based on this fic by @sealcowboy but with vamp! Joost, if you haven’t read it you should their writing is very good n ur missing out!
An:I shit this out and didn’t proofread so don’t even be surprised if its mid. But if you thought i wasn’t gonna have at least ONE halloween fic you were WRONG.
Tags: Vampire! Joost x reader, (blood) drinking, sleezy man alert, confessions, you dressed as Van helseing :P. 3.7k words
⊱ ─── ꧁ ༺ ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆༻ ꧂ ─── ⊰
The cold air nipped at your cheeks, you glanced down at your phone to make sure the address matched. It was obvious though, the grass thumping with the muffled bass inside, every window in the house gleaming with red lights and the shadows of plastic ghosts and spiderwebs. You pulled your trench coat tighter around you as you stepped towards the door of the house.
Joost had asked you what you were doing this weekend as you surfed the internet at his cafe. Ash from his cig landing on your keyboard as he leaned over your shoulder. You should be squirming in your seat, you’ve seen what he can do but never seen him direct it towards someone who didn’t really deserve it. He looked down at you, your phone vibrated with a text from him and before you know it you found yourself walking up a strangers steps.
Before you could wonder if knocking was worth it, the door swung open and a wave of music and fog seeped out. Joost stood between you and the crowd, He leaned on the doorframe and looked down at you, eyes gracing over your costume. There was a short pause as you both looked at each other.
“How’d you know i was here? Or are you just playing doorman.”
“I heard you” He said as if it was obvious. Then another pause, you wanted to move into the warmth but his body was blocking your entry.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” He scoffed.
“Im Van Helsing, duhh” You pulled the trench coat aside to show off the wooden stakes at your hip.
“Should i feel threatened?” One blond brow lifted as he looked at you. “Plus he doesn’t carry stakes, wheres your crossbow?” A subtle smirk grazed his lips as his words began to get to you.
“Ugh, atleast i dressed up! What’re you supposed to be, Gerard way?” You motioned down at his black button down and shorts, He wore a red tie and some black chunky sneakers with a collar with long spikes around his neck.
“Shoulda died your hair at least-“
“Im not Gerard Way” He scowled at you
“Not a good one anyway, where’s your eyeliner?” He ignored you at this point.
“Im a vampire, see?” Joost pulled his hair back to show you two red dots sitting over his original bite, red paint smeared from rubbing against the spiked collar. “Ive been getting compliments on my fake fangs all night” He flashed them at you, you rolled your eyes as he laughed lowly.
“This is… cheating.” You ducked under his arm into the warmth of the house, the door shuts with a thunk behind you. Turning on your heel you look at Joost, eyes falling to the drink in his hand.
“Show me where you got that” your finger jutting at the cup wrapped around his fingers. He rolled his eyes muttering “Bossy” as he pushed past you
Joosts tall figure parted the sea of bodies like a knife, you followed in his shadow as he pushed past couples kissing and dancing drunkards to finally reach the kitchen. You bumped into his tall back when he suddenly stopped, he barely turned around as he reached behind himself to pull you to stand in front of the table of assorted drinks.
“What’re you drinking” your voice only traveled so far, the thumping of music drowning out any words that left your lips. Joost cocked an eyebrow at you and turned his head in attempt to listen better. Instead of screaming into his ear you hooked a finger into the rim of his cup and tilted it towards you to look inside. He set his cup down to pick up a fresh one, filled it with some coke and Bacardi and shoved it in your general direction. You smirked as you plucked it from his hand and took a healthy swig, Joost liked to act mean but he couldn’t hide that pleasure to serve from you.
The mix sent a burning sensation as it moved through you, it wasn’t long before the room got warmer and your tongue looser. You watched as Joost gulped down the last of his drink, then poured another hefty serving and gulped that down in seconds. Your brow furrowed, mouth agape as you watched his adam’s apple bob with every gulp, his head tipped back as the liquid trailed down his chin. He pulled the empty cup and swiped the back of his hand against his chin before turning to fill his cup again. If hes been drinking like this all night it surely wasn’t showing, wait…
“Can you even get drunk?” You almost hoped not, the display of him chugging rum like that was almost disturbing. His shoulders slumped slightly as he leaned closer to respond.
“Well… kinda, it’s way harder for me because of… my costume.” He flashes his pearly whites again. It seemed less like a smile every time, more like a display of power. He leaned closer into your ear, so close the feeling of his breath against your neck gave you goosebumps.
“It’s not cheating, by the way” You could smell the alcohol as he spoke, his voice low and gravely. He pulled away before you could bite back, you wondered if his costume could pick up the way your heart beat picked up, it could.
Before you could respond you were lurching forward as someone bumped into your back, Joost’s hands flew out to catch you before you fell over. Your head whipped around to land on the culprit, a man dressed as Hugh Hefner stumbling as he gripped onto the table. The glass bottles clinked as he steadied himself, looking towards you as if he hadn’t even noticed you. You took a gulp of your drink in preparation.
“Whatre youu suppose ta’ be?” He reeked of booze.
“Im Van Helsing.” You wanted to sink into your cup by now. The man ignored your answer.
“Yknoww… youd makea good bunny” The toothy grin he wore made you feel sick, you hid your grimace behind the rim of your cup. He muttered something else before trying to reach out to you, before he could reach halfway his eyes shot above your head. He paused his movements, hands wavering in midair as he spoke again.
“This yer’ bodyguard?” He was looking at Joost behind you. You couldn’t see the way Joost looked down at him with a deep scowl, like he was the deepest scum of the earth. You simply nodded your head.
“Well, jus’ lemme know if get tired of him, hehe, i could take care a’ ya, baby” He leaned in to emphasize the last word, biting his lip as he yanked a beer out the ice bath on the table. You turned to Joost as he was leaving, but felt an icy hand on your lower back as he walked away, a squeeze way too low for comfort. You jumped as he looked back at you, shooting a wink your way before walking back into the party.
You turned back to Joost, The scowl still set deep in his brow as he watched the man pass. You set a hand on his shoulder and shook your head, wordlessly saying “ don’t worry about him, it’s not worth it”. He only rolled his eyes, expression softening as he looked at you. You turned back to the table and grabbed the coke to cut the burn in your drink.
“This drink tastes like shit by the way, i dont know if-“ Your sentence was cut short when you realized your audience was gone, vanished from thin air like the ashes in a fire. You looked to the left, saw a couple making out like two zombies fighting to win, to the right and saw people roaring with laughter but no Joost. You didnt really want to be here alone with that Playboy fraud wandering so you moved to search for him.
Pushing through the crowd you caught no sight of his towering figure, you scanned each room for his pale figure but found him nowhere. You even searched outside to see if he had taken a smoke break and he was nowhere to be found. You were shocked not to find him there after searching everywhere else. So you trudged back into the house, wondering if he would ditched you here after being the one to tell you to show up in the first place. You wondered to the far side of the house, the music a low rumble in the floorboards as you finished the last of your drink.
In a secluded hallway you pulled out your phone, opening his contact to try and see if you could find out where he had run to. With your head down you couldn’t see where you were walking and bumped into a man with a crouched figure and a frantic look on his face. You muttered a “sorry” but he only mumbled about how someone had been hogging the bathroom for ages and scuttled off to find somewhere else to relieve himself. As you walked down the hallway you picked up a smell that reminded you of something. Smokey and harsh on the lungs, it reminded you of sitting in the cafe. You followed the scent to the bathroom, you could see the light shining from the crack at the bottom of the door.
You knocked firmly, pressing your ear against the door when there was no response, then wiggled the handle with a pointed aggression, Still nothing.
“Joost… I know you’re in there-“ Before you could finish your sentence fully, you watched the light disappear and the door flew open. His hand emerged from the dark and wrapped around your bicep, dragging you into the darkness before you could even think. The door slammed shut behind you, Joost bracketed you against it as he twisted the lock. There was a pause as you stood plastered against the wood like a statue, the only light from a thin window on the far wall. You both breathed with shuddered breath, you could feel the chill of the air around him. Your mouth parted to say something but he beat you to it.
“You scared?” His breath had that same boozy smell, but there was a metallic tinge that overshadowed it. You wanted to say yes, that he was probably drooling at the sound of your heart pumping blood through your veins like a machine. But for one second you feared that would be your last words, so you forced your head to shake no. He straightened up, looming over you in the darkness and took a deep breath in, then out slowly.
“You gonna freak out if i turn on the lights.” His speech was slurred, voice thick like he was speaking through syrup.
“What am i gonna see…?” You tried to keep your voice steady but with every word it fizzled out. He snickered quietly and you heard him shift in the darkness.
“Just brace yourself.” Light flooded the room before you could respond, eyes squinting as you adjusted to the difference. You scanned the small room as much as you could, bottles knocked off the counter and sweaty handprints on the mirror. Joost’s figure looked equally disfigured, the top buttons on his shirt were undone and his red tie pulled loose. Your eyes widened as the met his chest, Glossy red liquid coated him from his chin to his spikey collar. You caught the sight of blood on his teeth as he plucked out the butt of a cigarette from his lips and tossed it in the toilet, the rim red as if he was wearing lipstick before he slammed the lid shut.
“What… happened…” You barely could muster out a whisper.
Joost only shrugged and plopped down hard on the lid of the toilet, his hand fishing in his pocket to tug out his pack of cigs and a lighter. You stood in place as he flicked the flame alive, lighting the white tip and resting his head on the back of the toilet. His jaw tensed as he blew out the smoke, his head turned to the side to look at you, still cemented in place, still wondering how we got here.
His hand reached out for the shower curtain, pulling it back in one swift motion. At first all you saw were bare legs, unmoving against the cold porcelain of the tub. You forced yourself to move closer, revealing the black silk robe of the body, then the cold pale eyes of his face.
“Oh jesus…” You pressed a hand against your thumping heart as if it would slow it down. The veins in his skin were a prominent icy blue against a ghastly white background, his face looked sunken in and his eyes were staring blankly forwards, almost as if he were looking right through you. His robe was pulled back to expose his neck which, besides the deep chunk out of it , was surprisingly less bloody than Joosts face.
“Joost…” He mumbled at the sound of his name but you were speechless at this point, the thought that this guy was walking and talking minutes before this and now you were looking at the bite marks in his arteries, it sent a shiver down your spine.
“You freakin’ out?” His head lolled towards you, swirls of smoke settling in the air as he grinned around the cigarette. You tugged the curtain closed, the sight of the body making your stomach turn the longer you looked at it.
“I mean, yeah a little…” Your brain was racing with thoughts, right now you were locked in a room with a carnivore and a dead body in a house filled to the brim with people. You sighed deeply
“I thought i told you not to worry about it.” Your hands gestured at the chilled body behind the curtain.
“Well you never actually said anything-“ He shrugged dismissively.
“How the hell are we supposed to get rid of this” He chucked and shrugged his shoulders, flashing another sickly grin as he looked at you. It was as if he liked how you got worked up. You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing with exasperation. Joost was not being much of a help, lanky figure draped over the toilet like a ribbon as smoke billowed from his mouth. There was no way for you to get hugh hefner out the house without being caught, so you needed to find a way to disguise him from the partygoers until you were far,far away from this place.
“okay… i have an idea but its not very good…” Joosts eyes met yours as you spoke, anxiously smoothing your hair as a self soothing measure.
“Are you gonna help me.” You spat. He giggled in his seat, swiping a large hand over his face, smearing the blood in his chin.
“I would love to, but honestly…that guy-“ His finger juts towards the curtain. “He’s making me feel funny” Joost is speaking slower now, words drawing together.
“what the hell do you mean?” you said incredulously.
“He was really drunk.” His words were peppered with giggles. “It’s hittin’ me all at once.”
“But i thought you could barely get drunk!”
“I think i just digest the blood better, this has never happened before.” You’ve never seen him so smiley before, it sucks you had to be caught in this situation for such a sight to be seen.
“Whatever… just stay here, im gonna figure something out…” You told him to lock the door when you left. He sat on the lid of the toilet in silence as you searched the house for something, and right as he thought you ditched him you came knocking once again. He stood on his feet like a newborn deer, wobbling to the door to let you in. You pushed past him and set your riches unto the sink.
“whats all this?” Joost swayed behind you, hands gripping the white sink around your hips as he leaned over your shoulder.
“This is just to buy us some time so we can get out of here.” A lampshade, marker, and oversized scarf sat in front of you, You pushed past Joost to decorate the body as he focused on trying to still the spinning room. You wrapped the scarf over Hughs neck, then shoved the lampshade over his greying eyes as Joost perched on the toilet seat to watch. You pulled out the marker and scrawled over the fabric of the shade as a finishing touch.
“Party animal?” He read off the lampshade “You spelled it wrong” His eyes crinkled from the shit eating grin plastered on his face.
“Thats on purpose dumbass, you said he was drunk and this was all i could think of. You gotta better idea?” You bent into the tub to wipe up the leftover blood stains, pulling away to look at your display. Once you decided it was perfect you slid the curtain closed again and turned to Joost. You motioned for him to get up, he braced himself on the sink and forced himself unto wobbly feet. You could tell he was pretty plastered, hair ruffled from running his hands through it and a small smile resting on his bloodied face.
“Are you gonna be ok? You look fucked up.” You tossed the tissues and marker into the toilet, flushing them away and turning to him. He shrugged his shoulders, you couldn’t tell if that meant yes or if he didn’t know either.
“Well can you walk? We should leave now before anyone sees us.” You couldn’t help but to be a little concerned, he seemed to be using all his strength just to stay upright.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, ‘s long as you’re here” Joost stumbled towards you, tripping over his own feet. Your eyes grew wide as he lost his balance and toppled on top of you, you wrapped your arms around him and braced yourself, using all your strength to keep him upright with a groan.
“Ughh, you’re heavy Joost. Just work with me so we can get out of here.” He wrapped his arms around you, muttering about how he hasn’t felt like this in so long. You had to maneuver him around you, placing his hands around your shoulders as he hummed into your ear. Finally you were able to escape this prison of a bathroom.
You trudged out the bathroom with Joost on your back like a backpack, You dragged him along as he mumbled nonsense into the crook of your neck. You tried hard to ignore the goosebumps on your skin as his breath tickled your neck, focusing more on finding the exit than how close he was to you. It didn’t help that people kept stopping you to complement your costumes, Joking about how you had a vampire tossed over your shoulder while dressed as a vampire slayer, if only they knew.
Someone even stopped you to ask where Joost had got his fake blood from, Joost turned to you with a grin.
“See? My costume is good” He murmured into your ear when you turned away, you only huffed in response.
When you finally reached the biting chill of outside you breathed a sigh of relief, letting the cold air kiss your skin before you set out to get Joost far away from this house. It wasn’t long before his voice broke through the icy air.
“that guy deserved it, yknow…” His voice was quiet as you pulled him along. You sighed into the open air.
“Yeah he did, doesn’t make it right though.”
“Sometimes i cant help it, seeing him treat you like that i just… ugh i’m just so drunk.”
You laughed at him, wondered if he was gonna wake up and remember all this and cringe or pretend it never happened. There was a pause until Joost spoke again.
“I just don’t want you to be afraid of me…”
You didn’t laugh this time, you felt strange, your heart was aching for a man who seemed so emotionless in the cafe and here he was leaning against you showing remorse.
“Im not afraid of you Joost. You haven’t given me a reason to be, not yet.” He nuzzled his head into your neck. You felt him take a deep breath in, savoring this moment that would probably never come again. He hummed into crook of your neck.
“‘smells s’good, so sweet.” You wondered if he meant the faint perfume you wore or something else, you knew he was gonna regret saying so much later.
“Y’know, you really should be afraid…” There was something haunting about his voice now, it dropped in tone like he was speaking from a different part of himself. Your heart picked up as you stayed quiet, scared to egg on his thoughts when he was so inebriated.
“Can i say something messed up?” He picked up on your rising heart rate, continued anyway when you didn’t respond.
“Sometimes when i see you my heart races like crazy, s’ like a visceral reaction… You always look so… pretty. But my brain, s’ like- I just can’t let pretty be pretty, I get all destructive. I-I don’t know why but i just wanna… I mean- it starts nice but i jus’ spiral. Like, I wanna be close to you, protect you n’ all that but… I also kinda wanna sink my teeth in your fucking neck. But then id never see you again, so I don’t, I wont.”
Theres a long silence, The sound of heavy footsteps scraping off concrete. Your heart is beating out of your chest, You’re not sure what to say to him so you simply say nothing.
“Sorry, that was a lot wasn’t it, I shouldn’t-a said that. Ugh wait… i feel like shit, unf- i think I’m gonna- HURRK“
The next time you see him at the internet cafe he doesn’t say anything right away. Cigarette propped between his lips and his signature scowl still on his face, you could tell there was the smallest hint of shame on his face. You didn’t say much either, except right before your time was up when you sauntered to his desk and propped your chin on your hand and spoke.
“You know you owe me a new pair of shoes, right?”
⊱ ─── ꧁ ༺ ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆༻ ꧂ ─── ⊰
An2: Guys im surprised i wrote this much so quick, it aint much but its honest work (￣ω￣). Feedback welcome!!
angel!joost // him seeing his first snow fall from down below
the snow comes overnight.
you know it the instant you wake, that strange, heavy silence outside, the kind that muffles most people. while still half-asleep, you roll over and find joost missing from his place beside you.
he’s at the window instead, sitting very straight in the chair by the curtains that he probably brought over from the kitchen. his wings are folded tight against his body, feathers muted in the pale morning light, twitching every now and then.
“joost?” you murmur.
he doesn’t look at you right away. his gaze stays fixed outside, voice quiet. “it’s falling. i think.”
you drag the blanket with you as you get up, padding across the floor to stand beside him, yawning. beyond the glass, the street is covered in white. rooftops and trees softened under a fresh layer. snowflakes drift steady through the air, catching the glow of the streetlamps.
“snow,” you say.
he leans closer, eyes wide. “i’ve never seen it like this. it looks… alive.”
you smile, tucking the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “come on. it’s better outside.”
he follows you into the cold barefoot at first, until you force him back inside for shoes. his coat he handmade hangs loosely from his shoulders, the scarf you wrapped around him a little crooked. still, he doesn’t complain.
the moment the air touches him, he stills. flakes settle in his hair, cling to his lashes, melt against his skin. he tilts his head back, breath fogging in the chill.
“they vanish as soon as they touch me,” he says, holding up a hand.
“that’s what they do,” you answer, brushing snow from your own sleeve.
he opens his mouth, lets one land on his tongue. a small furrow forms between his brows. “cold,” he whispers, surprised. “i expected it to be.. warm. it looked warm from up there.”
you grin. “that’s the point.”
you crouch and scoop up a handful of snow, and pack it together. joost kneels immediately beside you, almost slipping, watching and learning.
“like this,” you say, holding up the uneven ball.
his first attempt is too dense, almost ice.
“gentler,” you correct.
the second try holds. he studies it carefully, both hands cradling it, his fingers turning red at the tips. “and now?”
“now you throw it.”
he frowns, furrowing his brows. “at what?”
“at me.”
his eyes widen. “why would i do that?” he tilts his head like a puppy.
“because it’s fun.”
you toss your own snowball at him. it plants against his chest, landing a bit on his cheek. he looks down at the damp mark, then back at you.
slowly, he tosses his own toward your shoulder. it breaks apart on impact due to how frailly he clumped the snow together.
you grin. “see? easy.”
it never quite becomes a fight. more a careful exchange of snow, you laughing when he misses altogether, maybe on purpose. he never throws hard. probably scared of hurting you.
after a while, you drop onto the steps, breath fogging in the air. joost joins you, snow scattered through his blond hair, wings slowly loosening and shaking off the snow as he exhales.
“it’s really quiet,” he says at last.
you nod. “that’s what i like about it.”
he sits with that for a while, watching the flakes drift down. his scarf has slipped almost entirely from one shoulder, but he doesn’t notice.
“it feels like i can breathe more in,” he mumbles, huffing out, the air steaming around him. “like the air is new.”
you lean against him, shoulder to shoulder. “give it a few days. it’ll melt into slush. its.. really, really gross, honestly, with the mud and all...”
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