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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Hey @blueberrypancakesworld I have a request for you!

It’s about laddie being curious about the boys earrings and makes up a story about how they got their earrings and having a different life anything else is up to you!

I hope you like this idea 💖

The four earrings

warning : fluff

Info : Here is your christmas present dear @ria-coolgirl have fun reading it on this special day and have fun :)

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The little vampire couldn't help but notice how cool the four vampires were during the time he was with them. The young boy's gaze kept going to the four older ones as he flew around with Dwayne and Paul, always being cheered on by David and Marko always giving him a sweet as a reward.

There were moments when it seemed to him that everything was perfect. Until his eyes kept going back to the earrings when he was flying and he always saw Dwayne's claw, the chop with the ribbon from David when he cheered him on and patted him on the shoulder. Paul's little sword when he threw it up to Dwayne and flew next to him. Before he saw the skull with the red eyes on Marko.

They were four inconspicuous things and yet the little vampire couldn't help but grab a pen and paper one evening and let his imagination run wild. It almost cost him the whole night and he didn't finish it until the next morning, but the pages grew and grew and were filled with four stories that made him giggle.

,,What's so funny, little boy?" asked Paul, jumping down from the well and sitting next to the boy. A smile played around the blond's lips, he always seemed cheerful but his little brother's giggling was something that made him curious.

,,May I?" he asked and Laddie, after a moment's hesitation, handed him the paper and reached for a cushion, hiding a little behind it and listening to Paul. ,,Paul's earring is a sword, it looks like a pirate's sword. Maybe he really was a pirate? I think he used to be a pirate captain and sailed around Santa Carla. I'm sure he robbed treasures and at some point he met the others," Paul said and grinned before stroking Laddie's head and giving him a big grin.

,,That's really cool little wait a minute," Paul started and flew into hell looking for something before coming back. An old pirate hat on his head and an eye patch on his eye before he placed himself on the well and made Laddie laugh. ,,Now you look like something out of history," said the brown-haired man, pointing enthusiastically at his writings.

Attracted by the noise, the others came out of the hell. ,,What's going on here?" David asked with a slight smile and took a drag from the cigarette before Dwayne gently took the paper from Laddie's hand.

The big man look asked permission and Laddie nodded, gripping the pillow tighter in anticipation. He was pleased that the four of them liked the fact that he was almost as tall as they were. ,,Dwayne must have been a hunter from an unknown land (the claw looks so big) it can only have come from a risky creature. He must have caught it and kept the claw before he came here to Santa Carla," Dwayne said, a grin on his lips and he hugged Laddie for a moment.

He loved the little one like his own little brother, he would have to encourage creativity, he was sure of that. ,,I want to! That can only come from a master," said Marko and winked at Laddie before looking for his story in the paper and reading it aloud.

,,Marko, he's always grinning and the skull…I think he's a treasure hunter who's always grinning because he has to think about the big treasure that he must have hidden here and the titular head is part of it," the blond let out, the grin only seeming to get wider and bigger and tapped his earring. ,,Tell me, can you read minds…I'll have to show you the treasure," said Marko before David stubbed out his cigarette and took the last of the papers.

,,Well, let's see what you clever head has done," he said and began to read aloud. ,,David is difficult… band and metal… maybe he's always been a vampire somehow. Maybe he's from a century ago where he tried to get something with a string? Was he a thief or a lord? The string from an old rug or stolen from someone else?" David said, looking a little surprised before he laughed in amusement and picked Laddie up in his arms, twirling him around and catching him.

,,Oh Laddie I think we should look for that answer together don't you boys?" he asked turning to his brothers who happily agreed. Oh yes, they would all come up with so many more stories together.

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#the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb david #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #tlb marko #tlb laddie #the lost boys laddie

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checkitoutmikey · 1 year

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Little thief

You were just minding your own business when a little thief appeared.

Warning: none, one use of ‘chica’ but that’s just Paul so I think reader could be any gender, blood (just a bit), fluff, fluff, fluff

It was painfully slow week night. You were in a limbo of ‚do not want to do anything‘ and ‚could not be bothered to do anything‘ with a bit of ‚I need to make some friends‘ springled in. You weren’t exactly looking for entertainment. Sure, you were bored but that didn’t mean you should be holed up in your room and watch tv all night. Instead you went to Boardwalk to just sit around and lament you weren’t home watching tv. Brilliant plan right there.

But hey, a myriad of sugary junk food was at your disposal here so that’s surely an improvement. You bought some fried dough with heaps of powdery sugar and syrup on it and a milkshake to top off the diabetes inducing extravaganza. Why did you do it? Again, you were bored. The rides didn’t seem appealing and the shops didn’t have anything new to offer so wasting money on something you would bite into once and leave for some homeless person to find seemed like the right thing to do.

You sat down at one of the vacated picnic tables down at the beach, where the circus music from all those rides seemed to fade into a nice lull. You laid out your outrageous choice of the dinner on in front of you without touching it. Sometimes a person just needs to be in the right headspace to down 15 oz of pure sugar, you know? The briny smell of the ocean filled your lungs. You were watching the waves roll over one another when you heard a little thud.

A bat.

A tiny brown bat landed on the table right in front of you. That little pebble fucker wasn’t even looking at you! It was trying to get into the cup of milkshake that towered over it. It‘s tiny clawed hands scraped over the slick plastic surface. The little body was shakily balanced on two unstable feet that shuffled from place to place as it tried to climb up the cup but failed. Flopping it’s wings here and there to try and get into better position as it planned it’s next attack.

It was digustingly cute.

You had to chuckle at the small noice of frustration that left the little creature after an unsuccessful jump. It just hopped onto the cup before sliding down like some cartoon character. „Hey, bud,“ you said and the bat stopped in it’s tracks. It looked up at you with beady black eyes, head tilting to one side as if to say ‚yeah?‘. It wasn’t afraid at all. Huh, maybe it was used to tourists feeding it?

„Were you seriously trying to steal it right in front of my eyes?“

The animal made small squeaking noise and wiggled it’s butt. You took that as a yes.

„Little thief. Well, at least you confessed.“

You reached over and pulled out the straw, covering it in whipped cream before offering it to your new furry companion. „Here you go.“ It immediately went for it. Tiny pink tongue darted out to scoop up the sugary goodness. It was making proper mess too. It’s mouth and the tip of one of it’s ears somehow got covered in cream. There was no decorum. Just pure gluttony. The thing looked more and more like a piglet rather than a bat as it devoured the treat and almost bit through the straw itself.

„Careful. You don’t want tummy ache,“ you smiled down at it and dutifully kept the straw leveled so the tiny beast could snack comfortably. When there was no more food left, it snapped it’s small fangs at the stick before biting into it and trying to wrench it from your grasp. The key word ‚try‘. It could dig it’s miniscule heels in all it wanted but you were simply stronger, bigger and - most important – you refused to give up your straw. Instead you pulled it away and scooped some more cream before giving it to your ungrateful friend.

Can bats even eat sugar? Now, you didn’t know anything about bats but you hope it’s smell and insticts will inform it if it’s good for him or not.

After it finished it’s serving, it looked up at you, at the cup, back at you before strolling over to the cup at tapping at it few times. Then it had the nerve to look back at you. That little rascal.

You graciously pulled a piece from the fried dough and offered it instead just so your sponger would have some variety. It immedietly went into munch town, wiggling it’s butt and making happy yipping noises. You think you heard it purr at one point when it was licking syrup from your finger but you weren’t sure. The thing was too small and the crashing waves nearby too loud.

Giving it second helping of the dough, you put your face in hand while holding the treat in the other. It took quite a while for it to scarf down the food and you spaced out in the meantime. It was kind of nice. Providing for a cute little animal filled you with dopamine and when it’s tongue started licking your fingers again you just closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling… before the serene moment ended with a flash of pain.

„Ouch, hey,“ you huffed. Pulling your hand back, you looked at it and saw your finger was bleeding. „Hey,“ you said again, this time in accusing manner and looked at the bat that somehow managed to look sheepish. „That’s not very nice thing to do, you know?“

The bat folded it’s wings underneat it’s body and hung it’s head down. It did look properly scolded so you took pity on it. You sigh before presenting your injured finger, „you see this? You don’t do this to someone who’s nice to you. This place is way too sensitive for your little nibblers.“ You paused for a second to let the information sink in because by this point you were fully convinced this tiny animal could understand you. Or you just went too long without human interaction. „You go for the knuckle, it doesn’t hurt as much there“ you finished.

You put your hand in front of the bat and angled it so the imp had better access. Those beady eyes look up at you in confusion. It’s stare flicked down at your hand before up again. With a smile, you tapped at your knuckle with your other hand, „go ahead bud.“

It took a hesitant step forward before giving your knuckle tiny lick. When you just smiled down at it and nodded it dived right in. It looked like it had to use some strenght to bite through the thick skin but after a few tries it finally managed to get to the blood.

Blood. Huh.

It didn’t even faze you. Guess they are right when they say people of Santa Carla are strange.

You let your tiny guest lap at your hand to it’s heart content. You were honest enough with yourself to admit that when it made those little cooing noises of content, it warmed your heart. The bat got overexcited and stuck it’s snout into the wound, presumably filling it’s nostrils with blood, and started sneezing. „There’s no rush.“ You rubbed it’s back as gently as you could. It shook it’s head in order to clean up it’s airways but after a minute or two it went right back to it’s dinner.

Maybe you could take it home. Having a pet bat is rather rad. It obviously wasn’t afraid of you and you had an inkling it would be an excellent listener. Who needs friends when you have an animal who can’t argue back?

„Now, what do we have here.“

A voice startled you from the peaceful moment and you whipped around to see four punks standing nearby. Familiar faces. You saw them on the Boardwalk where they had a reputation of being trouble makers. The bleached blonde Billy Idol wannabe, Twisted Sister, Tall Dark and Handsome and an actual angel that currently looked like he’s about to chew off his own thumb with a manic smile on his face. The last one was the only person who wasn’t examining you like a bug under a microscope. He was looking down… at your hand?

Before you had chance to do anything, the tall brunette flicked his eyes somewhere behind you and said, „Laddie,“ in tone that bone tired parents used on their misbehaving children. You turned back to see a little boy trying to hide behind you.

„Huh.“ There was a second of silence before you pieced together what was happening. „So you are a little vampire,“ you said to the boy who gave you toothy smile.

„Hey! Hey, chica! How do you know that?“ The rocker guy asked, looking genuinely flabbergasted.

You gave him the arched brow of condescendance. „Dude, this is Santa Carla. Everybody knows it has pest problem.“

#tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys laddie #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #Enaris brain goes brrrrrr

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livinginthesky · 2 years

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I laughed at these so hard I sounded like a misquote. Enjoy :3

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #80s film #80s horror #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys laddie #the lost boys x you #y/n being y/n

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people-are-strange-87 · 1 year

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Paul lost Laddie

They were just joking around on the boardwalk. It was rare he was the only one responsible for him but Dwayne and Marko were hunting. David was off somewhere with Michael.

He had only turned around for a second, distracted by a jewellery store. When he turned around, the halfling was gone. Instantly, he began to panic. The boardwalk wasn't exactly safe for a child, especially not when they're associated with The Lost Boys. They had many enemies that would happily do anything to get the upperhand.

What was he going to do?

#paul the lost boys #paul x marko #paul tlb #the lost boys paul #the lost boys laddie #laddie thompson #laddie the lost boys #laddie tlb #trans marko #david x michael

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thelostboysthings · 9 months

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I love them 💕 (Guys I just reached 100 followers 😱❤️ thank you everyone I appreciate and love all of you 💕)

#80s films #80s movies #i love the 80s #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys laddie #the lost boys paul #tlb dwayne #tlb laddie #tlb paul #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #chance michael corbitt

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Favorite Weather

The Lost Boys

David

Stormy

Tbh he just likes that it fits his aesthetic

Doesn’t like rain though

Sound of thunder actually soothes him

he likes the image of lightning casting light over the closed boardwalk

Feels like the clouds make the sign lights brighter

Loves to hunt in stormy weather bc victims are more likely to write of noises as part of the storm

Dwayne

Overcast

Has realized that if he times it right and finds the right spot he’s able to be outside for sunset theses days

He doesn’t do it often bc, ya know, if he’s wrong about a spot he dies, but when he misses his human life he will

Even though the clouds block most of it he still thinks sunsets look pretty on these days

Hasn’t told the others he learned this bc he’s scared they’d mess up and die

If Max had gotten his way he’d have shown Lucy (maybe sam) this to cheer them up on day

Marko

Stormy

Same as David but he thinks the rain adds to the vibe

He has a different jacket he wears on nights when he knows it’ll storm so he doesn’t ruin the main one

He’s a sadistic fuck who enjoys watching ppl freak out about storms

Literally cackles when a rando screams after lightning and thunder

LOVES hunting these nights

Sometimes kills extra ppl because he gets the most excited when prey tries to run and likes the extra challenge of seeing through the storm

With his heightened senses it isn’t really that much harder though

I feel like he wouldn’t try to get stuck by lightning, but wants to see if he could handle it

Star

Rainy

She loves the smell of rain

Will run around in the rain

Doesn’t matter if it’s a drizzle or it’s pouring she gets a wave of freedom from it

Convinces Paul, Marko, and Michael to do it with her once, only Paul was willing to do it again

Paul

Rainy

He’s actually a lot like Star: likes running around

Rain is one of the only things he’s ok with ruining his hair

It’s the closest thing he gets to a shower

Star and him help fix each other’s hair afterwards

Likes making The others get wet bc he likes seeing their hair messed up so he can ask to help fix it

Purposely splashes ppl with water when riding his bike

Also jumps in puddles with laddie and Marko (Marko leaves the jacket at the cave tho)

Likes hunting in pouring rain bc it washes most the blood of and victims struggle running more

Michael

Clear Sky

It just feels fresh to him

Idk how to explain it but like hot and cold air has feelings to them and Michael would be more sensitive to that than others

there’s nothing making it cold but not enough sun for it to be hot and he is in such a good mood those days

Sam

Snowy

He never got to see snow in Arizona and he LOVES it

Has always wanted to build a snowman and plans to at least visit a place with a ton of snow just to do it

He runs hot so it’s a nice change of pace

Always got jealous that other states got days of bc of snow ins

Edgar

Clear Sky

If there is nothing in the sky that means vampire have no cover

He’s one of those ppl who gets really cranky when he’s hot or cold so sunny days suck for him and everyone near him forced to listen to his complaining ass all day

Alan

Sunny

Like Edgar it means no vampires

DOES enjoy hot weather

He likes just a like bit of heat on his skin but not enough to sweat

When he is at the beach he definitely tans for at least 30 minutes

Lucy

Sunny

She likes how light reflects off water, how it reacts with stained glass decor, literally everything is prettier to her when the sun shines on it

Enjoys sitting on the porch or the deck and feeling the warmth on her face

Reminds her of the good parts of her life in Arizona: pool days, eating popsicles with her sons, and even staying in with the air conditioner blasting while she and the boys play a board game

Max

Foggy

I feel like he was originally turned on a foggy night so he sees them as good luck now

He definitely turned David on a foggy day too and sense it was the first success it only adds to this ^^^

Victims struggle to escape more

Easy to sneak up on ppl

Grandpa Emerson

Cloudy

Honesty I don’t know why

It’s his vibe

Like Michael he’s sensitive to weather but it’s worse with heat so he likes the sun blocked

Laddie

Drizzling

Doesn’t like rain but gets excited for the rainbow afterwards

He always starts off upset when it rains heavily but the boys cheer him up and he ends up enjoying it

Hates going on the bikes in heavy rain bc it splashed but when it drizzles it’s just enough to feel refreshing

He does just wait inside the cave for it to stop most times

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys sam #the lost boys laddie #the lost boys michael #the lost boys max #the lost boys star #the lost boys lucy #glb tlb

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lazywerebat · 11 months

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*boys, Star & Laddie helping David flirt through an earpiece while hiding behind a stand*

Paul( through earpiece ): tell him he has nice eyes

David: you have nice thighs

Star( through earpiece ): WHAT NO

M/n: you think so? moves in closer

Laddie: oh my god, ew, that worked

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thefuseoftemptation · 2 years

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THE WHITE NOISE PT.2 ||

PT.I HERE PT.III HERE

THE LOST BOYS X GN!READER

A/N: If you haven’t seen poltergeist—you should watch it (the 1982 film). Side note, I know it’s not in the order of the film but so what.

WARNING(S): cussing, implied/mentions of taken and or missing child. Lmk if there’s more.

“The boys.”

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The boys?

“Who are the boys, Lad?” You question, nerves making their way into your system.

Nothing.

“Laddie. Who are the boys?” You tired to keep a tone as you repeated the question, though you caught yourself wavering when you spoke. Now, you were getting concerned.

The child only went back to look at the screen, nothing but statics to see, as the noise settled throughout the room. You released a unsteady breath, not sure what to make of the matter or the words Laddie spoke. Rubbing your face, your hands then take the remote.

“Why don’t we turn this off, huh? It’s late. You should be sleeping.” Pressing the button, the tv shut off and the room, quiet.

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The next morning, it only seemed to get worse. Well, at least from a more smaller perspective. Little things here and there that never by you.

It was seen first when the utensils were…out of shape. Quite literally. Bent, warped, and overall just not their usual form. Cupboards open on their own.

Then there was the glasses. Laddie had requested some more milk later that day and when setting it in front of him—it shattered. And the chairs, while they weren’t necessarily stacked on top of the other like that week, they were moved from their spots under the table. You kept having to put them back and we’re constantly asking Laddie the same repetitive questions of if he moved them. Thinking that his answer would change, but of course, it was the usual.

‘They did it.’

Eventually, you just stopped asking. So each time something happened, it resulted you to looking at the child and then giving that once over as if to say ‘the boys?’ only to have him nod in confirmation.

While it may have been stunning to begin with, you were now growing concerned by how often they happened. If they were here, why is it they only seemed to be more present when Laddie was near?

You remember asking him one time if he could see them, which got you some hesitation before you received a response.

“No. Can you?” The child queried and you shook your head. Maybe he couldn’t see them that time but you were curious to know if in general he could.

—

It went on for the next few days, the later hours were even more questionable.

You were in the kitchen, leaned up on the counter with the window opened as you smoked. Laddie had been tucked into bed an hour ago and was probably out like a light by now.

You were thinking if you should have someone come by to check in or even leave temporarily but until Laddie’s parents got back, that wasn’t really an option. You had asked the neighbors early that week if they had experienced any....disturbances, but you only received judged looks in return. You weren’t sure what the hell to do anymore.

You rubbed your temples, feeling your head begin to hurt. It was too much to think about, too much to handle. Stubbing the bud of the cigarette, you went to leave the kitchen, turning off the lights so you could head to bed.

Halfway up the staircase, you stopped. The sudden sound of the floor creaking never went by your ears, and then you heard it. Or them. They were chuckling, in a manner that left the hairs on your neck standing, and they only got louder the further you went into the house.

You kept turning your head, trying to see where exactly they were at, but it was as if they were everywhere. Upstairs, to the side of you, mouthing by your ear—everywhere. Bringing your hands to your ears to cover them, trying to block it out when they suddenly stopped.

Though the quiet hadn’t lasted. The sudden sounds of motorcycles could be heard outside.

Since when has that happened? In the month or so you had been here, you’ve never heard them before. Whether they lived here or not, it wasn’t a frequent thing to hear, especially this late. You could see the lights of the bikes through the curtains of the window, lighting up the entirety of the room.

Then remembering who was just up the stairs—they were going to wake up Laddie.

Heading to the door, you pulled it open but what was there was not what you would’ve expected to see.

It was just the street, empty, with no sign of presence. To be honest, you couldn’t even hear them anymore. It had gone silent the second the door opened. Furrowing your brows, you stared confusingly.

What the hell was that?

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Upstairs, Laddie was in bed, perched up against the wall. He had heard it too, heard them. They were talking to him. The child was mulling over if he should look for you, but when the closet door creaked and slowly opened, he couldn’t help but forget what was at thought—pulling himself to the end of the bed to get a look at what caused it.

He stared into the closet, nothing in sight but the few boxes that were kept there for storage and some extra sheets that were shelved. But as he looked, he could see just to the corner, was a teddy bear. It was brown and a little scuffed up, probably due to the time it had been there—the house was years old so it could be understood.

It was in question if Laddie should take it. It wasn’t his to touch nor was it very well mannered to just look through other people’s belongings—it was just tempting not to though.

‘Take it Laddie.’

The child could hear them but he had yet to see them. At least then of course. When you had questioned him the other week, he lied, telling you that they weren’t there and that he couldn’t see them. But the truth was—he could. They happened to be there, urging him to not utter a thing. It was only to be between them. Nobody else.

It wasn’t known but the boys had taken a liking to the child.

Laddie couldn’t listen to more of their repetition—getting up, he goes to get the stuffed toy.

There was a sudden shift, and before you know it, the child was holding onto the bedpost as he was being pulled. There was stuff flying ‘cross the room, being sucked into the unknown. Laddie tried shouting out to you, but it was as if he couldn’t move his mouth.

It went quiet again, the sudden shift stopped and the room went still. The child nowhere in sight, and the only thing that could be seen was the teddy bear on the floor in front of the closet which was now shut.

—

They weren’t just suddenly here. The boys. It was like they had been waiting? Maybe it was why the house was on the market as long as it was and why it happened to be let go so quickly and willing. Sure, these must have been happening previous to you being there but was it ever to this extent? You we’re going to have to speak with the seller, because it was never put on the table when you signed the papers.

You were so confused honestly.

Shutting the door, you lean against it, trying to think—trying to make sense of what was going on.

Where had they been coming from then if they weren’t really there? Were you sleeping or was it real?

Sighing, you rub your face. Figuring you were just not getting enough sleep, as of lately, and went back upstairs. Just as you were going to head to your room, you stopped when you thought to check on Laddie.

The door was cracked, like how you left it. But upon opening it, there was a sudden tug at your chest.

The child was nowhere in sight. Nowhere to be seen. And the room—was utterly fucked.

You tried not to think too much into it. ‘He probably got up to use the bathroom.’ So turning heel, you head down the hall. The light wasn’t on and when knocking, you were only met with no answer. You turned the knob and peak in but it was empty. No sign of presence or something to let you know he had been there.

Okay, now you were getting concerned. The fear creeping in as you began running back and forth throughout the house, checking each and every room, any little crevice he could’ve nudged his way through or into—shouting out to the 11 year old.

“Laddie?”

Nothing. You look in the kitchen, maybe he got some milk—

No.

“It ain’t funny bud, come on.” When you still got no response in return, you yelled.

“Laddie, it’s late and you shouldn’t be up! Come on out, no more of this!”

You felt the tears fleeing when there was still nothing. Your chest suddenly felt tight, and you breaths were coming out uneven.

Where the hell was he?

You knew Laddie wouldn’t just leave. As much as you thought of the many things the child could get up to, none of them seemed to be settling well with you because you knew none of them were true. He wasn’t like that.

“Laddie!” You cry out.

Nothing.

But then you heard it. Heard him.

It was downstairs. Running, or more of fuckin leaping over to skip the steps, you stopped at the bottom trying to listen again. When you heard no word, you called out.

“Lad?”

“Y/N.”

Trudging down the hall and turning the corner, you were met with the living room, greeted by the television and its statics.

You weren’t quite sure if you remember it even being on when you were in the kitchen earlier but it wasn’t necessarily something to be focused on now. You checked the room, seeing that he wasn’t in there you went to leave and go look further when you stopped—hearing the voice.

“Y/N.”

You turned back ‘round, studying the room once more. You just heard him in here, but there was no sign of him.

Suddenly looking to the television and slowly making your way to it. The statics settled throughout the stilled and quiet room, its noise filling your ears. With your head leaned to the side and furrowing your brows, your hands go up to rest against it.

It was tingling. Almost like it was breathing underneath your palms. Sighing you went to get up but just as you got to your feet, you heard it.

His voice.

“Y/N.”

Your mouth parted and your eyes went wide, slowly sitting back down in front of the television. There were so many questions but none of them seemed like they could be answered to with certainty.

“Laddie?”

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A/N: I swear the boys will be more in the next part, when and if, that is to be released.

feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

TAG(S): @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys one shot #the lost boys fic #the lost boys fanfiction #laddie the lost boys #the lost boys laddie #laddie thompson

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝕸𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖔 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖓, 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 (Big Man To Little Man, Over)

The Lost Boys + Laddie

TW: Language, violence, misuse of walkie talkies, might make you cry

I wrote this because I was talking to @endless-nyx and @6lostgirl6 and we came up with these ideas and I wanted to make it into a fic. SO HERE IT IS!! ENJOY! This is an old fic from my old account.

Paul and Marko decided that it was a great idea to buy some walkie talkies for the group. And in theory it was….. but the terror twins always seem to find a way to turn something that was supposed to be fun, into a goddamn war. They were all sitting in the main part of the cave, like most nights when they are in the cave. Only this time, they had their new little toys. Paul and Marko were sitting next to each other, David in his ‘throne’ (tears in his eyes), and Laddie and Dwayne were on another couch.

It started out fine. Fun even. But Paul kept getting upset because “TWISTED SISTER TO BILLY IDOL! YOU HAVE TO SAY OVER!! OVER!” He yelled into the walkie in his hand. “SHUT UP PAUL! OVER” David yelled back, into his own walkie. “EAT SHIT AND DIE PAUL!! OVER!” He continued. Paul looked at David, offended. “Well damn. Over” he said into his walkie. And because the terror twins tend to stick together, Marko jumped in. “Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Damn dude. You didn’t have to be so harsh. Over.” Marko said into his own walkie.

Dwayne and Laddie would tend to have their own little conversations on the walkies together. Theirs being much more calm and fun conversations. But with all the yelling going on at the moment, it was a bit more difficult. But they still tried. Laddie also refuses to respond to anyone over the walkies unless they use his codename. His codename being little man. He chose it because Dwayne’s codename is big man. Dwayne thought it was adorable. After a few moments, Marko and Paul started up again. “Billy idol…. Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Over.” He spoke into the walkie. David tried to calm himself down and took a deep breath, which didn’t help at all, before responding. “Loud and clear. Over.” He said in a low and annoyed tone. “Pigeon boy to Billy idol. Be more enthusiastic! Over!!” Marko teased. If David was still human, his blood pressure would be through the roof right now. “LOUD AND FUCKING CLEAR!! OVER!!” He yelled into the walkie that he was now squeezing in his gloved hand. “Twisted sister to Billy idol. He said ENTHUSIASTIC!! NOT pissed off. Over.” Paul jeered into his walkie, trying to hold back a grin.

David bawled up his free fist. He was now shaking with anger. It almost sounded as if he were hissing. Face turning red and twisting with anger. “Pigeon boy to twisted sister. Damn. I didn’t think vampires could get so red. Over.” Marko said to Paul. Both trying to stifle their laughter. Through gritted teeth, David managed to strangle out a reply. “LOUD AND CLEAR PIGEON BOY, LOUD AND CLEAR. OVER.” Dwayne and Laddie were both sitting on their own couch, just watching the scene unfold. “Little man to big man. Is David dying? Over” Laddie asked Dwayne. David whipped his head around in their direction and gave Laddie a death glare. Dwayne just raised his walkie to his mouth. “Big man to little man. That’s a strong possibility. Over.” Dwayne and Laddie shared a short glance at each other before returning their attention back to the still seething vampire.

“Big man to pigeon boy. Standby for assistance. Over.” Dwayne spoke into the walkie. He might need some help if the shit hits the fan. More than it already has. Marko, looking at David’s seething figure. “Pigeon boy to big man…. Uhhhhh, that’s a negatory on the assistance. I’m getting out of the line of fire. Over and out.” Marko replied, before promptly standing up and heading for the cave entrance. Angry tears are streaming down David’s face. His nails digging into the arms of his chair. “Twisted sister to big man. I’m with pigeon boy on this one. Over and out.” Paul said as he hurriedly followed Marko out of the cave. They’d leave even if the sun was out. Anywhere was safer than in there right now. Even though they were the ones that started it.

Once Paul and Marko had gotten up the old wooden stairs, leading them back up to the top where they kept their bikes, they turned to each other. Grinning. “Twisted sister to pigeon boy. Operation ‘give Billy idol an aneurysm’ successful.” “Pigeon boy to twisted sister. Copy that. Over.” Then both Marko and Paul burst out laughing. Cackling. (Meanwhile, Dwayne is sitting in the cave like….. “yes. This is fine” while everything around him is burning) “I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU TWO ASSHOLES!!” David yells into his walkie. Causing the terror twins to freeze momentarily, before ultimately cracking up even harder than before.

David started to disassociate. “Little man to big man. I’m scared. Over.” Laddie whispers into his walkie. Dwayne throws an arm over Laddie’s shoulder. “Big man to little man. Let’s get you some ice cream. Over.” He says. Earning a smile from Laddie. “WHY ARE YOU STILL USING YOUR WALKIES!!?? YOURE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!” David yells. Not even bothering with his stupid walkie anymore. Dwayne just raises his walkie to his mouth and stares David dead in the eyes. “Big man to Billy idol. BECAUSE WE FUCKING CAN. OVER!”

Marko and Paul come back down into the cave. Fist fight ensues. David finally gets up out of his chair and squares up to the terror twins, who have each other’s backs, and they start fighting. David accidentally hits Paul way too hard and he drops to the ground in the fetal position and starts crying. “Aww! My poor baby!!” Marko coos at Paul as he kneels down next to him. “FUCK YOUR BABY!” David yells. Marko looks up at David. “I WILL WHEN HE STOPS CRYING!” He yells back. Paul immediately stops crying. He lifts his head up, smirks and winks at Marko. Dwayne just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Big man to little man. How about that ice cream now? Over.” Laddie grinned. “Little man to big man. Affirmative on the ice cream. Over.”

All this happened about a month ago. A lot has happened since then. A girl named Star was brought into the group only days after the whole ‘walkie talkie fiasco’. And about a week ago, this new guy Michael, joined the group for a hot second. But him, along with Star kinda really thoroughly betrayed the boys. Marko was killed in his sleep, and to get revenge, the boys went to Michaels house to kill everyone in sight. Except for Laddie of course. Unfortunately, the boys were unsuccessful and died. Laddie ended up staying with the Emersons. Michael’s mothers idea.

Laddie was laying in his bed, fresh tears on his face. He picked up his walkie that he still carried with him, even if there was never going to be anyone on the other end. He lifted it to his mouth. “Little man to big man. Come in big man. Over.” He croaked out through tears. “Little man to big man. I miss you. Over.” He finished. Bringing the walkie back down to his chest. A few moments passed before he heard it. The walkie crackled for a moment before he heard a faint voice come over it. “Big man to little man. I miss you too. It’s okay little man. Don’t cry. Over.”

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oceansrose2002 · 6 months

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Since for the love of god I can not think of the baby names I have with the boys I’m just gonna do stars baby vamp names if she did changed.

David (rat tail)

Okay so for David’s and stars kids I only have two names for them, Lucas and Lila. Lucas and Lila were born after the events of the lost boys (they call Michael papa and david pops).

David though is overprotective of his little girl, lila was born blind and because of this because I have a theory that newborn baby vamps have the golden hues when born. She never grew out of the golden hues.

Lucas is just like his mother he likes to listen about the stories of the sun and all the cool things his mother use to do, along with papas and pops stories.

Michael was left in charge with Lila once because David had to go and get more baby food for the twins and Lucas wanted to go. Lila knew what markers were, she drew all over Michaels face and Michael can’t say no when her lips quivers. He’s not getting scolded by David again.

Paul

For star and Paul I think they would agree on stevie for a name because of Star loving stevie nicks.

Stevie loves her parents and her siblings, but she gets in the most trouble with her best friend Issac a little human boy who’s on the boardwalk most nights.

Paul doesn’t like Issac because that’s his little girl. Star has repeatedly dragged him back to the others so he can leave stevie and Issac alone for the night.

Marko

Okay now this one. This one is just like their father everyone meet Moonbeam. (Nah I’m joking or am I?) The Childs name is Joseph but he was born under a full moon which then Michael jokingly said “you should name the kid moonbeam.” Which he though Marko would get that it’s joke. But it stuck as a nickname.

Now joseph and marko when together. Are chaos twins times thirty. Especially when stevie and Paul are involved.

Joseph is not allowed fire anymore. Because of the couch incident.

Dwayne

Laddie and Jessica.

Star and Dwayne have considered laddie their son since waaay before the kids were thought of, and when star did decided to have kids she explained to laddie how he’s going to be a big brother.

Laddie was all excited when Star had Lucas and Lila, then stevie and then Joseph but he wanted a sister between star and Dwayne.

When Jessica was born laddie wouldn’t let anyone but his parents hold her, Dwayne was proud but also scared since he and star only raised laddie.

Jessica was a little angel though as a babe but when the terrible twos came along Marko had to keep her away from the pigeons

Michael

And now onto moonbeam.

The two little ones they have are Thomas and Billy. Thomas is three years older then billy but four years younger then Jessica.

Thomas hangs out with Jessica and Lucas the most out of the kids but sometimes he hangs out with his big brother laddie at the boardwalk.

Billy is a carbon copy of his father. Which is why star is worried about how he’ll be when Michael tells her that billy will be fine til David says something about how he willingly followed star.

@hypocriticaltypwriter this is for Star I’m still trying to find my boys baby list but I can tell you that for Dwayne he has four boys and one girl.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #tlb #marko the lost boys #michael emerson #star the lost boys #the lost boys laddie #baby vamps!

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