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I can't believe I'm about to unbox nana tour wonwoo/woozi sets, about 7 pcs off pocamarket, and a Ten album in the holy month of ramadan.

[planetsam]

"Now i feel how it's like to be left behind and i wish i never came back from war." for Malex please. Alex is spiraling into depression after Michael got together with Maria.

“Are you Michael? Alex’s friend?”

Michael frowns and fights the urge to deny he has that title. The voice on the other end definitely doesn’t seem to care about the situation and Michael doesn’t actually want to share. So he swipes his hand through his curls and ignores the emotions that title brings up.

“Yeah,” he says, “what’s going on?”

“He’s down at the Fourth Encounter. I took his keys but he’s being stubborn.”

“I’m on my way,” Michael says.

He gets in the car with the energy under his skin crackling. He hasn’t seen Alex in weeks and Alex hasn’t tried to see him. It’s another unspoken thing that Michael doesn’t have room for. But he’s seen Alex subtly taking medications before. Medications that he’s willing to bet aren’t supposed to be taken with alcohol. He’s never seen Alex truly drunk and he’s got a feeling the experience is not going to be pleasant. He almost wonders why Alex just didn’t go to the Wild Pony, but in his heart he knows.

When he gets there the music is loud and it’s a lot darker than any place he expected to find Alex in. It’s not that he doesn’t know about the local gay bar, it’s just not his style. You don’t need to like loud music and neon to be bisexual as far as he can tell. It’s the middle of the week so things are toned down and it’s a little more empty, which is how he easily finds Alex. Even before the bartender signals him.

“Hey,” he says, “you ready to go?”

“You called him?” Alex says, looking at the bartender. Michael can’t be sure but he thinks Alex blushes, “traitor,” he mutters and then turns to Michael with a smile that makes Michael regret picking up his phone, “I’m good.”

“I’m exhausted, so let’s go,” he says. Alex ignores him, “look, I’ll call a cab and just wait with you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Alex says.

Michael far prefers it when he’s the one getting wasted. But he hooks his fingers in the stool and tries to turn it. Of course he forgets Alex is the bionic man and when he hooks his metal ankle into the chair, that thing isn’t turning unless Michael goes full alien. He’s sure as fuck not being outed as an extra terrestrial to the general population in a bar called the Fourth Encounter. He’s also not leaving Alex there to drink himself silly.

“Look they 86’ed you here, but if you come with me I can take you to a place where there’s more,” he tempts.

“I’m not going near the Pony, thanks,” Alex says in a clipped tone. He gets up and Michael takes his keys from the bartender, “Guerin—“

“No drinking and driving,” Michael reminds him, “you want a cab or can I drive?”

Alex looks at him for a moment longer and then shakes his head. Michael swears because he remembers that Alex is a computer genius and can probably start his car with his phone. He intercepts and shoves it in his pocket alongside the keys. The sour expression on Alex’s face confirms the theory. Michael would be impressed if he didn’t have to get Alex home safe. Alex gets out into the parking lot and even now he glances around to make sure no-one he recognizes is there before he looks around for something else.

“Come on Alex,” Michael says, “just let me take you home.”

“I don’t want you to take me home,” Alex snaps at him, “I don’t need you to do that.”

Michael tries not to focus on the fact that Alex said he doesn’t need him. He refuses to let his own issues hurt Alex again. Alex can go as low as he wants. He’s drunk and upset and though Michael wants to ask why, he knows it’s not his place.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “fine. But I’ve got your phone and keys, so—“

Alex’s look of disgust should go in a photobook. But Michael knows he’s fucking right. Alex hangs his head as Michael counts in his before Alex walks over to Michael’s truck and gets in. Michael keeps his back to him so he can salute the stars for doing something right for once. Then he gets in, starts his car and pulls onto the road. Michael lets the silence swell up between them because his truck’s radio is currently on the fritz. He used to be able to be around Alex for hours and it was a comfortable silence. That’s not true anymore. When he can’t take the silence and its tension. He looks at Alex.

“So, why not the Pony?” He asks.

“Because you’re dating Maria.”

The sharpness in Alex’s voice is not what Michael expects. He almost swerves the car at the reply. Alex frowns and reaches for the radio dial but nothing happens. For the first time Michael’s not pissed about that. “We’re not dating,” he says, “we’re—“

“Screwing? Having a good time?”

“Jesus, Alex,” Michael isn’t ready for the accusation in his tone. Alex stares at him and Michael tries to focus on the road, “what do you want me to say? Yes. We’re having a good time,” he glances at him, “is that what you want me to say?” He shakes his head, “I like her. I like having a good time. You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

“You are sleeping with my friend!” Alex says, “not some random girl.”

“So what if I am?” Michael challenges back. Alex looks away and Michael makes a split second decision and pulls over, “so what if I am?” He repeats. Alex glares at the road a moment longer and then turns to look at him, “why do you have a problem with it now?”

“I always had a problem with it,” Alex says and Michael feels smug right up until he opens his mouth again, “and you knew that I did,” the smugness goes away, “this isn’t some random hook up. It’s Maria.”

“I like her!” Michael protests, “I”m sorry, but—no. You know what? I’m not sorry. I like her,” he looks at him, “you can’t tell me who to like,” he points out, “you can’t just sit there and be a jealous dick without doing anything.”

“I did something—“

“After ten years!” Michael snaps, “ten years and you think me sleeping with Maria is the be all end all—“

“Michael if you’re using her,” Alex starts and Michael lets out a hollow laugh.

“You’re gonna what?” Alex says nothing, “throw me in a cell? Lock up the big bad alien?”

Alex glares and then shakes his head.

“You being an asshole is the most human thing about you,” he says. That stings more than Michael wants to admit. But if he’s an asshole, he’ll be an asshole, “we don’t lock people up for that.”

“No you that’s an off the books job,” he says, wiggling his fingers.

Alex stares at him and Michael puts on every defiance he can muster to meet his gaze, waiting for the return blow. Alex wants a fight and fuck it, he’ll give him one. Maybe it’ll be good for both of them. They clearly need the release. Or maybe he needs it. Maybe it’s his turn to be selfish in this for once and take what he needs. He feels himself ready in anticipation. Drunk Alex is mean, drunk Alex will fight him. But Drunk Alex is as much of a dick as sober Alex because he just looks ahead.

“Can we go?”

“No,” Michael says, adrenaline coursing through him, “do you wish you could lock me up?” he demands, clinging to the last thing that got a rise out of him. Alex shifts, “you do wish that, don’t you?”

“I wish,” Alex says, finally turning back to him, “that I never came back here after the war.”

The words hang heavy and poisonous in the air.

“Take that back,” Michael says. Alex says nothing, “take that back!”

He doesn’t know if Alex means he wishes he had died from the war or if he means he wishes he hadn’t come back to Roswell. Neither of those are things Michael wants to think about. If Alex never came back—Michael thinks about all the shit that’s happened since he got back. All the things he now knows and all the things he’s shared. Alex is being drunk and dramatic but Michael can’t have the words there. Can’t have that possibility existing.

“No.”

“Then we’re not going,” he says impulsively.

“Fine,” Alex says and gets out of the car.

Michael stares and then follows. Alex is walking remarkably straight for someone with one leg, but Michael doesn’t stop to think about that too hard. He’s far more concerned about the fact that Alex is drunk and walking down the side of the road.

“I thought you weren’t running away,” Michael challenges and Alex hesitates before continuing to walk. But it’s enough for Michael to get in front of him, “come on, Alex. I thought we were past this. Why’d they call me at the bar?”

Alex says nothing.

“Come on, Alex. Why’d they call me?”

“You know why!” Alex says, turning back to him so suddenly they almost crash into each other, “I was at your trailer waiting while you were—“ he stops and takes a breath, “I’m not you,” he restarts, “you not being there to be with her is a big deal for me.”

“For you?” Michael repeats, letting the anger he’s been shoving down forever swell up, “you think it wasn’t a big deal to me every time you left? Every time you walked away? I told myself that if I ever told you what I was, things would be different. But it’s the same! My family is dead. Max is in a coma and the thing that keeps me awake at night is the fact that I can’t look away and it hurts.”

He doesn’t mean to say so much, he regrets the words the moment they leave his lips. Alex looks away and Michael tries not to feel that in his bones. He fails, hopelessly. But the fact that Alex thinks it doesn’t kill him every damn time is something he can’t have any version of Alex believing. Even this drunk, angry version of him.

“I can’t make it stop hurting,” Alex says.

“Neither can I,” Michael shoots back.

“So where does that leave—“ he cuts himself off. Michael wonders if he’s done the impossible and actually made Alex leave for real this time, “seeing you with her hurts.”

“So we’re just hurting each other,” Michael throws his hands up, “like we don’t have enough problems.” He feels dirty as he looks at Alex, Alex whose the third person Michael’s ever wanted to protect. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“There’s nothing here for you to keep doing,” Alex says, a note of something truly heartbreaking in his voice, “that’s what I’m trying to say. Maria’s my friend. Any way you look at this I can’t go there again with you.”

Michael feels like he’s been dunked in ice. Of all the things that he thought could come out of this, Alex telling him that he can’t be with him because Maria is his friend is not one of them. But Alex has that brow furrow that comes in moments of honesty and Michael realizes he’s serious. Now the pain he feels when he looks at him is even worse. Heavier and sharper somehow. It’s tangible in a way it wasn’t before. No words seem to come to him as Alex blinks and looks away.

“Can we be friends?” Michael asks.

“I don’t know,” Alex says.

Another thing that never occurred to him. It has to be because Alex is drunk. It has to be. Maybe he’ll find some kind of luck and Alex won’t remember the conversation in the morning. Maybe this is some horrible future he can prevent if he’s strong enough and smart enough.

“For now we are so let me get you home,” he says, “before any more of it hits you.”

Alex looks at him for a moment and then nods. They don’t speak on the way back. Alex actually starts to doze against the window and Michael winces at every stupid bump in the road. He helps Alex out of the car and up to his front door and when Alex fumbles his keys, Michael hitches him against his hip and opens the door. Inside he gets Alex to bed and crouches down, helping get his shoes off. Alex watches him in the darkness and Michael focuses just on the task at hand.

“Do you want this on or off?” He asks.

“Off, just, put it where I can see it.”

A though occurs to him about Alex stumbling around the bedroom and Michael fights the urge to move all the furniture aside. Alex is capable and he’s just being an idiot, but what else is new. He sets the prosthetic within arms reach and puts Alex’s phone and keys on the nightstand. Alex eases himself back and turns away from Michael.

“I take it back,” he mutters.

Michael hangs his head. It hurts to look at Alex and it hurts to look away. He doesn’t see that changing any time in the near future. He make sure Alex’s shoes are away and his cane is nearby and then he has to put down all his bullshit and leave.

“I love you,” he says to the dark shape.

If Alex will remember in the morning, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anything as he stands there except that the longer he does, the more he wants to stay.

So he gives up the easy, does the hard thing and leaves.

Part 2 is here | Part 3 is here

[geminioriginalsimagines]

Never Would Have

Requests: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is also a witch and with Kai. Just after he died the reader found out she was pregnant. She had twins (whatever genders). When Kai came back in the latest episode, Damon calls her to tell her that he's back when him and Kai are in the car and Kai hears the twins in the background (maybe they call her mom or something and he knows she's their mother). Then the reader brings the twins to see him? Thanks xx” (Credits to gif owners!)

"You guys be good, Damon is calling." Y/N gave a stern look to her son who was about to tackle his sister. The twins stopped, nodded and sat on the floor together to watch cartoons. The ringing phone reminded Y/N that she had to answer soon or else it would go straight to voicemail. Lately when Damon called it was important. She gave it a second after pressing the answer button, "Hello?"

Damon was in the car. She knew that much. A window was down and there was heavy breathing. "Y/N!" She knew the vampire was smiling. "How is my favorite...household?" Y/N wiped her forehead. What? "Uh look, you don't have to answer that." He was struggling. "Can uh...can you stop by my place? Say, ten minutes?"

Y/N paced the room. "Of course I can. What's wrong? Why do you sound like that?" She could hear mumbling and the wind whipping through the car. "Are you okay?" Damon just grunted. "Damon Salvatore. Tell me what's going on!" She demanded.

"Don't worry Y/N. Just trying to save the day with a...friend is all." But Y/N still didn't buy it. "Okay look. You remember...Kai? Something's come up...already called Bonnie don't worry." She knew he was grinning. "But he's escaped Hell. And he wants to see you."

Y/N placed a hand over her heart. The man who she loved, who she was going to marry shortly after his sister's wedding. The night everything went wrong and Damon killed him. She hadn't thought of Kai in years, mostly because having Gemini twins by the coven leader took most of her time. Kai, the one who impregnated her and died. He never even knew, he never got to meet his children.

She took this as an oppurtunity to change that. She wanted her twins to know their father. She needed to see him again. "Mommy! Jaiden won't let me change the channel!" Her daughter wailed.

"Not true, mommy, Ciara hit me!" Damon laughed on the other end.

"Y/N? You there?" He asked.

Y/N cleared her throat. "Y-yeah I'll be there. Ten minutes."

"Mmm, bring the kiddos. Its been a long time since Uncle Damon's spoiled them." Damon looked to the back seat where Kai had looked like a deer caught in headlights. They hung up, Damon placed his cell phone in the cup holder. "We're taking a detour. You wanted to see Y/N, there's a package."

The Heretic swallowed and made eye contact with Damon through the rear view mirror. "M-mommy?"

"Long story. But you're the proud Daddy of Gemini twins." Damon seemed to enjoy the emotion running through Kai. A look of realization, then shock, and silence. The only thing the Heretic could do was run his fingers nervously through his hair.

Y/N was there the second Damon swung open the front door of the boarding house. The familiar black coat following slowly behind, wide blue eyes, dark hair, the pink lips. It didn't hit Y/N that it was Kai until he was looking around at the children at his and Damon's feet.

"Hey kiddos-" Damon glanced between Y/N and Kai. Their stare off was rather intense. "Uncle Damon will be right back." He promised the kids and wandered off. The air was thick, hard for Y/N to breathe. Kai on the other hand was shaking. His hands clenched into fists and then unclenching as if he wanted to say something.

But his face turned red and he had no idea what to say. Now the twins were holding their mother's hands, fighting over which hand to hold. Kai's attention turned to them, watching them push each other. How one wanted the right hand, the other wanted the right hand just because they didn't want the other to have it.

He couldn't take his eyes off of the little girl, the one that resembled Y/N. Large eyes, beautiful locks of hair. She was short than her twin, the one that looked spitting imagine of Kai as a child. If he had his old photobook there he would have been able to mistake his...son for himself.

And then back up at Y/N. The only woman who saw through his trouble. The one who pushed herself through and fell in love with. He failed her. He died, she raised their twins by herself. The thought made his throat close in and his chest cave. He wasn't there when they took their first steps, or when they were potty trained. He wasn't there to help change diapers or take night shifts when they were squawking. She did that on her own.

How she couldn't have a life at such a young age, because she was on full time mom duty. She probably had no time to see other men. Did she even miss him? Probably not but the tear staining her cheek told him otherwise. Everything was quiet, Kai could feel a surge of magic through the room. A burning sensation in his fingertips, his veins, from his head to his toes.

The children were silent, Y/N tried to take in enough air in hopes she could stop crying. "Mommy, who is he?" Her voice was so sweet, Kai could listen to it all day. Smooth like honey. Y/N wiped her eyes and looked down at her children.

Her son...their son...Kai's son, however was holding Kai's eyes prisoner. He was chewing on his thumb, Y/N ran her fingers through his dark hair. "I know him." The little boy said quietly to his mother. "He's us." Was all he said. His little hand was glowing, flickering red. So was his sister's.

Kai looked down at his own hand where his hand was glowing as well. His hand was prickling, it was a father's way of imprinting his children as a warlock. This was nature connecting them again. Y/N had already been connected to all three of them and this took her by surprise. How they couldn't know their father but their nature intended for them to know.

"Daddy?" The little girl examined her palm and then looking at the strange man in front of them. She was so sweet, so cute. His son started to take small steps toward him with his palm outstretched. His sister followed.

Kai slowly got down on one knee, his hand outstretched as well. His mouth was dry as the cute little things approached him. Y/N covered her mouth with both of her hands and watched nervously. As if Kai would pull them in and disappear with them. They reached their father's hand, placing their small hands in the two large ones.

There was an electric shock that knocked the wind out of Kai's chest. Except for the twins they were smiling, bathing in the warmth of their newfound father. Kai whispered a few latin words, ones that the twins seemed to understand. All three of them, eyes closed, connecting for the first time ever. Y/N's hand now on her chest and tears in her eyes. A moment that she thought would never happened.

The Gemini coven was rebuilding, connecting each other as it once was years ago. Before it came down in ruins. Kai pressed his forehead against theirs, individually, placing kisses to their brand new skin. Young and beautiful healthy skin. To them it was a new baby smell. Their hands still connected, the glowing intensifying.

Through the connection, Kai had picked up their names. Like a mental list, and through many memories of Y/N yelling at them or when they argued. "Daddy!" Ciara wrapped her arms around Kai's neck. Jaiden followed soon after, wrapping his arms around Kai's bicep. He dug his little face into the warmth of the jacket.

The hugs were so sweet Kai could fall over and hold them all day. Kai was reminded what love was again. Something he hadn't felt since before he died. Guarding himself in Hell tended to make him forget anything sweet he had here on earth. And he didn't realize that they were children. His children. His bloodline that the Gemini coven must have naturally worked out.

Kai closed his eyes, he didn't want to let go but Ciara pushed herself away. Jaiden took his turn to wrap his arms around Kai's neck. Something that he wished he could have established with his father. But Kai was here now to make a difference. To make sure his twins turned out nothing like he and Jo.

But none of them were a siphon. They carried Y/N's trait. Sweet Y/N, there were no siphons where she came from. Y/N, teaching them to control their magic at such a young age. Teaching them that there was nothing wrong with different magic. The mental list connecting to the twins gave him all he needed to know. They could see each other's thoughts, warm and fuzzy, cold and dreary.

Jaiden pulled back a bit and ran his thumb over Kai's cheek where the Heretic hadn't noticed he was crying. Kai held his son's chubby cheeks, massaging the skin, making the boy smile one of those goofy kid smiles. Ones that made all of them smile. "You're so handsome." He complimented his son and noticed his daughter standing a few feet away.

Kai held out his arms and let the girl run into them. "And you...you're so beautiful. Just like you're mother. The most beautiful little girl." Ciara held onto Kai's thumb. They didn't want to let each other go.

"Thank you, Daddy." They chimed together. That was how it should be, ideal twins in Kai's mind. In sync, a team. He was never a team or in sync with Jo. They couldn't stand each other. It was rare they could even hold a normal conversation.

Y/N's bottom lip trembled. Kai slowly looked from his twins to her. "D-do I get my turn?" She shyly asked with a grin on her face. Kai removed himself from the bundle of children and was across the room without missing a beat. His arms wrapped around Y/N in a bear hug. Her arms swung around his neck, holding him there.

"I never would have done what I did if I knew-" Kai started. But Y/N pressed her finger to his lips.

"I should be mad at you for it. But I'm not. You were raised to dwell in the past. But I don't want to. For their sake."

Kai flashed her a toothy smile and then enveloped her in an overwhelming kiss. One that made the twins 'ew' and 'bleh.' "Should I even offer to babysit while you guys...do your thing?" Damon, his arms crossed, waiting for them to pull away from each other. His brow raised.

"I think all four of us should stay in tonight." Y/N looked up at Kai who was amused by the twins running around their feet. She mouthed a 'thank you' and Damon nodded, with a wink to follow.

"Never would have brought him over if he wasn't your lover." Damon sang all the way back down the hallway while Y/N sat in Kai's embrace with twins pushing each other around.