Tlb Dwayne - Blog Posts
If you’ve never watched The Lost Boys I beg you to watch it
alr so i got another lost boys fanfic idea that i’ll hopefully publish next week but we shall see
more info if ya want..
no idea what it’s gonna be called, if you got suggestions it’d be much appreciated :)
basically someone was transphobic to marko or something, and dwayne comforts him
will be very soft and fluffy and sweet
just gonna be one chapter
probably not gonna be edited too much cuz i just needa ramble and need comfort
welp. hopefully i can actually finish it in time but if not i’ll try my best to publish it by the end of the month
Laddie: Marko said the fuck word!
Dwayne: *surprised yet amused* Marko said the fuck word?
hiya :)
i got a fanfic idea fairly recently for the lost boys so here’s a lil description..
It’s the late 1880s and David had recently met a charming young man named Dwayne, taking him under his wing and into his home. Dwayne had seen the wretched parts of life, but David’s world was something he was never expecting. His newfound discovery was wynorrific, but would it tear their blossoming relationship apart or bring them closer together?
i still have some things to work out with the plot, but i’ve got it set out for the most part. just needa get to writing more than a few pages now..
it’s gonna be called sweet orange blossom, and likely won’t be published till winter comes around, but i got other works in progress currently too so yk
celebrating new years with the boys <3
The Lost Boys x GN Reader
Laughter and screams of joy filled your ears as you walk along the broad walk, breathing in the humid salt water air. The sound of your sandals clacking against the board walk lulls you into a sense of ease, exciting you for the new beginnings ahead of you.
Santa Carla wasn’t your top pick for places to live. Hell, with a name like “Murder Capital of the World”, it would be no one’s first choice, but something drew you here. Maybe it was the cheap tuition of the university in the town over, the warm weather, or the new sense of freedom that came with graduating high school and starting your life. Whatever it was it didn’t matter at the moment, because the feeling of the salty air tussling up your hair and the bright lights of the rides around you made you fee euphoric.
Stopping at the railing of the board walk, you looked down to the beach, watching the lone couples who walked barefoot in the sand holding hands. You smiled to yourself and you raised your gaze to look at the ocean, the moon reflecting its silver light across the water in ripples as the waves pushed them to meet the shore. Turning around, you scan the shops around you and find one that peaks your interest. Making your way to the store, the sound of a low rumble echoed across the board walk causing you to jump. You turned to find three blondes and one brunette riding their bikes through the crowds of people, laughing as they jumped to get out of their way.
Shit. They’re blocking the door.
While the men did give you an uneasy feeling, you’re want to look in the shop suppressed the anxious turn of your stomach. As you approached two of the men, both blondes, were playfully fight each other. The brunette and one other blonde were leaning against their bikes, snickering at the other two. As you approach though, they lifted their gazes to meet yours. Your skin crawled as their eyes narrowed in on you. Their gazes devoured you, making you feel like nothing but a piece of meat.
Swallowing down the fear that began to overwhelm you, you shoot the boys a polite smile as you tried to squeeze your way around them.
“Excuse me..”
You had successfully made your way through them, letting out a sigh. Just as you thought your interaction with them came to an end, one of them called out to you.
“Haven’t seen you around here before.” You turned around to meet the man’s eyes as your skin began to prickle with goose bumps. The first thing you noticed about him was his blonde mullet, which had no doubt been obtained by bleaching.
“Yeah, you new around here babe?” Your eyes flicked over to another blonde, you looked like he was trying to impersonate Dee Snider.
“Uh yeah, I am,” you said, trying to keep your reply short, hoping it would end the conversation.
“Looks like you need someone to show you around. Why don’t we help you babe?”
“Uh no, that’s okay, I’m fine really-“
An arm came around your shoulders and pulled you into someone. You looked up and made eye with a full head of blonde curls. “Don’t worry,” he purred, “we don’t bite.” The rest of them laughed at this as they began to walk, pulling you along with them.
“How rude of us boys, we didn’t even introduce ourselves!” called out the bleach blonde mullet. “I’m David,” he replied. “This is Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.”
You looked up at the one named Dwayne, who you forgot was even there. He had been so quiet the whole time you didn’t even notice the way he’d been staring at you, like he was looking right through you. You shivered.
Maybe you should have stayed home tonight.
They're just silly serial killer boys. I just got a new program and I love it a lot. I can make really awesome brushes. I had to draw each boy in a separate file and add them in afterwards.i have those files which I might share later.
