The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)

You Fall Asleep On Him

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David:

It was a wonder on how you did it. However, somehow you managed to have fallen asleep on the back of David's bike, clinging onto him as he zoomed off towards the hideout. He hadn't noticed until he stopped and waited for you to climb off his bike. His brows furrowed and he peered over his shoulder to see your soft snoring figure. A wicked grin spread across his lips suddenly.

Dwayne:

You had gone on the Ferris Wheel with him. The night breeze was cool and relaxing, causing Dwayne to smoothly wrap his arm around your shoulders. You tucked yourself closer into Dwayne's embrace, resting your head on his strong chest. Before you knew it, your eyelids were drooping substantially and you were off in another realm. Dwayne had noticed immediately and tenderly shook you when the ride was over, to which you stirred slightly and he picked you up bridal-style.

Paul:

You were oddly mellow that night - a stark contrast to your usually upbeat and hyper personality. Paul was cackling at a funny joke Marko had made only to feel your head sink further into his shoulder. His head whipped to look at you, blond hair tickling your nose. A crooked grin spread across his face as his fingers scattered upon your side like a million spiders. You grunted, swatting at him, grouchily grunting.

Marko:

The two of you were on the sand - far away from the tide -, your head was in Marko's lap as he watched the dancing crowd before you, scanning for a delicious meal to sink his fangs into. Your eyes were drooping closed, incapable of staying open for much longer. By the time Marko looked down, you were fast asleep, your dreams a movie for him to watch.

Michael:

Your mood was substantially grouchy as you trudged into Michael's bedroom. He greeted you with a cheeky grin, a few witty comments to spill off his tongue. However, before he was able to voice his wittiness, you flop straight onto him, eliciting an "unnfff!" from Michael himself. It was too late to move you, you were already asleep.

Sam:

The night was getting late as you and Sam were watching a movie at your house. "I've missed this!" He exclaims, bouncing giddily upon the couch as his orbs are glued to the television. You were astonished at how he was capable of keeping his eyes open. Your head leaned against his shoulder, his arm swinging over your shoulders, bringing you closer to him as you fell asleep soundly upon him.

Edgar:

The movies dim light lit the room eerily as a horror flick danced hauntingly across the T.V. screen. Edgar was entirely engrossed in the film as you prodded the popcorn bowl out of his lap, setting it beside him. Your head instantly laid in his lap, your eyes shutting just as sleep tickled every cell of your body. Edgar's hand dives for where the popcorn bowl once was and hits your face. "What the-"

Alan:

It was getting late and Alan was already passed out on his bed with you curled into his chest. Alan's sleepy spell was contagious as he relaxed and rhythmic breathing matched the casual pace of his heart, in which only served to cause you to fall asleep upon him.