#David’s smile while explaining everything is so cute

[vettberg]

Cuties

[dominiquelucalover]

"Friendly" Competition

Blurb for @nervousmagazinefestival

Summary: Luca and his gf have a competition over who can cook the best pancakes so they have a blind taste test at HQ 😂 (<- actual req)

A/N: I hope this okay. It was super cute and I enjoyed writing it.

It started with a harmless comment about who was the better cook, yourself or Luca, and from there it snowballed. Beginning in your kitchen quickly spread to HQ as you and Luca wanted to see how the team would respond to such a question. The catch being that they wouldn't know who made which stack of pancakes. So, both woke up earlier than usual, hit the store on the way to work, and went straight to the kitchen to get started.

By the time the team arrived, they smelled the sweetness of freshly made pancakes with a few extra sides to satisfy everyone there. They'd gotten a text in the group chat to not eat breakfast because they'd be treated to something special when they got to HQ. No one was disappointed to hear that, except to Rocker who when asked if he could have some, that it was 20 David only,

Everything was almost ready when everyone rolled in, so Luca ushered them out while trying not to burn a pan of soft, fluffy pancakes. Street whined about how hungry he was before the door shut and leaned against the wall with a pout. It wasn't long before they were let back inside and saw the table filled with a fruit bowl, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and of course two domes covering the ready to eat pancakes. You and Luca had gone a little overboard with the whole thing, but you figured it you'd asked them to wait, you had to make up for it.

"All we ask is that you try both types of pancakes and tell us which one you like best," you explain.

Deacon raised an eyebrow as he filled his plate. "This is about pancakes?"

"Yeah, man," Luca said, grinning softly. "She said she made a better pancake than me, so I had to show her how it's done. All in good fun, of course."

You laughed beside him and patted his arm. "We'll see about that, love."

Street was shoving food in his mouth like a monster and Chris was looking at him disgusted as she tried to enjoy her meal. Then she looked at you and said, "I don't know how reliable Street's answer is going to be. I'm not sure he can distinguish anything flavor from the way he's about to choke on his food."

He gave her a sharp look but immediately dropped it when you slapped him on the back. "Calm down there, Streeter, we've got more than enough for you."

"Hey," he said with his mouthful, swallowing before speaking again. "You're the one that asked us to not eat this morning."

"They also got here early to make us this meal, so why don't you say thank you and eat," Hondo said, making everyone laugh.

By the end, everyone had their answer to the question you'd posed. All the pancakes were gone, leaving behind the empty plates they'd once been stacked upon. To cast their vote, everyone put their fork on the plate of the pancake they'd enjoyed the best.

"I gotta give it to the cinnamon," Tan commented as he dropped his fork with a loud clang.

Chris followed after him. "Me too, the vanilla was a nice touch."

"Did we eat the same pancakes? Because the chocolate chip was amazing," Deacon said, satisfied. He looked to you and Luca. "I'll need that recipe for the kids, they'll love it for sure."

Hondo grinned and put his fork on the chocolate chip plate.

Then all eyes turned to Street, who was wiping his mouth of syrup. He looked up and shook his head. He looked at the couple standing at the end of the table, waiting for his verdict. "It has to be up to me? Really?"

"That's usually how ties work," you told him, smiling. "Don't choose wrongly."

He sighed and thought for a moment, then held up his fork to drop. "The best pancake was-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and Hicks was calling them to duty. An active shooter was terrorizing a neighborhood and he needed his best team out there yesterday. Everybody got up, throwing down napkins and quickly heading to the locker room to gear up, the little competition forgotten about for the time being.

Maybe they'd come back to it later...

[harksness]

Agatha Reader Insert Blurb (SFW)

Ok idk how many ppl are gonna read this but pls I would love for this to be a bit of a discussion for how people would apply this to themselves/their little pleasures.

Agatha is really good at staying up to date with things as the times change. She needs to make sure she fits in so she doesn't rouse any suspicion, right? So she has to, for survival. Fashion trends, politics, current events, and so on she's on top of.. But she's not good at staying up to date with music. She's horrible about it. You needed to explain everyone from Nirvana to Britney Spears to Billie Eilish to her.

When the 70s hit, she fell in love with that era and hasn't left it. The Cure, Elton John, David Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, (heavy on Fleetwood Mac), and she just hasn't really kept up since. She's listened to Rumors on repeat since it was released. (Just from vibes alone I feel like she'd love Dreams and probably crushed on Stevie Nicks.)

When you two start dating and you realize this, you think it's so cute. You listen to all of her favorite albums and songs, and love to listen to her stories from the concerts she's gone to. She ends up being a bit of a music dork, she loved going to concerts back in the day but as her favorite artists grew older and slowed down with touring she stopped going to shows.

So you introduce her to more music to bring that love back out of her. (Going off of my favorite musicians) she loves Weezer (Only in Dreams!!), Green Day (LAST NIGHT ON EARTH??), Bastille (Icarus, The Anchor, Warmth??) Chappell Roan, and unexpectedly, Britney Spears!! Also specifically Dragula by Rob Zombie. ("Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches" it should be her badass theme song lmao) (Feel free to add on in the comments w your favorite artists + songs you think she'd like!!)

She'll always go back to her old music taste, but you do notice her peppering in some songs you introduced to her and humming Pink Pony Club to herself.

You bought general admissions tickets to see your favorite artist and surprised her with them. And she's so excited, a wide smile on her face and eyes scrunched up in the cutest way. She looks up the set list to make sure she knows every song.

Because even though she's really good at staying up to date with most things, some stuff slips through the cracks. Or she doesn't have time for all of it. But it's easy for you to see just how much she enjoys discovering things she's missed out on, curiosity seeping through her voice as her wondering eyes light up with interest and it just really tugs on your heart. So you're always trying to find little things she doesn't know about yet.

Poptarts? She's like tf are those let me try them now. She loves the cookies and cream flavor but can only eat one because she thinks they're too sugary. You show her your old DS from when you were young? She gets addicted to Animal Crossing, Agnes is her favorite villager and she loves having you sit and watch her play. Tik Tok? She gets weirdly into Reddit stories. She tries to deny it and calls them stupid while she goes to find part two. Then continues to gossip about the story with you. Then points out everything that makes it obviously fake. (Add any more in the comments that relate to you or you'd just see from her!)

I just feel like Agatha has devoted over three hundred years to magic and big, huge things and adventures that she never gets to really indulge in the little pleasures in life. She has a lot of them to catch up on. While she tries to deny having any interest in it, she really does love when you show her the fun, pointless little things she's missed out on and just a sweet way the two of you really bond.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 68/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Never Have I Ever

Alfred received a call at eleven from Dick. “Master Dick?” Alfred questioned.

“Hi, I’m okay. I just wanted you to know that our flight landed,” Dick explained, “I’m alright… And Kate and Beth said hi.”

“Tell them I said hello. Where are you staying tonight?” Alfred asked. 

“Not a hotel. We’re staying with the guest professor. She has a sister my age, so we’re all just hanging out. It’s like eight p.m. over here,” Dick answered. 

“Master Dick—?” 

“No, I know,” Dick interrupted, “I didn’t know there’d be a girl my age here. I wouldn’t have gone if I'd known what Thing Two was up to.” 

Alfred grinned. “Are you taking a tour of the college with your cousins tomorrow?” Alfred questioned as he grabbed a notebook and started writing down the details. 

“No, I’m uh—. Kate and Beth are going with the guest lecturer tomorrow, and Beth is going to audit a class or something like that. I’m supposed to go with Donna to the beach first and we’ll hit the college later on. Is that okay?” Dick asked. 

“Of course. Try to eat something that isn’t covered in sugar or deep-fried while you’re out there, Master Dick… And one more very important thing,” Alfred whispered, pausing to ensure he had Dick’s full attention, “I love you very much.” 

“I love you too. Tell everybody I love them, too. And thanks for waiting for my call. I really wanted to hear your voice,” Dick whispered. 

“The feeling is mutual,” Alfred smiled. 

“I can hear you smiling… I’ll call you in the morning, Alfred. Goodnight,” Dick chuckled. 

“Goodnight, Master Dick,” Alfred replied before hanging up. 

**

Bruce helped Gilda wash dishes in complete silence while Harvey and Talia cleaned the living room. “Can I ask you a personal question?” Gilda asked. 

“Of course,” Bruce replied. 

“I don’t know how to frame this, but I um… How do you—?” Gilda turned her head away. 

Talia entered the room and looked at Gilda’s face before turning to leave. She ran into Harvey, and he laughed. “Are you good?” Harvey asked. 

“I think they’re having a private conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt,” Talia whispered. Harvey held her arm as he listened over her shoulder. 

“Harvey? Talia? Would you like to join us?” Bruce asked.

“What did you do to him on that island? He hears everything,” Harvey chuckled. 

Bruce winked at Talia, but Gilda couldn’t look up from the dishes. “Harvey, remember what we talked about the other day?” Gilda asked, and Harvey’s face went beet red. 

“You wanna do that tonight?” Harvey questioned. 

“Do what tonight?” Bruce and Talia asked. 

Gilda bit her lip, leaving Harvey to answer the seemingly impossible question. “We don’t wanna—. Remember that movie with the two couples that um—? We don’t wanna do that, it’s just we’re a little bit curious about what it’d be like if we were to um—. Do you guys want to play a stripping game?” Harvey asked. 

Bruce stepped away from the sink and stood behind Talia, wrapping his arms around her as he hooked one of his thumbs into the waistband of her mesh skirt. “For real?” Bruce asked. 

“I think we’re all a little curious, and Harvey’s been feeling a bit more adventurous lately,” Gilda mumbled as she twiddled her thumbs. 

“You guys are so cute. What do you think, Talia?” Bruce asked. 

“Bruce and I have the same answer. He’s just being funny,” Talia giggled as Bruce kissed her neck. 

**

Beth squinted at Dick as he sniffed his sweater. “Are you trying to be repulsive? You’ve got a blind date tomorrow, and you’re sniffing the sweater you slept in on the plane. Try not to be an absolute ogre,” Beth chastised him. 

“It’s not a blind date. I’ve already seen her, and I’m being forced into this. Kate, did you know about this?” Dick asked as Beth left the room.

“I would’ve told her it was a stupid idea and that you’d only be pissed off at the notion of being set up with a girl you don’t even know. She would’ve done it anyway, so I don’t think it would’ve mattered if I knew or not,” Kate answered, “That being said, I think you should try to have fun anyway. If the date starts going left, send Beth a text. If it’s going fine, check in with me. If Beth gets a text from you, I’ll know to come and pick you up.” 

“Okay,” Dick replied. 

**

“Never have I ever… Hm,” Gilda tapped her chin, “Laughed so hard I pissed myself.”

Bruce and Harvey took off their ties before exchanging glances and laughing. “The same day. It was um—.” Harvey snapped his fingers as he tried to remember.

“Ignatius Pearson. Iggy Pierce!” Bruce laughed. 

“Ignatius was the meanest and biggest kid in the fifth grade, and he used to lock Bruce and me in our lockers every time he caught us by ourselves. So it’s totally fine to laugh at him for this,” Harvey explained as he held back a laugh. 

“At the Academy, we go on a fifth-grade trip to the mountains for a ski trip, and Iggy shit himself the second we got off the bus,” Bruce laughed. 

“In white pants!” Harvey shouted. 

“We were on the bus for hours, and Mr. Weir thought we all got a virus and flipped out on the bus. That was so worth it,” Bruce chuckled. Harvey stopped laughing.

“You did that?” Harvey asked. Bruce’s laughter faded. 

“Yeah. You didn’t know I did that?” Bruce questioned in reply. 

“Next question actually,” Harvey whispered, “Talia?” 

“Never have I ever had a relationship with someone much older,” Talia replied. 

Gilda took off her headband. “You’ve gotta explain,” Bruce replied as he playfully nudged Gilda. 

“He wasn’t my professor, but he was my friend’s professor. And we didn’t break up… He passed away,” Gilda replied, “And his daughter tried to fight me because he left me—. Next question. Let’s go to Bruce.”

“What’d he leave you?” Harvey asked. Bruce nudged Harvey. “No. It’s not a big deal.” 

“He left me a typewriter, his summer home in California, and a trust that I can’t touch until I’m twenty-eight… Are we gonna fight about this later?” Gilda asked. 

“No. I just didn’t know—. How old was he?” Harvey asked. 

“Forty-seven. So, he was twenty-nine years older than me… Next question,” Gilda replied. 

Harvey kissed her cheek before whispering, “I didn’t know… Hey, it’s okay.” Gilda smiled as Harvey kissed her cheek repeatedly to draw a laugh out of her.

“Never have I ever had a threesome,” Bruce stated. 

Harvey started unbuttoning his shirt, and Talia kicked off her shoes. “It was in Italy. A couple approached me at a club. It was alright,” Talia explained, “I think he was unhappy with my fondness for his wife.” 

Bruce chuckled before turning his head and squinting at Harvey. Gilda leaned in. “Before Bruce, obviously… I was maybe seventeen… Or maybe it was after my birthday… No idea. Two girls in my study group. It was okay, but I don’t know. We weren’t emotionally tied to each other, and they were super mean to me afterward, but it also made me a little more popular in school,” Harvey replied. 

Bruce covered his mouth. “Your turn,” Bruce whispered. 

“Never have I ever thrown up during sex,” Harvey replied. Bruce stuck his tongue out at Harvey as he unbuttoned his shirt, Gilda kicked off her shoes, and Talia unbuttoned her blouse.

[marie-swriting]

Baking Therapy - Emily Prentiss

Masterlist

Summary : Emily has a lot of things in mind but she can always count on you to notice it and make her feel better.

Warnings : set in season 12 so mention of Reid in prison, hurt/comfort, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 1.8k

French version

Song inspiration : Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

Still in her office at the BAU, Emily finishes the paperwork about the last case with tiredness in her eyes. She fights the sleep off as best as she can to have the strength to go through Reid’s case once she’ll be over with this one. However, the fatigue takes over her body a bit more when she yawns loudly. Emily stops writing and closes her eyes while stretching, hoping to feel more awake. As soon as she thinks she is better, Emily takes her pen and resumes writing her sentence. When she finishes it, someone knocks on her door. Without looking up, she lets the person come in. Hearing Rossi’s voice, she draws her attention to her colleague. 

“You’re done ?”

“Almost. I just need to complete some passages.” she informs, pointing at the file.

“You’ll go home soon then.”

“No, I want to take a look at Reid’s file.”

Upon hearing Emily saying this, Rossi sighs before getting closer to her desk.

“Emily, it’s 9 P.M. I thought you were supposed to spend the night with Y/N.”

“I told her I’d come home late.” Emily specifies and Rossi gives her a look. “What ?”

“You should go home.”

“And I will. I just want to find something to help Reid first.”

“Look, I want the kid out of prison as much as you do but you won’t be of any help if you pass out on his file. Go home to your wife and get some rest. Like this, you’ll be able to work better.” David orders, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Sure but-”

“No ‘but’. Trust me on that. Finish this file and go home.” he insists.

“I will.” Emily concedes, sighing.

“Have a good night Prentiss.”

“You too, Rossi.”

Once Rossi is gone, Emily doesn’t waste a second and gets back on her file. The last period on the paper, she glances at Reid’s file on her desk then at the picture of you two. She wants to listen to Rossi’s advice yet she wants to take advantage of every second to help her friend. However, when she yawns until her jaw drops, she has to accept the fact she needs to rest. Reluctantly, she turns off her lamp desk, takes her bags and leaves the building.

On the way home, Emily pays more attention to her driving, aware of her level of tiredness. Upon arriving at your place, Emily sighs in relief. In the elevator, she stretches her neck while checking her phone. As soon as she opens the door of your apartment, a smile makes its way on her face whilst she puts her bags on the ground. You’re in the kitchen humming the refrain of Eternal Flame by The Bangles, Emily goes to join you and as she gets closer to you, she finds you making fresh pasta. Emily wraps her arms around your waist and puts her chin on your shoulder. As soon as you feel her, you’re slightly startled then you turn your head towards her. You peck her lips and focus back to your pasta.

“You’re home early.”

“Rossi convinced me to leave.”

“Remind me to send him a text to thank him and to reprimand him, too. I wanted everything to be ready when you come home.” you explain, smiling.

“It’s okay. What is it that you’re making ?”

“Pasta alla carbonara alla Rossi.” you exclaim, trying to say it with an Italian accent. “I know, I mispronounced everything.” you add while Emily holds back a laughter.

“It was cute.” she affirms, kissing your cheek. “You need help ?”

“No, thanks, I love my kitchen too much.”

“Hey ! I’m not that bad.” Emily says, offended and she tickles you.

“You’ve improved, I have to admit.” you tell her whilst continuing to cut the pasta. “You have time to take a bath and put on some comfy clothes. Go !” you order and you push her toward the bathroom.

You’ve just finished cooking, when she reappears in the kitchen. Emily’s hair is in a bun and she wears leggings with one of your tee-shirts. She sits at the table and you put the food on the plates. At the same time you set the plates on the table, Emily pours you a glass of wine then another one for her.

Whilst you’re eating, Emily asks you about your day. You tell her about your class and some funny sentences your six-year-old pupils told you, she laughs at some of them. As you keep talking, you notice she does everything to avoid talking about her day, but you don’t say anything about it. You know Emily needs some time before explaining the horror she sees in the field. Guessing it was a pretty tough case, you distract her until the end of your meal.

Once you’ve cleared the table, you see on Emily’s face she won’t be sleeping, despite how tired she is. Her brain is working too much to allow her to rest. You give her a compassionate smile before taking her hand in yours. Emily smiles at this contact.

“You want to bake some muffins ?”

With your sentence, Emily understands what you’re insinuating : “you want to bake while we talk about what’s on your mind ?”

It’s a habit you’ve naturally picked on. The first time you did ‘baking therapy’, as Emily calls it, it was at the beginning of your relationship ; you had been dating for a month and that night, the case had been hard emotionally speaking. When she came home, she found you baking a strawberry charlotte. She helped you with it as much as she could while she was explaining what she was feeling. The baking moment ended up in tears though, Emily felt better afterwards. Therefore, it quickly became your tradition and currently, Emily needs a lot of ‘baking therapy’.

After taking all the ingredients, you start baking the muffins whilst Emily weighs what there is to weigh and hands them to you when you need it. At first, Emily stays silent, lost in her thoughts. You notice it right away because she doesn’t hear you the first time you ask her to give you the flour. You give her a few more minutes before asking the fateful question.

“You want to tell me what’s going on in your mind ?”

“I’d need more than some muffins to tell you everything that worries me.”

“Fortunately, we have a whole day off in common tomorrow. For once. It’s your last case, isn’t it ?”

“It was a tough one, yes. Everytime I think I’ve seen it all, a new UnSub proves me wrong. You know you’d think I’m used to it by now but it’s not the case. No matter how much I try to be emotionally distant, sometimes it’s complicated.” she admits with sad eyes while handing you the sugar and the baking powder.

“It’s not the only thing.” you add and Emily avoids your gaze for a second.

“I can’t stop thinking about Reid. We’ve been searching and still, we can’t find proof Scratch is behind all of it. If Spencer could remember what happened in that motel, it could probably help us. Besides, I can’t help but imagine Spencer in prison and how it must be complicated and it breaks my heart. He needs to get out of it and I have to admit I’ve been wondering if we’ll be able to do it this year.”

“You’ll find what you need to help him, Emily.” you affirm, putting your hand on the top of hers.

“I hope. Either way, I won’t be resting until he is with us again.”

“Em’, don’t forget to not overwork yourself.”

“He needs my help.” she steadfastly contradicts. “I should be doing more, I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“It’s not true and deep down you know it. You’ve done everything you could and you and your team are still helping him. But Emily, you have to rest. You won’t be able to efficiently help him if you’re exhausted. I know you go through his file when you can’t sleep at night.” you confess and she looks at you, frowning. “The parquet floor creaks when you get out of bed.” you add, laughing lightly before mixing together your preparation. “Emily, I’m sure you’ll find a solution for Spencer. You’re the best BAU team, I don’t care if I’m not objective for saying this. The fact is, you will clear his name. I have faith in you guys. I have faith in you. And stop doubting your skills, you are a good Unit Chief.” you state looking her straight in the eyes. 

“You’ve known me for too long.” Emily falsely complains while you beat the egg whites until stiff. 

“And knowing so many profilers helps too. I’m serious though, Em’. It’s true you have a lot of things to handle, the cases, the new responsibilities as Chief, Reid’s case with Scratch, it’s a lot of pressure and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed but do not think you don’t have the skills to deal with all of it. I know you and if there’s one person who can handle it, it’s you.”

“You always have the perfect words. Thank God, you’re here.” she smiles and she gives you the chocolates chips. “Without you I wouldn’t be able to feed myself properly.”

“Am I only useful for this ?” you question, faking being offended whilst you mix again.

“No, I couldn’t have dreamed of a better wife. With you, I can be vulnerable without feeling bad about it so thank you.” she says softly and kisses you.

Emily butters the tins then you fill them with the mix. You put the muffins in the oven while Emily sets the timer, not without stealing the rest of the preparation at the bottom of the bowl. You put the dishes in the dishwasher before sitting on the couch. Emily’s back is against your torso and your arms are around her body. You stay like this in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. Sometimes you whisper sweet nothings, wanting to make sure her mind is free from all the stress before falling asleep.

Once the timer rings, you tell Emily to go to bed whilst you take the muffins out of the oven. You let them cool down and go change in your pyjamas. As soon as you’re ready, you go to your room to ask Emily if she wants one muffin or two and when you see her fast asleep, you smile. You make sure every light is off and the main door is locked before making a detour to the kitchen. You take a small plate and put a muffin on it then you go find your wife in your bedroom. You set the plate on her night stand and lay next to her. As soon as you’re laying down, Emily’s arms find their way to your waist. You get closer to her, kiss the crown of her hair before closing your eyes, Emily’s regular breaths, lulling you to sleep. 

Masterlist

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

Kinks that the boys have… lncluding Chrysta…

Sometimes I see ur asks in my box and have to double take to realize they're coming from you 😭😭 it's such a surprise (a very welcome one of 😌) cause I just imagine it's coming out of the mouth of this big eyed cute faced littol elf looking at me like this :🥺 AHA

ALRIGHT THEN 👏 let's get down to the nitty gritty shall we? 😈

David has a corruption kink. He gets all hot and bothered at the idea of turning Chrysta into a vampire- especially if it were him to do it or if she were to drink his blood. It doesn't help thay she practically eggs him on when she finds out their vamps, and seems to always leave her neck visible or more exposed whenever he kisses her or of he's back from feeding and still itching for something..

Dwayne has a breeding kink- [Gee I wonder if anyone else in this Fandom has the headcanon]. The minute this man sees a baby on the boardwalk smile at him it's over. 🙏 The thought of making Chrysta his baby mama is probably on his mind 24/7 seven days a week.

He has some of the most often, and WORSE baby fever imaginable, and it makes it worse when Chrysta is spending time or taking care of Laddie or even helping any lost children on the boardwalk. It takes everything in him not to put a baby in this woman I SWEA-

The one time she was watching her baby niece for a while... Oh it was over for this man the second she had come to see them with a little chubby baby on her hip, giving the biggest grin to him before shying away into her shoulder.

Chrysta wasn't able to get him off of her the next night

Marko’s is... Kind of hard to explain...

He likes playful fighting/wrestling, not really sure what this would be labeled as, but there's something about tussling on the floor while trying to rip each other off one another awakes something in him. 👁👁

No- it's not anything creepy like that. It's all consensual and he always asks or makes sure with his girl if it's okay. It's also kind of just like-a challenge for one another to see who can win or not, and Chrysta is probably giggling the entire time as she tries to squirm away or beat him. [She never does. And never will.🫡]

Paul's got a thing for... Uh... Some real big displays of public affection if ykwim. 👀 He can't help the feeling or thrill or chance of being caught- even if he makes sure it's somewhere where the chance is rare, he doesn't mind the anxious feeling of looking behind him every once and a while.

This man will even be in the middle of the act with Chrysta and will hear one of the guys ask him for something... This mf with DEADASS walk out casually to answer or ask what they need him for while holding Chrysta. He's got no shame, and he's willing to show the world that.

And finally, our girl Chrysta. Chrysta has a sort of 'cat and mouse' kink, meaning she likes a little chase or hide-n-seek before giving into any of her boys. Even since the day she met them she was running around avoiding them to see if they'd follow along- the thrill and anticipation are just wayyy too enticing for her to turn the offer down!

So there's a lot of nights where she's running around the cave trying avoid one or four very riled up Vampires. 🤭🦇🍒

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Tom had doubts at the beginning of their relationship, not wanting to go in between Ron and Chris. Sometimes chros had doubts too, feeling like he kinda forced tom to love him, which no, not true, ot just is that he's too easy to love. Soooo easy.

But Ron. Sure, Ron never doubted himself, his feelings. He love them . He loves them so much it hurt sometimes. But, but is it enough?

Nope. Not in his mind. So he gets the gifts for whatever reasons (sometimes no reason at all.like "saw that. Thought of you"), he cooks for them, spoils them soooooo much.

It takes a while, amd Tom later telling Chris explicitly, for them to understand he was trying to like... win them. Make himself worthy to be kept around and loved, like he needs to buy that.

He never doubted himself, and God forbid, he never doubted when they said they love him. He just think he needs to be more and better to deserve that.

(It extends to jake too after. Fuck, it extends to David and, even more ,Lucas after all the times the poor guy helped him)

WHO SAID YOU COULD MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THIS???

The first time it happened Tom thought it was weird that Ron gave him a necklace.

Now that sounds like a dick thing for him to say. But they’re 17 it seems a little weird. But of course Tom has Ron put it on him and he refuses to take it off.

-

When Tom saw Chris with new earrings again for the sixth time that month he realized what was happening.

They’re shipping out in two weeks.

“Chris baby can we talk?”

Chris blinks at Tom, he slips onto the couch next to the man. “Course Tommy? Everything okay?” Tom sighs. How does he explain this without making Chris feel the guilt he felt that first time he realized.

“I think Ron is trying to buy us things to make sure we stay with him?”

Chris’s mouth opens and closes. He pulls his legs up onto the couch and rests his chin on his knees. He reaches a hand up and touches the earrings. “Oh Tommy. He knows we love him right? I don’t care about any of this. I just want y’all.”

Tom gives Chris a smile and puts an arm around him. He pulls at Chris until he slides and is laying on Tom. “No he knows. I think he’s just making sure?” Chris sniffs quietly, he scrubs at his face with a hand. “I’m going to kill that idiot.”

The front door opens before Tom can reply. He taps Chris’s hip. “Roll so you’re asleep on me. I can tell you’ve been crying. Don’t want him to freak.”

Chris rolls quickly and shoves his face into Tom’s stomach. They both know if Ron sees Chris crying this conversation will happen much sooner then any of them are prepared for.

-

Two days later they pin Ron to the bed. Chris is sitting on his arm and Tom is across his hips.

Ron grins at the two of them. “This could be fun?”

There’s a snort from Chris but Tom is locked on convincing Ron about this.

“You don’t have to buy us things. We love the gifts but we love you more Ronnie.” Chris nods and taps Ron’s chin to make him look over. “Love the earrings to be from you to show I’m yours but Ron I’m always yours. Literally for forever.”

Ron blinks at the two men. He can’t believe they figured it out. “I just want to give you two everything you could ever want.”

Chris sighs and grabs Ron’s head and shakes it a little. “You’re everything we want stupid. We don’t care about the gifts. We want you. We picked you.”

Tom nods and takes Ron’s free hand, “never need to prove you care about us either. We know. We know you love us.” Ron wiggles a little, they both shift off of his limbs now that they’ve said what they needed to. Ron pulls them both down so he’s in the middle of the bed “I know. And I’ll try to stop. But some days I see things and just know one of you needs them. Or how gorgeous those earrings look in your ears Chris. Or the bracelet around your wrist Tommy. I just need to.”

Chris kisses his jaw, “lucky you’re cute.” Tom nods in agreement and kisses Ron’s neck. “We get to buy you things then.” Ron’s mouth opens to protest but they cut him off. “I’m getting you a necklace.” Tom tangles their legs together. “I’m getting you that new wallet you’ve been wanting.”

Ron blushes. “Alright. Thank you both. I hear you on this.”

(He in fact did not hear them on this. He continued to buy them things every few months.)

———

When little year old Jake toddled to the stuffed animal koala in the store Ron couldn’t not get it for him. It might be as big as their kid but Jake is wrapped around it.

He squeaks at Ron when he has to scan the tag. But it’s returned to Jake quickly. Jake shoves his face into it and squeals. Ron grins at him. God he loves this kid.

-

When they get back home Jake is still holding the koala. Tom comes out to help with the groceries. He blinks down at their kid holding the giant bear. “Ron…”

Ron quickly pulls Tom into a kiss. “It’s fine! He loved it!” Tom shakes his head and picks up Jake and the stuffie. “Not the issue. The issue is you’re doing the thing again. Except it’s with a one year old who doesn’t know how to do anything except love you.” Ron looks away from them quickly. He shrugs.

“Want him to know I’ll always be there for him. Always get him things he needs or wants.”

Tom sighs, he knew this went deeper. Ron’s fucking father. “You’re not him. You’ll never be him. You love Jake too much for that.” Ron presses a kiss to Jake’s head. “I know. But he likes it and anyways we have the money for it.” Tom rolls his eyes. The worry was never even remotely about money. “You missed the point but I’ll let it slide since you’re cute.”

Ron grins at him and waves at Chris who is holding the cat.

It’ll be a good night.

[mayhemlovesenvy]

Day of the Dead

The breeze caressed his skin, the falling leaves decorated the ground, the sun set early; for Freddie, it was like closing his eyes and meeting the night.

His whole life felt like autumn in that sense.

Blinks that moved him from place to place, going to sleep in the safety of his room to wake up in the kitchen, hands in flour, guided by his mother so as not to make a mess.

While he waits for the food to bake he goes outside, collecting the orangest leaves he could find, to go and put them on the altar his mother was decorating.

It matches the rest of the things there, Freddie thought, and he didn't think to ask permission to touch.

He was doing his best attempt at enhancement, so focused on the task he didn't notice when his father sat down next to him.

ㅡ It's pretty ㅡ The adult said, resting his head on his child’s.

ㅡ You're very talented.

Freddie didn't answer, but looked at the freckled man and gave him one of the leaves.

ㅡ You deserve a lot of gifts, too.

He laughed softly, taking the small gift.

ㅡ Thank you, mi vida.

Freddie smiled, it felt nice to have his gift accepted.

Truth be told, after accepting that the man was going to stay, everything felt nice.

They could talk, play guitar, sing, laugh, cry. He could draw pictures for him and he wasn't going to tear them up-

Drawing him with his mother wasn't a conscious decision. It just happened.

One of his drawings was there. Between the food and the flowers.

Him, mom and...

ㅡ That's your dad ㅡ David sighed, taking the photo.

ㅡ Your biological dad, do you remember him, Freddie?

He nodded, feeling the weight of the portrait in his hands-

It was a picture of him sitting with a guitar, smiling so much that his dimples were showing.

ㅡ Such a good man. And look at you! You're a mini him, what an honor, for your son to be so talented at such a young age, for him to have your face. ㅡ David took Freddie's face and squeezed it gently, his cheeks covering his eyes, the moles on his face a mirror of his father's. It tickled Freddie, making him blush and laugh.

ㅡ He lives in your cute little dimples!

Freddie looked at the photo and didn't recognize him.

But his voice echoed in his ears.

But it was... wrong. It didn't have to go along with a static photo, it had to be linked to a living man made of flesh and blood. Not to... a ghost.

Not to a portrait, a drawing and an urn.

But his voice invaded his brain- his touch flooded his senses.

And then fear, and his mother's crying, and the dogs barking-

Freddie blinked.

Tears fell to the glass protecting the photo.

And it was taken away from his hands. And he no longer had anything of him.

ㅡ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry... ㅡ The replacement comforted, wiping away his crystal tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

ㅡ I know you miss him.

Freddie clings to the man, resting his little head on his warm chest. He looks back at the collection of photos and offerings, no longer wanting to see his dad, passing by the long line of relatives he never had the chance to meet. Among so many tanned faces he comes across a reddish head, wearing the face of the man holding him in his arms, sunglasses and long hair.

The photo is too high for him to grab it, but David notices his attempts and lowers it for him.

Freddie studies the stranger, running his little hands through his face and hair, his arms are crossed and he’s smiling. He looked young, just like his caretaker now.

ㅡ He's my brother ㅡ He explains.

ㅡ Older than me, he was blind, and he didn't hear well either. I always thought his life was miserable.

Freddie watched him now, seeing in his brow that tremble that David thought he hid so well.

ㅡ But he was my life and I was his.

He sighed deeply and moved his weight to his arms, bringing his head back, like he did on the beach after making Freddie play for a while and he needed to rest.

ㅡ And for someone who couldn’t listen, he was the only one who heard me, and for someone who couldn’t see, he was the only one who really saw me. And it was like that for a long time.

Freddie gave him the photo back, questions stuck in his throat, unable to come out, because if he untied the knot on his throat,, more tears would come out.

He hugged his father, let him rest his head on his, and let him cry too.

ㅡ I hope I can be half as important to you...

Among the words trapped inside him was "you already are."

He took one last look at the altar, baby shoes at the bottom.

[journals4546]

12/10/08

My life is so fucked.  Ryan hates me, I fucked that up to no return.  I need to resolve myself to the fact that I will never see him again, never get to be with him, or hear his voice, unless I want to call his voicemail over & over again, pathetically.

Then Posi Thom had to go & develop feelings for me & ruin everything, so things are fucked there, too.  Not to mention not even Luke want to hang out with me.  I went to see him the other night, & since then he hasn’t talked to me at all.  He was probably thinking, “Wow she got big,” & changed his mind.

And Blond has a girlfriend.  And Fake Plastic Dave has a girlfriend.

Fake Plastic David.  Living, breathing Ken doll, too pretty for his own good, but mustn’t be too aware of it because for some unknown reason he likes me.  I’ve met him  on & off through the past couple of years, but we got to know each other a few weeks ago.  He told me he found me attractive, fun, & smart.  Listing my qualities always did have a nice effect on me, shamefully.

So we flirt through texting.  It’s not horribly mature, but he makes me so nervous in person.  I found myself shy & without any intelligent or cute words when he came over to see me on Sunday.  He messaged me, “What are you up to, darlin?”  He had a few hours before he had to go back to Ames, & he wanted my company.  So I got off work early & rushed home.  He was outside his truck in dead winter, wearing a tight white t-shirt, tight jeans, a scarf around his neck, looking like a freaking model off the runway.  He was also holding a chess board, but we ended up playing Monopoly.  “Snake eyes, spanks for everyone!”  He’s a very strange kid.  He also called me about ten minutes after he left.  We were joking around & he mentioned his girlfriend.  “Oh, is that gonna make things awkward?”  I swallowed my disappointment & surprise, played nonchalant.  “No, why would it?”

“I don’t know, I just think you & I have this great chemistry…”  He began talking about how that might be dangerous towards his relationship, & he was laughing while saying this.  I joked back, told him we’ll just let the sexual tension build up until it explodes, like a bad episode of “Friends.”

I can’t see any reason why he likes me, other than he was high as a kite when we hung out the first time, & I played a sweetheart.  He’s far, far out of my league.  But I won’t help him cheat.  I’m sick of being that girl.

And no matter how pretty Fake Plastic Dave is, I’d still take Blond over him.  I still melt when he gets fascinated by my dimples, & gives me that blinding smile when he tickles my cheeks, his translucent blue eyes bright when they look into mine.  I wish I could have him as a distraction.

I messaged Ryan last night, from deep, deep inside my black pit.  Told him Nich’s pills were in my room & I was scared to be alone.  Told him I knew I’d fucked up his life so badly, & I was so, so sorry.  Asked hm to please call me, please…

No response.  Cried myself to sleep.  It’s becoming the only way I can fall into an unconscious state, sobbing til I lose all my energy & pass out.

Chelsea told me he called her today, looking for me.  Said he talked to Nich.  I’m sure he asked him to keep his pills away from me.  It would explain Nich’s awkward high-fiving me every time I see him.

I told Ryan I didn’t want to be in a life where he hates me so much, & that I didn’t know how to get him to love me again.

Merry Xmas to me.

[greg-montgomery]

Hey!! I've become such a big fan of your writing and I absolutely adore you ❤️

I've got a request and it's absolutely fine if you're not interested but here it goes:

So the reader and Aaron broke up (they loved each other but maybe it was the schedule issue or something like that) and one year later she meets Penelope, Emily and JJ in New York (or whatever) while they are on the case there and she moved in there so they decide to go for drinks later. She asks them not to tell Hotch they saw her but of course they gather everyone (except for Hotch) in the hotel to decide what to do. And they decide that Dave should invite Aaron for a couple of drinks but when he comes he sees her and he's stunned. The reader sees him and is shocked too and she asks the bartender for two whiskeys, then she looks at Aaron and asks: "or it changed? "and without missing a beat he goes:" nothing has changed"

Yes, i wrote this whole request just cause this last phrase makes me absolutely mushy and warm inside

Thank you and have a lovely day <3

you are such an angel, thank you i love you <33

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“You kids always have something to say,” Rossi complained as the girls dragged him towards the hotel lobby. “What is it now?”

“Yeah, seriously guys what’s going on?” Derek added.

“Shh…” Penelope signaled him to be quiet with a finger on her lips. “We’ll explain everything.”

“We saw Y/N,” Emily said, after checking that Aaron wasn’t around.

“What?”

“Yeah…She lives in New York now,” JJ replied. “We had a little chat and we invited her for drinks later.”

“Wow…Is she doing good?” Derek asked. You had always been his favorite - after Penelope of course; and he was worried about you. They all knew how much you and Aaron loved each other. Just like they knew that this love was still very much there.

“She seems to be doing okay,” Garcia said. “But I saw her expression when she mentioned Hotch. I might not be a profiler like you guys, but I can recognize a woman in love.”

“Wait, she mentioned Aaron?” David asked.

“Yes. She asked us not to tell him anything.”

“We’re obviously ignoring that,” Penelope said.

“You know what that means.” Emily’s words were directed at Rossi.

“We’re counting on you to bring Hotch to the bar.” JJ smiled, and hit his chest playfully.

--

“I don’t understand why you were so persistent about this,” Aaron said, walking next to Rossi and into the bar.

The rest of the team was already there, including you.

“The case went well. Why not celebrate? You need to loosen up, Aaron.”

“Fine,” he replied, scanning the place for familiar faces.

“Oh look at that,” David said, putting on his best show to seem surprised. “That’s-”

“Y/N,” Aaron finished his sentence with a soft breath.

“Small world,” Rossi said.

Aaron walked towards you, blinking slowly as if he was under a spell. He hadn’t seen you in almost a year. You looked more beautiful than ever. Everyone else had disappeared for him; it was only you there…you, who looked like an angel but who weren’t his anymore.

It was obvious that you were startled too. He always thought you looked cute with a surprised face. It almost made him laugh.

“Aaron,” you said.

“Hi,” he said softly, not even acknowledging anyone from the team that was around you. Nothing else really mattered besides you.

“Hi,” you said back.

You couldn’t help but smile around each other. He missed you like crazy. How could you have left your stupid schedules get in the middle of the magic the two of you shared?

The team didn’t have to try to stay away from you to give you privacy. You had separated from the rest without realizing. Talking, laughing, filling each other in with news from your lives.

He showed you pictures of Jack so you’d see how much he had grown and he could swear he saw you tear up.

It felt like a first date all over again. But it also felt like you had picked up from where you’d left off.

After a while you got up to get a drink, so he followed you.

“One whiskey, please” you said to the bartender.  “Actually,” you glanced at Aaron, “make it two.” You walked closer to him so only he could hear your next words. “Or it changed?”

“Nothing has changed,” Aaron replied immediately. “Nothing.”

“Good,” you smirked.

Penelope giggled against Morgan’s arms staring at you from afar. “It’s working!”

“Of course it is,” Rossi said. “They’re still crazy about each other.”

They did their best not to interrupt you all evening. And if you joined Aaron in his hotel room later that night, no one said anything.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

soo i had this dream where jay was like a sex demon and i just thought of your one shots so this maybe a good idea? idk

I love incubus so…Incubus!Jay in tha house 😮‍💨

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In moments like this, you came to regret your curious nature of delving into the occult.

The darkness made you aware it was still nighttime, and the lack of furniture purposefully made you lose the complete sense of time, space, and reality.

The only concrete thing between that abyss of consciousness and unconsciousness was the large and round crimson bed, its matching velvet pillows, and of course him.

Darkness engulfed you. There was no ceiling, floors, or walls. Everything was a big, black pit of nothingness.

His gray eyes seemed to gleam in contrast with the dark, and his pearly white teeth resembled sharp fangs the closer he got to you in bed.

He pressed his knee down on the mattress between your legs as he leaned forward, supporting his weight on his arms and forcing you to lay back down on the bed.

His strong body hovered above you. A toothy grin displayed how amused he was with you.

You gathered some courage from the depths of your being, at least enough to ask: “Where am I, and who are you?”

The young man took a deep breath in, taking in the fragrance of your shampoo: “Red and green apples, cinnamon… with a hint of floral and sandalwood” His grin grew wider as he continued: “And of course, fear. The most delicious scent of them all. And you, my dear honeybee, have plenty of that”.

His tongue left a wet trail from your chin to your lips, and a low moan rumbled in his throat, “So much so that I can even taste it on your lovely skin”

Your breath quickened, and you tried your best to keep calm, at least as much as the current situation allowed you to “You didn’t answer my question”, was your brief statement before a short chuckle left his lips. The small action caused his chiseled chest to brush against your braless breasts, instantly hardening your nipples “You’re trying so hard to be tough, aren’t you, little bee? It’s kinda cute, actually…makes me wonder how long it will take me to break you”. His finger circled the hardened peak through your thin black tank top.

“You got some lovely tits, there. I’ll love to play with them”, two fingers pinched the engorged flesh, making a small whimper leave your lips.

The delicate sound made him smile wide. “You look like a newbie at this, so let me quickly explain what we’ll do”. His rough palm covered your mouth to prevent you from asking anything else, and so he continued:

"I'll take these lovely tits, these cute lips, that pretty little pussy, and that plump ass, and I'm gonna use it all as my little private toy collection".

His words, although crude and explicit, still managed to excite you. Internally you wished for him to do the most gruesome things to you. Things that would make your devoted religious family send Father David your way in no time.

"I'm gonna ruin you in ways you never thought it'd be possible. I'll leave you drowning in pools of your own cum, so desperate to have more, and more, and more of my cock that you'll never want to fuck any other man". His lips pressed a soft kiss on the outer corner of your eye, making you reach up to feel more of his lips.

"Once you have me, my cock, my tongue, and my fingers, you'll never be able to satisfy with no one else. You'll belong to me and only me, do you understand that, honeybee?"

You quickly nodded while reaching up to curl your fingers around his light brown hair. "Yes, sir", was your muffled response underneath his palm.

"That's right, little one, start to train that sentence because you'll say that a lot tonight".

[sunnyie-eve]

Special Bond || 4. Would you?

Paring: Paul Lost Boys x Original female character Emerson cousin!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none just cute interactions

Last: Not Scared | Next: Peer Pressure

"Aunt Lucy." Katherine goes outside to see her and the boys. "Look at you, sweetie." Lucy hugs her. "Look at Mikey and a little Sammy." Kat smiles looking at them. "I can't even see the little Kat I once knew." Michael motions to her. "Back at you." She does the same. "Well, let's go settle in." Lucy smiles at the boys so Katherine helps them. "There's no tv. Have you seen a tv? I haven't seen a TV, Mike. You know what it means when there's no TV? No, MTV." Katherine walks into a room hearing Sam complain. "Sammy, we're flat broke." Michael does his weights. "There's a tv in my room. I bought myself one so you can watch MTV in there. I only keep it on that channel." Katherine puts an arm around Sam's shoulder. "There you can stop complaining about a tv now." Michael tells him as Kat goes back to helping her aunt bring everything into the house.

When the sun went down Lucy and the boys were gonna go to the boardwalk so she invited Katherine to go along. The boys split off from the girls as they walk around chatting about what Kat has been doing. "A lot of people go missing." Lucy looks at the board and Kat sees the Security Guard's wife put up his missing poster. "Yeah." She starts to feel bad since she knew what happened to him. Lucy goes over to help a little boy alone while Kat stares at the guys' flyer. She shakes her head going over to where Lucy went talking to the little boy but sees the boys walk into the store. "Aunt Lucy, maybe someone at my job has seen his mom." She tells her so they go inside. "Hello, Max. Thanks again for giving me the day off." Kat gives him a smile and the boys see her.

Before David could call her over Maria does, "I'm gonna tell Max to stop giving you days off." She playfully glares at her. "My Aunt just moved back with her two sons. That's why he gave me the day off." She explains. "We only come in here to watch one thing." Paul says as they walk past her and puts his arms around her shoulders. "I know." Maria laughs smiling at the two as he walks her off with them. "I told you not to come in here anymore." Max glares at David who smirks before heading out with the boys. "You coming?" Marko asks Kat as she stands behind.

"Aunt Lucy, can I go with my friends?" She asks her not noticing Max smile at the two. "Sure, honey. Be careful." Lucy tells her. "Bye, Max. Bye, Thorn." She pets the top of the dog's head then rushes outside getting on the back of Paul's bike. They stop at the carousel to hang out because Star and Laddie were supposed to meet them back here. "Your aunt seems nice." David speaks up looking over at her sitting on the railing leaning back into Paul standing behind her. "24/7." She looks over at him. "Where's your cousins?" Paul asks her. "Around somewhere. Hey Star, Laddie." She smiles as they show up. "Katherine." Star's straight face turns into a smile as soon as she sees her. "Kat." Laddie gives her their handshake as she jumps off the rail.

"You coming to the cave or staying because of your family?" Marko asks as Paul gets on his bike. "I'm gonna stay. Plus you guys still need to eat." She looks over to see Michael and Sam watching the group. "See y'all tomorrow." Katherine kisses everyone's cheeks then goes over to her cousins as they ride off. "You know the girl and the boys." Michael eyes her. "Yeah, they're my friends." She walks with Sam and sees the Vampire comic. "You've met the Frog Brothers, I see." She motions to the comic. "They're odd." Sam tells her. "Be prepared to hear all about vampires from them." She tells him.

Back at the house while everyone was downstairs, Katherine's window opens. "Paul." She looks over at him and he was smiling like an idiot. "Can I come in." He asks her. "I'm still not giving you an invitation." She laughs at him. "Rude." He goes through the window taking off his jacket before jumping onto her bed next to her. "Who was on the menu tonight?" Kat jokes making Paul laugh. "Greg and Shelly." He tells her. "Greg, I don't care about." She tells him so he goes giving details about the whole thing making her want him to shut up.

Getting fed up with his babbling, she leans over kissing him to shut him up. After about a minute of kissing him, she slowly pulled back to breathe, but he pulls her back and kisses her more roughly. After a while, Paul finally lets her go to breathe. Although they broke apart, they were still close enough for their noses to be touching. Neither of them said anything and just stared at each other for what felt like forever.

"You know, you talk too much." Kat speaks first making Paul pull away and laugh. "So you had to kiss me?" He touches her face. "It was the only thing I could think to do." She laughs. "Or did you just want to kiss me again?" Paul leans back in kissing her. "Kat!" Sam shouts getting closer to the room. "Come on, let's leave." Paul gets up. "I can't and I have work tomorrow." She tells him so Paul pouts.

As the bedroom door opens Sam looks around and Paul was out of sight. Nanook growls outside the room not going in. "Nanook, stop it." Sam tells the dog off. "Who were you talking to?" Sam asks her. "Was on the phone with a friend." She lies not knowing where Paul went. He didn't go far because his jacket was still in her room. "Dinner is ready." He leaves her room and Paul shows back up. "Fine, I'll leave." He puts his jacket on. "I didn't say you have to leave. I just can't leave. I'll eat fast then be right back." She goes downstairs to eat dinner.

Paul walks around her room messing with things and looks at her photos. Still having his human traits made things difficult with Katherine. Not only that but apparently she could be everyone's mate if she chooses to be. Paul didn't want to share her with the other three though. She was his soulmate he always dreamed of when he was a human. He wanted her to be one of them so they could be together forever. He wouldn't have to worry about something happening to her during the day because she would be safe with him in the cave. "Why do I still have to have these feelings?!" He shouts at himself in his head. "But they're the reason she even likes me." He lays down on her bed turning on the tv and watches MTV.

"Oh, Katherine dear. Max got me a job so I'll be working with you." Lucy tells her as they eat at the table. "That's nice of him. He's really nice. I used to work night but he moved me to during the day so I can be with friends at night." She explains to her Aunt. "The boys you left with?" Lucy smiles at her niece. "Yes, Ma'am." Katherine finished her food going to her room to see Paul passed out on her bed. "Paul, you can't sleep here and you know that." She goes to sit by him waking him up. "I can sleep in your closet." He gives her a smile. "You're not sleeping in my closet. You're going to go sleep in your cave."

"I'll leave once you fall asleep." He pulls her to lay down in his arms. She closes her eyes as he turns off the lights and tv. "Can I ask you a question?" He plays with her hair. "Huh?" She asks enjoying the feeling. "Would you ever become one of us?" He asks hoping to hear a good answer. "Truthfully... I'm thinking about it but I'm not exactly there yet." She says making him get excited. "Well, you know how bad we all would love it if you were. Even Star wants you to." He kisses the top of her head as she drifts off to sleep.

Back at the cave, Paul looks at the boys who were staring at him. "Katherine is thinking about becoming one of us but isn't ready yet. We're getting closer boys." He tells them what she told him. "You hear that Star." David looks over at her. "If anyone is going to talk her into fully doing it, it's Paul." Star looks at him. "Why Paul?" Marko laughs. "Because of their bond." Dwayne tells him. "But you said we all could be her mates." Marko looks at David making Paul roll his eyes. "If she wants yes because her bond to each of us is different. Paul and hers... it's stronger and will be even more if she becomes one of us. That's what I was told." David explains staring down Paul.

"And I know a quicker way to make her one of us." David stands up. "How?" Star asks. "Her cousin, who has his eyes set on you, Star. We get him to drink and become one of us, she'll follow." David gives her a smile. "How would that make her want to drink too?" Dwayne doesn't understand. "In the past, she told me she's not against it because she's alone once her grandpa is gone. Both of her parents killed themselves... If we turn the rest of her family she'll have another reason." Star speaks up. "So we know what to do."

[a-supernatural-writer]

Blood Oranges Part 6

Summary: The holiday break is on the horizon, finals are weeks away, and you and your older brother are attending college in Vermont, ready to be done with school and be back home with your parents. Though, while fiddling around with your parents old camcorder, you come across some old tapes that look a little all too familiar to you and your brother.

Word Count: 2,895

Warnings: language, mentions of blood and killing

Poly Lost Boys x RemReader | Male OC x Male OC

Notes: Part 6! I'm excited for what's coming next. I hope you guys enjoy!

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You laid on your side facing Paul, the movie being long forgotten and now serving its purpose as background noise. You laughed as Paul voiced his complaints on the fact that records and cassettes almost became obsolete for a time and only just in the past few years did people start collecting and buying them again.

"It's a digital age, Paul. Technology boomed and people didn't like physical copies of things anymore. Now it's kind of a thing again." You explained to him.

Paul scoffed, "That's bull man. They're so cheap!" He exclaimed. He couldn't even think about not having his cassettes.

You winced a little with a laugh, "Yeah, about that. A brand new record costs you around twenty-two dollars at the least. The only way you're getting one that's under is at a thrift store."

You laughed more when Paul's jaw dropped, "You're kidding?" He asked you, not believing what you were saying.

You nodded, "Sadly, no… but anyways, my turn."

Paul nodded as well, scooting a little bit closer to you as you thought of what to ask. Even though it was David's coat, he still thought you looked cute in it; your scent and David's scent mixing together.

"Is… smell stronger when you're a vampire?" You kind of knew it was a bit of. Stupid question. You only guessed from lore that vampires had most, if not all of the senses heightened. You were just curious if it was true and if what you were smelling was normal from being an apparent 'dhampir'.

"Hell yeah. You can pretty much smell everything." Paul stared at you for a moment, "Are you…?"

You hummed, answering before he asked, "Kind of. Everything is a little more sensitive, I guess? Though, being around you guys, there's something else. It's intoxicating. I can't place it, but all I know is that I like it a lot."

Paul scooted even more closer to you, both of your knees now just barely brushing up against each other, "It's addicting."

You blinked at his choice of words and you agreed with him, "Yeah, do you… smell it too?"

Paul chuckled, "On you, yeah. You smell like the blood oranges you've been eating, but underneath that, there's something much…"

Paul moved even closer, your bodies and faces only a mere few inches from each other. His eyes roamed your face and you were hit with that smell once more, your brain getting a little foggy. Paul took a deep breath, pupils dilating as he breathed in your scent, "...Sweeter."

The part of you that you still didn't fully understand, growled lowly at Paul, his own scent once again invading your nostrils. Paul smiled and returned the growl, his face getting dangerously close to yours.

He loved it. He wanted more of it. But, he knew that would be selfish. Still smiling, Paul bopped your nose and you blinked at the action, your growl subsiding. Paul just chuckled at your reaction, "Definitely cute."

You watched, clutching onto your bag as the boys came in and out of the room, bringing in pillows and blankets that were no doubt from each of their seperate rooms. You were surprised when they told you that you'd be getting a room of your own. You half expected you and Freddie to be camping out in the main cave.

But David tossed your idea out the window, giving the space that you and Freddie needed. He wanted you to have an area to call your own, and of course didn't voice his wants of having you close. None of them did. They didn't want to overwhelm you as much as you already were.

Freddie came into the room and looked around, only a few candles gave you light; the boys said that they would grab more tomorrow as they had a good handful of them lit constantly. "They're certainly making it cozy here." Freddie comments, noticing the pile of mix-matched blankets and pillows.

You snorted, agreeing with him a little, "Yeah, I guess they are. How's your room?"

Freddie shrugged, "I'm not complaining, though they didn't give me as much as they did you. Dwayne told me they gave me some of their newer stuff that they haven't used as much… still smells like them though."

You furrowed your brow, "You… Do you smell anything else on their stuff?" You questioned.

Freddie pursed his lips and shook his head, "No, just smells like them. Why?"

You swallowed, your eyes catching David's as he passed by the room, "There's something more to their smell for me and I think the book Max gave us will help explain it."

Freddie nodded, "Okay. They also told me something that we can talk about tomorrow." Freddie glanced over at the doorway, knowing that they were waiting for the both of you to finish your conversation.

Freddie sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you in for a small hug. You wrapped your arms around his middle, and smiled as your brother tightened the hug. "We'll figure this out." He whispered.

You nodded, "I know."

Your brother pulled away and gave your shoulder a squeeze, "Get some sleep, Y/n."

You smiled a little as he let go of you, "You too, Fred." You walked to the door of your room with him, setting down your bag at the foot of your bed as you followed.

The boys were waiting outside your room and waited for your brother to enter his room and close his door to approach you. Their eyes bore into you as they walked past, each of them bidding you a goodnight.

Paul was the first, wiggling his fingers at you with a smile, "See ya tomorrow, babe."

You rolled your eyes at him but still smiled and even chuckled when Marko winked at you next, "We're one tunnel over if you need us."

You shook your head, watching the two terror blondes leave through the tunnel. You really did wonder just how many tunnels were in this damn motel.

"Sleep well, Y/n." Dwayne said, passing you, giving you a smile that gave you butterflies in your stomach. You glared playfully at him and all he did was smile wider.

Last but not least was David. The man who's coat you were still wearing. "Oh, um…" You stuttered a little as David looked down at you with a smirk.

You chuckled, flustered a little and carefully shedded the coat, handing it back to him, "Thank you, again for letting me borrow this."

David took it from your hands and he forced himself to stay calm as his senses started to become clouded with the scent of you as he put it back on, "My pleasure."

You fiddled with your fingers, suddenly very nervous, "You have a good night, or, well, good morning, I guess?"

David chuckled at your words, "Good night is fine."

Just as you were about to turn and scurry off into your room, David did something that completely froze you where you stood. Ever so gently, his gloved hands cupped your cheeks, holding you like you were a precious gem, something to be cherished, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

The coldness of his lips and his leather gloves sent shivers down your spine. It was beautiful.

You licked your lips and gulped as David whispered to you, "Sweet dreams, Y/n."

He pulled away and walked down the tunnel to follow the others, leaving you alone, sinking in what just happened.

With heat crawling up your face, you quickly went back into your room and closed the door behind you, leaning against it as the kiss still left you in a state of shock. It was intimate, so sweet… you questioned it so much.

You rubbed your neck, pushing off from the door and taking a seat on the bed that was covered in pillows and blankets. Sleep was suddenly pulling at your eyes and you realized just how much this day had taken out of you.

With a huff, you fully crawled in the bed and the second your head hit the mountain of pillows, your brain was flooded, nerves going haywire and more than anything, you wanted to bury yourself into the materials even further.

Your eyes widened and you deeply inhaled the mixed scents of all four of the boys. It was euphoric, it made you happy. Suddenly determined, your mind worked on its own and started rearranging the pillows and blankets around you so that you were completely surrounded.

You didn't even realize it at first, but your chest was rumbling, you were making small growls when you were happy with the placements of the different blankets and pillows.

Finally happy with your work, you made yourself comfortable and pulled at the blankets so that they covered you. As you fell asleep, you questioned what you just did and unfortunately, it would just have to wait until tomorrow.

David was salivating as he walked down the tunnel towards the cavern where they slept. Your scent was all over his coat. It was delicious, it was sweet and it made him growl as he inhaled it deeply.

Just like what Paul said earlier, you smelt like the fruit that you ate daily but your true scent was something that left him wanting more and more.

"She's all over you." Dwayne comments as David enters the cavern, staring at the bleach blonde's coat.

David smiled, genuinely smiled, "It's different, but not a bad different."

Marko scoffed, already hanging upside down from the ceiling with Paul at his side waiting for the other two, "Hurry up here. Sun's almost up." Marko grumbled, wanting to take a whiff of David's jacket himself.

David shook his head and Dwayne just chuckled, joining the two blondes on the ceiling. David grumbled as the boys stayed close to him. Not that they didn't sometimes get close while they slept, but with your scent mixed with his, everyone was a little more intimate than usual.

"Dibs." Dwayne mumbled out with his eyes closed. He smirked a little when Paul and Marko started to protest.

"Dude, seriously?" Marko pushed the brunette a little, "Of course you would call dibs for marking her next."

David said nothing but closed his eyes, pulling his coat closer to his body, drowning them out as he drifted off to sleep.

"So… I'm mated with the boys and you already found yours. This is nuts." You groaned as you face planted onto the couch in the main cave.

Freddie snorted at you as he continued to flip through the large book that Max gave you both to do your own research. "Apparently. Mates are a big thing for vampires of all kinds. It's like a predestined bond, something that can't be broken no matter how hard someone tries to break or avoid it."

You flipped onto your back and winced when a ray of sunlight hit your face. It was one in the afternoon and the boys were still dead asleep in their cavern, hidden deep and from any sunlight. You had a restful sleep and you felt like you could've stayed in your bed the entire day if your brother didn't get you up.

What surprised you is that the sun made neither you or Freddie tired like you thought. Apparently dhampirs could walk freely in the sunlight and have very little to no effect on you both. Most of the rules that applied to vampires, kind of didn't apply to either of you.

Though there were some other things that were different. As dhampirs you didn't need to feed on human blood as much, nor did you want to at the moment. Powers were much more vast and stronger, ranging from the time traveling and dimension hopping that you both did, to even telekinesis.

Some things stayed the same, holy water did hurt, flying was still a thing and the whole blood orange thing applied to all kinds of vampires. You suddenly questioned if Max had even more books on all vampires. What else was out there in this new world that you fell into.

"How would you even know who you're mated with?" You asked, turning your head towards your brother. How was he already mated? As far as you were concerned, vampires shouldn't exist at all in your dimension.

Freddie shrugged, frowning a little, "Don't know. Vampires mark their mates with scent marking. It helps other creatures know that they're taken or belong to someone else. Your scent is still dominant, but it's a warning sign to others to back off."

You frowned. Jason came to your mind and you knew how much your brother liked him; he was crushing hard. You couldn't imagine what he was thinking.

Freddie was upset for the most part. This whole 'already mated' thing was killing him on the inside. He liked Jason, a lot. He was happy that you and Jason came up with a plan for the two of them to get together. It was his chance to finally step out, to take the leap in asking out the guy he was head-over-heels for over a year. And this 'mate' had to screw that up.

Freddie slammed the book shut in annoyance and looked over to you as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Boardwalk?" Freddie questioned. The cave was cool, but Freddie realized last night that the two of you ended up here with only the clothes on your back and the small amount of things in your bags. You would need to do some shopping and thank goodness the both of you had a habit of keeping a good amount of cash on you.

You sighed, "Boardwalk."

"Okay so, phones changed the dates and our cash is now dated to fit the time as well." You whispered to your brother as the two of you looked through the racks of one of the many thrift stores on the Boardwalk.

You pulled out a band t-shirt that caught your eyes, "Who knew time traveling changed what you carried? Seems like a little bit more than just our newfound abilities at work."

Freddie agreed with you, rounding the corner to the other side of the racks, "Probably. The book only said that we can go into the past or future, nothing about changing objects to fit the time period."

You huffed, tossing the t-shirt in the shopping basket, intending to buy it, "So what, something or someone is helping us out fit in here? Who would even know that we're here?"

You didn't have a clue but your words struck a cord with Freddie, "What about mom and dad?"

You blinked, "Why would mom and dad know?"

Freddie grabbed a jacket off the rack and placed it in his own basket, "Think about it. Our parents are…" He whispered, "Dhampirs. So are we. They'd had to have known that would've figured it out somehow and maybe they even knew about this. They're from here and chances are-"

"So are we." You finished. The possibility of even being from Santa Carla and not Santa Cruz fucked with your mind a little.

You shook your head, "So, if mom and dad knew, and there's, lets say, the possibility of other supernatural creatures, they found someone to help us. But then that raises another question; how would they know that we went back right here and right now?"

Freddie stayed silent and bit his lip, "I don't know. More questions for Max."

You groaned.

Freddie rolled his eyes, "He's the only one, besides the boys that are giving us straight answers. And he has a vast amount of knowledge."

"Knowledge that he's not telling the boys."

"What?" Freddie questioned, confused.

You nodded, "You heard me. They didn't even know that blood oranges were a way to stay alive and avoid killing and drinking blood. They have a basic knowledge of dhampires and from what I can tell, maybe they don't even know what other creatures lurk in the dark."

Freddie stayed silent and thought it over. With sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair, "You're right. I know you're right and it sucks that he's the only one that knows about anything. It's control. He wants everyone to bow to his will and for some reason helping us is gonna benefit him."

"That's what I'm afraid of. He does love the idea of a big happy family." You hinted and Freddie could feel his heart sink to his feet.

"And what's more perfect than two lost, powerful dhampires that don't know their way and rely on him, to be added to the family?"

You nodded, looking away for a brief moment to make sure nobody was listening in on the two of you, "Exactly."

"That's why…" A hand placed itself on Freddie's shoulder. Freddie jumped and your head whipped back to your brother.

Yours and Freddie's jaws dropped. Freddie knew that dark, brunette curly hair anywhere and the star earring that dangled from the person's left ear.

Jason smiled at the two of you softly, still dressed in the same outfit you last saw him in, and a couple of bags of already paid clothing in his other hand, "You need to beat him at his own game."

"Jason?!"

[anna1306]

Heyy are your requests open?

If so could you please write me an poly! Lost boys x reader who gets a visit from them because they are the readers boyfriend's and as soon as they lay in bed with the reader, reader just falls asleep like immediately? What would their reaction be?

Poly!Lost Boys x Reader, who falls asleep

The evening was quiet, good and cool after a long day. Nothing bad had happened, not at all, but the amount of everything that was going on was a little bit overwhelming. Studying, trying to earn a bit of money, dealing with your friends and their problems... Plus, the Christmas was peeking from behind a corner, you needed to find the presents for everyone. Especially for boys.

The boys appeared in your life not so long ago, several months or so. They met you at the Boardwalk, first being David. He met you at some crowd, when you were lost and panicking. He led you out and was so kind and attentive, asking you if you were okay. You thought of him very well and when you learned him a little bit closer was surprised to see how cold he was. When you learned the truth about them, you questioned his motives that night, but he didn't answer any of your questions.

You knew the truth for about a month now. It didn't scare you away, you saw that they didn't change after telling you the truth. Paul and Marko still shared one braincell, Dwayne was caring, David protective. They were just a little different about who they were. And now when you knew what they were some things explained themselves. Like night-life style. After some time getting used to this, you were back with them.

You came into your house exhausted. You wanted to just lay down and not move for the next year. Still you ate something little at the kitchen, not so hungry, changed your clothes and even took a quick shower, after which you felt better and a little more awake. You were completely content with this quiet evening, but...

The knock on your window made you jump on your place. You turned to it and saw grinning Paul. Shit, you completely forgot about your promise to meet with them today. You darted to your window, opening it.

- You know there is door, right? - you shook your head, letting your boyfriends in. Dwayne kissed your cheek, Paul pecked your lips, Marko tugged you to bed to hold you close.

- There is no fun! - Paul laughed, striding along the room, looking around. They were here before, but he still liked to see if there was anything new.

- You haven't come, we decided to pay you a visit, - David said, standing near the window with almost burned out cigarette. - Everything's okay?

- Yes, I'm fine, - you smiled, sitting on Marko's laps, letting him hug you. You were sure that you weren't the kitten of the group, it was Marko, because he almost purred. - Sorry, just a lot of work, and I forgot.

- Want some tea? Maybe bath? Paul can bring some food, - Dwayne offered, not listening to Paul's complaints on this. He didn't want to go, wishing to relax with you, but he wasn't the one to decide. And he would run for anything for you, he knew that. Everyone just let him had his drama moment.

- I appreciate it, but no. I just wanted to relax a bit, - you smiled, when Marko nuzzled into your neck. - But I can dress up and we can go to the Boardwalk, have some fun and everything...

- No, we thought about quiet night for a while, - David flicked the cigarette into open window and closed it. You snorted at this, not buying this.

- No, really, Paul doesn't let us sleep, blasting music all day! - Marko exclaimed, falling to your bed and pulling you after him. You laughed at this, smacking him with a pillow near you.

- Liar, it was only for one night, - Paul showed his tongue, ready to jump on your bed, but stopped after your long look on his boots. He rolled his eyes, but still took it off before taking his place near you.

Marko layed down near you, hugging you tightly. He left his jacket on, but it didn't concern you in the slightest, it still was cute, warm and it smelled like him, so you weren't bothered. Paul pressed himself into your back, mumbling some nonsence in your neck. You looked at David, who was at the window, closing down your new black-out curtains you bought after learning the truth. Dwayne sat at the end of the bed. You motioned to the place neat you, but he shook his head with a little smile. Paul distracted you with a talk and you lost in his mumbling, smiling and answering him lazily.

He could talk for hours, jumping from one theme straight to the other one, so he not necessarily noticed the fact you fell asleep. He just continued talking before Dwayne grabbed his ankle and squeezed it. Paul stopped and looked at you. You were sleeping, holding his hand.

- Awwww, they are so cute... - he whispered, squeezing you tighter.

- If you wake them up, I would throw you out, - David said quietly.

- Yeah, they had enough... - Marko nodded. - They work like every day. When did they have a day off?

- Two weeks ago, - Dwayne remembered it, so he answered immediately and sighed, laying down on your thighs. David looked at you all for couple of moments. It was cute, he wanted to join you all, but... There was enough pile as it was. But the boys looked at him expectantly, and he sat down on the bed, taking his shoes off.

- You too need to take a rest, - Marko tugged him by the coat. Strangely, but David listened, laying down behind him. He hugged you all and closed his eyes, shushing the boys. If they wanted to talk, it better be in their heads, so they won't disturb you.

When you woke up in the morning, you found four vampires, snoring around you, trying to touch you in their sleep - hug or simple hand on arm - didn't matter. You tried to get out of this cocoon, but it was impossible. Well, one day off wouldn't be wrong.

The Lost Boys Taglist: @minafromasgard @starmullet

[goodstories08]

Love at First Sight

David King X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n lived a life dedicated to helping others but often neglected himself to do so. He had such stress and was always thinking about what he had to do next. One day the emotions became to much, the day the fog came to take him away.

I let out a sigh as my feet stomp onto the concrete driveway leading toward my house. I was fuming, I love helping people at the homeless shelter, we’re I worked, but I had to leave early today for my doctors appointment. My coworker was hungover from a party so I had to cover her fucking shift. I was now sad, tired, and probably dying cause I couldn’t make my checkup with my doctor. I pulled my keys from my pocket to open the door, as it creeped open a chilling breeze blew by. It was the middle of summer and this breeze was absolutely freezing. A black fog seeped out of the door and consumed me.

My eyes were squeezed shut as my body felt like it was falling into and endless abyss. My back finally hit ground after a good minute, I squeezed my hands to feel the damp dirt beneath me. My eyes opened and I saw people standing above me, cloths covered in dirt and blood stains. My eyes went wide and I immediately pushed back.

“Shhh shhh quiet guys he’s scared ok,” A women in a biker outfit said while coming closer to me. “Stay back,” I yell as I felt my eyes starting to fill with water, “We’re am I, take me back home!”

The others had sympathetic looks on their faces as they looked to each other. “Look calm down, we’ll explain everything,” The biker gang girl said while coming close enough to pull me into a hug. The women introduced herself as Yui and told me about herself. I didn’t listen to most of it since I was anxiously waiting for the explanation on how I got here.

“So yea that’s how and why your here,” Yui let out a gasp as the others went back to sit around the campfire or lay in their tents. “What! So we’re all here for some entity’s enjoyment?!” I yelled as Yui nodded. She pat my shoulder and helped me balance myself. My eyes scanned over the faces of the campfire, all laughing and telling stories like that this whole killer thing didn’t bother them. But I guess they have been there for a long time so somehow they just deal with it.

I stoped when I noticed a group of people walking toward the campfire, it was a women and two guys, all three in running gear. One of the guys was shirtless witch grabbed my attention, “Who are they.” Yui followed my eyes and sighed, “That’s David, Felix, and Meg. They go running together for like training and stuff like that. It’s pretty fun I join them once and a while.”

David, the name stuck in my head and my eyes couldn’t help but trace over his muscular build. He bent down to grab a water bottle but as he came up he noticed me. His eyes brightened a bit and he quickly set the bottle down. His chocolate brown eyes pulled away from mine, he wiped the sweat of his hands on his shirt and made his way over.

“U-ugh hey,” The taller male chuckled while scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t know we had a new survivor.” I smiled as butterflies flew through my stomach, his perfect six pack moved with his breath. His strong earthy scent made me swoon. “Yea, I just got here. Still trying to prodded everything,” I said causing my smile to fall. David’s eyes traced over me and he came closer, he pulled me against his bare chest and hugged me. His arms were so inviting and warm. “Ah sorry mate, I’m all sweaty,” He muttered in cute British accent.

“Oh it’s ok,” I say while pulling back away from him. “Um, I was wondering like we’re I sleep?” He smiled, a red hue creeping up on his face, “You could sleep in my tent, if your ok with it.” I now felt a blush creeping up on my face, “S-sure yea.”

David smiled and put and arm around me, “Right this way.” The two of us walked past the other survivors, Yui was smiling and whispering to their survivors about how cute we looked together, which David definitely heard. “And here we are,” He said while unzipping the small tent and letting me inside. There was a small pile of clothing in the corner and a few random items, like first aid kits, flashlights, and envelops. In the back of the tent there was a single queen sized mattress. “I hope you don’t mode sharing,” He nervously said causing me to smile, a shirtless hot guy was asking my if I was ok sharing a bed with him, hell yea. “Yea I’m fine with it.”

“Oh ok, I’m kinda tired anyway, I don’t know about you but I think I’m going to head to bed,” He said while falling back onto the bed and pulling the thin fabric blanket over himself. “Oh ok I’m gonna a just introduce myself to the others,” I say while unzipping the tent and walking back to the campfire.

“H-hey, I’m Y/n,” I say with a wave while taking a seat on a log next to Yui. “Wow already in the tent with David,” she said causing my face to turn a dark red. The others laughed a bit and introduced themselves to me. The sun set and nightfall came, the stars were beautiful but I felt myself yawn. “I think I’m gonna head in for the night,” I say, the others all said bye as I walked back to David’s tent.

I unzipped it and quickly walked in, The temperature had gotten colder since it was night and I felt a shiver run down my body. I took my shoes of and lay on the empty Sid elf the bed trying not to wake David. I slowly got more comfortable, till I felt an arm grasp my torso. I opened my eyes immediately and looked down to David’s arm. The brute let out a low groan and pulled me closer to him. I froze and tried to keep still but I was cold and shivering. “Hey, are you ok?” David mumbled into his pillow, “Your shaking.”

“I-I’m sorry I’m just cold, and a little flustered,” I said hoping he wouldn’t hear it but he did. “I hope your ok,” David stoped talking and pulled his arm away, he backed up, “I’m so so sorry. I just assumed you were gay and I don’t even know if you like me. I just haven’t had anyone for years and seeing you I was just happy to have a chance with someone that was cute and…”

I blushed and pulled him into a hug, “You called me cute.” David laughed and sat straighter to be taller, he looked down to my lips and pulled me close. Our lips met as he wrapped his arms around my waist, while mine went to his chest. We eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[aesopsbaby]

What if Yandere David and Daniel had a shy and innocent darling?

Innocent

Note: I'm not sure whether you wanted it together or separate,,, <\3 If not together,I could make a separate one! :D

Warnings:Yandere Themes

Let's start of by saying. Oh boy.

David would be ecstatic,honestly! You're like a scared little bunny! He finds it adorable how you're so shy <3

He would smile softly at you whenever you get flustered and try to hide yourself.

He absolutely MELTS whenever he sees you stuttering and tripping over your own words whenever he speaks to you.

David adores you so much <3 He gets so elated seeing you with so many different expressions and somehow all of those reactions are still adorable!

David fawns over you,24/7. He never leaves your sight,,,

Although,,,David sometimes get a bit annoyed when you yelp or shy away from his touch.

Yes,he finds it cute! But,,,after a while,,,it just irks him. Like come on! He just wants to hold you without you trembling and jumping away from his grasp!

"Sunshine,please...stop..acting like this."

He sighs frustratedly everytime he sees you shift away from him. But he wouldn't lash out immediately,oh no no.

It would take ALOT for you to break his limit,,,

And even if you DID reach that point,the most David would do is ignore your protests and just force you into his arms as he holds you. David doesn't want to scare you! But you're just making it hard for him to hold back,,,

Daniel watches everything silently,while a smirk is on his face.

Like David,he finds you adorable!

Daniel finds joy in concerning you against a wall and just watching your reactions. You trying to scramble away from him while he just grins at you,trapping you from all sides.

He just loves seeing you avert eye contact with him.

But then Daniel would force your head to tilt up to look at him,all the while he has a huge smile on his face.

"Come on,Darling. It isn't very nice to ignore someone."

If you still managed to look away from him while he has your face in his hand. He would grip your cheeks even harder,forcing you to wince.

"Look at me."

Every second you drag without looking at him,the harder he presses into your jaws.

And when you finally give up and look at him. Daniel has a steady glare on you. Eyes not blinking even once and he has a strained smile on his features.

"There we go. Now that wasn't very hard,was it darling?"

He would say releasing his grip on your face,instead using it to caress the side on your face with questionable gentleness. All the while he has a soft smile on his face.

David doesn't approve of Daniel's treatment towards you >:(

David would sometimes come to your rescue,pulling Daniel off of you and huffing disappointedly at Daniel.

"Daniel! Stop doing that!" David glares at Daniel,patting your head soothingly as you hid behind him. "Look at our beloved just trembling!" He chides at the man behind him who is staring at the pathetic scene before him with a unamused look. Daniel rolls his eyes,a grumble leaving his lips. "Oh stop overeacting. You just want Y/n all to yourself." Daniel spat.

David would usually sigh,calming you down before taking you away to cheer you up <3

Daniel hates this though- He understands you're scared of him but seeing you closer to David,just gets him so upset :((

Daniel doesn't know how to express his emotions <\3 so he usually forces all his feelings onto you. He stares at you with a smile because he's just mesmerised by you but he doesn't know why you freak out and look away from him. And he just thinks you don't like him :(( instead of thinking you were just shy or uncomfortable,,,

And he forces you to reciprocate his feelings because he's just so desperate :( Why don't you just see that he loves you as much as David does! Why won't you go to him for comfort?? Why do you only relax when David is near?? What was he doing wrong?!

He doesn't understand and just thinks you hate him <\3

But don't worry,David would explain to him that you're just shy :) and would help him to better express his feelings instead of cornering you everytime he wants affections.

NOW!!! DANIEL WOULD MAKE FLIRTY AND DIRTY COMMENTS DAILY!!!

Daniel would be the one making dirty jokes as well and David understands all of them.

"Hey Angel,try licking the ice cream from bottom to top. It helps it from melting so quickly." Daniel says,a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. You tilt you head to the side slightly before shrugging and doing as you're told. Oblivious to the eyes staring at you with lust filling them. "Daniel!" David huffs with exasperation,a slight pink hue on his cheeks. However,David is also staring at you as you do whatever Daniel had told you.

David would scold Daniel slightly but Daniel would just smile at him with a raised brow. Because he knows damn well,David is thinking the exact same as him.

God you're so innocent,it fuels into Daniel's ego. He could make so many dirty jokes and comments and you would just curiously tilt your head. You are so lost whenever you see David raising his voice at Daniel to "stop it!" And Daniel is just laughing obnoxiously.

There are times where David isn't having a good mood and he just glares daggers at Daniel. A silent warning. And Daniel would just keep a strained smile on his lips as he shuts his mouth.

Daniel respects David's boundaries and wouldn't cross them.

David is actually glad that you have an innocent nature! Glad that you're pure <3

Daniel,on the other hand. Takes full advantage of that to rile David up and to see your cute expression struggle to understand what they're saying.

However,if there ARE jokes that you get and you get flustered and shy,trying to cover your face out of embarrassment. Daniel's smile would fade and a genuine look of shock would be on his face. Like he is honestly surprised at how flustered you can be. Then the same smug smirk would come back as fast as it faded; so you weren't all that innocent,huh?

David,however,would just gush over how adorable you looked. He would reprimand Daniel slightly for causing you discomfort and then going back to cooing over you. Smiling widely as he pats your head lovingly,soft chuckles coming from him.

Overall,it would be an...interesting experience?

I mean,,,both of them love you dearly! And there are constant compliments from both males! <3