#lostboysmarko

1. David called his partners kitten (or puppy but mainly kitten)

2. Dwayne has a breeding kink. Mans want kids so bad

David : Well worn jackets hidden away in a closest, dust motes floating in front of a lightbulb, the smell of fresh dirt and smoke. The sound of blinds opening on a window and the buzz of a crowded room.

Paul : The smell of burnt tapes and electronic, along with hairspray. Running down an open street and pulling grass from the ground by the handful. Music playing behind a conversation at 2 AM and the buzz of static on a TV.

Marko : The smell of a thrift store and all the people that’s lives are in the clothes, dust on a dry day making your eyes burn and nose itch and oil dripping. Wind rushing threw open car windows and a bonfire with friends on a hot night.

Normally, Upon hearing that phrase, You'd be ready to beat the shit out of someone. But hearing Paul's laughter and Marko's cheering, You smile and continue what you were doing. And What exactly were you doing? Well. To put it simply, You were painting Michael and Dwayne's nails as they napped.

Which on a normal night, Dwayne was a light sleeper..Buut Tonight was Thanksgiving night. And the boys were full. Soooo Of course you had to take this chance to paint their nails a bright neon pink.

Now, some maybe wondering where you got this nail polish. That is actually easy to answer. Star gave it to you. For some reason. But Hey! It's coming in handy tonight!.

You shushed the terror twins so you could finish what you ere doing.

The blondes quiet down and watched "Hey... Y/N Could you..paint my nails? I have this dark blue color" Paul asked as he crouched down next to you. Marko followed along biting his nails. "Mine too! I uh...got this black" You agreed ad finished you the sleeping duo's nails.

Once David, Star, and Laddie came back from, wherever they were, They saw Dwayne and Michael pressed against each other dead asleep with bright bright neon pink nails. Paul was flapping his hands trying to get his polish to dry while You were painting Marko's.

Sam : Hey Michael can I ask you a question?

Michael : Uuh..Sure?

Sam : Why does Y/N call you babygirl?

Michael : *red faced and stuttering* I um. I uh well- Well um *coughs*

Marko : ...?

Y/N : ...!

Y/N : it's uh...*is on top on a knocked out Michael holding a frying pan * it.. isn't what it looks likes-

Marko : *slowly walks away*

Y/N : Marko! No wait! Come back! *Rans after him *

Y/n sat there staring at his plate, it was full of food that the Boys had got when when they were out. David stood in front of him giving him a hard look. "Look, Michael told us you weren't eating- So...We got you your favorite things" David's cheeks were slightly pink so they must have just got done feeding.

"Yeah! Please baby! You need food to function like our bunny!" Paul exclaimed and plotted down next to Y/N's leg. Marko nodded and held out a piece of (favorite food here) to Y/N's face. He didn't move. Marko pouted, Then Dwayne got up and stood behind Y/N. "Please eat. Your the only you we got. And I think I speak for all of us when I say this. We care for you." The tall brunette said and gently coaxed Y/N to start eating "okay...Yeah your right...I'll try to eat better" He said quitely before taking a bite.

Alan : We've connected!

Y/N : You haven't connected shit

Edgar : We connected the dots -

Y/N : No the hell you didn't

Alan & Edgar : You liiiiiiiike HIIIIIIM!~

Y/N : We...we uh fucked up *Standing with Marko and Paul*

Dwayne: *Staring at them with a raised eyebrow* And this effects me how?

Marko : We...we took David's boots..so uh and lost them

David, on the distance: AAAAAAAAAH MARKO, PAUL, Y/N

Dwanye: Suffer. Or run and suffer more

Y/N : *resigned to his fate*