#the lost boys fanfiction

[ghoastixx]

I have come back once more with a ~request~

Slashers with a g/n reader who just has INSANE reflexes.

They'll be trying to catch thing before they even fell down. Oh there's a fly in the house? Not anymore they caught it within a second of seeing it. Someone's attacking them? WRONG. That person is getting attacked by THEM. It's almost like they have a sixth sense for it-

However this also makes them really overly careful. You try to give them a high five? You're on the floor within second cause they thought you're trying to hit them. You wanna hug them? Geez at least give them a warning before you try and kill them through suffocation!!

Lots and lots of love, take care of yourself. Eat something today, drink something, get a healthy amount of sleep!!! Mwah mwah

-KITZY

Slashers with an significant other with insane reflexes

Author's note: My dear KITZY!!!!! Hello my loveee!!! Thank you so much for the request once again, I adore your mind. I am currently preparing for a musical right now, so I am insanely hydrated, and very very tired, constantly! You take care of yourself my dear and send me more requests to fulfill!! Mwah mwah!!

What to watch out for!: Nothing too awful in this one, just some teasing

Bo Sinclair:

He finds your reflexes very helpful

He's working in the garage and all of a sudden he knocks something over or bumps into something and you just catch it before it hits the floor? Everytime? Wonderful.

He really likes that he doesn't really have to worry about you taking care of your own. He doesn't like to worry about people, let alone your safety. Knowing you can handle yourself is just less off his shoulders.

He does get somewhat annoyed by how skittish this makes you.

Like, baby calm down, he just pushed down on your shoulders while standing behind you, he's not going to suffocate you.

I don't think he would give you any good warning before touching you, maybe just grunts.

If you jump when he touches you he gets pissed off and walks away, expects you to apologize to him.

He secretly wonders if you are scared of him.

Vincent Sinclair:

He likes this

If he has a victim loose in the basement and they accidentally bump into something, his hard work plummeting to the floor, only for his lovely muse to swoop in and save the day!!

With him being nonverbal and all, he would definitely struggle with warnings before touching you.

All it took was him witnessing you violently pull from his touch one time before he decided he needed a new approach at this.

He will always make himself physically known to you before trying anything, reaching out for you like you were an injured animal.

He just doesn't want to startle you with his inability.

Lester Sinclair:

I feel like he's a little oblivious

(Sorry Lester fans, throw tomatoes at me)

Bubba Sawyer:

He thinks it's really cool

Bubba is really clumsy (My headcanon at least) so having you around to prevent any accidents while working it a big plus!! Especially while he is 'working.'

Is very grateful that you are so patient with him, he can't help his clumsiness, he really tries.

Seeing you so skittish makes him really sad, and if you don't immediately reassure him, it's so much worse for him.

He just wants to be able to love you as freely as you love him

I feel like he would be a little stumped, not really knowing what he was supposed to do, or how to fix it, so he just acts like there is no solution and keeps doing it with the same expected outcome.

Nubbins Sawyer:

I don't exactly think Nubbins is clumsy, more so, erratic.

Sometimes he thinks his limbs have a mind of their own, moving and twitching without him meaning too, so much like Bubba, he is very happy to have someone around to prevent disaster.

"Woah babe, close one-"

I believe he is also insanely skittish, so there is good verbal communication either way.

Chop-Top Sawyer:

He wants to be annoyed, he really does.

He could actually care less that you can move fast, or keep almost everything from falling, at first he was impressed but he just does not give a shit anymore.

I'd say his own reflexes are okay, nothing special, but a little more enhanced from Vietnam.

He wants to be annoyed that you are so skittish, that you fight back when he tries to sneak up on you, but he honestly can't be. He is skittish too.

The war ruined him guys.

Billy Lenz:

You poor thing.

Billy LOVESSSS you.

Well, sometimes he gets pissed, like when he's having a tantrum and wants to throw the phone or make a mess and you don't allow it.

But other than that, with how sporadic his own movements are as well, you keep him pretty straight.

The bad part of this whole thing though, is he loves to watch you fight him when he tries to touch you. He loves to watch you squirm and get all scared and then pissy when he tries to touch you

Your reactions fuel him, and he will not stop no matter how many times you may ask him to.

Otis Driftwood:

He thinks that it is so hot, but it annoys him to no end.

He thinks it is so hot when the victim knocks the gun out of his hand, but his sexy partner had already scooped it up and managed to get it back into Otis's hands.

That makes him all hot and bothered

What he doesn't find hot at all and annoys him is your constant jumping and flinching and fighting back.

At first he thought it was also hot, he likes to see fear

but then it happened so much, all the time, he got so annoyed so fast.

"If I wanted to date a little bunny, I'd go find one in the woods."

But he will not stop, he can't be bothered.

A never ending cycle of annoyedness.

Baby Firefly:

She will intentionally try to knock things over or push things off the table like a cat just to see you catch them. She likes to take shots at you just to see you duck out of the way.

She thinks your skittishness is endearing.

She thinks she can 'break' you of it, 'tame' you.

She is ruthless in her affection.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher:

You're both like their own little science experiment,

They are both very different in their ways of it, though

Billy is more reserved about it, tries not to make it as obvious with his little tests.

He will just pretend to drop something from his locker or spill a drink or something small like that, just to see if you can catch them or readjust before it even falls.

Stu, on the other hand, flat out just chucks things at you to watch you catch them.

Billy understands your skittish behavior a bit more, but that doesn't mean he won't purposely startle you or grab you just to watch you fight back.

Stu acts like a kicked puppy.

Rob Zombie Halloween:

Oh you are so cute.

Your reflexes definitely are what got him interested in you in the first place.

He studies you like you are a bug.

You know he is doing it to, you just have to humor him.

He likes to watch you struggle with touch though

He may or may not purposefully lead victims to you just because he knows that you can handle your own, just so he can watch.

He thinks you're like a scared little bunny, frightened when his giant hands cup you, he will not stop.

Brahms Heelshire:

It is 100% a game of just how much can Brahms get away with.

Is it really misbehaving if you catch it???

He does not like you being so skittish in response to him though,

it makes him insecure.

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham:

Will could literally not give two shits.

He might make the occasional joke about it, but other than that, he doesn't find any particular fascination in it.

Hannibal, on the other hand, does.

He does little tests, but he informs you that they are tests, to see if it would slow your natural reaction.

He can have you broken of your little skittish habit, and he will.

Carrie White:

Honestly, all I can say is that it is pretty normal. She finds it useful, and she is also pretty skittish,

The Lost Boys:

With all the trouble these boys can cause, it's good to have you and your reflexes around.

Walking through shops on the boardwalk, the boys will be too rough around shelves or racks and knock things over, only for you to save them from a whole situation and becoming banned in more places than they already are.

Dwayne does not really bother with playing with your reflexes and will scold the others, you aren't a toy. He always gives a heads up before he touches you, or even sits next to you when you do not expect it.

David just likes to watch, often making you 'fetch.' He won't say anything if you flinch away from him, he will act like it did not happen.

Paul will literally knock things over to see if you can catch them, sulks when you flinch,

Marko throws things at you, determined to make you falter. If he ever startles you, he instantly makes sure to apologize.

"Sorry baby, forgot again."

[i-heart-slashers]

For Our Girl

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You never meant to get tangled up with the Lost Boys, but a wrong turn in the woods led you to them—four vampires with glowing eyes and dangerous smiles. Now, weeks later, you’re theirs. Surrounded by their cold skin and sharp promises, you’re not just safe—you’re wanted, desired, and maybe too far gone to care what they are.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: suggestive themes. sexual tension. possessiveness.

The boardwalk hums with life, the carousel’s tinny music clashing with the roar of motorbikes and the screams from the roller coaster. You weave through the crowd, the salty ocean breeze tugging at your hair, your waitress apron still tied loosely around your waist from a double shift at the diner. Your feet ache, your head’s foggy, and all you want is to collapse into bed.

But the weight of their eyes on you, always watching, always there, makes your skin prickle with something that’s not quite fear anymore.

It started that night in the woods. A stupid shortcut after a late shift, your flashlight flickering, and then those glowing eyes. Four of them stepped out of the shadows like they owned the night. Paul, with his wild grin and a joint dangling from his lips. Marko, all sharp edges and sharper laughter. Dwayne, silent, his dark eyes pinning you in place. And David, cold and commanding, like he was sizing you up for dinner.

You should’ve screamed. Run. Done something. Instead, you snapped at David to get out of your way, or you’d make him. The words had tumbled out before you could stop them, fueled by exhaustion and defiance.

Paul had howled with laughter, Marko’s eyes had glinted with something dangerous, and even Dwayne’s stoic mask cracked into a faint smirk. David, though—he’d just stared, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile.

“Feisty,” he’d said, voice like gravel and smoke. “I like that.”

You thought that was the end of it. A weird encounter with some punks who hung out in the wrong part of town. But then they started showing up everywhere.

Paul slipping a mixtape labeled “For Our Girl” onto your windowsill, filled with Mötley Crüe and The Cure. Marko ambushing you at the pier, dragging you to a secluded stretch of beach to watch the stars his arm brushing yours. Dwayne wordlessly showing up at your rundown apartment to fix the lock after you mentioned it was busted, his hands steady and sure, his gaze lingering too long on your throat.

And David. David, who one night draped his leather coat over your shoulders when the wind off the ocean turned sharp, his gloved fingers grazing your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his icy blue eyes. “Anyone messes with you,” he said, voice low and deadly, “they answer to us.”

Now, weeks later, you’re unsure what you are to them. Not a victim—they’ve made that clear. Not just a friend, either. There’s a heat in the way they watch you, a hunger that’s equal parts thrilling and terrifying. You’re theirs, they say, and the word carries a weight you’re only starting to understand.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You’re halfway across the boardwalk when Paul’s voice cuts through the noise, lazy and teasing. “Yo, babe, where you runnin’ off to?”

You turn, and there they are, lounging against the railing like they own the place. Paul’s sprawled out, one leg kicked up, his blond hair a mess from the wind. Marko’s next to him, twirling a switchblade between his fingers, his patchwork jacket catching the neon glow. Dwayne leans back, arms crossed, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you with that quiet intensity that makes your pulse race. And David—David stands at the center, his cigarette glowing red in the dark, his smirk promising trouble.

“Home,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “Some of us have jobs, you know.”

Paul laughs, loud and bright, hopping off the railing to sling an arm around your shoulders. “Jobs are overrated. Come hang with us. We’ve got plans.”

“Plans?” You raise an eyebrow, glancing at the others. Marko’s grin is all teeth, and Dwayne’s expression doesn’t shift, but you catch the faintest tilt of his head like he’s daring you to say yes. David just exhales a plume of smoke, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

“Something… fun,” David says, and the word drips with suggestion, his voice curling around you like a promise.

Your stomach flips. You know what they are. You’ve seen how their eyes glow in the dark, and their teeth glint a little too sharp. You’ve noticed the bloodstains on Marko’s jacket that he laughs off and the way Dwayne’s hands are always cold when they brush your skin. Vampires. The word sits heavy in your mind, but instead of running, you’re still here, caught in their orbit.

“Fun,” you repeat, crossing your arms. “Last time you said that, Marko tried to teach me to surf at three a.m. I nearly drowned.”

Marko snickers, flipping the switchblade closed. “You loved it, admit it. Looked hot in that wetsuit, too.”

“Keep dreaming,” you shoot back, but a smile tugs at your lips, and Marko’s eyes light up with mischief.

Paul tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. “C’mon, babe. Live a little. Or, y’know… unlive a little.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, but the heat of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.

Dwayne finally moves, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint tang of salt and iron that clings to him. “You’re tired,” he says, voice low, almost gentle. “Let us take you home.”

It’s not a question, but there’s no threat in it either. Just a quiet certainty, like he already knows you’ll say yes. You glance at David, who’s still watching you, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. There’s something in his gaze—possessive but not cruel. Like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.

“Fine,” you say, exhaling like you’re annoyed, but your heart’s pounding. “But I’m not riding on the back of anyone’s bike. Last time, Paul nearly crashed us into a dumpster.”

“Lies!” Paul gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. “I’m an artist on that bike.”

“An artist at chaos,” you mutter, and Marko laughs, sharp and delighted.

David flicks his cigarette away, stepping closer until he’s right in front of you, his presence overwhelming. “You’ll ride with me,” he says, and it’s not a request. His gloved hand brushes your cheek, lingering just long enough to catch your breath. “Unless you’re scared.”

You scoff, meeting his eyes. “Of you? Please.”

His smirk widens, and for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you right there in front of everyone. Instead, he steps back, jerking his head toward the bikes parked nearby. “Let’s go.”

The ride to your apartment is a blur of wind and adrenaline, David’s bike roaring beneath you as you cling to his waist, the leather of his coat cool against your cheek. The others follow their laughter and whoops cutting through the night.

When you reach your place, you expect them to drop you off and peel out, but they don’t. They follow you inside, sprawling across your tiny living room like they own it—Paul kicking off his boots, Marko raiding your fridge, Dwayne leaning against the wall, watching you with that unreadable stare.

David doesn’t sit. He prowls, circling you like a predator as you untie your apron and toss it onto the counter. “You’re tense,” he says, voice low, almost a purr. “Rough night?”

“You could say that,” you reply, leaning against the counter, trying to ignore how your skin tingles under his gaze. “Some creeps at the diner wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

The air shifts. Paul’s head snaps up from where he’s sprawled on the couch, his grin gone. Marko freezes a bottle of soda halfway to his lips. Dwayne’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. David stops moving, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and dangerous.

“Who?” David asks, and the single word is a blade.

You shrug, trying to play it off. “Just some drunk tourists. I handled it.”

“You handled it,” Marko repeats, setting the bottle down with a thud. “What’d they do?”

“Nothing worth mentioning,” you say, but your voice wavers and you curse yourself for it. “Just… got too close. Said some shit. My boss kicked them out.”

Dwayne pushes off the wall, stepping closer. “They touch you?” His voice is quiet, but there’s a lethal edge to it that makes your heart skip.

“No,” you say quickly. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Paul growls, sitting up. “Point ‘em out next time. We’ll handle it.”

You laugh, but it’s shaky. “What, you gonna beat up every jerk who looks at me wrong?”

“Yes,” Marko says, dead serious, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.

David’s gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but not painful, and the heat of his stare makes your breath hitch. “No one touches what’s ours,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “No one bothers you. Ever.”

The possessiveness in his words should scare you, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sends a thrill through you, dangerous and electric. You’re not sure when you stopped being afraid of them—when their sharp edges and glowing eyes started feeling like safety instead of a threat.

“I can take care of myself,” you say, but your voice is softer now, your defiance melting under the weight of their attention.

“We know,” Dwayne says, his voice a low rumble as he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. “But you don’t have to.”

Paul’s on his feet now, crowding in, his grin back but sharper, hungrier. “You’re ours, babe. Means we’ve got your back. Always.”

Marko’s behind you, closer than you realized, his breath cool against your neck as he murmurs, “And we don’t share.”

Your pulse races, the air thick with tension—sexual, dangerous, intoxicating. You’re surrounded, their bodies close enough that you can feel the unnatural chill of their skin, the promise of something more in every lingering touch. David’s thumb brushes your lower lip, and you swallow hard, caught in the pull of his gaze.

“Get some rest,” he says finally, stepping back and breaking the spell. “We’ll be around.”

They leave as silently as they came, the roar of their bikes fading into the night. But the weight of their promise lingers, heavy and warm, and as you crawl into bed, you know there’s no going back. You’re theirs—and you’re not sure you’d want it any other way.

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Nothing. And I mean NOTHING. Can ever out hot the carousel scene from The Lost Boys

[ranranbolly]

Some Lost Boys Headcanons

These are prone to change if it's convenient for a fic, but I generally like to use these ideas pretty consistently when I write a story.

Dwayne was illiterate when he was human. Taught himself to read as a vampire.

Max has an innate hatred of dirt and grime on a pathological level.

Michael's dad is a dick (not really headcanon, if you take grandpa's line about divorce into account).

Mike and Sam never had their dad's last name. Was a free spirit kind of thing at the time for Lucy when Mike was born, and they kept Sam's the same so it didn't confuse them.

Sam was born as a way to save the marriage. Worked for awhile.

Lucy despises champagne.

Star is an adrenaline junky.

Paul likes collecting bones.

Marko likes using them in craft projects.

David hates cigars.

Vamps are pretty much the same mental age forever. Laddie would always be a child psychologically, for example.

Grandpa never bothered hunting vampires. Sees them like cockroaches. Just protects his space if they're a problem. Probably had like 1-2 issues with them in the past, just because he's a tiny bit isolated and looks like an easy target.

Grandpa uses the weed as pain therapy for his arthritis. Which he doesn't have, but insists he does.

[two-bit-too-high]

Lost boys with a mate/pack member that has a rbf (resting bitch face) and is touch starved but love touch and when they cuddle in the nest she falls asleep with a smile and- OAMXOAMAOMWJ ITS SO FLUFFF IM SORRYYY LMAO

A/N I did a another one! Yipeee! Please enjoy! As always please send in any more ideas.

The Lost boys x Reader with resting bitch face

☁️ pure fluff

⚠️ Warnings: none except my possibly god awful spelling and grammar.

Enjoy

It's cold in the cave, cold enough that if you weren't a vampire you would probably fall into a coma.you were sitting on one of the large lounge chairs that the boys had found a few weeks ago warped in a big quilted blanket reading with a mason jar of blood on the nightstand next to you a vampic hot chocolate if you will .When a certain blonde pops up in front of you.

“Oh hello Marko” you say not looking up from your book “hello my bleeding rose” Marko says in a quiet voice he himself was warped in a blanket to keep out some of the cold “is everything ok” you ask is due to the face he as his puppy eyes on he only uses those when he is in Trouble or if he wanted something. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, “Mad at you?” you replied “no I ain't mad at you all” you add “oh well you just looked really upset and I was...I was worried I had done something to make you mad” he says still with his puppy eyes on full display “no not at all Marko your fine” you says while unwrapping the blanket from around yourself to invite him into the warm this is one invitation he expects immediately jumping up into the big lounge with you cuddling under the covers and up to you. As you sat there in silence your Mind started to wonder why on earth did he think you were mad at him.

Later In the night you were in the small kitchen that was just off the main cave area where Marko was sleeping in the big chair still warped in the blankets.when You ran into David who was making yet again another Blood and whisky in the glass that only he is allowed to use. You were Minding your own when David spoke up “what's got you in a twist darling” “huh” you replied “you look mad or something is Paul getting on your nerves again” he continues “no I'm fine” you say you stop washing your cup and look up at him “I ain't mad or upset” you add “okay then” he said as he disappeared back into the cave whisky glass in hand leaving you in the kitchen to once again wonder what on earth is going on.

An hour went by and you ended sitting in the rafters watching Paul play his guitar. You had found another blanket and was now just staring into space thinking. “Woah babe you look pissed” says as he looks up from his guitar “I do?” you replied “yeah like someone cut all ya guitar strings or stolen your feed” he says as he keeps plucking at his guitar “I ain't upset” you say you had started to play around with a loose coil of guitar string. Paul hums “well you certainly look it” he adds before going back to his music leaving you in the mental dust.

“Alright everyone, time to pack it in for the night” yelled out David at about 5:30am and like clockwork everyone started to file into the nesting room. Like always you in the middle and David and Dwyane to your right and then Marko and Paul to your left. “Did you have a bad night honey” asked Dwyane as he cuddled up to your side “no!” You say loudly “oh my god why does everyone keep saying that!” You add “because you look like it,love” says Dwyane “what do you mean!” You add “seems you have a case of resting bitch face babe” says Paul “oh that's just great” you said as you nuzzle into Dwyane’s chest. “Well a public service announcement if I look pissed off I'm probably not so stop worrying about it” you say.”noted” they all say in unison.

One by one you all fell asleep under several different blankets and as you did you had a smile on your face thankful that you had finally figured out why on earth you kept getting all those questions.

Hope y'all enjoyed it :)

[astralcrtl]

the last time i saw paul⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

despite being gone for four years, paul was all you'd thought about no matter how hard you tried to forget him entirely.

content warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, abandonment issues, paul and reader are slightly toxic but whateverrrr, reader is fem-aligned/presenting, mentions of college lol, reader is insecure (me too girl), angst, some mention of sex and other bits of intimacy, mdni

songs: a pearl – mitski, paul – big thief, forwards beckon rebound – adrianne lenker, yesterday - the beatles, silver springs - fleetwood mac

wc: 7.2k

a/n: first fic on this account! it was killer to write i'm not going to lie, and i'm not a fan of the ending entirely but it's finally here! also this was not beta-read so if u see anything wrong.. no u didn't lol

dividers - @toastray @cursed-carmine

“OH THE LAST TIME I SAW PAUL, IT WAS HORRIBLE AND I ALMOST LET HIM IN”

California was just as sunny and just as hot as it had always been. You can smell the salt in the breeze as the sun begins to set on the boardwalk. It was still busy, despite the fact that it had just become right around nighttime. It was always lively, you consider for a moment. You begin to wonder if he’ll be out tonight, as he usually is. Yet, you stop yourself before the sinking pit can worm its way into your gut.

The way that you’d left him wasn’t the best moment for yourself, or for him to be frank. It had been four years though, who knows if they had still stayed in Santa Carla, or if they were even still alive. You shook the thought of his golden halo and cerulean eyes out of your mind completely.

The music in your car turns up, as you try to quell your mind. The smooth leather feels cool against your hands as you begin to tap your fingers against the steering wheel. The quick, staccato, thrums of your hands against the wheel do well to ground you. Looking around, you’d realized you were nearing your childhood home. No one else would be there, they had all gone to other corners of the Earth and you were left here quickly after your graduation, quickly after the death of your grandfather.

It had been his house, so lively and filled to the brim with people. Siblings, friends, oftentimes the door would be open for anyone who needed the help. Now, with him gone, the entire property looked to be dull and lifeless. As you pull into the driveway, you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. You didn’t have many belongings to haul in, and once you were done setting the boxes that contained your whole life (including your degree) in the living area and master bedroom, you physically deflated.

The house was so empty. You had never seen the house so empty, so colorless. There were some leftover possessions in the house, thick purple velvet curtains, some beaded entry-ways, and fairy lights. Some semblance of the eclectic old man you had loved so dearly. Everything was quickly becoming too much to handle. Your limbs seemed to carry you, without much thought or command from your mind. Your old bicycle was left in the garage, and you had somehow ended up with your worn canvas bag. You’d gotten it several years ago at this point, the thick material wearing down and becoming much softer to the touch.

The old army surplus you’d bought it from with your first paycheck must’ve been closed by now. It was not like it received much business anyway, mainly old vets and teenage boys. Your suspicions were confirmed when you had rolled past it, an old, homely building. Everything seemed the same, but different. The whiplash was enough to nauseate you. It felt like you were in a different reality altogether. One where you had never existed in the confines of Santa Carla before, like this was your first time. As you looked toward the road, you realized your legs were burning and you were approaching the boardwalk. Of course, in your deep thought, you would come back here of all places. Cursing at yourself, you hitched your bike and began to walk mindlessly.

The boardwalk was enough to transport you right back to the summer before you were off to university. You had taken a gap year after your high school graduation, and this was the last summer you would be spending in Santa Carla. The boardwalk had been the center of your universe for those two summers. The flashing lights from the ferris wheel were just as blinding as ever, and incredibly vibrant against the now-indigo sky. It seemed as if the boardwalk stretched for miles, like a never-ending carnival. It felt that way, too.

Out of the corner of your glasses-rimmed eyes you saw the Video Max. It wouldn’t be so bad to go in and see if Max himself was still there, though, trusting your better judgement you dodged it and ended up in the same, new-age store you frequented years ago. It was a younger woman at the counter this time, instead of the white-haired, whitty, older woman who ran the place. You supposed she hired help, seeing as she was probably retirement age by now.

“Welcome in,” the girl all but signed out. She looked less than pleased that you were in here, but nevertheless you offered her a small smile. “Once you’re done I can take you up here.”

“Thanks.” You tried in your most enthusiastic voice, but it fell flat. You were exhausted, and even though you were a little excited to come to one of your old haunts, your limbs felt like lead. Still, you walked around, spotting any new inventory. The crystal selection was pretty much the same. As you passed by the malachite and the carnelian, you spotted a new display. Shiny, you mused to yourself. It was a wire frame tree, with simple chains adoring it instead of leaves. You released the chains were necklaces, with crystals wired in and attached at the ends. They were nothing short of gorgeous. And then, you saw it. The blue lace agate, delicate and at the end of one of the simple silver chains.

The crystal had always reminded you of Paul. His eyes were deep, but when they shimmered they looked eerily similar to the stone. As you reached out to the display, you released a smile that had crossed your face. What the hell, you thought. It couldn’t hurt to get, for old times sake.

Once you began making your way to the register, you heard the faint bell above the door let out a soft hum. You stopped dead in your tracks, tucked away behind the entrance to a different room and a shelf. You didn’t know if it was them for sure, but the way your heart tugged and your stomach dropped told you all you needed to know.

The silence was deafening, but as you came to your senses you began to hear their rowdy howls. Marko, you’d figured. “Marko.” a stern voice corrected. And that was David. You knew you were right on the money with your assumptions. The only one to get any of the boys to stop with just their name was David. You set the necklace down, and your gaze fell to your feet. Your sneakers were worn with time, much like your other possessions.

The tap-tap of their footsteps moved into the opposite end of the shop and you realize this was your only opportunity. You booked it out of the store, the clerk giving you a confused scowl as you left. You had to give it to her, you probably looked suspicious as hell, but then again, she probably knew that types like you weren’t about to steal from a small, little crystal shop.

As you passed through the rest of the boardwalk you saw some of its most notable features. The weathered games with ancient stuffed prizes. The colorful paint dulled and chipped away, but somehow whimsical and nostalgic. The carousel was still running somehow as well, the porcelain of the horses cracked. You could hear the creaking of the gears, begging for an ounce of oil, and the soft hum of the electricity running through it. You remember it was your favorite as a kid, but now, in this moment it was much too bright, much too painful. You looked past it, your face burning and eyes prickling with a feeling you had tried all too hard to keep down for the last four years.

You nearly tripped as you toed the edge of the boardwalk, leading into the extensive beach. The flickers of white-hot embers were carried by the salty breeze from the ocean. There were multiple bonfires, but surprisingly the beach was not too crowded. You supposed it had something to do with the plethora of missing posters covering every mile of Santa Carla. The scarlet lettering framing the blocky text, it haunted you then and it haunted you now. The greyscale faces melted together sometimes, when you slept

Even in the dream world you could see them, but sometimes in your dreams he was there. A flicker of his blond tresses, akin to a lion's mane or a small fire. The flashes of his pearly white smile, sometimes covered crimson. On those nights it twists into a sick hyena’s grin. Not that this would dissuade you from crawling right back to him. You missed him with your entire being, and sometimes when you would go back to the shitty apartment you had just off-campus, you thought he might be waiting for you there. As unrealistic as it is, after an especially draining day, you’d hoped he was there.

Movies, songs, hell even the mere sight of the beach or a carnival set you off, into a spiralling fit of nothing but Paul. It was no way to live for the past four years but you had managed.

But now, as you find an unoccupied area of the beach and sit down, you try to think about how it was for the better. As you tuck your knees to your chest, you fidget with the sides of the rubber soles of your shoe, coated in a thin layer of sand. You tuck your head atop your knees and let out a breathy sigh. The last time you were on the beach it hadn’t ended well, for yourself or for Paul.

It was easy to remember, you played it over in your mind even thousands of miles away, even if you tried your damndest not too. Of course going right back to the source would crack open the memories from your head. It seeped out, thick and metallic like the sticky, red, ichor Paul and his brothers survived off of.

It felt as if you never left at all as you sat now, in the dark of the beach. The only light flickering over were the bright neons of the boardwalk and embers gliding through the air, carried from some other party. As the memories flooded in, it seeped into the real world. You drowned out the noise, the constant buzzing music and yelling, from the groups of surf nazis surrounding you.

The lights that were once cooler and more distant seemed to grow closer, and then when you were back on the beach, it was colder. Summer was coming to an end in this memory. You could almost feel your skin prick in gooseflesh. It was just like how it was the night you broke things off with Paul. Obviously the decision hadn’t come easily, but you were finally moving on with your life. Santa Carla was suffocating for a local such as yourself, and you had worked yourself nearly to death just to have the opportunity to go to college. Paul knew this, yet the problem didn’t lay there.

“Paul”, you began wearily. He was in a post-feeding haze, he had you tucked into his side sitting up on the beach. Dwayne was tending to the fire left over from the night’s victims, who were long disposed of at this point. You hadn’t been there to witness it. Even if your relationship together was nearing a year and a half, sometimes their yelps of pain and prayers for mercy were too much to bear.

You knew he could smell your trepidation, the rush of your blood and maybe even the bile in your stomach. He looked over to you, all boyish charm and sweet pets to your hip. “Yeah?”

He could sense something was wrong, he forewent the typical pet names, he usually always addressed you with such. The sound of the boombox in the back did little to ease your discomfort. It was Paul’s, of course, so naturally it was playing something entirely to his tastes. You were so nervous you couldn’t quite put your finger on the song, but it was probably some variation of Cinderella or Alice Cooper.

Sitting up a little more, you slightly fell out of his grasp. Pulling away to look closer into his face, you caught a glimpse at the sheer confusion that fell upon him. As a vampire, he could just read your mind, but had decided against it early on into meeting you. Mind reading, control, those were more David’s speed for recruitment, and even then this was an entirely different matter. To Paul this wasn’t recruitment, it was romance. With everything in him he didn’t want to mess it up. Most of the relationships he carried were fast and hot, and little else.

“You know I’m leaving in a few weeks, Paul.” you muttered out, reaching to tuck some of his wild tresses behind his ear, in one of your last acts of tenderness with him. He looked a little shocked to see you pulling away from him, but leaned back into your outstretched hand. Paul looked like an overgrown puppy, and it tugged at your heartstrings before you remembered exactly what you had to say. He nodded, his cheek cupped in your hand.

You pulled it away slowly, bringing it down to fiddle with your fingernails and the hem of your top. “I’m not coming back home Paul. Not for a while, anyway.” Your eyes darted around, looking at anything but Paul. Counting the grains of sand, watching the ocean tide, fiddling with your jewelry, anything at all to distract yourself from the current moment.

You swallowed harshly, clearing your throat before you continued, “I have to stay at my university, I have to work, I have to stay up there. Summers and all. I won’t be able to come back until I graduate. You bit at your lip, and your face burned. You weren’t sure if it was out of shame or if it was because you knew you’d miss him terribly. You could see through your peripheral how he physically deflated.

As you finally brought your eyes to meet his face, his eyes were searching for any hint at your admittance being some cruel joke. He knew it wasn’t something you’d do, but in that moment it was all he hoped for.

His thick eyebrows crinkled together as he let out a disbelieving laugh. “You, you can’t be serious, babe.” A wary, shaky smile crossed his puffy lips. You could tell that he’d been chewing on them as well, he’d picked up the habit from you. “You can’t be leaving, for what? Four years? Fuck,” He paused. His disbelief quickly shifted to something else. Paul’s temperament, while better than Marko’s, was still unpredictable.

You stood up, brushing the sand off of your bottom. Tears spilled over, your face was burning and you knew you needed to go home. “I’m sorry, Paul. I’m so sorry.” You pushed the tears away with your wrist as you sniffled out apologies.

He sprung up, face morphed into anger. “How long did you know?” he all-but snarled out at you.

You knew he would never hurt you, he never had before. Being in a relationship with a vampire meant that casual was off of the table, and you both needed to trust each other completely. Even then, he still saw your human condition as something fragile, like you were made of porcelain. Honestly, you’d never seen him so angry before, at least not at you.

“God, I just. I just, I’ve known for about a month.” You choke out. You knew it was bad, hiding it from him, but you didn’t want to ruin what you had. You’ve never had a real boyfriend before, navigating a relationship was hard for the first time, nevertheless one with your vampiric paramour.

He’d closed the distance between you quickly, with his unnatural speed he was there before you could let out another unsure, shaky breath. His large hands, clad in rings and corded bracelets, were wrapped around the upper part of your arms. Looking down at them, your shame only burrowed deeper into your chest. Some of them were watching with your own, and you spied the onyx beads around his wrists. You had made it for him.

You were a little shocked, too. That your bones weren’t immediately splintered in his firm grasp. You could tell that beneath the anger, he was just as sad about it as you were, hence the control in his grip that he usually struggled to possess. He could easily kill you, here and now and put an end to the whole affair, but you knew he wouldn’t.

“A fucking month?” he all but yelled. David and the rest of his brothers looked over to us, to which Paul shot over an intense and crazed look. Through their telepathic connection you knew he had told his brothers to leave. They did, with a swift motion of David’s hands. They filed into their bikes and took off, presumably towards Hudson’s Bluff. The sand kicked back from their bikes and you watched as the lights disappeared the further out they got.

“I’m sorry,” you babbled out again, “I just didn’t know how to tell you, Paul.” Your hands found themselves fiddling with the lapels of his jacket and he released you from his grip. You attempted to step closer to him, be he stepped back, running one of his hands through his wild hair.

He looked like he was deep in thought for a moment, before looking back at you. “Just fuckin’ forget you even knew us. If you fuckin’ tell anyone you’re dead.” His voice was low and gravelly, despite the malice dripping from his maw, you could have sworn he sounded exactly the same when you were cuddled into him in his nest just a few days ago, watching some shit tape he had stolen.

Clouded over with tears, you saw his blurry form as he walked toward his lone bike. “Paul?” you whimpered. “Paul, wait, I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me here!” you called after him. “Paul!”

You knew it was too late when he revved his bike, and it seemed that just as fast as he had come into your life, he was gone. “I fucking hate you!” The scream you let out was guttural, torn from your throat. Even if it wasn’t true you needed him to feel just as hurt as he had just left you. The air felt so thick, you were suffocating on it. After that it all felt like a blur, suddenly you were back home crying into your grandfather’s arms. How could you even begin to explain this to him? You couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t. In the end you didn’t even try. What would have been if you stayed? It was something that kept you up at night.

It’s a sudden surge of energy, like a ball of pure light, that pulls you from your heartache-riddled imagination. It had felt like a surge of air had graced your lungs, you sensed him before you’d seen– or even heard him. At first, you weren’t sure if it was just being back in Santa Carla, back home, or if it was perhaps the ocean. The moon’s silver beams racing across the water, it made the ripples such a deep, somber blue. It reminded you of Paul endlessly. After another moment, and the unrelenting feeling in your gut, you knew that he and his brothers were close.

Even after all this time, you could feel his presence. Your skin prickled and the smooth ocean air ran down your spine, filling your chest with a familiar warmth. Despite everything that happened, you weren’t afraid. If you felt him, you knew there was a very likely chance that he felt you as well. Your last conversation was a sour note to leave on, and certainly not one that would make for an easy reunion. Yet, you felt your limbs become sluggish, as if they were sinking and made of lead. You couldn’t leave the beach now, and if you could you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to.

It wasn’t long before the sound of playful help and howls of laughter rang out into your ears. They were here, now. Maybe it was a coincidence that you ended up on the same dark end of the beach, but you won’t pretend that there wasn’t at least some part of you that was hoping you’d be this close. Hell, even if he had threatened to kill you, the worlds lacked any real venom, they were devoid, though. His voice was always so warm, I’d never heard him so somber. Now, in this moment the warmth was back. You’d brought your head up to look towards the source of the sound, and you saw him. It seemed like he was glowing, coming toward you.

Your vision trained on him, it was ironic how much he reminded you of the sun. If he had made any contact with it, he’d die. Yet he was perilously bright, a ball of pure energy, and just as dangerous. Much like the solar system, you’d revolved around him for so long, and even when you weren’t near him, you still felt his pull.

It seemed that he had felt yours, as well. He paused in breakneck speed, looking as if he was punched in the gut. Paul wasn’t stopped for long though, his eyes darted to your direction. It seemed that none of the other boys paid any mind to Paul’s strange behavior, except for Marko. He was always attuned to Paul, maybe that’s why you’d gotten along with him so well.

David and Dwayne didn’t cease in the saunter towards the pyre adjacent to you, they would have to cross over where you were sitting to get to the surf nazis. You suspect that they had already known you were there, always being more observant than your Paul.

There was a pit forming in your stomach, it had turned sour and unsure and suddenly your limbs flew up on their own accord. Even though you knew he was faster than you, that this was his turf, you ran straight to the boardwalk. The bright, multi-colored lights acting as a waypoint for you to find your way back. You weren’t sure how you could face him, if he even wanted to see you. One thing you knew though, is that he didn’t seem to follow you. As you walk up the stairs from the beach to the end of the boardwalk, you don't see him or any of the others anywhere near you. If he was following you, he would have caught up.

It was strange, you knew he had seen you, but then again everything in Santa Carla was strange.

The lights were blurry, and everything was too overstimulating. The necklace you wore felt heavy and your senses were muddled. You knew you would have to push through it to get back to your grandfather’s house– or rather, your home.

The speed at which everything changed, yet stayed the same, was enough to make you nauseous, and you wished for a moment you hadn’t run from Paul, but the thought was fleeting and all too late. It wasn’t the first time you had become closed off to him, you recall the first time you ran out of the cave to the edge of Hudson’s Bluff after he insisted you were the “prettiest thing” he’d ever seen.

You didn’t believe him for so long, he was drop-dead gorgeous and you knew he could have his fill of anyone in Santa Carla, hell, anyone in California. It had made you sick when you thought that, perhaps, he would realize this and leave. At the time, you hadn’t anticipated that it would have been you to leave first.

That night, he chased you down after a minute to let you cool off. Despite how childish Paul could be he was incredibly good at reading emotions, at being intune with them. Marko used to say it was because of all the people he had relations with, which only earned him a smack upside the head from Paul. He could see it was a touchy subject with you, and it was why you had never done anything below your clothes. Paul was incredibly emotionally intelligent, even if he was prone to tantrums and mood swings. When he felt things, he felt them wholly. You supposed that is why you both worked so well together.

As you both overlooked the bluff that night Paul bared his mind to you. He confided that despite being alive for so long he had never had something so committed. Paul often slept with people who wanted him for his body, and he wanted them for a meal. It was transactional, which was the reason he cited for being so scared with this relationship. Care and mutual trust in a romantic sense was somehow new to him as well, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it. It was the moment you realized how similar you and Paul truly were.

In your mindless walking, you realized you were right outside the metal fences that led to the queue for the swing carousel. You craned your neck to look upwards at it, the couples at the top screaming in bliss and contentedness. It had been you at some point and that familiar feeling of dread ate at you once more. God you missed him more than anything. Long distance would have been hard, especially with his condition, but you would have tried so hard. The regret of letting things end the way they did would eat at you for the rest of your life, you feared.

As you continued to pass by the boardwalk for the second time that night, you felt watched. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing, you knew that if you peered over your shoulder you would see Paul. He was following you, yet it wasn’t heavy, it was like goading a kitten to come to you instead of chasing it. In four years Paul certainly had matured a little, and yet he was still in-tune with the way you functioned wholly. You tried to justify that if he was coming to you, he wasn’t angry, that you should give into him. You stood there, unmoving for a moment. Letting the night breeze fan across your skin, you made your decision. Accepting him felt like the most normal thing you had done in forever.

Looking over, you locked eyes with him. Time seemed to slow, or even stop all together. You were still rendered motionless, unlike Paul who lurched forward. Sand flew up behind him as he ran. Afterall, he was undead and his vampiric conditions made him faster, more durable. He was at your side in mere seconds. Your eyes screwed shut, you weren’t sure if it was due to the sand or the impact he made as he threw you into his chest and held you there. The feeling was familiar, as the fishnet of his top pressed against your cheek you were filled with warmth. Your face was burning a deep shade of scarlet despite his ice-cold skin.

You were in complete shock, your arms hovered around him, unmoving and unsure. Your frown deepened in his chest before you gave in to the light, swirling feeling. Your arms flew around him, holding Paul to you like he would disappear, like he would turn to dust in your grasp. Honestly, you thought he might. That he might disappear on the horizon in a blur of light turning to darkness. Pulling away for just a moment you looked up at him. Paul’s face was scrunched and his neck was angled down to curl next to you. You studied his features for a moment, you hadn’t expected any chance, seeing his immortality would prevent any aging. He was just as boyish and just as beautiful as ever, as the day you met him.

Bringing a hand up to his face, you cupped his jaw and ran your thumb across his cheek. You couldn’t stop yourself before you opened your mouth, “You’re so beautiful, Paul.”

When he opened his eyes, in the deep cerulean hues, it was like no time had passed at all. Like you both hadn’t walked away from each other.

He smiled, a true playful grin that was true to himself. “Pretty baby, where have you been my whole life,” he sighed. It was something he had often whispered to you.

It was like a different ending to the story you had written in your mind over one thousand times, like that night he didn’t leave you in the sand, that you didn’t leave him.

You knew the rest of the boys were coming soon, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Paul was here, with you, and you were home at last.

Paul wrapped his arms around you again, hoisting you up. You took a quick, shocked, breath in and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and neck for support. It had been a long time since you were a victim to his spontaneity. As you looked deeper into his face, you began to crack. Tears were building up, threatening to spill over. “Paul,” you started once more.

He looked over to you in an instant, his eyes scanning you over as he had done a million times before. “Put me down, Paul. Please.” You goaded gently.

A flash of confusion crossed his features, yet nevertheless, he set you down. With a sharp inhale, you fiddled with the lapels of his archaic coat. It was the same as the last time you saw it, adorned with tassels and bangles. His eyes were wide, looking at you. He was taking you in like you weren’t real, that you were just in his imagination.

“We have to talk about what happened.” you manage to squeak out. Even if it was the last thing you wanted to discuss, it was at the forefront of your mind after the initial shock of having Paul on you once more. He shook his head before he spoke.

“Not now, babe. Let’s just– fuck,” He paused, running thick digits through his wild mane. You noticed a glistening around his wrists, it was the bracelet. Still there, like it had never been taken off. At that moment the weight of your necklace burrowed into your clavicle. “We can talk about this later, just let me have you for just a minute more, please.” He spoke softly, nearly mumbling. Who were you to deny such a request?

“Okay, Paul. Yea, we can, we can do that.” You weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself.

Soon, you were on the back of his bike once more, following his brothers back to Hudson’s Bluff. You weren’t entirely aware of how he had convinced you to go back with him, but the empty feeling of what was your grandfather’s house was cold, it didn’t feel like home anymore. You suppose that was why, at least the sunken resort would be warm, and lively. How ironic was it that the most comforted and alive you had ever felt was due to an undead vampire?

Past the gaudy and weathered danger signs, you’d finally made it back. Paul helped you down the rocky climb to their safe haven wordlessly. There were a little more trinkets here and there, but for the most part nothing was different. Santa Carla was like a time capsule. Jim Morrison’s dark, painted features looked down at you, as you made it past the fountain and up to an alcove that was Paul’s personal nest. The old mattress was haphazardly put atop some wooden palettes, a mix of blankets and other various cloth was piled on the top, as well as a plethora of carnival plushies that Paul had won throughout the years. A boombox was in its home in the corner, and various rocks and crystals were strewn about. A guitar he had stolen sat near the rest of his tapes, as well as some letters. Some of these things were from his life, from before he was turned. It wasn’t something Paul was very open about, one of the only things in fact. Due to this he rarely spent much time actually sleeping in the nest. It wasn’t like it was used frequently, Paul preferred to sleep with his brothers after a run in with some vampire hunters that almost left Marko dead.

However, when you started to see each other, Paul liked to be alone with you. Some of your belongings were still here, surrounding you. The smell of his age-old hair product and stale cologne permeated the room, it filled your senses.

Despite how familiar you were with your surroundings, you felt out of place. Instead of falling into the cool fabric of his make-shift bed, you stood in the middle of his room. From an outward perspective you looked entirely awkward, like you had no idea how to proceed. That assumption would be correct, anyway.

Paul stood there, behind you. Leaning up against the mouth of the conclave entrance to his nest, he took you in once more. He couldn’t see your face from this angle, but so far he was satisfied dragging his eyes across the dip of your shoulder and the way your hips dip into your thigh. The expanse of the cloth covering you dug a little in some areas and Paul was salivating at the fact that he could smell you. The slight honeyed lavender, a bit soapy and milky, made his head reel. You were real, and in front of him now for the first time in years. Paul was undeniably thrilled.

It was when he shifted slightly, that you were aware he was directly behind you. Your head snapped around with your hair following suit, falling over your shoulder. He sat rim-rod straight and then he was on you.

His hands wrapped around the upper part of your arm and his boyish face was directly in front of yours. You could smell the minty aroma from his breath as it fanned across your face, you could see the way his light-blonde eyelashes fell over those gorgeous baby blue eyes, casting a shadow over them. Paul had his playful antics dialed up to an eleven, but it was from a genuine place in his unbeating heart.

You both stood there for a while, the cool of a breeze shot through the cave, and the iciness of his skin didn’t help the gooseflesh beginning to rise on your arms. At first, it crossed your mind that Paul would be the one to break the silence, he usually is. Yet, after the prolonged silence and the way that Paul seemed to cover you in this moment, you knew you had to be the first to speak up.

He could feel the sharp breath you took in, could smell the nervousness dripping off of you. “Paul, you know I’m–”

In a flash, his mouth was on yours. His taste was metallic and slightly minty, and even though you didn’t want to make it awkward, your eyes were wide open in shock. In hindsight, it wasn’t all that shocking that Paul would try to use his charm to dissipate the awkward tension permating his nest. It was something he often fell back on, much to your chagrin. He was your first, and only, sort-of-boyfriend-ish-thing and to be quite frank you had never gone as far as he had. It's not like you didn’t want to sleep with him, but you did want to wait, no matter how hard that proved to be with you and Paul.

Communication to you was important, these conversations were necessary. You had always known that with Paul, who unlike you, was an open book. He could pry whatever he wanted from your brain, but he wanted until you had shared it with him first.

Telling him of your flaws and insecurities was something you dreaded, but sharing with Paul was easy. He was always eager, and while he loved to talk in his boisterous manner, to jest and howl, he was an incredible listener.

You broke the kiss, pulling away no matter how much your brain screamed at you to stay as close to Paul as possible, to be intertwined with him. Your hand presses against his chest, the feeling under your palms tickled and grounded you in the moment.

“I’m serious, Paul. We can’t act like nothing happened, like I haven’t been gone for as long as I have been.” Your brows furrowed and you bit your lip. His eyes were once again trained on you, watching your every moment like a hawk. Your hand almost dropped, but he took both of his palms and pressed your hand deeper into his chest, keeping it there.

“We don’t have too, baby.” His voice was feather-light, yet his drawl of “bay bee” brought a flicker of a smile across your face.`

“Yea, I think we do,” As you began, you led him to the edge of his bed, and beckoned him to sit with you. “We really do.”

You began with trepidation, the ride over here was wonderful, being around Paul was wonderful, and you hated to ruin such a picturesque moment, but both you and Paul knew it was needed. “I’m sorry for leaving Paul, and I’m sorry for not telling you about it.”

“I know.” he replied, his voice stronger, more earnest than it had been just moments earlier. “I know, sweet baby. You know I never meant anythin’ about keeping away from you right? I was just angry, really angry. Not as angry as Marko gets but I just– I can’t trust any of it y’know baby? I waited for you in case you came back, I felt it when you came back, I didn’t mean nothin’ I swear,” This was closer to the Paul that you had known, talking at one-thousand miles an hour, saying every thought.

“I felt you too, back in the new-age shop. I know you didn’t mean it Paul, I hope you know I could never hate you.” His hair moved as he nodded, earnestly.

“I felt you too,” he gulped down, “and at the beach, and the boardwalk,”

“I couldn’t stay, Paul. I can now though.” The stars in his eyes shone in a fleeting moment.

“I’ve been thinking of you since the day I left.” His head fell into the junction of your shoulder, and you could feel the course, product-ladden, strands shift as he nodded into you. Your hands found their way up to his hair, running your hands through the tangled and scratching lightly at his scalp.

He mumbled into your skin, “Smell the same, like honey and lavender,” he took a deep breath in and nuzzled closer. “Now you ain’t gotta leave baby, won’t let you.” The way he spoke was something that comforted you, his tone and inclination was boyish and silly and you loved every moment of it.

You debated for a moment, if you wanted to share the news of your inheritance, but now you were both mushy and vulnerable, it was just as good a time as any. “Y’know I have my grandfather’s house now. He passed a year ago, I don’t know if you knew.”, You shrugged.

He sat back up, “Naw, baby, I didn’t know.” He chewed on his lip, he struggled with the right words to say, but at least he was trying. “‘M sorry, knew you loved him.” He tucked you under his arm and lightly rubbed your shoulder.

“Yea,” you breathed out. “I’ll be here for him and you, gorgeous boy.” You ran your fingers over your necklace, before fiddling with his matching bracelet. “I’m not going anywhere anymore. I did what I needed too in life, I think. There’s only a few things left and then I think I’m ready, for the most part.” I mean, you didn’t want to die a virgin, but that would be a conversation for later. Now, you would focus on getting Paul and the rest of the boys to accept you as one of them.

His visage twisted a little, confused.

“There’s a way I can be here forever, if David allows,” you weren’t sure what was rushing through your mind, or how it was spilling from your lips. That was just the effect that being reunited with Paul had on you.

Before you had left Paul had made many offers to make you like him, to drink from that gaudy, gem encrusted bottle filled with David’s blood. Paul was sure you’d make it through initiation, he was sure your souls were bound for eternity. It was a sentiment he repeated frequently, “Oh pretty baby, where have you been all my life.” he would sigh out.

You always laughed, pecking him next to his lips before returning to whatever you were doing. Now, it seems to clear that he wasn’t joking. That he was sure you’d been made to fit in his soul, to live in the gaping maw of his affections forever. It never sounded like a bad idea, but when it was first proposed when you were younger, you still had things that you wanted to experience, to learn from the world. It’s not like becoming a vampire would stop this process altogether but it would make it a hell of a lot more difficult.

Honestly, you didn’t know how Paul wasn’t the one jumping to the idea, or how he was so accepting of you now. Though, you suppose, Paul was just as new to this notion as you were. You were just desperate to put the past behind you, to make a future with Paul.

“Are, fuck, are you sure?”, he scanned for any look of hesitance in your face, and when he couldn’t find it he laughed in disbelief.

You swore you saw stars in his eyes as he continued, “I mean fuck what David thinks baby, I can think of one-thousand and one ways I want to spent eternity.” Paul had turned the smugness up by one hundred and he flashed his award-winning smile at you.

He was on you again, this time it was much more feverish as he peppered kisses across your face. As you smiled up at him he paused, “Oh pretty baby, where have you been all my life?”

You laughed, returned a kiss to his cheek, and said, “I’m right here, Paul.”

This was the most hyper he’d been all night, and you knew that Paul was yours once more, that there was no room for question.

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The Lost Boys riding in your the car with you would include:

Summery: This is just unhinged.

Warnings: GN reader! cussing, Paul and Marko being idiots. David being David. That’s it I think :D

If you manage to not get in a car crash with these idiots then you’re lucky.

If the boys want you to drive them somewhere like places where their bikes can’t reach or they just wanna spend some quality time with you, then great! The only problem is that these boys are fucking maniacs.

Say you all are just driving at night going nowhere in particular, just going where the wind takes you, ya know?

First and foremost, sitting placement. Who’s gonna sit where? Well David of course with be sitting in the passenger seat next you, probably placing a hand on your upper thigh.

Marko is sitting in the back on the left side, him being on the smaller side helping him have more room but not by much because Paul is in the middle of the back seat taking up all the room with his legs and big body.

Let’s not forget about poor Dwayne, poor dude is on the right side in the back shoved in the door with no space because of Paul but he’s a trooper and he’s just happy to be near you. <3

David is probably telling you which lane to go in and probably telling you to different directions just because.

You are driving on a backroad with no cars in sight, just having a good old late night drive with the boys, who are most definitely are causing trouble.

David keeps yelling at Paul and Marko to stop fighting over what music to listen to on the radio.

Dwayne slapping Paul upside the head.

Paul screaming like a girl and being dramatic because his brother slapped him.

David putting his hand up higher on your thigh and the boys getting jealous because they don’t have that luxury.

You will sometimes put your hand out for which boy with take it. Probably all of them, then them fighting for which one can hold your hand.

Probably you have to set like a five minute timer for each boy so they have a turn.

I can see Dwayne getting car sick and nauseousin the car.

Paul most definitely will be crawling through the armrest of the car between you and David to change the channel of the radio then Marko dragging Paul by the hair to stop him.

Dwayne trying to calm everyone down so he tries to play “eye-spy”

“I spy with my little eye something that won’t keep his fucking mouth shut”. David said whenever it’s his turn.

“Dwayne, I think he’s talking about you pal”. Paul said to him and Dwayne puts down the window and jerks Paul’s head out the window as Paul screams and Marko laughing in the background.

Marko would definitely tell you to go faster and tell you to put all the windows down.

Rock music will 100% be playing very loudly for everyone to hear.

Car karaoke for sure.

Paul probably sings “Guns N Roses” and try’s to hit every high note but his voice cracks every time causing you and the others to laugh.

Dwayne singing a slow love song to you in your ear and being a romantic boi.

Marko cheering the boys up when they sing.

You know David’s ass is not singing a single note.

If you sing then the whole car will actually get quiet for the first time since they have been in the car.

Whatever song you sang or if you are off key the whole time, they don’t care. They will be hyping you up the whole time and them all trying to seal a kiss on your cheek.

David most likely smoking a cigarette and Paul smoking a joint.

Marko waves at everything he sees out the window especially if there’s any animals.

if you decide to go though a drive through then good luck to you babe!

You pull up to the speaker and you order yours first, then you ask what everyone else wants.

David and Dwayne are fine about giving you their orders but Paul and Marko? Nah.

Paul with jump over poor Dwayne and put the window down and he’ll yell out what he wants and probably orders too much food and gets mad if the ice cream machine isn’t working!

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN’T WORKING?! THE FUCKING THING NEVER WORKS YOU ASSHOLE!”

Dwayne has to jerk him out from the window and apologized to the worker.

Marko will probably get out of the damn car and just talk to the speaker like he’s having a normal conversation with a person.

The total is probably like 50$ bucks and you low key get nervous about the bill til Dwayne hands you a crisp 50$ dollar bill that he mostly stole.

You all eat your meals while sitting in the car in an empty parking lot while talking about different topics and things.

It’s calm and peaceful, the night sky is beautiful with stars and your car is full of all your mates.

Even though it’s chaotic in every way you wouldn’t change it for the world. You don’t drive them in your car often but when you do it’s always an adventure.

[bekaroth-reads]

The Lost Boys x Reader

What if they find a vampire bite mark on you

[Hey, writing for Lost Boys again. This time I tried adding Max. Not sure if I got him completely right, so maybe he's a bit out of character 🤷🏼. Proof read, but fast by my dyslexic self, so there's probably still good in here.]

David- "Who?" Is all he'll say. It's not a question really. More so a short way to say, "You will tell me who did this to you." Will think it's another one of the boys, even if it wasn't. Small scuffles with them while he was trying to figure it out. If it was another one of the boys, then there's going to be a big fight. Nothing that will actually split the group, but there's going to be plenty of bruised egos and bodies.

Dwayne- Wouldn't say much at first. Just inspects it for a few moments. Might eventually ask something like, "What's this?" He will seem calm- listen to all you explain, act like it's no big deal. Won't even do anything right away. Next time you're not around there is going to be hell to pay for whoever gave you that. Maybe not as much a physical alterations like with David, but he'll make it clear if he has to attack it's not going to be pretty. If you catch him in the middle of roughing someone up it will literally be a light switch like

"I̴̟̾́ḟ̶̜ ̷͉̎͛ͅỳ̶̲o̵͓̬̒u̵͇̤͠ ̵̫̥̿ȇ̴̗̘̆v̵̙̅̚e̸̜͛́͜r̶̗̖̂ ̷̧͗͝g̴͎̣̐ḛ̵̼͠ṯ̵̥̈́̐ ̴̡̓̒n̴͈̓̚ē̵̳a̶̡̟͆̔ṟ̷͘ ̴̠̻̽ț̶̈́̀h̵̙̓̔e̵̩͕̔m̸̲̭̅ ̵̥͓́̉ą̷͖̔̂ġ̴̹͔̈́ȃ̶͔͕̕i̶̮̿ń̸͕-̸̪̄̈́

Oh, hey, baby. Just a minute-

Ȳ̷̼̀ȏ̷͜u̷̩̓'̷̛̤̘̈r̶͚̀̏e̷͍͑̈ ̸̘͛͛g̶̘̯͠͠o̸͇̅͐ṅ̸̯̬͝n̷̦͈͌a̶̗̾̄ ̵̬͙͋w̴̺̬̾͌i̶̧̒s̴̩͑h̵͕̣͑ ̵̟̭̏͆ẏ̶̘̱͝o̸̢͖͐u̷̠̯̐͛ ̴̻͍͂c̴̻͐o̵͔͔͂u̴̬̺̓l̶̤̪̊͘d̵̡̜̃̈́ ̶͓̀d̶̥̒͘i̵͎̍̀e̶̪͈͑ ̷̞̠͆ě̵̳̲á̵̟̠͑s̵̩̻͛̽î̴̱̈́l̵̺̖͑ÿ̸͙̺́-"

Marko- Acts like it's not a big deal, and to him it really isn't. As long as he's the only one biting you now, it's all good. He says that, but if he ever sees whoever it was that bit you, his hackles would go up. He would get between the two of you, while keeping a chill tone; at least mostly. "Hey, man, why don't we just calm down a bit. As in, you better back the hell up."

Paul- Will get so pouty. Like, 13 year-old girl missed the slumber party pouty. Either sits in a corner and sulks or is practically glued to you. If anyone else gets by you, he'll vamp out and snap his fangs at them. It's all pretty annoying for the guys, but when he almost does it in front of people (meaning he almost blows their cover), they'll actually haul him off and tell him to get over it. He will, but he won't be happy about it.

Max- When he sees it he goes, "Hm." Then he walks away to go get something. These wooden stakes? Don't worry about it- he's just going to talk to the boys. Why's he bringing Thorn? Don't worry about it. He just going to talk to the boys. Even if it was another, completely separate vampire from all of them, you'll have a difficult time convincing him of that. They've caused so much trouble that he just assumes it had to be them.

[aviradasa]

The Lost boys main Hcs (old version)

Dwayne

Also i gave him an actual personality. Cause suprisingly, quiet people can have personality traits other that being a brooding,mature,book loving,parental, and having good dick.

Ok Well i kept these traits but added more to him cause i didn't see anyone else doing so.

Enjoy!!

(Ps this was hardly proof read. and written at 2 am so pardon how weird it may be)

Edit: THESE ARE OLD IM MAKING NEW ONES THAT ARE BETTER!!

Contrary to popular belief this man is just as crazy as the others. If not more.

Granted, yeah, he can be chill as hell but do not let that fool you cause just under that quiet persona is an actual sadistic asshole.

I mean damn.

To start off, this dude is brutal when it comes to feeding. I mean, he can give David a run for his money.

I mean did y'all see him during the bonfire scene??????

During that, he was honestly a bit rushed cause normally, he will keep his victims alive for a good long while before actually killing them, all while ripping them to pieces.

And cause he is smart as hell he knows the right places to tear into a person where it will take them longer to die from it.

What an asshole.

But when he's not being evil as fuck he is giving the others stupid ideas.

I mean honestly i think the whole taking Michael to the bridge thing was his idea.

He just snuck over to David and was like, "Hey, I have a wonderful idea." And David was like "hell yeah I like that"

Well, ok, that's not exactly how I went, but that's my dummed-down Disney villain version.

They had all hung off the bridge before, but Dwayne knew that that would probably freak Michael the fuck out more than anything, and he just wanted to watch that poor dude suffer.

On that topic he lowkey hated Michael at first.

So he just ignored him as much as possible. But at the same time, he also was just waiting for Michael to start some shit so he could fight him.

When Michael punched David, this man got so excited, only to have his dream crushed when he couldn't swing on him.

Poor dwayne.

The main reason we don't see much of dwaynes personality is cause Michael is around every time we see him and he does not fuck with him enough to grant him access to who he is as a person

Speaking of him and David, I, kinda see them as being evil scheming, besties not gonna lie. Like when Dwayne gets a fun little plan in his head to fuck with people, he's creeping up on David to tell him all about it. (And plant the seed in his mind)

Honestly, if you walk in when these two are talking you swear they both just look like this

Like honestly its just a back away slowly and forget you ever saw them situation 🤣

The best part for him is letting people believe it was David or one of the other boy's ideas so he doesn't get too much attention drawn to himself.

As much as this wannabe attention whore wants to, he will hardly take credit is his plans so as not to get Max on his ass. As much as he wants to be like, "Yeah, I made them do that, hahaha," he won't.

He's literally like a little puppet master.

But enough of him being a silent but deadly dickhead

This guy is amazing at so many things.

He's a bigggg car/ motorcycle guy. If you take him anywhere, like a car show or something, he's gonna be yapping with the owner of a fuckin 1942 Chevrolet Fleetline for 2 hours.

And he can and will spend HOURS, NIGHTS, even working on his bike. Does it need work? No. Does he just wanna work on it for fun? Yes.

Oh, and if the others mention even a slight tick coming from their bike, he's becoming the most insufferable know-it-all in the cave.

" oh well you know if the ticks coming from theirrrr you should already know it needs (blank)

They all hate when he does this but they still let him work on the bikes cause they know he enjoys it so much.

It's relaxing to work on stuff like that for him. He can just sit down, listen to his music, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and tune up the bikes all by himself.

And that's the way he likes to work.

He loves the other's company, but deep down, this man is introverted. He can go crazy and have fun but once his social battery is out, he is out, bye.

He will just disappear once he is done with people for the day. If he doesn't, he gets snappy and sassy, and it's just like "Damnnnnnn. Ok, sir ."

He will start clocking everybody's shit if forced to stick around.

But honestly, most of the time, he's cool. He's kinda like a cat, not gonna lie.

Shits gotta be on his terms or he don't wanna do it.

Ok ok I know I clowned on it but I do think he likes to read

And he does read ALOT.

He keeps a lil shelf of books in his area of the cave.

Aka, he took one of the big ass bookshelves from when the hotel collapsed, fixed it, and now stores all the books he loves on it.

He loves most genres, to he's not picky. From fantasy to westerns he readys whatever catches his interest.

While he reads he likes to listen to music that matches so once he was reading a sci-fi novel he had David Bowie BLASTING

They didn't even know he liked David Bowie. But hey, that's why we love Dwayne. He's full of surprises. And his music taste is the epitome of "I like whatever sounds good"

I could go on and on and on about this man but this might get long so if y'all want me to elaborate on any of these or make a part 2 let me know cause i WILL also if you want hcs of the other boys let me know! Night my little goblins 🖤🖤

[lickuiddd]

The Lost Boys Valentine's Day Headcanons:

Cw: brief mention of sex

A/N- Happy Valentines Day! also, first post on this blog

David:

All of the boys are romantic in their own ways, but David’s definitely the closest to a classic type of lover. Expect red roses, a gift that he got, and a romantic dinner date to end the evening. 

If you decide to get something for him, he’s going to love it. Even if his reaction is simple or small, just know that it means a lot to him, especially if it’s something he can wear or carry with him; he has it on him all the time. 

He may not usually be the most openly affectionate, but on an occasion like this, he’s making sure you feel loved by him; you're one of the most important people in his life as his partner. If he’s going to go all out, he’s going to do it right. 

Given he seems like the type to enjoy more intimate moments away from an overly public atmosphere, the date and your time with him are more secluded and one-on-one. He’s got a special spot picked out for the evening, and it’s only the best, of course. 

If you're not already a vampire at this point, then expect at least an attempt from David to try and turn you, because what better opportunity would he have to do that than Valentine’s Day? 

Dwayne:

If any of the boys are giving you a perfect Valentine’s Day, it’s Dwayne.

He’s already a very considerate partner, but on a day like this, he’s going to try his very best to be perfect. 

He’s thoughtful with his gift, and by how observant he is, his gift to you is something you’ve been wanting for a long time. Dwaynes is the type where, even if you’ve only mentioned it once or twice, or if it was something you’ve shown him during a previous time together, he’ll still remember and make sure to get exactly what you showed him.

He would have a perfect date planned and would have something on the more casual side set up, like a movie date and dinner.

Despite making plans, he’d also want to make sure that you get to decide some of the things you do together, and in the end, he's just happy to spend time with you and see you smile. 

Anything you buy or make for him will put a smile on his face, and he’ll deeply appreciate it. 

He’ll be telling you how much he loves you, and it’d be like the first time he did it all over again. 

Paul: 

If you're not already smothered by Paul’s love on a normal day, expect it to be amplified by almost triple on Valentine’s Day. 

From the moment you wake up, Paul is giving you anything and everything he has and could have possibly gotten you for Valentine’s Day. Expect teddy bears, chocolate, roses—you name it, he’s bought it. He’d pick you flowers he found on one of his bike rides or find trinkets he’d think you’d like too, as well as other small gifts. 

Whatever you decide to give to him, he’s going to love, and he’ll definitely show it. He’ll show off whatever you got for him to the other boys too and brag for a long time. 

He’s definitely taking you on a date to the boardwalk to get food, play games, and go on rides together. He’s the type to want to share one milkshake with two straws or ride a Ferris wheel just to make out for most of the ride. 

Despite all the gifts and cute dates, it’s Paul, and what would the literal day of love be without sex? Of course he would love doing all the other things, even if you didn’t want to have it, but if you let him, he’ll have you under him all night. To say the least, by the morning, you're going to have sore muscles and bruised skin from where he’s left his mark on you.

Marko: 

Valentine’s Day is definitely one of Marko's favourite holidays to celebrate, especially with you. He’s a romantic guy, and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show you his love. 

The date he’s planned would include going for a ride on his bike along the beach, later grabbing food and just being able to walk under the moonlight while hanging out together, laughing and smiling.

Marko would get you something like chocolates and cute cards, but he would also try to make you a gift. I mean, look at his jacket; he’s a craftsy guy. He would put a lot of effort into the project, even if it ended up not turning out like he wanted it to, but it’s the thought that counts, at least. 

He’d adore any gift you give him, but time with you is just as valuable to him.

Similarly to Paul, sex is something on his mind, and given the chance, he’d go down on you all night if you let him. 

Out of the four, like any holiday, he does it the best.

[therowanarchives]

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Dwayne x f!Reader

WC: 1,216

TW: none

A/N: just a little series I’m working on that I’m enjoying writing right now. I saw The Lost Boys in theaters for the first time ever (ty October) and the fixation is back and better than ever. This first chapter was more of a filler I guess to kind of give the reader an idea of my writing style and how I portray the characters. Every chapter after this (for the most part) will be following along with the timeline of the movie with a few chapters here and there that you could consider “off-screen” moments? Idk. Either way I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. This was proof read literally once so I apologize now for any mistakes I did not catch!

Chapter One:

Your hair blew behind you as you ran through the bustling crowd of people. The pier was always busy on a Saturday night, more so lately with it being tourist season. As you ran, bumping shoulders with strangers every now and then, you kept looking behind you, breathing heavily but with a wide smile on your face. Probably the only indicator to the people around you that you weren’t running away from any danger, for you anyway. 

You had finally made it to the pier's entrance, which was a little less crowded, only occupied by the people just arriving to the pier for the first time that night. You took a sharp turn left, looking behind you one last time before you dipped into an alleyway, crouching down to catch your breath. Once your heavy breathing was settled, you stood again, taking light, cautious steps to peek around the corner to look into the crowd of people. Examining everyone, looking for a familiar face. 

“Boo.” He whispered in your ear.

You jumped, spinning quickly, to face your "attacker.”

“God dammit, Dwayne!” You let out a breathy laugh as you smacked his shoulder. 

He chuckled, letting his hands rest on your hips as he pushed you against the wall, leaning down so he was at eye level with you. 

“You should’ve seen your face, baby.” His laugh dies down as he shows you his interpretation of what you looked like. 

You roll your eyes at him as you fail at pushing him away from you. He stands firm in his spot in front of you, taking a step closer, trapping you between him and the wall even more. 

“I caught you, baby. What’s my prize?” He asks, licking his lips.

“I don’t know, handsome. What do you think you’ve earned?” You tease him in a sultry voice.

You bring a hand to rest at his chest, guiding it down his torso slowly as your other hand tangles itself into his hair, pulling him down to you. He smirks at the implications, your hand lightly tugging at his belt, your lips just centimeters from his own. You pull at his hair gently, earning a low groan from him as he moves his hands from your hips to your face so he can guide you to finally lean in for a kiss. You smirked, silently thanking him for his impatience as he no longer has you pinned to the wall with his own force. 

You take this opportunity to escape; you reach up to grab his hands, pecking his lips quickly before removing his hands from your face, pushing him again, and succeeding in throwing him off balance as you dart back into the sea of people. Your laugh is lost in the breeze as you try and make your great escape. He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head, unmoving, allowing you to get another thirty-second head start before he inevitably finds you again. 

You hadn’t been running long before spotting your familiar group of bikers, picking up speed as you ran behind Paul, clutching at his leather jacket and pulling him against you as hard as you could to use him as a much-needed shield. He grunts at the impact, losing his balance and stumbling back into you, causing you to stumble backwards as well. Your back hits the railing of the pier as Paul's weight digs into you, causing you to groan, your eyes squeezed shut at the discomfort. You try pushing him up off you, hoping that will help him gain his balance again, at least enough so he can get off. 

Moments later, Paul’s body weight is no longer on you but replaced with a pair of familiar hands finding their way to your hips yet again.

”Gotcha.” He smirks.

You look up at him, a laugh escaping you as your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him down for a quick yet passionate kiss. In the background, you can hear Marko let out a gag, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at the two lovebirds. 

“Now that you both are done playing cat and mouse, can we finally go and find something to eat?” Paul asks, shoving Dwayne’s head as he walks past him, heading to his bike.

Dwayne swats at him, but he was already out of reach. 

“Yeah, seriously! I’m starving.” Marko adds in.

David chuckles as he shakes his head at the other two blondes, revving up his bike to start leading the pack. Dwayne takes your hand, leading you to his bike, hoping on before giving you his arm to keep you steady as you throw your leg over to hop on behind him. David is already riding away when Dwayne starts up his bike, revving it a few times before kicking up the kickstand.

”You two slowpokes coming or what?” He teases the two as he rides off to catch up with David. 

“What the fuck?”

“No fair!” 

Paul and Marko exclaim in unison, revving up their bikes to make sure they don’t fall too far behind them. The duo catches up, one on either side of Dwayne, kicking their legs out in a poor attempt at trying to get him off balance. 

“Hey! Hey! Watch it!” He yells, feigning irritation. “I’ve got fragile goods on board, fellas!” He whoops.

You laugh at the boy's antics, squeezing Dwayne tighter. You know they would never actually do anything to put you in any danger, and you knew Dwayne would never let them, but a little extra security never hurt anybody. You all spent the rest of the night riding around, scoping out your next victims, feasting, and getting into a little more havoc around town before deciding to turn in for the night. The sun was slowly coming up the horizon when you all made it back to the cave, and that was all you needed to see before a long yawn escaped your mouth. 

The five of you entered the cave, Marko and Paul still whooping and being loud, getting out the last of their energy as David made his way straight to their room. You had dragged Dwayne to a long-since abandoned room you’ve made your own for those nights you don’t want to hang upside down, passing Star and Laddie already cuddled up in their bed together. You shoot them a quiet goodnight, knowing you wouldn’t get a response but doing it out of habit for those nights you stay in with them. 

The minute you enter your room, you plop down onto the bed, kicking your shoes off as you turn to your side, ready to cuddle into Dwayne once he joins you in the bed after removing his boots and jacket. He finally plops down next to you, your arms immediately finding their way around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you can.

”Night, baby.” You say, giving a chaste kiss to his neck.

”Night, pretty girl.” He says back, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

The two of you lay together peacefully before falling into a cohesive slumber, ready to sleep through the day to see what trouble you could bring tomorrow. 

[ghoastixx]

Bringing your slashers/horror characters to Thanksgiving

Includes: Michael Myers (OG), Beetlejuice, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, J.D., Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Poly Lost Boys, Carrie White

Includes: gn reader, swearing, pet names,

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Michael Myers

In reality, this man is not going to your family’s Thanksgiving. He’s not even taking his mask off.

But let’s pretend!!

Let’s say you DID get Michael to take off his mask and venture out of your home for Thanksgiving.

You told your family that he was mute, some understood that better than others.

Grandma? Loves him for some reason.

“Hi baby, is this Michael? Oh hi sweetheart, how are you doing, come let’s get you guys seated.”

She’s so sweet he’s so unused to it other than from you.

He would freak out a lot of people by sitting there and just staring at everyone.

He’s so big and tall compared to everyone, grandpa would ask if he could help him move a dresser or some shit.

“Come on Michael, we’re gonna be late!” You called, waiting patiently by the door.

When you both arrived at your family’s home where Thanksgiving would be hosted this year, Michael was very tense. Very rarely did he ever take his mask off and he hadn’t had a thanksgiving in years. You took his hand and brushed your thumb over your knuckles as you walked inside, taking your shoes off. Your grandma greeted you with a hug and a comfortingly sweet voice.

“Sweetheart! So glad you could make it! Is this Michael? It’s a pleasure to meet you young man,” your grandma said with a smile, touching his hand which made him tense. “Come now, let’s get you guys seated before the food gets cold.”

Mikey was nervous walking through the house, seeing pictures of grandkids and uncles and cousins, seeing everyone seated.

Your grandpa took liking to his muscles,

“Yeah! Looks like you could get the job done, you mind helping me move some boxes in the garage? My back isn’t as nice as it used to be and my kids are pieces of shit.”

“Dad😡”

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Beetlejuice

Yeah he can pretend to be problematic for thanksgiving.

Would purposely scare the shit out of your cousins.

Your family calls him musty..

Your emo cousin likes him though!!

“Y/N…get him out of here he stinks!” Meanwhile your dead boyfriend is sitting across from your emo cousin who’s lowkey studying him over. He’s just letting them too, he says it reminds them of Lydia.

Your family is boring to him, he’d much rather have thanksgiving at your own house with Lydia and Adam and Barbra.

“Come on babes, this is boring, we’re out of here,” he states as he takes a Turkey leg and promptly leaves the home, hand in yours.

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Your parents and family do not approve.

They’re mostly confused as to why you brought two boys with you. They call it slut behavior.

Billy’s family most likely can’t even get through a normal dinner, let alone Thanksgiving, so he was down for coming.

Stu’s family were out of town and he didn’t want to go to some fancy thanksgiving with a lot of people he didn’t know. He’d rather stay in Woodsboro and get drunk for Thanksgiving, but being with his partners worked too.

Your family is way turned off by Billy, they think he’s rude, where as they think Stu is too energetic.

Billy and Stu would find any excuse to dip, letting them have private time, away from everyone.

Stu would make dirty jokes at the table in you and Billy’s ear.

You get a lot of side eyes from everyone..

You knock on the door with both of your boys, only to be greeted by a strange look.

“Y/N, baby, you brought your friends? How..nice..”

When you were all sat down at the table, your aunt started,

“Two boys Y/N? You friends from school?” Your uncle interjected

“I recognize you Loomis. You better not be causing any trouble.” He practically growled. Billy just nodded.

Lots of apologies to your boys after.

“It’s alright baby, it was bound to happen,” Stu said, grabbing a beer from his fridge

“It’s alright puppy, the food was good,”

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J.D

Would genuinely probably be the politest to your parents and family,

Got to make a good impression!!

He’d stay close to you the entire time, making sure to show off who he was to you,

God don’t even get him started on his opinion on politics PLEASE..

I feel like he’s the type of guy that your parents would be nice to in person but when he leaves everyone’s like “he’s so weird?😀”

The type of guy to call older relatives ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’

Would hit the deserts HARD

“Sweetie your new boyfriend is very nice,” your grandma hums as you help with the dishes, he sits in the other room, arguing about politics.

“Yeah, he sure is something,”

“I’m very glad you could bring him,”

Your aunt walks in the room, shaking her head, “he’s really weird honey,” you looked at her with a confused facial expression, “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just.. odd.”

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Otis Driftwood

You’re eating dinner at his house. Nothing else.

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Baby Firefly

Would actually try to go to dinner with you if that’s what you really wanted.

Would probably make an okayish impression on your family,

They think she’s energetic and odd,

She knows…a lot,

I like to think that she does like domestic feelings, so she might actually love to go to your thanksgiving,

You’re holding her hand as you drive back to the firefly home, smiling as your stunning girlfriend rambles next to you.

“It was so fun! Thank you for taking me baby,”

“Of course,” you hun as she continues to speak very highly of the little tradition.

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Poly Lost Boys

Your parents are very thrown off when you tell them that Thanksgiving needs to be a little later than 1:00 this year because your boyfriends get off at 5:00.. (when it gets dark)

They are even more thrown off when four bikers walk in with mullets and frills and no manners at all.. well, the quiet one has manners.

David would try and make a good impression while keeping up his ‘I’m the top dog’ behavior.

Dwayne just wants to help out and actually make a good impression.

Marko will spend most of his time with any pets and Paul will follow in foot.

They house down food. It’s sort of embarrassing

Your parents are so thrown off it hurts.

“Sweetie where did you meet them again?” Your mom whispers to you from across the table,

“So, boys, what do you do for work?” Your father questioned, each boy having a way different reaction it looks suspicious.

Your parents just nod and try there best to get through the dinner.

After dinner it gets even worse, they’re all over you, touching and giving little kisses during conversation, right in front of your parents.. god it was going to be a long night.

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Carrie White

Genuinely would do her best to come to your thanksgiving if her mama let her.

She’d be all dressed up and pretty, silently so excited that she gets to go to someone’s thanksgiving.

She’s so polite and quiet around your family,

If you all say grace, she’s an active part of it.

She’d be so flustered and happy to be there,

She thinks your family is so nice!!

You knock on the door of her house for her to rush down, saying goodbye to her mama. You would say hello to Mrs.White, but very uncomfortably.. you didn’t like Carrie’s Mama.

You smile upon seeing her. She looks so pretty.

“Hey darling, you look great,”

She blushed, looking down a little flustered, “thank you,”

You open the passenger door, letting her get in and closing it for her. She felt so nice, being treated so kindly. She’d remember this day for a while.

Please send me any slasher requests,

(Although I’m more prone to write for Billy & Stu at the moment)

[i-heart-slashers]

You're Mine and I'm Yours.

Here is part two as promised, David and Marko's sequels coming up soon.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Dwayne (Lost Boys) x Female Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You find yourself irresistibly drawn to Dwayne after meeting him. He claims you as his in an intimate encounter within the shadowy depths of the cave.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.5k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ Explicit sexual content, smut, possessiveness, and cursing.

Part One.

As you walk with Dwayne, the neon lights grow dimmer, the crowd’s noise softening into a distant hum. The air is cooler here, near the edge where the planks meet the sand, and the ocean’s rhythm feels like a heartbeat under your feet.

Dwayne’s presence beside you is steady, grounding, yet electric—a paradox that makes your skin tingle. His hand brushes yours again, deliberate this time, and you feel the warmth of his touch linger, sparking something deep in your chest.

“You’re quiet,” you say, glancing at him, trying to break the tension that’s building like a storm. His dark eyes flick to yours, and there’s something raw in them, something that makes your breath hitch. He doesn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s holding back.

“Got a lot on my mind,” he says, voice low, gravelly, like he’s choosing each word with care. His gaze lingers on you, tracing the curve of your jaw and how your hair catches the moonlight. You feel exposed and seen in a way that’s thrilling and terrifying all at once.

You stop walking, turning to face him near a weathered railing that overlooks the beach. The wind tugs at your clothes, and you’re hyper-aware of how close he is, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. “Like what?” you ask, bolder than you feel, your heart pounding.

He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the faint musk of leather and something darker, wilder, that makes your pulse race. “You,” he says simply, and the word lands like a spark on dry tinder. His hand lifts, slow, deliberate, and he brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. The touch is light but tingles, and you lean into it without thinking.

“Ever been out to the cliffs?” he asks, his voice low, rough, like he’s choosing each word with care. He’s leading you toward the quieter end of the boardwalk, where the crowds thin and the ocean’s rhythm grows louder.

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Not really. I’m more of a boardwalk-and-bonfires kind of girl.”

He nods a faint curve to his lips—almost a smile, but not quite. “C’mon. I know a place.”

You follow him, curiosity outweighing the slight prickle of caution. Your friends are probably still giggling by the stage but feel a world away.

Dwayne moves with purpose, his strides long but unhurried, and you step beside him, the night air cool against your skin. He leads you past the boardwalk, down a winding path toward the cliffs, where the sound of waves crashing against rock drowns out the distant carnival noise. The path dips, leading to a jagged opening in the earth—a cave hidden in the shadows of the bluff.

“Trust me?” he asks, pausing at the entrance, his eyes searching yours. There’s something vulnerable in his gaze, a crack in his otherwise stoic demeanor.

You nod, heart thudding. “Yeah.”

He takes your hand, his grip firm but gentle, and leads you inside. The cave is vast, its walls draped in shadows, lit by flickering candles and strung-up lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow.

It’s strangely beautiful, a mix of natural rock and scavenged relics—tattered curtains, old furniture, a record player spinning something soft and haunting in the corner.

You realize this is his home, or at least a piece of it, and the intimacy of being here sends a thrill through you.

Dwayne lets go of your hand, watching you take it all in. “Not what you expected?” he asks a hint of amusement in his tone.

“It’s… incredible,” you say, turning to meet his gaze. “You live here?”

“With my brothers,” he says, stepping closer carrying you down into the main cave before putting you on your feet when steady. “But tonight, it’s just us.” Your breath catches at the implication, the air between you thickening.

He’s close now, close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket, the faint musk of something wilder beneath it. His eyes are locked on yours, and there’s a hunger there, but it’s tempered by something softer that makes your chest ache.

“You feel it, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “This… pull.”

You swallow, nodding, because you do. It’s like a current, tugging you toward him, making your skin hum with something you can’t name. “What is it?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

He steps closer, his hand lifting to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. “You’re mine,” he says simply like it’s a fact carved in stone. “And I’m yours.”

The words hit you like a wave, and before you can process them, he’s leaning in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle and searing kiss. You melt into it, your hands finding his chest, fingers curling into the leather of his jacket.

The kiss deepens, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he can’t bear any distance between you. You’re dizzy with it, with him, the world narrowing to the heat of his mouth, the press of his body against yours.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with want but still holding that quiet control. “Tell me you want this,” he says, voice rough but steady. “Tell me you want me.”

“I do,” you breathe, the words spilling out before you can overthink them. “I want you.”

That’s all he needs. He kisses you again, harder this time, and guides you backward until you’re against a pile of blankets and cushions in the corner of the cave, a makeshift bed that smells faintly of him.

He’s careful and deliberate, his hands roaming your sides, slipping under your shirt to trace the curve of your waist. Every touch is reverent, like he’s memorizing you, and you’re lost in the sensation, your hands tugging at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders.

He shrugs it off, letting it fall, and you’re struck by the sight of him—lean muscle, the bracelet still on his wrist, his chest rising and falling as he watches you.

You pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, and his eyes darken, a low sound rumbling in his throat. He’s on you again, kissing your neck, your collarbone, his lips warm against your skin. You arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating through you.

“Dwayne,” you whisper, and he pauses, looking up at you with awe.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up your thigh, fingers brushing the edge of your shorts.

“Dwayne,” you repeat, and he kisses you, deep and hungry, as he works the button of your shorts free, sliding them down with a gentleness that makes your heart race. You’re bare before him, vulnerable, but there’s no fear—only want, only the certainty that this is right, that he’s right.

He sheds his own clothes, and you take in the sight of him, the planes of his body lit by the flickering light. He’s beautiful, otherworldly, and when he settles over you, his weight grounding you, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

His hand slides between your thighs, teasing, exploring, and you gasp, hips lifting to meet his touch. He’s slow and deliberate, watching your every reaction, and when his fingers find the spot that makes you moan, he smiles, a rare, genuine smile that makes your chest tighten.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he positions himself, his body warm and solid against yours. “Made for me.”

You nod, breathless, and when he presses into you, slow and careful, you feel that pull again, that bond snapping into place. It’s overwhelming, the fullness, the heat, the way he moves like he’s savoring every second. You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, and he groans, low and deep, his rhythm steady but building, each thrust sending sparks through you.

The cave fades, the world fades, and it’s just you and him, your gasps mingling with his, your bodies moving together like they were always meant to.

He’s gentle but firm, his hands gripping your hips and your thighs, guiding you as you meet him, the pleasure building until it’s almost too much. You’re trembling, on the edge, and he senses it, his lips finding yours as he pushes you over, your release crashing through you like a tide. He follows a low growl in his throat, his body tensing as he finds his own.

For a moment, you’re both still, breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours. The cave is quiet except for the distant drip of water, the flicker of candlelight casting shadows across his face. He brushes a kiss against your temple, his hand stroking your side, and you feel it again—that connection, deeper now, unbreakable.

“You’re mine,” he says again, softer this time, and you smile as your fingers trace the bracelet on his wrist.

“And you’re mine,” you whisper back, somehow knowing it’s true.

[natalie668]

Chapter 3 -Lost Girl

As i pull away from her hug, I can’t help but grin. She seems like such a sweetheart; “Come on, let’s go sit down to the dinner table I’ve bought pizza home for tea.” She says as she begins to make her way down the stairs towards where I can hear rustling of pizza boxes opening.

Michael takes my hand, we make our way down for food. He turns to look at me as we get to the top of the stairs, “We’ll continue about your other mates when we’re finished down here.” He says as he rubs his thumb against my cheek rubbing against the side of my lip. I can’t help but blush and nod. This guy is making my heart feel like it’s having palpitations.

Once we’re in the dining room, Michael pulls a chair out for me to sit at, Lucy smiles as she slides a paper plate over to me, I help myself to a piece of pepperoni pizza. Taking a bite I can’t help the moan that escapes. “Hmm, this is so good.” I say. “Thank you for the food Lucy.”

She smiles at me in return, “what’s ours is yours now sweetheart, you’re family.” Michael sits in the seat next to me, his hand rests against my thigh, I reach for his hand with my own, our fingers intertwining.

“So y/n, where are you from.” Sam asks around the pizza that he’s chomping away at in his mouth, Michael and Lucy grimace over his lack of table manners neither impressed seeing the food in his mouth while he’s talking.

“I’m from y/h/t, in y/c,” I say as i take another bite, Michael’s fingers squeeze against my own. I appreciate the comfort from his touch.

Lucy seems to read the room, and quickly changes the subject getting Sam’s attention from me, I appreciate it. After a couple of more slices of pizza Michael excuses us and we head back to his bedroom.

As we enter his room he leans behind me and slides the lock across the door, we both seem to lean in at the same time, his lips pressing against my own, our tongues caressing one another. I pull away, breathless.

I stare up into his eyes, “You were going to tell me about my other mates?.”

He sighs and throws himself down onto his bed, “I did, didn’t I.” He says with a sigh, his hands run through his curly hair. “What I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but you’ve got to trust me. I’m telling the truth.” He says.

I look at him smirking, “Pretty sure I’m having Deja-vu here.” He looks at me with a grin, “You can tell me anything, I’ll believe you, like you believed me.” I say as I come and sit next to him my hand reaching out and taking hold of his.

“Your mates, and I. We’re vampires.” He says, his eyes peering up to my own.

I sit there in shock, surely I misheard. “Uhm, please repeat that.” I say, even though I don’t need him to repeat it, “you know what you don’t have to repeat it, what do you mean by vampires, like Interview with the Vampire, vampires? Bram stokers Dracula?”

Michael looks away from me, and when he turns back his eyes are a golden orange colour, his facial features have changed and he now has fangs in his mouth.

I lean forward, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m intrigued to hell about those fangs, and how can he still look so incredibly handsome with his vampire face. Heck I’m kind of not surprised I’m pretty turned on by the Vampire face, Angel and Spike from Buffy used to make me hot and bothered too.

I lean forward taking my hand as I trace my fingertips down his face, tracing his cheek bones, all the way across his lips to his teeth, my finger gets too close to the pointy bit and it pierces the tip, a drop of blood puddles up on my finger, I take it into my mouth sucking it away.

Michaels gaze follows my finger to my mouth, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue pierces my mouth, his tongue attacking my own like he’s trying to suck that little bit of blood into his own mouth. We pull apart both breathless, his face back to normal.

He looks over to the alarm clock on his side table, it reads 11:17pm, “We should go meet your other mates,” he says with a sigh, as much as he’d like to keep you to himself, he knows that if they find out he’s kept you like that without letting them meet you he’ll be in for a hell of a shout down.

I can’t help but to feel both excited and scared, you’re about to meet 4 other soulmates, who are vampires no less. With a nod, you take his hand in your own and you both make your way out of the house.

As we set off on the bike, the wind blows in my hair. I look around at the surroundings which pass us by, the sound of the boardwalk lingers as background noise. Soon enough we’re driving through wooded areas, and we come upon a cliff, Michael pulls us over.

He takes hold of my hand, leading us down some scary looking steps, we keep going down until I can practically feel the spray from the waves hitting my face. I look forward taking in the signs saying no trespassing etc. we keep going forward, descending into the cave i expect it to look like what a cave should look like, instead it looks like a cave that’s swallowed an old looking hotel.

I take a step away from him, this cave feels like home, I have no clue as to why, it doesn’t look like our own home we no longer will ever see, but it feels like it’s mine.

Michaels arms wrap there way around my waist, I lean back into him. “They should be back soon,” he says against the back of my head. He leads me to the sofa, we both get comfortable, I look around spotting what looks like a hallway leading out of the main bit of cave. I walk forward, taking in the miscellaneous bits around, I pass a bookshelf as I go further into the cave. My fingers caress each books spine, whomever the books belong to have taste.

“Come, we can explore later. I heard there bikes. They’ll be here any minute.” He says as he drags me back to the entrance.

Taking a deep breath, I hear laughter echoing down to us. The first person who steps down has bright bleach blonde hair. His eyes meet my own, their name burns on my arm as our eyes meet.

“Mate,” he says as he rushes forward towards me, his hands taking hold of either side of my face.

I look at him, peering into his face, “my name is y/n.” I say as I rub my cheek against his fingerless gloved hand.

“David,” he says after a few seconds, he looks over to Michael his eyes squinting at him, they seem to have a silent conversation. I can’t help but wonder if their vampireness gives them the ability to share thoughts.

Authors note: Thank you guys soooo much for liking both chapters and for the comments. Next chapter we have more interaction with David, and we meet the rest of the boys. This is an AU story, you will see just how much in the following chapters 🖤 let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list 🖤❤️

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[ranranbolly]

Marko: This one tastes funny. Too much coke in her blood.

Paul: Give it to Mikey. He’ll eat anything.

Michael: Stop calling me that.

Michael: …

Michael: But if you’re really not gonna eat her…

[two-bit-too-high]

lost boys with a hyper mate/pack member, then when they get back to the cave they just burn out and pass tf out. Fluff 100%

A/N hello y'all thx for the suggestions I'm gonna work on them over the next few days or whenever hope y'all are having a good Christmas or holidays and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send in anymore ideas and as always nothing too spicy.

The Lost boys x Hyper reader

☁️ Pure fluffy

⚠️Warnings: drugs (mentioned in passing) also for just incase Cotten Cady = Fairy Floss

(I am dyslexic so I do apologise if anything is miss spelt or if the gramma is awful)

Anyway enjoy

Summer time in Santa Carla the best time school was out and the boardwalk was busy. Busy boardwalk ment easy picking for the local vampires. Speaking of the local vampires, two of them were currently parked at the beach watching over a group of surfnazis scouting out their meal for the night.

“Ew no he is not sunburnt ” said Paul as he leant up against Marko’s bike “oh come on that doesn’t change anything about the blood, about the good bit” Marko replied. “It’s the sunblock that makes it taste different” Paul adds The two continued to talk and make their choices for food. After a few moments they heard the other three motorcycles pull out a little bit away then a few seconds after Paul had been tackled to the ground.

“Ah! What was that for, boo” he yelled as he started to rough house with them in the sand “DAVID GAVE ME COTTON CADY” you yelled in reply “ the big cotton candy” adds Dwyane in a less than impressed.you keep tussling and rolling around on the sandbank with Paul. “Just cotton candy?” Paul says “ AND A SNOW CONE” you reply. After a few More moments of laughter and roughhousing you two are pulled apart by Dwayne “that’s enough little one” he said with a smile. You The smaller vampire was still buzzing as you sat down on the sand looking around like a Meerkat “ I can taste colour” you say looking up at David who was standing behind you looking down “oh really now” he replied “yeah” you say as lean back on his legs “you done being a little critter yet” he asked before he could get an answer you were gone. you had scaled up a tree and started to swing back and forth on a branch “wooooow I can see the whole of Santa Carla from up here” you say like a child at an amusement park for the first time. “Come on Meerkat get down we all need to feed” calls out David from under the tree “right right Proper food” you let go of the branch and land on your feet in the sand “come on then ya lazy bums” you say as you run past the boys into the camp of surfnazis the boys following suit.

After your delicious bloodbath the five of you washed off in the ocean. The boys ended up floating around for a while in the meantime you had decided to go and climb some cliffs. Still running on your sugar high you quickly found a clif you were willing to challenge and started climbing. Grabbing rock after rock as you scale the rocky wall. “Woah look at them go” yelled out Marko and pointed you out to the others. By the time they had turned around to look at you where at the top waving down at them the biggest smile plastered across your face.

After your little climbing expedition was over you all made your way back to the bikes.Unbeknown to the boys you had found a few sticks of sherbet in Marko's bike bag and downed them all at once. “Marko Marko Marko Marko” you yapped as you jumped around him in a small circle “what what what what” he yaps back his eyes following you around. “ Was that sugar or cocaine in those sticks” you ask “sugar” he Answered “ok” you say before jumping into your bike. “We are gonna be in for a long night” says Dwyane to David “yeah,but they are having fun so who cares” David replies

The drive home was faster than usual due to your sugar boost. Now usually the boys don't care about speed limits. That was more of a you thing as you were human more recently than them and knew what a nasty high speed crash could do someone.but on this particular night you had completely thrown those fears out the window. Where you gonna go at 150 over that old rusty bridge absolutely and did you love absolutely.

Once back at the cave the boys expect you to keep going. Too jump about the cave from rock ledge to rock ledge but alas they were wrong. Once you all got home they watched as you slowly and lethargically walked up to the small bedroom that they had made for you when you turned six years ago. Once inside you tuned to your records and record player picking out a vinyl that Paul had given you for your new birthday day that being the day that made your First kill and completed the process to becoming a vampire.

“What are you doing boo” asked paul as he joined you laying down in the nest bed that had been made a few months ago. “Energy low” you say as you cuddle up to his chest fiddling with the fishnet shirt he was wearing .As the sound of Bon Jovi started to softly fill the room the boys started to file in joining you in the nest eventually you fell asleep. You are in the middle David and Dwyane to your right and the two blonde bombshells to your left.

“And they crashed” said Marko as he cuddles up beside you “sugar crash” added Paul “I bet you their teeth are gonna hurt tomorrow night” said David who was laying half on the bed half on Dwyane.”Good thing I brought more toothpaste today then” slurred Dwyane as he was half asleep. One by one they all started to slip into sleep.As the soft sound of Bon Jovi’s “living on a prayer” filled the room.

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