Death-sama123 - Death-sama123

hello! first of all I ADORE your tlb content! would you be so kind and do poly angst with reader who comes from abusive household and it takes one wrong move from the boys for them to lose her trust (maybe they say something nasty but don't actually mean it but it's enough for her to distance herself from them). need to escape reality rn and tlb is the way to go, love ya :3

Protective Boys

A/N: I hope this brings you some comfort. Lots of love to you ❤️ Anytime you need an escape from reality I’m happy to help.

You were relaxing in the cave, not really paying attention to anything, when Paul shoved Marko into David and David started yelling. Luckily, you’d been cuddling with Dwayne at the time, who didn’t get involved in this stuff, so you just curled further into him, trying to block out the other boys.

You hate yelling.

Marko blamed Paul and Paul blamed Marko. David was furious, and then Marko hit Paul.

“Hey!” You scold. “Don’t hit each other.”

“Shut up, Y/N, what are you, our mom?”

You tense.

“Marko,” Dwayne growled. “Your fighting is upsetting her. Everyone needs to calm down.”

“Don’t be such a fucking pussy,” Marko snarled at you. David nodded, side-eyeing you with irritation for your stepping in. Great, here it was happening again. The fighting party would come to make up over targeting you instead.

You gently push away from Dwayne, standing up with your jaw locked.

You try to storm past Marko but he roughly grabs your arm. Instinctively, your free arm flies up to cover your head.

He lets go like your skin burned him, and suddenly the cave is too quiet. You’re shaking from the stress of the abusive language, and slowly uncover your head.

Everyone is looking at you with concern, and Marko looks incredibly guilty.

“What the hell was that?” David asks, never one to be gentle.

Dwayne glares at him.

“You-You didn’t think I’d hit you, did you?” Marko asks.

You shrug, embarrassed. “You were really angry.”

He takes a few steps back.

“He’d never hit you, girl,” Paul says quietly. “None of us would.” “I’m sorry,” Marko says, looking utterly disgusted with himself. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, or grabbed you like that.”

Dwayne, ever intuitive, is the one to ask, “Y/N, did something happen? With your friends or… at home?”

“Nothing,” you mutter.

“Well that wasn’t fucking nothing,” David snapped.

“All of you, stay away from me. Leave me alone!”

You made a break for the mouth of the cave, and when they tried to stop you, you screamed and kicked until they backed off in shock, and you were able to scramble out of the sunken hotel and race up the rickety stairs.

You could hear them fly after you.

You ran past their bikes, and heard four sets of feet hit the ground as they landed to continue after you on foot.

“Y/N! Y/N, come on, come back!”

“Fuck off!” You threw them the middle finger without looking at them to emphasize your point.

Suddenly, Dwayne was right behind you, reaching out, and you shrieked, your nerves having already been shot for the night. He backed off immediately. Your hands were shaking as you finally turned to them. “I’m so fucking serious, leave me alone.”

And you ran.

All the adrenaline coursing through your veins left virtually no other option. You needed to release it somehow.

You ran all the way from the bluff to the boardwalk, where you finally allowed your lungs room to breathe. The boardwalk was empty by now, so despite slowing to a walk, you kept your pace swift to get home before you got kidnapped or something.

Not that you knew this, but you didn’t have to worry.

Thirty feet above you, your boys hovered in the air, making sure you’d get home unharmed.

You did get home unharmed, but once you were in your house, they couldn’t police what happened next.

When you got to your house, you scaled the side of it, desperate to avoid any detection. You didn’t want them to know you’d left, or were returning. You thought it went well, slipping through your own bedroom window without a sound.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, and went to open your closet when a cold voice had a horrified chill settling deep in your bones.

“How nice of you to come back.”

“Mom… please,” you whisper.

On the roof, the boys exchange glances.

“So where were you? Whoring yourself out to half the town?”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“No-“ “Or maybe just the local biker gang.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Wh- no.”

“Yeah. I heard people have been seeing you around with them. Want to explain that to your father?”

You can feel the blood drain from your face.

“No, please, he doesn’t need to know- ow!”

She’d grabbed your arm, ugly acrylic nails digging into flesh and tears began to flow as she yelled for your father while dragging you down the stairs.

David, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne all move to the living room window.

When your father comes downstairs, you’re eyeing the door, weighing the risks and rewards of attempting escape. All thoughts were dashed when your mother opened her mouth.

“Your whore child has been running around with the local biker gang.”

A vase smashed against the wall, right next to your head and you flinch.

“Are you fucking serious? I’m woken up at three in the fucking morning for this bullshit? To find out you’re a slut? What else is new?”

He crosses the room and your back hits the wall.

“I should have never had you,” your mother mutters.

“Do you know what kind of name you’re giving this family!?” Your father screams in your face.

You sob, but the front door is suddenly flung open when your boys have seen enough.

David walks right up to your father, Marko to your mother, and Paul and Dwayne stand in front of you like a barrier.

David says nothing to your father, just stares him down, while your father stares back at the intruder in shock.

“Who the fuck are you!?” Your mother shrieks.

Marko spits at her feet, and David simultaneously shoves your father to the floor.

Before any fallout from their actions can occur, Dwayne is throwing you over his shoulder and the five of you are hauling ass out of the house.

Dwayne readjusts you so he can hold you bridal style, a better position for flying. Then you’re in the sky.

The flight home, your real home, is silent.

When you all finally get back to the cave, Dwayne puts you down, only for you to be swept up immediately into Paul’s arms. He sits on the couch, holding you like someone’s about to steal you away.

Marko sits down in a corner, chewing on his glove with anger twisting his features.

David’s hands were clasped behind his back as he paced the cave rather violently.

You were still for once, the events of the night having drained all your energy. You couldn’t even cry anymore. Paul kissed the top of your head, rocking you gently.

“We’ll kill them tomorrow night,” David announces suddenly, seemingly having come to a conclusion. “There’s not enough time between now and daylight.”

“Kill them?” You ask.

“Is that a problem?” Dwayne asks quietly.

“…No.”

You sleep in the nest of mattresses and blankets on the floor of the back cavern that had been made for you and Laddie after the Emerson incident.

Marko sleeps with you tonight, holding you and whispering apologies until you fall asleep.

You wake up to Laddie shaking you lightly, asking if you’ll take him to go get food on the boardwalk. Marko isn’t in the nest and the other boys aren’t in the rafters.

“What time is it?” You ask Laddie, who pulls out the pocket watch Marko had stolen for him a couple months ago.

“Um… eleven something.”

Laddie could read the basics of the clock.

“Thanks bud,” you groan, rolling over. “Yeah, we can go get some grub. Gimme a second.”

You get up and change out of the clothes you slept in, but you’re too tired to put effort into your appearance, so you tug on a sweatshirt and some bike shorts. Grabbing Laddie’s hand, you lead him out of the cave, casually asking if he knew where everyone had gone.

He didn’t. He’d awoken to the sound of them leaving around half past nine, but hadn’t been able to get through the tunnel fast enough to ask them where they were going.

You had a pretty good idea of where they’d gone.

You didn’t really want to think about it, so after getting Laddie his food, you treated him to some carnival games and rides. But the rides closed at one in the morning, and the boardwalk at one-thirty. So you hoped the boys would show up by some saving grace, because they weren’t the only thing that made Santa Carla dangerous.

You and Laddie were basically magnets for trouble being out here so late without them.

Your unspoken pleas were answered when the roar of their motorcycles came into earshot. Laddie clung to your leg.

They were surrounding you two not a moment later, and nothing felt more comforting. You smile at David, who looks mischievously pleased with himself. “Good night?” You ask with a knowing lilt to your tone.

“Fantastic,” he smirks, wiping a smear of blood on his cheek.

Dwayne helps Laddie onto the back of his bike, and Paul offers you his hand. When it comes to who you ride with, it’s typically first come first serve, so you climb on with him.

The ride home is quiet but the silence is comfortable. Laddie is drooping against Dwayne’s back, clearly tired. You’ll be putting him to bed as soon as you all get back.

When you do get back, you’re surprised to find all of your belongings stacked near the entrance of the cave.

You turn to David.

“Sorry, we didn’t have time to put anything away. We didn’t want you two out alone any longer.”

What they did that night is never spoken, but you’ve officially moved in.