yeah idk this colouring is a little different than my normal one

Reita and Aoi talk about ice cream for five minutes (Radio Jack July 14)

Since these ice creams are Japanese I put pictures so u can see what they’re talking about ^^

Reita: Ring-name, “Ninininini-san.”

Aoi: yep 😒

Reita: “Since it’s gotten hot recently, tell us your favourite kind of ice cream! I like Haagen Dazs cookies and cream.”

Aoi: Oh, that stuff is expensive, isn’t it? It’s so good.

Reita: So what’s your favourite Haagen Dazs flavour?

Aoi: I like…I always get green tea – you know what I’m talking about!

Reita: Yeah, that’s the best one! 

Aoi: Even when I go to eat yakiniku…

Reita: Yep.

Aoi: And it’s vanilla or green tea,

Reita: Green tea.

Aoi: Green tea. 

Reita: Green tea. 

Aoi: I know.

Reita: It has to be green tea. 

Aoi: Yeah – wait, why?

Reita: Huh?

Aoi: Is it cause it just seems like a waste to get vanilla? 

Reita: What do you mean?

Aoi: Like, you’re really gonna go [out to eat] and get vanilla?

Reita: Oh, cause you can eat it all the time? Or like it’s too plain?

Aoi: Yeah, it’s too popular…and it’s cheap, you know? Like, the ingredients.

Reita: Ahh, maybe. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Aoi: Yeah, like why would u spend ur time and money on that.

Reita: (laughs) Okay, what about soft serve? Vanilla, 

Aoi: Ye

Reita: Chocolate,

Aoi: Ye

Reita: Or the one that’s vanilla and chocolate mixed?

Aoi: YEAH YEAH YEAH. Mix.

(both laugh but especially Aoi)

Reita: I wonder why…..I don’t trust people who get only chocolate or only vanilla.

Aoi: Ahh but…sometimes I do just get chocolate.

Reita: Really!? I have never gotten that.

Aoi: Sometimes I just wanna be my luxurious self.

Reita: U jus wanna be urself

(Aoi laughs very high pitched)

Reita: Okay, so what ice cream do you like other than Haagen Dazs? 

Aoi: Hmmm….yeah, mostly chocolate stuff.

Reita: Like what?

Aoi: Ahh what’s it called…Pa…

Reita: Parm!

Aoi: Yeah Parm! I love that stuff.

Reita: Yeah it’s good. I like the white chocolate one. 

Aoi: Oh they have that?

Reita: Yeah, it’s all white.

Aoi: I think they probably make different flavours depending on the [time/season].

Reita: Oh really?

Aoi: Yeah

Reita: Do you know that – uh, I think it’s called Vienetta? It’s like, in a cup, and it’s kinda like a parfait, it’s kinda crunchy…

Aoi: I don’t know.

Reita: Omg it’s so good

Aoi: Oh, kinda like mille feuille?

Reita: Yeah!

Aoi: Oh! Ahhh…

Reita: It’s so good, I bought a box of them. But like, the second you buy a whole box of something you don’t eat it, you know? It’s good when you have just one…like, it’s good because you only have a little. But when you get the whole box…idk I end up not eating them.

Aoi: Oh really?

Reita: Yeah.

Aoi: Okay I’m coming over. (laughs)

Reita: I don’t have them anymore (laughs) this was a long time ago…but yeah, there’s a lot of good ice cream–

Aoi: Sorry can I drag this out a bit more?

Reita: Oh sure.

Aoi: I don’t like ice.

Reita: What, like shaved ice? 

Aoi: Yeah.

Reita: So you can’t eat Garigarikun?

Aoi: Nope…

(*it looks like a normal popsicle but the texture is more like shaved ice and it’s so fucken annoying to eat bc the second u put it in ur mouth it gets all slushy and falls apart smh)

Reita: You don’t like shaved ice? 

Aoi: I do not.

Reita: Why not?

Aoi: No, why…why does everyone flock towards shaved ice?

Reita: Bunch of idiots eh 

(both laugh)

Reita: Actually, I ate some a while ago, and it was literally just ice with syrup on it.

Aoi: And it all tastes the same!

Reita: All the different colours of syrup? Yeah, I think so…we’ve been lied to

(both laugh)

Reita: But idk I feel like people don’t eat shaved ice for the taste…I think like, your body wants it (laughs) (*I guess cause it’s hot..??)

Aoi: Ah, I see…weird…

Reita: So what about Shirokuma?

Aoi: Shirokuma….no, I don’t really eat popsicles.

Reita: But it’s condensed milk it’s so good???

Aoi: Ah I guess.

Reita: What about Azuki (red bean) bar?

(Aoi starts laughing)

Reita: I know, they say it’s so hard u could kill someone with it…

Aoi: Yeah that thing could break your teeth.

Reita: And it makes you really thirsty.

Aoi: Hmm..

Reita: Hmm..

Aoi: Yeah ok let’s go to the next one

Reita: Ok

Catch You Later (Jeremy Heere X Reader)

WC: 2233

Warnings: There might be swearing idk, Mell!Reader, like one dick joke

Summary: Y/N Mell runs into Jeremy Heere, and find some that there may be some new feelings emerging.

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton

A/N: For the anon who requested Jeremy x Mell!Reader

“Come on, come on!” I muttered, staring at my watch intently as I hurried to the bus stop. I had slept in, and Michael had unfortunately left for school without me.

This left me only one option. The bus. I made it to the bus stop with just under a minute until the bus arrived.

I doubled over, trying to catch my breath. “Are, uh, are you ok?” I heard a voice asked and I straightened up, looking at the person who spoke to me.

“I’m dandy.” I breathed out, noticing that the bus had just pulled up. The boy looked at me strangely, and quickly boarded the bus.

I trudged on, and noticed that the bus was crowded. I cursed internally and noticed that the only spare seat was the next to the boy who got on before me.

“You don’t mind if I sit next to you?” I asked and he whipped his head up, staring at me with wide eyes. He moved his backpack quickly and I smiled at him, sitting down.

“Hey, I didn’t, uh, catch your name.” The boy said, his blue eyes bright in contrast to his pale skin.

“It’s Y/N.” I said, stretching my hand out to him. He shook it tentatively, his palms slightly clammy.

“I’m Jeremy.” He said and my eyes widened slightly. Suddenly I understood why he seemed familiar.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Jeremy Heere, would you?” I said, and his cheeks darkened in colour as he nodded.

“That, uh, that’s me.” Jeremy said, his voice slightly higher this time. I chuckled and dropped his hand, noticing his face fall a little.

“You’re my brother’s friend. I’m Michael’s sister.” I said, and Jeremy’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly.

“Oh my god. You, uh, you look… different.” Jeremy said, waving his hands about as he talked. I chuckled, shuffling closer to him.

“So do you! I guess I’ve kinda just blocked you from my vision at home because you’re always there. No offence.” I said, noticing the slightly hurt look on Jeremy’s face.

“None taken. I’m kinda used to being ignored.” Jeremy said, glancing out the window of the bus.

“So, how are things? Don’t give me that look, I’m terrible with small talk.” I said, a slight smirk settling on Jeremy’s face.

“Things are good. Rich still thinks your brother and I are dating, which we aren’t, by the way.” Jeremy said, his cheeks turning a pinky colour.

I chuckled, relaxing back into my seat. “Quick question. What kind of music do you listen to?” I asked, and Jeremy paused briefly.

“Um, I normally only listen to music when I’m with Michael. So, probably Bob Marley, and whatever else Michael’s got on his playlist.” Jeremy said and I snorted, fiddling with the headphones that hung around my neck.

“I listen to pretty much everything. Except dubstep. I personally feel like dubstep is a crime against music, but that’s just me.” I said and Jeremy let out a loud laugh, running a hand through his hair.

Suddenly the bus jolted to a stop, and I saw the school out the window. “Well, here we are.” I said, grabbing my backpack and standing up.

Jeremy did the same thing, and we walked off the bus together. “I should probably go, but I’ll see you at lunch? That is, if you want to. If you don’t I totally get it, but.” I stammered and Jeremy chuckled, his blush darkening slightly.

“I’d definitely like to.” Jeremy said and I smiled brightly at him, waving animatedly at him as I walked away.


“Dude, she’s amazing!” I began walking up to the table where Michael and Jeremy were sitting, but I stopped when I heard Jeremy say that.

“Yeah, I know that, but it’s still kinda weird, Jeremy.” Michael said, and I frowned slightly, wondering who they were talking about.

“I’ve never met a girl like her. Well, I mean, I’ve met her before, but something felt different this time.” Jeremy said, and I noticed how flushed his cheeks were.

“Could you please stop talking about her like that? It’s making me kinda uncomfortable.” Michael said, stabbing at his food aimlessly with a fork.

“I’m sorry, Michael, but it’s kinda hard.” Jeremy said and Michael chuckled, smirking at Jeremy.

“I bet you’re kinda hard.” Michael muttered, but it was audible enough for Jeremy to start sputtering and blushing profusely.

“Michael! She’s…” Jeremy whined, and Michael snickered, taking a swig of his drink.

“Hey you guys!” I said, and their heads whipped towards me at breakneck speed, Jeremy immediately ending his previous sentence.

“Oh, uh, hi!” Jeremy squeaked out, his cheeks still bright red. Michael rolled his eyes and gestured for me to sit down.

“How have you guys been?” I asked, taking a sip of my iced tea. Michael and Jeremy exchanged a wide-eyed glance before turning back to me.

“I’ve, uh, been good. How about you?” Jeremy said, his voice an octave or so higher than usual. I gave him a quizzical look before speaking.

“I’m alright. My teachers this year seem pretty cool, but to be fair, I haven’t had all of them yet.” I said, taking a bite of my pizza.

“Cool, cool.” Jeremy muttered, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. I raised my eyebrows at Michael, who simply chuckled.

“How about you, nerd?” I said to Michael, who gave me a look of mock hurt.

“That really hurt, Y/N.” Michael muttered, and I rolled my eyes at him. Jeremy suddenly coughed loudly, and I turned my head to face him.

“I, uh, have to go to the, uh, bathroom.” Jeremy said, standing up and bolting from the table.

I furrowed my eyebrows, watching him curiously as he sprinted away. “What’s his deal?” I said, looking towards my twin brother for help.

Michael sighed and shook his head slightly, turning his line of vision away from from Jeremy. “There’s this girl.” Michael said and I felt my heart sink a little.

“Oh. That makes sense.” I murmured, praying Michael didn’t notice the shift in my demeanour.

“Yeah. He was ranting to me about her, but he refused to tell me who she was. Can’t blame him.” Michael said, and I felt my heart practically drop into my stomach.

“Cool, cool. I, uh, should probably get going, but tell Jeremy I left. If he gets back, that is.” I said, standing up from the table.

Michael nodded, but he looked like he was deep in thought. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot this afternoon, ok?” Michael called and I nodded, walking away from him.

I let out a sigh and kept walking to class, wondering who Jeremy’s mystery girl was, and why he wouldn’t tell Michael.


“Um, hey Y/N.” Jeremy said, his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. I chuckled a little and smiled at him, trying to push down the sick feeling in my stomach.

“Hey Jeremy. How are you?” I asked, trying to be polite and desperately hoping my cheeks weren’t bright red.

“I’m good, I’m good.” Jeremy said, rocking back and forth on his heels. I let out a shaky breath, the air around me thick with awkwardness.

“So, uh, is there any particular reason you’re here now?” I asked, cringing when I realised how harsh I sounded.

“I, uh, well, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to, uh, grab some dinner with me tomorrow, maybe?” Jeremy rushed out, his words barely understandable.

“I didn’t quite get that.” I said, chuckling slightly as Jeremy took in a deep breath.

“Do you maybe want to get dinner with me? Tomorrow?” Jeremy said, slower this time. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped low.

“I, uh, wow, yes.” I breathed out, still in shock at Jeremy’s question. Jeremy’s eyes lit up, and a wide smile crossed his face.

“Really? Cause I wasn’t quite sure if you’d say yes because I thought you kinda hated me.” Jeremy said and I looked at him strangely.

“Why would I have hated you? I mean sure, I thought you were into some other girl, but other than that.” I said and Jeremy’s eyes widened.

“Oh. Right.” Jeremy said, stepping closer to me. I took in a shaky breath, and smiled at Jeremy.

“So, uh, you were talking to Michael about me?” I said and Jeremy’s cheeks went a bright pink.

“You, uh, you heard that?” Jeremy murmured, running a hand through his hair. I bit my lip and nodded, as Jeremy muttered a curse under his breath.

“I mean, I didn’t realise you were talking about me at the time, but now it’s kinda cute.” I said, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

Jeremy looked at me shyly, his cheeks pink and his smile bright. “I, uh, you’re welcome?” He said, and I laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I have to go, Michael’s picking me up, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, and I pressed a kiss to Jeremy’s cheek.

My lips lingered a little longer than considered ‘normal’, and when I pulled away I noticed that he looked quite shocked.

Jeremy’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to find words, but couldn’t. “I’ll text you tonight. I’ll get your number off Michael, it’ll be fine.” I said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

Jeremy nodded, his cheeks bright red now. “Does 7 work for you?” He blurted out as I went to walk away.

I chuckled and nodded, watching Jeremy’s smile grow. “7 sounds perfect.”


The door bell rang loudly, and I sat up excitedly. “Jeremy’s here!” I shouted, and I heard a chuckle from Michael.

“Someone’s excited.” Michael said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I shoved his arm off gently, but smiled brightly at him.

“Go. Have fun!” Michael said as I approached the door. I smoothed down my navy dress, opening the door.

Jeremy stood there in a white button up and a pair of jeans, and he was clutching a bouquet of flowers.

“Y/N. Hi.” Jeremy breathed out, looking me up and down. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and I smiled shyly at him.

“Hey Jeremy.” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. We stood there for a second, looking at each other, before Jeremy suddenly stretched out the flowers.

“These are for you.” He said, passing me the bouquet. I took them and looked at them, feeling my smile widen.

“Thanks. They’re beautiful.” I said and Jeremy chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Come in. I’m just gonna find a vase for these.” I said, gesturing for Jeremy to walk inside. He followed me, fiddling slightly with his shirt.

“Hey Michael.” Jeremy said, waving at my brother. Michael smiled at Jeremy, and I was surprised at how chill he was with his best friend going on a date with his sister.

I put the flowers in a vase full of water, and turned around to face Jeremy. “Perfect. Now we can go.” I said, and Jeremy nodded, walking out of the house with me.

We got into his car (after he opened the door for me) and we drove along to a restaurant he had picked out.

“This looks really nice.” I said when we arrived, looking at the Chinese restaurant in front of me.

“It’s nothing too big.” Jeremy muttered, looping his arm through mine. I smiled brightly at him, and he returned the smile as we entered the building.

“Table for Heere.” Jeremy said to the maitre’d, and she smiled at us.

“Right this way, Mr and Mrs Heere.” She said and I looked over at Jeremy, whose eyes were wide. He went to argue, but we got to our table before eh could say anything.

We sat down and ordered, relaxing slightly once the waiter had left. “I was gonna tell her we weren’t married, I swear.” Jeremy said and I chuckled, placing one of my hands on top of his.

“It’s fine, Jer. Really.” I said, and Jeremy nodded, his eyes trained on our intertwined hands.

The night passed in a blur, full of laughter and very good food. When we pulled up in my driveway I took in a deep breath, not wanting the night to be over.

“I had a wonderful time tonight.” I said, walking out of the car and looping my arm with Jeremy’s.

“So did I.” Jeremy responded, looking at me with a half-smile. I took in his appearance, his blue eyes shining and his dark hair styled perfectly.

I took in a deep breath and surged forward, pressing my lips to his. Jeremy’s eyes widened, but he quickly closed them, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged gently, revelling in the feeling of his body pressed against mine.

Jeremy pulled away gently, his cheeks and lips pink. “Woah.” He muttered, touching his lips briefly. I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his skin burning under my lips.

“Ditto. I, uh, I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll catch you later.” I said, my mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Yeah I’ll, uh, catch you later.” Jeremy said, waving at me as I walked inside. I closed the door behind me and let out a sigh of disbelief.

“Jesus Christ.”

Hand Me Down

Description: teen!Dean x reader. Fluff! 
Words: 1,498
Warnings: Dean’s daddy issues…
Author’s Note: Combined 2 requests so this went differently to how I first expected, slightly off of the request but I pulled more off the lyrics in the end. Hoping to be back to normal soon - plus side, nearly finished sorting out uni - WOO! Anyway, hope this is okay.

Listen to ‘hand me down’ here.

Request(s): 1) Hey love ur writing! Can u do a Dean x reader based off of the song ‘Hand me Down’ by Matchbox Twenty. I imagined it as them dancing to the song, and maybe add in some jealous!Dean. Whatever u wanna do! Thanks(:
2) Can you make a teen reader? Idk sorry if you don’t want to. but maybe just take one of your requests and make the reader like 15


You aimlessly watched as a feather slowly drifted to the ground from a nearby tree. The sun glistened off of the colours in it as it neared the ground, but a car whizzed past and swooped it back up into the air before it touched the tarmac. It settled down again after a few seconds and you lost sight of it as a group of tourists walked by the window of the diner you were sat in, chatting about something you didn’t understand.

“Did you hear a single word of what I just said?”

Dean’s voice snapped you out of your rêverie and you turned back to face him.

“We’ll tell your Dad it was a shifter, old house, late at night and we definitely don’t tell my Dad. That was about it, right?” You sighed, hastily bringing your eyes back to meet Dean’s.

“Uh huh, execpt the shifter you’re talking about is a ghost, but yeah, you obviously got it,” he replied sarcastically.

“Right, I knew that,” you grimaced.

“We’ve got to get the facts right or Dad’ll be pissed… but you know, if I’m that boring, you can just say.”

He gave you a wink but before you could defend yourself he turned to catch the eye of the waitress for the bill.

You knew he didn’t hold it against you, you had a tendency of zoning out, but you usually did pick up the most important parts… usually. Your family had a habit of getting frustrated when you didn’t listen to every word of every sentence but you got the job done and at the end of the day, that was the point. They were hunters too and although they thought Dean was, and you quote, “a pain in the ass”, they didn’t mind you hanging around with him.
So long as you didn’t hunt.

Which was well and good, but John definitely wouldn’t let Dean off that easy so you worked on the basis of what they didn’t know didn’t hurt. Half the time they were too wrapped up in their own problems to worry about what you were up to anyway. It wasn’t that your parents didn’t care, just they rarely noticed and surprisingly, that “pain in the ass” they so easily dismissed seemed to be there for you whenever they weren’t… and vice versa, you supposed.

“$4 for the drinks and $6 for the pancakes, sweetie,” a burly waitress smiled looking to Dean who hastily passed over a handful of small change.

“Thanks, Jany,” Dean said, reading off the lady’s name tag, “beautiful name sweetheart.”

“God, you’ll be a charmer when you’re older,” she laughed. She shook her head as she walked away and left the pair of you alone again.

Dean smirked at her comment and looked back to you.

“What?” He said when he saw your bemused face.

“Oh, nothing, just thinking your dad’s going to need a bigger car if your head gets any bigger,” you said with mock innocence.

“Well the lady wasn’t wrong,” he replied, trying to suppress a smirk.

“Alright bobble-head, let’s go,” you laughed as you stood up and got out of the booth.

You could practically feel the glare he gave you but you laughed it off and led the way out of the crowded diner. It was a running joke you had going with him, he could be such an arrogant sod but he never really minded you knocking him down a peg or two. Besides, he gave as good as he got. He caught up with you within a few strides and gave you a nudge, he was a good 6 inches taller than you now but you were convinced you still had a little growing to do.
Dean looked as if he was about to make a snarky comment when a voice interrupted.

“Hey, kids!” The waitress shouted after the pair of you, sticking her head out of the door to the diner. Dean visibly grimaced at being referred to as a child but he bit his tongue and turned around.

“You forgot this,” she smiled, holding out a small brown paper bag.

You checked your pockets but couldn’t find anything missing, you didn’t have time to comment before Dean was already jogging back to pick up whatever it was. You heard them mutter a few hushed words but he said a quick thank you before catching back up to you tucking the bag, which you definitely didn’t recognise, into his jacket.

“What’s that?” You said, raising an eyebrow at the pocket of his jacket.

“No clue,” he shrugged, “it’s just cookies or something, think it was my winning smile?”

You laughed and carried on, you never understood how Dean could pass things like that off so easily, you had grown up in the hunting life but apart from in dire hunt circumstances, you didn’t take anything. It was probably a factor in why your parents weren’t the eldest Winchester’s biggest fan - but you sure as hell were not going to bring it up with them.

“Ever considered maybe you shouldn’t take it?”

“What are you, my dad?” he grimaced, before he smiled and gave you a quick wink, “Nah, it’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes and the pair of you kept walking. It was one of those days that neither of you really knew where you were heading, you were simply killing time until John came to pick you up. You lived for days like this, away from the stresses and bustle of the hunter life, there was no family drama, it was killing time together rather than, well, killing 'things’ together. It might be a stretch, but you may even call it that one word that always evaded you - normal.

After around a half hour of chatting and wandering aimlessly, you’d found a park and had been lounged out chatting when your phone began to buzz. You fumbled around in your backpack, which was probably about as old as you were, and grabbed it out. The caller ID of the text matched John’s number, you had to say, the man had impeccable timing, always when you’d finally got Dean to relax that he called. You raised an eyebrow at Dean, who started to push himself up into a sitting position, and you pressed open.

[Saskia, tell Dean: 13:00, New Reno Motel.]

You closed it up and let out a huff.

“Who was it?” Dean said, shielding his eyes against the sun as he looked to you.

“Who do you think?” You scoffed.

“Your Dad is about as talkative as ever. Looks like we’ve only got about an hour until he’ll be here,” you added, offering a half-hearted smile.

He gave you a tight lipped smile in return and a curt nod. It was strange, you could relay a message like that and watch it wash over Dean in a wave. He went from being the down to earth and chatty friend that you knew and loved to a snappy, blunt imitation of himself. It was hard to describe, but even the air felt like it changed as he steeled himself.

“Great.”

That was it. That was his full, eloquent response.

“Dean, you alright?”

“Yeah, course I’m fine.”

You opened your mouth to say something sarcastic but thought better of it. Staying quiet for a moment, you rolled some different ideas around in your mind before deciding on a more positive tact.

“We could go straight off on another hunt, my parents don’t need to know and your dad would practically encourage it?” You offered.

“I can’t leave Sammy alone with Dad much longer, we’ve been gone, what? One, nearly two weeks now? No, it’s back to the real world.”

He stood up quickly and dusted his jeans off before offering a hand to help you up. You regarded his outstretched hand carefully for a second or two before taking it and letting him pull you up with a sigh.

“Dean…” you trailed off as he turned to look at you, his face blank. “You know, no matter how hard on you and Sam your Dad is, you can always just take a week out and relax, find an easy hunt if you want to and invite me along?”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered, pulling his jacket tighter around him as you began to walk slowly towards the park exit.

“Yeah, it is. You don’t see how you change when you’re around them,” you saw him clench his jaw and you quickly changed your wording, “I’m just saying you put on an image, a good one, but you can talk to me whenever, alright?”

Dean swallowed hard and made an effort to not look at you, but after a few seconds he nodded and carried on. He didn’t talk back, he didn’t need to.

“You can’t keep it bottled in forever and I know you want to protect Sam, so lay all your troubles down on me.”

Cameron Dallas imagine for gilinskysbitch

Imagine #11

Request: Hi, can I pretty please have a Cameron imagine where we first meet and instantly fall in love or something? Idk something cute haha, thanks if you’ll do it :) btw my name is Gina

**cam’s not famous in this, (his pov)**

I board what seems to be my hundredth plane this month. I’m on my gap year, and I’m flying all over the world. Discovering new places and possibilities. It’s interesting to see what other people are like and what different lifestyles they lead.

I’m just boarding a plane that will take me to Amsterdam. I’ve just been in Rome for the past two days and I decided I wanted to go to Amsterdam so, to Amsterdam I will go.

I shove my bag in the overhead compartment and look down at the small seat below me, it’s only a small plane so there’s two seats, an isle and then another two seats. I shrug and slide in, taking my place next to the window. I decide to plug my headphones in, since I boarded early, and take a nap. I’ll wake up soon so I just rest my head against the window and let the consciousness drain away.

I’m sharply awoken by a soft prod in my upper arm. I stir and pull my headphones out, realising that there was no music playing. I look at my phone and realise the time, take off time. I look beside me to the person who prodded me, a girl has taken the space that filled the empty chair beside me. A very pretty girl as well, I smile at her and she blushes. She simply points her finger up to the flight attendant who is stood over us both. “Sir, I’m going to need you to turn off your device as we take off. You’ll be fine to turn it back on about twenty minutes into the flight.” She smiles at me and I nod.

“Sure, sorry.” I fiddle with my phone until it’s turned off and then shove it in my pocket, make sure that my seatbelt is fastened then lean back into my seat. I watch out the window as the plane starts to make its way to the runway. I turn to the girl who’s name I do not know yet, when I turn to her she’s already looking at me. She smiles at me so I smile back. “Amsterdam, huh?” That’s all I say. Out of all the things I could have possibly said I say that.

She just laughs, tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and says, “Yup. Been wanting to go ever since I was a little girl but I never got the chance.” She fiddles with her seatbelt as the sudden acceleration sends a wave of shock over her. She just shuts her eyes for a second or two whilst the plane speeds up.

I cock one of my eyebrows as the thought occurs to me, “Have you never been on a plane before?”

She opens one eye to look at me, “yeah, when I was like five.” A little gasp escapes her lips as the plane tilts upwards. Another thought occurs to me, “are you by yourself?”

She nods, “Yeah.” She stays quiet whilst the plane takes off, the unusual experience settling in with her. I don’t bother asking her why she’s by herself, none of my business really. She softly opens her eyes and lets her eyes wander the plane before they land on mine. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name?” She asks me. Smiling slightly, the plane levels out so now she’s able to concentrate on something else.

“Cameron.” I clear my throat, “yourself?”

“Gina.” She speaks.

For a few minutes we kind of just stay silent, it’s not an awkward silence, it’s actually quite comfortable. A sudden shake to the plane makes Gina worry, she grabs onto my hand for a second before she realises what she’s done. “It’s okay,  just turbulence.” I whisper to her softly, making her tense muscles relax. She pulls her hand away from mine and her cheeks quickly grow a dark crimson colour. “I am so, so sorry.” She rushes; realising that her worried gesture might of meant something else to me. I just laugh and shrug it off, “no worries.”

The plane quickly flies into the sunset and I hear a gasp of admiration come from beside me. “Wow.” She breathes. I turn and look back out of the little window; the flight was at teatime so we will probably land when it’s just getting dark. The best time to fly if you ask me. Gina leans over a little bit, our arms resting on one another. I look down at her hand, inches away from mine, then back out of the window. The plane wing extends out towards the gleaming sun and the clouds scatter themselves below us. The sky above us is a dark purple but as it stretches off into the horizon it softens out to a warm orange. Hints of blue appear here and there and it is simply breathtaking. I move my head away from the window and look at Gina who’s still studying the view before us. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” I murmur. Glancing up at her concentrating eyes then back to her facial features. “I know. It’s beautiful.” She says back, not realising that I wasn’t talking about the view out the window. It’s so cheesy, but very true. It dawns on her that I actually meant her, she swallows back a lump in her throat and smiles at me, moving away from the window but linking her hand in mine. “I meant that.” I say to her. Giving her hand a little squeeze.

She smiles to me, her eyes locking with mine, “thank you.” She says.

I take the time of the rest of the flight to find out about where she’s from. She lives on the other side of the country to where I do. She’s only a few months younger than me and we both agreed to go around Amsterdam together. Normally, I wouldn’t do this to someone who I met an hour and a half ago but, something just feels okay about it. It feels right.

a/n: I kinda like this one… if only this would happen in real life, paha. Picture isn’t mine:) That’s where I got the inspiration for this imagine. Thanks for reading!:D requests are open as per :)

anonymous asked:

omg um can you do a 4/4 where you're a huge fan of 5sos and you were talking about how you liked them in an interview and then when 5sos were giving an interview, you were brought up and one of the guys admitted you were their celebrity crush or something idk man

I switched it up a little so they’re not all the same welp this is so bad omg but enjoooy, bebz! xxx 

You’d be the front woman of the band and the band had just released a new single and so your band was pretty hot right now, like you had quite a fan base and there was interviews coming for all directions and so you’d just happen to be on a radio show with your bassist, Tyler and they’d asked a lot of the usual questions like ‘what’s it like being in a band?’, ‘how do you feel about being the only girl?’, ‘is there any romantic feelings between you and another band member?’, ‘are you single?’ and so on and you answered them the same as you would anytime, truthfully of course and then the host would be finally be like ‘so  y/n, we’ve been told that you’re a fan of 5 seconds of summer’ and you’d just nod and be all shy and stuff because jfc, you really admired how far they’d come from being a garage band to playing at Wembley and wow yeAH, so you’d just be like ‘oops, you caught me-‘ and try to kinda make a lil joke out of it but your jokes were lame and Tyler just snorted at you and then the interviewer would be like ‘so who do you like the most then?’ and you’d force a lil laugh because wow this host was really gonna pry and get it out of you and you’d be rly sheepish and would say ‘uh, Luke Hemmings, actually, he’s got this cool vibe on stage and I like his jokes’ and so after the radio show, you’d go to check twitter as you were walking out and Tyler, being the lil shit he was, kept nudging and teasing you and you’d almost throw your phone when you saw that Luke had tweeted you; ‘@Luke5SOS: I like your jokes too, @y/t/n! :-)’

You’d be an actress in the making and you’d started you career in a show like home & away/neighbours, and you’d be a fan favourite at the moment and yeah, they’d have you and a few of your co-stars in for an interview on a morning show to discuss the new movie you starred in that was gonna released the past week or so and so they’d be buttering you up with compliments while they asked you questions on what it was like to star in a film with all these big name actors and actresses and you’d try to answer the questions to the best of your ability but majority of the time you’d just be like ‘wow it’s such an honour, I just can’t believe I got the chance to do a scene or two with them’ and yeah, they’d ask you a few questions about your personal life and whether you were single or not before asking you those lil fun questions like ‘if you were stuck on the deserted island with 4 people who would you take and why?’ and you’d bluntly answered with ‘5 seconds of summer, because they’re actually so funny and all and I think being on a deserted island with them wouldn’t be all that bad, they’d make it a lot less distressing than it actually is’ and the interviewer would be surprised with your answer and the confidence that you had when you answered it so she’d be like ‘so do you have favourite out of the four?’ and you’d be like ‘um, Calum Hood’s pretty amazing’ and you’d probably just giggle like a school girl after that and then it’d be almost a month later and 5sos would be on the exact same show and the interviewer would’ve remember your little celebrity crush and would mention it to them and they’d all chime in that they heard about that and they’d probably just start having a lil discussion about you and the your movie and Michael would be like ‘yeah, Calum saw y/n’s movie a tonne of times when it came out in cinemas, and he talks about her non-stop’ and Calum would be like ‘She did really well, I’m not gonna deny it’ and then the interviewer would be like ‘is she your celeb crush?’ and Calum would just had this grin and be like ‘definitely’

You’d be a pretty famous YouTuber and your channel was basically an anything and everything channel, like sometimes you’d do a make-up tutorial or you’d talk about things in the media or your new hair colour and how you got it and maybe you’d do a cover of a song if you felt up to it but yeah, people would just love your channel a lot because it was different, the good kind and it was kinda random like the viewers never knew what was gonna come next and so you’d be asked by someone if they could interview you a little on what it like to be a YouTuber and all and how you deal with hate mail, etc along with a few of those fun questions throughout the talk and so you’d be as truthful as possible with it and you’d often use your hands while you were talking to get your point across and so when it came to question where the interviewer wanted to let the fans in on your life a little, he asked something like ‘what artist or band are you really into at the moment, like what’s something you can’t help but wanna listen to when you wake up or are just out and about?’ and you’d be like ‘well I know they’re pretty popular and all and I’m not one to listen to a lot of radio music but I’m really digging 5 seconds of summer, they’re music’s just so different from the normal pop songs you hear on the radio and I know that more than half of my viewers are actually fans of them and their fans are just so lovely’ and he’d hint towards the idea of you having a favourite in the band and you’d be like ‘I really just wanna be friends with Michael Clifford so I can just hug him and we can dye each other’s hair and play video games all day. This is my dream’ and a few days later after the interview was released, there’d be a keek circling around where the four of them are screaming about you liking their music and they’d be yelling that Michael thinks you’re hot and all and then you’d get a mention saying “@Michael5SOS: I wanna eat pizza and play video games with @y/t/n. This is my dream’ and you would probs die bc Michael is so cute bYE

You’d be the guitarist/vocalist in a band and you’d be quite familiar with 5sos like your bands had hung out and jammed before so you’d know them all pretty well and the band have an interview with a teen magazine and they’d ask all the usual band questions as well as ones about fans and what you miss most and all but they’d also have a lil profile page where you had your own lil answers to questions that were more or less fun facts and all – some of them you answered seriously and others you answered with sarcasm – one of the questions was on celebrity crushes and you’d put Ashton Irwin as yours and when the magazine was released that following month, 5sos had a little radio show interview thingy and the topic of your answer to that was brought up because it’d been circling around the internet, mainly twitter and tumblr and the fans had begun to ship you two together because your bands knew each other well after all and so Ashton would eventually say something like ‘y/n and I get along really well, we just click – she’s my crush too’ and he’d be all blushy about it as well and later you’d see something about the whole ordeal trending