- Chapter Ten -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”

31 weeks

What no one ever warns you about when you are pregnant, is how emotional you really get. Yeah, they will throw it around here and there, use it as an excuse to why they overreact and become a literal space case, but really it’s so much more than that. You truly lose every bit of your ability to mask your feelings. You get angry and boil over faster than a steaming kettle, you cry at the drop of a hat, you even, without meaning to, take things much more seriously than they are intended.

You also became vastly more aware of all of these feelings surging inside you. Even if it’s the very last thing you want to do.

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Stuart Twombly - Fuck You Better

warnings ; oral (male on female x female on male), lil bit of car sex, cursing, fingering, unprotected sex, just rlly smutty tbh 

 prompt ; in which you and stuart twombly hit the strip club, and your feelings about him are thrown into the open when another girl comes at him.

a/n ; my first stuart smut!! (how exciting) just something to suffice while i write the pregnancy series & the malia smut (: 

 Neon Hitch - Fuck U Betta 

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Sleepwalker--Imagine #18

Anonymous asked: I just thought if this idea and I’m in love:) could you write an imagine where me and my crush have JUST started dating and one night he is sleepwalking and he tells you how much he loves and all that he loved about you?:)

A/N: I truly don’t know what the shit this is. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming!~Logan

I woke up to the sound of someone banging around in my kitchen. 

What the hell, I thought. My parents were away for the weekend, I was alone except for–

My hands searched blindly over the comforter. C/n should be in bed beside me, since he was staying for the weekend, but instead the spot next to me was void of him. 

I heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen and untangled myself from the sheets, wondering what he was doing in the kitchen at fucking four o’clock in the morning. 

I tripped over the rug, my vision bleary with sleep. As I reached the kitchen I saw c/n sitting there, his broad back facing me as he sat in the chair at the breakfast bar island, hands intertwined as if he was making some business deal with some invisible business partner across from him. 

“I just–I have all these thoughts of you and I can’t find a way to say them,” I heard him slur, his words running together with sleep. 

Oh my god, he’s sleeptalking, I thought, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. 

Curiously, I walked to the other side of the island and leaned over it, careful not to make a sound and wake him up. 

His eyes were half-open and he looked stoned, but despite that, my heart swelled at how cute and innocent he looked. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked concerned. 

He didn’t register I was standing in front of him, and scratched at his puffy-from-sleep cheeks. 

“God, like, you’re so pretty, ya know?” 

I stood still, leaning, my whole body frozen and my breath caught in my throat.

“And, I feel so out of your league, because you are so perfect to me and when I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. All the guys at school keep asking me how I managed to get close to you, close enough that you love me and I keep tellin’ ‘em I just don’t know,” his eyebrows raised lazily, eyes not focusing on me even though my face was two feet from his. “I wish you could hear the conversatiosn guys would have about you before you were mine. And of course, some idiots still talk as if they can steal you from me. But that’s just it, you’re so loyal and I keep telling them that, but they keep saying no guy like me can keep a girl like you.”

His face became devoid of emotion for a second and his body wavered in the seat. I thought he was going to topple off it for a second but he grabbed a mug that I didn’t see before off the island and sipped air from it. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. He must’ve been thinking he was drinking something, when in reality he was sucking air into his mouth from an empty mug. 

“You make the best food. You think you’re a horrible cook, but the fact that you’re so cute with all those splotches of whatever you’re cooking all over your face makes any burnt piece of food worth it. I hope you love me because if you didn’t this conversation would be really awkward,” he went quiet for another few moments. 

My face was on fire. He said he loved me. I cannot believe it. We’ve been dating for awhile and I wanted to tell him but didn’t wanna scare him off. I wished I could tell him I love him, too, but he’s asleep and I’d want him to be completely conscious. 

My hand, of it’s own accord, slid over the back of his and I stroked the soft skin. His eyebrows knitted together a bit again, and he shook his head, clearly upset with dream-me. 

“No, y/n. Shhhh,” he slurred, sloppily placing his finger on his pink, puffy lips, and then dropping it to grasp the empty mug again. “You need to listen. You are so important to me. Like more important than anyone else. The thing that made me fall even deeper in love with you is how kind you are to everyone, but you still manage to be the baddest chick I’ve ever met. You are so badass, y/n, you intimidate me. And I love how your eyes shine and glow in sunlight. You also have the cutest way of scrunching up your face when you focus on your homework and work on your hobbies. And, oh my god the hottest thing is when you get so passionate and riled up about something, I could sit and listen to your powerful rants all day long. Your intelligence is so sexy. And I love tracing your perfect little birthmark. You don’t like it but I think it makes you even more adorable.”

He took another “sip” from the mug, but I didn’t giggle this time. His words were unfiltered and instead of complaining about me in his dreams he was professing his love to me. He never found it easy to tell me how he felt, so this was something I knew wasn’t going to occur again for awhile. But I think if I could tell him I loved him also he wouldn’t be so scared of telling me how he felt. 

“I just wish you knew how much my body craves you when you’re not near me and how even if we’re just lying together, I am completely content,” he sighed, his voice quiet. 

I wanted to kiss him so bad right now. He looked so small and vulnerable, and so irresistibly cute. Dark circles under his eyes told of many late nights, many he’d spent with me, listening to me rant. I didn’t know he enjoyed listening to those stupid angry declarations of mine so much. But now that I think back I remember how when I’d glance at him, his eyes were so full of something I couldn’t pinpoint in those moments, that I can now. Love. He looked at me like a man smitten. And here he was telling me little details about me he cherished like jewels, in his sleep

His body slumped over the counter, and I realized he’d finished. 

Moving to his side of the island, I placed my lips on his cheeks, giving him a small peck. He hummed in what sounded like approval. 

“Let’s get to bed, my sweet baby,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he would either wake up or follow me to bed in his sleep. There was no way I’d be leaving him out here.

I moved my lips to the back of his neck, right above the first bone of his spine poked out from his white sleep shirt. Giving him a tender kiss on his favorite spot, his body moved to crush me in a very warm and sleepy bear hug. When he released me, I was disappointed to see his eyes still in their half-open state. He hadn’t woken up. At least he was responding to me. 

Gingerly, I slipped my slender hand into his large one, and led him to our bedroom once again. I tucked him and me into the bed, but before I could move back to my side of the bed, c/n pulled me into his side, so close you couldn’t slide anything between us. 

“Mine,” he growled, and I was surprised by the ferocity and internsity in his voice. It made my toes curl. 

Seconds later I heard his soft snuffling snores caressing my ear in hot breaths and I fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his heart beating under my ear.


My eyes opened sleepily to the soft glow of sunlight that warmed my room, indicating it was the first rays of the morning. 

What could have possibly woke me up this early? 

That’s when I felt my answer on the nape of neck in the form of two soft lips. C/n had spooned me at some point in the night and I gave no indication I was awake now, pondering over if I should tell c/n what I had witnessed last night. 

I resisted the urge to let out a satisfactory sigh as c/n’s lips traveled languidly lower down my neck, tugging gently at the top of my shirt to trail his kisses farther down. 

“Damn clothes always have to get in my way.” 

My insides twisted at his husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against my skin. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at his frustration. I had listened to him complain before about my “damn clothes” whenever our kissing started getting heated. 

He moved his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the top of it, pulling my hair gently away from the side of my face. My breath hitched, but I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, not wanting to give away I was awake. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, coming in soft puffs. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

The words, and the passion and tenderness with which he said them, broke me into a million pieces and molded me back together again in a more beautiful way than before.  He moved away from my ear, resting his head against the pillow we were sharing, his large, toasty hands under my shirt, drawing patterns on my stomach. 

“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered to himself it seemed, and I heard the awe in his tone. 

I couldn’t act anymore. I flipped over, lying my body on his and attacked him with my lips, feverishly. I kissed him hungrily, and our labored breathing and small mewls and loud, short grunts of pleasure were the only sounds in the quiet, still morning. 

“Oh my god,” I gasped before his teeth captured my bottom lip and tugged gently before releasing. “I love you, too,” I gasped. 

We stopped and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, cheeks flushed with passion and shyness. Our eyes studied every feature of our faces and memorized the love that was stirring in our expressions. 

C/n brushed away a fly-away and tucked it behind my ear.

“You’re amazing,” he smiled, looking at me like I was a million bucks. 

“You’re incredible,” I sighed, caressing his face. “You’re also a sleepwalker and talker,” I giggled as his face flushed even more red. 

“Oh shit,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You kind of were blathering away about me last night,” I nudged him with my nose on his cheek as he let out a string of muffled grumblings. 

“Damn, I really need to stop doing that,” he said, pulling his hands from his face, and resting them around me and rubbing my back. 

“You kidding me? I hope you never stop,” I grinned, and he captured my smiling lips in another passionate kiss, leading to more confessions of love and passionate explorations of each other. 

Allura: the Last Airbender

Book 1: Water

Chapter 1: The Girl in the Iceberg

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Lance sat as still as he could in his canoe, eyes tracking the water. A flash of silver met his grin as he poised his spear. “You’re not getting away from me this time.” Aim, pull back, thrust… miss. By a lot. Lance ran a hand down as his face with a groan. “You have got to be kidding me.” 

Fishing was… not Lance’s strong suit. Unfortunately it was one of the only places he could get a moment to himself.

A moment to himself…

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Don’t wait to love anyone or anything.

My mom and I have both always liked Chris Cornell. Not to the extent that we really kept a close watch on his career, but we’ve enjoyed Soundgarden, Temple of the Dog, Audioslave, and some of his solo work over the years, and share a mutual admiration for his talent. 

After news of his passing broke, my mom did some research on what he’s been up to recently, and asked me to download a song he’d written and performed for a recent film, The Promise. 

So, a night later, I paid a visit to iTunes to find it. I’d read in the past few days that he actually wrote quite a bit for film soundtracks, so I researched what other solo music he had floating about. I found music from 12 Years a Slave, from James Bond, from war films and action films and dramas. I found collaborations with Slash and Alice in Chains and Santana.

I moved my search over to YouTube, and was completely taken aback by what I found. Covers he did of the Beatles, Prince, the White Stripes, Bob Marley. Of John Lennon and Led Zeppelin and U2 and Jimi Hendrix and Metallica and Whitney Houston. Of Bob Dylan’s Times They Are A-Changin’, rewritten with a modern spin. Performances with Linkin Park, reunions with Eddie Vedder. What a cool, classy guy.

By the time I finished my search that was meant to just take a few minutes, it was 3:30 a.m. and I could hear the birds chirping outside by window. And what was intended to be a single purchase turned into an incredibly special 47-song playlist.

It was a beautiful experience to study his extensive catalog — to witness how immense and diverse his musical abilities were, and how many lives he touched. It was a priviledge. I imagine how moved I feel about his life and saddened I am by his death is nothing compared to that of longtime fans. But after the night in which I took a crash course in what a special person he was, there is undoubtedly a place in my heart for him that will stay with me for the rest of my life. His artistry was transcendent. 

But here is the lesson: If you appreciate an artist, dig around. Do a little research, and perhaps you’ll have the chance to admire sides of them you never saw. Don’t take them for granted. Had I known in the past what I know about Chris now, I would’ve gone to see him perform without hesitation. If only time machines did exist. Don’t wait until you’re reminded of your fondness for someone through a tragic headline. Do it now. 

The Wrong Wand to Take

Well…. This took me a while. ARGH DAMN INTERNET FUCKED SHIT UP!

ANYWAY here’s a Bad Boy AU of Star vs The Forces of Evil. And the reason why it’s possibly badly written is me rushing the hell out of it!

WELL I’m just going to shut up and keep writing and stuff.

Some of you Filipino readers may cringe on some sentences. I did that because of other fanfics using other languages for certain characters. I thought I could give it a try, really.

This is a submission to @starcoweek3.

I stared into my phone, and kept scrolling down for more stuff at facebook. I was bored, and I didn’t mind time pass through like snails racing in a speedway.

When I took notice of the time shown at my phone, I noticed that it was getting late. 7 PM Late. And Star wasn’t home.

2 hours ago, she said that she had somewhere important to go, and that she will come back around 6:30 PM. I didn’t bother asking more details why, but I bothered waving to her as she was about to leave.

It may not seem to be a bad boy thing to worry about her, but as a secret boyfriend of her, that was an exception

I wondered that her being late would mean something bad. Not normal girl bad, but Mewni princess with a magical wand that could level a continent bad. Kidnapped by Ludo or anyone at all? Lost her way to this house? Impossible. She lived here for quite some time now.

I called her cellphone, but no response. After a few missed calls and a few voice messages, I decided it was time to look for Star.

I had to make a snack first, just in case it’ll take me long. Quickly after taking a slice of bread, covering it with chocolate, and rolled it up, I went to the front door and about to start my search for Star.

When I opened the door, my search was indeed over. Star limped to the front door and looked like she was beaten up, and not in a good way.

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Prisoner - J-Hope Smut

Originally posted by hoseoh

Hobi x You

Smut based off the song Prisoner by The Weeknd.

His hand lingered on mine for a while as he stared deep into my eyes. Pupils relaxed, hands soft, and lips parted. He was staring deep into my soul and tearing out everything I ever was. I could have died in that moment and I would have been happy. His beautiful expression and the burning passion in his eyes forever sketched in memory. I grasped at my heart nearly ripping my cotton shirt as I thought about him while lying in my bed. Jung Hoseok was becoming a problem, meeting up every now and then for casual sex started to feel not so casual. Selfish we were, eating each other up in lust for our own benefits. But there was something more for me. I hated to admit it and there was no way I could tell him because he probably does not feel the same after all.

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brimac0518  asked:

So after maybe five or ten minutes on your blog here and your side blog, I think it's safe to say I'm going down with the Thrandolas ship and I have absolutely no problems with that. I'm fairly new to the Hobbit fandom even though I was crazy about LotR years ago and I am such a Thranduil fan girl it's ridiculous. I've been looking for someone to ship him with and I'd say my search is officially over! Awesome blogs. :)

Hi there :), yeah I know Thrandolas can be addictive ;). I’m glad you like my blogs and yes, I’m obviously a total Thranduil fangirl too, I mean who could resist all that beauty and sass anyway? 

I’ll be seeing you around <3


The night I found him it had been dark.

           Too dark for me to see.

                       Too dark for me to think straight.

                                   It was his cries that gave him away.

                       Whimpers powerful enough to fill my whole being with dread.

It had been on the night I’d decided to work late. The night I’d troubled myself until the early hours of the morning. My eyes had been tired from the sheer number of minutes I’d studied the coffee stained papers in front of me.

           I’d been looking for him for two weeks straight.

Two weeks of my team and I searching all over New York city for any sign of him.

           Any sign that Percival Graves was still alive.

He’d been all I could think about as I’d focused on the papers, my eyes memorizing the missing person’s report until I couldn’t stand it anymore. The image of a proud and true Mr. Graves staring back at me had driven me crazy for days. The image of my coworker staring back at me. As Aurors we’d been close partners, so close that when Grindelwald had been impersonating him I’d been moved to a new position under his command.

Even with my Mr. Grave’s face he couldn’t fool me and he knew it.

But even after I’d been reinstated, after I’d been given the task of finding him, I couldn’t find him. Not anywhere. But on this night, this night filled with rain that soaked through the cobblestone I’d found him.

In the deepest corner of the city, cowered over in fear. His body was broken and bruised.

His knuckles covered in blood.

This was the night I’d found him. The night I followed the cries on my way home from work, the night I found him in an alley way.

I had walked to him slowly, my rain jacket firmly pressed to my body as my feet carried me forward.

He didn’t look up when I’d approached him. Nor did he respond when I’d kneeled in front of him. It wasn’t until I was directly in front of him, my eyes fixated on his wounds…

           The blood mixing in with the water beneath him…

when he dared to acknowledge me…

           That he dared to look up.

“Mr. Graves?”

I’d asked as I reached out to touch him.

           An action that had made him flinch.

“You’re safe Mr. Graves. I’m here and I’ll make sure nothing hurts you.”

I’d whispered in reassurance only to have him shake his head in protest.

It was then that he seemed to back away with tears stained eyes.

The moment he rasped through trembling lips, words that were so dreadful that they had made me sick to my stomach.

“Nothing can hurt me anymore…”

He’d mumbled. Words that made me reach for him in the dark, my hand on his body as we disapparated into the night.

“… You can’t hurt what’s already dead.”

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I got a job!

And it’s a good job that I wanted!

With extremely flexible hours, part time, with a relaxed dress code (jeans are fine, no need for business clothes)!

And it’s in a quiet office that is in a house!

And I bet I can talk my boss into letting me bring a dog!

Best of all they are paying me a dollar more than I asked!

A shorter imagine whoo 😝

“…How the hell did you ever pick me? Honestly, I could sing you a song, but I don’t think words could express your beauty…,” I sang softly, rinsing the tropical scented suds off my body and enjoying the scalding water running over my tense muscles. I rested my back on the wall, the stark contrast between the cool tiles and the water making me shiver slightly.

“They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need, please stay, as long as you need.” I shut off the water and pulled back the shower curtain, stepping out and grabbing my towel. “It goes to show, I hope that you know that you are, what my dreams are made of…” I dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around myself, opening the bathroom door, humming as I walked into the connected bedroom.

Feeling for the familiar fabric and smiling internally when I felt it, I grabbed my favorite matching underwear set out of the bottom of the top drawer. I dropped my towel and slipped into them. As I walked back over to the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror, which caused me to falter my step, before I stopped.

I turned and stepped in front of the mirror fully. I sighed softly looking at my reflection. I searched over my body, looking for something, anything, I could honestly say I was happy with.

I met my own eyes and the girl staring back at me smiled slightly. Crystal clear blue with hazel and green rings around the center, and gold flecks that loved to catch the light. My favorite feature. I let my eyelids flutter shut and took a deep breath, releasing it in a soft sigh.

My next breath caught in my throat slightly as I felt a pair of warm hands slowly slide over my sides and to my waist before wrapping themselves around me. I opened my eyes to look into the brilliant sea green and gold eyes that I had come to be so familiar with, as he rested his head on my shoulder. “If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn I heard you singing my song,” he said lightheartedly, placing a feather soft kiss on my shoulder.

“I was trying to be quiet,” I mumbled, a light blush tinting my cheeks as I felt his chest vibrate with a short laugh.  “I don’t think I would mind being woken up like that more often,” he admitted.  I turned around so I was facing him and gently placed my arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his steadily growing and messy bed hair.  “I’m sure your ego wouldn’t,” I responded jokingly, letting out a giggle at the exaggerated, mock look of hurt that contorted his features.

“That hurt,” he said jokingly, taking one of his hands off my waist to place it over his heart. I shook my head and laughed.  He placed his arm back around my waist and hugged me tightly, nuzzling his face in between the curve of my neck and shoulder.  Running my fingers gently through his hair, a sudden thought came to me, causing me to smirk.

“Babe?” I asked him. “Hmm?” he mumbled into my skin.  “You know how I haven’t posted my weekly video for my channel yet because I couldn’t think of what to do?” I said, smiling at the thought floating around in my head.  “Yea?” he said, lifting his head enough so he could be heard. “I think I have a good idea,” I said holding back a laugh.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” he asked curiously.  “Well I was thinking…I could maybe do the ‘I Do My Boyfriend’s Makeup Challenge’.” His head shot up to look at me, his jaw dropped and as he was about to say something, I cut him off by saying, “Or I mean I guess there’s something else I could find to do,” I finished with a fake disappointed sigh and letting my head hang slightly.

I heard him let out a puff of air and I smiled internally, knowing he was giving in. “Oh c'mon babe, don’t be like that. Will it make you happy if I do it?” He asked me in a caring tone. I nodded and he let out a quiet groan. “Fine, but if there is less than your usual 250,00 i’m gonna be offended,” he said jokingly.

I looked up at him with a smirk and kissed his cheek quickly before removing my arms from his neck and walking away to find my camera.  “Thank you, baby,” I called over my shoulder, briefly seeing him there with a slightly stunned look on his face before laughing.

Twenty minutes later after rounding up my camera, makeup, and model for the video, I set up my tripod and started recording.  “Hey guys! I didn’t think I would be able to post a video today but thanks to this guy,” I said reaching over and ruffling his hair, at which he pursed his lips together in a tight lipped smile, “I had an idea.”

“I’m sure most of you watching already know who this is, but for those of you who somehow managed to stumble your way to this oh-so-terrifyingly-weird channel,” I said stretching my arms out gesturing around me and smiling, “why don’t you introduce yourself?” I directed the last part at the man next to me.

“Okay. Well hi, my names Billy. I got kidnapped about six months ago and ended up here,” he said in complete monotone.  “Babe c'mon be serious for once in your life!” I said laughing and slapping his arm. “Alright alright. Aye guys my names Kellin Quinn and i’m her boyfriend, in case you couldn’t tell by the title,” he said as an afterthought, chuckling to himself.

“Okay well basically, again if you couldn’t tell by the title, i’m going to be doing his makeup,” I sing-songed playfully. “I’m so excited!” He said in a high pitched voice, clapping his hands together. I laughed and then looked at the camera again. “Well, on that note, let’s get started!”

Cindi sends in this photo of a tattoo she has on her lower back, and says, “This is a tattoo that I have on my lower back. After spending years searching for my spiritually, I finally found it in Paganism. I wanted a tattoo to celebrate that my search was over (though I still have so much to learn). I spent 2 years designing this tattoo. I began with a Pentacle for my protection, surrounded by the symbol for the Goddess, as I am surrounded in the protection of The Goddess.

It also contains my children’s names, so they are always with me, violets: my birth flower, and of course, BLESSED, because I truly am blessed. I got the tat in July 09. In October 09, I had to have emergency surgery on my lower back. Fortunately, my neurosurgeon was able to do the surgery just below the tattoo, without cutting into it.”

Those flowers look extremely sickly. Also, do the lines of the triple moon/pentacle thing look off to anyone else?

The Game - Michael Clifford Smut  (daddy!kink)

(Hi guys! So in celebration of reaching 9k followers I thought I’d post a Michael smut, since I haven’t done very much of him, and I’ve been working on this for a while now. It’s really hot. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!) 

daddy!5SOS series: Ashton, Michael

Word Count: 4,150+

Requested: Yes. 

Smut: Yes.

A/N: They are at a club to start so if you’d like to listen to this song while reading the club part you can, or the other songs mentioned. I do.  

The Game. 

I popped the colorful straw between my red stained lips, shivering once the chilled, sweet liquid burned my tongue. The alcohol had found its way to my head around a half n hour ago, but I hardly cared. I chewed gently on my straw, my eyes searching over the crowd of sweaty,drunken young people. Bumping up and grinding, heated hands dancing over eachother’s bodies intimately. I knew exactly what I was searching for, the nice guy. The one who looked semi awkward as he stood off to the side, watching his mates dance, and converse with pretty girls. Cute of course as always, but never approachable because of the stance he took, the way he scrolled through hisphone, raising his eyes swiftly to sweep the crowd then dropping them back tothe lit screen in his palm. He was never bothered because girls always saw him as someone of importance, like he wouldn’t give them the time of day. But I knew better. I knew boys just as well as I knew my own body. He would give any pretty girl that approached him his full attention, he was just too friendly to go out and blatantly hit on a girl.

Bingo. He was standing at a high table off to the side, clearly not using the stools due to his height. I doubted his legs would even fit under the small table if he tried. He was cute. More than cute. He had tall blonde hair, and broad shoulders. His body adorned in tight black skinnies and a low cut long white shirt, a red and black flannel placed over top. I bit my lip as I looked at him and smirked, pulling the straw out of my glass and throwing back the rest of my hardly drunken cocktail. I smoothed out my tight black dress, adjusting it so just the right amount of cleavage showed, I wanted to take him back to my place for a hookup, not come off as a desperate show off. I ran my fingers quickly through my curled hair and then set off, my heels clicking against the floor in beat with the loud club music blaring through the room.

I placed a sweet smile on my made-up face as I approached the table, and by the time I’d reached the table he was staring at me with slightly parted lips. 

“Hi there, mind if I join you?” I questioned with a shy voice, one I used to trick boys into thinking I was just as socially awkward as they were.

“Yeah.” He gave a small smile and flashed the lip ring adorning his lip I hadn’t noticed before. “Wait, I mean no, no I wouldn’t mind. Sorry, always get those mixed up.” He laughed lightly. He was very attractive, and broader than I’d thought. 

“It’s okay, me too.” I grinned as I pulled myself up onto one of the stools and turned to him as I crossed my legs. “I’m Y/N by the way.” I offered as I held my hand out.

“Luke.” He nodded as he shook my hand. “You here alone?” He questioned as he picked up one of the beers off of the table and brought it to his lips. 

“Yeah.” I giggled shortly. “But clearly you aren’t. I mean unless you just like to drink four beers at a time.” I joked as I gestured towards the bottles spread across the table.

“Oh no.” He laughed as he put his beer down. “I’m actually here with my three mates.”

“Oh?” I smiled. “And they left you all alone?” 

“No actually, they went off dancing. I’m not too much of a dancer.” He chuckled. “But that guy there, with the brunette? The one with the black and blonde hair? That’s Calum. And the one over there with the longer brown hair, with the blonde, that’s Ashton. And Mike…well if I’m being honest I have no idea where that idiot got off to. Probably fucking someone in the bathroom.” He shrugged and I nodded, looking back to eye the other two. They were very attractive just like Luke, which made me curious to know what the other one looked like.

“Well what do you say, we get you something stronger than what you’re sipping on and then see if you might want to dance?” I cocked my head as I raised my brows.

“Stronger, yes. Dancing, I’m not too sure.” Luke licked his bottom lip slightly as he eyed me.

“Oh please.” I whined as I hopped down from the stool. “I love dancing.”

“Fine, but only if I get to dance with you.” He smirked as he slipped his arm around my waist, leading me towards the bar. He was tall but from the way he casually held my waist and walked cockily I could tell he wasn’t anywhere near new to girls. Perfect. He was exactly what I’d been looking for. He was experienced, but still friendly.

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anonymous asked:

You got any mpreg!jared? I just think he'd be so cute sitting backwards on his chair at a convention with his little belly sticking out being protected and jensen constantly looking at him checking if he's ok.

Hey, hon! :) you can search  my Mpreg!Jared over at my library Sorry foor the late reply babe <3