This one may be sexual, so disclaimer!
David:
You had an awful habit of clucking your tongue upon the roof of your mouth, and it drove David mad! It especially drove him crazy when you were on the back of his bike and you constantly clicked in his ear. Words could not describe how irate he got when you could do it on purpose to irritate him.
"If you don't stop, I'll leave you here and I mean it this time." He warns dangerously.
"Well, why don't I go ride with Paul then?" You'd grin cheekily at David.
Dwayne:
It drove Dwayne crazy when you'd settle your hand on his upper thigh. At first it was only an innocent act, a way to soothe him, but once you'd noticed the effect it had on Dwayne, you did it just to tease him. You'd elicit an irate grunt from his lips when you'd place your hand on his upper thigh he rode his bike.
"If you don't want to die, I suggest you get your hand off my thigh." He'd grumble out broodingly.
"All right, all right, hold your horses, Mister." You'd roll your eyes dramatically.
Paul:
Lip biting. Whether it was you biting your own or you biting his, it didn't matter, because it drove him crazy! He enjoyed the expression on your face when you'd bite your own lip. He'd grin whimsically at you, fingers lingering on your cheek bone, hand cupping your cheek and tilting your face up to his, to which his lips would capture yours. As the kiss gets going, your teeth would softly nip at his plump bottom lip and he'd grunt in appreciation.
"I'd be careful on how you tease me, baby doll." He'd grin into the kiss.
Marko:
Not much really bothered Marko, but one thing did. When others became the center of your attention, it drove him absolutely mad! He'd grow irritated,because when he wasn't the center of your attention he felt like someone was able to take you from him.
"C'mon, we're leaving." Marko would grumble, grabbing your hand and towing you towards the sand.
"Are you jealous?" You'd beam in amusement.
"Did I mention that you need to stay quiet too?" He muttered under his breath.
Michael:
Your nail biting drove him up the wall. He was the type to always hold your hand and as soon as he let go of your hand, where would it be? At your lips, your teeth gnawing at your fingernails. He'd physically have to peel away your hand from your mouth and hold it in his, to which you'd start biting your other hand.
"One day I'm either going to bind your hands behind your back or tape your mouth shut." Michael states.
"Sounds kinky." You'd laugh.
"Or I'll just settle for holding your hands for eternity." He'd retort nervously.
"Yeah, okay, go all sweet and buttery." You'd chortle.
Sam:
When you bent the edges of his comic books. Words could not describe how crazy it made him! He'd start freaking out, trying to make it flat and perfect again.
"How could you do this? Didn't I tell you not to crease the edges! It's ruined! RUINED!" He'd scream out like a twelve year old girl to which you'd start crying of laughter to.
"Y/N, can you keep it down?" Michael would poke his head in, simpering.
"That wasn't me, it was Sammie."
"Ah, that was the chipmunk voice?" Michael would wink at you, leaving Sam to be totally embarrassed.
Edgar:
When you'd put your hand on his upper thigh at totally inappropriate times, like a family dinner or in public. It annoyed Edgar because he couldn't control his body when you did it. He knew that you only did it to tease him, but what could he do?
"Stop that!" He hisses quietly at you, Alan eyeing the two of you with a smirk from the other end of the table as his parents were completely oblivious to what was going on.
"Don't lie, you enjoy it. Even Alan can tell." You'd simpler quietly enough so only the two of you could hear.
Alan:
You'd always scare the crap out of him, which usually would be hard to do,but you always seemed to have the element of surprise on your side. It drove Alan mad because his brother and friends would always tease him for it. "Boo!" You shout, jumping out from behind the corner. A shrill shriek erupts from Alan's mouth, terror consuming his face as he jumps into Sam's arms. You double over with laughter. Sam drops Alan to do the same thing.
"Oh my god!" You and Sam gasp in unison.
"You know what? I hate you two." Alan retorts sharply.
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Aw poor Alan. I almost feel bad for him.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfic"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
