honestly i just thought this would look cool

BTS Reaction: Their crush (you) getting drunk and accidently confessing your love

@purplepokemons said: 

Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else

*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*

*requests are open*


“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.

“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”

“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.

“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”

“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.

“Ohmygod” you said fastly.

“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.

Originally posted by kuromel

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“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.

“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when  I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”

“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.

Originally posted by bangthebae


You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.

“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”


“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.

“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.

“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.

“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.

“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.

“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.

“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends.  You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.

“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.

“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him. 

“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.

“Kim Taehyung.”  You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.

“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.

“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.

“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

I hope you liked it! I tried my best :) Requests are open!

anonymous asked:

Hey could you do something for RFA+V reacting to MC that's a waitress ,please? Thanks so much.

- you worked somewhere near his school
- He thought you looked so cute
- Like he would just stare at you
- All the time Wtf
- Only comes there for you Tbh
- But he never has the courage to talk to you lol

- he had to make a quick stop
- Traffic and all that
- Normally driver Kim would order for him but this time he decided to do it himself
- He saw you and was like woah
- He was blown away
- He would definitely tell driver Kim to take him to you More often
- After a while he’d try to talk to you
- “ do you like cats because I have one”

- It was a long day at work
- He wanted to relax so he found this new café
- You didn’t really expect much of it to be honest and then he saw you
- He doesn’t even think about it and he immediately walks up to you
- He’s super flirty like no doubt that he’s not into you
- Tries to come multiple times a day like chill out
- Stares at you like it so obvious he doesn’t even care if you see him staring at you like he just like hi

- it’s a hobby of his to explore new places
- So when he saw the place you work at he decided to drop by
- The food smells nice to coffee smell nice and then he heard a very soft voice
- He was like whoa I didn’t know that a nice place came with a nice waitress
- Not that he would ever say that out loud though
- thinks you are a very soft and would definitely drop by more

- honestly this boy he never leaves his house like what is he even doing outside
- Only reason why he stopped by was because he ran out of food and he just needed something to eat real quick
- He was super cranky because this boy doesn’t like being social but then he saw you
- He thought you looked super cute in your uniform and started talking to you without even noticing
- He was like “hey I do cosplay and I wear stuff like that too ha ha cool right”
- you might’ve sounded a bit weird but honestly he was just trying his best to sound cool

I hope this is ok lol

Hi I am a baby studyblr and this is how messy my desk is. Chemistry book and research papers to the left. Notepads scattered around. Pens and paper just layin’ there.

Honestly, I wanted to join the studyblr community because of how cool their notes look like, how awesome their printables are, and how amazeball the desk spaces are. Legit, you guys are THE BOMB. But today, I finally made a blog because I realized, my study habits are shit. So I thought maybe starting a blog might help me get my study habits straight. Even though I am procrastinating right now, writing this post instead of studying for my Biology test.

Anyway, I would like to thank these studyblrs for helping me,though indirectly, get my study habits straight but now I think I should help myself too.

WaAaAaAaAaaAAaaahh! My fingers hurt but I love these blogs so yay! Good mornight(coz its already 1:13 am) from the Philippines!


Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.

A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕

You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.

“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.

“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”

“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.

“Is Chris with him?”

“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”

You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.

“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”

Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”

“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.

“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”

“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.

“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”

“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”

“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.

You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.

“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”

“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”

“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”

“Shut up,” you giggled.

“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.

“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”

“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”

“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.

“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.

“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled.

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anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to their s/o having different colored eyes and having a hard time accepting themselves because of it? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. bye! <3

Hoseok: He would honestly love this about you so much, finding your Heterochromia Iridum to make you even more unique. When he first heard you say that this is something that made you feel less confident in yourself, he would google cats and dogs with the same condition to make you feel better. He would end up calling you kitten as a cute little nickname if you let him.

“You would still take in and accept this kitty even if it has different colored eyes, right Jagi? Then why are you any different? You’re both adorable to me!”

Originally posted by notjhope

Yoongi: He never really thought much of your Sectoral Heterochromia, finding that it wasn’t something that would make him feel any different for you. He loved you and it was just a part of who you were, therefore, he loved it. He thought it was obvious. However, when he found out that your Sectoral Heterochromia was something that made you feel bad about yourself, he would do little things to show you that this wasn’t something to be ashamed of or insecure about. He’d start placing small kisses by the crinkle of your eye or on the top of your eyelid whenever he wanted to show random displays of affection.

“I’m not going to tell you that you need to accept yourself, things like that don’t magically happen over a few words. Though, I will tell you that I accept you. That’s never going to change.”

Originally posted by silverdreammarshmallow

Taehyung: He honestly found your Complete Heterochromia so intriguing. He always found himself lost in your eyes, wondering just how you were made to be so special. He thought that this was something you would take in pride, knowing that this made you so much more unique. So hearing that your condition was actually something that made you unhappy, he would be confused at first, questioning you as to why it made you unhappy. After listening to you explain, he would pepper your entire face in light, playful kisses.

“You look so cool though, Jagi! I wouldn’t know what I’d do if I looked as cool as you.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Namjoon: Your Heterochromia Iridum was something that made you stand out and he loved that. You were different than what is considered the ‘norm’ of society and that was something he simply adored about you. Hearing that this is something that you weren’t truly comfortable with made him a little sad but he understood where your feelings were coming from.

You are absolutely stunning, baby. Don’t let anyone or anything make you feel any other way. I’m here if you ever need anything, you know that right?”

Originally posted by vkooked

Jeongguk: He honestly thought that your Sectoral Heterochromia was extremely cool. He always felt that you were magical, something so extraordinary. Whenever you brought up that it made you feel like anything but a extraordinary, he frowned. He was not having it.

Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being different.You’re like a cute witch, casting your spells on me so I fall more and more in love with you.” “If you say that one more time I’ll have to fight you.” 

Originally posted by hi-and-love

Jimin: Before he had met you, he had never seen a person with Complete Heterochromia in person. He had only seen pictures, but he always thought it was unique. Whoever had the condition must have been special and, man, you certainly were something special to him. So he felt hurt when you said that your condition could never make you accept yourself truly. 

Baby, there’s nothing wrong with you. Why would you say something like that? You’re perfect just the way you are, and if you can’t see that then I’ll just have to show you everyday until you believe me.”  

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Jin: Everyone has insecurities, but it never crossed his mind that your Heterochromia Iridum was one of yours. He always thought that it was something you took pride in by the way you acted- that was until you had told him it was a facade to hide the fact that your condition actually made you feel bad about yourself.

Jagi, you have nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t matter that your eyes aren’t the same color, if people want to judge you and be rude to you based off of that then they don’t know what real beauty is.”

Originally posted by jiminahhh

thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this react!

That walk. How wide his shoulders are. His expression. Damn. It all says something like “I’m the leader, I’m in charge. Don’t fuck with me. This shit isn’t new, I know you’re staring.”

Okay, to clear this up, I did NOT create this gif. I got this particular one from another page: eun-sook . Well, now that that has been acknowledged, please feel free to divert your attention/likes/re-blogs to their original post if you please, I have reblogged that post already. Now, to further clear things up, at that time, I didn’t really get how this tumblr stuff worked as far as credit and tags and reblogs were concerned (I damn near still don’t, lol *just got tagging down a few weeks ago*) and I didn’t know that you could comment on a post either. So, on my phone and just googling around, I saw the post and thought oh, that looks really cool, so I just saved it and posted it with my little commentary added to it. I didn’t think that people would assume that I’d created the gif or anything, I was more focused on what I was saying ABOUT the gif and Jinki. I wasn’t trying to steal or get over on anyone or find a way to rack up notes. Idgaf about the notes, or how many follows I get, I just honestly didn’t think about it when I posted it. So, once again, if you like the gif and would like to like it or reblog it, please use the original on eun-sook tumblr page if you want.
  • wow. that person has amazing handwriting. do people like that even exist in real life??
  • *sees picture of notes on a topic i have studied* *aggressively zooms in to make sure they have their stuff correct*
  • *looks around, sees plant, white desk, pretty notes, coffee, anything aesthetic* ok how do i take nice pic w/out making myself look like a WEIRDO in public
  • hey maybe if i just try people’s tips i can draw artsy things too (sometimes works, sometimes it is utter disaster)
  • i love stationery and notebooks and pencil cases and erasers
  • *sees someone post their grade* *is higher than mine* ://?/?////?////////?//////// sigh why am i dumb
  • *sees any planner or bujo spread ever* ://??/?//?/???////?/ sigh why don’t i have my life together
  • omg someone just reblogged me and tagged saying something cute and my heart
  • *when @academla posts anything* i love u
  • maybe one day i will start a studygram. and a studytube. maybe one day i will be a cool studyblr.
  • … i hope nobody will notice i stopped 100 days of productivity :)))
  • i am a studyblr failure. look at the state of my DESK
  • i just want everyone to succeed i can’t wait until everyone begins to succeed in what they are doing in life and be awesome and see their hard work pay off because they honestly so deserve it 
Thoughts on the manhwa Never Understand

Honestly I was chillin havin a good time it was 2:30am and I wanted to read something before sleeping and so I came across the manhwa Never Understand and I was like “cool I’ll just start it then sleep, the story looks lighthearted” but tHEN THE STORY FUCKING SUCKED ME IN IT’S 4AM I HAVE SOME REGRETS CAUSE IT TOOK A DARK TURN AND GUYS I GENUINELY FEEL LIKE THAT SHIT WAS PSYCHOLOGICALLY DAMAGING /TOWARDS ME/ I FEEL ATTACKED



humanlyinhuman  asked:

Just wondering- why are Dan's eyes entirely brown in the elf!phan au? Is it just the way he was born, or does it have some kind of backstory? Do they do anything? I think it looks awesome, and I love this au!!! 💗💗💗

Honestly, I just think Dan looks really cool with those eyes. I feeeeeeel like it’ll come into play when he’s exposed to a lot of sunlight (via Phil and their travels), but yeah honestly I just thought it looked cool lol. It also might have something to do with how, at night, your pupils dilate to compensate for the lack of light.. Dan lives mostly in darkness, so biologically, those eyes would make more sense. 

anonymous asked:

right, but what about whiskey/tango coming out to dex b/c they think he's queer and will support them and dex having his internal sexuality panic right then and there

Dex dropped his backpack beside the couch with a thud. He was normally more careful with it, but he’d been awake for the past 27 hours with no sleep, he’d only barely met the deadline for his Gender Studies essay, and Professor Rezendes had decided to hold back his class. For an extra 20 minutes. 

The only thing that Dex wanted to do was fall into a short coma, but sometime around 3 a.m. Tango had texted him asking if they could talk. And his 3 a.m. self thought that it would be an excellent idea. 2 p.m. Dex, however, was at the level of sleep deprivation that put him dangerously close to either homicide or insanity.

Still, he did love the tadpoles.

“What did you guys want to talk with me about again?” He asked, grabbing a stray snickerdoodle from the plate on the coffee table, actually looking towards the Tadpoles for the first time and-

Okay. So he had at least half of an idea about why Tango wanted to talk. 

They were sprawled out on the couch, Tango tucked into Whiskey’s side. Dex can’t say that he’d never suspected anything (Tango was about as close as you could get to being an open book), but he’d always thought it was one-sided. Given the lovestruck way that Whiskey was watching Tango right now, apparently not. 

Tango squinted expectantly at him. “Is it not super obvi-” 

“We’re dating.” Whiskey interrupted, side-eyeing Tango, who looked back at his boyfriend with a ‘no shit, Sherlock’ expression.

He’d totally called it, but Dex still stared blankly at them for a moment, processing the fact that the two freshman he and Nursey had practically adopted had somehow fallen in love, that he was watching his children grow up (damn he felt like Bitty), before his face split into a smile. 

“Congrats, dudes,” He said, flopping down across from them in an empty arm chair, before taking a slightly more serious tone. “Also, like, thanks for trusting me with this moment.” 

Whiskey snorted. “Bitty said the exact same thing.”

“Shitty taught us well,” Dex shrugged. “Speaking of, um, I should probably know who you’re out to, so I don’t accidentally say something to someone that you guys aren’t comfortable with.” 

“Just you and Bitty,” Tango answered cheerfully. “We don’t know when we’ll be ready to tell the others, but we felt like we could tell you two.” 

Ha, he thought, so the Tadpoles trusted me more than Nursey. Nursey can suck my ass they think I’m more- wait what?

“That’s totally cool and I respect that,” Dex asked, “But like, why not Nursey?” 

Tango fidgeted a little with the sleeve of Whiskey’s shirt. “Well, we weren’t sure if he’d be totally, um, chill, with us dating. And like, also, you know…” 

He did not know, and it must have shown on his face. 

Whiskey rolled his eyes. “Also, you know, Nursey’s not queer. We figured it would just be easier to come out to you and Bitty for now.”

Dex’s entire world seemed to shift on its axis.

“I’m not gay,” he snorted incredulously. “Like, I’m glad that you guys felt comfortable enough to come out to me, but why would you even think that?”

Tango looked quizzically at him. Whiskey raised a single, well-manicured, judgmental eyebrow. None of them spoke.

“Are you sure?” Tango asked at length, still obviously doubtful. “Are you sure you’re not at least a little gay?”

“Um, yeah?” Dex said. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed if I was into dudes by now.” 

“But what about your crush on Chris Pine?” Tango asked.

“And your sexuality rants in the dining hall?” Whiskey added.

“And how you always get onto the Lax-douches for saying no homo?” 

Dex’s brain almost short-circuited from a combination of exhaustion and shock. It almost felt like he was being fucking interrogated or something. He took a slow deep inhale before he started explaining. 

“First off, I wouldn’t say I’m gay for Chris Pine. He’s cute, but, like, even if I were gay I don’t think I’d be into him. He’s twice my age. And I rant about gender and sexuality stuff because Shitty made me promise to ‘keep the tradition alive’ when he left for Harvard and said that he trusted me, as, and I quote, ‘the angriest, most passionate motherfucker on the team’ to carry on his legacy. It’s the same reason I get onto the Lax Bros. Fuck those dudes.” 

The silence was somewhere between awkward and understanding. Dex could practically see the way the gears were turning in Tango’s head. His thoughts must’ve settled after a second or two though, because Tango’s 1000-volt smile returned. 

“Sorry for assuming, Dex,” He said. “We should’ve known better. It was nice of you to take it in stride, though. I knew we could count on you.” 

Dex smiled back, exhausted and relieved, but still glad that Tango and Whiskey felt comfortable around him. “No problem dude, we all jump to conclusions sometimes. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff Nursey used to think about me.” 

Tango’s eyes widened comically, “No! Really? What did he-” 

A buzzer went off in the kitchen, piercing and annoying. Tango’s nose wrinkled and Dex almost flinched at its sound. 

“Give me a second, I told Bitty I wouldn’t let his pie burn.” Tango said, disentangling himself from his boyfriend. Whiskey watched him leave, his eyes following his boyfriend all the way to the kitchen, but as soon as the door shut his eyes were on Dex. 

“Are you fucking with me? With the gay thing?” 

Dex was halfway between laughing and pounding his head on the table. 

“I already told you guys that I’m not gay. Jesus, calm down.” 

Whiskey leaned forward. “Then why are you always looking at Nursey like you want to fuck him senseless, move into the suburbs, and then adopt ten kids with him?” 

He scoffed, “I don’t-” 

It was like several things clicked at once. 

“I’m not into Nursey,” Dex rebutted with no actual force at all.

Whiskey raised both well-manicured, judgmental eyebrows at him this time.

“I’m not. I’m not into Nursey. I would’ve noticed or, like…” Dex trailed off as shock set in. 

Whiskey leaned back, nodding slightly. 

“Oh,” Dex said quietly. “Fuck.” 

Whiskey only hummed in solidarity. Distantly, Dex could hear Tango knock something over in the kitchen. Or maybe several somethings. 

Whiskey sighed. “I’m going to go help him, but you-” he said with a pointed look- “should probably go get some sleep. You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” 

Dex shook himself into being awake and functional enough to process that. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

He grabbed his bag off of the floor, but Whiskey grabbed his shoulder before he could leave. 

He almost looked like he had no idea what to say. “Dude, honestly just chill. You can figure everything out when you don’t look like death. I probably- shit, we probably shouldn’t have gone all Spanish Inquisition on you when you look like death. No offense or anything. Also Bitty’s gone for the weekend, so you might as well crash in his room.” 

Dex sighed, practically sobbing at the thought of getting some sleep and just not thinking about how in love he was with his best friend anything. “Yeah, I get you. I’ll just.. go crash there now.”

Whiskey let go of him gently, as if he was afraid he would tip over. 

“Cool.” He said, then looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “I gotta go help with whatever that was.” 

Dex nodded, already halfway in the hallway. He wanted to sleep so bad, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Nursey

God, he was so fucked.

It's just a one night thing - ch1 dluh

“Where are you going?” My friends yelled at me over the music while I walked away from them.
“To the water.” I yelled back. I’m honestly not a fan of parties, I’d rather be home than in a crowd. I’m on vacation in LA for a few weeks with three of my friends then i’m heading on my own to who knows where.

I sat on the sand staring at the dark waters.
“Kilo! Come here!” I heard someone yell in a distance. I turned my head to where the sound was coming from. I could see someone running in the distance after a small four legged figure.
“Hey buddy.” I called out to the puppy who fell probably stardled by my voice. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I laughed and grabbed the small puppy in my hands. I pet his little head and walked towards his owner.
“Trouble keeping up with this little guy?” I laughed handing the guys dog back. He quickly put his dogs coller back in his neck and hugged him tightly.
“You have no idea.” He smiled back at me, he was so hot. “Thanks for catching him, he can run like this for miles.”
“My pleasure.” I petted the puppy’s head as he tried to lick my hands. “Whats this cuties name?”
“Kilo, I got him not too long ago and as you can see he’s full of energy. Were you at the party?” He asked putting Kilo down.
“Ya but my friends were kind of annoying me.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know, it’s just that whenever they get high they become annoying.”
“Oh, that must suck.” I nodded my head and stared down at my feet. “I should probably head back, it was nice meeting you.” I started walking back but he called me up.
“I’m going to walk back with you, my friends are actually there and I was suppose to leave them my dog.” He walked up to my side and we walked back to the party in silence.

“My friends over there.” The boy said over the music.
“And that’s my best friend with him.” I smiled at Corinna since she was on the verge of hooking up with a hot guy.
“Skate!” The brown haired guy turned his head towards us at the sound of his name.
“Yo Derek!” He smiled and brought Derek in a bro hug. “Who you with?” He nodded his head towards me.
“Uhm…” he looked over at me and I realised that we’ve never even introduced eachother to one another.
“Y/N.” I smiled and pulled my hand out to shake it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same goes here.” Skate smiled back. “So you ready for tomorrow?” He asked his friend.
“I’m stocked man.” His face lit up at the thought of whatever was hapening tomorrow. “But I’m not done packing so I should head back.”
“Anyways.” I cut off their conversation. “I’m going to leave you guy and head back to the motel. You’re okay if I leave right away?” I asked Corinna. She nodded her head and smiled looking up at Skate.
“I think I’ll be fine, plus I don’t think the other girls are done partying just yet.” She pointed to two girls dancing together on the dance floor.
“Okay, then I’ll see you later. It was nice meeting you guys.” I smiled and started walking away but stopped when I was called out by Derek.
“Are you heading that way?” He pointed to the right side of the beach, I nodded my head. “Wait up.” He gave his friend Kilo and gave him a kiss on the head which gave me butterflies in my stomach. I’m a dog lover as you can see. He jogged back to me and I started walking back with him.
“Do you live in LA?” Derek asked me as I took my shoes off for it to be easier to walk.
“I’m only here for another week then I’m leaving.”
“Oh, and where are you going next?” I shrugged.
“I have no idea.” The truth is that I left home since I was miserable over there and I’m just trying to find a place that’s going to make me happy again. “I just want to see the world.” He looked over at me and smiled. “What?”
“Nothing, I just think that it’s cool.”
“Tell that to my family.” I mumbled looking down at my feet.
“How come?”
“Lets just say they’re not to happy that their daughter dropped out of college to travel.”
“Well are you happy you did?”
“I don’t know yet.” I answered honestly. We talked for a while about how he was leaving for a few months on tour with his friends and that he was a rapper. Talking to him was quite fun actually and I wasn’t scared of saying what I thought since I would never see him again. We walked off the beach and went threw a couple of streets before arriving at a creepy motel.
“This is where I’m staying.” I pointed to the reacked place.
“You’re staying there?” He looked at the place in disgust.“
“It’s not that bad. I mean yes we have ant problems and the floor sinks and the shower only gives us cold water but we have air conditioning and its extremely cheap.” I laughed but he just stared at the place. “Its the only thing I can afford in California, it’s better than nothing.” He hesitated but ended up aggreeing with me. “Wanna come sit with me, I’m not really tired anymore.”
“Sure.” He followed me at the swing hanging from the roof of the motel. It’s actually the only thing I like about this place.

We talked for hours and the sun was starting to rise. “So why did you leave everything behind to travel?” I was hesitant to tell him. I wasn’t used to people actually asking questions about me.
“I don’t really want to talk about deep stuff.”
“Oh come on, we’ve been talking for 6 hours, at this point I think we can talk about the deep stuff.”
His hand was still resting on my thigh but inched a little higher making me want him more. He was so attractive.
“I wasn’t happy back home. I was miserable.” He stared down at me with a questionable look. “I struggled with bulimia and self-harm.” At that moment it’s as if he could see the scars on my legs and the fading one on my arms, probably since it wasn’t as dark outside anymore. He took my arm in his hand and strocked the tattoo on my arm.
“What is this?”
“A reminder.” I started at the writting ‘fight off your demons.’
“What’s your biggest fear?” He asked, I couldn’t look at his face so i stared at a car parked far away.
“Not to make it. Not being strong enought to continue anymore.”
“I totally get it, I’ve thought about it too.” I furrowed my eyebrows confused. “Hey, don’t give me that look, good looking guys can also struggle in life.” He chuckled lighting up the mood. “I had problems with drugs in high school and I almost killed myself, which I ended up not doing, but still, I hated myself so much, I didn’t see a purpose anymore.” I stared at him playing with my necklace not really knowing what to say. “Promise me something?” I waited for him to continue. “Promise me you wont do it. Promise me you wont end it.” I couldn’t promise that, but at the moment I was happy and I couldn’t possibly think of that.
“I promise.” His head started leaning down as we stared into eachothers eyes. A part of me wanted to do it but another wanted to push him away. His lips connected to mine but I quickly pushed him away. “Wait!” I blurted out.
“Whats wrong.”
“I need to admit something.” He looked at me confused. “I’ve never kissed a guy.” He looked at me surprised.
“What!? I don’t believe you.”
“I swear. I’ve never kissed anyone or been with a guy ever in my life.”
“But your hot and beautiful, how could you not.”
“I don’t know guys back home just don’t see me that way and I have no idea what I’m doing and I feel like an idiot now.” I babled but he quickly cut me off laughing.
“Don’t stress you were actual pretty good.” He said making me a little more nervous. “Just relax.” He kissed me again but this time I didn’t push him away. He deepened the kiss and I could feel his hands untying my jeans shorts and I let him. Derek’s hands slid in my short touching me and filling me with pleasure as I slightly tugged at his hair. I heard a door opened and we quickly pulled apart acting all casual.
“Worst timing ever.” I giggled tying my pants back. I could see Corinna walking in the parking of the motel with a smile on her face.
“You guys are still together?” She smirked. “What have you guys been up to?”
“Nothing, we were just talking.” I lied and stood up and so did Derek.
“Sure you were.” I rolled my eyes and waited for her to enter our room before speaking up again.
“I think I’m going to go sleep now and I think you should go finish packing since you’re leaving in 2 hours.”
“I should.”
“So I guess this is goodbye.”
“I guess it is.” I stood up on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Good night Derek.” I said before closing the door to my room.

Home - Part 1 of ???

[This is my first fic for this particular fandom, and the first fic I have written since my senior year in high school (2003! Wow!) Since the gang revealed how the series was supposed to end and even some long standing secrets, I wanted to write a little something about what they might have gotten up to after all was said and done. I hope you all enjoy it. I certainly had fun writing it. This will likely be a multi-parter but I apologize ahead of time that I will be slow to update as I work full time, I’m married and have lots of other responsibilities. Not to mention a mini-vacation coming up at the beginning of June. So patience is the key here. But feel free to leave me comments and let me know what you think!]

Part 1 - You are here
Part 2 - Click me!

Title: Home

Summary: They did it. They had taken back their lives and finally found peace again, but Rythian still isn’t quite satisfied. Something is missing. That something, is Home.

Characters: Zoeya, Rythian, Teep, Ravs (mention), Nilesy (mention) so far. Potentially more to come? Idk.

Pairings: Zoethian (if you don’t like it you can scroll on please - I know there has been some hate lately but yo, to each their own okay? c:)

Warnings: Cute shit. Yeah that’s right. Fluff central. May update for future chapters.

You know how all traditional fairy tales end with “Happily Ever After”, but what exactly happens “ever after”? Is the story truly over? After all, the hero or heroine must have saved the day and now everything is perfect, and happy and wonderful.

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wannabee-emo  asked:

So I thought I have honestly had for a while, do fusion gems exist exclusively to fusions? I'll elaborate, let's take smoky quartz for example, does smokey only exist when a rose quartz and a amethyst fuse? Or is there a nonfusion by the name of smokey quartz that their fusion just happens to resemble? I personally hope the latter is true because it would be cool to see a nonfusion standing next to their fused look alike.

I honestly hope that there are non fusion gems of gems we’ve only seen as fusions because it would most definitely be cool to see a Garnet and our Garnet do some stuff yk. But I find it cool that if homeworld needs a certain gem that is stronger than the sum of their parts, they fuse two + gems of the SAME kind (the Rubies/ Topaz).

It seems like they don’t want any mixing of gems from OTHER types to fuse to make a gem that can simply be made with no imperfections from the same type: notice how Topaz and both Ruby fusions that they debuted had no extra limbs or eyes. I think fusion for us is so different because it’s not like they haven’t done it before on Homeworld, but I feel like now since Garnet first fused, they’ve made gems with a bigger status as army fuckers who fight in battle fuse to make bigger army fuckers who fight in battle, rather than mixing two different gems and not knowing who they are at first and what their specific strengths are; I.E. when Smokey Quartz didn’t know they were a Smokey Quartz at first because of the obvious inexperience with determining gem type and strength amongst two different gems.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've done this, but this has been tearing my mind for the past few day's ;-;.... what would light, L, and the wammy boys think of their s/o having a twin? Maybe in a list format? Anything is fine :-)


- he was surprised when you first told him but he doesn’t really care that much

- when he first meets your twin he finds it odd and a bit jarring seeing someone who looks so similar to you but he treats them normally and doesn’t bring it up

- he thinks having a twin is pretty cool but honestly doesn’t give it much thought. He loves you, why would he care that much about your sibling?

- he has a sister himself, he knows what having a sibling is like and doesn’t see it as that different


- he’s just like “Oh really? I see.” when you tell him

- literally does not even give it a second thought, you may as well have said “I saw a red car today”

- if he ever meets your twin, he’s as polite as ever. Again, he doesn’t even give it a second thought, this doesn’t surprise him in the slightest.


- he’s pretty surprised when you tell him

- asks you a few questions like “Are you guys identical? Do people usually get you guys mixed up?” He’s genuinely curious and wants to know what having a twin is like

- if he meets them he’s overall very sweet if not a bit nervous about meeting part of your family

- he finds it fascinating seeing you two standing next to each other and looking so similar but he doesn’t bring it up


- he’s so jealous

- he bombards you with questions including if you guys ever prank people by switching identities

- if he meets them he bombards your twin with questions too but doesn’t talk about it too much. He doesn’t want to make you guys feel awkward

- you and your twin totally end up pranking him at some point and it’s glorious


- he’s just like “Oh” but he has an interested tone of voice

- he never had any brothers or sisters so he’s curious of the dynamic 

- if he ever meets them he’d be rather shy and wouldn’t talk much but he’d still be curious about how you guys interact. He is secretly jealous of the relationship you both have


Total of 6 hours.

It’s always 6 hours. I also tried a style that I used a few years ago on my oc, Karmen.

The dull one actually has two layers completely filled with one color. Dark magenta with a hue layer at 43% opacity. And cyan with an overlay layer at 8% opacity. So that’s cool. Glad that turned out well.

So this is just a blue Dianite. I moved the colors on his palette over to blues that I thought would look good and I came up with this weird scene. I like how this turned out honestly and I think I might keep doing this with diff colors. And I changed his horns.

I like his horns. They were so much easier to draw like that.

Anyway. I hope y'all like this. I think I’ll do more of this.

huxvictis  asked:

Hey!! I just started this blog and I plan on posting original content soon. I was wondering how do you guys tend to connect? I've noticed that a lot of blogs overlap with each other in this fandom. Also I'm gonna need a beta reader but I have zero (0) friends lmao,,,,

hi there! 💕💕💕💕

I’d say the best way to start friendships here would be to use the instant messaging feature and strike up a conversation! Maybe have a scroll through some tags and find someone who’s art you really admire or go through your notifications and see whose name pops up in there. Sending asks helps too, I think! Sending your headcanons or prompts (not on anonymous) to people and sharing thoughts and prompting a discussion amongst people works very well too! But honestly, just messaging people like ‘hey, you look cool and I like this ship/character/thing too so can we scream about things together?’ is sometimes all it takes! Don’t be afraid! 💖💖💖

As for a beta reader, the best thing to do would be to make a post about your need and tag it appropriately so that people who go into the kylux tag will see it and may be able to help you out!

Hope this helps, darling! 💕 if anyone else has something to add to this then feel free!

Blame- Bucky Barnes- Part 9

Felt bad for not uploading in a while so here’s another part! Enjoy!









Originally posted by annutystan

You walked into the secluded area and saw a large metal object placed in the middle of the room.

“Here, put him in this.” You instructed them, helping them guide Bucky’s metal hand into the clamp, “Just in case he wakes up and isn’t himself.”

Steve and Sam walked away to check out the rest of the place. You stayed with Bucky, however on edge and at a safe distance. You could hear helicopters and sirens wailing in the city around you.

Bucky eventually came to, looking around confused. He attempted to move but then realised he couldn’t and that his arm was retained. He then found you. He looked up at you, with an expression which could only be described as a lost puppy. You didn’t want to scare him, so you moved towards him slowly. You figured it would be better if you spoke to him for a bit before calling out and making him more anxious with Steve and Sam

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What a Shame

Fandom- 5 Seconds of Summer
Pairing- Michael Clifford x reader
Plot- Michael and Reader meet on a plane and connect in a way that they never have with anyone else
Warnings- None

(Your pov)
This trip was the last thing I wanted to do this summer. If it were up to me, I would’ve stayed at home in my comfy bed with some (f/f) and my laptop. But my aunt had other plans.
“I haven’t seen you in years!” She had complained, trying to guilt trip me into flying from New York City all the way up to some middle of nowhere town in Canada. But she wore me down and now here I sat in the airport waiting for my six hour flight to Seattle, where I will then board another plane for a two hour flight to my aunt.
I tapped my foot while waiting for the flight. My best friend, (F/n), had been texting me all day. She was complaining about me being gone for half the summer. Apparently, she needed my support because some band she loved was going on tour and she couldn’t get tickets. Why I had to be punished and listen to her rant about it all day, I had no idea, but hey that’s the price of friendship.
A mans voice announced that flight 22, my flight, was now boarding and I had never felt better. I wanted this flight to be over and it hadn’t even started yet.
I pushed through the large New York crowd, showed the lady my ticket and dragged my bag behind me into the plane. By the time I managed to get it into the overhead compartment and fall into my seat, I was exhausted. Laying my head back, I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was anywhere else but here.
“Uh excuse me, but I think you’re in my seat.”
My eyes flew open and landed on the guy standing in front of me. He had bright red, messy hair and green eyes. I stared for a moment, trying to figure out where I had seen him when I remembered he was waiting for me to move.
I jumped up and moved one seat over, “Oh uh, sorry.”
He laughed a bit while I struggled to move my stuff. “It fine, don’t worry about it.”
He sat down next to me and pulled out his phone. I looked away, feeling extremely awkward in the silence that had fallen. Did he feel awkward or was it just me? The urge to look at him again over came me as I racked my brain for anywhere I could’ve seen this guy. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over only to look away quickly when I saw him to looking at me. Ok ya it was defiantly awkward for him too, it had to be. Doing the only thing I could think of, I too pulled out my phone and pretended to be doing something. I thought of texting (F/n) but decided against it as she would never let it go if I told her about the cute guy next to me.
“Excuse me, but could you please turn off your phones? We are about to take off.” A flight attendant asked. We both nodded and I shut off my phone and shoved it back into my pocket. The attendant went over the incase of a crash thing that they always did before the plane began to move down the runway. I bit my lip and clutched the arm rests, a little too tight as we began to pick up speed.
“Afraid of heights?” The guy next to me asked and I shook my head.
“I just don’t fly much, the take off and landing always freaks me out a bit. What about you? I mean do you fly much?” I asked, mentally punching myself for babbling.
But he just scoffed, “All the time.”
“For work or something?” I asked.
He laughed again, “Ya you could say that.”
I went to say something else but some ‘slight turbulence’ shook the plane and I grabbed onto the closest thing. Which just so happened to be this guys arm/shoulder. He was looking at me with an amused face but didn’t seen fazed at how hard I was gripping his arm.
A blush spread across my face and I let go and scooted away as far as I could on the seat.
“Sorry I just uh got a bit spooked.” I said while hiding my face into my hands.
“It’s no problem, feel free to cuddle with me if it makes you feel any better.” He laughed, “I’m Michael.”
I glanced up, “(Y/n).”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He said with a wink.
I laughed, “Arr you really flirting with a girl you just met? For all you know I could be a murderer. Or on the run from the FBI.”
“But your not, are you?”
“Welp you got me there.” I laughed.
“We got a six hour flight ahead of us, I think I’ll have plenty of time to find out who you are.”
“What if I don’t want you to know who I am?”
“Well that sucks because it’s happening now, there is nothing you can do about it.”
I looked out the window and was surprised to see that we had leveled out. Wow only two freak outs, that’s gotta be a personal record. In turned back to Michael, who was already looking at me, and narrowed my eyes, “So, your accent? I’m pretty sure your not from around here.”
He shook his head, “Nope, I’m from Australia.”
“Really? Well what are you doing all the way over here in 'murica?” I said in my best country accent.
He laughed, “Like I said before, work.”
“What kind of work?”
He looked at me for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to tell me before responding, “Entertainment.”
“Are you a stripper?” I asked before I could stop myself. He busted out laughing and I slapped my hand over my mouth. “That was not supposed to come out.”
He leaned over laughing so hard his eyes had stated watering and people around us were giving us looks. I leaned over and tried to shush him while also keeping myself from laughing with him.
“I’m sorry, sorry.” He quieted himself down and sat back up straight. He looks me straight in the eyes with a serious face, “That right there just made this whole flight worth it.”
“Sorry about that, I usually have a better filter. That stuff usually stays in my head.” I said. A light blush painted my cheeks and I tried not to look away from his playful gaze.
“So you thought I looked like a stripper?” He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms.
“No! I mean yes you are attractive, but you don’t. You- your not, I didn’t -” I babbled on trying to come up with a least one sentence that wouldn’t embarrass me more but came up short.
“Hey I was just kidding (Y/n) don’t hurt yourself. I take you seeing my stripper potential as a compliment, thank you.”
I rolled my eyes and slumped down in my chair. “I regret ever continuing this conversation. I should’ve gotten out when I had had the chance.”
“Aww don’t be like that, we’re friends now you can’t escape this.” He said leaning on my shoulder.
I shoved him off and turned to face him again, “Fine but if you bring up the stripper thing again I’m ignoring you.” I said.
“Alright if we are gonna be friends, then we need to know more about each other. So, why are you on the plane?” He asked before leaning onto his hand and batting his eyes at me.
I scoffed but played along, “I’m going to see my Aunt in Canada. I’m switching planes when I get to Seattle. What about you.”
“Well I was supposed to have gotten a plane yesterday, but I missed the flight. So my friends are all waiting in Seattle for me.”
“And your friends are also… Entertainers?” I asked.
“Well, we’re in a band together.” He said hesitantly.
“Oh that makes everything make sense.” I laughed. He looked relieved that I didn’t press about his band and eagerly changed the subject, “What about you, you have any mates back in New York? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”
“If your just trying to figure out if I have a Boyfriend, no I don’t.” I said.
He scoffed, “I wasn’t trying to ask if you had a boyfriend, I just wanted to know if you had any friends or are you a loner of something?”
“Yes I have friends dummy. Got any other weird questions?” He asked
“Well I do have a few…”
We spent the next hour getting to know each other. We talked about everything from favorite foods to what we wanted to do for a living. As it turned out, we shared a lot of the same hobbies and likes. He would drop in the occasional compliment or flirt here and there, but nothing more than as a joke. I’m guessing.
The worst part was throughout all of this, I still had yet to figure out why he seemed so familiar. But I didn’t bring it up, in case it creeped him out or something.
It was our fifth hour of the flight. Michael had fallen asleep and I was watching the crappy in-flight movie because I didn’t want to wake Michael while crawling over him to get my iPod from my bag. So I watched the dumb movie while mentally wishing Michael would wake up so I could talk to him. I looked over at his sleeping figure and my eyes traveled up to his bright red hair. It looked soft and fluffy and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through it. Oh god that sounded creepy.
I looked back down at his closed eyes and I thought back to just a little while ago when they had been bright and full of life while laughing at me when I told him about the time I had accidentally knocked over my Uncles wedding cake in the middle of the ceremony. I was lost in thought when his deep Australian voice knocked me back into reality.
“Like what you see?”
I blushed when I realized he had been staring at me staring at him. “I honestly don’t know how I should answer that.”
He laughed as he sat up and stretched, popping his back before slumping back down.
“I would prefer it if you said yes, but that’s really up to you.”
“Shut up I was thinking and you just happened to be in my way.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes.” And with that, I turned my back to him and looked at the window. I laid my head on the cool glass and looked down at the city we were flying over. I could feel his eyes on me.
“What are you thinking about now?” He asked
“As much as I hate taking off, I love being up in the air. Everything looks so much more beautiful from way up here. You would never guess that there are real people with lives and problems of their own. From up here it all looks fake, yet at the same time perfect. But I guess its hard to be perfect without being fake.” I said. When he didn’t respond I turned and looked back at him, his eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
We just looked at each other for a while, neither moving, neither speaking. But we both jumped when a flight attendant showed up behind Michael.
“Sorry to bother you, but would either of you like a drink?” She asked with a overly peppy voice and a painstakingly large smile.
I shook and head and Michael did the same. As the girl walked away, I realized for the first time since the flight started, and awkward silence had fallen once more.
Was it what I’d said?
“(Y/n)?” He asked suddenly.
“I get it. What you said before, I completely get it. From far away everything looks perfect and fine, but that’s not real. You have to get closer to see the real truth.” He stared down at the ground with a pained look on his face and I got the feeling there was something more to what he was saying.
“Ya.” I agreed. He looked over at me and seemed to be arguing with himself to tell me something. He seemed to have decided against it as he looked straight ahead again.

(Third Person pov)
The two sat silently side by side, but at the same time so far away. (Y/n) sat thinking of Michael. He was the first one she has ever told that two and as fate may have it, he understood her completely. She wanted to talk to him and figure out what he had wanted to tell her. She wanted to know him.
Meanwhile Michaels thoughts were similar. He was thinking of (Y/n). How she seemed to understand him better than most and he’d only known her for five hours. He wanted to talk to her and tell her about who he was. What are the odds that the girl who understood him most, knew him least.
The flight slowly drew to an end and as they began their descent, Michaels hand inched over and gripped hers. She squeezed his hand and gave him a grateful look. As they slowly landed (Y/n) gripped Michaels hand tighter everytime they so much as shook, but he didn’t mind. In fact he prefered her hand in his, it was almost like they were made for each other.
The plane landed and the two sat, hand in hand, waiting for the rest of the people to move to they could get their bags. Little did the other know, that neither wanted to move. But slowly Michael did. He handed (Y/n) her bag and grabbed his. And they walked out side be side, in to airport.
As soon as they did cameras were flashing and just like that, the little world Michael had created around (Y/n) had been destroyed. She was lost into the sea of people and flashing cameras, while he was pulled along by bodyguards.
And then in that moment (Y/n) remembered where she had seen him. He was in all the posters, all the pictures, all the videos (F/n) had made her watch of that band she loved. Michael Clifford was famous. Michael Clifford was a celebrity. But Michael, the one she knew, was even more than that.
As the two were pushed farther away Michael caught one last glace of (Y/n), just before she boarded her second plane she had turned to look once more. They locked eyes for the last time, both completely different people from two completely different worlds, heading in two completely different directions.
But in that moment he was not Michael Clifford of Five Seconds of Summer, no he was Michael from the plane. Michael who understood.
And she was more than (Y/n) from New York, no she was much more, she was (Y/n) from the plane. She was (Y/n) who understands.
The two were pulled apart by different forces and they lost sight of each other.
What a shame it was, to fall in love on a plane.

Hello lovelies, I hope you liked this one, it got a little intense towards the end there but I like how it turned out. Send in some requests, I write one shots for any fandom as long as I have a pretty good idea of the show or character.- Kat 😽

catchthespade  asked:

hey ;^)

1. First impression: I thought you were like, intimidatingly cool, and I loved how you and @maidofstars interacted and I wanted to be both of your friends hella bad not gonna lie.
2. Truth is: I would literally hop on a plane right now to come see you and crack open a cold one if I had the money, my dude.
3. How old do you look: Honestly?? If I didn’t know your age and just saw your selfie I’d think 20-21
4. Have you ever made me laugh: Literally every single day ilysm
5. Have you ever made me mad: Nope!
6. Best feature: 

  • Physical: your smile, since it makes me smile aaa <3 
  • Not physical: Your ability to remain objective and open-minded, both when I’m talking to you about drama and in your writing. 

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: “had” like I ever stopped lmao y e s
8. You’re my: salt bae, knife wife, meme, my Spade, creator of some of the best OCS, triple espresso founder, my dude
9. Name in my phone: I don’t have your number, but it would be Salt Bae probably lmao
10. Should you post this too? Duh!

Hoshidan Festival: Oboro and Kana (F) Parent-Child Convo

CUTENESS OVERLOAD!! No, seriously, this is a really cute conversation. Kana proves herself to be a great daughter in this conversation, and it’s heavily implied that Corrin is a great husband, too. What a sweet, close-knit family~!

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