Do You Like Scary Movies?

18+ She/her

[fanged-fatale]

{TLB 1987}

Fics:

Paul - Red Rover Marko - Curiosity Killed The Cat

Extras:

Mr. Vampire Vamps in July Drink This Staring

Dwayne - The Crow 1994 Marko - T.C.M. 1974

[your-compadre-infinity]

Love how to get these:

We had all of these:

[poubelle-d-elle]

The absolute moral quandary and conundrum that is the scale of

‘Hot Dom Dwayne’ to ‘As Described in The Book As Awkward Dwayne’

Both ends of this spectrum lowkey have me in a chokehold.

[misslavenderlady]

It's actually very fitting because Billy Wirth is an incredibly attractive man who clearly knows how to show an intense stare that comes off as intimidating, but he was actually very shy being in the movie. He liked the fact that he didn't have many lines and the whole "finger guns" thing he does in this gif was a panicked response he did because he had no clue what Joel wanted him to do. The only reason he was able to get somewhat comfortable on screen was because of Brooke and Chance being by his side.

So we can have a Dwayne that's handsome and sexy AND socially awkward

[misslavenderlady]

I hope Billy Wirth is happy. He posted a Lucky Strike commercial he made in 1999 and I can't stop watching it because he decided to show off his ring blowing skills while smoking.

I'm not even a smoker but hot DAMN I'd buy a pack for that man and his mouth 🤤💕

((credit to Billy Wirth's Instagram))

[dia-laurie]

Good morning, evening, night or whatever it is over there internet dudes, I'm gonna decorate a bunch of notebooks and I wanted to ask you to share your favorite photos of The Lost Boys so I can use them✨️✨️✨️

[thelostgirl1987]

The Lost Boys x injured reader

Summary: You get injured in a fight and the boys take care of you (although David isn’t exactly best pleased)

Pairing: female reader x The Lost Boys

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood

‘Careful, I’m bleeding!’ you warned them, keeping your distance as you walked away from the commotion on the beach.

‘Yeah, no shit,’ said Paul with one of his usual laughs.

Dwayne wrapped an arm around your waist from behind you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. ‘It’s okay, baby. We’ve just fed.’

You still felt him inhale your scent.

David, who had just lit himself a cigarette, walked up to you and caressed your cheek. There was no trace of gentleness in that touch. It was controlled but rough and possessive at the same time. You winced when he let the smoke out onto your face, followed by a long sigh.

‘How do you always manage to get into trouble, dove? What started it, this time?’ 

But before you even had a chance to reply and explain yourself, his tone became harsher.

‘Actually, I don’t care. How many times have I told you to be careful and avoid those people?!’

You showed him your best innocent face and shrugged in Dwayne’s hold.

David shook his head. He took his time smoking and then flicked the cigarette away. ‘Let’s just take you back to the cave and patch you up, for now,’ and extending a hand towards you but talking to Dwayne: ‘Pass her here.’

The dark-haired one complied reluctantly, and once you were far enough for other people to see them fly, David picked you up bridal-style. 

You all flew back in silence, his jaw still locked.

When you got there, he deposited you onto the large four-poster bed and sat in his wheelchair as if it were a throne. 

‘Go get some disinfectant and bandages,’ he ordered. 

You knew they only kept them in the cave for you. It wasn’t the first time they had to use them either.

Marko and Paul were quick to follow their leader’s orders, while Dwayne sat up against the headboard and pulled you back into his arms. When you let your head fall back against his shoulder, he almost purred, the sound vibrating through your chest. 

When the other two came back with everything, Paul caressed your injured leg, his eyes on that trickle of blood.

‘It’s true we’ve just fed,’ he began, lifting your leg, his tone a mixture of cheeky and apologetic, ‘but this would be such a waste.’

And he licked it, all the way up to your knee. 

Marko took your arm, also cut by someone’s switchblade knife. ‘Yeah. You taste way too good,’ he commented, right before you felt his tongue on your skin, too.

They didn’t bite you but you could feel them sucking even after they drank the initial blood.

‘That’s enough,’ David commented in a tone that didn’t leave room for objections. ‘Don’t make her feel even weaker than she already is.’

‘’m not weak!’

David tilted his head to the side and showed you a flat smile. ‘Well, you certainly didn’t look strong during that fight, did you? Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had to come and rescue you after hearing you scream. In fact, what would you have done, if we hadn’t been around?’

You grunted, locking your jaw, even though it pretty much turned into a childish pout.

‘Aww, poor thing,’ Paul commented, tracing your lower lip with a finger. ‘’s okay. We’ll take care of you. You ready?’

You bit your lip, nervous, but nodded anyway. 

Dwayne started caressing your hair with one hand while his other thumb traced soothing patterns on the skin underneath your t-shirt.

As Paul poured some disinfectant onto a cotton ball, Marko held your legs down and Dwayne’s grip around your waist got tighter. 

Paul started to clean your wound. It fucking stung.

You winced.

‘I know, baby. I know,’ Dwayne whispered in your ear in a patronising tone. 

Paul proceeded to bandage your leg while Marko did the same with your arm.

‘Like new,’ he commented, stroking the gauze.

‘She did so well, didn’t she?’ Dwayne commented, kissing your temple.

‘Stop praising her,’ David hissed, standing up. ‘Not after she put herself in danger. Again!’

You pouted at him, this time more dramatically.

‘You know that doesn’t work with me,’ he went on, walking to the bed and sitting next to you and Dwayne. 

You sighed. ‘Are you angry at me?’

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept looking straight into your eyes, his blue hues as cold as ice.

‘I’m gonna turn you sooner than we agreed on, Y/N. You’re too fragile as a human.’

‘David, I’m not read—’

‘I wasn’t asking for your opinion.’

Nobody dared to speak. 

The silence amplified your thumping heartbeat.

‘We’ll talk about it tomorrow,’ the leader said, leaning back against the headboard but keeping his distance. ‘Just sleep, now.’

You sighed again and curled up against Dwayne’s chest, and he promptly wrapped you into his arms. 

Paul and Marko lay down next to your legs, their hands on your thighs and ankles. 

After sitting with your thoughts for a few minutes, you threw a glance behind your shoulder. David already looked asleep.

You turned back towards Dwayne, whose lids were also lowered.

‘They insulted us,’ you whispered, so low you weren’t even sure you had actually said it out loud.

But Dwayne heard you. ‘What was that, baby?’

You lowered your gaze and played with his necklace to distract yourself from your prickly eyes. ‘The people at the bonfire… They said that what we have is messed up. And that I… I’m a slut for being with the four of you.’

‘Fuckers,’ he locked his jaw and shook his head. ‘Don’t listen to them, baby. We love you.’

‘I love you, too,’ you said, welcoming his kiss.

David’s arm sneaked around your waist from behind, taking you by surprise.

He pressed a kiss against your temple and finally softened his voice, even though it was a big contrast against his words. ‘I’ll kill them tomorrow night. Nobody speaks to our human like that.’

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If you enjoyed it (or have any feedback), let me know. Comments really make a difference for me whenever I can bring myself to share what I wrote 💗

[saltyearthquakedeer]

Good Girl.

A story in which Dwayne’s drawn to you, the beautifully cliché good girl. It’s kiiiiind of trashy and maybe reminiscent of an early 2000s Mary Sue fanfic, but I hope I’ve given our main character enough depth! This has been in my drafts since September 25, 2025. I guess it’s time to just go for it and publish.

He doesn’t miss the way you shift, he doesn't miss the slight longing in your eyes. You mask it well, though. You have the same wide, happy-go-lucky smile as usual. Nobody else notices but him. When your friends swallow the little pills with the alien head stamped off center it’s with familiar ease and you're - as always - the silent spectator.

You’ve said no so many times that you’re not offered anymore. Funny, even as the newcomer to your group he can see it.

When you all get to the club, they’re off. Raving, sweating, dancing, bodies pulsing. They’re a mess. A happy mess. Then he sees your smile as you look away from them and he sees contentment. You’re happy with your choice and his curiosity is piqued. You want it, you’ve rejected it and you’re sold on your decision. It's interesting. You hold your drink, join in with the randoms who've attached themselves to your group and he's struck by how comfortable and at ease you look. But then a lot of things about you seem to strike him.

When Marko had introduced him and the others to your group, Dwayne hadn’t been interested. It was too easy, too boring. A group of college kids on summer break, how unique, how thrilling. But at the prospect of a long hunt - one filled with deception and infiltration - he’d been sold. It was fun, sometimes, the psychological element of it all.

Befriend, betray, feed.

He’s glad he came around to it because he’s sold on you, too. In a different way, though. You don’t seem to fit? Not with your group, not with his, yet you move between both with ease. You’re welcomed. You’re wanted but still on the outside and it’s by choice.

He’s interested in you.

He’s connected to you.

He wants you.

He nudges Paul, a nudge that says 'give me some peace, yeah?' and the blonde goes without protest or comment. Easy, understanding, difficult to offend. Paul slides out of the booth and the hangers on follow him. Just like the pied piper leading the rats, they’re drawn to him. On to the dance floor, following his lead.

But again, not you.

It’s like you know Paul is danger. On some level, you know. You keep your distance. You don’t call after the others though. You don’t try to stop anyone else from going.

The table and booth is dark and empty, just you and him now along with a collection of mostly untouched drinks. He looks at you, moves to sit closer and then asks you directly, his voice clear despite his low tone and the music of the club. He wants to know why you didn’t take anything.

"It doesn’t feel safe?" is all you say, "besides, I want…I don’t know..."

You grin, like what you’re going to say is stupid but he encourages you. Nothing you could say to him would be stupid.

"I want it to be like the movies? The chill high, the gentle one?"

You look over at your group. They're raving, sweaty, some of their moves fluid, some jerky. They're on a trip, not a high and Dwayne nods. He understands. You’re still mortal and while you’re not entirely risk averse -you’ve been on his bike one addicting time - there is a hesitation about you.

You’re cautious.

It’s almost painfully cliche but he can’t help but compare you to a deer. Beautiful, curious but aware of danger, stopping at the first hint of it.

You hadn’t gone with your friends when the pack had invited you to theirs. Not the cave, of course. The cave was reserved for the final kill, it was too big a risk that someone would run their mouth otherwise. They had a shitty little apartment, courtesy of Max but you'd said no. Everyone else had gone to party and you'd gone home alone.

Your entire nature was in stark contrast to his. Sometimes he wonders if that’s why he’s so drawn to you. Lions don’t befriend lambs, David had told him with a knowing smirk but he can’t help himself.

The night passes as it always does and the days move along with it but the guys are restless now. Summer is long and your group is getting boring. The long hunt has been fun but they're ready for the next. It's good though. Dwayne has had the time to think, a deadline gives him the final motivation he needs.

He can’t see you die like your friends but he can’t stand to leave you, either. The two of you are entwined now. Back at the cave and amidst the muted, mellow rock Paul was playing, he makes his intent known.

"She's off limits" he tells the guys, voice flat, daring someone to make an issue out of it.

Marko rolls his eyes, "like we didn't know that?"

David makes a bleating sound from his corner of the cave.

Paul tells the two blondes to fellate each other then tells Dwayne he’s got you a section of the cave eyed out.

Dwayne tries to hide his smile.

You’re in.

The next time he’s sees you it’s on the beach. Late into the night, so late that it’s actually morning, you’re sat before the glowing fire. You’re alone. Your friends have gone with the others, led away by David and Marko and Paul. He thinks their days are numbered now. It could be tonight, could be tomorrow but it's coming.

He doesn’t care about them but he worries about you. He'll see you through it.

"You don’t have to be stuck with me" you tell him pleasantly as he comes to sit next to you.

The sand is cold.

"I like you" he replies, simply and honestly.

Your eyes catch his and he can see you searching for his meaning. He didn’t miss the jump of your heart, hopeful and happy. Maybe he won’t have to see you through sadness or pain. He thinks you feel the same as he does but he feels like he’s flying too close to the sun. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up but he can’t help but let them soar.

He reaches inside his pocket and pulls out the small baggie. A gift from Paul. Fuck the lion and the lamb bullshit. Go for it, the blonde had said and Dwayne was always apt to agree with Paul.

"It's the good stuff" he tells you, "like in your movies. If you want to…”

You want to. You very clearly want to.

When you smile it’s bright, your cheeks up high and your eyes almost shining. You look touched. Funny how the gesture of illegal narcotics can bring about this tender moment but Dwayne finds himself wanting to chase this feeling.

He’s made you happy.

He feels proud that you’re at ease with him. You’re tense, guarded with the others but not with him. You’ve never been that way with him.

"I’ll keep you safe" he promises and he means it.

He'll keep you safe, forever and always.

"What do I do?" you ask him, "it’s not? It’s not too strong?"

He studies you, thinks on your hesitation. It’s not too strong, it’s good stuff. Paul always had the good stuff. His smile is small - almost dangerous - as he puts the pill on his tongue. He can help ease you into it…

…and judging from the intensity in your eyes, his help is welcome. You watch him, heart thudding and from then, like him, you were lost. He’s waiting for you to make your move, to show your hand like he’s shown his and you do.

You move your body once, such a small little shift, as if your brain was telling you to STOP but you’re reaching for him. Your lips are against his. He hears a scream, faint and filled with terror from off in the darkness. Your hands are on his neck, soft but sure.

Perfection.

There’s another scream, silenced quickly. You blink, pull away gently. Before he can wonder if you’d heard it, you tell him that you’ve been waiting for this moment. Waiting for him. The dying embers of the fire scatter in the wind. You smile up at him and he moves to continue what you’d started. You welcome him and he smiles against you.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Exploring

13. Did you know this cave was haunted?

17. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Reader x Marko.

Requested by @katerinaval

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"Where are we going?" I asked laughing, as he pulled me along through the empty streets of Santa Carla.

"You'll see." He looked at me, smiling as well. Still, he didn't tell me.

He had picked me up for a date as a surprise. He didn't tell me where we'd be going or what we'd be doing. All he told me was that I had to get ready and that we'd be leaving in ten. So, that's what I did. I got ready, quickly putting on some shoes and finding a comfy jacket - and out we went.

"Remember when you told me about your bucket list?"

I nodded. Of course I did. A week ago, the two of us had laid in the grass looking at the stars when I had told him about the things I still wanted to do in my life. I'd told him how I wanted to travel to every continent and how I wanted to visit every museum in New York. How I'd kill to see a band like KISS or Metallica play live, and how I would love to learn more languages. Above all, on the top of that list, was my desire to explore abandoned buildings, explore haunted places, and really get into the whole urban exploring thing. It sounded like an amazing adventure, and I would love to try it just once.

"You're taking me to an abandoned building?" I asked, enthusiastically.

"Not quite. There's a hidden cave system, further down town. We don't really come there, but I thought it would be a good place to start your urban exploring hobby."

I grinned, quickening my pace. "That's amazing! Thank you," I kissed his cheek as he led me down some rocks. As we walked further down, sometimes jumping and climbing, if the rocks called for it, we finally came upon a small entrance.

"This is it. Do you want me to go first?"

I nodded. If he went in first, he could already have a flashlight burning when I got there, and he could catch me if I were to fall. So, on both points, that was a definite win.

"Come on down, you'll love it!"

Carefully, I lowered my legs through the whole in the rocks, gliding in and falling down to the ground. A quiet yelp escaped me as Marko caught me, breaking my fall. The cave was cold, clammy - but between the rocks were tiny gemstones. They shimmered in the light of my lantern, glowing bright purple and pink. I smiled, looking around as Marko led me down further into the cave system. He didn't need the light to navigate, what with him being a vampire and all, but nonetheless, I was very glad I had a little bit of light.

"Did you know this cave was haunted?" He asked as he jumped down some rocks. I shook my head, shaking my lantern. The light was getting weak.

"What happened?"

"A couple of decades back, a group of explorers went missing. They were found a year later, crushed by the stones. They say they haunt this cave ever since."

"And you thought that would be a good place to start my exploring experience?"

"Well, it was the one that was closest by," Marko shrugged, "and I figured you wouldn't mind."

"I guess not. It is kind of unnerving, though. I mean, what if ghosts are real?"

Marko laughed at that, looking at me. "Ghosts aren't real."

"Are you sure? Next, you're going to tell me vampires aren't real either."

"Very funny, hon. Listen, we got to move a bit."

"Why?" Were they unstable? Would they fall and crash us like they did with the previous explorers of this cave? Why would he bring me here if it wasn't safe? I moved to follow him. The light in my lantern flickered on and off, and with a final weak little "bzz," did the light die down completely. I couldn't see anything.

"Marko?" I called, freezing in place. I waited for him to respond, but I got nothing. "Marko, where are you?"

My voice echoed through the cave, but I still got no answer. "Marko?!"

I shuffled forward, my hands stretched out in front of me so I wouldn't walk into a wall of stone.

"Marko, this isn't funny! I'm getting sca-" I screamed as my foot slipped. I fell down, deeper and deeper, until I roughly hit the ground. I cried out, tears streaming over my face. My whole body ached, and one of my legs laid in a very unnatural angle on the ground.

"Marko!" I screamed, finally getting a response.

"Babe? Where are you?"

"I fell, please - it hurts so much..."

Within seconds, he was next to me, pulling a small lighter out of his pocket. The flame illuminated a bit of the cave, and I could see his face. He looked horrified, scared.

"Is it- is it bad?"

Marko nodded. "Don't look, alright, just look at me. Shit, babe," he held me, noticing that I was looking more miserable with the second.

"I need to get out..." I said, whimpering as I moved my leg even a little bit. If we were to get out, I had to be carried. I couldn't walk. Marko looked scared - and I still wasn't sure whether it was because of me and my injury or because of something he saw. And that thought alone terrified me as well. I held on to him tightly, trying to forget the horrifying thoughts that played through my head. Trying to focus on the here and now and still trying to ignore my throbbing leg.

"It wasn't supposed to end like this."

I looked up, slightly confused. "What was?"

"Our date. We'd have dinner, after this. I'd ask you to become a vampire. To stay with me."

I froze. I knew what they were, what he was, of course. But I had never given it any thought. But to become like them? In theory, it sounded wonderful, the eternal life and the possibility to do anything. But could I really kill someone? Could I drink blood? And be okay with that?

"I don't know if I am made to be a vampire," I said quietly.

"You would leave me?"

"No!" I exclaimed, looking at him. "I would never, but I don't know if I could do it."

"That's too bad," his voice turned cold now, as he looked at me. "Because you don't have a choice anymore."

"What?!"

"You're bleeding out. Your leg is practically snapped in half. The only reason you're not passed out right now is adrenaline. If you want to live, you have to let me change you."

No, no - this couldn't be true. Right? But the more he spoke, the weaker I began to feel, the foggier my sight became, the stronger the ache in my head and chest. The more he talked, the foggier he became until he was a shapeless blur.

Marko bit me, fast and deep, forcing his vampire venom inside of me, forcing the change upon me. He forced me to drink his blood, to keep it down. He snapped my leg back in to place, ignoring my screams of anguish, when he continued to force me to drink his blood. I cried out as I realised what was happening to me, but then I lost consciousness. I welcomed the dark, falling into a deep slumber.

"I had no choice," Marko sighed as he laid down next to my body, "you would have died. And then so would I. I can't live without you."

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Could you please write an imagine where Marko has no choice but to change his human girlfriend or else he'll lose her? :D

I hope you like it!💕

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He said he'd be there by eight. He had promised you, telling you he wanted to do something special. Why he had kept a secret - he always enjoyed surprising you and knowing just a little bit more than you did. It was all playful of course, in a teasing manner. That was just him. Playful, teasing - but above all he was caring and loving. You'd never thought you'd be with someone like him. As much as you loved him, his perception of time could be a little bit better.

You looked at your wristwatch again, sighing quietly. You knew he and the boys weren't really punctual, but there was a big difference between eight and eight thirty, right? He should have been here by now. There was no reason for him to be late, right?

You had been waiting at the boardwalk entrance for a while now, families passing you quickly as they made their way home - and teens entering the fair, pushing past her in their enthusiasm. Maybe - you thought as the clock turned to a quarter to nine - maybe Marko was already there somewhere? Playing some game of hide and seek you weren't aware off?

"Marko!" you called out, deciding to just go and look for him. You made your way through the crowds, checking the stores he'd go to and the diners you often ate at. "Marko!" You walked further, not noticing you had left the business of the boardwalk behind. This part of the boardwalk was dark, abandoned. No rides, no games and above all - no people.

"Lost?"

You turned around - not seeing where the voice came from.

"Who's there?"

"Scared?"

"This isn't funny, Marko!"

Laughter sounded from behind you - quickly you turned around, letting out a gasp as you felt a sharp sting in your abdomen.

"Wha-"

"I'm not Marko."

"Why- let me-"

"Sssh, quiet now dear. If you stay quiet, I'll leave the knife in for now."

You had tears burning in your eyes, pain and confusion as you looked up at your perpetrator.

"If your boyfriend doesn't show up here within ten minutes, I'll kill you," the man growled. "It's only fair seeing he killed my fiancee."

"But-"

"Oh yes, you didn't know. And you're sorry, right? You know why he does, and yet you willingly hang out with him - a killer. Ever thought that you might have been next? Hm?"

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter," he chuckled, brushing some of your hair to the side, exposing your neck. "He's to late."

Had that been ten minutes already? You panicked, struggling against this man's grip. He pushed the knife deeper inside your stomach, before pulling it out, stabbing it in your neck. He let go of you, dropping you to the ground as if you were little more than a ragdoll. He didn't look at you, leaving you on the cold and dirty ground as he ran off.

You gasped for air, the knife blocking it off a little - but you knew pulling it out would be a dead sentence. You were trembling, getting colder with the second. You were scared. Your stomach was bleeding badly, and the knife in your neck practically burned. What if he wouldn't find you? Where was Marko? Tears welled up in your eyes, as you slowly felt yourself become weaker. Tired. You were so tired... The thought of closing your eyes sounded so wonderful - so welcoming.

"Shit! Y/N, baby, come on, stay awake for me!"

"Hm?" You whimpered quietly, forcing yourself to look. "M-marko?"

"I'm here," he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek. "I can't lose you."

He knew you hadn't want to turn. Not yet at least. He knew you wanted to get just a little older - physically you were a year younger than him. But now? An ambulance would be to late. No one else would be able to help you. "Let me safe you, love... Please?"

" 't hurts... " you mumbled, finding it harder to keep your eyes open with the second. Marko kissed you softly - feeling he had no choice. "I just hope you'll forgive me for this..."

He quickly bit his wrist, opening your mouth and letting his blood drip in. He quietly muttered that he hoped it would work - it had to. Besides you being his girlfriend - you were his mate. He hadn't wanted to believe it at first, finding the whole idea of a mate ridiculous. But, the more time he spent with you, the more he realised you belonged with him. He hated the thought of not having you around - of not having you close by. He had come to love those moment where the two of you would watch a movie together - you curled up against him. Or you reading when he'd paint, going to concerts or just simply going on rides together. He couldn't imagine doing any of those things without you - and he wouldn't.

"Please drink," he said softly, hoping it hadn't been to late. He waited, letting out a breath of relieve when he saw you swallow. He held you close to him, wanting to give you as much comfort as he could. "I'm so sorry-"

Quickly he grabbed the knife, removing it from your neck. He put pressure in it immediately. "Ssh, you're going to be fine baby- trust me, alright?"

Marko couldn't help but feel scared as he heard your weak whimper. He couldn't lose you - not now. He bit his wrist again, telling you to drink more. "Don't stop until I tell you to, alright?"

You did as he told you, still feeling weak and cold - but not as much as before. It didn't take long before Marko kissed you softly on your forehead, telling you to stop. "Do you think you can sit up on your own?"

You nodded quietly. "I - I think so.."

Marko gave you a soft smile, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. "Let's get you home, hm?" He picked you up, carrying you in his arms. You shivered slightly as he flew through the sky. Sure, you weren't on the point of dying anymore - but you weren't completely fine yet.

Marko entered the cave, ignoring the looks from his brothers as he brought you to his room, carefully laying you down on his bed. He took your shoes off. "Do you want me to help you into some pyjamas?"

You nodded quietly, hissing as you sat up. "He wanted to kill me..."

Marko looked at you, sighing softly. "I'm sorry baby - I should've been there."

"I was looking for you.."

"So was I. One of your friends told me you were in the hospital."

"What-?"

"Ssh, hey - I found you in time, alright? You're here now."

"My parents..." you mumbled quietly, wondering how you'd explain to them that you didn't come back home.

"Paul's handling that. You didn't feel well and fell asleep here. We didn't want to wake you - that's what your parents will think, alright?"

You nodded, glad as Marko helped you out of your blood covered clothes. Once you had your pyjama on, he laid down beside you, holding you in a loving embrace. It was quiet for a while, before you spoke up.

"What was the special thing you wanted to do?"

"Doesn't feel right to do it now..."

"Why not?"

"Cause if all had gone to plan, you would have had one of the best nights ever."

"Why?"

"Well," He kissed you softly, "first I would've taken you out to some of the rides. Then after a while we probably would have gone to that fancy restaurant you wanted to try."

"Oh?"

"I told you it'd be special," he smiled. "After dinner we could have gone to the movies. Or maybe a walk down the beach? Or both?"

"Both sounds good... And then?" you looked up at him, ignoring the pain in your neck.

"And then I would have given you this," he took a small box out of his coat pocket, handing it to you. Your hands were still trembling a little as you opened it - trembling even more when you saw what was inside.

"Is this -?"

"I love you. I can't lose you again, baby," he kissed you softly, carefully placing the ring around your finger.

"Are we engaged now?" you asked quietly, curling up in his arms.

"If you want to be. If not - see it as a promise. I'll always be yours."

"Romantic," you mumbled with a small smile, yawning a little.

"Only for you. Try and get some sleep sweetheart. Tomorrow were going after that guy that hurt you."

You nodded, slowly drifting off. Marko was worried still, knowing you hadn't fully realised what he had done. When you'd wake up tomorrow, you'd be half. He sighed softly, looking at you. He just hoped you'd understand.

[pearlescentvampire]

An alternate take on David

This may be a hot take but the longer I think about it, the more I'm convinced David is supposed to be more like Ron Swanson in season one of Parks and Rec than someone who is deeply bonded to his boys as we'd all like to believe. And the more I think about it, Dwayne and Marko looking like they've been swapped around in the musical like Paul and Dwayne were accidentally swapped in the prequel script makes sense. I remember this interview with Alex Winter where he said Joel got upset by him adding some improv lines. And to me that just screams that the boys were never intended to be more than eye candy set dressing to make David look 'cooler' because he'd have these sexy friends hanging onto his every word. It's just that Billy, Alex and Brooke were so charismatic that even with the lack of substantial dialogue they were able to make these roles their own and really jump out and capture our hearts as fans. And to get back to my argument of David being canonically more distant to his boys than even in my own headcanon; even when all his boys have been killed, he's still dead set on having Michael join him. And sure the teardrop in the cave could be attributed to him being sad about Marko's death, but it could also just be as a response to having his hand catching on fire. (That said I too would still rather believe he's sad about Marko, I fall firmly in the category that headcanons the boys as being fiercely loyal to one another. This is just me spitballing another perspective of how the movie can be viewed.) It's been a while since I last read the prequel script so maybe I'm misremembering some things here, but as I remember it David was pretty keen on ditching his boys when they were ready to join Vlad. And I vaguely remember him wanting to elope with the Russian princess, and only deciding against it when he himself was turned. It all kind of gives me the vibe that David has always been with the boys out of survival and lack of perspective on anything 'better'. It also really gives off the vibe to me that he's a hopeless romantic that prioritizes romantic relationships over platonic ones. We've all known people like this, they're all buddy buddy with you until they get into a relationship and then suddenly you never see them again. Anyway, those are my thoughts for the moment. Excuse me while I try my best to forget all of this and go back to shipping them having an unbreakable bond.

[jeffsohungy]

is this something

[tulipwrites-sorta]

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★ SLASHERS | HOTTEST HORROR VILLAINS (MALE) BRACKET - TOP 4 ROUND #2 *REMATCH* ★

➥ a/n: soooooo guess what lmao...we have another tie, the second one in this entire series!! 😭 i mean it makes sense bc we're at the very end of this bracket. hopefully we get a more definitive results this time around. anyway, please like, comment, and reblog to support this series!!! <3333

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ TOP 4 ROUND #2 REMATCH:

billy loomis 👻

dwayne 🩸

Voting ended onNov 26, 2025

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[saltyearthquakedeer]

oh! I do have a soft spot for Billy Loomis but still. Has to be Dwayne for me!

[tulipwrites-sorta]

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★ SLASHERS | HOTTEST HORROR VILLAINS (MALE) BRACKET - TOP 4 ROUND #2 ★

➥ a/n: HELLO EVERYONE, TOMORROW IS THE FINALE I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!! :DDDDD i've been going through a small depression but i'm still trying my best to get these out on time. :) anyways, as always, the poll will be at the bottom of this post, and please remember to like, comment, and reblog to support this series. let's goooooooo!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ TOP 4 ROUND #1 RESULTS:

➥ coming in at 69.3%, the winner is... 🥁🥁🥁

➥ THOMAS HEWITT!!!!

➥ i have really high hopes that he's going to win this whole thing. 🥰🥰🥰 thank you for voting, time for round #2!!!!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ TOP 4 ROUND #2:

billy loomis 👻

dwayne 🩸

Voting ended onNov 25, 2025

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[tulipwrites-sorta]

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★ SLASHERS | HOTTEST HORROR VILLAINS (MALE) BRACKET - TOP 8 ROUND #4 ★

➥ a/n: GUYS WE ONLY HAVE A FEW ROUNDS LEFT UNTIL THE FINALE AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! im so excited, thank you all for sticking through this whole series i truly appreciate it. 😭❤️❤️ as always, the poll will be at the bottom of this post, and please remember to like, comment, and reblog to support this series. here We GOOOO!!!!! ✨🌟✨🌟✨

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ TOP 8 ROUND #3 RESULTS:

➥ coming in at 71.4%, the winner is... 🥁🥁🥁

➥ HANNIBAL LECTER!!!!

➥ sorry pennywise, i don't see the appeal. ✋😭 thank you for voting, time for round #4!!!!!!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ TOP 8 ROUND #4:

dwayne 🩸

bo sinclair 🛠️

Voting ended onNov 23, 2025

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[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

My genuine reaction if I see one more of you characterize Dwayne as the silent one, or the stern one, or the more reasonable one out of the lost boys

HE’S JUST AS SILLY AS THE OTHER BOYS PLEASE

“oh but he’s the quite one” MARKO AND HIM HAVE THE SAME NUMBER OF LINES

And if I see a single person bring up him being Laddie’s dad—GUYS, sure he’s taking care of laddie as a brother figure maybe a teen dad (at most) but at NO point do we see him being a responsible parent at all because he’s not one.

[fanged-fatale]

It’s dark and I keep hearing motorcycles driving by my house. Must be the Lost Boys celebrating Halloween. I fear tonight I’m getting tricked instead of treated. And if I do get tricked, I become the treat.

Happy Halloween 💀

[gayassmullethaircut]