#the lost boys one shot

[thefuseoftemptation]

LUGOSI ||

THE LOST BOYS DAVID X READER

(GENDER AND RACE NOT SPECIFIED OR MENTIONED)

A/N: ngl I like how it turned out

WARNING(S): cussing, misunderstandings/miscommunication.

David was in the alley, lighting a smoke as he watched the people walk by without noticing his presence that was tucked away in the dark. He’d expecting to see you come by any second now, if you even were there that is.

The platinum hadn’t seen you in a week. Ever since you found out what they were, you kept to yourself. And he wasn’t about to go looking for you, despite his current whereabouts, when you had made it clear about wanting time.

That, it might’ve also been because in the time you guys had been apart, David thought you would’ve come to him.

You guys had become quite close ever since you met. It had never been like that until recently.

Sure, you were friends before but it felt a little more than that at this point. It began with the touches, and heavy comments—his silver tongue never ceasing to make you squirm especially underneath that stare.

And then there were nights where it wasn’t so clear. Where it went back to the usual, teasing and giving banter that was sent the other way.

Dwayne had told you that David had a thing for you which earned a snort in return.

Though you figured the boy wasn’t lying, seeing as the more time you spent with them, the more you got to see and know the blonde.

When it came to David liking somebody or overall just his feelings, he never could express them like one should. He’d often instead, found himself seeking their attention—using it to push that person to the limit until they had to notice him. Had to look at him. Had to confront him. Sure enough—that’s exactly what he got.

Now, here you guys were—not even on speaking terms.

It wasn’t how it was supposed to be but either way it happened.

Honestly, the leader was just hurt. Hurt that you couldn’t accept him for who he was, what he was, especially after the length of time you had known them. 

Stubbing out the smoke, he treaded out of the alley, heading to his bike as he figured he wasn’t going to be seeing you. Though his thoughts were soon put to a stop when he heard a distinct voice.

“Hey, Bela Lugosi!”

The name had him stop, his brows creasing as he turned to who it belonged to.

You.

“Excuse me?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side

“What, never heard of him? You know, the guy who was Dracula? The 1931 film?—Really, nothin?” You queried

He only gave you an empty look, not at all amused apparently.

“I know who you’re referring to, Y/N.”

“Well, you didn’t fuckin answer so I just thought—you know what, forget I said it.”

“So, just like that?” He questioned, his tone piercing with each word

“What?”

“You think you can come back and go on as if nothing happened? Not like you spent the last week avoiding us, avoiding me.” He spoke sternly

“Oh cut it, would you.” You grit.

He didn’t seem too pleased with your response. Stepping close to where you could smell the smoke that lingered, and a hint of something else that was just—well David. 

“Would you like to say that again, darling?” He pressed, his eyes burning into you

You only stared back with much more intensity. Not in the state to be bothered like you usually were.

“You think I was avoiding you?” You scoffed at the assumption, diverting your eyes for a second before looking back to the boy, pointing your finger and making sure to jab it against his chest. 

“I wasn’t avoiding you, David. I was—I was upset. I needed time to think, but it wasn’t because of what I saw. It was because you lied to me!”

“All those months of knowing the other and you had yet to tell me the truth! I thought you knew me well enough to know I’m not like that. I wouldn’t do that to you. Or the boys.” Your voice wavered as you went on, tears threatening to show. 

“I don’t care for what you are. I just care ‘bout you. That’s all.” You wiped your eyes, refusing to let him see your vulnerability.

David stood there looking at you, the silence becoming too deafening. Bringing his gloved clad hand to hold the side of your face, rubbing his thumb ‘cross the skin of your cheek. Your eyes closed at the gesture, as you released a sigh.

He leaned in, touching his forehead to yours. Savoring that you were there, in his arms.

“Never again. Alright?” He hushly voiced

You knew what he meant. What he was referring to. It was his way of saying sorry without uttering the words, knowing he couldn’t really bring himself to do so, though you appreciated it nonetheless. It was David. Sure, some night further on he’ll do it but for now, you just let it be.

You both pulled back, still in the other’s arms. David extended his arm, telling you to take it—and you did. Leaning onto him as he led you to his bike. 

“Where to, Lugosi?” 

David only rolled his eyes. Though he couldn’t really stop the grin from crossing his features, not really bringing himself to tell you something. 

It’ll drop….eventually.

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A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys david x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko #the lost boys one shot #the lost boys one shots #the lost boys fic #the lost boys fanfiction #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys imagines

[zapreportsblog]

Hi deary!!

So I'm in the mood for some angst!

Could you write about poly! Lost boys x reader who after an argument with them (why idk) is very quiet, because they told reader that their voice is annoying and complaining how annoying their voice is.

What would they do?

I was thinking a lil sexy time? (about how much they love their voice lol) if you don't do angst then just skip this part hahah

↱ fractured bonds ↰

➘ summary : the lost find themselves at odds with their mate (y/n), seems one wrong choice of words ruined that bond… or did it?

➘ the lost boys x reader , marko x paul x reader x david x dwayne

➘ a/n : had to rewrite this because I mixed up the fandoms so I do apologize for that

The winds of Santa Carla swept through the bustling boardwalk, carrying laughter and the scent of the sea. Among the vibrant crowd, (y/n) moved with a bright energy, her infectious laughter catching the attention of everyone around her. She was a burst of sunshine among the dark undercurrents of the town.

But her laughter and vivacity were not limited to her human life. The Lost Boys – Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and David – had been captivated by (y/n)'s spirit, drawn to her like moths to a flame. They were a group of vampires who roamed the night, seeking thrills and defying death.

One evening, as the moon hung heavy in the sky, (y/n) found herself at odds with her mates, their tension palpable. The topic that had ignited their disagreement was a trivial one – (y/n)'s impending transformation into a vampire. She wasn't ready for it, and the Lost Boys were growing impatient with her hesitation.

In the dimly lit lair they called home, the argument escalated into a heated exchange. Voices clashed, emotions ran high, and (y/n)'s bubbly demeanor was overshadowed by frustration.

"(Y/n), you've been a human for so long. It's time to embrace your true nature," David argued, his eyes dark and stormy.

"No, David," (y/n) retorted, her voice quivering with a mix of determination and fear. "I want to hold onto my humanity a little longer. I'm not ready to change."

Dwayne and Paul exchanged glances, tension radiating between them. Marko leaned against a wall, his arms crossed, as if waiting for the confrontation to escalate.

"Enough!" David's voice boomed, his patience at an end. "You're being stubborn, (y/n). We're not asking for much."

(Y/n)'s eyes blazed with defiance, her frustration reaching its peak. "I won't be forced into this, David. My decision is mine alone."

As the words hung in the air, a charged silence settled over the room. The atmosphere was thick with anger, each heartbeat a drumming reminder of the tension that had erupted.

In the stillness that followed, David's lips twisted into a snarl. "Shut up, (y/n)! Your voice is annoying."

A stunned hush fell upon the group, (y/n)'s eyes wide with shock. It was as if time had frozen, a chasm of hurt and resentment separating them.

And as the chapter came to an end, the words lingered in the air like an echo, a painful reminder of the fractured bond between (y/n) and David. The shadows of their disagreement stretched out, leaving their fate hanging on a precipice of uncertainty.

The days that followed the explosive argument were marked by an eerie silence that hung over the lair like a heavy fog. (Y/n) had become a mere whisper of her former self, her vibrant spirit dampened by the pain of the confrontation. Her laughter had vanished, replaced by a haunting quietness that the Lost Boys found deeply unsettling.

Dwayne, the quietest and perhaps the most empathetic of the group, was the first to truly sense the rift that had formed between them. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he gathered Paul, Marko, and David together in the dimly lit chamber they called home.

"We need to talk," Dwayne began, his voice heavy with concern. "Something isn't right. Our bond with (y/n) is weakening."

The others exchanged worried glances, their expressions mirroring the concern that had etched itself onto Dwayne's face.

"What do you mean?" David asked, his voice laced with unease.

"It's like every day she draws further away from us, it's hurting me more," Dwayne confessed, his voice tinged with sadness. "I can feel it – the connection that once bound us is fraying."

Paul's brow furrowed, his thoughts racing. "But why? What did we do wrong?"

Dwayne's gaze shifted towards the window, his eyes distant. "I don't know, but we need to find out before it's too late."

And so, guided by their shared concern, the Lost Boys sought out Max, the charismatic owner of a local video store who seemed to hold secrets beyond what met the eye.

Sitting in Max's dimly lit office, the group spilled out their worries, their fears, and the sense of impending loss that had gripped them.

Max leaned back in his chair, studying them with a knowing expression. "The bond of a mate is both strong and fragile, my friends. It's delicate, like a glass sculpture. One wrong move, one misstep, and it can shatter completely."

"But what does that have to do with (y/n)?" Marko asked, his voice laced with desperation.

Max's gaze softened. "A mate bond is a two-way street. If the human mate begins to draw away, to feel pain and heartbreak, it can reverberate through the bond. The vampire mate begins to feel their heart hurting, and if it goes on for too long, it can lead to their own demise."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the gravity of Max's words settling over them like a shroud. The realization hit them like a tidal wave – their bond was teetering on the edge, and (y/n)'s emotional withdrawal was pushing them closer to the brink.

The lair seemed to hold its breath as the Lost Boys gathered in somber unity. Marko's suggestion to confront (y/n) had been met with a unanimous agreement, driven by their shared desire to mend the bonds that had been stretched thin. With a sense of cautious determination, they made their way to the spare bedroom where (y/n) had taken refuge.

The door creaked open, revealing (y/n) sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze distant. The room was dimly lit, the shadows emphasizing the weight of their situation.

Marko, his voice gentle, was the first to speak. "We need to talk, (y/n). Can we come in?"

She offered a weary nod, her eyes briefly meeting his before she looked away.

Paul stepped forward, his expression a mixture of guilt and regret. "We're sorry, (y/n). We were wrong to push you into something you weren't ready for."

(Y/n) didn't respond, her silence speaking volumes about the pain she had been feeling.

Dwayne, his usually calm demeanor showing signs of vulnerability, stepped up next. "I should have intervened, (y/n). I'm sorry for not stopping it before things got out of hand."

Finally, David entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He knelt beside (y/n)'s bed, his gaze locked onto her downcast eyes.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "I want to apologize for my behavior. I was an ass, and I shouldn't have spoken to you that way."

Tears welled up in (y/n)'s eyes as she looked at David, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. His vulnerability touched her in ways she hadn't expected.

"I miss your voice too," she admitted, her voice catching slightly. "And I'm tired of feeling like I don't belong anymore."

David gently lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her skin. "You do belong, (y/n). You're our mate, and we want you with us."

As the room hung in a delicate balance of vulnerability, (y/n)'s emotions began to unravel. The hurt and pain she had been carrying seemed to seep out with every touch and whispered apology.

David continued, his words sincere. "I love your voice, (y/n). I miss it. I was wrong to tell you to shut up."

The tension that had plagued the room began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of connection and understanding. The Lost Boys' apologies were like stitches threading together the frayed edges of their bond.

The sun painted the horizon with hues of gold and pink as the dawn broke over Santa Carla. Inside the lair of the Lost Boys, (y/n) awoke with a sense of tranquility she hadn't felt in days. The air was tinged with a residual warmth from the night before, a reminder of the passion they had shared.

With a lightness in her step, (y/n) moved about the lair, her cheerful spirit back in full force. Her laughter seemed to echo through the space, and the Lost Boys couldn't help but smile at the sight of her renewed energy.

As the morning progressed, the group gathered, the atmosphere charged with a sense of anticipation. (Y/n)'s cheerful demeanor had returned, and her mates exchanged knowing glances, their hearts lifted by her transformation.

Dwayne, ever the gentle soul, approached (y/n), his eyes softening as he spoke. "You seem different today, (y/n)."

Her smile widened, radiant with a newfound resolve. "I am different, Dwayne. I've made a decision."

The others leaned in, their curiosity piqued. "What decision?" Marko asked, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

(Y/n)'s gaze locked onto David's, her expression unwavering. "I'm ready. I want to be turned."

The joy that erupted in the room was palpable, a chorus of cheers and smiles that reflected their relief and happiness. Yet, David's eyes held a trace of concern.

He stepped forward, his hand offering a small bottle of blood. "Are you sure about this, (y/n)? You don't have to do it if you're not ready."

Taking the bottle from him, (y/n)'s fingers brushed against his, the connection between them sparking a sense of security. "I'm ready, David. I want this – as long as you all stay by my side."

A collective sigh of relief seemed to fill the room, a testament to the strength of their bond. The Lost Boys gathered around (y/n), their expressions a mixture of pride and affection.

"We're not going anywhere," Paul assured, his voice carrying a promise that echoed in each of their hearts.

David's gaze held an intensity that pierced through (y/n)'s soul. "We're in this together, (y/n). No matter what."

(Y/n) felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The road ahead was uncertain, the transformation she was about to undergo a step into the unknown. But she knew that as long as the Lost Boys were by her side, she could face anything that came her way with a fearless heart.

#x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #x reader requests #requested #request #the lost boys x reader #he lost boys #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys imagines #marko #marko x reader #dwayne #dwayne x reader #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #david x reader #david #paul the lost boys #paul #paul x reader #the lost boys x you #the lost boys x y/n

[luv4fandoms]

Pop rocks (Marko x Reader)

This drabble was based off of this post by @walmart-cereal . But I saw it while traveling and couldn't help but write this, I'm writing this while in the car so that's why it's so short though lol

Pairing: Marko x Reader

Word count: 395

Warnings: None

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

“It's about time you made it!” Paul's voice cut through the buzz of the boardwalk.

“Sorry, I had to get ready and actually get here” you laughed while making your way to the group.

“We could have picked you up,” Marko stated, leaning back on his bike.

“And don't say you didn't want to burden anyone” he cut in when you opened your mouth, causing you to close it.

“Well I'm here now, so what is the plan?” You asked as they all dismounted their bikes.

“Look for dinner,” David spoke.

“Have fun along the way” Paul smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, looking behind him before his arm fell and he rummaged in his jacket for a cigarette, but your shoulder didn't stay empty for long as Marko stepped up on the other side of you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't see the looks that the others shot him, or the one he shot in return as he guided you down the boardwalk.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

“See that wasn't so bad”

“No it wasn't, but I'm not going on it again Paul” you told him as you and him stared at the rollercoaster from where you sat in front of the little shop. The others were still inside “buying” things like cigarettes and drinks, you were about to say something else when suddenly you heard a crackling and popping right next to your ear. Jerking back, you turned to see Marko standing there with a grin.

“What the freak?” You laughed

“Pop rocks”

“And you felt the need to activate them right next to my ear?”

“Where else?” He laughed, before tilting the small pouch towards you.

“Want some?”

“Sure” you smiled, holding out your hand and letting him pour some into your palm before dumping them into your mouth, letting the candy activate. You and Marko sat down at the small bench, watching for his nightly meal while enjoying the candy. You didn't see the shocked expression of Paul, or the knowing looks that Dwayne and David were sending the two of you.

“He never shares with me” Paul whined.

“He never shares with anyone” Dwayne stated

“We aren't Y/N” David nodded, watching as Marko put his arm on the back of the bench behind you, giving you some more candy while the two of you smiled.

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb marko #marko tlb fanfiction #tlb marko fanfiction #tlb marko one shot #tlb marko drabble

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

This was one piece that I felt executed rather easily easy. (Tbf, the composition and poses were never that complicated to begin with which was nice for me!)

There was a lot of discovery involved in the early passes with Jeramie’s posing, which I think was key to keeping him in character. I really labored on that expression throughout the whole process though, it was a challenge trying to strike such a fine line between the fear, sorrow, and a foolish guy trying to put on maybe the most important performance of his life. Proud of this one!

Also the inks! Because inks are my favorite, and i’m very proud of them.

#kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #super sentai #jeramie brasieri #spider kumonos #gerojim #speed paint #timelapse #fanart #cw flashing lights #i put gerojim in the back cause i thought jer should have a little support in this moment lol #you can see i flipped jeramie’s pose early on… its cause i wanted his bugnarok hand closer to cam #trying to highlight how he’s hijacking the narrative at the expense of his mom’s side #but i think with Gerojim’s addition which came later it got a little lost #but i’m not too broken up about it lol the boys are in this together #also if folks have shots of his right side lemme know where they are aaahaha! they were AGGRAVATINGLY hard to find to reference his sleeve #i only found one shot AFTER i’d finished #kingoh really said ‘jeramie is sadboy facing left’ at the expense of me not being able to draw his right shoulder decorations properly lol #thankyou for being symetrical Gerojim. this is why you are best boy. #Also i REMEMBERED THE EYE MAKEUP THIS TIME!!!🎉

[starthelostboys]

#wanted to use one of the shots from the scene at the beach but i couldn't find one clear enough #the lost boys #tlb #my edits #kate's bad takes

[lostinsantacarla]

#The Lost Boys #lost boys #Billy Wirth #Dwayne #vampire #still shot #from my collection #I might have shared this one before but I love it so I'm sharing again

[wormboyfriendcentralstation]

what the tags to my posts have taught me is that the wurthering heights stans are eating devouring enjoying while im locked in Moby Dick Jail with the ahab starbuck emotionally draining yuri that lives only in my mind-

#me staring at the direction that they decided to take starbuck's character #LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY #also sometimes i get annoyed about the way that pip and ahab's interactions were adapted #like if anyone could have dragged ahab's ass back from the edge. ranked. 1. pip and 2. MAYBE starbuck had a small chance but like #not really #pip and starbuck are like....... two examples of how ahab's damage couldve been averted #pip and ahab are SUCH an important relationship that got kinda lost #bc it shows that ahab COULDVE walked back his ego for human connection. he and pip wind up kinda getting each other in a weird way #pip in moby dick is like. if apollo was the ocean pip would be cassandra. do you understand. #pip and ahab know how each other tick in the book. #they were like each other's One Chances bc ahab couldve left his ego and done the one damn thing which would've REALLY saved #the one goddamn person who he's come to genuinely care about #and pip gave ahab the chance to have someone sort of get how actually scared ahab is of the ocean and how that fear was the biggest #damn insult a dude like that could have. bc if you read the book and how ahab was treated directly after losing his leg. #it wasnt JUST moby dick it was the way his ship treated him. you understand why he's Like That. #the ocean AND the whaling crew fucked them both over. #uhhh meanwhile starbuck Thought that he could walk ahab's ego back from the edge! #but in reality the way that starbuck was ahab's One Chance at not killing everyone on that ship is if starbuck had shot his ass in the cabi #limbus company #IM GLAD THE WURTHERING HEIGHTS FANS ARE HAVING FUN THOUGH IM GL

[everysongineverykey]

so-called doomerists when "If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends. And if you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot... no, imagine a sneaker, laces trailing, kicking a pebble; imagine a stick, to poke at interesting things, and throw for a dog that may or may not decide to retrieve it; imagine a tuneless whistle, pounding some luckless popular song into insensibility; imagine a figure, half angel, half devil, all human... Slouching hopefully towards Tadfield. ...for ever."

#good omens #CRYING!!!! finished my second reread since s1 came out #this book genuinely never gets old huh. i can read it over and over. can't say that about many books. #i did love the ending shots of s1 BUT i will never forgive them for not putting this narration in. #the way the last line references 'what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches toward bethlehem to be born' #the last line from the poem the second coming #talking about the antichrist there too! #but this antichrist is just a boy. just a boy. half angel. half devil. all. human. #the last scene of the book where he eats an apple and gets in trouble for it #but 'there never was an apple- in adam's opinion- that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.' #it was all worth it!! crowley tempting eve and teaching humans that they could be evil was worth it!!! #god. this book looks at a fucked up world with so so many problems #and encourages you to focus on the good in it when all hope seems lost. #and if you want to imagine the future? imagine a happy one #and make it happen. what else can you do...?

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Sweet Disposition - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: big city girl OC x small town boy, strawberry farmer Bucky, lost love, friends to lovers, soft smut, 18+

word count: 10.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1368315076-sweet-disposition-daisy

Masterlist

From the moment Daisy stepped foot off the plane, the air felt different. Cleaner, fresher — the effects of nature easing its way into her lungs with each breath, and it was like her body sagged in relief after five years of New York air. 

Stepping out of the small arrivals hall, she awkwardly dragged her suitcases behind her. They were heavy, filled with anything and everything she could fit from the small studio apartment she had to give up. 

She loved that apartment. 

She loved her job too, but when the PR company went under, it took her right with it — straight to rock bottom. 

Daisy sighed, swept her hair behind her ear as she looked for directions to the nearest car rental place, and she was about to set off lugging her bags again when someone called her name. 

“Little Daisy-May back from the big city, huh?” 

Daisy whirled around, a deep frown on her face, to see Steve — Stevie, her brain helpfully supplied — jogging towards her. All broad shouldered, blonde haired, six-foot-two of him in tattered jeans and a dirty white t-shirt.

“Your mom sent me,” he reasoned, palms up in defense, “she said she’d text you to let you know.”

“She probably did,” Daisy replied, “reception has never been great out here though, has it?” 

Steve just shrugged as he reached his hand out for a suitcase, and Daisy noticed the grease and muck under his nails, a stark contrast to her perfect manicure. 

“You’re still at the auto shop?” 

“Yep. Your pops just made me manager actually,” Steve replied with a proud grin. “Come on, truck’s this way.”

Daisy stared at him as his lips curled in a genuine, reassuring smile and for some reason it was really hard to believe that scrawny, asthmatic Steve was now standing in front of her; one big hand wrapped on the handle of her suitcase, and one thumb pointed behind him to what she was sure was still his father’s scrap of a truck.

Somewhere along the way, she forgot how the most unusual things held a certain emotional meaning.

“Manager, huh?” Daisy managed to croak out, plastering a smirk on her face to sell the best impression of what she was supposed to look like. 

Steve’s smile faltered for a second as he turned to lead the way.

"Yeah. Wasn't that much of a change, as I already did the office stuff for your pops anyway." They were walking outside of the building and towards the parking slots until Daisy's eyes met the rusty silver truck she had expected. Of course, he didn't buy a new one. 

"Still the same truck, huh?" Her lips curled into a tiny smile while she looked at him. Steve smiled back at her, before rounding the truck to place her suitcases on the back seats.

"Everything ages like fine wine. You just need to know how to take care of it." he winked at her.

"Down cowboy," Daisy gave him a tight, forced laugh. 

Preparing to come home had been a nightmare, mostly because it had been the last place in the world she had wanted to end up. She had watched her mother grow stagnant here, her mother that would surely die here and Daisy swore she'd never let that happen to her.  Postcards from home made small town life look pleasant and sweet, relaxing even but it was anything but for her. Small town life was suffocating, like a piece of twine wrapped around her throat until her lips turned blue. 

"Daisy," Steve leaned against the open passenger door, the wind pushing his hair around his face. "Your mom didn't say much about why you're home but you're gonna be okay." He smiled at her, instilling that hope he held on to so fiercely into her.

The drive into town was just as she remembered. Fields and more fields, a cow and a horse here and there, and then suddenly old country homes and faded storefronts. Everything was lived in and loved, used and passed down and nurtured to last because that’s what the people here did. 

“Nothing’s changed,” Daisy murmured as the truck bumped over the dirt track that led to her family home. 

“Some things have,” Steve replied with a soft smile, and Daisy didn’t have time to ask what that meant before Steve was killing the engine and the front door of the house was swung open to reveal her mother.

Smile wide, white apron firmly wrapped around her waist, Katie waved her hands in the air to catch their attention from the front porch.

“Oh, God…” Daisy chuckled, shaking her head slightly, and some of the tension holding her heart hostage eased its grip. 

“My sweet, sweet baby!” Her mother squealed just as both of them climbed out of the truck, power-walking toward them. “And Stevie!”

“Hello, Mrs. Moore,” Steve grinned brightly, glancing at Daisy. “Look who I found at the—“

But just as he tried to make his bad dad joke, Katie tackled Daisy into one of the biggest hugs she’d received in a long time. And the tension, for a brief moment, was completely gone.

Daisy melted into the hug, her fingers dug slightly into her mother's supple back as she hugged her even tighter. Not an inch of space left between them and if any was left would just be filled by all of the love emanating from her. 

Catherine Moore always gave the best hugs. 

When she was little they were capable of fixing any problem Daisy might be met with, but she wasn't that little girl anymore and her hug wouldn't bring back the life she lost in the city. She felt guilty, still longing to be back there, in her own space while in the warm embrace of her loving mother who always longed for her to come visit, to let go of a bit of work and spend some time back home. 

Daisy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, holding on to her mom a bit tighter. "Hi mama," she whispered.

"Hi, my sweet girl," says Katie while holding her daughter tightly. “We’ve missed you so much. I feel like it’s been forever since you last visited!”

Daisy smiled at her mom, knowing where this conversation was going, “It has not been so long, mother. I visited that one Christmas.” Her mom always finds an opportunity to scold her about not visiting them enough.

“That was four years ago, Daisy!”

Blushing, Daisy pulled back from the hug. "Sorry... Things were always so busy and... I always tried to call at least."

Her arms still on Daisy's arms, her Mom softened, smiling patiently up at her before patting her gently. 

"I know darling, but that won't be a problem now that you're home, right?"

Daisy held back the grimace, not wanting to admit that she didn't really want to be back in her hometown long term, "Sure, Mama."

Katie glanced at Steve, "You're coming to her welcome home dinner tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, Mrs. Moore! Wouldn't miss your homemade strawberry cake!"

Steve backed away toward his truck leaving Daisy to fend for herself with her overbearing mother. “Come on inside now, we have too much catching up to do and not enough time.”

Daisy chewed on her lip, “you know what mama I think I’m going to go for a run, clear my head. I feel so cramped up from the plane.” Her mother eyed her suspiciously, knowing that Daisy wasn’t ready to enter the mausoleum that had become her childhood. “Tell you what,” she unhooked the truck keys from the door inside and chucked them at Daisy. “Run to the farmers market for your mama, I forgot some things for dinner.” 

“The one in town?” Daisy asked, looping the key ring around her finger. “I didn’t see it when we passed through?”

“Oh, no. The one in town changed days last year — we had a vote, so it’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays now, which Aggie down at the greengrocers hates but the silly goose didn’t make it down to town hall quick—“

“Mom,” Daisy chuckled, “you can catch me up on the gossip later. Where am I going?”

“Sorry, sorry! Head over to Greenwood,” Katie replied as Daisy nodded and made her way towards their family truck, “and take your time, make sure you check out all the stalls!”

“I will!” She said above her shoulder, relishing the square smile her mother flashed her before leaning against the threshold to look at her go. 

“Greenwood, Greenwood…” Daisy murmured as she settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine, sighing deeply at the sputtering noise she received in response. 

The ride was filled with silence as she drove almost all the way on autopilot, glancing at the landscape that seemed preserved in amber— every barn, every field, and even the clouds.

By the time she pulled over in the parking lot and climbed out of the truck, Daisy had to wipe away from her face a deep scowl, knowing perfectly well that a farmers’ market meant seeing familiar faces, lots of whom she probably had yet to meet since she ran away years before. 

With a deep breath, she walked under the wooden arch on which grew undisturbed vines, impossibly green and vibrant. Daisy let her eyes wander around the stands to find the first item on her mother's list: Chicken wings.

Remembering all the Sunday afternoons her and her father had been watching football and eating chicken wings on the couch in front of the television while being screamed at by her mother to be careful to not ruin the leather. A smile crawled on her face, while she was looking for the right stand to get some chicken.

Three stands further down the aisle she could see a big sign with "Sam's Red Wings" and a familiar face standing behind the large fridges.

Sam Wilson and Daisy had been on the same local High School, sharing a lot of classes with Steve and their mutual friend Bucky. 

After leaving them behind to move to the city, she hadn't been able to hold contact with any of them.

 "Got some new chicks, Wilson?" she screamed in his direction. Sam's eyes widened when he saw his former friend, opening the arms in a welcoming gesture.

"Daisy Moore. Welcome home. Missed the clean air and friendly people?"

"There are plenty of friendly people in New York, too. Mama needs some chicken wings for dinner tomorrow and I see you took over your father's chicken farm. Although I renamed it."

"Yes, I decided to go for a different breed than dad. These are New Hampshire Reds. They are easier to keep than the ones my dad had." Sam pulled his phone off his pants and proudly showed her some pictures of the chicken on his farm. 

"They are really... red," Daisy commented, obviously not sharing Sam's enthusiasm for chicken. 

"Yeah. Makes it easier to find them, when the little assholes decide to break out of the coop again and run through town."

“Definitely won’t have any trouble finding them!” She chuckled, taking the package of wings he held out for her.

He waved away the money she offered, giving her a broad grin.

“They’re n the house Dais, call it a welcome home gift.”

“Well thank you Sam, I appreciate that. Let’s catch up soon, OK?”

“Sure thing Dais, you know where to find me.”

With a final grin at her old friend and a heart that felt a little lighter than before Daisy made her way around the market, checking off bread from Hill’s Baked Goods, and cheese that she got from Coulson’s Dairy.

Reading the final item on the list she raised her head and scanned the stalls. Strawberries. Where would she find strawberries?

There it was, in a little corner hidden almost from view. Well, if you could call it a strawberry stall, that is. It was so… bland. She could have passed alongside it and wouldn’t even notice that it was there. The stall had no colors, it was just a plain and boring wooden stall with the fresh fruit on top with a small sign that said ‘strawberries.’ It wasn’t inviting and she wondered if this was something that she could help the person in charge with. 

Daisy approaches the stall, ready to pick up the fruit when she notices who is behind it, “Bucky?”

Hearing a voice he thought he would never hear again, Bucky's eyes widened. "Daisy?" He blinked, then blinked again, afraid that she would vanish from sight like she did all those years ago. "You... you're home?"

Daisy's heart thudded wildly in her chest as she drank him in, golden strands of sun kissed brown hair floated around his face highlighting his painfully blue eyes. He was wearing a dark riding shirt that was unbuttoned around the collar and a pair of jeans that looked more than worked in. He rubbed his hands on his pants and stood up straight, really getting a good look at her. 

"Hey Buck," she whispered with a nod.

“Hey,” He said, jutting his jaw to the side and leaning forward to rest his palms flat on the wooden stand. “What brings you back to town?”

“Uh, I—” She stuttered, fighting against both a blush and his intense stare, glancing around the stand to find a way to sidetrack the conversation. “I just got here and my mother already sent me for errands.”

He nodded, taking in the way she kept fidgeting with the strap of her bag, relishing in how she was nibbling into her lower lip. Daisy had never been good at hiding her emotions, at least not from him.

“Hm. That’s classic Katie,” Bucky somewhat grumbled, bringing back to life memories on memories of his interaction with her mother. He vaguely gestured around himself, “How can I help you?” 

Daisy’s eyes snapped on his, a single idea now taking over the entirety of her colorful mind. How long had it been since her creativity sparked like that?

“I was looking for strawberries. Do you happen to know where I can find some?”

“Ya know, I’m sure I saw some around here somewhere…” he muttered, rubbing his chin and staring around.

It took a moment but Daisy finally caught the slight wobble of his chin as he tried not to laugh and she burst into chuckles herself.

“How you been, Buck?” She asked with guarded affection.

“Not as good as you it seems,” he replied, casting his eyes over her.

Her smile faltered a little at that. Although her life was good for some time, it wasn't like that now, was it? At that moment, she didn’t like the thought of him thinking that she had failed to hold onto that dream that was her life. The dream that made her ran away from home and, ultimately, him. 

Daisy pushed those thoughts aside, “Like what you see, Buck?” She knew she was teasing him, but she couldn’t help it. “Now, how about some strawberries?”

Bucky swallowed thickly. He turned and lifted a couple of containers full of strawberries before putting them down in front of her. "These are the freshest that I have. Picked them just this morning." 

He stares at her like he wonders what has brought her back here all of a sudden. Daisy had been so set on life in the city and getting out of here. Bucky ran one hand through his hair absently, making it stand up in odd directions.

Daisy picked one from the container, pressing it to her lips and tasting a bite. Even in heartbreak and disappointment she had always loved his obsession with her lips and seeing how his eyes grew made her heart flutter quickly. 

"They're really good, Buck," Daisy smiled, looking at the bundles.

"They were always your favorite." She swore he said but when she looked back over at him he was digging through a box, avoiding eye contact.

Daisy watched him for a moment, eyes trailing over his broad back as he turned away. She remembered how he would look, head buried under the hood of a car in her dad’s garage, tinkering and humming and dancing towards her with teasing hands, covered in grease. 

She wondered what made him buy a strawberry farm when her dad was talking about him taking over Moore Motor Repair one day. 

Clearly she wondered out loud, because Bucky was turning back, a shy smile on his face. 

“I like being out in the sun, nurturing the crops — it’s a different kind of satisfaction when the produce is good. I grew these, Dais!” He laughed, featuring to the punnets on the table. “And um, I might get an endless amount of your mom’s strawberry cake in exchange for the fruit that isn’t quite saleable.”

“Oh, so you’re in it for the cake?” Daisy chuckled softly, “figures.”

"I've always loved dessert." He winked at her, before quickly turning around to sort some of his strawberries into a new container. 

"Must be satisfying," Daisy mumbled. Her thumb and index finger were rolling another strawberry around while getting rid of the leaved that were still on top of it. With a smooth movement the fruit landed in her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Bucky still hadn't turned towards her, his hands occupied with sorting the unperfect berries out of different boxes and into larger container with a shild "Not perfect, but still delicious. Try me!"sticking to it.

"Seeing the crops grow and knowing that they only do that because you took care of them." 

Daisy's lips were stained dark red from the juicy strawberries and she saw Bucky turning around, she painfully slowly licked the juice off her lips.

His blue eyes followed every movement of her tongue patiently.

“What can I do for you Daisy-May?” He asked, her childhood name was a song from his lips.

“Mama needs a punnet of your best, Buck,” she replied, her cheeks flushing as red as the berries spread before her.

“Can’t believe she’s gone through a whole three punnets in two days but still…what Katie wants, Katie gets.”

He picked up a wooden carton and surveyed the array of fruit before him. Picking one or two from each pile, eyeing them critically, he placed those that passed inspection into his carton.

“Only the best for Mama Moore,” he hummed, throwing a flirty wink at Daisy that made something thump in her chest.

Daisy picked up the carton with the strawberries, “Thanks, Buck. Well, this is the last item on mama's list. I guess I better get going. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

"Oh, I'm sure we'll cross paths," he says winking at her, "it's not like you can hide too much here, being a small town and all."

She laughed softly as she tucked the carton under her arm. "I'm sure we will too. You be good, okay?"

Daisy looked around her, taking in all the laughing families and smiling vendors, noticing that Bucky’s stall was tucked away and completely unseen by anyone. She turned back to him to find him still staring at her.

“Can I help you Daisy?” He smirked at her. 

“You stall is lame,” she quipped and watched him rub the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably. “I mean like, it’s not as busy and it should be.” She tried to recover.

Nice save, Daisy-May,” Bucky replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and Daisy cringed. 

“Sorry, it’s just— look, how long have you had the farm for?” 

“Three years,” Bucky replied, “and you should have seen it before, I’ve honestly turned it around.” 

“Uh huh.” Daisy wasn’t convinced but Bucky seemed to bristle, straightening up in the way he’d always done when things hit a nerve.

“Daisy. I have the stall, and I sell to local supermarkets. I do okay.“ 

“But you could do better,” Daisy urged, “this is what I do, Buck, let me help!” 

Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If you're going to suggest social media to me, I'm not really into all of that stuff. I never have been, and you know that."

Daisy sighed and shook her head. "You are so damn stubborn, Barnes."

"I get the last name treatment now?" he laughed.

"You should always get it," Daisy rolled her eyes. "Let me help."

"Im not a pet project," his tone dropped. "You can't come home for a day and-"

"Blah, blah, blah. This isn't for me, it's for you. It's for the strawberries."

“Daisy, I’m not doing this right now. You’re driving away customers,” Bucky hissed, and the cute, frowny, little crease between his eyebrows appeared. 

“What customers, Buck? I’ve been standing here for ten minutes and nobody else has come over. Everyone loves strawberries, Bucky. But why should they buy yours? You gotta draw them in!” 

Bucky scowled, arms crossed over his chest. 

“You left, Daisy, you left town and I’m not— I can’t just welcome you back with open arms and let you solve all my problems. We’re not eighteen anymore.” 

Daisy took a startled step back and narrowed her eyes at him.  "No," she said firmly. "We're not." She sighed. "When you're willing to get help, you know where to find me." Daisy sat a few bills on the counter before she turned and started her trek back to her truck. People never change.

Later that night Daisy was curled into the hammock on her mama's porch, tucked in tight with a blanket and checking her emails when her phone rang. 

"Hi Bucky," she cooed into her phone, hiding the shake of her fingers and the tremble of her nervous voice. "What can I do for you?" 

"Come to the farm tomorrow," he gruffed, "and Daisy?"

"Yes Bucky?" She smiled. 

"For the love of god, don't wear heels, borrow a pair of your momma's boots." He warned.

“This is cute,” Daisy beamed as she hopped out of the truck the next morning, wellies hitting the mud and squelching thanks to the overnight rain. 

“Thank you?” Bucky replied, pulling a face as he looked down at his shirt, “although cute wasn’t really what I was going for when I dressed this morning.” 

“And to think your sense of humor is what attracted me to you in the first place, whatever was I thinking?” 

Bucky grinned, big and lopsided, his nose scrunching in the way that always gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling in her belly. 

“Daisy, Daisy… are you gonna help me, or keep insulting me on my own damn farm?” 

“Give me a tour then, farmer boy.” 

Bucky slung his arm around her shoulders and led her toward the field of berries, and Daisy couldn’t help but revel in the warmth and weight of him beside her, just like old times.

She threw her arm across his back, a smirk tugging at her lips when she felt the way his muscles tensed under her touch. 

Daisy took in a selfish breath of his scent, closing her eyes softly as the mix of amber and oud of his perfume flooded her senses. A faint sweet smell from the strawberries accompanying it but all of the thoughts swirling in her mind replaced it with the smell of leather and grease that was usually mixed in with his perfume when they’d lay together on the porch swing. 

A small tug from towards him broke her away from her trance and when she looked back, Bucky’s eyes were looking back. 

“Where’d you go there, Blossom? You okay?” 

Her heart clenched at her old pet name and she shook her head, smiling back at him, “Great yeah, so whatcha got going here Barnes?” 

He narrowed his eyes just a touch but she saw how he quickly let it go, almost like he didn’t want to dig up their past. 

“Let’s go check out the beds, yeah?” 

“Mmm not sure if we’re there yet Buck,” she teased raising a brow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but a small smile ghosted his lips he never could help but enjoy her witty banter when they were younger. "The strawberry beds, gutter hound."

"It's your fault," she countered. "You made me this way."

For a moment Bucky fell silent, his blue eyes sucking her in like they had so many years ago. Then he cleared his throat, "Right. So."

Daisy waited patiently while he hesitated then started again after looking away. "Maybe I do need your help after all," he admitted. "I don't know anything about social media," he huffed, "And maybe it would help."

“Start with something small,” Daisy said. “What do you want the farm to stand for?” 

She palmed a plant in her hand, gently caressing the strawberry as she waited for his answer. 

“Family,” his eyebrows knitted together. 

“So where are they?” Daisy asked looking around. “The families? You should be holding days where people can come and pick themselves. Or events for the kids during summer vacation.” 

He stared at her in awe, “what?” She laughed, shrugging him off. 

“You found yourself out there,” he swallowed tightly, “didn’t you?” 

“I thrived,” she gave him a soft, heartbreaking smile. “Doesn’t matter though. It wasn’t enough.”  

“You were always enough for me Daisy May,” he said so matter of factly. “In fact most days you were too much.”

A pang rang through her chest as Daisy’s heart clenched. 

“Well that’s not true,” she breathed, “you always knew how to handle me Buck, I was never too much…even when I was.” 

They held each other’s gazes and Daisy saw that soft boyish twinkle in his eyes come back for just a touch as he smiled down bashfully.

Daisy couldn't help but to smile at him, feeling that tightness in her chest like she did all those years ago, before she left. She cleared her throat and turned to walk down the row, in between the strawberry beds once more. "Anyway... um... family days are a good idea, let people pick their own berries. You could set something up for events too."

"Who would want to come here for an event?" he asked. 

"A lot of people. Tourists, people on vacation. Or even as a date or family day, like you'd mentioned. Do you can the strawberries here too? Or just sell the fruit straight?" she asked curiously.

“Do you not talk to your mama at all Daisy May?” Bucky laughed running a hand through his hair. 

“I avoid it when I can it’s usually laced with guilt trips over my lack of visits and phone calls,” Daisy groaned. 

“She cans it all, I sell it at the market on the weekend.” Bucky nodded, his gaze falling to ground as he turned to lead them further into the farm. “You know the guilt trips would be alleviated if you called more.” 

“Now you sound like her,” Daisy groaned kicking a clump of dirt. 

As the day went on Bucky had Daisy on her knees, fingers turning the soil and digging the weeds. She oddly enjoyed the heat beating down on them, the sweat licked at her shoulder blades and dripped down her neck between her breasts. 

“Two fingers,” Bucky whispered over her shoulder, guiding her hand beneath the weed and plucking it up. “That’s my girl,” he laughed as the weed popped out. 

“I didn’t miss the heat but I feels good to just be here,” she admitted as he rolled back on his heels and chucked the clump of weeds into the wheelbarrow behind them. 

“You’re gonna need a bath,” he grinned at her. “Maybe two, before your mama lets you back in the house.” His eyes flickered to the wheelbarrow. “Get in,” he nodded to it with his head. “Like old times.” 

Bucky used to sit her in that big rusty bucket behind his house and roll her down the hill to the creek. Daisy could still hear his laughter echoing as she squealed and giggled holding on for dear life.

Daisy rolled her eyes before she pushed herself up from her heels and let herself fall into the stack of weeds in the load. Giggling when she heard Bucky’s feigned groan at her weight shifting the wheelbarrow. She settled her hands at the edges of the tray and looked back pointedly at Bucky, “This isn’t a race Barnes, I’m watching you.” 

Bucky smiled brightly making the butterflies that had settled in her stomach flutter all over. 

“Hmm I don’t about that Blossom,” he mused looking up towards the barn house at the far end of the field. “I think I can get us over there pretty quick, wanna time me?” 

“James Barnes I’m serious!” Her last words came out as a squeal as Bucky lifted the wheelbarrow and bolted down the green like their life depended on it. 

Daisy’s laughs and screams fell in perfect harmony with Bucky’s laugh as they got lost to the nature that surrounded them. And before she even noticed they were coming to a stop a in front of the quaint barn house’s red door. With nothing but their pants ti be heard as Bucky settled the wheelbarrow down and held his hand out to help her out.

“Are you trying to kill me Buck, I just got here,” she voiced with a playful shove. 

“I would never my sweet Daisy-May, but I sure missed that laugh.”

She shook her head at him as she dusted herself off. As Bucky walked in front of the wheelbarrow, she pushed him again, making him fall into it. 

Seeing his shocked face mad Daisy double over in laughter. It was the first time she’d been able to get one over on him. “Finally!”

Bucky stared up at her wide eyed, the corner of his mouth turned upwards. "Only took ya about ten years." 

"Better late than never." She grinned, taking a breath to slow her panting. Even with the sun starting to dip in the sky it was still sweltering. She wiped her brow as she held out her other hand for him to take. "C'mon blue eyes, let's get this mud off of us." 

Without hesitation he slipped his hand into hers. She planted her boots into the ground holding herself as he went to climb out of the wheel barrow. Daisy squealed as her feet slid in the mud and they both fell back into the barrow. Her body pressed against his as he let out a grunt when she landed on him. Her cheeks flamed as she picked up her head, her hands gripping his biceps feeling the developed muscle he didn't have all those years ago and his hands gripping her waist. 

His gaze found hers, an unreadable look on his face until he bursted out laughing. "Still as clumsy as I remember." He breathed in between laughs.

“I only ever tripped over you if I remember correctly!” She pushed off his chest, heart pounding and fingers tingling as she helped him to his feet. 

Daisy should have known better but she couldn’t help the groan that fell from her lips when Bucky wrenched on the hose and cold water sputtered out. 

“Come ‘er,” he smiled rolling the hose over his boots and then his hands. 

“That’s freezing Buck,” Daisy hissed as the water hit her skin. 

Bucky scoffed, “woman I have seen you jump in the creek a week into November quit your whinging.” 

“Please Buck let me use the house,” she continued with a pout that she wagered would have him caving to her request. 

“We do things my way Daisy-May. There are blankets in the barn, I’ll warm you up after.”

Daisy closed the distance between them leaving just enough space between them so that their bodies were barely touching. She pressed her hand to the half-open box plates of his shirt and held them tightly in her fists. 

“Well damn, I leave for 5 years and all of a sudden your Mr. We do things my way Daisy-May.” 

Bucky’s cheeks flushed and her lips upturned playfully in response. 

“Do you wanna get washed up or no?” He laughed, raspily and low. His tongue jutting out over his bottom lip. making her insides turn every which way as her heart pounded against her ribcage. 

“Yes,” she whined, “just be quick but also I don’t wanna freeze okay, will rip this off if it’s too cold, Buck.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time Moore,” he winked, “I got plenty of more shirts don’t worry and I already told ya’ I’d warm you up.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him and tightened her hold on his shirt, “I’m a man of my word, Blossom. I gotcha.” 

Daisy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and nodded back in response, slowly. Closing her eyes tight as the cold water hit her bare arms once more. She relished in the feel of his fingers skating carefully along her arms brushing away the dirt and sweat that had collected along them.

Once he had made sure her arms were clean, goosebumps trailed up her skin as he stepped back from her, holding the hose in his hand. That same boyish grin spread across his face as she raised a brow. "James Buchanan Barnes, don't even think about it." 

Bucky tilted his head back and laughed again, "I won't darlin'," he crouched in front of her, his blue eyes blazing in the sunlight as he peered up through his lashes to catch her gaze, "your reaction was priceless though." 

She shook her head but couldn't help the smile that formed across her cheeks. He began spraying off her boots, his freehand wrapping around her ankle. She swore she felt his thumb trace a small circle before saying "Hold on," and eyeing her until her hands rested on his shoulders. Daisy sucked in a breath unable to help her fingers digging into his shoulder muscles while he gently lifted her foot, making sure the mud and grass was completely gone from one before moving to her other foot.

The water was ice cold, but she wouldn't lie. It did give a bit of a reprieve from the awful heat of the day. She looked down, between her arms as James ran the hose along her calves, then her knees, making her squeak. "That's freezing Bucky!"

“I think I got it all,” he laughed at her protests, his fingers tailing up her calves to the back of her knees.

“I swear you do this to torture me,” she made to push him off but her fingers made contact with the soft waves of his hair. Her breath hitching in her chest as he looked up at her and every adolescent memory came flooding back. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, his fingers flexing around her thigh as he rose to his feet. 

“I ain’t looking at you like nothing James Barnes, grow up.” Daisy scoffed turned away from him trying to hide her feelings. 

“That’s the problem isn’t it? We grew up,” he grabbed her wrist. “You’re freezing,” he sighed like it wasn’t his fault she was so cold. 

“You promised me blankets,” she said pulling from his grip because she couldn’t stand the way he was staring at her.

Daisy wrapped her arms around herself in search for warmth as she shifted her eyes away from him. 

Away from the longing sea of blue that filled her with regret and want for the soft sweet boy that loved her for exactly who she was. The same blue that begged her not to break things off, that begged her to try things out and go the distance but she couldn't stand it. She wasn't strong enough to hold onto him no matter how much she wanted to, it broke her and she broke him. She never really forgave herself for that, which is one of the reasons she never wanted to come back. Now she didn't really have a choice and here he was, still hurt, still with questions left unanswered but right beside regardless. 

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, his hand reaching for hers once more. Daisy's eyes drifted from his outstretched hand to his eyes and she reached out her own, her fingers falling right into place between his like pieces of a puzzle. 

"Let's go get you warmed up, pretty girl."

He tugged her gently inside the barn, leading her to the ladder up to the hayloft. "Up you go." Bucky dropped her hand only for a moment to let her climb the ladder. 

Daisy smiled, taking one rung at a time as she made her way up. When she reached the top she peeked down at him, staring back up with her. "Were you staring at my--" 

"Nope!" Bucky cut her off, finally removing his gaze from her as he continued up behind her. "I definitely was not staring at your..." he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as Daisy laughed. 

"Breathe Barnes," She crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk, trying to make the playfulness in her voice obvious. "Where are those blankets you promised me?" 

Bucky left out a sigh of relief and moved around her, grabbing an old green plaid blanket from on top of a haystack. He shook out the folded blanket before holding out to her. "Your blanket ma'am." The lopsided smile returned to his cheeks and she smiled reaching for the blanket. Once she had it wrapped around her, he jutted his chin towards the square opening on one side of the barn. "You wanna know what I love about the farm the most?" 

Daisy nodded as she followed him to the edge of the opening, sitting down next to him as he got comfortable on the wooden floor. 

"Even on rough days, I can come up here and just watch the stars." He glanced up at the sky like he was remembering a silent memory. "They never change. They're always there and no matter how far away you are from someone, they'll always be the same." 

She glanced up to the sky. Sunset had taken over and a warm orange hue had cascaded over the fields of strawberries that grew below them. It was beautiful and quiet for miles. No wonder he loved it up here so much. But something in his words made her think that he wasn't just talking about the stars.

Daisy took the chance to look over at Bucky and watched as he focused on the setting sun and the slowly emerging stars. She remembered looking up at the sky at night back in the city, especially when she’d first moved. She remembered being so mad that she couldn’t see the stars. The city wouldn’t allow it. 

“Bucky… is there something you want to tell me?”

“Every day since you’ve been gone the only thing I’ve reminded myself was that you shouldn’t have left Daisy, I shouldn’t have let you.” Bucky licked his lip. “But then I saw you and I realized it was never about leaving or being left. It was about loving you even if that meant letting you go and god Daisy when you left you were just a cocoon of what you should have been but you came home a damn butterfly.” 

Daisy didn’t know what to say but the tears pricked at her eyes and her chest tightened. 

“Bucky,” she sighed, unsure how to even respond.

She shifted in her spot, turning to face him completely, with tear-riddled eyes and took in a deep breath to settle her racing heart. 

"I- I never wanted to leave you... I just, I needed to find myself." A tear rolled down her cheek and she let her face fall only to feel the soft brush of Bucky's thumb collecting it before lifting her chin tenderly. 

"All of that potential was just that if I stayed here. And I-, asking you to come with me no matter how much I wanted to in that moment would've been to ask you to be someone who you truly weren't. I didn't want you to lose yourself while I found Daisy. And I didn't wanna lose my Bucky."

“It was the worst day of my life when I watched you drive out of town with your car piled full of your stuff.”  Bucky shook his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip. “Steve had to stop me from chasing after you.”

“I nearly turned straight back,” Daisy admitted, reaching up her hand to lay against his where it rested on her face.

“You never lost me Dais. I’m right here. I always have been.”

Daisy tried to hold back her tears, but the tears she refused to spill raced down her cheeks at his words. She felt Bucky’s finger gently sliding over her cheek drying her tears away. That small gesture cracked her heart open. He was always so gentle with her, always taking care of her. 

“Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry,” he mumbled, “You know it breaks my heart to see you cry.” Bucky leans a little, touching her forehead with his. 

“I’m okay,” she whispers. “But I want you to know that I never meant for this to happen, for us to hurt like this. But I knew that if I didn’t do what I had to do I would’ve been unhappy, and I couldn’t live with the thought of making you part of an unhappy memory. You were my heart then, and you are my heart now. You’ve always been.”

"You've always been my heart too, Daisy." Bucky scooted closer to her as he continued to gently wipe away her tears. "I may have hated watching you go... but seeing you the other day, seeing the person you've become. I know it was a good thing for you, to go and follow your dream." “Dreams die,” Daisy shrugged, “the world is cruel and I was afraid to come home because it felt like failing but I think it was exactly what I needed.” 

“I don’t want your dreams to die blossom,” Bucky pushed his head against hers. “Maybe there’s a way we can bring them back to life, together.” 

She sighed, there was that relentless hope that seemed to be drilled into everyone in this town. But for the first time in a long time she could feel the warmth of it spreading across her chest. Blossoming again like a field of wildflowers basking in the country sun. 

“Together?” She whispered. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Dais,” Bucky murmured, eyes shining with mirth as he pulled back a little, “but I own a strawberry farm. And I know — I know — you never wanted a little life like this, heck, I don’t think any of us grew up wanting this really, but I know I want a life with you. We could make this work, Blossom.” 

“What are you saying, Bucky?” 

“I’m saying, I want to own a strawberry farm with you. If you want to? Your skills could be very valuable to Barnes Berry Farm.” 

Daisy peered up at Bucky, her lips parted as her eyes flitted across his face. From his eyes, creased at the edges and so, so blue, to his lips, glistening pink and bitten. And suddenly she couldn’t hold back any longer, with her fingers buried into his hair, Daisy tugged Bucky closer.

Her lips found his and Bucky moaned contentedly, the sound she'd missed so sending a shot of electricity through her nerves. She took his bottom lip between hers and they both melted into the kiss like they'd never once stopped kissing each other.

Bucky's hand slid down to her neck while he settled his free one at her lower back pulling her toward his lap. Daisy smiled into the kiss and pulled back slightly tugging on his lip playfully with her teeth. She settled into his lap and brushed her thumbs softly along his cheeks, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes, then?" he teased with a laugh.

Daisy smiled. She had missed the sound of his laugh. For five years she didn't think she'd be able to hear it again. Too busy to come home and too scared to call and see how he was. But now? She never wanted to go another day without hearing it. Without seeing the way his eyes crinkle at the corner and how his nose scrunches when he really laughs. She leaned into him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "A definite yes." 

That same smile she loved so much returned to his face as he tangled his fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck. He stared into her eyes for a moment before his smile faltered for just a moment, "Are you sure?" He asked so softly that it almost came out pained, "because if you aren't... if you're plannin' on leavin' again," Bucky paused, his gaze dropping from hers, "I don't know if I could take you disappearin' on me again." 

Daisy combed her fingers through his hair, shaking her head. "I came back because my firm failed," she whispered softly. It was hard to admit that everything she thought she loved had crumbled before her, "I'll admit I didn't want to come back home. I was scared and I felt like a failure on my own but seeing you, seeing everything that you've accomplished." Daisy sucked in a breath, "I'm not the only one who found myself in the past five years Buck. I missed out on watching you grow with your strawberries, I don't want to miss another day."

“You don’t have to, Blossom. You’re home, here, with me, and I’m gonna make sure you feel that every single minute.”

“I do feel it Buck,” she murmured, bringing their faces close together once more and ghosted her lips across his.

With a soft moan he pulled her closer, his hand tightening on the back of her neck as he closed the distance between their lips.

She giggled against his mouth, feeling his strong arms grip onto her tightly. Daisy's laugh quickly turned into a moan as the blanket around her shoulders fell to the wood floor of the loft. She gripped onto his hair and the back of his shirt as she opened her mouth to him, memories flooding her mind at the mere taste of him. 

When she pulled away slightly, Bucky whined, making her laugh. "I just want to tell you something."

"What is that?" he asked, his eyes back on her lips again. 

"The entire time I was gone... I never once stopped loving you." "Say it again," Bucky groaned as his hands became needy against her body. They trickled down her back and found the gap in her clothes, digging into the skin as his teeth grazed her bottom lip. 

"I love you Buck," she breathed heavily, "I never stopped."

Bucky flashed her a dopey smile, nose scrunching before his lips found hers again in the kind of kiss that was so long overdue that it felt like she was truly coming home. Bucky licked into her mouth, groaning as she tangled her tongue with his. 

“Fuck, we were always so great at this,” Daisy whispered into the kiss, “and your kisses still taste the same, I missed you so much.” 

Bucky chuckled, pressing a series of soft, sweet kisses across her face before finding her mouth again.

“C’mere, my sweet girl,” he murmured, breathless, and then they were falling backwards, Bucky’s back hitting the blankets that had pooled around them as Daisy practically melted against his firm chest.

Daisy pressed her lips to his as her hands drifted to his chest, making quick work of his shirt buttons as their tongues danced together. 

“I thought you were gonna rip it off,” Bucky teasingly mumbled against her lips, she giggled and pulled back just enough to slide the sleeves down so he could pull his arms out. 

“Oh we’ll have plenty of opportunities to rip ‘em up hot shot.” She winked and rolled her hips atop him pulling back slightly as a deep moan slipped from his lips. 

Her hands slipped under his still damp white muscle shirt. Fingers tracing his taut muscles before she dragged her nails softly up his chest, a satisfied smile gracing her kiss-licked lips as he rolled his hips into hers, fingers digging softly into her waist. 

“Can I take this off, Buck?” 

Bucky nodded slowly looking back at her through hooded eyes. 

“I need to hear you say it, handsome.” She hummed, stopping her soft touches along his chest she knew he loved so much. 

“Angel please, quit teasin’ me” he whined.

Daisy laughed softly, "That wasn't a yes," she countered, dipping her head and pressing her lips to his collarbone, kissing the bits of his exposed chest she could reach. She felt his grip on her hips tighten as he squirmed under her. "All I need is a yes honey," she rasped. 

Bucky chuckled tightly, groaning as she rolled her hips against him. "Jesus Daisy, Yes." 

She lifted her head with a triumphant smile continuing her soft touches as she moved to pull on the hem of his undershirt. Bucky sat up carefully, wrapping one arm around her back until they were steady enough he could help her pull it over his head. Her eyes roamed down his chest, taking in the hard plains of muscle that now adorned his body. "You really did grow up." She smirked.

“Dais…” he whispered hoarsely, his face flushing as he smiled shyly at her.

“What? I’m just making a very honest observation,” she said but the innocent tone of her voice didn’t match the salacious look in her eye.

Trailing her fingers down his chest she dipped her head and followed them with her tongue, punctuating her journey with little nips and soft kisses before making her way back up to capture his lips once more.

Pulling apart to catch their breaths she whispered, “It’s been so long since I had you inside of me… since I tasted you.” Daisy kissed his neck and down his chest, hearing Bucky’s breaths turn shallow. 

She brought her hand down south, and gently ran her fingers over his navel following the dust of hair that hides underneath his waistband. “Would you like me to take them off?”

“God, Blossom,” Bucky mumbles, “You’re killing me here.”

Daisy continued to run her fingers across his waistband, “Bucky, yes, or no?”

“Yes,” he panted, “Take them off.”

Daisy flipped his pants open, bringing the zipper down she reached inside grabbing his hardening cock, “Finally. Mama’s gotta eat, right?”

Bucky stared up at her with wild eyes. "Are you going to swallow it all, baby?" he asked, a wry smile on his face. "You used to love it..."

Daisy quirked an unimpressed eyebrow and palmed at Bucky’s cock with a mischievous smile. 

“Baby, you know talking to me like that gets you nowhere. You really wanna put your patience to the test right now? After five years apart?” 

Bucky whined, gasping out a soft ‘c’mon Dais, please,’ as Daisy danced a fingertip over the ticklish skin of Bucky’s hips, kissed the sharp lines of muscle, and felt him shiver beneath her. 

“Please, Daisy. I’ve missed your lovin’ so much, Blossom. Been goin’ stir crazy without you. Fuck,” Bucky babbled, and then he groaned as Daisy tugged down his jeans and exposed his cock to the cool air of the barn.

She ghosted her lips along his strong muscular thigh, slowly planting a trail of wet kisses just until she reached his hip. She jutted her tongue out and licked a stripe along his hip bone, peering up at him through thick lashes as her hands found purchase against his chest once more. Heat pooling at her core as she felt him tense beneath her, ragged breaths egging her on in her quest.

Daisy smiled and moved her lips just above his aching cock, twitching against his stomach as she blew a cool breath, paying no attention to it as she pressed her lips to his other thigh. Her name slipped from Bucky’s lips like a prayer pleading for her to take him. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me, Buck” she mused against his skin.

It was as if his whole body shuddered with her words, "Daisy," he drawled out, slowly in rough groan, "please." 

She smirked against his skin, her fingers dancing along his pelvis just out of reach of his length. "I forgot how pretty you sound when you beg for me Buck." Daisy smirked when he groaned again. 

"You're driving me crazy Angel," He rasped, lifting his head to look down at her. The blue was completely eclipsed by the lust in his eyes but she could still make out a small ring of the sky blue she loved. His fingers tangled in her hair, "don't forget I remember how pretty you sound when you beg too darlin'." 

Daisy grinned, the heat in her core seemingly burning at this point and a rush of arousal shot through her as she wrapped her fingers around him, "I missed this," she whispered not giving him a chance to respond as she pumped him a few times slowly before swirling her tongue around his tip.

She licks the glistening bead of precum that gathered at the tip while she continued to pump him one, two times before stopping. 

“Daisy,” he growled, “stop with the teasing. Either finish me off or come here, so that I can show you how much I want to slip this cock inside that wet pussy of yours.”

Daisy bit her lip before she pressed her lips to the head of his cock. "Is that a promise?" 

Bucky sat up and grasped her by the arms before quickly flipping them over. He pinned her hands over her head and smiled at her devilishly. "It's a guarantee."

Bucky dipped his head to mouth at Daisy’s jaw with hot, wet drags of his tongue, and she moaned at the delicious scratch of his stubble over the sensitive skin.

“Wanna see you,” Bucky murmured, voice gruff and muffled as he kissed further down her body, tugging at the soft material of her top. “All of you.”

She was so hot; her top couldn’t come off fast enough. She needed him touching her everywhere. 

Her top fell to the floor, her bra followed. Bucky’s eyes scanning every inch of her breasts. She barely heard him whisper ‘gods, you’re beautiful’ when she felt his mouth closing in on one of her nipples. 

“Oh… Bucky.” Her eyes rolled back, savoring the moment. It didn’t take long before he was giving the same attention to the other one. 

“You like that, Angel?”

"Yes!" she moaned, her back arching. She ran both hands through his thick hair, trying to keep him in place, but only moaned again as he trailed his tongue down the valley of her breasts and to her navel.

"I need you, sweet angel. I need you so much, it hurts," Bucky panted. He unclasped her shorts and smiled as she lifted her hips to help him remove them and add them to the ever-growing pile of clothing. He met her eyes and smiled as he lowered his head and grasped her panties with his teeth before pulling on them, removing them with her assistance.

A part of her felt bad for teasing him because watching him tear her clothes off was proving to be too much for her coupled with his lips tracing lines back up her legs and his fingers gripping her thighs, Daisy was ready to fall into him again. "Bucky please," She whined, lifting her hips as he brushed his nose over the inside of her thigh. 

"Who's impatient now?" He grinned. 

Daisy groaned earning her a laugh from him as he pushed himself up, hovering over her. Bucky dipped his head and pressed a needy kiss to her lips as he settled between her thighs. She felt one of his hands skate down her body until the pad of his index finger found her clit and began rubbing slow circles. "Not so fun when you're the one being teased is it?" 

She let out a breath, "It's still fun," she smirked, "this was my plan the whole time." 

He raised a brow, lining himself up with her as he continued to stroke her, "Really now?" Bucky asked pushing into her just enough to cause her to gasp. A satisfied smirk fell over his features as he dipped his head to kiss her again, "I've missed that too." 

Daisy groaned, "I need more," She whined softly, her hands roamed down his back until she had a handful of his ass and did her best to pull him to her. "Please," She whispered.

Bucky chuckled as he lowered his head to kiss her deeply, swirling his tongue around hers as he slowly lowered his hips a tiny amount, making Daisy whine. As he pulled away, he panted. "I'm holding myself back sweetheart... if I let go, I'm afraid... I don't want to hurt you."

She lifted her hips to meet him, "You wont," she breathed. "Please." 

Bucky groaned as he shifted his hips sliding further into her making them both moan in pleasure. "I fucking missed you Angel," he breathed as he slowly moved his hips. 

"I missed you," she moaned.

Bucky dropped to rest on his elbows as he bottomed out for a moment, making both of them moan in pleasure. “Fuck." He rested his head on her chest as he panted, then slowly began to move. "You feel so good, angel."

It didn't take long for his hips to start moving at a faster pace. Both of them lost in each other. Daisy tangled her fingers into his hair with one hand, finding purchase on any part of him she could with her other. He nipped and kissed at her skin. She let out a moan as he hit that spot in her, growing her closer to the edge. "Bucky," she moaned.

"I know," he moaned, pumping his hips, making the wood floor creak slightly. "I'm right there with you..."

She had missed this. Having him in her arms and his weight on her. Bucky knew her body like the back of his hand and every kiss he placed on her skin, every where his hands roamed felt like they had been thrown back five years. It was a reminder of everything she had missed out on. Most importantly his love. She pulled him down to her, kissing him as every nerve ending in her body began to spark with the way he was handling her. 

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed his forehead to her own. "Don't leave me again," Bucky whispered desperately as his hips picked up pace. 

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," She replied through breathy moans. He was everything she was missing in the city. She loved her mama and her dad, but Bucky… he felt like home to her and being in his arms was exactly where she needed to be. 

"I can feel you blossom," he groaned, "it's okay," he urged, kissing her, "let go for me." 

Daisy whimpered against his lips as his hand slipped between them and he rubbed fast circles over the throbbing sensitive nub. She gasped again, followed by a string of praises as she fell over the edge into her orgasm.

“That’s it,” he moaned, feeling her clamp down around him as he continued to circle her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm. His own thrusts turned erratic and fast as he grunted. “Fuck ye-s,” he moaned, filling her up. 

As Bucky stilled he removed his hand from her body and propped himself up to lick his fingers clean. Meanwhile Daisy stared up at him. He was her everything and the spot that always felt empty back in the city. Bucky made her feel whole again. 

“James…”

Bucky settled himself over her body again, pushing back the hair stuck to her forehead, "Daisy," he said softly as she stared up at him, "Move in with me." He blurted the words and his eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open slightly as he closed his eyes for a moment. "That's not how I wanted to ask that." 

He slid out of her, rolling onto his back next to her. "You just got home," He said to the roof of the barn, his eyes avoiding hers. Daisy rolled onto her side, a soft smile forming over her lips as she propped herself up onto her elbow watching him work through whatever was going on in his mind. "I want you here," he finally said after a moment, "with me." Bucky rolled his head to the side to look at her, "I meant when I said I wanted the farm to stand for Family and I can't imagine bringing that to life with anyone but you." 

Daisy watched him for a moment, "You want to have a family with me?" 

"Angel, you already are my family." He smiled softly, "I just want to bring my family home." 

She grinned, ignoring the burning sensation behind her eyes as she leaned over to kiss him again. "Yes." She whispered against his lips. 

His smile grew wide as he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her on top of him. "Really?" 

She laughed as he ran his hands down her side, tickling her softly and nodded, "Yes Bucky, Really." 

"Your mama is gonna be pissed if she finds out you're moving here and you just got home." He said smiling as if he really wasn't that worried. 

Daisy laughed, "We'll just bribe her with strawberries." She leaned into him again when he laughed, kissing him like it was the first time again.

Bucky laughed as he placed kiss after kiss on her face and anywhere else he could reach. “Speaking of your mom… don’t you have a welcome home dinner you should be at?” He asked. “I believe we’re going to be a bit late.”

“Shit!” Daisy bolted up and began reaching for her clothes while Bucky laughed. 

He let her rush for a moment before slowing her down. “Easy angel, it’s okay. I told your mom things might run over when we were on the way out to the fields. She didn’t mind at all.”

Daisy sighed. “You’re lucky I love you, Barnes.”

Bucky smiled brightly. “I love you too, my Daisy May.”

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💜 N.S.F.W./18+ READERS ONLY FOR FICS IN PINK 💜

Boys Night Out - Marko/Dwayne/Paul

Happily Ever After - Star/Paul

Vampire Bride - David/Female!Reader, Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Female!Reader

Sequel: Vampire Wife - David/Female!Reader, Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Female!Reader

Sweet Dreams - Marko/Female!Reader

Giving Dwayne a Baby - Dwayne/Female!Reader

Look, But Don't Touch - David/GN!Reader

Trust In Me - David/GN!Reader

Daddy Issues - Michael/TransMasc!Reader

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark - David/Marko/Paul/Dwayne/GN!Reader

Sequel: It's Just Dark - David/Marko/Paul/Dwayne/GN!Reader

Crybaby - David/Michael

Pretty In Pink - David/Michael

Baby Come Back - Dwayne/Female!Reader (sequel to T.L.C.)

Sequel: F is for Fight - Dwayne/Female!Reader

Doctor's Orders - Marko/Female!Reader

Kiss and Make Up pt. 1 - Paul/Dwayne

Kiss and Make Up pt. 2 - Paul/Dwayne

The Boy is Mine - Michael/Female!OC (collab)

Sunkissed - Michael/Female!Reader (collab)

Once Upon a December - David/Female!OC

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[thefuseoftemptation]

THE WHITE NOISE PT.2 ||

PT.I HERE PT.III HERE

THE LOST BOYS X GN!READER

A/N: If you haven’t seen poltergeist—you should watch it (the 1982 film). Side note, I know it’s not in the order of the film but so what.

WARNING(S): cussing, implied/mentions of taken and or missing child. Lmk if there’s more.

“The boys.”

—

The boys?

“Who are the boys, Lad?” You question, nerves making their way into your system.

Nothing.

“Laddie. Who are the boys?” You tired to keep a tone as you repeated the question, though you caught yourself wavering when you spoke. Now, you were getting concerned.

The child only went back to look at the screen, nothing but statics to see, as the noise settled throughout the room. You released a unsteady breath, not sure what to make of the matter or the words Laddie spoke. Rubbing your face, your hands then take the remote.

“Why don’t we turn this off, huh? It’s late. You should be sleeping.” Pressing the button, the tv shut off and the room, quiet.

—

The next morning, it only seemed to get worse. Well, at least from a more smaller perspective. Little things here and there that never by you.

It was seen first when the utensils were…out of shape. Quite literally. Bent, warped, and overall just not their usual form. Cupboards open on their own.

Then there was the glasses. Laddie had requested some more milk later that day and when setting it in front of him—it shattered. And the chairs, while they weren’t necessarily stacked on top of the other like that week, they were moved from their spots under the table. You kept having to put them back and we’re constantly asking Laddie the same repetitive questions of if he moved them. Thinking that his answer would change, but of course, it was the usual.

‘They did it.’

Eventually, you just stopped asking. So each time something happened, it resulted you to looking at the child and then giving that once over as if to say ‘the boys?’ only to have him nod in confirmation.

While it may have been stunning to begin with, you were now growing concerned by how often they happened. If they were here, why is it they only seemed to be more present when Laddie was near?

You remember asking him one time if he could see them, which got you some hesitation before you received a response.

“No. Can you?” The child queried and you shook your head. Maybe he couldn’t see them that time but you were curious to know if in general he could.

—

It went on for the next few days, the later hours were even more questionable. 

You were in the kitchen, leaned up on the counter with the window opened as you smoked. Laddie had been tucked into bed an hour ago and was probably out like a light by now. 

You were thinking if you should have someone come by to check in or even leave temporarily but until Laddie’s parents got back, that wasn’t really an option. You had asked the neighbors early that week if they had experienced any....disturbances, but you only received judged looks in return.  You weren’t sure what the hell to do anymore.

You rubbed your temples, feeling your head begin to hurt. It was too much to think about, too much to handle. Stubbing the bud of the cigarette, you went to leave the kitchen, turning off the lights so you could head to bed.

Halfway up the staircase, you stopped. The sudden sound of the floor creaking never went by your ears, and then you heard it. Or them. They were chuckling, in a manner that left the hairs on your neck standing, and they only got louder the further you went into the house.

You kept turning your head, trying to see where exactly they were at, but it was as if they were everywhere. Upstairs, to the side of you, mouthing by your ear—everywhere. Bringing your hands to your ears to cover them, trying to block it out when they suddenly stopped. 

Though the quiet hadn’t lasted. The sudden sounds of motorcycles could be heard outside.

Since when has that happened? In the month or so you had been here, you’ve never heard them before. Whether they lived here or not, it wasn’t a frequent thing to hear, especially this late. You could see the lights of the bikes through the curtains of the window, lighting up the entirety of the room. 

Then remembering who was just up the stairs—they were going to wake up Laddie.

Heading to the door, you pulled it open but what was there was not what you would’ve expected to see.

It was just the street, empty, with no sign of presence. To be honest, you couldn’t even hear them anymore. It had gone silent the second the door opened. Furrowing your brows, you stared confusingly.

What the hell was that?

—

Upstairs, Laddie was in bed, perched up against the wall. He had heard it too, heard them. They were talking to him. The child was mulling over if he should look for you, but when the closet door creaked and slowly opened, he couldn’t help but forget what was at thought—pulling himself to the end of the bed to get a look at what caused it.

He stared into the closet, nothing in sight but the few boxes that were kept there for storage and some extra sheets that were shelved. But as he looked, he could see just to the corner, was a teddy bear. It was brown and a little scuffed up, probably due to the time it had been there—the house was years old so it could be understood.

It was in question if Laddie should take it. It wasn’t his to touch nor was it very well mannered to just look through other people’s belongings—it was just tempting not to though.

‘Take it Laddie.’

The child could hear them but he had yet to see them. At least then of course. When you had questioned him the other week, he lied, telling you that they weren’t there and that he couldn’t see them. But the truth was—he could. They happened to be there, urging him to not utter a thing. It was only to be between them. Nobody else. 

It wasn’t known but the boys had taken a liking to the child.

Laddie couldn’t listen to more of their repetition—getting up, he goes to get the stuffed toy.

There was a sudden shift, and before you know it, the child was holding onto the bedpost as he was being pulled. There was stuff flying ‘cross the room, being sucked into the unknown. Laddie tried shouting out to you, but it was as if he couldn’t move his mouth.

It went quiet again, the sudden shift stopped and the room went still. The child nowhere in sight, and the only thing that could be seen was the teddy bear on the floor in front of the closet which was now shut.

—

They weren’t just suddenly here. The boys. It was like they had been waiting? Maybe it was why the house was on the market as long as it was and why it happened to be let go so quickly and willing. Sure, these must have been happening previous to you being there but was it ever to this extent? You we’re going to have to speak with the seller, because it was never put on the table when you signed the papers.

You were so confused honestly.

Shutting the door, you lean against it, trying to think—trying to make sense of what was going on.

Where had they been coming from then if they weren’t really there? Were you sleeping or was it real?

Sighing, you rub your face. Figuring you were just not getting enough sleep, as of lately, and went back upstairs. Just as you were going to head to your room, you stopped when you thought to check on Laddie.

The door was cracked, like how you left it. But upon opening it, there was a sudden tug at your chest.

The child was nowhere in sight. Nowhere to be seen. And the room—was utterly fucked.

You tried not to think too much into it. ‘He probably got up to use the bathroom.’ So turning heel, you head down the hall. The light wasn’t on and when knocking, you were only met with no answer. You turned the knob and peak in but it was empty. No sign of presence or something to let you know he had been there.

Okay, now you were getting concerned. The fear creeping in as you began running back and forth throughout the house, checking each and every room, any little crevice he could’ve nudged his way through or into—shouting out to the 11 year old.

“Laddie?”

Nothing. You look in the kitchen, maybe he got some milk—

No.

“It ain’t funny bud, come on.” When you still got no response in return, you yelled.

“Laddie, it’s late and you shouldn’t be up! Come on out, no more of this!”

You felt the tears fleeing when there was still nothing. Your chest suddenly felt tight, and you breaths were coming out uneven.

Where the hell was he?

You knew Laddie wouldn’t just leave. As much as you thought of the many things the child could get up to, none of them seemed to be settling well with you because you knew none of them were true. He wasn’t like that.

“Laddie!” You cry out.

Nothing.

But then you heard it. Heard him.

It was downstairs. Running, or more of fuckin leaping over to skip the steps, you stopped at the bottom trying to listen again. When you heard no word, you called out.

“Lad?”

“Y/N.”

Trudging down the hall and turning the corner, you were met with the living room, greeted by the television and its statics.

You weren’t quite sure if you remember it even being on when you were in the kitchen earlier but it wasn’t necessarily something to be focused on now. You checked the room, seeing that he wasn’t in there you went to leave and go look further when you stopped—hearing the voice.

“Y/N.”

You turned back ‘round, studying the room once more. You just heard him in here, but there was no sign of him.

Suddenly looking to the television and slowly making your way to it. The statics settled throughout the stilled and quiet room, its noise filling your ears. With your head leaned to the side and furrowing your brows, your hands go up to rest against it.

It was tingling. Almost like it was breathing underneath your palms. Sighing you went to get up but just as you got to your feet, you heard it.

His voice.

“Y/N.”

Your mouth parted and your eyes went wide, slowly sitting back down in front of the television. There were so many questions but none of them seemed like they could be answered to with certainty.

“Laddie?”

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A/N: I swear the boys will be more in the next part, when and if, that is to be released.

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❝my child❞

✭ pairing : poly lost boys x reader

✭ fandom : the lost boys

✭ summary : (y/n) is a vampire and a member of the Lost Boys, a powerful gang of biker vampires who control Santa Carla's boardwalk. Despite her immortal nature, Y/N yearns for the impossible dream of having children, much like human women. Her fixation shifts to a lone traveler, whom she believes is destined to be the child of her and the Lost Boys, setting the stage for a unique and unconventional tale of desire and destiny in the vampire underworld.

✭ authors note : ooh aged down star here and I think ima start writing for something other then twilight because no offense twilights taking up my page 😂 I’m not just a twilight franchise writer, I write for various movies, tv shows and series

✭ the lost boys masterlist

The Santa Carla boardwalk was bustling with life as (Y/N) walked hand in hand with her four vampire companions: Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and David. They were known as the Lost Boys, the notorious group of nocturnal creatures that ruled the night in this coastal town. For (Y/N), they were more than just companions; they were her mates, her official but unofficial husbands in the eyes of their vampiric society.

As they strolled among the neon lights, a sense of melancholy crept over her. Children ran by, laughter and joy emanating from their every move. Parents watched over them with love and pride, and the longing in (Y/N)'s heart deepened. She knew that as a vampire, she could never experience the joy of parenthood. Vampires couldn't reproduce, and that realization weighed heavily on her.

(Y/N) glanced at her boys beside her, their immortal beauty accentuated by the boardwalk lights. Their existence was eternal, but it was also devoid of the simple pleasures of human life. While they didn't age, they were forever frozen in time, unable to grow, change, or have children of their own. A pang of sadness washed over her as she wished for something she could never have.

Later that night, as they returned to their hidden lair deep in the cliffs overlooking the Pacific, (Y/N) nestled herself in the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows. She was wrapped up tightly, seeking comfort from the emotional storm brewing within her. Unbeknownst to her, the Lost Boys could feel her emotions, her sadness radiating like a palpable energy in the room.

Dwayne, always the most observant of the group, spoke up. "Did anyone else notice (Y/N) unusual behavior today on the boardwalk?" His voice was soft but laced with concern.

David, the leader of the Lost Boys, nodded. "Yes, I did. She seemed...distressed."

Marko and Paul exchanged glances, equally troubled by the apparent sadness in their mate's heart. "You think she's craving something?" Paul asked, voicing the thought that lingered in all their minds.

Dwayne sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "It's possible. She was watching the children and their families."

David's eyes darkened as he considered the implications. They all knew that satisfying this desire wouldn't be easy. They couldn't simply snatch a random child, not only because it would be cruel but also because it would anger (Y/N) beyond measure.

"We need to find a way to make her happy," David said finally. "We owe it to her. She's given up so much to be with us."

Marko nodded in agreement. "Let's figure this out, together. (Y/N) deserves our best efforts."

Paul chimed in, determination in his voice. "We can't give her a child, but maybe we can find something else that will fill that void in her heart."

As the boys huddled together, their bond as strong as ever, they were united by a single goal: to bring happiness to the woman they cherished above all else, even if it meant navigating the complex emotions of parenthood they could never truly understand.

The night was still young, and only a few hours remained until the dreaded sunrise. The boys knew they had to act quickly to address the longing that had gripped their mate, (Y/N). With determined hearts, they mounted their motorcycles and rode down to Max's store on the boardwalk. The neon lights of Santa Carla painted the night in an eerie glow as they approached the familiar establishment.

Maria, Max's human employee, greeted them with a warm smile as they entered the store. "Hey, boys. Max is in his office."

The boys nodded in thanks and headed toward Max's office. They didn't waste any time with pleasantries when they walked in, their faces etched with worry and anxiety.

Max, reclined in his office chair, raised an eyebrow at their seemingly disrespectful entrance. "What's got you all so riled up?" he asked, his tone tinged with annoyance.

David stepped forward, his voice steady but full of concern. "Max, we need your advice and assistance. (Y/N) is going through something, and we don't know how to help her."

Max leaned back, his curiosity piqued. "Go on."

David took a deep breath and explained the situation. "Our mate wants a baby, Max. She's been feeling this emptiness, a desire that we can't fulfill. We can't just take someone's child; that's not who we are."

Max nodded thoughtfully, steepling his fingers. "It's not uncommon for a female vampire to experience these feelings from time to time," he mused. "Left unchecked, it can become problematic."

Marko, his anxiety growing, couldn't help but speak up. "So what do you suggest we do?"

Max regarded them with a knowing look. "Santa Carla is teeming with runaways and lost souls, boys. Finding an unsuspecting victim on the streets should not be a challenge. It would be a temporary solution to ease her pain."

The boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, the weight of Max's suggestion settling on their consciences. It was a dark and morally questionable path, one they had always tried to avoid.

But as the seconds ticked away, they realized they were running out of time to make a decision. The coming dawn reminded them of their own immortality and the fleeting nature of the night.

"Thank you, Max," David said, gratitude in his eyes. "We'll consider it."

Max nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Remember, boys, sometimes the choices we make for the ones we love aren't easy."

With that, the boys left Max's office, the weight of their decision heavy on their shoulders. They knew they had to find a way to bring happiness to (Y/N), but at what cost? The night held its secrets, and they had a long, dark road ahead of them.

The next night, the boys and their mate, (Y/N), found themselves once again on the bustling Santa Carla boardwalk. (Y/N) leaned against Dwayne, her head resting on his shoulder, as they walked in sync with the rhythmic ebb and flow of the crowd.

David, always watchful, scanned the surroundings, his eyes darting from person to person. (Y/N) noticed his vigilant demeanor and furrowed her brows. "Is everything okay, David?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Paul, never one to hide the truth from (Y/N), stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to tell you something, (Y/N). Max suggested a solution to your...desires. David is likely keeping an eye out for a child."

(Y/N)'s expression shifted from curiosity to a deep frown. She gave Paul a sad smile and shook her head. "You don't have to do that, boys. I appreciate your efforts, but we don't need to..."

Her words were cut short as she suddenly stopped walking. A bewildered look crossed the faces of the boys as they watched her go silent. Concern etched lines into their brows as they approached her.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Dwayne asked softly.

Her gaze was distant, her senses focused on something they couldn't perceive. "Do you hear that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the boardwalk.

The boys exchanged puzzled glances. "Hear what?" Marko questioned.

"My child," (Y/N) said, her voice quivering with emotion. "It's calling out to me."

With newfound determination, (Y/N) moved quickly through the crowd, following an invisible pull that only she could sense. The boys exchanged glances again, realization dawning upon them.

"Guess the hunt's on," David remarked, and they followed her, careful not to lose sight of her in the bustling crowd.

As they ventured deeper into the night, they lost sight of (Y/N) for a moment. Anxiety gripped them until, finally, she reappeared with a bright smile that illuminated her face. She held the hand of a young girl, no more than seven or eight years old, with big, innocent eyes.

"Boys, meet Star," (Y/N) said, her eyes shining with happiness. "She wants to hang with us tonight. Is that alright?"

The boys gazed at the child, their hearts heavy with the weight of their decision. But when they saw the genuine joy in (Y/N)'s eyes, they couldn't deny her this moment of happiness.

"Yeah, baby, she can hang," Paul said with a reassuring smile, and then the rest of the boys welcomed Star into their nocturnal world, hoping that this newfound connection would bring solace to (Y/N) and fill the void that had haunted her for so long.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys #the lost boys masterlist #david x reader #david x y/n #david x you #david imagine #david imagines #marko imagine #marko imagines #marko x reader #marko x you #marko x y/n #paul imagines #paul imagine #paul x reader #paul x you #paul x y/n #dwayne x reader #dwayne x y/n #dwayne x you #dwayne imagine #dwayne imagines

[spidercookie18]

#Leave rankings in the tags #if u have rankings for pairs

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #mine are David/ Michael #and David/Marko #sorta a good cop bad cop kinda vibe #tumblr polls #fandom polls #my chapters are sooo long im gonna start doing one shots #🩷 #smut poll #reblog for larger sample size

[mo-ok]

TWICE. LOST GALAXY HAS SHOWN AN UNSUITED GINGAMAN CHARACTER T W I C E. FIRST GOUKI AND NOW SHELINDA I AM LOSING MY MIND

#like did they just not care or did they assume no one would notice #i guess tbf i can see how the lil Shelinda could have gone unnoticed but the gouki one was so so bad #but its so fucking funny #cause when the episode started i thought 'oh this is about Damon - i wonder if they are gonna pull from the Hayate v Shelinda fight' #and then thought 'nah Shelinda isnt in a suit they cant really use any of that footage' #only to eat my fucking words cause they used a long shot with her vibing in the damn corner lmao #before watching gingaman i just couldnt ever get in to lost galaxy but oh boy am i so glad i gave it another shot #the way they use parts of ginga feels so bizzare and delightful #idk how to explain it but it just FEELS different to how other pr seasons feel... #maybe im just too attached to gingaman lmao #or maybe its the super jarring colour and quality change every time we jump to gingaman footage 😂😂😂 #lost galaxy

[random-imagines-blog]

On The Edge {Lost Boys! x Female!Reader}

Wordcount: 3272 Summary: You run into the Lost Boys as your own dangerous plan is nearing completion. Notes: Probably the darkest thing on this blog to date. Murder, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood.

This wasn’t your best plan. There were many, many potential flaws to it that were glaringly obvious as it started to gain headway. It seemed so much better on paper - illegal, definitely, dangerous inherently but desperate times call for desperate measures. You refused to be hurt anymore. You refused to be abused by your partner any longer. It was time to take action, to finally do something that was a long time coming. So you invited him to go on a camping trip to ‘work on your your relationship’ and ‘have some private time’. And you proposed that this happened at a place where a lot of his best childhood memories were formed - Santa Carla. You could pitch a tent near the beach, hang out on the boardwalk. He was excited at being alone and around strangers, not your friends who questioned you about any bruises or scratches or swelling you may have. You were excited by all of the missing persons posters that you had seen about the Santa Carla region, coming as far as your own city a fair distance off. In a town where it seems like everyone goes missing, surely one more would not be noticed.

You were going to turn your boyfriend into the victim for once. Police didn’t help, womens shelters barely did anything because he would always barge in and they became scared of him as well, your family had all been thoroughly threatened as had your friends until you barely had anyone left but him. Only your sister, only your sister who you warned to stay away for her own good, stay away from this plan of yours in case you got caught. A lifetime in jail didn’t seem like a bad price to pay, honestly. Maybe you could pretend to be crazy and go into solitary, not have to deal with other inmates.

The air was beginning to smell more and more like the ocean. A salty twinge to it that wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Your boyfriend was in a good mood. He had the music playing, he had all of the windows down so that the air was rushing through the car, making your hair go a little bit wild. Making you feel a little like you were going to get an earache from it but you didn’t dare complain. You didn’t want to ruin this mood of his. “There it is,” He said, growing excited. “Fuck, look at that roller coaster. It was a deathtrap when I was young. Looks the exact same,” He laughed, and then turned his head to you, tilting it slightly. “And I’m taking you on it. Over. And over. Until I feel the same feeling that I got when I was young. So you better not puke on me.”

You shuddered at the thought. “Of course I won’t - I’ll ... make sure not to eat anything before.”

“Good. Don’t. You hardly look like you need the chili cheese fries anyway.”

Another jab. You hadn’t been insecure about your weight before you started dating him. It was just another consequence. Something else to feel ashamed of. Just like everything from your hair to your personality to your job to your parents. Just a couple more hours. Just wait until nightfall and it’s all going to be over.

Roller Coasters can be thrilling, exciting, scream worthy, bring on a crazy adrenaline rush. At least, the first couple of times. If you space out your trips to amusement parks too, it can last quite a while. But going on time after time as your boyfriend tried to reach some childhood part of himself - that wasn’t fun. It was sickening. You were already feeling dizzy, head-ache ridden and nauseated from the lack of food, made even worse by the fact that your boyfriend ate two full corndogs and some fries right in front of you, not even offering you a bite, refusing you even water. And then riding the coaster over and over and over.

Thank god for the rain. As the clouds started to come over, and your boyfriend cursed you for your horrible idea of being out here, you couldn’t stop smiling. He ran to the car and he locked you out for a good while, keeping the heat on for himself, getting dry. Once you were at the point of shivering, he let you in, but bitched about getting the inside of his car wet. He drove you to the campsite that you had picked out earlier. He left you in charge of it, AKA making you do the work while he stayed toasty warm. You set up the tent in the rain, you tried to get the sleeping bags in it as dryly as possible. But you refused to be miserable. You’d be free soon.

He had the audacity of demanding a fire. In the rain. No matter how many times you tried to explain to him that you couldn’t work miracles, he would not listen. He ended up hitting you, knocking you down onto the ground and then went into the tent, zipping it up behind him. Leaving you in the rain again as another punishment. But this was the last time that you were going to sit around and wait for him to let you in.

You went to the car and opened up the trunk where coolers and backpacks were stored, your food and clothing for the weekend. You packed most of them yourself, your boyfriend not liking to do any of the work unless it’s in a position of control, where he can terrify you, like being behind the wheel of the car. There were two coolers. One for food, mostly just cool snacks because you could get the rest at the boardwalk, and one for drinks. It was in the snack one that you had stashed a small hatchet beneath all of the ice. It was freezing cold as you took it out, the very cold water sticking to your arm as you pulled it out. A wooden handle. It glinted against the lit-up interior of the car beautifully. You couldn’t believe that you were going to do this, that you were going to become a murderer. It was a daunting thing but - you had been pushed too far. You slammed the trunk closed, an audible banging sound that could be heard through the rain.

“What the fuck are you doing out there?” Your boyfriend’s cranky voice came out of the tent. It started to unzip. “You better not be eating anything, I told you once, I told you a thousand times, I can’t be seen dating some fat pig-”

He wasn’t able to add more insults to the barrage that was evidently going to come out of his mouth. You held the handle tightly and you swung as he attempted to climb out, going right through his head. The amount of blood that started to seep out, that got over your hands and your clothes, it surprised you. You let go of the handle and took a couple of steps back, hardly believing what you had just done. He was still kneeling. Blood was pouring down his forehead, starting to drop off of his chin and onto the dirt below. He made some strangled noises, and then fell over dead. There was no denying it. You could see parts of his brain. You could see -

Despite not eating anything, despite holding strong for the roller coasters, you were just now throwing up. You ducked behind some bushes and emptied your stomach. The rich, coppery, hot smell of the blood was making you feel even worse. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand which was a big mistake because now you could taste it, on top of everything.

“Oh, lookie here boys,” A loud and brash voice said from nearby. You froze like a dear in headlights. With blood on you, with the puddle of vomit - there’s no way that you weren’t guilty. There’s no way that they wouldn’t just pick you up and bring you to the police right away. Boys. Which probably meant they were bigger and stronger than you. “Someone got to him before we did.”

A sickening squelch. You took a few tentative steps then crouched down behind some large plants. It was rather overgrown out here, which made you wonder - what were they doing here? You could make out four people, but just barely. There was only moonlight. They didn’t have flashlights on them, so it was more so their shapes. Long shapes. One of them was holding something - the hatchet.

“But the question is - who?” A much less playful voice asked.

“Maybe that girl of his got him good,” One of the others laughed.

“Lizzie Borden’d his ass,” Another said, chuckling. It really was dark, you couldn’t make out who was where or who was saying anything or where they were, actually. Which was why it was a huge surprise when one of them grabbed you from behind. Right by the collar of your clothing, pulling you up and out. Walking you in closer. One of the four men had found you, since you were now facing three of them. More out in the open, with the moonlight reflecting off of the close by water, you were able to see them more clearly. One with bright blonde hair. One with hair as dark as the first’s was bright. One with golden hair that was close to his head. You couldn’t see the one that was holding you but you could feel the leather glove that he was wearing on his hand. They were all staring at you. Taking in the blood.

“Please don’t call the cops,” You pleaded. “I swear, I had a good reason for doing this.”

“We know,” The same deep voice that had asked who might have done this said from behind you. From the one that was holding you. He let go of you, gave you a little shove forward. Your feet stepped against the blood-soaked dirt. You stumbled, falling onto the body. Or you almost did, but the dark haired man took hold of your arm and steadied you.

“Careful,” He muttered. You tried to get your footing back, but your legs felt like jelly. The dark-haired one kept a hand on you. It didn’t feel like he was holding you down, but keeping you up. The rain was slowing down, but it still fell heavy and yet - none of them seemed to be bothered by it. Not the way that you were.

The one that had been holding you came more into the light. His hair was light, like the others. But shorter. Handsome in a way that would have intimidated your boyfriend. He wouldn’t have wanted any of these men coming near you at all, would have accused you of being a tease, of being a whore, of being a disease-ridden slut. You could hear it even though you were aware that you would never hear his voice again.

“We were going to take care of that,” The one who had been holding you said.

“But you beat us to it,” The other bright blonde said, a smile staying on his face despite the gore. “Go ahead and feed boys. No sense wasting a meal.”

To my complete and utter surprise, slurping sounds started to commence. The sound of bones breaking. But there was no crying out - your boyfriend was well and truly dead. “What was your plan for him?”

“I - I did it,” You admitted. “That was all I thought of. I - I just needed to do that one step.” The blonde man laughed, but it didn’t seem mocking, so you continued. “It’s Santa Carla. It has the reputation of being - the murder capital in the world. I thought it would be perfect. We went camping. We got in a fight. He went for a walk and he just - never came back. What are you doing to him?”

“That is a good plan,” The blonde nodded. “And lucky you. You ran into the reason why the city is called that.” He must have had a flashlight on him for a light suddenly flickered on in the darkness. Your eyes took a minute to adjust before you finally saw the carnage in front of you.

Your boyfriend was next to nothing now. The other three had his blood all over their faces, on their clothes. They didn’t look human, barely even close now. Their faces were way more angular than human faces were. The fangs were apparent, glowing in the light. Their eyes were just tiny pinpricks against the dark, but lit up from inside. They kept on drinking, feeding, even as they looked at you. Your heartbeat started to race as you took in what they were. You weren’t just familiar with the horrors of life, but of movies and media as well.

Vampires.

You didn’t struggle or even tried to run. You weren’t afraid of death. Just of who was going to be the one that would put you in the grave. You thought for so long it was going to be that dead man. That he was going to lose control and hit you too hard, or that he was going to bang your head off of the wrong thing. A useless, pathetic and sad death. At least if these vampires were to kill you, it had a purpose. You’d be their nourishment. A silver lining. The damn silver linings that you had to find for everything in your life in order to keep going on.

“We saw how he talked to you on the boardwalk,” The dark haired one said, dropping your boyfriend’s arm onto the ground.

“Yeah, that wasn’t cool,” The other blonde said, trying to wipe some of the blood out of his hair, inadvertently adding more in.

“We were going to take care of it for yah, as a little gift,” The curly haired one said. He started to gather up the body parts in a bag. You didn’t question about where the parts were going. You didn’t want to know. “But damn, look at you, taking initiative. Smashing his brains in with a hatchet. Good girl.”

Good girl. Those were words that you haven’t heard since you came home from school as a kid with a giant A on your homework. You didn’t do good in your boyfriends eyes. You did ‘fine’ and he made it sound like it was such a bad thing. But here you were, being praised by a vampire for ending a life. Those words, the compliment, it was such a relief to you that you fell down upon your knees and started sobbing. You couldn’t even explain the emotions that were going through you in that moment. It was all so overwhelming. The guys paused what they were doing and were looking at each other, and then towards David. It was obvious who their leader was.

They let you get it out. They looked a little uncomfortable, which was nearly comedic. Four vampires standing around, not knowing what to do while a woman cried. “Uhh - did we scare you that much?” The other blonde asked, scratching the back of his head. “Or - shit, you’re not having regrets are you?”

“No, no, not at all,” You said, shaking your head. “It’s just a relief. That he’ll never hit me again or call me stupid and other names. It’s finally over.”

“Yeah, it is,” The stricter blonde said from behind you. He offered out a hand and you took it, pulling yourself up with his help. “We shouldn’t stick around the crime scene for too long though.”

“You want in on any of this David?” The curly haired one asked. “You didn’t get a drink.”

“I’ll feed later,” The one called David said. “It’s not too late to pick up some take-out.” They all sniggered like this was some sort of private joke to them, even though it sounded entirely corny. But you laughed with them anyways. Your boyfriend’s death had a big grand purpose of freeing you and feeding three monsters who had come to do you a favor. He looked at you, his face settling  back into something more human like. More handsome. Porcelain skin on the lot of them. “What will you do now?”

What were you going to do? “That’s a good question,” You admitted. “I - umm - maybe I’ll clean out the tent, move it to another spot that’s not so bloody. Get some sleep. Maybe I’ll take a walk around the boardwalk, get to try the foods that he wouldn’t let me eat last time. Enjoy the beach. If I go back too quickly, there’ll be questions as to why I just left him there, I figure. His friends would notice.”

His friends. A group of assholes as big as he was. It wasn’t just your boyfriend’s comments that you had to put up with over the years. It was theirs too. And now you had no reason to ever see them again. That brought another smile to your face.

“Should we let her sleep in a bloody old tent, Marco?” The bright blonde asked.

“I don’t know Paul. What do you think, Dwayne?”

“I don’t think it would be right. After what she did, I’d say she deserves a bed. What do you think, David?”

They seemed quite used to all of this back and forth. Swinging like a pendulum, this conversation. “I think you’re right, Dwayne,” David said. You noticed then that he was still holding your hand from when he had helped you up. Surprisingly soft. And unsurprisingly cold. “We have a bed. It’s open. We don’t use it.”

“Speak for yourself,” Paul said with a laugh, nudging Dwayne. Dwayne didn’t find it as funny. He kept looking at me. Marco was still collecting the body parts in a bag.

“It would be suspicious if you were found walking around on your own just fine, and as much as our goal is to eliminate the police force, we’re doing it slowly to keep it more fun,” David explained.

You hardly took the time to think about it. You were a murderer, and they were vampires - in a way, you felt like two of a kind.

“Okay,” You nodded.

Your life changed that night. You bit the hand that slapped, and then these boys tore it off. You didn’t go back home. The car was found near your campgrounds with blood all over the ground, the tent. You left the coolers, the keys in the ignition, but had taken some of your things, your clothes, with you. The cops found it after some of your boyfriend’s friends called to Santa Carla, reporting him missing. After the car and the blood was found, a couple of missing posters went up throughout the town, on the boardwalk, but were soon covered with other ones. Your face was covered, his face was covered, by more and more victims. No one came looking for you, and you just became another cold case to add to the hundreds. And to be fair to them, you were dead. But you were walking. There were a few ‘sightings’ of you on the boardwalk at night, hanging out with four of the trouble making boys. Max’s boys. Being on the back or their motorcycles. A place of pride, holding onto David. But you never did go back to your hometown again. You had a new place to call home. Santa Carla, the murder capital of the USA.

#The Lost Boys #The Lost Boys Oneshot #The Lost Boys x reader #Movie oneshots #movie #horror #horror oneshots #x reader #oneshot #one shot #non request

[starthelostboys]

#pretend that the rest of the boys and star are in this shot okay #there's not one with all five of them together #the lost boys #tlb #my edits #kate's bad takes