Imagines on the vamps that don't sparkle and also the mortals. 😃
I won't do Marko or Paul because I don't want things to get over crowded, but if you want them send me a request. ❤️❤️
(Random updates, I'm extremely busy at the mojo xxx)
#16 in Alan...
(I'm changing the story line with Michael because I don't really want to mix it up will Sam).
Imagine someone hitting on you.
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You were walking down the boardwalk, making your way to the beach. You'd usually go there to meet a few friends, but you only went there just to find out that the surf nazis were in your spot. Not wanting to mess with them, you started to head back until you felt an iron grip on your arm. You turned around to see one of the surf nazis with a white streak through his hair, "Where'd you think your going sweet pea?" He asked tightening his grip. "H-home." You say, fear clearly evident in your voice. "Oh," He said licking his lips and looking up and down, "has anyone told how sexy you look?" "Let me go." You say, trying to pull your arm back. "I said, let me go!" You Yelled. All of a sudden, a motorcycle drifted in between you, making the surf nazi rip his arm away. "You go near her again, I'll rip out your intestines." The man said through gritted teeth. The surf nazi got up running and then the biker turned to you, "Michael." You say in relief as you give him a hug, "Hop on, I'll give you a ride home." You got on his motorcycle and he drove you home. "Thanks Mikey." You say getting of the bike. "You don't have to thank me, anymore problems, come to me." You smiled at him then gave him a peck on the cheek. After a little small talk, you waved to Michael and went inside. During Michael's ride home, he couldn't stop touching his cheek as his face reddened.
