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michael has such horrible taste

i think that Michael has absolutely incredible balance like he does not fall at all

it was his downfall 😔✊

David: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...

Paul: ...

Marko: .....

Dwayne: ......

Michael: ..Who?

David: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Michael*

Michael: You're the most jealous man i know

David: You know other men?

Michael: ...

Michael: i’m too good of a person to be assumed to be straight

David served cunt and was a cunt

me and the and bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

Dwayne x Latina!Witch!OC

outline, please read if you’re interested in this and LET NE KNOW. Don’t just like, feel free to message me bc i’m going through a bit of a writer’s block so some encouragement and demand would help me along. Plus, the lack of fanfics in this fandom is criminal.

In a universe where Max took his time romancing Lucy (seriously, why did the entire plot of the movie occur over the course of a few days? like, i get the whole “horror movie needs to be fast-paced” aspect, but time skips are real and it would’ve built more suspense. also the reveal would’ve been better) over the course of a few months, gaining the trust and tolerance of Michael and Sam, as well as acclimating his Lost Boys to the whole “nuclear family” thing. That way, they all become friends. Except Sam is super suspicious due to the Frog brothers, and so is Grandpa and Nanook. It’ll start out the same way though, except the OC will be joining, too.

Sorry, sorry, *ahem* The Plot:

Jessamine Agustin is a floaty witch who likes to keep her presence in the corporeal world to a minimum. However, due to some personal tragedies and unexpected news, she decided the best and safest option would be to build roots and hone in her abilities more seriously. Where better than the murder capital of the world; Santa Carla? Teeming with the spirit life she so adores, Jessamine can safely practice her arts without scrutiny since most of the speculation revolves around the mysterious and ever growing Missing Persons population.

Jessamine is hired by Grandpa as a caretaker and assistant the same day as the Emersons move to town. Though initially cautious and disproving since she was supposed to take care of her father, Lucy is soon convinced of the new arrangement when it becomes easier for her to find a better job.

Grandpa gives Jessamine a lot of leeway as a employee and she often finds herself hanging out with Michael and Sam on the boardwalk. This is where the meets the dark and mysterious quartet, an odd energy surrounding them. Curiosity turns to friendship, which becomes affection towards the tall, dark and handsome biker, Dwayne.

A lot of problems arise as both a result of her presence, and that of Dwayne’s increasing affections, and the whole gang - made up of humans, witches, vampires and vampire hunters - have to find a way to get along to survive long enough to find solutions.

masterlist:

Scream

Stu Macher

Stu gives you his sweater https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/640155092786528257/stu-macher-x-reader

Bumping in to Stu at school https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/640213095624704000/stu-macher-x-reader

Date night with Stu https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/640331238183518208/stu-macher-x-reader

Modern day Stu joins in on your youtube video https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/640559570015666177/stu-macher-x-reader

Stu sneaks in to your room https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/646856016378707968/stu-macher-x-reader

Ghostface

You wake up after blacking out at Stu’s party https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/657261775711092736/ghostface-x-reader

Mickey Altieri

Mickey asks for your help on a project https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/642581219874422784/mickey-altieri-x-reader

The Lost Boys

Poly Lost Boys

Paul and Marko are arguing over who’s motorcycle you ride on https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/652426809568296960/the-lost-boys-x-reader

Paul

Paul plays with Nanook https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/650162623423348736/puppy-love-paul-the-lost-boys-x-emersonreader

Paul sees you performing with your band at the boardwalk https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/652282912246562816/paul-the-lost-boys-x-reader

You comfort an insecure Paul https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/660405565595549696/our-scars-remind-us-that-the-past-is-real

Marko

You and Marko pull pranks https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/660670062825455616/running-wild-running-free

David

You’re new to Santa Carla and meet David https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/660713328651452416/youre-lost-little-girl

The Purge

Polite Leader

The Leader finds you during Purge night https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/648933262158397440/polite-leader-the-purge-x-reader

Final Destination 3

Ian McKinley

You skip class with Ian https://anaemicvampire.tumblr.com/post/654271179252760576/high-school-never-ends-ian-mckinley-x-reader

The lost boys plinks

Please don't watch these links if you are under 16

David

David vibes

Just david vibes

David vibes

Belly bulge

Dwayne

Breeding

Dwayne vibes

Breeding again i'm sorry but he has a breeding kink

Dwayne vibes

Marko

Marko vibes

Marko Vibes

Marko vibes #3

Marko vibes #4

Paul

Morning sex with paul

Paul Vibes

Paul vibes again

Paul vibes

RULES & INFO

i DO write:

⭒ platonic / family / friendship

⭒ fluff / romance

⭒ angst ( to the best of my ability )

i DO NOT write:

⭒ kidnapping

⭒ NSFW

⭒ any homophobia or anything like that

⭒ yandere

i DO:

⭒ take requests

⭒ love comments / convos !!

⭒ accept messaging ( as long as it isn’t weird )

also if i don’t write a request you send in, it’s nothing personal!!! either i have no clue how to write it or i am and i haven’t finished it! 🫶🫶

masterlist

MASTERLIST!

FORMULA 1

mv1 - made for lovin’ you baby

ls2 - nothing yet . . !

dr3 - nothing yet . . !

ln4 - nothing yet . . !

pg10 - nothing yet . . !

fa14 - nothing yet . . !

cl16 - nothing yet . . !

ls18 - nothing yet . . !

yt22 - soft

aa23 - nothing yet . . !

zg24 - nothing yet . . !

eo31 - nothing yet . . !

ob38 - nothing yet . . !

lh44 - nothing yet . . !

cs55 - nothing yet . . !

gr63 - labyrinth ( part one )

- labyrinth ( part two )

op81 - matching bracelets

MOVIES

donnie darko - doll

- baby

- relax!

dazed and confused - nothing yet . . !

it 2017 - nothing yet . . !

gran turismo - nothing yet . . !

batman begins - nothing yet . . !

evil dead rise - nothing yet . . !

the lost boys - nothing yet . . !

the conjuring - nothing yet . . !

the amazing spider-man (or spider-man overall) - nothing yet . . !

scott pilgrim vs. the world - nothing yet . . !

dinner in america

- are you flirting?

SHOWS

brooklyn nine-nine - nothing yet . . !

avatar the last airbender - nothing yet . . !

the walking dead - nothing yet . . !

the umbrella academy - nothing yet . . !

chilling adventures of sabrina - nothing yet . . !

a series of unfortunate events - nothing yet . . !

titans - nothing yet . . !

pen15 - nothing yet . . !

MISCELLANEOUS

dc universe - father of the year.

- defiance.

- mornin’ ( just jason )

- like like! ( just damian )

- you have kids? ( just damian )

- late nights ( just dick )

- number one ( just damian )

- safe haven ( just jason )

- summer’s over ( damian and jonathan )

anything else requested will either get their own part or will be placed down here! - nothing yet . . !

working on a request rn but i have a serious question

if i were to start like writing other stuff that wasn’t always dc stuff, would u guys still be interested? i mean like writing f1 stuff, writing for shows and stuff ive seen ect??

i really wanna know 😞

even tho this won’t pop off like the rest of my works i’ll ask anyways to have it out there

def wanna hear opinions!!! ignore this if u wanna tho

For @softchonk since you asked for more vampire cowboys 🤠💫 Hope you enjoy!

Part Two: Outlaws Of Santa Carla (The Lost Boys Fanfiction/Western American AU Fanfiction) 🤠🦇✨🖤

Dwayne didn't know the future.

Yet those who thought that he truly could read a set of well illustrated divination cards bought into his predictions. 

The stagecoach driver would find gold.

The rich woman with the hideous ostrich feather hat would birth the child of a millionaire who would come to invest in the biggest cattle stock of the US. 

Overwhelmed with fool's joy, they'd bought it and allowed him on the stage passing through the outskirts of Santa Carla, the current location of the man that caused most of the bitter hatred that lived in his heart for the mass majority of his depressing childhood, wishing to know more about his heritage.

"Where are you from, Mister?" The rich woman he believed that he heard being addressed as Clara leans in, elbows dug deep into the fine silk and cloth fabric of her skirt. Her golden curls fall from her bun. 

He didn't want to explain the complicated details out of fear that his cover might be blown. He was a lost boy after all, a runaway but what would it matter if he was approaching eighteen in only two days. The mystery that being under the guise gave him was too good to forfeit now. Mystery would be his friend. 

Clara reminded him much of the women who would show up to his orphanage in the place of their husbands, parading about in handsome gowns and fake smiles that came at cost of having their names broadcasted in the daily print. He was never adopted simply because of his refusal to conform to their standards, to rid himself of the heritage, of blood that he knew was inside of him. He was of indigenous descent and wanted to know more. He refused to cut his hair and be like them. There was no way that he would allow them to take that from him. 

"Does it matter where I come from if I know where I'm going?" Dwayne had taught himself how to make his voice as soft as duck's down, wrapping all those who listened to him in his binds. "For people like me, we go where our intuition drives us."

"I suppose." She winks her eye, the aquamarine eyeshadow shimmering in the light of the sun.

Dwayne turns towards the glass outlook, curling his fingers into the metal. The stage was far from what he was used too as the bars and glass reminded him of a cell and the gentle rocking shifting to massive bumps giving him the premonition that he's on a boat about to sink. Outside, long gone was the endless slopes of golden sand and stretches of nothing as it had become healthy grass patches, tall fences and uniquely American architecture. Pristine white houses dot the land, horses who've never missed a meal and children running and playing among the gathering of pine trees.

"Do you suppose that I'll birth a boy and girl?" 

Dwayne doesn't draw his eyes from the beauty of the higher class homes, their dream worthy drawn carriages and the pastel colors that kiss the eyes. It's all so beautiful, yet, none of it seemed to call him like an outside looking in. 

Clara clears her throat pressing against her cameo choker. 

"The child will be a female."

"Then who will keep up with the investment?" She tries to hide the panic in her voice at such a revelation. "A woman bidding in stocks or keeping up with the numbers in cattle. How preposterous."

"She will be strong enough to handle it." Though he could know less about what the future holds, he felt a burn of annoyance at the woman's thinking. 

Determined, Clara pushes against Dwayne. "Maybe I will try and by the grace of God, he'll allow me a son. Just like in the good book with Moses and Hannah."

Dwayne lifts his chin, hair falling in sheets from around his neck. "Tarot isn't known to run hand and hand with the bible. You will bear no sons."

"Maybe you should give the cards another read, just for the sake of-."

The stagecoach jolts back, nearly knocking him clean from his seat. The driver gives a sharp yell, stopping the horses as they snort and pull against him, kicking their hooves on the ground in an odd rage. 

"Just because a male is born it doesn't mean that he won't be an addlehead."

Dwayne stands up, tipping his hat to the lady who doesn't say another word. Her eyebrows knit as the predictions of Dwayne of being a millionaire's wife seem to no longer carry as much weight as heavy as birthing a daughter. 

"Be careful who you trust and the very best of luck to you, whatever you do with your fortune."

Leaving out the red door with nothing but a pack of cards and a will to find where he belongs, a strong fear fills him as he watches the horses in their madness, pulling and pushing with a strength that he never witnessed among the animals. The stagecoach driver seemed too focused on his whip, yelling demands that seem to carry no weight to say his goodbyes. 

"What is this?" Dwayne, confused, steps onto the dust street. Instead of a home sits a building bigger than any he'd seen his life. This was no home, it couldn't be. He had heard rumors that his father was wealthy, but this wealthy? This madness!

Massive stone walls arch towards the hills, dipping below in the distance. Gargoyles hang above three stories of large windows plastered against brick walls. Pillars hold lions snarling at the entry gate that hold not a single crack or error. Perfection. 

A shadow appears from the base of the gate, towering above Ambrose from behind the bars. "What brings you here to Atlantis Hotel?"

Dwayne's entire being could be swallowed up in the man's shadow, his face pressed into his skull and eyes huge. Meeting his eyes, he could melt in both the man's harsh glare and the heat of the summer sun.

"I'm looking for someone."

The guard's eyes knit together. "So is every other man."

"But I am the exception, Sir. I have coin to pay for my stay while I go about my adventures finding this special someone in their child's game of hide and seek." 

"Coin?" The man barks. "You'll need more than a coin to get in here."

Dwayne smiles, trying to recall all the smooth interactions that he had seen men in the town use to make the bartenders give them free refills. Even if it doesn't work, he would have to try something.

"Of course." Dwayne places his fingers through the gate bars. "Coin is simply play money for men like me."

"You mean boys?" 

Ambrose reaches into his pocket, revealing a rolled up fold of money. The roll, despite being large, wasn't filled with money but playing cards covered by one dollar bills. 

The man's eyes nearly bulge at the sight. 

"It isn't much but for some men this would be much more than poker money."  He had repeated the entire conversation from something that he had overheard before on the streets between the cry of buggies wheels and horses. 

 The gates open and like a charm, Dwayne walks through the gates. With a flick of the brown tie that binds the money together, he frees a few dollars bills won from an earlier game at the last saloon he'd visited. It wasn't much but enough to buy him a room for the next day. Enough to help him find his father.

"We have beaches." The large man drones on, his sharp and overbearing attitude long gone. 

"That is Santa Carla's speciality." Dwayne says blankly. 

"And great fishing waters if that is much to your liking." 

Dwayne stops, his eyes surveying the man. He has the upper hand now. "Do not kiss the ground that I walk on. I am not the president but a mere man blessed with money. Know your worth." 

"Of course." The man pauses before lifting his finger to gather Dwayne's attention again. "Have you heard about the vampires that roam this town?" 

Dwayne, drawn in by the silliness of the statement laughs. "Yes. I am one of them."

The design of the inside is far beyond his dreams. 

Everything is more grand than the next, striking him as more of something that belongs to the future rather than the present of 1870. He couldn't find the words to describe the anger raging inside of him at the sight. 

This is what my father owns. This is what he had and he pushed me away because of who my kin is, because of who he once loved. He was ashamed for nothing. 

"Greetings, new commer." A voice calls from the top of the staircase. "You look quite young to be here. Rich father? Mother inherited a will or something more?

Nothing stands among the gold railing. A cold wisp of air swings past Ambrose, drawing him back. Taking a stance against whatever it could be, the owner of the voice lays idly against the counter of the lobby, pale blue eyes looking out. White blonde hair glows in the light of a oil lit scone in the shape of a majestic lion. A rather handsome young man, but it was no way that he could be older than him.

Definitely not who I'm looking for. He thought with disappointment. 

"Cat has your tongue?" He croons, his voice deep. 

Dwayne shakes his head. "No. I'm just taking in the designs." 

"Really?" He turns his head, pushing his hands into the pockets of his tartan button up to revel a short writing quill. 

Dwayne felt a burning sink through his chest. This person was toying with him.

"My name is David and yours?" He asks, reaching for a gold bound notepad.

"Dwayne."

David snickers. "Surely you have a last name?"

"I do." 

"What might it be?"

"Stephans."

David smiles with his teeth, lowering his eyes in a near animalistic way. "You share a last name with our owner, Dwayne."

Dwayne could bite through his lip. "What a coincidence." 

Part Three: Outlaws Of Santa Carla (The Lost Boys Fanfiction/Western American Fanfiction AU Fanfiction)🤠🦇✨🖤

If Paul was to be turned, he was going without a fight.

Slipping through the branches of the trees with far from graceful grabs for the bark, only his fear in the silence of the woods propelled him. The canopy  of dark green clustered pines remained still, not a needle moving among the darkness. 

Night had come as everyday promised and with it was the truth that he would be caught. He didn't have the speed or the strength that Marko had or the hunger to hunt him in return. Paul had become prey now, losing his place as the shadow watching from afar as others found themselves trembling in his current position. 

"Only a few hours 'till sunrise, then you can see yourself out of here. Only a few more hours." Paul's voice remained as a soft echo in his head as every thought was aided with a weak attempt to regain a steady breath. 

Gripping on to the grooves of the tree, holsting himself farther into the crook of the thickest limbs, forcing himself into a much more comfortable position. Would he really have the will to hurt his closest friend or would he have to give in to his friend's monstrous actions? It was clear that Marko didn't want him dead but had a far worst fate in mind. Either he could accept the curse and live as a social outcast or try his best at taking down Marko and getting away scot free with a well crafted story of his heroism and fight with a dangerous vampire. He could be the hero that he had always strived to be. He could do something in honor of his father for one last time.

Paul felt a tear prickle at the thought of the day he had taken down his father, the person closest to him and it had been the worst agony that one could dream of suffering. 

Could he do it again? 

Paul's thoughts were becoming more and more overwhelming, blocking out the world around and below him. Armed with nothing but a stolen military knife and an empty pistol, his chance of hunting Marko in return was far too slim to even revisit those thoughts. 

A rustle through the branches facing him snaches him from his thoughts as the forest lit with life. The cries and songs of the once silent birds of the forest filled that air so loud that gripping his ears became an instant response. The beating of wings sounded louder than his heart.

Kicking out at the slant in the tree, bark explodes from the surface, raining down on the ground below. 

"I'm gonna die!" Reaching out for a higher hanging branch, his fingers barely found the separated twigs, pulling a few of the, off before gaining a stable hold. Blood dripped down his wrist as he held on tighter to the branch, swaying under his weight. 

"You aren't gonna die, Paul. You're gonna live forever." A shadow hunched over the adjacent branch, hands on knees, golden eyes glaring and an array of forest dwelling birds perched on his shoulders. The gleam of a black and silver dagger slicing through the air caught Paul's eyes. The very thing that could save him or turn him. 

Letting go of the branch, his stomach dropped.

Marco darted forward through the branches, weapon extended but not close enough to meet with Paul's skin. With barely enough time to balance on the branch below him, Paul summoned all the strength possible and swung forward. Grabbing  his friend with a strength that he never knew that he had within him, the slant branch snapped. Paul fought for a grip on something, anything, but the claws of his friend dragged him farther into the air. Falling through the splay of branches, Paul had already come to terms with defeat. 

The flock of birds surrounded them in a cloud of black, each one pecking at his skin and attempting to claw through the thickness of his hair. 

Paul, barely able to make out Marko kept pushing against him, ignoring the fear of the steady fall to win. A sharp ring and the scream of Marko echoes as the branches of a short pine crash into Marko, tangling them both in a mess of pine needles. Holding on to him, both float feet above the forest floor as if they had never fallen. 

It hit him with a sharp knowing like no other, They are floating.

He had seen Marko do it, but as he held on to his friend, so was he. 

Searching his friend for the thing they had crossed endless miles for, he found nothing.

"Where is the dagger?" Paul screamed over the beat of one hundred wings, grabbing Marko's chin and tilting it so that their eyes met. 

Marko simply snarled, fangs dangerously close to his flesh. His nails could rip him apart but aided with adrenaline, he was numb to the steady scraping of claws on his sides. 

Marko's empty hands drive Paul deeper into a frenzy of anxiety. "Marko, you need that dagger."

With that, the air that had once held him so tight let go without warning, leaving him snatching at the air. 

Hear me out. As a person who studies Paganism and even dabbles and animism, what if I was to write about the witches of Santa Carla. I feel like that would be so interesting. A coven of witches who are in love with the Lost Boys but are also hunted by the frog brothers and the vampire hunters. Get this, Star was once a witch in their coven-

Enough yes votes and I'll drop the plot....

"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."

- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)

Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.

Let me know in the comments if you would like to be tagged on release day!

"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."

- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)

Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.

"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."

- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)

Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.