#plus there would be more dish washing and honestly i've had enough of that for one night lol

[mittensmorgul]

me, upon walking into the kitchen at 1:18 am and seeing the perfectly ripe bananas i was going to turn into banana bread: heck is 1:18 too late to make banana bread

me, upon looking around the kitchen: heck why is the sink full of dishes? i can't make MORE mess when the sink is full. guess i gotta put these in the dishwasher before i can make banana bread. oh right we ran the dishwasher and haven't emptied it yet

me, at 1:20 pm: emptied and then refilled the dishwasher. i have an empty sink, and 20 minutes later have zero energy for making banana bread at 1:39 am... >.>

i'll make banana bread tomorrow

#i WOULD HAVE made the banana bread at 1:18 but apparently 1:39 is just beyond the pale #i mean it takes an hour to bake and like 15 minutes to mix up first #and then like an hour to cool enough to wrap and put away #and i do want to sleep someday you know? #plus there would be more dish washing and honestly i've had enough of that for one night lol #my life as a muppet

[the-fiction-witch]

What is this Place?

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Cute

Concept shopping

I stood in the kitchen finishing up with the dishes from breakfast and finished drying off my hands just as I heard his steps down the wooden stairs and soon enough he arrived in the kitchen for a second I was slightly taken aback given the last I saw him he was in his boxers and small robe from bed and now he was dressed for the day ahead, I didn't think we were doing anything or going anywhere but he wore, his lace-up brown leather boots, his blue slightly washed out skinny jeans the knees almost completely white a few small holes in need of repair, his dark blue shirt with the triumph branding on it even if the shirt was a little washed out too, and his blue plaid button down even if it wasn't buttoned at all. He ran his hand through his hair as always fixing it to its usual place even if he was in need of a trim sooner rather than later and he would likely need a shave in a few days as there was obvious little stubble starting to form on the edges of his lips and his chin. he came into the kitchen grabbing his wallet from the kitchen table forcing it into his pocket a hard job given the tightness of the jeans and the thickness of his leather wallet, then again not like he had any money in it just a mess of the various cards needed to get around London. 

"Hi hun," He says giving my cheek a kiss

"Hello, Aren't you all nice and dressed up today?"

"This is dressed up to you?" he asks slightly confused 

"I'm simply saying you look very handsome" I smiled giving his nose and kiss and heading to the living room with my tea 

"Really?" he smirked coming and leaning on the kitchen and living room doorway "My little lady like me dressed up like this?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"Noted" he smirked 

"Where are you off to anyway?" I asked "I assume given you're wearing shoes... and pants. you're going somewhere" 

"On an adventure" he answered 

"to where?"

"Parkers"

".... yes" I nodded even if my mind was utterly blank 

"I need a new helmet" 

"Oh, why? what's wrong with the one you have?"

"its getting on a bit. I've had the damn thing nearly four years and it does get used an awful lot. plus some of the padding on  the insides starting to come out so its time for a new one" he explained 

"I see." I nodded "Can I come?" I asked

"You wanna come to the motorbike store with me?"

"If I'm allowed?"

"You're allowed your more than welcome to come with me hun, I just don't think it'll be particularly interesting for you." 

"Well, would you like me to come with you?"

"I would like you to come with me, it's very sweet" he cooes "Come on then we'll go to the motorbike shop and we can get ice cream on the way home," he says grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it on, I grabbed some shoes and my bag and followed him out to the car.

We grabbed a coffee each on the way and we headed through the busy streets until finally arriving at this large glass and black building, we got out and headed inside and immediately I lost him and I was overwhelmed by motorbikes littered around the store, a whole wall of motorbike helmets, a wall of boots and a large wall of racks of jackets and other such gear, as well as displays of various equipment, tools, and such items. it was like an insane labyrinth of madness the second we were inside I lost him to the madness. I walked around looking at various things for what honestly felt like hours, for a while I was convinced I had entered some kind of mechanical Narnia. 

"what is this place?" I complained as I found yet another wall. 

I grabbed my phone from my handbag and  called him up "Hello?" He asks

"where are you?" I asked 

"What do you mean where am I?"

"I lost you the moment we got in here and I think I'm lost"

"Ground floor, back wall just follow the wall from the door okay?" He laughs before handing up, eventully I found the door again and I followed the wall back until I was deep in the wall of helmets where finaly I found a wild thomas. with way more then just a helmet.

"What happened?" I asked noticng his pile with a box for new boots, a new jacket, two new shirts, some random tools in boxes, a pair of gloves, and he was trying various helmets on as he stood around them 

".... in my defence. I was left without supervison" 

"do you really need all this?" I asked 

"yes."

"fine" I sighed "Pick your new helmet and lets go" 

"Okay" He says going back to his deciding "May I also go and look at the new KTm coming out in june?"

"No."

"Please?" He whines 

"Look. no touching. and if you buy another motorbike I get to dye your hair."

"we have a deal." 

#tbs #thomas #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster

[dracwife]

This question is for one or all of the boys: what's something cute Dex does that you've noticed? Something that makes you fall even deeper in love? @captainscyarika

Thank you for asking!

"I think it's cute that music is so important to him. Whenever he hears a song he likes, he'll have me listen to it, all excited. Or he'll ask me to play him something if we're sitting around. We have a piano, in our den. I mess around with it after dinner usually, and sometimes he asks me to play him something while he cleans up. I offer to help, and he always says I'm banned from washing dishes because I don't do it well enough, but I think it's just that he needs music to do chores, and he wants me to be the one to play it for him. It's very endearing when he tells me he's found a song that reminds him of us, or of me though. I think that's my favorite."

"It's probably in poor taste to say I find a lot of entertainment in seeing him deal with House and his team, isn't it? Rowan is really laid back. I mean, it takes a lot to piss him off. But sometimes, someone on the diagnostic team somehow manages it, and man, Rowan lays into them. I mean, really just... It's jarring to see at first. But it's also weirdly fascinating. I usually am able to watch from my office, but once or twice I think he and House really got into it, and Rowan kind of set him straight. Well, not exactly, because we know how stubborn House is, but... Definitely made him more open-minded to whatever case they were working on. It's almost a talent Rowan has, because I don't think I've ever seen anyone able to convince the Dr. House he might even for a second be wrong until then. But Rowan sure wasn't just going to not try; And that kind of determination and passion for his work is admirable. Plus he'll usually come right over to me and as a distraction from being annoyed, he'll ask to get lunch or something. Which I'll never say no to."

"There's a lot of little things Mickey does that I find cute, honestly. Most of them are stupid, subtle things that no one ever would really notice, but I think they're endearing. Stuff like him biting his lip when he concentrates, and that he always wears a rubber band on his wrist to play with when he's thinking. But if I have to pick something more obvious, he does this thing when we're at home relaxing...When he still had his own apartment, we'd be sitting on his couch, and I don't know why, but he'd always say I sat in 'his spot' and at first I moved out of the way, but then later on I just kind of stopped bothering. I didn't know he was serious about it until he'd purposely either sit on me or lay on me while we were just hanging out there. Like, one time we were playing I think Pikmin, and he just draped himself over my lap. Because that was his spot and he wanted to lay there, I guess. I didn't mind much then, and now that we live together I still kind of don't...Even if he's taken to now laying across my lap even say, when we're in bed watching something, and I'm on my side anyways. It's an excuse to just be close to me, I think. And it's cute, because he usually smiles when I hug him or, like, rest against him when he does it."

#💫 Sam #James 🌞 #💻 ; Tim #f/ovember

[brideofcthulhu10]

The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all. 

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again. 

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer. 

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was. 

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

 Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!  

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret. 

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk. 

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time. 

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

 "Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two. 

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

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sobs you're the second person i've seen who knows beyblade and that made me super happy aaaaaah :') then! for your first beyblade request, since this happened to me more than once as a child, can i ask for kai and ray scenarios where they're having a beyblade battle with their crush and upon launch, their crush's bey ricocheted off the stadium wall and smacked them in the face (not a serious injury)? and their crush had to hide their face because lol embarrassing.

Haha yay, a beyblade ask! lol

Kai Hiwatari

It happened too fast.  You havefinally convinced the Kai Hiwatari tohave a practice match with you, and of course, the second you launched, yourBeyblade took a strange bounce, shot out of the dish, ricocheted off thenearest wall and flung itself back at you. Too fast for you even see the blade coming before it struck the middleof your forehead with enough force to shoot lancing pain through your entirehead.

Unfortunately, it didn’t not hurt enough to distract you from thehumiliation.  

You screamed hysterically inwardly as you clutched your face,demanding to know how the hell thiscould happen to you now.  You weren’t this bad!  Launching was a beginner skill and while youweren’t as good as Kai (who was?) you were better than to let your blade takean awkward bounce!

“Hey.”

You tensed up, trying not to hyperventilate as Kai’s voice washed overyou.  Unfortunately, when you tried toreply, it came out as a garbled whimper that made your face burn even more.

“You okay?”

He didn’t sound like he was laughing. Of course, he barely smiled most of the time….

The pain was receding, leaving you with nothing but your shame and theknowledge that you were going to have to face him.  Swallowing, you peeked out between yourfingers.  “That depends on if you areonly counting physically…”

Kai snorted, lips twitching and something close to amusement movingthrough his crimson eyes.  “Let’s seethen,” he stated, reaching up and gently grasping your wrists to pull yourhands away from your head.

You flinched, since this meant he would see your burning face, but youdidn’t fight his grip, or return your hands to your face when he released yourwrists.  Of course, you were too busybeing surprised at his curling fingers beneath your chin to lift your face sohe could see it better.

His thumb swept over your cheek in a way that would have beencomforting if had been any other situation. Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes fixed to the no doubt redmark on your forehead.  

His lips twitched again, his time curving into a self-satisfiedsmirk.  Caught off guard by his suddencloseness, you were not prepared for him to lean forward and touch his lips tothe developing bruise on your forehead. “All better?” He rumbled, still smirking.

You let out a squeak, whether in protest or something else, but beforeyou could react any further he was gone, sauntering away like he hadn’t justoverloaded your poor brain.  He-

“You still owe me a match,” Kai threw over his shoulder as he moved tohis side of the dish.

Ahhhh….

 Rei Kon

Rei watched practically in slow motion as your blade took a bad bounceand shot out of the dish and struck your face. He cringed instantly, knowing it absolutely had to hurt.  It was the kind of accident that could happento anyone, even him, and he felt really bad for you.  Plus, he was kind of worried, since it lookedlike the blade struck your noses.

“_____!” He half-shouted, holding out his hand for Driger and catchingit as it flung itself out of the dish.  Hehurried around the dish to where you were hunched over holding your face.  “Are you all right?”

You let out a little groan, which honestly, would have been adorableif you weren’t clutching your face in pain. “I-I’m fine!”

But when you didn’t look up, Rei’s worry grew.  Brow furrowing, he reached out to take yourshoulders in hand gently and lift you back into a straightened position.  You came mostly willingly, and almostinstantly he saw the blood peeking from behind your hands.  He couldn’t tell where it was coming from,since your hands covered your whole face, but he suspected somewhere above yournose.

“You’re bleeding,” he said gently, worry fluttering in his gut.  “May I see?”

“No,” you murmured, muffled, in reply, sullen, he thought which wasweird.

It didn’t take him long to realize you were probably embarrassed.  Bad bounces happened to everyone, but rarelydid they come back to hit you in the face. He understood, but didn’t think there was any need to hide your facecompletely.  “I need to see the damage soI can know how to help,” Rei cajoled, mindful of your flustered feelings.  “It’s okay, ____, there’s nothing to beembarrassed about.”

“Says you,” you muttered, a little petulantly.

Rei laughed quietly.  “It was anaccident, it’s happened to all of us, if not quite so dramatically,” hesoothed, touching his fingertips to the backs of your wrists.  “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You sighed, knowing it was a lost battle.  Despite your burning, and aching, face, youlowered your hands to reveal the damage, and the tears in your eyes caused bysaid damage.

It was worse than he thought. The attack ring had caught you on the bridge of your nose and left aninch long cut.  Rei wished he hadsomething to press to the wound, to stop the blood from spilling down your facelike it was currently doing.  The cutdidn’t look that deep, but it was probably painful and was definitelymessy.  Because he had nothing to helpyou on hand, Rei instead wrapped an arm around your shoulders and startedherding you towards the closest building, ignoring the way you tensed inalarm.  He liked having you under hisarm, he just wished the opportunity had come under better circumstances.  “They keep a nurse in this field office, sowe’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

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