#...i've only noticed just now that I forgot to draw the stripes on one of her arms. my character. that i've drawn so many times

[gwinverarrouz]

So, huh, I've overworked myself pretty badly, and now I'm taking a break. Take care!

[one-boring-person]

Bon Appetit.

Marko (The Lost Boys) x reader

Warnings: light sexual references

Context: Marko and the reader enjoy a date together in an ice cream cafe, after hours.

A/N: I've based this idea off of the ice cream shops I know and love in Germany, specifically the Italian ones I've always grown up with, seeing as they make up a large part of my childhood 😅 I thought Marko would fit this fic the best, although I'm sure Paul would probably also do something similar 😂

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"A surprise? Really?" I roll my eyes playfully, laughing as Marko pouts at me, pushing lightly against his shoulder.

"I thought you liked surprises?" He groans, slightly deflated as he leads me over to his bike.

"I do, I'm just messing with you." I reassure him, climbing onto the motorcycle with a smile on my face, eagerly wrapping my arms around his waist as he situates himself in front of me, my hands splaying over the hard muscle of his lower abdomen.

"Thank God, you worried me there for a sec. You're gonna really like this one." The mischievous vampire promises me, sounding slightly relieved as he kickstarts the engine, revving it loudly, scaring a few pedestrians around us. Giggling, I tighten my grip as he steers us onto the main road, whooping in ecstasy as he starts maneuvering in and out of the traffic, annoying other road users with his reckless driving, protests and insults thrown out of the windows at us as we pass; in response, Marko only speeds up, calling out in exhilaration, flipping some of them off. At one point, we pass the other boys who are going in the opposite direction, all of whom call out in greeting, especially Paul's candid "keep it PG!" , which draws an eyeroll from me and a shout of exasperation from Marko.

After twenty minutes or so, the curly haired vampire pulls up outside a dimly lit cafe, the interior of which is completely empty, giving me the impression that it is closed, the darkened neon sign also being a bit of a giveaway. Having cut the engine, Marko helps me off the bike and instantly picks me up, slinging me onto his back so he's giving me a piggyback as he walks me closer to the building, allowing me to fully recognise what exactly the cafe is.

"An ice cream shop? What're we doing here?" I question him, lifting an eyebrow as he giggles, his muscles adjusting under my weight.

"We're gonna get ice cream, what else?" He laughs, his smirk nearly audible.

"Last time I checked, it actually has to be open for people to get an ice cream." I point out, giving him a light whack on the chest.

"Lucky I'm not technically a person, then." He responds, moving to go down the side of the building, stopping outside a fire exit.

"Right, I forgot." I sigh, internally facepalming as I realise what in fact we're actually going to do.

He chuckles, before lifting one hand to pry open the door with his superior strength, leading me inside.

As we enter, I take a look around the gaudily decorated interior, remembering it to be an Italian place, run by a German migrant, flashes of memories from this place surfacing as we continue on to the dining area, nostalgia flooding me. The decorations haven't changed, and neither has the layout, but the seating has, and so has the range of flavours available - there are at least twenty more than when I last went. Neatly arranged sundae glasses line the shelves behind the counter, the dull blue lights highlighting the mirrored wall giving the whole place a ghostly aura, the freezers giving off a low buzzing sound as they run on the overnight generators the owners have always been fond of, keeping the ice cream contained in the chrome containers cold.

Marko lets me drop down onto the floor, smirking at me as he vaults over the counter, easily clearing the glass cover with his supernatural agility, the vampire then proceeding to switch on the main lights, illuminating the wide area brightly. Grabbing a glass off the shelf, he takes the covers off some of the ice cream containers, picking up a scoop and coming to the cashier, where he pretends to be waiting to take an order.

"What are you doing? We'll get caught!" I hiss at him, looking worriedly towards the front window, where there are a few pedestrians walking past, though they don't seem to be paying any attention.

"Mind tricks, sweets. No one knows we're here." He reassures me, gesturing me closer with the scoop, "What'd you want?"

Laughing, I go to inspect the flavours, choosing my old favourites just to reminisce, watching as Marko heaps a ridiculously large amount of each into the glass, offering me cream and other toppings along with it. I answer accordingly, thanking him as he passes it over the counter, licking a trickle of ice cream off my finger as it runs down the side of the glass.

"That'll cost you." He grins, leaning over the counter on his elbows, puckering his lips teasingly.

"Oh will it, now?" I retort, leaning in closer to him, lightly touching my lips to his before going to pull away.

"Ah, ah, not enough." He smirks as he pulls me back in, pressing his lips against mine much harder than before, gently licking at my lower lip before pulling back, laughing at my flustered expression. Blushing, I turn and go to a table, sitting on one of them with my feet on the seat, eyeing the blonde vampire as he creates his own sundae, loading it up with all sorts of toppings and sauces, giggling as he manages to spill chocolate sauce over his white cropped shirt, a colourful curse escaping him as he notices. Once finished, he hops back over the counter and comes over to me, smiling happily as he sits on the table beside me.

"Bon appetit." He says, gently clinking the two glasses together before tucking in, the two of us eating our ice cream together in comfortable silence. Soon enough, the sugary ice cream has created a light buzz in my body, energy suddenly racing through my veins as I dip my finger into the mingled residue at the bottom of the glass. Leaning forwards, I drag the finger over the shoulder of Marko's jacket, knowing he'll be pissed off by the action, placing my glass down on the table as I hop off, giggling loudly as he protests. Skipping away, I manage to avoid the vampire's initial grab, running to the far side of the dining area and hopping up on one of the table tops, watching as Marko approaches me, a devious smirk plastered across his face, his hand held ominously behind his back. Eyeing him, I gauge the distance between me and the table to my right, before leaping across the gap and jumping straight back to the floor, racing back around to the front of the room as he falls in behind me, goading me on. Reaching the counter, I go to hop over it, only to be pulled backwards by a pair of muscular arms, one of his hands instantly coming round to cup my chin and face, leaving sweet ice cream all over my skin, his giddy cackle resonating in my ears as he pulls me back against his chest, a squeal escaping me in protest.

"What, you thought you could get away?" He teases, turning me to face him as he puts me back down on my feet, looking over my now-sticky features.

"I thought I could try." I pout, looking down at the new stain on his coat, "Sorry about your jacket."

"Don't worry, it'll come out. Sorry about your face." He grins, showing me that he's not sorry at all.

"It'll come out." I mimic him, only to yelp in surprise when he leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek, his tongue darting out to lick away a stripe of ice cream from the skin, "Hey!"

"What? I'm trying to help!" The vampire reassures me, only to laugh when I push him away, grabbing a napkin off the counter to wipe my face clean without the aid of his mouth.

"Aww, killjoy." He accuses me, rubbing at his coat absentmindedly, his thumb between his teeth.

"Not a killjoy, just don't want you licking my face. You're not a dog, after all." I explain, turning back to face him.

"You don't mind it in the bedroom." Marko smirks, suggestively, lifting am eyebrow at my flustered expression.

"Shut up." I scold him, biting my lip as warmth rushes through my body.

"You love it," He points out, leaning closer to me, "Wanna take this home?"

At the implication, I look at him, smirking as I carefully nod, giggling as he pulls me out of the room, leaving our dirty glasses behind.