baby come back 2 me in my heart i still believe we were meant 2 be

My Immortal (Baron Corbin x Reader)

Context: Things were supposed to be perfect but only until they are never meant to be. Can Baron soothe Reader’s racing thoughts…or even his own? 

**A/N: **  So, second ever Baron Corbin fic because I wasn’t confident on writing him for a while since the first fic on him was average at best. I was originally going to go with a different Evanescence song but I think “My Immortal” fits better.

**S/B: ** Angst; not too sure if it’s too much or too little. I didn’t like the first draft I had queued so I rewrote parts. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

**Warnings: ** mystery (might be missing something; will add if I notice)

Originally posted by rezny

**Tags: ** @hardcorewwetrash ; @the-geekgoddes;  @m-a-t-91 ; @squirrel666; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @laochbaineann ;  @livingthestrongstyle ; @nickysmum1909 ;@caramara3 ; @lavitabella87 ; @hardcorewwetrash; @tooweirdforlifex; @wwefangirl69; @wefunloveruniverse; @ehvil7; @wrestlingnoob; @not-that-kinda-gurl08; @wwesmutdonedirtcheap ; @macfizzle; @balordarling

“….You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real

There’s just too much that time cannot erase…”

         “You sure you’ll be okay?” Baron looked up at the space between us; his brown eyes were filled with concern. I finally turned to face him, lips pursed in a tight line to stop the quivering. My hand passed softly through the thick black curls of my ‘fro.

           “I’ll be fine, babe. You’re going back on the road again in the morning, aren’t you?”

           “Yeah, the Pay-per-view is in a week.” He whispered, flashing a glance quickly up to see a tear finally fall from my eyes. In one swift motion, Baron got up and made his way to where I stood in the kitchen, wrapping his arms tenderly around my waist. “I’m sorry. You know how much I wish I can stay…but I can’t.

           “I know. You do this for the two of us.” I sighed, shoving the empty, dirty plates down in the dishwasher. “But I just wish you had a little more time to spend at home. It’s one of the things I still have to get used to.”

           “Come ‘ere. Come closer.” Baron said, when the doors shut and the wash cycle finally started. “Cuddle with me, tonight? I just wanna be in bed, wrapped up in you before I go. Maybe it’ll make it easier.”

           “Mmmm. I hope so.”

        “I need you to know that I fucking love you.” Baron mumbled the following morning. He intertwined my left hand in his, rubbing against the gold band on my ring finger. Baron’s lips formed a weak smile, letting the silence linger for a solid moment before opening it again to speak. “You’re my girl. You’re freaking amazing and I’d always be in debt to you for that.”

           “Baron?” I asked, kissing his lips. My voice lowering drastically. “Baron, are you alright? You sound off.”

           “I’m going to miss you that’s all.” He said, leveling his own voice to match my low tone.  I glared at towering man standing before me, perking up an eyebrow in question.

           “Are you sure?”

       “It’s probably just the fear from rising up the ranks so quickly, ya know? Nothing I can’t handle it. I don’t want you to worry.” Baron stammered

       Baron’s eye darted away from my terrified ones, before pulling me back into his arms. “I-I-I don’t…Look you trust me right, (Y/N)? Baby, please answer me.”

        “I’m your girl. I trust you.” I sniffed, biting my lip to prevent my tears from falling. I slowly walked the love of my life to front door of our apartment, where his suitcases laid. “Good luck out there. You’ll be okay. But promise me one thing?”


         “Promise me you’ll be okay?” I asked, lightly pressing a hand against his cheek. Baron’s lips pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

         “I’ll be okay, baby. I love you.” He repeated as his lips pressed against mine in a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll call you, sweetheart. I promise you that.”

         As Baron closed the door, his words didn’t make leaving any easier. They never did. But I always watched from the front window as the tattooed man with a maroon colored beanie made his way into the car outside. We both knew in an unspoken understanding that the bonds made between us could always change, especially with our chosen career paths.

        “It’s the pre Pay-per-view jitters, doll. Are you going to be watching?”

       Baron’s voice had soothed my ears every night doing his best to calm my fears but sweet nothings could not help ease what was there: the accidental creation of fear, a bad omen. I had never been one to believe in superstition until now.

       “You know it. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have a surprise for you when you get back tomorrow.”

         “Oh sweet pea, you already know how much I love surprises.”

           The volume on my laptop echoed off the walls of the bedroom in the same way it always did when a Pay-per-View was on. I held my breath as Baron slid with ease inside the ring post main event, the most aggressive expression painted on his face as he stared down a weary retaining champion in Jinder. Baron was more focused than ever before in this big moment.

           “Can it be, Tom? Is ‘The Lone Wolf’ going to do this at SummerSlam of all places?”



           A near fall.


        …3! And the new…As the ref’s hand hit the mats for the final count, I could feel the growing pride inside my heart as the WWE Championship was lifted above Baron’s head. The new title card under his name illuminated the change of titles and the crowd cheered in the same way my heart leaped in the beats of the pride I truly felt.

         When Baron called me with the cracks in his voice finally gone on the other side of the phone, I knew it was a good sign and a breath of fresh air.

         “Hey champ, I’m so proud of you!” I cheered. “I miss you so much.”

       “It was only my nerves. Thank you for believing in me.”

        Seven o’clock in the morning gave signal for three loud knocks came at the front door. Baron’s home early, I thought as a huge grin spread over my face. Baron’s ho—

        As I made my way downstairs, the colors of the police sirens from the other side of the closed curtains greeted my heart in ways I didn’t want it to. Fear and bad omens sometimes come true. God, how I hated it but I took a deep breath and opened the front door anyway. I silently hoped as I looked at the officer standing before me, it would’ve been different news. One that was never actually meant for me.

        “Mrs. Corbin?”

         “Yes, that me.” I answered quietly; rubbing the signs of sleep from my eyes. “Is there a problem?”

       “I’m so sorry to bother you this early in the morning. May I come in for a moment?”

      I hesitated unsure if it was some kind of joke, looking at the woman in front of me dressed in shades of official blue. Her face was solemn and her eyes were an empty shade of blue. I finally nodded, letting her in and guiding her to the dining room table.

     “Is it my husband?” I questioned. “Did something happen to him?

      “I’m sorry.” The officer sighed, letting those empty eyes do the talking. “We found your husband’s car crashed and abandoned on the side of the highway. All we found was this.”

   She left without another word, leaving the hat in my outstretched hands and me in my own thoughts. I guess nobody wants to see a wife weep over their lost husband.

    My lips trembled. Oh God, Baron.

     I’ve been in this rut for the last two months, two months since Baron’s disappeared and I found the last message he left. The last time I could possibly hear Baron’s voice again and the wounds were still as fresh as the first night I got the news.

     “(Y/N), baby. I know it’s late and you’re probably asleep. I’m on my way to the airport. To be honest, I thought I was rising to the top too quickly but babe…as long as I got you I can do this. I miss you. Can’t wait to see what surprise you have for me. I’ll call when I get—”

     “Shit!” he hissed. I bit my lip, as the skid of metal filled my ear and finally a loud crash. There was silence and the voicemail finally ended.

     I sadly guessed that I could never give Baron the surprise I was hoping for. My hands passed gently over the maroon colored beanie, as my tears stained the corners of the man I lost.

     Three months pregnant and my husband was gone; nowhere to be found. There were more horrors than the fear of performing. I said it before and I’ll say it again: Fear and bad omens can sometimes come true. Oh God, how I hated it.

Originally posted by deandeeds

Report // Jack Maynard

Word Count: 1379

Summary- School is stressing you out, and your boyfriend Jack helps calm you down.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Had fun writing this one, feel free to send requests. Just saying, I have not written any Caspar, Mikey, or Oli imagines at all, so if you want to request some, feel free x

Requested; Yes, thank you for requesting x

req; Can u write15, 16, 58, 67, 69, 80, 108 with jack maynard? The reader could be stressing about school and how she miss her home etc Thank you💘

15. You’re breaking my heart, babe.

16. Cry me a river.

67. I’m afraid.

68. I thought there was time.

80. Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

108. I’m glad you’re mine.


“Ugh! Not now!” You whined, as your phone rang again. You knew exactly who it was, and they could wait. You had a project due at Midnight, and you it was already 10pm. 2 hours seemed like a long time, except you kept being interrupted, and you were over-worked. You spent much too much time on facetime or on the phone with him, that you were falling behind in school. You loved him, you were certain, but your priorities led you to have many late nights writing out work for Uni.

The ringing stopped, and you sighed in relief. It was getting to a point you were so stressed, the littlest things were setting you off. You began typing out the report for your professor, when it rang again. Knowing him, if you didn’t answer, he’d call until you did. Sighing, you grabbed the phone and answered. “What?!” You spat, clearly frustrated. “Woah, relax Y/N.” Jack chuckled, but stopped when he realized you were silent.

“Y/N?” “Stop bothering me, Jack! I don’t have time for this!” “Wow. You’re breaking my heart, babe.” He teased, pretending to be hurt. “Cry me a river. Jack, stop being such a child for once! Not everything is a joke!” You said, done with his attitude. “Are you alright?” He asked, all jokes aside. “No! I have a huge report due tonight and I hardly have anything done, and now I’m once again wasting my time on these pointless conversations!”

“Y/N, you really need to calm down.” Jack said, a bit hurt, but he knew you didn’t really mean it. He knew Uni was slowly breaking you, you worked yourself until you couldn’t anymore and then all your bottled emotions flew out at once. “How am I supposed to? I swear, I planned everything out for this report! I thought there was time. I had a whole schedule written out, and still, here I am, writing it right before I have to send it. I’m afraid. What if I don’t even finish in time?! Or If I do finish it, but it won’t be good enough? I won’t have time to revise it, Jack!” You rambled, tugging at your hair.

“Y/N/N!” Jack shouted, making you jump and stay quiet. “I need you to breathe, okay? Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise. You’re going to pass this class, and write an amazing essay.” “Report.” You muttered, interrupting him. “Whatever, you know school wasn’t my strong suit.” This made you giggle slightly. You and Jack were friends before your relationship, and more often than not, you’d be over at his house late at night because he refused to get a tutor, and he’d only let you help him.

Jack sighed, relieved that he could hear your laugh again. It was hard, you still living in Brighton for uni, and Jack being in London for YouTube. “I miss you.” You muttered, tears pooling in your eyes. You hadn’t seen him in months, hence the frequent skype and phone calls. “I know, love. I miss you too, way more than you could ever imagine.” Jack said, bittersweetly.

You suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over you. “Jack, are we worth it?” You squeaked, and you could practically see the breath hitch in his throat and the heartbroken expression on his face as he spoke. “What? Y/N, you’ve got to be joking, I can’t lose you.” He said, desperately. His voice cracked, and one thing Jack was great at was concealing his emotions; except with you. You broke his barriers, you were the one who showed Jack there was more to life than parties and drinks; you were his soulmate, he was sure.

“I feel like I’m holding you back. We haven’t seen each other in 2 months, damnit! I just want to cuddle you, to hold you, to kiss you whenever I want, and I know you do too. Instead, I’m almost two hours away from you, and it’s my fault. You’re not the one separating us, I am. I chose to take uni in Brighton, and now we’re always apart. You deserve someone better than me, Jack.” You said, and at this point, you had tears running freely down your cheeks.

“Stop. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want anyone else, Y/N. I can’t have anyone else. There’s no one better than you in my eyes. I don’t care if there’s someone who can be here everyday for me if it isn’t you. You chose to take school in Brighton because of your family. That’s never something you should be ashamed for. I’m so incredibly proud of you, and yeah, being away from you sucks, but you’re doing something that you’ve been wanting to do since we were younger, and I’m never going to stop you from doing something you love. Nor am I ever letting you go. You’re not holding me back in any way, Y/N. I would wait for you forever if I had to.” Jack said, and by the tone in his voice, you could tell he meant every word.

“If I could kiss you right now, I totally would.” you said, sniffling. “Don’t cry, love. I believe in you. Go do your work now, and call me when you’re done.” Jack said, and you smiled, your tears slowing down. “Alright.. And Jack?” You said, catching him before he hung up. “Yeah?” He said, a bit concerned, and it made your heart flutter. “I’m glad you’re mine. Thank you for always being there for me, even if you aren’t here.” You said, smiling, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Anytime, love. I’m going to hang up now, for the sake of your essay.” “Report.” You corrected again, and he laughed, before muttering quick “Goodbye, love you” and hanging up. You sighed, and with a newly found determination, began writing your report. Suddenly, all your missing creativity and inspiration came flooding back and you were writing things you couldn’t think of before.

About an hour later, you had finished the report and started revising it. It was about 11:30, and you were surprised you’d managed to write good quality writing in such a short period of time. You made sure everything was grammatically correct, spelling included, and with a deep breath, sent it off to your uni professor. You shut your laptop, and smiled as you called Jack again.

“I’m finished, and absolutely knackered.” You said, walking over to the bed, and falling onto your back. Jack laughed. “First, Hello to you too, and how did it go?” He asked a bit concerned. When you overworked yourself, usually you were quite annoyed with the turnout of your work because it was forced. “Actually quite good. I think talking to you really helped calm me down.” You answered honestly, blushing. A yawn escaped your lips. “Excuse me.” You said, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “I just wanted to check in. Get some sleep, beautiful. We can FaceTime tomorrow if you’re free.” Jack said, sweetly.

“Okay. I just wish I could see you.” You muttered, tiredly. “Me too, Y/N. Soon though, I’m coming down for Christmas which isn’t too far. Only 2 more weeks.” He said, and you sighed. “Two weeks too long.” You said, frowning. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” “Goodnight, I love you.” You said, smiling sadly. “Goodnight, love.” With that, Jack hung up.

You got ready for bed, and slipped under the covers. As you finally gave into your heavy eyelids, you thought about Jack. How lucky you were to have him. The fact that he had been able to calm and comfort you simply by talking to you, even though he was almost two hours away. He took time out of his day to make sure you were alright. You couldn’t wait to see him again. You fell asleep quickly, the exhaustion finally getting to you. The last thing on your mind? The love of your life, Jack Maynard.

purple-roses-words-and-love  asked:

series 7 Maternal Shulienne: Sister Julienne and Shelagh have an intense argument over something. Including prompts number #2, #5, #13 and #15 Have fun little sis, I love you SO MUCH! Love, your big sister

I’m only doing this for you because I love you. I don’t like you very much right now… but I love you. 

2) “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
5) “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
13) “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
15) “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

Sister Julienne was exasperated by a debate about birth control. Since the family planning clinic had opened up, Sister Julienne had been worried about the morals of Poplar. Shelagh on the other hand thought it was wonderful. While it meant less babies were being conceived, which caused some decrease in activity for the midwives, it was helping those who couldn’t afford to have a child or add another to an already struggling family. 

Shelagh was still very much a godly woman, but she had seen enough to know that birth control was something God wouldn’t be upset about.

It all stemmed from a comment about how the family planning clinic had been flourishing, and it quickly escalated. Sister Julienne had been very quite on the subject in the beginning, but once everyone was gone, Shelagh called her out on it. 

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Whatever are you talking about?” the nun responded, knowing she was being called out.

“I know you think the family planning center is going to create loose morals and encourage people to share intimacy with people to whom they are not married. I know that you are upset about it.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea as to what you’re talking about.” Sister Julienne stood up to walk away but was stopped in her tracks by what was said next.

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did. It opened, and it has created women who have the choice not to stay home and have babies they can’t feed, can’t care for, or don’t want.” Shelagh was trying everything in her power to convince.

“It goes against God’s plan.”

“I think God’s plan is to make sure children are loved, wanted, taken care of, fed well. This give families the opportunity to plan that.” Shelagh was almost pleading at this point.

Sister Julienne just stared at Shelagh. She felt like she wasn’t looking at the same woman she had known for over a decade, she felt as though this was an entirely new person.

Shelagh couldn’t stand the older woman’s silent scowl any longer. “Well, yell, scream, say something. Anything.” 

The sister looked down at the floor with her arms crossed over her chest. “In all the years I have known you, I have never known you to put medicine before your faith. Is this what marriage has done to you?” 

Instantly there were tears in Shelagh’s eyes. She couldn’t believe that the older woman, a woman she had looked up to for so long, and still did, said that to her. Tears rolled down the redheads cheeks, and with a broken voice, she asked.

“Is that what you really think? You think marriage has done this to me?” The sound of Shelagh’s voice made Sister Julienne look up.

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.” The older woman started towards the redhead, but stopped when Shelagh put a hand up telling her not to come any closer.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Shelagh said with a still watery voice, “Is that really what you think.” 

Sister Julienne looked Shelagh directly in the eyes and her heart sank. The normally bright blues eyes were red and puffy, and it was her doing.

“No, no I don’t. I let my anger get the best of me, and spoke in malice. it was wrong and ungodly of me, and I’m sorry. I think that marriage has done great wonders for you. You aren’t walking around here miserable anymore, you have love and a family. You have two wonderful sons and a beautiful daughter. You have a husband, who I don’t always agree with, but admire him nonetheless. 

Sister Julienne made another attempt to approach Shelagh, and when she wasn’t stopped, the sister went for it. She pulled Shelagh into a hug, and rubbed her back. “I am so sorry I hurt you.” 

“And I’m sorry for pushing you like that.” Sister Julienne pulled away from the embrace and ran her hands from Shelagh’s shoulders to her wrists.

“Are we okay?” Sister Julienne asked.

“We’re perfectly okay.”

The power for Shelagh’s forgiveness was something Sister Julienne would never take fore granted, and she hoped she would never need to be on the receiving end of it again.

I never post Call the Midwife, because while I watch the show, I have other fandoms I am more invested it. This was a present for my big sister who really, really, really wanted me to do it. 

Prompts! Get your prompts here! No charge!

6 Years With Phil

Genre: Smutty angst fest.

Word Count: 2,035

Summary: Dan has been waking up everynight with Phil, making sure he’s still there. Dan is convinced that Phil is going to leave him eventually. Dan can feel it. Dan keeps waking up, looking around, being scared shitless when Phil isn’t there. But eventually, he gets passed it. He knows that Phil will stay.

~First Night with Phil~

My first night in Manchester was the worst and the best night of sleep I had ever gotten. Ever since I was small, I’ve been super insecure about people leaving me. I have always been afraid that if I let people near me long enough, they’ll realize I’m trash and get rid of me. I’m sat in bed with Phil. Phil. AmazingPhil from YouTube, who I have been obsessed with for quite some time now, and finally we are meeting after months of talking online. It’s 2 in the morning, I’ve woken up twice now, looking at his sleeping form just to assure myself that he’s still next to me. He has been each time, but I’m still terrified that he’ll leave. I go to sleep again, only to wake up at 4:36 am, seeing him still asleep. But I worry none the less. I fall back asleep and wake up at 5:52, he’s still there. I go back to sleep and wake up at 7:34, he’s bringing me coffee and smiling. Never had I ever slept so soundly and so worriedly before.

~A Year Later~

I’m in bed with Phil again, we’ve been dating over a year and I still wake up at least 2 times a night, checking to see if he’s there and falling back asleep once more. I wake up 3 times on this night in particular, just looking over him and assuring myself that he won’t leave. I just know he will though! I feel it deep in my heart because it’ll be like with everyone else, he’ll realize I’m just a pile of trash and leave me like everyone else I’ve been in a relationship with. But I’m learning to trust him, I think…No. I’m not.

~2 Years In~

Once again I find myself in bed with him. It’s been 2 years and every night I wake up, looking around to make sure he’s still there. He’s not in the bed and I’m momentarily panicking until I realize that he’s in the bathroom and peeing or something. I feel better and drift too sleep once more. An hour later I wake up and he’s on his phone. He looks over at me and kisses my cheek bone, smiling and talking softly.
“Hey, love. Everything all right?” He asks me and I sit up a little, sitting back on my elbows and yawning.
“Everything is fine.” I mumble softly and look at him My eyes are half lidded because I’m still half asleep.
“Why’d you wake up, bear?” He asks in a soothing tone. He doesn’t know that I do this a lot, I never told him.
“I can’t sleep.” I lie. If I tell him it’s because I’m afraid he’ll leave he’ll think I’m weird.
“Did you drink anything full of caffeine or something before bed?” He asks me.
“No…Just bad dreams I guess.” That’s kind of the truth I guess.
“Oh okay. Cuddles?” He asks me. I nod and lean into him, cuddling myself into his chest and smiling. He has his arms around me and kisses my hair. I smile and flutter my eyes shut, looking at him once more before falling asleep. I had a nightmare. Or 4.

~3 Years In~
I still wake up. Every night with him the last 2 years I wake up and look for him, wanting to make absolutely sure that he’s not leaving. He’s stayed with me 3 years as of today. He still looks at me with love eyes, like I’m the best thing to ever exist. But lately…I’ve been a bit of a dick to him. I’ve been ignoring him, all because of the stupid video. I know it was an accident. I’m just so stubborn. I wake up and look around. He’s not in the bed. He’s not here and I’m panicking, I’m starting to cry. His phone is gone, and he’s gone so I instantly am led to believe that he’s finally done with my shit and left. But then I hear it. I hear the tears coming from the lounge. He’s crying, no doubt because of me. I’ve been putting a major strain our relationship lately. I get up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trying to yawn silently so he doesn’t hear me. He’s sitting in the floor, going through pictures of us from 2009 and 2010. He’s smiling and giggling when he comes across certain things. I get up and go sit next to him, kissing his cheek. He frowns at me, and leans away from me as if I have the plague. I can’t be mad. I can’t get angry or be offended because I deserve this.
“Hey, Dan.” He sighs and looks at the picture. It’s of us in 2009. We are in his bed, kissing. I’m in shorts and a gray cardigan and he’s in jeans and a t shirt. My head is tilted sideways and we are kissing. We look like one of those emo couples on MySpace.
“Hey..” I mumble and look through the pictures with him. I’m looking at one of us in a sexier matter. It was the first blow job I gave him that he wanted to commemorate because it took me forever and a day to get the nerve to ask to do these things. He looked over and saw it, smiling sadly. You can clearly tell that he’s been crying for a few hours. His eyes are red and puffy and I look at him and frown gently.
“That was a good night..” He said softly and sniffed sadly. “You said I love you for the first time. We kissed and watched movies…You told me we were soul mates.” I see the tears roll down his cheeks again.
“I still think that.” I mumble and look at him. His yes are wide when he hears me say that. “I love you.” It’s the first time I’ve said it in weeks.
We have sex. I’m crying he’s crying and it’s the first time we’ve had sex in maybe 4 months. He’s kissing my neck, mumbling how much he loves me and I’m saying it back. I’m sobbing during but he is too, he feels so good and I know he means all the I Love You’s and I’m Sorry’s because when I say them back, I know I mean them. I think we’ll be okay. After we finish I go to sleep. I wake up 6 more times. He’s still here. Thank God.

~4 Years In~
We’ve gotten past most of the drama in our life. We still have sex and kiss and say I Love You on a regular basis. It’s 9 pm. I’m looking at him like he’s a god because I have no clue how he’s put up with me the last 4 years. I kiss his lips softly and he grins at me.
“You’re so pretty, baby.” He whispers to me and strokes my hair. It’s a bit long, which makes it easy for him to tug at and play with. After an hour or so of cuddling and talking, we fall asleep. I wake up 2 or 3 times. I have a journal. It’s like a dream journal, except its where I track how many times I wake up each night. It’s about half way filled after 4 years. After the second time I wake up, he’s in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He must have forgotten too before bed. I’m watching him climb back into bed. He wraps himself around me, kissing my head and mumbling that he loves me. I sigh in content, locking my fingers with his as we go back to sleep. I wake up once more before I finally finish out the night. We go to Starbucks the next morning when he springs a question on me.
“Why do you wake up at night so much?” He asks me and sips his coffee. I’m not sure how to answer so I start with the basic minimum of the actual answer.
“I just need to make sure you’re still with me.” I shrug and drink my coffee with the same casual vigor as him.
“Why, baby?”
“Because I know eventually you’ll leave, and I’m just making sure it’s not any time soon.” I say.
He leaves it at that. He kisses me and says he loves me, that he won’t leave. Then we drop the subject and talk about Pokémon and why Pikachu is by far the lamest and most over rated. Even when we try getting sentimental, we just go back to being nerds. It’s what we do.
~5 Years In~
He found the note book. He started crying and asking me why I think he’s leaving. He’s reading all of the little cliff notes and entries and poems I’ve written in there. HE’s reading them out loud, trying to get me to explain.
“He says he loves me, that its meant to be. He says he wants me more than anything, and I guess I just have to believe. I don’t think it’s true, but I don’t know what to do. I love him a lot, and my thoughts are all blocked, all clouded with love, my heart thinks before what’s above. So I think I’ll keep lying to myself, just until he stops lying to me as well.” He reads out loud. He’s never read my poetry, hell, I don’t really write poetry. This just came natural to me. There are only a few more in the journal, but they all came from the heart and were pretty easy to write, even if they suck.
“It’s how I feel.” I choke out. I’m crying with him, because I’m so emotional. It’s not even a poem really so much as random thoughts that maybe rhyme a little. He’s sobbing and holding me into his chest. I’m soaking his shirt with tears, and that’s when I hear him say it.
“Will you marry me?” He asks. I stare at him and my eyes are full of tears. I can’t react. I just nod and cry.
“Yes…” I choke out, I kiss him and basically attack him. We make love for what feels like forever. It’s so love filled and heart felt, I almost believe that he actually wants me. Except I don’t really. I’m just pretending that I know he loves me back. We go to sleep, and I wake up 4 more times. He’s still there. Maybe he does love me.
~6 Years In~
We’re still engaged. Set to be married in 2017. We finally got rings. He kisses me more sweetly and passionately now than he ever has. I’m really starting to think that he does love me. Our 6-year anniversary is coming up soon. I’ve been waking up less and less at night. He kisses me with no tongue, just romance. He smiled at me lovingly and fondly, like I was fragile and important. I know I’m not, I’m way to tall, I’m getting fat. My thighs look like cottage cheese, and I’m pretty sure you can eat cereal out of the dimples in my ass. I’m so gross, I’m getting way to big. Phil can’t even carry me around anymore like he used to be able to do. I’m just too large but he doesn’t seem to mind. He seems to love me just the same. He actually seems to love fat me more than skinny me. Maybe I’m dating a chubby chaser. God I hope.
We are laying in bed together, he’s kissing my inner thighs and nibbling them. He’s leaving marks and I can’t actually see them, but I know they’ll be there tomorrow. He’s licking the sip of my hips, kissing my lips, squeezing my ass and fucking me. He’s telling me he loves me and I actually believe it. Around 9:30pm, we fall asleep. For the first time in our entire relationship, I sleep through the entire night. And every night after. I don’t have to wake up, because I know he won’t leave. He won’t because after 6 years he has proved it enough that I think it’s true. I stop writing in the journal, because I don’t need to.

I Knew I Loved You: The Lost Get Found!Future Fic

Because I keep getting worried reviews about the fate of Swanfire in this verse, I wrote a little future ficlet that shows that a happy ending is in store…it’ll just take some time to get there. This is mostly just Daddy/Grandpa Charming, along with some Swan Believer and Swanfire for good measure.

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Accidents Happen

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confessions part 2 by Usher as requested by a lovely Nonny, and imagine number 5 (and the final one) for MM8. This imagine is rated M for adult themes. Hope you enjoy!

Accidents Happen


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did
How I ain’t ready for no kid and bye bye to our relationship

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


A ball of anger and worry has steadily been building in the pit of his stomach on the ride home. The run had gone better than any of the could have imagined, so well in fact that Clay gave the go ahead for an overnight stay in one of their favorite stomping grounds, which meant that so long as Heather was there he’d be getting his dick wet sooner rather than later.

Which is exactly what he did; and everything had been going great until Heather, propped on her elbow with the sheet sliding down to her waist showing off full breasts, smiled nervously at him as she let the words slips from her lips.

‘I’m pregnant…’

Those two words completely rocked his world. Disbelief came first quickly followed by anger as he questioned just how the fuck she knows it’s his, and when she said he’s the only guy she’s been with, he believes her. Sure she’s a crow eater but she’s a crow eater with aspirations of becoming someone’s Old Lady; and she’d make a damn good one, just not for him.

He has his Old Lady.


Pulling his bike into the drive way he can’t even begin to think of how he’s going to her about the mess he’s gotten himself into this time.


Sittin here stuck on stupid, tryna figure out
When, what, and how I'mma let this come out of my mouth
Said it ain’t gon’ be easy
But I need to stop thinkin’, contemplatin’
Be a man and get it over with (over with)
I’m ridin’ in my whip
Racin’ to her place
Talkin’ to myself
Preparin’ to tell her to her face
She open up the door and didn’t want to come near me
I said “one second baby please hear me”

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I don’t know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


She can’t move. Everything inside of her tells her to get up, to do something, to fill the space and silence that threatens to drown her; but she can’t move. The words ring in her ears, words that woke her from a sound sleep and played on a heart breaking loop since.

‘I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby…I’m having your Old Man’s baby….’

Her eyes close when she hears Happy’s bike pull into the drive and with her heart lodged in her throat she listens for his footsteps, and when the front door opens and closes she tries to prepare herself, but how do you prepare yourself to have your heart broken?

The sound of his boots usually lit her up inside, but every step that draws closer fills her with dread, and when her eyes meet his, it takes everything inside of her to not break down and cry.

“Lydia…” he steps towards her but she shakes her head furiously at him.

“Don’t,” despite the way her voice shakes the seriousness comes through and he stays where he is hands stuffed in his pockets. She studies him, and wonders how the face of the man she’s spent so much time loving could seem so strange to her. “How. How could you do this to me? To us?”

“Lyd, please…” he reaches for her and when his hand brushes her shoulder she jumps up, shoving him back a full step.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps, her body vibrating with anger as she stares at him. “I don’t, I don’t understand. I have been with you every fucking step of the way. I moved to Tacoma with you, I moved back from Tacoma with you, I’ve helped you take care of your Mom…”

“I know…”

“Is this my punishment?” she asks tears rolling down her face, “is this what I get because I can’t give you kids?”

“What? No! Lydia, I swear I never meant for this to happen…”

“Oh so fucking someone else happened by accident?” she demands, “my God Happy, what did you think was going to happen?”

“She said she was on the pill,” he yells back and all she can do is laugh.

“And you were stupid enough to fucking fall for that?” she asks brushing her fingers over her cheeks. “How, how does this even happen? You and that crow eater slut threw a grenade into my life and now, now I have to go, because despite the fact that my life is in shambles I promised your Mom that I would take her to the doctor today. If you have any semblance of a brain in that thick head of yours I would suggest you pack a bag, I think it’s best for all involved if you stay at the clubhouse for a while.”

“Lydia, be reasonable,” he says as she starts to head for the door and she freezes turning to look at him.

“You got another woman pregnant and you’re really going to stand there and tell me to be reasonable?” she asks through clenched teeth. “You’re lucky to still be breathing Lowman, and if you want to go on breathing you’ll pack that bag and be gone by the time I get home.”


This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this
And hopefully you’ll give me another chance
This ain’t about my career
This ain’t about my life
It’s about us


“You fucked up good this time,” Bobby’s voice is full of humor and with a growl Happy turns to look at the older man who stares at him, a broad grin creasing his face.

“You heard…”

“We all did. Gemma’s been reaming all of our asses over this,” Bobby says settling next to him on the bed.

“Shit,” Happy mutters dropping his head into his hands.

“So you got your piece on the side pregnant,” Bobby laughs clapping a hand onto his shoulder, “accidents happen.”

“Lydia’s devastated,” Happy says looking over at his brother. “I don’t think she’ll forgive me for this one.”

“Sure she will. Lydia’s built to be your Old Lady. She’ll be pissed for a while, as she has a right to be, but she’ll come around after a while,” Bobby tries for reassuring but all Happy can do is shake his head.

“I don’t think so Bobby,” he says, running a hand over his face. “Lydia can’t have kids…”


“Yeah, serious.”

“Shit,” Bobby lets out a breath and after a few beats of silence he clears his throat. “Sounds like you need a drink.”


Sitting outside of the house, he watches for any sign of Lydia moving inside. He’s never been so close and yet felt so far away from her. He wants to see her, to hold her, hell he’d settle for being cursed out by her again, but instead he’s forced to watch her from afar hoping that the day will come that she’ll find a way to forgive him.

After all, it’s as Bobby said, accidents happen, and she can’t stay mad forever, can she?


These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
These are my confessions
Man I’m thrown and I dont know what to do
I guess I gotta give part 2 of my confessions
If I’m gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I’m so throwed and I don’t know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my confessions


Revisiting EMP - yay or nay?

Gathering my thoughts on TST. 

First, I want to say how much I *loathe* the “redemptive Mary” arc and explain why it’s so wrong, because I see a lot of casuals accepting it at face value. 

1. Mary shot Sherlock. He literally died. Only superhuman love for John Watson brought him back from the dead.

2. She would have shot him again at the empty house if her face wasn’t plastered on the building.

3. It was never explained WHY she shot him. To keep John from knowing about her secret identity? That justifies killing your husband’s bff who has offered to help you out? Similarly, we never see her apologize about it or justify it except as she’s dying. “Oh, so sorry I murdered you that one time.”

4. When Mary shoots the coin she’s a bit off – meaning perhaps she really did intend to kill Sherlock but “missed” by a few milimeters? There are other explanations for who called the ambulance (my money is on CAM).

Then at the end of HLV, and all of TST we have Sherlock, Mary and John basically acting like none of this happened and everything is fine. We get AGRA’s backstory and hey, it’s not all that bad. Sure AGRA, the team, “did things for money”, which probably meant bad things like assassinating innocents too, but heck, Mycroft used them so they couldn’t have been that bad. And Mary did try to leave that life behind. etc.

If this were HONESTLY going to be left like this, with Mary as the redeemed hero, I’d hate this show to my dying breath. 


OPTION #1. TST all happens “in the real world” of the show but it’s all a deliberate trick. Mary is really evil.  This would have to mean:

1. Mary deliberately played the role of ‘hero’ and sacrificed herself in order to permanently separate John and Sherlock. Mirrored with Emelia Riccoletti. Maybe Mary was already dying so “she made her death count”. But yet – didn’t she just give birth like 6 months ago? Wouldn’t her doctors then or, you know, her HUSBAND doctor, have noticed if she was deathly ill? But maybe it’s a secret twin? Let’s move on….

2. Somehow, probably during TFP, Mary will be revealed as the ultimate villain. Mary must actually be dead, because I can’t buy that everyone in that room was in on it or wouldn’t have noticed it was all fake. So we’ll get some new posthumous backstory on Mary that shows she was a villain all along and never loved John at all but merely hooked up with him to hurt Sherlock. Or possibly Mary is a twin and one of them died but the other will show back up at the end. (”It’s never twins.”)

In this scenario, we get Mary finally revealed as a total psychopath, the answer to Moriarty’s “Burn the heart out of you”. (with Mary as either Moriarty or his minion), and John perhaps confesses that he wasn’t happy with Mary anyway.

But we still have Sherlock being SOOOO blind for ages and ages, and John acting like… what? Why would he go back to her after she shot Sherlock? At all?  So, this option is problematic. It’s still possible, absolutely, and I’d say it’s the most likely scenario. Because I’m coming to accept that MOFTISS are willing to sacrifice logic for drama. But still pretty unsatisfying. John continues to just be a victim and have no agency. And I can see that “Sherlock is blinded by sentiment” but that badly and for that long? Ugh.


None of what we saw in this episode was ‘real’ but it was only a “one possible future” projection from coma-Sherlock. This solves the ridiculous “redeemed Mary” arc. 

In favor of EMP: 

* Lots of inconsistencies in TST like characters and things being mirrored on screen for no good reason (Sherlock on the stairs when Lestrade and John are taking the piss, John and Mary in bed, the door in the Watson flat).  Alternative explanation: These are deliberate artistic choices to tell us subconsciously that ‘something is wrong’, that we’re not getting a reliable narrator. Instead of EMP it could just be telling us that Mary is lying or Sherlock isn’t seeing things correctly.

* We have little lines of dialogue changing like “Mummy is coming” vs “I’m coming”. No idea what an alternative explanation is.

* Jumping in front of a bullet? Like seriously? That’s as stupid and unrealistic as the delayed action stabbing. 

* There’s the weird water/MP imagery the first time Sherlock notices the statue of Thatcher bust and a few other times. Alternative explanation: it’s another one of the show’s “visually demonstrating something happening in Sherlock’s head” that he’s noticing something is wrong (the shark/Mary/Moriarty) but does’t fully understand yet. We had tons of this sort of thing in ASiB. So it doesn’t necessarily mean EMP, but it’s suggestive nevertheless.

Against EMP:

* I’m frustrated with the apparent writing inconsistencies if this is all EMP. We see so many scenes that don’t include Sherlock such as Lestrade and Hooper in the hall, John and Mary in their flat, Mary’s New Jersey woman bit on the plane, John’s flirtation with bus lady. Let’s say Sherlock is imagining this entire episode – then some of those feel very OOC to me. The whole “gingersnaps” scene at the start. Why would Sherlock imagine himself as that much of a buffoon? The infidelity. Sherlock might guess that John would be unhappy with domesticity and might fall prey to temptation with some random woman. I can see that. But the whole thing with the flower in John’s hair feels too much of a “real dad” moment for Sherlock to dream it up. Then there’s the scene on the plane where John is feeling guilty remembering his affair. That feels more like a true John moment than something Sherlock would imagine about John. There’s the little parenting convo between John and Mary about 666 and the Omen and all that–that felt like something only real parents would be exhausted/exasperated enough to say, not something Sherlock would imagine new parents to say. Or we have John and Lestrade teasing Sherlock about the baby and Sherlock being clueless. With some of these things, it’s difficult for me to believe that the character of Sherlock would imagine them in his head –they seem outside his realm of experience not to mention why he would BOTHER imagining such things on this future path that are so mundane and don’t directly affect him or the mystery. So that remains my strong bone of wariness about EMP.  Alternative explanation: Moftiss simply aren’t that bothered about being consistent with Sherlock’s dream narrative and just want to to have fun showing this ‘alternate path’. 

* I think people will lose their shit if this turns out to all be a dream.  In Dr. Who they let the audience in early on to the fact that it was a dream. So then you’re always thinking “is this still a dream then”? Like, TST would make so much more sense to me as a dream if they’d interspersed little bits of John sitting at Sherlock’s bedside or even ANY bedside (keeping it cryptic). I honestly don’t feel like they’ve given us enough SURFACE CLUES to set up EMP for the general audience. Like, not just flipped cameras and shit, but bigger, more obvious things. Like in TAB when the entire room shook and then they’d break back to the “real world”, or characters were saying things like “you’re in too deep, you need to wake up!” That sort of thing was just not present in TST. And I think the fact that it’s not there is really significant. 

* The birth announcement in the paper. I know many dismissed this as just being PR, but I’m still disturbed with the idea of non-Sherlock characters breaking the 4th wall about the baby and Sherlock being on the phone all the time (i.e. not in a coma) if Sherlock is actually in a coma dreaming all this time.

At this point, it seems like BOTH option 1 or 2 are problematic and have some major story holes.  On the other hand, if neither is true, and Mary retains her redemptive arc til the bitter end, I will stick a fucking fork in my eye.

Thoughts welcome.

Why not Harry?

Alright, hi friend, I have been meaning to write this for weeks but I have been crazy busy with school and what not. And I remember you getting an ask a while back where you posed the question, why isn’t Harry getting any of the slander here? So I, based off of posts I’ve read that I’ll try to link, think that Harry is being protected by his friends. I think around May during the break someone called them the, “Harry Defense Squad” (I just looked for about an hour for the link to the OP of this term/idea and I can’t find it. When I do I’ll send you the link because it’s going to annoy me if I can’t find it. ANYWAYS) So the OP had said during the long break, out of no where: 

Glenne, Jeff, Nick Grimshaw, James Corden, and Louis

were all in LA. Which shouldn’t have seemed like a big deal as 3/5 reside in LA. But, it was extra weird to everyone because Nick had an obligation about 48 hours after he arrived, but it was in London. He seemingly was there for no reason and we were all? (hence my frustration without the OP so i have an accurate timeline). And Louis had been MIA but had appeared seemingly out of no where at the same time as Nick. And it was about a week maybe two after we got the announcement of 78 Productions. It was also about 2 days after we first started getting very very aggressive announcements that Harry is was looking to go solo.

The idea of the “harry defense squad” was that they were all there to protect Harry from having to go solo if he didn’t want to. BUT NOW! I think that they were protecting Harry against what is happening now. 


I think all of these things were insurance policies to Sony (Nick/Louis are the only ones that directly helps Simon Cowell but I’ll explain why I believe that in a second) to say “okay we are all willing to do something for you if you keep Harry out of the ensuing mud slinging. Because Harry/Louis/Azoff’s are not stupid. They knew exactly what they were about to do and I think they knew Simon would catch on soon. However, Sony is a MONSTER, and One Direction would be out of their right minds to cross them. So instead, I think that when 1D eventually leaves Syco they’re sliding over to Epic(maybe?)// another branch of Sony that isn’t Syco/Columbia. So they went to Sony and gave them their offers in order to make sure Harry would be protected. In multiple steps: 

1. Before HDS went to Sony to explain how they are basically going to screw over Simon Cowell and ultimately raise hell, they needed to prove that they meant business. So what the best way to show that? Louis promised his BABY(no pun intended), his record label, to Simon. So if Simon isn’t paying attention, he thinks "hey look I have Louis under my thumb for years, they’ll be loyal to me.” It distracts him. While they are able to move on with their other plans and work on distancing themselves in every way other than public, for now. (I also have a theory that Jay is the head of the board specifically so he can maintain a way for his family to profit in the future, but I have no idea how the accounts/contracts are set up. But I have zero doubt in my mind that Louis has ensured his family will always be taken care of. And he’s using 78 Productions to do just that. Anyways). 

2. Step 2 Nick Grimshaw, very very very public best friend to Harry Styles, as well as very very very very very publicly gay male will be the judge on TXF. THIS I think is what I think Sony/HDS handed Simon and said, “no Harry Styles negative press. You don’t drag his name no matter what the circumstances. Harry is a DO NOT touching subject by you.” I think it was presented in a way that was, “Nick is going to be on your show, he is going to make you seem like an LGBT friendly man, so don’t hurt what we’re doing with Harry’s CO process. Please in your heart of hearts Simon sign this and say you will not touch Harry or his name *wink wink we have an Azoff in the room you want to sign this whether you want to or not*”. So now, for about 3 months while babygate is being built, Simon isn’t paying attention to Louis’ partying ways REALLY. He’s kind of looking at Harry/Nick/Louis. What are they doing? Why does HARRY need protection? But hell if he’s going to come out, and I’m going to be positively linked to his best friend for a while, and I am signing one of Nick’s paychecks? Alright fine, this works for me. Whew Simon still thinks he is winning. 

3. Step 3 James will do the first interview. That means Sony, whatever you want us to say, we’ll say it. It will look natural, and it will help everyone involved. Other than the boys being comfortable with James, he helped further the party boy Louis narrative. hell, he basically summed up the fact that, “louis you’ve been partying getting girls you’re single now” whatever. I don’t have a strong opinion on James giving something up as much as he was giving Sony a guaranteed way to get whatever they wanted to across in an interview in a natural looking way. (Let’s not repeat the Four hangout ever again please dear god). 

4. The Honda Civic tour a la, Jeff Azoff. Along with one of his LGBT+ opening act. Based on a few conversations I’ve had with my friend in LA (she’s relatively new to the industry there so I don’t have that much detail) but THCT isn’t something that is easy to achieve just by being a big name. But with his connections Jeff can get them the tour and it will be lucrative for Sony, most importantly. I’m not sure if there were more behind the scene things that Jeff was willing to give up for Harry or for this entire thing, but I believe there was stuff that we’ll never actually see. But I believe that THCT was very much what Jeff offered to protect Harry. 

*I honestly don’t have enough information on Glenne to know what she could have/did offer for Harry, but any woman who is GF to Jeff Azoff isn’t going to just be a side show. She makes herself just a visible with Harry as Jeff himself, I’m watching Glenne but again, I don’t know enough about her to make assumptions*

All in all I think they went to Sony because they knew as soon as Babygate hit, Simon would realize that he had been crossed. And there is no one who can keep a muzzle on Simon, except for Sony. They are the only entity that owns Simon. So with Sony on their side, the boys are able to keep him quiet about Harry. Why Harry? I think it has a lot to do with the fact that one of them needed to not be slandered before the CO. And Louis knew babygate was part of what was going to happen. (other than the fact that Harry has been through a lot, he is smart and he has become a really strong person, so I don’t think just Louis trying to be a white knight is why he decided that he would be the one taking the punches. I honestly think business wise and come out wise, it is so much better to protect Harry) Harry is also the person that needed the most work. He had to go from womanizer to charitable/fashion man in a year more or less. Whereas Louis is the opposite, he’s going from “loved up boyfriend” with basically no other public identity to “I have sex with random women and look I got one pregnant.” (While in the meantime is being charitable as hell also which, is actually genius.) 

I don’t think Simon knew that babygate was coming. I think he reacted too quickly, in a way that was not the narrative, for him to have known that it was coming. I think that’s when he realized that he was being toyed with. I think the fact that he was the first person to come out and say anything about Louis being a father and then PrintInterviewLiam was quick to follow after. I think around that time Simon wanted to say more about any part of One Direction and Sony kicked him with a “don’t even try it Simon”. And that was when he realized he was losing 1D and he was going to do whatever he could to make them pay for that. (Simon’s efforts are also why I believe that babygate isn’t over yet because he is doing everything he can to ruin what NT is doing.) 

I also have a lot to say about Sony and the 5th album and the release date but my brain is currently mush so I’ll send you what I think about that after I actually get a chance to organize my thoughts. 

But anyways, what do you think about this? Do you think it makes sense in the idea of “why is everyone getting bashed but Harry?" 

Hope everything at work has calmed down!!! :) <3

God, darling, thank you so much for this! I always read your thoughts with great pleasure because you never leave anything to chance, always look for reasons behind your theories. That said, I am very open to different opinions, but I can’t imagine Simon not knowing what was coming with babygate. I do share the belief that NT mostly holds the reins here and that Simon’sfirst and sudden comments about babygate were indeed strange, but I’m more prone to believe he was on board from the beginning and found out he was being tricked and dumped some time later. But absolutely agree that Sony holds much more power here and that they seem to be backing the boys up right now and that Simon might be whining and being vengeful and uselessly fight something he doesn’t have a chance to win. I do believe he won’t be able to damage the coming out process and the band’s future that much. He’s more like being an annoying bump on the road. Very annoying.  Interesting point about 78Productions. Was ever there some real chance for that project? Was it a cover to keep Simon happy or was Louis actually planning something with it? Did it die in the rift emerging from the two teams? I am more inclined to believe the second option. I actually think Louis will get something similar soon, connected to some other label, obviously, very likely a Sony one. I like like like the Honda connection with Azoff and always made a good point out of it. And Icona Pop. Nick’s position is very precarious. He’s always been close to Syco, anyway and Simon is making a good use of him right now, as much as enjoys throwing garbage on him. And Nick is even doing a good job in my opinion (you’re always taking a big risk as a talent show mentor).  I see James Corden more as someone who’ll be at the boys’ side once the moment comes and will get other juicy appearances from them at the right time. Any point you’d like to expand on? Have you found the OP? :)

Thank a lot, lot for taking the time to write and send me your thoughts xx