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Let Me Take You Out (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hello!!! Can I have one where the reader (a celebrity) is on Ellen and starts talking about how she has a celebrity crush on Tom Holland and he comes out and scares her? And this would be the first time they meet. And the reader is embarrassed and all this fluff? Thx :)


“So,” Ellen announces with a sly grin, “I heard a rumor that you have a celebrity crush on our new Spiderman, Tom Holland.” A cherry red blush blooms across your face and you raise your hands to shield yourself from the cameras jokingly. “No,” you deny loudly before admitting quietly, “okay maybe.”

Ellen laughs at your meek agreement and asks, “No boyfriend or girlfriend?” to which you respond, “I for real don’t have a boyfriend. I sit by myself and watch Law and Order.” which emits a cheer and laugh from the live studio audience. Ellen continues to embarrass you with your crush by saying, “So, If Tom Holland was here right now what would you say?” As you think, the man in question walks out onto the stage area and raises a finger to his lips to keep the crowd quiet. “Umm, I’d probably say ‘Please marry me, to be honest. I’d have to at least try,” you say after a few seconds of thinking.

“I won’t agree to marriage right now but maybe some point in the future, sweetheart. Let me take you out on a date first,” Tom says and places his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you. Shocked by his appearance, you jump and turn around with your hands over your mouth. “Oh my lord, Hello! Hi!” You whisper and lunge into his arms for a hug. He laughs and embraces you before saying, “I was serious. Let me take you out on a date first. Then you can propose!”

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Ellen Sings Womanizer in the Bathroom with Fall Out Boy!

So this is old. But it’s also great and it would a crying shame to not share it with you guys.

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Never Have I Ever

A/N: Ok so y'all this isn’t edited and i’m on vacay so i might not be able to edit this anytime soon but enjoy nonetheless i guess?? lol
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“Shawn wow it’s been a long time how are you? It’s good to have you back!” Ellen said

“I’m good I’m good, glad to be back!” Shawn replied

“How long has it been since you’ve last been here?” She asked

“It’s been a long time that’s for sure.” he said making her laugh

“Ok before we start I just wanted to say congratulations on launching your third album!” She said making the audience cheer

“Thank you.” Shawn said fiddling with the ring on his finger

“Ok so one of these songs is about your girlfriend, Y/N right?” She said making the audience scream and Shawn hiding his face in his hand mumbling an ‘oh god’

“A few of them are about her yeah.” He chuckled

“And does she know?” she asked

“Well she does now.” Shawn laughed

“How do you think her reaction is right now?” Ellen asked making Shawn shrug

“Why don’t you see for yourself.” Ellen said making Shawn frown in confusion as you scared him from behind making him jump out of his seat and clutching his heart as you high fived Ellen

“You scared me!” he said hugging you

“That’s kind of the point.” you said hugging the tree in front of you

“I’m honored by the way.” You whispered in his ear making him smile and rub your back.
You soon pulled away and greeted Ellen properly and went to sit by Shawn

“This is your first time on the show right?” Ellen asked you as they gave you a mic

“Yes it is.” you smiled

“And I’m gonna make sure to give you the perfect and best first time on Ellen. Let’s play: Never Have I Ever.” She said making you bury your face in Shawn’s chest

“Karma sucks doesn’t it?” Shawn whispered teasingly in your ear making you smack his chest

“Here are two paddles and this is how the game works: For example I’m gonna say never have I ever gone skinny dipping and if you have you’ll show the ‘I have’ side on your paddle and if you haven’t well you’ll know what to do.” She said making you laugh

“Ok let’s start: Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I regret.” Ellen said making you and Shawn show the ‘I have never.’ side of the paddle

“You sure Shawn?” Ellen teased making you laugh again and Shawn’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink

“Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person.” She said making you raise the 'I have never’ and Shawn hiding behind the 'I have’ paddle making you laugh

“Just keep going.” Shawn said trying to hide his red face

“No who did you send it to?” You asked trying to breathe after the laughing fest you just had

“Y/N–”

“Who?!” You and Ellen asked

“My younger sister, Aaliyah.” Shawn mumbled making you wheeze for air

“Ok next one: Never have I ever told a girl or guy how I feel about them through song.” Ellen said making Shawn reveal the 'I have’ paddle and you reveal the 'I have never’ paddle

“We kinda all already knew the answer.” Ellen said making you laugh and place the paddle down on the table and Ellen went to commercial and Shawn was supposed to get ready for his performance

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Shawn said lifting you in the air then giving you nose kisses

“Well here I am.” You said giggling

“Thank you.” he said

“For what?” You asked confused

“For always being there for me.” He replied kissing your knuckles

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t?” you chuckled

“Also, thank you Shawn.” you said and it was his turn to be confused

“For what?” he asked and you turned to meet his gaze

“For being the best boyfriend ever.” You said kissing him

“Now go get ready!” You said as he left to get ready.

Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

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Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”


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Beautiful- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: The four times Tom was utterly in awe of your beauty. (Based on ‘Never Seen Anything Quite Like You’ by the Script)

Word Count: 1400

A/N: There are a lot of time jumps, so I apologize for that in advance. Also, I feel uncomfortable writing wedding scenes, especially when the character is a real person, so I am sorry for how terrible the last one is.

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“So, Tom, I heard that you have a celebrity crush-” Ellen stopped herself to laugh at the embarrassed Tom. He ran his hand through his hair as his face became red, “Look at you! You’re all red and flustered.” She exclaimed. She placed her elbow on her armrest and leaned into Tom on it. “Would you look to tell the audience?”

“No, no, no. Please no.” Tom begged.

“Okay, well, then Tom from two weeks ago- was it?- can tell them.” She replied, pointing up to the screen and a clip from a different interview with Tom popped up.

“Who is your celebrity crush?” The interviewer asked. Almost immediately, Tom answered.

“Y/N Y/L/N, definitely her. She’s absolutely beautiful and she’s killing it right now with Divergent and Cinderella.” On-screen Tom eagerly replied as present day Tom hid his blushing face behind his hands.

“Aw, Tom, why are you embarrassed? It’s cute.” Ellen teased as the audience laughed and cheered, “Y/N even agrees.”

“What?” Tom asked, looking at her in confusion and slight excitement.

“Y/N was on the show yesterday and she said she thought you were cute.” She explained.

“There’s no way.” He replied in disbelief as a clip started to roll on the screen.

“So congratulations on Pirates. It’s a brilliant movie.” On-screen Ellen told you and you smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Tom Holland also agrees.” Ellen added and you laughed lightly.

“So I’ve heard.” You nodded.

“Have you now?”

“Well, when you’ve got a massive comic book fan as your best friend, you tend to know when the new Spider-Man actor admits he has a crush on you.”

“If Tom was to be watching this right now, what would you say to him?” Ellen asked. Tom’s focus was on the screen, on what you might say to him; his attention was anywhere but behind him, where you currently stood silently shushing the audience.

“Tom, I find you to be very cute and very talented. Good job on Civil War and good luck with Spider-Man.”

“Isn’t that nice?” Present day Ellen turned to Tom as the clip ended and he reached for his mug.

“Yeah, but, uh, it’s still embarrassing.” He replied, drinking some water.

“Oh well, you’re about to be even more embarrassed then.” She chuckled.

“Boo!” You exclaimed from behind him and he spit out his drink, bolting to his feet.

“Oh my God!” Tom shouted, covering his mouth.

“Hi.” You laughed.

“I told you, Tom. That was hilarious.” Ellen couldn’t help her laughter as a slow-mo replay of Tom’s actions was shown on the screen.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” You smiled, holding your hand out to Tom.

“Y-yeah, I’m so sorry. My brain is trying to process all of this. Wow, you’re even more beautiful in person.” Tom said, making you laugh. As he shook your hand, he made eye contact with you and it quite literally felt like time had stopped for both of you.

“You’ll thank me one day.” Ellen said, breaking your trance and making both of you laugh.

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(One month later)

You were doing press in London for your latest film and finally got a day off, which meant you could stay in your hotel room the whole day in nothing but jeans and a t-shirt with absolutely no need to get dolled up. Around lunchtime, you rang for room service and a few minutes later there was knock on your door.

“Coming!” You said, standing up from your couch and heading over to the door. You opened it and you were greeted with, instead of a hotel employee bearing your lunch, Tom. You yelped and shut the door quickly.

“Y/N, are you okay? It’s just me.” your boyfriend said.

“I know. What are you doing here? I thought you had to be in Atlanta.” you asked, trying to steady your breathing. The last time anyone had seen you like this was years ago and you were not prepared to let Tom see you in jeans with no makeup on.

“Laura had a scheduling conflict, so she had to back out. I got another few weeks off while they search for a replacement.” He explained, “Why aren’t you letting me in?”

“I-I’m not decent.” You stated.

“Yes, you are. Just let me in.” He knocked again and you sighed.You slowly opened the door and let him inside your room.

“If I had known you were coming, I would have looked better.” You spoke as he closed the door behind him.

“You look beautiful.” Tom said in awe, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Not really.”

“Yes, really.” He stated, planting a quick kiss on your lips, “How has the press tour been?”

“Busy and today’s my day off. How did you know where to find me?” You asked, sitting on the couch and he sat beside you.

“I have your manager’s number.” Tom replied, “I would have called you, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“So Laura is gone? How will you find a replacement?”

“Well…” He trailed off, “I kind of told Marvel I knew a famous actress who’s schedule would be open soon and who would be willing to play my love interest.” Tom smiled at you hopefully, “So what do you say? After you finish up promo here in London, do you want to come back to Atlanta with me and be my Liz?”

“Did you ask my manager about that too?” You asked.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, making you giggle.’

“I’d love to be your Liz.” You smiled, kissing him.

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(A couple weeks later)

The day you and Tom would be shooting the scene in which Peter goes to Liz’s house before Homecoming came around and Jon Watts believed the scene would be even more realistic if Tom hadn’t seen you at all that day or in your Homecoming look. Thus, you hadn’t seen Tom since the night before and he had no clue what your Homecoming dress would be like. You nervously stood behind the door, mentally rehearsing your lines, as you waited for Jon to call action.

“And action!” He announced. You opened the door and walked onto the kitchen set.

“Wow, doesn’t she look beautiful, Pete?” Your ‘dad’ asked Tom. Tom turned around to face you and he was speechless.

“Y-yeah, she does.” Tom nodded. Forcing himself to stick with the script, he turned back around to face your ‘father’.

“Good answer, kid.”

“Dad, don’t embarrass me.” You said, smoothing out your pink dress as you walked to stand beside Tom.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Your ‘dad’ announced.

“Wait, wait, pictures first!” Your ‘mom’ said, pulling out a camera for the two of you.

Jon called cut and Tom turned to you in awe.

“You really do look beautiful.” He said and you blushed.

“Thank you.” You replied, kissing him quickly.

“Y/N! Peter can’t have Liz’s lipgloss on him.” The makeup artist stated, making you laugh as she gave Tom a napkin.

~~~

(Two years later)

You were nervous, you’ve never been this nervous. ‘Don’t fall, don’t fall’ you reminded yourself as your clutched the flowers in your hand.

“Y/N, are you ready?” Your best friend and maid of honor asked.

“Let’s do this.” You let out a shaky breath and she smiled at you. You watched as she left the room and you followed her. It was silent, all you could hear was your heart beating and the soft music. You slowly rounded the corner. Your eyes went up the aisle and straight to Tom’s. He smiled brightly at you. Everyone stood and watched as you walked past them.

You came to a halt at the altar, standing in front of Tom. You handed your bouquet off to your maid of honor and your hands fell into Tom’s…

“Mrs. Y/N Holland. I like the sound of that.” Tom whispered in your ear during your first dance.

“I quite like the sound of it too.” You replied with a laugh.

“You look so incredibly beautiful in this dress.”

“You say I look beautiful in anything.”

“Because you are beautiful. I’ve never seen anything quite like you. I love you so much, my wife.”

“And I love you too, my husband.”

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The Memory Remains

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jess, Mary, John, Bobby

Summary: Dean has a perfect life. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 2943

Warnings:  FLANGST.  You will be happy, you will be sad. I figure it must even out, right?

A/N:  This is for Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge.  My prompt was “Would you guys hurry up? I’m breaking like thirty major laws here,” from Sixteen Candles.  @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog I love you and I hope there is enough fluff here to counteract the angst.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Tags at the bottom.

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If only there could be an invention, that bottled a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. - Daphne Du Maurier

The Memory Remains

The shrill chirping of the alarm wakes Dean, the dream world hovering on the edges of his conscious, its tendrils still reaching out to the part of his mind that meets the waking world. His arm flails about wildly for a moment before he locates the snooze button. Just eight more minutes.

Rolling over, he searches for you, seeking the heat of your body. He always searches for you in his sleep. The scent of lilacs fills his nose, the comforting scent that is so very (Y/N). You are all twisted up in the covers but he works his way past the offending barriers to pull you close, his body curving to mold to yours. You sigh with contentment, nestling into him, soaking up his body heat. Dean enjoys the blissful haze of the early morning, drifting between being not fully awake but not quite asleep.

The dreaded alarm sounds again far too quickly and Dean carefully extracts himself from the tangle of your limbs.Rolling over, you push your hair out of your eyes and rub your eyes blearily.

“Want me to make you some coffee before you go?” you ask.

“No, baby, you get as much rest as you can while you still have the opportunity.” He leans over and kisses you gently on the forehead.  

“Love you,” you murmur contentedly before burrowing deep into the covers.

“You too.”

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Imagine... Ellen DeGeneres

A/N: You and Harry have been keeping a low-profile relationship. You’re invited back to Ellen’s show in celebration of your album release. Ellen has a few surprises up her sleeve.

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I remember this. You thought to yourself, sitting on the familiar white couch across from Ellen DeGeneres. You returned a smile to the excited audience. The cameras, lights, teleprompters were where you had last seen them. The stage crew were the same, except for a couple new faces.

You were last here a little over a year ago after you had been discovered by a few music producers searching for new talent on YouTube. Last year, Ellen’s celebrity guest was Katy Perry and you only had a few minutes of stage presence. This time around you were her celebrity guest.

“Congratulations on your album, Y/N,” Ellen said.

“Thank you, Ellen. I was so happy when I heard I was invited back on your show,” you replied.

“You’re always welcome back here, Y/N. So can you tell us about your album?”

“The title of my album is ‘Walk with Me’. You can pre-order the album tomorrow!” you said excitedly. The audience cheered in excitement. “It’s my first album so I’m very excited. I’m really proud of it. It is very personal. It’s about my journey–my beginnings up to where I am now. I’m very excited to share it with everyone.”

Ellen nodded. “You know,” she said, pointing her notecards at you, “Someone else had just recently released an album…”

You chuckled, your eyes falling straight to your lap, your fingers fidgeting with one another. You knew exactly who she meant.

Ellen called out to one of the stage crew, “Shelly, can you pull up the album so Y/N knows who we’re talking about?” Your cheeks were turning hot. You didn’t want to how you must’ve looked like. You looked over your shoulder only to see an all-too-familiar album cover projected on the gigantic screen behind you. Indulged in rose water, his back the focus of the camera, a necklace around his neck.

“Oh no,” you started to giggle.

“Of course this is about as much as we’ll ever see– Harry in the bathtub. But you– you must get the full 360 view,” she teased.

You hid your blushing face in your hands. You couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. It was embarrassingly accurate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was the best response you could come up with.

“Tell us, were you in that bathtub when this photo was taken?”

You tried to compose yourself but your grin was undeniable. “I was not, no,” you answered.

“You’ve come along way since you were last on this show,” Ellen stated. “You’ve got an album coming out soon, you’re dating one of the most desired individuals in the business– after me, of course.” You could always count on Ellen to make jokes with such accuracy.

“Is that so?” you joked.

“Kudos to you two,” she said, “You’ve managed to keep this under wraps until now.”

“Nothing can ever been hidden from you, Ellen,” you teased. You learned through your media training the importance of precise word choice.

The truth was, you and Harry had been an item for other six months. The two of you met a year ago through mutual friends and the connection was instant. It went from exchanging numbers, to regular over-the-phone conversations, secret rendezvous, to leaving a little belongings at each other’s pad. The two of you agreed to keep your relationship hidden from the media to the best of your abilities but as time progressed, the two of you became more lenient.

“Are we going to hear about Harry in your album?” Ellen asked.

“Maybe,” you said coyly.

“Are you in his? Which song or songs are about you in his album?”

“I think that’s something he should answer for himself,” you smiled.

“Kiwi?” Ellen asked.

You burst into laughter, “Oh God, that’d be quite the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Ellen and the audience laughed together.

“So in celebration of your first album,” Ellen began, “We wanted to do something special for you.” She stood up and grabbed a paper bag from behind her seat. “Everyone, let’s do as practiced.” You watched as Ellen and the audience put on a white t-shirt with “WALK WITH ME” in bold print in the front of the shirt. Ellen modeled the shirt for you, your album cover on the back side. “Everyone here in the audience gets a pre-ordered copy of Y/N’s new album!” The audience cheered and clapped.

“I feel like crying,” you said genuinely, so touched by the amount of support shown.

“That’s not all,” Ellen said. “Harry, come on out!”

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Ultimate Fangirl

Summary: My Marvel, inner fangirl gets exposed during my DC press tour, and now that’s all I talk about during my interviews. When going onto Ellen DeGeneres’ show, she not only has questions in store for me but a surprise as well. 

Author’s Note: THROWBACK THURSDAY! I wrote this a long time ago and decided to share it with you guys. I wrote this in first-person, because it’s a bit personalized. It’s based off of my interaction with Sebastian Stan during WWC Sacramento with @pleasecallmecaptain. AND based on Graham Norton’s Spice Girls Prank on Emma Stone.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan x Anthony Mackie x Reader (Platonic)

Words: 1,648

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the one where ellen finds out a few things she shouldn’t, and she and aaron have a conversation.

Ellen was always going to find out, Aaron mused as he walked toward the cricket pavilion, figuring it was still the place teenagers went to hide when they were fighting with their parents.

It was naive of them to think they’d keep it from her forever, that they would be able to avoid telling her about the less than ideal circumstances that had resulted in her being born.

Aaron wasn’t happy she’d found out because she’d overheard an argument between Rebecca, and Chrissie. They should have sat her down and told her, really, now she was sixteen and more worldly and mature that any of them were at that age, but she was going to be their little girl forever.

Now she was a little girl with a lot of questions.

Ellen was sitting on the steps of the cricket pavilion, jumper tugged down over her hands (a habit of his, she’d picked up), a hurt expression on her face as she sat, blonde hair billowing in the wind, waist length hair done up in intricate braids that made her Rebecca’s mirror image.

Her eyes were all Robert, though, Aaron couldn’t help but smile to himself as he got closer, that familiar blue-green that he’d woken up to every morning of the last seventeen or so years staring back at him from the daughter he loved so much.

“You’ve given us a right scare,” he called out, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“I didn’t want to talk to mum or dad,” Ellen admitted, budging up on the step so Aaron could sit next to her.

Aaron bumped his knee against hers, giving her a reassuring smile. “You can talk to me,” he said, reiterating a deal they’d made one quiet afternoon when he’d found her skiving off school. If she couldn’t talk to Robert, or Rebecca, she came to him - he was her listening ear.

Ellen was quiet, brow furrowed in a way that made Aaron want to kiss it away, make her back into the innocent little girl she’d been all her life. “I don’t understand,” she admitted. “You and dad, you’ve always been so gross, and in love. I don’t - I can’t believe dad cheated on you with my mum, and that’s why I’m here.”

Aaron sighed, hating that they even had to have this conversation in the first place. “It’s more complicated than that, beans,” he began, thinking back to those harrowing few months of close to two decades ago now. He didn’t think about it, not often, not anymore, not now their lives had moved on and they were so happy.

“He cheated on you,” Ellen repeated, sounding completely shocked.

Ellen really was all the best parts of the three of them. Headstrong, stubborn, and with a heart of absolute untouched gold, the kind of good they’d all ceased to be by time they’d been sixteen.

But she was good. So good, the kind of good that had Aaron beaming with pride when he went to a parents evening, and listened to her teachers rave about how smart, and kind she was, how she was going to fly through sixth form, and university.

He didn’t want that to ever change.

“I was in prison, when it happened,” Aaron admitted, knowing the admission wouldn’t shock her. They’d had a conversation about it, a few months back, and she knew Aaron had a dodgy past - she’d never know what for, if he could help it, but she knew he’d been inside.

“And that makes it okay?” Ellen snapped, her fiery temper blazing through (she’d gotten that one from all three of them.)

“No,” Aaron agreed. “But it might help you understand why.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Ellen admitted, leaning her head on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Decide that once I’ve explained?” Aaron proposed, knowing she was her fathers daughter through and through, unwilling to listen to any side of the story other than the one she was convinced was right.

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