MINI IMAGINE → You're fresh out of university and you have no idea what to do with yourself next, other than going to the JobCentre with your 'useless' degree in art.
Instead of signing up to the dole—you do a complete one-eighty and sign up to Tinder. Even after all those house parties and stupid 'freshers weeks'...your v-card is still in tact. You've never even kissed a boy before, let alone ever signed up for something like this before. After filling a few questions out about herself...you're officially ready to mingle. Though you don't particularly feel ready, or capable, of 'mingling'.
But you do everything the supposed match maker says...
Every now and again your phone quickly vibrates. The people who swiped right on you are mainly the eccentric 'millionaires', while Lana De Rey would definitely swipe right, you swipe left and ignore their creepy charm.
Just when you feel like giving up hope, and that you're going to die alone un-loved, you come across a suspiciously fake profile. Or at least that's what you think it is...
The profile doesn't have any pictures of the person whatsoever. In fact there's hardly anything on there, but whoever it is seems to be active for you to get recommended.
What intrigues you is the persons bio, he loves films, travelling, and comes across as a friendly guy. His name is Dan Smith, is in his thirties, and lives five minutes away. You know that you shouldn't swipe right on picture-less profiles...but you have a good gut feeling about him. So you swipe right and think nothing of it—until you get talking and he reveals himself to be the actual lead singer of Bastille!
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Dan Smith Imagines
FanfictionStuff that you'll find in this book: → Mini imagines → Short imagines → Long imagines → One-shots → Requests → Short stories
