#the vamps james

[blevie-vs-gevie]

I just want everyone to take a minute for this

[electricreadingphase]

random thought but i like to think that james is a massive quality time kinda guy. he just radiates "yeah i'll be there 5 mins tops" energy and next thing you know, he's at your door with a bag of food, calling you to let him in. doesn't really mind if you just wanna hang out, or not talk at all. his presence is comfort in itself. but he also wants to know how you're doing, physically, mentally, spiritually; what your fridge looks like and if you want frozen food recs cus he's got a bunch. "how's your folks?" "what's new with your annoying workmate?" and he just seems like such a good listener. i imagine the person he's talking to is ranting his ears off but he's just so genuinely eager to listen. he's careful with his words, sure to not hurt or invalidate your feelings in any way. in the end, he'll go "but it doesn't matter what i say, it's your decision" goD he's just so understanding and kind ok bye

[queenoftheimps]

"Raglan James": I'm a secret agent, Daniel "Raglan James": For a super undercover group "Raglan James": You can tell because I am loudly faking a conversation with you ten feet from other people "Raglan James": and directly in front of the sushi chef "Raglan James": I am now going to send you super secret files mid-interview "Raglan James": on a laptop the vampires apparently confiscate regularly "Raglan James": I am so fucking good at my job, Daniel Daniel: can I eat my fish please

[heatherchasesyou]

i know i'm 2 days late and all that but idc, here's my faves enjoying halloween 💞

BTW shout out to @thecoffeerat for letting me use their vampire Vincent design as ref for him on this piece he looks so fucking cute like this <333

[mirkhammett]

die, die my darling (vampire!kirk)

summary; recently, you’ve realised that your roommate kirk has been acting different, inhumane. and you soon find out why.

warnings; blood drinking, light gore?, smut <3, a teeny bit of angst, fingering, non-protective sex (though baes a vamp so i believe it doesn’t matter :3)

w/c; 3.9k

the vamp kirk isn’t my idea, inspired by a great writer, @orions-choker!! pls go check their work out, it’s sooo addictive :p (not yet proofread so expect mistakes!!)

to say your roommate had been acting different would be an understatement.

his timid responses were the first signals that something was off- and then it was the lack of eye contact. the boy you knew to be once so smiley, couldn’t even luster up a few seconds of direct contact as you bid him off on many on his nights out, that had become much more common recently. he never said were he was going, and you never asked, but you had an inkling that every time was the same- he’d go out for a smoke, and a walk to clear his head (most likely). that would explain the faint stench of tobacco that always seemed to arise in the early mornings.

some nights you wouldn’t even wave him off- but something was the same, every single time. not once had you ever heard him come back, nor even the sound of the heavy wood door of your shared apartment clashing closed. nothing. and it wasn’t you were an early sleeper either, no. most nights you spent up into the early hours, an opened book resting on your duvet covered lap, your head only hitting the pillows when your neighbours would finally stop arguing and hit the hay. (which was never before midnight on a good day.)

but sometimes, only sometimes, you’d wake up after feeling a harsh whoosh of air through your room, rubbing your eyes in confusion and glancing to locked window. weird. you’d always blame it on your cheap, hardly working fan, and in a daze, go back to the land of dreams.

it wasn’t the first time he had acted like this, though. every couple of weeks he’d slip out into the night for these walks, and you’d take no mind of it, until now.

it was different this time. in the many months since kirk had moved in with you, you kept him close and considered him a friend. so why was it that he would avoid physical contact with you like the plague, hell, why was he so hesitant to even have a conversation? why was he always fully covered, wearing long trousers and thick sleeves in this scorching heat? and why were his eye bags so prominent, so much that his reddened veins were peeking through the thin layer of skin?

still, your feelings for him never once faltered, neither did the immense concern you felt for his wellbeing. maybe tonight was the night, do to something. to just say something, make sure he’s not struggling too much.

tonight you hadn’t heard him leave, and you hadn’t been in the living room, so he must’ve felt no need to announce his whereabouts. you couldn’t deny it, the division you felt between you and him hurt. -and tonight, tonight you were restless. kirk, he plagued all of the thoughts in your brain like a disease.

you yawned, setting your book down onto your duvet covered lap, just like every other night. the (un-happily) married couple next door had finally decided to give it a rest, but your whole body felt an immense itch, that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you scratched it.

you sighed as you slipped from under the covers, using one hand to rub your eyes and the other to mindlessly clutch your book. just as every night before, you checked the window was closed and locked, the moon shaped like a fingernail, the cheshire cat grinning down at you in irony. in irony of what, you didn’t know yet. you made your way down the hallway, passing kirk’s empty bedroom, not even bothering to check. you knew if he was home, there was no way his light would be off, and his door would be open, not even by an inch. he appreciated his privacy, and you couldn’t be mad about that.

the couch was where you decided to reside- and you didn’t care if it took even mere minutes or hours, you were going to get to the bottom of this. the thin blanket you draped over yourself didn’t provide much comfort or warmth, the coolness of the brown leather beneath you overpowering the heat, the shitty air conditioner on blast.

not even a full hour had gone by before you starting to hear it. the clatter of heavy combat boots walking down the hallway, the noise getting louder and louder as they reached your door. his combat boots. you immediately sat up on the couch, wiping your drooping eyes as you twisted around on the couch, so your body was resting against the backrest, your eyes studied tightly on the door.

he opened it with the firm gentleness that would radiate off of him, the gentleness that you knew so well. he fumbled to shove his keys back into his book, kneeling down to untie his shoes.

you leaned further over the couch, watching him with your mouth open. “kirk?”

he immediately stilled, raising from his bent position and turning to slowly, slowly face you. so much looked wrong with him, with so little explanation. you felt yourself straightening your back up. “i..” he whispered, like a deer caught in headlights.

his once muscular arms now looked much more frail, with such prominent veins, like a red rash covering his whole body as they pulsed wildly, thrashing with a hunger for blood. the rash continued up his bare arms, up to his pale neck, and through to his lifeless face. he looked tired. so, so, tired.

and without thinking you rose from the couch, stepping towards him with pure concern and worry in your features. your voice came out a soft, comforting whisper, as you reached your arm towards him. “what’s wrong with you, kirk?”

he winced as soon as your soft skin came in contact with his arm, his expression a grimace as he shut his eyes as hard as you could, almost as if he could escape this situation. you were hurt by his sudden moment, and you didn’t fail to show it, no matter how hard you tried to mask it. “you look so sick,” your eyes trailed down to his figure, “is there something i don’t know about?”

he shock your arm off of him, wrapping his arms around himself in a protective manner. a low grunt of pain escaping from his lips.

“i don’t want to hurt you, please..” it was the most you had heard him speak in days, and while you should’ve been happy, the tone of his voice was so heartbreaking, so shaky and frail.

you looked up at him, eyes full of concern, brows furrowed. he wouldn’t look at you, not fully. his eyes were either trained on the ground, or glued shut. he couldn’t bear to look at you, not at a time like this. he couldn’t bear to think of the consequences.

he had been putting of his weekly feed for a while now. infact, he hadn’t fed in weeks. whether it was the guilt or hurting another that consumed him, or self hatred, he didn’t know. all he knew was that he didn’t want to hurt you. the smell of tobacco was present on him, but you hadn’t even realised it. and if you had, you really couldn’t care less, not with the state of him.

his fingers were so pale, and the effect it took for him to press them against his own skin made you wince. even more so, did his response.

“why would you hurt me?” you slowly closed the gap between the both of you, bringing a gentle hand to burns against his cheek. “you could never hurt me.”

“but i could, y/n.” he spoke seriously. it took all of the strength in him to not just take everything he wanted from you, drain you dry. but with anyone else, he wouldn’t have even made it this far. your touch sent shivers through him, the strong scent of your sweet, warm blood rocking through him.

suddenly it all became too much, his chocolate brown orbs turning a dark, sinister shade of red, his mouth opening as he gasped out a grunt of pain, clutching his cheek.you flinched, pulling your hand away and stepping back away from him. if he was in a better state than he was know, he would’ve noticed your fear and reassured you. but he couldn’t, with the growing pains in his gums.

and once you recovered from the shock of his sudden harsh movement, you saw it. where two of his teeth once stood, were razor sharp canines, the gums around them enflamed and bloody- and that was when he finally looked up at you. with the look of horror in your eyes, he knew he couldn’t hide it anymore. “i…i’m not human, y/n.”

“you’re..a vampire?” you voiced wearily. he nodded, his exhausted eyes catching onto yours. “why do you look so…so ill?” you spoke with caution, fear in your voice, and kirk could tell, no matter how hard you tried to cover it. kirk felt his heart break at that.

“i haven’t fed..in a while,” his hand was still clutching his pale cheek, his voice filled with pain and despair. he coughed shakily, his legs buckling slightly. in a state of panic, you immediately held him up straight. he sucked in a harsh breath at your touch. “i can’t..i can’t risk hurting you.”

you shushed him, leading him to the couch, your book left discarded, the blanket now kicked to the floor. he sat slowly, still wincing his features at your gentle hands. your touch felt good, too good, and that was the problem. your touch had his undead body pulsing and throbbing, like his heart was really beating again, when he knew it.

that was how it always was with you, and he had no explanation for it, not until recently. why was it he felt so strongly for you, and no one else? it wasn’t just his heightened senses, no, no..that was for everyone else, too. it couldn’t have been his bloodlust, thought he found it so much harder to spend time around you when he was on a fast. it was more than that. there was no way for him to explain it, not truly, other than that when he was around you, he felt alive.

he didn’t even feel it when you sat down next to him, occupied by a whirlwind of thoughts circulating around his brain, going through to his empty lungs. all he breathed in was you.

“do you need blood?” how you still seemed to remain so concerned for him after what you had just found out, he couldn’t fathom. he continued to stare at the ground, and you know his answer. “okay,” you hummed, coming closer. “feed from me.”

his eyes widened, his hands coming to push you away, his voice a pained ramble, “no, no, please, i couldn’t..you’re the only person i don’t want to hurt.”

he looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes so wide you were afraid they could pop out of his head. he voiced pure denial, but you knew he couldn’t deny it for too much longer, the bloodlust taking over.

“it’s okay,” you bared your neck to him, your warm breathe sending shivers through you. “take what you need.”

he grimaced, though he leaned in, his guilt so clear on his face. you brought a hand up to his hair, ruffling it so gently he felt he could cry.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his cracked lips against your smooth skin. he hesitated for a couple seconds, until you tightened your grip on his black coils, and he lost it.

his sharp fangs broke the barrier of your gentle skin, your warm blood intoxicating and filling up all of his senses. he growled into your neck, your whimpers going unheard by him in his blood lustful state. he sucked your neck with force, a bruise already forming around, what would soon be, a bite scar.

he didn’t take much, because it was you. and if it wasn’t you, he feared he would’ve drained them dry, sucked them of all their life and soul, body turning paler, and paler, until their skin was tinted grey and he had no choice but to pull away, as they held no use to him anymore.

but it was you. so he pulled away, his mouth gone just as quick as it arrived. you whimpered as his fangs retracted, his rambled words drowning out the pain. “thank you, i’m sorry, i love you,” these words flowed from his boyish voice like a river, talking before he could even think properly again.

he wiped the loose droplets of blood from your neck with his thumb, which suddenly didn’t look so lifeless anymore. his eyes had returned to their normal shade of brown, his veins no longer visible. your body relaxed against the couch as it was now his turn to dance his hand through your hair, kissing your forehead lightly, and then pulling back.

“you love me?” you grinned, your eyes half shut, but still gazing upon him.

he returned a soft grin, his black curls bouncing as he nodded down at you, regaining his strength back. “how could i not?” he mumbled.

your body felt like a million fireworks had just gone off in your stomach, butterflies zooming around at the impact- and no, your giddiness was not from the blood loss, but kirk’s admission of love. their had been an undeniable tension between you and kirk for the many months you had lived together, confessions of love always wanted to be released, but remaining to hang lowly in the back of your minds.

for when you would grocery shop for your shared apartment together, and he’d go off and gather all of the snacks he knew you loved, without you even asking. or when you’d have a movie night, and he’d pick whatever movie he knew you were dictated on at the time. but neither of you ever said anything.

and now with his vampirism so clear to see, you knew things should have changed. you knew your feelings towards him should’ve changed. but they didn’t. “i love you too,” you whispered sweetly. you rolled your body closer to him on the couch, sitting up and using your hands to steady yourself, bringing your face towards his. “kiss me?”

he complies quicker than the speed of light, his hands gripping on your waist, softly, but firmly, his touch electrifying. he shuffles his hips, urging you to straddle his lap as his lips take place on yours.

he’s soft with it at first, becoming increasingly sloppier with time. “fuck, you’re so pretty.” he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, his lips back on yours.

and then it’s happening all too quick. your hands are dragging down his back, clawing even as he dominates the kiss, one of his hands now on the back of your head, keeping you steady and pulling you into him. he’s much more vocal than he was before, your blood giving him more energy than he’s ever felt before. you tasted different to everyone else. sweeter, he thought.

he’s quick to reach for the buttons of your sleep shirt, his nimble fingers slipping the bonds between the buttons and the holes of the striped material, the silk shirt hanging loosely off your shoulders. he takes in the sight of your bare chest with widened eyes, your perky nipples hardening under the shitty cool air radiating off the fan, and kirk thinks you look perfect. he leans in, leaving soft, wet pecks all over the bare skin, leaving imprints in their tracks.

you giggle, shimmying yourself out of your matching pair of shorts that complete the set, the silk material easy and complaint to slip from your body without much hassle. you mentally thank yourself for choosing this set for tonight. he quickly rids himself of his own shirt, leaving nothing to the eye.

his chest is like a sculpture from the gods, and you wonder if his figure has always been this good, or improved when he became undead.

his hand trails down your thigh to lightly graze your panties, then he stills. he looks up at you with a serious expression, his eyes soft and thoughtful. “is this okay?”

you nod with urgency, grabbing his hand firmly and pushing it into your crotch. “more than okay.” you mutter, catching your own breath.

“someone’s eager,” he mumbles under his breath, chuckling softly. he doesn’t mind though, as he’s already lacing a finger under the lacy material of your thong, hooking it and yanking it down your legs. it bundles up around your ankles, and you kick it off with ease. “there’s my girl, so pretty.”

you whimper as he trails a finger over your bare pussy and he experiments, rubbing it lazily over your clit. he whispers praises that you can barely hear, adding another finger to the mix. he uses this one to rub up and down your slit skillfully, all your arousal accumulating up just from the touch of his gentle hand. he speaks again, this time loud enough so you can just about hear him. “tell me if it hurts, m’kay?” you hum and nod, squirming on his lap.

he pushes a finger into you at the arrival your consent, slowly and gently, as to not hurt you- once he’s fully sure that you’re okay, he slides another in, this time firmer with his movements. he doesn’t move them yet as he lets you adjust to the new intrusion, just curling them inside of you.

“more, more,” you whine breathlessly, and he complies wordlessly. without warning he starts to thrust them, not quite reaching a fast pace yet, but not slow either. he uses your whines and whimpers to his advantage, finding the pace that he’s figured you enjoy most, deep thrusts of in and out, in and out, the sounds of your wetness and his palm slapping against your pussy with each thrust creating a cacophony of passion.

and it’s not long before your muscles start to contract more often, your gushy walls tightening around his calloused fingers like a vice, when he knows your getting close, and without a second thought, slips his fingers out- with absolutely no struggle, even with your tightened walls, your arousal a perfect homemade lube.

he silences your whines before they even start with a messy kiss, and it’s right then when you realise- when did he take his pants off? you don’t spend much time pondering over it, instead over his muscled legs, and his, oh my god, perfect dick.

it’s not the longest, but it’s girth makes up for it, and you can hardly even think about it before his whispering into your ear, bouncing you on his lap. “can you lay down f’me, baby?”

“y-yes.” you manage to pull squeak out, trembling of off his lap as he arises to stand, getting comfortable with your head resting on the armrest of the worn out couch, you bought way before he even moved in. you never imagined in a thousand years it would be used in this way.

it’s not long before he’s back above you again, his face just above yours as his curls coil down to brush your skin, his front strands tickling your face, causing you to giggle. you smiles at your response, opening your legs apart with a single hand. he rubs your clit, holding his dick in the other, like he hasn’t prepared you enough already. and then he’s pushing in, and it’s oh so good, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, still feeling slightly dazed from the blood loss, the tingles from your wound sending signals all the way down through your stomach and electrifying the butterflies, down to your pussy.

it takes him a good minute to fully emerge himself, taking his time by looking at your facial expressions, waiting until the pain of the initial stretch has fully dismissed before continuing to push further in. he’s situated inside you comfortably, like the missing puzzle piece, and it’s so disgustingly loveable, the air thick with the stench of sex and cigarettes lingering from his discarded jacket laying on the side.

slowly he begins to thrust experimentally, whacking your face immensely for any signs of discomfort, to be greeted with none- so he continues, his thrusts gradually growing in speed and deepness. he uses one hand to hold himself up, propping it up beside your waist, shadowing over your figure. he uses the other hand to rub your overstimulated clit with agility, knowing all the ways to make you tingle in just mere minutes.

the way his balls slap against your smooth skin with every thrust is addictive, the way your hands grip loosely onto his forearms powering him on- just knowing how good he’s making you feel all the motivation he needs. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

“thank you.” you respond airily, your whole body bouncing with each thrust, your words changing in pitch, becoming higher as you move up and down. he lets out a small chuckle, his thrusts slowing just slightly, before returning to their normal pace.

he’s breathless himself, sweat beading up along his hairline, his chest covered in a thin pearly layer of sweat. not enough to drip onto you, but enough to show the effects you have on him. he’s grunting himself now, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. that’s when he feels that familiar tighten of your wall as again- thought it feels so much better this time, so much warmer, so much tighter. he’s grunting softly, more and more with each and every thrust, becoming more wild by the second, your bodies moving up and down in unison.

“i’m, im close..” you manage to mutter out, thought there was no need, as he could already tell himself, your not so subtle tighten around his length giving you away. he nods repeatedly, his breathing heavy and heightened.

“i know, i know baby,” his thrusts are so sloppy, and it’s so addictive to both parties. you’re not sure if you could ever live without him. fuck, how did you go so long without him before? “are you gonna cum f’me?”

and all you can do is whine in response, a whiney and whimpering mess for him, all sprawled out on the couch, your hands no longer on his arms, but laying uselessly beside your body, to weak to grip onto anything. your walls contract even tighter now, and kirk knows it’s any minute now. your soft moans don’t stop though, no. infact, he’s almost sure they’ve gotten louder as you encounter release. “come for me, okay?”

it’s almost as if he’s controlling you like a puppet, for the way you release immediately after he’s told you too. he doesn’t stop yet, not until he’s reached his own peak- and when he does, he still doesn’t slow, riding his, and your orgasm out to its full extent. and then when you’re fully spent, that’s when he finally pulls out, his body relaxing on top of yours. he doesn’t still for long though, and after a minute he’s up again, rising from the couch to kneel beside your body.

“you tired, baby?” he peers out the window, seeing how the suns just barely, but still beggining to set, and he feels guilty for the long hours he made you wait for him earlier. you hum in response, causing him to smile softly. “okay, lemme carry you to bed.”

maybe feeding isn’t so bad after all.

[lexithwrites]

When you came in, the air went out And every shadow filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you

the most beautiful commission by _oladushek_art_ (insta)

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[realbeefman]

the vicodin would make house’s blood taste bitter but vampire!wilson wouldn’t care because it’s house’s blood and it will always taste so sweet to him. and also because he would get addicted to the vicodin

[xchasingstarx]

Day 5 of Jegulus Kinktober!!

This time I wrote a lil Oneshot 💜

[chicalepidopterareblogs]

Sam Reid 🤝 Justin Kirk

Playing Lestat vampires in eyeshadows

[littleliterarylesbian]

Currently writing vampire porn and having a blast instead of what i'm supposed to actually be writing, here's a snippet!!

Regulus crosses his arm, and says, out loud, "You left me at the bar." He hears a small, sharp inhale, and someone's heart rate pick up, and when he turns to who is in front of him, it doesn't take a genius to figure out which of the two it is. Regulus has no interest in the one who Sirius has been all but rutting against like a dog to state his intentions, and he's not paying attention to Regulus either, instead focused on how Sirius stepped closer and has almost shielded him from Regulus. No, those noises have come from the one who caught his eye, Regulus flicks his eyes over for a second and Sirius relaxes, understanding the game now that Regulus has, at least to him, made his intentions clear. "I wouldn't say that, you were the one getting chatted up." "You were the one who dragged me here in the first place." Regulus sways slightly closer to his brother, closer to the man, as they bicker and hear can hear how the man gulps as Regulus sets himself up to be at the perfect angle for the other to look down his shirt. He glances up slightly and finds that his target is much better close up, messy hair with a few streaks of grey, glasses perched on a strong wide nose, and a pair of lips that Regulus can't describe in any other way then by how much he want them on him. The man smiles, wide and full of teeth, and when he talks Regulus rubs his thighs together subtly. "And who might you be?" Deep, but calming and Regulus wants to see how it sounds when it cracks with pleasure. Sirius sighs, rolling his eyes "This is Reggie, my little brother." "Regulus." He corrects. He hates that nickname. Regulus watches as the man Sirius draped himself over frowns and sniffs Sirius' hair. Predictably, his brother giggles.

[shirtlesscelebsofdaworld]

[anitalorimer]

𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary | from the beginning, everything had been sunshine and rainbows, but now, all hangs on the line. after you and brad get into a heated argument and all is about to break, brad begs for your forgiveness.

pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader

warning | swearing, kissing, angst, fluff, mature themes, arguing

The room was tense, the air practically crackling with the charged energy of an argument that had escalated far beyond its original point. You and Brad had found yourselves in a heated dispute, your voices raised and words like arrows striking their mark. The once warm and cosy temperature of your shared apartment now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the remnants of your heated exchange.

The catalyst for the argument was a date that should been etched into Brad's memory: your birthday. Yet, he had forgotten, and the disappointment that washed over you was palpable, turning the day into an emotional battlefield.

"I can't believe you forgot, Brad!" Your voice quivered with a mix of sadness and anger, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I know, and I'm truly sorry," Brad's voice carried a weight of remorse, his expression a reflection of his regret. "It was thoughtless of me."

The argument had spiraled from there, unraveling years of shared memories, trust, and affection. The wounds you both inadvertently tore open during the heat of the dispute ran deep, leaving your relationship hanging in the balance.

Silence descended upon the room, both of you catching your breath, emotions still raw from the intensity of the argument. Brad's initial defensiveness had given way to genuine regret as he gazed at your tear-streaked face, the pain he had caused etched into your features.

"I never meant to hurt you like this," Brad's voice was laced with sadness and self-reproach, his own heartache evident in his eyes. "I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am."

You blinked, anger beginning to dissipate as you took in the depth of Brad's remorse. "Why didn't you just tell me if you were preoccupied? We could have made other plans together?"

Brad's shoulders slumped, and he took a cautious step forward, his gaze fixed on your eyes as he reached out, his fingers hovering in the space between you. "I should have communicated better. I let my own negligence overshadow how much you mean to me."

Your expression softened as you listened to Brad's confession. You could see his genuine remorse, a mirror to his own regrets and vulnerabilities.

"I wanted your birthday to be special, and I ended up ruining it," Brad continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I love you more than words could say, Y/N, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, your emotions in turmoil. Taking a tentative step forward, you closed the distance, and Brad enveloped you in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the weight of your own mistakes heavy on your conscience.

You held each other in silence, the weight of the argument and the pain gradually giving way to the warmth of your shared embrace. When you finally pulled apart, Brad cupped your tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Brad's voice was a plea, his vulnerability laid bare.

You gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there, the same love that had woven your lives together. With a shaky breath, you nodded.

"I forgive you, Brad."

Relief washed over Brad's features, and he pulled you into another tight hug, as if afraid to let you go.

From that moment on, you both vowed to communicate better, to treasure each other's emotions and cherish the time you had together. Your love proved unbreakable, even in the face of the darkest moments. As you both worked through your issues, your relationship emerged stronger, a vow to the power of forgiveness and the resilience of two hearts intertwined.

[aintgonnatakethis]

find the word tag

BIG thank yous to @fortunatetragedy (here) @gioiaalbanoart (here) and @bagheerita (here) ❤️️❤️️❤️️ I've got 3 of these stacked up so I figured I'd try to do them all at once! Everything will be below the cut as this is gonna get long. Warnings: one NFSW and one depiction of reasonably graphic violence. 👍

My words are bride, fork, coin, snack, edge, sip, orbit, court, stealing, enthusiasm, days, and red!

Tagging: @wolgerrswraith @romances-not-tragedies @lychhiker-writes @drchenquill @the-golden-comet Your words to find in your WIPs are screen, cheek, allow and topple.

Bride - November: Break-up for The Aspec Year Challenge (SGU)

He throws a bachelor party and stands up for Everett at his wedding and gently extricates himself from the bridesmaid's clutches. Normally he would sleep with her, simply because it's the expected thing for him to do, but it happens to be Emily's sister and he wants none of that, thank you very much. Everett finds him after a couple of hours, where he's secreted himself away in a corner of the room. The newly married man has clearly had too much to drink and is way too handsy with Telford. It's dangerous, but a wedding is surely enough cover, Telford reasons with a sudden unexpected burst of desperation. Everett's girlfriends have never taken him away, have never come first, but a wife is another matter, isn't it? Telford doesn't want to lose Everett.

Fork - Aliens made them do it (SGU)

"Let's fucking do this," the man growled, spitting a mouthful of blood into the dirt. They were showered with dust as they moved deeper into the tunnels, at one point the width narrowing so much they were forced to shuffle sideways, rifles detached from their tac vests. They arrived at a fork, one tunnel leading upwards and the other down, the latter steep and treacherous looking.

Coin - June: Mermaids for The Aspec Year Challenge (James Bond)

It had started roughly six months ago, gifts beginning to appear on Q's desk without anything attached that could give him a clue as to who his sudden benefactor was. There didn't appear to be a pattern in temperament or price. A stuffed elephant one time, a box of the finest Cuban cigars the next, followed by a Newton's cradle with tiny cats hanging off the outermost balls, followed by a puzzle box intricate enough to flummox Q for a record two days - a flattened Roman coin inside - followed by a gigantic cat tree, still contained in its four large boxes. Q had questioned his staff and actually believed them when they swore they hadn't seen who'd left them, even if it seemed nigh on impossible to smuggle so many metre-and-a-half square boxes through the bowels of MI6 without anyone noticing.

Snack

Edge - What Big Teeth You Have (SGU)

Young glared daggers at him, while Telford flopped down on his side, his head coming to rest on Young's knee. It was all very... intimate. The whole thing: casual touches and bedding down together and the practised edge the whole situation carried. The protectiveness, the trust, the astute readiment of violence brought to bear in defence of one another. A lot of the soldiers stationed here showed similar regard for their fellows, but still the instinct that he was witnessing something that went beyond the 'bond of brotherhood' nipped at Rush's heels.

Sip - Dentist (SGU)

They sipped their drinks in companionable silence for a while, sitting comfortably shoulder to shoulder. If Telford were another man, he would get drunk and stay here tonight instead of facing Rush so soon. But he wasn't another man. That other man was sitting right next to him.

Orbit - i am a prisoner just like you 2x03 Awakening (SGU)

Alternatively, maybe sex was something Telford could use to pull Rush further into his orbit. He was the only one who knew the man was a vampire, and it had been long enough since Rush had joined the program that it was impossible for him to come forward without getting himself in a great deal of trouble. Everything else about him belonged to Telford. Why not add his body to the mix?

Court - i am a prisoner just like you 2x02 Aftermath (SGU)

The man was at least attempting a direct approach, Telford generously decided. Telford was always the person who was very straightforward about personal relationships: this is what I want. What do you want? If we're compatible, good for us. Tell me if anything changes and I'll do you the same courtesy.

Stealing

Enthusiasm - Your Own Worst Enemy (SGU)

"Those are for shuttles," he says, gesturing with his flashlight. His statement kicks off a rapid fire discussion on the subjects of mining and refining, production and repair. The geeks are in their element, the enthusiasm even breaking through in Rush's demeanour. Unfortunately the eagerness is short lived, a thudding sound coming from the other side of the blast door bringing the conversation to a screeching halt. Silence hangs in the large space as everyone hopes it was just their imagination. Of course it isn't, because they couldn't be that lucky.

Days - The Little Death (SGU)

Telford breathed hard, eyes tight shut behind the protective shield of his arm. "You're killing me." He knew he sounded winded and he also knew he didn't care. Rush laughed, slapping him lightly on the thigh. "You're so fucking into it." The problem was that he wasn't wrong. It was disgusting how into it Telford actually was, the constant arousal swirling through his gut, the teasing and orders and edging and Rush stringing him along and then informing him that no, actually, he wasn't allowed to come tonight. It made Telford think about what if Rush hadn't shared the timeframe of their little exercise before they'd started. He wouldn't know the target was five days; he'd be constantly caught in the trap of will-he won't-he. It was exciting enough to him that his cock took a long time to flag and he almost suggested they go another round. He didn't because asking for things showed people you wanted them and he was giving Rush enough rope as it was.

Red - Sheppard-turns-Kolya-over-to-Todd (SGA)

Before Sheppard had time to blink, let alone draw breath to formulate a response, Todd snarled viciously and slashed his claws across Kolya's lower back. The man arched into a bow, the breath knocked out of him in a great whooshing wave. Sheppard could see the blood dripping from Todd's fingers, the impact of the droplets striking the floor echoing across the room to his ears. He could imagine the rivulets it was running down Kolya's back, a river of red against bruised and torn skin, the cuts deep and bewitching in the way they would bulge grotesquely under the strain.

[lestatslestits]

Btw a question that has been haunting me for DAYS:

If Tale of the Body Thief is adapted in modern (2022 or onward) time, do you think Lestat will just like. Get COVID?

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after the show | b.s

summary: brad finishes a great show in London, and after he loses the adrenaline and excitement, he just wants to be close to his favourite person.

word count: 918

A/n: thank you to the anon that requested this!!! i love fluffy brad! you guys are the best, all the requests in my inbox are so cute so feel free to keep them coming!

*

The roar of the crowd continued as the boys ran off stage, the four of them cheering as well. Their show at the O2 in London was insane, and the adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

“That was sick!” Tristan screamed, all of them agreeing in the form of cheers and hugs.

“Absolutely insane,” Brad agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He loved the feeling he got right after he walked off the stage at a show. The energy of the crowd would continue to feed off him for a while, and he would just continue to think about how much fun he had with the boys on stage performing for their wonderful fans.

They ran down the hall backstage to get to the dressing room, chugging water and getting undressed from their stage clothes, ready to be in something more comfortable. Brad couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, but as he looked around the room he wished you were there. You wanted to come to the London show so badly, but you needed to pick up a late shift at work so promised Brad you would have a nice night in together once he got home.

“Alright boys,” Brad said, wrapping his arms around all of them. “I’m gonna head out, the lady is waiting.”

“Have a good night,” Connor said while patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, don’t be too knackered.”

“No promises,” Brad winked, grabbing his jacket that he had flung over the back of the chair as he headed out.

The adrenaline was still pretty high as he made his way back to your place together, his ears ringing as he sat in silence. It was always a weird feeling, going from the loud music and cheering to a silent car, or a silent room. It was a stark contrast and Brad sometimes found it hard to adjust. He replayed the night in his mind, still smiling to himself.

*

You sat on the couch, a blanket thrown over your lap and a cup of tea in your hand as you watched a Christmas movie. You felt cozy and warm and were happy to be done work. You looked at your phone to check the time, expecting Brad to be home soon. You were excited to see him and were disappointed that you had to miss the show tonight. You adored watching Brad on stage. The way he exuded such confidence, such joy and positive energy, it radiated off him.

You heard the door open and smiled, looking over your shoulder to see him walk through the door.

“Hey baby,” you grinned. “How was it?”

You beckoned him over to you, and he flopped onto the couch next to you, immediately taking your hand into his. His rings felt cold for a moment, but your hands quickly warmed up together.

“It was amazing,” he smiled. “I wish you were there.”

“Me too,” you pouted. “But I’ll be at the next one, I promise.”

“Can’t wait,” he grinned.

“Want some tea?” you asked, moving the blanket so you could get up and make him one.

“Yes please, babe,” he said, his soft brown eyes melting your heart. “And one of those ginger biscuits you buy that I love so much?”

“Of course,” you laughed, placing the blanket over him and walking to the kitchen to boil the kettle and get the biscuits.

You were able to see the couch from the kitchen, and watched as Brad pulled his knees up and rested his head down on the arm of the couch. He always got sleepy after a show once his adrenaline depleted. He would crash and just want to cuddle on the couch.

You poured the tea and grabbed the cookies, making your way back to where Brad was. You set the mug on the table beside yours and placed the cookies down as well.

“Tired?” you asked, sitting back down beside him.

“Come here,” he mumbled, opening up the blanket inviting you in.

You lay down, cuddling into him as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours.

“You have the post show cuddles?” you joked, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved holding his hands, they made you feel safe.

“Can I stay here forever?” he asked.

“I wish,” you giggled. “Want your tea?”

“Just want to hold you,” he smiled sleepily, brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You loved when he got like this. For some reason, when he had an adrenaline crash he wanted nothing more than to be close to you, touching you everywhere and holding you close. It made you feel warm. Safe. Happy.

“Are you gonna do this even when I go to the show tomorrow?” you teased.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’m gonna do this all the time.”

He sat up reluctantly, sipping his tea and eating his biscuit, smiling blissfully. He turned to your, placing his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to your forehead, and then your lips.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he told you sincerely.

“And you’re mine,” you smiled, kissing him again.

He lay in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his curls, listening to the slowing and deepening of his breathing as he dozed off, drained from an amazing night.