#near dark (1987)

[riskybite]

hai! can you imagine anything abt severen being very cuddly. maybe he’s sleepy and lets reader cuddle with him? thank u 🩷

wrote this as part II for my sev fic HERE. thanks for the ask.

You stood in the bathroom at the motel and pulled up the edge of your shirt. You looked at your bullet wound in the weak light. It’d healed some since you’d left the bar. Your fingertip brushed over it, a patch of skin gnarled and raw. It was an ugly scar. Thank God it’d be gone by tomorrow night. You didn’t want Sev to see it.

You twisted on the faucet and splashed some water over it. Blood had dried on the scar and the smoother skin around it. You washed the red crust down the drain. You wanted rid of any reminders of being shot. You also needed rid of your shirt. It was stained red where the bullet’d torn through.

You glanced up when Sev stood in the doorway. You noticed he’d kicked off his boots and removed his belt and holsters. He still wore his jeans, his white undershirt and the long-sleeved flannel over it. He looked less savage without his leather jacket. You’d worn his jacket to the motel. It hung over the shower curtain rod behind you.

“How we lookin’?” he said. His gaze fell on your scar.

“Better,” you said. But he noticed the hurried way you pulled your shirt down over it.

Sev sunk to his knees and slipped his thumbs through the belt loops of your jeans. He pulled your hips toward him and bit the bloody edge of your shirt, dragging it up with his teeth. As soon as he exposed that ugly patch of skin, he pressed a soft kiss to it. His silent way of telling you he didn’t mind it.

Grateful, you combed your fingers through his greasy dark hair. He nuzzled his face against your abdomen while you spoke. “You don’t have to wait for me,” you said. “Go to bed.”

Sev hugged your thighs, his voice muffled against your bare skin. “I want my babydoll,” he said. “Can’t sleep without her.”

You ruffled his hair. “I’ll be there in a minute,” you said.

“Now,” he said. His arms tightened around your thighs and he stood, picking you up as easily as if you really were a doll. You ducked your head to avoid the doorframe as you both passed beneath it. Sev carried you over to the bed but you spoke before he could flop down on it.

“Wait,” you said. “I need to get out of this dirty shirt.” You’d worn bloody clothes to bed before, but this one was different. You didn’t want to wear your own blood unless Sev’s teeth had bled you. You didn’t want reminded of that man who’d shot you.

Sev must’ve understood, because he set you on your feet. He shrugged off his flannel and held it out to you. “Here,” he said.

You smiled and pulled your shirt over your head. Then you shoved down your jeans and kicked them aside. Sev helped you into his shirt and pulled the ends of it together to button them closed. His fingers brushed over your bare skin, over your scar. You flinched away from his touch.

Sev frowned. “Still hurtin’?” he said.

You shook your head. “No,” you said, embarrassed.

Sev abandoned the buttons and pulled you down on the mattress. He laid on his side and tucked you against him, your back to his chest. He laid his hand over your scar, his fingers splayed across your flesh.

“Ya try to touch that scar,” he said, his mouth against your ear, “yer gonna feel my hand instead. An’ yer gonna remember that bad man’s gone. Any more bad men come ‘round, I’m gonna tap dance on their skulls jus’ like I did tonight. Remember, baby?” He kissed your neck.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You remembered the sounds, mostly. Brains squelched beneath boot heels.

“It’s jus’ you an’ me here,” he said. “You an’ me. An’ I don’t care ‘bout no scars.” He buried his face in your neck. You expected to feel the sharp edge of his teeth next. But you didn’t. You felt rough stubble on his cheek as he cuddled you close.

You laid your hand over his. There was dirt and blood under his fingernails and his rings were cold. He nudged his leg between yours and the patches sewn on his jeans scratched your bare thighs. His other arm was wrapped around your other side, pinned beneath you. It dug into your ribs. His hand had slipped inside your open flannel shirt and his fingers pinched your bare flesh. Sev was rough when he meant to be gentle. But he clung to his babydoll like you were his most precious possession. That counted for something. That counted for a lot.

His head still rested in the curve of your neck. You reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair. You didn’t have to say you loved him. He could feel it in your grasp that you never wanted to let him go.

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[slushi-chan]

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[arkashas]

Near Dark (1987) dir. Kathryn Bigelow

[lektricfergus]

2 very slightly different versions because they are both funny. to me

love to @we-keep-odd-hours for peer reviewing this lmao

[hatergirlrobin]

vampires 🩸 monolith by twin tribe

— flash warning !!

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[gospelofmarco]

Severen in Near Dark (1987), dir. Kathryn Bigelow

[we-keep-odd-hours]

Hello all! A couple weeks ago I set up a poll on my tumblr, we-keep-odd-hours, asking if anyone would be interested in a Valentine exchange for Near Dark fics, and I got a whole four votes saying "yes." This doesn't sound like much, but for a fandom with less than 50 total fics (once you remove crossovers) that's quite a response! So here we go, a belated Valentine's Exchange for us.

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[riskybite]

Sev kept kissing on your neck. It didn’t distract you from the fact that you were both locked in the trunk of a car.

The car had broken down near dawn. You’d found yourselves on a one-lane road with steam escaping from beneath the hood. Empty fields stretched out like a last breath on either side. Sev’d pulled the dying vehicle onto the dirt shoulder and told you to get in the trunk. You weren’t going to make it back to the motel.

You two barely fit. You were crushed against him, but he’d held you this tightly before in motel beds. He’d slammed the trunk lid closed and locked you both inside. Said he’d be strong enough after dark to kick it back open.

You believed him. Still you hated the thought of sunlight held over your heads all day, burning against the trunk lid. But there was nowhere else to go.

Sev held his arm and leg slung over you. His mouth pressed kisses on your throat, his teeth nipping your skin at times. It was the best way he knew how to soothe you. You smelled blood on his breath and the old leather of his jacket against your cheek. But you could also smell your fear. You knew Sev could smell it, too.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Scaredy-cat,” he said. But his voice was soft and you knew you were forgiven.

You must have fallen asleep. A slammed car door jolted you awake. Your ears picked up the sounds of static chatter over a radio and the slow tread of footsteps as someone circled your car.

Sev was already awake. You felt his breath rasping harshly against your face.

“Somebody’s out there,” you whispered.

“Cop,” he said. “Goddamn it.”

Sev propped himself up on his elbows as much as he was able. The cop was coming closer, nearing the back of the car. Sev was getting ready to lunge out of the trunk.

You grabbed his leather sleeve, your nails digging into his arm. “Don’t,” you said.

“Don’t got a choice,” he said. His next words sounded like he already regretted what was coming. “Babydoll, this is gonna hurt. Don’t ya come after me, now. Ya hear?”

You didn’t have time to answer him. The cop lifted the rusty latch on the trunk. The lid came up. A river of fire washed over you.

You screamed and raised your arms to shield as much of your face as you could. Daylight scorched your palms and wrists. It peeled the skin off your face and neck as you flailed for the open lid. Somehow you slammed it closed, your survival instinct the only thing stronger than your pain.

Then you were alone in the dark. You listened to your own whimpers and sobs in the hollow, empty space. You wanted Sev.

You heard him hollering curses outside, agony in his voice as he burned. He dragged dead weight around the far side of the car and you knew it was the cop. That fight hadn’t lasted long. Less than a minute, maybe. Still too long for Sev to be out in the daylight unprotected.

You covered your face with your denim jacket when you heard his boots coming back. Sev wrenched open the trunk. You bit back a scream as sunlight flayed the skin of your upraised hand. Sev threw himself inside and slammed the lid closed behind him.

The stench of burnt hair and skin filled the tight space, overwhelming you. You were crushed against each other again, your face pressed to Sev’s chest. At least you were together. His chest hitched with ragged breaths and pained groans. You gritted your teeth against the sounds. You’d rather burn again than listen to him suffer.

It took a few minutes, but Sev’s breaths finally started to lengthen and even out. He was healing same as you, slowly but surely. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him like a scared child.

“S’okay” he hissed. “I wanna get used to it.” He laughed weakly. “The devil’s gonna have a time with me,” he said. “When I git to hell, I’ll be burnin’ an’ laughin’ an’ he won’t be able to do shit about it. I’ll be used to it. Ain’t gonna let a lil’ hellfire stop me from lovin’ on ya.” You felt him kiss the top of your head. “Nuthin’ gonna keep me from my girl,” he said against your hair.

“Then I better get used to it, too,” you said and hugged him tighter. “Next time, let me burn, Sev.”

“Ya ain’t bossin’ me around,” he growled. But his voice had a dulled edge to it. Mostly he sounded hurt and worn out. Your offer to take a turn in the daylight probably didn’t sound so bad.

Your thoughts turned to the dead cop outside. “We don’t have much time until somebody comes looking for him,” you said. “Do we?”

Sev didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Dread settled like a weight over you, but there was nothing else to do but wait. You clung to Sev and he buried his face in your hair, his body shuddering against yours while his flesh continued to heal.

It was only a few minutes later that you heard another vehicle pull up. You’d hoped you’d have more time. The shriek of brakes cut through the silence of the countryside. You thought it sounded like a larger vehicle, like a bus or an RV. Then you heard footsteps again, hurrying closer.

“Son of a bitch,” Sev said. He readied to jump out of the trunk and you did the same. He grabbed the front of your shirt to hold you back, his grip rough. He had no intention of letting you out of this trunk. But before you could argue, a familiar voice called out for Severen.

Caleb’s voice.

“‘Bout damn time!” Sev hollered back. You felt the tension leave his body as he slumped against you with relief.

He’ll deny it later, of course. Feeling relieved. Around a smoky game of poker, he’ll claim he always knew the rest of the Hooker Clan would save your sorry asses. He’ll say it with a wide grin while he slaps Caleb on the back too hard and earns a skeptical smirk from Diamondback. Sev has his pride. Seated on his lap, you’ll share a smile with your mate and join in on his laughter. You’ll never admit that you were both scared shitless. You’ll never tell a soul.

Sev is willing to burn for you. The least you can do is lie for him.

[trash-gobby]

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[livfordoodles]

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[msookyspooky]

Omg omg omg SPOOK!! I just saw Nosferatu and I am obsessed!! I hope you're doing well because I know you'd love it and if you're up for it. What do you think if Near Dark was even gritter and more gothic with Severen like Count Orlock

Severen or Homer prob:"Wdym? We have Nosferatu at home." *Points at Jesse.*

I have not seen it yet! (But I have seen most of it online lol) And I love any vampire media not afraid to make them unsettling and ngl Count Orlock having maggots on him??? *Gagging* I love it. It's so deliciously dark and toxic and conflicting like a true gothic horror romance should be.

I ADORE this idea you have no idea and I wish at least once in his career Bill could've did what...Bill (lol) did with Count Orlock. It's such a pity such a creative and adventurous actor like Bill Paxton didn't get to put on heavy prosthetics and be like Gary Oldman's Dracula or Count Orlock where it makes him almost indistinguishable. I feel like even if Bill's good at playing rednecks, assholes, hero types or domestic men he missed his calling in more fantasy or gothic films (We don't count him crawling in the puppet suit in Weird Science lmfao) Especially since we wouldn't have Near Dark if it wasn't for him seeing how gothic it was and dragging everyone on board. Though I sorta feel like with how expressive and high energy he is; they would've type casted him as Jonathan Harker or Arthur in Dracula or Thomas for Nosferatu.

Contains: Hinted grooming depending on what a 'child' was (could be 16 could be 21 back then) and the way they viewed innocence till marriage; I don't condone it in modern times just going based off the movies layered gothic take on what Count Orlock is and history. DLDR • Dark Themes • Blood • Decay • Dubcon • Manipulation • Hinted Mindcontrol / Hypnosis • Different Time Period / Severen during the Wild West Era with a bit more modernish speech than Nosferatu • Fem!Reader x Monster!Severen Van Sickle from Near Dark

Severen / Nosferatu Au

🥀 You're on the prairie ready to be married and have babies like any Christian Woman even if a decent proposal came rather late for you. Still a girlish cherub face not a line or gray hair in sight yet with a womanly body that had bloomed fast and powerful the last few years nearly a decade in time since the first incident. One day, you were a teen still playing in field's and the next, a woman in her late 20's to be wed to a strapping young man albeit wet behind the ears not from around your part of the woods ready to homestead and settle down with a pretty wife.

🩸 You told no one of the sensual energy you felt from an invisible visitor in your nightly escapades out of pure shame. Blaming dancing in the dark field with shadows as sleep walking and the convulsions of horror and orgasmic lust as illness and that you were just a creative shameful girl with a wicked mind to conjure up something so grotesque that your family covered up but people in such a close knit community miles around talked

🪰 You had heard the rumors from the Romani traveling through of a creature at night as they did their odd superstitious methods to keep it at bay. A deadman hung and left to rot as an outlaw decades prior that they swore had crawled out of his musty grave and was the source of the cattle mutilations and the missing children in the local area

🪦 But you couldn't ignore the call to you late one evening while you're new husband was away helping ranchers overnight when a jangling of a spur sounded. A sound that beckoned you to the window and like a trance you opened it as a shadowy figure that defied logic; entered

You stared, taking shallow breaths at the creature before you. The one from both your nightmares and erotic dreams. He had an accent similar to the area and times yet older with a tinge of something you couldn't place.

"Enchantress..." He purred in a guttural voice no doubt from how rotten he was. His body decaying and his once mischievous blue eyes now sunken in and dull. Hollowed cheeks and gapped jagged teeth with grime on them. Clothes dusty and old and weathered as his leathery skin. "Thou summoned me. You made me come here." He purred almost mockingly as if hindering upon old folktales of ancient night creatures and modern forboding outlaws.

You swallowed, shaking your head in only a thin white seeth of a nightgown, "I did not." You clutched your arms to your chest to not have him see your breast through the thin fabric meant only for your husband.

"You did." His breathing was labored from the rot shriveling his lungs as his clawed hands outstretched to you. Seeking you out. "Just as you did when you were a buddin' flower in full bloom aching to be picked."

"I was a child!" You admonished even as butterflies fluttered from the memories you thought were in your head.

"And yet-" He circled you. Bodies creaking noises only covered by the jangle of his spurs on his studded boots. "You called upon me like a siren in the night. Bewitching me while frolicking bare in the field-"

"Lies." You murmured shaking your head as he continued.

"Calling out...'Come to me. Dance with me. Love me...Touch me as a man would a woman'.... Ya didn't know why you felt how you did and why your body shook a burning ache between your thighs you couldn't mistake and I made it feel better-"

"Lies!" You hissed even if you felt your cheeks heat in shame and embarrassment at the fact it was true.

He chuckled a low rumble that echoed in his hollowed chest. "Yet..." He breathed out as he drew closer to you. Gazing down at you in lust in reverance in yearning. "You bewitched me. Called me out from the grave and I had no choice but to crawl to you on my belly like a lowly beast. You are my addiction. "

You glared even as your lower stomach, right over your womb, flipped and heated pleasantly from the Monster before you. "I care nothing of your addictions!" You spat.

"And yet, we're bound and ya know it... In spirit, you consumed me. Had me clawing at my coffin everynight eager to just smell that heady musk of that forbidden fruit...Almost as tempting as the sweet blood in your veins." He mumbled as his clawed hand yearned to touch you. You closed your eyes feeling a shadow of his touch that quickened your heart. "And in turn, I gave you what you needed and craved instead of what I craved. To be loved-"

"You cannot love. You're a monster." You shuddered as you forced out the words with trepidation.

"...I...Cannot love." He agreed with longing in his gaze. "I'm an itch that you need to scratch. That's all... Can't stand nights without you...I crave you as you do me." He hesitated. His leathery palm near your cheek. Feeling the heat from your skin as you ached to touch him.

He faltered before with the force of a starved man grabbed you in fierce kiss. One you both couldn't share before when he visited your dreams and helped you explore yourself. This kiss, had your core pooling with heat and yet your mind reeling at his chapped lips, bad breath, his musty dusted clothes and parts of his flesh decaying and yet you kissed back in a way you admittedly never kissed your husband.

He pulled back breathing heavily , "...Mine." He whispered in possessive rumble.

And then, you had the bit of pride to tell him, "...I hate you."

You swore to God you saw hurt. Genuine human hurt flashed in his blue eyes before he hissed like a cat and threw you back onto your bed. You almost struggled till he held you down by your wrist and growled. Showing his fangs and damn you to Hell that you jutted out your breast and cranned your neck for a millisecond in reply to his advances. You stopped yourself as you shook wanting this creature to fuck you into this bed then wanted to vomit and peel your skin off for him daring to touch you. You ached for him so badly your head spun yet your stomach churned in revolting sickness.

He sniffed your neck like an animal, labored breathing at the blood rushing under the surface he ached to taste for years now. Your skin was on fire despite his icy cool touch and you wanted to just shout 'Take me! Bite me, love me, hate me, use me for all eternity!' and yet you couldn't know if these were your thoughts or the monsters coercion.

"3 nights. You have 3 nights to choose or your loved ones die...Especially that damned boy you call a husband." He growled out and eased off you as you looked frightened at him killing him. "All you have to do is give in and I'll be your paramour for all eternity...I will be near, my lil witch." He gave in dare you say warning.

You watched him recede into the shadows. His eyes never leaving yours until he vanished into the night. Dogs tied up on homesteads furiously barking at nothing as locals got their guns thinking it was a raid or coyotes.

Meanwhile you almost cried at how violated you felt, how scared, how disgusted...How wet, how disgracefully tingly, how hot and bothered.

You swallowed remembering a dream you had while sleep walking in that field. Touching your soft bush under your gown and whimpering. Feeling foolish being close to a young adult as far as marriage went yet unable to truly know without a man's touch. Your female relatives saying it wasn't proper to be talking about such things and you'd figure it out like they had on how to service a husband followed by punishment of Bible verses.

'Why do I feel like this? Am I sick?' Your younger self had asked no one in particular yet someone indeed answered

'Nay Darlin'. You're horny. Feels good, doesn't it?' A wickedly sensual voice spoke as you cranned your head back at a shadowy hand roaming your body when nothing was visibly there. 'What a shame. A fruit so rip, spilling juices, ready to fall off the tree of naivete ages ago with no one to pluck it...Lick it's juices...Sink into it...It's a damn disgrace to let you rot in agony like this or to let some boy squish that fruit without truly savoring it...'

You panted at the words and feeling your nipples pebble at the ghostly touch of that shadow as it descended lower.

'Please, touch me like a woman..." You gasped out and trembled. 'Please I'm sick of innocence. Sick of purity. Sick of this ache that haunts me nightly!'

You threw your head back with a wanton cry as just that shadow grazing over your cunt had you seeing stars. Tingles of pleasure shot up you and burst through every part of your body in ways you had never felt.

'Then let me be thy hand to give you what you need.' The voice gave in a breathy horny sigh of his own. You couldn't tell but your hand started touch those slick folds as if a puppet on a string guided by that shadowy hand over yours. Whispering cooes of praise and arousal like an adoring lover that took you over the edge again and again.

It was exquisite. A phantoms touch that seared into your soul. That made you an addictive wench beckoning the shadow to play with you nightly in ways your husband to this day couldn't even please you

Till it wasn't. Till you saw the image of a creature with blood all over him and rotting flesh hissing at your fright from seeing him in your mind...You though it was in your mind? But it was so real his big hand around your throat to silence your screams and redoubling his efforts to bring you to both Heaven and Hell. Your family came outside seeing you convulsing and touching upon yourself in ways that disturbed them and you were in a dream or a nightmare.

How could you have predicted what you thought was shameful exploration and imagination was real? That you in your loneliness had casted some wayward cry of necromancy to raise the outlaw from the grave!? And now...

You wrestled with your morals, you love from your husband, and the affliction of this corpse. Wanting to slap yourself yet also thrust your fingers into your aching wet heat like you had many a nights since he crept into your life and spirit like a parasite in the body you couldn't get out. "God help me-" You shakily voiced clutching your crucifix on your dainty necklace while pushing up your nightgown.

[how-are-those-maggots]

Y'all!!!!!! Near Dark is on Tubi now!!!!!

I've never seen a digital copy of this movie, aside from clips on youtube that is. And I'm so excited that it's now on such a widely available platform! I really hope to see more content involving this movie now that it's online.

If you haven't already, go watch Near Dark. It came out the same year as The Lost Boys but was overshadowed, and that is a fuckin crime. It's amazing, so amazing I got one of the main characters tattooed on the back of my thigh. 🥰

(And if you don't know already Tubi is totally free, and you don't need to make a profile, anyone can use it for free. The only "downside" is that it has ads/commercials.)

If you like Bill Paxton, or vampire cowboys/outlaws, go watch this movie! The man is a possum of a vamp, and he is incredibly chaotic and wild. I love him with all my heart. ❤️

Oh and if it'll help peak your curiosity, the name of Bill Paxton's character in this movie is Severen Van Sickle. 😏

[lektricfergus]

inspired by the an american werewolf in london version of this meme i saw today

[vampirewrestlinglover]