#paul x marko

[kitkatdoodlez]

Nesting

[strawberryscribblesandwrites]

Vampires vs Bath time

Marko x reader x Paul

Summary: your two blond vampire boyfriends visit you and things get a little steamy ;)

Author's note: I might do full smut part two we shall see

A cool breeze ruffled my hair, the smell of the sea being carried by it. That was one of the few perks of living right near the boardwalk, the fresh smell of the salty ocean.

Another perk was that I was close to my boys.

Ah, my boys. How could I begin to describe my undead delinquents? Well you have David, the ring leader, charming sinister energy to him at first but once you get to know him he had a soft spot for his lost boys. Dwayne is the silent brooding type, he loves reading and riding his bike with the others. Marko and Paul, the messy mischief makers filled with a childish hyperactiveness to them.

When I first met my boys they were well they were kind of a mess, only washing in the ocean, living then with frizzy matted hair- they would occasionally use the public showers near the boardwalks, but after meeting them I was adamant that they should keep good hygiene, especially if we were to all be in a relationship. David and Dwayne followed my rule and would pop in to have a proper hot shower or bath.

Now, Paul and Marko.... would try their best to remember but they would often get caught up in their shenanigans.

My radio was playing a loud rock song that reminded me of a thrilling night in the cave. I danced around my room without a care until the sound of a shrill wolf whistle and catcalling made me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to face my open window, I saw none other than the pair of blonde vamps. Their faces and clothes smeared with thick blood.

"What the hell" I whisper shouted at them.

"Aww baby don't be like that, it was a good show" Paul said with a smirk while Marko was giggling like a mad man. "Hurry in before anyone sees you" I said, shaking my head trying to suppress a smile at their antics.

"Do not touch anything" I said sternly as they came through my window. I walked to my set of draws and got the pair some comfy clothes to chuck on while I put their blood-drenched clothes in the wash. "Let me guess you were playing with your food and got too messy?" I asked them over my shoulder. "You could say that” David said “We were starting to stink up the place" Marko mumbled, like a child being told off. "I think we could have gone a few more days before we needed a good wash" Paul said in a joking manner.

"Gross" I stated.

Putting the boy's respective comfy clothes on my bed, I turned to the pair to inspect which of them needed a more thorough approach. Looking at Paul, he didn't seem too bad. His hair was stiff, as were his clothes- covered in deep, sticky blood. But other than that he didn't seem too bad. Marko, on the other hand, had his shirt half ripped and his soaked jacket looked particularly crusty. His chaps had seen better days, not to even mention how his hair was stuck together, all matted with blood clots.

"Paul you're up first, Marko baby you need extra care. I swear if you boys continue this I'll start treating you like actual dogs and just put you in the paddling pool and hose you down" I threatened

"Woof" Marko said smirking causing Paul to explode with laughter

"Sugar, we aren't that bad" he said breathlessly between laughs. I just hummed in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Baby, you just stay there. You can read some comics on my desk, I don't mind you getting a mess on my desk chair" I told him over my shoulder.

Turning on the taps of my bath, I added some soap and set some shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the side of the tub.

"Strip" I said pointing to the bath.

"Oooh, no need to be so snappy. If you wanted me naked you should just ask nicely" he said in a seductive tone.

"Not tonight casanova" I told him, causing him to pout.

I walked out of the bathroom giving him his privacy to get in the tub. Waiting, till I heard him shout through the door he was ready. I opened the door to collect his clothes.

"Hey baby, do you think you can wash my hair?" he asked softly. "Of course I can sweetie" I smiled.

Popping my head back into my room after I had put Paul's clothes into the washing machine, I was met with the sight of Marko, with his feet kicked up on my desk engrossed in one of my many comics. I made my way back to the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a response before making my way in.

Paul lay in the bath, his wet hair pooling around his broad shoulders, his face and chest absent of the blood that was there earlier that night. "Hey Paulie" I said softly as I kneeled by the bath. He gave me a sweet smile as he sat up giving me better access to his head.

I truly loved nights like these with my boys. Sure they were killers, but they were also the boys that always treated me with love and care.

Kissing Paul's shoulder, I leaned for the shampoo, squirting some on my hand and massaging it into his scalp, causing Paul to let out a soft groan, my nails raking across his head."Have I told you how much I love you?" Paul breathlessly groaned as I started pouring water gently over his hair. “I'm always happy to hear it baby” I said, kissing his shoulder again.

I continued rinsing his hair until it was free of soap, repeating the process with the conditioner. “I could get used to this” Paul sighed, as the water sloshed round the tub as he started to stand up. “Well, I'm glad to hear that because I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn't smell like a corpse when I see him” I chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bath. “Aww, don't you find the smell of rotting sexy babe” he teased, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his bare chest. “Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think it is” I joked into his chest.

“Come on pretty boy, Marko needs a bath and a good scrub” I said, kissing his chest, causing a deep rumble to spread through him.

“Your clothes are on the bed and the hair dryer is in my desk drawer” I said, opening the door of the bathroom for him.

I leaned down putting my hand in the now lukewarm water to pull out the plug and let it drain .

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe of my room, I watched as Paul moved over to my desk where Marko was sat. Paul leaned over him to get to the draw, allowing Marko to quickly lean up and kiss his jaw. “You smell nice” he told him. “Thanks bud” he said with a soft smile, retrieving the hair dryer.

Moving back to the bathroom as the last of the bath water emptied out, I replugged it, filling it with hot water and more soap, waiting until the bath was full until I called on Marko.

After a few minutes, he hadn't come. I decided to see why he was taking so long, walking over to my desk and leaning down over his shoulder. “Marko baby, why aren't you coming to the bathroom?” I asked softly.

“Babe, this comic is bitchin’. Look!” he said, excitedly showing me the panels of two characters fighting. Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “That's pretty cool, but ya gotta get a wash baby”. He groaned as he put the comic down.

We both moved to the bathroom where the bath was almost full of hot water and soap. “Pass me your jacket” I told the blond vampire. He shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. Giving a quick thank you, I moved his jacket to the kitchen where I could hand wash it.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom and waited for the okay from Marko to come in.

“Hey” he said, as I entered the steamy bathroom. “Hi” I smiled.

Marko was sat up straight in the water. Unlike Paul, he hadn’t bothered to rid his face and chest of congealed and dried blood .

Kneeling by the bathtub, I soaked the washcloth in the water, bringing it up to Marko’s face and gently scrubbed his chin. “You're both such messy eaters, you know that?” I asked with a chuckle. “We can’t help it babe, we just get a lil excited is all” he stated with a smile. I chuckled slightly at his response.

Gently, I grabbed his chin and tilted his head back so that I could wipe the blood from his neck. Occasionally, I would re-wet the cloth until his neck was clear of blood. I placed a set of soft kisses on his neck, up to his jawline. Pulling away from Marko, I dipped the cloth back in the water.

“Why are you so gentle with us?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, while tilting my head and smiling softly.

“Well, I mean, you’re so soft with us. You make sure we are clean, and I mean- well look at you. You’re cleaning a bloodthirsty creature of the night” he stated. “I mean, you wash Pauls hair, you give David massages when he gets worked up, you sit and read with Dwayne, and don’t even get me started on how soft you are with Laddie. You buy him allsorts. You treat us so well and I don’t understand why” he said bewildered

“Hmm. Well, the answer is simple” I said as I brought my soapy hand up to his cheek. “It’s because I love you all, so very dearly” I smiled sweetly.

Marko broke out into a wide smile. “Awww, babe. You love us? Ewww” He joked as he pulled me into a kiss.

Pulling away, I gave him a soft look.“Alright lover boy, I should really wash your hair now. It’s all matted” I said. Sternly grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I started to lather his hair. “It smells like you” he mumbled to himself as I continued the process of lathering and rinsing until there were no more suds in his hair.

Grabbing the conditioner, I gently raked it through his hair before grabbing a comb to get the knots out of his curly hair, being careful not to pull and hurt him. Once I was done running the conditioner through his hair, I rinsed it all out.

“Alright, I'm gonna give your jacket a wash. I’m sure you can handle the rest from here” I said. Standing from the bathroom floor, I moved to the door.

Before I stepped down the stairs I went to check on Paul, he was on my bed, towel still low on his hips as he read one of the comics Marko had earlier. He’d turned the rock music on my radio higher, seeming comfortable

I carefully made my way down the stairs with the rest of Markos clothes in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, putting his jeans and shirt in the washing machine and setting it away along with Paul's clothes. The sloshing sound of the washer filling with water engulfed the silent kitchen. Grabbing Marko’s jacket, I filled the sink with cold water and detergent then began gently scrubbing at the blood stains, carefully, so as to not ruin it. I hummed a random song I had heard from the radio earlier as I worked away to rid the jacket of all the blood soaking it.

I stiffened as a pair of cold hands made their way round my waist.

“What you doing down here all by yourself?” Paul hummed huskily in my ear as his hand made its way under my shirt.

“Ah! Paul baby, your hands are freezing” I squealed, trying to squirm away from him.

“Well, you can help me warm them up” He mumbled against my skin. Paul started to drag his lips slowly down my neck until he reached the junction where my neck met my shoulders. I hummed at the feeling of his soft lips on the crook of my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

“I heard you and Marko in the bathroom” He whispered as he began kissing and nibbling back up my neck to my ear, causing me to let out a low huffy breath. “We love you too” he said as he pulled away, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Groaning at the loss of one of my vampire boyfriends body on mine, I turned to see his face lit up with a devilish smirk.

“Come on, Marks waiting” He informed, deciding I could finish washing markos jacket later. I dried my hands on a dish towel before following Paul up the stairs to my room.

As I entered the room I was met with the sight of Marko drying his hair with the spare towel I had given him earlier.

“Hey baby” He said joyfully with a smile. I chuckled at his joy. Paul had once again wrapped himself around me as he swayed to the rock music on the radio. He would occasionally place kisses along my neck.

Marko soon made his way over to us both. He placed one of his hands on my hips as he brought the other to my cheek to pull me into a passionate kiss.

The feeling of Marko’s lips on mine mixed with the feeling of Paul’s nibbling kisses and occasionally licking my neck made my head spin.

“Boys” I groaned at there attack as I pulled away from Marko for air, leaning my head back.

This only allowed the pair to continue their attack. Marko dove in, attaching his lips to the underside of my jaw.

Paul pulled away giggling. “Aww, look Marko, we have them melting” Paul teased, causing the other boy to pull away with a smile.

“You boys are the worst”. I groaned at the loss of their touch.

“You sure about that sugar?” Paul said as he tilted my chin to pull me into a passionate kiss. Marko trailed his cold hands from my hips up my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips trailing up my chest sent shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a moan into the kiss with paul.

Marko continued his path, his cold hand grabbed my chest with a dark chuckle. “Your heart is beating so fast baby. Do we really get you going that bad?” He said as he lifted my shirt and kissed my hip before he made his way up my stomach. The feeling of his soft breathing on my skin made my stomach muscles tense. It felt like the most heavenly torture.

He pulled away, making me internally groan. “You made them all whiney” Paul cooed in mock sympathy, causing Marko to giggle as he pulled my shirt off.

His nails gently dragged my hips closer to his face the cold tip of his nose hitting just above my hip made my body shiver in anticipation, Markos eye flitted up to mine then to pauls.

Paul's hand trailed up my chest his hand trailed up my chest to my his hands were soft as he moved my head slightly to the side and slowly licked up my neck before I felt the nipping feeling of his teeth dragging along the tender skin below my ear. Marko had pulled away from my hip his fingers digging under the hem of my jeans with a smirk “mmm hey paul do you think they are desperate enough” he rasped to the other vampire “nope” paul replied Marko breathily My room once filled with loud rock music was replaced by my own breathy wines and moans mixed with the raspy teasing giggles of Marko and paul they really did love teasing.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

6 and 15 please 🙏🏾

6. "Paul! Stop bullying the pigeons!"

15. "Don't be an idiot, of course I love you."

Thanks for requesting! I hope you like this one!

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Three days ago, David had come back from a mandatory visit with Max with rather bad news. Apparently, their activities had gained the attention of not only a bunch of vampire hunters but also the feds. Bad news. Very bad, because vampire hunters could be fought - but the feds meant the general public could figure out that they existed.

Three days ago, David had walked in, simply stating: "We're grounded." Three days ago, things were fine. Now, however, the atmosphere was tense.

Since the news, they hadn't fed, so they were hungry. One thing about hungry vampires is that they get on each others nerves quickly.

David had retreated back to an old abandoned room, hidden somewhere deep inside the caves. He'd stated that if anyone bothered him, they'd regret it - and seeing the hungry stare and the almost empty pack of cigarettes in his hands, the boys had agreed. Marko had been painting, working on some new patches, feeding his pigeons. Hed managed to keep himself quite busy. Dwayne had taken to reading, trying to forget the hunger by literary escapism. It had worked for a while until someone had gotten bored. The first day, Paul had sorted out his music. The second he'd listened to everything and discovered he didn't have any weed, alcohol or cigarettes anymore. The third day, today, he had woken up only to be very - very - bored. So, now he was entering hour four of catching a bouncing ball after dropping it, throwing it at the walls or ceiling - and then doing it all over again.

"Will you stop that?!" Dwayne growled, glaring at Paul. Paul stopped to look at him, only to catch the bouncing ball a second later and bouncing it against the wall once again.

"Dude, shut up! Go read somewhere else if it bothers you this much."

"Throw that damn thing once again and I'll fucking rip your hands off!"

"Don't bother, I'll learn to throw with my feet."

"Them too!"

"Fine, I'll learn how to do it with my mouth," Paul grinned, causing Dwaynes glare to turn deadly. Before Paul realised what had happened, Dwayne had grabbed the bouncing ball, crushing it between his fists. The dusty crumble fell to the ground. With a sad sigh Paul looked at the remains of his entertainment before looking at Dwayne.

"You owe me a fucking bouncing ball."

"Get me my sanity back and we'll talk."

With those words, Dwayne disappeared into the cave, leaving both his book and the source of his annoyance behind.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" Marko looked up from his latest work, a giant mural of Jim Morrison.

"I can't help it, I'm bored!" Paul jumped down on the couch, falling on his back with a loud huff. His arm laid loosely beside the couch, his fingers toying with some pebble.

"You do realise we're all stuck in here?"

"Duh! The hunger I can deal with, alright? But I fucking miss the boardwalk and doing shit!"

Marko looked up and shrugged. "If you weren't such an ass you would have gotten some in the past few days."

"You tell me now," Paul grumbled, throwing the pebble up in the air, scaring one of the pigeons away from its resting spot. The vampire grinned, catching the pebble and throwing it up into the air once again, scaring another pigeon. It flew up, feathers falling down. Angrily, the bird glared at Paul.

Paul didn't mind, though, even though he was careful not to actually hit the pigeons - not because he cared about the pigeons, but because he cared about the owner of said pigeons - it was something new to do. And if the birds got physical, well, at least it would keep him busy, right?

"Paul!" Marko yelled, catching the pebble before it landed in Paul's hand. "Stop bullying the pigeons!"

"Then give me something to do because I am fucking bored!"

"Not my problem, don't bother my pigeons."

"You could bother me, though?" Paul asked grinning, but he shut up when he saw the glare his mate send him. "Sorry about the pigeons man."

"Yeah."

"No, seriously."

Marko nodded, picking up a paint brush and continuing his work. "I know."

"I'm just not used to being cooped up inside."

"None of us are, and we're dealing with it alright." Marko snapped, realising he'd made a small error with the latest brushstroke. He would have to fix it later when it was dry.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

"No. Just hungry."

Paul nodded. "Oh. I thought you were pissed about the pigeons."

"Kind of, you're a fucking idiot if you think that bullying them would get you any positive attention."

"Yeah, I guess. It was shitty."

"Yeah. Glad that you got it."

"I think I'll just go," Paul said. He got up, walking towards the lift shaft at the end of the cave. Marko stopped him, giving him a questioning look.

"Why?"

"Well -" he began, but Marko quickly shut him up. He knew Paul. He knew what he was like, how his thoughts ran a hundred miles a second, and how - if they were not stopped before - they could turn dark and depressing within minutes. He sighed, knowing exactly where his thoughts would go now.

"Don't be an idiot," he looked at Paul, "of course I love you."

[crustyraccoon]

Paul and Marko definitely watch horror movies then recreate the scenes and kills to see if there realistic.

Some of there favorites being trapping people in the cave and recreating saw

doing the dramatic villain reveal like in Scream 1

Playing with peoples minds to make them see ghost and stuff

or just plain out making fun of other monster movies that don’t include vampires.

Dwayne had to ban them from trying out the “hey Paul” scene in American Psycho cause Marko and Paul made one too many comments about hitting Paul with an axe. And Dwayne and David didn’t know how he’d fare after an axe to the head

[people-are-strange-87]

Polyamory's always a win. Just ask the lost boys

[siriuslymooned]

Paul jokingly called Michael babygirl once, ONCE, and Marko never let it go.

[nonbinary-weirdo]

Welp

Summers closing in unfortunately

But theres a summer movie I anticipate to watch every year.

(I seriously ship these two over MichaelxStar anyday!)

And these two knuckleheads are so canon gay for each other.

[walmart-icarus]

Hey @walmart-cereal I have headcanon for you!

What if Paul and Marko got married and had a wedding what would it look like, do they wear suits or maybe even a dress and what would they do on their wedding night?

LMAOOOO

Marko would absolutely wear some goofy ass shit like a pink wedding dress with so. many. ruffles.

Paul would show up in sweatpants and a T-shirt that desperately needs a wash

on their romantic wedding night, they dress up in drag and eat homophobes and transphobes at the boardwalk <3

[ria-coolgirl]

Wrath of the chaos bride

(I thought about this yesterday while listening to Kate Bush’s song The wedding list.)

https://youtu.be/fJvXpvH2-Hk?si=LKuan4fpcrM3Kq02 

His heart sank in the gloom as his king fell into.

The blood drips from his lips, the queen cried in agony as he gives him a tender kiss.

They were supposed to live together him and his queen, the king and queen of chaos and terror.

Now that dream was left shattered, with tears streaming down. He knew in his heart he wanted revenge.

Wearing a wedding dress with a gun in hand, soon that dress will be red. The deed was done in a flash with a twisted grin and a laugh as he watches the ones who had killed his beloved.

Pointing the gun to his head with a smile and a single tear. “I’m coming, honey!” As he pulls the trigger.

[jack-is-lost]

Two Dudes On A Date (TLB Fanfic)

I'm at it again with offering short and sweet, to the point, content. Enjoy some Parko cuteness.

Marko and Paul were the perfect match — two wild and chaotic blonds who reveled in the dark and twisted world of vampires. They had been inseparable ever since they joined the Lost Boys gang and wreaked havoc on the small beach town of Santa Carla.

One night, as they prowled the streets in search of their next victim, Marko turned to Paul with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, you wanna go on a date?" he asked, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

Paul raised an eyebrow. "A date? With you?" he teased, his own eyes glinting with amusement.

Marko rolled his eyes playfully. "Come on, it'll be fun," he said, grabbing Paul's hand and pulling him towards a nearby pier.

As they walked along the deserted boardwalk, Marko and Paul laughed and joked like they always did, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

They stopped at a carnival game booth, and Marko won a stuffed animal for Paul with ease. Paul grinned, his heart pounding with excitement as Marko handed him the prize.

"Thanks, babe," Paul said, using the term of endearment light, maybe as a tease or joke. But Marko was pleased by the sudden display of affection and gave the wild blond a wink. "Any time, hot stuff."

They continued their date, wandering the town and causing chaos wherever they went. But despite their wild antics, there was a tenderness to their interactions that hinted at something deeper.

Finally, as the night grew late — the boardwalk shutting down and everyone leaving, Marko and Paul found themselves on a deserted beach. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the waves crashing against the shore while staring off into the distance.

"...You know," Marko said softly, "I never thought I'd find someone who could keep up with me like you do. Someone who understands me."

Paul smiled, his shoulder nudging lightly against the shorter blond. "I feel the same way, Marko. You're the only one who's ever been able to see me for what I am and not... not just a stoner."

Their eyes met, and at that moment, they knew that they were more than just two vampire bros having some fun. They leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace as the horizon over the ocean started to bloom a faint orange. Time was running out.

As they pulled away, Marko and Paul smiled at each other. They were two wild and chaotic souls, but together, they were unstoppable. "C'mon, let's get back before Davey thinks we combusted into flames." "Yeah," Paul spoke softly, arms still lingering around Marko's shoulders, as if he didn't want the moment to end.

[kitkatdoodlez]

It’s not polite to play with your food

[ria-coolgirl]

Awesome art 🤩 @fleouriarts

paul <3 (with a special guest)

[tac-the-unseen]

how slasher reacts that s/o is rude and hot-tempered with everyone but with him he becomes sweet and kind ?? (pleaseee do Tommy)

Slashers x Rude Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Honestly whatever

•He thinks it's a little funny when you're sassy or bitchy with people

•He chill with almost whatever you do

•Loves feeling like He's the only person in your world (He's toxic like that)

•giving only him your affection sends every happy chemical to his brain

•No matter what your relationship, He wants to be the only one

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•You give these boys whiplash

•One second you're yelling at somebody, and the next you're giggling and laughing with them

•However watching you blow up at a guy for flirting with you is enough to make them stay

•If you're also a Ghostface, they're putting you on phone duty. They love your sassy one-liners

•They both back you up all the time, whether you're wrong or right

•these boys are real ride or dies (You did watch the movie right?)

Thomas Hewitt:

•Confused

•He has no idea how you can switch up so fast

•He loves how kind you are to him, But watching you be mean to everybody else makes his head spin

•On one hand he loves being around you, and you are truly his best friend. On the other, he doesn't know How you even became friends in the first place at times

•Your smile is enough to remind him though

•But he also knows that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, So he's double protective

Bubba Sawyer:

•Another case of whiplash

•But at least you get to stand up and fit in with his brothers

•they're the rudest people he knows, So at least he knows that you're truly part of the family

•And someone has to tell the cashier he ordered no pickles, And it's not going to be him

•Loves seeing your ‘soft’ side (It makes him feel special and trusted)

Bo Sinclair:

•Loves it

•Couldn’t be more proud

•Watching you snap at travelers is enough to put hearts in his eyes

•He cheers you on while you verbally brawl with others

•Sometimes wishes you're that bitchy with him (But then he remembers all the people you made cry, and prefers not to be on that receiving end)

Vincent Sinclair:

•A little unsettled by the deja vu he gets

•You remind him so much of his brother that it bothers him to a degree

•Then you're so sweet to him and he forgets that feeling for a while

•However he will have a mini crisis by how many rude people are in his life….or were

•Asks you to try and be a little nicer to people, while also giving you permission to have screaming matches with Bo (You leave poor Lester out of it!)

Lester Sinclair:

•He kind of needs someone to stand up for him

•someone has to set his brother's straight, and it sure ain't going to be him

•views you like a guard dog

•He's so grateful for it too

•Tries to repay you by taking you the scenic routes if you tag along with him for work

Billy Lenz:

•Whenever he's fed up he hands you the phone line

•Another slasher that cheers you on

•Scream at the sorority girls all you want, no matter what he'll be behind you with imaginary pom-poms

•And when you turn around and look at him with affection, it makes him melt

•Will be snuggled up to your mid section with you curse a bitch out

•If you literally weren't the only person in his life, you'd be a little concerned that you are his comfort person

Brahms Heelshire:

•as long as you're not rude to him, whatever

•kind of loves it, but will not admit it

•It makes him less prone to jump out and grab people

•Will still snatch a hoe if needed, but he loves to watch you take care of ‘pests’

•Sassing the grocery Boy is a sure way to get Brahms to do whatever you want

•It just makes him feel secure, heard, and understood

Hannibal Lecter:

•Be honest with yourself

•You do not have Will Graham privileges

•You're going in the soup

•om nom nom nom 😋

Will Graham:

•another case of: whatever don't care

•(Not) The rudest couple in town

•You've both mastered the “Bitch Please” Look

•Hannibal tries telling Will that you are bad influence, Will doesn't listen and does not care

•you're as sweetest can be to him and feed his puppies, that is enough for him

The Lost Boys:

•You fit right in

•What other possible qualifications would you need to have to join the residential sassy, vampire, biker, club??

•Watching you curse out a clumsy Tourist makes their day

•David Loves to stand back and watch you ruin a sleazy dudes day

•Dwayne tries to reel you in when you go to far, but will mostly let you do your thing

•Paul and Marko Are your personal cheerleaders through and through! Right or wrong!

•But walking around the boardwalk, terrorizing tourists, spending time together in the cave, and overall spending time with them Really solidifies your place in the gang!

Thanks for Reading!

[p4r4syte]

if youre cold, theyre cold. Let Them In.

[people-are-strange-87]

Workin' Gal

`A knock on the window woke her up. A passing glance at the clock showed it was just after three. Pulling back the black-out curtains, she found her youngest boyfriend, Michael, floating there. Opening the window, she invited him in. His hand was immediately holding her own as he kissed her cheek softly.

“Where are the others, sugar?” Her accent was stronger since she had just woken up. Not that she had been asleep that long anyway.

He threw himself on the bed with a familiar comfortability, “Still hunting. I wasn’t too hungry”

Another knock stopped her before she could respond. This would be her other lovers. Marko was the first through, hugging her tightly before flopping onto one of the many beanbags. David followed, kissing her forehead as he passed on his way to the bathroom - he was going to shower, ever the messy eater. Paul peppered her face with kisses before sitting on Michael’s lap, who groaned as if Paul weighed anything to him. Dwayne was last, closing the window behind him (a courtesy Michael hadn’t had). He loosely wrapped his arms around her waist, gently kissing her as she leant against his bare chest. He manoeuvred them over to her bed, no longer kissing her but still wrapped around her.

He sat against the wall as she lay between his legs, “Did you sleep well, love?”

“Yeah” She nodded, “Was on the ranch all day”

Dwayne’s hands immediately moved to her shoulders, massaging gently. Paul stood announcing his intention to go get snacks. Michael rolled over, resting his head in her lap, “Missed you baby”

“Been busy with your new job, haven’t you, Madre?” Marko chimed in, struggling to get off the beanbag. It kept moving beneath him when he went to push himself up. Nodding once more, she leaned into Dwayne’s chest, forcing his hands to leave her shoulders, instead returning to their previous position around her waist. The shower stopped and David emerged wearing only a towel. He walked to the window, lighting a cigarette, “Can you wash my clothes for me, liebling?”

“Of course. You’ve got spares in the closet”

“I’ll do it, baby” Michael sat back up, “You’ve been working all day”

“Do you even remember how to use a washing machine, Mikey?”

“It’s been a couple of years, Marko. I think I’ve got it”

“Just checkin, dude”

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Poly! The Lost Boys x GN! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: slight physical violence (manager grabs reader's arm), verbal abuse

Prompt: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Yes.” / “What if I just break his nose a little?”

Summary: The boys have been coming to the diner you’re waiting tables at for a while. Your manager is not a fan. One night things escalate.

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The bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of new customers. You looked up after placing the food in front of an older couple, and a bright smile lit up your face as you saw the group of four that just walked in. David and his gang have been coming to the diner for months now. They showed up one night, seemingly curious about the new place that had just opened on the boardwalk. You took their order, they made a few flirty remarks, you flirted right back, and that was it. They obviously took a liking to you and have been coming back every other night. It was honestly the highlight of your day, your stomach flipping in excitement every time. Even if they barely ordered anything, they still spent hours there, and you made an effort to go over to them and chat when work got slower and you had some time.

Your manager clearly didn’t like that. He complained before that they make other customers uncomfortable – although it didn’t seem that way to you –, and chastised you for encouraging them to spend so much time there. He made it a point to give you meaningless tasks so you wouldn’t have time for them, making them leave quicker. He had also been making snide remarks about them and glaring at their table to the point that they started noticing it.

You could basically hear him rolling his eyes from behind the counter as you walked up to their booth and greeted them.

“Hey guys, long time no see,” you joked.

“Hi babe, did you miss us?” Paul purred resting his head in his hand, giving you a dreamy look.

“Maybe,” you smiled coyly. “Maybe not. Who knows?”

“You’re such a tease,” he pouted, but his eyes were smiling.

“You know you like it, Paulie.”

“Oh, I absolutely love it,” he grinned right back at you.

You chuckled. “What can I get you guys? The usual?”

“Can I have you for dinner, sugar? I promise I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to,” Marko said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You and gentle are on two different planets when it comes to eating, Marko. Babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let his teeth near me.”

Marko swatted at Paul, who grabbed a menu to shield himself. “Shut up, dude. You’re no better either. You make even bigger messes than I do.”

“Not true.”

“Who complained about his pants getting ruined just a few days ago? Again.”

“Come on, man, that was one time.”

“Like I said. Again.”

“Yeah? Well you-“

“Boys,” David interjected before it could get any more out of hand. “How about we order already?” His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it that caused the other two to begrudgingly back down. It was a good thing too. Some of the other customers were already staring at the commotion, shuffling uncomfortably in their seats and whispering among themselves. You could feel your manager practically glaring holes into the back of your head.

They proceeded to give you their orders one by one, and after writing them down and sending them one last smile, you went to relay the orders to the cook. That’s when your manager walked up to you, his stormy expression promising nothing good.

“I need to talk to you for a second,” he stated.

Holding back an eye roll you nodded, “Sure.”

“I told you before that they are not welcome here,” he started, sending a glance towards their table. “Tell those punks to behave or they’ll get kicked out. This is a respectable establishment. We don’t want some hooligans bringing down our reputation.”

You wondered whether he had the balls to do the kicking out himself, but all you said aloud was “Yes, sir.”

When you brought out their food, Dwayne caught your wrist to get your attention.

“Is he giving you trouble again?” He motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, and you looked to see your manager staring out the little window cut into the door.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t deal with,” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. Dwayne gave you a concerned look but nodded, trusting your word.

“Thanks for checking in with me though,” you added, feeling a little bashful all of a sudden, not really used to people caring this much about your well-being.

“Of course,” he smiled back at you.

After giving them their food, you wanted to stay and chat for a bit more, seeing as there weren’t many customers, but you could still feel the glare of your manager so you thought better of it. You went back behind the counter and started wiping it down.

You busied yourself with other tasks for a while, refilling a few coffee cups and making small talk while doing so, cleaning up tables after customers left and taking the orders of new arrivals. Even so, you kept stealing glances at them, blushing when you caught David already looking at you a few times. You noticed that he had a habit of following you around with his eyes while you were working, and although you were slightly unnerved at first, now it felt reassuring to know that he was constantly watching over you.

Tearing your eyes from him you wondered, not for the first time, what their life might be like outside these nightly visits. As much as you’ve gotten to know them these past few months, they were still an enigma in a sense. You haven’t seen them around town during the day before, and every time you asked questions about their background, they skillfully redirected the conversation. So you stopped inquiring, afraid that your prodding will drive them away. For now, you were satisfied with just having them here every other night, brightening up your shift with some light flirting and laughter.

Speaking of laughter, you looked up at the sound of a commotion, only to see Marko dodging a fry chucked at his head by Paul and quickly countering with an attack of his own. Paul barely had time to hold up his menu, the handful of fries bouncing off its surface and onto the seat between them, some of it dropping to the floor. He just let down his impromptu shield, when an onion ring landed right in the middle of his face. The whole table burst out laughing, and he was pointing an accusatory finger at Dwayne, who was shrugging his shoulders with a grin. David was leaning back, watching the food fight with amusement, sipping on his drink.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics, not even bothered that you will have to clean up the mess they created. You headed to the back to get a broom, already thinking about a witty line to tell them off. You just turned around to go back out there, when your manager grabbed your arm. Startled, you let go of the broom and it loudly clattered to the floor.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw that he was seething.

“You tell these low-lives to get the hell out of here right now. Enough is enough. They are loud, not respecting other customers, and now they are making a huge mess by throwing food around. I’ve had it up to here with all this. If they keep coming back I’ll have to do something about it,” he hissed at you, then gave you a look which made you feel like dirt under his shoe. “It would also help a lot if you weren’t encouraging them. Batting your eyelashes like a common whore. You think I couldn’t replace you within a few days? You need to start behaving like a professional or so help me I’ll kick you to the curb.”

His grip on you was tightening with each word, and you tried not to flinch. You’ve never seen him so angry before and it was starting to scare you.

“I’m just trying to be friendly with the customers…”

He wasn’t having any of it. “Enough with the fucking excuses. You go over there and tell them to get out right now.”

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked out and as soon as he let you go, you rushed out of there, broom forgotten on the floor.

David was already looking at you when you approached them. His eyes were on you the second you stepped out of the door, his mood darkening as he took you in. Dwayne picked up on it as well, following his gaze to you. He became alert when he saw your stiff posture, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your apron.

“Hey, dollface,” Paul greeted you with a radiant smile, “have you tried this milkshake before? It’s fucking amazing.”

His grin instantly disappeared from his face when you didn’t smile back.

“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, a bit unsure.

You gave him a sigh before you spoke, “I’m sorry, guys, but you have to leave.” There was silence at the table.

“He did this to you?” Marko’s voice was cold as he asked while staring at your arm, where a bruise was already starting to form.

“Marko, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you tried and failed to calm him down. He looked like he was fuming, ready to explode.

“Sweetheart, that’s not nothing,” Dwayne spoke up next, his jaw tight.

David didn’t say anything, but he was glaring down your manager with such intensity, that you saw him scramble back into the kitchen from the corner of your eye.

“I wanna punch him in the face,” Marko stated, and you had no doubt that he would if you let him.

“Please don’t. I need this job to pay my bills,” you sighed. You were getting exhausted at this point, and just wanted this shift to be over.

“Has he done this before? Hurt you?” Paul asked the question all of them wanted to know the answer to.

“No, he just likes to remind me that I’m a failure,” you smiled wryly. “But it’s nothing I can’t deal with. I promise.”

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Marko repeated, this time with the corner of his mouth turning upward into a little smirk.

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?” Now he was full on grinning.

You snorted. “Man, I would pay money to see that! But like I said, I really need this job. And if you do break his nose, even just a little bit, I’m sure as hell getting fired.”

David finally spoke up. “Alright, we won’t cause you any more trouble. Let’s go, boys.”

They all stood up, filing out one by one, each of them sending death stares towards your manager peeking through the kitchen door. You watched their retreating figures through the window for a second longer, already dreading how much more boring your shifts are going to be from now on if they don’t come back.

Out in the parking lot Dwayne turned to David. “We’re going to do something about this, right?”

“Yes, we’re definitely doing something about it.” He sent a smirk to the others, and as they silently communicated down the plan, they began grinning as well. They got on their bikes, and with a lot of heavy revving, they sped off into the night. It was a promise for later.