she smiled for my camera :)

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Lana Del Rey
Gothenburg, Sweden – August 12, 2017

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inspiration

Christen Press thinks she's funny.

At the Sky Blue game last night, my friends and I were on the field near the stands trying to talk to the players and getting pictures with them. We were excitedly awaiting Christen Press, my sister’s favorite, who decided she would sit on the field and stretch and meditate or whatever she likes to do for forever. Most of the other players were already done signing and in the locker room when she finally starts signing for people at the stands. She seemed like she was in a good mood despite not getting the three points they were so close to winning. She gave her cleats and shin guards away and was being nice to everybody, so of course we went over to talk to her! She said the fans here at Sky Blue are the best because we all have her jerseys. That’s the greatest compliment I’ve ever heard. Christen Press thinks ~we’re~ the best fans! Put that on my tombstone! My sister said, “I have your jersey too!” So she signed her jersey and her World Cup Sports Illustrated. Then we asked for a picture, to which Press vaguely acknowledged but continued signing for everybody. Expert at politely ignoring us! Then she made her way to the locker room, still signing for fans along the way. But no way are we leaving without getting a picture with her…We had to try! She’s the best! We jokingly beg the security people to stop her so she can take a picture with us when they walk her out.

The Sky Blue guy who was about to escort her out laughed, said NEVER, and told us to go home. But I guess he had a change of heart, that kind kind man, and miraculously agreed! He said we could try taking a picture with her while she’s walking because she had to leave. Deal! We are on it!! He went to pick Press up from the locker room and walk her out and we saw them discussing something. Could this be for us?? Spoiler alert.. it was!! They walk onto the field and he says “Take your picture while she’s walking! She has to leave!” We all run over and are attempting to take a selfie with her, but we are a mess and can’t get organized around her while she’s walking. She was on the move! We basically looked like this:

We are all trying to keep up with her and pose for our selfie, when suddenly she stops short with no warning. I almost trampled her! It was almost like this:

But thank goodness for our quick cat-like reflexes that we were all able to stop before knocking her over, otherwise all of Tumblr would have our heads!! She stops and smiles for the camera but my friend keeps moving because he’s slightly in front of her trying to take the selfie and doesn’t notice she stopped. We yelled “Get back here. SHE STOPPED!” He comes running back, we all get lined up, and he’s just about to take the picture, when suddenly Christen laughs and starts moving again a split second before he takes it. We literally just lined ourselves up perfectly, which she can see in the camera, and then took off right before he could press the button!! Rude!! Exhibit A:

We yelled NOOO KEEP MOVING! SHES ON THE MOVE!! She is actually laughing to herself. Girl knows exactly what she did; she’s just messing with us! We continue to walk with her and managed to get a beautiful but blurry picture. Exhibit B:

Clearly Charitable Queen Press was concerned that we would be outshone by her beauty so she left at the last second to spare us the embarrassment. Thanks girl!

tl;dr Comedian Christen Press intentionally messed with us during our picture and laughed to herself as she walked away. I think she liked us!

I Don’t Even Know Your Name: Part One

Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses???? 

A/N: At first this was meant to be just one imagine, but the plot that I came up with in my head is actually more lengthy than I planned. So I decided to make this into a series! 

Part Two 


Shawn watched the clock as he held his phone in his hands, bouncing his knee up and down. Time was ticking slower the more he could feel his anticipation grow. He’s been waiting for this the whole day. The possibility of miscalculating time zones constantly ran through his mind, but he made sure his math wasn’t even off by a minute. Her tweet did, in fact, say seven that night sharp and he was only five hours behind.

His phone suddenly interrupted the silence with a loud buzz, followed by a ding. Quickly clicking on the notification, he felt an immense amount of relief to see her face taking up the whole phone screen. She was obviously dressed for comfort with an oversized hoodie and her hair out of the way. A guitar rested on her lap, her body leaning over it as she scrolled through the comments.

“Good afternoon, well night,” she laughed. He watched as she gestured towards to what looked like her bedroom window. It was pitch black outside already. “Or morning. Depends where you are.”

Afternoon, Shawn thought to himself.

If only the whole world knew how much he was infatuated with her. At first, she was just one of those small singers that he would see when he scrolled through Instagram, but there was something about her that had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way she put her own twist on everything she did or the cute little wrinkle she would get whenever she scrunched up her face while singing a certain part. There were a million things.

“Good news, I’ve actually been writing a whole lot. I just have to start recording. It’s gonna take forever, but you guys are gonna like it.” She turned the camera towards a little corner in her room. “The next few weeks are gonna be spent right over there.” A microphone along with a whole set up consisting of a laptop and other equipment sat on a desk. “It’s my little makeshift recording studio.”

Shawn couldn’t imagine trying to record a song all by himself. There were so many technical things that went into it, but she did it all on her own. No record labels, no assistance, no nothing. It was just her, which was another thing he found captivating.

Her fingers gently strummed the strings, playing a soft chord. Shawn tried to figure out what tune she was humming, but he had no luck.

“I’ve been listening to The Neighborhood so much lately, so here’s a little taste of their song called The Beach,” she said repositioning herself.

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you

All the stress that he carried on his shoulders melted away as soon as she started singing. There had always been something different about her voice that hit him like no other. Maybe it was how smooth it was, or the little rasp that would come out every once in awhile. He had never heard a voice quite like hers.

Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you friend, I might need to give it up

I’m sick and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you
If I do, I do

Her strumming had gotten louder, and so did her voice. Her eyes were closed with her eyebrows drawn close together, showing that little wrinkle he oh so loved. He could tell the chorus meant a lot to her and it worried him because there had to be a reason why. Judging by the lyrics, it couldn’t be a good one.

If I meet you in the middle maybe we could agree
You make me feel little how you’re looking at me
And you can throw me shade, all it does is just cool me off
First it just threw me off, now I’m just moving on

She couldn’t hide the smile that had etched onto her face as she sang the second verse, which told him that whatever caused the pain in the chorus was definitely gone now. Shawn started to feel himself smile along with her.

She finished the song with a small hum and opened her eyes again. Typically, her live streams started with a song that she picked out and one more that the viewers would request. Some days it would just be her messing around while answering questions. Today just happened to be the lucky day that she did both.

“What did I have for breakfast? Very strange question, but I had a parfait. I’m sorry if you were expecting pancakes or something,” she giggled.

“What’s my opinion on brown eyes? One hundred percent the most underrated eye color in the world. All the time I see brown-eyed people try to cover it up, and become really self-conscious along the way. It isn’t really such a big issue now, but I remember seeing it all the time back then and I was absolutely baffled by it. Sure, brown is the most common, but they’re definitely the most diverse in my opinion. There are so many shades!”

Shawn could feel his cheeks flush at the mention of even the tiniest relation to him. He never really thought about his own eye color until then. It was only a little part of him, but somehow she had put so much more meaning into it. It was a gift of hers, finding the simplest of things and making it sound like so much more, that is. It was one of the things that made her such a great songwriter.

“What do you think of Shawn Mendes?”

The mention of his name, more like the sound of her voice saying it, snapped him out of his thoughts, immediately putting him on edge. It felt like everything stopped and the only things that were moving were his heartbeat, that alarmingly pumped faster, and his leg that wouldn’t stop shaking. It was pathetic how much of an effect she had on him. An effect that she had even though she had never spoken to him.

“Where do I even begin?” she beamed, putting her hands up to her cheeks. A lame attempt to try and hide her heated face. “I’m not really one to listen to pop music that often, but his music is so good. I don’t know how he does it, a genius right there. Go listen to his new album if you haven’t already.”

Now he was the one who was blushing mad. Shawn was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe or how to do anything in fact. She listened to his music, gushed about it in fact. And there she sat, oblivious to the fact that the very person who she was talking about was watching her.

The connection lagged a little as she continued on, “Looks like you guys want me to cover him, which I’m totally down with.” Shawn couldn’t even think at this point. Now she was going to sing his song. The lyrics that he wrote. The chords that he recorded.

“Here’s I Don’t Even Know Your Name because it’s one of my favorites,” she smiled at the camera, which totally brought him back down to Earth. His heart fluttered when she started to sing again.

He remembered writing Handwritten, more specifically that song. When he finally came up with lyrics to the melody that he had been working on for so long, he was so proud of something that had turned out to be so good.

But it sounded even better when she sang it. She added something to the song that he couldn’t describe. He was able to pick out the way she added a soft high note in one line of the chorus and changed the order of some notes. Shawn didn’t know how she did it all so easily, but it was brilliant.

Even long after the live stream ended, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. One of her fans had recorded it and posted it on the internet so he could rewatch it anytime he wanted. And boy he did. He listened to it in the shower, the car, everywhere really.

Even backstage.

The show wasn’t supposed to start until five hours later and he didn’t have anything else to do. Soundcheck was already done and the Q&A wasn’t for a long time, so here he was. Listening to her again.

“Dude, I’m seriously starting to think you’re in love with her,” Geoff joked from the couch opposite of him. Shawn was laying down on the couch, balancing his laptop on his chest while he binge watched more of her covers.

Matt let out a laugh from behind him, “He probably is.” Rolling his eyes, he sat up and looked at the both of them.

“You don’t understand. She’s absolutely am—”

“Amazing, we know,” the two boys finished for him.

“And that she deserves more recognition and that she’s an amazing writer and….” he took a deep breath, “she’s really cute.” Shawn watched him with his eyebrows raised as he ticked off every statement with a finger on his hand.

“And don’t forget that she listens to your music!” Matt jumped in, ruffling his already messed up hair. “You know, you should give her a little shout out or something on Twitter. It’s pretty obvious how good she is, and I don’t think you’ll stop rambling about her until you do.”

Shawn chuckled at the last bit, flicking the back of Matt’s snap back off his head as he stood up and stretched. Needing a change of scenery, well walls, he shuffled towards the bathroom and leaned his hands on the counter. Matt’s words were still ringing in his ears, and Shawn had no idea how the idea didn’t come to him in the first place. It would definitely help her out, and that’s all it took for him to whip out his phone.

He quickly opened Twitter and as he hovered his thumb over the keyboard, he froze. What was he supposed to say? There were so many things about her. One hundred forty characters weren’t enough.

The next five minutes were spent typing a sentence or two out, but reading it over and erasing it. He didn’t want to say a simple “check this girl out, she’s really good” kind of thing. She was more than good. But he didn’t want to write too much. Everyone would probably think he was desperate, or something else the media can come up with.

It completely confused him why he was having such a hard time. He always knew what to say. Words easily rolled off his tongue.

Stop overthinking it, he thought to himself as he ran a hand through his hair. It shouldn’t be this hard. A minute passed when he felt his thumbs move on their own. He read the sentences over and over. Doubt started to cloud his thinking again. “You know what? Fuck it,” Shawn seethed and he pushed the submit button.

There was no going back now. Millions of people were reading it now, and he hoped she was too.

3

a lock yourself out drabble inspired by these tfln

“Baaaabyyyyy,” Harry whined.

“One second!” Paulie called out to her very impatient boyfriend.

“What’s taking you so long?” he whined again.

“I wanna make sure everything’s in place. Now shush.”

The other day, Harry had ordered three sets of lingerie for Paulie and as soon as the package had arrived he knew he had to see her wearing them sooner rather than later.

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Imagine announcing your engagement.

A/N: Hellooooo, I’m back with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off (I really need to find a title for it 😂) Chapter 3 is called ‘She Said Yes’ and this is Part 1. Oh my Lord, so much fluff. ❤️ Prepare your hearts. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and 'Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist.)

It was needless to say that after getting engaged to Chris at 4:54AM, sleep was not had. You 'celebrated’ passionately and tenderly, waiting for the sun to rise and for the clock to tick to a more reasonable time so you could call your friends and family to announce the engagement they were all waiting for. 6:39AM was a reasonable time, right? You thought so, making the decision to call your best friend first as you knew she must have been worried about you and the state of your relationship. Chris had told you about his stop at your apartment first, and you suffered so much guilt you wanted to call her as soon as you’d heard. But Chris stopped and assured you Ava was much more relaxed when he left, telling him to get some sleep and she was going to do the same. Which brought his next rational point forward-

“I really don’t think you should call her, Y/N. She was up till two, the poor girl’s probably still asleep.” Chris took his eye off the bacon cooking on the stove to glance back at you, turning and wincing when the oil spit on his hand. “Why don’t we call those in Boston first,” he suggested. “They’re ahead so they’re definitely awake at this ungodly hour.”

“But it’s ringing already.” You told him with a cute pout and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “It’s fine, she’ll only be mad for a little while. Once she sees this,” you held up your left hand and waited for Chris to glance back at you to wiggle your occupied ring finger; he smiled. “She’ll be so happy for me that she won’t even care about her sleep deprivation.”

“I think she’d also appreciate being the first to know out of everyone,” he nodded in agreement. “But don’t blame me if she yells at you,” he pointed the spatula at you and you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “Oh God,” he chuckled, trying not to smile. “I’m engaged to a kid.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You laughed and tossed a dishcloth at him, which he swiftly caught and draped over his shoulder while bellowing with laughter. “If anyone’s the kid here, it’s-” Ava picked up your FaceTime call before you could finish your sentence. “Ava!” You gasped excitedly when you saw her face pop up on your screen; you hid your left hand under the counter. “I’m so sorry I woke you up, but I have-”

“Shut up,” she cut you off. You pressed your lips together and tried not to throw something else at Chris, who was quietly laughing behind the iPad. “I don’t care about sleep, I care about you. Are you okay?” She asked and you nodded, smiling. “Did Chris find you?” Chris smiled at the thoughtfulness of your best friend and pulled the pan off the stove so he could join the conversation. “He’s here in Los Angeles, like- he came back for you, risked his job and- Chris!” She gasped when she saw him hug you from behind. “Oh, thank God.” She let out a sigh of relief. “You guys are okay then?”

“We’re better than okay,” you nodded, absentmindedly placing your left hand on his cheek as you leaned back into him. “We’re perfect.” You’d completely forgotten about your ring, until Ava jumped out of bed screaming. You and Chris both flinched, narrowing your eyes at her excitement until your left hand reached to pick Chris’ iPad out of the stand and you remembered your ring.

“You’re engaged!” Ava screamed, causing you and Chris to both wince then laugh. “Oh my God,” she pressed her face so closely to the camera, one would think she was trying to squeeze through to your side. “That is-” she let out a breathless chuckle. “I am so happy for the both of you. This is fucking amazing! Am I the first one? Does Tina know yet? Does Lisa- Oh my God, you are going to make the most beautiful bride and I am going to be the best maid of honor in the whole-” She cut herself off when she saw yours and Chris’ expressions; you were both trying to suppress laughter. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?” You both nodded. “Gahhh! I’m just so excited!”

“Clearly,” you teased, “you just assigned yourself the role of 'Maid of Honor’.” You both chuckled as her eyes widened in utter horror. “Relax, babe.” You laughed. “Of course you’re going to be my maid of honor, there is no one else I’d rather have by my side.” She smiled, blowing you a quick kiss through the camera. “But the wedding’s not going to be for a while, we agreed to have a bit of a long engagement. We’re both-” you glanced at Chris, giving him a curious smile when you saw that he was smiling at you; you didn’t realize he was smiling because you had transformed from an 'I’ to a 'We’. “We’re both busy and we think it’s best if we wait a while.”

“That is very sensible,” Ava nodded. “I just hope it’s not too long, 'cause I’d love to see the both of you get married and have adorable babies. Oh my God, Y/N. Your story is coming to life. Jack and Lola are going to come to life!” She squealed again, making you and Chris laugh. But it was exciting and you were both incredibly excited; to get married, to have kids, to live out the life you wrote, and he read about, together. “I can’t breathe right now, you know that right?”

“We can tell,” you chuckled. “Okay, I’m going to hang up now.” Chris gave Ava a quick wave over your shoulder as he pulled away from you to return to making breakfast. “I’ll be home after I drop Chris off at the airport,” you told her and she nodded with a smirk. “What’s that smirk for?” You asked, but you already knew which was why you were laughing. “Get your head out of the gutter,” you bit playfully, which earned you an even more mischievous smirk. “Goodbye, Ava,” you laughed and ended the call.

“She’s not wrong,” Chris commented, smirking at you when you looked up at him; you chuckled with a shake of your head. “I’m not going to see you for a while, might as well make full use of the time I have with you now. Plus it’s my birthday on Tuesday, and we’re not going to be together for my birthday 'cause you don’t want to miss school.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me?” You scoffed with a smile and Chris bit back his. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m planning to surprise you two weeks after. You’ll have me for the weekend and we’ll do whatever you want 'cause my visit will be your belated birthday celebration with me.” You reminded him, bringing him back to the conversation you had about how you had the money to get that last minute ticket to Atlanta. He was going to replace the ticket for you, which you had no problem with now that you’d decided to depend on him a little more- per his request as your fiancé.

“But birthday sex is different from 'I’m-leaving-on-a-plane’ sex,” he began suggestively and you laughed. “I suggest we fuel up,” he said as he plated breakfast for the both of you; bacon, eggs, and pancakes. He walked around to you, pulling out the bar stool next to you. “'Cause we’re definitely going to need the energy.” He winked, placing your plate down in front of you.

“I think you’re talking about yourself, old man,” you teased him and he laughed. “'Cause this kid,” you picked a slice of bacon off your plate. “She can do this all day,” you winked as you took a bite.

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Part 2

Don’t care what they say.

barryallen-thefastestmanalive asked:

Could you do a dodie imagine with dodie and the reader dating??

So this takes place when dodie was nominated for the shorty awards just a little while ago, but i made dodie younger than she is now. Think 18, 19 ish. Also i know the shorty awards are for youtubers and the like, but lets pretend it’s more for up and coming people. Also you know me had to include J2 somehow sooooo…

When you turned thirteen you had your first boyfriend. Your Dad almost had a heart attack, but the relationship lasted a week so he didn’t need to worry for long. When you were fifteen you started to date another boy, your Dad cried watching you go on your first official date. That relationship lasted four months, when he broke up with you, you weren’t that heart broken. 

By the time you had graduated highschool, and had gone off to college you had experienced your share of boyfriends. No matter how many dates you went on, or how many boys you kissed, you never really felt anything for any of them. 

While at college you knew you would have to get a job, so you looked around for months before finding one as a character on supernatural for an episode. That one episode turned into two, and then eleven, you soon became a re-occurring character. After two years on the show you had grown a small fan base, that fan base was dedicated enough to get you nominated for a shorty award. 

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Comic Con | Teen Wolf

Pairing: Teen Wolf Cast x Ackles!Reader (Platonic), w/ SPN Cast, Raven(OC-Manager)
Warning: Fluff, 
Clothing Link (aka what the reader is wearing in this)

A/N: The reader in this is 16, ight? Ight


Originally posted by pollocklima

Originally posted by counter-fobia

{Reader’s POV:}

“So (Y/n), this is your first comic con, right?” The interviewer asked me. “Yes it is my first comic but before joining the Teen Wolf cast, I was always with-” I was then cut off by Posey, “One word, Supernatural.” He laughed as the crowd cheered. 

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Beautiful girls

credits to gif owner :)

 @noodles-send-n00ds was in the mood for some Zach fluff and so was I!

Summary: This is based off of Zach’s snapchat story. It had me fifty shades of fucked up

Warnings: Flufffff

Words: 543

You came along with Zach to visit his family for the week and it was absolutely perfect. You met them all briefly once before, but that was before it was serious. So they wanted to get to know you better and invited you to come along. His family and everybody in between were so sweet and so supportive of yours and Zach’s relationship. But now the week was over and you and Zach needed to go back to LA. He had work and so did you. Your vacation was unfortunately coming to an end.

You sighed as you tried to style your hair as much as you could, trying to make it look somewhat decent for your flight. You gave up once you realized it wasn’t going to be cooperative. You walked over to your bed and started to fold your clothes to fit inside your large suitcase. You didn’t exactly want to leave just yet. You were having such a good time getting to know his mom and dad. They made you feel at home even if you were so far from it. And his little siblings were absolutely adorable. You started to get lost in your thoughts as you continued packing, that you didn’t even hear Zach open your door slowly, and silently creep in.

He was on snapchat recording and suddenly music boomed from his phone and he broke out into a dance. You let out a shriek and held your chest, the air leaving your lungs. “Zach! What the hell?” You threw a shirt at him, but he dodged it easily and continued to dance. He turned around and started singing to the camera with you in the background. “You’re way too beautiful girl, that’s why it’ll never work. You’ll have me suicidal, suicidal.” He sang along loudly and pointed in your direction. You hid your face in a shirt you were previously folding and laughed shyly.

Zach jumped on the bed, making it creak and removed the shirt from your hands. “Awe, there she is. My girl’s way too beautiful.” He smiled cheesily to the camera and stopped recording. He looked up at you from where you were sitting and puckered his lips, asking for a kiss. You hit his chest softly and smiled. “Heyyy.” He whined and pouted. “I just wanna show my beautiful girl off. That’s all. And I want a kiss.” He told you and puckered his lips once again. No matter what, you could never stay mad at him. You cupped his jaw and leaned down to give him a long, slow kiss. He brought his hand up to your head and brought you down closer to deepen it. You lifted your head and broke the kiss. You looked down at him and smiled.

You pressed your lips against his forehead and lightly pushed him away from you. “Go finish packing. We’re gonna be late for our flight.” He smiled and pressed one more longing kiss to your lips before sprinting to the bathroom and closing the door. You thought he was getting his stuff ready, but when you heard the the music and him jumping around you knew better. You just rolled your eyes fondly at your immature boyfriend. God, you love him.

Wherever You Take Me

Reposting because college AUs seem to be the go at the moment and sometimes being in the future means missing out on the peaks. Sorry if you’ve read this already.

This was written as a 60 minute word vomit over the weekend inspired by a chat over on @lepus-arcticus blog about what music Mulder and Scully might have listened to when they were younger. It’s set in Glastonbury in 1984. It’s total AU fluff. But it took me back to my youth and to my country of birth. 


She sunk down behind the tee-pee and scraped the crust off the bottom of her sandals. Joan Baez was singing Diamonds and Rust and she knew Missy would be swaying along.

             “I don’t know about you, but I’m waiting for Billy Bragg.”

             She turned towards him. “I saw two shooting stars last night, I wished on them but they were only satellites.”

             He sat in front of her, long feet sticking out from under his ripped denim hems. He chewed on a blade of grass. “I don’t want to change the world, I’m not looking for a new England.”

             The first drops of rain fell from the brooding sky. “What are you looking for?” She felt the breath hitch in her chest, a symptom of her startling boldness. Missy would be grinning so hard if she could see her little sister exchanging song lyrics and bad pick-up lines with a dark and moody fellow American.

             “Someone to wash the mud out of my clothes and work out what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to come to a field in the middle of Somerset to camp and eat out of cans. They don’t even do S’mores. It’s practically prehistoric here.”

             “I’ve got Graham crackers in my tent and there’s plenty of chocolate,” she said. “If you can find some marshmallows, perhaps we can have a real American campfire.”

             “Don’t you have plans…I don’t know your name.”

             She lifted her arm towards the stage behind her. “My sister’s fallen in love for the third time in two days. She won’t remember that she promised to cook dinner tonight. I’m Dana.”

              He took her hand in his and squeezed it. “Mulder.” Energy fizzed through her veins. His smile was a memory-maker. His fringe flopped into his eyes and dark stubble defined his strong jaw. Those lips, the unreadable eyes, she felt herself blushing as he held her gaze. “My on-again, off-again girlfriend is off-again, on-again with her other boyfriend. So, I would be honoured to share my tin of Heinz baked beans with you. I even have cheese – real West Country cheddar to melt on the top. If you like that kind of thing.”

             She thought she might.

“Do you like the Smiths, Dana?”

“I don’t think I’ve heard anything they’ve sung.”

“If you want something to do after baked beans, they’re on. We can go wherever we please and everything depends on how near you stand to me.” His voice was golden-gravel.

“Sorry?” she whispered.

And if the people stare, then the people stare, Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care. Lyrics from hand in glove. Johnny Marr and Morrissey are poets. Their words really resonate with me, you know?” He bumped his fist against his heart and looked away to the rolling clouds. “England is a paradox, isn’t it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Polite and clever, proud but humble, clever but contained, pretty in a way like no other, she’s the ideal woman; but she’s surrounded by a bitter sea and constantly battling the demons of tradition. She is both a queen and a princess. She’s history and charm and hope and hell.”

“Are you talking about your girlfriend or this country?”

He twisted the blade of grass in his fingers and laughed. “Sometimes, I’m not sure but I am certain that you’ll love the Smiths so I’d be honoured if you’d join me. Your sister might fall out of love and be in need of some poetic metaphor to mourn to tonight.”

She put her sandals back on and stood up, feeling small in his presence. “My sister won’t spend too much time mourning. She bounces back pretty quickly.”

“Resilience is a great quality.” He put a hand on the small of her back. “What do you do, Dana?”

“I’m at medical school, what about you?”

“I’m at Oxford, psychology.”

“And yet you don’t know why you’re here?”

His face softened. “I think I’m escaping.”

A couple wandered past, entwined and giggling. They stumbled into a tent a few spots down. The canvas shuddered. Then they scrambled out, laughing even louder. “I think that’s what most people here are doing. The aroma is always…somewhat…escapist.”

He laughed again. “I think there is a natural tendency for dreaming and fantasising about a way of life that is totally different to our own, don’t you think? I mean, when I look at the stars I wonder what’s out there. Who’s out there.”

“I think about energy requirements and asteroids and black holes.”

His mouth curved. “You don’t believe?”

“In what?”

“Life outside of earth?”

She shook her head. “Life on this planet is hard enough to cope with, don’t you think?”

Turning, he crawled into his tent and from the darkened inside, beckoned to her. “I’d like to show you something.”

Missy would have cackled at that one, but his face seemed so genuine, his eyes held such intelligence, that she got up and walked after him. He was rifling through a bag and she looked around the tent, luggage spilling out clothes, books piled high. He turned around and showed her a photo. In it, a boy and girl were smiling to the camera.

“Me and my sister. She was taken, when she was eight and I was twelve.”

“Taken?” Her heart pounded and she ran a finger over the image. A grainy shot of a girl who was no longer in his life. A child, disappeared. But here, in this photo, always smiling. Always reminding him of her existence. Kept in perfect innocence by a chain-reaction of chemicals on paper.

“You asked me earlier why I was here, why I’m escaping? She’s why.”

He offered her a beer and she took it. They listened to the muffled music as he cooked her beans with West Country cheddar. He chatted about his sister, the fateful night, the emotional fall-out, his parents’ relationship. She talked about her sister and brothers, wanting to make her father proud, her hopes and dreams.

The beer was warm but making her ears tingle and her skin buzz. He lit up a joint and they shared it. “Marriage and babies and a white picket fences? That surprises me, Dana.”

“Why?”

“You seem cut out of a different cloth. I don’t know,” he rubbed his face and inhaled. “This is going to sound all wrong, but I think you are here to do something extraordinary in the world.”

She let out a surprised giggle. “Like what?”

He leant in and she could smell his cologne, the weed, his maleness. Turning, their lips caught and he tasted the same, of musk and possibilities. When he pulled back he had a strange smile on his face. “Like you’re going to mean something to someone, like you’re going to be the one soul that will help this person to truly live, like you’re going to be powerful in an unexpected way.”

Their lips joined again and he pulled her hard towards him. The music was lifting outside and voices rumbled by, singing, laughing, shouting. He pulled her to the sleeping mat, covered in a blue sleeping bag.

She bit her lip. “What about your girlfriend?”

“Who?”

“What about the Smiths?”

“I predict that 1984 is just the start of their journey. We’ll see more of them.”

His hands were already tugging at her top and she sighed out, giving in to the pure joy of her heightened state.

“Where are you going, Mulder? On your journey?”

His hands grazed her nipples and his teeth brushed her neck. She didn’t really want to hear his answer. She wanted to experience it. After a while, he pulled back and grinned.

“Wherever you take me, Dana.”

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Summary: The early days told in a series of photos. Jack Lowden/Reader 
Warnings: None 

She smiled and even closer to take another photo of the strangely curious squirrel. Straightening, she checked the screen on her camera and chuckled. 

“My, you are cute!” 

She took another picture as the creature leaned into the the lens, little hands grabbing at the camera. 

“Squirrels, Y/N? Really, hen?” 

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LOFT 89 STORY

So, I got to the stadium at about 3:45, found my Queensland Swiftie squad and got all our cute photos. Waited for gates to open at 5 and made our way to the Taylor Nation booth. I was there with my gals just helping out like we did in Sydney until after Vance finished. Ali was an absolute babe as usual and so ridiculously sweet. I decided to head down to my seat a little bit before Tay came on so I could go find my girls Dani @theaustralianswiftie and Meagan @innocehnt AFTER THEY MET TAY (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I also went and found Jess and a few other chickas!

CONCERT TIME. I knew when she was coming on how many songs I had etc. etc. lost my mind at Feel So Close… my cousin was SO concerned. Now here’s the catch, I had told myself I would not touch my phone at ALL this concert. I was going to put it away and not touch it until the end. So I put my phone away and it wasn’t until around I Know Places where I had this weird feeling like I needed to check my phone. So I grabbed it out quickly and checked Twitter, Ali had messaged me on Twitter from the TN Twitter (HEART ATTACK I TELL YA), but she was just asking if any of us had left a merch bag at the TN booth. So I responded and said I would ask the girls. A song or two later I checked my Twitter again during a little pause and saw she had messaged me AGAIN, this time she had asked where I was sitting. THIS IS WHEN I STARTED FREAKING. I didn’t want to think anything of it, but I had no idea why she would be asking, maybe she just want to come dance with me? NO IDEA, but I was getting jittery! I responded straight away with where I was sitting and just kept going on with enjoying the concert and dancing my little butt off.

So then Taylor started singing Love Story. I love the new version so I was very much enjoying myself, and then Steph came up to me. She asked me if I was Lauren and suddenly I felt like my legs were about to give in. She asked me who I was with and I said I was there with my cousin and then Mik @redlipclassicstyles and Monique who were sitting right behind us. She paused and then looked at me and goes “Taylor wants to meet you after the show” COMMENCE THE HOLY FUCKING SHIT MOMENT. I honestly couldn’t believe that I heard those words, I never imagined I would be randomly picked for Loft, let alone have Taylor specifically request to meet me herself. Steph gave me the wrist band and the Loft pass, but only gave them to me. She told me where to meet at the end of the show and then left, which is when I BROKE THE FUCK DOWN. I started crying and shaking. I essentially fell to the floor. I was meeting Taylor. Taylor wanted to meet me. This one thing I had wanted for 7 years was actually happening. I text Hope, Lou and Darby, as well as my Santa and Squash Squads, but HECK NO WERE THEY TELLING ANYONE I was going to keep completely quiet about it publicly. Then basically everything was a blur and all I remember is dancing my little heart out as well as just randomly falling to the floor every now and then. So then a little later, Steph came back. She was asking me about Laura @taylorsno1fan and where she was so we looked on my phone at her tumblr to try and figure it out, and once we got a better idea of where she was she looks at me and says that my cousin Chelsea, Mikaela and Monique were going to come to Loft as well. I don’t think my heart has ever felt so happy. Seeing Mik and Monique get Loft made me SO FLIPPING DANG HAPPY I CANNOT EXPLAIN IT. The fact that they could come with me makes me want to cry right now, that’s all that I can say. I know how much it means to them, and I’m so glad they got to come.

So then it got to Wildest Dreams/Enchanted and I decided I really needed to pee because I really didn’t want to be worrying about peeing when I met Taylor Alison Swift. I ran to the bathroom and on my way found Meagan, showed her the pass and hugged and freaked out. Touched myself up a lil bit in the bathroom, found Hope @hopeyswift and the three littles, ran back down when Shake It Off started and found Dani. Hugged and freaked out, you know, the normal. So I got back to my seat and I wasn’t really sure if I was still alive but apparently I was. When she finished lets just say while we were making our way to the section I had approximately 5000 panic attacks. Lou @tinylou-13, the angel, gave me some paper, a sharpie and her camera. We sat down in the section with the other Loft people and it was so good to see Yasmina @yassyy from the Queensland Swifties there too!!!! THREE OF US GOT IN, WHAT!? So we waited there and then eventually Steph lead us backstage to Loft.

It wasn’t what I expected and I unfortunately couldn’t eat anything because #vegan but I appreciated the white brick wall backdrops (A+ Tay). We chilled for a little bit and then Erica came out and told everyone to line up. I decided to go separately from my cousin so we could get individual photos, so I grabbed the camera and my paper and sharpie and got third in line. The first few went through and then it was me. I could see Mik and Monique talking to her and say goodbye through the sheet and holy shit she looked so good. Then it was my turn.

So Erica opened the sheet and I walked in and went straight into a beautiful Swift hug. As I walked in she very enthusiastically yelled HEEEEEYYYYY at me, we hugged and then she goes “EVERYONE LOOK AT THESE PANTS” and then made everyone in the little room look at my butt. She said she saw them on tumblr, that it made her laugh, she loved them and needed to find me. We talked about how I did it because we low key ran out of tassel, but she said she just thought it was a “creative decision” so I was like, “well I mean, I can just say it was”. We kept talking about the costumes and I talked about how I came with Hope and the three girls dressed in the same outfit as me, and that she met Hope in Nashville on Red tour and she was sorry she couldn’t eat her cookie. I then thanked her for using my video in pre-show on tour and she goes “OH MY GOODDD YES” and I was all, yeah the Wonderland dance one, and she goes “YES oh my god it’s been playing all over, did you see it today?!” I told her I didn’t see it there but saw it in Sydney. She goes “oh well as long as you saw it!!” and I said thank you again and that it meant a lot to me. She then noticed the paper and sharpie in my hand and was all “I see this, what’s going on here?” and I asked her if she could possibly write out two lyrics for me, one from Wonderland and one from Our Song, any lyric that you want. She grabbed the sharpie and opened the paper, turned to the side a little and started going through the lyrics of Wonderland and Our Song. She took her time and kept saying that it was difficult and that there were so many good lyrics (like, duh Taylor, YOU WROTE THEM). She wrote down my Wonderland one and then wrote down the Our Song one for Hope. Then she goes, “okay let’s get two photos because I need to get one with these pants and a nice one too. Okay, a nice hugging one first?” so I hugged her and she put her cheek on my head and I died. Then she goes, “now one with the pants okay, like a sassy one.” So I turned around and we did the pose and I was so happy in that dang moment. They got the photo and afterwards she giggled a little and goes “this is great”. I said thank you so much again and hugged her again, she pulled me in and said “love you buddy” really softly to me (I felt like I was hit by a fucking truck I couldn’t even respond with I love you too I was in shock like the way she said it holy shit nope I CANNOT). So then I quickly mention how the music that was playing was great and that I was jamming to Fifth Harmony and then as I was walking out I looked back and was all I LOVE YOUUU with my arm out and she smiled really big and I almost forgot my camera, but bless the guy for tapping me while I was in my shocked state and handing it to me. I went back in to grab my stuff and waited for my cousin Chelsea.

I realised as soon as I left that I forgot to ask her the one thing I have wanted to know for approximately 5 years, WHAT IS HER FAVOURITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL MOVIE?!? I cannot believe I flippin FORGOT, but that’s okay, I will find out one day. ONE DAY TAYLOR, ONE DAY I WILL KNOW YOUR FAVOURITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL MOVIE. So basically after that we left and I found my gals and sat down and had some water and showed them the photos and died inside. All in all, I still cannot physically believe I actually met Taylor. I cannot believe SHE WANTED TO MEET ME. I find it utterly HILARIOUS that she didn’t even want to meet me because of my video, and that she wanted to meet me because of those dang pants. So when I went in she knew who I was, I was the girl with the pants that said “Taylor Swift owns this ass” not the DAHN-SING girl, not the girl who’s video plays pre-show, the girl with the pants.. at least until I reminded her. But either way, she wanted to meet me, and whether it was because she liked my video or just because my pants made her laugh, I cannot ever express just how thankful I am for getting this opportunity.

Taylor, thank you for everything. Thank you for introducing me to some of the absolute best friends I have ever had. Thank you for being my rock and for keeping me holding on when I need that little bit of strength. Thank you for making my friends happy, their smiles keep my heart warm. Thank you for being you, and truly you. Thank you for helping me kick my anxiety in the butt and let me make the friends I really needed this year. Thank you for last night and thank you for existing, that is all I can say.

Your smile faded as a nuclear bomb exploded inside you.

“Is that true? You and Jai Courtney are just friends.” The reporter asked as she pushed the microphone in your face. Your smile returned strained. You could feel your cheeks quiver from trying to keep the smile on your face.

“Yes….we are just friends.” You confirmed as your heart fell to your feet. Your boyfriend of the past five months had just denied your relationship in front of millions of people on live television.

“Well you could have fooled us. You two look sensational together.”

“Thank you.” Jai said into the microphone before putting his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing as a signal to move on.  How could he do this to you? You started to tremble a little as the next reporter stopped you and Jai. Please don’t ask if we are a couple. You prayed to yourself, as you knew you could not go through the humiliation again. You forced yourself to look up at Jai adoringly as the reporter quickly interviewed him. He was stunning in his tailored made tuxedo by a designer whose name you could not pronounce.  He was clean-shaven for a new role he just started a few days ago and even though you loved his beard, you loved him clean-shaven as well. Either look suited his handsome face but it was nice to have a break from the sometimes itchiness of his beard especially between your legs.  You sighed with relief, as the reporter did not ask who you were and Jai ushered you to the next interview. Your relief was short lived as the next few reporters asked who you were and Jai continued to state that you were his friend.

About the time, you two took your seats at the 88thannual Academy Awards you were radiating with anger and to add insult to injury Jai seem to not even notice the change in your emotions. Half way through the ceremony, you could not take it anymore and decided you needed to get away from him.

“I’m going to the restroom.” You told him during a commercial break as other guest and celebrities got up to mingle.

As you walked up the aisle to the exit, you pulled out your phone and tapped the Uber app. You needed to get home you could not hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down your face any longer.  You rushed outside before the tears could fall and your makeup would be ruined at the Oscars.

“Where you heading beautiful?” a voice called to you. You looked in the direction of the voice and smiled when you saw Jared Leto standing a few feet away smoking a cigarette.  You thought he had quit. Seeing your questionable look at his cigarette he told you nights like tonight made him nervous.

“I only smoke one.” He said dropping the cigarette to the ground and stubbing it out with his shoe. “You not staying to see if your man wins best supporting actor?”

“According to him we are just friends. That is what he told every media outlet who asked who I was tonight.” You frowned a little trying not to show Jared how much you were hurt.

“Well he is a fool.”  Jared pulled you into a tight hug. “Don’t let it upset you too much. Sometimes pretending to be single is part of the business. Just know you go home to him every night.”

“Thanks Jared.” You gave him a small smile as you pulled from his embrace. “I’m going to head home. If you see him let him know I went home.”

“Alright. I better get back in.” Jared said as he heard the orchestra start up signally they were returning live.

You bypassed all the fans and photographers and walked a few blocks to meet your Uber ride. You were half way home when your text alert sound. You pulled your phone out your purse and looked at Jai’s text. He just now was texting you after twenty minutes. Your blood started to boil.

Where are you? His text read.

On my way home. You quickly replied. You saw that he had read your text but it took a full five minutes for him to reply.

Home? Are you sick? Why didn’t you tell me?

You rolled your eyes at his ignorance. You debated whether to even respond and after a few moments decided not to.

You sighed as you kicked off your heels once you got home. It was actually Jai’s home but you semi-officially moved in a month ago. Turning on the TV to the awards show you started to undress just as your phone started to ring. It was Jai. You hit the ignore button and continued to undress.  Face washed of all makeup, hair pulled into a bun and in your comfy lounge pants and tank top you sat on the couch with a big goblet of red wine to finish watching the show.  At each commercial break Jai blew up your phone with texts and calls and you continued to ignore all his calls and texts. You had a good buzz going when the announcement for Best Supporting Actor was announced and you smiled at how handsome Jai looked when the camera zoomed in on him. He was announced as the winner and despite how pissed you were at him at the moment you stood up and did a happy dance. You knew he deserved the Oscar as he worked really hard on the role. You sat back down as he gave his speech. He thanked his colleagues, the director, his family and finally said “Lastly I want to thank the person who has been by my side since the beginning of this project and has been there through the ups and downs. I want her to know I appreciate her and I don’t know what my life would be like if she were not by my side.” Jai smiled his handsome smile into the camera and the music started to signal the end of his time on stage.

Was that part supposed to be about you? That could have been about anyone. His assistant, his lawyer…hell even his housekeeper. 

“Fuck you Jai!” you yelled at the TV screen wanting to hurl your half full wine glass at the TV but that would be alcohol abuse.  You slouched into the couch and guzzled the rest of your wine.

“Fuck you Jai.” You said again before grabbing the remote and cutting off the TV.

Wherever You Take Me

FrangipaniMuse has let me down recently. So I made myself dig this story out. It was a 60 minute word vomit inspired by a chat on @lepus-arcticus blog about what music Mulder and Scully might have listened to when they were younger. 

This is set in Glastonbury in 1984. It’s total AU nonsense. But it took me back to my youth and to my country of birth. Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober


She sunk down behind the tee-pee and scraped the crust off the bottom of her sandals. Joan Baez was singing Diamonds and Rust and she knew Missy would be swaying along.

              “I don’t know about you, but I’m waiting for Billy Bragg.”

              She turned towards him. “I saw two shooting stars last night, I wished on them but they were only satellites.”

              He sat in front of her, long feet sticking out from under his ripped denim hems. He chewed on a blade of grass. “I don’t want to change the world, I’m not looking for a new England.”

              The first drops of rain fell from the brooding sky. “What are you looking for?” She felt the breath hitch in her chest, a symptom of her startling boldness. Missy would be grinning so hard if she could see her little sister exchanging song lyrics and bad pick-up lines with a dark and moody fellow American.

              “Someone to wash the mud out of my clothes and work out what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to come to a field in the middle of Somerset to camp and eat out of cans. They don’t even do S’mores. It’s practically prehistoric here.”

              “I’ve got Graham crackers in my tent and there’s plenty of chocolate,” she said. “If you can find some marshmallows, perhaps we can have a real American campfire.”

              “Don’t you have plans…I don’t know your name.”

              She lifted her arm towards the stage behind her. “My sister’s fallen in love for the third time in two days. She won’t remember that she promised to cook dinner tonight. I’m Dana.”

               He took her hand in his and squeezed it. “Mulder.” Energy fizzed through her veins. His smile was a memory-maker. His fringe flopped into his eyes and dark stubble defined his strong jaw. Those lips, the unreadable eyes, she felt herself blushing as he held her gaze. “My on-again, off-again girlfriend is off-again, on-again with her other boyfriend. So, I would be honoured to share my tin of Heinz baked beans with you. I even have cheese – real West Country cheddar to melt on the top. If you like that kind of thing.”

              She thought she might.

“Do you like the Smiths, Dana?”

“I don’t think I’ve heard anything they’ve sung.”

“If you want something to do after baked beans, they’re on. We can go wherever we please and everything depends on how near you stand to me.” His voice was golden-gravel.

“Sorry?” she whispered.

And if the people stare, then the people stare, Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care. Lyrics from hand in glove. Johnny Marr and Morrissey are poets. Their words really resonate with me, you know?” He bumped his fist against his heart and looked away to the rolling clouds. “England is a paradox, isn’t it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Polite and clever, proud but humble, clever but contained, pretty in a way like no other, she’s the ideal woman; but she’s surrounded by a bitter sea and constantly battling the demons of tradition. She is both a queen and a princess. She’s history and charm and hope and hell.”

“Are you talking about your girlfriend or this country?”

He twisted the blade of grass in his fingers and laughed. “Sometimes, I’m not sure but I am certain that you’ll love the Smiths so I’d be honoured if you’d join me. Your sister might fall out of love and be in need of some poetic metaphor to mourn to tonight.”

She put her sandals back on and stood up, feeling small in his presence. “My sister won’t spend too much time mourning. She bounces back pretty quickly.”

“Resilience is a great quality.” He put a hand on the small of her back. “What do you do, Dana?”

“I’m at medical school, what about you?”

“I’m at Oxford, psychology.”

“And yet you don’t know why you’re here?”

His face softened. “I think I’m escaping.”

A couple wandered past, entwined and giggling. They stumbled into a tent a few spots down. The canvas shuddered. Then they scrambled out, laughing even louder. “I think that’s what most people here are doing. The aroma is always…somewhat…escapist.”

He laughed again. “I think there is a natural tendency for dreaming and fantasising about a way of life that is totally different to our own, don’t you think? I mean, when I look at the stars I wonder what’s out there. Who’s out there.”

“I think about energy requirements and asteroids and black holes.”

His mouth curved. “You don’t believe?”

“In what?”

“Life outside of earth?”

She shook her head. “Life on this planet is hard enough to cope with, don’t you think?”

Turning, he crawled into his tent and from the darkened inside, beckoned to her. “I’d like to show you something.”

Missy would have cackled at that one, but his face seemed so genuine, his eyes held such intelligence, that she got up and walked after him. He was rifling through a bag and she looked around the tent, luggage spilling out clothes, books piled high. He turned around and showed her a photo. In it, a boy and girl were smiling to the camera.

“Me and my sister. She was taken, when she was eight and I was twelve.”

“Taken?” Her heart pounded and she ran a finger over the image. A grainy shot of a girl who was no longer in his life. A child, disappeared. But here, in this photo, always smiling. Always reminding him of her existence. Kept in perfect innocence by a chain-reaction of chemicals on paper.

“You asked me earlier why I was here, why I’m escaping? She’s why.”

He offered her a beer and she took it. They listened to the muffled music as he cooked her beans with West Country cheddar. He chatted about his sister, the fateful night, the emotional fall-out, his parents’ relationship. She talked about her sister and brothers, wanting to make her father proud, her hopes and dreams.

The beer was warm but making her ears tingle and her skin buzz. He lit up a joint and they shared it. “Marriage and babies and a white picket fences? That surprises me, Dana.”

“Why?”

“You seem cut out of a different cloth. I don’t know,” he rubbed his face and inhaled. “This is going to sound all wrong, but I think you are here to do something extraordinary in the world.”

She let out a surprised giggle. “Like what?”

He leant in and she could smell his cologne, the weed, his maleness. Turning, their lips caught and he tasted the same, of musk and possibilities. When he pulled back he had a strange smile on his face. “Like you’re going to mean something to someone, like you’re going to be the one soul that will help this person to truly live, like you’re going to be powerful in an unexpected way.”

Their lips joined again and he pulled her hard towards him. The music was lifting outside and voices rumbled by, singing, laughing, shouting. He pulled her to the sleeping mat, covered in a blue sleeping bag.

She bit her lip. “What about your girlfriend?”

“Who?”

“What about the Smiths?”

“I predict that 1984 is just the start of their journey. We’ll see more of them.”

His hands were already tugging at her top and she sighed out, giving in to the pure joy of her heightened state.

“Where are you going, Mulder? On your journey?”

His hands grazed her nipples and his teeth brushed her neck. She didn’t really want to hear his answer. She wanted to experience it. After a while, he pulled back and grinned.

“Wherever you take me, Dana.”

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