#let me know if you want a quick drabble about Alex finding them
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nightmares
summary: when grayson has a nightmare and wakes up to the mc gone, he turns to alex.
pairing: gralex x mc
word count: 454
based on the request: gray having a very realistic dream about mc going missing again, woke up to alex beside him but no mc so he panics a little which woke up/alerts alex so they start to comfort him/reassure him mc is fine (mc is actually just in the bathroom or just haven't gone home and still outside or something). idk i just want to know more about gray x alex and what their dynamics are like once in poly
**unedited//this isn't super long or in-depth, more so a peak behind the curtain**
request a drabble here!
grayson startles awake, his stomach in knots and his heart in his throat. the images flash through his mind, the sinking feeling in his chest is still fresh and he has to remind himself that it was just a dream. the mc is fine, they're here, they're safe. he and alex will always keep them safe.
he reaches for them in their usual position in the center of the bed but he inhales sharply when his hands only find fistfuls of cotton sheets. he sits up abruptly, eyes widening as panic sets in. glancing around the dark bedroom, nothing else seems to be out of place and so he turns to the sleeping form on the other side of the bed.
shaking alex awake, he receives a grunt in response. but he doesn't let that deter him.
finally alex rolls over in a huff, glaring up at him with tired eyes. "what?"
"where's mc?" he says quickly, the words tumbling out of his mouth in rush.
they rolls their eyes at him but their annoyed expressions softens into something sympathetic. "they couldn't sleep," they mumble. "i think they're in the kitchen."
grayson takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm down and alex places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "everything's okay," they tell him and he nods along, trying to convince himself that that's true. it's easier to cope, at least, with alex by his side. having someone who understands what it's like to lose them is nice. "just try to go back to sleep."
he glances up at them and shakes his head slightly. not without the mc or the nightmares will come back.
alex heaves a sigh, seemingly understanding why without him saying so. "well... until they come back, you're stuck with me, donohue," they say. "i can either cuddle your or smother you; what's it gonna be?"
gray narrows his eyes at the doctor, suddenly reminded of all the reasons they never got along in school. as much as he loves them, they still find ways to tease and poke fun at him.
with a sigh of his own, he gestures towards them as he sinks back down on the bed. alex grins at him and scoots in close, throwing their arms around as the two of them now take up the space in the middle of the bed.
no more words are spoken between them and alex is quick fall back to sleep, but with the warmth of their body pressed up against him and their soft breathing filling the air, it's all too easy to let himself follow suit.
and by the time mc crawls back into bed, grayson has been lulled into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
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Aight bud what about this one?
6. Character A helped Character B into a sitting position. The sirens were getting louder and soon this nightmare would be over.
Thanks so much for the ask...I went back and forth so many times about which characters A and B should be, but ultimately I kept going back to that BTS pick of Lena stuck in the rubble and this just felt right. Let me know if anyone wants a drabble about from Alex's POV about her finding them.
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For Now the Universe Relents (supercorp)
There was no sense to any of it, not the ringing in her ears, not the smell of sulfur and burnt carbon, not the gravel that digs into her palms as she tries and fails to right her view of the world. She turns her head, cheek dragging across the ground until her forehead rests against the broken concrete. She tries to breathe in and out through her mouth, tries to get her lungs to expand against the weight of the gravity that is holding her in place with more force than it should have. She bites her lip, exhaling through her nose as she tries to remember what she was doing before half of the block apparently exploded around her. Somewhere in her rattled brain, equations fire back and forth over malfunctioning neurons. Numbers and logic, forcing their way past fear and shock to tell her body that all the things it was feeling were not fallacies of physics but merely an accurate response to adrenaline and pain. The air shifts a fraction around her, lessening the pressure in her ears, and for just a second, the ringing stops, a siren somewhere far off taking its place.
Lena makes herself try to move again, grabs at nothing but a handful of dust as she tries to push up from the ground. And fuck, it hurt, and all that logic in her head is screaming at her to just stay down, to just close her eyes and ignore everything that was happening, but there was an unshakeable sense that if she failed to do anything, the world might not be there when she opened them again. So she pushes against the ground until she can find something solid to hold onto, until at least she is on her back instead of with her face pressed into the cold ground, and then the pain takes on a new, more personal shape as she lays there, the stars and the city lights flickering with life in the smoke-filled sky above her as she struggles just to keep breathing — it feels like she is always struggling to keep breathing.
But there is still no sense to any of it.
Like her brain won't let it be real.
Not until she feels a subtle pull against the hem of her shirt, not until she feels the ghost of fingers against the palm of her hand, her arm, tracing their way across the burning fire in her chest until they settle just above her heart.
And if the pull of gravity had felt too much before, it feels impossible then. Heavy with the heat of explosions and blinding light. Heavy with the pressure of hands pulling her back and the weight of a cape wrapped around her shoulders as she took one last look into her brother's eyes before the world erupted between them.
"Lena?" the voice comes from close up, and very far away, somehow, and it takes time for Lena to even realize it's Kara's voice. Too fast, too jittery, too distant all at once to make out. The hand that pulls at her shirt begins to shake a little and lose its grip. "Lena, please-" her voice stammers and stumbles over itself.
Lena turns her head, and at first, she can't see anything. Just a sort of a fuzzy blur, like she is was looking through a filter at the world. But when she finally managed to focus, there is no doubt it was her, face framed in the smoke and swirling remnants of firelight. "Kara."
The hand on her shirt tightens again, "Lena," Kara says again, still uncertain. Lena reaches up and rubs her thumb over the back of Kara's hand, making slow, gentle circles, trying to let them both know they are there together.
Kara smiles at her, and really it is only the dimmest suggestion of a smile, but it is enough. It is enough to carry her forward, back to a world that no longer feels like a nightmare but is also still a vivid, painful reality.
"Are you okay?"
"I...I don't..." She tries to find the words, but the words aren't there. The pressure in her chest was gone, the blazing heat seared into nothingness now, but she was still cold, still dizzy, could feel where the blood-soaked into her shirt and the skin split open at her eyebrow. She swallows hard and tries again. "I-I think so...Ar-are you?"
"Yeah," Kara says, and Lena could hear her trying to sit up, her mind drifting quickly again in a whirlwind of shock, panic, and disbelief when she can't feel Kara's hand anymore. But then she's there, leaning forward and looking down at her, eyes flickering with determination and something else that shouldn't have felt so hard to place. "You're going to be alright," "Just hold on, okay?"
"You don't look so good."
"I'm fine, " Kara answers, trying to hide her shaky words and the way she's holding her right hand tight at her chest.
She feels Kara's hand slip underneath her shoulders, and Lena turns her head into her chest, the smell of ash and sweat and tinny iron clinging to both of them.
"I've got you." Another hand grips under her thighs, and Kara's voice strains through the effort, "Just need to sit you up."
Lena tries to nod her head, but the world was spinning again, and the sirens keep getting louder making it hard to think.
"Hold on." Kara manages to lift them just enough, turning them both until she is sitting against the wall, and Lena is between her legs, leaning with her back against her chest.
"I've got you," she says again, trying to find her breath.
Lena lets the words fill her head, allows them to push out the darkness that is trying to seep in again, "I know."
And when she feels Kara's arms wrap around her, when she feels the gentle press of lips against her temple as the sound of sirens inches closer, the pull of gravity feels heavy in a whole different way.
"It's over now, right?" and the words alone carry so much.
But Kara lets out a shaky breath, pulling Lena in closer still, "It's over."
And Lena knows how much unknown there is in the subtle pause she takes, in the shake of hands that grip just a little tighter as if expecting the universe to try and prove her wrong.
But for now, at least, the universe relents.
#supergirl#supercorp#happy supercorp sunday#ask away friends#sg prompts#angst with a hopeful ending#always#let me know if you want a quick drabble about Alex finding them#had fun with this one#hope you like it
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Do you have any cabeson fic recommendations? I’ve tried to read some ao3 but they feel out of character to me regarding Olivia and that’s not my thing.
i got you babes!
these are some of my favorites/most memorable ones that i've read, but if you want any specific recs (with any specific tropes/storylines/genre etc), lmk and i'll see if i can find some. also i tried not to include too many explicit ones since i don't know if that's something that you enjoy reading but if you want more explicit recs lmk cause i have plenty of those as well
Stay by elphiemolizbethbau - gotta plug my all time favorite cabenson fic. it's long but it's worth it. however, major trigger warning for mentions of past sa so please be aware before reading
Spark series by chilly_flame - probably my second favorite cabenson fic (or fics?? there are three of them, a triple threat if you will). alex comes back from witsec and tries to rekindle her relationship with olivia
Thin Frames by DAxilla - alex and olivia are working a case together. wonderful longfic, actually all fics by this author are great so i'd recommend to check all of them out
Maroon by Troodon - umm this one actually kind of ruined me. olivia is mourning alex's "death"
Cookie Jar by bumblebear30 - this was one of the first cabenson fics i've read. it's so silly and i love it so much (casey makes an appearance in this one so that's that)
Charades by VivalaB - s11ish alex and olivia go undercover as a lesbian couple. need i say more
Déjà vu by VivalaB - a killer is after alex and olivia is trying to protect her
Collisions At the Crossroads by Katherine Quinn - now this one's a little uhh wild but if you (like myself) are a sucker for the 'character a gets hurt, character b goes feral' trope then you might like it. olivia and elliot (but we don't care about him ESPECIALLY in this particular fic) get into a car accident and it just goes crazier from there. unfortunately, the last couple of chapters weren't posted on ff.net but you can find them on livejournal here
Drunk by Katherine Quinn - same author, this one's unfortunately not finished. olivia is trying to cope with what happened in undercover (so major trigger warnings for that)
Are you? by SilkpoetV - another fic about alex coming back from witsec <3
Indulgence by RaeDMagdon - rated E, olivia forgets her jacket in alex's office and alex uhhh puts it to good use
Above All Else by lancer365 - noah gets kidnapped. the ending of this one is *chef's kiss*
Ghost: An Addendum by lancer365 - set in ghost, alex and olivia reflect on what happened at the end of loss + some flashbacks to alex in witsec
Her Greatest Fear by CatchMeInADream - quick little post-loss one-shot
The Sound of Her Voice by Ana Morada - olivia gets a voicemail from alex
Four Seasons by capa-06 - a collection of four drabbles about alex and olivia running together over the course of a year i love it so much
Into Darkness by Gil Shalos1 - another post-loss fic, one of those ‘5 things that [blank] to [insert character here]
The Conversation You Didn't Hear by MarineWife - a missing scene from ghost
All That's Left You by subtextgirl - another post-witsec longfic where alex and olivia have to work on a case together
Me Quedo by deviltown - another post-witsec fic with a twist
Of Promises and Comfort by aolurker - another missing scene from ghost
and here are some more that i can’t summarize:
Different by bluebriefs
Sick Day by RaeDMagdon
Old Friends by subtextgirl
Alfresco by VivalaB
Part of You by MarineWife
Invictus by vapori
One more and Deleted Scenes by Phoenix Stone
The Fluorescent Glare by NeoTroi79
However, Not by SilkpoetV
Loss AU Verse and Dress by CabotFan42
Let Me In by WistfulGhostWriter
I'll Show You Every Version of Yourself Tonight by youhaveamerryheart explicit version here
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Never Enough (Spencer Reid Drabble)
Summary: Ever wondered what Garcia wrote on that sticky note in the series finale? Read here to find out. When Reader, the new technical analyst, feels out of place at a party, Penelope’s sticky note and Reid’s kind words do just the trick.
A/N: This is a comfort piece for me, someone very introverted who never seems to do well in social gatherings. So this is dedicated to anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong.
You are loved.
Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Category: Fluff, Drabble
Content Warning: Fear of exclusion, loneliness
Word Count: 2.4k
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
All my life, all I’d ever wanted was to be a social butterfly. Their lives seemed so easy. People would naturally flock to them, what with their charisma, their confidence, their natural gift of being conversational.
I envied them for the sole reason that I was nothing like them, not in the slightest.
It wasn’t easy for me to keep a conversation going, even if I was trying my very hardest, which was often the case. I could never seem to commandeer the room in the way that someone extroverted could, and it was especially hard sometimes to feel a part of everyone.
It would be too easy to say I was invisible. Instead, I felt painfully visible, and entirely ignored.
Everyone could see my shyness peeking through, everyone could see how alienated I’d become, everyone could see my despondence, and yet no one bothered to change it.
No one cared.
My excruciating awkwardness had reached an all-time high at Krystall’s birthday party.
Agent Rossi was so keen on inviting me, and I was honored to go since it’d be my first bonding experience with the team outside of work. I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to grow closer to them, otherwise, I’d run the risk of isolating myself even more. As if being brought in as the BAU’s new technical analyst to replace Penelope Garcia wasn’t enough of a reason for them to doubt, despise, and disrespect me, I was the introvert who had a hard time making friends - unlike my predecessor, who’ve I heard could make friends like nobody’s business. I knew I could never fill her shoes, much less fill the glaring void she created when she left, but still, I maintained my bright-eyes in hopes that I’d be enough for them, anyway. I was all too eager to get to know everyone as more than just my coworkers, with one exception.
Dr. Reid maintained an arm’s length distance from me at all times, and at first, I understood. I even empathized with him.
Besides SSA Morgan and SSA Hotchner, the only other person that he’d work the longest with was Penelope, and now she was gone, too, but the longer his rejection of me lasted, the more I was curious what he truly had against me, and the more I was less interested in changing that. Why would I work tirelessly at mending this broken friendship, if he wasn’t willing to meet me halfway?
I was more shocked that he, of all people, would be the most displeased with my arrival. When Agent Rossi replaced Agent Gideon, from what I heard, the transition wasn’t as rocky as mine. Dr. Reid was overjoyed to be working with him and to discuss all his books. When Jordan Todd, and eventually Ashley Seaver, took Agent Jareau’s place momentarily, he was happy to be working with them. When Alex Blake and Kate Callahan came in after Emily Prentiss, he welcomed them with open arms. So what was it about me that was so abhorrent to him?
I never outright asked, mainly because I feared confrontation and I also had no way of knowing if my curiosity would make the situation worse or better. But I should’ve. I should’ve marched right up to him and asked, “What’s your problem?”
Somehow, though, I finally got up the courage to do so tonight.
I watched as the team laughed at one of Rossi’s anecdotes, meanwhile, the inside jokes flew over my head, hindering that bonding experience I was so sure I’d get by coming here. So I stepped inside the house, wandering into a spare room, knowing I wouldn’t be missed.
I thought I’d only be there for a moment to get some “fresh air” even though I’d actually migrated from the outside to the inside, where there’d arguably be less fresh air, but that’d be my excuse if anyone came in. But I was forced to stay longer in the office when it finally happened.
I finally reached my breaking point.
It was building up all night. It started when I first stepped into the house. My confidence faltered almost immediately when I accidentally stepped on Rossi’s Italian leather dress shoe as I went to greet him. He told me not to worry, but of course, I did just the opposite. It was a minor bump in the road, something so minute, but still, it weighed on me thinking about how embarrassing it was that I dirtied something of his that everyone recognized as valuable.
My shame didn’t stop there. As I was talking with Krystall, there were many periods of awkward silence that I couldn’t manage to fill with words, so we each sipped at our wine until one of us would try to pick up the conversation. What’s worse was that we each knew the silence was suffocating, and I could tell we were both thinking of things to say to keep the conversation going, and yet, nothing worth saying came to mind.
And worst of all was when Penelope Garcia finally arrived at the party. Don’t misunderstand me - it wasn’t the worst part of all because she was bad - no, she was lovely. She gave me a welcome present - a Beanie Baby to put on my desk, evocative of her own style of decor, and I loved her for it, which made me hate her all the more.
Rossi’s house livened up when she came. Everyone flocked to greet her, laughter erupted and ricocheted off Rossi’s high ceilings. They were positively elated by her presence, truly happy. Which was the first time I’d ever seen them that way because frankly, they were never that happy with me.
It was a painful reminder that I could never bring what she brought to the team, and I could never be as good as her. And the general consensus I reached, sitting in Rossi’s office all alone with my glass of wine, was the same one I’d known for years now - I’m not enough.
And I will never be enough.
I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear cascaded down my cheek, dripping right under my nose, forcing me to audibly sniffle it away. Using the sleeve of my cardigan, I desperately tried to wipe away the tears faster than they were spilling out, but it just wasn’t possible. In fact, the coarse fabric of my cardigan rubbing against my cheeks only made them redder, making the fact that I was unwell that much more obvious.
The sound of the doorknob turning sent me into overdrive, automatically engaging me into turning around and facing the wall so that whoever was coming in wouldn’t find me in the state that I was in. I sniffled a great big sniffle and fanned my face to dry it of any moisture that my silent sobs could’ve left.
“Sorry, Rossi, I was just getting some fresh air and I thought I’d check out your book collectio-”
When I turned around, Rossi wasn’t standing there as I’d assumed.
In fact, the person standing there was the last person I thought it’d be.
“Dr. Reid?”
He was lingering in the doorway, studying my face, to which I instantly preventing from continuing on any further by cowering my head and looking away.
“What are you doing here?” My voice had taken a tone of anger that I didn’t anticipate to be there originally.
“Are you okay?”
To my surprise, his question seemed sincere, but I couldn’t truly believe it was.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just allergies from being outside for so long. The pollen and stuff, you know?” I rambled nervously.
“Oh, really? Are you allergic to the grass?” He asked in a joking manner, knowing I was lying but still asking so that he’d have the satisfaction of getting to see me try and work my way out of the situation.
“Yes, I am actually. The most common outdoor allergy triggers are trees, grass, weed pollen, mold spores, dust mites, cockroaches, and cat, dog, and rodent dander. Don’t you know this? After all, you’re the one with the IQ of 187 here, not me.” I tried to joke to lighten up the room’s heaviness, but clearly, it didn’t work.
By this time, I’d already turned back to face the wall, so Reid surely couldn’t see me, but I heard the door click shut behind me, and a wave of anxiety permeated my soul.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?”
I scoffed at his question, almost hitting him back with an “As if you care.” But I decided against it in an effort to preserve what little repose we had left between us.
“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He sounded like he was begging - like he was practically willing to go on his hands and knees to get me to answer, but all I could focus on was the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over my neck.
Goosebumps rose on my skins once he put his warm hand on my cold shoulder, which was bare from the absence of my cardigan and where it had slipped down to my elbow.
I flinched at the sensation, causing him to recoil.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He quickly apologized, regret filling his eyes. “Um, you look nice by the way. I like the way you did your hair. A-and your dress. It looks nice.”
Not even giving a chance to respond to his compliment, I asked again, “Why are you here?” Pressing him to get the point faster before I had a chance to react at another one of his physical advances.
“I saw you leave the backyard and I thought I should check on you.”
“Well, you’ve checked on me, so you can go back now.” I didn’t miss a beat when responding, fooling him into thinking that I didn’t catch his words and their intentions.
“I just want to talk.” He replied, finally answering my question from before.
“Okay. Let’s talk.”
He took a seat on a chaise lounge sofa while I stayed standing by the bookcase in preparation for a quick escape if need be.
“I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. That wasn’t fair of me.”
Although I hadn’t expected him to apologize, I wasn’t going to be misled and naively accept his apology with no reservations.
“Why did you do it? And for so long?”
“I was angry. I didn’t want another person in my life that I cared about to walk away, so I thought maybe if I made you feel unwelcome, you wouldn’t want to stay. And she’d come back.”
It hurt to say, but at least I knew he was being honest.
“I accept your apology, but it’s not okay.”
“I know that.”
“Okay, are we good now? We’ve talked, so,” My hand gestured toward the door, suggesting he should leave, but he didn’t comply.
“I’m not leaving.”
“And why not?” The wine glass in my hand nearly shattered at the way my hand wrapped around it since its presence hindered me from being able to actually clench my fists.
“I didn’t come here to apologize, even though I should’ve sooner. But I came here because I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Like you care.” I chuckled mirthlessly.
“I do care.”
I gave in, not wanting to fight him any longer, otherwise, I might cry some more from the altercation.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” He shook his head. “I know you’re not fine. What’s really wrong, Y/N?”
I looked away immediately from his gaze, trying to hide the sheen that was inevitably coating my eyes from the presence of tears, but he would’ve known I was crying the minute I used the cuff of my cardigan to wipe under my nose again.
“I just . . . I feel so unconnected,” I whispered, the pain of my words stealing my volume. “I don’t fit in. And I’ve never fit in before, but I actually thought this might be my chance.”
“It still is. Just come back outside.”
“You don’t get it!”
“What don’t I get?”
“I just needed to take a moment to compose myself so I wouldn’t ruin the energy of the room. And I’d really like to do that alone, okay?”
“I know you don’t want me to go.”
“What?”
“You’re testing me to see if I’ll stay.”
“No, I’m not.”
“So you’re saying that if I left right now, you wouldn’t regret letting me walk away?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“I know you’re lying to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are. I know what it looks like when you lie. Wanna know how I know?”
I entertained his question out of pure frustration “How?”
“Because I pay attention to you. I see your mannerisms. I notice everything. Do you think I haven’t picked up on how you crack your knuckles when you’re nervous? Or how your stutter goes away when you talk about technology? Or how your fists clench, like how you’re doing right now?”
My eyes flickered to my fist that was wrapped so tightly around the glass, my knuckles were white. Out of shame, I loosened my grip.
“I pay attention because I care. And I’m sorry that I made you ever believe that I didn’t. What you do, and say, and think - it’s important. So no, I’m not leaving. I’m staying right here to give you the attention you deserve.” He sighed with a breath of relief. “I care more about you than whatever’s happening out there.”
And slowly, then all at once, that barrier between us broke down.
“I care about you. We all do. And when you’re ready, we can walk back out there together so that you can see for yourself just how much we care.”
. . . That night, I made nine more friends.
And the day we came back to work, with my Beanie Baby in hand, I rearranged my desk.
A folded up sticky note fell out from between two tables. I picked it up, recognizing the handwriting instantly.
Penelope Garcia.
Even when the laughter always seems to come from the other room and the world seems busy as it carries on without you, may you know this to be true. No matter who or what made you feel invisible, unworthy, unloved, or unseen, in this ever-moving world, there is still a place for you. And you are exactly in the place where you are meant to be.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
quote by morgan harper nichols
#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x reader#fluff#drabble#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid one shot#you are loved#loneliness#love#morgan harper nichols#imagining in the margins#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#quotes
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Random Drabble Day (2/23)
Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅
That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.
Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡
Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms
Relationship: Juke 💜
in the great scheme of life and ghosts
No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.
For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked.
And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes.
Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.
So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.
Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-
She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding.
In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there.
Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.
Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.
It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination.
It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.
Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."
She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.
Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection.
"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up.
As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket.
Almost.
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After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.
Step into my world,
Bittersweet love story about a girl
Shook me to the core
Voice like an angel,
I've never heard before,
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You and me together, it's more than chemistry
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Love me as I am
I hold your music
Here inside my hands
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You are my brightest burning star
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We create Perfect Harmony.
And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?
From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.
After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.
Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground.
Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.
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The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.
She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.
"I think you make me a better writer."
"I think we make each other better."
Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her.
Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.
Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant.
He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter.
She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.
She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.
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End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)
Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao
#RDD#23 by 23 challenge#fanfic#mine#jatp#jatp fic#julie and the phantoms#julie molina#luke patterson#juke#jukebox#julie x luke#fic recs
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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)
wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).
Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?
If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)
Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke
I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.
Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-
“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.
“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”
(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)
She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”
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5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke
Inspired by paper - LANY
This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.
“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”
His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”
He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.
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Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke
I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.
It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!
“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”
“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”
His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”
Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.
Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.
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Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie
No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.
“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”
His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”
Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”
“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”
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Dear Julie, Love Mom series
I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.
Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)
Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.
The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.
Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.
“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”
Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.
They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.
Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.
“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.
Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”
He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.
“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”
“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”
“That’s different.”
“Yeah? Different how?”
This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.
Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!
#gotta tag this so that it doesnt ever show up in any tags on tumblr.#i like that what got me to post about my writing was a fanworks appreciation week. but i will say that a couple weeks ago when i was feeling#extra good about my writing. i made a promise to myself to post smthg for the 6 mth mark of jatp and that kinda got backtracked because of#my requirements to be an adult and my general insecurities about putting out content that is mine for the works to judge sjsjsj#so this is me making it up to myself by sharing some things.#thank you rosie for indulging me in my ramblings. you’ve really given me confidence in my work even tho you’ve never read anything of mine.#just know I APPRECIATE YOU A LOT!!!!#i hope you dont mind that i tagged you!!!#anyways this is gonna get thrown into my queue for wednesday and whenever it posts is whenever it will post.#i also typed this on my phone (i DO NOT RECOMMEND IT) so sorry if the formatting is janky. i didnt wanna give myself time to second guess#myself and end up not posting it. sjjs#jatp fanworks appreciation week#sometimes i write#personal#<- need to come up with tags for myself welp#sunset queue
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Here I am, another fan drabble for @themetaphorgirl and her AU Patron Saints of Lost Causes! This is where you can find all of the Information about this wonderful story!
I thought I could stop myself after Hypochondriac and Saved for a Rainy Day, but i had another cute idea and wanted to bring it to life. Thanks to Caitlin for letting me write this, and it may not be as perfect as her fantastic writing but I love it! Enjoy!
(I may have also gotten a bit carried away)
Penelope’s Plan
Word count: 2.3k
Rainy day crafts
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“My, Chocolate Thunder! I’ve never been in your room before! Let me guess, you’ve got a few football posters, and at least one sock on your bed right now?” Penelopeasked Derek, her left arm linked through his and her right arm tapping her chin inquisitively with a playful smile.
“Spencer Reid! You’re room!” Penelope exclaimed, dropping Derek’s arm and walking slowly to Spencer’s bookshelf, and looked around the barren walls and shelves of his side of the room. Derek went to stop her from speaking, knowing from the look on Spencer's face that he didn’t want anymore pity, especially one of the girls. Before Derek could stop her from the usual probing questions he got like ‘Where’s all of your things,’ or ‘You can’t even afford a proper blanket?’, she shushed Derek. “We need to decorate in here, stat! Tell me my dear boy genius, your favourite shows, books, colours, pets, everything!”
Once Penelope was satisfied with Spencer's answers, she flipped her new unicorn notebook shut and stuffed it into her small unicorn purse hanging by her side. “Alright kiddo, go back to reading your book. What do you even have enough time to read, anyways?” She asked curiously, the worn cover not providing her much insight.
Spencer picked to book back up, trying to find his previous page. “It’s War and Peace, I finally found it in its original Russian!” He smiled, proud of being able to find it in the library without Alex’s help.When Penelope nodded with a look of shock on her face, he presumed she had no interest if he started to explain it to her. So he turned his full attention back to the books, with the wonder of what she would be doing with this new found knowledge of him.
When Derek was done with his laundry, Penelope waved quickly to a zoned in Spencer and hastily pulled Derek out of the shared room, slamming the door behind her and continued to drag him to the library. Once sat down at a secluded corner, Penelope finally decided to answer Derek’s questions. “We need to make Spencer some crafts to decorate his side of the room. Now, throw me some ideas.” Penelope smiled, with her notebook out once more and her pen at the ready to start a brand new list. Derek raised a brow silently. Penelope groaned. “Come on. His room needs to be more Spencer! It looks like a hotel room on his side. It needs to be more like him if he’s going to be there all year!” She rambled her hands waving through the air as she talked.
“Alright, alright. Well, he likes books so maybe something to do with like, book pages? I don’t know. You should ask everyone else. And don’t give me that glare, baby girl! I’m just saying someone else may be a bit more insightful on how to help. My bet is on Alex.” Penelope’s glare dissolved, as she got the idea to go ask everyone in their little friend group. She stood from her chair, returned her notebook to her bag, and set off on her mission.
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She wandered for a bit, looking at all of their normal spots to find their friends. It was, afterall, a Sunday. Her first location, the amphitheater, was where she found Hotch and Emily with large textbooks open on their laps and stationary surrounding them. “Hello, my fine furry friends! I come seeking knowledge from all of my peers and hope you both can contribute!” The pair of juniors shared a nervous glance, before setting their textbooks aside for a moment.
“What’s up Pen?” Emily asked, and Penelope immediately smiled and retrieved her trusty notepad and sparkly pink pen.
She flipped the cover open while she spoke. “I need help finding ways to decorate Spencer's room. Poor thing doesn’t have a poster, decal, or even a picture that represents himself. So, and ideas?” She questioned, hopefully glancing between the two. They thought for a moment before sharing their answers.
“Well, you could make him one of those calendars with a new word a day or something.” Emily shrugged, thinking of the things Spencer likes.
“You can just ask him what he wants.” Aaron nodded, eyes drifting back to his books. Emily gave him a slight shove. “You know the kid, he doesn’t ask for anything. He would just deny that he needed anything.” She retorted, thinking back to the many times he had done that very thing.
Penelope nodded, and scribbled the viable suggestion next to Emily’s name, and added an ‘N/A’ to where Hotch’s name was listed. “Alright, off to the next friends! Thank you my favourite band of heroes!” Penelope thanked, and turned out of the amphitheater and back to the main campus.
“We need to get her drug tested.” Hotch announced to Emily.
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Out in the soccer field is where she went next, and Penelope found JJ running drills alone while Blake and Rossi sat on the bleachers, talking and occasionally glancing over to a determined looking JJ. When they saw Penelope approaching, they sat up straight. When she reached them, she sat in front of them on a cold seat. “JJ! Sorry to interrupt Jayje, but this is important!” Penelope yelled to her blonde friend who grabbed a battered pink water bottle from beside her duffle bag and made her way over to the bleachers huffing and puffing. Penelope looked over to James and David with a worried expression. “Two hours,” James clarified to an exasperated Penelope, “And she only took a break when we asked her to, which was around an hour ago.” He explained, and hushed as JJ reached them.
She crashed into the empty seat beside Penelope and took another long drink. “What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” She questioned, her breathing returning back to normal and an expression of concern overtook the exhaustion. Penelope laughed.
“Of course, Jayje. Well, mostly.” Penelope turned her attention to all of them as one and continued. “I only just saw the dorm room of Dere-Bear and our little genius, and the lack of any flair from Spencer’s side of the room made me a new type of sorrow. So! I’m going from friend to friend looking for ideas to make for his room to add a little flair of him to his room!” She explained, a big grin on her face.
“You could make him one of those folded book sculptures?” JJ threw out, wiping some sweat off of her forehead.
“Hand drawing him a poster of a band he likes would be something he’d like, right?” James asked, looking to David who was nodding.
David thought for a moment while Penelope hastily wrote down the ideas, her pink pen scratching and scrawling on the page. “I’m sure the kid will like anything you do for him. Not like he has anyone in his life to make gifts like you do, Garcia.” David shrugged.
Penelope finished her quick note taking and once more closed and put away her notebook. She smiled and said, “Thanks for the help guys! I’ll keep you in the loop!”. She skipped her way off the soccer field, and JJ returned to the soccer field to continue her practice.
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Alex sat in the library, reading a book and sneakily snacking on some of the pop-tarts she kept hidden in her desk. She heard the faint and growing sound of footsteps, so she closed the drawer with the secret snacks and went back to reading her book as normal. The doors opened, and Penelope’s eyes swept the library before her eyes found Alex at the main desk. Once she had her eyes set on her target, she walked with determination to a now amused looking Alex. She rested her elbow on a pile of old books waiting to be organized and announced, “Alex! Just the gal I was looking for!”.
Alex set her book down, noting the page as she did so. “What do you need, Garcia?” She asked, sitting back in the comfortable office chair.
“Well, our dear Baby Genius has no evidence of him even living in his room, and we need to spice it up a bit!” Penelope spoke enthusiastically and quickly of her grand idea once more to the person she thought to be the most helpful.
Alex stopped to think for a moment, processing Penelope’s words. “So you want my help?” She asked curiously, her mind already thinking of some small ideas.
Penelope nodded with a grin, and grabbed her trusted notebook and sparkly pen, and answered Alex’s question. “Well, of course! I do have some other ideas as well from the rest of our squad, but I bet you’ll have one really great idea! So, bounce some ideas!” she rambled on.
Alex had many ideas, but then the right one hit her. She smiled at Penelope and sat up. “I think I’ve got the perfect idea.”
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That saturday was perfect for Penelope's plan, as it was a rainy and quiet day. She had been plotting since Tuesday on her master plan. She made them all a group chat. And asked who wanted to help her with some arts and crafts. She got a yes from all but David and Hotch (it isn’t that they didn’t want to help, it’s just that they insisted they were terrible at crafts) so she had a separate mission for them; to distract Spencer.
On that rainy Saturday morning, the plan was going perfectly. David and Hotch made up a story about how they needed to run into town to the bookstore for some book Hotch needed, and asked if anyone would like to join them. Spencer, being his book loving self, instantly agreed while everyone politely turned them down all with their own excuses.
“Oh, I’ll leave the books to Pretty Boy.’
“I have to finish that math assignment with JJ.”
“I would love to, but I picked up an extra library shift.”
So they set off into the town, and made sure to let Spencer ramble his heart out. And they took him out for ice cream just so the crafters had enough time to get everything done.
Meanwhile, everyone got started on their projects. Penelope had an extensive, almost obsessive collection of craft supplies, and some old books free to mutilate if anyone needed them. They all got their hands working, and by the end of their rainy day craft session, everyone was covered in purple glitter from when Derek dropped the glitter shaker in front of the hair dryer being used to dry some paint. But alas, they all had completed their gifts and now just had to place them for when the boys got back from their distraction trip.
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Spencer opened the door to his dorm room, clutching an armful of books and an empty bowl with some melted ice cream remainaints. “Derek! You wouldn’t BELIEVE how many books are in the store just beside the craft shop! David let me get so-” He cut himself off as he went to dump his books on his bed.
The first thing he noticed was the cluster of people in his small room. Penelope with Derek on his respective bed, JJ and Emily on Spencer's bed, and Alex standing beside his priorly barren wall. “Woah…” He mumbled to himself, looking to his new decorations. A miniature replica of the TARDIS made of popsicle sticks and adorned with blue glitter sat on his bedside table. A small piece of paper with a purple glittery book leaned against the TARDIS. A homemade Lerner&Lowe poster was taped to his headboard, and on his bookshelf was a book flipped with the spine facing in. But instead of regular pages, they were folded (slightly crooked) to look like the Death Star. And the thing that took up the most space was a tree made from construction paper taped on the wall. But on each branch there was a name of someone in their friend group, a short message, and a picture of them. The top of the tree had the words ‘Our Family’.
Spencer’s eyes were watering as he finished taking all of it in. Dave and Aaron stood behind him, resting on the sides of the doorframe and watching like everyone else was. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes quickly. He was overwhelmed, but in the best way. After taking a moment to collect himself from the shock and awe, everyone stayed in their room for the rest of the day until supper, just hanging out before they had to regroup in the cafeteria for supper.
Penelope was glad her plan had the desired effect, and everyone was content with seeing Spencer happy.
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#patron saints of lost causes#criminal minds#themetaphorgirl#psolc#criminal minds au#sorry for the formatting#wrote this on my laptop#hope you enjoyed#tried so hard to keep them all in character#:)
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Where the Bugs Buzz | Pokemon OC Drabble
Follow-Up to my Fight for Me post! This takes place several years after Alex and Guzma get together, so they’ve married and have had two kids, Alphy and Ganet!
This drabble goes into detail on how Alphy catches his first Pokemon, Butterfree!
“Bug-catching...?”
The young boy pondered, from across the dining table, Guzma smiled and pulled out his rotom-dex.
“Yep! Thought I’d take ya out so you could watch me catch a few!”
He smiled at his son, Alex smiling over her own rotom-dex.
“Your father and I thought it would be a good way to catch your first Pokemon!”
She grinned, one of her hands finding her son’s delicate one, intertwining their fingers.
“I get to catch a Pokemon?!”
Alphy questioned, chair sliding back with a screech as he stood and placed both palms on the tabletop, leaning over and staring at both adults with wide eyes.
Guzma chuckled and extended his hand, ruffling the boys hair.
“Darn right ya are! Now c’mon... we’re gonna be late!”
He said, Alphy quickly pushed his chair back in and raced to the patio, slipping on his shoes and running out into the tall grass, Guzma following after him.
“Be careful you two!”
Alex called after them, sweeping a lock of deep brown hair behind her ear and placing a hand on her hip.
The Alolan breeze swept Melemele, and with it the sweet scent of honey and nectar filled the air.
‘Lets hope they don’t cause too much chaos...’
She thought, and let out a high-pitched laugh before heading back inside.
...
“So... how do you use this again?”
Alphy asked, fidgeting with the net in his hands.
“Like this, watch me!”
Guzma simply said, turning on his heel and racing forth. He had spotted a caterpie... and within seconds he had swung the net down, encapsulating it in the fine silk webbing of the net.
“Woah! That was so cool!”
Alphy exclaimed. From behind him, Guzma’s trusted Golisopod let out a cry of joy.
“Just like that!”
Guz said, turning around once more and holding out the net to show Alphy. Then, he placed the net down and let the caterpie slowly crawl out and shuffle back into the grass, much to his son’s disappointment.
“Why’d you let it go?”
The boy asked.
“Now, catching em’ like this is just for fun... but if you really wanna catch a Pokemon... ya gotta throw a Pokeball at it!”
He explained, pulling out Golisopod’s Pokeball to show the child. Alphy approached him and took it into his hands, rolling it around and examining it.
“See?”
Guzma asked, a smile spreading across his face as he ruffled Alphy’s hair. The boy pushed back his father’s large and calloused hand away and pointed toward the forest.
“I wanna catch a Butterfree!”
He exclaimed, and started to run, Guzma stumbling after him with their nets.
...
The Pokemon League never really got any challengers... most trial-goers spent ages preparing for and moving through totem battles, and even those who got all the way up to the Elite Four usually ended up getting floored by at least one of them.
The only people Alex really ever fought were those who she met on her island challenge... which was quite a lot... but every now and again she wished for another challenger to face her.
Someone who didn’t have grounded determination like Hau or sheer force like Olivia.
Speaking of Olivia, she and Alex were clambered in her own rock chamber, discussing the news as they waited for a challenger to show, though it did not seem they would see one today.
“Oh? So Alphy’s catching a Pokemon today?”
Akala’s Kahuna questioned. She had come to know Alphy, ever since he was a baby, she had helped babysit him.
Olivia never had children of her own, so watching little Alphy grow and change every day in her care was like a blessing from Tapu Lele.
“Yes! His first Pokemon actually!”
Alex grinned, to her words Olivia also smiled.
“I assume he’d want a bug-type... he’s always been fond of them...”
She noted, tilting her head to the side, her sparkling earrings reflecting the lights from the chamber as she moved.
“His adoration for them would be from Guz... from the moment Alphy could walk... he’d let him around his Pokemon...”
Alex stared down into her lap, eyes fluttering shut as a laugh escaped her lips.
“Alphy used to love when Guz would lift him up onto Golisopod’s back!”
She exclaimed, and Olivia laughed as well, recollecting her memories of the times when Alphy was just a toddler.
“Hmmm... I seem to remember a couple times when you two would come over to drop him off and he’d be on it’s back...”
The Kahuna smiled, and Alex nodded.
“He does have a great love for Pokemon...”
She said, Olivia tilted her head back once more, glimmering earrings swinging with her sudden movement.
“That’d be because of you.”
She said, and Alex looked up, surprised.
“Really?
She asked, and Olivia chuckled.
“You know why you’re the champion, right?”
She asked, and Alex nodded.
“My Pokemon got me here... I owe them so much...”
The champion smiled, Olivia continued.
“You love them all an awful lot, thats for sure... Alphy sees you care for them everyday... it only makes sense he’d love them just as much!”
Akala’s Kahuna explained, and Alex smiled, gaze falling back to her lap again.
“You’d be correct with that, thank you.”
She said, and Olivia let out a hum.
“Of course, my dear.”
...
“See that group there? Ya wanna approach them slowly... and make sure you have the honey with ya...”
Guzma explained, holding out the small jar and a pokeball, Alphy nodded and slowly crept from his spot behind the bushes, the large swarm of Butterfree taking a break by a nearby tree.
Alphy watched them closely, noting the few Butterfree who began to stray from the group and float off.
Carefully, he moved close to one of them, it’s bottom wing pattern indicating it was female, opening the honey and offering it by placing it down onto the soft grass.
Within a moment, the lone Butterfree had seized the jar and began to eat up the honey, much to the boy’s amazement.
“Great kiddo! Now make sure to throw the Pokeball!”
Guzma called out, not too loud to startle the Pokemon, but loud enough for Alphy to hear.
With a quick curve of his wrist, he threw the ball at an angle, watching it hurl towards the Butterfree and click when it hit the creature.
The ball dropped to the ground, rolled one, then twice.
Then a third time.
Then it clicked!
“I did it!”
Alphy exclaimed, running over to retrieve the ball. He cupped it in his hands and stared down at his reflection in the shiny red of it’s top half.
“I’ll take good care of you, Butterfree!”
He smiled, and dropped the ball into his back pocket while he scooped up the now empty honey jar and brought both back to Guzma.
“Nice job kiddo!”
Guzma beamed upon Alphy’s arrival back behind the bushes, his large hand ruffling the boy’s hair.
Alphy laughed and swatted his father’s touch away, handing him the jar and pulling out the Pokeball.
“Thanks for helping Daddy! Couldn’t have caught her without you!”
He grinned, and tackled Guzma into a hug. The two rolled over into the grass, laughing.
...
“A Butterfree hm?”
Alex smiled, Alphy’s new Pokemon floated around her as she spun to see it. Then, she pulled her jar of Pokebeans from the cupboard and offered a few to the creature.
“Yep! Me and Daddy caught it together!”
He exclaimed, Guzma brought the boy up onto his shoulders so he could watch Butterfree eat the delicacies Alex had laid out for it.
“Now you do realize with a new Pokemon comes new responsibilities, right?”
Alex questioned, and Alphy nodded.
“Daddy told me I gotta feed it and play for it and keep it from getting too hurt!”
He replied, and Alex hummed, a hand pressing to Guzma’s cheek.
“Daddy taught you very well Alphy, that’s exactly what you need to do!”
She grinned, and Guzma set Alphy down as Butterfree finished it’s Pokebeans.
“Now... how’s about you help Mommy and Daddy care for the rest of their Pokemon and we send you off to bed?”
Alex suggested, and Alphy leaped towards the backdoor.
“Yeah!”
He shouted, and ran off into the yard where both Alex and Guzma’s Pokemon were waiting.
There was a short silence, and then Alex was leaning into her husband, arms open as she embraced him.
“You did good, Guz.”
She said.
“I did?”
He asked, and she nodded.
“Yes, very good. You’re teaching him so much... you’re a great father.”
She smiled, and with a sigh of relief, Guzma pressed his nose to the shiny leather of his wife’s jacket, even despite the material... it smelled like the sweet Alolan flowers.
“Good... I’m glad I am.”
He said, and then the two set off to help Alphy.
Writing about Butterfree made me realy happy! I know for sure I cried watching ‘Bye Bye Butterfree’ for the first time when I was little!
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Recent Fics #9
Tumblr tags and notifications continue to be problematic for me, so I am continuing to do these recent fic summary posts every month or two for anyone who wants to keep up with what I’m writing :)
Previous Recent Fics: [List #1] ☆ [List #2] ☆ [List #3] ☆ [List #4] ☆ [List #5] ☆ [List #6] ☆ [List #7] ☆ [List #8]
Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer
[HollywoodU] [Red Carpet Diaries]
A Chance Encounter (RCD): a one-shot Halloween fic: Thomas meets Alex when he least expects it and their relationship develops in a way neither of them anticipate.
Here We Come (RCD): Set during the events of Red Carpet Diaries 3, Alex surprises Thomas with a weekend away to clear his head and hopefully inspire him to write.
The Bogart Diaries #12: Unbeleafable (RCD): Bogart enjoys his first autumn walk his hoomans
The Bogart Diaries #13: Anniversary Memories (RCD): Thomas (with a little help from Bogart) surprises Alex for their anniversary.
The Bogart Diaries #14: Pup-kin (RCD): Bogart gets a new plaything to explore. (A soft, fluffy drabble as an excuse to use those pictures)
Boo-tiful (RCD): Alex convinces Thomas to try carving pumpkins with her.
A New Title (a Baby Hunt drabble) (RCD): Thomas and Alex reflect on their pregnancy news
Late Night Runs (a pregnancy drabble) (RCD): Another night. Another craving. Thankfully for Alex, he’s a good sport about satisfying his wife’s cravings (even when they’re not for him).
Drifting (RCD): Thomas helps his wife relax after a long day
Mornings (a baby Hunt drabble) (RCD): Alex and Thomas enjoy a few quiet moments before they are officially awoken by the twins.
Unfinished Work (HWU): Alex teases Hunt during one of his lectures and is called to his office after class to discuss what she started.
A New Addition (HWU): Hunt has a surprise for Alex to help her feel more at home as their relationship progresses
Thomas Hunt x MC/Alex Spencer [HWU] & Ethan Ramsey x MC/Ellie Shepherd [OH] Series: Love & Scotch
[HollywoodU] [Open Heart]
DX: Two Words: Alex and Thomas are on their way to surprise Ethan and Ellie in Boston when they get the unimaginable news about the bioattack at Edenbrook
DX: a Ticking Clock: Ethan spends time with Ellie in quarantine as her health deteriorates. Alex and Thomas try to support the doctors at Edenbrook in anyway they can.
Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd [Open Heart]
A Development: Ethan and Ellie are enjoying a quiet evening in bed when a worrisome series of texts come in
Never Let Go: This takes place while Ellie/Mc is isolated due to the bioattack in Chapter 11
A Touch of Autumn: Ethan arrives to work to find that his office isn’t as he left it. Baz and Ellie have a little surprise
Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]
Hekili (thunder): a childhood Keiki + Bryce drabble; Bryce helps comfort Keiki during a Thunderstorm
Just Right: Olivia takes Bryce apple picking their first fall in Boston.
A Different Kind of Medicine: Olivia helps Keiki surprise Bryce with something she’s been working on secretly.
A Cozy Afternoon: a cool, New England fall day and Olivia finds just the sweatshirt to wear to help her relax
Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light & Shadow]
Last Embers: Mal and Daenarya snuggle in the cool morning air (book one)
A Challenge: Daenarya leaves Mal some clues to find her, but he must be quick as she’s given the deadline of the setting sun.
A Rescue’s Rescue (an Orphanage story): Mal attempts to console Lydo over some of his concerns when their walk through White Tower takes an unexpected turn.
Levi Schuler x Laura Day (+daughter Lily)
[Mother of the Year]
Just Like a Scientist: Lily helps Levi make dinner.
Hey There, Dear Lily: Lily (daughter) is not so sleepy after her birthday party and Levi offers to sing her to sleep.
Time Together: Lily and Levi spend sometime together one afternoon
A Night Alone: Laura (MC) and Levi have a night alone after one of his shows. Levi has some ideas of how they will spend it. EXPLICIT fic. 🍋
Freshly Baked: Set in the future, Levi returns from a short tour and finds his girls baking cookies
Justin Mercado/Mari Bishop [Save the Date]
Into the Woods: Justin and Mari leave the busyness of NYC behind them to enjoy a nice fall weekend alone in the mountains of New York.
The Game is On: an EXPLICIT fic where Justin and Mari pick up their game of teasing one another in public. 🍋
Playtime: an EXPLICIT fic. Mari woke up from an exciting dream and wants to pick up where they left off their play. 🍋
If you wish to be tagged in any fics/pairings, just let me know :) Thank you for all the love and support! <3
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Equanimous
Title: Equanimous
Pairing: Reader x Sam
Word Count: 1,078
Warnings: Being tied up
Summary: The reader watches Sam and Dean from her hiding spot after they were captured on a hunt.
A/N: This is another installment of the Words series. Enjoy, and please leave feedback!
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Equanimous: (adj.) calm and composed
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched the demons tighten the ropes holding Sam and Dean to the chairs. Thankfully, they hadn’t spotted you yet, but Sam and Dean had been the first into the church. The whole thing had been a trap, and you were kicking yourself for not trying harder to find the gun you’d lost in the fight as you tried to stay hidden behind the baptismal.
Cas, if you can hear me, you prayed, we could really use your help right about now.
There was no miraculous answer to your plea and you chewed your lower lip as the boys began to regain consciousness. They silently tested the taut ropes around them, then flexed their muscles to see if anything was broken.
“Well, well,” one of the demons chuckled. “It looks like it worked. Who'd've thought that the Winchesters were so easy to trick?”
Dean let out a low growl and glared at her. “What do you want?”
She chuckled and cupped his chin in her hand, smiling slyly. “If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh I’ll show you fun!” Dean barked. He pulled at the ropes, moving the chair slightly, and the demon flinched back. Dean grinned at her, but only until she grabbed his ear and jerked his head to the side as hard as she could. Her knife was at his neck in an instant and Dean strained away from its sharp point, his breathing uneven as he glared up at her.
“Don’t test me, Dean. As much as I like playing games, I don’t have the patience today.”
“Calm down, Sheba,” the one of the male demons chided. “We need them alive. We don’t get paid otherwise.”
You relaxed when Sheba let go of Dean and sheathed her knife, then directed your attention to Sam. He was angry; you knew his tells and could figure out what he was really feeling. To an outsider, however, he looked totally composed. His face was calm and neutral as he watched the three demons in silence. You could see him testing the strength of the ropes around his hands, but other than that he was completely still.
Unfortunately for Sam, the third demon had noticed his calm demeanor as well, and he circled the two brothers before stopping in front of Sam.
“I’m surprised you’re not foaming at the mouth like your big brother is,” he said, leaning down so he was at eye level with Sam. “After all, someone like the Boy King should be able to hold his own against a few demons, right?”
Sam stared at the demon for a long moment before answering. “I’m not the Boy King. I’m a hunter, and I’m not worried because I have nothing to worry about,” Sam replied, his voice even.
The demon scoffed and straightened up. He looked over at Sheba, who was grinning like the cat that got the canary. “Do you hear him, Sheba?”
“I did, Alex,” she laughed. “He thinks he’s got nothing to worry about, can you believe it?”
Sheba moved to stand beside Sam, and you grit your teeth when she slid her hands over his shoulders and chest until she was draped over him from behind. She left her hands on him as she whispered something in his ear, and you watched helplessly as Sam clenched his fists behind him at whatever she’d said to him.
You were in the middle of weighing the merits of staying hidden versus trying to fight off the three demons on your own without a weapon when Cas charged in through the front doors of the church, fury etched into his face as he stalked down the long aisle towards the demons. An angel blade slid into his hand as he approached them and you watched in relieved silence as they backed away from him.
“Wait a second, wait a second, we can give you inf—”
“I don’t want your information,” Cas growled as he buried his blade into Alex’s chest. The demon’s own blade fell to the floor with a clatter. Cas spun and made quick work of the other male demon as well, and his body fell to the floor beside his partner’s.
Sheba let out a horrified scream and tried to make a run for it. She sprinted towards your hiding spot, clearly hoping to put the baptismal between herself and Cas, but you stuck your leg out just in time to send her sprawling on the floor. Cas took two long steps and fell into a kneeling position beside her. Her vessel lit up in bright oranges and reds as he embedded his knife into her chest, and you met Cas’ eyes when he looked up at you.
“Thank you,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest as he stood and offered you a hand.
“Are you okay?”
Nodding, you stepped over Sheba’s prone form and rushed over to Sam and Dean, quickly cutting their ropes with Alex’s discarded knife. “Are you guys okay?”
Both boys stood and stretched as soon as the ropes fell to the floor, rubbing their wrists as they got to their feet.
“We’re fine,” Sam said. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away just far enough to look you over. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you while we were out, did they?”
You shook your head and wrapped both arms around Sam, hugging him hard. “I’m okay. I was hiding the whole time. I don’t know what I would’ve done if Cas hadn’t shown up, I—”
Sam shook his head at you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. He lifted your chin with two fingers, smiling softly. “But he did show up and we’re okay. Everything’s fine, Y/N.”
“Hey!” Dean called, and both of you looked over at him. He was standing beside Sheba’s dead vessel. “You two gonna help me with these bodies or am I gonna have to complain about it the whole way back home?”
Groaning, you let go of Sam and rolled your eyes at Dean. “So needy,” you teased, and Dean stuck his tongue out at you.
“You’re both children,” Sam laughed, but he followed you over to take care of the second demon’s vessel anyway, smiling at you all the while.
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it’s bella’s birthday and she deserves the absolute world, so i wrote this little fangirl au drabble! bella is the absolute champion of this au, she loves it more than anyone else, and just supports me relentless and i don’t know what i’ve done to deserve her in my life, but i’m so happy i know her! she is genuinely one of the most talented writers ever, is so kind and sweet and smart and creative and is just a beacon of light in this community. if you haven’t already, go wish her a happy birthday @clumsyclifford and check out her newest fic here, or this fic which is my favourite lashton fic ever, or her brazil fic which is a masterpiece and criminally underrated! happy birthday bella, i hope you have a wonderful day! ❤️
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Luke only finds out that it’s Michael’s birthday when he comes back after class to about three feet of “Happy Birthday” balloons.
“Um,” Luke says, as if the balloons will somehow explain.
“Luke!”
Luke freezes, and then Ashton’s head is appearing from the approximate location of the floor in front of Michael’s bed.
“Um,” Luke says again.
“Perfect timing! Michael’s shift is done in an hour, and I still have two whole bags to go.”
Luke knocks his way to his bed, careful not to pop any of the balloons. Once he gets there, Ashton is tossing him a bag of uninflated balloons. Apparently, by living here, Luke has volunteered himself to help.
“So,” Luke says, tearing the bag open. “It’s Michael’s birthday?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
Luke shakes his head, stretches out a balloon then starts to inflate it.
“Has he even asked about your birthday? When’s your birthday?”
Luke ties off his inflated balloon and releases it into the room. “July 16th.”
“Mine is July 7th! Summer birthdays are the worst, right?”
“Yeah,” Luke says. He starts to inflate another balloon because he expects this to be a topic to which he cannot contribute a whole lot.
“As a kid especially! Everyone is on vacation or at the cabin or whatever, so no one really comes to summer birthday parties.”
Luke does not say anything, because he doesn’t want to tell Ashton that he doubts anyone would have come to his birthday parties, anyways.
“It’s not so bad now, though, because I get to see my family. Michael is stuck with just me,” Ashton says.
Luke releases another balloon to the room. “Seems like that’s a pretty good deal, for him.”
Ashton laughs. “I don’t think he’d agree with you.”
“Oh,” Luke says. He wonders how Michael could possibly disagree. No one has ever blown up balloons for Luke.
“If Michael had it his way, he’d probably spend his birthday at home, in his basement, playing video games alone for 24 hours straight.”
“Sounds tiring,” Luke says. He can only stare at a screen for 12 hours straight before his eyes start to burn, usually.
“To you and me, both,” Ashton laughs, open and exposed, a laugh to share. “If I could do anything for my birthday, I’d want to be at a concert with all of my friends, I think. There’s nothing like live music, you know?”
Luke nods, even though he’s been to two concerts in his life, and he had to leave one early because it was too crowded and he got jittery.
“What would you do? What would be your ideal birthday?”
The realistic answer would probably be writing, posting a celebratory one-shot, and then going out to a mid-range Italian restaurant with his family, maybe. Luke inexplicably wants Ashton to think that he’s interesting, though, so he makes something up on the spot.
“I’d want to go to New York or Chicago or something so that I could meet up with all of my friends from out of state,” Luke says, and he finds that it’s not actually untrue.
“That sounds like a great birthday,” Ashton grins. “It’s cool that you have friends from out of state! How did you meet them?”
“Different ways,” Luke says. “We’re not going to blow these balloons up in time,” he adds quickly, to change the subject.
“You’re right,” Ashton says. He fumbles around on Michael’s desk and gets music playing out of his portable speaker that Luke has never seen him use. It’s folky and calming, and Luke doesn’t mind it. “Let’s power through!”
Ashton convinces Luke to hide himself under the balloons before Michael gets back, and when they hear the door open, they jump up and yell “Happy birthday!”
Or rather, Ashton yells it, Luke says it. Michael is entirely unsurprised and unimpressed.
“You were in on this?” Michael says to Luke. Luke opens his mouth to explain, but Michael stops him. “You two are cleaning this up.”
“We can handle that,” Ashton says, brightly. He produces a cake from somewhere on the floor by Michael’s desk, and when he stands, the balloons are up to his stomach.
“You didn’t make that yourself, did you?” Michael asks, distrustful.
“Alex helped,” Ashton says, willfully oblivious to Michael’s even less enthused expression. “I didn’t get candles because they’re not allowed in the dorms, but I’m still going to sing.”
“Please don’t,” Michael says, but Ashton is already starting. It’s purposefully shrill and off key, and Luke has to hide his laugh in his hand because Michael keeps shooting him glares.
“Did you even bring plates?” Michael asks when Ashton is finally done.
“Even better,” Ashton says, and pulls three forks out of nowhere. “Who needs plates?”
“Luke thinks you’re barbaric,” Michael says. Luke pretends to get a text so that he can look away.
“If Luke wants a plate, I can find Luke a plate.”
“I don’t want a plate,” Luke says. He doesn’t even really want cake. He doesn’t want Michael’s cake, he doesn’t want to impose himself any further upon Michael’s life.
“See?” Ashton says to Michael, too enthusiastic to come off smug. “I told you. He’s cool.”
Michael snorts, but at least he tries to cover it up with a cough. Luke doesn’t take it badly, though. Michael is right. The idea that Luke is cool is, frankly, laughable.
Ashton hands out the forks and they eat, and the cake is actually pretty good. Luke doesn’t say anything though, because he can’t tell if Michael likes it.
Luke stops after eating the rough equivalent of half of a slice, and Michael and Ashton stop shortly after. They start to kick through the balloons, getting ready to go out.
“It’s just dinner,” Ashton says. “You should come. We promise there will be no crazy drunks.”
“He’s right,” Michael says. “You’ve got to be getting sick of the dining hall food by now.”
“I like some of it,” Luke says, defensively.
“It’s not as good as Pear’s, though,” Ashton says.
“I have a lot to do,” Luke says, which is true. He’s going home for Thanksgiving over the weekend and needs to get ahead in some schoolwork.
“If you’re sure,” Michael says. Ashton starts to say something, but Michael shoots him a look. Luke can’t see it from where he is, but Ashton drops it, thankfully.
After they’re gone, Luke deliberates for half an hour before finally giving up and going to see his RA.
He knocks on Rian’s door tentatively – he’s never sought him out, has only ever spoken to him when directly spoken to, and only ever very few words at that.
Rian opens the door, smiles wide. “Luke! What can I do for you?”
“Uh – my roommate’s – his uh, his boyfriend filled our room with balloons? I don’t know what to do with them.”
“Right, it’s Michael’s birthday! I’ll have to remember to say something later,” Rian says. He steps out of his room and closes the door but doesn’t lock it. He leads Luke back to his room but waits for Luke to open the door for him. “Wow, Michael’s boyfriend went a little crazy, huh?”
Luke shrugs, overwhelmed.
“We can get this sorted out, no problem. Do you have any pens? Mechanical pencils will also work.”
Luke produces a handful from his desk and Rian picks two, so Luke does so as well. “I’m happy you came to get me, this will be fun,” Rian says, and then he’s stabbing blindly at the balloons, popping 4 in quick succession. Luke figures that this idea is as good as any, so he starts stabbing as well.
The balloons are too loud to really enable any conversation, which is a blessing. Luke finds that he’s not uncomfortable, though. Rian is a calming presence, practiced in his confidence.
They’ve gone through all of the balloons within twenty minutes, and then Rian stays to help collect all of the balloon carcases. They don’t talk, they keep up a comfortable silence as they work. Maybe Luke isn’t so socially incompetent, after all.
Luke does not expect Michael to come back to their room that night, but he does. Luke is still up, working on a sociology assignment when Michael slams the door open, clearly expecting the room to still be a mess.
“This is the best birthday present I’ve ever fucking gotten,” Michael says, relieved.
“Rian helped,” Luke says.
“How did he know to help?”
“I asked him.”
“You? Approached Rian? On your own?” Michael asks. The worst part is that it’s not even mocking, Michael is genuinely surprised.
“I’m not completely useless,” Luke says.
“This is the first proof I’ve seen of that,” Michael says, which is mocking, thankfully. Luke is much more comfortable with Michael when he’s not being sincere.
“Well, don’t expect any more,” Luke says.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
Luke focuses his attention back to his computer as Michael bangs around the room, getting ready for bed. He’s managed to write a few more sentences when he notices that Michael’s looking at him.
“You should have come,” Michael says.
“I got a lot done.”
“Did you go to the dining hall?”
“No,” Luke says, guiltily.
“Want to go now?”
“The cake was filling,” Luke says. Michael rolls his eyes, but doesn’t push.
“Good, because we’re eating cake for breakfast, tomorrow.”
Luke looks back down at his computer and supresses a smile.
#bella i know you're asleep rn but i wanted this posted early#you're just one of the best people i know and i am so happy to know you#i love you and i hope you have a good birthday#my fic#fangirl au#also disclaimer: i dont know anything about atl#dont come for me
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Night Stalker
; Vampire Hunter!Hoseok x Reader
; Genre: Angst, violence, smut, a bit of fluff,
; Word Count: 17.6k
; Warnings: Death, MC gets attacked, slight stalking at the beginning, biting, slight blood play, penetrative sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, choking kink, bondage, rough sex, dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, spanking,
; Synopsis: Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help?
; A/N: Inspired by Blade...not quite Blade but definitely taking heavy inspo from it! Was only supposed to be a drabble...obviously not a drabble. Let me know what you think please as this wasn’t even meant to be a thing yet I really enjoyed writing it :)
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Centuries of instinct is telling you that there is something wrong, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the source of your discomfort is the eerie figure that has been walking a good twenty feet behind you for the last four blocks. You’re not sure if they’re trying to be conspicuous or if this is their terrible attempt at subtle stalking but it has your metaphorical hackles raised anyway.
Shoulders hunching together even more, you quicken your pace as much as you can without it looking suspicious and listen to the way your Converse slap against the wet concrete floor. You haven’t even seen a car cruise past yet, but you’re not too surprised given it’s 3 in the morning.
Cursing Alex and his incessant need to go out partying whenever there’s even a whiff of pot in the air, you lament the fact you’d agree to take on his shift at the convenience store. And you then curse the fact that you’d applied for a job so damn far from your apartment.
The walk is nice and almost leisurely in the day, but in the foreboding atmosphere of the night it’s horrifying. Yellow tinged street lights flicker and buzz in the almost silence, the only sign of civilisation being the faint sirens and sounds of cars in the distance and you shiver as a cool breeze passes by.
Holding the strap of your bag closer to your body, you tug the material of your jacket and try to make yourself look as small and non-descript as possible. Eyes flickering up from your red and white sneakers to the vivid neon of the 24/7 alcohol store just up ahead, you let out a brief sigh of relief at the sign of people.
Glancing behind you as furtively as you can, your breathing quickens however when you note that the unfamiliar man is only a few feet behind you. Lungs working harder than ever, you find yourself almost jogging forwards in an effort to escape whoever this creep is.
A hand grasping your shoulder tightly causes you to shriek, spinning around rapidly as your momentum is stopped and you get a glimpse of the stalker for the first time. He’s tall and broad, shoulders hidden away neatly underneath a long black trench coat and you gasp pathetically, voice falling into a croak as you stare at him.
In the far off light of the next street light, you can just about see the deep, ruby red of his pupils as they reflect menacingly. Eyes widening, you can’t help but move backwards as he pushes at you firmly, his hand feeling like a steel weight on your shoulder as it clamps down almost painfully.
Back hitting the rough brick of the wall behind you, you can’t stop the whimper that leaves your throat as your hair catches against the material and pulls. It’s stupid to focus on that, but you find yourself suddenly focusing on dumb things like the fact his dark grey coat looks lovely and warm and he’s wearing surprisingly elegant looking shoes; dark brown leather that looks expensive.
“I-I-I d-don’t have m-money on me.” The words fall from your lips easily, like water from a tap, and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes to match how your voice wavers almost pathetically. That same instinct that told you that you were being followed is now screaming at you that he isn’t interested in your money, or your any of your valuables.
You don’t even think he’s interested in sex, given the way those intense red eyes focus from your eyes to your lips before resting on the exposed expanse of your neck. His free hand moves up to trace along your throat, the surprisingly smooth pads of his fingertips moving almost featherlight on the edge of the cheap and tacky work shirt you have to wear.
Moving forward, his eyes dart back up to you with a slow grin that does nothing to make him look friendly or happy. If anything, it makes your stomach scream with fear as he leans closer to you until you swear you can almost see the way his eyes swirl with a need you’re far too afraid to ask about.
“I think we both know that I don’t want your money. Not that you have any.” He whispers, voice low and raspy as he noses along your chin. A soft cry leaves your mouth as tears finally fall, slowly trickling down your face to land on his own cheek.
Lifting his head slightly, he looks up at you as he lets his finger pick up your tear before he slots it into his mouth. A groan leaves him as his eyes flutter before he’s grinning and you’re gasping out loud at the sight of his pearly white teeth. Both of his fangs are elongated, far more than they should be, and razor sharp.
The scent of your fear hits him in a wave and he inhales deeply, a rumbling laugh leaving his mouth as he lowers it to your neck. You want to fight against him, but the sheer pressure of his grip on you makes it impossible and you find yourself not wanting to anger him further.
“You smell perfect darling, rich and with the perfect hint of fear.” The unintelligible whimpering that splutters from your lips falls on deaf ears, and you find yourself randomly cursing Alex even more. You could have been snug at home, in bed, instead of being attacked by...a vampire?!
“Christ, is that how you pick up all the girls? No one wonder you have to be a creep.” A sudden voice from your left causes the vampire to freeze up, grip on your shoulder tightening until you’re crying out before he’s looking to the side with a menacing glare and snarl.
“Night Stalker. Run along now, I’m sure there’s a party of low life vamp’s you can fuck up somewhere else.” He hisses, spitting the words out with a venom that denotes some form of relationship between the two. Or at the very least, he knows who the intruder is.
“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got me mistaken with someone who gives a fuck. Let me break it down for you. You, vampire,” The new guy suddenly launches forward, barreling into him and breaking the vampire’s grip on you as they both fall into the street. Both of them launch upright almost immediately, the vampire landing in an almost cat like position closest to you while guy number two rolls and lands back on his feet. “Me, person who’s going to fuck your night up real bad.”
At his words, his knees bend until he’s almost crouching and you watch with shock as he reaches behind his head, pulling what looks like a katana off his back and swinging it in smooth and assured movements. Breath coming fast and hard, your knees buckle and you slowly slide down the wall to land on the wet floor, shaking hands pressing to your chest as you simply watch.
A more intelligent person might run perhaps, but you can’t quite get the message to your legs.
“It’s going to be an honour to be the one to take down the Night Stalker.” The vampire hisses, muscles bunching underneath his coat. There’s a moment of tension where neither moves before the Night Stalker snorts out a laugh.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be the first to congratulate you if you do.” And then he launches forwards at the vampire, covering the ground in one astonishing leap which causes his long, black leather coat to billow out almost impressively.
Snarling, the vampire jumps to the side before spinning around, hand grasping at the Night Stalker before swinging him furiously in a circle. The intruder disappears down the alley next to you and the vampire follows immediately, leaping almost impossibly high as he chases down his new prey.
You should run, you should really run while he’s distracted, but you can’t make your legs move. It’s like they’ve turned into jelly, and all you can do is pull yourself to the corner to peer around the edge. Even though you don’t know him, you don’t want your saviour to die.
The alley is grim and dark, the light at the end highlighting the line of dumpsters along one wall while the skeleton of a decrepit fire escape crawls up one building. Deep grunts and heavy breathing come from underneath it, and you watch with fear as the vampire and Night Stalker fight, movements almost furiously fast.
A punch with his right arm swings around to hit the vampire square on the jaw before he ducks low to avoid an incoming response, squatting on one leg as he spins almost gracefully to knock the vampire’s feet out from under him. The vampire responds by rolling backwards, using the lost momentum to push himself back up before surging forward with a quick succession of punches that the Night Stalker stops with his forearms, lifted up to protect his face.
He misses a hit to his exposed stomach, but the thudding noise attracts your attention there and you squint hard enough to see the rough texture of body armour. Slamming his heavily booted foot down on the vampire’s business shoes, he takes advantage of the hiss of pain to spin on one foot before kicking out with an almost brutal amount of force, the vampire flying through the air to slam against the wall heavily.
Running to the side, the Night Stalker picks up his fallen katana and runs at the vampire as he stands once more, movements lightning fast as he swings a hand that’s suddenly clawed at your saviours face which is blocked immediately with a slash of his sword, the sharp edge cutting through the vampire’s thumb.
A howling shriek echoes through the empty alley, ricocheting around and making you shrink even further into your coat as you breathe quickly at his obvious fury. “I will make you pay for that you half-breed whelp.” He spits out, jaw extending in a snarl to reveal his fangs.
The Night Stalker takes a careful step back, his booted foot stepping into a pool of dirty water as he lifts up his sword once more, holding it carefully in front of his face as you watch the gleaming edge shine in the dim lighting. A low laugh leaves him slowly as he moves in short and careful steps in response to the vampire’s every movement.
You don’t even need to see them properly to know that he’s watching every single miniscule movement the vampire is making. Which is why you’re not surprised when he jerks to the side when the vampire jumps forward, spinning with a kick that goes high.
Your saviour drops low immediately and slams his own foot forward into the vampire’s supporting knee, the horrific sound of tendons and bone cracking loud in the empty quietness. Once more, an enraged howl leaves the vampire only now it’s with more than a little pain as he drops to one knee, breath stuttering out of him with deep growls of anger.
Crouching just out of reach, the Night Stalker lets the tip of his katana rest on the ground as he leans against it and laughs once more. “Sure made me pay huh? Say hello to all your over unforsaken brethren you piece of shit.” He snarls, and you have no idea who this man is but you can feel the loathing he has for the vampire in front of you.
Standing, he bring his katana up before swinging it forward in one smooth half circular motion. He moves so fast that you don’t think anything has happened at first, until there’s a horrific, sick wet sound and you watch in horror as the vampire’s head slowly falls from his body.
Nothing happens for a moment once the dull thud of the vampire’s head hitting the ground fades away before suddenly your attacker’s body bursts into blue flame. Choking on your own breath, you watch as he burns brightly and fiercely for a few moments before the flames die down and there is nothing left except ash, which floats away with each breeze that flows down the street.
The Night Stalker lowers his sword then, looking at it before sighing with disdain as he pulls a cloth out of his coat. “Undead fuckers, always ruining my damn sword.” He grumbles to himself, giving the blade a quick clean before sliding it back into the holder situated on his back.
His head rolls back onto his shoulders for a moment, and you’re treated to a large expanse of throat as he cracks his neck before he focuses back down the alley. You’d think he’d forgotten about you until a low moan bubbles up through your throat, the sound unbidden by you and almost unhinged with the deranged frequency to it.
Almost instantly, he looks in your direction and you can tell that he’s focusing firmly on you.
“Ah fuck.” He whispers before he strides forward, his no doubt steel capped motorcycle boots heavy and loud on the ground. His black leather coat swings out in the low breeze, fluttering almost ominously while he walks with a confident swagger that tells you he’s completely comfortable and aware in his own body.
It’s bizarrely sexy and terrifying all at once, and you scramble away from him as he nears you. Even though your brain is telling you that he saved you, there’s a larger part screaming that he just killed a man. Though another part of you is pointing out that he didn’t kill a man, he slayed a vampire.
But then you have to actually come to terms with the fact that vampires exist and that’s a whole other kettle of fish to contend with.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice is soothing and low, each word said carefully and with enough sincerity behind it that you genuinely believe him while his hands are held out in front of him. Reaching you, you look up his tall body and breathe even faster in response, noting the tight black jeans that hug toned thighs and leather belt that looks to have more than enough firepower on it.
Your suspicions are confirmed when he crouches down to meet your level and you catch a glimpse of two impossibly large looking handguns secured to his belt, normally hidden by his coat. Pressing yourself further back into the wall, your eyes scan up from the guns to his face and back again.
“It’s okay, I swear. He’s gone now. You can go home.” His face is half covered with a black mask, half moon eyes that look impossibly sweet and kind for someone who just swung a katana around like he most definitely knows how to use it. Black hair shines in the crappy street lighting and you have the bizarre urge to touch it, to brush the stray strands back into place.
But instead you just let out a strained sob, your lungs tight and constricting as the panic of the whole thing overwhelms you. Sighing deeply, the Night Stalker’s eyes narrow as he takes in your expression.
“You can go, I swear. You’ll be fi-...oh for fucks sake. Come on.” He hisses, head turning to the side to glare down the street. You look too with panic widened eyes, wondering what he’s suddenly annoyed about only to watch as two figures step out of an alley further down. You’d think nothing of it if it weren’t for the swords they hold.
Somehow, you don’t think that’s a normal gang thing.
Hands reach forward almost automatically, grasping onto the strap and front of his body armour and tugging him forwards to you until he has to rest a hand on the ground. “No, no, no.” You whisper repeatedly, words strained as they choke out of your throat while your head shakes.
He looks back at you and frowns, gently taking your hands and pulling them from him. “You should go now. I’ll take care of them. It’ll be fi-oh are you fucking kidding me?” His groaned words are the last things you hear as your eyes roll back into your head, blackness taking over as you fall into a blissful, and much wanted, unconsciousness.
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Your room is bizarrely quiet when you wake up. The usual sounds of traffic honking outside your shitty apartment block absent, and you find that you can’t even hear the usual screaming of people in your neighbourhood. There’s not any birds outside either, which causes a frown to crease your brow.
Not only that, but your bed feels bizarrely soft compared to the crappy mattress you have. You’ve gotten used to feeling the springs poking you while you slept, and your back actually kind of aches from the softness that has enveloped it all night. The impossibly soft comforter that keeps you warm is most definitely not yours as well.
Did you go to a bar after work last night, get blind wasted and go to some random place with someone? While it wouldn’t be the first time, it would be the first time that you’d done so after work and you’re disappointed in yourself.
You couldn’t afford to waste that kind of money.
But some part of your mind is tapping away, telling you that you’re wrong and that’s not what happened. That something wrong happened last night. Something terribly wrong. Blinking slowly into the darkened room, you stare up at impossibly high ceiling. Like, really impossibly high.
Are you in a warehouse?!
Sitting up suddenly, you groan out in pain as your shoulder screams out in anger, a hand coming to rest against it as if to try and help. Panting at it, you look around in confusion and note that the large, possibly queen sized bed, is situated in what looks to be a home area of a large warehouse.
Next to the bed is a small table with a clock sitting on it, the neon green numbers telling you that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon. Your eyes can’t help but widen at the sight of the time, and you wonder just how drunk you’d gotten last night.
The good news is that you don’t have to work today, or tonight, so you’re definitely free. But that doesn’t explain how you got into this warehouse.
A dresser sits against another wall with a lamp in the corner, and you look around in bemusement. These living quarters have been placed into the corner of the warehouse, and when you get up and pad on the cool, wooden floor you note that there is a closet behind the door closest to you and a second door that leads to a surprisingly elegant bathroom.
Brows raising, you walk out of the remaining door and marvel at the large space in front of you. To your right is a kitchen, exceptionally minimal with just a counter in the centre and a few more counters against a wall, a large silver fridge taking up space while an oven and hob take up one counter. A sink sits atop one counter, but there’s not much else there apart from a microwave.
To your left is what you imagine is a living room, with a battered black leather couch with a red blanket laid over it facing an ridiculously large television screen. Walking forwards, you note the open beer sat on the low, dark wood coffee table and the game controller resting idly on one of the couch pillows.
The rest of the warehouse sits before you, though you note that the home space has been raised higher than everything else to separate it. Resting a hand on the metal rail, you lean against it and try to take in everything you can see.
A large space in front of you is taken up with two cars, one a sleek black Mustang and the other a more innocuous looking Ford pickup. The battered black van next to them both stands out even more, and if you peer then you can just about see the motorbike resting on its stand behind the van.
All around the vehicles are tables with multiple tools resting atop them along with a few being on specialised walls with hooks. Mechanic style drawers stand tall and you note a few of them open, the contents full of tiny nuts and bolts that also litter the table. One table has a cracked leather stool sitting at it, but there’s no one there at the moment. The steaming cup of coffee lets you know that someone's been there recently though.
Along the right side of the warehouse are stacks of shelving, with their shelves filled with items that are currently covered in dusty canvas. You wonder momentarily if they’re there for a reason or if it’s just stuff that came with the warehouse.
You’re not exactly knowledgeable about the purchasing of warehouses after all.
The left wall makes your eyes widen, and you take in the gun rack that lines along it. All kinds of guns have been placed carefully, from shotguns to what even looks like a sniper rifle and your hands clench the rail tightly. What the hell was this place?!
It’s the sight of the rack next to this though, with multiple elegant swords sitting prettily on their hooks, that gets you. If it were any other day, then you might admire the extensive range of swords on display and think they were pretty.
But what they do is cause flashbacks in your mind and suddenly you’re back into last night, the creepy vampire guy breathing against your neck before the fight flashes before your eyes. Gasping loudly, you can’t stop the quick and heavy breathing that takes over as you stumble backwards, falling into someone’s hard body.
Spinning immediately, you let out a shriek as you fall over, landing on your ass harshly and panting out as you scrabble backwards. You don’t recognise this newcomer and watch with wide eyes as he gasps loudly and gets onto his knees, holding his hands up as the bag of cheese puffs he’d been carrying falls to the ground.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were awake!” He gets out, voice high with tension as you scan him over. His skin is a golden tan and you note the handsome face he’s been blessed with, peachy coloured hair wispy and soft as it falls on either side of his forehead. There’s a few black marks of grease in the pretty hair, along with a mark on his sculpted nose, but the warmth and friendliness he emits already cause you to relax a little.
“Where am I? Did...did last night really happen?” You ask quickly, hugging your knees to your chest as your eyes take in the warehouse. The last thing you remember is your saviour cursing out as you fell unconscious, and you wonder if this is where he lives or something. “Where’s the Night Stalker?”
At that, your new acquaintance sits back and lets out a confused noise, one knee underneath him while he rests his elbow on the other. A baggy white shirt adorns him while ridiculously large tan trousers are on his lower half, making him look like some strange mechanic combined with a 70s hipster.
“Wow...where did you hear that?” He presses a finger to his pouting lips before suddenly letting out a little ‘aah’ noise. “Oh wait, he said he took out the blood sucker. You probably heard it then. Well...yes last night happened unfortunately. I’m sorry you had to witness, and experience, that. But it’s okay kind of? Hoseok saved you. You passed out when the others turned up and he didn’t know where you lived as you didn’t have your ID on you, so he just had to bring you home. We’re...sorry about that.”
Staring at him, you take another look around the warehouse. “You live here?”
He stiffens up at that, looking just a tiny bit affronted. “Okay, well maybe I don’t. I have a sweet trailer parked round back as Hoseok likes his own space. But there’s nothing wrong with this. People would kill to get this much space for how much we pay. Honestly, it’s amazing really.”
“I didn’t mean that, I just...I don’t know what I meant. Is that his name then? Hoseok?” It fit your saviour better than Night Stalker, and he suddenly seemed much less intimidating now that he has a name and not just an ominous moniker.
The guy goes a little bashful then, picking up his chips before standing and helping you up as well. Directing you over to the couch, he slumps down in it before opening the pack and stuffing a few into his mouth. Looking to you, he offers you the pack and you find yourself grabbing a handful yourself.
It’s like you’ve suddenly realised how hungry you are, and he watches in amusement as you happily take the pack from him and almost inhale the food. Getting up, he heads to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you before grabbing some more chips for himself.
“Yeah, he’s Hoseok. Night Stalker is what the bloodsuckers call him. I’m Taehyung; his engineer, mechanic and whatever else he wants me to be. Wait, that sounded erotic. Not that. Though if he wanted it, I wouldn’t say no I mean...hello. I’d say I’m his best friend, though he gets all grumbly when you say that. I think he thinks it ruins his ‘aura’.” Taehyung snorts, making finger quotations before handing you the water.
You unscrew the cap and drink greedily, enjoying the cool liquid as it slides down your throat. Introducing yourself, you shake his hand for a moment before your shoulders slump as you finally acknowledge the reality.
“So...bloodsuckers. If my pop culture knowledge is correct, and I’m not being particularly dumb or something, I’m guessing that means that the guy Hoseok killed was a vampire right?” Fingers playing with the label of the water bottle, you glance over at Taehyung to get his reaction.
He’s watching you carefully, whiskey eyes taking in every detail of your face before his lips purse. Sighing heavily, he nods as he brushes a few strands of hair out of his eyes.
“Yeah. Vampires. It’s all very...Underworld-y I guess. I wish we could make you forget but that’s just...not a thing they can do. Most of the time, their victims usually die so...count yourself lucky that Hoseok was there when he was. Though they’re usually a little more discreet than that.” He reaches forward and grabs the beer bottle, taking a swig.
You’re silent for a few minutes, trying to get your brain around everything without freaking out even more than you already are. Swallowing thickly, you glance behind you to the wall of guns and swords, taking in the sight of the sword you’d seen yesterday.
“How did...how did Hoseok get into this? I mean...the vampire was so strong.” Your words are whispered in confusion and Taehyung lets out a deep breath, his lips pressing together at the end.
“Well...I mean...I got into this because my parents got killed by vampires when I was fifteen. Hoseok took care of them and then...took me in because I wouldn’t leave him alone basically. I’ve made myself useful to him. But he...I mean Hoseok…” He struggles to find the words before he’s suddenly interrupted by another voice, higher yet still distinctly male.
“I’m the only one who can fight against the vampires.” Jumping and giving a tiny shriek, you hold the bag of cheese puffs to your chest as you look to your side. Climbing up the stairs to the little living area is Hoseok, his attire different to yesterday’s and you can’t help but stare in the light of day.
Black sweatpants adorn his legs, the waistband low enough for you to glimpse while a black workout shirt clings to his chest. Each breath he takes lets you see the outline of an incredibly toned abdomen, and the sleeveless shirt showcases his astonishing biceps. You can see now that he’s tall and lean, but nothing can hide the muscles that appear whenever he moves.
It’s almost too intimate to see him like this, with his feet bare and skin glistening golden with sweat, dark hair plastered to his forehead as he reaches into the fridge. The bottle he pulls out is dark, and you swear it almost looks like red wine in the light.
“Why you? I mean, you were fast yeah. But he was so fast, and so strong.” Hoseok chuckles, the sound reverberating in your very body until you swear you can feel him in your womb and you curse yourself silently. This man had killed someone in front of you yesterday, saved you from the worst incident in your life and here you were already thirsting over him.
“I know. But I’m just as fast. And just as strong.” He demonstrates this by jumping forward in one, long leap that takes him to the other side of the sofa. Squealing, you push yourself into Taehyung and watch as Hoseok sits down heavily in the matching armchair that sits to the side, his head resting against the back.
“How...how can you do that?!” You’re not entirely sure that you can get anymore words out, nor are you sure that you could grip Taehyung’s arm even tighter than you already are. He runs his hand along your arm soothingly, before looking at you firmly.
“You can’t freak out okay? Please don’t freak out when he tells you. Hoseok is the good guy, I swear.” He mutters and you frown, eyes flicking back over to the ridiculously attractive guy who incites both dual lust and slight fear in you.
Hoseok watches you quietly for a moment, his eyes moving down to your hands before he glances back up to catch your eyes. He really is arrestingly beautiful, and you wonder what on earth went on to put two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in the same room together.
But there’s a roughness to Hoseok that attracts you more, a slight darkness in his eyes and demeanour that makes your thighs clench unwillingly. And you felt it had nothing to do with his extraordinary fighting skills, nor the fact he killed someone yesterday.
Which you’ve still not forgotten yet.
Keeping his gaze firmly on yours, Hoseok unscrews his own bottle and takes a long, deep drink. Whatever he has is surprisingly thicker than you expected, and he grimaces as he drinks as if he’s unhappy with the taste of it.
It’s only when he pulls the bottle away, half of it empty already, that your stomach twists on itself furiously. His lips, a rosy pink before, are now stained red and as you watch, he licks his teeth clean to reveal two fangs that are sharper than either yours or Taehyung’s.
“Holy shit, holy shit-” You begin to gasp, fingers tightening on Taehyung’s arm even more until he’s whining lowly. Hoseok watches your reaction and sighs deeply, wiping his arm over his mouth before sitting forward and resting his forearms on his knees.
“Please don’t freak out. I have no intention of hurting you, just like I didn’t last night. Or this morning rather.” He sounds completely calm and you wonder how that’s possible when it feels like your mind is collapsing in on itself. How is Taehyung so calm?! He’s a vampire!
But then you suddenly note how his shoulder is currently in a ray of sunlight, perfectly unharmed, and how his eyes are still the warm brown that you saw last night. Not a hint of scarlet in his eyes like the vampire who had attacked you.
“How...how are you in the sunlight? I mean...that’s a thing right?” You whisper fervently, fingers moving to grip at Taehyung’s shirt until he grumbles and pushes you away slightly.
“It is a thing. Vampires can’t be in sunlight, it’s instant death for them. They burn up immediately like you saw last night. I’m not a vampire; I’m a half vampire. The correct name is a dhampir, but the bloodsuckers call me Night Stalker. I have their speed and strength but not their weakness to sunlight. My only weakness is that I need to consume blood, but I only use donated blood that is cold and I take no enjoyment from it.” Hoseok’s words are firm and the disgusted glance he gives his bottle makes you think he’s being truthful.
Taehyung interrupts though, raising a long fingered hand to point at the dhampir. “Kind of lying there. He does enjoy drinking blood, but he won’t do it like vampire’s do. And he won’t drink it warm. Only cold, so he doesn’t actually get the full sustenance he needs, but he’s capable of eating a certain amount of human food.”
Hoseok glares at him at that, baring his teeth slightly at the unwanted interruption from Taehyung.
“No one asked you, brat. My parents were originally human, but my mother was turned moments before I was born. She tried to hold on but it didn’t work. I didn’t fully turn, and we guess that it somehow merged together. I’ve never heard of another dhampir, and they sure don’t like me. My father took me and ran, before they found him again when I was sixteen. I’ve been on my own since then, until I found this mutt.” He gestures to Taehyung, but you can already see the underlying fondness he doesn’t want to let out.
“How old are you then? Are vampires immortal? Do you age?” You pepper him with questions, hoping that the more you know about him, the less afraid you’ll be. Though if you were being entirely honest, you struggled to truly be afraid of him. It’s hard to worry when he’d fought to save you last night, and had brought you here to keep you safe.
He doesn’t answer you for a moment, drinking the last of his bottle before placing it on the coffee table and sitting back. It’s absurd how much you want to sit on his lap and run your fingers through his hair, and you wonder if you’re experiencing that whole saviour complex thing where you fall in love with someone who saves you.
“I’m not immortal, I still age though my appearance seems to be taking longer to catch up. My human weakness and something I’ve no doubt the bloodsuckers rejoice every day about. Which is why I’m going to take out as many of them as I can before I finally go.” You watch him carefully, noting how calm and relaxed he seems as he lets his head rest.
“If you’re half vampire...why do you hate them so much? I mean...they’re half you.”
Taehyung pokes at your side lightly, a slight look of censure on his face which causes you to frown in response.
“They killed my father. They resulted in my mother’s death. They killed Taehyung’s family. They try to kill me repeatedly, just for existing. They kill thousands upon thousands of humans across the world without a single care. I can’t let them just exist.” His words are bitter and filled with anger while Taehyung simply plays with the seam of his trousers.
“But...by the same logic...humans kill millions of humans. We’re the worst thing this planet has seen. I mean...I’m not saying you’re wrong or anything, one did try to kill me.” Hoseok looks at you for a moment, those deep brown eyes focused so intently on you that it feels like he’s trying to look straight through you.
“True. But the humans have police. They have lawyers and judges and courts and prisons. The vampires have me. And that’s it.” You quieten at that, acknowledging that this words are likely true. It feels stupid to argue with him, as you know so little about the world they’ve been living in.
Silence falls over you all for a few minutes before Taehyung coughs, the sound sharp and almost nervous as if he’s afraid to break up the quiet atmosphere. Looking at him, he’s having some kind of silent conversation with Hoseok before he lets out a deep sigh and stands.
“Okay, as nice as this chat is. I think I should take you home now. We checked you over when you were brought in and there’s nothing wrong with you. And the vampires are dead so you’ll be completely safe. Just...pretend you didn’t know or something.” He says, standing up and gesturing for you to get up too.
Taehyung grabs your bag from one of the counters in the kitchen before handing it to you and heading down the stairs, grabbing some keys and starting up the Ford with a roar. You stand there for a moment before looking back at Hoseok, who remains sprawled in the armchair with one ankle resting on his other knee, his temple leant on his closed fist as he leans against the back.
“Stay safe little one. I hope I don’t see you again. And don’t walk home alone at 3 in the morning please. Take a taxi, even if it costs a little more.” He says, voice carefully flat and neutral. You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you nod your head in response.
“Thanks. For everything. You know, saving me and...bringing me back here. You’re not nearly as mean as you look.” Hoseok lips purse for a moment as he tries to stop his smile before he laughs, shaking his head while running his fingers through his hair.
“Thanks, I think? Was nice to see a woman in my bed, never had that happen before.” He grins and winks, causing a sizzle of excitement to zip through your stomach to between your legs. You’re not sure if he can sense your arousal but his lips twist in a smirk anyway as he gestures towards the car.
“Go. Taehyung is young and impatient.” Nodding to him once more, you run down the stairs and slip your shoes on before climbing into the tall truck with Taehyung. After giving him the directions, you watch the man still sat in the chair as the car backs out until you can’t see him anymore.
What a day.
-
The weeks pass by quickly after the ‘incident’ as you like to refer to it, until soon they become months. Your life continues on almost exactly as it had before, with you taking whatever shifts you can at the store while occupying your free time with online classes.
A rough childhood had meant that there had been no money for college, and you weren’t smart enough to qualify for scholarships. So a lot of scrimping and saving meant that you’d finally enrolled in an online degree at 26, and now 2 years later you only had 4 more years to go.
Easy. Then you’d finally be able to get a damn teaching job and you’d be set for life. A stable job meant stable money, which meant a stable lifestyle in turn.
Or at least, everything would be on the road to stability if a certain vampire hunter hadn’t rocked your world until nothing even looked the same anymore.
“You do have a home, don’t you? Or should I be charging you rent?” Hoseok’s voice is filled with exasperation as he climbs up the stairs to the living area, his heavy boots loud in the quietness of the warehouse. He stands there and watches you with a half annoyed, half bemused look on his face while his arms cross over his chest.
His usual black jeans are cupping his legs tightly while his protective body armour is still attached to his torso, a long sleeved dark grey shirt underneath. A leather belt is wrapped around his waist, specialised bullets in magazines slotted into compartments while two gun holsters hold the ridiculously large guns he has on either side.
Normally, he looks like he’s just gone out for a light walk when he goes out hunting. But today, he looks like he’s had a real fight. Hoseok’s lip is split with a trail of blood smeared on his chin, a dark bruise is blossoming on his cheek while a slash at his thigh reveals smooth skin with a healing cut.
Frowning, you immediately get up from the couch and abandon Taehyung to play his game of Mario Kart on his own as you move over to the dhampir. You’d found yourself incapable of not coming back to the strange duo over the last few months, an innate need to know that they are okay while also just wanting to be near them.
Taehyung had been resistant to you coming to them at first, wanting you to go and live your life while forgetting vampires exist. But it had taken you pointing out that your life had changed in ways you could have never considered before, and how could they expect you to go back now you knew this?
You felt a need to be near them, not only to make sure that they were okay but also for a strange sense of safety and comfort. The only thing you can think is that there is a part of your psyche that is saying if you are here, where Hoseok is, then you will be safe.
He’d backed off then, sighing deeply before acknowledging it with a heavy nod. Though he’d only agreed to let you stay if Hoseok was okay with it, and while the dhampir had grumbled and groaned intensely, his bark had proven far worse than any bite. Hoseok complained about your presence, but he’d never kicked you out. Nor had he even made any mention of it, which surprised you given how isolated he kept himself.
Taehyung had taken to teasing you about it, saying that Hoseok liked you and liked the female presence in his home. You often rolled your eyes at his childishness, but part of you grew warm when he said it and hoped it was true. Maybe it was just falling for someone who saved you, or maybe it’s because he was not only handsome and strong, but kind beneath his gruff exterior.
In order to make yourself useful, you made sure to clean their spaces so that they could focus on other things. Hoseok was usually out all night, while he spent his days either exercising, practicing or occasionally sleeping.
Apparently, he needed very little sleep in order to function. Which was just plain rude in your opinion.
Taehyung spent his time working on the vehicles, cleaning the guns or trying to create new weapons that could be used. He also had two cars that were hidden by one of the shelving units, both in various states of repair. Apparently he liked to buy old muscle cars and fix them up before selling them on for a profit.
It actually made you wonder what they did for money, as they evidently were not lacking it with the large space and all the gear and gadgets they had.
The younger man had also begun to show you how to fix things, starting with really small stuff and being way too enthusiastic when you actually did something. It made you feel like a child with the way he yelled out and clapped, looking way younger than his 29 years.
But today, you’d both taken a break to crack out the Mario Kart on Taehyung’s Switch. Apparently he preferred to both play and watch stuff on Hoseok’s television as it was bigger, and the sound system was much better too.
It was both fun and comforting, finding friendship after such a terrifying event and you enjoyed spending time with Taehyung, and Hoseok, in your free time. Definitely beat sitting in your tiny apartment on your own trying to do your homework. Though Taehyung was very diligent about making sure you completed that even while here, letting you borrow his state of the art laptop to do your work.
As fun as it was to play with him though, this was the first time you’d ever seen Hoseok injured and a surprising amount of worry was roiling in your stomach, making you feel slightly sick. He watches you intently as you move closer to him, your bare feet padding on the warm wooden floor until you’re standing before him.
Hoseok is taller than you anyway, and the extra inches his boots give him make him tower above you. Pushing up onto your very tip-toes, you take hold of his strong chin firmly and move his head from left to right to get a closer look at him.
A surprised sound leaves his lips which part slightly, eyes widening in shock at your movements and you sigh in exasperation as you peer closer.
“You got hurt! I’ve never seen you hurt before.” You whisper, running a thumb gently over his bruised cheek before moving it over the softness of his ruined lower lip. He lets out a low hiss as you touch the cut but he only gives a half hearted jerk of his head in protest.
“It’s fine, it happens occasionally. I heal fast, I just need to rest.” You can feel his warm breath kiss your fingertips and it makes you shiver slightly, the hairs on your arms standing on end. Part of you can tell that he’s noticed, taking in the way his pupils blow out slightly.
Shaking your head, you stand back and look him over. “Not good enough, where’s your medical stuff?” You ask him, only to get pressed lips in response. Sighing in exasperation, you turn to look at Taehyung who stands slowly and holds his hands up.
“It’s in the third cupboard up top. And on that note, I’m going to go. Have fun.” He grins his sweet box smile before brushing past you both, ignoring the way Hoseok growls after him and leaving through the side door of the warehouse. His trailer is parked behind the building, and you wonder for a moment why he decided to completely abandon you both.
Shaking your head, you move over to the kitchen and open the cupboard he’d specified. Hoseok follows slowly and it’s only because you’re paying close attention to him that you see the way he winces and holds his chest stiffly when he reaches into the fridge for a bottle.
“Hoseok! You’re not fine! Jesus, how hard did you get hit to hurt yourself even under your protector?” You exclaim, grabbing the medical kit and tugging him into his bedroom. He lets out a deep sigh before letting you drag him in, kicking off his boots at the entrance before sitting on the large bed with an overly exaggerated groan.
“I’ll be fine, I swear. It’s nothing.” He says, the tone of his voice almost whining and you stare at him in bemusement for a moment.
“You’ve never had a woman care for you before have you?” You would have no doubt that his father and Taehyung had cared for him in the past, but his attitude and the slight pink on his cheeks tells you that he’s not used to the persistent nature of what would normally be a mother or a girlfriend.
The deeper tinge of red on his cheeks lets you know that you’re right, even if he doesn’t respond for a moment. When he finally does, it’s your own cheeks that heat in embarrassment and chastisement at yourself.
“No, I haven’t. The only women I’ve ever even interacted with have been the women I either sleep with or the vampire women I hunt. No mother remember? And definitely no girlfriend.” He doesn’t say anything more and you pause, sitting next to him slowly as you open the kit and find the disinfectant.
Tipping a small amount out onto the cotton bud, you turn his head towards you and press it to the cut on his lip gently. He lets out a low breath that hisses through his teeth, wincing ever so slightly at the sting.
It’s only when you glance up that you realise how close you are to him and for a moment you freeze, fingers pressing the bud to his ripped lip. He stays quiet as well, eyes focusing on you with such intent that you feel almost suffocated and warm.
It’s truly unfair that he’s this beautiful, and you don’t even realise that your thumb is stroking the smooth skin of his cheek until he coughs almost awkwardly. Looking away, you place the bud onto the bed before taking another one and cleaning his face up a little more.
“You know...I know that Taehyung’s family got killed by vampires but...he’s never mentioned why you let him stay with you.” It’s something you’d been curious about for a while now, particularly as Hoseok isn’t exactly the most outgoing person whereas Taehyung is evidently the opposite. “I think he thinks of you as a big brother.”
Hoseok’s silent for a moment before he nods slowly. “I heard of a planned vampire attack in that area and went to try and stop it. I was only 20 at the time and...inexperienced still. I was too late for his family but...I saved him. He kind of latched on...a little like you. And like you...I couldn’t find it in me to brush him off. He was only fifteen and he’d lost everything, a year younger than me when I lost everything. Only he didn’t know this world existed. So I took him in and he’s never let go since.”
Despite the slight exasperation to his voice, you can hear the thread of fondness that twines its way through him and you can’t help but smile. Tapping at his protector, you gesture for him to take it off and ignore the scandalised look he gives you.
“Come on, take it off. I want to check, even if you’re going to be grumpy about it.” He glares for a moment before once more proving that despite being half vampire, he’s got no bite as he unstraps himself. He’d taken his guns off in the kitchen, so you watch as he throws the protector across the room before tugging his shirt off.
Your mouth goes dry at the sight of his exposed chest, breath fluttering in your lungs as you take in the sight of him. The closest you’d seen to this was when he wore sleeveless shirts, and you find yourself more attracted to him than ever.
Tanned skin covers toned muscle, the planes of his chest smooth while his abdominal muscles move enticingly with each slow breath. You don’t do anything for a moment, your fingers aching to touch him, until he looks at you with a dark brow raised and you snap back into yourself.
His lower left ribs are already black and purple, signifying that he probably has some internal damage going on. Frowning, you gently press on one of his ribs and flinch at the feral growl that erupts from him in response before he’s murmuring gently.
“Sorry, sorry. It’ll be okay. Just...bandage it, it’s the only thing you can do.” He mutters, looking back down at his hands. Nodding even though he can’t see, you take out the large bandage and shuffle behind him, swallowing as you carefully bandage him up in the exact way he tells you. It’s hard to ignore the fact your fingers are running along his velvet soft skin, but you tell yourself you have to.
“How do you get money for this place? I mean...I know Taehyung fixes up cars but that’s not quick. And he’s pretty specialised with his engineering and computer stuff, but vampire hunting can’t bring in money.” You ask, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Hoseok lets out a choked breath as you tighten the bandage before breathing out slowly. “Tae knew how to do some mechanic stuff before I found him, but he studied it more from me. I learnt how to fix cars and all that shit when my dad died. I needed jobs fast, and there’s always work for mechanics. Given I didn’t need to sleep much, I’d work in garages in the day and as a bouncer at bars at night.”
Snorting, you imagine Hoseok working as a bouncer at a bar. You don’t even need to ask to know that he did a good job.
“Taehyung may not look or act it, but he actually has a master’s degree in computer engineering. Fixing cars is a hobby of his that I indulged him in, but his main shit is computers. He builds them for people and charges crazy amounts, he builds websites, does a bit of coding for games and stuff on the side. To him it’s not work, it’s just relaxing. And he takes on a few...possibly not endorsed by the police work too. Though don’t tell anyone that.” He looks behind then, giving you a stern look that you presume is meant to keep your silence.
Chuckling, you nod your head as you finish bandaging him up before moving back to his side. Watching as he checks over the bandage, you tilt your head and ask another question, unwilling to let the conversation end.
While he’s always been willing to talk to you, he’s never been quite so willing to share.
“How did he afford college? And a master’s? I’m only 2 years into a degree online and it’s taken me forever to be able to afford this. Not that I can really afford it. Maybe I should take you up on living here.” Hoseok looks at you with amused quirk of his brow.
“Is this like the shitty version of Professor Xavier’s school or something? Taking in wayward strays?” Staring at him for a moment, you can’t help the laugh of actual happiness that leaves you. Sometimes you feel Hoseok is older than his 34 years, so it’s surprising to hear him make pop culture references sometimes.
“What? No. You wish. You’d never be as hot as Patrick Stewart,” A snort of disbelief comes from your side and you nudge his arm lightly. “Seriously though. How did he afford it? If you raised him, then I doubt he was able to afford it normally.”
Hoseok goes quiet for a moment and looks down at his hands before his shoulders lift and fall in a deep exhale. “I paid for it. It’s not something that was an option for me, but I wanted it to be an option for him. Bloodsuckers fucked my life up from the moment I was born, but he still had a life. I tried to encourage him to leave, but he won’t leave me behind. So I wanted to make sure he got educated as well as he could be, and as much as he wanted. I don’t have any blood family left in the world, but I have Taehyung. I don’t do emotions very well but...he’s my little brother. And if he’s being stuck with me, then I want to make sure he’s happy.”
You have to bite your lip hard to stop tears from welling at his quiet admission, the sheer love and emotion in every word so evident of how much Hoseok truly cares for the bubbly Taehyung. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Hoseok is closed off to the world, but given his life story you understand. So it makes you happy that he has Taehyung at least.
“I think he knows. Your grumbling is just your way of affection. That’s what he’s told me many times. So if that’s the truth then you’re evidently in love with me.” Your words are light and airy, just a hint of teasing in them that makes his chuff out a laugh as he shakes his head.
“Totally ruining my badass vampire hunter status, you know that?” He looks over at you with a sardonic look, causing you to grin. Without even thinking, you lean over and press a featherlight kiss to his bruised cheek.
The moment your lips touch his skin, you freeze as your action suddenly filters through into your brain and alarm bells begin screaming. Hoseok freezes as well, his body stilling until you’re not even sure he’s breathing.
Moving away slightly, you don’t realise he’s moving his head until suddenly your noses bump against each other. His breath is hot against your mouth, and it’s like the heat spreads in a direct arrow to your core, lighting up your body.
His eyes aren’t looking at you, but are focused on your lips as his breathing stutters slightly. The wetting of his lips with his tongue causes him to brush against your own, and you can’t help the way you softly press your mouth to his, carefully avoiding the cut on his lip.
Hoseok’s lips are petal soft and surprisingly cool, unresponsive at first before he hesitantly moves them against your own almost as if he’s unsure of himself. You know that he’s done this before though, as not only did he admit it earlier but Taehyung has told you that he usually has his trysts away from the warehouse.
And yet for someone who’s so bold and brash while fighting, strong and foreboding when dressed up for a hunt and with an aura of something dark lying underneath his mellow exterior, when he finally kisses you properly it’s with a tenderness you never expected.
His mouth tilts a little to find the perfect position to slot against your lips and you open your own without question when his warm tongue slowly trails along the seam. He’s not particularly dominant at the moment, content with carefully exploring your mouth with a curious tongue that dances with your own slowly and just a little eagerly.
You might even think that perhaps Hoseok isn’t interested in any kind of power play during intimate moments like this, or maybe even he’s a little submissive until your tongue nicks against one his sharper incisors.
The pain is fleeting, so miniscule that you barely notice it and it’s only because his fangs aren’t nearly as sharp as a vampires that he didn’t cut you any deeper. But his response is immediate and strong, his hands gripping tightly at your thighs as a deep growl rumbles from his chest, up his throat and into his mouth.
His kiss becomes deeper and more intense, mouth almost fighting with yours even though you’re offering no resistance and he runs his tongue along the area he’d nicked constantly. You don’t even recognise what he’s doing, far too caught up in the passionate kiss until suddenly he pulls away from you like you’d electrocuted him.
Sitting at the end of the bed and staring down at his hands which now rest on his thighs, you watch with big eyes as his chest heaves for breaths and his brow creases into a frown. Reaching forward slowly, you’re surprised when he gives a low snarl and snaps at you, the click of his teeth audible.
“Leave. Please.” His voice is strained and he looks away, chiseled jaw clenching until the delightful tendons in his neck are all you can see. Hoseok’s hands clench tightly against his sides and your eyes drop down to the cut on his thigh.
“I still need to treat your thigh.” You whisper in confusion, frowning yourself at his reaction. Hoseok shakes his head furiously and points at the door.
“Please just go. It’ll heal on its own, I swear. Please.” Hoseok has never begged for anything so far, and you have a suspicion that extends to his general life as well. Something about that kiss had evidently triggered him, and part of you wonders if he’s angry at kissing you.
It’s only when you run your tongue along your teeth that you feel the sore spot that makes you wince slightly and you realise, the lightbulb going off in your head. Oh.
Nodding, you get up from the bed and head over to the door, turning around and looking over him carefully. It’s the most emotional you’ve ever seen Hoseok, and you wonder momentarily why he’s had such a visceral reaction to tasting your blood. Surely it’s only natural for a half-vampire to find it tastes good or something?
“It’s okay Hoseok. Really. Please don’t beat yourself up. I wanted that kiss as much as you did, and you did nothing wrong.” You leave before he can respond, heading out to find Taehyung and letting Hoseok calm down.
-
It’s perhaps unsurprising that the atmosphere between Hoseok and you is a little more tense in the following weeks. He’s still perfectly polite to you, but there’s a barrier to his mannerisms that tells you he’s holding you at arm’s length.
Taehyung notices it almost immediately, but he chooses to remain polite and not intrude into the personal lives of you both. Instead, he opts to make subtle comments that have you rolling your eyes as he may as well just bluntly say what he thinks.
Three weeks after the ill-fated kiss between you both, Taehyung evidently has enough of watching the powerful and proud vampire hunter tip toe meekly around you. From underneath the old Camaro he’s bought to fix up, he decides that now is the perfect time to bring up the awkward half-undead elephant in the room.
“So what happened between you and Hoseok? And don’t tell me nothing. I’ve never seen that man look as awkward as he does around you. I’m pretty sure I even saw him blush last week for fuck sake.” His voice is muffled by the car, but that does nothing to stop his words reaching your ears and causing your own body to heat.
“Are you really sure you’d should be butting into his private life?” You ask quietly, crouching down next to the car and resting a palm against the cool door.
Taehyung rolls out for a moment, chest even broader looking in the plain white shirt he’s wearing that’s currently stained in grease. Giving you a raised brow in response, he reaches for the tool he needs before rolling back underneath.
“He’s been butting into my private life for the last fourteen years so yeah, I do. Also...you’re the first person he’s ever let in here and the closest he’s ever gotten to a friend who wasn’t me. I know he’s a little rough around the edges, okay a lot rough, and he’s very gruff and...okay, you know what? He’s not really great boyfriend material for most people, but you get him. I just…” He rolls back out and lets his head flop back, sighing deeply.
“Hoseok tried really hard for me, to try and make sure I have a life as normal as it could possibly get when living with a dhampir vampire hunter. And he’s always refused to let himself live at least part of a normal life, like he feels he needs to be punished or something. I...is it dumb to just want him to be happy too? Maybe I’m getting too far ahead of myself here, but I want him to have a reason to come home every night that isn’t an obligation to me.” You watch him quietly before pressing a hand to his abdomen playfully.
“No, it makes sense. I get what you mean. Even I’ve got the feeling that Hoseok is only driven by anger and revenge sometimes. But he does care for you too. And...we kissed. He freaked out though when his fang caught my tongue and cut it a little.” Taehyung says nothing for a moment before nodding slowly, jaw locking before his dusky brown eyes focus on yours.
“I don’t think he’s ever actually bitten anyone before, or at least he’s never told me he has. He’s super against it,” There’s a moment of quiet before his lip quirks. “He’s resting in his bedroom right now.” He says, face carefully turning neutral and you squint at him before poking at the softness of his cheek.
“Are you trying to get me in bed with him? Even after what I just told you?” You tease lightly, causing him to snort loudly before rolling his eyes and disappearing back under the car.
“Yes, duh. He’s not slept with anyone since you started showing up and he’s turning even moodier than normal. You’re attracted to him, he’s attracted to you and he needs to just get fucked frankly. So please, do me a solid and blow his mind.” You gawp at him even though he can’t see, body going warm with dual embarrassment and lust at the thought of having Hoseok how you’d fantasised for a long time now.
Pushing at his hip, the closest bit of him you can reach, you tut loudly before standing. “You’re ridiculous. I am not sleeping with him.”
Taehyung doesn’t respond except for a muffled chuckle, leaving you to abandon the mechanic underneath the car while you head over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for you both. It’s only when you close the door that you hear light thuds and heavy breathing coming from the door you’d never had reason to go behind in the kitchen, causing you to tilt your head as you look at it.
Placing the bottles down, you move over and turn the handle slowly before opening the door. Inside is a large room, with a floor you recognise from martial arts studios while racks of various weight lifting instruments line one wall.
In the centre though, is Hoseok and you watch in fascination as he moves fluidly and swiftly across the space. Each movement is calculated and the supple muscles of his arms bunch and contract with ease as he flows through whatever routine he has in his mind.
The glint of his sword’s blade as it swings through the air is almost mesmerising, his movements so fast that it whistles as it slices through dead air. His weight shifts between his feet within seconds, always allowing him to remain balanced and ready for anything before he shifts and swings around on one foot, leg kicking high in the air as he whips his body around before his sword follows in what would be a brutal and devastating dual attack if he was in a fight.
Coming to a pause slowly, there’s no further sound other than his heavy breathing and you slowly begin to edge out of the room. Pointless, because of course he was aware of your presence.
“Enjoy the show?” Hoseok asks, kneeling down on the floor to carefully sheathe his sword before he runs through a few stretches to cool himself down. It should be considered cruel that you have to watch him as he contorts his body into effortless positions, stretching out his muscles and making your throat dry.
“Taehyung said you were resting. This isn’t resting.” Is all you respond with, hoping it covers up for anything you may possibly be thinking about him. He says nothing for a few moments before letting out a quiet laugh and nodding his head, standing up and heading over to you.
The dark grey workout pants and tight shirt do nothing to hide his body, and despite your words to Taehyung you find yourself hoping that something will happen. Because it’s really not fair that he looks this good around you.
“This is my version of resting,” He moves past you out into the kitchen, placing his sword carefully on the island counter before reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. You’re not as surprised anymore that he does actually consume normal food and drink, but it does nothing to stop your libido as he takes a healthy swig and a trickle of water escapes the seal of his lips, slowly trailing down his glistening neck.
Lips pursing as you lean against the cool fridge, you run your eyes along him once more. He simply stands there and watches you in turn, his brow cocking in a way that just makes you want to bite along that exquisite jawline of his.
“I usually just go in the bath. Or binge watch Netflix on the couch.” He says nothing for a moment before his breath puffs out of him in a laugh, shoulders rising while his lips turn up in a reluctant smile.
Nodding, he throws his empty bottle into the recycling bin before he’s heading over to his bedroom door, looking back at you with a slightly amused face. “I’ve noticed. I’m really glad our Netflix subscription is getting plenty of use with you.”
His sarcasm isn’t even remotely subtle and you gasp out, following him with an outraged expression without even realising what you’re doing. “Okay Mister Broody, but you evidently have no issue with this as I came over once to find my own account set up on it. Princess Bella ring any bells?”
It’s only when you realise that he’s in the process of stripping off his shirt that it registers in your mind that you’ve followed him into his bedroom. A place you’ve only ever been twice, with his explicit permission. The ripple of muscles in his abdomen has a corresponding clench of your own inner muscles, breath suddenly a little short as he throws the shirt with his other washing.
“You can thank Taehyung for that. If I was going to give you a nickname, it certainly wouldn’t be that airhead from Twilight.” Your lust filled reverie is broken at his words and you frown in response, a shocked laugh leaving you as you inadvertently move closer to him.
“Was that...you know the main characters name from Twilight? You’ve seen Twilight? Seriously? You know...you’d make a good Edward.” He pauses for a moment with wide eyes before shifting until his back faces you, coughing lightly.
“Wow, why not just insult me some more? Do I look like I sparkle to you or something?” Hoseok looks back at you with an expectant face and you snort, pressing your hand to your mouth while your other is pressed to your stomach.
Shrugging lightly, you can’t stop the amused expression on your face at his outrage. “I dunno...you’ve got the whole ‘oh woe is me and my life’ thing down pretty well so…” Your words trail off and he snarls noiselessly, eyes narrowing before he moves closer to you.
The way he moves reminds you of when you saw him walking down the alley towards you; self assured, primal and completely in control of himself. You quiver slightly in response, wondering what it says about you that you find the touch of danger more than arousing.
Moving into your personal space, you try hard to keep your eyes trained on him as his lips quirk up slightly. “If you’re seriously comparing me to that repressed virgin, then maybe I should kick you out.”
Hoseok pauses when he’s only inches from your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before darting back to your own eyes quickly. Inhaling deeply, you fist your hands for a moment to gain the courage before pushing up onto your toes to press a quick and chaste kiss to his lips.
It’s fast, and you’re back down on your feet, not giving him the chance to even respond. Blinking a few times, he simply stares at you for a moment before moving forward until your back is pressed to the wall and he’s leaning closer
“God, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.” He whispers, frustration and conflict whipping through him as his body stiffens. Raising a shaking hand, you press it to his chest firmly, feeling his heart beating strongly underneath it.
“Hoseok...I want this. Please...please.” Your voice is light, and you’re positive his sensitive hearing makes it sound even louder than the hushed words you can hear. Hoseok fights for a moment, conflicted emotions crossing over his face before he finally growls out a curse before dipping his head and catching your lips in a fierce kiss.
Gasping out at the sheer force of lips on you, he takes advantage and slides his tongue into your mouth while one hand moves up to cup your head, keeping you at the perfect angle for his oral assault. His other moves down your body, the warm digits almost blazing against your sensitive skin until they reach your ass, squeezing the fleshy muscle hard over your patterned leggings.
Moaning low in his throat, you feel the vibrations through his chest as he pushes against you hard until you feel like he’s trying to force you through the wall itself. Tiny whimpers leave your own mouth into his as he licks into you, as if he’s trying to memorise every part of you while he can and your hands press at his chest, fingers clawing against his warm skin.
He pulls away suddenly, and you whine low at the loss of him against you while another part of you shudders in fear that maybe he’s rejecting you again. But one glance at him tells you that you’re wrong, and the darkened lust in his eyes makes your core clench tightly with reciprocated need.
“Are you sure? One hundred percent positive about this?” Hoseok asks, keeping you far enough away from him to ensure that your response is legitimate. Nodding quickly, you reach for him and grasp the waistband of his sweats and tug until his groin is pressed against yours.
The hardness hidden underneath is unbelievably arousing as it presses against your stomach and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down back into a furious and messy kiss. He resists for a moment before his entire body suddenly relaxes, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth as he bends slightly before lifting you up.
Wrapping your arms around his waist instinctively, you both moan out at the friction caused when his erection rubs against your heated core and you roll your hips once more to simulate it again. Hoseok breaks the seal of your kiss to let his head fall back on his shoulders, revealing that delicious expanse of throat to you that you’d admired in the alley long ago.
Not even wasting a moment, you take advantage and latch onto the velvety skin there, sucking a bruise into the unblemished canvas there before lazily moving your tongue along the tendon that strains at your movements. His hands on your thighs grip even tighter until it’s almost painful, your quiet whimper and wince causing him to relax.
Turning, he moves over to the bed quickly and deposits you on it before crawling on top of you and pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck. They’re wet and loud, creating a messy picture of lust on your skin and all you can do is grip his hair tightly while your hips undulate to try and find the missing pressure of his hard on.
His touch gets more sensual against you slowly, his mouth pressing against you for longer and the suctioning pressure of his kisses even stronger as his hands run along your waist and stomach in long, slow strokes that send blazing hot bolts of pleasure to your pussy. Whimpering quietly, you press his mouth to you even harder while your other hand tries to press at the small of his back, pushing at the hot skin there to try and get his hips to meet yours.
You don’t even realise that something’s not right with the way he begins to lavish attention on a certain part of your throat, pulse pounding loudly in your ears as you gasp and mumble random encouragements to him. His mouth is pressing firmly to the muscle of your neck and it’s only when you feel the blunt pressure of his teeth as they press against the paper thin skin there that you realise.
Pushing slightly at his chest, he suddenly breaks away and forces himself into a kneeling position. Hoseok’s face is a pattern of confliction, lust mixing with unhidden desire and you’re not entirely sure if it’s for what’s between your legs or what’s running through the artery on your neck.
Looking closely at him, you note the way his deep brown eyes have taken on the slightest red tinge and you realise how closely he likely has come to losing control. Reaching for his hands, you take them and grip them tightly in reassurance before laying them on your stomach, pushing your shirt over your head and slipping your bra off as you do so.
The revelation of your breasts distracts him for a moment and he groans out loud, brows creasing as his hands wander along the skin of your stomach before he’s cupping them almost reverently. Your breath leaves you on a low moan as his fingers run along the sensitive skin before he rolls the buds of your nipples between his thumbs and fingers slowly.
“You can bite me...if you want. I won’t say no to you.” He looks at you with horror when you say that, hands pausing on your chest as his brow creases. Shaking his head, he lets one hand run along the curve of your waist before letting it rest on your thigh.
“Don’t say that. You don’t want that. I saved you from that, you shouldn’t want that. And I don’t want it. That’s...that’s what bloodsuckers do.” He spits the words out and you watch as his jaw clenches, teeth bared and allowing you to see the baby vampire teeth he has.
Pushing up onto your elbows, you reach out and run your fingers along his toned stomach and watch as the muscles jerk at your touch. “I don’t want you to kill me, but I trust you. I don’t think you would. And you need it right? Some humans are into that kind of stuff and maybe I’d like it?”
He hisses at that, the sound inhuman and causing a shiver to run up your spine. You really shouldn’t find it as attractive as you do, yet your thighs tighten around his waist without you even meaning to.
Hoseok doesn’t notice though, and instead leans forward to tap at your neck. “This right here? This is an artery. If I bite that, then you die. It’s not romantic like all the stupid vampires in pop culture. Imagine a hose filled with water and then cutting it with a knife. That water sprays everywhere. That’s what happens when you cut an artery and then you’re dead in minutes. It’s the vampires choice of meal as it’s quick and fast. Quick because their victim bleeds out and fast because they don’t have to put much effort in to get a full course meal. It’s not sexy, it’s just painful.”
Watching him with wide eyes, you sit up until your noses are almost pressed together. Hoseok lets out a deep sigh before letting his forehead rest against yours, hand falling from your breast to simply rest on your waist.
“Don’t you have like...healing properties or something? Or is that just another myth too?”
He huffs out a laugh against your lips, pressing a slow and lazy kiss to them before pulling away and watching you through half lidded eyes. “A little, but it’s not enough to heal an artery bite. And you don’t get as much blood from anywhere else.”
“How do you know you have that too?”
Closing his eyes, he lets out an almost deep purr as you run your fingers through his hair rhythmically. “My father. He had to figure out what I could and couldn’t do. When I was a baby, he mixed his own blood with my milk. When I was older, he’d made me bite his arm to see if I could heal it. It’s the only time I’ve ever bitten someone.”
“Your dad was a good man.” He nods for a moment, and you’d be worried that the moment was gone if it wasn’t for the fact his thumbs are rubbing sensual circles on your inner thighs, so close to your pussy that you’re physically aching for his touch. “And I don’t think you should beat yourself up for what you are, you can’t help that. If you want to bite me...somewhere else...then I’m okay with that. You might hate it and that’s fine, or you might love it and that’s equally fine. But I want this.”
Hoseok is silent and you worry that he’s going to reject you before he slowly trails his nose down your skin, pushing you back onto the bed before licking a blazing trail of desire down your neck and to your chest. Reaching your breasts, he caresses them with experienced fingers while his mouth sucks hot kisses into your flesh, grinning when you let out a cry as he tweaks your nipple between two fingers.
You’re positive that you’re just going to be a mess of passion induced bruises by the end when he suddenly pauses, his nose pressed to the swell of your breast before he flicks his eyes up to you. They’re hard and unyielding, making your inner muscles clench around nothing as you spot the dominance you’d suspected weeks ago rising up in him.
“Are you sure? If you say yes now, then I’m not going easy on you. That’s not my favourite sex, and I really want to show you the way I like it.” Swallowing, you shake with desire as his rasping words reach your ears while his eyes keep you hooked. Nodding slowly, a ridiculously beautiful grin spreads his handsome face, though there’s nothing warm or pleasant about it.
“Tell me a safeword. A word that you’re going to use if you can’t take it anymore. If you use it, then I’ll stop.” You can’t even stop the way your eyes widen, and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out he can literally smell your arousal at this rate.
“Twilight.” The unexpected word breaks his character for a moment and he looks at you in shock before he’s pressing his lips together to try and stop his smile from spreading. Nodding his head, he lets out a deep laugh before sucking an almost painful kiss into your flesh.
His fingers move down your body to hook into the waistband of your leggings before he’s tugging harshly, a loud ripping noise reverberating around the quiet room and you still in shock. Looking down, you see that he’s literally ripped your leggings in half and simply throws them over his shoulders after he slips them off your legs. Your underwear follows soon and you send a silent thanks that he hadn’t decided to destroy that too.
“Hoseok, that wa-” Anything you’re going to say disappears when he runs his fingerpads along your drenched slit, dipping them inside until they circle your entrance before running them up to your engorged clit. Rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves, he slips back down to add more wetness, making the slide of his fingers even easier and more pleasurable as you let out a loud groan.
Hoseok keeps the pressure on your centre, the muscles in his arm flexing as he circles his hand in compact and controlled circles that has your breath shuddering out of your chest. Your hips circle of their own accord, unsure of whether to keep his attention where it is or trying to push him away to prevent the painful pleasure he’s causing.
Your eyes are clenched closed as he rubs at you incessantly, fingers slipping down until he slides two slowly inside you and begins to stroke at the bundle of nerves on your inner walls. It’s almost annoying how easily he’s able to find what pleasures you most, yet you bite at your hand to try and keep your soft gasps inside when he uses the heel of his palm to press at your clit, so every thrust of his hand rubs at you until you’re whining.
It’s why you don’t notice the way he stares hungrily at you, eyes focused on your heaving chest as you try hard to catch your breath in the midst of his pleasure. Nor do you notice when he leans down, until suddenly his tongue is laving hot and wet attention to the mound of your breast, the dual sensation as he sucks your nipple into his mouth causing you to almost shriek.
The only warning you get that he’s going to bite is the slight scratch of his fangs before you feel a sharp pain, the sensation making you jolt. Looking down, you automatically clench around Hoseok’s fingers even tighter as you take in the overwhelmingly erotic sight of him sucking on you, a deep and guttural groan leaving him while his hips suddenly rock into your thigh as he dry humps your leg in response to each harsh pull of his throat.
Hoseok’s eyes open suddenly and he looks up at you with dark lust, completely unhidden and you choke slightly as he detaches from you, letting you see the two neat little bite marks on you while he licks at his teeth slowly. They have a slight red stain that should be disturbing, but the way he shudders when he licks the taste away has you quivering underneath him.
“Good?” You ask, words quivering slightly as he lets out a long and deep exhale with closed eyes. Looking at you with those unbelievably dark eyes, he grins slightly before pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. You get the impression he doesn’t want you to taste yourself like that, but you chase his mouth until he’s kisses you deeply, tongue thrusting into you at the same pace his fingers move inside you.
Moving away slightly, he groans out and nods. “Yeah, holy shit yeah. But that’s not all I want to taste of you.” He murmurs against your jaw, pressing a kiss there before sliding down the bed until he’s facing your exposed pussy.
Twisting his fingers in you until you tighten around him, he wastes no time and dives in, letting his tongue swirl around your clit to coat the wet muscle in the taste of you before he runs it up you slowly, letting himself feel every inch of you in excruciating detail. The pleasure he causes as he does so has you whining out, fingers tugging at his hair and grasping with need as he sucks your clit into his mouth, a vacuum of pressure that he makes even better when he flicks at you with the tip of his tongue.
The man knows how to use his tongue, and he reminds that you he’s pretty damn good with his fingers too when he curls them up to press incessantly on the spot that makes you sob out in pleasure. “Oh god Hoseok, oh please. Hoseok please, I’m gonna come.”
You’re not even lying, as the elastic in your stomach has been stretching itself thin with each movement of his hand and the hot heat of his tongue on you only adds to it until you’re quivering under him, thighs tightening around his head until he has to push at one with his free hand to stop you from trying to suffocate him.
He detaches for a few seconds to simply look up at you with that dark gaze of dominance as he bares his teeth at you. “Then cum for me, princess.” The deep tone to his voice that brokers no arguments combines vividly with how he sucks on your clit so hard, fingers moving inside you so quickly that all you can hear is the lewd sounds of squelching wetness and you’re orgasming violently around him.
Ragged cries leave your mouth as you convulse around his fingers rhythmically and your body shudders, hands pulling even tighter at Hoseok’s hair until the vibrating rumble of his groan has you whimpering in overstimulation on your clit. He keeps going until you’re making soft cries before finally pulling away and giving you a salacious grin.
Removing his fingers slowly, he lifts them up and lets you see the slick wetness on them, separating them and grinning as it strings together. Keeping his eyes firmly on you, he slots them into his mouth and sucks your flavour clean off him before reaching forward, running them along your lips until you open for him.
Immediately he’s sliding his fingers inside the wet heat of your mouth, letting them run along your tongue until all you can taste is both yourself and him as he grins darkly. “You taste good princess, but I hope you’re ready for the next course.”
Snorting, you want to tell him how cheesy he sounds only you end up yelping when he suddenly lifts you with a strength that’s far beyond a human. With consumate ease, he’s flipped you over and is rubbing soothing circles into your ass as you kneel there for him, dripping pussy facing him as you already clench around nothing in excitement for his cock.
Looking behind you lazily, you note the way he tugs his sweatpants and underwear off, letting his hard on bob in the air as he moves to the drawer next to the bed. Reaching out, you grasp the hot skin that sheathes his steel erection and stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he shudders in response and lets out a soft gasp as you run your thumb over his slit.
Pushing your hand away slowly, he also picks something up from the floor before he’s crawling back onto the bed, kneeling behind you. A rip of foil has your brows raising and you look behind, surprised to see him rolling a condom on. He takes in the sight with an amused smirk before slapping the skin of your ass harshly, the skin smarting from the touch as he rubs at it soothingly.
“I’m only half undead. Still alive enough to be fertile and I’m not particularly interested in kids right now. Even if I think this pussy might be worth it.” Your mouth opens in a little ‘ah’ as you nod in acknowledgement, wiggling your hips in desperate need to feel his thick length inside you.
“Give me your wrist,” You frown but do so, feeling his strong hand hold it firmly before he’s reaching for your other wrist as well. Something is tying them together until your cheek is resting firmly against the pillow and he’s running his hand along your back soothingly. “You can breathe right? If you get uncomfortable, tell me.”
Wow, okay, you didn’t expect to be tied up with him already but the lack of free movement has you clenching around nothing while a soft moan leaves your mouth with need. Rocking your hips back, your moan is louder when you feel him rub the tip of his cock against your soaked entrance slowly, letting it slide between your legs as he dry fucks you with just enough pressure to make your clit tingle with desire and pleasure already.
“You’re being a good girl for me princess.” He coos to you, bending over until he’s kissing at your shoulder. Shivering, you let out a moan as you press your face further into the pillow as your fingers try to grasp at anything, only succeeding in brushing against his stomach.
As he sucks a bruising kiss into your skin, he also breeches you slowly as the bulbous head of his cock slides into you. Groaning out loud, you try hard to push back on him as he slips into you, moving slowly and surely until he’s bottomed out in you, balls resting against your soaked clit.
“Oh god Hoseok.” You whisper, squeezing around his solid intrusion and enjoying the way he twitches in response while his hips flex, pressing him even further into you. A grunt leaves his mouth as he pushes up, hand hooking onto the restraints at your wrists and tugging you slightly up as you breath heavily.
“This is a very pretty pussy you have princess, I think I’m going to enjoy ruining it.” Hoseok hisses into your ear, teeth scraping against the outer shell as he pulls out slowly before thrusting back into you harsh enough that the sound of skin slapping against skin joins the wet squelch of your pussy as his cock moves in you.
The only thing you can do is moan low, almost rasping as he begins to set up in a rhythm that has you being pushed into the bed further with each thrust, his hips pistoning sharply into your ass to have you gasping. A grunt from him lets you know that he’s enjoying it just as much and you clench around him, crying out at the increased pleasure from every movement.
His slap is just as hard as before and you can feel your ass jiggle and smart as he spanks you in repercussion, the slight pain dissolving into pleasure and causing you to do it again. Each spank has you choking out a moan as your hips rotate to encourage him further, and you know that you’re being a little bit of a brat as he hisses at you and grips your hips tighter than ever.
The hand on your restraints tugs suddenly and you fly backwards, hitting his chest as he snarls into your ear and mouths along the exposed skin of your neck. “Someone needs to learn some manners.” He hisses into you, biting down gently on your shoulder with just enough force to make you shiver but not enough to break the skin.
Your own head falls back against him as your hips gyrate against him, his thrusts deeper than before and hitting your g-spot with absolute ease as he fucks up into you. A rasping moan leaves you as he arches your back almost uncomfortably before he brings his free hand up to wrap around your throat.
His fingers dance around the skin there, featherlight before he grips a little tighter and you can feel your air cutting off slightly. Part of you would be worried, but it bizarrely increases the amount of pleasure you receive as you clench around him tighter than before, an almost vice like grip on the intoxicating length inside you.
“Be a good princess for me.” He groans out, licking at the sweat that’s lining your shoulder before squeezing a little tighter on your throat. It’s only because of the months of trust you’ve built with him, even if it may not look like much to others, that you still feel safe and secure in his arms.
When you’re bucking against him and letting out tiny noises of need, he lets go of your throat to slide it down the front of your body slowly, palm flat and heated against your stomach before he finally reaches your clit and enticingly rubs at it.
His arm holding your restraints leaves you to wrap around your waist, keeping you anchored to him as he fucks into you, fingers working hard in a double momentum that has pleasure shorting out your mind. Sobbing out, you beg him for a release until he laughs against your skin, breath dancing against you as he sucks a kiss into your neck.
“Cum for me princess, let me hear how loud you can get.” He murmurs into your ear once more, nose pressing into you while he increases his pace. At this rate, the only sounds in the room are the slick wet noises coming from your pussy as his cocks rams into you, the incessant slapping of skin and the dual moans and pants from you both.
You swear he’s not moving at a human pace right now, his hips hitting yours so hard that the only reason you’re still speared on him is because of the arm around your waist while you mewl out as his fingers work you harder and faster than you’ve ever been able to.
It all becomes too much quickly and you explode around him, head slamming back onto his shoulder as you cry out loudly, the sounds ragged and broken as your body tries to convulse hard enough to push him away and out of you. He holds on tightly throughout, hips ramming forward to sheathe himself in you even when it feels like your pussy is trying to push him out.
The crackling electricity that sizzles through your body as the orgasm floods your system has your breath shuddering when you come back to your senses, blinking blearily as he uses your tired body. Each thrust causes a burst of sensation to generate from your inner walls and you let out a tired cry as he chases his own high.
“Fuck, fuck princess. You’re so fucking tight now.” He pants out into your neck, forehead pressed against you as his hips work even faster to get himself there. The smooth rhythm he’d generated earlier is vanishing quickly as he begins to become sloppy and jerky before he presses into you hard with a deep, guttural groan.
The angle you’re at has you feeling the way he twitches inside you with each convulsion of his own orgasm, his hips making the tiniest of jerks to provide him the friction he needs to finish completely.
Now the room is only filled with the heavy breathing from you both, his own hot against your back as he holds you against him for a few moments longer. Already you can feel him softening inside you before he’s slipping out of you and shuffling backwards.
His hands untie the restraints at your wrists before they’re rubbing at them soothingly, trying to get rid of any possible pain you may be having. They move up your arms slowly before he massages your shoulders, pressing a single kiss to the middle of your back before he gently pushes you to the bed.
You slump down happily, watching lazily as he stands and heads into the bathroom. When he comes back, he cleans you up almost gently before checking you over to make sure he hasn’t hurt you too much. He seems almost hesitant and shy, avoiding your gaze as he runs a hand over the heated skin of your spanked ass before he’s rolling you over slightly, running his fingertips along the already healing bite marks.
“I didn’t hurt you right? Did I hurt you?” He asks, brow creasing in worry as he looks at you with an indecipherable expression. Right now, this Hoseok looks nothing like the badass Hoseok that had saved your life months ago. And yet as attractive as you’d found him then, you think he’s even more beautiful right now.
Cupping his face, you pull him closer for a tired kiss before smiling at him. “I’m fine. Honest. Tired, because that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But I’m good. Did you enjoy it?” He nods silently, gaze so direct it’s like he’s trying to look through you. “It didn’t scare me, so if you want to do it again...I won’t say no. It doesn’t make you a monster.”
He frowns at that, tugging on his underwear before laying out next to you on the impossibly soft bed. “Bold of you to think you’re going to get a round two.”
“Bold of you to think you’re not going to want a round two.”
Hoseok can’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head slightly as his sweat soaked hair falls into his forehead. You push it out of the way slowly and smile at him as he closes his eyes in bliss, noting this is possibly the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.
Sure enough, as if he can hear your thoughts, the space between his brows creases as he lets out a deep sigh that lets you hear so many emotions he isn’t letting out.
“I shouldn’t...I shouldn’t have even done this. You’re Taehyung’s friend and you’re practically living here. This...wasn’t fair to you.” Scowling, you poke at his cheek until he’s glaring at you.
“If your intention is to ruin my self confidence, then please keep going. Also, I’m your friend too. Hopefully something more if this whole thing didn’t indicate my interest.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment before his eyes close.
“Sorry, that’s not what I mean. You were great, really great. But I...I don’t deserve this. Whatever it is...whatever it might be.”
“Why not? Who said you don’t deserve to be, oh I don’t know, happy? Taehyung wants you happy. He practically pushed me in here. And I don’t know you as well as he does, but I want you happy too.” Your words are sincere as your thumb strokes his cheek reassuringly.
“I’m half bloodsucker. I’m the reason my mom died. Why my dad died. Half of me is the reason families have been torn apart for centuries, their losses blamed on accidents or whatever. Half of me killed Taehyung’s family, and almost killed you. I don’t deserve to be happy when there’s people out there suffering because of vampires. Not when I can stop them.” His words are strained and quiet yet you can practically feel the loathing he has for himself.
Shaking your head, you lean forward to pull him closer to you until his head is resting against your chest. There’s nothing sexual about it now though, and your hands stroke along his back soothingly.
“I wish you’d shut up, in the nicest way possible. Yes, you’re half vampire. But you didn’t choose that. It was forced on you. The vampires killed your mom. Not you. The vampires killed your dad because he chose to keep you and raise you, not you. The vampires killed Taehyung’s family, not you. You are not like them. You are like Jung Hoseok, and there’s only one of you in the world.” He goes to protest but you hush him immediately.
“Just think okay. If you hadn’t been born, if you hadn’t been here, then Taehyung would have died when his family was attacked. He would’ve never gone to college, he would’ve never become as happy as he is. If you hadn’t been here, then I would have died because there would have been no one to save me. Think of all the people you’ve probably saved, both in the past, now and in the future. Saying that you don’t deserve to be happy means that your mom and dad’s deaths were for nothing. They conceived you with every intention to love you and raise you. I don’t know them obviously, but I think they’d be heartbroken to see how much you’ve closed yourself off.”
Hoseok is silent, and you wonder if maybe he’s fallen asleep in the middle of your emotional speech to him but instead he suddenly wraps his arms around you tightly. Pressing his face into your chest even further, you don’t say anything when you feel something wet against your skin.
Running your fingers through his hair slowly, you press a kiss to the soft strands and smile. “I’m not expecting you to suddenly become great at intimacy or relationships. I’m not even expecting dates from you. I’ll go at your pace but...I just want you to be happy please. That’s all Taehyung and I want. Killing vampires can only bring you so much in life, and if that’s all you care about then you don’t care about your life. We just want you to live and not just exist.”
He stays quiet for a few minutes, the only sign he’s even still with you is the slow rising and falling of his chest. “I guess. Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll...see. I’m not saying no.”
You want to laugh at how awkward he sounds but you don’t want to ruin the progress he’s making. It’s a big admission from someone who’s spent his entire life hating himself and keeping the vast population at an arm’s length. So you’ll take what you can get.
Pushing at him until you can see his face, you lift his chin up and go to kiss him before the sudden voice of Taehyung outside the room causes you to jerk in surprise.
“So if er...if this is gonna become a thing. Can we like...get ceiling’s for the rooms or something? Or like...a warning system so I know to leave? As hot as it sounded...it’s probably gonna get real old, real quick. So...yeah. Let me know if I need to...call a person who...makes ceilings or something. Thanks.”
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@kingofdirtandnothing halloween drabble!! cut for length
John wakes.
There’s a cold space against his side where Alex should be, a rapidly cooling stretch of sleeping bag that leaves enough room for a shiver to rattle its way down his spine. Sleepy and confused, he digs the heel of his palm in against one eye and sits up. Blinking against the darkness, he just about makes out the vague shape of Alex halfway out of the tent flap, silhouetted against what grainy, silvered illumination the moon provides.
The couple of times they’ve been camping before, Alex has expressed a firm preference for not mixing nature and night, staying tucked up with John inside the tent until at least daylight, whether or not he’s actually sleeping.
“You okay?” John asks. His voice is low and rough, made coarse by the cool night air. Alex startles, the black shape of him flinching visibly. As John’s eyes adjust to the darkness, he thinks he sees a hand pressed against Alex’s heart, like he’s trying to still its beating.
“Jesus, Laurens. You scared the crap out of me. I’m fine. Call of nature.” There’s a noise from somewhere faraway, echoing across the empty swathes of forest. Alex wrinkles his nose. “Not that horrifying-sounding call, I hasten to add. I could have gone my whole life without knowing just how horny coyotes get, you know.”
John laughs, and flops back down. The noise comes again, carried on the faint and stirring breath of the wind. He pushes himself back up onto his elbows, frowning over at where Alex is still standing, though Alex probably can’t make out the expression.
“That’s not a coyote,” John says, with confidence.
“Awesome,” Alex says, unenthusiastically. “What now? Horny bears?”
John untangles himself from the sleeping bag and ducks over to where Alex stands, sliding up close behind him and hooking a thoughtless hand at his hip as he tips his head to listen intently. Alex leans back into his warmth, and John can’t help the sharp intake of breath at the press of cold fingers against his bare skin. He hushes Alex’s snicker and folds his own warm hands around Alex’s cold ones in an attempt to keep him quiet long enough to catch the noise that he can’t quite place.
There. A shrieking sort of noise, too far away to distinguish from its own echoes. It’s not a coyote, or a fox, or a bear, horny or otherwise.
“I don’t think it’s an animal,” John says, slowly. Alex freezes against him, suddenly tense.
“What?” he asks, dumbly. John is already ducking away, flicking on his bright flashlight so he can see what the hell he’s doing, wrestling a hoodie over his head and stuffing his feet into his boots without stopping to put any socks on first. He grabs his pack—checks that it’s got his emergency supplies and a radio in it—and shoulders it.
“Hold the fuck up,” Alex says, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to follow suit and get his shoes onto his feet.
“Stay here,” John says firmly. Exactly one of them is trained to handle this kind of emergency, and it’s not Alex, who is very good at flipping bottles around and mixing drinks, but whose first aid training is probably limited to minor bar injuries, not to mention his complete lack of survival training.
“Yeah, right,” Alex says, fingers still unpicking the laces of the hiking boots John had bought him for trips just like this. “You’re telling me the murder-sounds of nature are in fact, real murder-sounds and you want me to stay alone in this tent? I don’t think so. I’ve seen horror movies.”
“They’re not murder-sounds,” John says. “But someone might need help.”
Alex, the angles of his face jarringly harsh in the bright white light spilling from the flashlight, shoots him a flat look, and John gives in. He drops into a crouch and unpicks the knots in Alex’s letters with quick fingers, not bothering to point out that if he’d taken the time to undo the laces properly in the first place, he wouldn’t be having this problem. Time and a place.
Before too long, they’re out in the cool night, John closing the tent up behind them.
“Stay close,” he says. “Don’t wander off. Do exactly what I tell you.”
Ordinarily, that might earn him a smart reply, but his voice must be serious enough to bypass Alex’s constant need for innuendo. Alex just nods, solemn, and falls into step just behind John, fingers brushing against his back to make sure he’s keeping him in reach.
It’s hard to tell where the noise is coming from. The trees littering the basin distort sounds, rattling it around like a pinball. Things that sound close can be miles away. It’s not uncommon for a stranded hiker to follow the sound of running water in search of a river, only to find later that they’d been walking directly away from it.
Every few hundred yards John stops, flashlight stabbing the darkness as he tips his head and strains desperate ears to catch hold of that echoing cry. Under the oppressive weight of the darkness, draped across them like too much velvet, the trees rise like grasping fingers from the stopped earth, canopies closing like a wild cathedral above their head. He checks the compass attached to his flashlight often, making sure that they won’t lose themselves, too.
The longer they walk, the closer Alex drifts to him, until he’s squeezing John’s hand almost too-tight. John doesn’t say shit, just clutches it as comfortingly as he can and tries to keep himself focused.
He’d have missed the phone if he hadn’t been sweeping the flashlight across their path at just the right moment. It’s face down, half-buried in a drift of early fall leaves, their bright colours dulled by the darkness. John crouches, and pulls it up. It’s a cheap thing, dirt-encrusted and with a joyous spider-web pattern of cracks dancing across the screen. But when John hits a button it lights up. It’s only dead pixels and noise, nothing clear enough to make out—but if it’s still holding a charge, then it hasn’t been out here all that long.
“Shouldn’t we wait until it’s light?” Alex asks, and it’s all-too easy to hear the anxiety grating at his words. “I mean, we can’t help anyone if we both fall and break our necks because it was too dark to see where we were putting our feet, right?”
“Nobody is gonna break their neck,” says John firmly, even though it’s a real fear he’s doing his best not to think too hard about. This is a job for search and rescue, not an off-duty park ranger. But cell service is spotty as hell out here, and even if it wasn’t, it’d take hours to get someone out here, and longer still to pinpoint exactly where they’re at. If they can just reach whoever it is, then they can apply whatever first aid is needed and dig in until help arrives. “It’s gonna be fine. Come on.”
He slides his hand to Alex’s back to press him forward and keep him moving, making sure to illuminate the ground as best he can with the flashlight for both of them. There’s a little gap between Alex’s pants and his sweater, bare skin that feels freezing to John’s touch. He makes an unhappy little noise, wishing he’d put his foot down and made Alex stay behind. A tent on your own in the dark might be sorta unsettling, but Alex isn’t built for this, let alone trained.
“You’re freezing,” he murmurs.
Alex glances up at him, blankly, and it’s a long moment before he wraps his arms around his torso like he’s only just realised it, hugging himself for warmth.
“I’m always freezing,” he says, flippantly, and really doesn’t land it. “But I’m serious, John. If we don’t find someone soon, we should rethink. I feel like we’re walking in fucking circles.”
They’re not, because John’s making sure they’re not, but he can feel a touch of the same hopelessness riding on his own shoulders. Difference being, he’s not going to give into it, because there’s someone out there who needs their help. Someone who doesn’t even have a phone anymore, and whose only hope is screaming out into the unpeopled darkness and praying.
“We’ll find them,” he says, with more confidence than he feels.
The forest is quiet around them, except for that intermittent and irregular piercing cry. The coyotes must be elsewhere tonight and it’s a good thing, too; if there’s someone lying on the ground and bleeding then they’d make an easy enough meal. Every time he hears it, something in John ratchets a little bit tighter; the harmonics of fear in the wailing, carried notes settling themselves into his bones and infecting him, little by little.
If he stops moving, he thinks, that fear will root him to the ground.
But they’re getting close now, he’s sure of it. The voice—and he’s sure it’s a voice, though it’s incoherent and afraid—is getting louder, the sounds clearer. Maybe it’s just a trick of the mind, but he’s sure that every so often he can make out a word, or two, just on the edge of understanding. Like when you listen to a song played backwards and your brain picks out false sense from the chaos.
The flashlight beam catches something that winks brightly for a moment, a brief reflection at waist height. With dread creeping up on him like a predator, he swings the light back to find it again.
It’s hard to tell in the harsh, clinical light juxtaposed with the silken blackness around it, but the dark wetness sprayed across the tree looks like blood.
“What the fuck,” John says, breath punched from him. The flashlight wanders from tree to tree, picking out the violent sprays of it, dripping with grotesque patience towards the leaf-littered ground. He’s never seen anything like this, like something was torn apart here, thrown around like a bleeding ragdoll.
“John,” Alex says, tightly. For a moment John barely hears him among the ringing in his ears, the rush of his own blood as if calling out to its spilled cousin, there on the bark. It’s only when Alex grabs his arm that John shakes himself out of it. The flashlight swings around to illuminate Alex’s face. He raises a hand against its brightness, eyes squinting, and John remembers to drop it a little so as not to blind him. Alex blinks rapidly, peering up at John with his lips pressed tight and bloodless together.
Afraid, John thinks. So am I.
Some part of him frames some melodramatic thoughts, and then wonders if they’re not so melodramatic after all. Whoever’s in danger, they haven’t just slipped and fallen, wandered too far from a trail and lost track of daylight. And did an animal really do this? Drive someone deep into the forest, in too much of a hurry to keep a hold of their phone, and then litter the trees with their blood?
He’s heard horror stories of park rangers stumbling on the burial sites of serial killers, nothing much more than urban legends strung together out of morbid details and scary movies. But right now, they seem so much more than just stories.
Something moves in the darkness, just in the corner of John’s vision, and close to the ground. Instinctively, he puts himself between Alex and whatever—whoever—it is, only to hear that haunting, groaning cry. Weaker now, desperate and interlaced with what must be sobs.
Alex grabs John’s face before he can turn to search the darkness with the flashlight.
“Don’t look,” Alex says, and it sounds like he’s pleading. “Jesus, John, just… just keep looking at me. Don’t turn around.”
“What,” John manages, not even a question. Just a syllable falling already dead from his tongue. “He needs help.”
“It’s too late for help,” Alex says, and wrenches John back closer when he tries to turn away, to fumble out of Alex’s grip. John’s hand rises to press against Alex’s chest, not quite sure whether it’s trying to pull him close or push him away. “We should have turned back when I told you.”
“What the fuck, Alex,” John says. He’s all off-balance and breathing fast, and he doesn’t understand what’s happening, and there’s someone out there who’s hurt, maybe even dying, and Alex is looking directly into his eyes and begging him not go. In the harsh shadows thrown up by the flashlight, Alex’s face is nothing much more than a few darker shadows pooling in on themselves. John can’t see his eyes, not really, just the black spots where they ought to be.
“Don’t turn around, John.” This time, it sounds more like an order.
John feels something high and hard in his chest that tastes like panic. The chaos of his fear sharpens everything, like the world is suddenly high definition. Like he can hear in perfect pitch. The choking, screaming sound behind him is constant now, and his imagination is painting vicious, ugly pictures of somebody retching on their own blood, tongue nothing but a bloody stump, desperate to be saved. The faint, dragging rustle is somebody pulling themselves along the ground, he’s sure. So close to salvation.
The sudden noise scares John shitless.
The tinny music takes a long moment to register, heart thundering into overdrive at the suddenness of its blaring, jarring against the backdrop of panicked breathing and the terrified cries and the savage silence of the wood.
The Blues Brothers. Hey Bartender. It’s Alex’s ringtone for Herc.
“Jesus,” he says. His mouth tastes like copper and something acidic. “Fuck, mierda. I need to help him, Alex. Answer it, ask him to call search and rescue. Tell ‘em my name, they should be able to pin down our general location from my cell.”
Alex doesn’t move. His fingers tighten against John’s face, hard enough to hurt, and John gasps in a breath as he lifts the hand not still clutching the flashlight to try and pry them away.
“Alex,” he says. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Like a puzzle finally falling into place, several things register in John’s brain all at once, a neat little picture resolving itself with perfect, terrible clarity. The realisation is staggering enough to feel like a physical blow, numbing his fingers and sending the flashlight tumbling to the ground. For a brief moment during its spinning fall, the light cuts a phosphorous-white slash across Alex’s face.
One; though the sobbing, choking noises from behind him are mangled and strange and awful, they’re familiar, somehow. Made with a voice he’s sure he’d recognise anywhere.
Two; the jazzy strains of the Blues Brothers aren’t coming from Alex’s pocket but his own, where he’d shoved a cracked cell phone shattered and dirtied beyond recognition.
And three; in the middle of the night and pulled abruptly from dreaming, it’s probably hard to tell the difference between somebody halfway out of a tent, and somebody halfway in.
John feels how cold the fingers on his face are even as the too-sharp nails sink into cheeks hard enough to draw blood. And that’s not right because Alex bites his nails and they’re always chewed to the quick, short and blunt. He feels something hot well up, roll down towards his jaw.
“Oh, John,” says the person standing in front of him wearing his boyfriend’s face. “Whatever will we do with you and that little heart of gold? If only you’d been just a little more selfish.”
John claws at the hands on face, scrabbles at the wrists and finds that he can’t shift them, can’t prise the fingers from his face even as they move in towards his mouth, his nose. And out there, in the forest-dark, the only witness is the trees, and the wordless, sobbing screams of the man digging bloodied, battered fingers into the soft wet soil of the forest floor, too far and too weak to do anything but watch.
#kingofdirtandnothing#it's a becs special#long and vague with no particular plot#you're so welcome#feelin spooky (tm)#and ur the lucky recipient#&. hamilton#&. hamilton//drabbles#&. hamilton//v: forestry
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Takes a Woman to Tell a Man (kylex drabble)- ao3
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“Valenti, when the hell are you going to ask him out?” Jenna asked Kyle one day under the horrible fluorescent lighting of the bunker where any blush he had might be drowned out.
Luckily Alex wasn’t present. He wouldn’t put it past the blunt cop to ask the question no matter the setting, especially since their working relationship was still fairly rocky after their first meeting on Project Shepard. Frankly, Kyle is a little surprised that she mentioned anything personal at all. “Excuse me?”
The look he was on the receiving end of wasn’t pretty. If he thought the Ortecho sisters could be stubborn and slightly condescending at times, Jenna had them beat by miles right now. “I'm getting real sick of your puppy dog eyes. Screw the town. Kiss the boy.”
“It's not like that.”
She snorted. “Oh, it's like that. Don't make me pull receipts and embarrass you.”
Blowing out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding, he angrily defended himself. “He just got out of something, Cameron, and unless you haven't noticed we don't have free time.”
“You take that brave attitude with you in surgery?”
He glared at her, and all she did was give him a cocky smile in response. “Just saying. I'll even leave your clubhouse for a day.”
“Today?” he asked sarcastically. “Right now?”
“God you boys are dumb.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. Apparently she had given up because she turned back to the research on Caufield that all three of them had reluctantly been pouring over. Generally Cameron was more of an action person, but ever since Jesse Manes was in a coma, they had hit a wall on which direction to take.
To the comment on him being dumb, though, he stood up and decided he could leave early as he shot back, “Yeah well I gotta go use my doctorate degree to save lives, so lock up.”
Ex-military soldiers were going to kill him if aliens didn't first.
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Cameron had been hanging out in the bunker more and more often, hovering over Alex and waiting for something to do. Somewhere between the alien murders, the project to kill innocent beings, and the coma Jesse Manes had put in, she had been spooked. Alex understood the feeling, but he was starting to get tired of her increasing boredom.
Especially when out of the blue she interrupted his concentration and sighed. “Valenti ask you out yet?”
“What?”
He swiveled his chair around in time to see her roll her eyes. “Come on airman, you heard me.”
“Kyle is straight,” he told her in pure bewilderment. Cameron didn't seem like the type of person to randomly wish people together, but she was clearly more than bored if she had imagined this up.
“I think all those computer screens have blinded you.”
It was his turn to huff, and he turned around to face his browser again. “I think I know him better than you do.”
“Yeah?" she challenged. "Which one of us has been here around him in Roswell the past 10 years?”
He couldn't argue that, and he honestly doesn't have the time to, so he cut it off. “Not every queer person falls in love based on close proximity."
“How about shared past, friendship, goals, good looks?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “He's not that good looking.”
Okay, maybe that was a stretch. He didn't like being randomly assaulted with personal questions though, so he felt slightly justified.
“Yeah okay, Manes. I'm headed out for patrol duty, you keep coming up with those alien theories and denial you've got going on.”
What was that about?
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“Cameron coming?” Alex asked Kyle awkwardly the following day. The doctor only shrugged, barely looking up. “Said she’s busy with some police thing.”
Even though he had hoped Kyle would ignore his frown, he doesn’t, and Alex receives a raised eyebrow to which he shrugs. “Liz was just on the phone trying to get me to come to a movie with her and Max.”
“Ah,” Kyle said, and there was something odd in the tone that seemed all too similar to the way Alex felt.
“Has she talked to you lately?” he asked, trying not to seem weird.
It was still weird, but Kyle wasn’t meeting his eyes to even tell. “Not really. You?”
“Not really.”
Now, Kyle looks up, brown eyes searching. “She did, didn’t she? I told her you weren’t available.”
“That was your argument?” Alex demands, completely caught off guard. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, not by a long shot, and how was he ever going to go into another conversation with Kyle Valenti without feeling blind?
“I mean,” Kyle fumbles. “Yeah, and even if you were it’s not like we have time or--,” he’s red now, in a way that Alex hasn’t seen Kyle Valenti ever be since middle school, and it would be a lot more endearing if it made any sort of sense. “Why, what did you say?”
Alex stares. “Not every queer person falls in love with each other.”
“Right. Yeah, that too.”
There’s clear hurt that flickers across his face, but it’s gone in an instant and Alex can’t help the question that tumbles out. “Do you have a crush on me, Valenti?”
“Not right this second,” Kyle muttered. “We have actual work to do.”
“Isn’t that my line?”
The doctor won’t look at him, nerves pushed down, and now Kyle is hard angles with a blank but broody face that's pretending to read the scrawls of a 1950s military scientist. “I don’t hear you saying it.”
“Kind of busy deciding if you had a fever or if your cheeks were just that red,” Alex told him, pushing. Because fuck it, he had the right to push. After growing up with that pretty boy who was so smart but so dumb, then putting up with the ups and downs through the years, he had the right to push more than anyone else.
"Fuck you," Kyle snapped, with only a brief glance up of narrowed eyes, yet a firm tone. "I got off of a sixteen hour shift to come down to this place and help read files. Can we do the high school payback after I get sleep?"
Alex scoffed. "Not until you tell me if you have feelings for me."
Blowing out a breath, Kyle leaned back in the chair. "What do you want to hear, Manes? That I'm a hypocrite? Former stereotypical bully with repressed sexuality syndrome?"
The tone was angry, but not toward Alex, and that's what softened some of the emotional blow. Sighing, Alex shook his head. "That hasn't been what I wanted to hear for months, Kyle. I want to know if you have feelings for me, and only that. No bullshit."
"Fine," Kyle said, but he was looking at the ceiling, the typical anxious nerve of his showing, before he cleared his throat and managed to look Alex in the eyes. "Yes, I have feelings for you. Do whatever you want with that."
"Whatever I want?" Alex asked.
Kyle shrugged, barely making eye contact now, which made it easier for Alex to walk over to him and into his space. He stood as soon as Alex did so, and neither of them seemed to be sure of what will happen, but Alex made the quick decision to choose exactly what he wanted to do with the confession by kissing Kyle.
Maybe some part of him had expected it to be fake, but nothing is false about the way Kyle inhaled sharply and folded immediately into him, grasping Alex's neck and pulling him in. They were only kissing, but everything was visceral and heady and Alex wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't pass out from the paradoxical familiarity and newness of it all. This was Kyle, the same boy he had sleepovers with before everything in life hurt, the first person to mean the world to him, and there was a stinging beauty to that… but this was also Kyle Valenti, whose hands were now rough from washing his hands to save lives and who smelled like sandalwood shampoo and whose growth into a man inspired Alex sometimes.
By the time there's no jackets, no shirts, and on the way to little pants, Jenna walked in on them.
"Thank God," she announced, looking far too smug as they scrambled to find a way to look decent, even if she looked shamelessly unbothered. "Let me know when it's safe again. Also one of you owe me a girlfriend for playing matchmaker."
Kyle didn't have any more time than Alex did to come up with a comeback before she left, and both of them had to take only a second to think on whether she was serious before Kyle shrugged. "Isobel?"
"Later discussion," Alex told him, a smile on his face, and then their interruption ended as they pick up where they left off.
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#kylex#kylex fic#jenna cameron#jenna cameron is a lesbian fight me#kyle x alex#valentines#lol#roswell new mexico#rnm fic#drabbles#mine#my work#my fic
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An AU continuation/divergence from this drabble, where @whump-sprite ‘s oc Maura tortures Lux brutally as a favor to the Hunter. At the end of that drabble, the Hunter saves Lux - in this alternate version, instead of being taken back by the Hunter, Lux is saved by the Resistance to be brought to Anders. Every character mentioned here, other than Lux and the Hunter, belongs to @whump-sprite .
Lux’s eyes took a few minutes to focus, awareness trailing lazily along after being lowered and crumpling on the ground, the weight finally, blessedly off of his broken leg. He doesn’t know how long he was hanging.
He does know that the person picking him up isn’t the Hunter, and he’s terrified to think of the consequences for being held by anyone but him.
They’re with the Resistance, the youngest warlock present realizes, and almost stammers out the name of the only warlock he wants to see right now, before he’s shifted and being carried out, and the pulling at his burns and the jostling of his twisted leg knocks him unconscious with a breathy, abandoned keen.
He’s mostly just making sounds, painful sounds. Every turn of the car and bump in the road jostles his leg and he cries out, rough and hoarse from running out of screams. Every touch drags across some expanse of his burn-marred chest, his burned-whipped-burned again back, his burn-streaked arms. Too much pain to be conscious for, but the kid just seems to keep on moaning and wincing anyway.
“‘m s-so-orry,” Lux mutters, eyes wild but never finding the Hunter. Maybe he’s behind Lux, the one holding him. “So s-s-sorry, promise ta, ta b-be, ‘ll be g-good…” Someone speaks to him briskly, but they don’t sound gentle, so Lux only crunches in on himself and makes frightened sounds. The movement of the car doesn’t stop, and the being held so he doesn’t crumple off the car seat doesn’t stop, but the words do, because he isn’t listening.
Suddenly, he’s very sorry for not listening. “D-d-don’t be - be ang-gry - ‘m sorry, don’wanna be ba-ad, sorry, I’m s-sorry, ple-ease f-f-forgive me…”
Did you take your punishment well, darling? Were you good for my friend?
“Y-yes,” Lux gasps, in answer to no one. “I was - I was v-very good, and, and, and -” He shudders violently when his broken, mangled leg throbs and spasms. “And - o-oh, she w-was, she was so, so a-angry…”
Someone holds medicine before him and makes him take it with water, because he isn’t fully aware and it’s alright by them to be a little rough if it means he’s doing as he’s told. It’s a long drive - the painkillers start to work a little, and he knows full well to be grateful for any mercy.
“Th-thank you,” He mumbles obediently, tense with the pain he’s in. The Hunter must have healed him with magic. Lux should be sweet and smile, or cry, but he’s all out of tears and he can only grimace stiffly. “For, for h-healing me…” He doesn’t feel healed, but he wants… “Wanna be… wanna be good… wanna be good for, f-for you, I-I want - don’t h-hate you.”
He doesn’t know the car’s taking a quick turn, and that he’s going to slide off the seat if he isn’t held tight; all he knows is that the arms around him tighten, opening some of the gashes and burns, and Lux falls silent with a whimper and a slightly delirious nod. He understands, he’ll be good and quiet.
Anders. “... to Anders,” Someone says, and Lux makes himself pay attention and listen like a good boy.
“S-sorry - what?”
“We’re taking you to Anders,” Taryn repeats, and he registers that she’s driving in a way Anders would approve of. Alex shifts Lux’s leg to get a better angle to force healing magic into it, and apologizes when Lux whines.
He remembers Daniel picking him up after the others let Lux down from the chains. When Lux was hanging from the messed up leg Alex is trying to heal. Maybe Daniel’s the one holding Lux, and not the Hunter.
Alex leans back in his seat, gasping from the effort of his magic. Lux’s leg feels and looks no different; he twitches and whispers, “Thank you,” anyway. Then, he lets a little dangerous hope well up in his chest.
“To A-Anders?”
“Yeah.” The car eases a bit on the speed now that Lux is more coherent. Safer to not go at the highest speed they can reach if no one’s on the verge of dying. “You know what’s real yet?”
Does he know what’s real? Does he ever? Lux doesn’t want to think about it. “Anders, he - he’s g-gonna, gonna help m-me?”
The implication behind that - thinking he isn’t being helped yet, that he’s still being hurt on purpose - isn’t lost on the Resistance members saving him, but it is lost on Lux himself.
“Yes,” Daniel answers, and Lux scrunches in his shoulders at hearing a man speak behind him, holding him. “Anders will help you. He’s been worried about you, Lux, he’ll be glad to see you.”
“Glad to s-see me,” Lux repeats, thoughts drifting again, before one of his burns is pressed on too hard (and too hard means any pressure at all), and he’s making those pained sounds again, giving up on words in favor of slumping against Daniel.
#whump#drabble#rescue#pain#confused#delirious#begging#afraid#obedience#past trauma#broken bones#burned#whimpering#lux#daniel#taryn#alex#other people's ocs#whumpsprite#mine#and then he gets to see anders!#lux is in so so much pain and his only goal currently is to earn the hunter's forgiveness#he's genuinely sort of upset that the hunter didn't take him back#lux is horrified by how much he upset the hunter#and upset by how angry and brutal maura was#but also he misses anders and wants to see his friend#top three ideal situations in lux's head: be unconscious#be forgiven by the hunter#or be with anders#sarah tings
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