Irish people; The faeries aren’t real
Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring
Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.
Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.
My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.
^^^ that part
This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.
Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.
This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.
Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.
I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.
And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.
You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.
So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)
Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.
They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.
Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.
The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.
If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.
^ So much good advice in this post right here
I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.
Don’t go near big trees in the night
If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night
I have broken all these rules.
I’ve seen some shit.
If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.
One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.
You think it’s the neighbor kids.
It’s not the neighbor kids.
Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.
So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.
If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.
Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.
Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.
Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.
Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂
Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes.
Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering.
I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.
We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you).
But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.
I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night.
Faeries and Wee Folk and Liminal Spaces, oh myyyy…
I just…yes. This. All of this. And then some.
You don’t have to understand it. You don’t have to believe in it.
But if you know what’s good for you, DON’T FUCK WITH IT.
“Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely. If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him. I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.”
— Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.
All of this is the same reversed as well.
happy new year from that one yo little brother bitch because i’m still alive and still high off my own bullshit
“Look at your reflection in the mirror. You’re a creature of the night Michael, just like out of a comic book! You’re a vampire Michael! My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. You wait ‘till mom finds out, buddy!”
Movies Watched in 2016 | The Lost Boys (1987)
“Imagine it’s New Years Eve and the clock is counting down. You don’t have anyone to kiss and the Lost Boys take it upon themselves to fix that. Also could Michael, Star, and Laddie be apart of the group? Like they’ve fed? Also Michael and Star are together in this???”
How can I say no to you?
For New Years 💜💚
@thelostgirl-crylittlesister @rem-rod-thepsychgod. @poedamnsexy
You walked around the boardwalk, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. Your friend and his boyfriend following you, laughing along to whatever joke they were sharing between themselves. It was loud. There was no other way to describe it.
New Years Eve in Santa Carla.
Drunk surf-Nazis, stoned teens, and the couples. Familes everywhere, struggiling to keep their kids with them. It was like this every year you showed up. You couldn’t help but wish to be apart of all the fun like any other time you were visiting. But this time it just felt like a drag without your boyfriend. Well… Ex boyfriend. It wasn’t that you missed him, you didn’t honestly. You felt better without him. But it seems like every time you sort of forget about him, someone has to bring him up and ask how you’re doing.
Grammy: “You and Tom were so perfect for one another. This is just a bit of a break right?”
Grampa: “Why’d you break up with him? I liked him. Had a good job that one.”
Sam: “Are you alright? I know how much you liked him…”
Hell the only two people that seemed really okay with what you did were the Frog brothers. They haven’t even brought it up with you, and always shut down Sam or others when they brought him up. But they couldn’t be around to stop everyone all the time. It seemed your friends wanted to constantly make you miserable.
“Hey (Y/N) you’re not still thinking of Thomas are you?” Eddy asked, leaning into his boyfriend, Devin. You sighed, rubbing your temple, trying not to sound too annoyed. “No… I really wasn’t. Ya know… Until ya brought him up. Again.” You could practically here the apologetic smile in his voice. “Sorry kid… I was thinking about later tonight.” This caused you to stop, turning to look at him.
“What do you mean later tonight?” This caused Devin to laugh a bit, astonishment in his voice. “(Y/N)… It’s New Years eve. You and Tommy always got a front row to the ball dropping from the coaster and made a huge deal about slobbering all over one another.” You scoffed, “We did not slobber.” You continued walking along, pushing people out of your way as nicely as you could. Devin ran up to your right side as Eddy caught up to your left. Both boys linked arms with you. Eddy raised a brow, “You never answered kid.” You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway.
You jumped a bit, startling both of them, “I’m actually planning to meet someone, we’ve been talking since yesterday morning. I don’t know who they are-” you narrowed your eyes and tried your best at a sultry voice “-but that’s part of the attraction.” You laughed and tried something else at the horrified looks on the boys faces. “I plan to find the most handsome or gorgeous person on this boardwalk and kiss the life out of them.” You laughed a bit, loving the warmth the boys provided. Devin leaned closer to you, side-eyeing Eddy. “I don’t think Eddy would want you smooching the gorgeous out of me. But, if you insist.” He leaned in, making his lips look like a fishes mouth.
“Ugh, as if!” You joked, doging his face, letting Eddy take the blow to his cheek. You laughed, ducking away from the boys, letting them engulf one another. “You two do what you gotta, I’m gonna see if I can find my people.” Eddy groaned pulling away from Devin’s onslaught of kisses. “Why do you always hang with them, they make me uncomfortable.” You scrunched your face in displeasure, “I never said you were invited. Besides you can chill out on the beach and get sand in your ass.” You knew Eddy was going to bitch, but knowing that in advance doesn’t lessen the annoyance. “They don’t like you either ya know.” You bolted away before Devin could respond, looking for your family away from home.
It took a bit of time but you finally spotted a head of blonde hair. “Laddie!” The boy whipped around, a bright smile on his face at hearing your voice. “(Y/N)! You’re back!” You ran up to him, bending down to pick him up. You didn’t need to put much work in it, seeing as a gust of wind seemed to push him up in the air. You rolled your eyes, hoping no one saw that. “How’s my main man!” You heard his childish laughter behind your head. “I thought Tom was your main man.” You groaned putting him down. “Not anymore Laddie. Not anymore.” You grabbed his hand, watching his face process what you just said. “But…-” he started out,“-but who’ll you kiss tonight?”
Ugh! Not him too. Why can’t everyone just let you leave Tom in the past. You opened your mouth, ready to explain to Laddie that you don’t need to kiss anyone when a pair of arms wrapped around your stomach. “You need someone to kiss tonight?” You blushed at the voice, but frowned shaking your head. “I don’t need to kiss anyone David.” You looked back at the platinum blonde behind you, a lazy shit eating grin on his face. The rest of the boys behind you as well, including Star.
You let go of Laddie’s hand as he ran over to where Michael and Star were standing. You pried David’s arms off of you, placing your hand on his cheek. “Any other time I might be excited to see you David, but ya killed the feeling.” The smell of a copper penny stagnant in the air, made you gag while you let go of David’s face. “Apparently the feeling isn’t the only thing you’ve killed tonight.” A sharp laugh broke you out of your dramatic reaction. “Oh shut up Paul.” You spared a glance toward David, giving him an apologetic smile at his raised eyebrow. You walked away towards Paul, giving him a tight hug, his laughter stopping. “Aw I missed you too babe, look at you all single and cute.” You pushed him off rolling your eyes, saying hi to the others.
You figured you might as well tell them now before they tick you off. “Okay here’s the thing-” you grabbed Michael’s leather jacket, (he was already handing it to you anyway) putting it on. It made you look like a dwarf in size but it made you feel suddenly safe in public, with the contact “-Yes I broke up with Tom. Yes I’m fine. I’m hella chill about it.” You smiled at the groans coming from everyone but Star and Laddie. “No, I’m sadly not kissing anyone tonight, but again I’m fine with it. Can I just have fun with you guys?” You looked around, a pleading look on your face.
A puff of smoke blew into your face from David, his head tilted to the side with his eyes narrowed. “What?” You asked, anxious laughter in your voice. He always had a way of making your stomach do flip-flops. It was the way he would stare at you, like he could read everything about you and know you more than you did. Before you could say anything he chuckled and turned around, walking away.
You sighed and followed along, feeling a hand wrap around your wrist. Looking up seeing Dwayne avoid your gaze. “Dwayne bud if you wanted to hold my hand you should’ve just said so.” You joked, prying your wrist away from him but grabbing his hand instead. He sighed looking down at you. “Wanna go get something to eat?” You laughed and clutched your throat, giving him wide eyes. “Dwayne I thought you liked me being around?” This got a chuckle from him, making you smile as he pulled you away from everyone, heading towards a small little boardwalk restaurant called Hunan Delight. You looked at the menu, trying to find anything that the two of you would like. That wasn’t that hard seeing that he always ate what you ate, giving you the rest of what he had.
You decided on General Tso’s chicken and sat down. After 5 minutes of silence you sighed, tossing some rice at the man across from you. “Okay what’s the deal? You and I are normaly talking at this point.” This earned a small smiled from Dwayne as he continued to chew, choosing to ignore your inquiry. You scrunched your face and kept at it. Every minute or so you would ask a question and get either ignored or he would spout some random bullshit. Finally you gave up and just continued eating, letting your mind wonder while you stared at the man in front of you. He got your attention with a cough and a serious face. “Hey (Y/N)… you gonna stay the night tonight?” You gave him a soft smile at the question, knowing the deeper meaning. “I don’t know yet… I’m still thinking. But it won’t be long from now.” He leaned forward placing a hand on your cheek, allowing you to lean into it. “Don’t think too long. You and I both know how David gets while waiting. Plus we already care about you a surprisingly huge ass amount to let you go.” He leaned back, taking his hand with him. You laughed, “Plus I know too much.”
He joined your laughter, putting the rest of his food on your tray. As soon as you finished he grabbed your hand, pulling you to the carousel. You sighed, pulling him to a stop when you saw it. “Come on, everytime we go on there someone gets in trouble.” This earned another smile, “We’re not going on there, I’m just switching you over.” This left you confused, but before you could do anything, he grabbed your face and you instinctively closed your eyes. The next thing you knew, Dwayne’s lips were pressed against yours, moving slowly. Almost as if he was giving you an out if you wanted it. His lips were soft, and warm. Lucky the smell of blood wasn’t too strong. You thought it was a bit weird that you didn’t want to stop him anytime soon. It’s not like you were in love with him, but you would be lying if you never thought about this before. Almost as soon as it started, it ended. You couldn’t even say anything to him, because he was already walking away from you.
“What the fuck…” Before you could process any of what just happened, you felt fingers tugging at your hair. “So you ready?” You turned to look at Paul, an eyebrow raised in confusion. You wanted to ask him if he saw what happened with you and Dwayne, but you didn’t know how to go about it. “Ready for what?” You asked, inwardly groaning as he pulled you to the rides. “I wanna take you on the twister!” This caused you to actually let out a groan, making Paul laugh. “Are you kidding me? I don’t want to go on that thing!” Your protests were ignored as he pushed his way through the line, pulling you behind him. You turned to look at everyone and apoligize to them, but it seemed like mostly locals. You cringed at the fact that whenever you turn, they’ll be afraid to speak up to you too.
You stopped at the front of the line with Paul, watching the Twister go. It was already making you feel sick to your stomach. It went like this: Two people get into one compartment and continuing standing as a saftey-bar is placed at their waists and the door is shut on them. The little compartment gets raised into the air and after what seems like forever starts spinning. It’ll start slow and then just start ripping it. You always managed to avoid going on it, but after befriending the boys (and Star) they found out that you were afraid of heights.
-“Hey it’s not just heights! You can see out of that little death room they put you in and you’re not fully secure. THEN you start moving like fuckin helicopter blades!”-
After hearing that, they’ve done everything they can to get you on it. After countless attempts, you finally told them you would get on it on the last day of the year. You were hoping they would forget. But, looking at a bouncing Paul, you should’ve realized that he never would. He was always about pushing you out of your comfort zone and trying to get you to have fun. You didn’t notice the ride had ended until you saw dizzy people walking out of the exit.
“You ready scaredy cat?” Paul asked, not waiting long for your answer or giving the ticket boy a ticket. You sighed when the boy didn’t refuse the two of you from walking in. 'Of fucking course.’ You thought to yourself. “Hold up you freakin maniac.” You laughed a bit as he walked around, finding the best compartment. When he found it, you had already had your hair in a ponytail -no matter who hard it was, you almost broke the scrunchy…again- and your heart in your throat. Paul opened the door like he would for a date, smiling triumphantly as you slowly stepped in.
You both stood there and watched as a boy in a shirt with ripped off sleeves pushed the saftey-bar to your waists, waiting to hear the lock click and closed the door, sealing your fate in this death-trap. “Paul if I die, I hope David and Star beat your ass to a pulp.” You said as the compartment you were in rose into the air. You felt hands on your shoulders, rubbing up and down in a dull attempt to calm you. You seemed to tune out everything, making a weird buzzing noise in your head as you stood there, waiting for the ride to move. It already seemed like 2 minutes and you knew the ride was about to start. You watched the boy who closed your door walk towards the panel. “Hey… (Y/N)?” Paul started, “Just remember that I love you okay?” You heard a loud click come from your saftey bar as Paul pushed it off the two of you. “Paul what the fuck are y-”
You were cut off with a grunt as the ride started spinning slowly. “Fix it now!” You demanded, looking at the energetic man in turn. He just gave you a care free smile and tried to grab your hand. You pushed it away in anger, even though you figured it could be safer holding his hand. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. He sighed in annoyance, but his eyes were still smiling. “Look, I’m just getting you ready for when you become one of us!” He jump a bit to empathize his point. You pushed your back against the little wall behind you as the ride bounced and started gaining speed. “Yeah I’ll probably be fine with it then but I’m sure as hell not fucking fine with it now!” You felt a bit dizzy as the ride got faster, and you could hear screams around you from other people. You were about to scream when you felt Paul’s hand in your’s. You looked at him, about to yank away when you saw his eyes. “Chill, I got you. I’m not going to let anything hurt you. Okay?” The ride started bouncing a bit, pushing you towards Paul’s side. “Sure sure! Just don’t let me go okay!?” You squealed into his shoulder. You heard him let out a happy laugh as he nuzzled his face on the top of your head. “I promise!”
You let out a few screams during the ride in the start, but after a few humiliating minutes you started to have a bit of fun. Anytime the ride bounced, you let at a crazy laugh. Laughing was your way of handling shock, and it was one of Paul and Marko’s favorite things about you. You let out a few screams as you flew towards the door, but it never popped open. You were having the time of your life and felt slightly dejected when the ride started to slow down. “One more time! One more time!” You and Paul started chanting, making others around you laugh. You looked down at the bar that Paul unlocked, watching as he pulled it back causing another click.
The two of you bounced away from the ride, Paul praising you. You looked at him to say thank you, but he grabbed you by the hand again, pulling you towards him. “Paul what are y-” Paul pulled your body flush against his, his mouth curving into a smile as you let out another squeak. He waited for a bit, looking at your lips. You didn’t protest, letting him close the gap. Part of you knew this was going to happen. His lips moved against yours in an excited manner. Your lips moved back against his, but you were confused at what you were feeling. Just like Dwayne, you didn’t mind but you still didn’t get it. He squeezed your hip while his hand grabbed your ponytail. He pulled it a bit, causing you to let out a yelp. He laughed while pulling away, giving you a wink. “Paul?” You questioned as he pushed you into the crowd, dissapearing while you called his name.
After apologizing to the people you bumped into you heard a laugh. “Did you get ditched?” You spun around to face Marko bitting his gloved hand, staring at you with a playful look in his eyes. You gave a huff in response and walked to a small henna tattoo stand with him following behind you. You looked at the person getting a tattoo and started to speak to Marko. “Look I’m having a weird ass night, and it would be great if you just kind of got my mind off of it all.” He let out a shitty little giggle, causing you look at him with hope. “You already have a plan don’t you?” You let out an excited laugh as he pulled you away from the booth and to the bench across from the comic book shop run by the Frog Brothers and their parents with Sam as a new employee. “We need to wait for people to leave.” You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. One of the best things to do with Marko was to prank Edgar, Alan, and Sam. He’s never told you why he does it. Everytime you asked he would mumble something about paying them back without actually hurting them and rub a scar across his heart. You assumed it was something in the past. Star had always told you it was a bit before they got rid of their old sire and way before Michael, Laddie, and her went back to the boys.
“So why tonight?” You watched Marko stare at the store messing with something in his pocket. He looked over at you and gave you a cheeky smile. “So Edgar and Alan beefed with David about him giving you the decision for whenever you change. So I’ve taken it upon myself to scare the shit out of them. With your help of course.” He gestured to you with his free hand at the last words. You felt a strong surge of annoyance at his words, but definitely not at Marko. You have always been headstrong and you’ve always trusted your gut. When you met the boys, your gut had jumped at the sight of them. But it wasn’t a bad feeling to you. It was a dangerous thrill. You loved the Frog Brothers, but they never seemed to grasp that your life was just that. Yours. “That’s definitely the right choice.” The last costumers walked out of the shop, making Marko wiggle a bit. You watched him as he bit his bottom lip, looking back at you. “How do you feel about blood?”
-A few moments later-
You ran into the comic book store with Marko hot on your heels, careful not to let anyone see what you looked like. You heard the metal door slam on the ground as Marko closed it. “What the hell! It’s not even closi-” Edgar rounded the corner to look at whoever was fucking with the store this time, but he was cut off when you looked at him. “(Y/N)… What the fuck did you do?” He asked in a quiet voice. You viciously wiped at your arms, in a brushing off motion. You caught the attention of Sam and Alan, making them gasp. Marko spoke up, a wobble in his voice. “Okay… we fucked up big time. You guys need to help her.” This statement seemed to cause Edgar to burst. “FUCKED UP?! WHAT DID WE TELL YOU!? OF COURSE YOU FUCKED UP!” Alan pulled Edgar away from the two of you when Marko let out a growl.
You spoke before he could say anything. “No… It was my fault.” You heard your own voice crack, a tear fell down your cheek. You brushed it away, smearing the blood even more. You were covered in it. Blood ran down your arms, it was in your hair, and caked into your nails almost as if you had been digging into human flesh. “How… How is your fault (Y/N)?” Sam asked inching forward to you. You gave a quiet sob and looked at Marko. “I was thirsty and I just wasn’t thinking. Marko was holding David’s new flask for him and I t-thought that if it was new it wouldn’t have blood in it.” You shook your head, slumping down a bit. Alan walked up to Marko, his face normally passive but this time it was filled with a touch of anger. “You knew didn’t you? You let this happen?!” His voiced raised in pitch. Marko flashed his eyes and gave Alan a small smile, but none of his regular joy showed.
Before he could say anything, Sam pulled Alan away. Both Frog brothers looked at Sam while a loud bang filled the room. Everyone looked back to where Marko once stood. “Where the hell did he go?” Edgar asked. You shrugged you shoulders, covering your mouth. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. Fix this!” You yelled pointing at your bloodied body. Alan shook his head, stepping back at bit. “The only way we can fix that… Would be to stake you.” Edgar nodded with what his brother suggested. “No offense or anything, but you’re a bloodsucker now. We’ll have to stake you and the rest of them.” He turned around, pulling Alan with him as they headed toward the back room. Sam let out a noise of disgust, “No! (Y/N)’s our friend, and Michael’s my brother!” He paused for a moment, “Jesus christ Star might become my undead sister in-law!” Both brothers kept walking seeming to ignore Sam. “Hey! Listen to me for ch-” A terrified gurgle escaped Sam’s mouth as he was slammed to the ground, a bunch of comic books scattering around him. Pictures of Superman and lesser know comcis covered parts of his body when Edgar and Alan looked over. They saw half of your body hunched over Sam’s twitching one, moving in a way to sugget that you were eating something. Edgar was the first to react, yelling out and rushing towards you. Before he and Alan could get to you, Marko jumped out in front of them from behind the counter. You could tell he was changed due to his long finger nails.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Marko yelled, startling the boys. At the same time he also made the shop shake a bit. Edgar and Alan launched backwards away from the vampire in front of them. Ut took them a full minute to almost charge when they heard Sam blow on a noise maker. “W-what… What the hell is going on?” Edgar demanded. You gave an ugly laugh in return clutching your stomach. Sam and Marko followed suit. After about 5 minutes of laughing both boys were red in the face. Alan looked at Sam. “You were in on it? Why?” It took a moment for Sam to catch his breath. But when he did he pouted at Alan. “You told everyone we weren’t dating anymore. Besides you should’ve called there bluff from the start.” Edgar rolled his eyes but walked forward and helped the two of you up. You heard him mumbling about staking both of you and dunking Marko in holy water and see if that makes it permanent. Alan frowned, “What do you mean?” He looked over at Marko who began walking towards you. “After someone drink vampire blood, it takes about an entire day for the craving of blood to kick in.” You laughed looking at them as Marko wrapped his arms around your middle. “I thought you were professonals.” Sam muttered, causing an out cry of protests.
You laughed leaning back in Marko, feeling his hands roaming your waist. Breathing in the scent of him left you light-headed. It was a smokey smell, probably from the bonfires. You felt one of Marko’s hand reach up to your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. “Tell me if it’s okay…” You heard him mutter. You had a weird deja vu moment. You looked back at him, nodding with wide eyes. The boys were still arguing behind you when Marko placed his lips on yours. The sound around you dissipated as you focused on him moving against you. His lips were chaped from the constant biting, but it was what you figured. It didn’t take away from the moment. In fact… It made you feel just as excited as he was. His hands were roaming around your front, careful not to touch your chest. His hands seemed to match his enthusiasm. They followed the speed on his lips. You both pulled away at the silence around you. The Sam shyly smiled, grabbing both boys hands. “Well I see that you’re all busy. I guess we’ll just leave you to it then.” You scrunched up your face as you heard a quiet happy remark about Frogs. When you turned around, Marko had left.
This was just great. You walked out of the comic shop, not bothering to hide your apperance. You weren’t really thinking about it as you walked towards the arcade. If you bet your life on any thing, it would be that Michael, Star, and Laddie would be there. When you pushed through the crowd -not hard since you were covered in fake blood- you gave a sigh of relief. You marched up to Michael and poled him on the shoulder. When he and Star turned around you held oit your arms. “So are you two going to kiss me too when I’m unaware and trying to be innocent?” Star’s eyes widened at the sight of your body, and raised an eyebrow when you told her it was just fake. “Did you and Marko finish pranking Sam and his tadpools?” Michael said softly, a small smile on his lips. You nodded, pursing your lips. He laughed, fiddling with his earring. He leaned forward trying not to get blood on himself and gave your forehead a kiss. He moved back, leaning back down to your lips. He planted a small kiss there, smiling.“Oh thank god…” You mumbled. The first time you met Michael, you had a bit of a crush on him. Then you saw Star and… Well. Michael became a bodyguard to you, always keeping you safe from the others if they got too rowdy. Seeing Star laugh made you feel weak as she would hold your hand, and whisper in your ear.
You looked over at the girl on the top of your brain as Michael walked back to help Laddie on Burger Time. Star walked up to you, giving you a sly smile. “So you just want to get this over with huh?” You inhaled sharply at the twinkle in her eye. “Well… I don’t think I would mind a bit more than a kiss on the forehead.” Star twirled a bit of her hair for a moment and then launched herself at you. You were about to protest, seeing as your entire body was sticky, red, and wet. But the thought flew from your mind when you felt her soft lips on yours, biting your bottom lip. This had been something you fantasized about for a long time. But in those wwt dreams, you both were Vampires and you went alot harder than a simple kiss.
You shoved your hands into her hair, pulling it as Paul did to your ponytail. Just like you, Star let out a soft gasp. You took the opportunity and let your tounge enter her mouth, poking at hers. Your tounges fighting for dominance, yours coming out on top. You felt your stomach flip when she let out a low moan, running her hands down your back to your ass. You pushed your body up against hers when she gripped you tight. Her breasts pressed against yours. Your mind was racing with thoughts. Some perverted, but most were sweet. You thought about kissing her neck, hoping to find what would drive her crazy. Or kissing her eyelids, telling her how amazing she truly is.
You felt her move away -too soon in your taste- when she heard a cough behind her. She looked back at Michael, who was standing behind Laddie. You gave him an apologetic smile, but he wasn’t angry from what you saw. Star looked back at you, a smile on her lips, “Better than a kiss on the forehead?” You felt a bit smug as you winked at her, turning away before Laddie could lose his last life in the game.
Even with the last kiss, you were so confused. You looked around at everyone around you. It was the same as before, but even more drunk people. You knew what was going on at this point. It was New Years eve. They were giving you the kiss you weren’t going to have tonight. But all of them? You let out a strangled noise, pulling the end of your ponytail. “Why is this so fuckin aggravating?” You muttered to yourself, getting the attention of a few people around you. They stared at your front with confusion, and then fear when their eyes traveled to your face. You forgot about all the blood around your mouth, making it look like you fed on someone. “Sorry sorry!!” You mumbled, rushing onto the beach away from the lights and people.
You let out a ton of loud whale noises that Marko himself would be proud of. You didn’t need to kiss anyone tonight, that’s what you told them and it just seemed like they haven’t listened to you. You kicked the sand, but stilled at the sight of smoke wafting in your face. You looked over to the right where it was coming from, a lazy content smile replacing the scowl on your face. You walked up to the man laying on the sand, his left leg raised in the air with his foot flat on the ground, and his right leg crossed over. Before you could even say hello he shot up and patted the spot on his left for you to join him. “Hello David…” He hummed a response looking out at the sea. From the spot you shared with him, the noise on the boardwalk was muted.
Sitting in silence with him always made you drowsy. Something about him made you feel comfortable, no matter how many times he called you dumb as hell for it. He broke the silence with a deep intake of breath through his nose. “Why do you have human blood all over you?” You gave a small chuckle, “We pranked Sam and the Frog brothers…and it’s fake blood.” He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised. “Did he tell you it was fake?” You searched your mind, looking for your confirmation you needed. You came up blank, screwing your face up. “Oh jesus fucking christ! I’m soaking in it. Who the hell is this?!” You looked down at your chest, the blood drying on you. You felt your breathing speed up, all the thoughts running through your mind. It all came up short when you felt David’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. You leaned down to your ear, a condescending smile on his lips. “Calm down (Y/N)… Trust me.” You gave a quivering sigh, still eyeing the blood. “So many people have said that to me tonight. It’s getting a bit annoying.” He let out a bark for a laugh leaning back, but his hand tightened on your waist.
“Speaking of blood.” You looked up at him, ready to cut him off but he raised his gloved hand. “Yeah yeah, you get to pick when. I know that. But I’ve waited (Y/N). I’ve been a good boy. Just tell me that it’s soon.” You raised a hand to the back of your neck, looking at the sea. “Yeah… It’ll be real soon. I figured you would put two and two together.” You looked back at him, your eyebrow raised. He nodded, his hair waving a bit around. “So you did break up with Tommy Boy for me. I feel loved.” He winked at you, causing your breath to hitch for a second. You leaned over and grabbed his right hand, pulling his glove off. You wrapped your pinky around his, looking him dead in the eye. “I’ll become a vampire next year.” He groaned at your lame joke but gave you a bright smile anyway. You looked down at his mouth and faltered a bit. You were too close to him to think. You knew he wouldn’t jump out to kiss you like everyone else. You had to take action here. This eill be the first kiss you’ve started tonight. “David can I…” You paused thinking for the right words. He seemed to know what you wanted to say as he moved closer to you, waiting for you to go the rest of the way.
“How far are you willing to go (Y/N)?” He whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips. You pushed forward setting yourself on his lap, pushed your lips onto his. He pushed back though, not rolling over so easily. He gripped your hips, tearing the skin from his nails. In the background you could the crowd on the boardwalk cheer, noise makers going off as well. It was midnight and you were grinding the leader of The Lost Boys while he bit your bottom lip. He shoved his tounge into your mouth, but unlike with Star, you didn’t fight for dominance. You gave it all to him. You heard him moan in the back of his throat, making heat build in your body. You gripped his hair and tried to pull it, but you shoved back when you heard a familiar yell of joy.
“Oh come on guys, work on your timing.” You muttered as David moved from under you, causing you to fall on your back. “Ugh!” You groaned as Laddie slammed into you. “(Y/N) I WANTED TO BE YOUR NEW KISS FOR THE YEAR!” You made a playful noise as you kissed his cheeks, laughing harder while he made sounds of disgust. The rest of the group sat around you, making you and Laddie the exact center. You looked at everyone around, and in the distance you saw Sam, Edgar and Alan walking towards you all. You finally decided. It was going to be a good year.
BONUS SCENE
Laddie leaned forward, smelling your chest. “(Y/N) why are you wearing human blood?” You sat up, causing Laddie to roll off you. Marko gave you an apologetic smile while you searched for the right words. “You… I’m… I’m going to stake you.” He thought for a moment and laughed, looking over to Edgar and Alan. “It’s not the first time and it definitely won’t be the last time someone has tried that.”
Words cannot describe how much I love this. Well done friend. This is hella good 💜🦇
@fanged-lostgirl Bravo!
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Oh fudge!! I’m sorry I didn’t respond sooner!! But I would be glad to give you some more!! And thank you for liking them.
DAVID
DWAYNE
MARKO
PAUL
Yet again more wonderful headcannons that I love! @fanged-lostgirl
What if someone got bitten by a vampire, but didn’t realize it. So then they go around and keep misidentifying all the symptoms, like
“Dude, you haven’t gone outside in a while.”
“Yeah, last time I went out I got this wicked sunburn.”
“Are you still up?”
“Yeah, I started bing watching this show on Netflix.”
“Dude, I’m seriously craving something right now.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. Pizza rolls?”
“Why is it that you never come into my house unless I invite you?”
“Um, it’s called ‘being polite’…?”
“I tried cooking with garlic the other night and got this serious burn on my hand. I think I’m allergic, but all I’m getting on Google is vampire bullshit.”
“Dude can a mirror like… stop working or something?”
“Dude, why do you keep posting pictures of the floor?”
“…Those are meant to be selfies, I guess my camera must be broken.”
“Dude, I am all for you expressing your religious beliefs, but could you not wear your crucifix when I’m around? It really bugs me for some reason.”
“Have you ever noticed how cute bats are? like really noticed? sweet lil balls of fluff with wings man.”
“I want to sleep in a coffin…ya kno, for like… aesthetic”
“What’s with your thing about necks lately?”
“MUST YOU KINKSHAME ME IN MY OWN HOME”
“I looked up my symptoms on WebMD, and it says I have cancer.”
This last addition made the reblog obligatory. This one wins.
suddenly I want to write this with Virge or Lo
Anon asked: “U are so fucking funny! SO! THIS is going to be sad can u write something about Dwayne getting into a fight with his mate (including the fight make me CRY lol) and then she proceeds to not talk to him for days because she is insecure about herself and about what he said and then she leaves Santa Carla and u can decide what happens after that? But please u can make me cry there isn’t much dwayne content here, and it’s sad! Btw I love your blog , personality and aesthetic! 💞💗💕💖💓💘💝”
Warnings: Anxiety, Deoression, Death, Rejection??
You are the sweetest, of course I can write this for you. But be-warned, I hate making people cry unless they deserve it. But I’ll try!! Also I tried to put some Cherokee words in there because Billy is Cherokee. @dead-inside-and-drunk-outside @langdonsdemon
Dwayne/Reader
First Person POV
It wasn’t a busy night on the boardwalk, seeing as it was out of season. But it was Santa Carla, aka the best tourist trap ever. So it was still filled with a bunch of locals trying to avoid getting asked where the rides were, the movie theatre was, all that stuff. I was on the boardwalk, spending time with Star. Why was I doing that? My bestfriend figured I needed a babysitter while he and his family were out hunting with some people. Not that I minded spending time with Star, in fact I loved it. I just didn’t appreciate Dwayne feeling like I needed someone to watch over me while he got something to eat. Star grabbed my hand, giving ne a sympathetic look, no doubt knowing what I was thinking. “You’re annoyed aren’t you?” I raised my eyebrow at her question and looked at her, “You aren’t?”
I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, a sigh coming out of her lips. “Sure I’m annoyed, but that’s because I’m actually a full vampire. I can take care of myself.” We were in the same boat. Well… Almost. I was human, she wasn’t. A new undead gang showed up in Santa Carla three weeks ago. David decided he wanted to see what they were like and invited them on a hunt with him and his boys. No doubting the fact that he probably had a different motive. But, David didn’t think Star could handle hanging around a bunch of new vamps.
“Not that you couldn’t survive being alone for one night, but I’m hungry and this is just stupid.” She rolled her eyes, pulling me towards a bench. “Plus, if he would just let me hunt, I could come back and actually just hang with you. Screw what Dwayne thinks.” I snorted, remembering what he told me about 2 hours ago. “Look, we don’t know how many of them there are. What if one decided to stay back and smelled all of us on you?” It grated on my nerves to no end. We watched Laddie bounce around in front of us, playing with the annoying pigeons. At least he was given an option to go. Not that he wanted to, he always stuck to Star like glue. Not that that thought helped much. They all trusted him way more then they did us.
The roar of motercycle’s made me pick up my head, looking behind me at the beach. “Well… They’re back I guess.” Star gave a sigh of relief, leaning her head on my shoulder when I turned back around. I giggled at her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “Look… Just don’t say that I was ticked okay?” She hummed and moved her head a bit. “You and Dwayne still fighting?” I sighed, thinking about all of the small stupid arguments he and I have been having lately. I lightly shook my head, laughing a bit. “You know it. It’s all we ever do now.” I felt my stomach jump at the thought of seeing him again, making me grab Star’s hand. “You won’t… Leave me alone with him will you?” She turned her head, looking to see if the boys were on the boardwalk yet. Seemingly satisfied, she looked back at me, a humorless smile on her face. “You know I can’t promise that. Laddie and I are starving. You can’t avoid him forever.” I stood up while sighing in frustration, not at Star but at myself.
Star stood up to give my cheek a kiss. I watched as she got Laddie’s attention, telling him it was fine to get something to eat now that the boys were back. I didn’t wait around for Dwayne to show up find me, walking down to the rides. It’s just so damn annoying! I kicked an empty fry bucket that was in my way out of anger. Things were just weird between me and him now a days. I thought that maybe… Maybe he might… I felt my eyes start to water at the thoughts swirling in my head, all of them focused on Dwayne. I stood in the crowd formed around the stage and looked up, furiously blinking away any stray tears. I felt a hand on the small of your back, causing me to freeze.
“Relax (Y/N), it’s just me.” ‘I know that it’s you.’ I wanted to say, but just like the first 3 years of our friendship, one of us will talk while the other stays silent. Of course he found me here. It was Friday night, and there was 2 free concerts. I looked up at the dark skinned man next to me, studying his face. “Where did Star go?” He asked quietly, worry laced in his voice. I chuckled, looking back at oiled up man on stage. “She and Laddie went to get something to eat, seeing as David didn’t trust her.” I paused for a moment before voicing what I had been thinking while with Star earlier. “Or maybe he did trust her and he just owed you something?” I looked back at him, feeling a bitter smile curl on my face. It was just like him to do this to me. ’No, No, No! Stop it. Just let it go. You said you could remain friends with him, so keep it to that.’
Of course I was going to through a hissy fit at him. This was getting ridiculous. Just because he turned me down didn’t mean he didn’t care and I had to act like a bitch. “Look, Dwayne it’s fine. Can we just… Go back to the cave or something?” I caught the panicked look on his face and rushed to speak before he said no. “Can the others come to? I’m pretty sure Star and Laddie can find their way back on their own.” He looked a bit more relived at the offer, nodding his head. Normally at this point he and I would be all over one another, holding hands, making jokes. All that jazz. But, after I asked him out… It’s like he drew back from me. Meeting Dwayne, he never hid from me for one bit. Always trying to get me to laugh, lean on him, or braid his hair. It was one of the reasons I started to fall in love with him. Yes I know, love. Ugh. Tacky as hell, but I won’t deny it. I almost had a heart attack the first time he kissed my cheek. Ugh! Stop it stop it stop it! If you keep thinking about all of this you’ll get sad and annoyed again.
Second Person POV
You followed behind Dwayne, occasionally apologizing to people that got pushed out of the way. You looked at the figure in front of you, walking swiftly around everyone. A stitch in your side started to make itself known trying to keep up with his long quick strides. “Dwayne come on, can you please slow down? It’s 10 pm. I think you’ll beat the sun.” If he heard you, he didn’t show it. Out of nowhere, you felt something collide into your back, pushing you forwards. Out of instinct, you reached out and grabbed Dwayne’s hand. “What th-” He cut himself off when he saw it was just you. “I’m sorry, I needed to stabilize myself.” You know he heard you over everything, being a vampire had it’s perks. You figured he would nod and keep walking with you, but when he wouldn’t tighten his hand around yours, almost like he was trying to shrug you off, you just gave up. You felt your throat tighten up when you watched him shove his hand into his pocket, not sparing you a glance.
‘Is it because I asked you out?!’ You wanted to ask. 'Is it because I said I love you?!’ You wanted to yell at him. You staggered a bit, tripping over a loose floorboard, your vision blurry. You landed on the ground with a hard thud, your face burning with humiliation. You hopped no one was watching as you rolled off your knees and onto your butt. “Jesus fucking christ…” Tears started falling down your face as you examined your hands and knees. They burned, the skin ripped, scratched and bleeding. You looked back up to see Dwayne looking at you, almost like he just lost a bet. It sparked something in your chest, him looking at you like that. You hissed in pain, pushing yourself off the ground with your hands. “You okay girl?”
“No. No I’m not okay Dwayne. And you’re not fucking helping either.” You side-stepped him, pushing away his hands. He walked behind you, easily keeping up with you. “What’s your problem (Y/N)? What crawled up your ass and died?” A disgusted laugh escaped your throat. “Ya know I didn’t wanna go there, but it certainly wasn’t you.” You speed up your pace, tears streaming down your face. You cringed a bit, hearing his footsteps falter and then pick up again. “What the hell is that supossed to mean?” You shook your head, trying to get him to get away from you. “I don’t know… I just said the first thing that came in my head. Can you please just leave me alone?” You hopped off the boardwalk, onto the sand. “If you’re gonna keep acting like a little papoose then I will leave.” This stopped you in your tracks, looking back at him. “I’m acting like a child? You’re the one who won’t even look me in the eyes anymore.”
It was true even at that moment, Dwayne chose to look just above your head then directly at you. It was annoying as hell, making you even angrier. “So what’s going on then huh? We’re friends the next minute, I ask you out and it’s like I’m one of the new meals you’re fuckin with.” He flinched at the words you choose, making you feel bad. “I didn’t really mea-” He cut you off, venom in his voice. “You did mean it and you know it.” He let out a humorless chuckle, making you take a step back. You knew how he felt about you calling yourself the next meal. He always hated it, hated that you thought so little of yourself, so little of him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, hiccuping a bit. He finally looked down at you, seeing that you were crying. You stepped back, looking away when he reached out to you. “I know that you hate to hear it… But it’s true Dwayne. It’s like you never even cared about me in the first place. I can handle just being friends with you, saying okay and getting over the fact that you don’t care about me the same way I care about you.” You stopped talking, your chest spasming a bit. You took a few deep breath to calm yourself. But when you looked up at him, seeing his emotionless face, you just… broke.
You let out a strangled sob, clutching yourself harder and digging your nails into your skin. In the corner of your vision you saw the rest of the boys standing there, watching helplessly. You backed up a bit, hunching over forward. No one spoke while you continued to sob, almost on the verge of screaming. You reached up to your face, wiping away the tears and snot. You probably looked a mess, but in your state of mind you just didn’t care. “Why…” You mumbled, closing in on yourself. You felt a sharp pain on your arms, but it was probably fron your nails. You just didn’t want to be there at that moment, showing everyone just how hurt you were. You saw someone step forward to you on your right. They stopped moving whoever they were when you shook your head fast. You began taking short and fast breaths. Dwayne leaned down a bit, careful not to get in your space, “What do you need ageyutsa?” He whispered. You stuggled to form the words, completely collapsing in on yourself. “Star-” you struggled out, needing the only true motherly/sister figure in your life. “I want Star!”
Dwayne stepped back as you felt slender arms wrap around your frame. You finally let go of yourself, holding on to Star for dear life. She felt like an anchor to you as she spoke quietly. “Shhhh, it’s okay.” You buried your face into her stomach, letting out a scream. You knew you shouldn’t be acting like this, it was so trivial to you. But you just couldn’t explain the intense feeling of fire and ice that has been running through your veins ever since he rejected you. “Dwayne… Tell her.” You heard Star whisper. You looked up at the man in front of you, confusion and despire mixed into his face. “(Y/N)… I won’t ever be with you. I just can’t.” More pain spiked in your core as he continued. “I’m dead my love. I’m a vampire. You’re human. You shouldn’t have been the one.” Star pulled you into a standing position, so you could face him.
“Tell her what you mean.” You heard David say on your far right. Dwayne held your eyes, his face still emotionless as you struggled for air. “A vampires blood mate is supossed to be a vampire. But… You’re a human. You’re my blood mate. That makes me a disgrace of a vampire.” You flinched at the harshness of his words. “It shouldn’t be you. Max wouldn’t let either of us live if he found out you were a human.” You struggled to keep up with what he was saying, a small light of hope flairing into your chest. “Just… Change me then?” You looked over to David, a sad smile on his face. “He won’t let me.” He muttered loud enough for you to hear. The hope you were feeling escaped you with the strangled sob you let go. You looked back at the man that was holding your heart and ripping it to shreads. “I won’t do that to you… I won’t let you kill someone just to live.” You felt lighthead as you let go of Star, “But letting me live feels like death already.” You waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t you nodded, brushing Star’s hands away. Grabbing your hair and pulling it in an anxious manner, you walked up to Dwayne, stepping up on your tiptoes. “Fine then.” You kissed his cheek and stepped back. “I guess we need time apart.” No one stopped you as you walked away. No one saw the group of boys on the boardwalk, smirking while watching you crawl away for safety. The smell of your bloddied cuts from earlier reaching their heightened senses.
It had been a few days since that night. Everytime you thought about everything he said, you felt even worse about yourself. You sat on the bench at the bus stop, thinking about what you were doing. You couldn’t go back and face them. Any of them. When you did actually brave the boardwalk one time, you saw David and you freaked. He started walking towards you to make sure you were okay, - Probably for Star’s sake. You just can’t see him really caring for you like a sister.- but you bolted. You haven’t been back since. You used the money you’ve been saving for college to get motel rooms for about 2 weeks now. But, staying by yourself cooped up has been wrecking your mind. So you figured it was time to move on. You couldn’t keep hanging around here. It was just something you had to do. You didn’t see the shadows around you, or notice them growing.
Third Person POV
No one saw what happened that night. People would tell the Lost Boys that it was too dark, windy or it was raining. Well it was dark, but it certainly wasn’t rainy or windy. The boys knew what happened. Paul swore to that damn god in the sky that if that any vamp even thought about touching his little sister, that he would make it his life’s work to harm so many innocent people. Marko and David were the ones who tracked down the other gang. Star and Dwayne were the ones who ripped them apart. Laddie had to stay in the cave, still unaware where his other best friend was. The leader had simply stated to Dwayne that he was doing him a favor. That didn’t really help him, and it didn’t help Dwayne in the end either. He let a part of him die the night (Y/N) did.
No one talks about (Y/N) anymore around Dwayne. Everyone figured that she would show back up later, ready to kick Dwayne’s ass. Marko and Paul had a bet going on, for when (Y/N) would come back. It was just the type of person she was. Mental breakdown, and then you just went mental. But Dwayne knew (Y/N) was dead. It was a sharp feeling, painful and world shattering. The moment it happened, he dropped to the ground, the world spinning. It wasn’t normal for a vampire to throw up, but he managed it, only bringing up blood.
He wouldn’t tell the others what he knew, all except David and Star. The two of them would go around and rip down the missing posters of her face. They just couldn’t risk watching Dwayne break down again. He was the first one to come across the posters. It utterly destroyed him. What (Y/N)’s mother didn’t know when printing the posters out, was that Dwayne was in it as well. He couldn’t sew himself next to her on the page, but he knew that memory. It was the first time she ever held his hand, and then later kissed his cheek. It was in her room, black out curtains up. After calming down, he took the first poster that he laid eyes on, and put it in his breast pocket. He wouldn’t talk to anyone but David. Always telling him that whenever he found his mate, human or not… To have them. To never make the same mistake as he did.
I know this is the laziest ending, but I’ve been going through some stuff today and I didn’t want to skip out on the promise of posting this. I’ve just been so… Ugh lol. I’m sorry, I really hope you liked it and I’ll try so much harder next time! @langdonsdemon I’ll be writing that little one-shot with Dwayne and the reader soon. So it’ll be alot happier!
I am in tears, but its so good! Well done.
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Here’s an unpopular opinion that shouldn’t be unpopular: Not wanting sex is a reasonable boundary to set for literally any reason. Be it your trauma, your mental health, your sexuality, or any other factor. Your partners should respect that and they should respect you. This shouldn’t be a debate.
👏 No 👏 is 👏 a 👏 beautiful 👏 word 👏
Don’t be afraid to use it!
