shake it shake it like a polaroid picture shake it shake it!

The Intern: Chapter 2

I am so sorry this took me so long. I hope this didn’t disappoint. This is the sequel to So Maybe We Should Start All Over Again. I think I’m gonna turn it into a series if y’all want? Chapter 3 is coming soon, I’m already half done with it. How do we feel about the title The Intern?

Chapter 1

Tag Requests: @locke-writes @mrschiltoncat @jayderamirezrp

You made it back to the apartment and headed towards the box with all of your liquor. This called for the hard stuff. Not only had you embarrassed yourself in front of your new boss but you couldn’t stop staring at him. You rambled like an idiot in front of him and then that last comment. I’ll see you at home? Really? Why not just strip in his office while you’re at it?

You needed a drink. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring yourself a nice glass, you took a swig and let it burn. You turned and headed towards the bathroom to change into comfy clothes and started unpacking boxes. Unpacking the stereo first, because you were old fashioned and still loved listening to CD’s, you plugged in the 10-disc changer and hit play. A routine started to form, unpack a few boxes then pour yourself another glass. It wasn’t long before half the bottle was gone and you were definitely starting to feel the effects.

You decided to take the empty boxes out to the dumpster you had seen. Gathering up as many as possible you not so gracefully made it down the stairs to toss them. As you entered back into your apartment you heard the familiar sound of one of your favorite songs and bolted through the door to begin flailing around the room.

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Don’t Tell Me What To Do (Chloe’s Ipod) Listen Here

“I told you to stop blasting that punk shit”  (AKA, songs Chloe Price probably listens to)


01. Evil operations Classified- The Casual Dots //02.Pretend We’re Dead- L7 // 03. Hurricane- The Coathangers // 04. Rebel Girl- Bikini Kill // 05. Sicker- The Coathangers // 06. Problem- Natalia Kills // 07. Trouble- Neon Jungle // 08. Florescent Adolescent- The Arctic Monkeys // 09. Dig Me Out- Sleater Kinney // 10. Bad Reputation- Joan Jett and the Blackhearts // 11. You Don’t Own Me- Joan Jett and the Blackhearts // 12. (Bonus Track) 

The signs as 1989 lyrics

Aries: now we got problems, and I don’t think we can solve them, you made a really deep cut, and baby now we have bad blood

Taurus: I wish we could go back, and remember what we were fighting for and I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore

Gemini: walking through a crowd, the village is aglow, kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats

Cancer: you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore, hung my head as I lost the war and the sky turned black like a perfect storm

Leo: I got that red lip classic thing that you like, and when we go crashing down we come back every time, ‘cause we never go out of style

Virgo: your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn’t quite forget, when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance, baby like we stood a chance

Libra: tossing. turning. struggled through the night with someone new. lantern. burning. flickered through the night only for you

Scorpio: I said “no one has to know what we do”, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now

Sagittarius: they got the cages. they got the boxes. and guns. they are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run

Capricorn: my ex man brought his new girlfriend, she’s like “oh my God!” but I’m just gonna shake it to the fella over there, with the hella good hair, won’t you come on over baby? we can shake, shake, shake…

Aquarius: I punched a hole in the roof, I let the flood carry away all my pictures of you, the water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

Pisces: we were lying on your couch, I remember, you took a Polaroid of us, then discovered, the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color

Taylor Swift Teen Vogue Interview Q&A

The Movie that Makes you Laugh the Most: Anything with Kevin Hart in It

The Movie that makes you cry the most: Love Actually 

If you could have dinner with anyone in history who would it be?: F Scott Fitzgerald 

Guilty Pleasure TV Show: Married At First Sight

Would You ever do that?: No But I love the show!

If you could raid anyone’s closet who would it be? : Vanessa Hudgens. Do you ever pay attention to what she’s got going on style wise? SHE HAS SO MANY HATS!

Chunky or smooth peanut butter? Hard hitting questions: Both, I like both, I’m sorry, I like both. hahaha. Do you ever go to whole food and make it yourself (does motion of pushing down lever). Oh My God, it’s amazing. It’s amazing. Don’t be scared of everything. 

On a scale of 1-10 how weird are you?: So weird, so weird but not like I have heads in my freezer.

We’re not even going there with that question. Well I didn’t know what your spectrum is. 

This is Teen Vogue weird like I write on my shoes. I took it to serial killer.

Have any of these things ever popped into your head during a performance? Did I remember to turn off the store. Should I order Chinese Food for dinner. That’s what it is. I wonder what Beyonce’s doing? That girl has cute hair. That, That and what am I going to eat after the show.

What’s your favorite thing to shake? Shaking like a polaroid picture? Shake in Bake Chicken? Chocolate Shake? Harlem Shake?: Um, First of all. An important thing you should know about polaroids, is that if you shake them they will run, the ink will run. It’s a very disturbing myth because it actually counteracts what you want to happen. If you shake a polaroid like a polaroid picture, your picture gets ruined most of the time. That’s a dark place, that’s a dark corner of this question. But, I would say Chocolate shake because I want them all the time and I can very rarely have them.

Last question because we didn’t have time for any of these (throws cards on floor). Are we ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever *Taylor Walks Away* ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever getting back together. 

Taylor Swift: One Exception to that Rule.

I’m on Twitter, following one of my fave Taylor twitter accounts, tweeting congratulatory tweets about “Shake It Off” being certified on Vevo. Later that night, a notification tells me that I was followed by Taylor Nation and that they’ve sent me a message. After talking to me and verifying that I am eligible to participate in the event, they give me the information for the event and tell me to arrive between 4:30 and 5pm. 

Saturday arrives and I’m arriving at the meet-up location looking nervously around for other people and I spot a tent behind two small party-type buses. Quickly though I make my way to a tent where I’m checked in and told the do’s and don’t of the event and we get wanded by security. A wristband and stamp later, I’m led to one of the bus waiting for us. As soon as I step on the bus, the other Swifties who were already on board started cheering and asked my name and to name a Taylor song that started with my first initial. Being able to click quickly with other Swifties literally from the moment we met is one of the best feelings ever. As the bus pulled out of the parking lot of the meet-up we start singing some of our fave Taylor songs like Tim McGraw, State of Grace, Our Song, Fearless, Love Story, Shake It Off.

Once we arrived at the location, a security guy tells us that we’re going to get wanded and checked by security once more before entering this person’s home and to treat it the way we would like our home to be treated by guests. We’re led down a path where there’s food and drinks waiting for us. Pizza, sushi, fruits and veggies, cookies, brownies, pies, meat on sticks, sodas, water, some kind of bread that tasted really good! As we all talk and mingle with each other, we all joke around that Taylor’s probably upstairs watching us or somewhere nearby looking down at us. Taylor’s team came around asking us if we were having a good time and what we think was going to happen that day and many of us replied that we thought maybe a music video shoot. They also came around taking pictures and video recording us eating and just having fun with other Swifties. 

We start to look around for clues as to what might be going on when we spot a lamp inside that’s made of wooden shoes. Then outside in front of us, we spot a small box full of smaller boxes of Polaroid film, waiting on the floor.

Suddenly we’re told to get in a line and at this point I start getting more and more excited than I already was because I was beginning to spot more and more things inside. An MTV award and a Grammy inside the house by the television, a bunch of cushions on the floor. We’re told to make ourselves comfortable and without pushing people aside I made my way as close to the front as I possibly could. At this point I was really hoping that Taylor would come out but at the same time I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Then a couple of girls on the other side of the room started shaking their heads and crying.

Taylor was coming around the corner and into the living room where we were waiting. Screams and shouts of happiness and shock and surprise were heard and Taylor’s face just lit up at our reaction. Boxes of tissue paper were passed around to us by Taylor’s team.

At first, I screamed out of excitement, but then I started shaking and crying. Was I really sitting in a living room and Taylor Swift just walked out and was now sitting less than 4 feet from me?? I started crying. I could not stop the tears. Here I was surrounded by other Swifties who were having the same reaction as I was. I felt one girl rubbing my back, another two girls holding my hands. Happiness and disbelief were the only emotions I was registering at that moment. It didn’t matter that we didn’t know each other, we were all there for one another.

Taylor began by thanking us for coming to this event and asked if we were surprised. Then she introduced her parents, Mama and Papa Swift. Taylor also told us that as soon as the event was over, we were allowed to talk about anything that happened during the event except song titles and song lyrics and that there would be an intermission break for snack and restroom breaks. She began talking to us about what the album means to her and where her inspiration for each of the songs came (from movies made in the ’80s to dreams to t.v. shows to all these people in the music industry) and that she would like for us to listen to the full album. She gave us the background story for each song and she sang along to every song, dramatically acting out parts of verses. You guys will LOVE 1989!!!

Taylor announced halfway through the album that it was intermission time and that she’d be right back. She came out with a tray of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies that, according to Mama Swift, Taylor had baked herself. Not wanting to swarm Taylor or be rude to other fans who were talking to her I decided to go talk to Mama Swift. She was talking about how excited Taylor had been planning all of this out and told us that Taylor had been watching us for months now. Then she asked each Swiftie what their name was and gave each person a hug. Then Taylor comes up to us and asks if we want some cookies. They were amazing and still slightly warm! 

Taylor’s team asked if anyone needed the restroom and led us to a line in the hallway. While waiting in line, we could see has so many different pictures on her wall, with her family, with people she admires, during rehearsals. As I’m making way way down the hall, I could see that Taylor had brought Olivia out!!!! As I’m waiting my turn to pet her, I look at a bookcase she has nearby and see that in a small basket there is a pretty scallop shell with the words “Come morning light, You and I’ll be Safe and Sound” written on it. This was one of my more favorite finds in her home because I am such a huge Hunger Games fan. As I’m petting Olivia, who by the way is the cutest, most chill, fluffiest, adorable, ball of white fur EVER!, I see that Taylor is trying and I mean trying, to bring Meredith out. But Mer, was just not having it. She was wriggling and twisting trying to escape Taylor’s grip. “Okay, okay, fine.” Taylor let Meredith go back into hiding. 

As we continue fawning over Olivia, Taylor asks us, “Did you guys see that? Have you guys ever seen a cat that hates its owner that much?” Taylor also tells us that she kind of woke Olivia up to bring her out and that Olivia just like to be held by humans. After one Swiftie asked if she could hold her, Taylor said, “Yeah. Go ahead, she’ll fall asleep in like 5 seconds. 5…4…3…2…1 aaaaaand sleep.” And sure enough, Olivia tucked her furry head back in and closed her adorable little eyes. 

Heading back into the living room, we begin listening to the second half of the album. This time around we were treated to a voice memo of Taylor coming up with the melody of one of the songs. We laugh as she cringes while listening to herself on the recording and says, “That’s not even english what I’m saying there. Those are just weird noises.” Once we hear the last song on the album, she plays “Shake It Off” and we have a dance party in the middle of her living room. It’s such a surreal moment not just for me but for all the Swifties that were there. As the song winds to an end, we all, including Taylor, shout and scream the last few lines of the song. Taylor laughs from gleefully and you can see in her face how much fun and how happy she is to have just done that. Then as the song changes to a Kendrick Lamar song, Taylor begins rapping along to it in her extra small white, crop tee. Girl knows every single word.

We’re told to get in line because we’re taking individual pictures with Taylor. I was expecting a group picture. I started talking to other Swifties as we stood in line about how we still couldn’t believe what was happening and we started singing along to all the Ed Sheeran songs that were playing from Taylor’s playlist as we waited. As we got closer and closer to the front of the line, Mama Swift was hanging out with the fans taking polaroid selfies with us! Mama Swift informed us to not shake the polaroids because they would streak and that they take about 30 minutes for the picture to show.Then Papa Swift came up to us and asked how we were feeling. If we were happy and surprised and enjoying ourselves. He was also curious to find out what we originally thought this was going to be. The majority of us said music video.

Then it was my turn to meet Taylor. I walked up to her and just hugged her. “I’m so happy that you came. Thank you so much for coming.” Why is Taylor thanking us when we should be thanking her? I thanked her for being the constant in for the past 6,7 years of my life, that after being dumped by best friends and having people judge me and leave me, she was always there for me. She hugged me again as kept telling me “I love you, I love you.”  She complimented me on having dimples and told me that she’s always wanted to have dimples. That sometimes she tried doing weird smile faces to try and create dimples. I spoke to her how whenever I go through a rough patch, I’ll sit at home on my bed with a plate of cookies, listening to her music. She taps my shoulder and then pats her heart and whispers, “That’s so me. Me too!” I told her how even my mom knows the story of how when she was about 11 she would go to Nashville and dropping off demo cd’s at record labels and saying she wanted a record deal. And how Scott signed her to his label when she was 14 even though he didn’t actually have a recording studio. That I watch all the video and interviews she does on the Ellen show and at this point she covers her face laughing, looking slightly embarrassed. She thanked me for being such a great fan of hers and I told her that if she looks at pictures of her and Cher Lloyd and of her and Sara Bareilles she could spot me in the corner of the pit cheering along. She hugged me again and then she asked me what “toys” I wanted to use for our picture (like her Grammy!)  We decided on taking a tea party picture. She hugged me and told me “I love you” a few more times before letting me go. Taylor also told me that the picture on the Polaroid would take about 20 minutes to show up that sometimes some people think the pictures faulty or broken (Taylor’s own words) and they end up throwing away the picture. So not to worry if they picture doesn’t show up super fast, it’ll get there.

I had tea with the Queen!!

As we’re led outside, one of Taylor’s team stops and tells me that as a “Thank you” we were being given goodie bags and that inside was a keychain that Taylor wanted us to have to remember all the fun we had that night at the secret session. Security and the team members were all waiting outside in different spots to make sure we made our way back to the bus site safely. They even talked to us as well for a few minutes, asking if we had fun and enjoyed ourselves, if we expected any of this.

The bus ride back down to the meeting spot was just all of us being shock and wondering if this had really happened to us. Then one of the Taylor Nation staff asked us if we loved the event and told us the hashtag that Taylor wanted us to use when posting on social media about the event, but that in all the excitement, Taylor forgot to tell us. The Taylor Nation staff member on board with us was talking to us about Nashville and how they weren’t able to go sightseeing and that everyone should go to Nashville once in their lives, especially if they’re country music fans. Then we said we should all go to CMAfest together! 

Apart from getting to meet Taylor Swift, the best part of the night was being able to be in a room with 30 other Swifties who love Taylor as much as I do and wouldn’t look at me weird because I start crying cause Taylor’s there because they’re crying too. I’ve gone to Taylor’s concerts and have had other fans look at me like something’s wrong with me because I start crying because Taylor’s there. I felt completely comfortable to be my Swiftie self, to not be afraid to cry and be judged by others there. Even though for the most part we were all complete strangers, we automatically felt like friends. It wasn’t like a fan event where you know that there are other fans there as well but you’re afraid to talk to them. You could walk up to any Swiftie at the event and join their conversation without fear of being judged or left out. Even as I’m writing this, tears make their way into my eyes as I remember the night’s events. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life.

Thank you taylorswift and Taylor Nation for giving me such an amazing experience and for the chance to meet my idol and thank her for all that she’s done. I will never forget last night’s events. Thank you for making my dream come true, these memories will last me a lifetime. Thank you Taylor for opening your home to us, which smells like pumpkin, spice and Michaels, for allowing us to play and cuddle your adorable little ball of white fluffiness that is Olivia, for baking us cookies and dancing along with us. Thank you for being such an amazing woman and an even better role model for us and for the younger generations. Thank you for being as kind and as generous are you are towards your fans. I am so glad that now anytime someone tries to tell me that you’re fake or just acting nice for the cameras, I can proudly say (as I always have) that they couldn’t be anymore wrong and far off from the truth. I don’t think I or any other Swifties who were part of last night could ever find the words to express our gratitude and love for you.

They say you should never meet your heroes or idols, because usually you’re are guaranteed disappointment. But I am proud to say that taylorswift is one exception to that rule.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you.

Request: Do Some Good

Request: Oh wow onyx was really really good! Great job dear, it does beg the question what she would do after getting that short explanation and demon dean kiss. Go after him maybe? Try and learn more about the supernatural? Great regardless of a sequel ^~^

Word Count: 1,227

Thank you so much! I kind of have an idea for a short third part, so if you think it would by worth it, send me a message! Anyhow, I hope you like it!


The mug hits the bar with a dull kind of thud, the steam rising in excitable swirls. Dean nods his thanks to the bartender, tapping the mug with his fingertips.

It’s not very often that he orders a coffee in a bar.

Smiling, despite himself, he toys with the zip on his jacket. He sits in silence for a moment, before taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. He can’t bring himself to care.

The bartender looks over at him, vaguely sympathetic. The man takes a few steps over, before leaning on the bar before Dean.

“Bad day?”

“Something of the sort.” He chuckles.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No. Well…” He pauses, looking up at the other man, “I’m looking for a girl.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“No. Not like this. See…” He shakes his head, “There’s this girl, and I hadn’t seen her in forever. I saw her a few weeks back, though, but I wasn’t myself. Now she’s gone and… I think she might have put herself in danger.”


Vampires. Demons. What does it all mean?

The idea has been whirling around your head all night – that, and the searing poison of Dean’s kiss. That wasn’t normal. You know that. But… demons? Really?

Now that dawn is quickly approaching – and with it, a new day – you start coming up with a plan. The library – old records. The internet. You just have to do your research.

You phone in sick from work as soon as the office is open, saying it’s a ‘girl thing’. Then, you get googling.

Pages upon pages of lore is before you – some of it seems more like questionable Twilight fanfiction, but other things…

A page about demons – devil’s traps, salt, holy water, and eyes.

Vampires – dead man’s blood, beheading.

Everything under the sun is given a name – things you’ve heard of – ghosts, ghouls, werewolves – and others you’re not so familiar with – shtrigas, wendigos, rugarus. Everything that goes bump in the night. Then, looking at the records of the missing people, found with no blood and torn out throats.

You’re beyond terrified, but you have to do something.


It was one of the first things he thought of when he was cured. Your face; your shock. Why did he have to go after you? And now…

If there is one thing Dean knows for sure, it’s that you won’t just leave it or not. The only thing that he isn’t sure of – what leaves the possibility of your safety hanging in the balance – is if you’ll believe it or not.

“Danger? What kind of danger?” The guy asks, obviously interested. Too interested, Dean thinks.

“Just… danger. You know. The usual.” He chuckles, brushing the man off, “Look, if you see her,” Dean downs the rest of the coffee, deciding to make a quick escape. Before he does, though, he shows the guy a picture. It’s of you – you’d come across an old polaroid in some thrift store once, and you couldn’t resist making him snap a picture. He’d snagged it before he left. You’re smiling, the over-excitable air-con whipping your hair over your face, “Tell her Dean wants to see her, okay?”

“Sure thing.” The guy smiles slightly, “But you might want to tell her yourself?”


“She just left this place maybe an hour ago. I think she’s at a motel in town.”

“Oh my god. Thanks, man.” Dean pockets the picture, hastily standing up and dropping some notes onto the bar. He hurries out of the building, heading straight for his car.


You stare at the scene before you. The warmth of the flickering fire seems to do nothing to soothe your chilled bones – not just because of the wintery night around you. The fact that you’re stood here burning a body has quite a bit to do with it. You stare at the flames, watching as they die down – and you get a text from the woman in the hotel, almost as soon as the embers snuff out.

It’s over. Thank you.

You’re somewhere between whooping for joy and crying – but first, you clear up your mess, replacing the grave as it was three hours ago. The car seems oddly homey now – it’s almost all you have left from your old life. You shudder, looking at yourself in the mirror and remembering the words written on that site.

If you’re going to hunt, beware. It changes you.

Are you changed? Or are you the same girl you were three weeks ago, when you got that visit from Dean?


After knocking on the door three times and there being no answer, nor movement from inside, he presses down on the handle. It’s only mid-afternoon and your car is outside – he can’t believe he didn’t notice it sooner.

The door swings open, and the room is revealed. There are notes scattered over the single bed and there’s a bag on the floor. Dean cautiously steps inside – as soon as he’s far enough in, the door slams shut and suddenly, there’s a knife at his throat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hiss, venom snipping at each word. Dean’s eyes widen and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Y/N, wait-”

“I asked you a damn question!” You insist. Dean sighs.

“I thought you might be in danger. Apparently I was right.”


“Listen, Y/N. Put the knife down.”

“Yeah, like hell.” You laugh humourlessly, shaking your head, “Talk. Now.”

“I’m human again, Y/N. I am. Test me.” He insists, and you grab a small container of hold water from a tabletop. After flicking it at him, and it having no effect, you relax a little, lowering the knife but keeping it in your hand, held tight.

“Fine. But that doesn’t explain why you followed me.” You say softly. He shakes his head.

“Y/N, that night… it was so wrong of me.” It’s nearly six months ago now, but you both remember it clear as day, “I’m so sorry. I am. This isn’t you.”

“It wasn’t you.”

“I know. And I’ve put you in danger. Y/N, you need to stop.” He whispers, “Don’t end up like me. You don’t deserve that.”

“Neither did you.” You shake your head, “Dean, I’m not stopping now.”

“It’s not too late. You can leave! Have a life; be happy. Be normal.” He insists, “It’s not over for you.”

“So what?” You demand, “You have to know what it’s like. You… I know what’s happening out there, Dean. You think I can just stand by and watch it happen?”

“No, but-”

“No, Dean. Thank you.” You offer a smile, “I can finally do something good.”


“I can help people. Save people.” You smile softly, “It feels good.”

“Are you hunting alone?”


“Oh, no. You can’t. It’s so… dangerous. Come with me.” He insists, grabbing your arm, “Come with me and Sam.”

“Dean, I don’t-”

“I don’t care. You’re coming. If you’re going to hunt, I’ll be damned if you’ll do it alone.”

Shake it!

Original Request

Hiya, how are you on this magnificent day/night? I have no idea if youhave done an imagine similar to this and if you have I am sorry for wasting your time. Can you do one where the reader likes to dance wildly and draw monsters around the bunker when the boys are not home to keep it hidden. Then Sam/Dean/Cas, you decide, show up and they all try to figure out how to deal with the reader’s hobbies because one or more have a crush on the reader. Thank you so much, I love your work!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 922

Summary: Sam and Dean leave you to your own in the bunker to relax. The brothers and Cas return catching you dancing wildly alone. Dean x Reader.

Note: Okay, so the song I chose was Outkast – Hey ya! Because that is my jam when I’m home alone, and if you don’t shake it like a Polaroid picture then there’s something wrong with you aha.


It was one of those rare days. A look around the bunker didn’t show a group of guys frantically researching, fighting off enemies, or nursing wounds; instead, it was completely quiet. The last case had been hard for you; not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Innocent lives were lost, and you were torn up about it, feeling like it was your own fault. So Sam and Dean decided a little relaxation for you was in order. They took off for another case leaving you behind to do your own thing.

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