#the lost boys dwayne x male y/n

[p4r4syte]

if youre cold, theyre cold. Let Them In.

[lazywerebat]

David: you know, we could have killed you if we wanted–

male! y/n: yeah? so could another human being, so could a dog even a duck. you aren't special.

Boys: ...

David: listen here you little piece of shit–

[astr0exe]

js wanna get this some more love:(

Coming out as transmasc to the lost boys ??

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY BRAIN FAR TOO LONG

TW : some sexual content at the very end

Lets be real, Marko and Paul deffo uses he/they so the boys would be supportive if you came out no matter if you were more fem presenting or masc or andro

If you are fem presenting they totally help you find masc clothes, probably stuff that aligns with their punk vibe, Paul would cut your hair if it was long so it can look how you have always wanted cause hes just so sweet (lil baba)

If you are masc presenting they would probably just chill with the knowledge, unsure of how to fully react and still respecting you and your pronouns.

If you were in a sexual relationship with any of the guys (or all of them!!) i feel they would try to reinforce how masculine you are ‘pretty boy’ ‘baby boy’ ‘handsome’ etc

im absolutely gagged for these boys

[i-arch-my-backula]

"No way, I'm new wave": The Lost Boys x Male! reader

This is something I started to work on awhile ago but set it aside because I didn't know where to go with it, but after y'all voted on that poll I finished it. I hope y'all enjoy.

Content includes: Swearing, mentions of an orgy and sex (nothing NSFW actually happens), descriptions of the readers outfit (no body descriptions), hallucinations if you squint, reader eats fake maggots, use of Y/N, he/him pronouns and masculine terms used to refer to reader

Paul has never been gone for this long before. Sure there were times the four of them went their separate ways and they had some time by themselves, but he specifically told them he’d be back within ten minutes and now, almost half an hour later, he’s still not here. David is getting fed up with this, not being much of someone who wants to be seen waiting around for someone else. 

“Where the hell is he?” He asks rhetorically, dismounting from his bike and looking over at Marko and Dwayne. Marko Shrugs his shoulders and Dwayne looks out at the boardwalk. The three of them stay silent for a few more moments before Dwayne starts to walk and the other two follow after him. They walk for two minutes in silence until they come across Paul, sitting at a table with some random guy in a, well a seemingly random outfit. Purple pants, black and white shoes, some obscured black band shirt underneath a grid patterned button up and a bright blue sports coat with buttons and pins all over it, not to mention this guy’s hair probably has an entire can of hairspray in it. That guy just so happening to be you.

“Are you really a punk?” They hear Paul ask you. You raise your eyebrows and lean on the table you’re sitting at with him.

“Punk?” You ask in a rhetorical tone, “No way, I’m new wave. Totally different head. Totally.” You explain, gesturing with one of your hands, your tone slightly jesting.

“Right.” Paul agrees in a matching joking tone, picking up his drink and taking a sip of it. David comes up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Paul. We’ve been looking all over for you.” He looks over at you with his signature smile. “Who’s your new friend?” He asks, trying to keep his tone light. You stand up and give him a smile, holding out your hand for him to shake, your rings glinting dully in the lights of the boardwalk. 

“I’m Y/N. I didn’t mean to keep your friend from you but he commented on my pins and we started talking from there.” You say. David shakes your hand, his cold leather glove pressing against the warmth of your hand. 

“No problem at all.” He says, Dwayne and Marko soon coming up to the table, looking between Paul, David and you. 

“This guy is pretty cool.” Pauls says with a sort of vagueness to his tone. David keeps his eyes on you and nods, all four pairs of eyes on you, mostly looking over your outfit and choice of pins. 

“Ban the bum.” Marko says, squinting as he focuses his eyes on your pin. “And who’s that supposed to be on your pin?” He asks. You look down at your blazer and search for the one he’s talking about.

“Oh that’s Ronald Regan. I think you can tell that I’m not a big fan of the current way this country is being run.” You say, looking back up at him. Paul and Marko have wide grins on their faces as they look down between each other. David’s smile is more subtle and Dwayne is still stoic as always. 

“You fit in well here. I’m surprised you aren’t at some punk music show. Or I should say New Wave.” David says, an air of light hearted teasing in his voice. 

“Haven’t heard of any bands my style playing tonight.” You say as Paul stands up from his seat. “You guys look like you’d be at one of those shows too.” Your smile gets wider and your tone more playful. 

“You’d drive here?” Dwayne asks, finally speaking. Your attention turns to him and you shake your head. 

“I’m trying to drive less. I take the bus to most places. Not to get political again but we need more funding for public transport.” You tap your fingers on the table and pick up your drink. “You want to drive me home or murder me?” You tease, taking a sip of your drink before Paul chuckles. 

“You ever ridden a motorbike?” David asks, pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket and lighting it, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. You shake your head and shake your cup, setting it down on the table again. 

“Closest I’ve gotten to a motorbike is when one ran over my foot when I was 15.” After a pause you speak again, “I wasn’t serious about y’all taking me home. You don’t have to do that.” You say, feeling the outside of your pockets. “I’ve got a bus ticket. I’m a big boy, I can handle myself.”

“Who says we want to take you home.” Marko says, that grin still on his face. You nod your head and look away from the four of them for a moment. 

“I’m not interested in whatever orgy the four of you have planned. What you do with each other in the privacy of your house is none of my business but I don’t want to sleep with some people I just met.” You try to keep your tone light hearted but still serious enough to let them know you’re not joking. Then the four men chuckle, even Dwayne. 

“We’re not talking about sex.” David says, taking another drag of his cigarette. He keeps chuckling as he blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth. “We just have a place we want to show you. Somewhere you’ve probably never been before.” He shrugs and you cross your arms loosely over your chest. Against your better judgment you nod your head and keep your eyes on David.

“Alright. Let’s see what this place is.” You say, David smiling wider with your agreement. 

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After a ride on the back of Paul’s bike that felt like hours you arrived at a cave on the shore line, an abandoned place for sure. You walk in with David as the other boys run ahead, lighting barrels with torches and filling the space with light. 

“This place used to be a grand hotel where the rich and famous stayed in the 1800s. That was until the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This hotel sank underground, never to be seen again.” David explains, sitting down in what appears to be an antique wheelchair as the other boys settle around, you following suit. “Now this place is ours.” He says with a wide smile. 

“What a rich backstory.” You say with a jesting tone, nodding your head as Paul pulls out a box of chinese take out.

“You still hungry?” He asks, a smile on his face. “I saved this.” You take the box from him and the plastic spoon he hands you. Opening the box you find white rice, which you don’t remember ordering but you know it usually comes with chinese food. You take a bite and they start to chuckle. 

“How are the maggots?” David asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Excuse me?” You ask, already getting another spoonful of rice. 

“You’re eating maggots, Y/N.” You chuckle now and look down at the rice, finding that somehow the rice turned into a box full of live maggots. You loosen your grip on the box before quickly grabbing it again, some of the maggots spilling out of the top. The boys break out into full on laughter. You look back up at David and, with as straight of a face you can muster, you take a spoonful of the maggots and put it back into your mouth. 

Their laughter dies down and David continues to watch you, his smile shrinking but not going away completely. Once it’s in your mouth you look back down at the box and see it’s back to rice. 

“I didn’t take you as the kind of person who enjoys eating live bugs.” David jests, tapping his fingers on his knee as you chew. 

“Can’t eat something that isn’t real.” You retort in a less cheerful manner. He just smiles even wider at that. 

“What’s real is the snake around your hips.” He says, raising his eyebrows for a moment. You scoff and shake your head before you feel movement where your belt is. Looking down you find a black snake slithering its way around your hips.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, jumping up from your seat as the boys start laughing again. You look back up at David and brush off the snake only to find that it’s gone, and in its place is your belt again. “Is there a gas leak in here or something?” You ask in a genuine tone, only making the boys laugh harder. David shakes his head and motions for you to sit back down, which you do slowly. 

“It’s safe down here, don’t worry about it.” He looks over at Paul with some kind of undertone you can’t quite pick up on and Paul gets up, walking over somewhere behind David. “Now maggots don’t bother you but snakes do?” You stare at him with a sour expression before you reply. 

“My mind thinking a box of rice is a box of maggots is one thing but feeling a real snake on my body out of nowhere is another.” You say, trying to hide your clearly tense tone. 

“You’re not scared are you?” Marko teases, a grin wide on his face as you look over at him. You hesitate before you shake your head and look back over at David.

“I’m just fine.” You say, putting on your best poker face as Paul returns with a glamorously decorated bottle. He hands it to David who starts to unscrew the top. He takes a sip from the bottle and looks back over at you.

“You drink Y/N?” He asks, adjusting his position on the wheelchair and leaning over to hand you the bottle. You look down at it and slowly take it from his hands. 

“You make homemade wine or something?” You ask, smelling the liquid inside the bottle. It’s got a metallic smell to it along with the alcohol, unlike any wine you’ve smelled before. 

“You could say that.” David says with that same smug expression he’s had on for most of the night. “Why don’t you try some?” He asks. You look down at the bottle again and give it another smell. 

“Come on, try some. Don’t be a wuss.” Paul says in a teasing tone, returning to where he was sitting. Dwayne nods his head and Marko looks at you expectantly. Against your better judgment you take a drink of the wine, earning a cheer from the boys. Marko pats your shoulder in a friendly way and Paul makes a noise of excitement. Dwayne smiles and David nods his head. 

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.” David says, taking the bottle back from you and screwing the cap back on. You know it couldn’t have been normal wine, but one sip won’t kill you, what’s the worst that could happen?

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hii how are you I was wondering if you could write a fic about The Lost Boys x Male reader Where reader is the youngest and they all forget about his birthday and see him crying they start to feel guilty and go to apologize to him. But he also forgot that it was his birthday and the reason he was crying because he was reading a book and saw a sad scene Sorry if it doesn't make sense 😭

Don't cry little bat

Lost Boys x kid reader (platonic)

warning : fluff, angst, crying, reader is a kid

Info : So here is your request dear anon I was not shure (with the youngest) what you meant so I did the reader as a kid. If I missunderstood it write me and I do it again. If not have fun reading ;)

masterlist

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The night of the shapes, the night on the beaches where they went hunting for their star and their two little bats. The two little bats especially wanted to eat and eat a lot.

Poor Star could hardly keep up with telling stories from distant worlds and she told the boys more than clearly that they should hurry up.

A night full of stress due to the few victims in the cooler winter months, as cool as Santa Carla can be when the ice cream is still melting. But no tourists and people meant no food and no lake meant hunger and hunger only leads to strife.

The blond leader didn't want to give up, it was the second day they had been feeding on a few homeless people and even his zigartte didn't seem to bother his nerves.

,,Take it easy, it'll be fine," he heard the terse words from Dwayne, who was well aware of his leader's inner turmoil. Each of the three could see the almost nervous look into the night in search of heartbeats.

It was a night that frustrated the three of them and when they heard an ,,Oh no, that's not good" from Paul, they also saw the blond vampire suddenly holding a notebook in his hands. The notebook they had given him to write down his thoughts and ideas for anything, but in this case it seemed to contain something else.

,,Oh no?" Marko asked and his grin seemed to disappear as he looked over Paul's shoulder at Dwayne and David. ,,Y/n birthday...it's today," Marko whispered and David bit his tongue in horror as Dwayne let out a sigh.

They had forgotten it in their search for food. Cursing came from the group as they all cursed themselves and their infinity for forgetting their little field mouse's birthday.

A silent look from David to the others made them all disappear into the nact in the hours they had left to search for food and presents.

For something they could give the little boy. Minutes dragged into hours, dragged and dragged until the figures met in front of the entrance to the cave alone, a small box in their hands containing gifts.

Inside the cave, however, they were greeted with a crying sound. A cry that did not come from Laddie or Star, a cry that worried them.

An exchange of glances with Star let the veir know that the little boy was probably not calming down. ,,Bat, what's wrong? Listen...we should have been here more," David began and the other three started to hand over the present, trying to straighten out the situation somehow.

Star seemed to know what they wanted to do and seemed to have her own presents in hand. "Right, we're always here from now on," Paul added and was ready to literally throw the gift to the little one when they heard a sniffle and Y/n suddenly spun around.

Tears were in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. My-my book...the little frog is...the frog is dead" he sniffled and showed his family the book he had received a few days ago. Marko finally found his grin again and couldn't help but laugh.

The little bat didn't cry because of his forgotten birthday, a birthday he had forgotten himself. The others joined in the giggling and Star lifted the little vampire in her arms.

,,That's not good... but I think your brothers have brought you something... something to take away your tears," Star said and nudged Dwayne, who handed the little boy his present first before the others joined in.

The night of tears turned into a night of presents, hugs and stories that finally made the little vampire laugh again.

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[n30nwrites]

Bring Me To Life (Prologue)

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

a/n: prologue for this fanfic, this will also be on AO3 and wattpad. Preface for this, fuck Max :}

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Oc uses they/she pronouns. Will be using both, Y/n refers to them as both sibling and sister, which is okay

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

It was one thing moving the United States to California by yourself, it was another thing bringing your 15-year-old sibling with you, not to live with you, but to stay just until summer was over and school was starting again, your parents believed it would help with their 'rebellious streak'. That streak being that they just don't care enough to do class work and keep staying up all night playing video games, therefore they fall asleep in class.

Nik had a firm belief in changing the radio whenever any song that they didn't like came on, and you had a firm belief that your sibling needed to shut up because you liked your music and if you had to drive without some good tunes you would probably turn into the next psycho on the news.

You two did listen to similar music, but for this trip it was specifically 80s and 90s songs that you shouted loudly, windows were rolled down because the air conditioner in your car didn't work. It was small and shitty and cost a year of pay, thankfully your parents were there to let you live rent free. One of the few things you could be thankful for.

"Do you know how to be quiet?" Your sibling groaned, their jacket wrapped around their body despite how hot it was, "Put on Hozier, or Doja, hell I'll even take Taylor Swift over this... What is this shit?"

'Cry little sister'

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me about my music taste-"

'Thou shall not fall'

"What's wrong with mine?"

Come, come to your brother

"It's literally only tiktok songs, half of them aren't even good."

'Thou shall not die'

"At least I don't say 'They sung this on Glee'"

'Unchain me, sister'

"Every hot, mentally ill, gay person went through a Glee faze."

Thou shall not fear

"I didn't"

'Love is with your brother'

"That's why I said hot."

'Thou shall not kill'

You quickly stuck your tongue out in a childish way, before looking back into the road, ignoring your sibling who mumbled and repeated your words. "Theres a reason we're heading to Santa Cruz. Found a nice place right near the beach so we can-"

"Sleep all day, and party all night. I know, you've said it hundreds of times." Nik had heard the phrase from you so many times, you had tried to show them your favorite movie, even almost tricked them into it, but they were quick to leave the room. They simply hated it because you loved it, something you were forced to accept about them.

The car ride became silent as you got closer, to fill it, Nik had turned up the radio as it switched to a different song.

"Finally some MJ." The beat of Billie Jean came in, causing you to start tapping your hands to it as your merged.

"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene" The two of you belted the lyrics, switching over the 80s playlist to one consistently of Michael Jackson. "I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one" you shook your head, "Who will dance" you turned to your sibling and sung the words to them before turning back, repeating it each time you sung, "on the floor" again "in the round?" and then turned back, "She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round"

The house that you bought with a loan wasn't the biggest, at least not compared to your parents house. Two bedrooms, One master and One guest, and 1 in a half bathrooms. The half bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, which Nik tried to get but was quickly locked out. They would be staying in the guest room, while you set it up they would help. They were also supposed to attempt to find a job this summer, as their parents wanted Nik to learn some responsibility. 

"Okay, change outfits, shower if you need to! We are going to the beach!" You were excited, thrumming almost. You felt as if you belonged.

"I'm tired."

"Party all night!" You yelled, grabbing a suit case filled with your clothes. The two of you didn't have a lot. A few suitcases filled with clothes, and then a few boxes for the rooms. You didn't even have mattresses yet.

"Let's just sleep a bit." A nap did sound good, you didn't have the best sleep due to the anxiety about the drive.

"Fine, a nap! I'm setting an alarm." Nik went into your room, both of you grabbing the blankets and laying them on the floor, setting up some pillows and collapsing as soon as you could.

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you woke up to Nik shaking your shoulder, harsh rain hitting the window and the house was shaking.

"The doors are opening."

You stood up quick, running out of the bedroom to the backdoor refusing to close. You pushed against it but it quickly fell open, so you held the door. "Grab the heavy boxes." Nik followed through, pushing against the doors as lightning flashed. "It wasn't supposed to storm."

"Don't they get Hurricanes here." A siren went off, "Well-"

"Not another tornado." You groaned. You had your fair shair of them, being where your from. "We need to grab our shit, head to the basement."

The house shook again, you two grabbed your phones and chargers, rushing down into the basement that still had cobwebs. Nik almost ran upstairs at the sight of them, claiming they would rather take their chance with the tornado. You had to basically pulled them down as you two sat in the basement, the house shook as you two fell to the ground, hitting your heads.

Your eyes rolled back, your vision turns black as your body hits the ground. Your siblings hand lays against yours as their body falls onto you, and in that moment, you had gone through the impossible.

[gothamslostboy]

i have no proper idea for this but

hear me out

the lost boys x male reader going camping

all platonic 🫶

because even if their old vampires imagine them getting frustrated trying to set up a tent n the readers like “i got this move over” because the reader is a camping lover boy !! so he can make fires build tents make food super easily yknow ??

A/N: hello anon! I’m sorry this is kinda short, but I’ve never been camping myself. I did a little research & learning about it was fun:] thank you so much for the request! I love writing romantic fics, but I think I enjoyed this even more.

It Camp Get Better Than This

Platonic Lost Boys x Gender Neutral Reader

You David Marko Dwayne Paul

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You’re my best friend Y/N-

Hey!

You’re one of my best friends Y/N, you’re supposed to deal with second hand embarrassment!

Watching Marko & David try to set up their tent had been funny for the first 10 minutes, but now that they’ve reached the 45 minute mark it was more pathetic. I had left no stone unturned searching the internet for 100% black out tents, desperate to have a camping trip with my friends. Eventually I managed to find someone online, willing to custom make 2 of them for a steep price. But it’ll be worth it to share something I love with them for probably the first time in decades.

After setting up my tent, a regular one a friend gifted to me years ago, I offered to help the boys set up their tents. Of course, they all insisted minus Paul that they knew exactly what they were doing. Dwayne caved after 20 minutes, but the other two nocturnal know-it-alls were still going strong.

Besides, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, because we’re doing it fine! Almost done.

The tent collapses once again as I stifle a laugh, a courtesy Paul and Dwayne didn’t seem to have. Paul was literally rolling on the ground laughing, and i took my chance to assemble the tent when Marko and David got up to yell at him.

Hours passed as we joked around, David sharing stories of his past life as a gunslinger in the Wild West. His stories were fascinating, my enthrallment only breaking briefly to chuckle at Dwayne’s remarks.

So you remember how to ride a horse but Y/N had to light the fire? Real impressive memory Dave.

The stories continue until 4 am, when everyone decided to head to sleep, me more so because of my heavy eyelids than the looming sunrise that would approach soon.

We all said our good mornings as we shuffled to our tents, Dwayne making me promise I’d teach him how to identify the different species of plants around our camp the next night. I agreed, and after a strange look and a barely audible nerds from Paul, the 4 boys disappeared into their tents. I stayed up a little longer, putting out our fire and hanging our my food from the trees to protect it from wild animals. When my head finally hit my pillow, I was out like a light.

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[lebenspurpur]

Poly! Lost boys with a shifter mate? (Male s/o)

Like seeing as they're vampires and the s/o is their enemy species, how would that play out?

Explanation;

Shifter = basically a werewolf

But instead of shifting on a full moon they can shift whenever. Although to replace the full moon shift, they have heats(👀) on full moons.

AN: Shorter than I wanted but I'll try to post your other asks quickly, to make up for it :)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 631words

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Who would accept their mate's species earliest, first to last:

Paul is the first one to act accepting and understanding. David always tries to make the other boys understand how dangerous other species can be, worrying and fretting like a mother. Paul has decided long ago that he doesn't really care, and that he'll focus on personality, not on species.

The second one is Marko. Marko is heavily influenced by the "older" vampires, they all see him as the youngest, most vulnerable member. He has to get to know the person first, but after a few hours of having fun together, every tiny splash of worry he had, has been washed away.

The third one to cave in is David. He tends to be wary of strangers, manipulating and charming them first until he knows them good enough. With other species, his caution is even worse. It takes him a bit of trust to understand that his/their mate is neither human nor a vampire.

Dwayne is the last one to get over the "different species" thing. He is the most careful one in the group, his trust needs to get earned. Dwayne is also the last to open up to their mate, needing to get grounded and close first.

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Marko is really fascinated with your special abilities. He wants to know what you can do, what makes you different, what makes you pretty, he has thousands and thousands of questions.

Paul really doesn't care about the species, as said before. He cares about personality, hobbies, likes, and dislikes, your character means so much more than his species to him.

David is the one wary of other people of your kind. While he trusts you, other people could still be a threat and unless he has to, he is not going to interact with them.

After you've earned Dwayne's trust, your gender, race, species, whatever, is not important anymore. You have Dwayne's confidence now and, no matter what you are, he'll guard and protect you from now on.

Marko and Paul are the most affectionate ones, that's for sure. They adore cuddling, touching, whatever skin contact they can get. You'll probably get sandwiched pretty often.

David and Dwayne are the most protective. David feels like he should be extra-careful because he is their "leader" in a way, after all, he really doesn't want you to get hurt. Dwayne is just a protective person. I feel like acting wary and possessive is just his way of showing love and support.

If you have any "issues" connected to your species, a certain pain, a heat cycle, you get it, the whole group is quick to focus on your wellbeing. They are immortal and usually, they don't get to feel pain during their everyday life so they really, really suffer with you instead. Everything gets done to make you feel better.

David and Paul are the ones that use a lot of nicknames, pet names, and so on. Depending on your species, they will use that too. Though David's nicknames tend to be rather teasing and if you're insecure, they can hurt too. David doesn't mean to insult you though, he always tries to make sure you feel good, ready to apologize for anything he's called you. Paul's nicknames are super sweet and adoring. It's his own little love language. Go to's are simply sweetheart, sweetie, and sweets. He loves to shorten usual pet names to make them sound cuter.

If you're insecure about your race, the most support, surprisingly, comes from Dwayne. He is the most protective one, he'll do anything to make you feel less insecure. Even if he doesn't seem like it, Dwayne has had his bad feelings before too and he'll do anything for you not to feel yours anymore.

[pat-hockstetters-fridge]

So I'm in the mood for some angst!

Could you write about poly! Lost boys x reader who after an argument with them (why idk) is very quiet, because they told reader that their voice is annoying and complaining how annoying their voice is.

What would they do?

I was thinking a lil sexy time? (about how much they love their voice lol)

Author’s Note: I went a little heavy on the angst lol, and the smut is only hinted at. I can’t really think of how to write a whole sex scene based on loving someone’s voice, but I made up for it in the angst department. Happy ending and all, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unless you ask specifically for a gender neutral or male reader, reader will always be AFAB

My Silence Is Your Punishment

You weren’t sure how you got here. Marko had said something to Paul who started pouting which caused David to start yelling, which started as reprimanding Marko until Paul made some snarky remark and now David was yelling at Paul too. You tried to break up the fight but David never watched his words when he was angry and ended up hurting your feelings and now you’re in the middle of a screaming match with him and Marko.

Dwayne is staying out of it, never one for yelling, and Paul is covering his ears and glaring daggers at all of you.

For reasons no one knew, he decided to direct his angry outburst at you, abruptly uncovering his ears and standing up to yell “GOD, Y/N, WOULD YOU SHUT UP?”

Everyone froze, but Paul continued. “Why do you have to involve yourself in every argument!? Your voice is too goddamn annoying for that!”

Your jaw dropped.

Dwayne kicked off the wall he’d been leaning against with a worried expression and went to console you, but you were already leaving.

You didn’t even open your mouth to say “fuck you.”

If there was one thing you were deviously good at, it was punishment. Years spent in an abusive relationship in your early teens was traumatic, but it did teach you how to manipulate the world around you. It especially taught you how to punish people emotionally in relationships.

It was something you tried to avoid. You didn’t want to be like your ex. But sometimes, it comes in handy.

You knew that leaving the cave by yourself, still being human and all, would set the boys on edge. And that was only the beginning. You made your way to the boardwalk, knowing they’d be following after you soon. You found a non-threatening guy your age, clearly a tourist, and began chatting him up.

This is how they’d find you.

When they spotted you with the tourist, they were not happy, but they had a situation they needed to atone for first and foremost, so they didn’t allow themselves to get mad. You were laughing and having a jovial conversation with the boy, but as soon as they approached, your smile fell, and your lips snapped shut.

“Excuse us,” David said to the tourist, grabbing your elbow and leading you away. “Sweetheart, you need to talk to us, not a stranger. We need to resolve this.”

You stared impassively at him, not a single response on your tongue.

“Y/N,” Paul said, trying to get your attention. You wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let’s take this back to the cave,” Dwayne said softly. Since he hadn’t done anything, you refused to speak, but you did follow him back to his bike and climb on.

The ride home was solemn.

When you all arrived back at the sunken hotel, they continued to try and talk to you, but you didn’t offer them a word. You would look them in the eyes as they spoke so they knew you were hearing them, and then you’d look away with nothing to say.

Eventually you got bored, and ignored them all outright. It was only midnight, but you pushed past all of them to get to your nest, a nook in the back of the cave that was filled with pillows, an abundance of blankets, and articles of The Boys’ clothing for scent marking.

You crawled into the middle of all of it, and deliberately found every article of clothing stashed in the nook, and made quick work of emptying them from your nest. Paul’s clothes you took special care to throw directly at him. The Boys watched on, clearly wounded by the act.

Good.

When you were satisfied, you swaddled yourself in your favorite blankets and laid down with your back to them.

Marko tried to lay down with you a couple of times, but every time he did you would stand up and walk away until he got up, then return to your nest. After a couple repeats of this, he got the message and stopped trying to get near you. You fell asleep.

You woke up about an hour after The Boys had been forced to retreat into the back room to avoid the rising sun. You cried yourself back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, you had two hours before The Boys would be able to come out of the cavern. That worked out well. They’d panic when they woke up to find you gone, and that served them right.

You put on a bathing suit before heading out, planning a swim at dusk to make yourself feel better. You’d always been in tune with the ocean.

So you killed some time on the boardwalk, people watching, until the beach emptied some more, then you went down to the shoreline. The water was nice, and the waves were decently calm today. You were glad you’d decided to do this, and incredibly grateful there were no Surf Nazis out. When it started really getting dark, you came out of the water and grabbed your towel to dry off.

As you did, you heard a feminine voice calling your name.

It was Star, and you were both relieved and suspicious, but remained in place so she could catch up to you.

“Hey,” she offered a crooked smile. “I heard what happened.” You groaned. “Did they send you to find me?” “No, when you weren’t there I went into the back cavern to ask if something had happened, but I didn’t mention you were gone. They probably figured I was asking ‘cause of all the clothes on the floor.”

She looked up at the sky.

“They’re definitely realizing you’re gone by now.”

“Thanks,” you sighed. “For not telling them.”

“Of course,” Star smirked. “I know your game. And from what I heard, they deserve it. I thought you’d be going for a swim about now, and I also thought you’d like some company on the boardwalk being in a bikini and all.”

“I am actually very relieved to see you,” you admit with a chuckle. “I was debating my options before you showed up. Did Laddie have fun?”

Star had gone to visit the Widow Johnson up in the hills the night before, and taken Laddie with her. She’d met Johnson in the metaphysical shop and you were pretty sure she was a witch.

“Yes, at first, but he got bored after a little while.”

The two of you began walking to the boards while Star recounted her evening.

You managed to avoid The Boys for three hours with Star, but it was inevitable they’d find you eventually.

“Y/N! Y/N! Jesus Christ!” Out of nowhere you found yourself off the ground and trapped in Paul’s arms. “We- we couldn’t fucking find you when we woke up, we were so worried—“

“What the fuck are you doing wandering around the boardwalk in your bikini?” David snapped. “Don’t you know the kind of creeps that are out here?” There was an edge of panic to his angry tone.

“I was with her,” Star rolled her eyes. “Yeah and why the hell didn’t you tell us she was missing when you came home?” Star shrugged.

You frowned, squirming in Paul’s grasp. You wanted to be repulsed by his touch, but the ocean had worked a little too well, and drained a good deal of your anger.

“Don’t get mad at her,” you snapped.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to use your voice just yet.

But you weren’t about to let Star take any heat for this.

“Is Dwayne with Laddie?” She asked.

David gave a curt nod.

“Oh I’m so happy to hear your voice!” Paul cried, and you had to refrain from sarcastically quipping back. You were loosening his grip with your movements, but just as you were about to be able to slide out of his arms, you were pressed firmly back into his chest when Marko threw himself into the embrace from behind you.

Now you were trapped, and begrudgingly, you fell limp in their arms with a sigh.

“Can we go back to the cave and talk about this now?” Paul’s voice was so meek, you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no. Weakly, you nodded.

Marko stepped back and Paul grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so you could lock your legs around his waist. David draped his trench coat over your shoulders. Paul carried you to their bikes and you rode home on the back of Marko’s after putting David’s coat fully on. Star hitched a ride with David.

Back in the cave, Dwayne jumped up from where he’d been sitting on the ground playing cards with Laddie. You were being carried on Marko’s back, but he let you down so Dwayne could have a turn embracing you.

You could feel him shaking slightly, and kissed his chest in a silent apology.

You sat in his lap for the group discussion.

Once apologies were said, promises made, and proper action to repent was taken, you all relaxed.

“I never thought 24 hours without your voice would feel so long,” Paul said. David took a drag of his cigarette. Dwayne grumbled his agreement.

“Well now that we’re all peachy…” Marko grinned deviously, scooting closer to you and Dwayne to place a hand on your inner thigh.

“We went so long without your beautiful voice… I can think of a few ways for you to use it for us tonight.”

[lazywerebat]

dwayne who would give his old shirts && hoodies to his trans boyfriend, later seeing one of his old fav hoodies is mentioned boyfriends dysphoria hoodie && new fav hoodie to wear almost every day.

dwayne would literally feel his undead heart melt && fall more in love with his beloved boyfriend <3:

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Creature of the Night

As promised, here's our little male [Y/N] dressed like a fashionable old school vamp meeting his future lovers! I definitely loved wrting it, I couldn't find the (trans) male reader fic I wanted so I wrote it. Still far from being the best at writing the boys, but I guess I just need more practice (even more as english is not my native language and I still struggle with it sometimes) But here it goes !

POLY! LOST BOYS X ROMANTIC/ VAMP GOTH! MALE! READER

When the boys went out on the boardwalk this night, they were not expecting another creature of the night. Or was he really one? For sure, he looked the part. Black flowy sheer shirt with ruffles tucked in tight black pants, black Brocard waist coat, high leather boots, the boy had silver rings adorning his fingers, his long (h/c) swinging softly in the fresh breeze. He was beautiful, and the boys found themselves enticed by him. How come they never noticed him before? He was too handsome to stay invisible in the loud crowd of the boardwalk.

You were walking around, going from stall to stall, looking for some interesting jewelry to add to your collection, eying new fabric to sew new shirts. You were turning heads, confusing both boys and girls with your ethereal beauty and mysterious vibe. But it usually stopped there, people being too intimidated to actually come talk to you, which was a relief with your shy nature, your appearance being unsettling enough for adults to leave you alone. It was not the same with kids though, like you would often experience at your job as a librarian. Kids loved bold and outstanding fashion, even calling you the dark prince librarian or vampire librarian. It was rare when you weren’t followed around by a few kids when going busy with your duty around the library.

It's that ability of seducing and putting at ease kids that lead you to meet them. With the Lost Boys so focused on you, they failed to notice Laddie leaving their side to check out something around. When Paul turned to where the little boy was supposed to be, he only met a void as Laddie had left. They all started to panic, looking for the little lad as you walked away: finding their little brother was a priority.

Walking away from the stalls, a new silver bracelet in your pocket with a lighter wallet, you decided for ice cream and walk toward the closest shop that proposed it. That’s where you found that little boys, with longish hair and a nice old-fashion buttoned jacket that was most likely lost. Crouching in front of him, you asked him what was wrong. Deciding to trust you, he told you his name was Laddie, and that he had walked away from his brothers to get some ice cream, but when he had noticed he didn’t have the money for it he tried to get to them but they weren’t there anymore, and now he didn’t know what to do

You let Laddie chose some ice cream, and paid along for him You both settled to a place where you could easily be seen by his brothers, while eating your sweets, if they were looking for him, they would find him more easily like that. You chatted with Laddie, telling him your name and talking about your job, the boy being curious about what being a librarian involved, telling you about his big brother Dwayne who like to read a lot. It made you smile, and you surprised yourself by telling him that he was always welcome to stop by the library with Dwayne to say hi and read. That’s when the young boy told you they were kind of night owls, and as you were telling him the library usually closed late after sundown you heard a voice cutting you, calling out for Laddie.

By the look of the man, you deduced it was Dwayne, tall, dark hair, handsome. But as you looked at the other boys while Dwayne was engulfing Laddie in a tight hug, you realized that the four of them were really handsome. Fuck, you thought. Boys like are why I’m gay as hell. The man with the bleached mullet chuckled, as if he had heard you. You blushed, it wasn’t like he could hear your thoughts, could he? Damn, that was confusing as hell. They look other-worldly, the type of men you would die for. Kill for. And yet, when they thanked you for taking care of Laddie, Dwayne more than the others, and offered to give you a ride to their place so you boys could hang-out, you didn’t hesitate one second, the pull to be with them too strong to fight.

Their leader, David made you ride with him, helping you get on his bike. You leant against him, wrapping your arms in a tight embrace as he drove off, followed by the boys. The boys were having a good time, laughing and hollering as the ride went on. Feeling more confident, you let loose your grip on David and laugh along with them, your hair free flying in the wind. You turned your head to look at the boys, seeing them looking so happy made your heart flutter in your chest.

Hudson bluff came into view, and the boys stopped their bike. You got down of David's, and let him led you down to a cave. To your surprise, it was way more than a normal cave: indeed, it was, like David explained, a sunken hotel. And all theirs by Marko’s saying. As you were turning around to get a better look at it in awe, you did not notice the lovestruck looks the boys were giving you. One look from Davis, and they knew they were going from a four persons relationship to a five person one.

Even if you were on a more sophisticated style, you still somehow managed to fit perfectly with them, and the boys were sure that they would not let you go. Dwayne sat you beside him on an old leather couch, while Paul and Laddie were on a broken fountain messing with a boombox until you heard Burnin’ for you by Blue Oyster Cult starting to play, low enough to not cover any discussion. Marko was nowhere to be seen, and David sitting on an old wheelchair.

When Marko came back, he was holding a jeweled bottle. David took it and handed it to you. Without a second thought, you drank from it, letting the rich taste drive you away. It was thicker than wine, and the texture reminded you of that time you jokingly drank human blood in that goth bar. But that blood had not tasted that great, and wasn’t this intoxicatingly savory drink.

You missed the satisfied grin David showed when you turned your attention to Marko, who was seating himself on your lap and started making out with you. You were their little creature of the night, and they intended to keep you in their forever.

Wanna read more? Here's a drabble following this story!

[beoneofus]

𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 ?

fandom: the lost boys

dwayne x fem! reader

length: long.. ish

warnings: slight blood mention, torn skin mention, kind of a bratty reader? but not in a weird way, sweet and teasing dwayne ( if you count that as a warning haha )

a/n: @oceansrose2002 hasn't had the best day today and since that is my bestie boo, I dedicated this to them. I'd make it gender neutral but I felt like doing another female one? I can do a gender neutral one later on though, if anyone wants that. hopefully this is enjoyable. <3 / ps. not proof read! sorry if there are a lot of spelling errors! /

( unedited, 4.24.22 )

the squealing of a rusted bike chain caught through the windy, summer night air of santa carla. a yell sounded out, one of fright, only seconds later, before the skidding of a tire was heard; followed by the a heavy thud soon after.

hissing through her clenched teeth, the female that fell from her old, out of date bicycle pushed up off of the burning flesh of her palms. she winced, as the cool, ocean air blew against her hand that she had lifted to examine. a nasty scrape covered the heal of her palm; fresh droplets of blood bubbling already, to the slightly dirtied surface. very small pebbles probed the outside surrounding the wound, making it more irritated than it appeared to be.

swallowing, y/n lifted her other hand, in which she had been leaning on, to pick out the jagged rock-clusters. it didn't hurt all that much, until she got to the one that was slightly bigger than the others; plucking it from the torn flap of skin that lingered near the base of her thumb. she bit her bottom lip as a crutch; refusing to let out any pain-filled noises, since she didn't want to seem like a cry baby for getting all bent up over such a small wound.

once the pebble was flicked out of her hold, her ( dark/medium/light ) irises drifted down to look at the new rip in her faded, washed jeans. she huffed, spotting her another scrape; yet this one seemed to be on her knee. this newly spotted wound seemed slightly deeper, too, but thank god no rocks fell into the small gash.

after using her uninjured leg to push the body of the bicycle off of her, she used her other hand, that only held a few scratches, to maneuver herself up off of the dusty side of the road she was on. since the girl was too busy struggling to stand, however, she didn't hear the rushed footsteps coming up behind her.

“ jeez, y/n.. ” the young woman jumped in slight surprise at the new voice; turning to look over her shoulder in fright, to see who exactly had decided to startle her. to her relief, it was only her new boyfriend of exactly four weeks - dwayne.

“ don't sneak up on me like that.. ” y/n huffed, sliding her foot into an awkward, sideways position, while trying her best to push off of the pavement. she must be twisted her ankle as well, though, because it stung to put pressure on it. she whined in frustration; plopping her butt back onto the ground, deciding to give up. “ this is bullshit! ” the female swore, bending the fingers of her hand that was alright, to scrape her nail tips against the ground. “ I feel so helpless! ”

dwayne sighed as he decided to fully near her. orbs falling to the wound on her knee, that was bent in a butterfly-like position, he inhaled sharply; eyes narrowing into slits as he squatted down beside her figure. “ what did I tell you about being careful? ” he grumbled out, staring his girlfriend, who was now sheepishly smiling, down. “ you're always getting yourself hurt.. ”

y/n playfully rolled her eyes, puffing out her cheeks. “ 's not my fault I have bad luck. ” she jutted out her bottom lip, refusing to look him in the eye. “ 'sides, their was a rock in the road that I didn't see.. you can't blame me. ”

“ you didn't see it, because it's almost black out. ” the dark haired male threw back, giving the girl a pointed look once she snapped her eyes onto him, finally. “ I told you not to go out, when it's dark like this. you never seem to listen to me. ”

and y/n knew she didn't listen to him - to anyone, really. but could you blame her? everyone seemed to always baby her. sure, she's had her handful of clumsy accidents, but she was nineteen. she didn't need a babysitter. “ why would I..? you're always telling me what to do. ” she huffed, stubbornly looking away again. her brows drew together, while her lips dipped into a very visible pout. dwayne seemed to find it amusing, however, because the ends of his lips twitched upwards.

“ no need to get all pouty on me, baby.. ” the vampire mumbled, though loud enough for his girlfriend to hear. she didn't respond, but by the small rush of blood that surfaces to her cheeks, he could tell she heard him. “ let me see, ” he gestured to her knee, that began to ache, due to the cold air hitting the wound.

again, y/n said nothing, but she did offer a small shrug. dwayne chuckled at her childishness, before leaning forward; propping his elbow onto his hovering, bent leg while his other knee chose to fall onto the ground in a resting position. taking ahold of her leg, he lifted it; setting the back of her leg against his own, lifted one. she slightly grimaced, which the male had noticed, but made no comment on.

“ you're lucky I keep bandaids on me, for this reason. ” he mused, the small smile on his face twitching once the girl in front of him, scoffed under her breath. “ it doesn't look too bad.. ” dwayne used his other hand, that wasn't gripping her calf, to lightly touch at the reddened skin around the gash. y/n gave out small hisses of air from the fact that his fingers brushed over the sore area, but nothing more. “ it's bleeding, that much is obvious.. and it'll need disinfected when we get back to the cave. but other than that, you seem alright. ”

after brushing away a few specs of dirt that lingered a little too close for comfort, the brunette reached into the back pocket of his jeans. two neon colored bandaids were revealed, which y/n glanced at, and immediately lit up upon spotting them.

“ you remembered! ” the shorter of the two excitedly exclaimed, smiling widely when her eyes met her boyfriends amused filled one. “ you actually remembered that I like those bandaids! ”

“ 'course I did, ” dwayne chuckled lowly, bringing one of the off-white ends of the cover to his mouth. he bit down onto it, only to reel his head back; the seal pealing away to reveal the neon orange bandaid. he set it on his jean-clad thigh, only to repeat the same process with the second one; a neon, baby blue bandaid popping up from the wrapper. “ why wouldn't I remember my favorite girl's, favorite bandaids? ” he teased, flickering his gleaming irises upwards to catch her reaction.

although y/n caught onto the fact that her boyfriend was teasing her, she made no move to snark back; instead, settling to happily grin. “ I'm your favorite? ”

focusing back onto the task at hand, the usually quiet vampire continued to peel the strips off of the back of the blue bandaid; humming in response. “ why wouldn't you be? you're my girlfriend.. ” as he pressed one over one half of the wound, his head lifted; dark brown orbs meeting the woman's own. “ my beautiful girlfriend. ”

soon as the word fell from his lips, the female inhaled softly; biting down onto her lower lip, rolling it between her canines. “ say it again, please? ” she mumbled, very much liking the attention she was receiving. although it wasn't during the best of times, y/n still loved the fact that dwayne was praising her.

“ what? ” peeling off the backs of the other bandaids slowly, he kept eye contact with the flustered girl before him. “ that you're my beautiful girlfriend? ” while he placed the second bandaid on her skin, smoothing the sides out, dwayne watched as his lover happily fluttered her eyes closed; clutching her now balled up hands, to her chest in contentment. he knew she loved the compliments he gave her, which is why he always drank up the view of his beloved going crazy over the loving names.

“ thank you.. ” she mumbled, once she felt his presence closer to her. slowly opening her eyes, she looked into the lovestruck orbs of her boyfriend's; deciding to shyly smile at him once their gazes met head on. “ I know I can be a handful sometimes.. ”

“ more like all the time. ”

“ be quiet, dwayne! ”

dwayne chuckled softly, only to wrap a strong arm around the girl's waist. as he pushed off of the heels of his shoes, he hoisted her up; an amusement filled smirk taking over his lips once he heard her yip in surprise. “ a warning, next time! ” y/n huffed, pressing her hands to the brunette man's chest, once he twisted her body to fit against his own, in a bridal position. “ I hate being picked up unexpectedly. ”

“ you'll have to get used to it when being around me, sweetheart. ” he jeered, managing a small laugh once the girl buried her face into his bicep and groaned. “ alright, I'll stop.. for now. ”

“ you're a jerk, ya' know that? ”

“ of course I do. ”

“ just shut up. ”

[i-arch-my-backula]

"You look cooked": The lost boys x male reader

I was tanning today and thinking about slashers and stuff and I'm going to write something about slashers with a reader who tans and whatever but I got this idea from my mutual @k1nn1e-0n-ma1n my best friend. Anyway I rarely get sun burns so lucky me.

Warnings: Reader is said to be able to visibly tan and sun burn, swearing, smoking, reader gets shirtless, vague descriptions of readers body

You walked into the boys cave wearing an unusually warm outfit for the weather. Despite trying to hide the sunburn running across your cheeks and nose, that patch of sensitive burned skin is still showing signs of being burned. You try to act normal as you see your boys sitting together. Paul is the first one to look at you and he has to quickly hold back his smile as he taps Marko with the back of his hand.

Marko looks over and smiles. You roll your eyes and sit next to Dwayne. All four of them look at you in silence. Paul and Marko look like they're about to burst into uncontrollable laughter. David looks over at you with disappointment in his eyes and Dwayne being his usual stone wall of a man.

"I get it. I got sunburned today, big deal. I rarely got burned before I became part vampire. I was wearing sunscreen and I guess I forgot to reapply it. Now just stop staring at me like I'm some freak. Go ahead and lecture me about it." Paul and Marko start to laugh as David shakes his head and takes another drag from his cigarette.

"It's just...You just...You look like you've been cooking on a grill all day." Paul snickers out with a smile on his face.

"How much of you got burned?" Dwayne asks, looking down at your over sized hoodie.

"Well it's on my face, my chest, and my back. I've been taking cold showers and rubbing this aloe Vera stuff I got on my burn and it's been kind of helping. It doesn't hurt too bad thank god." You say, looking over at Dwayne before noticing that David is still glaring at you.

"You know how serious a sunburn can get? You're lucky you just look cooked. It's bad enough seeing people who look like raw hot dogs around here. But you could end up looking like one of those old people with leather skin," David says, crushing out his cigarette. You scoff and roll your eyes. You'd cross your arms if you weren't so sunburned, "This isn't a joke. You're lucky you're not a full vampire or else you would have been burned to a crisp. Well more than you already are."

"Jesus David it's a sun burn. I've had like five in my entire life alright? I'm not going to die because of it and I'm not going to become a leathery old person," You notice Marko walk away and turn your attention towards Dwayne. You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, "If you wouldn't mind I think having someone else help put on that aloe stuff would be great. I can barely reach my back." You ask him, taking out the bottle of aloe from your pocket. Paul playfully scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Why can't I help you with it Y/N?" He asks, faking disappointment.

"Well I don't really trust you because your hands tend to wonder when you try to rub my back." You hand Dwayne the bottle before you take off your hoodie, revealing darker, irritated skin just like the kind on your face. David mutters something under his breath before you sense Marko around you again. You pick up on him hovering behind you.

"I swear to god if you slap my sunburn I'm going to kill you." You say, turning your head around to look over at him. He puts his hands up in mock innocence and goes back to sitting with Paul.

"You're really not any fun. You should know by now your pain tolerance goes up when you turn. It wouldn't have hurt that bad."

"Well you've been a vampire since like the 20's. You've probably forgotten what it feels like to be sun burned." You feel Dwayne put a cold wet hand against your back. You instinctively move it away before he puts a hand on your stomach and pulls you back against his hand as he rubs the aloe over your burn.

"Just hold still. I'm doing what you asked," Dwayne slowly and gently rubs the aloe over your back. You don't know much of his past. But you do know he turned in the 1700s and he worked with a lot of medicinal herbs. Maybe you should ask him more about it sometime.

"That's one thing I don't miss about being human. All the damn sunburns." Marko says as David lights another cigarette. You start to lean into Dwayne's touch, savoring the feeling of his cool hand against your burning back.

"Want me to get your chest?" Paul teases. You flip him off but can't stop yourself from smiling a little.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ The Lost Boys - Masterlist ~

Poly! Lost Boys

°Become one of us ->fem reader, darker, the boys having their fun

°Pigeon Fathers -> fem reader, fluff

°What kinks/fetishes would they have?

°Broken promise ->fem reader, hurt/angst, fluff, smutish, tw character death, emotional

°It's not your fault ->fem reader, hurt/angst, tiny comfort, death

°Broadway, Bands and Singing->fem reader, fluff

°Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny angst

°Apologetic fight->male reader, hurt/comfort, angst

°The sunny night at the Hospital->fem reader, (sequel to Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital), hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

°The true feeling->gn reader, fluff, comfort

°The Lost Boys ~ Yandere Headcanon

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Part.1 ->Submissive Lost Boys series

°Frozen blood is better than ice cream->fem reader, fluff, comfort

°Romantic Szenarios->fem reader, no use of Y/n, fluff

°Halloween costumes - Headcanon->fluff, mention of smutish activities

°We are here for you->male reader, angst, eating disorder/self-harm, hurt/comfort

°Don't cry little bat->Lost Boys x kid reader (platonic)

°Our hearts hold you little bat->fem reader, fluff, comfrot, flirting

°Two creatures in one city->male reader, fluff, blood, flirting

°The meeting of the four revenant ->fem!reader, blood, some comfort

°Silent evening->Lucy as a badass mother, gun use

°Immortal love in four hearts -> Medievial au, mini series, smut

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David

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ David ~ Part.5->fem reader, smut, sub/dom, fire play, hunter/prey

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Dwayne

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Dwayne ~ Part.3->fem reader, smut, oral sex, body whorshipping, sub!dwayne/dom!reader

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Paul

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Paul ~ Part.2 ->dom!fem reader, smut, teasing, mommy kink, praise kink

°Your smile - Paul x male!reader ->self harm , hurt/comfort, kissing

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Marko

°Fluff Alphabet

°Feelings at night or ?->gn reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Marko ~ Part.4->dom!fem reader, smut, blood kink, knife play

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Michael

°Fluff Alphabet

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[n30nwrites]

Bring Me To Life Masterlist (ONGOING)

All of this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don't let me die here

(There must be something more) bring me to life

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

As of posting this (scheduled post) I will be in college and therefore, busy. So updates probably won't be long but as of right now (Currently typing this on 8/8/2023) I am writing the chapters ahead of time so maybe I can consistently post for once.

Starring

You as Y/N

Camren Bicondova as Nik

The Band

In Order;

Julia Roberts as Moonbeam Genesis

Matthew Lillard as Caspian Martin

Heath Ledger as Orion Marksman

Skeet Ulrich as Adonis Parker

Winona Ryder as Rebel Marksman

And The Original cast of the Lost Boys as their assigned characters.

Prologue

In Restless Dreams, I Walked Alone... (Chapter One) All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed... (Pt.1) (Chapter 2)

[gothamslostboy]

it’s a me luigi 🧍🏻

the song request i have told you about before i forget it because i will 100% forget it tomorrow morning

the song is

be nice to me by the front bottoms!

this is kinda what i was envisioning

the lost boys x male reader

this is platonic 🫶🫶

and it just basically goes with the lyrics timelinevyknow, because the timeline is going on about a friend who’s a killer and their bestie, and just how all that is going

i think, anyways here’s an example so i hopefully make more sense

so i feel like it would be such a good fic, where the reader realizes that his friends are vamps but he can’t completely hate them. like he realizes and it’s weighing in on him like boulders, he starts to crack because there’s barely nothing of him left yknow. the boys n him have a good friendship there are certain parts that ask a lot of him like only hanging out at night so he lacks some things, but he starts spiraling?

anyways idk if the example helps or not

but no worries if you don’t wanna do this i completely get it it’s a big ask 😭 i’d write it myself but writing is very hard broski 😞

take all the time you’d need for this 🫶🫶

A/N: This song is now stuck in my head and I couldn’t be happier about it. Ugh i love how your brain works this request is so good! The examples helped immensely, they helped me come up with a lot of my own ideas haha. I’ll probably make a part two of this w/ same Reader and Dwayne at some point. thank you feardot:]

Reforging A Family

The Lost Boys x Platonic Male Reader

PAUL MARKO Y/N DAVID

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Y/N? Paul takes a deep sigh and leans against the cave wall. Despite his frustration, he restrains himself lashing out at me. You can’t hide there forever. Please just talk to us bud. I curl myself further into the corner of the bed, back pressed tightly onto the headboard & the cool stone wall. I know I can’t, but the only time I’ve left this spot is a couple times during the day to use the restroom, but I don’t plan on getting up again any time soon. I can see his outline through the sheer curtains, just like I can also see another figure, I’m assuming Marko, coming up behind him.

The two whisper with one another, the new figure squeezes Paul’s shoulder before motioning for him to back away. Hey bud, I’ll be back in a second ok? He waits for a second, shoulders slumping in disappointment as he walks away.

Turns out I was right, it is Marko who gently lifts up the curtain, poking his head through with a soft smile

Um, do you mind if I sit on the bed Y/N? You don’t have to speak if you’re not ready, just shake your head no. He waits a second for my reaction, lips curling up a little wider as he sits. Alright, thank you. He clears his throat and moves his gaze to his fingers, tracing the patterns on one of the blankets. This is, uh, this is a lot better than earlier, my cheeks flush in embarrassment, remembering the crunching noise of Dwayne’s foot after I pushed a barrel on it.

We sit in silence for a moment, and I realize just how bad of a shape I’m in. My throat is hoarse from screaming, my stomach hurts for food and water, yet the worst thing is that I can still feel where David had grabbed my shoulder. I’m sure that it’s bruised, maybe even worse. I don’t know what I expected them to do when I tried to run, but I didn’t try it again. I bet that I look just as bad as I feel, it’s almost humorous how there’s very little left of me right now, I feel more like a husk of my former self.

We didn’t expect you to be here when we woke up, so thanks for staying. Marko looks at me again, but I have to look away. His grins no longer appear friendly, even though I know he’s trying to be. After what I saw last night, I doubt it ever will again. I can hear Marko clear his throat, and I almost feel bad for looking away when I hear his strained voice.

I know you think we’re monsters, but can you please look at me? You’re one of my best friends, I’d never hurt you, but it’s like your changing-

My head shoots up. You say I’m changing? Sorry, didn’t know I had to stay the same after watching Dwayne rip a guy’s neck open! I’m practically yelling, but I lost my voice hours ago and all that’s left is a whisper. He’s shocked at my voice, shrinking backwards a bit before opening his mouth again. Can we talk about this later? You voice is driving me, I feel myself becoming panicked again as I rush out the last part of my sentence, driving me insane!

I regret my words almost immediately, and fight the urge to apologize as Marko stands up and leaves, stopping with his back turned to me for only a second. Yeah, I’ll uh, Paul can bring you some food and water, I’ll get Chinese. He rushes off, leaving me alone for the first time since the boys have gotten up. I’m so tired, but is it safe enough to fall asleep? Maybe their just waiting till I’m most vulnerable, but I doubt they’d need the advantage.

No body’s gonna hurt you, get some rest! David’s voice comes from the other side of the cave, much more stern than his brothers voices have been. Can he tell what I’m thinking? Has he always been able to? How mu- Yes I can, don’t over think it right now. Sleep!

A tsunami’s worth of drowsiness washes over me, and I can’t help but listen to David’s orders as I spread out, legs aching from being held up to my chest for so long.

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Do we wake him up? He hasn’t eaten or drank anything in almost 24 hours. I bet he’ll- speak of the devil, I open my eyes to see three of my friends? Do I still consider them that? I’m not sure where Dwayne is, but I can’t say I’d want to see him. I basically fly back against the headboard, letting out a yelp as I feel shooting pain down my back. Damn dude, that sounded like it hurt, Paul leans towards me but is stopped by David. He hurt himself trying to get away from us, now’s not a good time to reach for him man. He nods, standing back in his place between the other two.

Oh.

Alright, it’s time to talk Y/N. You freaked last night: understandable. But you didn’t leave during the day, does that mean you still wanna hang out with us? He raises his eyebrows as he waits for me to answer, rolling his eyes at my widened eyes.

Alright dude, give us something to work with here. He lays across the foot of the bed despite Marko’s hand reaching for him, and looks at me. How many times do we need to tell you Y/N, no one is going to hurt you. We like being your friends.

It’s true bud, he hesitates for a moment before sitting on the head of the bed, giving me as much room as he could. He holds out a water bottle and I take it, pouring half of it down my throat almost instantly. You’re like our brother now. You said it yourself! He smiles, proud that he’s regained the ability to be near me. You said we’re the closest thing to a family you’ve had since moving here, we care about you! He tries to pull me into a side hug, but I shove his arm back.

But you’re a killer! The boys are silent as my cheeks become stained with tears again, giving each other looks I’m too emotional to decipher. I choke out a number of half sobs, the boys waiting quietly before I continue, my voice quieter than before. And I’m your best friend…

Hoping he can feel my wordless apology, I lean on Paul’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me a little tighter. Ya know I think it’s unfair, my eyebrows furrow as I look at david, but Marko is the one to answer. Your situation.

We didn’t want to tell you what we are because we knew it’d scare you. A slightly dry chuckle leaves me. Great job on that dingus! The boys seem to relax, I know Paul did because I felt his shoulder move. Hey, there’s the Y/N we know and love!

So, we’re all good now right? Paul’s face turns in front of mine, and I can’t help but focus on his teeth. I, I mean, my head drops to my knees. I love you guys, but this is- I skim through my brain, trying to find a way to explain my thoughts. We lose ya man?

I look back up and notice that Marko’s now sitting across from Paul, David’s legs draped over him. I’m in my head. It’s like I try to write you poems but the words just don’t make sense. David chuckles, odd way to phrase it but I hear you.

I think he’s really trying to help, his eyes focused on the barrel from last night, still knocked to the side. Dwayne feels horrible, he never wanted you to see him kill, especially that, he moves his head around a bit, trying to think of the right word. Enthusiastically. He’s mortified of scaring you again, so he’s out trying to give you a little bit of space. But that dude deserved to die-

People can suck, but they’re still people. I should hate you guys. Should? That means you don’t right? So let’s just forget about this.

I sit up a little straighter again, a small “thump’ as my head make contact with the wall once again. There are certain things ask of me, like forgetting about the deaths of god knows how many, and there are certain things I lack.

So don’t forget. We all look at Marko. You know we kill to survive, but you can also know we kill bad people, the people who hurt everyone else. That’s not so bad right? We’re basically just the death penalty without the wait.

I genuinely laugh, everyone else joining in. I guess that’s better than killer.

Yeah man, it’s better. So, we can start over, regain some trust? He holds out his hand, I grab it and shake it. We can regain it slowly, I think.

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