The Lost Boys - 1987

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Paul x Marko x Gn! Reader

Just pure fluff!

Looking at my reflection in the mirror of my vanity, i carefully brush my hair to detangle the mess i made this morning to get what i call my Rock n' Roll hair. Guns n' Roses is blasting from my stereo as i hum along. I had put on a mixtape with songs that reminded me of my boyfriends, who were keeping themselves busy. Marko was rummaging through my comic books, while Paul was sprawled on my bed, waiting for the two of us to join him.

Their shoes were laying beside my combat boots, and jackets hung on the rack besides mine. This was leaving Marko in a crop top, and Paul in his fishnet top. I wasn't going to complain though, it was quite a lovely sight.

Suddenly, the brush got taken from my hands, and as i turned i saw Paul. Deciding that i was taking too much time, he led me to the bed, where he sat me between his legs and started to softly brush my hair, sometimes placing a kiss on my neck. Soon Marko joined us, laying his head on my lap as he looked up and smiled at me.

Evening at the boardwalk where fun, but quiet hangout in my room were feeling like heaven on earth with them by my side.

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