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William Nylander - Video Games

request: Hi! I have a request about you and Willy playing video games like Friday the 13th and he gets salty everytime you beat him and you can add Alex in there if you want.
authors note: creative title huh ???? literally couldn’t think of anything better. thank you for your request. i hope this works! not sure how i feel about this one tbh. maybe i went in a bit too deeo without context? hope you can still enjoy this though. and feel free to send me some feedback as it always helps to motivate me.
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” Jesus fucking christ.. ” The words were thrown out of William’s mouth along with the game controller against the hardwood floor. The bang frightened you for a second before you tried nothing but your hardest to hold the laughter in. ” Let’s go one more time.. ” You held your hands up in defeat, figuring it was for the best to keep your mouth shut to not anger his temper even more. However, that did not go for his brother. ” Fucks sake William. Not like you’re making it any easier on yourself. You know you’re gonna loose. Why bother? ” William shot a glare in Alex’ direction which unsurprisingly made a chuckle escape Alex’ lips. ” You’re the one to talk. Not like i’m the only sore looser in this room. ”

The competitive minds of the Nylander family was not something new. It had been around from when they were kids. They were all born with it. With parents as athletes it had come natural. Something you had witnessed more than once. After being with William for three years, you had more than often gotten to see the competitive side of their family during game nights or literally just from watching sports through a TV screen. You couldn’t complain though. You were the same. You loved to win and hated to loose. Something that sometimes got the better of you and your boyfriend. This occasion was one of those. For most of the time, you and William were fairly equal when it came to video games. Unless it was the NHL game. Then you were already mentally prepared to loose each time. Which for quite obvious reasons, you did not mind. William however- it did not matter what day, or what game, he could never stand loosing. Especially not when he felt like he was doing better. In all fairness, he enjoyed this game a lot more than you ever had. Hence why he should also probably be better at it than you. But he wasn’t. It was a harsh truth that just did not hit William Nylander in the right spot. And despite you choosing your moments to rub it in- Alex did not. He thought it was hilarious. Seeing his older brother getting absolutely pissed for not winning over his girlfriend. He almost enjoyed it more than winning himself. Though that might be taking it too far.

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List of the 70 Most Useful Websites on the Internet (by Johnny Weber)

1. — Find something random to watch on Netflix.
2. — Find somewhere to drink a pint in the sun.
3. — Upload your gifs.
4. — Convert documents.
5. — Download all the free software you want at the same time.
6. — Speed read the web one word at a time.
7. — Find out which applications you should remove from your computer.
8. — Find places to go in public that are not crowded.
9. — Practice your touch typing.
10. — Get old versions of software.
11. — Find out how readable text is.
12. — Have emails sent when you die.
13. — Budget your money.
14. — Plan your route with the best lodging and attractions.
15. — A search engine that is not following you.
16. — Maps out possible apartments/homes that fit your criteria.
17. — Another great source for finding your next home.
18. — Make any webpage print friendly.
19. — Print precisely what you want from any webpage.
20. — Write a note to someone that will self-destruct after they read it.
21. — A network of people giving away free stuff in their towns.
22. — Crash on someone’s couch anywhere in the world.
23. — Search for recipes based on the ingredients you have.
24. — A search engine for finding people.
25. — Evaluates various charities.
26. — Popular news headlines.
27. — Listen to radio channels across the nation.
28. — Link aggregator.
29. — A computational knowledge engine.
30. — Follow satellites and constellations.
31. — Figure out you I.P. address.
32. — Improve reading speed and comprehension.
33. — Listen to white noise.
34. — Tracks prices for any product.
35. — An interactive periodic table.
36. — Find coupons for just about anything.
37. — Search all of craigslist with one search.
38. — Peek in on somebody’s computer screen.
39. — Find out the best way to glue this to that.
40. — Find out what your website is missing, how you can improve it, and how to make Google recognize it better.
41. — Draw on maps then share them with friends.
42. — Video email.
43. — Online rhyming dictionary.
44. — Design your dream home.
45. — An easy way to send big files.
46. — A place to paste text.
47. — Make it sound like you are hard at work.
48. — Backup your sensitive document online.
49. — Find out where the best seats are on your plane flight.
50. — Find out which websites store data about you, and tell them to unlist your info.
51. — Compare two foods..
52. — Find local gas prices.
53. — Plan out your sleep schedule better.
54. — Find out when certain fruits are ripe .
55. — Talk out your problems with others, or help others yourself.
56. — Swap books with others.
57. — Plan out your meals better.
58. — A graphical look at the weather.
59. — Various network tools.
60. — The best place to buy things online.
61. — Correct grammar and check for plagiarism.
62. — Send yourself a wake-up call.
63. — Plan out your next PC build.
64. — Talk to an actual person instead of a machine when you call customer service.
65. — Find out how long it takes websites to load.
66. — Find nutrition information on various foods.
67. — A database of PDF manuals for various products.
68. — Create meal plans to meet your nutrition targets.
69. — Lock yourself out of time wasting websites.
70. — Research what it is like to work with certain companies.

Nothing Holdin me back

Synopsis: Based off Shawn Mendes’ Nothing Holdin me back music video.
Pairings: Archie x reader, Bughead
Warnings: Flying(?) Fluff, swearing (probably)

AN: fun request but i can no longer listen to that song ever again 😂

3rd Person

“If we were meant to fly we would have been born with wings” you rattled nervously in the brightly coloured plane seat. Your best friend sat next to you laughing at your irrational fear.

“It’s okay y/n/n it’s only like what? 9 hours” he took your rattling hand in his and rubbed the back of it.

“Not.helping.archie. this giant metal tube shouldn’t  fly!” you squeezed his hand tightly as the play hurdles towards take off. You squeezed your eyes shut as tight as possible and waited for the crash and burn.

“Y/N…it’s okay, open your eyes” Archie grinned at you as you slowly obeyed. You glanced out the window and regretted it instantly. You pressed head back to the headrest, completely clung to seat.

“Come on y/n! This is going to be the best School tour ever! It’s Paris! The city of… something” he said attempting to pry you from the seat.

“Love” your voice still shaking with fear.

“Yeah….love”. Archie draped an arm around you and pulled you in. You bury your head into the side of his chest, eyes still welded shut. Archie laughed lightly at seeing his brave and unbreakable friend cower in the face of flying. He rest his head on the top of yours and you both fell asleep like that, 9 wonderful hours.


After nearly breaking Archies. hand squeezing it so tightly on the landing, you were in Paris. And then sweet jetlagged kicked in, your tour group went straight the hotel without hesitation.

To save costs, the school booked rooms with double bed so the students would top and tail, no complaints from Betty and Jughead who planned to spend every moment they could cuddled up and with the boy’ apartment directly across the hall it was easy to achieve.

You rolled over in your sleep and practically touched noses with Jughead. “Hey y/n” he whispered. Not immediately recognising Jughead you screamed and threw yourself out of the bed landing on your ass.

“Jesus Christ Jughead! Get out!” You whisper screaming at him, not wanting to alert the teachers one floor up.

“Sorry y/n, Jug thought we’d all fit” Betty blushed, sitting up to see you lying on the floor.

“Well we don’t!” You stood up and hit Jughead with a pillow.

“Can’t you just go share with Archiiiiieee pleeeeaaasssse” Betty whined collapsing back onto her boyfriend’s chest.

You started grumbling and took your pillow from the bed. “Thaaaank you” Betty smiled.

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever” you hit Betty with the pillow and took Jugheads room key, still grumbling as you went.

You crept across the hall and let yourself into Archie’s room. He lay asleep facing away from door. You slowly walked up to the edge of the bed and then smacked him into the face with the pillow as he gasped.  

“Wakey wakey roomie!” You sarcastically smile as Archie blinks his eyes into focus.

He sits up and his shirtless state catches you off guard for a moment. “What? Where’s Juggy?” He groans.

You roll over him to lie on the opposite side of him “where do you think roomie? Scooch over you’re hogging the covers” you say pulling the thin double duvet from Archie’s grasp.

“Of course he’s over with Betty, that was quick” Archie snuggles back down into the bed facing you. Every nerve in his body wants to feel the electricity of your touch.  

“Shhh Archie, sleeping” you smile and he nudged you playfully. “Wish you had taken that into consideration for me 5minutes ago” he smiles. You don’t see it as sleep takes you away once again.

You’re woken to harsh banging on the door “WAKE UP!!! WE LEAVE IN 40! ROLE CALL IN 30!” a voice you recognise as your art teacher screams through the cheap wooden door.

Y/N groan into a solid surface only to realise it’s Archie’s chest.

Archie POV

I wanted to stay with y/n wrapped in my arms forever. Our legs were tangled and I wanted to keep it that way.

She took all my inhibitions but still made me crazy and I loved her for it. She challenges me, she takes me places I would never go, she really doesn’t like to wait, not into hesitation and I loved her for it. She pulls me in and keeps me guessing but I know I’m always safe with her and I loved her for it.

“YN…we should get up sweetie” I was met with a groan and she snuggled tightly back into me and I to her.

Soon another banging came to the door. “Arch! YN! Put your clothes back on and let me in!” Jughead whispered shouted outside the door.

Y/N slowly pulled from my arms and groggily hauled herself out of the bed. I laughed at her and she hit me with the pillow.

“Bye Arch” she kissed my forehead and left juggy in. Why’d she just kiss my head?! What does that mean?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

“Good morning light of my life” Jughead teased a disgruntled yn. She practically growled at him before crossing the hall. “Not a morning person eh?” Jughead laughed calling to her. Y/n turned on her heels and hit him with the pillow before going into her room.

“My God she’s deadly with that pillow” Jughead laughed as he began getting dressed.

Yn kissing my head was still running rampant in my mind. Did she want me to kiss her back?

I didn’t see yn for the rest of the day, she did art, I was here for my politics elective and so our time tables just didn’t overlap. From our excursions during the day, Juggy was too tired to cross the hall so stayed in our room that night. This was very much the whole story for the rest of the week. I had never seen so little of yn, we only had breakfast and dinner together and it just wasn’t enough.

By the last night I was ready to go back to Riverdale, I missed dad and Vegas and even though she’s across the hall, I see more of yn in Riverdale.

I rolled over to find the space next to me empty. As if on cue the door opened and there stood a fully clothed yn, shoes in her hand.

“Arch, get up!” She threw a shoe, narrowly missing my head.

“What whhhyyyy”

“I haven’t seen you all week and despite being out and about all week I feel like I haven’t seen Paris so let’s go” she began rooting around in my suitcase throwing me a t-shirt. I put it on and pulled on jeans as she continued to root around in suitcases.

“What are you doing?” I pulled on my runners((trainers, sneakers etc.)).

“Tying all of Jugheads shoes together” she said without batting an eyelid. I laughed at her. YN and Jughead got on really well and Jugheads approval was another reason I loved her.

We snuck out into the streets of Paris. It was totally amazing.

“Hey Archie”


“Race you!” She took off running with me hot on her heels. She finally stopped when she met the railing of the river.

“I win” she proclaimed.

I crashed into her, “no fair! I had no idea where we were running to!” our bodies were nearly touching and it was taking everything in me not to grab her and kiss her.

“And you followed me anyway?” She laughed wrapping her arms around my neck. The mixed messages are driving me insane.

“I’d follow you anywhere” I put my hands on her hips and she smiled to me.

Suddenly a brash voice from the direction we had just run from started shouting

“Arrêtez! Faites-vous partie du groupe de tournée américain! Arrêtez! reviens ici!” ((Oh you guys I haven’t done French in 3months don’t be mad if that’s all wrong hahah))

From my broken french I gathered he said something along the lines of “stop! are you part of the american tour group! stop! come back here!”. While I was busy translating in my head, yn grabbed my hand and started running.

She ran down into the underground ((subway etc)), dodging late night commuters. I finally caught up and passed her out and now I was leading her.

We ran out the other end of the underground and I pulled her up more steps and through arches. We finally met a low wall and turned to see if we were still being chased, definitely not.

We both laughed so hard tears came to yns eyes.The place was empty but even if it was full she’d do the same.

Still holding my hand she walked to the low wall “wow” she whispered. I followed her gaze. “Wow” I agreed louder.

Paris. Practically all of it. The Eiffel tower glowed glittery in front of our eyes. Stunning.

“It’s beautiful” yn admired. I looked down to my amazed best friend. “Yeah you are” I let slip.

She looked up at me and met my eye smiling. She bumped me with her hip before leaning into my chest. I wrapped my hand around her waist and continued to take in the view.

She moved from me while taking both my hands. I spun her around and we danced in silence through and under the arches of this Parisian landscape, just messing around. We were the only two in the world.

There’s nothing holdin’ me back. I leaned into her and kissed her. She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss.

“About time Andrews” she smirked at me.

There’s nothing holdin’ me back.

“I love you” I admitted, a huge weight leaving my shoulders instantly.

“Really Archie? You’re such a cliche in the shadow of the eiffel tower” she teased and I pushed her playfully.

“I love you too Archie Andrews” she kissed me again.

There’s nothing holdin’ us back.
Teehee Xx

I know it’s a happy day now with the Epic announcement but it’s still THAT day, and since a family event requires me to be in the town next to THAT one this weekend, I had to do this for Louis today.

And bonus – I had the best seat on the plane 😄

lefthalfoflancelot  asked:

Why make this Darkness thing worse than it already is? I mean, I've loved these last few episodes, but I'm still not on board with Teh Darknesssss. They have a lot more convincing to do before I think Amara is a good antagonist. And so far they're making this thing I'm already doubting and finalizing my negative thoughts about it. I'll reserve my judgement for the episode itself but. Mmmmm not looking good. Noppppppe. After S10 I expect some kind of redemption and they've done good with these

episodes (baby especially) but this will definitely be 2 steps forward 3 steps back. *Shakes fist* Give me something positive Mittens before I lose my mind!

Okay. Deep breaths. This is the midseason finale, so it’s SUPPOSED to be a shockingly low point in the season for Sam and Dean. Plot-wise, it’s where they make their big gesture to strike at the Big Bad. And we know they’ll fail, and things will spiral uncontrollably worse than they are currently. Because that’s how plots work.

They’ve already confronted Amara once, but they went in knowing that was a sort of desperate and half-assed attempt (in 11.06). But they needed to learn something about their “enemy,” and they sort of did. Dean learned that he’s practically powerless against her, not even able to lift a weapon to defend himself from her, let alone strike out at her. He KNOWS they can’t strike directly at her again, because he’s worse than useless in a fight, and she’s stronger than practically anything they’ve ever faced before.

It’s now Sam’s turn to make a desperate sort of stab at defeating her, and he’s been putting all his stock in his Cage Visions, as if they were actually sent from God. I think, like Dean’s attempt to attack Amara directly, Sam’s ploy to free Lucifer and/or Michael is going to go just swimmingly. As in, like swimming in freshly chummed and heavily shark-infested waters. Someone’s gonna get bit.

I find Amara interesting, because she’s still separate from the Darkness. She’s still learning, and growing, and feeling her way through her “brother’s” creation.

Now, all that being said, I am not a huge fan of the buckleming episodes, and find them to be problematic more often than not (please don’t get me started on that discussion here, we’re looking for GOOD NEWS after all, right? right).

Okay. First of all, I can see the squicky kiss between Dean and Amara just being included in the preview because SCANDALOUS! and LOOK AT DEAN KISSING THE HOT GIRL WOWZERS GUYS TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR THE HOT SEXYTIMES! And on Supernatural, when that sort of thing happens in the promo? 99 times out of 100 THAT IS NOT WHAT WE SEE WHEN WE WATCH THE GRODY SCENE IN CONTEXT. So yeah, CHILL UNTIL WE SEE THE CONTEXT.

PR IS NOT SHOWRUNNING, and they like to throw the flashy stuff out to grab the 18-34 male demographic. I have no idea why, but that’s what networks want. *shrugs*

SO. I can envision a scene in which Amara does try to seduce Dean with a kiss, or whatever she’s going to do and/or say to him to win him over to her side, with their bond or whatever. But yeah, I don’t think he’s going to go for it. I mean, I REALLY DO NOT THINK HE IS GOING TO GO FOR IT.

Even if he is lured to her aid, or if she’s still got enough control over him to bring him back into a MoC-like state devoted to her will, I don’t think that will last. Nothing ever takes any of TFW’s free will away for long, you know? But we may end up in some sort of situation where both Sam and Dean are compromised in such a fashion at the end of the next episode. And then we have more than a month to stew over it and pick it apart.

Frankly, I’m more disappointed that Cas didn’t even get a mention this week, and that he wasn’t even in the promo for next week at all (even though I believe he is in the episode). Grrr.


The slanted mirror of Sherlock’s Mind Palace

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the slanted mirror and the effects it evoked since my first viewing of “The Abominable Bride”. Given how important mirrors have been on this show,  I did a mirror-specific TAB rewatch and checked His Last Vow, too.  

What I’ve found, in a nutshell: There are exactly three mirrors in TAB, whereas there are usually more. The two major mirrors of TAB - one at Baker Street, one on the plane - are used to far lesser extent to achieve cinematographic effects, but when the mirror at 221B does more than show the people’s feet, oh myyy. Lots of support for TJLC and maybe something to help untangle the MP/reality confusion going on on the plane

Keep in mind that I’ve never really written long meta of my own. This has lots of pictures sprinkled with deductions. Let me take you on an illustrated journey through my findings, and hopefully this will aid the fandom shed more light on this one prop that’s been bugging me. You see, I’m totally selfless here *winks*

Bear with me - I’m pretty sure it’ll be worth it! 

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Best Friends Brother Part 1 - Requested (Calum)

Requested by anon - can you do a best friend’s brother type imagine with Calum and Mali

“So you two are moving to London together?” my mum asks again.

“Yes” I laugh “They opened a new branch of the record store over there and the boss requested me to run it. They are paying moving costs and first months rent.”

“For Mali too?” she questions.

“Well, no. I asked if it was okay to bring a flatmate and he said he will still pay the rent and stuff until we get settled. She can move her stuff with mine but she had to pay for the flight” I informed her.


6 days later I am seated on a plane to London, next to my best friend, doing a cheers to new things to come.

“My brother already says he wants to come over since they are on their way to London too” she says after taking a sip. I coughed in surprise but hid it well with a ‘wrong pipe’ excuse. The problem is, I thought I would get rid go this stupid crush on her brother when he left. I was horribly wrong and my excuses get worse every time she catches me reading an article on them.

“When are you just going to admit it?” She asks giving me a sly smile.

“Admit what?” I reply, confused.

“You get this face whenever I mention my brother. I know you like him” she laughs.

“Mali, I don’t like-”

“So, not now then? I don’t care. I think it’s cute but you have to admit it eventually” she pushes.

“I just…it’s weird. He is your brother, you’re my best friend. There are rules about this kind of thing” I say.

“Is that an admission?” she asks.

“Yes, okay? For the love of God, yes. I like Calum okay?” I say flustered.

“Okay” she says. “I’m gonna go to sleep” she informs me, dropping the subject completely. I take my notebook and my laptop out of my bag since we have plenty of time on this flight. I might just take a look at the store layout again and figure out how to set it up. I work on that until I fall asleep and am woken by Mali the next morning for food.

“How much time do we have left?” I ask her.

“5 more hours” Mali answers.

“Wow. I can believe I slept a 9 hours” I laugh.

“Are you kidding? I slept for 12!” She replied. We chatted happily through breakfast and around mid morning we chose to both part and watch a movie. I chose the Lego movie and laughed quietly throughout the film. Mali and I chatted again through lunch and we landed in London just one hour later. I was absolutely buzzing with excitement when we loaded into the taxi and rode the rest of the way to our new home.

“Is our stuff going to be there when we get there?” she asks me.

“No, it will be there tomorrow. Our furniture should be delivered tonight though” I chirped.

When we settled in for the night, jet lag had us roaming our flat for little hidden surprises. Mali found a hidden closet inside her closet and I found that below the stairs is big enough to stand in. I hear a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” I shout from my spot under the stairs. I open the door and see 4 familiar faces looking back at me.

“Oh thank God, it’s the right flat” Calum laughed. I stand completely still and Ashton coughs.

“Can we come in Y/N?” he smiles awkwardly.

“OH!” I say when I am pulled out of my trance. “Yeah, sorry” I stand to the side. The boys file in and up the stairs.

“CALUM!” I hear Mali shout.

“Hey sis. Probably shouldn’t shout though, it is half one in the morning” Calum giggles. I walk through the doorway upstairs and Michael looks at me funny with his eyes squinted.

“Why are you so suddenly shy?” he asks. Calum turns around now too.

“I’m - I’m not shy” I stuttered. Michael raised his eyebrow at me. Mali laughed and put her hand on Calum’s forearm.

“Let me show you the apartment Cal” she pulled him towards her room.

“Are you going to tell us why you are being so shy now?” Michael asked again.

“I told you that I’m not being shy” I repeated. 

“Seeing as you are acting more like yourself now that Cal and Mali left, it is definitely because of one of them” I just sated looking at him.

“Y/N” Mali poked he head around the door frame.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“It’s not her” Luke jumped in. Mali gives him a confused look.

“What do you need, Mali?” I asked trying to cut out Luke.

“Will you take one of he boys with you and get some food from that 24 hour shop down the street?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll take Ash” I answered before anyone could volunteer. We walk down the street together.

“If you think taking me was gonna help, you’re wrong” he tells me.

“Why?” I groan.

“Calum has been flirting with you and trying to get with you for so long” he stops walking so I copy him. “He even asked you to go on a date with him over text last month” he stated matter of factly.

“How do you know about that?” I asked.

“He doesn’t lock his phone” he answered. “If you like him, why did you say no?” He inquired.

“He is my best friend’s brother. Like I told Mali, there are rules against this kind of thing” before Ashton could reply, I received a text.

From: Cal Hood

So you like Ashton, that’s why you keep turning me down

To: Cal Hood

That’s not true

From: Cal Hood

Why did you choose him so fast?

To: Cal Hood

Because I thought he would have left the subject alone

“Who you talking to?” Ashton brought me out of my daze.

“Calum” I answered looking down and biting my lip.

“She is okay with it you know” he tells me.

“What?” I ask.

“Mali is okay with you and Calum being together if something happened” he answers. We get to the store and shop in silence except for asking about food products. When we get back to the house I head to the kitchen and start to make myself some cereal.

“You never explained what subject” Calum said from behind me startling me slightly. I put the bowl down and turn around.

“Is this the part where I explain everything and we fall madly in love and everyone is okay” I say.

“I was hoping so” he answered.

“You’re Mali’s brother” I try.

She walks past the door “I’m rooting for it” she says, but keeps walking.

“What’s the real reason” he asks.

“I don’t want to be added to the list” I answer quietly, looking at the floor and sighing.

“What list?” Calum asks.

“You’re a rockstar, I don’t want to be a girl on your list” I mumble and avoid looking at him.

“Do you really think that lowly of me?” He sounds sad when he replies. My head flies up.

“No, please. It’s not that. It’s just - Well you literally have girls at your feet and -”

“And they are not you” he finishes.

“Please Y/N. What is the way I can make you see that I will not stop until you say yes?” he asks. I don’t reply. He huffed and walked into the living room. I stayed planted where I was until my phone started to buzz non stop.

Tweets and replies following a tweet that Calum posted flooding my phone.

@Calum5SOS: Y/N said no because she thinks I have a list because I’m a ‘rockstar’ :(

I walk out to the living room.

“For the record Calum, that wasn’t the way” I say a little more rudely then I intended. I continue walking to my room and shut my phone off when I get there. I lock the door and lay down face first on my bed.

So far, this London experience sucks.


Part 2

London Smiles

Prompt:  Hannah surprising Ingrid in London and they do adorable stuff

Summary: Basically Hannah surprises by meeting her in London and they do the thing where they are cute. 

Hannah stepped onto the plane, about to explode with excitement. She was on her way to London to surprise Ingrid. She had been dating her for only a little while now, but she still got butterflies every time she saw her smile. She walked to her seat with her bag, and sat down for the long flight ahead. They had been texting, so Hannah said her goodbyes for the moment.

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A/N — This isn’t one of my favorites but I really needed to post something new because wow it’s been like a month. Just a little reminder that I’m always open to writing blurbs so don’t be afraid to request one!


CLIFFORD — “Why the hell did you only ask for one blanket?” Michael quietly complained as he attempted to cover himself with the small thin fabric the flight attendants called a blanket. You were hogging most of it and were already sound asleep. Michael’s attempts to get warm only caused you to stir a bit and mumble a sleepy “stop.” He huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips, glaring down at your sleeping frame. Your head was nuzzled into his neck and your legs were curled against your body and Michael couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked. He uncrossed his arms and placed one around your small frame, pulling you in as close as possible until he found warmth.

HEMMINGS — The two of you were head bobbing quite obnoxiously as one of Luke’s favorite Blink-182 songs blasted deafeningly loudly through his headphones. “You both are going to go deaf!” His mother stated as she took her seat next to her son. The two of you simply laughed and returned to dancing wildly in your seats. Plane rides with your best friend, Luke, were always like this. They always consisted of loud punk rock music, horrible dance moves, and stifled laughter. Surprisingly, he was great company on the plane.

HOOD — “Hi, sorry, can you move that?” You quietly inquired to the brunette stranger, pointing to the small bag that sat in the empty seat. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” he nodded, moving it to the floor before pressing his legs against the chair so that you could walk past him. “I’m (Y/N),” you greeted with a friendly grin. “Calum,” he responded with another light nod before asking “so what are you going to Europe for?” The rest of the plane ride, the two of you simply talked and got to know each other. Before you both left, you promised each other you’d meet up later throughout the week.

IRWIN — "I CALL THE WINDOW SEAT!“ Ashton, your best friend, yelled as he ran ahead of you. You only laughed as you watched him get scolded by one of the workers. "He’s 19?” You asked Luke’s mother with a chuckle. “Apparently so,” she sighed, resting a hand on your shoulder and lightly pushing you forward. As you got to your seat, you found Ashton sitting with a smile on his features. “Too slow!” He sang, poking your sides as you took your seat next to him. “I get it on the next flight, Irwin,” you grimaced, ignoring his laughter.