{Reid x OC} When the BAU needed a new member to assist their team, SSA Giselle Hernandez was a no brainer. With her 170 IQ, Yale education, multilingualism, and extensive training and experience in the Human Trafficking Force, she would make a great addition to the team. Although being a little cold and closed off at times, the team took well to her- ESPECIALLY Dr. Spencer Reid. However, breaking her down to a human level would prove to be much more difficult than expected.

"I've tasted blood and it is sweet." Sevyn, a modern day pickpocket, finds her world turned upside down when a job gone wrong sends her tumbling into the 80s vampire movie, The Lost Boys. Suddenly, she's facing down the infamous vampire gang of Santa Carla. To survive, she'll have to rely on her quick wit and an uncanny ability, but Sevyn has a bigger goal in mind: saving the vampires from their grim fate in the film's finale. Can she convince these bloodthirsty bikers to trust her and defy their own story? Content Warning: canon typical violence, strong language, drug use, underage drinking, smut. Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys or anything you recognize, only my OC Sevyn. #1 in #thelostboys 2/25 #1 in #1987 4/25 #1 in #santacarla 6/25 #1 in #polyamory 9/25

It was impossible to believe that Sheldon had a girlfriend and the rest of them were hopelessly single, but the genius's didnt know it all. 📚 "You dont have to be a know it all Sheldon." 📖 most characters belong to TTB any mature content is between consenting fictional characters.

Her Wolves, Their Witch: Morissa had finally been adopted by Cora and Charlie Swan. She was finally happy. Then her Dad tells her that his biological daughter is moving to Forks. At first, she's excited for an older sister. But then she meets her. And it quickly fades. At least she has her best friends Quill, Jacob, and Embry. Even though she's developing a crush on two of them. Is it normal to want two guys? Or for one of them to have a crush on you and your older sister? Or to have weird dreams that come true? Or headaches that cause fires around the Cullens? And what is their deal anyway? Why do they glare at her?

Fire Lord Zuko needed a wife, fast. You were the most tolerable of the bunch, so why not? He just didn't know what he was setting himself up for... Fire Lord Zuko x [Reader] **There is one chapter that is a lemon, totally skippable though**

"𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑰 𝑨𝑴." {𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑦} {𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡:𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒 － 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡:𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 2} {𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑥 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑒} {𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑}

Rajesh Koothrappali is doing what he does best in the Caltech hallway: standing slightly behind his friends, nodding earnestly, clutching a coffee he doesn't need, and silently overfeeling everything. Sheldon is lecturing Leonard and Howard-loudly, confidently, incorrectly about social cues-when Kimberly-Renee walks by. She doesn't stop. She doesn't make a scene. She just glances at Raj. A half-smile. A soft, knowing look. Her fingers brush the strap of her bag as she passes, and she says-quiet enough to be plausible deniability, loud enough to be devastating- "Cute shirt." That's it. She keeps walking. To everyone else, it's nothing. To Raj, it's a cosmic event. His brain detonates into fireworks: She noticed me. She spoke to me. She didn't recoil. Was that flirting? That was flirting. Oh my God, I'm in love. What if she's the one? What if we have dogs? Too soon. Not too soon. Never too soon. Outwardly, Raj freezes. His mouth opens. Nothing comes out. The coffee cup trembles in his hand like it, too, understands the magnitude of the moment. Howard notices first. "Oh my God. Did you see that? She totally flirted with you." Leonard squints. "I think she just said 'cute shirt.'" Sheldon, without looking up: "That was not flirting. Flirting requires intent, escalation, and-why is Raj turning that color?" Raj tries to speak. He can't. His eyes are glassy. His breathing is shallow. His soul has left his body and is already planning a second date. Howard grins, delighted. "Buddy, you just got hit on." Raj finally manages a sound-something between a squeak and a whimper-and points helplessly down the hallway where Kimberly-Renee disappeared. Inside, he's already writing poetry about her voice. Outside, he's mute. Selective mutism strikes again. Unselective love never fails. And somewhere down the hall, Kimberly-Renee smiles to herself-just slightly-because she knows exactly what she did.

Mallory Emerson was a soft spoken person. Younger twin to her hot tempered brother, Michael Emerson, she's long been the calm to his storm. Divorce is messy, and Mallory finds herself helping her mother load up the car along with her brothers to head to Santa Carla. Indeed they must go there, her "knowing" says they must for her mothers sake. But shadows hang over Santa Carla, and Mallory doesn't know if her family will survive the storm that's brewing in one piece. Will she continue to be the calm to her brother's storm? Or will these mysterious bikers manage to convince her to let loose and live for herself? "Threads of blue will meet threads of gold, A life on the end begins the journey, Follow the star, and do not hesitate, Threads of blue may join the threads of gold, Or threads of blue may cut golden threads short, Follow the blood, and choose an eternal moon. Follow morals, and choose the predictable. Fear not the Lost Boys, and you'll be safe. Fear not Peter Pan, and the ice may be thin, The Neverland calls. Youth answers. What will your choice be?"

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙎𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝... 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. ◇◇◇◇ Everyone knows about the disappearances in Santa Carla. But somehow, that doesn't deter tourists from making their way to the boardwalk. But you were no tourist. You knew where, and who to avoid. Too bad you didn't know not to help the new kids across the street. ◇◇◇◇ 𝙎𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. ◇◇◇◇ TW: blood, murder, death, hypnosis, smoking, alcohol consumption, probably more that I can't think of right now Reader discretion is advised ◇◇◇◇ 𝙋𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙪𝙥, '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙄 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜? 《》《》《》《》 After watching your father get mutilated during a home invasion, you stopped talking to people. Sadly for you, the two boys the universe chose to be your missing pieces aren't willing to just leave you alone. 《》《》《》《》 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎! 《》《》《》《》 TW: gore, blood, murder, death, disturbing imagery, bodily horror, smutty themes, probably more that I can't think of right now. Reader discretion is advised. 《》《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍? 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢... 𝚄𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗.