umm i tried

Life Is Strange

so me and my boyfriend are playing Life Is Strange on his PS4 and I mentioned it being kind of popular lesbian stuff and he just looked at me all confused like: whaat what lesbian there are none… wait you mean Chloe and Max… they are friends..umm but they are cute…ummmmmm I don’t know Kate.

*3 hours later*

Chloe: If you’re hardcore then kiss me Max 
choice one: Kiss Chloe                      
choice two: don’t kiss Chloe

me: ooooh yeeesss finally
boyfriend looks at me grinning while I laugh and try to steal the controller from him: ooooooooookaaay you were right *he himself hits option one* 

both: awwwwwwwwwww 

Originally posted by goldenfluffy


Bran felt all cold inside. “S h e   l o s t   h e r   w o l f,” he said, weakly, remembering the day when four of his father’s guardsmen had returned from the south with Lady’s bones.

L a d y,” she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

alleak  asked:

1, 9, 10 and 17!!

1. When did you get into art?
I’ve been interested in art for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t start drawing seriously until I was about 13 or 14. I got it into my head that I wanted to start drawing manga, and from there I kind of spiraled. I realized how much there was to learn, and how much I wanted to learn it, and I’ve been trying to improve ever since!

9. What is your least favourite piece that you have done?
Okay but I have so many least favorite pieces…
Umm one time I tried to paint the cover of The Selection by Kiera Cass in gouache and it went great until I tried to shade the face and it came out terribly. A true humiliation. I haven’t had the guts to retry it! D:

10. What do you like most about your art?
Mmmm… this is actually a really difficult question to answer! I think what I like most about my art might be that it feels very much like me. Like, I can definitely see myself in what I create, from the colors I choose to the expressions my characters wear. I like that. 

17. What would you absolutely refuse to draw?
s m u t

Thank you!

Save Me - Chapter 44

I can’t fucking believe I just said that?!

‘You’re my dream’

What an idiot. I just can not stop embarrassing myself in front of this man. Damn it, Vivie…WHY?!

If I was going by the utterly shocked, WTF look on his face, I think I can safely bet I just scared the living shit out of him. No doubt he’s heard that more times than he can stomach from his fangirls and groupies. Wonderful. The last thing I want is to be grouped in that category. Time to backtrack…if that’s even possible.

“Umm…ya know…I…umm,” I mumbled. I silently tried to figure out how I even begin to fix this?

For fucks sake, GET IT TOGETHER, VIVIE!

“I just meant that I, umm,”

I needed to stop and take a breath. What am I even doing? I stopped talking and looked away again trying to gather my thoughts then tried to start again.

Deep breath…

“I always wondered if what I wanted, what was missing from my life was just a fantasy that sounded really erotic and amazing. And, if I ever did experience it, I always wondered if could I handle it. Or would it end up being a 'once not for me, let’s move on now’ kinda thing. I’m not explaining this right..” I said shaking my head.

I think I might have just made it worse. After a few minutes of silence, Jared reached for my cheek and made it a point to look into my eyes. With a very calm but serious look on his face, Jared asked,

“Well, what was your conclusion, Vivie?”

'Be brave enough to be honest’ became my mantra instantly. I know I can trust him.

“If I’m honest with myself, my conclusion is that this isn’t just an erotic fantasy, it’s a need. I felt more whole in the time with you than I have in my entire life. It’s like discovering a part of yourself you didn’t really know for sure existed. I have you to thank for it. You helped me find myself. Thank you, Jared.” I said as I bit my lip and looked away.

Even if he got up, walked out that door and I never saw him again, I’d be grateful for the time we spent together. I realized tonight that what I thought I needed and what I do need are the same thing.

The scared shitless look on Jared’s handsome face was nowhere to be seen. It was replaced with something else that I really couldn’t describe.

Pulling me in closer he said, “It makes me incredibly happy to hear that. You are so fucking special, Vivie.”

I had to ask…I just had to. If I didn’t, I’d forever wonder.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“What’s your question?” He quietly responded. He almost sounded scared.

“Are you like this with all the women you’re with?”

I could feel my heart pounding. Did I really, really want to know with certainty that I was one of many? Damn it… WHY did I ask that question?! Fuck! No way do I want to know…

He took a moment to answer and tucked my head down waiting, fear was taking over.

“No, Vivie, I’m not like this with just anyone. In fact, I’ve never really been the way I am with you with anyone else. Why do you think you confuse me so much?” He said as he cupped my cheek, pulling my lips to his as his tongue slid easily into my mouth.

Umm well i tried my best to draw like the manga and there she is ƠwƠ My latest OC
Name : Shinozaki hijiri
Byakuren hijiri
Shion Takatsuki
Dob: 22/5
Height: 1m65
Weight: 55kg
Hair: short / messy / white
short / messy / black ( when use trump card)
Eye: Scarlet
Clothes: A pair of round glasses / White shirt with small black tie bow / Black shorts / Black stocking / Brown shoes / Black gloves / rarely seen with a black coat.
Origin: She used to be in the same family with Fyodor until he destroy everything included Shino’s and her brother’s abilities. Fyodor replaced the old ability for the new one, and cause a lot of pain to her. They began to escape but Fyodor managed to killed her brother. After that, she lock herself in the ice room in a jail for 3 years in order to slow the side effect of the new ability on her. The mafia knew this and freed her from the jail. This is the begining of her revenge
Ability (old) Black swan: Unlike other abilities, Shinozaki must kill herself first to acctivate it. This ability allows the user to unleash their inner soul out to fight with x10 stronger combat abilities. The disadvantage is if the body got fatal injured, the soul out there will die as well, so she have to keep an eye and protect the body during the battle.
Now she can only activate this 1/6 months.
Ability (new) White swan: The ability allow the user to turn themself in to feathers and transfrom it in to any shape like knives, swords, blades, wings or even illusions.

Ship #6

A/N: you’re soooo pretyyyyy  goddd, also aww I love how caring you are bythe end and stuff, also love the fact you’re making ships too, and if that wasn’t you then, umm awkward..? anyway so I tried to write as much as I could and make it sound real, so here it is hope you like/love/adore it…

Request: submitted by cashton-addict

Ship: Calum (not bc of ur icon I swear)

Imagine with ship:

It was one of those days, the ones where sleeping was a must and the shower an enemy. When you try to get out of bed even though you’re awake but can’t, so yeah it seems that I have these days almost every day since the tour was over-which was a few days ago. And I don’t know why I can complain because who doesn’t love to sleep.

My daily routine was to get up, not shower-which happens by the end of the evening-and then have breakfast, and then play video games, and then get dressed and go to a club, and if the club isn’t included in mine and my girlfriend’s plans then we have sex.

And then I wake up tired as fuck because the amount of energy that was spent doesn’t equalize with the amount of sleep but the sex is everything so I can’t really complain, in fact I’m pretty much living the life if I do say so myself.

With a yawn I look to my right, and there she is; laying there with her arms spread above her, curly hair everywhere covering almost all of her naked back that was facing the world, freckles covering it making it seem like a piece of art. I lie on my stomach and spread my arm on her back.

I feel her taking a deep breath before her head turns to me. She rests it on the pillow and smiles at me, but something is wrong. I can’t really tell what it is but there’s-

Oh no, not again.

I huff and turn away from her; she’s not my original girl. I huff at the realization that I just spent another lonely night full with sex that can never seem like much comfort, the break up was too hard, and harder to get over.

“You can leave now.” I say harshly, I get up and place my feet against the floor, elbows on my knees as I place my head in my hands.

I almost got fooled again, her copy only seeming so much like her but not quiet. I felt numb again, last night temporarily taking the pain of her leaving me away. I wished for her to come back, wanted her to hold me like she used too, and whisper how much she loved me and cared again. I would do anything for just one last time.

It’s not that I treated her wrong, or said something to make her upset-not on propose at least. But she told me that she couldn’t do it, that she didn’t want me to love her anymore, something about it not feeling right.

But it was the only time that my mind didn’t match hers in the way of thinking as her tears streamed down her cheeks, the sight alone heart breaking. She hugged and kissed me goodbye before leaving, and I hoped she’d at least take her things but she didn’t, she left them as a reminder for me that she left, as if she loved to see me break.

I wanted more reasons to her withdrawing; the ones she gave me were never enough as they only lead me to even more questions that had no certain answer. I wanted to break down but it’s not like I didn’t, but breaking down was never enough, she hurt me so much to the point that pain was heightened and love was drowned away or walked out the door when she did.

The way her mind worked I always understood, but it was weird that I didn’t get hers this time. She said that she couldn’t feel my love anymore, said that she wished she never met me, said that I was the reason she was in pain for the last almost year. She said a lot of things; and finished them with “I love you.”

At the time I could only stare because her words were an impact after another and I could only listen to so much little before the silence was landing on us like a big ass rock that had a mission of breaking me, or us.

I remember that she kissed me so well, but there was so much sadness behind that kiss. Sadness that could only be mistaken with heart break, I don’t think that she could be heart broken more than myself, how could she be when she leaves me when I need her most.

I can hear the other girl pulling her clothes back on, I can hear her huffs and before I know it she’s standing in front of me. Without a word she offers me a cigarette with a serious expression.

I look at it for a few minuets before huffing out a breath and taking it from her, I place it in my mouth and she lights it for me. She says her goodbye before exiting the door and I can only hope she doesn’t come back with the excuse that she left something. And she doesn’t thank God.

I lie back down and realize that I have my sweats on, but my torso is bare. I could almost feel her fingers running on it as she lays next to me, cuddled to my side with humor about how bad my morning breath is.

I look to my right as if she will be there-it felt like she is. I take a drag from the cigarette and decide to get up from the big ass bed.

This is going to be along ass day.

A/N: not the best ending but I hope you liked the story, also sorry if there’s no smut but just wait for it.

Blog rate: 8/9 I really like your posts but I’m not really sure about the theme, I don’t feel like I am free to browse through it, and I also can’t see the top of it. But other than that it’s amazing <3 and I love how it turns from black and white to colors when I point the mouse on it.

The edit: I couldn’t find a picture on your blog that I could edit, so I picked one of mine hope you like it (it’s like a follow up to the imagine above)

The song that reminds me of your blog/self: Classic - MKTO

Best friend ship: Casper Lee (you have no idea how much I love him and his support for the band)

A secret crush: Calum (I decided that not finishing the^^ imagine^^ above is a little too harsh, also I wanted more smut… so.)

Imagine with your secret crush: (ik you’re probably really confused, so here’s a quick summary; you and Calum break up, but obviously the feelings are still going cray cray, so his crush is a little bit over and above and it’s love, and you guys meet somehow and then do the deeds so hope you understood anything from this weird rambling and enjoy the following smut *warning explicit content*)

“I’m just here to take my things, Calum.” She told me.

I moved with her through the apartment as she gathered her things, I found myself begging her to stay even though I told myself I won’t do that. She keeps ignoring me or tells me that she can’t do it anymore.

She comes after a month to take her things, saying that she can’t do it anymore. And she expects me to just go along with it and that I should just move the fuck on. She has no idea how much pain I was in the last few weeks.

“So you’re just here to take your things, not going to clear any thing in your way, like reasons why you really left or why can’t everything just go back to normal?” I spit as she turns around to look at me.

“I told you why, and I am not ready to go through that again.” She says moving past me to shuffle her underwear into the bag she got out.

“Well, at least give an explanation, you have no idea how hard it has been for me to go through you not being here. And you out of all people know how much excited I was to finally be home and back to you. I thought this was going to be a happy time for us. Why can’t it be?” I ask once again.

She stops her movements and turns around to look at me, the sadness and regret is written all over her face and I find myself ready to get on my knees for her to take me back. I almost do that but she takes in a deep breath as if she’s going to say something.

“What is it?” I ask her hoping that she would say the words I need to hear.

She looks at me with a pleading look, as if she doesn’t want to say the following words but I need to know what’s going through her head.

“Is it another guy?” the words fly out of my mouth as if they’re not mine at all, her eyes widen and I worry that it is in fact another guy that had her running away from me. “Is it?” I press. But she only shakes her head and turns back to her bag as if I didn’t say anything.

I feel the tears brimming at my eyes and I move over to the chair that’s siting in the corner of the room, it gives me a full view on her back and I find myself watching her every move as if everything is okay.

It seems like it, she seems to regret her decision of leaving me and I hope that she stops any minuet and tell me that she’s sorry, or confirm that it is in fact another guy so I could stop chasing her or worry at least.

I can hear her huffing out a breath and she moves out of the room. And when she comes back she has a Nutella jar, she struggles to open it. And after a few failed tries she looks over at me with hopeful eyes.

I extend my arm out towards her and she moves forward, I almost see a smile on her face as she hands me the jar of melted chocolate. I open it and hand it to her as she thanks me kindly and walks back to the mess of her things-and mine-on the bed.

She huffs loudly and starts to fold them neatly and places them into the opened bag on the bed. I feel like I should offer her help but she keep her voice to herself so I don’t say anything in hopes of her inviting me to help her and also respecting her privacy and what not.

She looks great with that skirt, I’m pretty sure it’s new because I haven’t seen it before. It reminds me of her passion for new clothe and their smell-fresh and welcoming as she would call it-and I find myself smiling at the memory.

I can’t take my eyes off of her back and my eyes trail down until they reach her butt, the skirt is so tight against her hips as she shuffles to place the clothes in the suitcase, I lick my lips at the sight in front of me.

I decide to get up and sit next to her on the bed, without a word I grab a piece of clothe and start folding it, she notices my presence and acknowledge it with only a glance as she returns back to her former task.

She grabs the jar from the night stand next to me and dips her finger in it and very slowly moves it to her full lips, and she opens them and enters her finger. She drags it out with the speed of a snail, and I had just noticed that she kept her eyes on me the whole time, and she sucks on her finger a second time and I almost moan at the sight of her looking so damn seducing.

She smirks and licks her upper teeth before placing the jar back on its former place, she goes back to what she was doing briefly and I’m left a mess just by her fucking lips and tongue. I huff out a breath and look at the clothes as if they’re my savior.

I grab a blouse of hers and fold it carefully, when I’m done I place it in the bag in front of her and take another piece of clothing. I notice her moving and I’m sure she’s grabbing the Nutella jar.

“Oh fuck!” I hear her curse and look at her; she has melted chocolate on her white shirt.

I try not to laugh at her frustrated state as she places the Nutella jar down and reaches for the first button of her white button up. When they’re all undone I notice she’s wearing her black lace bra-the one I love so much-and I find myself trying to stop myself form reaching her breasts.

She smirks at me before very slowly moving the shirt away from her body, she throws it on the ground as if it’s no big deal (probably wasn’t), she tilts her head to the side and walks closer to me until she’s standing by my foot.

“Like?” she points to the top of her breast, her tone is playful but I somehow find seduction in it. She leans in closer until her eyes are level with mine and her nose is barely touching mine, she places her hand on my shoulder for balance and she leans even closer.

My eyes are as wide as ever and I try to stop myself from reaching for her hips (an old habit of mine) as she leans down until she’s level with my neck.

She breaths on it softly as a shiver run down my spine due her actions, I find myself craving her touch, needing the guilty friction I feel when her fingers track my skin or when she kisses it. I wanted to feel her once again but it felt like it was too much to ask.

Her hand moves down my arms as she grabs my hands, she looks at me with intensity and kisses each very softly. She rests them by my side and I can’t seem to feel anything but her touch, she places her hands on my thighs and she start to kiss my collar bone, leaving marks on it.

She climbs on top of me and rests her knees on either side of my hips; takes my hand from the mattress and wraps it around herself. I hold on tight to her as if she’s going to disappear and she smiles kindly at me and leans closer to kiss me on the lips.

Her lips are so warm and soft, exactly as I remember them. And she pushes herself into me even more and I find myself tightening my grip on her, and before I know it she’s licking my top lip with the tip of her tongue, and I can feel every tear that had ever been shed disappearing from my memory and all I wanted is to lay her down and take care of her the way she loves so much.

“What do you want Calum?” I hear her soft voice as I open my eyes to look at her. Her arms move from my shoulder to my waist as she wraps them securely, and mine are holding hers hard.

“You, I want you,” I kiss her lips softly, “All of you,” my arms wrap around her completely, “Every beautiful inch of your beautiful body, all mine.” I breathe her in, she still smells exactly as I remember her.

“Have all of me, Calum,” her words are something someone would die to hear, her tone of voice is something males would orgasm too. And her skills in bed are every man’s guiltiest fantasies coming true.

And that’s how she makes me feel.

I find myself craving her to touch me so badly, I feel the need to be completely submissive to her. I wanted her to have my body the way she loves most, and the way I love most. I wanted to feel her tightly wrapped around me bringing me to my-oh so waited-release.

I stand up with her legs wrapped around me and ignore the need to throw the clothes that lay on the bed on the floor. And my hands move from her waist to her ass, I rub it slowly as her front rubs against mine, and then I squeeze.

I hear her moan in my ear as her head rests against my shoulder, I’m moving her up and down against me and the friction is so teasing that it heightens my need for her even more. I enter the bathroom and sit her on the counter and stand between her legs, she looks at me and smiles kindly and I find myself smiling back.

“I love you,” I say those words for the first time and it seems that something moves inside of her and she grabs me by the jaw and kisses me hard, her legs wrap around my hips brining me closer and she moans against my mouth as my hand races up her thighs.

“Yes,” she hisses when my hands reach under her breasts right at her ribcage, I look at her with a smirk before holding them in my hands and squeezing them softly.

She throws her head back slowly and places one hand next to her on the counter so she wouldn’t fall back, I find myself needing to feel more of her and my hands squeeze her breasts harder and I thrust my hips against hers as she moans my name and close her eyes.

My hand reaches down and unzips her skirt but she stops me before I move it down her legs, she reaches for my sweat shirt and unzips it, she pulls it off my arms and reaches for my sweats next. She pulls on the strings that holds them up and pushes them down my legs along with my boxers.

“Oh, Calum.” Her eyes don’t leave my member as she hisses, “I missed you so much, baby.” She moans and kisses me again.

I find it funny, really. How she acted as if she didn’t want me but eventually she was the one to break first, it made me feel powerful and loved. I smile against her lips at the fact that she still loves me, or just cares enough to come back to me and give up all of her.

I don’t say a word as she lifts herself against me a little by her grip on my shoulder, and I quickly move my hands to her unzipped skirt and move it down her smooth legs.

“No panties,” I sigh at the sight of her so exposed to me once again and how fucking dirty she is, “what did I tell you about not wearing any panties.”

“I didn’t want their strings to be visible through the skirt.” She frowns a little. It’s really weird that I find seduction in her words as to the fact that the skirt is just that tight.

“You’re so naughty.” I say and carry her off the counter and walk with her until we’re in the shower.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” She smirks and pushes my hair back off my forehead and kisses where the hair once rested.

I move my hand to her upper back and press her harder against me; I capture her lips between mine and suck on them. The kiss is so heated that I can feel her nails digging in my shoulder blades and the fact I find pleasure in her action is what confirms to me how fucking whipped I am.

“Baby, I need you so bad right now. Don’t hold back.” Her words and encouragements are what keeps me sane, makes me know that I’m not dreaming or that I’m not doing something she doesn’t like. And I love her so much for that.

I reach for the shower’s door handle and close it; I put her down to her feet and turn on the water. She winks at me before turning around and placing her hands on the wall in front of her and perking her ass in the air.

I can’t hold myself from placing my hands against the round cheeks she knows drives me insane. She shakes them in my hand and I have to stop myself form moaning out loud at the sight of them.

I notice she still has her bra on and I track her body from her hips to her back, and then when I reach the clasp I undo it and she lets it fall down; she flips her hair to side and looks at me over her shoulder.

“You ready for me big boy?” she smirks. Her words never fail to have an effect on me as my mouth hangs open and she chuckles at my state.

It feels like every time is our first together, she never fails to surprise me or make me carve her every thing with just a simple choice of words. I feel her moving herself backwards a little until she’s touching my member, she very slowly rubs herself against me up and down and I find myself resting my upper back against the wall behind me so I wouldn’t fall.

I throw my head back and close my eyes, the water streams down my chest and to where we connect making it easier for her to move against me, she moans softly but I hear her and I find it harder to breath as my hands hang by my sides. I feel completely submissive to her, she’s using me as her own personal pleasuring toy and I’m completely enjoying her dominate actions.

“Keep going baby, doing so well.” I moan and thrust against her making her body jerk forward. She moans and stops her actions. I grab her hips and start moving myself against her with so much desire I think I might blow. It’s weird how much pleasure I’m receiving when we haven’t even started to actually make love yet.

“Calum,” She moans, “Please,”

I know exactly what she wants, but I can’t stop the pleasure or not tease her as I stop my hips, and then with a smirk I start moving them up and down slower than I was moving before.

“Baby please.” She begs once more.

“Say-“I moan, my head is thrown back and my eyes roll into the back of my head “Say that you love me.” I speed up my actions a little.

“I love you.” She says. My hand move to her waist and brings her up against me, I move my member from behind her to between her legs and rub against her some more.

“Again.” I suck at her neck. She’s driving me insane I swear.

“I love you, so much.” She rests her head against my shoulder as I stop my movements.

“I love you more.”

With her leg lifted against the shower’s door I feel her grabbing my member and moving it to right were it’s supposed to be, I slowly thrust into her. I find it hard to keep my eyes open as I moan. She grabs my bicep that’s helping hold her leg up and she moves her head to the left a little until her nose is touching my Adams apple.

I don’t move until she tells me too, and I can almost feel her moving up and down against me as I thrust slowly.

“I love you so much,” she says again.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” I breathe, my hips seem to move without much control and speed up.

“Never again.” She says and her hand moves from my bicep to the side of my neck. I can tell she loves this position as she can’t seem to stop making noises.

I part my legs a little and move slowly into her, making her hold her breath in and she closes her eyes, I love how relaxed she looks against me as she rests her head against my shoulder. I love the idea that she trusts me so much with herself that she would just press herself against me and let me do the rest because she knows I am the only one who would love her right.

I lift her legs higher until it’s almost level with my own shoulder and thrust a little faster, I know she loves it when I take my time with her, she says it makes her feel loved.

She starts to bounce on me and meets my thrusts making me carve the release even more. She moans my name and I find it hard to contain my vocals too as she places her other hand on my hip.

My hand that isn’t occupied with her legs seem to love the feel of her body-not a shocker-and I squeeze her flesh and rub and push her against me even closer and she breathes harder.

“Move faster.” She says.

I open my eyes and look at her, that face has so much pleasure and domination written over it and I find myself feeling conscious that she would pull off and take me the way she likes, and I am more conscious that I would give myself to her without hesitation when I want to take care of her so badly.

I pick up the pace and dive into her faster and I feel her holding her breath in again, she looking forward and leaves me do what she knows I love so much. She moans loudly and throws her head and closes her eyes as I fuck her with the pace of a racing car.

I can’t find my self-control as my hips move faster and my voice is as loud as hers. I wrap my free arm around her stomach and lift her off the ground a little and I can hear the sound of our flesh molding together and it seems to make it harder for me to not close my eyes.

The water racing down our bodies is like lube as she takes a hold of the hair at the back of my head and pulls roughly. I notice her eyes are on me and when I look at her I notice how much pleasure she’s receiving and I feel blood rushing to my dick at the sight of her so desperate for a release.

I can’t help but kiss her needy lips as my hips slow down a little so I our lips can touch, she moans against my lips when I rotate my hips a little and I can feel her clinching around me.

“R-right there,” she says and kisses me again. I slow down a little but bang into her harder, I know she loves it so much when I do that and she frown her eye brows and closes her eyes when she pulls away from the kiss.

“You like that?” I ask her and she nods. I find it hard to concentrate when she’s contacting around me so tightly, and I close my eyes and moan her name loudly. She tells me to move faster and I try to follow her commands as much as I can because the pleasure is so much I feel kind of numb.

“Calum,” she moans loudly looking at me. “I’m close.” She warns.

I only nod and move faster inside of her as she closes her eyes and I feel her tightening around me even tighter and I find myself nearing my end quickly.

“Fuck, I’m there, I’m there,” she says over and over again as she throws her head back and I thrust slowly into her, there’s no noise coming out of her as I move into her slower than before because I know she doesn’t like it when I am rough when she’s finishing.

I can feel myself nearing the edge faster and I tighten my grip on her as my mouth hangs open and my hips pull out of her in hurry, it feel as if I can’t do anything but let the feeling wash over me. I feel as if I am going to fall.

“Don’t you wish you never left?” I say when we both calm down a little. She looks at me and then takes a hold of my wrist around her stomach and tells me to put her down, and when I do she moves away from me.

I don’t feel like I said something wrong as I watch her open the door to the shower and she gets out without a second glance, I turn the water off and follow her. She’s standing in front of the mirror looking at me.

“Don’t you feel how much I regret it?” she whispered, there were tears brimming at the side of her eyes as she walks over to me, “I love you so much, I wish I could take what I did. I really do, Calum. But I can’t. And I want to know that you forgive me.”

I look at her with amazement as she places her hands on my shoulder again and rests her head don my shoulder, I’m not capable of any type of movement as I stand before her completely numb.

“Please baby, I’ll never leave you again,” she begs. “Please forgive me.” The way her voice cracks makes my heart breaks and I look at her for the first time as she looks up at me.

“Don’t cry,” I lift my hand form my side and place it on her cheek and whip the tear that escaped even though my hand is wet, but the sight of water is better than her tears to me. “Don’t feel bad about it darling. I love you too much to even be mad at you.”

“Do you mean that?” she sniffs.

“Of course.” I nod.

“Calum,” she starts and I can tell that there’s something about that tone that just isn’t right. “I’m,”

“What is it?” I ask her.

“I’m,” She looks at me, “Pregnant,”

“You’re what?” I blink; I hoped she would’ve maybe said it wrong.

“I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.” The tears in her eyes seem to be hurting her.

Her words have such a big impact on me and I find myself backing away from her in shock. I look at her in disbelieve, my eyes seem to roam around the bathroom for something that I have no idea of. She must be kidding. This has to be a joke.

“I need a moment.” I say and walk out of the bathroom. I can hear her breaking down but I can’t seem to think straight as I look around the room for something, my hands run through my hair and I feel the need to sink down on the floor and sleep for a long, long time.

I hear her calling my name but I can’t answer her, the room feels like its spinning and I can’t focus on anything at all. I feel a hand on my shoulder and before I know it my body I jerking away from it. I look down and find her face stained with fresh tears and she looks at me with so much regret and sadness.

The room is still spinning but the only thing I can see is her as everything behind her shakes, or maybe that’s just me. I don’t know.

I rush to her and gather her in my arms, I should be her rock but I can’t find my weight as she cries harder into my chest. My eyes are still wide and my breathing is still ragged as I try to calm her and myself down, how I wish she was more emotionally stable, but the room seem to slightly steady after a while of us just standing there.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” I say when I finally calm down a little, “Is that why you ran away?”

“Yes, I didn’t want you to leave me but I can’t Calum,” She pulls away from my embrace and looks at me with tears falling down her face, “I can’t do this on my own, I thought I could but,” she runs her eyes all over my face and then she swallows, “I can’t do this alone. I need you.”

“I’m here, I’m not leaving baby. You can count on me.”

“I don’t know how we are even going to do this,” she shakes her head and rests it on my chest as I rock our bodies right and left.

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” I say.

That day we moved the clothes to the floor and then laid in bed thinking about what we’d do in the future. And let’s just say that the first break down we’ve had was our last of the two month following it.