i'm not a baby daddy (yet)

[M] C’mon baby, work for it

Pairing: Jikook
Word count: 3.1K
Genre: Smut|Warning: Daddy kink; slight degradation

Jungkook was with Taehyung. Again. And Jimin was beginning to think that he was increasingly spending more and more time with him just to rile him up. Every time he caught the two playing together, he would pretend as if he didn’t notice Jungkook trying to steal subtle glances at him and look away pouting with a slightly disappointed look on his face when he realized that Jimin wasn’t paying any attention to him. That, of course, was a lie. Jimin was always paying attention to Jungkook. Always. He was always watching him and was usually the first to approach him at times when it seemed like he needed some help. And he was always the first one to console him and shower him in praises whenever he was feeling down. It’s almost like he had a radar built-in in him, one that could detect when anything was a little off with Jungkook, and make it possible for him to cheer up his boyfriend. Jungkook, although he didn’t voice it very often, was very appreciative of Jimin’s actions. Frankly, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that he leeched off Jimin’s love and attention, as when Jimin wasn’t present with him at any time, he would crave him, almost like a child craves his mother when she’s gone for too long. And sometimes, he would even pretend to be sad just so he could feel Jimin’s arms around him, holding him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he coerced him to sleep.

But on other days, days like today, he craved a special kind attention. He would act naughty with his hyung, grinding up against him when he knew that no-one was watching, and sneaking little touches here and there when they walked around in public. Jungkook liked to be a bad boy you see, and he liked to be punished for it. He loved the thrill of anticipating Jimin’s actions towards him. He loved it when Jimin punished him so hard- fucked him so hard, that he was unable to walk the next day. Today too, was one of those days. Knowing how much Jimin despised him spending time with anyone else but him, knowing what jealousy did to him, he purposefully decided to spend the whole day with Taehyung, not sparing Jimin so much as even a small “hi”. So when he noticed Jimin walking into the living room late in the afternoon, he hoped for him to drag him into their bedroom and get to business, but he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when Jimin outright ignored him. Not breaking his calm, he played with Taehyung a little more, glancing at Jimin every now and then. But each time, his irritation grew as he saw Jimin immersed in his phone and ignoring him completely. After a while, however, he decided to screw being calm and after leaving Taehyung with a slightly confused face, pulled Jimin into their shared room and slammed the door shut.

“Woah there Jungkook-ah,” Jimin warned. “What’s gotten into you?”

You,” Jungkook hissed in annoyance. “You’ve been ignoring me all day today.”

Smirking internally, Jimin replied, “Ignoring you? What are you talking about Jungkookie? I would never ignore you!”

“You say you would never ignore me, yet you’ve been doing it the whole day!” Jungkook screamed. “I’ve been trying to get you to pay attention to me the entire day, and all you’ve done is act as if I don’t even exist, and ignore me!”

“Get me to pay attention to you? Jungkook-ah, what do you mean?”

“Make you jealous! I’ve been trying to make you jealous the whole day, you ignorant imbecile!”


Taking small steps towards Jungkook, Jimin spoke with a low and intimidating voice, “What did you say? You’ve been trying to make me jealous?”

“I- I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook cowered, Jimin’s deep voice making blood rush to his nether regions.

Jimin slowly started backing away and as he approached the door, made a swift turn to face away from Jungkook. Just as he was about to turn the door handle, Jungkook spoke again.

“Punish me.”

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anonymous asked:

it really speaks to your writing prowess that i already love Percival Rex and it's not even posted yet???? like all we've got are snippets but jesus god i'm legit obsessed with it and can't wait until it's finished????? WHA T ARE YOU DOING TO ME

Have a snippet.

“He… While I slept, Daddy.” Credence shook, pressing his face tighter to the man’s. “He did it while I was asleep… Like - like some thing he could just use.”

“I know, baby, I know, he’s a vile creature.” Mr. Graves murmured, pressing a kiss to Credence’s jaw. “Once you have the baby we can get rid of him. I promise.”

“I want it to be yours, Daddy.” Credence couldn’t help the way his breath hitched as he stared at his father. “I hate him. I hate him so much, Daddy, I can’t stand it.” Long, pale fingers slid along the man’s jaw, thumb brushing at the man’s chin, over his lower lip, Credence looking up at Mr. Graves through his lashes. “You said you’d do anything for me, Daddy.”

“And I will, schatzi.” The man murmured, leaning forward, his lips barely brushing Credence’s cheek as the boy turned his head away. “Sweetling, I swear to you I will get rid of him.”

“Promise?” The boy whispered, looking up at the man again, all fae eyes and gentle beauty, seeing the way the other man’s eyes darkened, the way his father’s hands shifted to curl more possessively about his waist. This was a man who loved him unconditionally. This was a man who would do more than die for him, who would kill for him, if Credence so asked.

Jesus Christ had died for his soul, Credence knew, but Mr. Graves was the only one who would want the tainted, blackened thing his soul was now. The only one who would fight for the mind, body and soul of broken, sinful, little Credence Barebone.

  • *2.30am, 221B Baker Street*
  • Baby Holmes: *crying*
  • Sherlock: *pacing the flat, rocking his son; yawning* Alright...alright, you win! You can come with me on my cases.
  • Molly: *making coffee; scoffs* I don't think so.
  • Baby Holmes: *still crying*
  • Sherlock: *desperate* It's been an hour, Hamish *sighs* Fine, I'll buy you a car, you can play with John's gun...I'll even give you the entirety of Mycroft's liquor cabinet if you let Mummy and Daddy sleep.
  • Molly: *chuckles* I'd prefer for you to take him on your adventures *places his coffee on the table*
  • Sherlock: *rests Hamish on his shoulder; smirks* I knew you'd come around.
  • Baby Holmes: *snivelling*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, thank God. Don't move...I'll get some blankets *hurries to the bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; to the baby* Thanks, son.
  • Baby Holmes: *falling asleep*
  • Molly: *returns wiht the blankets and baby monitor; sets them on the sofa* Be careful. Don't wake him up!
  • Sherlock: *gently lowers to the sofa; sighs* Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Excessive time spent sleeping on the sofa, not to mention supporting our tiny human-
  • Molly: *kisses his forehead* I'll massage you in the morning. Fair?
  • Sherlock: Mmmm.
  • Molly: *ruffles his hair* Happy Anniversary, handsome.
  • Sherlock: *sleepy* Happy Anniversary.
Keith and Lance's First Child
  • Keith: *laying on a bed, holding a baby with inky black hair and dark blue eyes wrapped in a light blue blanket* Oh my god,I can't believe it. I have a baby boy.
  • Lance: *looking down at the baby in Keith's arms* He looks just like you, but he has my eyes.
  • Keith: I know, he's wonderful.
  • Lance: He's not just wonderful, *reaches over to run over his tiny fingers, which unfurled and tightly grasped it in a little fist, making Lance smile* he's perfect.
  • Keith: What should we name him?
  • Lance: Hm, I want his name to unique, I want it to mean something.
  • Keith: I think I know what I want to name our son, Marcus.
  • Lance: That's a perfect name, Marcus. Marcus McClain-Kogane, our son.
  • Keith: Welcome to our family, Marcus. I'm your dad, and Lance is your dad, too.
  • Lance: Can I hold him?
  • Keith: Sure, *gives Marcus to his husband* be careful not to drop him.
  • Lance: *gets baby Marcus in his arms from Keith* Hi, Marcus. It's Daddy, Lance. I may not…I may not turn out to be the best dad in the world yet, but… *his voice trembled and tears welled up in his eyes* ...I love you, Marcus. I love you so much... *his voice broke on the last word and tears trickled down his face, and he touched one finger to his tiny cheek, stroking it ever so gently* It will take me a while to get good at this whole 'daddy' thing, so be patient with me…but I swear on my life, I'll always protect you and keep you safe.
  • Keith: So will I, Marcus. I promise Daddy and I will keep you from harm and teach you everything we've known and seen.
Ashton + Why?

The ten minute uber drive seemed to last hours. 

You had no more tears to cry. 

Your whole body was numb. 

Your mind was racing.

How were you to tell Ashton what just happened?

Most importantly, how were you supposed to tell Ashton what happened, on a big day of his career?

.. .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  . ..

Ashton glanced out the window of their main hotel suite, clothes lined racks in the middle of the room, hair and makeup were setting up shop, he could see press and fans stalking the outside of their hotel. It was the night of MAA, The Music Agency Awards (aka: an award show I made up), and they were nominated for multiple things.

You’d left during their press junket to go to the doctor for a sonogram, it was your second one, you were three months along, you swore you’d be okay alone. 

But you were wrong.

You called him twice and he didn’t pick up, you figured he was still in interviews. By the time he called you back you were in full on sobs in the hospital room and didn’t dare answer your phone. Instead, you just texted him you’d be there in fifteen minutes.

You somehow got yourself together and called an uber. The driver kept trying to make conversation but you sat silent, you couldn’t even process what was going on in your mind let alone what he was telling you about his wife.

You got out without saying a word, ignoring the yells from paparazzi and fans as you walked in. In the past year you’d been nothing but nice to anyone who wanted a picture or wanted to chat, they all knew you were dating him, he didn’t keep it a secret. But they didn’t know you were three months pregnant with his baby.

The elevator ride to the top floor seemed to take just as long as the uber ride. The doors opened and you were immediately greeted by a security guard who recognized you and told you where he was. 

As you got closer to the door you started crying, one door away you could barely breathe, and you almost choked when you jumped at the door opening. Calum greeted you with a huge smile and a half eaten banana in his hand, letting you know where Ashton was; somehow you managed to get him to get Ashton to come to the hall.

A few seconds later he turned the corner, wrapping you in his arms, his happy voice echoing in the halls as he asked how his ‘little bugger’ was doing and grabbed your barely there stomach.

You lost all of the air in your body, your voice disappeared, you looked up at him and opened your mouth but nothing happened. He kept asking questions about it’s size and weight and if you knew what it was before a loud sob interrupted him and you leaned back against the wall and slid down it. 

He said no, and kept repeating it over and over again. “No, no, no, no…..” he whispered, bending down on his knees. “This can’t be real, this isn’t happening.” He pulled your head up to look at him, the tears on your cheeks and the fear in your face was all too real. 

“What? I.. Why?” He barely got out in a whisper as he held onto your face, “Tell me, babe.” 

You mumbled out some form of what it was, by the time the doctor had told you why you were barely coherent. You informed him you had an appointment in two days to get everything figured out before you lost it again. You lost all control of your body, all control of your emotions, all you could do was sit in the hall and cry into Ashton’s chest as he held you.

You could tell he wasn’t crying. He probably didn’t believe it yet or hadn’t processed what was going on. Neither of you knew how much time had passed by before the door opened, and Michael looked down at the both of you, immediately knowing something was wrong.

Once they stood you up to take you to your hotel room you blacked out the rest. You woke up to a dark room aside from a TV which was playing the awards show. You felt a hand on your stomach move a little and looked up to see Ashton starring at the TV, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

You assumed he chose not to go. You were thankful for that. 

You wiggled a little to let him know you were awake before you sat up and kissed him, tasting the salt from his tears on his lips before you started muttering how sorry you were. He immediately hushed you, pushing your hair behind your ears, incessantly telling you it wasn’t your fault.

Casey.” He said, “I think we should name it Casey.”

Of course you both hadn’t discussed names, you didn’t even know a gender yet, hence why he picked a gender-neutral name. 

“That’s perfect.” You forced a smile, because you figured naming your first baby would be a month long fight but you’d agreed in just a few words. 

Casey was the perfect name, for your new little angel.

Me, logging into tumblr these days
  • Me *wakes up*: welp lets log in to tumblr. Time to face my demons. Gotta see what this baby is up to now. Gotta check in on the adventures of Freddie Tomlinson.
  • [scrolling, scrolling, scrolling]
  • Me *intrigued*: Well, well, Wellington. It seems as if [insert person] has found yet another plot hole in this baby mess. I'm fine as long as these people keep finding TRUTH
  • [scrolling more intently now]
  • Me *laughing while beginning to mentally snap*: This is fine. KEEP THROWING SHIT AT ME COWELL.
  • [sees sixteen new pictures 8 new tweets and 43 new theories]
  • Me *starts crying*: I'm fine. These stunts can't break me.

anonymous asked:

Ginny + the birth of Lily Luna :)

Harry burst through the door, panting and red in the face but he was too late: his wife was already sat up in bed, a little bundle wrapped in a yellow blanket in her arms, the picture of maternal bliss. He slowed to a halt, his devastation over missing the birth of his third child morphing into immediate joy at seeing his beautiful wife and the newborn both so peaceful on the early summer’s morning, and said, “He wasn’t supposed to be here yet–I didn’t want to miss it!”

She came out quickly and early,” Ginny corrected with a smile, “and I’m not sure whether lack of consideration for others is a Weasley or Potter trait.”

“Probably both,” Harry grinned, then stopped short adding, “Wait, she?!”

“The Healers got it wrong,” his wife replied, “and we have a beautiful baby girl, so get ready to meet your daughter, Daddy.” 

He crossed the room in one stride. Perhaps he wasn’t too late, after all.

[Want a fic for Ginny’s birthday?]

Preference #1- He has a daddy kink
  • Luke: Soft moans we're emitted from your mouth as Luke pushed into you. His lips were moving around your neck, sucking and biting as his hips moved up, pushing deeper into you with every thrust. "Oh, daddy." You moaned, not realizing what you had just said. Luke whimpered, his body moving even closer to yours. "Did you-- Did you just call me daddy?" He asked, with a little smirk on his face as pulled out of you fully. "Yeah." You nod, not sure how he'd react. "Fuck, that's hot." He moaned, burying himself inside of you. "Say it again, call me daddy." Luke said, his breath hot against your skin.
  • Calum: Calum was always one for trying new things in the bedroom. Sometimes it was toys, other times it was role play. Today, Calum told you that he had something new that he wanted to try out. "I though maybe you could call me daddy." Calum said, as his hands roamed up and down your almost naked body. "Daddy?" You asked, with a smirk as you looked up at him. "C'mon, be a good girl." Calum said, as he gently pushed you down onto the bed. "And what if I'm not a good girl, daddy? What if I'm naughty?" You asked, biting your lip. "Naughty girls get punished." Calum growled into your ear, as he lightly smacked your bum.
  • Mike: Lately, you and Mikey had discovered that you both had a slight daddy kink. What really turned Mikey on was when you called him daddy outside of the bedroom too. Sometimes, you wouldn't even notice when you called him that, and would slip in front of the other boys. At your parents house, you were mindful of what you called Mikey, not wanting to slip up around them. At dinner, you and Mikey sat opposite your mother and father. "Daddy, could you get me some ice please?" You asked your father. At the same time as your father, Mikey stood up, thinking that you were asking him. "Oh--um..." Mikey gave your father an apologetic look before sitting down.
  • Ashton: Since the beginning of the relationship, Ashton was very straight forward about his daddy kink. At first you weren't into it, but now, it turn you on just as much as it turned him on. "Daddy, fuck! I'm so close!" You moaned, loudly as Ashton rammed into you continuously. "No yet, kitten. Be a good girl and hold it." He demanded as your nails dug into his back. After a few more torturous minutes of holding back, Ashton gave you permission to come. "Daddy! Oh Daddy!" You cried out as waves of pleasure coursed though your body. "Good girl, baby." Ashton said, kissing you softly.
(*& baby boy/girl
  • julian: didn't daddy tell you to do your chores?
  • julian: did you forget that i have cameras within the house and i can see what you've been doing
  • julian: and if i'm looking at the screen correctly, the bed is not made, the basement is not cleaned, you have yet to do your laundry or your school work and you are still laying in bed at five in the afternoon
  • julian: do you want spankin's when i come home.
Preference #18: You Tell Him You're Pregnant
  • Michael: You groaned as you read the tiny +. "Yep," you said to yourself. This was the 3rd test you had taken. You were definitely pregnant. "Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend, Michael call. You quickly threw all evidence in the trash and left the bathroom. "Hey babe," you smiled. You went about your day as normal, trying to forget that there was a tiny baby living inside of you. You knew you ought to tell Michael, but you had no idea how he would react. You and Michael agreed discussing starting a family before, but both agreed you were far from ready. Through out the day he kept asking you were you okay, when you kept dying when playing video games, when you got lost in a day dream involving diapers and crying babies, when you didn't eat much at dinner, and you lied and said yes. But the next morning, he knew that something was wrong. You were sitting in front of the toilet, puking up all the food you didn't eat, and it never seemed to stop. Michael held your hair back and rubbed your back. When you finally stopped, you could barely hold your head up so he carried you back to bed. "I'm sorry," you mumbled into his muscular chest. "Why baby? You can't help this. It will pass soon," he said, playing with your hair. "No it wont!" you whined. "What?" he said, confused. "Is there something wrong?? Are you like...sick-sick?.....you don't have cancer do you?" You looked up at his face and you could almost hear the 1000s of worries dancing through his mind. "No!!" you told him. "I'm fine. I'm just um....I'm pregnant Michael," you said, worried about his reaction. He looked at you before saying, "Oh thank fuck!" He kissed you slowly, even though you knew you tasted like vomit. "You're not mad?" you asked when you pulled away. "No. I thought there was something wrong. How could I be mad baby?" he said. You sighed with relief. "And we're gonna have a baby," he smiled. "That's crazy," you said, barely able to believe it. "I know. But we're gonna do just fine, don't you worry."
  • Calum: "Babe?" You called to Calum. "Yeah?" he asked running up the stairs. "You okay?" You nodded. "What date is it?" you asked him. "27th, why?" he said. "Oh," you replied. You had missed your period for the second month in a row and were beginning to get worried, before you realised that you could be pregnant. "I think I'm pregnant Cal!" you told him. His eyes widened in surprised. "Take a test!" he urged. "I need to go to an interview, but call me okay?" he said, kissing you sweetly before he left. You took the test, which came out as a big fat positive. You were so worried, mainly because you would have to take care of a little baby, but you didn't know if Calum wanted a baby or not. Well you knew he did, but you weren't sure if he was ready yet. "Y/n?" he called, 3 hours later running through the door. "So?" he asked eagerly. "I took the test.." you said. "Is it good news or bad news?" said impatiently. "I don't know," you mumbled before handing him the positive test. You watched his scan the screen. "It's great news!" he grinned. You giggled. He picked you up and spun you around. "We're gonna have a baby!" he said, his eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Yeah we are!" you smiled. "My mom is gonna be soo happy! What about the boys when can I tell them? Can I get him or her a guitar?? I can't wait to show him to the fans! What should we name it??" he rambled on and on. You were just so happy that he wanted to start a family with you.
  • Luke: You stared at the little blue plus wondering how this could happen to you. You were a good kid. You did well in school, you listened to your parents and you had a cute boyfriend who you loved dearly and wanted to be with forever. But you were both too young. To young to have a baby. You were still in school. You could not believe it. You and Luke were being "safe". How could this of happened to you. What would you're parents say? You heard the bell go, just then remembering you were sat in a cubicle of your high school's bathroom. You quickly got up, checked yourself out of the office and ran to the only place you could think of going; Luke's house. "Y/n?" he said, confused when you showed up at his house, mascara running down your face. "Oh baby what's wrong?" he sat you in his lap and gently stroked you're hair. "Tell me what's wrong princess," he said trying to calm you. "I can't Lukey. You'll break up with me if I do," you cried. "Did...did you cheat?" he asked, suddenly shocked. You shook your head. "No, never," you assured him. "Then what? It can't be that bad!" he said. You shook your head again. "Luke...I'm..I'm pregnant!" you blurted out. He stared at you in utter astonishment. "Oh baby," he said and held me close as I sobbed into his chest. He just sat there rubbing my back, unable to say anything. "What are we gonna do?" you asked between sobs. "You can't get rid of it. It's a real baby?" he said, amazed. "I know. I'm just.. I'm so scared," you said, crying harder. "It's okay," he repeated over and over. "We can do this. It can't be that hard right?" he asked helplessly. It just made you cry more. "Don't worry. One thing's for sure, you're gonna be a great Mommy!" he smiled. "At the child is gonna be so spoiled!" he said. You giggled. Maybe you could do it after all.
  • Ashton: You and Ashton had being trying for a baby for a few weeks when you found out you were pregnant. You were so excited. You imagined the little baby shoes, showing him/her off to your friends, endless sleepless nights that would be totally worth it, a cute baby bump, teddy bears, pink or blue everything but mostly you couldn't wait to see the look on Ashton's face when he held your child for the first time. You smiled all day and everyone noticed. "You look extra-great today," your mom smiled. You wanted to tell her but didn't. "You look so happy? What's up?" Your bestie asked you. You just laughed and winked. "You seem kinda different. But kinda in a good way?" Ashton looked confusedly at you. "We'll I feel different but In a good way! I'm just so happy!" you giggled. "Why?" he said, still confused. You smirked and drummed your fingers on your non-existent bump. Suddenly, he got it, a huge smile appearing on his face. "We're pregnant?" he asked. You nodded, smiling. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" he yelled, laughing. "I know!" you said. He kissed you, the kiss filled with passion and excitement. "I'm so happy you're gonna be the mother of my baby," he giggled again. "Hi baby!" he said talking to your bump now. "I'm Ashton, I'm your daddy!" He looked up at you smiling. "I love you so so much already," he told your baby. "I just can't wait to see you. I'll sing to you all the time, I promise. Even though I'm not that good at singing," he laughed again. "Do you think he can hear me?" Ashton asked. "Oh yeah, even though his tiny ears aren't formed yet," you said. He laughed but continued talking. "I'm gonna spoil you to bits. I'll teach you how to play the drums. And you better love Vegemite. And I promise, I'll never, ever, ever leave you," he placed a kiss on your belly. You knew Ashton was gonna be the best dad in the entire world.
  • A/n: Request preferences and imagines pretty please.
So I haven't seen the episode yet, but this is what I'm seeing from my dashboard. Tell me if I'm close.

Dragon Queen was canon. (Regina could be Mal’s baby daddy)

Swan Queen is canon.

Emma literally cannot focus on anything but Regina.

Team Swan-Mills undercover.

Like her worrying is on a different level of married.

Mal debuted her mafia boss attire. QoD car ride. Regina called shotgun. Apparently, there’s a train in Storybrooke now, wtf.

Colin’s acting is really good when he actually gets quality material to work with.

Regina protecting Emma too.#so married

Sad Rumple.

Snow being a douche about Regina’s undercover mission and its progress although it’s only been like a day.

Sea Devil totally observed everything while being sassy ladies.

Regina in leather!/ hungover Regina!

anonymous asked:

can you do the rest of he teaches your daughter to say daddy because it's so cute I'm going to die

tysm, Luke/4 is here



He’d try to be fine with missing so much of your child’s life, especially the most important of them growing up, but he’d really be hurt that he’d miss the baby say their first word. When you’d visit him on tour with your child, Calum would pretend to be hurt that your little one had not yet said “daddy” and the other guys would try and help them say it, though Calum would only e the one to finally get it out of them, ending in a shower of smiles all around.


Michael would be home for a few weeks, finally getting to spend time with the family. He’d have made it just in time for your child’s first word - this being “Michael” because they;d heard you shouting Michael from downstairs. He’d un down to see you gob smacked and you’d all burst out laughing, so Michael would sit with your child until they stopped saying “Michael” and started calling him “daddy”.


He would be so bored babysitting your baby whilst you’d be out shopping, so he’d decide to sit them down and try and teach them to say “daddy”. He’d know it wouldn’t be going well when your child would be shouting “dud” instead of “daddy”  or anythign remotely close. He’d try not to laugh, and you’d be gone for another 4 hours before you toddler would even say it once.

(Michael’s killed me to write omg bye)

- sarah x

Malum- one shot

Malum imagine.


‘Don’t leave YN, don’t fucking do this!’ The tanned boy screamed as you slide your fingers through your now messy and tangled strands of hair.

'I can’t do this any more Calum! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!’ You scream back fighting the tears you knew was coming.

Lately you and Calum had been arguing 24/7 with every conversation it was leading to an argument and you couldn’t handle it anymore, the two of you hadn’t even shared a kiss in over a month and you didn’t even realise it until he left this morning with so much as a goodbye.

So you decided to leave it’s just as you were packing he walked through the door with a bunch of your favourite flowers.

'So what? You were just going to leave me!? Leave us!?’ He paces back and forth until you don’t answer he freezes and looks you straight in the eyes as try begin to well up and a single tear falls down his flawless cheeks.

'You were weren’t you, you were going to walk out that door with no intention at all with coming back for me wasn’t you!’ You only notice he walks toward you when you walk back, not afraid but just out of instinct.

'What do you want me to do cal!? Stay here as argue with you again!? Every night? Is that was my life is about? Is that as good as it gets for us! We argue so much we have nothing to argue over so you pick stupid shit to argue about!’

'You should stop pissing me off then Y/N! And no that isn’t as good as it gets because when I ask you to marry me and we get married on a white beach somewhere I have no idea where yet that’s when you’ll no that’s as good as it gets! And the first time you tell me I’m going to be a daddy to our first baby that’s gonna be as good as it gets! And when were old and still arguing over me not letting you get peppers on our pizza and I’ll let you anyway and you’ll laugh at me picking the green ones of that is going to be as good as it gets!’

You laugh at the last reason because you had the exact argument yesterday night.

'I love you Cal and I did intend on coming back.’ You say with a smile as he cocks his head to the side as if to say 'if you was coming back why are you going’ so carry on.

'You already told me you was buying me teen wolf box sets for my birthday, I still want them’ you laugh as he shakes his head.

'I love you YN, more than life itself. I love you more than there is stars in the sky and grains of sand on a beach!’

You wrap your arms around the lanky boy and pull him close.

'Good because I love you more then that and I can’t live without you!’


You’re currently at a dinner with your mum and dad and your boyfriend Michael.
It’s the first time of them meeting Michael face to face. You knew they didn’t like him a soon as he walked up the drive way.

'Why do you have pointless tattoos? What does that band around your arm symbolise!?’ Your mum raised her voice at Michael, she had been picking faults with him for the last half an hour.

'To you it maybe point less but when I’m old I’ll look down and see that I was once young and rebellious against society and I didn’t care, I got random tattoos from around the world as I toured many places with my bestfriends doing what I love to do!’ Michael says clearly trying not to sound offended and angry.

'Oh yes your a singer and a guitarist in that silly band, I think your talentless and that’s why you don’t sing that much!’ Your dad shoots out of nowhere and you knew that’s what would brake Michael and so did your dad.

'Dad stop it, why would you say that!? Your such a dick!’ You don’t care for your language as you see Michael duck his head down and close his eyes lightly nodding to himself.

'So now you think it’s okay to swear!? I don’t want you involved with this boy, I don’t want you to even speak to him nor think of him, do you understand? He’s nothing and your something Y/N .

By this point your in a flood of tears that’s when Micheal stands up and slams his hand down on the table causing your mum to gasp.

'I may not be your favourite person but Y/N should be and I for one would not ever do what your doing now! Whilst I’m with her a tear of sadness will not fall from her eyes, the only time she will cry is when she’s happy because iv asked her to come tour with me and my band as our opening act because she is incredible and worth so much more then you and your miserable wife.’

You laugh at Michael trying not to punch your dad as he grabs your hands and pulls you up.

'I love you YN, forever and always, your the cookie to my cream and my muse and you fucking complete me’ you place your lips on his and raise your middle finger to your mum and dad as you walk out.