#marko tlb

I have them all

Edit: NOW I have them all

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader imagine ۶𖹭ৎ

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ infatuation crush at first sight. Aka, the boys shoot their shot after sensing you’re their soulmate and you match their energy and fluster them in return.

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ this has been in my drafts for the LONGEST time and I've been so eager to get it done 😭

✧ ⁺  𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader is depicted to have longish hair (long enough to get caught on Markos jacket lol), smoking,

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The boardwalk is alive in the peak of summer- sunburnt tourists and fairgoers flock in numbers. Bustling arcades and cosy late night diners glow warmly in the dark. Alive like hot embers in a cold dark furnace.

Marko notices you first. Picking up on a scent so alluring it renders him frozen, and he pauses long enough for Paul to notice and pat him on the shoulders to tug him close.

"what's going on Marko?". Paul leers, curious and hungry-eyed, thinking his brother has picked up on the scent of a tasty morsel to hunt down.

David stops and looks at him. Inquisitive, whilst Dwayne swallows in suspension. Sensing something deeper is happening.

"you've found something new". He murmurs softly, and Marko nods. Almost in a trance, jaw tightening.

"Can you feel it?". He hisses in a whisper, peering through the crowd from where he stands in the traffic of boardwalkers. Like he can sense their presence.

"can you feel them?". He turns to David, a smile quivering on his face.

David looks around slowly, exhaling smoke and snuffing out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.

Now that he mentions it- something does feel odd. He thought it was hunger, but it was much more than that. Something pent up and animalistic and unnaturally strong. Like parts of himself were pulling away from his body to search for something.

He had thought it was for blood.

But no, it was for someone. Something better than food. Something soft and indulgent. Something that’ll complete the missing part of himself he was never aware of lacking.

"I can feel it too". Dwayne murmurs, eyes dark and gaze heavy. His hand squeezes David's shoulder, and they both urge forth into the crowd, ushering Marko to the front to lead them to the source of the scent like a bloodhound.

"Bet I'm gonna find em first". Paul laughs, light and airy and excited.

Marko, with clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, nods. Not really hearing him.

David calls the shots, catching the faint scent of something alluring that Marko is following.

"Split up boys. We're not gonna scare her off now".

Marko's attempt is eloquently clumsy- a happy accident on his behalf. your hair gets caught on a pin from his jacket, and he helps you carefully untangle it. Nimble calloused fingers fiddling with the strand of hair, trying not to break any hair as he uses the opportunity to shoot flirty comments. His gaze was understandably intense and heavy, once he realised the scent was radiating off you.

‘I caught you, huh? Ain’t I lucky?”.

He comments, voice syrupy and breathless. Trying not to let his fingers tremble. You're so close.

You giggle softly, looking more interested in the decor on his jacket.

“I’d say I’m the lucky one to get caught on such a cool jacket. It’s beautiful, where did you get it?”.

His eyes flicker between your face and your fingers brushing over a patch on his arm. His voice now fallen softer in appreciation.

“I made it”.

“Really?”.

He blinks at you before smiling a lopsided grin, gaze flickering down to his feet before looking back at you again. Trying to muster up his lost courage that he feels like he's grasping fingers at.

"Yeah. Santa Carla is a real good place if you like stuff like this, alongside other things". He chuckles.

You blink at him, doe eyed and inquisitive. He feels like melting right then and there.

“Like what?”

Golden locks of hair tumble over his shoulder as he leans closer, finally plucking the last few tangled strands of your hair off his jacket. He speaks softly, as if sharing breath. His smile creeping large and alluring.

“Fun”.

You raise a brow at him, and smile. Effortless. Sweet. Dismissive in a way that makes his knees weak and dead heart flutter.

"Better save some for me then".

He blinks at you. Slow and dazed and heavy. For once, he couldn't muster a response.

"see you around?". You inquire, pushing some hair away from your shoulder.

"Marko". He almost stutters, swallowing. Voice low and dazed. His gaze flickers to your neck.

"I'll see you around Marko".

David approaches with steadfast effortlessness and confidence. He doesn't need to chase. Not that he doesn't enjoy it- but it's not often needed.

But when he sees you walk past him, something in him flickers to life. The urge to chase. To cling. To beg for company.

It rattles him, but he doesn't let it show.

Instead he asks you for a light, watching you turn and face him, akin to a startled doe. You look at him puzzled- a little cautious. Keeping distance.

Again, that rattles him. Makes his blood fizzle and sour.

"Do you have a light?".

His voice is soft and approachable, in contrast to his dark appearance. You seem to ease at that, and his shoulders relax.

letting you flicker the flame of your porcelain lighter, he holds eye contact as he leans in to light the cigarette between his lips. Tilting his head a little to the side tantalisingly slow, wanting to garner a cute flustered reaction from you.

His focus fleets from the flame he's cupping in his leather gloved palm towards you- the blown out pupils of his eyes flicking to your own. The weight of them pinning you in place, a heavy suspense lingering in the air. Something dark and dangerous, yet tantalising and syrupy.

He breathes out a plume of smoke, wisp curling from his lips.

“Thank you”.

The conversation ends at that, but you leave feeling like you're taking a piece of him with you, and that you left a piece of yourself with him. You can't explain it, but you keep looking back as you walk away.

Not from fear of being followed.

But from the fear of not being followed.

What's going on tonight?

One moment he was prowling with alluring confidence, and the next he was scrambling over to your form sat idle by the sand bank. Looking out onto the horizon of night sky and ocean, the waves crashing in the distance, seafoam fizzling away in the dark.

Paul approaches with swaggering confidence, two chips of sapphires glimmering in the campfires that are set solely on you. Excitement bubbling in anticipation beneath his skin, eager to accept the challenge to find out how you tick.

“Hello?”

Your voice strikes him. Soft and inquisitive, almost startled, but remaining polite.

Something more aching than a soul soothes at the sound, and he almost struggles to recover from it. Finding his voice again after a moment of silence that seemed to fill the night air, deafening out everything else around him despite his supernatural intuition and senses.

You just silenced his world in a way he didn't know he yearned for.

“You smoke, babe?” He lilts, a freshly rolled cigarette held between his fingers towards you.

“Sometimes”. You hum, deciding to amuse him. Kicking softly at the sand as you dangle your legs over the side. You accept the rolled cigarette that he's offering and inspect it, turning it around. You peer at him, apprehensive yet soft.

He watches you place it between your lips, his gaze lingering at how your lipstick leaves an imprint around the end.

He cups his hand around the flickering flame of his lighter, lighting the cigarette that’s dangled between your lips. Unsure if he should focus on your lips, or your eyes peering at him sweetly.

An excited glimmer appears in your eyes, and his expression brightens in giddiness. Did he do it? Were you going to fall in his arms now?

"crap! My favourite song's on, I'm gonna miss it! Here- thank you, I'll see you around yeah?".

Placing the lipstick smeared joint between his lips as a parting gift, you scramble up from your spot and disappear into the crowd like seafoam on the shore. Paul barely has time to blink before you eagerly get swallowed up in the bustling groups of boardwalkers.

He stills, the warmth of your lips still on the cigarette.

He silently admires the cigarette in his palm, turning it over to inspect the detailed crease lines of your lip-print staining the paper. He squeezes it in palm eventually and tucks it into his pocket for safekeeping. He's not finishing this one.

Dwayne finds you amidst the tightly knit crowd of an outside concert, the swaying bodies of people bathed in neon light and bonfire.

It was dark and hypnotic, but he could feel your presence somewhere.

He crept in closer, slowly coaxing himself past brushing shoulders and raised bottles. Eager to find you. You on the other hand had found yourself swept into the bustling crowd, swallowed up the moment you squeezed in from the outskirts.

Slowly weaving in and out of people, an icy chill prickles at your neck. The feeling of being stared at.

Thinking you've made yourself a nuisance and have just stepped in front of someone's view, you turn to apologise before being met with two dark eyes staring at you a few rows back. It takes your breath away little, unexpected and striking in a way you couldn't explain nor ignore.

They were heavy and intense, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You don't turn away, nor break the eye contact. Instead you smile at him. Admittedly a little shy, but you don't fluster away in a fright. The corners of your lips upturn in a friendly smile, eyes crinkling with pretty smile lines before you turn back towards the stage. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Aloof and unaware of his gaze softening, and his interest deepening.

Afterwards...

"I think it's pretty obvious I won". Paul leers playfully, presenting the lipstick stained cigarette.

"I got a little souvenir".

He cackles a wicked laugh as Marko immediately snatches at his sleeve to get a better look, whilst David simply chuckles with a half smile watching them bicker. Dwayne watches them, still lost in thought.

Marko is bickering about sharing when David speaks aloud. "He's right Paul. We share, don't we boys?".

"Yeah that's right loverboy, you heard him". Marko snickers. Reaching to pinch at Paul's nape with his palm to pull him down. Attempting to blow air against his ear.

"Who are we calling loverboy, Marko?".

“You, Romeo”.

"actually Paul, it's Marko. She asked for it actually. Said it too".

Paul, ever the dramatic, groans.

"What? Fuck, man".

"She's human". Dwayne suddenly speaks aloud, his gaze set upon the ground. Thumbs tucked into the hem of his jeans, troubled.

Silence settles amongst the group, a silence that they cannot find peace in. Something in the air grows antsy and restless, and it turns dark and sour.

“In due time”. David reminds the group, taking a drag from his cigarette.

And in collective silent acknowledgment, they agree with their pack leader. Following and trailing in his footsteps and shadow.

"I walked all alone, for a long century