The Lost Boys - Imagines and Preferences

Jealousy

David:

0/10

He would probably laugh if anyone was stupid enough to try and hit on you. He knows very well that he was the only one for you and that others had zero chances in succeeding.

- "Hey man, look at that idiot trying to hit on Y/N/N!" David looked up to see Paul pointing at Y/N and one of the Surf Nazis who was smirking at her.
Raising his eyebrows, David crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the brick wall behind him, an amused grin forming on his lips.
For a while, he watched the two of them, beginning to chuckle when he saw the boy offering her a drink.
He watched Y/N accepting it, nodding with a smile before turning around and walking back towards David, raising the glass into the air. "Look at that Babe! I got a free drink!"
Arriving in front of him, he pulled her in for a kiss, patting her shoulder. "Good job, Y/N." -

Dwayne:

5/10

Usually, he doesn't need to be jealous. No one would dare to hit on Dwayne's girl. Never in their lives.

But if it so happens that someone – who was unaware of their relationship of course – tries to hit on you, Dwayne would be immediately by your side.

- The Lost Boys and Y/N were hanging out by the beach where a band was playing. Y/N had kind of forced them to join her but they didn't complain. There were free drinks, good music and lots of hot girls around.
"Guys, has anyone of you seen Y/N?" Dwayne asked his brothers who were busy talking to a bunch of girls.
His girlfriend was just beside him. He had left for only a second to grab another drink and when he returned she was nowhere to be seen.
"Nah man, sorry," Paul waved him off.
Huffing out, Dwayne leaned against a wooden pillar, his eyes began scanning the crowd for his girlfriend.
And suddenly, he found her. She was in the middle of the dancing crowd, an unfamiliar boy talking to her.
A small frowned formed on Dwayne's forehead and he began to watch the two of them for a while until the boy suddenly tried to wrap his arms around her. She pushed him back, an irritated smile on her face.
Dwayne was up in a second and immediately by her side, wrapping an arm around her side. "You better leave her alone," he spoke calmly, glaring at the boy warningly.
Immediately, the boy began to back off, clearly intimidated by him and muttering excuses. -

Paul:

10,01/10

Simply said: don't dare talking to his girlfriend, don't dare smiling at his girlfriend, don't dare looking at his girlfriend or he'll be there, ready to throw hands.

- It was evening and I was hanging out in my room, sitting on my bed and watching my favorite TV-Show when the doorbell rang.
My eyes lit up and I scrambled out of my bed, throwing the blanket away.
I hurried down the stairs and rushed through the hallway until I opened the front door to reveal the delivery boy holding my pizza.
"I have a delivery for Y/L/N?" He looked at me questioningly and I immediately nodded, snatching the pizza out of his hands. "That would be me," I chimed and handed him over the money. "Thanks a lot."
Wishing the friendly boy a nice evening, I closed the door and hurried back to my room.
Opening my door, my gaze fell on a familiar vampire having taken the space on my bed, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Who was that Y/N?" Paul spoke, an irritated tone in his voice.
Sighing, I showed him my pizza as if it wasn't obvious. "The delivery guy, Paul." I walked towards him and sat down next to him. "Did you just break into my room?" I tried to distract from the topic.
"Was he bothering you?" He ignored my question. Looking up at him, I frowned. "No? He was bringing me pizza."
"Should I go after him and have a talk with him?" He continued asking, completely ignoring my statement. "No Paul!" I shook my head, growing annoyed slightly.