"Dwayne!" You squeak, scrambling through the rows of horses on the merry-go-round
"Come on, Y/N! Where's your sense of adventure?" He cackles, chasing after you.
"Who are you and what have you done with Dwayne?" You giggle as he captures you in big strong arms.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"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.
