The Lost Boys As Various Text Posts

I love him<3🥹

tlb hc

Dwayne always carries laddie to bed from the main party, and while walking to laddies room, you can always hear the echoey shouting and laughing as the rest of the boys, michael and star party

I have so many concerts planned this year!! I’m so excited!

Tbh this be me and my girl best friend👀👀

boys having sex like

Marko: *spits in Paul’s mouth*

Paul: ..did you go to macdonalds without me?

I’m dying my hair so I look cute for the concert

The whole Lost Boys fandom be like

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

I feel like ethan landry unmasked would so vibe to alternative rock

𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗜’𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘

𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲…𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱

[𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀]

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝘆𝗲𝘀/𝗻𝗼

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗵.. 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.

(𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻. 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻. 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱)

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⭢ In which: you become ghostface newest target but figure out who’s been behind it all the whole time which shocks you, you loved ethan but he was so obsessed, maybe you were his everything.

☆ | Warning(s): blood , gore , death , suggestive language

☆ | note: when I saw Jack champion as Ethan Landry? I became obsessed recently. now I have a huge obsession with his character. and you will too ;)

☆ | gender: she/her (reader)

You had love for Ethan. you really did. but when it came down to certain things you didn’t like talking about, he dropped the topic. and that’s what you appreciated about him.

But also, he was crazy about you. feral if that’s what you wanna call it. very protective — yes he has that shy demeanor but when you actually take a good look at him in this moment? you can see he isn’t that innocent. if he can kill, he can do much more.

You just saw him twist someone’s guts. why wasn’t it obvious to you before? he was part of the killings. as well as Quinn and their father. the whole family was crazy, Sam got you tangled all into this but it wasn’t her fault you agreed to this anyways.

At the moment you were standing in the middle of Tara and Sam as they were surrounded by the family of Richie. you could see the anger and rage in their eyes. you get it, they lost their brother due to sam killing him. but he was so obsessed with the movies, it was his fault. not hers.

"He was obsessed with the movies! it wasn’t like sam had a choice. he attacked her first, what was she supposed to do? not fight back in her defense?" you questioned, your arm was still bleeding from when Quinn ‘accidentally’ stabbed you.

Ethan turned to you, "you’re really going to let that bitch put that in your pretty little mind? she’s the one in the wrong. Richie did nothing wrong! nothing! And she fucking killed him without any regret. she’s just like her damn father." Tara put a hand on your shoulder but Ethan glared at her.

"Don’t. don’t you fucking touch her!" Ethan yelled, Tara pushed you behind her while staring down Ethan, “No, no you stay the fuck away from her!” she yelled back, Ethan kept glaring at her.

"You keep gettin’ in the way. but I’m gonna fix that real soon, Tara." Ethan threatened, you backed away in fear. what happened to the Ethan you once loved and knew? what happened to the shy Ethan? the dorky one?

He then looked over at you with a smile, he looked at the blood on the knife and realized it was yours. his face turned into one of concern.

"Oh, baby I’m sorry if I hurt you. it wasn’t even aimed at you, it was for Sam. but here, cause Y’know, I love you so much." Ethan said with a crazed laugh.

He licked the blood from the knife, moaning while he did so which caught you off guard. Tara looked at him like he was crazy, what the actual hell was wrong with him..?

"Run!" Sam yelled, Tara grabbed your hand and the both of you started running, you were inside the museum of all the ghostface items and things every person was killed with, you slipped but returned your footing and dashed up the stairs.

"Are you really trying to take what’s mines, Tara?" You heard Ethan say in a low voice — and it scared you, if you were honest. a shiver ran down your spine.

You kept running and leaned against the railing, which broke and caused you to nearly fall. but Tara and Sam were quick to grab you by the wrist and stop you from falling all the way down. but you were hanging and nearly almost done for.

"My hands are slipping, just let go!" you said, Tara felt tears fall from her eyes as she started sobbing, "just hang on okay? just hold our hands, it’s gonna be okay." Sam reassured.

You screamed when a hand grabbed you by the ankle, "help! get off me! someone help!" you continued to yell. Tara held your hand tightly.

She saw Ethan at the bottom with his knife in his hand, a smirk plastered on his lips as he sucked your blood off his fingers.

"You heard her. now you’re hearing me. let her go, Tara." Ethan said with a low growl, "go to hell!" Sam screamed while glaring down at him.

Then your hand slipped, "shit, (Y/n) no!" Tara screamed, you fell to the ground with a thud and groaned in pain. you hurried and crawled away, but Ethan grabbed you by the legs and dragged you back, "No, no, no!" you yelled, looking for any weapon you could find close.

He turned you around and looked down at you with a crazed smile, his eyes glossing a bit because he had you right where he wanted you.

you were all his.

"Ethan, please. please don’t kill me, please." you begged, this must’ve triggered something in him because he went stiff, a frown on his lips appearing.

He cupped your cheek, "baby..why would you think I’d hurt you? wh..what? no, never. once this is all over you can leave with me, my dad, and sister. we wouldn’t have to worry about anything, it’ll be just us. ‘kay baby?" Ethan said while placing a kiss to your cheek.

you continued to sob, you tried pushing him away but you knew nothing was going to work. you were his and only his. It’s not like you didn’t mind it but you didn’t want it this way.

"Shh, my pretty baby. it’s gonna be okay." he whispered in your ear, something sharp stung you in the neck, you realized it was a needle — wha- what? why did he..?

Your eyes felt droopy, "’ts gonna be okay baby, I promise you." then you went limp in his arms. he got you exactly where he wanted you.

in his arms and only his arms. you were so good to him, no one was ever like that to him before. you were different — completely. that’s why he loved you so so so much.

nobody could take that away from him. not even family.

Note: Part two or..? I think this is good, amazing even. I really love the character so here’s my dedication to our precious bby Ethan & jack :))

Bout made me cry

WISH YOU WERE SOBER! — ethan landry

— BUT IM OVER THIS ROLLERCOASTER!

PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY. in which yn confesses her love to her longtime best friend during a party, who can only frown as he watches her hiccup through her words.

GENRE. fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

AUTHOR’S NOTE. there WILL be a part 2 so lookout for that soon 🫡 listen to “wish you were sober” by conan gray as you read since it was based off that song!! this was requested, although I decided to change it up by replacing reader as the drunk one instead of ethan. this is a non ghostface au so ethan and everybody else are friends & I CAN SPREAD MY ANIKA ETHAN BFF AGENDA (im madly delusional🙄🙄)

This party's shit, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here

Ethan frowns at his surroundings. Heavy music that’s loud enough to have the cops called, lights that felt blinding and overwhelming—and not to mention the couples who were making out in every corner.

“You okay there dude?” Chad asks, examining the boy’s face.

“Not really,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, “I see Tara over there.” He points at the staircase.

“We’re talking about you though,” Chad sighs, “if you want to leave, just say the word and we’ll go.”

Bless Chad’s kind heart.

“It’s alright bro,” Ethan gives him a smile to reassure, “you go talk to Tara. I’m fine here in my corner of the couch.”

Chad chuckles, “okay buddy. If you ever need me, just call my name and I’m here!” He then descends to the staircase, already striking up a convo with Tara.

Ethan can only wish he was that social.

“Eeeee,” And here comes you, his best friend, drunk and stumbling over your own foot.

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing your chin onto his shoulders.

“Sorry!” Anika yells through the loud music, “she’s hard to control when drunk.”

“It’s okay Ani,” Ethan smiles, “I’ve got her.”

Anika quickly takes off the bandana around her leg, tying it on Ethan’s arm.

“Love ya Eth! Thank you.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek before going off to find her girlfriend, Mindy.

“You alright there love?” Ethan asks, rubbing circles into your back. You mumble words that Ethan can’t make out, making him sigh as he switches into a more comfortable position on the couch for the both of you.

Although Ethan’s called you love countless times, you can’t help but blush. You had a huge crush on the curly haired boy, but could never bring yourself to properly confess.

“Want to go to Chad’s car? It’s much less noisy,” Ethan suggests, and you nod slowly.

Kinda hope you're followin' me out. But this is definitely not my crowd.

Taking your hand, Ethan leads you out of the house, making sure he doesn’t bump into drunk frat boys.

Take me where the music ain't too loud. Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

“Want to trade drinks?!” A random girl asks you. Without thinking, you nod, grabbing the small glass and taking it down with one shot.

You shake your head slightly as soon as you step out of the house, trying to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

Ethan opens the passenger door, helping you sit up inside. Then he opens the trunk, revealing a white fluffy blanket. He brings it over, gently placing it on your shivering body.

You looked so pretty, Ethan thought. So so pretty.

“E,” you say quietly as soon as he props himself onto the drivers side. “E.”

“Yes YN?”

You glance up at him with sleepy eyes, the same ones Ethan grown to adore over the months he’s befriended you.

“You’re so pretty,” you say before you can think.

Ethan loses his breath right there and then. “Sorry?” He chokes out.

“You’re so pretty Eth. And you’re so sweet, and caring. You’re such boyfriend material, the way you take care of me and others. I love you Ethan.”

“Do you say this to all the guys you talk to when you’re drunk?” Ethan jokes, but you shake your head quickly, your drunken dazed eyes keeping contact with his.

“No, cause I don’t like any of them the way I like you. I like you Ethan. A lot. I want us to be more than friends,”

Ethan is speechless. Before he can utter another word, you lean forward to kiss him.

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.

The two of you close your eyes, as if you were both waiting for this moment for the longest time. You were.

Ethan pulls away, his face filled with an emotion you can’t put your finger to.

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

“Listen YN,” he says, now looking anywhere but you, “this was sweet. It was. But I really wish you were sober.”

You tilt your head confused. You open your mouth to ask, but Ethan quickly interrupts you. “It’s late, I’ll drive you home.”

“Wait E, I—”

“Please YN, just don’t say anything.”

You gulp, following what Ethan says. Why was he acting like this? You just confessed your feelings!

The entire ride back to your shared apartment with Anika was silent, and you can’t help but feel an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach, as well as a brand new set of tears setting in your eyes.