My name is Ben, some people call me Benny, either is fine but Ben is preferred!
This is not my main account, this is my personal account as my other one is for writing fics about musicians!
I love horror, bats, and vampires!
The lost boys is my favorite movie.
I dress 80s thrash 99% of the time, I also dress punk occasionally.
I’m trans but no one really knows, even on social media so this is my first time openly using he/him pronouns outside of my close friends!
𝔅𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢!
My big three in order: Guns N’ Roses, Void, Stone Temple Pilots!
Guns N’ Roses, Metallica, Void, Dark Angel, Mercyful Fate, Metal Church, Mötley Crüe, Sisters of Mercy, W.A.S.P, Echo and the Bunnymen, Dokken, Depche Mode, Hanoi Rocks, The Cars, Van Halen, The Clash, Stone Temple Pilots, Alice In Chains, New York Dolls, Megadeth, I have a ton more but this is probably enough.
𝔐𝔶 𝔉𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪𝔰!
Guns N’ Roses, The lost boys, Stranger Things, Star Wars! You can talk to me about anything though because I’m a massive nerd.
I'm commited to draw this guys in a way that anyone who wants some free stikers of them can print them, because myself would love to have something like this to.
Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a lost boys fic where it’s ftm!autistic!readers birthday (because it’s my birthday on the 28th) and he’s at the boardwalk crying cuz his family all got him feminine things cuz they don’t accept the fact that he’s trans? And maybe reader dresses in a very thrash metal style, like leather or battle jacket(like Marcos), band shirts, wallet chain, ect. kinda like James Hetfield or smth (totally not because that’s how I dress :p)
Obviously you can ignore this if you’d like!
P. S could it be a bit Paul centered?
Happy late birthday!!!
Birthday boy
♤ The Lost Boys x ftm!autistic!reader
♧ comfort, transphobic family, birthdays, crying, pda, Paul centered
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: I really like how this turned out!
You never liked your birthday. The attention on you always felt like too much and your family, being your family, went out of their way to give you gifts to remind you how they viewed you. This year was no different either. Instead of a band shirt or maybe a cassette tape of your favorite band, they got you a pink sun dress, a white lacy tank top, and pastel colored nail polish. They comments they made to you were even worse as you blocked them out and left without a word. That's how you ended up sitting on a bench at the boardwalk alone on your birthday. You felt pathetic crying in public but your emotions were just too much and before you knew it, warm tears were falling down your cheeks.
Your lonely pity party didn't last long though when Paul sat down next to you. You had half forgotten you told the boys you'd meet them for your birthday so you could actually celebrate it and now Paul had come looking. He didn't give you a look of pity or sadness when he saw you crying, he just sat with you, oddly quiet compared to his usual self.
"Hey, Paul."
You finally murmured after composing yourself.
"Hi, buddy."
Paul didn't ask, knowing the answer already. It was difficult for him to not start yapping at you about anything to try and get your mind off what happened, but he knew what you needed right now.
You sighed, scooting closer to Paul and leaning your head against him. You couldn't careless about any judgmental stares right now, Paul would take care of it if it became an actual problem.
"Where's everyone else?"
You asked softly, watching as people walked by with big smiles, prizes, and food. Paul wrapped his arm around you as he spoke.
"Waiting for me to find you. We all kinda assumed what was gonna happen so we've been waiting for you."
You nodded. The boys stalked constantly, just keeping an eye on you as they would say. You didn't mind.
"Should we get going? I don't want them to worry."
You said, sitting up to see if Paul would follow but he didn't. In fact, he pulled you back down to his side.
"Nah, they be fine."
Paul said, going back to people watching with you. He smelled of weed and cologne, a scent that would give anyone else a headache but you had come to love it. After a beat of silence Paul spoke again, his voice less confident.
"Are you okay? David told me not to ask you and I've been trying but it freaks me out when shit like this happens."
Paul finally looked at you, those puppy dog eyes seering into your soul. You nodded, sighing softly.
"I'm feel better now. It just sucks, y'know? Imagine it's your birthday and all of the boys got you preppy clothes like Polos and shit. None of that's you, it want they want you to be but your not that, and you never will be."
You wiped away tears that had welled up while you were talking. You took a deep breath before looking at Paul.
"I just wanna be with you guys right now."
Paul pulled you into a hug, letting you bury your face into his chest. The fishnet of his shirt tickled your face slightly but you didn't mind.
"That's fine. We definitely can do that, man."
Paul stood up, bringing you with him. He began walking to where you assumed the boys were, him guiding you the entire time. You weren't used to Paul being his gentle and serious but it was really nice.
"Hey, baby."
Marko said as you and Paul approached the boys. He immediately came over to you, pressing a small kiss to your cheek.
"Happy birthday."
Paul handed you off to Marko, who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
"Thank you."
You said softly, smiling slightly as the boys surrounded you.
"We know your birthday was shitty so we got you a couple presents."
David announced, holding something behind his back. He gave you his gift first. It was a personalized mixtape with your favorite songs on it, plus a couple he knew you'd like. You took the tape and smiled, it was perfect.
"My turn."
Paul said excitedly, grabbing a gift bag that he left by his motorcycle. You quickly opened it and pulled out a bat stuffed animal. It had fangs, big wings, and was so incredibly soft. Before you could thank anyone, Marko shoved another gift bag in your arms.
"Open mine next."
Marko was buzzing with excitement as you pulled his gift out of the bag. Inside was a leather jacket like Dwayne's but covered in patches and pins, like Marko's. It was amazing. You were so stunned and overwhelmed, you could even get words out to thank Marko before Dwayne handed you his gift, tickets to your favorite band.
"I figured you'd be too overwhelmed tonight so they're for tomorrow night."
You stared at everything, stunned. It was... perfect. It was all things you actually liked and things that felt authentic to you.
"I... thank you..."
You murmured, smiling so hard it hurt. To others, your reaction may have been underwhelming, like you were disappointed, but the boys knew better. They grinned, knowing they blew it out of the park.
"That's not the only gifts you got, if you're feeling up to it?"
Paul offered, a flirty grin on his face. You blushed, nodding as the boys got onto their bikes. Maybe your birthday wasn't so bad.
but if this guy smokes even a tiny amount of weed, handsy-ness increases GREATLY.
if he’s in public, he doesn’t really care. he’s gonna stick his face in your hair and kiss on your neck, maybe slide his hands down your thighs. he’s gonna bite on your earlobe just to feel you jump.
and don’t get me started on grinding against you.
he tries to be subtle, he really does. but he isn’t. it’s taking every fiber of paul’s being not to pull you into an alley somewhere and start tearing your clothes off.
it’s always when you’re in the middle of a conversation that he’s standing behind you, hands on your hips when he does this. you’re chatting it up casually with some locals you’ve befriended and paul will just so casually put his crotch right into your back, and slowly start to move. it always catches you off guard, and you gotta pretend like bro isn’t literally getting himself hard against you as you continue talking. you’re so used to it at this point that it really doesn’t completely phase you.
