko and Paul <33

#the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #tlb star x reader #star x reader #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys dwayne x reader #david the lost boys #david the lost boys x reader #tlb paul x reader #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader #platonic x reader

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Reactions to seeing you kiss someone

The reader is going to be kissing both boys and girls so they are going to be labelled as queer for now, if you don’t like the gender they kiss please feel free to imagine that they are the gender you prefer. Thank you for reading, please reblog and like if you enjoy! :)

Dwayne

It was on a rare night you were allowed out by yourself when Dwayne spotted you walking on the beach

He was about to come up to you before he saw a boy around your age approach you and talk energetically to you

He wanted to keep an eye on the situation just in case you didn’t feel fully comfortable and he had to get you out of the situation

He trailed you from the beach to the carnival where the boy stopped at a carnival game

He saw the boy attempt the game a few times before he won a teddy bear holding a heart and gave it to you

He also saw that you thanked him with a long hug and a kiss

He was taken aback, he didn’t think you were at an age where you interested in dating

He hoped you would never reach that age, he didn’t want you to lose your innocence yet

He was scared that you were gonna out grow him

But when he saw you smile and laugh with the boy, he realised that it was your life

He couldn’t change the fact you wanted to date, nor was it his place

You were 15 now you were bound to have some kind of attraction to others

He slowly left before he accidentally caught your eye, you expected him to be angry, but he just smiled and gave you a small nod before leaving

He would do some research on the boy to make sure he wasn’t a pervert or a bad influence

If he was he would calmly try and explain to you what he found out

If you didn’t except it, then he would kill the boy and make it look like an accident

Paul

Paul was out at his usual party spot when a bunch of high schoolers joined the crowd

He thought it was just more food for him

That was until he spotted you

You were with friends from your school

He was shocked

How did you even get out of the cave this late without being spotted?

He was about to ask you when he saw a girl from your friends take your hand and lead you to where everyone was dancing

He watched as you and the girl twirled around the fire pit as your face had a look that could only be described as pure joy

He watched as the girl brought her body closer to yours and leaned in before giving you a slow kiss

After the kiss you broke off from the crowd to get a drink, paul made himself known to you

You tried to give him excuses but he just high-fived you

You looked at him shocked

He high-fived you?

Before you could ask you followed his knowing look to the girl you had kissed

You turned bright red and looked at him embarrassed

He just pat your back with a “go get em champ”

He did remember to take any drinks away from you though

He’s a cool dad, but not that cool

He would definitely use it as a way to embarrass you by making secretive kissy faces at you throughout the month in the cave

He was shocked, but he’s cool with it as long as your happy

Marko

Marko had taken you out of the cave for a night together when David suddenly called him back to warn him about max being in a bad mood

He left you on the boardwalk for 10 minutes but when he got back you were gone

He began frantically searching for you

He was scared out of his mind thinking about all the ways you could be in danger

He ran past an alley way before backing up and seeing you in there

But you weren’t alone

You were up against a wall whilst pulling a boy down by his jacket collar to kiss him

Marko could only describe the scene as disgusting

He felt sick to his stomach

His baby was being defiled by a sick pervert

At least that’s how he saw it

What it actually was, was you having a consensual kiss with a boy who had been flirting with you for months

Marko ran straight to David, and twisted the story to the others

He told it like you had been forced against a wall and assaulted

Even though you tried to prove that wasn’t what happened, all the boys did was hold you and say you were traumatised

You were after they killed the boy and drank his blood in front of you

This was another thing that put a strain on your relationship with marko

He just couldn’t handle his baby growing up

David

You were having a rare moment of bonding with David when he took you for a bike ride

He was enjoying spending with you without arguing so much that he went to grab you some donuts that he knew you loved

He had left you sitting on a bench, and when he returned there was a boy sat across from you, sitting in his spot

The boy was chatting animatedly to you while you seemed to find everything he said hilarious by your cackles that David rarely heard these days

When you spotted david, you tried to hurriedly shoo the boy away but out of habit you gave him a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye

Before the boy could leave, he felt David place a hand on his shoulder and give him a cutting glare

David released him and sat across from you and sharply questioned you

That’s when he found out that the boy was a friend from school who you had been flirting with for a few weeks

He wasn’t happy

He understood that you were lonely and wanted a romantic partner, and that it was normal for people your age

But he wanted you to only seek comfort in him and the others

He didn’t want you to rely on anyone else but them

He didn’t want you to figure out that the way the boys treat you is wrong

He didn’t want someone to steal you away from them

You were theirs, their baby

He kills the boy off after that night

He makes it look like an accident to make sure there was no argument from you

You came to him for comfort and he gave you one of his rare hugs

And he couldn’t help but think about how you were always meant to be like this

Dependent on him

Star

Star had taken you to a concert for your 15th birthday

She decided it would be a good way for you to interact more with people your age while still being able to hang out with you

She was the one who spotted a girl staring at you all night

She pointed it out to you and you became bright red

You giggled in the corner with her about the attention you were getting from this girl

Star encouraged you to talk to the girl and hyped you up

When you did disappear into the crowd to talk to her, star felt in her heart pure happiness from being able to support you through big moments in your life

She felt a little sad that you were growing up but she knew there was nothing she could do about her baby growing into a beautiful young person

She couldn’t help but laugh when you returned with a red lipstick kiss mark on your cheek and teased you about it for hours

She helped you clean it off and promised to keep your secret for the rest

She hadn’t seen you smile like that in a while

Max

You and max were having a grandpa and grandchild night out

He decided that he would take you out to a local restaurant

You were both sat down and began chatting when you recognised the waiter as the boy you had been talking to for awhile now

You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek out of habit before you remembered who you were sat with

Max questioned you gently before insisting the boy join you both on his break

Max began to grill him about his intentions before finding out that he as nothing but a good person

The kind of person who wouldn’t take advantage of his sweet grandchild

When the boy left, max gave you a quick nod and said “he’s acceptable” before returning to his meal

He was actually relieved, he was worried that you being around the depravity of your parents who hadn’t heard about private affection, that you might turn out to have a bad taste in partners

He left a big tip for the boy and got ready to leave

Before you both left, the boy came to say goodbye to you both

Max gave him a hug and said “get them pregnant and I’ll kill you” (alternative for people who can’t get pregnant “hurt them and I’ll kill you)

You rushed out of the restaurant with your grandpa as he began to explain the importance of waiting until your ready and how condoms are a must

You were bright red when you returned to the cave

At least grandpa max kept your secret and had your best interests at heart

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phebth · 2 years

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hewwo :3

if you still take requests and are writing for the lost boys, how would they react to having an (AFAB or gender nuetral) s/o who is like.. 20x smarter than david, 40x more reckless than are and she or they are ABSOLUTE BADASS. They have a kickass attitude and fashion like Cruella de vil(not the disney one! If you know which im talking about, the one with emma stone it UGH she is amazing♡♡)

Maybe she also has a motorcycle? its lot faster than theirs and micheal combined.

(this can be headcanons if you want it to be! and sorry if you dont write for female readers, I apologize)

a/n: LET ME TELL U I SCREAMED READING THIS AND MY FRIENDS ON VC WE’RE LIKE: “🤨 this dude crazy” also yes i will be doing hc bc i SUCK also material girl energy💅✨ i added star as well bc my girl deserves some love <3 also sry for the end it’s kinda rushed since i stayed up until 4 am writing this 😭

The Lost Boys with a badass s/o

ok so the first time they notice you was when you had parked your motorcycle in ‘their’ spot and they were like “who tf does this person think they are?!?” but when they got a closer look at your motorcycle they noticed that it was a newer model that costed a pretty penny $ that and the fact that it was A LOT better than theirs, they were pissed to say the least… 👁👁

so when Paul FINALLY sniffed you out from the crowded boardwalk they were intrigued….I mean it’s not every day people that wear… a leather jacket in hot weather? That and the fact that you were practically running and screaming around the boardwalk dragging your friend.

so they just continued to watch over you guys until you and your friend parted ways. “So your the one who’s taken our spot” david responded aggressively as you climbed on your motorcycle. “i didn’t see your name on it jackass” and with that you started up your bike and WOOSH. AND THE FUNNIEST PART IS THAT THEY TRIED TO CATCH UP BUT THEY COULDN’T BECAUSE YOUR BIKE WAS TOO FAST “SEE YA SUCKAS’” if they weren’t pissed before they DEFINITELY were now

and now every time you go back there (listen that video store has some really good movies that not a lot of other shops have!) you always see them and talk to them, well mostly them hitting on you because they thought you were cute but they swear that’s not the reason why they keep hoping to see you down at the video store. And let me tell you, Max is FED UP with having to deal with them going in the store EVERY DAY and asking whether or not you visited.

but eventually they start growing on you and when you accepted their request to join them at the cave Marco had the biggest grin on the whole night! David was kinda pouty because every. single. time. you somehow knew the answers to EVERYTHING he would say! Ngl the guys were snickering the whole time bc you kept outsmarting him so eventually he shut up. Micheal would sit next to you and steal some glances at you and when you turned your head he would act as if he wasn’t looking! <3 Star would always ask about your outfits, always asking questions about where you got it and how you managed to style the clothes. Dwayne wouldn’t say much but he would keep staring at you but wouldn’t look away he’d just… 👁👁

so when you guys all start dating i have a feeling that Star would be the most clingy, like she would hold your arm, try to make you laugh or smile by making jokes, dead stare anyone who tries to hit on you OH AND whenever you go out and do some stupid shit she’ll give you that ‘mom stare’ with her arms crossed (please stop hurting yourself when you go out she always worries about you!)

Marco is your personal delivery guy, if you need anything just ask him and he’ll run to the store to get it for you, but in return he asks for a kiss or a hug ;)

Paul likes to ask you a bunch of question a on your music taste and force you to listen to his music also likes race you with your bike (even though he always loses)

for the 2 blondes they’ll always be by your side trying to encourage you to do smth stupid (ofc if you’re not comfortable they’ll stop immediately) most of the time it woks and you guys end up having to run away from the cops but it’s all in good fun! Plus what’s life without a little excitement?! Besides they’re vampires what’s the worst that can happen?

now… for Dwayne at the beginning he doesn’t really know how to show he loves you. Like yeah he’s been with the gang for a long time but they know him so it’s different. He would try to give you lots of gifts, especially shiny things like jewelry, rocks, books, clothes basically anything he’d think you’ll like.

Micheal likes to spend quality time with you so that means he loves to take you out on dates: walking around the boardwalk, watching the fireworks, going to concerts, takeout on the beach (beach date!) yeah stuff like that :)

David likes to try to outsmart you even thought the end result is always the same: he asks you a question then you reply coyly and he tries to counter you with an other question that you know the answer to. >:| it really gets him riled up so just go cuddle with him and he’ll let it go just because it’s you…

but all together y’all make a huge cuddle pile with a bunch of blankets and hang out in the cave while marco and paul bounce off the walls.

#tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #horror #slasher movies #slasher brainrot #horror movies #the lost boys star #star x reader

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anna1306 · 2 years

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Me: I'm gonna write 12 stories and finish with these mini-imagines on the 13th, right when my birthday comes

My brain: no... You gonna be depressed, drowned in work, eating stress away and alone on your birthday, plus here you go, another obsession with new horror story c:

So yeah, my plan on posting every day for 13 days straight didn't work out, but I will post everything I planned. But this is first. Even if I am 5 days late, I wanted these on my birthday.

Thanks to wonderful @youneedsomeprompts and @seaside-writings for their prompts on the birthday theme

Birthdays

David

It wasn't how you planned to spend the day and night at all. Your legs hurt, your breath wasn't steady at all, your chest hurt from the lack of oxygen, and all you wanted - just stop and sit for a while. But you couldn't do that immediately. Firstly, you had to find the cover and hide there.

So when you saw big stones, almost forming some kind of a cave, you jumped right in there. You tried to hold your breath and calm yourself down a bit. This whole situation still seemed absurd. But sadly it was a reality.

The hunters decided it was a good time to visit Santa-Carla. They wanted to kill your boyfriend and his friends. But you, being still a human, wasn't their target, they had no reasons to hunt you. Still they saw a regularity in people displeasing you and disappearing short right after that. So after some talk near the edge of the Boardwalk that turned really sour really fast... And after couple of shots from the shotgun in your direction, you just ran for it.

You didn't know where they were or how much of them were there. All you knew - you wanted out of this goddamn forest. You legs hurt, you lungs hurt, you hands were in little cuts from trees and branches you shoved away. And chill of the night was slowly getting to you. You wanted to go home and take a warm bath. From your place you couldn't see any of them, so you tried to carefully look out. Maybe you would notice at least any silhouette... Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and put a hand on your mouth. You squealed in that hand and tried to fight back.

"Hush, you!" You heard familiar hiss and turned your head a bit. David held you firmly, but didn't cause any damage. You breathed out and only then he let you go, knowing you wouldn't fight him again. "What's going on here?" He demanded

"There are some hunters. I don't know how much weapon they have, but they asked me a while ago bunch of questions about you and others, then they started got angry, I didn't know what to do, so I just..."

"Shhh, kitten, it's alright. Are you hurt?" You shook your head, grabbing his hand.

"They missed. I think. I don't feel any pain." David looked at your shoulder a bit concerned, but for the most part kept his neutral face. You tried to look down, but he put a hand on your cheek, making you look only at him.

"Just a scratch, don't worry. Me and the boys are gonna deal with them. Then I'll come for you. Don't come out before I am here, you understand?"

"Yeah... Good idea, be careful." You sighed and leaned on a stone. Sudden realisation made you scoff. "I really didn't think that fighting for my life would be acceptable way to celebrate my birthday." David listened to you and laughed quietly. He slowly leaned in and kissed your temple.

"I'll make them pay. And then we can do whatever you want. Silly movie, drunk party with everyone romantic date one-on-one. Whatever you say, my kitten. It is your day. It is your night. I won't let these fuckers take that away..."

Dwayne

You loved your boyfriend. He was cute, he was hot, he was beautiful, he was smart. He loved you, he listened to you, he was very attentive and didn't disregard you or thought you were beneath him. Dwayne was gentleman when he needed to be and a beast when he wanted to be one. He was perfect.

Yet, he was predictable in one thing. Gifts on your birthday. Every year he got you a book. Of course it was expected of a person who was reading at every single free minute given, but still. For the first few times it was cute and interesting. He had a great taste in stories, so you read all of the books with interest, but after a while it became boring.

After you got turned by Max it took you nearly a year to get on good terms with all of them. It took four more years to become friends with Dwayne. One more year to kiss him for the first time. And five more years to get onto the final base of your relationship. Almost 12 years after and he never failed to gift you a book. Sometimes he brought you a little trinket, but only some of the years. Books - were a must.

He gave everyone different things. Paul - new clothes or something music affiliated. Marko - artistic stuff. David - some dark and gothic stuff. You? You didn't get the chance to even change the theme or have any kind of variety.

"Where is it? Let's get done with it right now." You sighed, standing at the entrance of his nest. Dwayne raised his brow at this, as if asking you question silently. "The book. You are gonna give me another one of those, so I want to just get it over with."

"... You haven't got it?" He asked quietly. It was your turn to look at him confused. Dwayne smiled a bit and took some book from under his bed. "Let's go."

He took you by your hand and lead you to your room. You didn't understand what he wanted from you, but still went after him. Was there more? What didn't you notice before? Or he was meaning something else? You really couldn't put two and two together.

He took you to your room. And that was surprising, as you literally had no idea of what was going on or what he wanted to show you. Dwayne stopped you in front of your bookshelf and let go of your hand. Brunette placed another little trinket in your hand and stepped to the bookshelf, putting the book on the right from all the other ones.

"Stop being all mysterious, please..."

"Shhhh..." Dwayne stood behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "Look at the spines of the books."

You sighed, knowing he won't tell anything else. So you tried to focus and see what he asked of you. You carefully looked at the books he gifted you, again and again going from one of them to another. Before you noticed that the first letters of the titles were marked. Some red, some white, but all of them slowly combined together in...

"My eternity?" You looked at him, turning your head a bit. He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I thought you would notice the order. But apparently I was too... Subtle. Sorry." He mumbled into your neck, making you smile. You looked back at the bookshelf and giggled. You knew that Dwayne wasn't that simple. You just didn't have to doubt him.

"Sorry for... Earlier..." You started, but Dwayne kissed you in the lips, turning you in his arms, so you would face him. You hugged him, kissing back and closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Don't be. You couldn't know, so you got angry, I would get too if someone were to gift me the same thing over and over again. If you said earlier, I wouldn't wonder if I ruined your birthdays in the last couple of years. Say, you still have all these things and little glasses I gave you?.. They are... A part of a bigger picture too. Let's see what we can get together, my princex."

Paul

"Why the fuck this is so hard!!!!"

Another spatula was thrown into the wall. Paul slowly, but progressively became more and more angry. He hated all of it. Stupid kitchen, stupid recipe, stupid cherry, stupid everything that didn't listen to him.

He loved you to the moon and back. You were beautiful, hot, strong, perfect in his eyes. And for the first time in years he didn't want to rush anything. Paul waited for the kiss, for your first time, for the first bite... You knew, but still was hesitant to turn, so he waited. Very nervously, as David nagged him about it, and he was worried that you would change your mind. But he didn't rush it.

Today was supposed to be worry-free. It was supposed to be the light night, filled with laughter, smiles and jokes and love. It was your birthday. And even if he wanted to have you all to himself and nothing more, he could have it on his birthday. For today Paul wanted to do something for the other person, and that was rare. He knew you liked pastry and sweets, so he set up to cook you something.

"You sure you don't need help? I know we are immortal and in the cave, but we don't need you burning the whole thing into the ground." Dwayne hesitantly gave him one of the recipe books he found. Paul showed his tongue to him.

"Have some faith in me, dude! I know what I'm doing."

He had no idea.

Paul tried one, two, four, six times. This was seventh and... Hopefully, the luckiest one. This time he even managed to put the pie in the old oven they had. But this stupid cream... Why was it so hard to make it thick? Or at least the same texture, without any bumps?! He mixed it several times already and to no avail. He wanted to do something good for you so hard, but this cooking thing just refused to work with him.

"What is hard?" He whipped on his heels to see you standing in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Baby, Happy Birthday! I wish you everything good and well and perfect and..."

"Easy there." You laughed, stopping his mumbling, as you knew it could go on for hours. "Thank you. Can I get a birthday kiss?" You made a pouting face and stretched the hands to him. Paul jumped to the occasion and pulled you to himself. He kissed you deeply and passionately, forgetting all about his frustrations. It was magic of how you affected him. You pulled away a bit, when you were out of breath and smiled. "So... What are you of all people doing in the kitchen? And what is hard?"

"I... Babe, don't interrogate me!" He whined, watching as you lifted the spatula from the floor. You looked at him with little smile and knowing look. He would tell you everything, you knew that much. He sighed in defeat. "I wanted to make a birthday pie for you. And I..."

"I hope this all was berries." You pointed at his hands, covered in something red and the table with red splashes all over it. Before Paul could answer with another sarcastic remark, you added. "I don't want your blood, so don't make a pie out of it, it is... Gross."

"You are no fun." Paul snickered and leaned onto the table with his hips. He sighed, looking at you. "I wanted so hard to make something good for you. But this stupid cream!!! I tried three times already and I can't understand why I can't mix it properly. I do everything the book says and still nothing!"

"Let's do it together." You offered, coming to him and putting spatula away. He put his hands on your waist, as you leaned into him for a hug. "I love cooking and it would be perfect way of spending time together."

"I love you so much, you know? I was stuck and frustrated with all of this, and by the way, I am astonished that you cook all this good food you give me by yourself. And you just came in and lit up my mood and I was supposed to do this as this is your day. But you are just... You are my sunshine and moonshine and every single shine out there, you are... My everything. I am so in love with you, I am ready to believe you are a witch!"

"I am mere human. And the pie is burning, according to the smoke." You pointed to the oven. He cursed, darting to it and switching it off. Paul turned to you with nearly saved pie to see you spitting the cherrystone from one of little berries that were left on the table. He froze under your look. "What?"

"I forgot about the cherrystones in pie..."

Marko

It was a habit now. You trying to outdone your boyfriend in gifts and him competing with you. It had been five years since you figured out that you had one birthday and now... Now it was almost full-on war.

Who would gift the biggest plush bear. Who would buy the most pricy dinner. Who would gift more flowers. Who would be more creative with some artistic stuff. It was a war.

"Are you sure?" Dwayne was really sceptical, but helped you load motorbike details into your car nonetheless. "They are expensive, you know?"

"Oh shut it, he looked very suspicious near the jewelry, I don't want to mess it up." You put a set of paints in the front seat. "He wanted a competition, I would give him one."

"Can't wait to see what you would gift him after your turning." Dwayne scoffed, walking to his bike. For the boys it was always fun. Bets on who would go out with their gifts more, bets on who would buy the most pricy one. Bets on who would cry. Every time it was Paul from how cute you both were.

At first it was funny and cute - how he tried to outdone you, pamper you when nearly all of their money wasn't theirs to begin with. But with time it really grew into competition. On year three you already were past three gifts for one birthday.

Now it was harder. He never repeated himself, and neither did you. You wanted Marko to have the best of the best. You heard from David short story of how they had found him, you saw that even if they weren't technically poor, they still couldn't get a lot. So of course you wanted to pamper him.

You exited the car after parking near boys' bikes. As soon as Dwayne walked down the stairs, Marko appeared on them, walking to you with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, sugar." He almost sang, kissing you on cheek, holding his hands behind him. "Dwayne said you had a gift for me. It's early this year."

"Wanted it to be a surprise." You took him by the hand and lead him to the trunk of your car. His face, when you opened it, was enough to understand he didn't expect this. "I know that you have wanted these details for your bike for a while now, so I ordered them. It wasn't easy, I must say, but..."

"Baby, they are expensive as hell!" He looked at you in awe.

"Eh, they are not worth more than money." You scoffed. "I can earn more later. Plus I have some oil paints and art stuff, albums, scetchbooks e.c. And also we can go to your favourite comic book store, I heard they had a collectible cover of your favourite line and..." You were interrupted, when Marko pulled you into the hug, literally squeezing you in his arms. You were surprised by this emotional outburst. He always tried to look cool for you, so for him to be so sensitive was an overwhelming reaction.

"I can never find you something as good as this."

"Marko, it's not about competition. Well.... Maybe a little bit. But only a little! I want you to have good things, to make your dreams come true, to give you what you deserve and just pamper you!" You hugged him back and tried to get him to understand your point. He smiled and kissed you shortly.

"I love you, sugar. And you are worth everything. It is... A bit hard for me to accept that you gift me cooler stuff than I do to you, but... I will get used to this, I have the whole eternity with you after all! I am so happy we have one day together just for the both of us. Let's never change this competition, okay!"

Star

"You really shouldn't..."

"My love, it's fine. I am glad to help you." Star smiled at you with her bright smile. She was floating near your ceiling, as you sat at the table, watching her hanging the curtains.

"You are doing this all evening." You mumbled, turning away. She did everything since she came to your house earlier. Didn't want to wash the dishes? She had done it, while talking about boys. Had to climb to hang the new curtains - she flew up before you could take a chair.

Of course it wasn't that bad. She wanted to help, there was no harm in it. But still, it was like you couldn't do anything without her. Like you were helpless. That annoyed you. Even if it was your birthday, you wanted to do anything.

"My love?" She lowered herself on the floor and stood still for a moment. She was still getting used to new powers of hers, so it took her some time. "You look... Very thoughtful."

"Don't worry. Are you done?" You smiled at her a bit. She sighed and came to you, sitting on your lap. Star hugged you and put a head on your shoulder.

"Love, I know when you are down, you know? It's your day, why are you so lost in your thoughts. Is something bothering you?" She sounded a bit worried, and you felt a tingle of guilt. You were a bit sad, but you didn't wanted her to be worried. You sighed and hugged her back.

"No, not at all. It's just... You don't let me do anything." You mumbled. "Like at all. I tried to do dishes, you intervene. I said about curtains, you flew up. I'm afraid to tell you that I have to cook. I can do things by myself, you know?" You scoffed. Star pulled a bit away to look in your eyes.

"I just tried to free you of your chores. I know you hate doing dishes or climbing somewhere, so... Plus I don't exactly have any gift for you, and I just wanted to do something good for you." She kissed you on your cheek. "I didn't mean it to look like I think you are not capable of doing anything yourself.

"I want to spend evening and night with you. Making some food with you or ordering something. And just relax by watching movie. You don't need to do anything for me. You are my only gift I ever need." You smiled at her kindly and she returned the smile, kissing you softly on the lips.

"Than I'll help you make your favourite food and we can watch some of your favourite horrors and cuddle. I'll do all of your least likeable things in kitchen and you... The rest. Sorry, I won't change you for any chores and would listen to you more closely. I promise."

Michael

Nervous was an understatement. He was almost panicking.

You were his lover. His sunshine. His precious partner that he wouldn't change for anything in the world. You accepted him with every flaw he had, explained when he didn't understand something, supported him and, most importantly, loved him.

And he gave everything back. He was ready to hug you, to listen to you anytime you needed. He was ready to try and give you any advice he could. Michael was ready to help you any time. Even if you both had met before his turning, you both would connect, he was sure of it.

He wanted to give you anything you wanted. He was ready to pamper you to the best of his abilities. Go on a date on some alone cliff? Let's go. Want to try new diner? He was already driving you there. Someone pestering you? Well, expect a new 'missing poster'.

But on your birthday he wanted to do a little special something. He wanted to give you something that would remind you of him. Something that would tell you how much he loved you without words, as he sometimes said the stupidest things in the world.

Michael read the book that he took from the store four times and still it was hard as hell. His hands were sore (thankfully, they healed pretty fast), his eyes hurt and every time something went wrong, he wanted to crush everything.

But he did it. Michael beat his insecurities down and came on top. He did what he wanted. He spent the whole night carefully wrapping it and ignoring others' snickering.

"You sure you don't want to go to some normal shop for some bracelet?" Paul offered from the couch, looking at Michael's back.

"I am sure, Paul, get lost." Michael didn't even turn. He still couldn't get silent for all of their teasing, but he tried to be nonchalant about it. It was a success now. Almost.

"It looks like an ugly chipmunk." Marko commented, standing near him. Michael didn't answer at once. He finished wrapping the gift and put it away. And only than looked at the blonde.

"I think it's good to finally see yourself after so many years without mirror than." Yes, there was a fight. Yes, David had to get them apart from each other. But Michael didn't care.

Alright, maybe a little bit. He was panicking you wouldn't like it. Knowing you, you wouldn't even say it. You would just accept the gift and think that he did bad, but not tell him. It was important to him that you would like it, but he couldn't be sure of it. And it ate him alive.

"I hope you like it." It was almost a whisper. You took his gift and unwrap it. There were little wooden figures of wolf and bat. It was little bit crooked, it was not so obvious, but it looked...

"It's so cool! Did you do that?!" You looked at him in awe. Michael nodded hesitantly. "It's fantastic! I didn't know you could do such cool stuff!"

"You really think this is cool?" He asked with light smile, unsure of whether or not you were honest with him.

"Of course! My favourite animal and... Kinda your form. It's so pretty!" You took one of the figures, looking it over. Michael watched you with a relieved sigh. He was so worried you wouldn't like it, that he completely forgot about the fact that maybe you would like it. You didn't lie, now he could feel it. "It's the best gift you could give me!"

"I am glad you like it. To be honest I was afraid you... Won't like it. It's not great from the store, but... If you want to - I would do everything for you by hand from now on. Even if it takes several nights in a row. For you - everything."

Poly

Chaos. It was pure, utter chaos every second. And you liked it.

The idea was Paul's and everyone else decided it was good. Good idea from Paul was rare occasion, he was proud for three nights in a row. He offered to go on a road trip. And while it could be difficult in days, they came up with a route that would include staying in some dark houses along it.

Everyone was responsible for their thing. Star - making sure they had food and all necessities, Michael - for the working order of the bikes. Paul - entertainment and music, Marko - clothes if they needed anything. Dwayne - map and the road. David... He commanded and organized everything and everyone around himself.

You set out three nights before your birthday, starting at evening. Every two hours or so you made a stop. For you - to stretch after so much time after bike riding. For them - to check everything and make sure everything was fine. And to have fun.

Every stop was chaotic. Paul found a way to get under someone's skin, David smoked, Dwayne tried to save Paul's ass from beating... It was like any normal night in the cave, but out there.

Your first day was spent in some abandoned house. Of course there wasn't any bed big enough to fit all seven of you, so Dwayne and Paul took some beams on top of the house. You, Star and Michael were on the bed, David and Marko - near you, on some old dusty couch. It wasn't great, but at least it wasn't daylight.

You drove half of the next night before you got to the gas station. The boys caused ruckus, of course, with Marko and Paul gathering every alcohol they could see and with Dwayne and David making it look like it was normal situation. You made them promise they wouldn't eat poor teenager behind the counter, so they obliged. But left you with Michael, who filled up their bikes.

Your schedule was off now, as you spent the next half of the night, eating all of the snacks and trying to snatch your favourite and last package of gummies from Dwayne. This prick used his height and abilities to escape from you, and Marko used his to help you catch him, as you promised to share with him.

You nearly missed the sunrise, stumbling into some warehouse. You and Star set out to find some mattress and when you went back with what you had found, Marko was already sleeping, leaning on David. Dwayne, Paul and Michael already were on some rafters, but David waited for you to go to sleep before them.

At the third night you drove almost non-stop. Apparently the delay from the previous night made all the boys more concentrated on getting to the destination point. You didn't know what that was - they didn't tell you. But you trusted them. Even if they raced each other and did sick and dangerous tricks.

You arrived on the spot already exhausted. So you just went in some kind of the cave, almost falling asleep on Paul. They still managed to find you something soft to sleep on, before cuddling with you. Paul stayed by your side only after he promised not to do anything sexual, because let them be, Paul, they are tired, you pervert.

You were woken by David. You sleepily looked at him and at the boys behind him. Star looked more or less energetic, Marko and Paul yawned non-stop, while Michael and Dwayne were... Okay.

"What's... Guys, it's still day!" You sat straight, noticing light from the entrance of the cave. David smiled lightly and pulled you by your hand, so you would stand up.

"We are inside, don't worry. It's evening." He lead you to the entrance by your hand. "Just look outside, kitten." He let go of you only when he couldn't go after you. You looked at them all suspiciously, but still listened. When you stepped out of the cave, you gasped. Before you was ocean, almost under your feet. Cliff before you was going down very abruptly, letting you take in the whole view down there. The sun was slowly going down the horizon, painting the sky in red and almost pinkish undertones. You could even see the Santa-Carla from here, small town on the beach. If not for the lighthouse, you would miss it.

"This is..." You turned to the cave, looking at everyone.

"Happy birthday!" Marko and Paul screamed in unison, joined by Star. Michael sent you a shy smile, while David only smirked at you.

"Happy birthday, kitten." He said not so loud. They made all this road trip for you to see this beauty. You could feel the tears from the whole spectrum of emotions. They did all of this for you, for your celebration. You rushed to them for cuddles.

Later in the night they made a big bonfire. They passed each other bottles with their "wine", Michael and Dwayne made you dinner on the fire. You managed to dance near it with Paul and not burn yourself. Marko even flew with you a little bit.

When you got exhausted, you sat down with food, Star behind you, hugging and relaxing with you. The others gave you gifts. How they managed to hide it all from you on the road here, you didn't know.

Star gave you some cute bracelets with different figures of animals, or just interesting ornament. Michael, a bit awkwardly, gave you videogames. He was still figuring out your tastes and was afraid he would mess up. Marko just sort of dropped on you scetchbook and notebook and some of pencils and different patches. Dwayne gifted you scented candles he knew you would like, brushing pencils from your shoulders and knees, not caring for Marko's protests. Paul proudly gave you some tapes with "Mixtapes for Baby" scribbled down on them with lots of hearts. Last one was David.

He gave you a little package. You carefully unwrapped it, finding some small, but very delicate vial in it. You couldn't understand at first what it was, but then it hit you, when you tilted it and looked at it in the light of the fire.

"Is it..."

"Yes, it is out blood. All of us." He nodded, sitting next to you. "There is no rush. But we wanted to be sure that you have that. If something, Hell forbid, is to happen to you in a day, we want you to be okay."

"Guys..." You looked at the boys around you, Marko bickering with Dwayne, Paul snuggling to Michael, while the fire lit up everyone's faces. You were the happiest at this moment. Star kissed you on the neck and smiled. "I love you so much."

"We love you too, darling. Happy birthday."

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