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𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You’re just trying to buy a cute pendant from a flirty boardwalk vendor when the boys decide no one gets to look at you like that. They circle you like a living wall of leather and bad decisions—because you’re theirs, and they love you loudly. Jealousy looks stupidly hot on all four of them… and honestly? You’re not even mad about it.
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.8k
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: possessive behavior. polyamory. jealousy.
mild intimidation. territorial themes. dark romance. fluff with possessive vibes.
The warm summer night in Santa Carla wrapped around you like a familiar embrace, the air thick with the scent of saltwater, fried dough, and distant bonfires. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the crowds milling about—tourists laughing, kids chasing each other with cotton candy in hand, and the occasional shadowy figure lurking in the alleys.
You loved this place; it was chaotic, alive, and utterly yours. Or rather, it was theirs—the Lost Boys'. And by extension, yours too.
You'd been with them for months now, ever since that fateful night when David had first locked eyes with you under the Ferris wheel, his smirk promising danger and delight in equal measure. It hadn't taken long for the others to follow suit: Paul's wild energy pulling you into endless nights of laughter, Marko's playful teasing making you feel seen, Dwayne's quiet strength grounding you when the world spun too fast.
They were a package deal, these four vampires, and you'd fallen hard into their web. Possessive? Absolutely. But it was a possession born of fierce love, not control. They let you roam free, knowing you'd always come back to them. Still, jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, especially when outsiders got too close.
Tonight, you were wandering a bit ahead of the pack, drawn to a colorful stall selling handmade jewelry—silver chains glinting under string lights, beaded bracelets in every hue. The vendor was a young guy, maybe in his early twenties, with sun-bleached hair and an easygoing smile that screamed "surfer dude." He caught your eye as you picked up a delicate necklace with a moon-shaped pendant.
"That's one of my favorites," he said, leaning over the counter with a grin. "Hand-carved from abalone shell. Suits someone with your vibe—mysterious, you know?"
You chuckled, holding it up to the light. "Mysterious? That's a new one. Usually, people just call me 'that girl with the scary guys.' How much?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "For you? Fifteen bucks. But tell me, what's a girl like you doing out here alone? Boardwalk can get rough after dark."
"Oh, I'm not alone," you replied lightly, fishing for cash in your pocket. It was innocent enough, small talk to pass the time while you browsed. But as you glanced up, you felt it: that prickling awareness on the back of your neck. They were watching.
The boys had been lingering nearby, sprawled out on a bench like kings surveying their kingdom. Paul was mid-joke, probably something crude about the latest horror flick playing at the drive-in, when his laughter cut off abruptly. His blue eyes narrowed, zeroing in on you and the vendor. Marko, ever the firecracker, straightened up, his wild curls seeming to bristle like a cat's fur. Dwayne's broad shoulders tensed, his dark gaze turning stormy as he crossed his arms over his chest. And David—oh, David. His usual cool demeanor cracked just a fraction, that platinum hair catching the light as his smile sharpened into something predatory, like a blade unsheathed.
They didn't rush over. No, that wasn't their style. Not yet. Instead, they began to drift, casual as shadows lengthening at dusk. Paul sauntered first, hands in his pockets, but his usual grin was gone, replaced by a pout that bordered on sulky. Marko followed, tossing his hair back with exaggerated nonchalance, though you could see the way his fingers twitched, itching for action. Dwayne moved like a panther, silent and deliberate, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. David brought up the rear, gloves creaking softly as he flexed his hands.
You were still chatting with the vendor, now about the best spots for night surfing, of all things, when you sensed them closing in. The stall suddenly felt smaller, the space around you shrinking as the four of them formed a loose circle, their bodies a living barrier between you and the rest of the world.
The vendor's words trailed off mid-sentence. His easy smile faltered as he looked up, realizing he was now surrounded by four very intense men. They weren't glaring outright—nothing so obvious—but the energy they radiated was unmistakable. Possessive. Territorial. Like wolves staking claim on their territory.
David stepped in closest, his hand sliding onto your hip with casual possession, fingers curling just enough to pull you a fraction toward him. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver through you, a reminder of the nights you'd spent tangled in their arms, their fangs grazing your skin in ways that blurred pain and pleasure.
"She's busy," David said simply, his voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. His eyes never left the vendor's, that sharp smile widening just enough to show a hint of fang—subtle, but there if you knew where to look.
The poor guy stammered, his face paling under the neon glow. "Uh, yeah, sure, man. No problem. Enjoy the necklace." He backed away hastily, nearly knocking over a display of earrings in his rush to busy himself with another customer who didn't exist.
You turned to face the four of them, arms crossed over your chest, trying to suppress a smile. "Really? He was just being nice."
Paul threw his hands up dramatically, his pout deepening into something almost comical. "Nice? Babe, he was totally flirting! Did you see the way he leaned in? 'Mysterious vibe', please. That's code for 'I wanna get in your pants.'"
Marko snorted, leaning against the stall's edge with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? Not our fault, we have to chase off the strays. What if he tried something?"
Dwayne didn't say much; he rarely did in these moments, but he stepped closer, his hand brushing your arm in a gentle contrast to the tension in his jaw. "We... didn't like it," he murmured, his voice low and rumbling, like thunder on the horizon. His dark eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of vulnerability there, hidden beneath the possessiveness. They were immortal, powerful, but when it came to you, they were achingly human-like in their fears.
David's grip on your hip tightened just a touch before relaxing, his other hand coming up to tilt your chin toward him. "If he'd touched you, I'd—" He paused as you shot him a warning look, those piercing blue eyes of his sparkling with mischief. "—I would have politely asked him to reconsider his life choices."
You couldn't help it; laughter bubbled out of you, breaking the tension like a wave crashing on the shore. The sound seemed to melt them instantly. Paul's pout vanished, replaced by his infectious grin as he slung an arm around your shoulders. Marko chuckled, ruffling your hair affectionately. Dwayne's shoulders relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips. Even David softened, his sharp edges dulling as he pressed a cool kiss to your forehead.
"You're impossible, all of you," you said, shaking your head. But there was no real annoyance in your voice, only fondness. Being with them meant navigating this dance of jealousy and love, and truthfully, it thrilled you. They weren't trying to cage you; they just loved you loudly, fiercely, in a way that made the world feel a little less lonely.
The boardwalk buzzed around you, oblivious to the little drama that had unfolded. Paul tugged you toward the Ferris wheel, his energy bouncing back like a rubber band. "C'mon, let's ride this thing before Marko starts whining about being hungry."
"I'm always hungry," Marko shot back, falling into step beside you. "But for once, it's not blood I'm craving—funnel cake?"
Dwayne walked on your other side, his hand finding yours in a quiet claim. David lingered behind, watching over the group like the leader he was, but you felt his gaze on you, warm despite his calm demeanor.
As the night wore on, you found yourself sandwiched between them on the Ferris wheel, the city lights sprawling out below like a sea of stars. Paul's head rested on your shoulder, Marko chattering about some prank he wanted to pull on the local surfers. Dwayne's arm was around your waist, steady and sure. David sat across, his knee brushing yours, that possessive spark still in his eyes but tempered now with contentment.
"You know we don't mean to smother you," David said quietly, when the others were distracted by the view. "It's just... you're ours. And we're yours. Seeing someone else look at you like that, it stirs things up."
You reached out, lacing your fingers with his. "I get it. And honestly? It's kind of hot when you all get like that. As long as you don't actually hurt anyone."
He smirked, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss that lingered a beat too long. "Deal. Polite reconsiderations only."
The wheel creaked to a stop at the top, the wind whipping through your hair. Down below, the vendor's stall was a tiny speck, forgotten already. Up here, with them, you felt untouchable—loved in a way that was wild, eternal, and just a little dangerous.
Later, as the boys led you toward the cave, promises of a quieter night whispering in your ear, you reflected on how far you'd come from a lone wanderer on the boardwalk to the center of their world. Jealousy might look good on them, but belonging? That felt even better.
The cave welcomed you like an old friend, the dim torchlight flickering over the makeshift beds and scattered treasures they'd collected over the years. Paul immediately cranked up the boombox, blasting some hair metal anthem that had Marko headbanging in seconds. Dwayne busied himself with lighting more candles, casting a golden glow that softened the space's rough edges.
You collapsed onto the pile of blankets that served as your shared nest, the necklace still clutched in your hand. "You guys didn't have to scare him off so fast. I was about to haggle the price down."
David chuckled, shedding his coat and joining you, his body cool against yours as he pulled you into his lap. "Next time, we'll let you handle it. Maybe."
Paul flopped down beside you, nuzzling into your neck with exaggerated affection. "Or we could just intimidate him into giving you everything for free. Problem solved!"
Marko joined the pile, sprawling out with his head on your thigh. "Tempting. But where's the fun in that? I like watching her work her magic."
Dwayne settled in last, his presence a calming anchor as he draped an arm over Paul. The five of you tangled together like puzzle pieces, the earlier jealousy forgotten in the warmth of your bond.
As the music faded into the background, replaced by the distant crash of waves, you let yourself drift. They were possessive, yes—jealous guardians in leather and fangs. But they were also yours, heart and soul.
⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader ۶𖹭ৎ
⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ You're wrapping up a bad shift when your eerie fang-teethed, leather clad protectors wander in, and you receive some much needed comfort.
⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ @i-heart-slashers this was very much inspired by 'For our girl'! So giving credits for my inspo there :] if you haven't please check their blog and fics out, they've definitely thrown me back into my slasher fixation!
✧ ⁺ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ implied verbal/sexual harassment towards reader from rude customers, possessiveness, implied murder at the end, tension.
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Today has been horrible.
You've been holding back tears all throughout your late lunch shift. Forcing watery eyed smiles. Ducking back into the kitchen to wipe your waterline with the hem of your apron before braving the onslaught of pushy, demanding customers.
The day had started out average enough. Weaving in and out taking orders and making milkshakes, balancing trays of fries and burgers, and stacking the orders on your little clipboard.
But then someone screeches complaints about there being tomatoes in their burger- right after insisting that they must have plenty of tomatoes in their burger. You could only listen with a slack jaw and wide eyes as they throw insults at you, unsure on what to say before uttering a shaky apology. Knowing that your boss's eyes were sternly plastered on you, shaking their head in disapproval.
And then some old creep grabs your ass as you walk by a table, just trying to serve a few ice-cream sundaes. What's worse is that his wife bitterly glares at you and throws insults at your 'skimpy' uniform. That you brought it on yourself and that you've ruined their date night. You had to hold your tongue and refrain from dumping the melting sundaes over both of their heads.
Today has just not been your day.
Thankfully the diner was empty now- the last few stragglers now homebound. Their leftover bags full, and their wallets a little emptier.
The sun had settled on the ocean horizon, leaving only streetlights and shop signs to illuminate the night. Gulls cawed and ocean waves crashed in the hazy distance, music jingling from the lit up 50s stereo in the corner.
Whilst wiping down the last counter top, the bell from the entrance door chimes, and you sigh tiredly. Please just order a milkshake. The cooks are gone now. I really don't want to have anymore social interaction anymore than necessary please. I just want to lock up and hide in my bed.
David- all trouble wrapped up in black leather and bleached white hair strides in first. Slow and confident, a cigarette tucked behind his ear.
He looks at you and smiles. That soft, possessive, fond smile.
"Still open?".
They all file in one after another, Dwayne coming in last with a hand clasped upon Paul's shoulder. The two speak quietly to one another before falling silent, their glinting eyes settling on you.
The wild-haired blonde waggles his fingers in a wave with a bright smile, whilst the dark brunette looks you over. His brows furrow slightly at the glassiness in your eyes. He can feel something is wrong, you look like you've been crying. His jaw locks firmly, dark eyes set on you.
Paul idly drums the mustard and ketchup bottles on the counter top, whilst Marko wanders over to the stereo player. Closely inspecting the song choices. His hands tucked loosely in his colourful pockets.
David circles around you, finally turning away after staring so intensely to inspect the lights glimmering outside. Passing cars and fairground rides in the distance shrieking in the night sky.
They're idling around, waiting for you to finish up. You've wiped the last table down now, tossing the damp rag in the cleaners bucket.
Except for Dwayne.
Instead, he walks up to you. Standing so closely you can smell the leather of his jacket over the scent of cleaning chemicals.
"What's wrong?". Dwayne mutters softly, ducking down a little to look at you. A veil of dark hair falling down his shoulder. The softness in his eyes and the sincerity of his voice breaks you.
Your lip wobbles before you can speak, and a half whimper escapes you.
The boys heads perk up at the sound. Expressions ranging from startled to stern.
"Shit, sweetheart". Paul coos, abandoning the condiment bottles to eagerly cup your face to make you face him. His thumb brushes over the corner of your wobbly pouting lips. Catching the stray tear running down your cheek.
"Did something happen?".
You sniffle, desperate to get a hold of yourself.
"s'nothing. Just a shitty day. Shitty customers".
"Talk to us about it". Marko chimes in, his hand reaching to supportively touch your back. His touch is steadying and warm.
"It's stupid". You force out a little laugh, not entirely genuine. "Some lady complained about tomatoes after asking for extra tomatoes".
Marko makes a face, and you laugh again. Sincere this time.
"It was bad though because my boss saw and didn't know the context. He just saw me getting yelled at by a 'dissatisfied customer'. I can't lose this job, I just can't. He probably thinks I'm a bad worker".
Your voice warbles weakly, failing to sound steady and blaze.
"That's definitely not true babe. You're the best. No-one else could whip up the finest malts in Santa carla other than you, I can attest to that".
You smile a little, a soft shaky giggle leaving you.
But a fresh wave of embarrassment and upset washes over you at the other memory, and you rub tiredly at your sore eyes.
"And then some asshole grabbed me and his wife blamed me".
They all pause and tense. The energy in the room is now icy cold and tense.
"He touched you?". Dwayne mutters in a low growl. They all bristle, expressions darkening.
You wipe the stray tears off your face, and they collectively melt.
"Don't worry. It's gonna be ok, yeah? You've got us looking out for you". Marko murmurs comfortingly against your ear as he takes you into a firm embrace. Arms locking loosely around you, his finger gloved hands locked, swaying you slightly in the hug. His nose in your neck, breathing calmly.
Whimpering a soft 'thank you', you hide your face in his shoulder. Sparkly fish bait tassels tickle your cheek as your fingers tangle in his curls of gold locks.
David's fingertips brush along your jaw, his touch possessive and confident and gentle. You let him guide your face to look at him, fixed by his stare.
"You're gonna have a good day tomorrow. We promise". David whispers firmly. His voice is breathy and sincere, if not a little eerie. The way he says it makes you feel like you can believe him, for the better or the worst.
It's comforting nonetheless, and you duck your face against his shoulder for a quick hug. His arm fastens around you, squeezing firmly and rubbing your back before letting you go. His eyes still on you, looking over your disheveled state, his jaw tensing. He doesn't like seeing you upset. Not like this. Not his girl.
"I'll take you home". Dwayne whispers against your ear, pressing a comforting kiss behind it. You shudder, breath hitching in your throat, a pleasant warmth tingling over your skin. It feels like a promise. A claim.
With his leather and leopard print clad arm around you, you miss the look he shares with David, who only nods in approval.
The bell chimes for the last time tonight as you lock it behind you, the building now falls in silence and darkness. Dwayne's arm is still loosely nestled around your waist whilst the other boys hop down to their bikes, parting ways with you. Paul nestles his nose against your temple, inhaling the scent of your hair with a breathy groan before bidding you a goodnight. Marko smiles reassuringly at you, his cherub face and gold curls hiding the tension inside him. The tension to eat. Kill.
David and him share a look, before he utters a soft murmur of your name and a 'goodnight'.
Dwayne takes you, as promised. Saddled behind him on his bike. They watch you both depart into the night before turning to the sound of the boardwalk, a cruel glint shining in their eyes.
David's lips curl into a predatory smile. Eyes glinting in the streetlights and neon signs.
"You got their scents Marko?".
The blonde sniffs, finding a trace of a man's scent leading off towards the beach. Embracing you was good for more than just comfort, he could smell them on you.
"Sure do David". Marko smirks, playful and dark. They all chuckle, satisfied.
♡authors note♡ sorry I'm normal ❌ LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ❌ this is a bit of a weird format because I found it easier to do it in bullet points. Started with the idea for marko and just bullshitted the other boys (if you couldn't tell). Found out a while ago bats can purr so fuck it so can vampires. (this concept was done for David in an earlier fic so I essentially just bulletpointed it and changed bits and pieces here). Reader isn't gendered but I imagined them fem while writing.
warnings: blood drinking, but kinda romantic (??), reader's into it don't worry.
if this is out of character, please do not tell me, I enjoy making shit up 😌
Paul ☆
Teases you about how he could just "eat you up" and when you respond with "sure, go ahead." it makes his night.
Just like Marko he moves through life quickly and dangerously, and while the danger part stops when it comes to you, the fast part does not.
As soon as you agree to let him bite you he's on top of you.
Multiple bites.
This man is excitable, he just can't get enough of you.
Starting at your neck he moves down to your collarbone and even goes as far as your shoulder, really enjoying making his mark.
Cant help himself, licks up any excess.
"You're the sweetest thing I've ever had babe." Laughing to himself he playfully pushes his face into the crook of your neck.
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Marko ☾
When he's with the boys he's reckless and wild, but when it's just you he's soft and gentle, keeping his voice low as if he were talking to a frightened animal.
He likes to live life fast but with you he slows down.
Bites your wrist instead of your neck.
He brings your hand up to cup his face, his fingers caressing the top of your hand while he kisses the outside of your palm.
Moving down slowly and gently before stopping at your wrist, he bites, keeping eye contact to begin with you watch his eyes change before he closes them.
When he stops he gently kisses the bite marks before digging into his pocket to bring out a small roll of bandages.
Bandages you up with care.
"Wouldn't want you going to waste now, would we angel?" said with a small laugh and a wink.
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Dwayne ♢
Stoic and mysterious in public, when he's alone with you he allows himself to be passionate and expressive.
Bites close to your collarbone.
You feel his hair tickle your skin as he nuzzles you, his face is cold but you don't mind.
He finds it hard to stop but manages to keep his composure, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. In this moment of vulnerability his only thought is making sure he doesn't hurt you too much.
His thumb wipes away any blood on his mouth and he brings his head up to kiss your forehead, keeping his face there for a few moments more. Then moving down slightly he softly touches his forehead to yours and offers you a rare smile.
"You don't know what you do to me, sweetheart..."
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David ⛭
His movements are slow to start, looking for your reaction. Leaving kisses on your jaw as he makes his way down to your neck.
Then he strikes before you can even register what's happening. You can't help but let out a small yelp in surprise.
Goes for the throat, the classic. More comfortable for him too.
A little bit sadistic but doesn't go too far, just a bit of fear is all he wants, then he'll ease up. He thinks it makes you taste better. He just loves hearing your heartbeat speed up.
Purrs like a cat, takes his time to savour you.
His voice is barely above a whisper, still pressed against your neck; he kisses your skin, it stings.
"Stay with me, doll."
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BONUS - Star ⯎
Chest. (think: 'Carmilla')
That's all I'm gonna say.
"You're amazing..." she coos, giving you a sweet smile "My pretty little dove..."
oooh might write something for star at some point, if I could get a decent grasp of her character that is. This was written in a day and I know you can tell, I'm not a writer so for me its either first draft or nothing at all 💀 anywho...
The thought of the lost boys only killing the people who disrespect them (not including the surfer nazi’s) makes the movie seem so much more enjoyable imo.
Like for instance, the carousel scene where the guy grabbed Dwayne? Or The police officer?
Like imagine them killing somebody for you and being like, “hey babe. Guess what I did.” 😭
A summary of each song and the scene they're a part of. For those of you who have not seen the show, but want to enjoy the album coming!
"No More Monsters" - Lucy, Michael, Sam, Ensemble.
Sung as the Emersons are in the process of packing up and moving from Phoenix to Santa Carla. The monsters in question are real, as they represent multiple difficulties they have faced. The abuse that Lucy's Ex-husband/Michael and Sam's father caused for so long. The bullying that Sam faced and how he can start high school in a completely fresh way. The pressure Michael feels to be the new family patriarch despite still being a kid. Little do they know that there's a fresh batch of monsters waiting for them.
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"Lose Yourself" - Michael, Ensemble.
After getting annoyed with the whole situation of the family move and still bitter about the falling out with his father, Michael takes to the streets of Santa Carla to clear his head and be on his own. He gets to see just how unique this city is, with all the freaks, weirdos, punks, skaters, and rockers out for a night on the town. They offer to show Michael just how wild the place can get, and he worries that he won't just get lost in the crowd but lose his sense of identity if he gets in too deep. The song blends into the next one.
"Have to Have You" - David, Marko, Dwayne, Paul, Star, Michael, Ensemble.
The Lost Boys are a rock band performing for the crowds of Santa Carla. It's a wild show, with jumping, dancing, and even crowd surfing/ledge jumping. The lyrics have a double meaning; while at first listen it sounds like the song is about sexual energy/addiction, it's actually about the bloodlust they feel as vampires and how they must feed. Star is brought onto the stage to sing with them. Michael watches from afar, feeling love at first sight as he watches her on stage with David. She sees him too, and has a fondness for his innocence. She tosses her scarf into the crowd for Michael specifically to catch before she and the boys take off after the set.
"Murder Capital of the World" - Alan, Edgar, Ensemble.
Sam meets the Frog Brothers, who are eager to tell him the true nature of this beachside town. They're dramatic and energetic, adding flashlights to their performance as if they're telling a ghost story in the dark. All the talk of monsters and danger scares Sam, and he runs off screaming. They came on too strong.
"Hurt a Little" - Star, Michael.
The two lovers meet again on the boardwalk, with Michael bashfully offering her back the scarf she gave him. She offers to pierce his ear and while they're bonding on the boardwalk, David steps in to remind her of her need to feed. She's hesitant to go through with it, and expresses another double meaning in her song. She warns Michael about how this would be permanent, dangerous and overwhelming, but rather than realizing it's about her completing her vampire transformation, he thinks she's just talking about the permanent nature of getting a piercing. He eagerly gets her the supplies she needs to do it, all while charming her and making it more difficult to go through with the feeding. In the end, she gets overwhelmed with hunger from the sight of blood on his ear from doing the piercing, so she runs away in order to not hurt him.
"Time to Kill" - David, Marko, Dwayne, Paul, Ensemble.
The boys introduce themselves to Michael after Star leaves. They make him comfortable, giving him an earring for a gift, offering a smoke, and teaching him how to play guitar. But it's all just a big ruse. They're just hypnotizing him into a relaxing trance so he won't see their attack coming (think "Trust In Me" from The Jungle Book). Even the smell of the small drop of blood on Michael's ear is enough to make them feral. Before they can strike, Max yells at them to leave Michael alone. When Michael comes back to reality, he realizes that his mom and brother have arrived too, saying that it's time to go home. The boys leave, knowing their meal has been denied. David whistles the song as they strut away.
"The Good Part" - Lucy, Ensemble.
The next morning. After a disastrous attempt at family breakfast that ends in the Emerson brothers fighting, Lucy pushes through the frustration so she can start her first shift at Video Max. She sings about wanting a better life for her family and a happy ending after all the hardship she went through with her ex. The song has a lot of movie references, but is quite subtle. She's got a positive attitude that helps her get through the day. This song replaced "Be Kind, Rewind", which was poorly received due to the out of place, silly tone immediately after a far more serious moment. This flows much more smoothly and works better as Lucy's "I want" song.
"Now, Forever" - Star, Michael.
The two lovebirds sit together in front of the Santa Carla billboard, watching the night sky together. They're both bashful and a little nervous, but are very sweet with one another. They sing about the vastness of the universe and how everything is so overwhelming and how unsure they are of it all. But they take a step back and see how important it is to be in the moment, here and now. Life can wait and things can slow down so they can enjoy each other's company. They hold hands and express their feelings in a very heartfelt manner before Star embraces Michael for a hug. He holds her very tenderly in return.
A brief song. It's for the scene where David challenges Michael to a race. Star gets on the back of David's bike and Michael takes his own bike out of his parking spot. David tries to intimidate him, egging him on to keep going and keep up with them. Ends with Michael crashing, just like in the movie.
"My Heart With You" - David, Star, Marko, Dwayne, Paul, Ensemble.
A more solemn song from the Lost Boys. While they're showing off their home to Michael and trying to get Star to accept the idea of him joining their family, a secret is revealed. David finds a huge, dark bruise on Michael's stomach from when his father attacked him prior to their move. He becomes more serious, offering a sense of understanding for the pain that Michael has gone through (saying "we both have fathers that don't deserve us"). He pours some wine into a goblet, and then slices his wrist over it, bleeding into the drink. The boys and Star all go into a trance, dreamily singing along with David and reaching out to Michael together. Not wanting Michael to feel alone or scared anymore, David offers the chance for Michael to have a family who will love him. Michael accepts. As he holds the goblet up to his lips, the boys and Star all reach out, placing a hand on him. With each gulp, they all physically react, as if some kind of energy is running through them all at the same time, connecting them together. The boys all have a look of euphoria, but Star appears to be in terrible pain. Once the drink is finished, the boys cheer wildly, each bringing Michael in for a big hug to welcome him into the family.
"Belong to Someone" - Michael, David, Marko, Dwayne, Paul, Ensemble.
This song plays after Michael lets go of the train tracks during the bridge scene. As he floats safely in the air, he reminisces about how he once had his father to keep him safe, but any love or connection is gone. He wants to have a relationship like that again, where he is safe and loved and doesn't have to be afraid of what will happen next. The boys all float in the air with him, light and graceful. He feels at peace flying with them, singing out to David in particular, a trust budding between them. He's happy. Truly, honestly happy. Unlike the movie where he falls helplessly until the morning fades, David actually gets him home safely, making sure he's tucked into bed before flying off for the night. The song ends with the boys singing the line "Thou Shalt Not Fall", referencing "Cry Little Sister" and how they won't let Michael fall.
The final number of the act. It's a powerful song, building up the tension as Michael's vampiric transformation begins. While Sam reads his comic book about signs of vampirism, Michael experiences them in real time downstairs. He feels sick when trying to eat Chinese food, he burns his hand on running water, has a powerful scene of smells, and a deep hunger that burns in his stomach. The Lost Boys and Star are in the shadows outside of the house, watching carefully as he becomes one of them.
But the worst part of his transformation is a terrible hallucination he has of his father and the last memory of what he went through before the move. His father berates him and demands respect from his son all while insulting him. When Michael tries to stand up for himself, his father attacks him and kicks him in the stomach while he's down on the floor. The vampires continue to sing as they witness this. Though dark and mysterious and definitely a villain song, it has surprisingly sweet lyrics when you listen closely. David promises he'll understand what's happening soon and that he has nothing to be scared of. Star is sympathetic, realizing the sheer torment Michael has gone through at the hands of his father.
When Michael goes to attack his abuser, the illusion vanishes, and it's just Sam trying to check on his brother. Scared and confused, Michael runs off so he doesn't hurt Sam. As the song grows in power, he wonders if he's turning into a monster like his father. His fear makes him lose control of his powers, and now his graceful flying is panicked flailing, until he crashes straight through the bedroom window.
Though he is scared, he is not alone. The Lost Boys are watching. They will be there for him when he's ready.
bucky slowly realizing he can’t live without y/n? it creeps up on him so subtly he doesn’t even realize it, but suddenly his day doesn’t start until u walk into the room? or he can only concentrate once he knows ur safe? he doesn’t know when exactly u became his entire world and he’s a bit terrified of it bcuz of how easily he could lose u
There’s no lightning bolt, no cinematic swell of music, no single moment where Bucky Barnes wakes up and thinks, I can’t live without her.
It creeps in quietly. Patiently. Like dawn bleeding into the sky before you even realize the sun is up.
At first, it’s small things.
He notices that his coffee tastes better when you’re in the kitchen with him. Not because you add anything to it—he still drinks it black—but because you’re there, humming softly while you dig through the fridge, stealing sips from his mug when you think he’s not looking. He pretends not to see. Pretends not to wait for it.
But on mornings you sleep in? He finds himself standing at the counter longer than necessary, mug cooling in his metal hand, listening for your footsteps in the hall.
His day doesn’t feel like it’s started until you appear.
He tells himself it’s coincidence.
It isn’t.
He realizes it again during missions.
There was a time when Bucky could compartmentalize anything. He could put emotions in a locked box, shove it to the back of his mind, and focus solely on the objective. Clean. Efficient. Detached.
Now?
Now he checks his phone before every briefing.
Just to make sure you texted back.
Just to make sure you’re safe.
He doesn’t relax until he sees your name on the screen—some mundane message about groceries or a picture of the stray cat you’re trying to befriend. His shoulders loosen. His breathing evens out.
Only then can he concentrate.
Sam notices it before he does.
“You’re distracted,” Sam mutters one afternoon while they’re reviewing intel.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Bucky bristles automatically, jaw tightening. But when Sam raises a brow and glances pointedly at the phone in Bucky’s hand, Bucky feels something twist low in his gut.
He sets it down. Pushes it away.
He doesn’t pick it up again.
Not for fifteen whole minutes.
And then he checks it anyway.
It’s subtle at first, the way you become the axis his world turns on.
He starts timing his workouts so he’s home when you are. Starts grocery shopping for things you like without thinking about it. Starts leaving a light on if you’re coming back late because he doesn’t like the idea of you walking into a dark apartment.
He tells himself it’s just… consideration.
He doesn’t realize it’s devotion.
The first time it truly hits him is on a random Friday.
You’re late.
You said you’d be home by six.
It’s 6:17.
And Bucky is pacing.
He hates that he’s pacing.
His chest feels tight in a way he hasn’t felt in years—like something is pressing down on his ribs from the inside. He checks his phone. No new messages. He considers calling you, then stops himself. He doesn’t want to be overbearing.
You’re fine.
You’re fine.
You’re—
The lock clicks.
You walk in, shaking rain from your jacket, muttering about traffic and a flat tire and how your phone died halfway through the tow.
You barely get two steps inside before he’s in front of you.
“You okay?” His voice is rough, sharper than he means it to be. His hands hover at your shoulders like he’s afraid to grab you too tightly.
You blink at him. “Yeah? Buck, I’m fine.”
But he doesn’t breathe properly until he pulls you into his chest and feels the steady rhythm of your heart beneath his palm.
And that’s when it settles in.
The realization.
It’s quiet and terrifying and absolute.
His world doesn’t function right without you in it.
He doesn’t know when it happened.
He doesn’t know the exact moment you became the first thing he looks for in every room, the person his mind reaches for when things go wrong, the calm in the storm of his thoughts.
He just knows that somewhere along the way, you stopped being a part of his life and became the center of it.
And that scares the hell out of him.
Because Bucky Barnes knows loss.
He knows how easily things can be ripped away.
He knows what it’s like to wake up in a world where everything you love is gone.
The thought of that happening with you?
It makes him feel hollow.
He starts watching you differently after that; much more aware.
Of how you laugh when you’re half-asleep. Of how you chew your bottom lip when you’re thinking. Of the way your hand always finds his without looking.
He memorizes you.
Like if he learns every detail, he’ll somehow be able to keep you.
One night, you catch him staring.
“What?” you ask, smiling softly from where you’re curled against him on the couch.
He hesitates.
He doesn’t do vulnerable easily.
But this feels too big to swallow.
“I don’t remember when it happened,” he says quietly.
“When what happened?”
“When you became… everything.”
You go still.
His thumb brushes over your knuckles, metal cool against your warm skin.
“My day doesn’t start until I see you,” he admits. “I can’t focus unless I know you’re safe. If you’re late, I feel like I can’t breathe.” His jaw tightens. “And that’s— that’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” you whisper.
“For me.” He swallows. “Because I know how easy it is to lose things. I know how fragile good things are. And you…” His voice falters just slightly. “You’re the best thing I’ve got.”
You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“Bucky,” you murmur, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“No,” you agree softly. “But I can promise I’m here right now. And I choose you. Every day.”
The tightness in his chest eases, just a fraction.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close like he’s grounding himself in something solid.
He may not know when you became his entire world.
He may never pinpoint the exact moment.
But he knows if loving you means being terrified of losing you, he’ll take that fear.
