How Dwayne Convinced David To Keep Laddie With Them:

my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality

Hey.. no clue if you do smut for the LOSTBOYS, but this one is for my silent boy Dwayne.

(Male) reader who dresses a lot like Bill. S Preston Esquire (cropped t-shirts, flannel And colorful jeans) meets Dwayne after bumping into him on the boardwalk and let’s just say things get a bit.. ✨Spicy✨ your David smut was magical btw!<3

Use Your Words

Dwayne x Male reader who dresses like Bill S. Preston Esq.

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!

I haven’t written any smut yet so I think you may be thinking of @misslavenderlady ‘s hypnokink smut with David that I reposted:)

This is my first request ever so I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, handjob, daddy kink

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After years of pinching every penny you could, spending your days mowing lawns and washing cars, you had finally saved enough money to travel to Santa Carla. Most people new Santa Carla as the murder capital of the world, you knew it as the thrifting capital of the world.

Ever since you could remember you had been obsessed with clothes. You were kind of a shy guy, so it was easier to express yourself through what you wore rather than what you said…or didn’t say for that matter. You couldn’t wait to comb through the racks and racks of cozy flannels, colorful jackets, brightly colored tops, and whatever else Santa Carla had to offer.

You headed down to the boardwalk where you knew the best selections would be. You flitted from store to store combing for hidden gems in the sea of pieces. It was getting late as your scouring was coming to an end for the night. You walked along the boardwalk to your car with bags full of great finds, including a bunch of vintage Adidas tees you planned on cropping yourself, when you collided with a…brick wall?

No wait, that wasn’t a wall, it was…a stunningly attractive man? His brown eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked you up and down. You blushed as you realized you had just collided with his incredibly toned, bare chest. You sputtered put an apology as you tried to slide past him but he gripped your arm loosely. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be alone in Santa Carla at night? It is the murder capital of the world after all.” You shot him a confused look as you glanced down at your watch. It flashed 2:48am and your jaw dropped. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, have to the man and half to yourself. “I better get back to my hotel.”

“Hotel?” He asked, “you’re just visiting?”

“Yeah, flew in this morning, I head back on Thursday.” You replied.

“Well if you’re only in Santa Carla for a few days, you can’t waste your time sleeping.” He said. “Why don’t I take you around instead?”

“I don’t even know your name,” you stated

“My name’s Dwayne,” he told you, “let me show you the best that Santa Carla has to offer.”

You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline at his offer. Something inside of you was screaming to accept and let the gorgeous man take you around. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ “Sure Dwayne,” you said, “show me the best Santa Carla has to offer.”

That was how you found yourself pressed against the wall of the grimiest alleyway you had ever seen. Dwayne had you completely caged in by his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was palming you though your jeans with one hand, and massaging your exposed abs with the other. A moan fell from your lips as he leaned forward to nip at your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Dwayne was a big guy, you were overwhelmed by him, his frame pressed against you, his scent all around you, his touch all over you, it was intoxicating. Dwayne, as if he could read your mind, chuckled into your neck as he continued to kiss and bite at you. “Please Dwayne,” you whispered as you moaned, “I need more please.” “What do you need baby?” Dwayne asked, still latched onto your neck, his tone teasing. You shivered at the nickname. “I- I want you to touch me,” you said shyly, “please.” Dwayne let out another laugh as he continued to palm you. “But I am touching you,” he replied. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes but…but touch me more.”

“More how?”

“You know how.”

“How can i know if you don’t tell me? c’mon baby, use your words, I know you can do it.”

His condescending tone made your toes curl. You opened your mouth to ask for what you wanted, but before you could get the words out, Dwayne’s tongue was shoved down your throat. You moaned into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He took the hand that had been on your abs and used it to capture both your wrists and hold them against the wall. He stopped palming you to unbutton your jeans, chuckling as you whimpered at the lost contact. He pulled away leaving you breathless. “Aw baby,” he said, “cat got your tongue?” Dwayne pouted at you mockingly. Making you flush red as the jeans you were wearing. “That’s ok sweet boy,” he whispered while stroking your cheek, “daddy knows what you need.”

He pulled your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your hardened cock to slap against your stomach. He put his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had appeared, over the head of your shaft. His fingers curled around your length, stroking you slowly with one hand, while he rid you of your cropped top with the other. You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his huge hand around you. He stroked you firmly, his expert fingers working you slowly.

His slow pace wore on you as you found yourself again wanting more. You whined and bucked up into his hand, silently begging him to speed up his strokes. He squeezed you a bit, making you gasp in ecstasy, but did nothing to increase his pace. “Pleaseeee” you begged. “Please what baby? I thought we talked about this. I can’t read your mind now can I?” Dwayne asked you with a smirk. Tears were forming at the corner of your eyes as Dwayne continued his ministrations. You knew exactly what you wanted, but for some reason, when you opened your mouth, the words couldn’t make it past your lips. All you could do was let out an exasperated whimper. Dwayne sighed mockingly and clicked his tongue. “Such a shy boy, let daddy take care of you.”

Dwayne sped up his strokes and started to fondle your balls while keeping enough of his body weight on you to keep you pinned against the wall. He relatched onto your neck while you moaned. “Being such a good boy for daddy, letting him take care of you like this.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You flushed and panted at his words as you felt your orgasm building. With each stroke you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if Dwayne could sense it, he leaned into your ear again and whispered “wanna cum baby? You gonna cum for daddy?” You moaned, “yes daddy, m’ gonna cum.” You gasped as thick ropes of cum sprayed from your cock into Dwayne’s hand. You slumped against the wall, painting from the intensity of your orgasm, Dwayne was an artist with his hands. “Dwayne,” you breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.” Dwayne smirked as he manhandled you onto all fours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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I feel like ethan landry unmasked would so vibe to alternative rock

Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

Sub Charlie begging you to sit on his face BYEEEEEEEEE

Oh God yes, he is so submissive! I made this a headcannon with a lil blurb at the end <3

Face Sitting

Pairing: Sub!Charlie Walker x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Face sitting, oral (reader recieving), Wet mouth noises mentioned?,

He would absolutely be in the middle of a horror movie when he asks

He was staring at the way your legs looked in the shorts you were wearing and just couldn't help himself

He would beg so nicely too <33

"Please, sit on my face!"

"Won't I suffocate you?"

"That would be the best way to die."

He is down BAD

He would be sooo good with his tongue, on god

And he would know exactly what spots to hit (and where the clit is if you're Fem ;))

The way he groaned so perfectly into you was just perfect.

"Oh fuck, mmm, you taste so good!" He spoke in between slurps and nudges at that special spot. You were hurtling towards your release so fast, you wondered why you didn't do this sooner. The beautiful wet noises and moans he let into you as you grinded onto him too.

He was your good boy <3

At this point I think my page is becoming a The Lost Boys fan account and I don’t feel bad about it.

Master List

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35+ years later.]

The boys are alive and walk amongst us in modern times.

All Rights Reserved. Please Do Not Copy, Plagiarize, or Reproduce.

Netflix and Kill ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

Two Scorpions and a Frog ║ Yandere!Dwayne & Paul x Innocent! Reader

Two Scorpions and a Frog Play Doctor ║ Yandere!Dwayne & Paul x Innocent! Reader

BREED ║ Dwayne & Paul x Female!Reader

BREED, Part 2 ║ Dwayne & Paul x Female!Reader

Kept ║ Yandere!David x Docile!Reader

Netflix and Keep ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Netflix and Keep, Part 2 ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Anything For Love║ Poly!Lost Boys x GN!Reader

T.L.C. ║ Yandere!Dwayne x Female!Reader

Broken ║ Yandere!David & Marko x Female!Reader

Shark Week ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader; Marko & Dwayne-centric

(Y/n) the Vampire Slayer ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Slayer!Reader

J is for Jealousy ║ Yandere!Paul x Female!Reader

Maneater ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Vampire!OC!Reader

Denial ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

Little Sister ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Little Sister, Part 2 ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Little Sister, Part 3 ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Homecoming ║ Yandere!David x Yandere!Reader

Sympathy From the Devil ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Worthy ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Angry!Reader

Smitten ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Gullible!Reader

Hold Me║ Dwayne x Female!Reader

Be Mine ║ Poly!Lost Boys x OC!Fem!Vampires

Little Red ║ Yandere!Marko x Vampire!OC!Reader

21st Century Cure ║ Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Gypsy ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Reincarnated!Reader

AND MORE TO COME...

Kinktober for Billy & Stu [2023]

Updated: October 13, 2023 !Incomplete!

Day 1: Hunter/Prey- Billy Loomis Day 2: Sensory Deprivation- Stu Macher Day 3: Knife Play- Billy Loomis Day 4: Bondage- Stu Macher Day 5: Edging- Billy Loomis Day 6: Mirror- Stu Macher Day 7: Thigh Riding- Billy Loomis Day 8: Dom/Sub - Billy Loomis Day 9: Degrading - Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 10: Breeding Kink- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 11: Body Worship - Stu Macher Day 12: Cock Warming- Billy Loomis Day 13: Intoxication/Substance Use- Billy Loomis Day 14: Somnophilia- Billy Loomis Day 15: CNC- Billy Loomis Day 16: Mask/Anonymous Sex -Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 17: Blowjobs/Handjobs- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 18: Temperature Play- Stu Macher Day 19: Make Up Sex- Billy Loomis Day 20: Hate-fucking- Billy Loomis Day 21: Shower Sex- Stu Macher Day 22: Biting/Brusing/Marks- Biily Loomis & Stu Macher Day 23: [Tricked] Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 24: Voyeurism- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 25: Recording- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 26: Dumbification- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 27: Jealous Sex- Billy Loomis Day 28: Brat Taming- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 29: Sex Toys- Stu Macher Day 30: Gun Play- Stu Macher Day 31: Blood Play -Billy Loomis

!EXTRA!

Cheating- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher [Separate]

They could be the king of me👀👀

The King of Hawkins, and the King of Hellfire.

hello! may i request something about maybe a movie night with the lost boys? watching a horror movie with them. thank you <33

watching a horror movie with the lost boys

Summary: Movie night and some questions about genre…

A/N: I love this request so much! Thank you!!

Tags: short and sweet, movie night

TW: a wee bit of swearing, mention of scary/horror movies

1k words

The boys would let you pick the movie, because you were a little more in the times than they were – also, the last time Marko picked, the movie was absolutely terrible. Just God-awful.

Of course, you still wanted to get suggestions from them, and see what the vibe was that evening. David suggested a Western, and a gritty noir film, and you could just feel Paul’s eyes roll when David, in his deep sort of drawl, said he liked the camera angles, the lighting, etc.

So then you asked Paul what he wanted to watch, and he promptly began to list rockumentaries, underground indie hits, and a surprising amount of boxing films.

You were pleasantly surprised by the deep wisdom these two had about movies (they had a lot of time to watch them, you supposed), and decided to ask Dwayne and Marko next.

Dwayne was silent for a minute, after you asked him what he wanted to watch, and took this question very seriously. He began to list award-winning movies with serious narrative prowess, along with some pretty deep, heart-wrenching family dramas. You definitely remember crying because of a few of them. “I mean, The Godfather is always a good choice,” he added, to which you enthusiastically agreed.

You moved on to Marko, who was cutting out pieces of fabric for one of his many craft projects. You stayed and helped him out a little bit, and then started talking about the movie night planned for later. He began listing his favorite rom-coms, which you also loved. He then listed some intense action and spy movies, and he honestly just went on and on.

These boys definitely spent a lot of time in Max’s Video Store.

After thinking about what the boys suggested/recommended, you realized, to your utter astonishment, that literally none of them suggested a movie that was even remotely scary. No horror films were mentioned, at all.

Picking a horror film would be great, you realized, because then you wouldn’t feel torn between recommendations or genres. It would be something entirely different from what everyone suggested, and they might actually enjoy it.

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The time had arrived. Movie night!

You had rented the film earlier that evening, as soon as it was dark and you could go outside. You were happy with your choice, absolutely proud of it, as it was a horror film that came out relatively recently. You had heard great things about it, and even the clerk at Max’s store said, “Good choice,” with which you felt vindicated.

“Okay boys, gather ‘round,” you said excitedly, humming a jaunty tune as you placed the VHS tape into the player. You smacked the TV screen so it would turn on, and the movie started to play. You sat on the vintage, sort-of ripped fabric couch between Dwayne and Paul; David had moved his wheelchair throne thing so it was adjacent to the couch, and Marko sat on a beanbag chair he found at a flea market, in front of Paul.

Paul and Marko definitely ate all of the popcorn before the movie started, but, it was probably for the best. Jump-scares and all. Choking hazard, to say the least.

As the movie went on, and became scarier and scarier past the exposition, Paul scooted ever closer to you, and Dwayne clutched your hand. Marko had stopped commenting completely as he became entirely engrossed in the film. You could hear David breathing, almost raggedly, as he anticipated jump-scare moments. He also put down his cigarette, which was something.

The first jump-scare was chaotic; the popcorn bowl went flying out of Marko’s hands, Paul did a little yip, Dwayne closed his eyes, and David jumped in his chair and then started chuckling.

It was a grand old time, watching this horror film with the boys, and it was scary, and fun, and felt like an adventure (what didn’t, with the boys?).

~

After the movie ended, everyone gave their respective thoughts about what they just watched:

“You know, I liked it!” Marko said with enthusiasm, as he inspected the VHS tape for more information about it.

“That wasn’t scary,” Paul started to say, and you gave him a look. “Okay, maybe it was a little scary.”

Dwayne was next to share his thoughts. “I really liked how they filmed it. The artistry of it.”

“That was damn good. Great choice, Y/N,” David touched your arm as he said it, passing by to get a cigarette.

“Okay, so you all liked it. Why in the hell do you not watch more scary movies?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know. Genuinely, a bit confused as to why they don’t. They’re vampires.

Paul sighed, crossing his arms over his AC/DC cutoff tee. “We don’t like how vampires are usually depicted in films.”

“It’s really hard to find a good one,” Dwayne added.

“We didn’t have someone like you around to actually find a good one,” Marko said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Plus, we can never agree on anything. Or David just decides to pick.” He pointedly looks over at David, who is wholeheartedly enjoying his cigarette.

David temporarily pauses, not looking guilty at all about that fact. “Hey, I mean, if no one can agree on anything, then I’ll just pick. Makes things easier.”

Movie night became a regular thing, and you always ended up picking what to watch. And more often than not, the movie was a good choice.