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scuddish · 2 years ago
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NORMAN REEDUS as JUSTIN SUNLIGHT JR. 2013 | dir. Laurie Collyer
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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 10 months ago
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THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG
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THE NANNY: ONE SHOT
THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG
Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)
Summary: It’s time to tell everyone about the baby Barber.
Warnings: NONE.
A/N:  use of the pronoun they to refer a baby.
Word count: 1397
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GIF'S not mine, you can find the credits in each gif :)
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 June 13th, Andy’s birthday. He wasn’t actually a guy who like to celebrate his birthday with big parties, he liked going out for dinner, a small gathering nothing too extravagant. But this year Annie convinced him to be a little bit more bolt with his birthday celebration, so he decided to have a pool party and a barbecue during the weekend, it was the summer, so it seems appropriate. Annie rented a place for them, their family and friends. The place had a big pool, a grill area and a cabin.
Annie was now in her 4th month of pregnancy, her bump was a bit visible now, still small though, her jeans were tighter, and she began to wear baggy shirts and dresses to work to keep hiding her pregnancy. According to her doctor everything was perfectly fine, the baby was healthy, momma was healthy and Andy was over the moon watching how she was getting bigger as days passed by.
Andy put all the provisions, meat, beers, sodas, and their bags in the trunk of their car and headed out of town to where his birthday was taking place. By the time they got there, Sebastian, Sharon and Mark were already waiting and the rest of the people arrived 30 minutes after they did. Everyone was invited, people from Andy’s office, including Neal, Anthony and his family, Lynn and her husband, Pam and Phoebe, The Lopez and of course Annie’s family.
As soon as they walked in, the girls and the kids went straight to the pool area and the guys went to the grill to begin making the food. Except for Andy and Annie who stayed in the cabin. Annie grabbed her duffle bag and walked into the bathroom in the master bedroom. Andy was taking the rest of their bags and put them in the cabin, they planned to stay there for the night. He knocked on the bathroom door after he put the bags on the bed.
“Honey?” Another knock, “Everything ok? Are you feeling sick?”
Annie walked out wearing a baby pink bikini, her little bump was totally visible, Andy’s eyes shone when she saw her.
“Well, look at you. All pretty in pink.”
She walked to the full length mirror in one of the corners of the room, her hands caressing her bump a wide smile spread across her face. Andy walked behind her placing his hands on top of hers.
“How is our baby today?”
“They’re good.” She giggled when she felt Andy’s beard near her neck when he kissed her shoulder.
“I think it’s time, honey.” He gave her another kissed now in the back of her neck.
“Andy, everyone is waiting for you, you’re the birthday boy!”
“No, I’m not talking about sex.”
“Oh! So what are we talking about?” He caressed her bump.
“You said it, everyone is here. And you heard the doctor everything is fine with our baby.”
“But, Andy, I think we should wait.”
“Wait? Till when? When the baby is out of you?”
“We could do that.”
“You’ve got to be kidding! Look I know you are still a bit scare, but nothing bad will happened.”
“Well, you don’t know that cuz you are not a doctor.”
“Either you tell them or I will!” Annie thought about it for a second, “I want this to be my birthday present.”
“Huh! That’s a lot cheaper that what I bought for you. Can I returned your present then?”
“No, this will be my second present.”
“Ok, fine.”
“Yes!” Andy did a little dance making Annie laughed, “Can I know about my other present?”
Andy walked out of the cabin, going straight with the guys to chat for a bit, and Annie walked out a couple of minutes later wearing one of Andy’s t-shirts. The kids; Mark and Sharon were in the pool splashing water all over the place.
“Come on! Are you not coming in?” Sharon said pouting like a kid.
“You know, Jake and Luis are a bad influence for you.” Annie said and Sophie and Martha, who were laying on the loungers next to the pool, laughed, “I am coming in, ok? Just gimme a sec.”
Annie took the helm of the t-shirt, Andy was looking at his wife, pretending to be listening to his friends. Annie lifted his t-shirt revealing her pink bikini to everyone.
“Oh my god!” Martha, Sophie and Mark said at the same time.
“What?” Sharon said who was looking the front of Annie’s body, “What?” Annie turned to the side and showed her barely there belly. “OH MY GOD!!!!!”
The guys turned around when they heard Sharon’s loud voice.
“I’M PREGNANT!” Annie said at the top of her lungs feeling a great relief doing it.
Sharon and Mark jumped out of the pool and hugged her tightly, followed my Martha, Sophie, Pam and Lynn. The kids were still in the pool a bit confused about what was happening. Andy’s friends turned to see him, a wide smile spread across his face.
“Yeah!” Seb said and jumped to Andy’s arms. “Congratulations!” The rest of his friends padded his back or shook hands with him, expect for his brother in law, who was just staring at him.
“You got my sister pregnant?”
“Dude, what did you expect? They’re married, they have sex.” Neil said.
“Come on, man, no brother wants to know some guy is banging her little sister.” Anthony said.
“I’m… sorry?” Andy said with a clear fear on his voice.
“Sorry? I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!!” Tom hugged Andy squeezing him hard, “I know I already said this the day before the wedding, but do something to her or try to leave and I will hunt you down.”
“I would never dream of leaving her.” Andy said and Tom padded his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Annie laid down in one of the loungers, talking with her friends and sister in law. Sophie was talking about some things she thought were necessary for Annie during her pregnancy.
“I don’t mean to interrupt.” Martha said, “But she is not listening to you.”
“What?” Sophie turned to see Annie soundly asleep on the lounger, breathing steadily. “We should probably get her inside, she’s gonna sunburned if we don’t.”
“I got her.” Mark said. He took her in his arms, turned to see Andy who gave him a reassuring nod and headed to the cabin.
Andy walked into the bedroom in the cabin. Annie was still sleeping covered by the comforter. He walked slowly and sat next to her. His hand went to caress her cheek.
“Honey?” He kept touching her cheek, “Wake up, baby girl.” Annie stirred, her eyes fluttering open, “There you are.” Annie looked around, she wasn’t around the pool that’s for sure. She looked a bit confused. “You fell asleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. They understood.” Annie nodded, “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Wanna come with me, so we can eat together? I made you a rib sandwich with barbecue sauce and extra pickles.”
Her mouth watered when Andy said pickles. She smiled and stood up ready to leave when Jake appear in front of them, droplets of water dripping from him.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“What is praganant?” He said with a frown on his brow.
“Oh!” They had totally forgot to have this conversation with him. They haven’t told him anything in fear he will said something to other people. “Jake, sweetie. I’m having a baby. You are going to be a big brother!”
“Really?!” he began jumping up and down, “Santa, finally listen!” Andy and Annie laughed. “Where is the baby?”
“In here.” Annie pointed to her tummy.
“You eat the baby?”
“No, Jake, the baby lives in there until is ready to go out.” Andy explained.
“When is the baby out?”
“Mmmm like in November.” Annie said.
“That’s so away! I want the baby now.”
“Darling, we can’t have that. The baby needs to grow and then you’ll meet him or her.” Annie replied.
“I want the baby is a girl.”
“We’ll see. Ok, buddy?” Andy said.
“Yes! Ok!” Jake lifted his arms so Andy could carry him outside.
The baby was finally out of the bag and Annie never thought she could feel this excited to finally say she was pregnant. The three of them left the cabin to enjoy their meal and to keep celebrating Andy’s birthday.
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youremyonlyhope · 5 months ago
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The Devil's Chord
Been looking forward to this one.
The Devil's Chord is a tritone right? Like the Devil's Interval? Ok yep, Wikipedia confirms since it says ""Devil's Chord" redirects here. For the Doctor Who episode, see The Devil's Chord." Yay, the one little bit of music theory I remembered.
The Simpsons starts with a Devil's Interval, once again one of the few things from music theory I remember. 4 knocks. I feel like Jinkx is truly everywhere now. A year or so ago when I heard she was cast in a Doctor Who episode I was like "oh, that's nice" but didn't really know who she was. And now I feel like she's literally everywhere all at once. Cute way to bring in the intro with the piano. Though if I see one person claim that this is the first time the Doctor Who Theme was played differently, I'm slapping them in the face with Demons of the Punjab. Oh and it coming out of the Jukebox as it finishes is cute too. Ruby's a girl after my own heart. Why have you never done it before Doctor? Seriously. Also who says they want to go to the Titanic? I'm with Ruby in picking a historical moment that's fun, the place I wanna go is to see opening night of Pippin on Broadway in 1972. We're just days before my dad was born. That's crazy. Ruby, girl, that dress could actually blend in decently well. But glad you're considering it. God. Ncuti in that outfit make me so happy. Ever since the first set pictures leaked. The afro with the mustache reminds me of pictures of my grandpa in the 70s. God I love historical episodes. I was warned there'd be no Beatles songs. Which really does make me sad. But knowing the Maestro steals music, sure. Doctor stop knocking with 4 knocks. Back to the no Beatles music thing. I wonder if they'll at least, at the end when I assume everything gets fixed, do one of the famous songs that the Beatles covered? Like Till There Was You from Music Man? Or maybe Twist and Shout? So I vaguely saw a gifset showing various older women. I scrolled past it quickly when I realized it was Doctor Who because of a gif or two of Mrs. Flood and I didn't want spoilers. I took from that little bit of context that she might be popping up everywhere. Is this Mrs. Flood again? Do I just forget what she looks like? What is the Maestro's motivation to do this? If you love music so much, why not make people make even more of it? So canonically, we don't know where Susan is? I've always assumed she's just lived her life out with whatshisface wherever the Doctor left them. Doctor, baby, why are you laughing? Oh the old lady probably remembers the time before music died. Doctor, I'm sure you realize you're basically using Ruby as bait. NO. No the laughing arpeggio again. The Giggle. No not the old lady. His soul is torn in half. God I still hate this stupid bigeneration thing so much. The gods? Lord Temporal? Bound in salt? We're really sticking with the salt thing. [Playing the Saxon theme off-key] Ok the specificity of just the captions mentioning Saxon really really concerns me. Only can go back to 1963, like how the Doctor limited the TARDIS under the Master's control to just go between 2007 (2008? Stupid RTD timeline) and the end of the universe. Speaking Turkish, I'm sorry what? "I thought that was non-diagetic." I had to look it up to make sure, but wow that's a good 4th wall breaking joke. AND it leans into the story theme. How can a song have so much power? Have you HEARD Carol of the Bells? Who is the oldest one? Also I better not see a single person complain about Clara's Impossible Girl-ness ever again when we've got Ruby making it literally snow and manifest her memories into real life. Maple Leaf Rag! I was gonna say in the opening that if it's 1925 and they want something fun, they got plenty of ragtime right there to pick from. Plus jazz. I was gonna say I don't know how I feel about John being the one to save the day, but then Paul joined him. I guess I can accept that. "The one who waits is almost here" Girl what does that even mean? If it's not Dhawan!Master I don't want them. Yasss Rhapsody in Blue. See this was a perfect opportunity to get the rights to Twist and Shout like come on. Raining indoors. Oh and there's the kid again. I thought he was a projection or something, but I guess he's real.
I definitely enjoyed that episode a lot. Though the There's Always A Twist At The End was a bit much, even for me the girl who loves musical theatre.
I wanna know what the notes that saved them were though.
Ok I dived into a Reddit thread to see what the answer was. No one gave a straight answer. Google wasn't helpful either (especially with their stupid AI thing). It seems the consensus is that it's the final chord of A Day In the Life. I'm gonna take their word for it, my knowledge of music theory ends at me even knowing what the Devil's Interval was in the first place.
Also two things that came to mind as I proofread this:
The Doctor being called the Lord Temporal makes me wonder if they're gonna try to say he's one of these beings from outside the universe. Since it could be possible given he's the Timeless Child.
...Actually. In the process of typing this, my mom asked me a question and when I came back I literally could not remember what the second thing was. And I've spent like 10 minutes trying to remember by rereading the post. I can't remember. It's totally gone. So, I may edit this with whatever my second thought was. Maybe I was wondering if Ruby would be the one who is like the Toymaker and Maestro? I feel like that wasn't it though, but it was something I thought of.
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lovinglokilaufeyson · 4 years ago
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G-Spot - D.M
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*another gif from giphy, I can never find many of Draco on here*
Pairings: Draco x Reader
Warnings: First Time, Smut, Young Love, Fluff, Fingering
Wordcount: 1508
Summary: After the Yule Ball 4th year, you and Draco decide to take your relationship to the next level.
A/N: This was a request I got a while back, but never got around to writing because of the good ol’ college transition. Sorry it took me a bit, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless. Also, just wanted to point out that I literally have 320 followers at the moment. WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY NUTS. I never thought that this blog would reach that amount of followers, and I am grateful for every single one of you. I will make an appreciation post because holy cow. If you enjoy Criminal Minds (another of my new obsessions) also go and check out 188, my Spencer Reid one shot. Again, I love you and appreciate you all, so very much. Hope you enjoy some more Draco. @anothevr​ thanks for this wonderful idea! I loved writing it. 
You and Draco had been dating since 2nd year. The Yule Ball marked your 2nd anniversary. People always told you that you two were just too different, that the relationship would never work. But you helped him mature, and he helped you adventure out of your comfort zone. You were a good match. Soon enough, he realized that constantly tormenting the Golden Trio was not necessary. He had better things to be doing. Thanks to you, not only had his grades improved, but his character. His parents loved you, you were a positive influence on the oftentimes troubled boy. 
The night of the Yule Ball, you dressed nicely. You wore a sleek dark green dress, doing your makeup to compliment the green hues. Your lips were a nice mauve color, not too overpowering. You curled your hair, pinning a couple of the front pieces at the back of your head. You couldn’t wait to see Draco. The feelings were mutual. He simply could not wait to see you. So much so that you caught him trying to sneak a peek at you in your dress. You quickly slammed the door in his face. “Draco, no!” “C’mon babe, just a peek?” “It’s bad luck” you answered. “You’re not getting married, sweets.” You rolled your eyes, but you gave in. “Fine...” Opening the door, he stood in awe, looking at you. 
“You look absolutely marvelous.” You blushed, looking at Draco who was standing closer now. “You’re so beautiful.” You kissed him, and he held you close. His hands drifted from your waist a little further down, and you held the nape of his neck. Suddenly, you felt Draco push you onto your bed, and you struggled with the thought. Did you really want to do this? At least - now? Draco ran his hands up and down your body, against the velvet texture of your lengthy dress. “You look gorgeous in this, darling. But I think it’d look better on the floor, if I’m honest.” You blushed, burying your head in your pillow. However, he soon began unzipping the dress from the side, and you had second thoughts. “Draco, Draco. Stop, please.” He obliged, immediately looking guilty for his actions. “Sorry, babe. I just can’t resist you like this.” He gave you a quick peck on the cheek as an apology. “We can wait.” 
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At the dance, Draco was entirely a gentleman. His hands held you close to him - but only at the waist. No touching of your ass or your boobs, thankfully. Considering your past interaction, you thought he would be more touchy. You realized how deeply blessed you were to have him. And that - you wouldn’t want your first to be with anyone else. You loved Draco. 
You danced the night away with him, through party songs - as well as slow ones. You were so ecstatic to be with him. To end the night, a wonderful slow song played, and he held onto your back, and you, the nape of his neck. Swaying back and forth, you gazed into Draco’s gray blue eyes, smiling to yourself. “I love you, Draco.” You whispered. “I love you more, lovely.” He landed a kiss on your lips, which you happily returned. 
Draco lead you upstairs, his intentions to simply walk you to your dorm. “Thank you, Draco, for such a wonderful night.” You thanked him, and he gave you another peck on your lips. “Thank you, Y/N.” After speaking for several minutes, Draco sighed, starting to head towards his own dorm. “Babe?” You asked, hoping to get his attention. “Yeah?” He turned around, heading back towards you. “I- um- could-” You stuttered, clearly nervous. “What is it love? Use your words...” “I could- I could stay with you. For tonight, I mean.” He nodded, excited to have you in his arms for the night. 
He lead you up the stairs and into his room. “Do you have something I could wear?” You asked suddenly. He nodded. “Well, if it isn’t nothing, you can wear one of my button ups - does that work?” You nodded back at him, hesitantly. You went into his bathroom to freshen up and change. You unzipped the side of your dress, slipping out of it. You took your heels off, and realized you didn’t have a place to hang your dress. Peeking out of the bathroom, you asked Draco for a hanger, which he levitated over to you. He winked, you think he realized that you were wearing a matching deep green set on of lacy lingerie. You could tell, even from the strap. He probably made some guesses, you assumed. 
You grabbed the hanger, closing the door once more. You hung up the dress with ease, leaving your heels in the bathroom. You took your bra off, hanging it with the dress. You grabbed Draco’s plain white shirt, sliding it over your shoulders and buttoning it up from the bottom. You left the top button undone, you didn’t want it to be strangled while trying to sleep. Bringing your hair towards the top of your head, you tied it into a messy bun. 
Exiting the bathroom, you were met with Draco, oozing sex on the bed. Well - you didn’t know exactly, but if you had to guess - that was it. He was scantily clad in only his boxers, looking at you, once again, in awe. “You look - amazing in my shirt, babygirl.” “Thank you, Draco.” You blushed. You dove into bed with him, immediately cuddling up to his figure. 
He let his hand run upon your thigh, teasingly. He laid you on your back, bringing his hand to your inner thigh, now. He pitter-pattered his fingers, and you smiled at him. You brought a swift kiss to his lips, letting it linger as he played with the band of your panties. He released the kiss suddenly, and you wondered if anything was wrong. “Everything okay, Draco?” You asked. He nodded, pecking your lips. “If you get uncomfortable at all - tell me. Let me know your boundaries, babe.” You nodded, bringing your lips back to his, pushing his lips apart. Your tongue twisted with his, fighting back and forth into each other’s mouths. 
After he finished playing with the band, he begun to pull them down your legs a bit. You lifted your pelvis to allow him to pull them down further. He brought his prodding fingers to your clit, playing with it. You began to moan tirelessly, loudly - though you tried to be quiet. “Y/N?” “Yes, Draco?” You responded. “Can I make love to you?” He asked, and you nodded, slowly. 
Within a few seconds, Draco had established a better position with you. He was spreading your legs, laying between them. He unbuttoned your - well, his - shirt. He pulled his boxer shorts down, and his dick rose further. He played with you a little bit further - “Merlin, you’re so ready for me.” You nodded, and he lined his dick up with you. He started slowly, and, unfortunately, you couldn’t feel too much. Well, you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 
“You okay?” Draco asked, sliding in a bit further. You could feel it more, now. Just a bit. “Yeah I-” “Does it feel good?” Draco interrupted, eagerly. “It hurts a bit.” You told him. “Okay. I’ll stop for a minute. Let you get used to me. Merlin, you’re so tight, babe.” Draco stopped for a moment, and once the pain had gone away, you gave him the okay. He began pumping out, and then back in. “Feel okay, babe?” “Yeah, no more pain, really.” “Does it feel good?” 
You sighed, and shook your head slightly. You needed to be honest with him. “Not really..” You stated. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that, sweets. I’m gonna try and find your g-spot, okay?” You nodded, slowly, hesitant. You felt Draco pull out - still lying on your back, he began to prod inside of you. He pushed down into your canal, and you sighed a little bit. “Is that it?” He asked. “I don’t think so, hon.” You sounded apologetic. He moved upwards a bit further, pushing. “Whoa whoa whoa” you moaned. “Youfoundityoufounditohmygodyoufo-undit” you muttered. “Merlin that feels so good.” “Good, baby. Good.” Draco sounded pleased, continuing to play his fingers in you. 
“Draco please god, it feels so good.” Draco began playing with your clit too. You moaned incessantly, him flicking your clit - clumsily, and running his finger along your special spot. “Draco I’m gonna-” “Come, baby.” You became undone on Draco’s fingers, shaking intensely, letting out a loud moan. “Draco!” 
“Good job, baby.” Draco smiled, coming up to face you, pecking your lips. “I’m sorry our first time wasn’t exactly-” You started, but Draco interrupted you. “No worries baby. It was perfect. We’ll try again soon.” You smiled, cuddling up to him. He was so perfect. And together, you two were perfect.
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mothandpidgeon · 3 years ago
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THE SINS OF THE FATHER - a Molly York story PART 2
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PROLOGUE - PART 1
MASTERLIST
Characters: Dave York, Molly York (Carol and Alice, too)
Words: 3500
Rating: T
Warnings: character death (canon), loss of a parent, angst, training your daughter to be an assassin?
Summary: After contacting a mysterious acquaintance of her later father's, Molly York learns more about the man. And about his death.
a/n: I'm a little obsessed with this fic right now. I love writing soft!Dave and his daughter. I know this isn't the mean daddy Dave smut we usually love, but I'd love to hear from you if you're enjoying this!
Thanks @purplepascal042 for helping me with this part! Love you, B!
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Dave is exhausted from jet lag, sprawled on the bed, still in his shirt and slacks. The last job took a lot out of him. He needs a shower but his body won’t budge.
“Daddy are you sleeping?” Molly asks from the doorway in a stage whisper.
“What’s going on?”
“Will you help me with my homework?” she asks. She’s clutching a worksheet and a pencil.
“Sure. Come here,” he says and she climbs onto the bed beside him. “What’ve we got?”
“I have to interview a grown up about their job. For Career Day,” she explains.
Dave looks over the page, his tired eyes barely focusing. “Did you ask Mommy to do this?”
“I want you to do it,” Molly insists.
He lets Molly read him each prompt and he answers as simply as possible. She dutifully writes down each answer in scrawling pencil.
“How do you spell ‘investigation?’” she asks.
“Sound it out,” he encourages. He’s so burnt, he’s not sure he can manage to spell it either.
“‘What is your favorite part about your job?’” she reads.
Dave sighs longer than he means to. “Coming home to my family.”
“No, Daddy! It has to be about work!”
The address Capra had given Molly was a boarded up movie theater off the highway about 30 miles outside of DC. Molly told Carol that she was shopping for dorm decor when she’d left the house full of nerves. She’d gotten so good at lying, sometimes she believed her own.
The parking lot was empty, the cracks in its pavement filled in with grass, punctuated by street lights every few yards. Molly had expected to meet at a coffee shop or a restaurant, not some out of the way place. She was sitting on the trunk of her car, her leg bouncing, when a black BMW pulled up. The woman driving it looked to be in her late 40s, her hair pulled back neatly. When she stepped out of her car, she pulled her sunglasses down her nose and eyed Molly up and down.
“How old are you now? 20?”
“18,” Molly told her.
“You’re the older one?”
“Yeah,” Molly said.
Capra approached her and she hopped down from the bumper.
“Didn’t your dad ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” she asked.
Molly hesitated. She had her pepper spray in her back pocket and she was much younger, probably quicker than this woman. But Dad wouldn’t give her Capra’s number if he didn’t trust her. Still, Molly decided to lean against her car and keep her distance.
“You know a lot about me for a stranger,” Molly replied.
Capra grinned. She nodded her head back and said, “Walk with me.”
Molly paced the pavement with her, glancing at the woman beside her. She was slim with sharp features, whispers of frown lines in her face. Capra offered Molly a cigarette which she declined.
“Is Capra your first name?”
“It’s what my friends call me,” she replied.
There was a darkness in her tone that made Molly edgy.
“Did you work with my dad at the agency?” Molly asked.
That would explain some things. But Capra laughed.
“No.” Capra observed Molly and then her lip twitched up into a wistful smile. “Jeez I bet everybody tells you you look just like him.”
Molly’s stomach churned.
“Were you and my dad-”
“No,” Capra said. “God no. Your dad was...a complicated guy but not when it came to his family.”
Molly nodded, not sure if she felt relieved or if that just gave her more questions.
“So how did you know each other?” She asked.
“It’s a long story,” Capra said, scratching her forehead. “We did some freelance work together.”
Capra made some small talk, asking Molly where she was headed for college, what she’d be studying. Molly had so many questions of her own she could only manage short answers. Finally, she had to ask the question that had been nagging at her the loudest.
“Do you know what happened to my dad? How he died?” She’d stopped walking.
“I know the same as you,” Capra said.
“Which is?” Molly asked. She wasn’t going to accept such a vague answer.
Capra gave a wry smile. She flicked her cigarette butt to the ground and twisted it into the pavement under her shoe. Molly’s heart sped up. She’d caught Capra in a lie.
“You’re a clever one,” she said.
“It wasn’t an accident, was it?” Molly asked. She searched Capra’s face for an answer. “Please.”
“I wasn’t there,” she replied.
“But you know. Please. I need to know.”
Molly felt like she was holding her breath. Capra looked away, then back at Molly.
“You don’t want to know,” Capra said.
“I do,” Molly said. She balled her hands into fists so she didn’t shake Capra by her shoulders.
“He wouldn’t want you to know.”
“How do you know that?” Molly spat. “What the hell do you know about him? I’ve never even heard of you. You don’t know.”
“Trust me, there’s plenty about your father you didn’t know,” Capra snapped back.
Molly was so frustrated she wanted to cry. Instead she let out a growl and turned back towards her car.
“Fuck this!” She stomped away.
She’d crossed half of the parking lot when she heard Capra call after her. Molly squared her shoulders, tried to compose herself, and turned around to glare at the woman. Capra was clutching the bridge of her nose, her eyes shut. Finally she dropped her hand with an exasperated sigh and pulled out another cigarette. Capra lit it as she closed the distance between them, blowing smoke out of her mouth and shaking her head. She held the cigarette out to Molly.
“You’re going to want one of these. And you’re going to need to sit down for this.”
Dave parks the car in the driveway. Molly is sitting in the passenger seat, still grinning from her first experience at the shooting range.
“Now remember,” Dave says before he opens the door, “this is our secret. So if Mom asks where we were, just tell her our cover story.”
She nods eagerly but then her lips twist into a thoughtful frown.
“It’s lying,” she says.
Dave feels guilty for a moment. Deceit is practically second nature for him but what kind of father teaches his daughter to be dishonest?
“But it’s a white lie,” she justifies to herself. “Right?”
Dave kisses the crown of her head.
“It’s alright, baby. Everybody has secrets.”
Molly felt dizzy. The story Capra told her made her feel like she’d gone from a tilt-a-whirl into a funhouse. Everything was distorted and she was upside down. Already, she was replaying her memories of Dad with this new context tinging them like a dark filter.
Dad kissing her on the forehead before bed. Hoisting her onto his shoulders on the 4th of July. Singing along to “Baba O’Riley” and drumming on the steering wheel. Dad killing people. Earning blood money. Dying by someone else’s hand.
“It’s a lot,” Capra said. They were sitting in Molly’s parked car, the windows rolled down, the sound of the highway traffic washing through like white noise. “But he did it for you.”
Molly’s eyes flicked to her. She hadn't asked for anybody to die.
“He was trying to take care of his family,” Capra clarified.
She let Molly sit in silence for a while as she sorted out what she’d just heard. Molly felt like she was grieving him all over again. Except this time she mourned the father she knew.
“My mom-"
“She never knew,” Capra said.
Molly nodded weakly.
“It was a secret because he loved you.”
Molly felt a tear slip from her eye. She didn’t want to feel hurt. She didn’t like feeling deceived. She wiped her face and set her jaw.
“What happened to Mac?” she asked.
She remembered meeting the man who had killed her father. Everything that had happened just before he died was so clear in her memory. She could still see Mac’s face, his friendly smile.
He’d seemed like such a nice guy. She remembered asking him a load of questions as he rode with them to school and he’d laughed and told Carol what a bright girl she was.
It sickened her to know he’d been right there. So close. And she was so small and clueless. Had Dad known what was coming?
“He lives up in New England,” Capra said. “Retired.”
Molly turned to Capra, anger burning in her chest.
“He’s still alive?” she asked.
“Afraid so,” Capra said.
Molly looked back out the windshield, took a deep breath. Retired. Dad would never get to retire. Go golfing or build model cars or whatever old men did.
“And you do...what my dad did?” she asked.
Capra didn’t confirm or deny it.
“You can’t discuss this. With anyone,” she informed her.
Molly nodded again. She wouldn’t dream of telling Carol this. She would protect her from the truth just like dad had.
“I’m sorry about this,” Capra said before they parted ways. “You’ve got my number. Give me a call if you ever need anything.”
As Molly drove home, thoughts solidified in her mind.
Dad was a killer. But he’d been a killer before, in the Marines. He’d still loved her. He went to her karate matches and read her bedtime stories. She might have lived her whole life without ever finding out what Dave York really was.
If he hadn’t died.
He could have taught her how to drive. Taken photos before senior prom. Visited colleges with her.
He would have danced with her at her wedding. Helped her fix up her first home. Held her future children in his arms.
If he hadn’t been murdered.
And what about mom? She wouldn’t have worried about calling plumbers and taking her car to the mechanic. Run herself ragged getting Alice to dance class and Molly to archery competitions. She wouldn't have had to sleep alone every night.
If it hadn’t been for Robert McCall.
Molly could absolve her father’s sins. But Mac she would never forgive.
“Young lady, open this door right now,” Dave barks.
“You told me to go to my room! I’m in my room!” Molly snaps through her bedroom door.
She’s given Carol lip all morning and he’s had enough of the attitude. Every day, his sweet little girl is fading more and more into a stubborn teenager.
“You do not slam doors in this house.”
“Leave me alone!” Molly yells. “I hate you!”
Dave knows that she’s angry and she’s got a bad temper. That these outbursts are the first signs of puberty rearing its ugly head. But, still, her words punch him right in the gut.
“If that’s how you’re going to speak to your father, then you’re grounded,” he manages.
“Good!”
Molly had been reserved ever since Dave’s death but, after meeting Capra, she felt her melancholy harden into bitterness. She went through college. She didn’t make a lot of friends or date many people. She studied, she practiced her marksmanship, she trained.
As soon as Molly turned 18, she was back at the gun range. It had been a long time since Dad had taken her for target practice but she was pleasantly surprised by her grouping. She’d had a good teacher.
She liked everything about shooting. Not just because it had been a secret she shared with her father. She liked the ritual– loading the magazine, carefully picking up the gun. She liked the focus– taking a deep breath and looking down the barrel. She liked the power.
Mac’s grin stayed fixed in her mind. She thought about it when she pulled herself from bed at five in the morning to do push ups. She pictured it when she worked herself into a sweat at the gym’s punching bag. She imagined it when she put holes through the head of the target at the shooting range.
She didn’t think she’d have the chance to do that in real life. But she dreamed about it almost every night.
Molly had always stayed close to home but she visited less and less. Alice started college in New York so Carol had an empty nest. Molly could hardly bring herself to visit her mother anymore.
Molly had always been good at keeping secrets but this one was the most difficult. Every time she saw Carol, Molly imagined how devastated she would be if she knew the truth. It had become too painful pretending and so Molly simply avoided most situations where she would have to.
Capra stayed in touch, calling every so often to check in. It was clear to Molly that she felt responsible for this angst but there was no one else to talk to about it.
Some people were driven by ambition or lust or creativity. During college, it felt like Molly ran on anger. It helped her concentrate, to work hard. She graduated at the top of her class and had no trouble landing a job that paid well.
Adulthood was different.
Dave had been wise enough to set up trusts for the girls so Molly hadn’t racked up student debt. But now she had rent and bills and car insurance. She couldn’t stuff herself with fries from the dining hall and call that a meal. She had to work long hours for a demanding boss. She had to take care of herself. She had to go through the monotony of life.
When it came down to it, she just didn’t have the energy to be mad anymore.
Molly still held a flame inside. Mainly, she kicked herself for not getting to the gym more often. She hated that she was moving on. She had dulled as she got older, as she followed the news every day and saw that the world was a shitty place where justice was scarce.
Molly was in her childhood bedroom, going through layers of old school papers, polaroids from her friends’ bat mitzvahs, and certificates from karate tournaments like an archeological dig.
Carol was finally selling the family home. Downsizing. The girls were there to help clean things out, decide what should go to the Salvation Army and what would be going home with them.
It pained Molly to think about the house with another family living inside it. Even now in her late twenties, she still walked in the door and expected Dad to come around the corner from the kitchen, to say, “Hey, kiddo!” the way he used to. Once the house was sold, she would never experience that sensation again.
It was strange, Molly thought, how you could live somewhere for all of your life and then, one day, you’re locked out forever.
Carol was moving to a two bedroom condo closer to the city so she couldn’t take all of this junk with her. Molly packed a bankers box with some trophies and a few of her favorite books and brought it down to the kitchen.
Alice was leaned against the island, lazily sorting through cookbooks. Although the day called for packing boxes and hauling trash bags, she was dressed to the nines. Molly wondered if her sister owned casual clothes anymore. Alice had gotten a job at a fashion magazine and, although it seemed like she was low in the pecking order, she acted as though she was Anna Wintour herself.
“That’s all you’re taking?” Carol asked, eyeing the box.
Molly shrugged. She already had already taken the things that were most precious to her long ago.
“You know, Mom, if you don’t want to move, I can help you with the mortgage,” Molly said.
Molly had been saving up to buy a place of her own but she would happily give that up for her mother. Nowhere would ever feel like home the way this house did.
“It’s time,” Carol said. “I don’t need this much house to myself.”
Mom didn’t look her age but the bags under her eyes had grown more defined. She’d stopped coloring the streak of grey hair that had come in at her temple.
“It’s a good idea,” Alice jumped in. “Mom needs to get out there again. She hasn’t met any guys in the suburbs.”
The idea of Mom dating always made Molly bristle. She didn’t want Carol to be lonely but couldn’t picture her with a man who wasn’t Dad. The same way she couldn’t see her living in a different house.
“I’m going to work on the study,” Molly said and retreated to the home office.
This had been Dad’s room and, even though it had accumulated a mess of things over the years— old workout tapes, discarded hobbies, books about tidying— it still felt like his sanctuary. Molly picked through a shelf and found Dad’s high school yearbook. She hoped Mom wouldn’t mind if she took that home with her. She liked pictures of her father in his youth, skinny and bright eyed with scruffy hair.
Molly sat on the floor in front of the built-ins and fished out a few baskets and shoe boxes from the cabinets. The first one contained family photos. Vacation in the Bahamas, Alice’s 4th birthday party, Molly dressed as a ninja for Halloween. She went through each one with great ceremony. Molly already had a bunch of photos of her and Dad so she tucked these back in their box and put them in the ‘keep’ pile.
The next box was filled with cards. Sympathy cards. Molly sighed as she went into them. One from Carol’s coworkers with a rose on the front. Sending you comfort. A small card that looked like it had come with a floral arrangement from cousin John. He’ll be missed.
There was a card with a painting of a serene beach scene. With deepest sympathy. Molly opened it and read the short message.
So sorry for your loss. It feels like we’ve lost one of the family. Send my love to the girls. - Mac
The cold rage that had burnt out reignited in Molly’s stomach, her entire body so tight she almost shook. She could feel tears sting in her eyes.
That motherfucker. That fucking asshole had the audacity to send a sympathy card. To send his love. That piece of fucking shit. Molly almost crumpled the card in her hands, as if she could wring his neck through it, but just then Alice wandered in. Molly dropped the card into her lap.
“What are these?” her sister asked, crouching down and grabbing a photo. “Aw! You looked so cute!”
Molly swallowed hard and tried to slow her heart rate as Alice sifted through the pictures.
“Christ, why does Mom still have these?” Alice complained, picking up one of the sympathy cards.
“They’re for Dad,” Molly said.
“It’s not like he got to read them,” Alice replied.
She tossed it back onto the floor.
“Why are you always such a bitch about Dad?” Molly asked, the animosity she’d discovered in Mac’s card spilling out of her.
“Sorry I don’t worship him.” Alice rolled her eyes. “It’s not like he was ever around. And when he was, he spent all of his time with you.”
Alice crossed her arms and looked away self-consciously. Molly felt a jab in her heart. She knew Dad loved Alice. He’d done awful things so that she could take dance lessons and go off to a good school where she could study whatever she liked. Things that eventually got him killed. But Molly couldn’t tell her sister any of that so she just stared at Alice with her mouth half open.
“Girls, when you’re finished up there, lunch is ready!” Mom called from the kitchen.
“Call me a bitch…” Alice grumbled as she left the room.
Molly pushed the cards into the ‘Trash’ pile.
“Ow! Daddy! Molly hit me!” Alice whines.
“You hit me first!” Molly growls.
Dave glances at them in the rear view mirror.
“Is that true?” he asks.
“No!” Alice says.
He knows she’s lying. Molly’s sitting there with her arms crossed as Alice clutches her elbow dramatically, lips set in a pout.
He knows what he’s supposed to say. Some bullshit about being the bigger person, two wrongs don’t make a right. And if Carol was in the car maybe he would. But the world doesn’t work like that.
“If you hit somebody,” he warns, “don’t be surprised if they hit you back.”
Molly took Mac’s card with her. It was sitting on her passenger seat when she pulled away, Carol standing on the lawn, waving. Send my love to the girls. Every time she thought about it, she got so pissed off she wanted to puke.
She couldn’t even wait to get home before she was dialing Capra, one hand gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles ached.
“What’s up, kid?” Capra asked.
“I need to find Mac.”
/ / / / / part three soon!
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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago
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A Father’s Love
pairing: steve rogers x reader ft. sarah rogers
requests:Hey, can I ask for a Steve Sarah fic where baby Sarah is injured or unwell and Steve is more distressed than the reader and cries holding Sarah and she assures him that she is fine and brave girl -anon  2. hi i love your writing!! i have a request for a headcanon or oneshot: i watched ww84 (which was not that good of a movie oof) but there was a romantic fireworks scene and it made me think of celebrating 4th of july with steve rogers on his birthday and just like, cuddling up next to him on a picnic blanket while watching him watch the fireworks and oh it just makes me so SOFT- anon
word count: 1,750
author’s note: pardon any mistakes! sorry for combining the requests, hope y'all still like it!
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Never before in your life had you ever experienced such fear. Although the warm sun streamed down in rays, creating a happy scene, you were somewhere else. A place where nothing else mattered except for your daughter. Nerves, anticipation, and dread flooded your veins. Any parent would feel this way, especially under these circumstances. A majority of the time, you wouldn’t consider yourself a “helicopter parent,” even though Bucky and Sam would say otherwise. Now, was an exception because your four year old daughter was learning to roller skate in the cul-de-sac where her grandparents currently reside. Her little hand was interlaced with her father’s and the 6’2 man crouched down to be a bit shorter. He was anything but an expert in this field and that made you even more nervous as he’d occasionally slip. Before you could say anything to him, he’d just put a hand out, signaling that everything was okay, and you’d be left to bite down on your lip, silently channeling your fear. 
From the looks of it, one would think you weren’t trusting of your husband and while that wasn’t the whole truth, you just knew he wasn’t the most...graceful and elegant human on planet earth. Rather he was the type of guy to fall and literally laugh it off. That was fine for him, but if your daughter fell on this rocky pavement, well, you’d both have another coming. Or at least that’s what you had assumed. 
Sarah’s giggles echoed and you could hear your parents’ shouts of encouragement from the house. You were standing on the end of the driveway, eyes glued to the giant man and the tiny girl, happily skating around. After a few minutes, Sarah finally found her footing, so to say, and was actually skating without Steve’s support.
Finally, you dropped your shoulders and let out a sigh of relief at the two enjoying themselves. It was all going fine until Sarah was turning, like she had done so many times before, but this time happened to catch a rock under a wheel on her right skate.
 In your mind, it all happened in slow motion, making your feet stay grounded, yet your conscience was “running” to her. Steve’s face looked absolutely mortified and he dropped to his knees, ignoring the pain from the harsh contact, he immediately scooped up the girl. 
For a moment, her lip quivered and Steve continued to soothingly stroke her hair, gazing into her watering eyes. Just when you thought the dam would break, Sarah swallowed her sobs, shook it all off, and stood from her father’s lap. She even held out a hand to help him up and he looked very shocked. Even more shocked than when you told him you were going into labor, which was quite the experience, one you preferred to not re-live. 
Eventually, you joined the two and up close you could see that Steve had a single tear running down his face. You knew his worst fear was failing his daughter, he had told you so many years ago. Sarah noticed Steve’s sorrow and she got down once more to sit back on her heels. With gentle movement, Sarah wrapped her arms around the man’s broad shoulders and pulled him into the most lovable hug you’ve seen in ages. 
“It’s okay, Daddy. Please don’t cry! See I’m just as brave as you!” 
Your daughter then laid her head on his shoulder, the two of them in their own little world as usual. You hated to break them up, but they were currently sitting in the middle of the road and you’d rather not get hit by a car. Softly, you tapped Steve’s shoulder and he slowly rose up, Sarah in his arms and tired from the scare as well. The three of you made your way back up the driveway and into the house where your mother met you with the same nervous look you had once wore. Once a nurse, always a nurse, for she had a first aid kit in hand. You quickly reassured her and followed Steve back to your rooms. 
Summer in New York City wasn’t that much enjoyable, so ever since Sarah had been born, you and Steve come in July to stay at your parents house. Today was Fourth of July and you helped your parents with their annual barbeque. That went well and then the whole roller skating incident happened and now here you were. It was 3 in the afternoon and since it was Steve’s birthday, you had some surprise plans for him later. He was unaware and had assumed you had forgotten his birthday, which you had not. 
An hour later, you found Sarah in the pool with your parents while Steve sat on one of the lounge chairs, only khaki swim trunks on. You could tell he’d been out of the pool for a while as his hair was starting to look a bit fluffy. Steve’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and in his lap you could see a sketch that he was tediously working on. Your daughter was too busy playing pool volleyball with her grandparents, that the three were yet to notice your presence. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you strutted over to Steve and sat on the edge of his seat where you gently tapped his leg to gain his attention. 
“Whatcha working on, Grant?”
Steve peered up at you, his smile possibly even brighter than the sun that reflected on you both. He silently passed off the sketchbook to you. The sketch depicted the scene happening before your eyes, your parents bonding with Sarah, all of them wearing large grins and laughter. It was the kind of picture that could lift someone's mood in an instant, all because Steve was the best at portraying emotions in his artwork. 
“So, birthday boy, I have some plans for you… that is if you are still up to it.” You motioned to his current laid back state and Steve looked down at himself to see what you meant. He was curious as to what you had planned, having told you not to plan anything for his birthday. 
“Oh honey, I told you not to do anything.” Steve looked at you disapprovingly, his sunglasses now pulled down so you could feel the full effect of his “glaring.” 
“It’s not everyday that a wife gets to celebrate her husband’s...” Pausing, you did some quick mental math (that may have not been accurate) and came to an answer, “102nd birthday!” 
At that, Steve lurched forward and pulled you onto his lap, placing a kiss on your temple as his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. 
“You spoil me too much, doll.” A simple hum was your only reply and you leaned back into his embrace. 
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About an hour later, both you and Steve got quick showers and tidied up a bit. The only thing Steve had heard about where you were taking him, was that it wasn’t too fancy as you told him to dress casual. As Steve got ready, you asked Sarah if she wanted to come along, but instead she decided to stay back and make some cookies with your mom. 
The two of you then met at the front door where you kissed Sarah goodbye and headed off to the car. Just as Steve was about to get in the driver’s seat, you stole the keys from his grasp and gave him a small “tsk tsk” causing the man to laugh. Earlier, while Steve had gotten dressed, you had been able to sneak out and put a prepared picnic basket in the trunk of the car along with a large blanket. For Steve’s birthday, you were taking him to see fireworks at a nearby park. You knew how much of a sucker he was for fireworks and a good, old fashioned, park picnic. 
As you pulled into the entrance of the park and globs of people sat out on the field, Steve’s eyes started to sparkle with excitement and you couldn't help but grin at him. 
“Babe, is this what I think it is?”
You put the car in park and turned in your seat to fully face Steve, “If you’re thinking fireworks and a picnic, then you’re right. I’m sorry it’s not a lot, but I know how much you-” 
Before you could finish your unnecessary apology, Steve sweetly grabbed your face and pulled you in for an enchanting kiss. 
“It’s perfect, (y/n).” 
Steve’s face softened into a loving look and his azure eyes looked the slightest bit shiny in the moonlight. 
You parted away from the man and exited the car, heading to the trunk where Steve met you. He helped carry the picnic basket despite your pleas for him to not do so. 
The park wasn't too crowded, but there were just enough people for you and Steve to have to search around for a good ten minutes. Eventually you spotted this place under a tree that wasn’t too surrounded and had a perfect view of where the fireworks would be. 
Swiftly, you laid out the plaid picnic blanket and Steve then set down the picnic basket that was filled with the components of your dinner. You began to set out the prepared food, even bringing out a candle, albeit fake, that provided some romantic and not overwhelming lighting.
Since you both had arrived twenty minutes before the show started, it allowed for you and Steve to enjoy the dinner peacefully. You had even packed some desserts but those would be for during the show as a little something to snack on.
Just as the show started, you had finished packing away the last of the Tupperware containers and now settled in between Steve's legs, his chest providing use as a pillow. The man delicately rested his chin on your shoulder and in return, you lovingly rubbed his forearms that laid in your lap.
“Thank you for the best birthday, my love. You’ve given me so much over these past few years and I swear I don’t know what I’d be without you.” 
It was a whisper in your ear, but you still heard it over the loud crackling of the fireworks. 
With a warm smile and quiet giggle, you brought his hand to your lips and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.
“Only you could pull off such a cheesy line, Rogers.” 
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makebank · 4 years ago
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powerpuff girls
summary: bricks writing challenge!! you and your kook boys argue flirt over your costumes. @bricksatanakinswindow
warnings: cursing, drinking, hints/talk of smut
word count: 1.3k
a/n: so this is technically kelce x reader but is pretty much kook boys x reader. the readers just a lil catch and all the boys want her. i just thought it needed two gifs oops
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“Happy Halloween!” You yell in excitement with a little shimmy as Kelce opens the front door. Your elation quickly deflates on sight of the tall boy. He’s too busy ogling your outfit to notice your blatant frown.
“Now that is hot,” he obliviously drools over you. “Kelce! What are you wearing?” He shoots you a puzzled look. You glare as you zone in on his bubblegum pink attire. You already knew what the two dimwits in the vacant house would be wearing. 
“Shit, y/n. I’m sorry. I completely forgot,” he scrambles to apologize for his innocent mistake. Weeks ago you and Kelce had decided to do a couples costume. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, but you were the closest with him out of the trio. It was a cheesy idea but you didn’t care. You two decided one extremely belligerent drunk night that he would be Hugh Hefner, which left you as a playboy bunny. The duo was definitely over done, but in your giddy intoxication it sounded like the best idea ever. You unintelligently assumed he would remember that conversation after that. 
You were left standing on Rafe’s front porch in your lonely lingerie costume. Your large bunny ears on display slightly tilted from your pout. Your tight black one piece hugging all your curves in the right places as your fishnet stockings lengthen your legs. Kelce still standing dumbfounded at your risqué wear and height from your sharp stilettos, you sigh and push past him into the house.
“Holy shit,” Rafe’s jaw falls to the floor as he smacks Topper’s chest to get his attention. Topper’s eyes widen once he realizes what Rafe’s fussing about. “Fuck me. What are you wearing y/n?” You huff at your other friends as they gawk at you, not being used to seeing you show yourself off.
“Well somebody was supposed to match with me, but it looks like the bros beat the hoe this time.” You side eye Kelce as he shuts the front door looking guilty. “I said it was my bad. I was fucked up y/n. Can you ever forgive me?” he begs with his soft eyes and puffed out lip. You always had a weak spot for the broad, sensitive rich-skinned boy. I mean look at him, he’s a tall drink of water and you were always thirsty for him. 
You pretend to mull it over, “I guess so. Anything for my favorite boy.” You wink at him and he instantly perks up. “Hey, what about us?” Topper sulks reeling for your attention. Rafe nods his head in agreement. “You know I love you all. C’mere,” as you motion grabby hands to your boys. They all eagerly wrap you in a group hug.
The boys did look amazing in color, so you couldn’t be too mad while eyeing them. Topper in his bright baby blue shade that brought out his eyes. He was definitely easy on the eyes, with his perfect smile and chiseled jawline. Rafe in a color that normally looked hideous on him was doing him wonders in a different shade. His seafoam green hue made him appear slightly evil, which gave you the chills. Him being Buttercup was fitting, since he was always a little grump. You weren’t sure how you got lucky with the smoking hot trio, but you were easily the main attraction tonight. Their toned and taut bodies had nothing on your wicked figure for the night.
“Now, when did you all decide to be the powerpuff girls?” you tease staring at their matching tight shirts, jeans, and color coordinated vans. They chuckle a little bit remembering the scene. Rafe has a smug look that tells you all you need to know, “Oh, it was just something that Maybank kid said.” Kelce high fives Topper, “It got us thinking about how cool we’d actually look, so here we are.” You narrow your eyes at their logic but decide it’s better not to ask questions.
“Before everyone gets here, shots?” Topper offers always being the first to initiate it. No one disagrees so he starts pouring double shots of vodka. “Doubles already? What are you guys trying to take advantage of me tonight?” you question jokingly scanning their faces.
They all laugh knowing they’d never. “Oh, we wouldn’t have to get you drunk for that. We know you’re dying to get us all in bed,” Rafe smirks sharing glances with the others. Kelce joins in, “All together, too.” And now they’re all doubled over trying to catch their breaths and stop the tears. You laugh along, but silently you know you wouldn’t say no to that. I mean just imagine. You shake your head to rid yourself of those impure thoughts of your friends. 
Topper whips out his snapchat and starts recording as you all down your first shot of the night cheering ‘trick or treat’ together. You love being lame with your best friends. Some people start to arrive, so you make your rounds kissing each of your kook boys on the cheek as you know you won’t see them the whole night. You linger on Kelce just a bit longer and he takes notice looking you up and down. 
Before they all run off you make once last pass at them, “Hm, guess I better go find my Hugh Hefner for the night?” They all instantly glare at you being considerably overprotective of any guy that comes near you. “Not a chance,” Rafe demands. “More like you’re our Hugh and we’re your house bunnies,” Topper lightens the mood but is still just as serious. Bubbles was a good selection for him. You ponder for a moment what they’d look like in a skimpy playboy outfit before Kelce interrupts. “If anyone’s gonna be your man for the night, it’s me.” Kelce was usually not one to speak up and make moves but that double shot apparently hit him. You all stare at him in shock from his confidence. As soon as the surprise wears off, you feel the heat rush through your body at his possession. Him being Blossom finally made sense as he took charge. 
“Is that right?” you play along to his sudden courageousness. He doesn’t miss a beat as he nods his head. It seems as if the others register what’s happening and jump to their defense. “Hey, no fair I called dibs in like 4th grade,” Topper whines. Rafe rolls his eyes. “Fuck your dibs. I’m clearly the hottest, so I win by default.” They all start arguing, something about ‘dibs being sacred’ and ‘who is the hottest’. Clearly you’ve thought about them all that way, but have always been scared to break up your group dynamic. How could you ever choose? But now with the way Kelce had been giving you attention and asserting himself, you may be ready to risk it. 
Nevertheless, for now you were fine with lowkey pining after them all as they did in return. You pour more shots during their debate and start handing them out as a distraction. “To my playboy bunnies?” They all sincerely smile at you and repeat your toast as you clink glasses.
Just as your finishing, the pogue clique saunters in. JJ takes one look at your group as he’s rendered speechless, before they all burst out laughing. “So your boys took my advice to heart, huh?” the blond boasts. You nod your head with a giant grin at how cute they looked, “yeah, it was kind of perfect for them.” JJ decides to be his charming self and take a chance, “You look kind of perfect for me.” You shake your head, he could never pass up a good pick up line and chance to rile up the others. 
You mouth ‘smooth’ at him as the trio surrounds him ready to fight like always. You take this as your cue to leave. “I’m gonna do my rounds. Have fun boys,” you strut off into the now full swing party. You leave the boys who all have a special place for you in their heart to sort out their own problems, as you go find more trouble to stir up. Halloween always did bring out the wild side in everyone. 
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aperrywilliams · 4 years ago
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Something to Say (Spencer Reid)
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Main characters: Spencer Reid, Fem!Reader, Diana Reid.
Summary: Spencer and Reader has to deal with bad news and they support each other in the process.
Word Count: 7476.
Warnings: Contains mentions to illnesses, death and grief. Angst the most part, but some of relieve in the end.
A/N: Hello again lovely people. I wanted to write this fic a time ago, wasn't easy, but hope you appreciate it. Again, all the love to my beta @imagining-in-the-margins​ . Please, impressions, comments and any reaction for this one are welcomed. Thanks for reading. Thanks to @emilouu​ for suggesting the nickname for Reid’s daughter.
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That Thursday I was finishing my shower when (Y/N) came into the bathroom. The water was running but I could hear when she opened the door and said my name, trying to get my attention. I closed the faucet and peeked out the curtain.
“The Day Care Center called. There are problems with the water supply and they aren’t going to receive children today. We have to decide what we are going to do. We could take her to my parents' house, but it's still early.” (Y/N) told me with concern.
"Oh. This is… unexpected.” I replied, grabbing a towel and coming out of the receptacle to dry myself. "Wait, isn't today the presentation you have with Prentiss about the BAU on the FBI’s Board?"
“Yes, it’s today at 9:00, exactly. But perhaps Prentiss could go with JJ…” said (Y/N) pondering the options.
"No way. You've prepared yourself a whole week for that. Don't worry, I'll stay with Emi. If a case comes up, I don't think it'll be a problem. I can assist from here.”
"Spencer, are you sure? I don’t want…"
"Of course. Don't worry, I'm staying with Emi today. I’ll come up with some activities to keep her busy.” I said with a smile.
"You’re an angel and I love you, you know that, right?"
"Yep. I know. I love you too". (Y/N) came up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"I'm going to make breakfast while you get dressed and I’m going to wake up our Sleeping Beauty."
Our little Emily Diana was already 3 years old. It felt like it was only yesterday when I took her in my arms for the first time. Now she was a smart and... very active little girl. In my opinion, a good combination between (Y/N) and me. And while my staying with her that day was unplanned, in my head I managed to organize a short list of things we could do together. 
I dressed her after breakfast and a bath, and later we concentrated on solving some animal puzzles that JJ had given Emi for her birthday. Then we took a coloring book and reviewed some letters and numbers. Of course, my daughter already knew all of them and named them without any problems. We had a mid-morning snack and then played, running around the apartment. It was certainly her favorite activity with me - in addition to the stories I read to her before bed. I'm sure I got ridiculous enough running and running away from a 3- year-old girl, but I didn't care.
The next activity was the 'tickle war'. I was lying on the couch and she was struggling against my tickling attack when my cell phone rang. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was close to 12:30. I was sure that it was (Y/N) to remind me Emi should have lunch at 1:00 p.m, so when I picked up the phone, I didn't even notice the caller ID.
"Reid ..." I replied, laughing even in my role as the 'ticklish monster'.
"Dr. Reid. Good afternoon. Addy Moller speaking." I immediately recognized the voice and the name. She was my mom's caretaker in Brookfield.
"Addy, good afternoon. Tell me how I can help you… did something happen with my mom?” My laugh passed and turned into concern.
"I'm sorry but I must say yes. Diana suffered a physical decompensation earlier today and we transferred her to the hospital. She is being monitored and tested, but at the moment everything is quite uncertain. That's why I’m calling you; I think it would be good if you could come…”. I could hear a certain caution in her voice.
"Which hospital?" I was quick to ask.
It was becoming common that my mom suffered decompensations in her physical health, but this was the first time that led her to the hospital and made them call me with that kind of urgency. I felt something in my stomach made me uncomfortable. I had the phone in my hand and was sitting on the edge of the couch. Emi stood on the sofa and clutched at my neck as if she suspected something was wrong.
"Daddy?" she asked as she tried to climb onto my back.
"I’m sorry pumpkin. Daddy was distracted by the phone. We’ll need to stop playing for now. Daddy will make you lunch while he calls mommy, okay?” She nodded. While I handed her one of his books so she could continue coloring, I dialed (Y/N), who quickly answered.
"Baby, hello! So good you called me. I was just going to call you back to remind you Emi’s lunch…” She stopped talking when she heard a sigh on the other side of the line. "Spencer...? Is something wrong?"
"My mom... is in the hospital. They just called me… and they need me to go there… now.” My voice should hardly have been heard on the other side of the phone.
"Oh, baby. Calm down. I'm coming right now”.
***
After a short brief to the team, I ran out to the parking lot. I got in the car and drove as fast as possible without being reckless. Upon arriving at the apartment, Spencer was finishing feeding Emi. Dropping my purse and jacket to the floor, I immediately went to hug him. I could see his eyes were filled with worry and stress. His body tense and his brain somewhere else. He hugged me back, holding me tight.
"I'm here. Tell me, do you want us to go with you? If you don't want Emi to go, we can leave her with my parents. I called them on the way here and they said she can stay with them.” A stifled sob on my shoulder came first before he could speak again.
"I don’t know..."
I knew that his brain was fighting beyond logic. We finally decided Emily would stay with my parents.
The trip started quietly. I could see Spencer staring out the window, phone in hand, as if he was expecting it to ring at any moment. Occasionally I took his hand, and he squeezed it hard before releasing it. Reid, being cautious as always, didn’t want to distract my driving, but his silence was killing me, knowing his brain was working at 1000%.
"Spencer, talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours. Please, don't leave me out now.” I felt like he was having a hard time swallowing. After another silent moment, he began to speak.
“It's just I always thought I was ready for this moment. But I realized I’m not”. His voice was still, but I could feel the fear in him.
"Baby, you are anticipating an outcome that we don't know will even happen." I said, trying to get him off the ledge in his head.
"Rationally I know there are possibilities. But something beyond the rational tells me exactly what is going to happen, (Y/N), and I'm not ready to let her go.” I could feel how he was trying to hold back the tears.
"I know. But if there is any hope, I think it's only fair that we can hold on to it. Can you do that?”
He nodded and returned his gaze to the window.
***
We got to the hospital and I immediately asked for my mom at the reception desk. I was referred to the 4th floor of Intensive Care, where they told me the treating doctor would explain the details. I took (Y/N)'s hand and went to the elevator. At Intensive Care they told us to wait a few minutes for the doctor to come out to see a patient. There I saw Addy in the waiting room. When she saw me, she came closer.
"Dr. Reid. It’s good you were able to come so fast”. That was her perception. Mine, on the contrary, was that I could never get there fast enough.
"How is she? What are the doctors saying?” I hastened to ask.
"Diana has been dealing with kidney problems for a long time, as you know..." She said trying to contextualize the situation.
"That's correct, I know. That’s the reason we agreed to limit medication last time."
"Indeed. But prolonged exposure throughout her life brings consequences sooner or later. Until now they were manageable, but her body is not working properly anymore. That’s why the doctors want to evaluate possible alternative treatments. But that could also alter her mental state more.”
I was silent. My mother was fighting a battle between her body and her mind now, and nothing I could do or say could help her. "We should wait for the doctor then..." I said, trying to buy time to think and assimilate what I was hearing. Addy nodded. I sat next to (Y/N) to wait. She took my hand, squeezing it every now and then to let me know she was there with me.
My mind took me to the last time that I was in a hospital waiting for news. It was when (Y/N) gave birth to Emily. Although her pregnancy had been relatively uneventful, she had to undergo an emergency c-section. I was nervous, thinking about all the odds associated with the possible outcomes. I thought that my life was about to change dramatically, and I was scared. Although JJ and Prentiss were with me, trying to calm me down, I just couldn't. I remembered my phone ringing at the time. When I saw Addy's name on the identifier, I panicked, thinking something had happened to my mom. Fear that cleared when I heard her voice.
"Mom…?”
"Spencer, honey, I know you're nervous. Your voice gives you away. I also know that my granddaughter is about to be born and you’re surely thinking of all those things that could go wrong. Just stop doing that."
"How do you know (Y/N) is giving birth ...?"
"I just know. I can feel your fear from here... and all the things that are going through your head right now."
"Mom, I don't know how to react. I'm scared, I don't know if I can do it…”
"Honey, I know that. But you need you to focus on the life that is about to see the light. Just let it happen. Don’t overthink it. Feel it and live it.”
"I don't know how to turn off my brain..."
"You can't. But you can make your heart speak louder. Honey, your wife and daughter need you, and you need them. That is all that matters.”
"Dr. Reid?”
A voice saying my name and (Y/N)’s hand squeezing me tight pulled me out of my memory. When I raised my head, I saw the doctor in front of me.
"Doctor... how is my mom?" I asked.
“We have done several tests on Diana and some results are already available. We did a few more tests to be sure. I'm so sorry to have to give you this news Dr. Reid, but Diana is not physically well. She is not reacting to the medication and internal damage will start causing her more problems within the next few hours. We can keep her sedated for as long as necessary, but her condition is unlikely to improve. It is only a matter of hours that her body stops reacting. I'm truly sorry…”
Basically, she was telling me that my mom was dying and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt dizzy. I had a hard time swallowing. I started breathing heavily. I could feel (Y/N) hugging me around my torso and resting her head on my back. It was really happening. Addy, seeing my dismay and my inability to react, began to speak to the doctor.
"Is she conscious? Can we see her?" Addy asked.
“She is sedated for now, but she’ll wake up in a little while. If you want you can be with her in the room.” Replied the doctor.
"Dr. Reid. You should be there…” Addy told me, trying to get me out of my trance.
"Baby. Addy is right. You have to go see her.” Said (Y/N). I couldn't manage to do or say anything; I just nodded, looking for the most coherent words to say.
"Thanks doctor. I'll go. Can I … can I have a moment before?” The doctor and Addy nodded and walked away. I sat on one of the benches with my head buried between my legs and my arms covering my head. (Y/N) hugged me and squeezed tight.
***
It broke my heart to see him shattered like that. I also felt guilty for giving him hope during the trip to the hospital. In 60 minutes everything had turned 180 degrees, and I watched Spencer sink deeper and deeper into anguish and sadness. I would have given anything to not see him like that. I knew there were no words of comfort to ease the powerlessness and pain of that moment, but I needed to let him know that he was not alone; that whatever happened, I was with him, and we could share this burden together.
“Spence. My love, I'm so sorry. I know I have no right to ask you for anything right now, but your mom needs you now. I’ll be with you at all times, for whatever. You know you can count on me…"
"I'm not ready..." He managed to say between sobs.
“Baby, I don’t think we’ll ever be ready for this. But look at me." I tried to pull away the arms that covered his head. "I’m with you. Please, you don't have to carry this alone. Let me be your support, please.” That was how I felt him wrap his arms around my neck and sink his face into my shoulder, crying heartily.
After a few minutes I felt his breathing begin to slowly calm down and the sobs changed to sighs. He raised his head and stared at me with a nod. "Let's go see her". He took my hand and we walked down the hall looking for her room. The reception nurse told us it was 418. We stopped in front of the glass door. From there, Diana could be seen with her eyes closed, connected to machines that monitored her vital signs, as well as her intravenous line in one of her arms.
"Do you want to be alone with her? I can stay here until you tell me." He nodded and kissed me on the forehead, entering the room. I took my phone out of my pocket. Although I still had a lump in my throat, I had to notify the team. They had to know what was going to happen.
***
I approached slowly and saw how her breathing synchronized with the sound of the machines that she was connected to. She was still sedated. I took one of the chairs in the corner of the room and pulled it over to the side of the bed. I sat up and took one of her hands, squeezing it gently. She looked so peaceful. If it weren't for the noise from the machines, I could even imagine that it was a normal day in the sanatorium, and that I was just watching her nap. I didn't know if she could hear me, but I started talking to her, anyway.
"Hi Mom. It's me, Spencer. I came as fast as I could. (Y/N) is here too. She didn't let me drive this far. You know how she is; she worries a lot when she sees me nervous. Yes, I’m nervous. I'm... I'm sad. You know I don't like to see you like this…” Clearly, I received no response. "I’ll be here until you wake up. Don’t worry. Just... rest. We can talk when you wake up... "
A frustrated sigh left my body. Everything seemed so futile to me at the time. Surreal. I looked towards the door and saw (Y/N) on the phone, scratching her forehead and then rubbing her neck. Signs of concern. I couldn't have wished for a better partner in this life; despite all the things we’d faced in our relationship, both before and after we were married, not a day went by that I wasn’t grateful to have her by my side. I remembered when I told my mom. Sure, I had already told her about (Y/N) in my letters, but it wasn't until that moment that I realized what I felt for her was true love.
"You really love her, don’t you? In your letters you always talk about her like a teenager in love.”
"I don’t know. To love I think is... a big thing. But yes, I think so. I love her. It's been like this for a while now…”
"And why didn't you tell her yet?"
"I don’t know. What if she doesn't feel the same way?”
“Honey, of course she won't feel the same. We are talking about another human being. But doesn't mean she can't love you. I think we have talked about this several times. I know you fear rejection and your father is responsible for that. We have not made your life easy, Spencer, but that doesn't mean you should run away from the possibility of being happy.”
"Should I tell her?"
"Certainly, yes. Tell her. Be honest with what you feel and what you want. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. Honey, life is long and hard. And you deserve to have someone you can share that with. All of it. The good and bad."
It was after that talk that I confessed my love to (Y/N). To my surprise, she laughed, saying that she felt the same way about me for a long time. Thus, we began our relationship. Apparently, I just needed a little "push." The memory made me smile. My mom always had wise words for me. In her way of seeing life, she has helped me build mine; with the good and the bad.
When I got married to (Y/N), we managed to get my mom to be at the ceremony. I couldn't even conceive of the fact she couldn't be there. Although it did mean postponing the date a few times. Logistically it wasn’t a big deal either, we never wanted to have a great ceremony or many guests. Her family and mine, which included my mom and the entire BAU, of course. When the ceremony was over, she approached me to speak to me. Surely my smile and happiness reached to heaven.
“I’m so happy to see you like this. I think it's been years since I've seen you smile like that. Not even when you were little kid. I want you to know that I’m proud of you, of what you have achieved and of the man you have become. Today you have a new mission in your life: to make that woman as happy as she makes you feel now."
"Thanks Mom. Thanks for being with me right now. I really needed you here."
"I know darling. I'm just sorry the fact because of me you had to postpone the date so many times."
"Don´t. Don’t say that. (Y/N) also agreed that and there was no problem with that.”
"Just make her happy, Spencer. Because I already know she makes you happy. Just don't take anything for granted. Build your love day by day. Don't let the routine end up killing the love you feel for each other.”
And of course there was a lot of sense in her words. Four years had passed since our wedding, and it has not been easy. Having a relationship with our jobs was not a piece of cake. Nurturing our relationship was also part of the day to day. We had our ups and downs, but every time some obstacle came between us, I remembered those words and repeated to myself what really matters.
Deep in that memory, I didn't see when (Y/N) entered the room. I only realized her arms go around my neck as she kissed me on the head.
"Do you want me to bring you something? A coffee?" She whispered to me. I shook my head and clung to her arms.
"Stay with me for a moment, please."
She gave me another kiss on the head as a way of agreeing to my request. "Of course, as long as you need to."
We were silent for a while. She knew tears were running down my cheeks, but she didn't want to stop them, so she just hugged me tight. I'm sure tears ran down her cheeks, too. For me, for her, for both of us. We were in this together. I couldn't help but break the silence by verbalizing my thoughts.
"What if she doesn't recognize me? If I don't have the chance to say goodbye to her?" I felt my own voice break.
"Don’t think that. You are her son. Although her mind may not recognize you, surely her heart does. She has told you many times.” Said (Y/N) trying to comfort me.
It was true. On her good days and her bad days, I'd never stopped thinking about it. The last time she was lucid, a few months ago, she repeated it to me again.
"I just want to thank you for being my son. For being with me even if I'm not with you most of the time. Although my mind can't even remember your name or your face, know that in my heart, I’ll always love you as I have never loved anyone else in this world.”
"You don't have to thank me... I'm the one who is grateful to be your son."
“I know. It's just that I wish I could tell her so many things now." Although at that minute, I didn't know exactly what, but I did know that I needed to tell her things.
"Will you be able to do it? Of course you can do it.” replied (Y/N), trying to encourage me as she sat on my lap and stroked my hair, still hugging me.
We were like that for a long time; silent. This time I had neither the strength nor the interest in looking at the clock, but at one point I saw my mom's face contort, a sign the sedation was wearing off.
When I saw her open her eyes, I was afraid. On the one hand, I was relieved to see her awake again, but I was afraid that she wouldn't recognize me, and it would be the same as if she were sleeping... or worse.
"Spencer?" Hearing her voice, even if it was almost in a whisper, was a relief. (Y/N) and I immediately got up from the chair.
"Mom, I'm here." I moved closer so she could have a better view of my face.
"Sweetie. I’m sorry I scared you. I don't know why Addy called you; I feel good now."
Damn it. Hearing that broke my heart. Was she deliberately lying to me? Did she really believe it? How could I tell her something? I looked at (Y/N) with pleading eyes. I didn't know what to say. She just stroked my back as she whispered in my ear.
"Give her time. Just stay with her. I’ll go to inform the doctors she is awake.” She kissed me on the forehead and left the room. I knew it was a moment that I had to have alone with her.
***
I left the room towards the nurse's desk to report that Diana had woken up so they could contact the doctor. I didn't want to go back to the room. I knew I had to give them space and let them be alone. Despite all his fears and apprehensions, I knew Spencer would do and say the right things.
I went to one of the coffee machines and by inertia, I placed a few coins to extract perhaps the worst coffee I’d ever had in my life. But that didn't matter; at least having the feeling of doing something kept my head busy. With the cup of coffee in my hand, I sat for a few minutes on one of the benches in the waiting room.
With my eyes fixed on the dark liquid, I remembered the time I told Spencer I was pregnant. He was ecstatic. We hadn’t been consciously planning to have children, but we certainly both wanted it. The first things he said to me after "I love you" was "no more coffee," followed by "we have to tell my mom."
After our appointment with the doctor and knowing that things were going well with the pregnancy, we went to the sanitarium to see Diana. The first time we were not very lucky. She was on one of her bad days. Thankfully, she was able to recognize Spencer at the end of the visit. He was frustrated and sad, but I told him we had a lot more time to tell her and to that we could try another day. So we did; that second time we had better luck. She was much more lucid than the previous times.
“So it is true that you’ll give me a grandson or granddaughter. You haven't wasted your time…” She said, laughing.
"Mom, please." Spencer was still embarrassed by those kinds of comments.
"Spencer, no 'mom, please.' I just want to tell you both one thing: I know you’ll love that son or daughter with all your heart, but you’ll have to learn so many things! And I don't mean just learning how to change diapers or how to make a bottle – I mean how to live and let live another person who came out of your own womb, who may be the exact reflection of yourself. I think it is one of the most difficult things for a mother or father to experience. I tell you from my own experience…”
Being that Emily was still little, I didn't know if I could understand those words at their best yet, but not a day went by that I didn't remember them. Instinctively, I brought my free hand to my belly. Surely we would not only live this process with Emily. A couple of days ago I found out I was pregnant again, but I hadn't told Spencer yet. It was very recent, and I wanted to go to my first appointment before I told him. Well, there will be time for that later, I thought.
"(Y/N)?" JJ's voice brought me out of my thoughts. When I raised my head, the entire BAU team was in my view. There I realized that I hadn’t  even taken a sip of the coffee in my hand, and the smell was starting to bother me.
"Where's Reid?" Prentiss asked.
"He is with his mom now." I said, pointing to the hall where the room was. “She woke up very recently. She was sedated." Everyone gave me an empathetic look. I got up from the bench so that I could talk to them.
"How is Reid?" Rossi asked.
“Shattered. Powerless. Frustrated… I don't know what else could I say…” I shrugged and dumped the coffee in the trash can.
"And you? How are you doing?" Tara asked.
I could only scratch the base of my neck in despair. "I don’t know. I wish I could do much more... but I can only be there for him. There isn't anything else I can do.” I had not wanted to cry openly in all those hours because I was supposed to be my husband's support, but the situation was overwhelming me. In that moment, I released everything. Prentiss hugged me tight to comfort me.
"That is why we are all here, for whatever you need. We will stay here as long as necessary,” said Penelope.
"Thank you, guys. I know Spencer will appreciate it as much as I do," I said between disguised sobs on Emily's shoulder.
***
I took a deep breath and looked at my mom with a warm smile before continuing to speak.
"It’s okay, Mom. I wanted to see you anyway… that's why I'm here.” I tried to say something non-specific while finding out where we were.
"But look at this mess! These machines, these tubes… they should take all of this away from me,” she said in a frustrated tone.
"Mom... they can't. The doctors say they are necessary to monitor how you are doing and give you your medicine.” I tried to reason with her.
"The 'doctors,'" she murmured sarcastically. “Spencer, could it never be on my terms? Not even my own death?” She said, almost in a plea.
There I heard it; the proof that she knew. She was fully aware of what was going on. Would I to lie to her? I couldn't think of anything else to do.
"It’s necessary, so that you can recover."
Yes, I lied, trying to omit what had just come out of her mouth. It seemed the easiest thing to say. She looked at me with those eyes that rebuke you for lying. I felt like a child again.
“Honey… don't do that. We both know I’m not leaving here unless I’m in a coffin.”
Why did she have to be so rude while saying it? She said it as if it were the most natural and obvious outcome. Didn't she know it hurt me? Didn't it hurt her to say it?
"Mom, please... don't say that." I replied in protest.
"Do you want me to lie to you? I never liked lying to you, Spencer. You know that." Although her voice was soft, given her state and the narcotics traveling through her body, she denoted the same determination of her habitual character.
And yes; Diana Reid had never lied to me in her life, and she wasn’t going to start on her deathbed. Her ‘deathbed’. The thought of it made me finally collapse in front of her. I could see tears in her eyes too.
"Honey, look at me. I know this is difficult. Not that I have experienced it before, but we both knew this moment would come.”. I took her hand and squeezed it hard so that she knew I was listening, but I didn't want to open my eyes.
"It’s… just ... I'm not ready." My words were barely more than whispers.
"Me neither... but here we are." She squeezed my hand, and I finally opened my eyes. She had a wistful smile drawn on her face. “Sometimes we just have to let things happen. And don't think I 'm despising my life. Especially my life after having you. I have always told you that… that you are the best thing that could have happened to me in life. It would never be otherwise."
At that moment, the doctor in charge entered with some nurses. They checked the machines and brought a folder with papers that I assumed were my mom's medical records.
"Diana, how do you feel?" Asked the doctor.
"I've been better. Although at least I can recognize my son; I guess that puts me on one of my good days.” The sarcasm – my favorite inheritance. The doctor looked at me as if wanting to move away from her to talk to me.
"Mom, I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
"No. Whatever you have to discuss, do it here, in front of me. I don't want anything hidden from me. And if possible, I wish I could make decisions for myself too. After all, it is me who is dying.” Her tone was serious, but her voice trembled. A deep sigh ripped from my body. Yes, I owed her. It had to be on her terms. I looked at the doctor and nodded. She understood and began to speak.
"Well. Dr. Reid, Diana. Final examinations confirm the diagnosis of failure we had detected earlier. In the last hours we have tried 3 different routes of treatment to see if we can control the damage, but… none have worked. Sedation has helped with the pain, but it’ll start to get more intense in the next few hours. We have two options. We can maintain high levels of narcotics that will lessen the pain but keep you sedated, or we can work at lower levels, but that will bring more discomfort... but you will be conscious."
Before I could say anything, my mom stepped in. "How many hours?" Asked my mom looking at the ceiling.
"It is difficult to know exactly, but our estimate is between 4 and 6 hours." The doctor tried to explain.
"I want the second option," my mom said without even grimacing. I looked at her immediately.
"But mom, that means you will feel pain and be uncomfortable..."
She cut me off immediately. "Spencer, please, I'd rather take advantage of every hour  I have left with you than be some kind of Sleeping Beauty."
"Do you agree, Dr. Reid?" The doctor asked me. I couldn’t disagree; she wanted it. I nodded.
“Well, we’ll prepare everything for dosing and monitoring of your condition. Any changes you experience and needs that appears along the way; we can make adjustments for."
"Thank you." My mom and I said at the same time. The doctor nodded empathetically and left the room.
"Spencer, I know what you are thinking now, but I thank you for letting me make this decision.”
"I know, mom. I know." I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Well. I want to know. How is my granddaughter? How are things going with (Y/N)? Is she here? Tell me as if you were writing one of your letters. I love your letters, you know that".
I sat in the chair next to her and, without releasing her hand, I began to summarize the past few weeks just as if I were writing her a letter, with all the details I knew she wanted to know.
***
The waiting room was silent. With what little I had eaten, I began to feel sick. I had to go to the bathroom. The morning sickness had started, and in addition to the stress, it seemed to get worse. My cell phone vibrated. It was a message from Spencer: He wanted me to come to the room. I got out of the bathroom and informed the guys I had to go back. They nodded and said they would stay there and wait for news.
When I stepped inside, I saw Diana awake and with a smile on her face. Spencer saw me and got up from his chair.
"Mom, I told you that (Y/N) was here." He took me by the waist to bring me closer to where she was.
"Hello my dear. I'm sorry you have to see me this way. I hope you don't mind,” said Diana, as if it were a very normal day.
“Diana, there is nothing to apologize for. How are you feeling?”
"I think so far they have been quite balanced with the doses." She said, pointing to her intravenous line. I gave her an empathetic smile. She stared at me like she was analyzing me. That was not unusual for her, but given the circumstances I didn't think she would do it.
"How are you? How have you been feeling lately?" She asked me. I looked at Spencer, confused. I thought maybe he had said something to her about being stressed from work or my isolated headaches. He looked back at me just as confused.
"Fine. Well, there is plenty of work at BAU. And Emily is also quite amount of work.” I said, laughing. She gently nodded.
"And you’ll have more work with the new one." She said nonchalantly upon seeing my belly. I froze, immediately feeling Spencer's eyes on me. I don't know what Diana saw, but she knew immediately.
"Are you…?" Spencer asked to me.
"Honey, it's obvious. Apparently you are not paying too much attention.” Diana said. I just nodded before she looked at me again, “Darling, I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, but I'm glad to know that your family is going to grow, even though I won't be there to see it.” She spoke with a sigh.
At that time the nurses came back in to check on Diana's condition. They asked us to leave the room for a moment. In the hallway, Spencer looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"Baby, I didn't want to tell you because it's so recent. I only took the tests a few days ago. I have an appointment with the doctor next week. I’m sorry.” I tried to apologize.
"It's okay. I’m not reproaching you for anything. Come here." He pulled me with one of his hands and hugged me tight. "Sorry that I can't be more animated, but it really seems like fantastic news to me."
"You don’t have to apologize. It's not the right time now either, I know.”
"As you can see, my mom always has other plans." He said muffling his voice in my hair.
"How she is doing?" I took advantage of asking to him. He related what was coming. He looked much calmer than at the beginning of the day. Resigned? Perhaps.
Although the passing of the hours meant a painful countdown, Spencer managed to share with Diana the most intimate of her mother-son relationship. I must say I always admired the way they cared about each other. Spencer trying to be the protective son while Diana, in her role as mother, always looked to teach him new things; advise him, support him, even if they didn’t see each other on a daily basis. The kind of bond that many families, no matter how much time they spend together, never achieve.
The last medical check-up showed Diana was declining, and that pain was not so subtle without the medication. The doctor again offered the option of sedation, which Diana refused.
***
I could see her face more uncomfortable than in the prior hours. You could tell she was breathing harder and her eyes were heavier. She insisted on being conscious as far as her body would allow. I never abandoned her side. Neither of us could speak. She didn’t because it was more physically difficult; I didn’t because I felt a lump in my throat from the powerlessness of seeing her in pain. We were silent. It was early morning, but the first ray of daylight hadn’t yet appeared. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Honey, what are you thinking...?” She asked softly.
"That I don’t like to see you in pain..."
She could barely smile. "I don't care about pain. I’m happy that you are with me. That is enough for me.” She said, closing her eyes and giving a deep sigh. You could tell it was more effort than she was willing to admit.
"Mom... I..." I wanted to be honest with her, but it was hard for me to get out of my 'I'm fine' role.
"Just say it, Spencer. Don't keep it. Especially not now…” She said in an almost inaudible voice.
"Mom, I'm scared. I’m afraid to let you go, and it's not just because I love you, it's because I don't know who I am in this world if I'm not your son. If I'm not here to protect you." I started crying again.
"Spencer... that's a role you've had for a long time." She told me in a whisper.
"It’s what I am..."
"No. You, my dear son, you are more than that. What we are in the world... can change. It's part of life. You have to move forward. You have to keep going. Do it for me, for you, for your family… Please.”
"How do I do that...?" I asked almost rhetorically.
"Just do it. You've been a wonder boy for many years. You are an adult now. A loving husband, an exceptional father… Just keep going.”
"I promise I’ll try. I swear, I’ll try… ” I said, squeezing her hand.
"I know. And I know you’ll succeed. Because you are my son, and I know you and I love you.”
Those were her last words.
The next few minutes were silent. All I could do was take her hand to try and comfort her through the pain. When the grip of her hand became languid, I realized she had passed away. The constant, deafening sound of the machines was only a confirmation of what I already knew.
A sob tore from my throat. Within a second the room filled with doctors and nurses. I couldn't let go of her hand. I didn’t dare; I couldn’t. (Y/N) took my arm, helping me to release my mom's hand. Helping me let her go.
“Spencer. We have to get out of the room. Come on love, let's go.” Nodding, I followed her into the hall. (Y/N) started talking to me to get me out of my shock. "It's okay. Everything will be fine. She is fine now. She is no longer suffering. You could be with her to the end. You let her go on her terms. I’m proud of what you did, Spencer, and I'm sure that she is even more proud.” I managed to hug her and sank my head into her shoulder.
***
"I'm going to miss her so much..." He told me as I gently stroked his head, trying to calm him down.
"I know, baby. I know. But you’re not alone; we’re not alone. We are together in this. We’ll get through it, I promise."
Those were the only words that came out of my mouth. I knew the pain was not going to go away quickly. I knew this would be slow, but I was willing to do whatever it took to help him. I sincerely hoped that he knew that.
We held each other for a while. Then it was him who broke the embrace, looking me in the eyes and resting his hands on my shoulders to make sure I was paying attention to him.
“I couldn't be luckier to have you by my side. And if I have to repeat it every day of my life, I’ll do it, because I don't want to take anything for granted between us. Thank you for being with me. I love you, (Y/N)”. His words were accompanied by a warm little smile; a promise that things would be okay, eventually.
"Always. Never doubt that I love you, Spencer Reid. And I’ll be forever grateful to Diana for raising such a unique and wonderful person like you."
Before walking to the waiting room, I told him that the entire team was there. I didn't want to disturb him with a surprise at a time of such vulnerability. He nodded, taking my hand, and we continued toward the waiting room. Seeing them, he couldn't let the tears run down his cheeks. I released his hand so that he could receive everyone's affection. Another way to show him that he was not alone in this; that there were people who would always be there for him.
***
I never expected to see so many people on the day of her funeral. In addition to my current BAU team, Derek, Aaron, Alex, and Kate were there, along with some of my mom's ex-students, part of the Brookfield workers, and others I didn’t recognize. I received many hugs and words of reassurance.
It was time for my speech. I looked at (Y/N) and our little Emily, who could hardly understand what was happening. I cleared my throat and started to speak.
Of course, Diana Reid would not have liked it all to be sadness, so when I saw the audience laugh at some of the anecdotes I told, I felt that she was smiling at me from where she was now. It was my time for the last words.
“… she always had something to say… something to say to me. In her own way, she taught me to be the man I am now. I’ll forever be grateful for that. And if there is something I aspire to in my life, it is to be able to teach my daughter and my next child so many things, as my mother taught me. And I know that she is proud of me; she told me that many times. But I want to continue to honor that pride for the rest of my life. I want to continue being the worthy son that she deserves, even though her body is no longer here. Now I only have one more thing to say... something to tell you, mom. Thank you for letting me be your son. I love you."
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When The Wine Wears Off - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)
‘Direct’ Sequel to Sugar... I might have skipped a scene or two
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Author’s Note: Oh my gosh, okay. Okay. The thing I’m most worried about... and why it’s taken me more than a year after finishing it to post it is that it detracts from Sugar.  I don’t want it to do that. But I also talked to my girl, my partner in crime ms. @mandy23b​ extensively about this and we came to the conclusion that I should post it.  Sugar is the 4th most popular fic on my blog. And every time I get a note on it I get a shot of serotonin. I know how much it means to you. I would like to tell you, have no fear, there’s a third part.
@alotofrandomfangirling​ - as you are the original brain behind Sugar, I just wanted to personally thank you (again!) for all the joy Sugar has brought to me and others 💕 
Disclaimer: RPO & associated characters nothing to do with me / I literally cannot not make everything I do have some kind of angsty twist to it and really someone should stop me / gifs not mine / lyrics not mine / completely tonally different from its predecessor. 
Premise: You know the exact 3 word phrase that Nolan Sorrento wants to hear, but saying it will end up more trouble than it’s worth...
Words: 5013
Warnings: Angst/hurt / swearing / a massive misunderstanding & twisted viewpoint. / sexual connotations
______ The keys are still hanging in the front door You're hanging all over me And in between kisses I hear you whisper something 'bout loving me There's a half a glass sitting on the table The other half spilled on the bed I'm halfway believing you're really meaning Every sweet word you just said Or is it just that bottle of red When the wine wears off And the buzz is gone When the room starts spinning around and 'round Will you still be holding on Have we lost our minds Or is your kiss that strong Tell me will you still be mine Baby when the wine wears off When I wake up in the morning Will you be in my arms When the sun starts shining through those blinds Will you mean what you said in the dark Or will I have a headache and a broken heart I don't want you to stop kissing me now Keep on loving me laying me down I close my eyes and hide from these doubts Do my best to not worry about When the wine wears off ---
Nolan grabbed another bottle - one you were too busy kissing him to find out the year or place of - and carried you from his office. That tub of ice-cream was long finished, but you were still feeling the after affects; he was careful down the stairs and out onto IOI plaza. You'd both hastily re-dressed - but also knew there was no way that you were making it back to his apartment. Luckily, Nolan had his own (barely used one) on the plaza that offered the same kind of comfort. Hell; would it have mattered as long as it had a bed?
He pushed you up against the glass of the elevator, your legs around his waist and you sighing his name - it slowed for the floor both too quick and not quick enough. You already knew a multitude of bruises would be present along your neck and shoulders tomorrow. Nolan was only too content to add to them.
You reached his apartment and he finally put you down; but you were already loosening his tie again - Nolan chuckled, recapturing your lips, and pulled you into the kitchen. Setting the bottle down he collected two glasses, and poured as you teased his neck yourself - sliding your hands under his shirt as you undid the buttons; leading to you raking your nails across his skin. You liked the groan that rose in his chest to match the shiver that ran through him and into you at your close contact. You were sure you’d be drawing plenty of those from him before the night was through…
The wine was just as good, if not better than his 1999 bottle. But this one was clearly not designed to be drunk as slow. Or he simply didn't care; Nolan had downed the glass and was pouring another by the time you reached the bedroom, and you had a distinct feeling that it was the after effects of the first bottle calling the shots here. You were determined to keep up with his glasses though; so maybe it was all going to your head too fast... Dragging him down onto the bed you relieved him of his clothing far quicker than you had in his office - and soon enough you were one again. (This time ice cream not included.)
This was heaven and, with your hands in Nolan’s hair and him sighing your name just as often as you were moaning his, you knew you were exactly where you wanted to be. Probably for the rest of your life. And you had to tell him that... Kissing him you had to tell him that. NOW. Right now. No other time would possibly be more perfect. And you sighed it, about as romantic and blissful as you thought you could get, and every word the truth: "Nolan, I love you...”
He almost snapped out of it right then, almost a little confused. Nolan’s heart began to race but he swallowed hard to keep that feeling at bay. You were just saying what he wanted to hear... That was all, nothing more to it than that... But you'd never said it before. He didn't ask you to. Because that wasn't the relationship you shared. You were tipsy, hell, maybe you were completely drunk by now. But... I love you? There was no way you were saying that and meaning it. It just felt right to say it in that moment, he got that. He felt that too. But he fought the elation that made him feel - after all, how could a girl like you possibly love a man like him?
 ***
 When Nolan awoke he had a pounding headache, and cursed himself. He knew he'd wasted a pretty good bottle of wine; and half of it was probably spilled around this apartment...
He rubbed his eyes, aware you were still there tangled up with him. Nolan turned with a gentle smile, you were good to him, and exactly what he wanted and needed when he needed it. You'd come into his life at a good time... Maybe the perfect time... He tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear to frame your face. And that made him smile even more. You stirred momentarily, mumbling something in your sleep, but didn't wake. Which was probably good, considering you'd have as much of a splitting headache as he did.
Nolan slipped from your embrace and crossed to the closet. He supposed that the board might call him in for a meeting today about Parzival and the big scoreboard... He cursed under his breath; this would all still work out. He had to believe that it would. He selected his suit, tie and shirt - dressing quickly he left you to wake up naturally, and decided the only thing for his headache was about as many aspirin as he thought he could handle! Nolan waited up for you, but as he did bits and pieces of the night previous flashed in his head, and that ‘confession’ of yours came around, and around, and around again… And he couldn’t shake it, or suppress it, no matter how much he tried.
His bedroom door closed, and you were already dressed and ready for the day, another flatteringly short black dress. Nolan smirked at that, shaking his head before turning back to his computer as he caught up on all the latest business news. “Morning…” But you still had that sweet as sugar voice. And ‘I Love You’ resounded in his head once more. “Morning.” His reply was almost too short, and his glance to you was wary. “…Are you okay?” “Yes.” Again – Nolan was playing too short. And you thought he knew it as much as you did. “Are you sure?” You took a step forward, unsure yourself. “Uh…” He looked around his apartment, anywhere but at you, and he took several deep breaths; most of which evoked sighs “Uh, I…” Nolan realised he might have to ask you about it, because you were getting close and closer and he couldn’t not answer you now. “Y/N… L-Last night you…” You weren’t sure where this was going to go, and part of you flushed because there wasn’t a lot you remembered, was he about to tell you something really embarrassing?! “…You told me… that you loved me.”
You stopped your walk, opening your mouth without a sound. Did you? Maybe that was accidental… but you couldn’t deny that was how you felt. But why did Nolan look so nervous about it? Did he think it wasn’t the truth? Was he worried it wasn’t the truth? “If I did, I meant it.” His face scrunched for a moment in confusion, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you, “What?” but there was something seriously wrong with the tone of his voice, and the clarity that rose in his eyes – that you didn’t notice until it was too late. “I do, I love you.” You only wanted to give him assurance. To turn that confused frown into a smile, to make Nolan feel like you knew he wanted to feel. That man was starved of touch and love… And you were quite prepared to stand here and admit that you could step up and give him both.
It was a fatal mistake. “Don’t.” “Nolan… Wh…” “Stop it!” That confusion across his face was quickly turning to anger. “Why? Don’t you want me to… didn’t you hear what I…? I love you-!” You didn’t understand, why would he act like this over something he wanted so bad? He grabbed your wrist, and it was tight and painful, making you gasp. "N-Nolan-!" "Shut up! SHUT UP! I told you to shut up!!" You didn't think you'd ever seen him so mad, and that look in his eyes made you scared. "But I..." Your voice was meek against his tirade, "Nolan I lo-" "STOP IT! STOP-! DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT AGAIN!!" Apparently, that vice grip could get tighter, and when he was satisfied that you weren't about to open your mouth again, he yanked you out of the apartment. Nolan didn't once let you go, nor look at you, or talk to you. And you were on the verge of tears.
So this was the truth; that you would be just like everyone else. That you would tell him something like that to mock him in the cruellest way. Nolan might have been used to this, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less when it happened. But he wouldn’t have thought that you would be one of them; taking advantage of the fact that Nolan wanted to hear it more than anything. That you would make him believe it – just to make him weak and vulnerable, so he would say ‘I love you’ back heart bleeding just for you to flash a smirk, and laugh, and say ‘I’m joking. Who could love you?’. Well this time he wasn’t about to stand for it. Everything he loved always left. Nolan was beginning to think it wasn’t even worth considering, let alone waiting for. That he would every truly be loved by anyone. His behaviour right now was a trigger response, something he found uncontrollable because he was so afraid of those closest to him leaving. What it created in Nolan was a person angry and volatile, violent, unforgiving. A heartless man.
 ***
 You entered the IOI HQ and his walking pace picked up. "Nolan-!" You tried again, hoping the panic was present in your voice and would let him know how scared you were, "Nolan-! Please-!" To no avail, he just kept dragging you.
Your eyes widened when you realised what floor he was taking you to. LOYALTY. Now you were desperate; you would do anything to fix this. You would do anything to fix it anyway - maybe you'd said it too soon. Maybe he didn't feel the same - and didn't want to feel the same. But to you that was okay. You could go back to what it was - why couldn't he let you apologise and go back?! "Nolan, I'm sorry---!!!" Your wail and pull against his grip didn't even make him turn around. He stopped, finally, outside a room and pushed the door open. "In here." "Nolan... I'm sorry... Let me fix this... Baby, I-" "DON'T." He raised his voice again, and like yours was shaking in panic, his was shaking in anger. "Don't make me say it again." He turned those horrifyingly cold blue eyes on you, "And I'm not your baby."
You stepped into a grey room, with tables and chairs - and a single window looking out onto the loyalty centre blocks. He slammed the door behind you and disappeared. You bit your lip and tried to take a deep breath; nothing helped as you rubbed your wrist - now red, and indented with his fingers. The tears started running. You couldn't go back here... Surely he wouldn't make you go back to loyalty over this? It was three little words. It didn't even have to mean anything no matter how serious you were about it. Nolan wasn't taking it well, and maybe he needed a minute to calm down... Maybe he just needed a minute... And you could talk it out, he could tell you there was no love between you and there never would be love between you. And that was fine with you, if that's what he wanted. If you got to be close to him that would have to do. You sat, body shaking, and covered your face with your hands.
Nolan please... Anywhere but loyalty again...
 **
F'Nale almost looked at him in disbelief. "No." "No-!? Why not- I cannot go back in there-!" She folded her arms; "You made your bed Nolan, you can go lie in it now. I didn't drag her down to loyalty. I'm damn well not putting her back in the box." She jabbed her finger at him, "If you want her back in the loyalty centre, put her there yourself." "I can't." He looked away from her momentarily and bit his lip. "Then get her out!" F'Nale almost couldn't see the problem here, and she also kinda liked you. You seemed to do good things for Nolan that put him in a good mood - which made him so much easier to deal with. But, no, apparently now he wanted to be an idiot. Though she wasn't exactly sure what about, and wasn't about to ask at the way he was being so vague about it. He gave her a dark look. That was a no too.
She sighed, exasperated: "Nolan. You cannot keep her in holding. Either get her out, or put her back in loyalty. But if you put her in loyalty - you're dragging her to that box yourself and turning the system on. I'm having nothing to do with this. Last time I arrested her and put here in there YOU were the one that got her out!" "I know." He gritted his teeth, "And I shouldn't have." Oh. F'Nale hoped her face was stoic enough. This wasn't good.
 **
 When he returned and opened the door you had stopped crying. Nolan stepped back from the door, "Ms. L/N, please step out." "Nolan-" "Come with me." Even now he wouldn't look at you, or let you finish any sentences. But you were determined to show him you would do exactly as he said; nothing less. Damn her! He could tell as his eyes flicked to your face that you'd been crying. And that sent a shot of pain straight to his heart that he couldn't ignore.
‘Nolan, use your head. She's lying to you. A girl like that would never love a man like you. She's telling you things to get something from you. Who is she working for, who does she see and contact when you aren't around...? Remember what she's here for in the first place. And you know this is the right thing to do...’
 He walked you down the rows of blocks, and you wondered where exactly he was taking you. You knew that the stairs at the end of the room would lead up a couple of floors to the War Room, and then his office, because you'd been escorted there by an employee when Nolan had given you his original proposal. Maybe he'd rather have this conversation there. That would make sense - it might be a screaming match of both of you trying to get your points across, even though you'd hope not. But he stopped suddenly, and turned to you. "Get in." You weren't sure he was serious at first, searching his face, with those hard grey-blue staring eyes. For once there was no getting passed that look."Nol-" He indicated to the tiny cell again. And you recognised the number immediately. It had been the one you'd been placed in originally. "No...NO, no, no, no!" His name became panic and refusal; "Nolan, please don't do this--!" "Don't make me pick you up and throw you in there, Y/N..." "Nolan what did I do-!? Please let me fix this...!" Why could he see how you felt about him? Why wouldn't he believe you? He was breaking your heart - couldn't he even see that?! "Begging won't save you now..." Nolan shook his head, and there was almost amusement to his voice. And you realised; he didn't believe a word you said. He thought that ‘I Love You’ was messing with him. That you couldn't possibly just say that for any reason other than wanting information that you might give to a clan... Maybe even this Parzival guy. Was that really what he thought of you?
But you were desperate: "Nolan, whatever you think of me, I swear I haven't done anything! I would NEVER do anything to hurt you... Nolan, please, I mean it... I-" He placed his hands either side of you, forcing you through the open door of the box, "Nolan, I love you." "Don't you DARE fucking say that lie again." He spat it. And you realise exactly what you'd done wrong. "Nolan-" "Don't even say my name again." "But, I-" He pushed you backwards, hard, and you tripped, slamming into the back of the glass structure hard. Ow-! Was about the last thing on your mind as the doors began to close on him. "NO!" You screamed it, running for the opening but all too late. "NOLAN PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!! NOLAN!!!" You slammed your hands against the glass, "Nolan! PLEASE!!!! I WANT TO FIX THIS!!! PLEASE!!!!" Anything but Loyalty. You knew what happened, people died here… And you knew your debts were about to increase tenfold.
Nolan Sorrento took one step at a time backwards, shaking his head. But he looked at you, he could hold your eyes. He could see how afraid you looked, how upset, how heart broken. And somehow all he could think was that you deserved it. He kept walking like this, when he could still see you hitting the glass but couldn't hear your voice... And eventually had to turn away. His heart was breaking too; but how else were you going to learn? The last thing you saw, even when you vision was blurry with your tears running, was his back as Nolan walked back up those stairs to his office. And you knew it was over.
You would be just another girl stuck in the system; and you'd never get to love Nolan again.
 ***
It felt like the easiest thing to calmly, coldly, walk away from you.  He didn’t even feel the need to look back, and as he climbed those stairs out of loyalty and to his office, he was already planning to get rid of every trace of you from his apartment. It would take him no time at all and he would feel nothing. Nolan was done with you, and now you were back in loyalty, he’d more than just dealt with it.
It didn’t take long for his feelings to fine tune themselves and hit him full force – at first Nolan was incensed. Your lying to him had broken his heart, he could have had you with him forever had you not betrayed him in such a way. So anything he needed his loyalty workers to do that sounded hardest, he made sure went on your roster. And there was no shame in that. He wanted to make you pay. “Sounds hard?” “Probably, Sir…” Then he gave that spiteful nod that F’Nale was starting to hate seeing: “…Send it to 25-N.” He didn’t even use your name anymore. You were nothing but a number on a glass box to him now. She couldn’t say she cared all that much for you, besides improving Nolan’s mood - except now any mention of you did the exact opposite. But she had seen you, and she thought some of these more physical tasks would put way too much strain on your body. Nolan didn’t care; and F’Nale thought if she pointed it out, he’d only give you more. You were being physically exhausted, for emotionally breaking him. "Mr.Sorrento..." He pressed the button on his comlink; since that first Key things had gone from bad to worse. Parzival and his little gang of friends now had two Keys each. Nolan thought he had Wade Watts dealt with – but that plan had also obviously failed. And although the Sixers were getting keys themselves, it was still a high score system. They would have to crack that third clue quickly if he wanted any chance of taking over the OASIS... "What is it?" Nolan snapped; he had no time for this. "There's a problem down in loyalty." "Well, why isn't F'Nale reporting to me on it then-!?" "Well - she told me to contact you, Sir." "OH." Why!? "What is it?" "There's a medical emergency going on down here." "What kind of medical emergency?" With one of the people stuck down there? Why should he care? Come to think of it - why was he asking? He wasn't interested. "One of the women here has collapsed. She's unconscious but still breathing... We're administering care right now." He raised an eyebrow - why would F'Nale… "SHIT!" He yelled out loud, and panic hit him, "Which capsule!?" "25-N Sir..." Y/N-! "I'M ON MY WAY!"
 *** He nigh on sprinted down to loyalty and took those stairs two at a time. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What had he done-?! At what cost had he been so hateful? Even Nolan realised why he was running. It had haunted him for a while, but it was his decision, and he would own that decision. And he would keep you there to prove himself right. Still, that didn’t stop him from lying awake at night, or endlessly dreaming about your body wrapped around his… Awaking to hope this was all a bad dream and you would still be there. You never were. Nolan knew right then he was wrong, you never had any reason to lie to him. When he woke up like that all he wanted to tell you was that he felt the same about you too. But it wasn’t like you were out there living your life and he could call you up, and cry down the phone, and beg for you to come back because of how wrong he was. No. You were in Loyalty. And Nolan Sorrento had put you there himself – and now he’d damn well almost killed you…
But he knew, now more than anything, what he wanted. He wanted love, he always wanted love… but running faster than he probably had in his life, Nolan also knew this: he only wanted your love.
When he reached your block, you were crowded by a number of loyalty workers and Nolan’s own employees, including F’Nale and a medic. “MOVE!” He fought his way to you and everyone else stepped back. Those in Loyalty knowing better than to stick around whilst the CEO was in the room. You were breathing, barely conscious but Nolan didn’t care – and would ignore the medics protests to gather you in his arms. “Y/N?! Y/N, oh God… I’m sorry, Y/N…” “No…lan…?” Your brain was a little bit fuzzy and your vision blurry as you opened your eyes. Last thing you remembered you were in the OASIS, strength waning. And you weren’t anymore… Anyway, it couldn’t have been Sorrento, he never wanted to see you again and he’d put you here. But everything cleared, and you felt his familiar warmth and breathed him in. And then you were screaming at him. “YOU---! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!” You tore yourself from his arms, taking a few steps back, a little steadier on your feet than you expected considering your head was still spinning, “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” Nolan drew himself to height from his knees, in silence. Looking to F’Nale and the rest around you, he gave a signal for them to back off.
Whatever you were about to do, you both thought he deserved. So you went for him; nails at his face, fists to his arms and chest, as you screamed god-knows-what at him. “YOU BASTARD!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU COME DOWN HERE!!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU PRETEND THAT YOU FUCKING CARE ABOUT ME!!” Nolan took every blow you dealt him without much resistance. You weren’t exactly at full strength either; so both of you were also wishing that they hit harder. But you had enough power to scream at him like this. And those words echoed around the complex. And yes, Nolan though he deserved that too. “You better not think I’m gonna fucking THANK you for this! What, does rescuing me make you fucking feel better?! Asshole!” You spat, taking steps that he conceded. “At least you have the balls to look me in the fucking face…” And Nolan was; because he wanted to punish himself just as much – look at what exactly he had done to you, so that he could burn this into his mind forever. Just to show himself what a fucking idiot he was.
You backed away from him because he still hadn’t said a word, and you were just as furious with him for that. Because you wanted a screaming match – so you could watch him misstep all the way through it. “YOU BROKE MY FUCKING HEART, NOLAN SORRENTO. DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE?!” Then you snapped, “Don’t answer that, I know the answer. You’re here for your own selfish reasons. Wouldn’t let the girl you used to fuck die – huh?! Couldn’t have that linger on your conscience with all the shit I know you do in the name of this company!?” There was a slight flicker of emotion across his face, but he held firm on his silence. You wanted to break him. But even you weren’t sure you knew how you break a man who was already broken.
You shook your head, and felt your tears start to run; “…Do you even know how to love Nolan? Do you know how to feel!?” There was more emotion here, and his mouth opened, chest contracting. “Whoever hurt you did a damn good job…” You let your tears drip; you weren’t about to hide this from him. He’d made this. “…I don’t think you can know how to love – else you wouldn’t run from it. You would have just loved me back. How can someone who wants it so badly turn it away?” You took steps towards him again, “What kind of man are you!?”
It was the first time his eyes had lowered from yours. And still there was silence. Nolan didn’t know if he looked like he felt nothing, but it felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. Numb and hollow and all his fault. His heart was broken too, and he’d done that to himself. ‘You have no one else to blame. How can you even stand to let yourself look at her…? Do you know what you’ve done? Do you REALISE what you’ve done, Nolan?’
That didn’t help either. Because you wanted him to look at you and see what he’d done. And you wanted words. No matter what he was going to tell you. If Nolan was going to pathetically apologise then fine; even though you’d laugh in his face about it. Those beautiful blue eyes raised to you again – you hated yourself for even thinking that - and suddenly he was once again stoic, his eyes just a little wider. You gave that silence 10 more seconds, to see if he would even attempt to say something pitiful. He didn’t.
You folded your arms, shaking your head at him and how unbelievable his whole attitude was; "Aren't you even going to say anything!?" Nolan Sorrento blinked, and swallowed thickly. He might as well be swallowing sand. Everything was ringing in his ears, and the silence was deafening. He felt void of everything save one emotion, and that look in your eyes. So he took that deep breath he should have taken before… "I love you too." The silence that hung over the room this time was much more awkward. Nolan wasn’t sure exactly what he expected from you, he knew you probably weren’t about to give him some kind of fairytale ending. To run those steps back to him, take him in your arms, kiss him and it all be forgiven – not after what he’d done to you, not after what you’d just screamed at him. But you didn’t give Nolan an emotional response at all. Your face wasn’t even shocked to hear it, there was simply nothing there. But the silence kept hanging, and he almost wanted to ask you the same thing – to beg you for a response. How could he? Nolan knew he had no right.
Instead you took another step back, the shake of your head steady and slow. You might have still pitied him, even if you hated him right now. But you couldn’t give him what he sought. “That’s just, way too little way too late, Nolan.” You swallowed, “That isn’t an apology. That’s almost worse than an apology.” Was he thinking you’d just accept his love now? That any of his actions - from your confession of how much he really meant to you to this one - showed any act of love from him whatsoever. Quite the opposite; a quest to make you pay for your ‘trickery’. Your eyes flashed as they hardened; “I know this is wishful thinking, but GOD I hope I never have to see your face again!” You shook your head once more, he had to know. Nolan had to know he couldn’t do this to people. That even the all-powerful CEO of IOI couldn’t make people bounce back. The only way Nolan would ever learn was if you walked away – and you prayed whoever the next girl was, that he treated her better.
You began walking, knowing exactly where the exit was; time to test his mettle. Test that ‘love’ he apparently felt. There was a murmur from the onlookers and security began moving to stop you, to haul you back to your little pod. Nolan was still watching you in silence, numb… heart broken. Deservedly so. But he stopped them, hand out. “Let her go.” “Sir!?!” “Just…” Nolan held, realising how much he was struggling to breathe. Lump caught in his throat. Maybe he’d cry; in fact he probably should. “…let her go.” And so he watched you leave, he didn’t know where you would go, or who you’d go to, but he knew they deserved you a damn sight more than he did – he watched you walk out of his life. And as he did Nolan Sorrento really wished that he couldn’t feel a damn thing.
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Fairytales for fuckwits: Meghan, a children's book, and the school bully tactics of the British tabloids...
Piers Morgan's obsession with Meghan Markle continues, while Mike Graham appears worried there may be too many big words for him to understand.
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On May the 4th, there was a great disturbance in the force, as if thousands of tabloid reporters and talk radio pundits cried out at once: The Duchess of Sussex had announced she was writing a children’s book.
Since the earth-shattering news that Meghan has written a story about the relationship between father’s and their sons — apparently based on a poem she wrote for Prince Harry — the tabloid press and talk radio stations have gone into meltdown.
The Sun has managed to crank out seven hysterically-pitched stories on the announcement since it dropped — the book isn’t out until June 8th — with each more unhinged than the last:
MEG TO PAPER Meghan Markle writes children’s book inspired by Prince Harry and baby Archie about ‘bond between father and son’
MEG-A MOVE Meghan Markle’s first priority should be mending broken relationships with royals not writing kids’ book, expert claims
SOUNDS A BIT WOODEN ‘Schmaltzy’ Meghan Markle ‘on dodgy ground’ with kids’ book celebrating fathers ‘after own bust-up with dad’ says author
DOUBLE DUCH Meghan Markle accused of copying her kids’ book The Bench from another story – but author defends her
NOT WRITE Piers Morgan slams ‘hypocrite’ Meghan Markle for kids’ book on ‘father-son bond’ after ‘ruining Harry and Charles’ ties’
'RIDICULOUS' Meghan Markle using Duchess of Sussex as author name ‘laughable’ after she wanted to cut Royal ties, says royal expert
CUT PRICE Meghan Markle’s kids’ book has price slashed already at Amazon and Waterstones
You’ll notice that Piers Morgan — a man who has turned one drink with Meghan after which he claims she “ghosted him”, which took place in 2016, into a five year and counting obsession — gets his own story there. That’s The Sun filleting Morgan’s spittle-flecked Daily Mail column on the book for its own news piece.
Morgan, who trails his columns on Twitter like they are exciting new releases rather than the tabloid equivalent of a letter scrawled in faeces forced through your letterbox, dashed out his thoughts on The Bench with the indecent haste of a man running along while his trousers fall down.
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Beneath a typically screaming Mail headline — How the hell can Meghan 'I hate royalty but call me Duchess' Markle preach about father-child relationships when she's disowned her own Dad, and wrecked her husband's relationship with his? — Morgan howled:
… she continues to cynically exploit her royal titles because she knows that's the only reason anyone is paying her vast sums of money to spew her uniquely unctuous brand of pious hectoring gibberish in Netflix documentaries, Spotify podcasts or children's books.
Of course, her equally cynical publishers don't give a damn about any of this shocking double standard.
Forget the fact that Meghan had a good degree of personal fame before she ever met Prince Harry, Piers Morgan accusing anyone else of being a cynical fame chaser is beyond parody. From his earliest days as a gossip hack, Morgan has muscled into pictures with the rich and famous, desperate to be someone.
When Meghan was willing to indulge him, he showered her with praise, but once she stopped taking his calls, he turned into the Tinder match from hell. That he has been married to his second wife, fellow controversialist columnist Celia Walden since 2010 seemingly did nothing to dampen his obsession.
Having repeatedly interviewed Meghan’s estranged father Thomas Markle — another man aggrieved because a woman would rather not spend time with him — Morgan sneers:
If she really cared about father-child relationships, she'd take a chauffeur-driven limousine on the hour-long trip to see her own father who's never even met either Harry or Archie.
It’s projection again: Piers Morgan’s ego is so egg-shell thin that after Meghan decided that one drink was more than enough, he’s spent 5 years seeking revenge and convinced that he’s been wronged, just like her ‘poor old dad’. That’s the ‘poor old dad’ that insists on talking about his daughter to journalists at every possible occasion.
At the end of an article that implies Harry and Meghan contributed to the death of Prince Philip — he died of natural causes — and rants on about “the woke”, Morgan ends with this:
But then as we've seen from her gruesomely self-interested behaviour during a pandemic that's caused so much devastation and pain to billions around the world, Meghan Markle doesn't really care about anyone but herself.
Remember, the Duchess of Sussex’s only ‘crime’ here is to write a children’s book which people will be free to buy or ignore with equal ease. But, as ever, Piers Morgan treats the news with all the proportionality of a US drone strike.
The real story here is about how Morgan — the bittiest of bit-part players in the narrative of Meghan and Harry’s lives — is so desperate to upgrade his place in the cast list that he will rant and rave to stay relevant. His departure from Good Morning Britain came after his last stream of invective about Meghan and he knows this schtick gets him the attention and money he craves.
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Aside from Morgan’s column, MailOnline has published 9 other news stories on or related to the book announcement. The most telling of them is one that links the Duchess of Sussex’s book to another one… by the Duchess of Cambridge.
Headlined Bookshelf battle royale! Kate Middleton shares a glimpse inside her Hold Still photobook just a day after Meghan Markle unveiled her own £12.99 children's story, the story unsurprisingly treats Kate with kid gloves while continuing to imply that Meghan is the kind of person who would make gloves out of kids if it suited her devilish schemes.
There’s no shade thrown at the Duchess of Cambridge for revealing further details of her book just hours after Meghan’s announcement. Instead, the story — lavishly illustrated with images from the book — gushes:
The Duchess of Cambridge has shared a glimpse of her photography book Hold Still ahead of its release on Friday…
… Kate, 39, a keen photographer, launched a campaign during the first lockdown last year to ask the public to submit images which captured the period.
It even includes a mention of an image of a BLM protestor saying:
Over the course of the project, the Duchess shared a number of her favourite images on the Kensington Royal Instagram page, including a Black Lives Matter protester holding a sign reading: 'Be on the right side of history.'
If Meghan had done the same she would have been decried for “supporting extremists”. Remember the contrasting way their mutual taste for avocado was covered?
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15 Headlines Show How Differently The British Press Treat Meghan Markle Vs Kate Middleton | Bored Panda
Over at The Daily Telegraph, Spiked alumna Ella Whelan offered her thoughts on a book that isn’t released until next month under the headline Meghan Markle’s fun-free children’s book may put an entire generation off reading, which makes it sound like a grimoire full of dark magic rather than a gentle children’s book about kids and their dads.
Just as with the Mail’s story on Kate’s book, it’s worth imagining what Whelan would say if the Duchess of Cambridge had written The Bench. Look at the following section…
It reveals something of the political superficiality of Harry and Meghan’s activism that an “inclusive” book would use the military father as its promotional message. Perhaps it’s a cultural thing, but if my kids have to read about soldiers, I’d prefer Hans Christian Andersen’s tin version rather than the woke posturing of a former royal.
… and notice that because Meghan is the author including a father who is in the military is “political superficiality”. If Kate had written a story that featured an analogue for Prince William — who also spent time in uniform, though in less dangerous circumstances than his ‘spare’ brother — Whelan would likely deem it a ‘touching tribute to their love’.
Similarly, Sarah Ferguson — the ex-wife of Prince Andrew, top Yelp! reviewer for Jeffrey Epstein’s houses and noted avoider of FBI questioning — uses the title Duchess of York on her many execrable children’s books.
Now that Meghan is the tabloid’s new monster in the monarchy, Fergie’s antics are pointed to as a positive with her books flattered even as Meghan’s as-yet-unpublished book is panned.
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Over on talkRADIO, Mike Graham — a melting mass of expired meat — ranted about a children’s book, worried perhaps that it will contain too many long words. Speaking to his colleague, Mark Dolan — Dennis Pennis without the charm — Graham crowed:
It’s so juvenile. This is somebody who acts like she’s still in high school… I don’t have anything against her for any particular reason, other than she’s a bit too American, you know. She thinks everything is just great and cheesy. Rhyming the words ‘joy’ and ‘boy’. It’s not exactly Tennyson, is it?
Ah yes, that famous children’s author, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, known for such devastating rhymes as this one from The Lady of Shallot: “She left the web/ She left the loom/ She made three paces through the room.”
I’m not saying The Lady of Shalott is rubbish — though I do still hold a grudge against Tennyson after some very tedious teaching in high school — but that focusing on one rhyme in a poem is an easy trick if you want to say its shit. That Graham cannot see the irony in decrying writing a children’s book as “juvenile” is just one of the reasons he’s employed by a station with less than 1% reach.
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There’ll be a new round of these columns, stories, and talk radio segments when the book is released, particularly as The Mail on Sunday just lost the second part of Meghan’s copyright claim against it.
There’s nothing that either Meghan or Harry could do that wouldn’t drive these rats in a sack rabid. If they did nothing, they’d be called lazy. When they make things, take jobs, or really say anything the very media that benefits hugely from stories about them scream that it’s a cry for attention. And yet Piers Morgan regularly pissing himself in public is “commentary”.
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Haylor debunk 2012-present Part 1
This one is for my dear @moondustflower, my sincere apologies for postponing this every time. I was creating this post a few days ago, but suddenly nothing saved and I had to start all over again. I had come so far, but it is okay because I love to do this for you all. I created this with my co owner, so if you have questions about something or if something is missing please message me.
It has been four weeks since I wrote the stuff above, my love. My deep sincere apologies for postponing this. I just wanted it all in one post, but I have decided to make a part two and give you what you have been longing for so long. You deserve it, my baby!
I feel like I have disappointed you the most by letting you wait this long, I feel so awful about it. No excuse will make up for it and I hope you can forgive me for the time. You are such a sweet, loving, humble, kind and perfect person. The fandom need more people like you and I hope all your good dreams and hopes come true for you!!
I might have to edit a few stuff about this post, but please message me when you do not understand something. Have a gorgeous week, baby!
All of this is all for you guys!
Little present just for you: (Your Ziam idead are great, thank you for it!)
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First, I would like to say that I mean no harm to Taylor Swift. I absolutely did not like the way she shaded Harry and spread things about him, but I do have sympathy for the things she had to go through with her family. Stuff like that is not ever okay, no matter what kind off problems you have. Those things hurt people so so so much, I detest that. My prayers are always with people who have problems and I hope she will get better.
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March 2012
What many people might not know is that Haylor did not start at the end of 2012, they already started it in the beginning of 2012. I was there at the time and I can tell you one thing: it was and is such a fake mess. 
Taylor and Selena are dancing to What Makes You Beautiful, I do not know why this is proof of Haylor, because Selena Gomez, Katy Perry and the female fans all danced to the song. The printed interview, underneath the gif, is the start of the Haylor drama. I need you guys to know one thing and that is that printed interviews are completely untrustworthy, they are fake and most of the time they never even have an interview with the celeb. They just make up stories while consulting it with the artists label. The newspaper writes all kinds of stuff that never happened, the people work for the media so their goal will always be to create drama and to write about it so their paper will always sell. Not to mention that in 2012 One Direction was going to break into the American Market, hence stunts like Elouno and Haylor. For a person to break into the American Market lots of drama is needed. It is not a secret, that the American Market wants as much drama as possible. Even nowadays you have gorgeous examples of it. I’ll give you an example of Korean Pop groups. Groups such as Blackpink and BTS started to collaborate with American stars (Halsey and Dua Lipa). This is a way to gain attention so the Halsey and Dua Lipa fans will start to like the groups, then more and more people will starts to like them in America due to collaborations and then they will be official part of the American Music Industry. This also happened to One Direction. Haylor was a way to get One Direction into the American Market and for them to be relevant in America. 
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This story is about how ‘Taylor likes Harry’ but she told it Justin and he has to remain silent. If Justin promised her not to tell it to anyone, how come the media knew about it? 
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The follow on twitter is all a strategy, most of us knew that when Louis and Eleanor finally broke up that they unfollowed each other. Later they refollowed each other again and we all knew she was going to make a kind of come back. Harry says in his tweet that he met amazing people, he is not referring to one person only. Another thing you need to know is that a ‘source’ is just as untrustworthy as a printed interview. How come a ‘source’ gets to know everything? When Harry travels to Japan, he tells his manager too. How come we never really know when he leaves and when he comes back? However we always know when he comes back and leaves when he is with a girl. Some thing are censured, which means that we only see the information they want us to see. A few days we have not spotted Harry, does that mean he did not leave his house? No, it means he did leave his house but if someone took a picture it gets deleted immediately. There are various examples of this. One time a fan said that he saw Louis and Harry together, a few moments later his whole twitter account got suspended. They only let us see the information they want us to see. Remember the time when Nick Grimshaw and Louis Tomlinson met the same fan? Harry was out with Nick that day and Nick tweeted about couples holding hands. We got to know that because they wanted us to. 
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Somewhere around this time this interview happened too;
The boys shade it again. They were ‘gutted’. We all know how much Louis makes fun out of Haylor and how much he hates it. Harry and the rest of the boys are clearly making fun of it. Weird, since each Haylor shipper claims they are in love or at least friends.
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April 2012
This is once again a piece out of a printed interview, which means it is fake. They are basically exposing themselves with this one. Justin said Taylor liked Harry and now he says that he has sworn not to say it. It is not normal for a ‘source’ to know every single detail about someone unless the label agrees to it. The label also has to agree to things that are published in newspapers and news blogs.  These interviews are perfect for making fans gossip around and that is also their main goal.
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Louis ‘teasing’ Harry about Taylor Swift/Louis hating Haylor/Taylor:
It is not a secret that Louis completely detested Haylor/Taylor. I’m going to give you a series of videos/moments in which Haylor shippers genuinely think Louis is teasing him about it. I definitely think all the boys laughed and mocked the stunts at first, but at a moment in 2012 Louis could not laugh about it anymore, he was heartbroken. 
1. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJfgyGiLqMc
The boys need to look for a ‘drift’ and Harry has to name celebs that were there. Harry names a couple of celebrities and Louis asks further, he is waiting for one special name to be called and that is Taylor Swift. Harry does not say it at first, he tried to avoid it. Then, later on Harry does say it and Louis replies that it’s the one. Louis folds his arms and gets that tight lipped smile of his, he looks angry/sad/jealous. There not even a smile on his face to be seen.
2. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=61&v=WZTjcVzV29w
There are a few interviews in this one. In the 1st one Harry literally denies Taylor invited him to dinner. (October 2012)
In the 2nd video the interviewer asks him ‘’Harry apparently you have been tasting Taylor Swift truffels’’ (or something in that way), Harry pauses and thinks, then he just says ‘’Eeh…we met in America and she is very nice yeah.’’ He completely ignored the question of the interviewer, because it never happened. He was confused himself. (begin 2012)
Then we have the 3rd video, the boys have to name celebrities which they would like to see and at a moment Louis point his finger to Harry and says ‘’Taylor Swift’’ (Niall already said it, but Louis being Louis says it again to make it obvious) while having that super sad/angry expression again. He also has that tight lipped smile. Niall laughs because he obviously knows Louis does that because Harry hates it. Harry just nods. (October 2012) This is Louis’ expression:
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The 4th video is SUPER interesting, Niall only says he likes Taylors song. Even nowadays he likes her songs, he even has her album 1989 on his phone. Zayn also likes her music and thinks she is a good artist. Then, Louis is asked what kind of music he likes but he can not choose Taylor Swift (like he would) and he says ‘’Anything of John Mayer.’’ Do you guys get it? JOHN MAYER IS TAYLORS MOST FAMOUS EX. Please take a look at his facial expression, he know what he did. Please try to name one person who hates Taylor/Haylor more than Louis and Harry.
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In the 5th video (2012) Harry is asked about his ‘relationship’ with Taylor Swift. The interviewer asks ‘’How is that going?’’ and Harry says ‘’ ehm..it’s good..yeah’’ than the interviewers asks if there might be a relationship and Harry shrugs and says ‘’Maybe..’’. I like how he is never excited when it comes to her. 
The 6th (2012) video causes a lot of confusion. People say Harry replies that he thinks Haylor is good, but that is not what he is saying. The interviewer asks ‘’How is Taylor Swift?’’ Harry says ‘’She’s good’, she’s good’’. Then Liam asks ‘’What are your thoughts on Haylor?’’ and Louis says ‘’I’d love to know’’ while being sad again. Harry just replies with an ‘’Ehh..’’
The 7th video is from april 2013, the boys had a concert and while Harry sings ‘’I’m in love with you’’ Louis says ‘’Taylor Swift’’. He still ‘teases’ him about it, not because he thinks it is funny. It clearly bothers him, just look at all the examples. Harry remains unbothered and the boys joke about it.
3. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMlKEun7UfI
(October 2012)
2nd video, Louis is asked about Haylor and if he is happy that they got together and he says ‘’I’m happy they are good friends….if that’’ (If That means ‘or even less’) so they are friends or less than friends. Then the interviewer asks about Taylor and Louis replies that he has met her before and she is a lovely girl. 
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4. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eksIAQNHoTY
This one is self explanatory, Louis is asked what his favorite song of their album (Take Me Home) is. He replies with ‘’I loved you first’’ and looks at Harry. At the time Harry had to do lots of stunting with Taylor, and Louis was so sad and moody throughout the whole interview. He only smiles at Harry. The rest of the boys knew something was up, Liam patted his shoulder and the rest tried to comfort him.
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5. Harry is asked about Taylor Swift and this is Louis’ reaction. 
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6. Louis’ emotions during Haylor (end 2012)
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Stuff like this are also things you should not believe. If you have not read the part about ‘location’ then I highly suggest you to do that first. Remember, stuff like this can only spread if the label agrees to it. Most of those people get paid for making stuff like this up. This is a lie anyways, if you can expose their location you can also take a picture right?Yet, this girl did not do that. Plus, she started dating Conor Kennedy in July 2012, why are those rumors not about him? Well, because 1D needed to stay relevant in the American Market. 
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The ‘source’ is saying this to cause a stir in the fandom. Making it seem like it really happened. A source can never know all of these personal things. Unless the label gives a thumbs up, so do Haylor shippers genuinely think Taylor and Harry go on a ‘date’ with each other and tell every single detail to a source who publishes it in a newspaper? Then the whole purpose of the relationship basically is to gain attention from the public, right? Taylor complains about not wanting to tell her private life to people because it spreads so fast. All of this does not make sense at all. Plus why did Harry ‘kiss’ Emma Ostilly if he ‘wanted it so desperately?’ None of this show makes sense. The 2nd picture came out in October 2012 and I can not stop, this is so comical. He literally stated he was single…..so….!
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Haylor was never alive, but they ‘broke up’ in 2013. Then articles like this one came out. This is always after a celebrity break up, it is to fuel the Haylor hell fire. Things like this happened all along, we all know these things are lies. Plus, again the ten million dollar question: how can a source know all of these details? They publish stuff like this because the label is okay with it. If Taylor told them the whole relationship purpose it ‘attention’. That is how you can spot a fake relationship. Remember that Ed Sheeran got married and no one knew for a while. That’s how a real relationship works. 
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This one is comical, for a lover to cheat you do have to be in a relationship. Harry said he was single in an interview from april 2012. Before Taylor tweeted this and before he kissed Emma Ostilly. 
August 2012
From July Taylor started dating Conor Kennedy. I do not know where to start. Taylor put the picture up there because of her video on the screen. One Directions wallpaper was put there too, it is no digital screen, so the picture is not going to change. She needed a picture of Times Square not only her picture, else it would not look good. They are literally acting like she only posted a picture of her and 1D out there. Plus, Zayn is there too and he and Niall like Taylors music. Where are those dating rumors? She was dating Conor at the time, if she loved him so much why would she do that? Harry did not hurt her by kissing Emily Ostilly, because they never had a relationship (Harry said he was single and somehow Taylor is not hurt by that). 
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It literally sound like they are reading the words from a screen, anyway please watch the video. You will see that no one is teasing Harry, when Harry is done the rest of the boys look at Louis while smiling, not at Harry like the person claims. If we have to be honest, we all know why they are looking at Louis like that….right? ;)
Link: https://twitter.com/haylorthread/status/996081743336796161
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Please note that this is also not an innocent dinner. These pictures have a meaning, another pr technique is posing with the same fan to show they were in the same room/together. We can all see the little boy in his red Cars shirt. Both of them took a picture with him, remember how I said these pictures are out because they want us to see they are ‘hanging out’ together. Whereas in reality they only took the picture and went home. This is the same case as the Nick and Louis one. From here on, the Haylor rumors started again. Ed Sheeran plays a role in this too. Taylor was still dating Conor kennedy so, for the people who think they had a pr relationship during this time, that is not true. She was Conors fake girlfriend at the time. To the Haylor shippers: this is not proof at all. 
September 2012
Zayn, Niall and Harry are all laughing (not because of Zayns comment), when Zayn whispers that, Harry ignores it and replies with ‘’Rihanna.’’ I definitely think Zayn joked about it and that is why he laughed, Harry has been labeled to her like a stamp, so this was definitely a way to mock the stunt. 
Link: https://twitter.com/leftmeinthehll/status/1014162069577445377
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It is comical that her source knows more than Taylor herself. About the marked part, she apparently did not have hard feelings for him. I wonder why, usually she mocks and humiliates her exes each opportunity she gets. I hope it did not have anything to do with the fact that he is family of the Kennedy’s.
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Here is where it starts to get even weirder. According to the internet Taylor and Harry’s fake relationship started in December 2012 and ended in January 2013. Their first public appearance with each other was on the 2nd of December 2012. So during that time she creates a music video in which a person who portrays Harry (a bad guy) dates her. The lyrics insinuate that the person is trouble, because they ‘dated’ and he let her down. Okay, so we know how she felt about ‘what Harry did’. Still she goes back to him for another round while she knows ‘the bad stuff’ he did to her. So, ‘Harry’ goes on trips with her, dates her, kisses another person and cheats on her and she still goes back to him? Not to mention that he did not consider what ‘he and Taylor had’ a relationship. This is just as toxic and fake as Elouno. Both Taylor and Eleanor go back to their ‘toxic and cheating partner.’ 
We, larries, know this never happened. The love banner tattoo is a sign of Harry. The paper airplane is also the sign of Haylor. What they do is actually very simple, they give them an object and make it the ‘key’ of a relationship. So the next time when you will see Taylor throwing away the paper airplane necklace in Out Of The Woods you will know it is about Harry. This is necessary for their headlines. Everyone knows Taylor shades all her exes, so whenever she and her boyfriend break up you can expect a song about him. It gives both Harry and Taylor popularity. People will start gossiping and make it bigger than usual. This is also a branch of the whole stunting tree. It is a clever move, but you can see the similarities too. One of her exes once bought her jewelry too. I bet those things are also in her songs. They pick the ‘key’ of the relationship (jewelry, date or looks) and put it in her music video, so her fans will know who it is about.
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October 2012
Harry tweets this on 4 October, 2012. I think it is to warn us about the fact that he and Taylor had to share one of those paper airplane necklaces. It is basically a confirmation that ‘he likes’ those, for fans to think that if he gives them to Taylor he likes her too. You could think that it was just one of those tweets of Harry, but he tweeted it this for a purpose in October. The same month in which he and Taylor will be seen wearing it. 
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I have watched the whole thing and I still did not hear the part. However we all know they tried to link him to older people from the start. 
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Taylor gets invited to Nick’s radio show and a day after Harry is invited. The timing is not a coincidence. Nick has been teasing Harry about Taylor Swift since forever, he is basically doing the same as the boys. He is a close friend of Harry’s and he definitely knows Haylor is a pr relationship. So he does the same, he basically mocks it. Remember the 2018 (I think) interview in which Nick teased him about Two Ghosts. Nick was saying it was about Taylor Swift and then Harry screamed once and for all ‘’NOOOO.’’ Little bonus; Nick loves to shade Haylor too.
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Taylor agreed to have someone out there who looks good. Unfortunately these months were the gossip months of Haylor 2.0. Which is interesting cause when Taylor and Harry were photographed in early December, it was reported that that was only their second date, which means it could not be Harry. I hope all of you see that Haylor is a super fake and messy stunt. They can not get it right. There are big holes in their plans. She also says that she does not like it when het private life is on display. This is what I meant with the articles and sources. She does not like it so why would her label or she get the information out there? Because their relationship is not real. Nothing of it has ever been private, we practically got to know which direction she breathed. 
Link: https://twitter.com/haylorthread/status/996088920424304642
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In her tweet, Taylor is talking about ‘most of her emotions.’ The song is about not wanting to sleep because she does not want to miss a thing. I genuinely do not see how this is about Harry. Is all she does obsessing with Harry? Well she is the only one because it is CLEARLY not mutual. It is  one of her favorite songs, she sang it with the music artist himself. 
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It’s that so called��‘source’ again. Plus it is an article from The Sun, they always spread lies and this whole thing is a lie. One pr strategy they also use, is the blurry picture. They release only one blurry picture of the event to make it seem like the couple is private and want to be together all alone. They fail each time, because when 1D needs to be private we never get a picture. Not even a blurry one. They make it seem like a fan takes those pictures and posts them online. Do not get fooled, loves. It is all for show. Whenever the boys aren’t seen for day it does not mean that they do not go outside. They do, no one can take pictures of them and if they do, their label will take care of it and no one will see it. I love how Harry is not paying attention to Taylor while looking the camera straight into its lens. Taylor on the other hand is also not even paying attention to him. 
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I already talked about this one, but I forgot to add something. Harry is not acting coy, he straight up denies that Taylor invited him for dinner. Then the host asks him if he would like to settle down and Harry replies that he would if he found someone he likes (Louis coughs). Literally one second after Harry said that, Louis coughs and the whole audience laughs. Louis was being not so obvious about the fact that he is Harry’s special someone. At 1:08
Link: https://twitter.com/haylorthread/status/996096298251096064
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The next one is about Harry’s tattoos. He got ‘’Things I can’’ and ‘’Things I can’t’’ tattooed on his arms. Some people have the guts to say that he did that because he quotes Taylor. He covered one of them with The Holy Bible. A common Serenity Prayer is:  God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.
It has to do with The Holy Bible, God and the quote. It is all the same. He did not copy Taylor Swift.
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Harry tweeted ‘’Sickkkk’’ and put a link to matching couple tattoos. Louis and Harry got matching tattoos in December, it was the same kind of style, guess who did not get matching tattoos? Taylor and Harry. 
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So the song are about him, and she still want to date him after all of that. Sound toxic, but what do we know. We sail the healthy Larry ship 2019.
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Her only confirmed ex is Conor Kennedy. So if she wants to get back with him that is no problem at all. She is talking about him and not Harry.
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November 2012
You are going to see this ring everywhere when it comes to Haylor. It is their ‘key’ to the pr world. Just like the love banner tattoo. Here is one thing that makes no sense, Louis has a paper airplane tattooed. What about that? Anyway, this necklace thing is planned because she has had many more jewelry from her ex boyfriends. Whenever she wears those people start getting crazy over a possible comeback of their relationship.
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Let us see, we have a so called ‘source’, a printed interview, pictures with the same fan, and tweets from people who are hired to do that. They want to make you think that Taylor and Harry spent the whole day there, but it is not like that. They just pose with the same fan to let you know they are both there and afterwards they leave. Printed interviews are never to trust, the label can put stuff in it in consultation with the interviewer/host. They sell their paper and without the artist saying it with words people will automatically believe it. The host or producer from the show needs consent from the label the celebrity is signed to. I am also going to make a special thread of Harry debunking/shading Haylor himself so you can see what he really thinks about it. 
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This is the same, all just rumors and lies. Think about what I said if you are having doubts. They all know it is going to cause a massive stir in the fandoms and still they do it. Celebrities like to create drama and some of them are paid for it. Ellen en Mario are basically the ‘Rihanna’ singing ‘’Happy Birthday to Louis Tomlinson girlfriend Eleanor.’’
It is the same show, just different puppets.
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Ed Sheeran uses the same songwriters. I hope this person realizes that songwriters are paid to write songs with and for singers who paid them. It is their job. No wonder they share the same writers, they are paid to do it. Various artists pay them, this is literally no proof. He also wrote Happily.
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I have the strong idea that Haylor shippers take everything she says and just put  the tag ‘Haylor’ on it. How is this about Harry? She gives a hint about love, she just broke up with Conor, says she is seeing someone, Harry denies there is something going on and the rest too. This is about love in general.
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December 2012
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Taylor and Harry visit the zoo with friends. I just saw a few people saying he looks at her with so much love and passion. Let me get one thing straight, Taylor and Harry are just talking and sometimes laughing while talking. How is that love? You can clearly see their lips moving if you pur the pictures in order and make a gif out of it. Paparazzi takes lots of pictures in a few seconds, when you get so many pictures of Harry and Taylor looking at each other it could look like it was a very long moment, when in reality it was just 5 seconds. He does the same things with Nick, Liam, Niall, Stevie and other females. Examples of those misunderstandings:
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(The pictures of Taylor in the green coat are from december, but it is the same debunk)
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Harry is like grabbing her and waiting for her to move.
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If you would like to you can watch this video if you did not already. Harry goes in the car and leaves Taylor all alone with the crowded fans, Boyfriend Of The Year.
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What I love about these pictures is that Harry leans more towards the fan than his supposed girlfriend. He basically avoids any kind of bodily contact and puts his hands in his pockets. Smart move, love. Then in the the 2nd picture he  puts his hand on the car seat instead of around his girlfriend. Again, trying to avoid bodily contact as much as possible. He is sitting in the corner. 
They just pose next to each other like fans and that’s it. They are trying to bring the Haylor narrative alive. They have been spotted more and more. The fan is closer and more comfortable with Taylor than her actual ‘friend’.
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Then they have a karaoke night with the rest of the 1D boys and Ed. Taylor is ignored by Harry the whole time. Then he lifts her in a crowd with tons of people while they have their cameras ready. He is being so awkward when lifting her, just lifting her and keeping as much distance as possible.
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Do not worry, Louis is not letting any of that happen. Here we have Louis making sure Taylor does not get too close to his boyfriend by slowly coming between them and staying there. The difference before and after Louis came between Taylor and Harry is now bigger. Well done, Lou!
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This picture came out in 2018, if I’m not wrong. It’s so funny, is it not? Harry is ignoring her while she is trying to put their backs pressed together. Harry is just lifting his hand and ignoring her, she is the one who is trying it and she failed. Oh and the timing of the pic is not a coincidence. Their Haylor hellfire has been extinguished and they are trying to light it up again, which is not working. I honestly feel like I have seen this picture before 2018, but that might just be me.
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This whole hotel thing should be familiar, they still pull it in 2019. They make it seem like they sleep in the same room, when in reality they have both different rooms. This is to awake the illusion of them sharing a room together. Please note that they are holding hands, and they are in a supposed relationship. It makes what is coming next funnier than ever.
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This tweet has not much to do with Haylor. Harry talked about ‘last night’ which means the night of 3 December 2012, Harry was talking about the MSG afterparty and not about being with Taylor since he completely ignored her. You can see Louis in the back of the picture. 
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On the 5th of December 2012, Harry is seen leaving ‘Taylors hotel’. We all know he slept in another room, they do it just to awake the illusion of them being in one room. Which is not true. The same day, Ed Sheeran is asked about Haylor and he gives a very interesting answer. The host says ‘’Is Taylor dating Harry Styles from One Direction?’’ Ed says ‘’I mean the papers are saying it.’’ and then he nods and laughs. He gave a gorgeous answer, he did not confirm it. The papers talk crap about everyone and he knows it, he stated facts. 
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Then they attended Emma Stones birthday party and they ‘definitely looked like a couple’.’It is so hilarious that they are really emphasizing that. They know no one sees it, ‘they are not trying to hide it’ from what we have seen they hardly interact. I personally do not understand how people can ship this. Here we have the ‘mysterious source’ again, now we all know it is fake. A source can not know all of that, celebrities can have privacy and no one is allowed to tell stories about them. That is the ultimate tea.
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Let’s play a game, it is called ‘spot Harry Styles’’, did you see him? No, because he is not with Taylor.
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These pictures of Harry and Taylor leaving the party are so weird, he does not look interested in her at all. Just holding hands and dragging her along.
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In this video you will see Harry nearing her at one point. Haylor shippers are speaking of him approaching her because he wants to kiss her, but that is again not the case. He is trying to portray/show something (he puts his hands on her and keeps a big distance and then he pulls his hands back and walks away funnily), he then walks away funnily. Around 1:36.
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On the 7th of December Liam and Harry are asked about Haylor. The interviewer asks Harry what the best birthday gift is for Taylor and Liam answers with ‘’Harry.’’ I love it when they mock Haylor. Then Harry gets asked about Haylor, the interviewer basically assumes they are dating and tells it to Harry. Then, my savage king debunks it. He says he ran into her at the zoo and….he did not even tell her that they went together and he basically denies the whole dating thing. He says ‘’I JUST ran into her at the zoo and…’’ So he makes it seem like he does not understand why those dating rumor are there. Rightly so.
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Harry honestly never really cooperates with stunts at all.
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The same day Harry and Taylor were seen at Z100 Jingle Ball. This is a misunderstanding, they never kissed. They might have danced, but solo. Here is a gif:
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1. Taylor is dancing, solo. Harry is just as always not paying any attention.
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2. Then, she holds him and hugs him whereas Harry stand stiff like a tree. He does not even wrap his arms around her. From what we have seen with Louis he hugs like a prince. In both gifs he hugs him and in both gifs Harry is standing stiff like a tree. She never kissed him.
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3. After Taylor leaves Harry starts wrapping his arms around an older man. He is happier with an older man he does not even know that his fake girlfriend. I do get it though. He is so happy after she leaves.
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They honestly need verified people to talk about them. Those people are hired, just like Rihanna and Ellen. It is for attention purpose only, and because those people are verified people will start to believe them. Why would a verified person lie, right? Well, because they are hired to say that just like stalkers. About the private jet, in 2012 a picture leaked of Louis and Eleanor in a private jet. Louis was sitting 1000000000 yards away from her. I know for sure it is the same way with Taylor and Harry. 
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Harry does not even hold her hand, she is just there. Here presence is only there, no one talks to her and Harry does not even talk to her let alone be near hear.
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It is the same thing over again. A supposed eyewitness (please read back if you missed the debunk), affection we never see only hear stories of, picture with the same fan and one picture of Harry not paying attention to her whereas Taylor is wrapping her arms around him. Harry is not even holding her with his arms, he is just standing there. The distance between them keeps getting bigger and we all know why….who is going to be the first one to say goodbye! The fake affection they are talking about never happened, they could take a picture of Harry being as stiff as a tree but not a picture in which he was touching her bum or when they were fooling around? I hope they are kidding. 
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I’m going to ignore these ‘sources and eyewitnesses’ from now on because it is trash anyway. How is it possible they knew everything? Because their relationship is one big stunt for attention, that is why. In the picture with the birds Harry is touching her shoulder-to-shoulder because he is scared of her. He is afraid that if he moves closer to her he will vanish, he is smiling because of the bird flying away, cute. The last one is just a fan pic with sweet fan.
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It’s Taylor’s birthday and a source knew everything. The cupcake store even posted pictures of it with a whole story around it, this is the same case as the ‘Eleano Taylor Swift cake.’ They have a picture, the cake is there and they just ordered it for one big stunt. Now you might be thinking that the ‘source’ is real and that the other things he/she said are also truthful. This is not the case either, because the whole story around it is fake. They just needed another story to sell and got a company involved in it. This is not the first time that they do that. The so called source knows everything again, for some they have proof (the pub) and for some they do not have proof at all. That is how they play their game, this makes you want to believe all of the things they say but you should not. It has also been confirmed by a big account back in the days that Taylor ordered the cupcakes herself. However I’m not sure about that, I do know that Harry did not order it himself and that he also did not pick it up himself. 
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Taylor and Harry were at a tattoo parlor together. Not to be a typical larrie, but he got the ship tattooed on his arm and Louis got the compass tattooed on him 18 hours later or earlier in the same style. Please do not try sailing a sea without a compass, you’ll get lost. 
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This is a fan who can talk about their location and does not get deleted which means she is suppose to talk about it. Honey, he never gives her a glance how are we supposed to agree with this. Plus, I love it when One Direction is together in a shop and the shop gets closed so no fan can mob them but whenever Harry is with one of his female beards the shops are always wide open for attention. Imagine if in some alter universe Harry and Taylor were really like this and he gave her heart eyes, than you would not know it from a fan. You would see it with your own eyes (from videos they made themselves), or you would not see it at all. They would be private, not being brought up in billion of interviews and parading around. I also have to add, if he truly loved her so much why has he never even confirmed his relationship with Taylor? saying ‘’yeah…maybe’’ is not confirming a relationship. There are some real fans who meet them too, so it is definitely difficult to pick out who is a liar and who is telling the truth. (Because of that I do have a little surprise for you all at the end of this masterpost.) 
Harry looks so happy with his tattoo.
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So hired people said they had ‘chemistry’, well Harry’s tattoo artist said otherwise. I do not know if this one has been debunked, I do not think so. Even a guys from TMZ said they have no real cheamistry. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlbZmumWQ90&feature=youtube_gdata_player
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Back to the other stuff, even Gigi Hadid stated celebs can do stuff they want. I personally can not stand her, but even she said this. How come 1D’s relationships are ALWAYS highly publicized. If you will look underneath Gigi’s interview you can also see proof of stalkers being hired to pretend as fans in America (this does not mean they have not got one in the UK). It’s from Wikipedia.
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They visit Taylors mother in LA. Lots of you think it is not possible for a label to drag family into their bearding mess. That’s wrong, they can. Underneath the picture you can see a message Rebecca Ferguson wrote a few years ago. She states that she is scared of the things they did to her and that she want to protect her family. The people also have ties to the family as you can see. In the article you can CLEARLY see the names of the people who are signed to the label Rebecca was/is. Dragging family into their stunting world is nothing new, it would be weird if two people were dating and you get pictures of them without their family. It would not look real, they drag the family in it for the stunt to look real and to make it look like they are super close, when in reality they just do what is asked: taking pictures and walking around so fans will spot them and tell you how happy they are. 
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Is it cute? You know what’s cute? The fact that this NEVER even happened. I honestly do not understand how Haylor shippers think this happened without checking their information first. Their ship is not a ship, it is a tiny,broken and nonexistent boat. Please look at the picture underneath this one, because that is the real one. Plus, when Liam asks about Haylor, Harry shakes his head. That says enough, you know. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGQZk9F6Dxs&feature=youtu.be
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‘‘It is what it is’‘ is a reference to Louis’ tattoo. Harry laughs at that. 
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It is so comical that ever eyewitness, onlooker and source have to confirm they look ‘happy and in love.’ This means no one is buying the stunt and they have to make it look like they are so they tell lies. Do you genuinely think they are going to interview an onlooker and ask everyone how Taylor and Harry looked? We all know Harry can not stand Haylor himself. Anyway, they took pictures with fans and they were standing 400000 miles away from each other. Anyway Harry got injured and that is what Taylor wrote in Out Of The Woods. To make it look like a relationship she added some fake things in it. 
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They do not even sit close next to each other, which is funny because Harry almost sits on Louis’ lap each time they are sat next to each other. In the 2nd picture you can see that they do everything to keep the distance big enough for a whole Larry Ship to fit in. ;)
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXFFRaSFGx4
The video is not interesting, you can see Harry eating a burger (cute) and they talk a bit.
What Haylor shippers see:
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This stunt has been recycled twenty thousand times already. Never forget that the 1st ski trip ever were from Larry together in 2011. The rest are just stunts.
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The same rules apply to these tweets. They’re just like the other ones. No way possible that she spotted them/him in a hot tub, if she can tweet about it how about taking a picture? She only ‘saw’ Harry in the hot tub.
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Harry shows his snowmobile injury off. 3 years later around this time, Taylor announced the music video for Out Of The Woods. In that song there is a verse in which she says ‘’ Remember when you hit the brakes too soon Twenty stitches in a hospital room.‘’
This is again one of the things she does to make it about Harry. It’s like one of those ‘key’ things for her to make it about Haylor. I just do not like it when she blames her pr relationships on her ‘ex-partner’ whereas we know it is not real.
Liam asked what happened to Harry’s chin via twitter.
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Let us pretend this is no shade at all. He literally tweeted this in December when the Haylor Hell Fire was at its highest point. Well done, I was there and I love it.
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Pictures like this one are to confirm that he left the country and then they can make a whole story around it. 
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On the 31st of December 2012, Taylor and Harry were photographed ‘kissing’ after her concert in Times Square. What I loved about this even was that he missed her performance, because he wanted to go to a Coldplay concert (We love a king). He also ‘forgot’ his passport and he tried to avoid the whole NYE thing. Harry is always looking with that fake smile/sadness when he’s with her. Look at the following pictures please.
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He looked like he was broken inside and Taylor pressed on his wounds. He is broken inside and he is clearly not happy at all. You do not look like this when you are with someone you love.
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Harry is literally turning his head the other direction and Taylor is trying to put her head closer to Harry’s. 
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Then the ‘kiss’ happens. First, I like to tell all of you guys that they were surrounded by tons of fans and paparazzi with cameras an phones in their hands. There is even a video of it. Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1jttU1fY74
People say he is touching her bottom, I have not seen his hand near her bottom at all. They countdown and then Harry put his arms around her waist and they ‘kiss.’ No one has ever seen their lips touching, only the people who ‘were there’. Everyone was filming it, everyone. You can not tell me that no single soul on the side filmed their lips touching. Their lips did not touch, that is why there is no video of it. Everyone was filming their ‘kiss.’ How come people on their side did not film the actual ‘kiss’?
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Also during their hug (in the video), he looked like this:
Does this look like a happy person who want to spend New Years Eve with Taylor? NO. This if to the people who think he hugged her ‘so fiercely’ and is happy with it. This is your debunk, he is everything but happy.
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To back up my point about the fake kiss. This is a (really low quality) picture of them ‘kissing.’ However I do not think their lips are touching. He is definitely ‘kissing’ above her lips or next to her lips. It’s just like the Elouno This Is Us Premier ‘kiss.’ (If you will read the debunk about that kiss you can automatically aplly it to this one). I forgot to add that this whole kiss had been promoted the whole day, even before they ‘kissed.’
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It really does not look like they are kissing, they’re just standing closely to each other. Their faces are not even pressed together so I think they’re just talking. 
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Then he pats her back with no emotion left on his face. You might think ‘’why would he be sad if he did not even kiss her?’’ Well, it hurts to do this and do not forget that he looked emotionless when he arrived. This reminds me of the car ‘kiss’ between Louis and Eleano. He also did not kiss her on the lips, but he looked right at Harry when he was done faking a kiss. It hurts to leave your loved ones and act with someone you do not like at all. We all know how sensible Harry is when it comes to stuff like this. He cries easily (hence Louis’ reaction in the car), Louis gets jealous easily.  
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In this gif he is just talking to her while being sad and he turns his head away quickly when he touches her nose with his nose.
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Now I’m definitely sure he did not kiss her on her lips, more next to her lips. It does not matter because he looks sad anyway. He pulls back and looks immediately the other direction. Look how sad he is. You can sort of see his lips not touching her lips, more next to it. Pause the gif and looks at it frame by frame. The middle of her head is in the same line as the middle of her lips.
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If you guys want to see Harry happily real kissing someone, here it is. This is how you (real) kiss someone you love/like/are friend with.
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This is just sad, we know when Harry hugs someone (even fans) he wraps his whole arm around them and smiles. Please take a look at the examples. He hugs Louis (’his best friend’) better than his ‘girlfriend.’
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(I just want to say that this Larry picture is one of my favorite pictures. It’s from 2010/2011 and I just love how happy Harry looks. Harry’s head fits perfectly in the crook of Louis’ beautiful neck. Louis’ brown hair is also sweetly in place. You can even see Louis’ arm muscles wrapping around Harry so tightly. This is what love is, nothing else. I think Louis even gave his vest to Harry, but I’m not sure of that.)
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This is one of those examples in which fans are hired to lie or in which they just lie because they want people to believe in Haylor. He is moving his head away as far as possible. He is also uninterested, so how do they expect us to believe the kissed? If she is taking a picture anyway, why not one of them ‘making out’ ? This is exactly how you can spot the liars, do not fall for it my loves.
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January 2013
They went to the British Virgin Islands and took pictures with fans for them to see that they were together. They sat there, keeping the space big enough again for The Larry Ship to fit in. Harry looked happy with those fans, probably because the stunt is ending, he does not look interested or happy with Taylor at all.
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They FINALLY BREAK UP!!!! 
Taylor is seen sitting alone in the boat, ready to leave. There will be no Haylor in the future, we’re done with that crap. 
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Whereas Harry Styles is finally happy in months of what seemed a big depression. He was spotted, the same day after their ‘break up’ chilling with friends in a jacuzzi. How come Haylor shippers do not remember this? Like what kind of energy does this radiate to you? Boyfriend of the year? Heaven, NO!
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This was also the day Louis was spotted being super happy, he gained happiness, energy and life. The way his cute little jacket is wrapped around his tiny body is beautiful. God, I miss the time when he looked chubbier. It’s beautiful, his soft fringe is also the big cherry on top. 
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If you type in those letters of the tweet, you will see tons of headlines about Haylor. We all know she wrote the songs for Harry before they were something, Harry even denied their relationship, but dream on I guess. She also tweeted this to a fan once, so I do not see how this is a big deal. She should know while she is out there tweeting that, Harry was being super happy while visiting Necker Island (January 4/5). Your kind (Harry) is not bothered by their ‘break up’ at all.
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What this Haylor shipper forgot to add is that while ‘ he was returning to London after his fake split with Taylor’ he went on vacation and looked the best. Plus, they make it seem like he was so sad in those pictures, but that is not true at all. He looks like a little , sweet, pretty and innocent deer caught in headlights. 
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This has nothing to do with the debunk, but it is so crazy. She has a ‘hickey’ on her boob from someone she just ‘broke up’ with. I do not get how this is possible in their minds, Harry does not give a crap about her, how do people still think she met up with him and did that. Plus, she shaded him at the award shows. She does not love him. 
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Taylor recorded a song called ‘All you had to do was stay’. People were really quick to judge it and claim the song to be about Harry. It was not. Taylor said she had a dream about her ex (which is hilarious). That is weird and shows how Harry does not care, only she does. Eve if it would be about Harry, it is fake. None of this happened, this could only happen in her dreams so….. conclusion: She and Harry never had something and Harry does not care for her in any way.
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Then, after all her dreams about Harry and wanting him back she shades him by mocking his accent. She sings ‘’I used to think that we were forever ever and I used to say never say never…..so he calls me up and he’s like ‘I still love you’ (mocking Harry’s deep voice and accent) and I’m like ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy opening up the Grammy’s and we are NEVER getting back together, like ever.’’
Link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuL12wL1Iyc
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Seven days later Harry is of course asked about the Grammy performance. You guys need to know one thing. When a label does not want a client to talk about a certain subject, they tell the radio to ignore the subject or the interview will be stopped immediately. Here is the proof, I was kinda  shocked when this happened. This means they wanted him to talk about it.
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The interviewer asks ‘’Are you okay since the split with Taylor?’’ 
Harry says in a confident tone: ‘’I’m okay, thank you for asking’’
The the interviewer: ‘’Yeah?’’
Harry: ‘’Yeah I’m good’’ (we have seen that, Harry)
Then the interviewer asks: ‘’The Grammy performance, when she performed she kinda had the little bit where she did her little English accent at the end and a lot of people suggested that it was a dig at you. I just want to know how you feel about it.’’
Harry:  “She’s a great performer and she always performs great. She’s always good on the stage. She’s been doing it a long time. She knows what she’s doing on stage. It was just another good Taylor Swift performance. It was good.”
He literally dodges the question so hard. He did not say anything about it, he just said she is a good performer. Something he only says about her in ALL interviews, I’m not kidding.  He basically insinuated that she has a lot of experience (she has been doing it a long time), shading her fake exes. I mean she does that a lot, so I am not surprised. 
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He clapped and so did the whole audience. They really have to stop trying, it is never going to happen. 
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So Taylor posted this picture on insta in January 2013 and Harry posted his picture in December 2013. Now, Haylor shippers claim they spent time together and shared the same room. Which is completely weird, because One Direction and Taylor shared the same hotel. It is a luxurious and expensive hotel, a lot of celebs stay in that hotel. Plus, the table and the pole thing are not in Harry’s picture/ room view. They did not share the same room. 
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On 31 January 2013 Ed Sheeran talkes about Taylor and Harry, since he is a mutual friend. Ed is amazing as always and he says ‘’I’d rather not comment on that’’ then he tells an amazing story about Harry giving homeless people pizaa. That is so sweet, those people deserve some love. Plus, this is how you answering a question like this.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=37&v=9KETDQeDpK4
On 25 August, 2013 Taylor shades Harry again in front of public. While accepting her awards she says: “I also want to thank the person who inspired this song, who knows exactly who he is, because now I got one of these,” she said, holding her award. “Thank you so much!”
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnUV4NgItpk (0:45)
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While she says that the camera quickly turns to Harry and the boys of One Direction. Louis is not happy, he is super mad, look at him biting his lip.The other guys also got in on the disdain. Here’s Niall saying “Horrible. I freaking told you” to Louis. Harry just chews his gum and just laughs at the camera, just like Zayn and Niall. Zayn just sips his tea like everyone else. I forgot to add that Louis refused to clap for Taylor, we all know why. 
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People think Harry is staring at her bottom in this picture which is a common mistake. He is not doing that, he is looking at her direction while blinking, Taylor is already behind him. Look at his eyes, they are not even in her direction. 
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This is once again a printed interview. I just never get the idea Haylor shippers have when it comes to their fake relationship. Harry literally said he was single at the time and they still make it about Haylor. Just because she wanted attention to put his love banner tattoo in the music video. Which is weird, because the media claimed it was about Harry and only printed interviews ‘confirmed’ it was about Harry. They make it seem like that, because she needs to sell her albums. However, she did mean Harry when dissing him at the VMA’s and she was talking about IKYWT. So she basically insinuated the song is about him herself. Which is insane, because they did not even had a ‘relationship’. They are just trying to fuel the Haylor Hell Fire.
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In short: Harry texted someone and Taylor got a text and showed it to Selena and now people think Harry did that (I’m rolling my eyes). First of all, no one said they checked their phones at the same time, so how could you know something like this? It is such a reach. In the video Taylor looks nowhere (only at her date and behind Selena, Harry is sat completely on the other side.) she just talks to Selena and Selena just looks behind Taylor. None of them is looking at Harry, this is the best debunk of them all.
Link: https://twitter.com/haylorthread/status/997928258451763201
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Taylor and Harry were pictured together with Ed Sheeran and someone else at the VMA afterparty. Remember what I said about pictures being released for a reason. This is just a picture, just like he takes pictures with fans. I just do not get how this is proof that they ‘hung out together’. Harry was asked about this and he said ‘’Yeah we went out for drinks with Ed and some friends and yeah….. it was good’’
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In this picture the yellow area show what Harry is truly looking at. Taylor is literally sitting far from the places he is looking at. The other pictures are just trashy, because he is not looking at her at all in those.
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I definitely think Harry just ignores her, he does not even pay attention to her.
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Then, this happened. While 1D gave their speech Taylor said ‘’Shut the hell up’’. People thought it was meant for Harry and 1D. Ed cleared the rumors up. I do not know what to believe, she seems like a person to do that to 1D since she shaded him tons of times.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=19&v=TGYyoWY0lQY
So Liam said this in an interview . This does not mean that live interviews are real and always truthful. On the contrary, they are scripted most of the time. However it is really funny that Louis did not show up. It is even funnier that we’ve seen multiple moments of the boys being annoyed by Taylor. Link: https://twitter.com/swifttcreature/status/872318554447761409
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Harry is asked about Taylor again. The interviewers asked what he would say to Taylor if he met her again, since he said she is a good songwriter. Harry dodges the question again and says ‘’That she is a good songwriter’’. He repeated the SAME thing he has been repeating the whole time when asked about TAYLOR. Harry also says they are ‘all good’. Something he has been repeating over and over again too. When Harry says that she’s a good songwriter, our little bitter Louis says ‘’You got any advice for her?’’ while smiling. Harry laughs at that. He just acts like they never had a fake relationship, and he does not consider it a relationship. That is why we love you too Harry. I also fogot to add that I love how Louis kind of shades her with his remark. 
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=7&v=4UzCPvSGr8U
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Then somewhere in 2013 fans meet 1D and Harry asks what they were listening to, they reply with ‘’Taylor Swift’’. Of course Louis laughs as the first one. Harry just nods and laughs because of Louis. At 1:58
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=127&v=57Gg2QYnvMA
This makes it seem like he is smiling when Jonathan Ross says her name, but it is not like that. He was smiling already because of something that was said earlier. Then he just says ‘’yeah’. Then Joanathan asks if Harry is okay with Taylor and Cara hanging out and maybe talking about him. Then Harry says he is friends with them, because he thought Jonathan meant that.
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This is also one of the examples, just like Ed, Liam and Niall. Courtney and Harry have hung out before. He was invited to a secret screening of hers. Harry is also friends with her ex husband. Ed Sheeran is also friends with Jennifer Aniston. Ed is Taylor and Harry’s mutual friend. That is why they ‘hang out’. They never hang out with the two of them, but in a group since Ed is friends with them. I honestly do not get how this makes Taylor and Harry a ‘couple’. They just hang out because Ed is there too. We have seen what Harry’s reaction is when it comes to Taylor or girl in general and dear darling, he is so distant. 
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To be continued in a Part 2…
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twenty-sixumbrellas · 6 years ago
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Another Time 2/2
Part 1
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Prompt: “can you write a second part for another time???” -a very cool anon
A/N: GUYS WERE AT 344 FOLLOWERS AHHH!1!1!! THATS WACK! Thank you guys so much! Same thing as last time. Five never leaves in this, and you’re in college. You’re both about 19.
Flashbacks are in italics.
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Another Time Part 2
AKA Five’s four attempts at proposing, and the one time you said yes.
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The first time Five had realized he was in love with you was April 2nd.
“Five look!” You’re so delighted to find some illegal fireworks in the woods, that he doesn’t even notice that they were in fact, illegal. “This is going to be so cool! Babe? Will you go home and make a quick picnic? Since you can teleport and all...”
He could never say no to your famous puppy dog eyes. “Fine. Don’t. Light. Any.”
“Got it!”
He teleports home and begins two peanut butter marshmallow sandwiches. As he lathers on peanut butter, Diego walks in. “Y/n?”
Five nods, intently focused.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve gone soft.” Five head snaps up and he glares at him.
Grabbing a basket, he sighs. I guess everyone knew. “Maybe.”
Diego’s surprised. “You admit it? She really does have an effect on you.”
“Well, at least I’m not dating a bunch of cutlery.” He smiles and teleports.
“Jackass.”
The fireworks were so much better than either of you could imagine. And, as Five watched you giggling at the rogue ones who made nearby cars go off, he decided that he loved you.
His second attempt to propose to you, after the first when you were sick, was on August 24, your 8th date.
As you guys pull up to the concert, you can’t stop shifting in your seat. “This is going to be so much fun!”
“I hope so, or punching an innocent man until he gave you tickets would have been a waste,” he sasses, putting the car in park.
“Hey! He lost that game of poker fair and square. Not my fault that he’s an idiot.”
As Five laughs, he hopes that nothing goes wrong tonight. He had contacted your favorite band in advance and asked them if they’d announce his proposal.
He’d even gone and spent a good 8 hours with your dad, picking out a ring that “was good enough for my baby”! If tonight didn’t go as planned, he’d lose it.
Walking in, hand in hand, you squeal and drag Five over to a merch stand, buying both you and Five different shirts.
You gasp. “The concert starts in 2 minutes! We’ve got to go!” He can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm.
When the concert starts, you make Five dance with you to your favorite songs, and he’s sure this is who he wants to marry.
The end of the concert nears, and Five grows nervous. This was it.
The lead singer cuts the music, as he smiles. “It’s a very lovely night!” He receives screams as a response. “And a love- ly night!” More screams. “Tonight, we have a big fan of ours, who’d like to ask a very important quest-” he’s cut off by a guy who climbed on stage and punched him in the face. A mosh pit soon take up the whole arena.
Five goes pale, and teleports you out of harms way, into the parking lot. He’s breathing hard, but stops when he hears your laughter.
“Oh my gosh!” Laughter. “That was amazing!” More laughter.
“You psychopath! We were nearly mauled!” But Five can’t help but laugh too.
His third attempt, he recalls as he begins to put on a nice shirt, buttoning it up, was on October 4th.
You were spending a night in your apartment, watching all of your favorite movies. This was a better idea, thought Five, no crazy guys to punch away your moment.
As you snuggled closer to Five, he reaches over for the little black box.
You look up to him and ask, “what are you doin-” But are soon cut off by a very high Klaus, who’s screaming something about a man in a blue skirt selling coconuts, followed by a rave.
You’re left to taking care of Klaus, who takes your bed, and Five’s left to convincing the rave to go home.
It’s a very long night, and you crash on your couch after all of that exhausting work, Five forgets his anger at Klaus ruining his plan, and grabs a blanket and sleeps next to you.
Five finishes getting ready and steps out of the door. He gets in his car, and drives to your house. ‘New plan, new plan,’ he mentally repeats.
He knocks and you open the door, bright eyed. “Well look at you Mr. White Dress Shirt. I didn’t even know you owned that!”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know,” he muses.
“Well, where are we going?”
“That,” he smiles, “is a surprise.”
As he drives the long road, he chuckles and sings along to all of the music you love. You’re having a blast, and this time Five was prepared.
He had called all of his siblings, and Vanya was watching Klaus today. She wished him luck, and he felt he really needed it. He had also rented this entire beach, so no one should intrude.
You squeal once you see the ocean. “I love the ocean! How’d you know?”
Your dad yelled it into his ear until he couldn’t hear anything else. “Lucky guess.”
You two play in the ocean, splashing and swimming, until it gets dark, then Five starts a fire.
You yawn, “I think this is the best day ever.”
Five, failing to notice the storm clouds approaching, says, “Yeah, maybe.”
He begins to once again reach for the little black box, when a huge grumble over thunder begins a rough rainstorm.
“God damnit!”
You start laughing, as you grab his hand, pulling him into the car.
Soaked to the bone, and very giggly, you laugh at Five’s pissed, wet state.
He smiles. “Fuck it.”
“Hm?”
“Y/n, I’m hopelessly in love with you, and you mean the world to me. Everything I do with you makes me fall harder, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He pulls out the little black box for the final time, and says, “Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n, will you marry me?”
You start crying, and for a moment, Five is worried. “Of course, you idiot.”
You meet, soaking wet, in a cramped car, in the middle of a rain storm, in a very passionate kiss.
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xukunstellation · 7 years ago
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I’m Yours || Huang Justin
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Title: I’m Yours Pairing: Reader x Justin Genre: angst + fluff Word Count: 1849 words Summary: Being oceans away from your boyfriend proved to be harder than you thought.
A/N: Why is it so hard to find angsty gifs for these boys? I spent a good an hour searching before giving up and settling on his weibo photo. Oof. Ngl, writing angst for this cutie was a bit difficult because he’s a literal ball of sunshine. It’s a little more fluff than angst, i think asdfghjl. I’m sorry! I hope this doesn’t turn out too crappy. Enjoy! As per usual, everything is under the cut!
When Justin told you he would be going away to LA, you were so happy for him. Seeing how excited he was to fly abroad to the U.S. made your heart swell. After all, he would be pursing more training as well as be preparing for Nine Percent’s tour, album and debut. However, it was when he told you that he’d be away for a month that put a damper to your mood. It would be the longest (both time and distance) he would be away from you since the two of you have been dating.
However, it wasn’t as if it was the first time Justin had traveled away from you. Every so often, he and Zhengting would fly to Korea for their training but they would usually be back within two or three weeks or so. Even then, the time difference would only be an hour apart. But since he would be in LA, the time difference was a whopping 15 hours apart, so you knew communication would be even more difficult seeing how busy he was going to be on top of that.
Don’t be mistaken though. You were completely supportive of your boyfriend. His dreams were coming true one by one and you couldn’t have been more proud of him. When you agreed to date him, you knew that things would be difficult as a trainee and definitely even more when he made it big (which you had no doubt he would and you were right).
Nine Percent hasn’t even debuted yet, but they’ve already garnered such a huge fan base. Not only that, Justin ranked 4th on Idol Producer so his popularity had skyrocketed tremendously throughout those four months of filming. You knew he had thousands upon thousands, possibly millions, of fans around the world.
You couldn’t help the worry that gnawed away at your stomach. They say that fame changes people, and a little voice in the back of your head wondered if it would do the same for Justin. He was still very young after all with huge aspirations. For years, he had been waiting for the day to finally debut. A part of you wondered if you were holding him back. After all, you believed that he should put his career and dreams first before you, who was essentially a nobody with silly little feelings for him that he so happened to return. You knew he could have anyone he wanted, so why settle for you?
As if he knew you were thinking of him, your computer started ringing. Glancing over at the screen, you saw a square photo of you and Justin pop up. You almost forgot that he told you the other day that he would be free to video call. Reaching over to click on the green phone symbol, you waited for a few seconds before the screen cleared and the image of a brunette appeared.
“(Y/n!)” Justin yelled excitedly.
A smile appeared on your face despite the nerves you were feeling. In true Justin fashion, his hair was slightly disheveled as if he had been running around. He still had on makeup from whatever schedule he had earlier that day. You guessed that he was too lazy to take it off even though you were pretty sure it was late for him.
“Hey, Minghao,” you answered back sweetly. “Isn’t it 11 pm in LA?”
“It is. We just came back from a shoot after having dance practice the entire day. I’m so tired,” he whined loudly, throwing his head back in an over-exaggerated manner.
You chuckled. The Justin Huang was tired? The same person who is literally bouncing off the walls 24/7? “Are you as tired as that time that Zhengting made you and Chengcheng run around the entire Yuehua building three times because you two decided to skip practice to go eat?”
He groaned. “God, never again. He made us dance twice as long to make up for the missed practice. Zhengting ge is so scary when he’s angry. He becomes Satan himself,” he replied.
Justin raised raised his hands to his head to form devil ‘horns’. You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m almost preeeetty sure your members have specially nicknamed you ‘the devil’s spawn’ after all the pranks you play on them.”
“What can I say? I’m the king of pranks,” he shrugged cockily, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.
“Did anything interesting happen lately?” you asked.
He took a few seconds to think about. Just as he was going to shake his head, he clapped his hands firmly together. “Ah! There was something today!”
“I'm all ears."
"Nongnong ge and I were out on a coffee run for the members this afternoon, right? As usual, we had a few fans who recognized us and were trailing us on our way back to the hotel. One of the girls kept calling for ge's name, so I just assumed that they were all his fans," he began simply.
You nodded, "Okay, go on."
"But then, guess what? The girls started shouting my name! 'Ah! Justin! I love you!' 'Huang Minghao!' 'You're so cool!'" He replied, raising the pitch in his voice to emulate fangirling like the extra dork he is.
"I'm not surprised. You're very popular. It's no surprise that you have girls fawning over you," you mused thoughtfully, him not catching the wistful tone in your voice.
"Of course. Who can deny this handsome face?" He confidentially posed, "They were very pretty, too! I have the most beautiful Nanas."
You struggled to smile back at him, "I can imagine..."
Justin failed to see how much his words were affecting you. He rambled on and on about how much he was being recognized in LA and how he was basically a world star now. He, as well as the other boys, even had the chance to meet up with several famous celebrities. Although he was right in front of you through a screen, he seemed a lot farther from you now.
"And then my fan asked-"
"Okay, I get it already! You're finally a celebrity and living the life," you snapped in irritation.
Seeing the shocked look of surprise on Justin's face, you felt guilt immediately sink into your stomach. You mentally cursed yourself for losing your composure. Sighing deeply, you ran a hand through your hair.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," you apologized.
"I-It's okay," he awkwardly responded, all traces of excitement leaving his features. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, baby, it's not you. I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid."
"To be fair, you can't be more stupid than Chengcheng ge," he joked lightly, trying to break the tension. "Tell me what's wrong?"
Biting your lip, you felt all fight leave your body. "Minghao... why are you still with me?" You whispered.
"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing together.
"Of all people, why are you dating me?"
The question seemed to catch him off guard. Once it registered in his mind, he replied, "I thought it was obvious. I like you."
You shook your head in frustration, "But you also like your fans. Minghao, you're a star. A star that deserves to have the best. You can have anyone in this entire world, but you choose to be with me? I'm a nobody while you're out here living the high life. Whose to say that you won’t get tired of me as you grow older? You said it yourself. You have the most beautiful of fans, so why not get together with one of them?"
Tears started to pool around your eyes and you quickly wiped them away. On the other hand, Justin was looking at you with utter shock. He was absolutely distraught seeing how effected you were but not having much experience in the consoling department, he struggled to find a way to make you feel better. He felt really bad about the entire situation, but didn't know what to say or do. He paused for a few minutes to find the right words to say.
"Ayyyeee, what are you even saying? You're not making any sense," he said, waving you off casually.
Frustrated that it appeared that he wasn't taking you seriously, you glared at him and hovered your mouse over the 'end call' button. "Bye, Minghao."
"Wait, no!" He yelled in panic.
Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you huffed and removed your hand. He bit his lip nervously.
"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I'm not very good at this whole relationship thing. I didn't mean to brag about my life nor did I mean to make you feel bad," he began.
"You asked why I'm dating you. It's because I really really really like you. Everything about you is amazing. You're always supporting me and I love how much fun we have together. Your looks are a bonus, and for the record, I think you're incredibly attractive. Sometimes I wonder why you're with me when I'm a literal child most of the time."
It was your turn to be caught off guard. For someone who always came off as confident to you, you were surprised that he felt insecurities about you as well. He's always joking around with a smile on his face, so it never really registered to you that he was possibly scared of losing you too.
"I feel like I'm holding you back from your dream," you admitted sadly. "Do you realize how dangerous it is to your image if people were to find out you’re dating me? What if your company makes us break up?"
"Then, I'll fight for us. I'm not letting you go. If my fans and company really care about me, they'll let me be happy with you," he stated as if it was obvious.
"It isn't that easy."
"No one said it had to be. I refuse to choose between my dream and you. As a matter of fact, aside from performing, you're also my dream."
You blushed and cringed at his words, "That was incredibly cheesy, you know. You've been hanging around Yanjun for too long."
He smiled smuggly at you in triumph, "But it made you smile, didn't it?"
You chuckled, acknowledging that he was right. You felt a lot better now knowing that he still only had eyes for you and that you weren't being an obstacle for him.
"When are you coming home? I miss you," you questioned with a small pout.
"I miss you, too. Our manager said we should be home in a few days and we'll take a little break before schedules again."
"That doesn't sound too bad. I'm stealing you away as soon as you come home though."
"You've already stolen my heart, baobei."
"Oh my god."
You groaned, clutching your heart as you pretended to die from the greasiness. He laughed, proud at himself for being so 'clever'. Leaning his chin on his palm, he grinned at you adoringly.
"You can steal me away anytime, (y/n). I'm yours."
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evellyynn7 · 6 years ago
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All Eyes On Me
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP* I woke up to my annoying alarm clock and started getting out of bed. I was sooo tired from last night since Monty had a little surprise for me and left me sore all over but I had to push through it and get ready for the day so I go and do my daily routine but then see that there were 10 messages from Monty and 3 missed calls! I quickly picked up my phone and gave him a call
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"Hey babe what happened??" "Why didn't you answer? I called like 50 times!" "Ya ik I'm sorry I was getting ready but I'm here now so talk to me!" "Well I have some bad news that idk how to tell you exactly... I just need your help with something, meet me outside in 10" "Yeah okay babe " "I love you" "I love you too" I hung up and went downstairs to check on my family "Hey, Mom made pancakes and fruit so you have to eat with us before going to school" my 14 year old brother Liam said and walked away with his friend that he invited for breakfast. I ate quickly and headed out the door to find Monty waiting outside for me in his black Jeep, I hopped in and he looked so nervous "Hey what's wrong?" "I did something bad but I can't tell you, I just need your help to hide it and if anyone asks you anything just say you were with me last night" "But I was with you, what happened Monty!!" "Babe I can't tell you right now just trust me... please" "What do want me to do" "Just follow me once we get to school"
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I sat quiet in the passenger seat of his car obviously very nervous but I didn't realize how nervous I was till Monty put his hand on my thigh, apparently my thigh was shaking a bit. His strong hands felt good on my weak spot so I let out a small gasp which he smirked at. Maybe it was the thrill that made him feel good when he surprised me or made me feel some type of way, I don't mind though cause everything about him made me weak. The whole car ride to school was a short but sweet kinda ride, it was cloudy and a little cold and the windows were down with chill music playing and his scent was wispy and masculine. I soon forgot about everything that worried me and enjoyed him being with me but that was soon gone when a group of his friends came whistling and hollering at our direction and with that, I felt the anxiety again especially since they were banging on the car and making inappropriate gestures
"De la Cruz! Are you going for round 2??" Bryce said "Aye I mean you can check doing it at school off the list" Zach said laughing "Hey come on guys stop and just leave us alone okay?" "Damn okay bro but don't act like you don't like it" Justin winked at us and the rest of the guys left We got off the car and walked the halls of liberty high, you felt his hand on your waist and his fingers lowering to you ass
He grabbed my ass hard and whispered in my ear of how hot I looked today and to meet him in his car for lunch "Babe i don't know if we should do this here" I said giggling "Baby don't worry I will make it lowkey and you will feel amazing, the boys just got me thinking and I want to mark doing it at school off our list" Just then I saw Mr. Winchester walk beside us and gave me a questionable look "What are you guys talking about so secretively? If it's not appropriate then save it for another time but school isn't the time to be doing that, your here to learn not fulfill 'needs'" my 4th period teacher said almost like he was mad but for the wrong reason or like he was jealous. Monty caught that and wanted Mr Winchester to feel even more uncomfortable and jealous so he said "sure thing sir" then winked and pulled me in for a hot makeout session while grabbing my ass even harder and pulling me close then he started lowering to my neck and I saw him wink at my teacher as he did that and continued back to my neck. I was so shook but just went with it cause the sensation was amazing and left me with a little mark (hickey).
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Mr Winchester was beyond pissed and grunted but then caught himself and fixed himself with little coughs or clearing of the throats and walked away angry. "What was that about?" I said pushing Monty off of me. "I don't know what's up with him but don't worry your pretty little head about it, cmon let's go and I'll explain everything that happened last night at lunch okay?" He kissed my forehead and was about to leave but i pulled him back in for a long kiss while tugging on his shirt. He smirked during the kiss but left to class after we broke the kiss. I rushed to open my locker but as I opened it I saw a really handsome police officer walk the halls with his co workers and they were looking around for something in particular but i wasn't sure what and that's when we made eye contact and I could feel that we both new something felt strange but in a good way, it seemed like we were staring at each other for hours but then his co worker so he was staring at me and he gave him a little shake to wake him up and focus but that startled him and made him jump a bit so that made me laugh quietly.
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I carried on and got my stuff and headed to my boring math class.When I walked in the room I could feel the vibe was dead so I prepared myself for the first boring class of the day. Classes were like that until 4th period. I went to my history class with Mr. Winchester and took my front row seat where he assigned me and some other people. "I'm glad you all came today cause i have a very special project I'd like you guys to pair up for!" "Please find one partner and meet me up here and pick up an outline then I'll tell everyone what we're doing" "Great I know nobody in this class" I mumbled and rolled my eyes Everyone quickly found partners and some kids asked me to be in their group but they were the weird kids so since I didn't know what the project was about, I didn't trust what I had to do with them. I was soon the only person without a partner so my teacher saw and approached me. "Where's your partner?" "I didn't get one, the class isn't even" "Oh dang I didn't notice... well I guess I can help with that if your okay with getting an A" he said in a witty manner and chuckled a bit. "I'm definitely okay with that, what's the assignment?" "I'll explain right now" he gave me a quick wink and headed to the podium to explain. "Alright everyone, so we will be doing a trust exercise with a twist and an educational purpose!" He said and continued explaining "So with your partners we will be doing a few exercises that resent the Cold War and how the troops had to trust each other in order to win, so your exercises will help you achieve daily tasks learning more about one another yet trusting their decisions, refer to the exercises on your rubric and afterwards write a compare and contrast essay and what you learned and how that relates to events in the Cold War"
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The bell rang and everyone left quickly in a buzz about how excited they were, I was still packing up and remembered I had to meet Monty at his car right now but was suddenly stopped. "Hey.. I was wondering if you would wanna get a heads start on the assignment right now?" "Oh sorry I can't right now Mr Winchester, I have to meet my boyfriend" And with that very word he seemed ticked and his body language became harder to read as he sat back down on his chair, he looked tired from the day but damn, it looked like hotttt mess on him! "How about tomorrow at lunch?" I suggested so he would feel better "That's perfectly fine, see you then" he shook my hand as I left but he was holding it for a while and watched as I left.
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When I opened the door I noticed a familiar face... it was the police officer I saw earlier! I could tell he was on his break talking with his coworkers and his eyes stuck on me the whole time until I left the building. I saw Monty in his car waiting for me (GIF) he seemed anxious and I already knew what he was gonna talk to me about.. "Hey babe!" I said happily as I kissed him and got into the car. "Hi my love" he said after we broke our kiss and he automatically put his hand on my thigh as he drove out of the school lot "So where are we going?" He looked at me through his sunglasses and gave a small smile "you'll find out babe" We drove in silence for what felt like forever but then suddenly came to a road ledge (clif) and he parked on the grass area it was sunny but the bunches of trees gave us so much shade. He parked the car and got off to sit/lean on the hood of his car, I then followed him and he placed his hand on my hip so I could face him. "So this isn't easy to talk about babe but I'm just stressing about last night and I need you to help me with the stress after we talk about it... is that ok with you?" He said nervously but anxious to kiss me or have me cause his eyes were filled with lust and he seemed eager. "Yes of course babe" I kissed him passionately so he knew I'd do what he wanted after we talked. "Ok so please don't be upset but... after we did it I went to go home - my dad was drunk and angry at my mom so I saw him beat the shit out of her and I couldn't just watch and let him hurt her so I ran to them and knocked my dad out but afterwards he got pissed and told me to pack up my stuff and get out so I did and I'm staying with Bryce right now... I tried to call you but you wouldn't answer so I thought of the second best option" he said this with so much emotion that I could tell he was about to cry. I went in to hug him and he started crying so I lifted his face in my hands and started to kiss him passionately and that led to a hot make out session on the hood of his car.
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He grabbed my waist and slid his hand up my shirt to un clip my bra but he was doing it under my shirt, he then got it off with one hand and he started rubbing my boobs softly and he started to give me a hickey on my neck which led me to moan a little in his ear which I could tell turned him on cause he started to grow really hard down there so I decided to take him into the car without breaking the kiss or ruining the mood. We got in and I straddled him on the front seat "Mmm babe I wanna be in you right now" he said panting and antsy. "Be patient love let me make you a little more happy" I said winking at him I grinding myself on his hardness and that made him moan and he grabbed my ass hard and bit my lip slightly, he could feel the heat beneath me and he started moving in his seat ready to tear off my clothes and slide himself in me but he didn't, I took off my shirt to reveal my breast and he immediately started licking and sucking them which made me moan. I took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants revealing his harness thru his boxers, I slid them down and started licking him down and sucked and he ran his hand thru my hair helping me go faster then he finished so he pulled down my underwear and he slowly slid himself in me since I'm wearing a skirt, it's easy access but then he went harder and thrusted with more frustration then the last thrust. Soon after we were out of breath and he thanked me and complimented me on how good I was then we drove back to school since lunch was about to end. Once we got into school I saw the police officer from before and he watched me and Monty get out of the car and he seemed suspicious of us but we shrugged it off and went inside to finish off the day
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fcklifeex · 7 years ago
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Finn Balor - Request 1
Request: Heeyyy girllll so I just wanted to say a few things and I'm sorry if I just came out of the blue. First of all your writing is amazing so you deserve the writing spot in wwe bc that dean ambrose fic is now my fave bc it was so cute ☺️ and if I can I would like to request a story with Finn balor where you guys have a young child and they have a nerf gun war ending badly??? Cute and funny with a tad bit of angst . Sorry if it's weird
Paring: Finn Balor/Reader
Y/N - Your Name //  Y/S/N - Your Son’s name
I woke up to the feel of something hitting me, opening my eye only to be hit in the face again.
“What in the…” I sat up to see my son shooting both Finn and I with a two nerf guns in hand.
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With a laugh, i nudged Finn who slept like a dead man. 
Finn rubbed his eyes, leaning up on his elbows slowly realizing what was happening before he started laughing.
“There's the birthday boy!” Finn smiled sitting up in bed.
Today was Y/S/N’s 4th birthday and each year after he went to bed the night before, we’d leave one present in the room for him to wake up to then he’d get the rest later in the day.
This year, my amazingly thoughtful husband decided our son was old enough for a nerf gun without any consideration of how extremely annoying it would be for the rest of us.
“Daddy, daddy - play with me!” Y/S/N yelled in excitement as he tossed the second gun onto Finn.
Unfortunately, our baby also had no sense in aim and it landed right on his groin. Finn toppled over in pain but the kid was already running out of the room and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You find this funny do yah?” He grunted as he cupped himself.
“I’m just adoring the fact that I was right.” With a laugh, I leaned in to give him a kiss before getting out of bed to throw on a robe.
“You’re not right!” He protested as his lips curled into a smile unable to keep from laughing.
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“I’ll make breakfast.” I laughed, brushing him off as he ran out of the room in his boxers to chase after our little brown eyed boy.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed downstairs into the kitchen, pulling out everything I needed to make pancakes and played some music off my phone. Seeing as it was only 7 in the morning, the birthday party wouldn’t be for hours giving me plenty of time to set up later.
The sound of two sets of footsteps could be heard all throughout the house and I smiled to myself watching them come down the stairs, shooting mercilessly at each other while they laughed.
It really was so heartwarming to see. Finn was on the road a lot and he was always tired but he never let it show when it came to anything our son and I wanted to do.
I danced around to the music, mixing the batter when suddenly I was covered in batter when an array of nerf bullets shot into my mixing bowl.
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“Finn! Y/S/N!” I yelled but I couldn't help but laugh when they both attacked me with kisses, as apology.
“Sorry mama!” They said simultaneously as Finn kissed my cheek and head while Y/S/N kissed my hip and stomach.
“I married a child.” I laughed to myself as I grabbed a towel to wipe myself off while they ran off shooting at each other again.
Suddenly a high pitched squeal can't from the back stairs.
“Shit.” I heard Finn’s voice followed by our son crying. “Y/N!”
I immediately stopped everything and ran towards the sound of the crying to be met by blood on the stairs and Finn holding our son.
“What the hell happened?!” I asked, cupping the baby’s face to find the source of the blood. He had a rather large cut on the bottom of his chin and I looked at Finn demanding an answer.
“He tripped on the stairs and hit his chin, i think he needs stitches.” Finn said taking a closer look.
“I told you he wasn’t ready for a nerf gun!” I hit Finn in the arm before walking into the bathroom to grab a towel and covering the baby’s gash. “Now we have to take him to the hospital, on his birthday nonetheless!”
“He’ll be okay, it’s just a small cut.” He returned trying to sooth the crying child. “Right buddy?”
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I shot him and evil look and we rushed to change into clothes before strapping him in the car with me in the backseat still holding the towel on his chin while Finn rushed us to the hospital.
In the emergency room we checked him in and were quickly ushered into the back. The boy hadn’t stopped crying and I hadn’t stopped fuming at Finn.
“Hey, these things happen babe. He’s a kid.” He tried before pressing a kiss on my head.
“I know he’s a kid, that doesn’t mean he should be almost dying at every turn!”
Finn laughed and ruffled the baby’s hair. “He didn’t almost die, he just learned a lesson about running up stairs, right bugger?”
Teary eyed, the baby nodded and Finn shot us both a smile. Soon the doctor came in and I held Y/S/N while they gave him a total of 4 stitches underneath his chin. To my surprise he didn’t cry or scream out, he just braved it all. After the doctor was finished, he gave our son a sticker and a high-five before stepping out to review aftercare with Finn.
“Look at you.” I smiled down at the baby. “You were so brave.”
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“Good job, bud!” Finn smiled as he walked back in and gave him a high five. Now you’re just like mommy and daddy! Look.” He said lifting his chin to show his and I lifted my head to do the same.
Finn had gotten his while wrestling of course while I had gotten my scar from being a clumsy child just like Y/S/N. I guess I was a little harsh on Finn. These things happen all the time.
“Yup, now you’re officially part of the club.” I joked, kissing his head.
After checking him out, we strapped him in the backseat again while Finn and I sat up front on the drive home.
“I’m sorry about freaking out.” I said quietly.
Finn looked over at me, taking my hand in his to lace our fingers together as he drove. “Don’t worry about it, I like when you get into mama-bear mode.”
With a small laugh, i brought his hand up to my lips to press a kiss against it. “I love you.”
“Love you too baby.” He smiled before looking in the rear-view at the baby. “Now - who’s ready for their birthday party?” “Meeee!” Y/S/N yelled excitedly from the back.
*Gifs not mine!
I hope you enjoyed, and as always - let me know if you have a request!
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bbreactions · 7 years ago
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Big Bang's reactions to overhearing his wife and her friend talking about how she had a miscarriage but he never knew you were pregnant
A/N:
Hello! How are you? Today was my firt day of school. On Friday. I feel so weird thtat it’s Friday and the fact that school is starting again. I hope you are having more fun than me at school/work~
[GIFs not mine] T.O.P He came back after shooting a movie abroad for a few months. It was really hard to keep waiting for him to come back and in the meantime, it appeared you were pregnant. You only told your best friend, which happened to be a doctor. She gave you a phone number of her friend who did an ultrasound with you. Everything was okay until the third month when you had a miscarriage and lost the baby. You didn't tell him yet so you were okay when he came back. When he finally came back home you threw him a surprise welcome back party. Your best friend also came and you were talking in the kitchen.
"Are you really okay, Y/N? I know how hard it is to go through the miscarriage... Don't worry much, you will have plenty of chances."
"Yeah... I mean you're right."
"W-what are you talking about, yeobo?"
He couldn't believe what he heard while passing by the door. He was shocked you didn't tell him and also disappointed. After that, the party was over and all the guest left the party soon after that. He took the car and drove somewhere. You called him but he wouldn't answer. He couldn't believe something like that would ever happen to him. He visited Taeyang and asked if it's normal to have a 'miscarriage'. Together they googled everything and called your best friend to ask if it is normal and why didn't you tell him. Soon you got a call from Taeyang calling he'll send T.O.P home. When he got home he was very angry but understood it was hard for you.
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G-Dragon
A Late period was your normal thing but when 3 months came by you were worried something is wrong and visited a gynaecologist and he told you about your pregnancy. You were happy for a while until it came to some complications. You decided to tell Jiyong right after he comes back in a week but that week ended up with miscarriage. You haven't told anyone about it until a couple months later. While you were with your friends gossiping you mentioned what happened and your friend tried to comfort you. Jiyong came back from a dinner with Daesung and heard what you were talking about. 
"Which month were you in anyway? I think it's really common to have a miscarriage, so don't worry."
"In 4th month... Yeah, yeah... I know, don't worry I'm fine..."
"Y-you... were p-pregnant? What are you talking about?"
After your friend left he sat on the chair thinking what he just heard. He didn't know you were pregnant and you didn't plan it either so it was quite a surprise for him to hear about a baby he never knew it existed. He wanted to know exactly why, how and when that happened. He felt betrayed because you didn't tell him but afterwards he knew it must have been hard for you to go through this alone. He wanted you to promise him you'll tell him if something happens next time. Secretly he called Daesung and told him everything and even cried. He thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. 
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Taeyang 2 months after your honeymoon vacations it seemed like you were pregnant after all. You got really excited and planned the whole surprise party with your best friend and told her how happy you are and how Taeyang's gonna be thrilled with the news. After you ended the call you felt pain in your stomach and went to emergency room. They told you, you lost the baby and it was really usual to go through a miscarriage at least once. After that, you went straight to your friend's apartment and told her everything. Taeyang got worried because you haven't answered his texts or messages so he came to her apartment and heard you crying about it.
"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
"Don't worry... She'll come back home tomorrow and tell you everything."
He believed you just need a friend now but he was dying to know what was wrong and waited for you until the morning when you came back. You told him everything and he wasn't angry or upset, he just felt like you should've never go through that alone. He hugged you and let you cry. He didn't know that could actually happen but now he was very careful when you talked about having a child. 
"I'll be there next to you. Don't think you can't tell me things like that. You're my wife and I tell you everything, okay?"
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Daesung Before Daesung went for the not-so-short trip to Thailand, you were fine and happy but you haven't had luck with pregnancy because you had a miscarriage. It was a tough time for you back then and you thought it was time to tell your friend about it. You didn't want Daesung to know because you were scared of what would he say. It was about a time Daesung will come home but you were having a friend over and you talked about what happened. you didn't hear the door open so you kept on talking about it and Daesung heard most of it.
"Hi, I'm home. What are you guys up to?”
"Hey~ We're gonna go grab a dinner together. Are you planning on going somewhere?"
"Umm... Nope, I'll just wait here. Always* whispers*"
After you left he couldn't focus on anything else but what he heard. He felt sorry that you had to go through that alone. When you came back home he asked you about it. He really wanted a child and it was very shocking for him that you lost a child. You talked about your future that night and spent all night listening to music together while cuddling. He didn't know what to say about miscarriage but he knew being romantic and sweet won't hurt anyone.
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Seungri You worried a lot while he was away but this time you had no time to worry about him since you were sick. When he came back home for a few weeks after working abroad, he noticed you are not feeling well but he had to go on a business trip for at least a week. In that week you finally got your period and your doctor told you, you lost a child. You had no idea that it would be possible for you to get pregnant since you were on pills and always used a protection. You didn't even dream of telling him what happened but you called your best friend and she rushed all the way from Namyangju to Seoul. While you were talking Seungri called and you answered without noticing. He heard everything and came back home the next day. "Are you okay? I got on the first plane...”
"Why? I'm fine... I was just sick. What about the business? Did it go well?"
"You don't have to hide anything from me... I mean... Do you want a baby? Is that what you want? Let's just talk about this...."
He was awkward to think about his own child already because he had no idea if he was even near to ready for it. He told you what he thinks of having a baby. If you want to have a baby that early he would get ready for it. Because he knew how upsetting it must be to be alone so much because of his work he made some changes in his work schedule. He wanted to make you more comfortable while living with him and talk about if you both wish to have the baby now. He became really serious about these things when he heard about what happened.
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