#the lost boys 1987

[barbara-on-myspace]

[ria-coolgirl]

@thinkblotted

So I thought back on the lost boys and I noticed that the boys are not really the villains of the story, that honor goes to max, because if you look deep into it the boys are really goons in a way (henchman if you will)

And another thing I noticed was in the song cry little sister the line when said blind boys don’t lie and that got me thinking about the boys deaths.

For example David at first glance is this cool menacing bad boy who is the leader of the lost boys, but when he first sees the main protagonist Michael he is head over heels for him, like seriously he goes out of his way to impress Michael through the movie like you would do with a crush. And on top of that he can’t get a word out when he’s around him and always smiling at him and in the maggots and worm scene and bridge scene he uses tactic of scaring as a way of flirting which in the end leads to his death being blinded by love.

For Marko at first glance he is the time bomb of the gang, the first thing he does is get into a fight, cause someone looked at him and the guys wrong and in the motorcycle race when Michael punched David in the face he’s the first one to get up and gets ready to fight him. He is protective of his friends and is always ready to defend them, but he also playful with them and gets food for them because he is loyal, which makes his death all the more saddening that he was asleep during his death vulnerable, unable to do anything, unable to fight back blinded by vulnerability.

For Paul at first is the laidback one of the gang, the one who smiles at everything and is always joking around, in the bridge scene where they are hung over the train tracks he plays with Marko and when they are entering in the cave, he is holding laddie’s hand and jumps around the way down to the cave like it’s a game and when he vamps out he is laughing, because he is happy and kind to everyone around him, which makes Marko’s death hits him the most and that happy persona melts away into pure unadulterated rage and vengeance which leads to his death as well blinded by rage.

For Dwayne at first he is the silent one of the gang not really saying much in the movie, but his actions speak louder than words could ever do for example in the movie he never seen showing off to anyone and only talks when he needs to. He is admired by laddie and copy’s him as a big brother , because he doesn’t need to show off to anyone cause he knows he’s strength and in the end while facing off against Sam he becomes cocky and says the famous line “ you miss sucker” to him even though he didn’t need to say that because he was overly confident to action first leaning to him to die by being blind by cockiness.

What do you all think about this? 🤔 



[dizzycycl0ne]

shoutout to whoever saw alex winter in the 80s and was like get that man in a crop top NOW‼️

[bitter-asexual]

The brain worms spoke again

[adeliadrawstuff]

FINALLY WATCHED THE LOST BOYS FOR THE FIRST TIME. FINALLY GET TO DRAW MARKO.

[aviradasa]

[justnatoka]

Murder Capital of the World

Gentle touch of the Sun - Chapter 1

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

A/n: A lot of this was written about a year ago, when I was just starting out with writing fanfiction, so you can edfinitely see some clumsy writing in some parts. At least I can. But I decided to mostly leave it as it was, because it's interesting to see how my skills and style has evolved over time. I definitely couldn't have written this series a year ago in a way that felt right, so in the end I'm pretty happy to come back to it with a bit more experience. I'm hoping I can do this idea justice, because I'm definitely a sucker for a good Soulmate AU.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: fluff, lots of platonic emotions, childhood best friend Michael, meeting your soulmates, slight confrontation but also sweet sweet tension (hehe), a few uses of Y/N

Summary: You arrive to Santa Carla to visit your childhood friend you haven't seen in a year. But along with the happy reunion, you find secrets and untold stories, as well as four strangers who seem to share some history with Michael. And there's just something about them.

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Welcome to Santa Carla. Murder Capital of the World.

You breathed out an amused laugh as you glanced at the back of the sign through your rearview mirror. So it really was there, just like Michael had told you. It’s not like you didn’t believe him, more like you didn’t expect it to still be there a year later. Surely, it can’t be too good for business. But judging by the number of tourists you saw as you rolled into town, and from the stories your friend told you over the phone about the beach parties happening in the summer, the ominous sign didn’t seem to have much effect. Most people probably chalked it up to the same thing you did: some local teens trying to cause trouble.

You felt like you knew the town already, even before setting foot in it for the first time. You’ve heard a lot about it over the past year, ever since Michael and his family moved there. You kept in touch regularly, none of you wanting to give up on a lifelong friendship just because he was suddenly many, many miles away instead of the other side of the street. He told you all about the sandy beach where people held bonfires, and about the boardwalk where seemingly the whole town gathered on hot summer nights. You couldn’t deny that it sounded like a fun place.

You turned off on one of the dirt roads leading up into the hills overlooking Santa Carla. Going up the winding backroads while trying to keep in mind the instructions Michael told you about which turns to take, you caught glimpses of the ocean and the beach down below. The waves were rolling gently into the shore, and you could see a few surfers out on the water. You wondered about how nice it must be to live in a place like this.

You finally turned the last bend in the road, spotting the house. It certainly had a… unique charm to it. In a beat down, old hippie kind of way. As you rolled in through the gate, you could already hear Nanook barking inside the house, alerting everyone to your arrival. You barely got out of the car when the front door burst open and the pupper bolted towards you. Dropping down on your knees, you welcomed his energetic greeting, eagerly petting and rubbing his fluffy head and body, earning yourself many slobbery kisses in return.

“Hi there, Nanook! I missed you too so much! How are you doing, you good boy?”

His answer was more excited tail wagging and licks to your hands. You basically saw him grow up from a puppy, having spent many afternoons and holidays at the Emersons’, and it was undeniable that you were one of his favorite humans, aside from Sam of course.

“Admit it, you only came to visit Nanook,” you heard a familiar voice, and as you looked up, you saw your childhood friend standing on the porch stairs with an amused smile.

“Why? Did you think I came for you, Michael?” you teased right back, a wide grin spreading on your lips when he pretended to be offended.

With a last pat to Nanook’s head, you stood up and met Michael halfway as he walked up to you, crushing him into a big hug.

“God, I missed you,” you sighed.

“We’ve been talking every week on the phone,” he chuckled.

“I know, but it’s not the same.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

You fell into comfortable silence, the two of you taking a moment to soak up each other’s presence for a bit. You grew up like siblings, and you would be lying if you said the move hadn’t been hard on both of you. Before they left, you promised to visit as often as you could, but then life got in the way, as it always does, and none of you could make the trip sooner. You were just relieved to finally see each other.

Squeezing you one more time, Michael pulled away to get your bag from the car.

“I saw that Santa Carla is still the ‘Murder Capital of the World’,” you mused.

Something changed in Michael’s expression at that, but it was gone the next second, his movements barely faltering as he shut the car door. You probably would have missed it if you didn’t know him so well.

“Yeah, I guess no one bothered to take it down.” He sounded so casual, you figured it was probably nothing serious.

Nanook followed behind you into the house, where you were immediately greeted by Lucy, who pulled you into a warm hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again, honey! You wouldn’t believe how excited Michael was when you told him you were coming. He wouldn’t stop talking about it,” she sent a smile towards her son. You could barely contain your grin as he started blinking rapidly in embarrassment.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Lucy,” you replied, feeling genuinely happy to be so warmly welcomed. But then again, she always had a way of making you feel at home.

“Yeah, I thought he would never shut up,” came a voice from behind you, and you turned around to see Sam coming down the stairs.

You gave him a quick hug too, and playfully ruffled his hair as you let him go, earning an indignant yelp from him.

“It’s good to see this place didn’t kill off your fashion sense,” you teased.

“Yeah, I mean a man has to take care of his appearance,” he muttered, already in front of a mirror, trying to fix the damage you caused to his perfectly done hairstyle. You just gave him a good-hearted eyeroll.

“Mom, I’m going to town to meet the Frogs,” he shouted, already moving out the door.

“Have fun, honey!” Lucy yelled after him.

You looked at Michael incredulously.

“He’s made some interesting friends,” he commented, and you had a feeling that there was a story there. Before you could ask about it however, another person appeared, and Michael changed the subject.

“This is Grandpa. I don’t think you’ve met before.”

The older man walked out of a side room at that moment, sending a quick glance and a somewhat friendly smile towards you before making his way to the kitchen.

“Good, you’re here. Now he can finally stop yappin’ about you coming every other hour,” he tossed it over his shoulder as he got out a root beer from the fridge. Michael facepalmed so hard, you almost started cackling. You thoroughly enjoyed him getting embarrassed by his family. Grandpa paused in the kitchen door and motioned back with the bottle in his hand.

“The second shelf is mine, so keep your hands off,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“No need to call me sir, I’m not that old,” he complained as he shuffled back to where he came from, shutting the sliding door behind himself.

You met Michael’s eyes with amusement, and he just shook his head.

“He had a long night at the widow Johnson’s,” he explained with a slight grin, and you now looked even more incredulous.

With greetings and introductions concluded, Michael guided you up the stairs and into a guest bedroom, a few doors down from his own. You looked around while he put your bag on the bed. You couldn’t NOT notice the squirrel sitting on your desk. You stared at it in bewilderment and as Michael followed your gaze, he let out a laugh.

“I forgot to tell you. Grandpa’s hobby is taxidermy. He wanted to give you something to feel more at home while you’re here.”

“I’m not sure I can sleep at night with that thing watching me.” You couldn’t keep your eyes off of it, as if expecting it to move the second you weren’t looking. Michael chuckled and went to grab it.

“Here, I’ll put it in the closet for you. Sammy’s was full of them after the first few weeks.” It was your turn to burst out laughing at that mental image, Michael following suit. When you finally quietened down, he left to make you some refreshments after your long drive, and to let you unpack in peace.

You went downstairs after you finished, and he gave you a tour of the house. You spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the property, sipping lemonade on the porch with Lucy who asked about your parents, petting the horses, playing with Nanook and catching up on what happened since your last call.

As the sky turned into shades orange and purple, you got up from sitting on the porch to get ready to go out.

“I can’t wait to see the famous Boardwalk,” you grinned in excitement while walking up the stairs. “You told me so many stories about the nightlife around here, I’ve been wanting to experience it for myself.”

“Yeah, the nightlife is… something else.”

You looked at him quizzically, his strange tone making you think that there might be some hidden meaning behind his words. His face wasn’t giving you any clue, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to elaborate either, so you let it go.

You really had to ask later what was going on with him. He seemed genuinely happy about you being here, but sometimes he got this look in his eyes that you just couldn’t explain. You couldn’t exactly put a finger on it, but you had a feeling there were things he didn’t tell you about. Growing up you shared every secret, every worry with each other. This was new, and it made you a little uneasy. As you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit, you decided to try and put it in the back of your mind, at least for the night.

You met up with Michael in the living room and went out to his bike. The sight of him standing next to it, looking at you expectantly brought back memories of years gone by. Seeing his excited face when he first showed you his new baby, having spent his summer holiday working hard to be able to buy it. Opening your door to him and his bike waiting for you to take you away from your everyday worries, away for some great adventure. It was linked to images of warm summer nights, the feeling of wind in your hair, to long conversations about teenage dreams and crushes and anxieties about the future. Any time either of you felt like you needed to get away for a bit, you went on a ride. Michael talked about how things at home were getting worse between his parents, and in turn you confessed to him about your insecurities and how you felt awful about yourself sometimes. It was on one of these occasions that Michael told you about the divorce and the move to Santa Carla. A lot of memories were bound to this bike, it was the representation of your high school lives.

After Michael and his family left Phoenix, your long rides were one of the things you missed the most. They were therapeutic for both of you in a way that your weekly phone calls just couldn’t compare. That’s why you felt a wave of emotions as you got on the bike behind him, and if the fond look he sent you over his shoulder was anything to go by, you knew he felt it too.

Your sentimental mood was quickly swept away by the rush of adrenaline when you rolled out the gate, your body already anticipating the ride. You loved the speed, there was no denying it, and Michael let you indulge, going faster on some of the dirt roads. You held onto him tightly as the wind whipped against your face, the scenery rushing past you in a blur. You couldn’t help but let out whoops of joy, the sound bringing a smile to his face.

You could already hear the noise of the boardwalk before it fully came into view, and as you arrived, you felt your stomach flutter in excitement. You caught glimpses of it during the day while you were driving through town, but it looked even more spectacular during the night. It was truly alive. The crowds of people were just as colorful as the lights that lit up everything, the air filled with screams from the rides, mixed with the sounds of the games and the music coming from further down the beach where, you presumed, the stage was. Behind the smell of popcorn and the sweet scent of cotton candy you could faintly detect the fresh saltiness of the ocean.

As you stood there for a long moment, taking everything in, a warm feeling started blossoming in your chest. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it felt right. Like this is where you were meant to be. Before you could try and analyze it further, Michael’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

“You know the way to a girl’s heart,” you joked, your pervious thoughts already forgotten.

After getting some hotdogs, you wandered around the boardwalk, looking at all the different shops and stalls, marveling at the small accessories and trinkets and clothes and everything they offered. You screamed your heart out on the rollercoaster, enjoyed a chill ride on the carousel, munched on some popcorn, then challenged Michael to a few games and joked about how bad you both were at them. Eventually, you ended up near the stage, swaying and bopping to the music. You even got Michael to dance a bit, laughing at his less than smooth moves.

It was during you break from dancing, while aimlessly surveying the people around you, that you noticed the girl on the other side of the crowd. She had dark, long, curly hair and even from afar you noticed how pretty she was. And she was watching you. When Michael noticed you staring and followed your line of sight, he froze.

There is was. You knew he was keeping something from you, and it looked like she was part of that something.

“Who’s she?” you asked.

“Nobody,” he replied instantly, averting his eyes from the girl and grabbing your arm, pulling you through the crowd. You just stared at his back in bewilderment. As you stumbled after him, bumping into people left and right, you were starting to grow slightly agitated.

“Michael, stop it.” He didn’t listen and didn’t stop, not until you arrived to an area by the railing separating the beach from the boardwalk, where there were significantly less people. You finally felt like you could breathe. “Michael I swear to god. There’s something you’re keeping from me and I can see it eating at you. Please, talk to me.”

He let go of you at last, and when he turned around to look at you, his body was wound tight with tension, his expression guarded and hesitant. You’ve never seen him like this, not towards you. However, you were determined as you stared back at him, pleading him with your eyes to open up to you. After a long moment, he averted his gaze and let out a dejected sigh. His hand combed through his hair nervously as he leaned back against the railing.

“I knew this would come up eventually, but I was hoping to enjoy the peace a bit longer before that,” he admitted. You furrowed you brow in confusion.

“She’s someone I’ve been dating for a while.”

Your jaw fell open.

“She’s your girlfriend? You had a whole ass girlfriend and you didn’t even tell me?” You smacked his arm playfully, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips. After the initial shock, your tone grew serious. “Why did you feel like you can’t tell me about this?”

He was avoiding your eyes as he continued.

“Because if I told you about her, I also had to talk about how we met. And that’s a complicated story.” He hesitantly glanced at you, and you nodded to show him you were listening. “I first saw her the night we arrived to Santa Carla. At the time she was hanging around this group of guys. I knew they were trouble, but I ignored it because I wanted to be with her. And in order to do that, I had to become one of them. I think I even liked it at first.” I hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he recollected some seemingly fun memories. It quickly morphed into a frown however, and it looked like he wasn’t sure how to continue for a moment. ”A lot of things happened, and it turned out they were even more trouble than I first thought. We managed to get away from them in the end, and she hasn’t gone back since. But it wasn’t easy. Some things happened that can’t be changed. They are still around, and even though we try to stay away from them, we still run into them sometimes.”

He looked into your eyes with such seriousness that you rarely saw from him. “These are not good people. I didn’t talk about them because I didn’t want you to worry. But now that you’re here, I guess it had to come out sooner or later. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

You listened patiently while Michael was talking, taking everything in. As he finished, you gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, I understand. I still wish I could have helped you when it was happening, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Honestly, I’m just a bit shocked that you managed to keep all this from me. You could never really hide anything, I always saw through you.” You sent him a mischievous grin, lightening the mood and finally making him break into a smile as well.

“What’s her name?” you asked softly.

“Star.” The stupid lovesick expression on his face as he told you more about her made your heart swell. You were happy for him. Happy that he found someone he cared so much about. Sure, Michael had girlfriends before, but you’ve never seen him like this. She must be someone special.

You were too busy to notice the pair of eyes watching you from afar.

Dwayne felt strange tonight. There was something indescribable in the air, some kind of unseen tension, like before a thunderstorm. Other people didn’t seem to notice, and he was about to shrug it off, wondering if maybe it was just him. That’s when he saw you.

Well, he saw Michael first to be exact. It’s been a while since they ran into him, and Dwayne was content to keep it that way. Ever since the fight between their group and Michael’s allies, he harbored resentment against him. Not just for trying to kill them, but also for taking Laddie. He had been taking care of the little guy for so long, he genuinely felt like a younger brother to him. But after Max died, Michael, Star and Laddie all turned back to human. Star left them, found a job and a new place to stay, taking the boy with her. One time they accidentally ran into each other on the boardwalk, she told Dwayne that she reunited Laddie with his family, and they regularly keep in touch. He knew that the vampire lifestyle didn’t suit such a young kid, however that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel some type of way about Michael’s involvement in how things turned out.

As all of this was going through his head, he noticed that Michael was talking to someone. And when he turned his attention to you, the strangest thing happened. A dull ache started growing in his chest, so much so that he began to rub the skin over it absentmindedly. You were glancing through the crowd while you were talking, and the moment your eyes met his, it felt like fireworks went off in his body, spreading warmth through his veins. His breath caught in his throat for a second. At the same time, something crossed your face, and he was sure you felt something too. But the next moment, you tore your gaze from his, leaving behind only a lingering hint of that warmth.

He was so caught up in his emotions, he almost missed when Marko tapped his shoulder.

“What’s going on, man? You alright?”

The blond could see that something obviously wasn’t right. Dwayne’s otherwise calm and collected demeanor was frazzled, his eyes slightly wide as he looked down at him. He didn’t answer, just glanced back in the direction he was looking before, but neither you nor Michael were there anymore. Now Marko definitely knew something was up, when Dwayne started searching through the crowd, turning his head in every direction.

“Dude, you’re starting to freak me out. What is it?” he asked, his voice becoming urgent.

The brunette looked into his eyes and uttered the following words,

“I think I just saw my soulmate.”

Marko’s jaw hit the floor.

You took a deep, steadying breath. Still feeling a little rattled, you tried to hide your nerves in front of Michael by rambling about random stuff, but you couldn’t shake the image of him out of your mind. That tall figure, silky dark hair and brown eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. Something happened in those few seconds while your gaze was connected. You weren’t sure what it was, but you knew he felt it too. You were so caught off guard, you had to forcefully avert your eyes from the handsome stranger. Your mind started to reel a bit, so you suggested going to get something to drink.

When you glanced back as you were moving further away, you noticed he wasn’t alone anymore. A shorter blonde guy was with him as well. The tall one was scanning the crowd, probably looking for you.

“Everything okay?” Michael’s voice snapped you back.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you deflected. He gave you a curious look, but didn’t push.

“So when can I meet Star?” you asked, hoping to turn his attention elsewhere.

“Soon. How about tomorrow?” he suggested with a smile.

“Sure, I’d like that. Maybe we could go for lunch or something.” He agreed with a nod. “You know, you could have just introduced us when we saw her.”

He suddenly became flustered.

“Yeah, about that. I actually asked her if she could give us some space today to just hang out a bit. I wanted to have at least one day before bringing up this whole story. But I guess she was worried.”

“Why?” you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Because that group of guys I mentioned usually hangs around the boardwalk at night. She knew I wanted to bring you here, so she probably worried about us running into trouble.”

You hummed in response.

“I still think it was stupid to just run away from her.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he chuckled. “I guess I panicked.”

“Hey,” you grabbed his arm gently. “Don’t let this situation stress you out so much. I might not know much about what happened between you all, but I won’t just let some guys mess with you. You know I can stand my ground.”

He looked at you funny for a moment, then a grin spread across his face.

“I know. You never let me forget how you kicked Mick Thompson’s ass in second grade for making fun of me.”

“Mick Thompson was a dick,” you retorted, and Michael burst out laughing, causing you to do the same.

“Isn’t this nice,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted. “Looks like someone’s having fun.”

From the corner of your eye you saw Michael freeze up next to you. You turned around and saw four guys standing in front of you.

You immediately recognized the handsome stranger from before, who somehow looked even more attractive up close. He was looking at you with an intense gaze, and from this distance, you could even make out all the little details of his intricate necklace. You willed your eyes not to go lower and start staring at his exposed chest. As you forced your eyes back onto his, he cocked his head to the side in wonder. A blond who looked like he stepped right out of the music video of a rock band had his arm propped on his shoulder, striking blue eyes looking you up and down with a small smirk on his lips. The shorter one you saw earlier was there too, curly hair framing his angelic face. His stance however, reminded you of a jungle cat, all lithe with an undertone of danger. The contrast of it made your head spin. He was peering at you curiously, studying your features.

It was the last one who spoke again, all confident smiles and searching eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. He had an air of confidence and authority around him, leaving no doubt that he was their leader.

“Hello, Michael.” A shiver ran down your spine at his voice, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him. He directed his attention to you, the corner of his lips curling upward on one side. “Who’s your friend?”

His eyes mesmerized you. The cool blue ignited a fire in your body, the warmth spreading through your veins. It was intoxicating. He seemed to take in every little change, the slight coloration of your cheeks, the widening of your pupils, the quickening of your breath.

Michael’s voice brought you out of your trance, blinking rapidly and averting your gaze, trying to get yourself together.

“None of your business, David.

He sounded upset. As you sent him a quick glance, you noticed he was wrung tight, his body language defensive, and he moved ever so slightly in front of you.

“Don’t be impolite, Michael. Why don’t you introduce us?”

He clearly didn’t want to do that. You could feel the tension practically radiating off of him. You had to deescalate the situation somehow before something happened.

“I’m Y/N,” you chimed in. All heads turned to you suddenly, Michael trying to silently communicate to you not to get involved, but you didn’t back down. You looked right into the cool gaze of their leader, his eyes losing some of their hold on you now that it didn’t take you by surprise. That obnoxious smirk was still on his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off his tongue sent excited chills through you, which you pointedly ignored. “We haven’t seen you around here. Not from the area?” His casually inquisitive tone fooled no one.

“I’m visiting Michael from Phoenix.”

“Ah, Phoenix. And how do you know each other?”

“Is this an interrogation?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

David raised his hands in mock defense. “I’m just trying to make friendly conversation. We want to get to know Michael’s friends better. He used to be one of us after all.”

This caused the others to chuckle, and David’s smile grew. However, it sent Michael into rage.

“You leave her alone!”

“Michael, it’s okay,” you grabbed his arm, stopping him from lunging forward at the group. Some of them seemed to practically anticipate a fight, and looking at the odds, it obviously wouldn’t end well for you. “Don’t let him get under your skin. Relax.”

The blond rocker guy chose this exact moment to speak up, his tone filled with mocking. “Yeah, you heard the lady, Mickey. Relax.” The others started laughing, and you had to hold him back again.

“And you,” you turned on them, now clearly annoyed. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’m not gonna just stand around and let you bully Michael. Leave us the fuck alone.”

They started laughing and whistling even more at your outburst.

“All right, kitten,” David spoke again, his voice filled with amusement. “We’ll leave you alone.” He turned to leave, sending one last grin towards you above his shoulder. “Let’s go, boys.”

“See you around, sugar,” the shorter blond waved with a mischievous smile, the taller one giggling and patting him on the shoulder. The brunette looked at you for another long moment, his face unreadable, before he followed the others.

When the crowd finally swallowed them, Michael turned to you.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were full of concern.

“I should be the one asking you that. It was them, wasn’t it? The guys you told me about before?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“What a bunch of douchebags,” you grumbled and Michael let out an uneasy laugh, the tension slowly leaving him.

“Thanks for what you did, you know, standing up for me and all.”

“Of course. It’s what friends are for.”

He got silent for a bit before turning to you with a serious expression.

“They are a lot more dangerous than they seem. I don’t want you to get involved with them. But knowing David, they’re not going to just let this go.” He seemed conflicted.

You put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I have no desire to talk to them again.” You shared a smile before you decided to head home for the night, both of you in the opinion that that was enough excitement for one day.

But despite what you told him, you couldn’t deny that something has changed within you. These strange newfound feelings confused you, not really finding any explanation for them. You also had a feeling you would see these four boys again, and your stomach clenched at the thought, whether from nervousness or something else, you couldn’t tell.

David was deep in thought as they made their way back to the bikes. The others, however, were in an excited frenzy.

“I’m not trippin’, you felt it too, right?” Paul was looking at each one of them, practically buzzing with energy.

Marko nodded enthusiastically. “I half thought Dwayne was pulling my leg, but it’s true. She’s our soulmate.”

“Max never said anything about more than one person having the same soulmate,” Dwayne interjected.

“Maybe, but I sure as shit felt it,” Marko countered. “And so did you,” he pointed at Paul, “and you,” he turned to Dwayne. They unanimously looked at David who still hasn’t spoken a word.

“Even if it seems strange, it looks like we all share a soulmate,” he declared. The boys let out excited whoops. “We just have one problem. What do we do with Michael?”

They fell silent at that.

“We have to remove him from the picture,” Marko clenched his fists.

“Not so fast,” David cautioned. “If we take him out permanently, we might lose her.” And even though things irreparably changed between them after what happened to Max, David still wasn’t sure he could kill Michael if it came down to it. But he wouldn’t voice that, of course.

“Then what should we do? We’re not gonna just let it go, right?” Paul was getting agitated.

“No.” David’s voice was full of resolve as he climbed onto his bike. “We’re not letting her go.”

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[danicasrichards]

THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. by Joel Schumacher

[why-am-i-simping-for-a-train]

We were robbed of skateboarding Dwayne

[vampirismadvocate]

Another reason to love the Lost Boys vampires: they’re one of the few vampires in media that aren’t depicted as rich. So liking them doesn’t feel like betraying your anti-capitalist beliefs.

And the murder is okay because they’re hot about it

[skylessknights]

David and Michael + Train Scene

THE LOST BOYS 1987 | dir. by Joel Schumacher

[what-we-do-in-santa-carla]

[ria-coolgirl]

Awesome art 🤩 @fleouriarts

assorted michaels that i never posted mm mm yeah yeah

[scrrry-mnsters]

Lost Boys gang rank by body hair from hairiest to smoothest:

Paul- A shedding dog of a man. Hair everywhere. Hair in your noodles? 100% Paul’s and you’ll never know what part of his body it’s from. Borderline werewolf.

David- He’s got chest and facial hair, but not on Paul’s level. Legs and arms also hairy, but not as thick. His overall body hair is pretty decent and neatly trimmed

Marko- No chest hair, nearly non-existent stubble, but has a bush so untrimmed that he could go down a size in a jeans if he trimmed. Doesn’t shave his pits either, he braids them when he’s bored. Would be the smoothest lost boy on this list if it weren’t for his bush and pits.

Dwayne- The most well groomed out of all of them. He can groom himself without the use of a reflection and if he misses a spot, Marko usually points it out in the most smartass way possible. He likes feeling smooth, but his hair grows the fastest.

[elias-fang-creations]

Recent art for some stickers, buttons and magnets for the kecksburg ufo festival this weekend I won’t be able to have all the lost boys for buttons so I might print a few pictures just to have a full set or I might make some sketches of the others for buttons