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.
The whole Lost Boys fandom be like
When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.
Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.
Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.
"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.
Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."
It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.
Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.
And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.
It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."
The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."
It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.
AN: Hello! This is my first time writing for The Lost Boys, so I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @floral-and-fine for the support and the help working out some of the details on this ❣️
Word Count- 1383
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Title- Blood Bag
It wasn’t often that you saw your boys fight, where their playful banter turned serious and fangs elongated and eyes turned that golden yellow that sent chills up your spine.
“You got to feed from her yesterday, man,” Paul growled from next to you, hand on your thigh as he argued with Marko, “I’m thirsty too.”
“We’re all thirsty, Paul,” David scowled from his wheelchair, hands gripping the armrests to physically restrain himself. “It’s not your turn.”
“(Y/n) isn’t an object,” Dwayne chimed in, despite being on edge and tensed he was the only one who was thinking rationally as he took in the smell of fear from you.
The more tense they got, the more on edge you got. Like a bunny cornered by a wolf, ready to dart out the next opening it could find.
“I never said she was,” Paul’s grip on your thigh tightened, making you wince.
What made these fights the worst was that they always centered around you. You wished that they would be able to push their hungers aside and talk rationally, however, as a human you thought best to not butt in to their arguments. Until now, as Paul’s grip became bordering painful as his elongated nails dug into the meat of your thigh.
Gripping his hand in your own, you paid Marko’s new argument no mind as you carefully pried Paul’s hand off of you, frowning at the indents in your skin.
“You boys do know I’m not the only human in Santa Carla, right?” You broke their argument, even though saying the words themselves made an anxious pit form in your gut.
You just wanted them to stop fighting, to satisfy their hunger and come back to you as the playful, soft- not that David would ever admit it-, kind people that they usually were around you.
They were hungry, needing blood to fill their appetite and some nights even draining an adult person wasn’t enough for their bellies. Sharing itty bitty ounces of your blood between them wasn’t going to cut it. Not in the long-term, anyway.
“Why don’t you just go drink from someone else? Or multiples,” You anxiously began to fiddle with Paul’s fingers as the cave grew eerily quiet.
You thought the fight had now been done and over, as they all stared at you wide-eyed. You interpreted it as a look of astonishment, a ‘how could we not have seen this before’ until Marko spoke up.
“(Y/n)…” He breathed out, almost like a whimper.
“Why would you suggest that?” David asked, his own expression going neutral again but as his eyes shifted from yellow back to the lovely icy blue tone you adore, you could see the sadness behind his gaze.
You shrugged, keeping your gaze down at your hand holding onto Paul’s, “I can’t meet your needs, not even close,” It hurt to say it, your heart stinging as you admitted out loud that you can’t provide for them in an equal manner in which they provide for you. They took you in when you had no one, provided you a safe haven of warmth and security.
“I know I can’t, and it would be easier for you all to find a donor or even to just find someone to drain like how you did before,” You kept your head low, avoiding their stares.
“Besides, like you’ve said before David, I’m just a blood-bag right?” You felt the back of your eyes sting, “You can just replace me, or add in someone else to this equation.”
David stood from the wheelchair, the definitive sound of his leather trench coat signaling that he was approaching you before his boots spilled into your line of sight.
“Look at me, little one,” He softly ordered, and of course no matter how upset you were, you followed it. Looking up to him, you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to look nonchalant.
“I thought we made this clear, you are the only one we will feed from.”
Feeding.
That word again.
A blood source from them, an easy way for them to fill their bellies before running whatever errands Max had for them.
Each time that word spilled from their lips, you wanted to yell out that you weren’t just food. You thought that there was something more between you all, the soft looks and gentle caresses.
Dwayne’s gentle hold on your body as he asked permission before piercing your flesh, Marko’s thumb rubbing on your exposed flesh before his nose ran along the vein, David’s hand cupping your cheek while he asked if you felt alright after, Paul pulling you against his chest so you can nap off the fatigue- acts oh so intimate.
But maybe…Maybe you were naive. Looking too far into those small acts.
“Yeah,” You looked from his gaze towards the fountain, frowning as the word ‘feed’ and all of its variations played in your head. “You like my blood, you’ve said it before.”
Marko approached now, sitting on the other side of you.
“No, (Y/n),” Marko made you look at him as his fingers tilted your chin towards him. “Not just because your blood is delicious, because you are you.” His words made your brow furrow
“The only girl we’d ever want,” Dwayne chimed in, still giving you space but the fond look in his eyes made heat rise to your cheeks.
“I don’t understand, I don’t get what this means,” You looked between all four of them, your brow still furrowed and your lips pulled into a pout.
Paul laughed, not mocking or harsh as he interlaced his hand with yours. “Boys, we haven’t been clear enough, she needs us to spell it out.”
“Spell what out–”
“You’re our mate,” David spoke, and when you looked to face him you expected a smirk on his face, his signature cockiness and arrogance on display as the leader of the group- but no, his expression was soft.
“I’m your what–”
“Our mate,” Dwayne piped up, now approaching. “Not our buffet, not our blood bag,” Dwayne’s eyes cut over to David who turned his face away with a huff. “The one we cherish with our heart and seek out above all else.”
“Your mate…” The words felt foreign on your lips, but they made your belly feel warm and full as Marko made a sound of agreement from beside you.
“We will work out the feeding issue,” David made a pointed look to Paul and before he could say another word, Marko beat him to the punch.
“But please don’t ever question your standing with us, and why we want you around.” Marko grabbed ahold of your unoccupied hand, lacing it with his own.
“Do you understand now, little one?”
“I think I do.”
“Good,” David leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of your head. “Now, we’ll be back,” David stood to his full height. Would their victims taste like garbage in comparison to your sweet crimson nectar? Absolutely. However, they needed to satiate their blood thirst, and you needed alone time to deal with this information.
“When will you be back?” You couldn’t help but ask, not used to being left behind.
“Soon, we’ll bring you back some (F/Food).”
And as they each gave you their own personal farewell, you couldn’t help but fidget in place.
“We’ll be back before you know it,” Dwayne said, lifting up your hand to kiss at your knuckles.
“You promise?” Fear still lingering that this whole conversation was somehow one grand prank and they’d come back with another woman, declaring her as your replacement then laughing at you for believing them.
Dwayne paused, looking into your eyes. “I promise, we will always come back to you.”
A soft smile blossomed on your face as he swore they would return, the sincerity in his eyes melting your concerns as you nodded and reached out to grab one of Paul’s cuddle blankets.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” Your words had an underlying meaning as you snuggled into the surprisingly clean material, eager to discuss more about this mate situation when they came back.
“We wouldn’t dream of it, sweet cheeks.” Paul winked at you before Dwayne pushed him up the stairs.
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[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...
Paul: If Marko and I were both drowning, who would you save?
Dwayne: I don't know, both of you?
Paul: No, you can only save one of us
Dwayne: Well, I'd probably save Marko because he can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer
Paul: Suppose I was holding an anchor? Who would you save then?
Dwayne: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?
Paul: it's a family heirloom from Max.
Dwayne: I'm leaving.
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
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
“no, no, no, you sweet dumb thing” IM ON THE FLOORRRRRRRRRRRR. IM KICKING MY FEET, TWIRLING MY HAIR, CLIMBING UP WALLS, SCREAMING, CRYING, CRAWLING, ALL OF THE ABOVE…….
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.
~
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?).
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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.
I get to go to Rockzilla and I’m freaking out!! I’m gonna cream if I make eye contact with Ronnie Radke
Bout made me cry
— BUT IM OVER THIS ROLLERCOASTER!
PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader
SUMMARY. in which yn confesses her love to her longtime best friend during a party, who can only frown as he watches her hiccup through her words.
GENRE. fluff, angst, best friends to lovers
AUTHOR’S NOTE. there WILL be a part 2 so lookout for that soon 🫡 listen to “wish you were sober” by conan gray as you read since it was based off that song!! this was requested, although I decided to change it up by replacing reader as the drunk one instead of ethan. this is a non ghostface au so ethan and everybody else are friends & I CAN SPREAD MY ANIKA ETHAN BFF AGENDA (im madly delusional🙄🙄)
This party's shit, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here
Ethan frowns at his surroundings. Heavy music that’s loud enough to have the cops called, lights that felt blinding and overwhelming—and not to mention the couples who were making out in every corner.
“You okay there dude?” Chad asks, examining the boy’s face.
“Not really,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, “I see Tara over there.” He points at the staircase.
“We’re talking about you though,” Chad sighs, “if you want to leave, just say the word and we’ll go.”
Bless Chad’s kind heart.
“It’s alright bro,” Ethan gives him a smile to reassure, “you go talk to Tara. I’m fine here in my corner of the couch.”
Chad chuckles, “okay buddy. If you ever need me, just call my name and I’m here!” He then descends to the staircase, already striking up a convo with Tara.
Ethan can only wish he was that social.
“Eeeee,” And here comes you, his best friend, drunk and stumbling over your own foot.
You wrap your arms around his neck, placing your chin onto his shoulders.
“Sorry!” Anika yells through the loud music, “she’s hard to control when drunk.”
“It’s okay Ani,” Ethan smiles, “I’ve got her.”
Anika quickly takes off the bandana around her leg, tying it on Ethan’s arm.
“Love ya Eth! Thank you.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek before going off to find her girlfriend, Mindy.
“You alright there love?” Ethan asks, rubbing circles into your back. You mumble words that Ethan can’t make out, making him sigh as he switches into a more comfortable position on the couch for the both of you.
Although Ethan’s called you love countless times, you can’t help but blush. You had a huge crush on the curly haired boy, but could never bring yourself to properly confess.
“Want to go to Chad’s car? It’s much less noisy,” Ethan suggests, and you nod slowly.
Kinda hope you're followin' me out. But this is definitely not my crowd.
Taking your hand, Ethan leads you out of the house, making sure he doesn’t bump into drunk frat boys.
Take me where the music ain't too loud. Trade drinks, but you don't even know her
“Want to trade drinks?!” A random girl asks you. Without thinking, you nod, grabbing the small glass and taking it down with one shot.
You shake your head slightly as soon as you step out of the house, trying to relieve yourself from the alcohol.
Ethan opens the passenger door, helping you sit up inside. Then he opens the trunk, revealing a white fluffy blanket. He brings it over, gently placing it on your shivering body.
You looked so pretty, Ethan thought. So so pretty.
“E,” you say quietly as soon as he props himself onto the drivers side. “E.”
“Yes YN?”
You glance up at him with sleepy eyes, the same ones Ethan grown to adore over the months he’s befriended you.
“You’re so pretty,” you say before you can think.
Ethan loses his breath right there and then. “Sorry?” He chokes out.
“You’re so pretty Eth. And you’re so sweet, and caring. You’re such boyfriend material, the way you take care of me and others. I love you Ethan.”
“Do you say this to all the guys you talk to when you’re drunk?” Ethan jokes, but you shake your head quickly, your drunken dazed eyes keeping contact with his.
“No, cause I don’t like any of them the way I like you. I like you Ethan. A lot. I want us to be more than friends,”
Ethan is speechless. Before he can utter another word, you lean forward to kiss him.
Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.
The two of you close your eyes, as if you were both waiting for this moment for the longest time. You were.
Ethan pulls away, his face filled with an emotion you can’t put your finger to.
Real sweet, but I wish you were sober
“Listen YN,” he says, now looking anywhere but you, “this was sweet. It was. But I really wish you were sober.”
You tilt your head confused. You open your mouth to ask, but Ethan quickly interrupts you. “It’s late, I’ll drive you home.”
“Wait E, I—”
“Please YN, just don’t say anything.”
You gulp, following what Ethan says. Why was he acting like this? You just confessed your feelings!
The entire ride back to your shared apartment with Anika was silent, and you can’t help but feel an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach, as well as a brand new set of tears setting in your eyes.