#lestat said throw me around pretty boy

[smokiedokie]

He knows what he likes

[gojos-thot-patrol]

hbd lovely!!! could i get “its because im not a vampire, isnt it” humor/goofy with pookie of the year suguru geto?

HE ABSOLUTELY IS POOKIE OF THE YEAR I love this

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Starring: Definitively not a vampire Suguru Geto

“You’re kidding me, this is your favorite movie?” Suguru playfully teased you as the final fight of The Lost Boys started to really escalate, the cheesy 80s effects really showing their age as the vampires “flew” around the screen.

“Yes, it is!” You laughed, “Now shut up, “We’re getting to the good part!” You said, playfully pushing him as you watched the screen, captivated by the same scene you had seen a hundred times before. Suguru shook his head, but didn’t say anything, finding your excitement for the horror comedy far too endearing. That was until Micheal pretty easily impaled David on a deer antler of all things.

“Oh, come on! “That's our final fight!?” He laughed, “That was so fucking easy!”

“Look, I never said this was a good movie!” You grinned, throwing your hands up in your own defense.

“So, remind me why it’s your favorite again?” Suguru asked, turning to you as he waited for an explanation. You wouldn’t make eye contact with him, suddenly staring very hard at the floor. He tilted his head. “Y/n?”

“I don’t want to say.”

“Why not?”

“It’s personal.” You chuckled.

“Personal? Personal h—no.” He said, suppressing the laughing fit building in his chest. You covered your face, embarrassment building in you fast and giggles escaping you to try and let it out.

“Y/n, no!”

“Suguru yes.” You confessed. He erupted into laughter.

“You had a crush on one of those assholes?! Who?! Please don’t say Micheal.”

“It was David.”

“That's so much worse than Michael.” He howled.

“Hey, Davids not bad!” You jumped to one of your oldest crushes defense, “He’s a vampire bad boy, thats hot!”

“Absolutely not, that man had a mullet. A mullet.” Suguru oh-so-helpfully reminded you. 

“And? He made it work!”

“He absolutely did not make it work. That man looked like he was crying in every scene he was in, probably because he was out in public with that fucking mullet again!” Suguru simply could not stop laughing at this. 

“Hey, that means he’s just in touch with his emotions!” You argued.

“I think you just like guys that sparkle.”

“David absolutely did not sparkle, you watch your tongue.” You warned. Suguru raised an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know Y/n, he seemed pretty shiny there at the end.” Suguru pointed out.

“That’s different!”

“I don’t think it is.”

“It so is! You leave him alone!” You laughed, playfully hitting Sugurus chest.

“Oh man, I can’t believe you had a crush on David.” Geto said, shaking his head, “Next you’re gonna tell me you thought Lestat was hot.” Your silence was very loud.

“No.” 

“Look, that’s like, the one movie where I understand the Brad Pitt hype.” That shocked Geto right out of his relaxed position on the couch so he could get a good look at the mental illness that had to be in his eyes. 

“Doesn’t he spend like, that whole movie being an asshole?” Suguru questioned.

“Look, I clearly like assholes, you’re here.” You reminded him.

“I just think you like vampires.” He pointed out. You looked behind you at the fairly large sized Dracula poster hanging on your wall.

“Really? You think?” You laughed. He shook his head.

“No, actually this is putting so much into perspective,” He giggled, “That's why you wouldn’t go out with me for the longest time! It’s because I’m not a vampire, isn’t it?” He teased.

“Nah, It’s actually because you hung out with Gojo, so I assumed you two would be similar.”

“What’s wrong with Gojo?!”

“Do I need to answer that?”

“No.” He admitted. You smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Try not to get too jealous babe, You’re way hotter than those vampires anyway.” You tried to comfort him.

“Even if I don’t have fangs?”

“Well, fangs would help but-” Geto stood just to dramatically throw himself back on the couch.

“I knew it!” He gasped, “You’ll never love me like you love those glorified leeches!” He pseudo-weeped.

“You’re right!” You smiled. “Because they're fake. Ink on paper, or pixels on the screen. But, you’re real Sugubear.” Oh the irony of this being fanfiction, “You’re real, and you’re here. Which, makes our love inherently more real.” He smiled warmly at you, sitting up and kissing the side of your head.

“You’re right.” He admitted. “So what movies next?”

“What about Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter?”

“That sounds perfect.”

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine teaching Louis and Lestat about modern life.

It was time to get these two up with the times. When you met Lestat, he was at still wearing ruffles around his collar and his wrists. They were always catching blood. Always getting the attention of the people that he passed by in the night. The drunks all thought that he and Louis, always with the long ponytail, were some sort of actors. Street entertainers. They’d stop and watch and wait for a show, egging them on. ‘Come on then, recite us some Shakespeare pretty boys.’ It was after this confrontation, after the two men came out of the alleyway with red dripping from the corner of their lips, that you realized what they were. And more important, how much help that they needed.

“What is this?” Lestat asked, squinting over your shoulder as you typed away on your laptop. “How is that - how is there a picture of me?”

“Eh, I mashed together the features of a couple of actors that resemble you through photoshop to make you. Pretty brilliant, actually,” You said, tooting your own horn. “I’m making you an instagram, a tinder and a grinder. Social media, babes. Everyone has it. Highly suspicious if you don’t and a great way to lure in victims that way.”

Lestat looked over at Louis with raised eyebrows. He hadn’t even heard of such things. But he did like seeing a likeness of him on the screen. “Carry on.”

The fashion - oh lord. You went through their closets like you were Tan France, evaluating everything. “It is - hard to get to the shops,” Louis admitted as you took a brocaded vest. “Don’t people enjoy - vintage, was the word?”

“Vintage is the nineteen eighties, love,” You said, throwing almost everything into the bag. The stained things, anyhow. They did convince you to leave them a couple of pieces. “Not the eighteen eighties. Luckily for you - there’s online shopping.”

Lestat seemed enthused by leather. He embraced a more goth look with the clothing that he chose. Pleather and PVC, mesh shirts and even a little bit of crazy leopard print. While Louis - he stuck with classical - button up shirts and practical pants, once in a while venturing into an arty t-shirt with some John Lennon type sunglasses. You taught Lestat how to put on eyeliner a la Gerard Way without a mirror until he was an expert at it, coming alive with the look.

“And now you’re ready,” You said, adding just a little bit of blush to Louis’s cheeks. These two men, these vampires, they came from a different time. They didn’t go through the hooplah of makeup not being seen as manly anymore. We circled back to even more accepting times. “- but are you ready to party?”

“Always,” Lestat scoffed. Louis looked a little more skeptical than his blonde counterpart.

“What kind of party?”

“You, gentlemen, are going to learn the pleasures of a rave.”

Requested by: @vicky-widow​