#Lost boys Paul

[persephone-s-moon]

When your bf is annoying af and you're not sure if you should kill him or fuck him

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Lost Boys Sick!Mate Headcanon

(For whoever requested a Sick Mate Headcanon for the Lost Boys, I hope you enjoy this)

David

•David wants to change you immediately

•He hates seeing you sick, miserable or in any kind of pain and while most people wouldn’t believe David can be sympathetic, for you he very much is

•He has been trying to get you to turn for a long time and while this is a convenient way of convincing you, he really just wants you to get better

•David hasn’t been sick in…several hundred years. He’s the oldest out of the whole pack and so he remembers sickness the least of all of them, the only thing he can relate it to is not feeding for a long amount of time and he knows how painful that gets to be

•He would lay with you in the bed in the cave, whether you live with them in the cave yet or not, that is where you will be staying and you have no choice, he won’t let you be alone while you’re ill

•He often gives you massages whenever your muscles are achy, he knows how good it makes you feel and it makes him feel like he’s able to do something to help you, even if it’s just to relieve a small bit of your discomfort

•He’ll definitely make Marko go out to get you food, though he doesn’t know what kind of food since you keep insisting that you aren’t hungry

•David wants to care for you, he just has no clue how and if you weren’t sick as a dog, it might even be adorable how frazzled he is

Overall Grade of Care: 4/10

Dwayne

•Dwayne would be a major worrier every single time you get sick

•While he doesn’t remember what it’s like to personally be sick, he does remember his younger sister being sick when he was human and dying of a fever, so every time you’re even remotely warm he attempts to put you in an ice bath

•When you are bed ridden he is sure to make you stay in the cave, he’s always by your side and will often sit and read to you until you drift off to sleep

•He tries to keep you fed as much as you’ll allow with your upset stomach and he gives you plenty of water, to the point you wonder if vampires can survive being waterboarded cause you’re ready to kill him

•Dwayne is very much like David, he doesn’t know how to take care of a human that’s sick and he doesn’t understand that sometimes you just need to let an illness run it’s course

•Eventually he would buy some medicine at the store (Marko’s recommendation) and give it to you. He’s completely stunned by how quickly you finally fall asleep with how badly you’ve been coughing but the medicine works

Overall Grade of Care: 5.5/10

Paul

•Paul is chill when you get sick, he knows most of the time it’s just a little cold

•He gives you a few shots of whiskey and smokes a joint with you until you pass out, most of the time you wake up feeling better

•When you don’t however, he becomes frantic

•He will run around like a human having a manic episode. He makes sure you’re as comfortable as you can be, and if you’re not he goes to the store and buys more pillows and softer blankets. Hell get you new pajamas and more boxes of tissues than you’ll ever use

•He cleans the entire area you’re in as best he can in a cave, trying to get rid of germs that could make you sick all over again. It would be funny if you didn’t want to strangle him for moving so supernaturally fast that he makes you even more dizzy which makes your stuffy head hurt more

•He tries not to bother you too much, getting you to sleep as much as he can because apparently humans only heal when they’re sleeping so you need to sleep until you feel better

•He doesn’t quite understand that there’s a limit to how much NyQuil you can take

•Paul means well and he wants to help, he just goes too far with it most of the time

Overall Grade of Care: 7/10

Marko

•Marko is probably the best of the boys to have taking care of you when you’re ill

•He gets you medicine immediately and actually reads the instructions to give you the correct dosage

•He ensures you are comfortable in the bed, making sure to keep the blankets on when you’re cold and removing them if and when your fever gets too high

•When you’re too warm, which seems to be most of the time, he will strip to his boxers and crawl into bed with you, his cold skin making you feel better almost instantly

•He goes to the store and gets you whatever you want but also picks some things for you to make you feel better. He gets you your favorite tea bags to make you hot tea, the Chamomile helping to calm you and be able to sleep better, he also gets you some cans of coke to sip on when your stomach is upset

•He makes you soup everyday to keep you eating, even if you cant hold too much down, it’s not too heavy on your stomach

•Marko will also rent movies (and by rent I mean take them from Max’s store when he’s not looking) to bring back for you two to watch together to keep you entertained

•Marko was a human not too long ago, Paul being the only one younger than him, and he remembers very well how to take care of sick people, he is very good at making sure you get well as quickly as you can

Overall Grade of Care: 9.5/10

Lost Boys Masterlist

[imagintheworldaway]

Paul: Pros and cons of dating me.

Paul: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Paul: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Y/N: I can’t believe we have to be stuck in this room together!

Paul, swallowing the key: Truly unfortunate.

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Y/N: Paul, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Paul, naked in Y/N's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Y/N, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

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Paul: I like your new pants!

Y/N: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Paul: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Y/N: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Paul: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Y/N: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Paul.

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Y/N: You look good in that hoodie.

Paul: You know where else I'd look good?

Y/N, zero hesitation: My bed.

Paul, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

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Y/N: What are you in the mood for?

Paul: World domination.

Y/N: That's a bit ambitious.

Paul: You are my world.

Y/N: Aww...

Paul:

Y/N:

Paul:

Y/N: OH.

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Y/N: I feel like doing something stupid.

Paul: I’m stupid, do me.

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Paul, on the phone: So no head?

Paul: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*

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Paul: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Y/N: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Paul: Holy moly-

[britany1997]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Follow up blurb

Hope y’all enjoy this little follow up blurb for Paul and Selkie reader! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, I felt like y’all deserved this, hope you love it! Read the original fic here:)

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

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You pouted, “it’s cold.”

A half smile pulled at Paul’s lips as you poked at your icecream, shuddering at the sensation.

“Then why’re you puttin’ your fingers in it baby?”

You huffed through your nose, pout deepening. “Well what do I do with it? How do you…consume this?”

Paul shook his head, chuckling under his breath. But once his boyish grin met your withering stare, he cleared his throat awkwardly to cover his laughter.

“Sorry sweetness,” he ran his fingers through your hair in apology, tugging at the ends just the way you liked.

You sighed and leaned into his touch, nuzzling against his palm. Against your will, your frustration slowly began to melt away…

…much like your icecream that had began to dribble into your lap.

You groaned, “what sort of horror is this?” You held up your cone, inspecting it. “What is happening??”

Paul suppressed his laughter with unnatural self control as he raced to gather napkins. He beamed as he wrapped the cone and wiped your thighs. “That’s what happens when you wait too long to eat it.” He explained, pinching your cheek between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing gently.

You batted his hand away, “it changes forms?” You scoffed. “Humans like this torture device??”

Paul rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stick your tongue out.”

Your own eyes rolled as you hesitantly obeyed.

“Ok now lick the icecream.”

Your eyes narrowed, “what will it do to me?”

Paul couldn’t contain his amusement as a laugh slipped free. “Just trust me! Have I ever let you down?”

You crossed your arms, hmm, he had a point.

Since you’d washed up onto the shore of the human world, Paul had revealed it’s secrets to you with great care and enthusiasm. Every new adventure was as exciting to him as it was to you. He received so much joy from sharing his life with you.

You knew Paul would never let you down.

You carefully licked the freezing mass atop the cone. The cold made you shiver and you glared at Paul, but then…

“It’s so sweet!” You exclaimed before snatching the cone from his hand and tasting more.

“I told you sugar!” Paul smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “sweet thing like you deserves somethin’ sweet every once in a while,” he winked.

You’d think after a couple months you’d be used to Paul’s endless flirting, but he could still get your heart racing with a few choice words and a smile.

Your cheeks flushed red, “you’re the sweet one Paulie.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and held the cone to his mouth to share. He happily obliged.

“You know,” he began, mouth full, “the boardwalk only has chocolate and vanilla, but I’ve been meanin’ to take you to this place with thirty-one different flavors.”

“Thirty-one??” Your eyes widened with shock. “Can we try them all?” You asked as you pulled the icecream back from Paul to take more for yourself.

Paul’s lips pulled up into a half-smile once more as he took in the sight of your flushed cheeks, your eager eyes, and your icecream smeared lips.

He couldn’t help himself.

His palm cupped your cheek, pulling you in for a sweet, cold kiss. He licked his lips after, savoring the chocolate taste.

“Yeah baby, we can do whatever you want.”

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[shilohsversion]

"You'll never grow old, Michael, and you'll never die. But you must feed!"

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mentions of periods and related period things, implied smut but no actual smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Paul wasn’t one to cry. He was cool. He was sexy. And he spent too much time trying to be goofy or space out to cry. 

Or that’s at least what everyone thought. 

He was a good, sweet, and somewhat clingy boyfriend. Always wanting a hand on you– a hand in your back pocket or in your hand were the most common– getting you food whenever you wanted it and making sure you were never sad. He was a giant golden ball of sunshine, who killed people and was great with his tongue.

However, Paul was a sensitive little bitch. Deep, deep, deep down. How he got you more stuffed animals than Laddie or gave you posters when they came with his vinyls instead of plastering them all over the cave walls. Or when he got high and ate Marko’s butter statue in the fridge– he felt bad for months– and when he accidentally scratched David’s The Cure album with his claws. The guilt was mostly cause David chewed him out, but that was beside the point.

What could he say? Paul was a man with many layers. But sometimes those layers were so deep they did not mean to see the surface.

–

You were lying down on the old couch in the cave, trying to snuggle under one of the numerous blankets the boys had accumulated over the years. Groaning in discomfort, you turned to the other side, trying to ease your pain. 

Water bottles, snacks, and any kind of painkiller imaginable were scattered on the floor around you. 

Your period was three days early. Not like it was ever consistent, but it was still miserable. You were burning up, sore all over, covered in three new zits, and anytime you went to the bathroom it looked like a murder scene afterward. You hated it. And while your blood-sucking boyfriend loved it, he tried to sympathize best he could– to treat you like a little baby bird and not like a meal.

But sometimes, sometimes, his blood lust got the better of him. 

–

Paul strutted down into the cave, totally not paying attention to his surroundings, until he saw a big lump of blankets on the couch. 

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

“You okay?” Paul asked, momentarily clueless as to what was going on with you. 

And then it hit him. 

Your period. 

His gaze got slightly hazy, and he immediately pounced onto the couch, wanting to pepper you in kisses, feed you chocolate, and eat you out until you passed out in a blissful slumber.

“Baby I want–”

“Grrrrr…” You shoved him off the couch and curled up into a tighter fetal position than you were already in. “Don’t touch me… not now…” You whined. You were hit with cramps soon as Paul entered the cave, and your pain meds were proving to be useless.

“Oh…” Paul’s cold dead heart was resuscitated momentarily by seeing you, only to be stomped on and shattered by your harsh rejection, bringing it back to death. 

“Okay… If you need anything I’ll be in my room…” 

Paul walked away into the depths of the cave slowly. Any pep in his step or excitement was sucked out of him. He just wanted to help! Make you feel better– maybe give you a massage, or help cool you down by holding you in his arms while he buried his face into your neck. 

Paul knew you were the one. He didn’t miss the daytime because he had you, the sun to his moon– bright and cheerful to compliment his bright and cheerful. Except where he was cold and dead, you were warm and alive. He loved showering with you, sniffing all your fancy soaps, and asking if he could take a bite. He tried to pull a romcom classic and cook for you, which almost burnt your kitchen down… But his big, sad, blue puppy dog eyes got the best of you. He could never thank you enough when you did daytime-esk errands for him, like buying him snacks from stores that closed before sundown or letting him do laundry at your place. Or standing your ground and helping him get some touchy valley girl off his back. 

But Paul was still Paul, and he had trouble with being told no by someone other than the boys. He also worried you would eventually get sick of him. Sick of his loud voice, and weed-ridden musk. Sick of how he was sometimes really forgetful, or too spaced out and lost focus easily. He was scared you wouldn’t find him sexy or funny and see he didn’t really have much else going for himself. He had been working on it, trying to be more confident deep down and not cry like a baby when you didn’t want to hang out 24/7, but sometimes it slipped his mind that humans needed personal space and alone time. 

You mumbled a groan as you slightly shifted under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. 

 —

You had awoken, after sleeping for what felt like an eternity. You were sweaty, groggy, and had no sense of what time it was. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased. 

You groaned and shifted from your spot on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you stared at the person who woke you. 

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.” 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “He would say that. Where is he anyways? Is he getting food?” 

“…”

“Marko…”

Marko bit his thumb and avoided your gaze as he picked up the trash surrounding the couch. 

“Marko...”

“He got really upset after you told him to fuck off.”

“What? When did I do that?” 

“Um, he said when he came home,” Marko shook a pill bottle, seeing if it was empty. “You were curled up into a ball on the couch and then you pushed him away and told him to leave you alone.” 

Your boyfriend was such a drama queen. “I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Yeah, well,” You and Marko walked into the kitchen area, trash, snacks, and medicines in hand. “My painkillers didn’t kick in on time. I thought I was dying for a hot second. I didn’t want Paul making it worse.”

Marko smiled, closing the chip bag, “He probably would have taken a bite out of you if you let him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

One of the pigeons flew towards you both. Staring Marko in the eyes. 

“No, I’m not giving you potato chips,” he jokingly scolded his pet. “No, these aren’t for you.”

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” 

“Okay.” 

Marko was still focused on his pigeon. “Yeah, she’s gonna see Paul. She’s gonna see Paulie. You know what they’re gonna do Jasper—“

“Shut up,” You scoffed. 

—

You knocked on the “door”— an old surfboard covering the hole in the wall to his little stoner rock cave— of Paul’s room.

“Paul…” 

You heard a sniffle from the other side, but nothing else. 

“Paul, I know you’re in there…” another moment of silence. 

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked. 

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied. 

“Can I come in, baby?” 

“Sure.”

You pushed the door to the side and stepped inside his room. “Hi, baby.”

He was laying under several blankets in the nest you’d both made together, only his head and lion's mane worth of hair sticking out.

  “Hello…” All the usual fun and excitement was sucked out of his voice, leaving it hollow and empty. 

“Oh no, I don’t like hello. What’s going on?”

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

You slowly sat down next to him, pushing aside a few mixtapes and some dirty clothes, “Baby… baby you know I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, you smell nice— like nicer than usual. And I just, I love you so much—

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

“—and eat you out so hard you see stars.”

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

“Yeah, you were mean.” Paul sniffled. “I didn’t like it.” 

“Oh baby come here,” You joined him under the covers, attempting to scoop him into your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It was not fine. 

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

He shifted his head onto your shoulder, “You just… you scared me.” 

You gently scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to, I just needed to be alone.”

“I’m worried I messed up and you don’t wanna be with me anymore… I’ve messed up a lot and I tend to pretend I don’t care if I fuck up, but I do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that. Even if I tried, David would Professor X my memory.” 

Paul laughed a little. 

“I just didn’t want you pouncing on me like an animal–”

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?” 

“Yeah… Just… just don’t– if you– uh, if you need some space don’t act like me when I need blood and I wig out, okay?”

“Will do.”

Paul sat up a little, so he could snuggle into you.“Mmmm… Thank you.”

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[soupbabe]

Late Night Movie Run (The Lost Boys + Reader)

The boys harrass Reader at the video store.

Soo this was supposed to be a request, but I was too far into this before I realized it barely mentioned what the request wanted, so I changed it a lil and made it its own thing </3

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @bugginbeetlew

You've been a long time patron of Max's Video Store, a position seen by the owner and his sons. Every week they observe your routine of coming in with a couple of films and coming back out with double the amount. Tonight, they were lucky enough to catch you come in while they were inside too. David and others stood idly by, observing your small talk with Max. It wasn't until you made your way to the horror section that they made their move.

"Fright Night, huh?" A smooth voice took you out of your focus. Looking up from the shelves you've seem to have been surrounded by a group of men dressed in leather. All of them were sizing you up, though the platinum blonde was the one to speak up once more. "Isn't that the one with the scary vampire?" He spoke slow and teasing. The words that fell from his mouth caused the others to giggle, like it was an inside joke that you "just had to be there" for. You nod, "I've been on a horror binge lately. Tonight I'm just in the mood for vampires."

Another blonde from the pack speaks up, his hair long and reeking of hairspray. He smiles through his words, "D'ya believe in them?" He twirls his hair, his smile growing wider as you shrug. "I don't know for sure...but I always keep an open mind." Your answer pleased the strangers around you. Ending the conversation there, you grab a couple more titles and try to make your way through the barricade of boys. The platinum blonde from earlier grabbed your arm. "No need to be in a rush, I thought we were making friendly conversation." He smirked as you jerked you arm out of his grip. "I don't want to be out too late, that's all."

You could hear a curly haired man groan with the longer haired one from earlier, "C'mon, hang out with us for a little. We have rides, we can take you home." Their combined charm made you consider, but soon enough, Max found his way to the aisle. His tone was firm and he rubbed his temples. "Stop harassing the customers. I thought I banned you boys from being here." At his command, the stranger rolled his eyes. "Let's go boys," the group immediately followed him out the door.

As the men made their way outside, David glanced behind him to see you staring back. "See you later, Y/n." He turned away and walked on like nothing happened, letting his words linger in the air. The interaction made a chill roll down your spine.

You never gave him your name.

Even worse, you could've sworn you saw a yellow glint in his eyes.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Can you do a Lost Boys headcannon were their s/o is afraid of spiders??? Like how would they react to finding out they're afraid of spiders, if they'd tease you about it, etc.

hope you enjoy!

The Lost Boys x S/O That’s Afraid Of Spiders

David

he would find it amusing how much you hate spiders. david thinks of spiders more as a nuisance than anything. when you’d see a spider and jump on his lap in fear he’d think it’s funny. he’d say something like, “are you really scared of a little spider?”

depending on his mood, david might get a little annoyed with your fear of spiders. for example, if you screech and jump at him for protection and he’s in a bad mood he might groan and tell you to grow up a little bit. he’ll apologize later if he truly offended you, but when he’s in a bad mood any little thing will make it worse.

david would kill the spiders for you. not only because you’re afraid of them, but also because he finds them annoying. he likes seeing you come to him for protection, but he wouldn’t want you to be afraid for too long. if he’s not in the mood for getting spider remains on his shoes then he’ll grab a stick for the spider to climb on and he’ll leave it outside.

Dwayne

dwayne wouldn’t be annoyed with your fear of spiders. he knows that all people/vampires are all afraid of something, and yours happens to be spiders. the first time he saw you scream and run to him because of a spider he just laughed a little bit and then killed it.

he wouldn’t ever make fun of you for your fear of spiders. he just finds it funny at times. if it’s a big spider he’ll understand because they’re scaring looking and ugly, but he finds it funny when you screech over a spider the size of an ant. one of the first times he saw you run away from a tiny spider he said, “this little thing? he won’t hurt you,” dwayne still killed it afterwards though because he doesn’t like seeing you scared.

dwayne isn’t afraid of spiders unless they come out of nowhere. like if he turns and sees one right next to him he’ll jump a little bit. he’s not scared of killing spiders though because he’s used to killing them for you and laddie. he finds it cute how you come to him for protection. he likes being the brave one.

Paul

paul would make fun of you for it, but deep down he’s afraid of spiders too. he would never admit it though. the first time you saw a spider and hid behind him he started laughing at you. “babe, you’re scared of a nice little spider?” he’ll apologize if he makes you feel bad, and depending on the size he’ll step on it to kill it.

if you insist he kills a big sized spider, paul will say he will like it’s no sweat, but when he gets close to it and realizes how big it actually is he’ll chicken out. all his courage will be washed away, and he’ll spend a few minutes trying to boost his confidence back up to kill it. once you tell him to kill it a second time his confidence will be gone and he’ll come up with an excuse like, “he’s probably got a wife and kids! i don’t want to kill him!”

paul will never admit that he’s scared of spiders, but has no problem making fun of you for it. if you try to tell him that he’s afraid of them too he’ll deny it till no end. paul will only have the courage to kill the small spiders the big ones are you’re problem.

Marko

marko is not afraid of spiders in the slightest. it’s mainly because he knows that they can’t hurt him even if they bite him. when he found out you were deathly afraid of spiders he thought it was hilarious and made fun of you like paul. “i can’t believe you’re afraid of these friendly little spiders! they won’t do anything to you! here, take one!”

marko would try to get the spiders to befriend him and follow him around the cave, but he fails almost every time. he’ll pick one up and chase you around with it saying he wants you to meet his new friend, but he really just enjoys scaring you. if the spider bites him or refuses to be his friend, marko will get upset and kill it as punishment.

he doesn’t really like killing them because they don’t bother him, but he will if you’re screaming at him to. after chasing you around with the spider in his hand he’ll say, “babe, look,” and he’ll kill it by crushing it with his bare hands. that probably wouldn’t make you feel any better cause of how gross that would be, but he got rid of the spider problem.

[chrissiepop]

Paul. Baby, sugar, honey... STOP STEALING MY BRA'S AND NOT GIVING THEM BACK EVERY TIME YOU COME OVER!! THOSE WERE PRICEY!!

[january-cinders]

Dwayne: would you slap Paul...

Marko: yes

David: yes

Dwayne: I didn't finish

David: sorry, continue

Dwayne: would you slap Paul for ten dollars?

David: I would smack Paul for free

[sweetobservationgardener]

I so badly wish we would have seen more of a relationship between Max and the boys. I know that in public, Max was dismissive, but I wonder what happened in private. Did he make sure his boys were taken care of? Did he just let them do whatever until they needed him? Did he teach them valuable life lessons? When he saw his boys dead in the house, what was he really thinking inside his head???

[klaus-littlestwolf]

(The drawings/tattoos that are used to illustrate the tattoos the boys get in this story are in no way mine and I do not take credit for them in any way (there’s a reason I’m a writer, I can’t draw to save my life 🤣). They are only used to show what the boys wanted tattooed on them by their mate. Credit where Credit is due)

Seeing them was odd, it always had been. It was very rare that I was on the boardwalk after the sun went down and when I was I always had someone with me who walked me to my car, and always freshly after sunset. I knew the boardwalk was a dangerous place at night and honestly, I preferred to avoid it, even if the night life is more fun for everyone.

Unfortunately I had to take this shift for a coworker for the rest of the week at least, and was stuck here until the Tattoo shop closed at 2am, and the only reason I’m not complaining is because people seem much more willing to tip better at night. The Lost Boys were a biker gang, and while I couldn’t deny that they are attractive and that they look like a lot of fun, I also knew better. They parked their bikes across from the shop every night, from what I could tell they enjoy pissing off Max, the video store owner, though I don’t know why.

I tried very hard not to make eye contact with any of them, just not looking up at them at all as I finished my tattoo, which was a pinup of a mermaid, and covered it up with plastic wrap, quickly checking the guy out and accepting my 30 dollar tip before shutting the register on my finger which instantly made me yelp in pain and see a trickle of blood coming from my finger. Thankfully it was only a little cut and it wouldn’t hinder my work as I sucked off the blood and quickly disinfected it, wrapping a tight bandaid around it. Just as I moved to my station to clean everything my eyes flickered up as if by instinct and caught all 4 of the boys staring at me intently which startled me but I quickly looked away and tried to calm my racing heart by getting rid of the inky water at my station. Just as I was about to put my ink away and read my book I heard footsteps walk into the front.

‘Hello, welcome to Ink-Well Tattoo Shop, if you’d like to look at my books they’re on the shelf.’ I told them, just turning around as I finished talking and coming face to face with the bleach blond leader that had been staring at me only a moment ago.

‘Ink-Well…is that a reference to an ink container people used to have on their desks or how good you are at your job?’ He asked…softly? I had always imagined their voices to be deep and dark, especially his, but while it was deep it was also gentle, at least while speaking to me right now it was but I could tell that soft voice wasn’t always so soft.

‘I think you’re the first person to prove me wrong, the owner said, “Everyone knows what an inkwell is”…no one knows what it is. And personally, I would describe my abilities much better than “well”. I’m incredible, do you know what you want today, sir?’ I asked, moving around him only to find the dark haired one right behind him and I realized how tall he really is as I almost slammed my face into his naked chest. I looked around, seeing the other two beside my chair and I took a deep breath. ‘Which one of you is getting inked today?’ I asked and the twisted sister look-alike jumped up excitedly.

‘Oh! Me! I want to do it!’ He seemed to be begging which was a strange thought as the leader nodded and he jumped to sit in the chair.

‘Okay, I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.’ I held out my hand and he took it in his own, pulling me closer before kissing my hand tenderly which made my blood rush to my face. The idea that these boys are soft and sweet and gentle in any way shape or form is really screwing with me. Their presence had always been a tad bit scary with the vibe they gave off, sexy or not (and they definitely are), but for the first time that I’m seeing them it’s like they’re not projecting dangerous vibes and it was a comfort in this situation being alone with all of them.

‘I’m Paul. This is Marko, Dwayne and you met David. Y/n, I like that name.’ He flirted and I rolled my eyes, handing him a book full of images of my work.

‘I’m glad, do you know what you want to get Paul?’ I asked, and he smiled as he looked at my work, all of them now watching as he flipped through the pages.

‘I want a vampire bat on my chest. Are you able to do that?’ He questioned, looking up at me as Marko took the book and I nodded, sitting in my seat beside him.

‘Were you looking for it to be realistic, like a portrait? Because if you want something like that it’s a 6-7 hour minimum piece and I would need you to come back during the day-‘

‘Oh, we can only be here at night, I want something smaller anyway. Not cartoony but-‘

‘You want a badass vampire bat, I get you. I can definitely do that. How big are you looking to get it?’ He jumped to pull off his jacket which jingled with all the stuff he had hanging off of it before stripping off his tank top.

‘Like maybe, this big?’ He showed me the area of his chest he wanted covered and I nodded.

‘Okay, let me draw that up and we’ll see if you like it.’ It was a relatively small tattoo and he watched, leaning over the chair as I sketched it out and he was smiling the whole time, staring at me.

‘You’re really pretty, has anyone told you that?’ He asked and I rolled my eyes.

‘Surf Nazis say shit every day-though they usually go with “hot”, “sexy”, “great rack”. Things like that, pretty is a new one though, thank you.’ I knew my face was red as he watched me draw, Marko suddenly beside me, setting a chair near Paul’s feet.

‘They bother you a lot, Angel?’ He wondered and I shrugged, my face darkening even more as he called me that.

‘All day long, they’re probably the most annoying customers so my boss takes all of them since they started getting a bit too comfortable and handsy with me and the other girl. I have her evening closing shift for the week so, if they show up I get to tell them to “fuck off” which is awesome.’ I joked and they laughed along with me.

‘Well, we’ll need to make sure they don’t bother you anymore, won’t we boys?’ It was the first time David spoke again and I looked up to see him watching me draw over my shoulder.

‘Fuck yeah, no one’s gonna be bothering our Princess.’ Paul cheered and it was weirdly comforting to hear that they wanted to protect me.

‘Please, just leave it alone? They don’t know I’m working nights now so it’s all fine, and I’ll only be doing it for the week. What do you think? Do you think he looks mean enough?’ I asked, showing Paul my drawing.

‘Princess, that’s incredible! It somehow looks cute and vicious…like Marko!’ He teased, getting punched in the chest immediately.

‘Okay, punch each other all you’d like outside, but if you make his skin swell where I need to ink then I’ll hit you myself.’ I told Marko, moving to make a stencil for the tattoo that Paul wanted, nearly running into Dwayne again, who just watched me.

‘Don’t mind him, he’s quiet but honestly, he’s the nicest of all of us…usually.’ David spoke and I smiled, quickly making the stencil.

‘Would you tattoo me tomorrow night?’ A new deep voice asked and I looked up to see it had been Dwayne. I paused to pick my chin up from the floor at the sound of his sexy deep baritone voice before shaking off and answering him.

‘Of course. Do you know what you want done, because I can do anything you want but depending on the style you want I might recommend a coworker. Say you wanted Japanese, I would recommend Kevin, he is fucking killer at that stuff and if you want anything American Traditional he is bomb at it.’ I had said this because of the American Traditional rose tattoo I could see peeking out on his side though he quickly shook his head.

‘I want you. I want something like this.’ he showed me the dreamcatcher piece I had put in my book and I smiled.

‘This is one of the best tattoos I ever did, and it was so much fun! Do you want it that size?’ He nodded his head.

‘Yes, but a bit more along the Native American type style? I’d like it to look like it’s braided together…could you do that?’ He looked unsure but I just kept smiling.

‘Of course I can! Let me draw a couple of things up tonight for you and you can see what you like best tomorrow. I’m sure I can give you something perfect!’ For the first time the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled down at me-his smile was hot cute.

‘I know you can Babygirl.’ I was startled but after hearing Marko and Paul I realized that they seem to have a thing for nicknames so I ignored it.

‘Alright Paul, stencil is done.’ I spoke, sitting back down beside him. Most of his chest hair was in the center of his chest so I didn’t need to shave where he wanted the tattoo before placing the stencil and squeezing out the inks I would need. ‘Are you ready, rockstar?’ I asked him and he grinned as I called him that.

‘Hell Yeah Princess! Ink me up!’ We chatted as I tattooed him, him and Marko keeping me engaged with the conversation but I noticed David and Dwayne off on their own and speaking seriously for a while. The tattoo took about an hour, maybe a bit more before I was finished, turning off the machine and wiping his chest down.

‘What do you think?’ I waited for his reaction after handing him a mirror to see it more clearly and he turned it away from me instantly, seeming uncomfortable before looking down at his chest instead of at the reflection and grinning at the new ink on his body.

‘Princess! This is amazing!’ He exclaimed, placing the mirror face down and moving to hug me.

‘Ah-Ah! It’s sensitive! Don’t you dare destroy my work!’ I warned, turning to lay some plastic wrap over it and tape it down after David and Dwayne looked at it.

‘You’re really talented. I’m gonna have to go after Dwayne.’ David told me, watching as I cleaned up.

‘You’ll have to go the next night cause Dwayne’s is going to take me until closing at least…what time can you get here tomorrow?’ I asked him.

‘I’ll be here right after the sun goes down, I promise.’

‘Okay, so that’s about 8. I’ll be sure my last client will be done by then. Where do you want it, by the way?’ He opened his jacket, showing me the right side of his chest and making me blush. ‘Got it. I’ll have a few options for you tomorrow. For now, Paul, that’ll be 45.’ I finished putting everything away as it was now 10 minutes after closing time.

‘Here you go Princess, be safe getting home, you hear?’ He warned and I nodded, Paul, Marko and Dwayne walking out and leaving me with David for a moment and I froze under his intense stare.

‘Paul is right you know…you really are beautiful.’ He complimented, his gloved hand holding my chin for a moment before walking out and letting me shut the gate to the front before realizing Paul had given me a 100 dollar bill which is a 55 dollar tip…maybe I can like these boys after all.

What I didn’t know was, as I walked out the back door and locked it once the place was all clean, I was being watched. I made my way down the boardwalk, grabbing a burger and fries, along with a coke, shoving the food in my bag and sipping my soda as I walked off the boardwalk and all the way home.

Unlike every other night I had walked in the dark before, I felt…safe? I wasn’t looking around like a crazy person waiting to get jumped, I just walked home and crashed into bed.

I live in an apartment with a roommate, Justin, who is always out at his girlfriends (whoever that is this week) which left me alone most of the time and I loved it. I put in a video I had rented from the video store next door earlier that day, it was a new horror movie, Hellraiser. Strange premise, awesome movie.

That’s how I fell asleep that night, around 3:30 am, and all the while 4 sets of yellow eyes watched from the trees outside.

I got to work the next night at 6 as my boss left and set my sketchbook on my table, taking 2 quick tattoos before telling the last walk-in that I didn’t have time, knowing as the sun began to set Dwayne would be coming for his tattoo and I was excited to see which one he picked. I had set up everything I would need and just as I was scheduling a tattoo for a coworker to do tomorrow for a walk-in, I heard the rumble of bikes coming down the boardwalk making me smile. ‘Okay, Kevin will take you tomorrow at noon, is that alright?’ I asked the annoyed girl who clearly just wanted her tattoo now.

‘Still don’t get why you can’t just take me now.’ She bitched and I fought to not roll my eyes as 4 sets of heavy boots stomped through the front.

‘I can’t take you now because I’m tattooing him now. Your appointment is for noon tomorrow.’ She turned and as she saw the boys she quickly ran out the front and was gone, startling me. ‘I should employ you as security here from now on.’ I teased, grabbing my book and walking over to my chair.

‘We can do that for you at night.’ Marko agreed, a grin on his face which seemed to always be grinning honestly.

‘Well I’m only working here for the week at nights so you won’t see me after that-‘

‘No! You need to keep working nights Angel, what are we supposed to do without you here?’ Marko complained.

‘Come on, the night life is more fun anyway Princess!’ I rolled my eyes, opening my book.

‘I’ll think about it. Okay, this is the first one I did, I went simple cause I didn’t know how detailed you wanted everything. Usually I put in too much detail and people hate it.’

‘It’s nice, but I was hoping for something more intricate.’ He told me and I smiled.

‘Okay, I went a little bigger with this one, but my personal favorite is this one.’ I showed him the third one and his eyes widened. ‘I researched some Native American dream catchers and tried to make it as real as I could…do you like it?’ He nodded his head slowly and I was worried for a moment.

‘It looks like the one my Ma made me when I was a kid…it’s perfect Babygirl, thank you.’ I was touched by that.

‘This is why I love my job, you can tattoo memories for people that they get to keep for a lifetime. Don’t thank me yet though, not until it’s done, I already made the stencil for it, I just knew you would pick this one! Take off your jacket.’ I told him, grabbing the stencil and looking at Paul. ‘Let me see how it’s healing rockstar.’ He hesitated for a moment before pulling his shirt up and I was stunned. ‘Holy shit!’ I stood, moving to him and touching his chest. ‘You…you heal fast don’t you?’

‘Way fast, it looks great Princess.’ He pecked my cheek before sitting next to Marko and I moved back to my chair, removing my jacket and getting ready to place the stencil. ‘Damn girl! You are tatted up!’ I tried to stop the blush that came in but I couldn’t, smiling as they all inspected my skin which had both of my sleeves done.

‘Yeah, I don’t know any tattooers who don’t have tattoos, and if you find one, don’t go to them.’ I teased, peeling the stencil off and turning on my machine to begin inking the shirtless God.

‘I need food, you guys want anything? Dwayne? Angel?’ Marko offered a little later, just as I was finishing the outlines.

‘I wouldn’t mind a coke.’ I told him and he grinned, jumping to go get food with Paul behind him. ‘How are you feeling Dwayne? Okay?’

‘I’m fine, how are you?’ He countered and I rolled my eyes.

‘I’m trying to make sure you’re not getting dizzy or are gonna pass out on me, you’re still as a statue and barely breathing. Don’t be a smartass.’

‘I’m fine, I promise. You have beautiful eyes…’ he mumbled and I just blushed, beginning to detail the braided base before moving to the feathers.

I finished the tattoo just before 2 and it came out perfectly, prompting me to hand him the mirror which he grabbed as Paul had and turned it away from me though I could swear it looked like he didn’t have any reflection at all. ‘Alright, you’re all finished. Is it what you wanted?’ I asked and he nodded, looking down at his chest.

‘You have no idea how perfect this is. Thank you Babygirl.’ He leaned down and kissed my cheek as I rang him up and I was once again bright red.

‘Look at that cute little blush!’ Marko exclaimed and he and Paul laughed like crazy. ‘Everything you do is just so cute Angel!’ He was teasing me and I wanted to hate it but I didn’t, it filled my stomach with butterflies and I was feeling awful about how badly I wanted to jump all of them.

‘Shut up.’ I grumbled and began closing up, all of them moving to hug me in one way or another.

‘We’ll see you tomorrow night Kitten.’ David told me and it felt almost like a warning, daring me not to be here which made me excited.

For the rest of the week they were there, David and Marko both getting tattoos of their own before Paul decided to get a bigger piece, dedicating a whole sleeve to his rockstar image which I found cute, starting with a killer electric guitar and lyrics from the song Lost in the Shadows. That next night was my last night on the boardwalk, going back to the dayshift the next day which they complained about loudly, insisting I switch my schedule so they could see me.

That night as I started my shift I was immediately bothered by Surf Nazis, a few of the assholes noticing me in the shop alone. I had kicked them out and the security escorted them off the boardwalk (which I knew wouldn’t last long). The boys didn’t show up at 8 like they normally did and I was a bit disappointed but I knew they would find something shiny and new to love eventually, guys like that always do.

Around 10 o’clock the assholes were back, 3 of them now walking around the shop and getting too comfortable.

‘Don’t touch me!’ I snapped as I cleaned my station, deciding to close early tonight and just take the loss if it got them away from me, their hands pinching me now and then before the one with the giant Mohawk pulled me to his chest and pinned me to the counter. ‘Let Me Go!’ I growled, punching at him as hard as I could but not making him budge.

‘Come on sweetheart, just spend the night with us, I promise you’ll have the time of your life.’ He teased just before I brought my knee up and hit him straight in the crotch, a high pitched noise escaping him before he collapsed.

‘Get the fuck out!’ His 2 friends helped him up before practically carrying him out and I pulled the gates at the front shut, locking them and making my way down the boardwalk. Unlike the last 5 nights, I was uneasy and scared again, hating the long walk in the darkness which is what made me hesitate as I got to the parking lot before trying to quickly get to the next street and away from the rowdy people. I wasn’t even halfway through the parking lot when I was grabbed, tight hands clamped around my waist and mouth as I was hauled down the beach no matter how hard I kicked before being dropped by a bonfire.

‘Hi there.’ The asshole from earlier greeted and I rolled my eyes.

‘Get the fuck away from me!’ I snapped, trying to get up only to be shoved back down onto my ass, realizing there were 4 of them now all looking down at me like it was the funniest joke ever told.

‘Oh, come on! We’re gonna have a great time, you just need to relax.’ There were suddenly hands on me from behind pulling at my jacket and I tried to pull my arms back, kicking my legs out and hitting the one in front of me in the stomach before two of them pinned me on my back on the sand.

‘You’re gonna pay for that, bitch.’ He snarled and just as he knelt down over me there was a loud shrieking sound from behind him and they all turned towards their friend that had screamed. I couldn’t sit up to see from where I was but as both men holding me suddenly let me go I knew whatever it was, it wasn’t good. As more screams rang out I rolled over, crawling along the sand and keeping my head down before seeing boots below my face that I recognized instantly.

‘David?’ I questioned, looking up and stiffening as I saw blood covering his mouth and jaw but strangely, I didn’t feel any real fear like I had moments ago.

‘Are you alright Kitten? The one night we’re late.’ He teased, leaning down and lifting me up to my feet. I turned around as the screaming suddenly cut off and saw all 4 Surf Nazi’s dead and covered in blood. I had to swallow to keep from getting sick as I saw several limbs no longer attached to their original bodies, Paul and Dwayne covered in blood much the same as David while Marko held one of the assholes in his grip with his…fangs…in the man’s neck.

‘Holy shit…’ They all looked at me now, their faces distorted but they didn’t look angry like I would expect, more concerned as they all looked at me, Marko dropping the now dead body.

‘Relax Kitten, it’s alright. You’re safe now.’ David told me and I took a deep breath, not feeling scared in the least.

‘Vampires…makes sense…only coming out at night. The mirror thing…that’s why you heal so fast! Totally unfair!’ I whined, realizing why their tattoos healed so quickly as they stepped closer to me, Dwayne having cleaned off his face as best he could before looking me over quickly.

‘Are you hurt? We got here as quickly as we could, we-‘

‘I’m fine! It’s alright…thank you for saving me…I’m going to have to switch to working nights after all, aren’t I?’ I joked making David snort beside me while he lit a cigarette.

‘Or you could quit and just tattoo us exclusively.’ Paul proposed. ‘For the rest of eternity.’

‘W-wait, you mean-‘

‘You think we show just anyone what we really are?’ Marko wondered.

‘You were meant to be one of us Princess-knew you were ours since the moment you sliced your finger and we smelled your blood, no changing that.’ The pothead laughed making me roll my eyes before feeling David’s arm around my waist, covering my neck in blood as he nuzzled me which was a uniquely gross feeling.

‘He’s right Kitten. You ain’t gettin away from us, might as well accept it…you, our little mate, were born to be a vampire.’

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Lost Boys x Tattoo Artist Moodboard

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More Incorrect Quotes

*Paul laying face down on the floor*

Dwayne: so Y/N said they liked you?

Paul: mhmm

Dwayne:  and you asked them to Marry you ?

Paul: mhmmmm

*meanwhile*

Y/N holding a half drank bottle of champagne and a cigarette: Marco babe, Paul and I are getting married 

Marco rolling his eyes: ugh not again 

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Y/N: Why are you following me? 

Paul: Cause we’re dating now 

Y/N: OK, but why is Marco here? 

Marco: We’re a package deal 

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*Marco accidentally setting fire to Y/Ns book collection*

Dwayne: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or alewife our way out of this one 

David, cracking his knuckles: Manslaughter it is then 

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Y/N: Hi I’m Y/N and this is Paul and we will be drawing your blood today 

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David: A blood bank? Are you two deranged? 

Paul: what? We like to spice it up a little

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Paul: Hey Y/N, wanna play 20 questions? 

Y/N: sure, what’s your favourite colour?

Paul: eight, wanna fuck? 

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Dwayne: The path to inner peace starts with four words

Paul: banging Y/N all night

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Marco: I dare you-

Y/N: nope, Paul isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore

Marco: why not? 

*Y/N pointing to Micheal rocking back and forth in the corner*

Paul: its not my fault some people don’t like being water bordered 

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Y/N: We’ve found the person who stole your identity and was impersonating you.

Paul: Where were they?

Y/N: Eating cheetos and crying in their car.

Paul, impressed: Damn, they really went for it.

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

follow up blurb

Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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Paul headcanons. Like Dwayne’s- cinnamon Fluff and extra fluff

Paul As Your Boyfriend HCs

A relationship with Paul is never boring and always spontaneous. He’s the life of the party and knows how to add fun in the relationship.

Your relationship is constantly full of laughter, he knows how to make you smile and remembers all your favorite jokes. He’s a jokester. 

The boyfriend that doesn’t mind going with you to the store at three in the morning. Given, he’s a vampire but the sentiment is still there. 

Paul’s love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. Paul would be a very touchy boyfriend, holding you in some way because he just can’t help himself. Despite Paul being the ‘ladies man’ of the group, once he’s in a serious relationship he is not afraid to tell you he loves you. 

His favorite petnames for you include; sugar, babe, baby. However, sugar is the petname he automatically goes to when he addresses you.

Do not ask him why he calls you sugar. Unlike Dwayne who has a romantic reason, Paul would just tell you a dirty reason. 

He is very affectionate as much as he is touchy. He’s not afraid to smother you in kisses and wrap an arm around you in private and in public. He’s got a smoking hot babe so why shouldn’t show you off. 

 He is full of dirty jokes. It's honestly ridiculous.  When he’s feeling like it, even telling him ‘hey,’ he’s already got something slipping from that loose tongue of his and it’s not a hello. 

If you’re dating Paul, Marko would be your automatic best friend. It’s almost like they’re a package deal. Paul spends a lot of time with Marko and oftentimes, you hang out with the both of them when you’re with the group. 

However, there are just as equal times you get to spend time with Paul alone and go on dates. Those dates are always fun and you never do the same thing twice. Unless, you want to. 

Dates with Paul include going to concerts, Paul absolutely loves them and he loves you so why not combine his two favorite things.

When you start staying at the cave, Paul and you would spend a lot of time in your nest listening to music on his radio. This is during the time when you both don’t feel like going out, or you make him stay inside. 

Paul is protective of his hair and the way he styles it. However, once your relationship reaches a deeper level, he will let you do his hair on occasion. 

He likes the way your fingers feel running through his hair as you style it. 

He also would love styling your own hair. Since he always does his, granted it’s mainly hairspray.  He still has some knowledge in how to make hair look spectacular. 

He also gives you some of his bracelets. It’s kinda his way of claiming you. 

Whenever you’re upset, Paul is perfect for when you need a distraction. Whether it would be him telling you jokes, listening to music with him, or going for a ride.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Paul would eat melatonin and have vidid nightmares