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Glancing down at your ticket as you boarded the plane, you repeated the row and seat number in your head over and over, filing your way to the back of the plane, trying not to hit anyone with your purse. To say you were a little nervous to fly would be an understatement, but you also knew it could possibly have been some of your excitement you were mistaking for nervousness. However, you knew you’d feel much better once you found your seat and settled in with your book and music, drowning out the fact that you were flying in an airplane. Approaching your seat, you frowned, noticing that whoever you were sitting next to was already seated and absolutely asleep, his headphones tucked into his ears and his arms crossed across his belly. He was your age, with soft blonde hair and a cute nose that perked up at the end, and while he was cute he was also blocking your access to your window seat. Gently, you nudged his shoulder, seeing if he’d wake up, but the lanky boy did not move. Glancing around you noticed that most everyone was already seated, so you shook the boy’s shoulder a bit more. Again, nothing. With a sigh you carefully lifted your purse of his body and placed it on your seat. Then, you braced your hands on the seat in front of him and reached a leg across his own, attempting to crawl over his body without waking him. Your feet, though, had other plans. Before you had the chance to fully pull your right leg over his body your foot decided to hook itself in the strap of his backpack that was under the seat in front of him, twisting your body so that you fell into his lap, a quick grunt coming from the boy as his hands instantly fell to your hips to steady you where you sat, completely blushing and avoiding eye contact with the boy who was now awake. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, scrambling out of his lap and sitting where you belonged, which was in your seat. You could tell the boy was looking at you from the corner of your eye, but you took your time to settle in, placing your purse at your feet and buckling your seat belt, sighing with content once you were finally in place. “Sorry again,” you said quietly, finally attempting to look at the boy. He was smiling gently, his blue eyes gazing into yours. “It’s alright,” he said, rubbing at the stubble on his chin. “It’s not often that I wake up to a beautiful girl in my lap.” You blushed at his words but giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m Luke,” he said, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You obliged, smiling at him, no longer nervous for the plane ride ahead.

This little ditty is for my love lashtonpetal who is currently on her way ot the airport to come visit me!! Emily I’m so excited to finally be able to hug you, I cannot wait until you’re here. Ahhhhh!! :-)

x

blurb request- calum eating you out while you talk on the phone with your friend

calum demands attention. he likes having your eyes on him while he’s talking, your hand in his while you two are walking, his hand on your knee while he’s driving. he likes being the subject of your attention. and so when he comes home, dropping his heavy bag off at the door and goes to see you, laying on your shared bed and talking on the phone, not only does he get a bit salty, but he also realizes that this opportunity was too good

because just last week, you had done the same thing to him. and karma was a bitch.

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submitted by: myboyashton

Okay, daddy Luke having a baby girl and struggling to make enough time for his daughter and his band since the mom literally popped out the baby and left, and he needs to get a babysitter because he has a band thing tonight and his first instinct is to call you because he knows you really well and trusts you with his baby’s life (literally) and also has the biggest crush on you (he always denies it when the band teases him about it though) (“I dont have crushes I am a grown man”) and he’s about to be late because he literally spent SO LONG telling you what to do if this happens, how to handle that situation, how she’ll only go down if she has her purple monkey, and you’re like “omg Luke I’ve got this go to your thing” and he’s like okay okay and reminds you to call if you have any problems and he’ll be right home because no one can calm her down if she wakes up but him, not even his mom, like baby hemmings would be such a daddy’s girl. And so he’s been gone for about three hours and baby girl hemmings went down about an an hour ago so you’re just quietly watching tv and holding down the fort. Then you hear little cries coming from Luke’s room where baby hemmings’ crib is in the corner and you walk in and she’s awake and sniffling a little bit so you just pick her up and start bouncing her and singing one of her daddy’s songs and it takes a few minutes and she did cry a lot at one point but soon she’s asleep and drooling on your shoulder and you’re still singing to her even though she’s conked out and Luke has been in the doorway for the last five minutes watching you calm his little girl down and he’s just thinking “how the hell did she do that no one but me can do that” and when you notice him standing there you smile and hand off baby hemmings to her daddy and he’s just like “fuck it” and asks you out on the spot.

daddy!5sos night!

family: why won't you come with us?

me: there must always be a stark at winterfell