I JUST FINISHED LOS AND NEED TO RANT. I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS SERIES. I NEED HELP. OH MY GOD. LET ME RANT. EVERYTHING IS FUCKED. I LIST QUESTIONS. SPOILERS!!!!!!
YO. IN THE SPACE OF TEN PAGES SHE KILLED TWO CHARACTERS AND RUINED EVERYTHING. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS. OH MY GODS.
1. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BB MAGNUS
2. If Robert is dead, who becomes Inquisitor? Who will exile Emma? Will she be exciled at all?
3. Simply, WHAT THE FUCK ANNABEL WHYYYYYYYYYYY
4. What was up with ANNABEL disappearing and the Unseelie King’s symbol appearing?
5. GWYN AND DIANA PLS
6. Now the Dearborn’s are discredited, who will step in as head of the Institute when Alec has to step down? Will he at all?
7. ARE KIT AND TY GON BE GAY BBS OR PARA-BRO-TAI I AM CONFUSED (UPDATE: HOLY FUCK I AM SCREAMING. I KNEW IT! I THOUGHT CAUSE LIVVY AND TY WERE GON BE PARABATAI AND THE SUBTLE HINTS OF GAY, BUT CC ANSWERED A QUESTION AND SAID THAT ‘I don’t think [them becoming parabatai] is a good idea, don’t you?’ I am S H O O K
8. WHY WAS LIVVY AND THE LAST LINE NECESSARY CLARE? WHYYYYYYYY?!
9. Why didn’t Emma and Julian try their super love powers to heal Livvy if it makes them more powerful?
10. WHO WILL BE INQUISITOR? I HOPE IT IS DIANA IDK HOW BUT #GOALS (UPDATE: HOLY SHIT SHE CAN NO LONGER BE QUESTIONED BY MORTAL SWORD SO SHE COULD RUN THE INSTITUTE NOW OML)
11. WHAT’S UP WITH CLARY YO LIKE VISIONS? BISCUIT MUST LIVE! CLACE FOREVER?!?! ALSO MAGNUS TOO????!???
12. WHERE WERE CLACE AT DURING THE END OF BOOK? SIZZY? JUST EVERYONE WHERE YOU AT (FYI I know they appear in QoAD but WHY NOT IN LOS)
13. What will happen TO THE LOVE TRIO? IS IT SETTLED AS CRISTINA AND MARK THEN? I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS MISSING?! ARE THEY GOING TO BE POLY
14. WAIT I DON’T REMEMBER WAS THE CARK/MISTINA (??) BOND THINGO BROKEN OR WHAT (It was, I had lost my marbles all g)
15. WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN NOW THAT THE LORD OF SHADOWS HAS THE BOOK
16. AND THE BLIGHT, OHHH FUUUUCK
17. AND KIERAN AT THE SCHOLARMANCE
18. THESE AREN’T EVEN QUESTIONS ANYMORE I’M JUST IN PAIN
19. WHAT ARE JULES AND EMMA GONNA DO REGARDLESS OF EXILE
20. *incoherent screaming*
21. And THE MORTAL SWORD WHAAAAAAT
22. IS TY OKAY
23. WHAT IS ROBERT’S DEATH GOING TO BE TO MALEC? ARE EITHER GOING TO FEEL RESPONSIBLE CAUSE MAGNUS WASNT THERE OH NOOO
24. FUCK THE COHORT AMIRITE
25. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO PERFECT DIEGO THO
26. ALSO SPEAKING OF MAGNUS, TESSA IS SICK TOO WHAT IS THIS TO DO WITH THE BLIGHT MY BBS NOOOO
27. ALSO ALL THE REFERENCES LIKE WILL H. AND JESSAMINE AND PHOTOS KILLED ME
28. ALSO ALEC’S SASS WOOOOOO
29. Rip what is going to happen with Helen and Aline :(((
30. WAIT WHY DIDN’T THE BLACKTHORNS EVER CALL ON JAIME
31. Annabel was all family this, yay JULIAN that then BAM
32. OH AND WHAT’S UP WITH DRU AND JAIME
33. Bridget???? Is that you???? (*CC has stated that it is her, she’s not immortal but her long life will be explained in the next book)
34. Who is the Queen of Air and Darkness? Is it the Seelie Queen? Cause from what mythology I know it is, and CC said we know her already.
35. OH MY GOD PEOPLE I AM GOING TO GRADUATE BEFORE THE NEXT BOOK I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE PLS HELP
Extra: I’M READING A LOT ABOUT A SEELIE QUEEN/SEBASTIAN DEMON BABY AND I AM WORRIED
Update: SHE SAID WE’D SEE A MORGENSTERN AGAIN UH OH
So this one is for @blakexiaobong. Some of the people at @rwbysecretsanta couldn’t get it done so I got called in to write one for you, hence it being so late, sorry about that. Heard you like the bees so thats what you get. Hope you enjoy it.
Dillon was the best older brother ever! Especially, when he brought you to Magcon. You went to an event last week, and now he wants you to come again! This has never happened since he’s never asked. But, you make the best of it and pack your things. “Shannon!” Dillon yells. “Taylor’s here!” You smiled to yourself as you jogged down the stairs. You’ve always had a little crush on Taylor, but never told him because family comes first and you don’t think Dillon would like that. “Bout time you showed up!” Taylor joked, putting your things in the back of his car. “Oh can it Caniff,” you retort, sticking your tongue out. “At least I don’t spend an hour on my hair. How long does it take you to pita bandana on anyway?” You say and he play punches you. “Hey!” He says. “Putting a bandana on is a skill.” He says, adjusting the one he’s wearing. “Plus, ladies love the bandana.” He winks causing you to blush. “Guys, come on!” Dillon yells. “We’re gonna miss the flight!” You slide into the back seat and Taylor took his place in the drivers seat. “To the airport!” Taylor cheers. “To the airport!” You and Dillon echo.
****ON THE PLANE****
The flight to Atlanta was dull and long. But luckily, you had the window seat to your right and Taylor to your left. Dillon sat on the other side of Taylor, his Beats already covering his ears and music blasting from the speakers. Taylor chuckles to himself, causing you look over to him with a quizzical expression. “What?” you ask, hitting his arm.
“Does he ever not wear those things on flights?” He asks, looking at Dillon. You shrug. “I never have anyone to talk to on these things”.
“You know”, you say. “You could just talk to the coolest person on this plane!”
“And who’s that?” He smirks. “I would look weird talking to myself”. You roll your eyes.
“I meant me, smart ass”, you say. “Talk to me if you’re really that bored”.
“I was waiting for you to offer cause I’m never bored talking to you”, he says. You blush. “And Dillon!” he says, taking Dillon’s side. “Don’t want the other Rupp to get upset.
"Alright,” you say. “What do you wanna talk about?”
***END OF THE FLIGHT***
“Taylor! Shannon! Wake up!” Dillon yells, waking you from your nap on Taylor’s shoulder. “We’re here! Everyone’s waiting so move your asses!” Taylor jumps up in his seat.
“Alright! I’m up! Let’s go!” he grabs his carry on and runs off the plane. You and Dillon follow close behind, looking for the rest of the group through the tunnel. Upon seeing Mahogany, you run ahead and give her a giant hug!
“I missed you so much!” She says, handing your luggage. “How was the flight?”
“It was good!” You say. “Taylor’s shoulder was kind of boney though”. She looks at you slyly. “What?”
“So you and him are finally a couple now?” she asks excited.
“No!” you sigh. “I just fell asleep on his shoulder. We’re not dating”.
“Well, it’s time for that to change. Matt!” she motions Matt over.
“What’s up?” he asks. Mahogany leans over to whisper in his ear. An evil grin flashes across his face. “Totally! Let’s do this!” He goes over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Before you protest, he speaks. “You want Taylor to ask you out right?” you nod. “Then let’s give him a little push”. You nod and walk towards the group. Taylor looks over at the two of you and stiffens. Is it working?
“You okay Tay?” Dillon asks.
“Yeah yeah” he says, snapping out of his trance. “Let’s just head to the car. He nods and you all walk to the car. Matt slides in first, putting you on his lap and Taylor follows. "You sure you don’t want a seat Shannon?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Yeah I’m fine”, you say. “I’m really tired so I’m just gonna take a nap”. You snuggle into Matts neck, stifling a smile.
***AT THE HOTEL***
“Shannon. Babe! We’re here!” Matt says. Taylor pushes his way out the car. Everyone, including Dillon looks to you.
“What?” You ask in confusion. Dillon rolls his eyes.
“We all know you guys like each other!” He exclaims. “I’m dumb, not stupid! No, get your ass off Matt and go get him!” You blush a deep red and jump out of the car to chase after Taylor. To your surprise, Taylor was still in the lobby, his head in his hands.
“Tay?” You ask in confusion. “What’s wrong?” He looks at you, a hurt and angered expression written on his face.
“Like you care,” he spat. “Don’t you have Matt to worry about?” Chuckling lightly, you shake your head. “And now you’re laughing at me. Great! That just makes my day even-” you cut him off with a sweet, passionate kiss. “Whoa,” he says in an exasperated breath.
“Can’t you see Taylor?” you ask. “You’re the only one I have eyes on. Matt was just helping me get you jealous. And apparently, it worked”.
He shakes his head.“Now I feel like a complete idiot!” You smile, kissing his cheek.
“But you’re a cute idiot!” He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“And I’m also your idiot!” Blood rushes to his cheeks. “I mean, you know, if you want to”.
“I do want to.” He picks you up in victory, spinning you around. “Put me down!” you giggle.
“Only if you kiss me again!” he says, putting you down.
“Gladly” you say and grab his face in your hands to kiss him. He smiles into the kiss, running his fingers through your hair. Hoots and hollers erupt in the lobby, breaking your kiss. Turning, you see the group cheering and taking pictures.
“It’s about time!” Mahogany says snapping a picture of the two of you.
“Say all you want”, Taylor says, pulling you tight. “I’m just happy to have my girl”.
“My girl” You say, looking up to meet his gaze. “I like the sound of that”.
On December 31, 2016, a “leap second” will be added to the world’s clocks at 23 hours, 59 minutes 59 seconds Coordinated Universal Time (UTC). This corresponds to 6:59:59 pm Eastern Standard Time, when the extra second will be inserted at the U.S. Naval Observatory’s Master Clock Facility in Washington, DC.
Historically, time was based on the mean rotation of the Earth relative to celestial bodies, and the second was defined in this reference frame. However, the invention of atomic clocks defined a much more precise “atomic” timescale and a second that is independent of Earth’s rotation. In 1970, international agreements established a procedure to maintain a relationship between Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) and UT1, a measure of the Earth’s rotation angle in space. The International Earth Rotation and Reference Systems Service (IERS) is the organization that monitors the difference in the two time scales and calls for leap seconds to be inserted in or removed from UTC when necessary to keep them within 0.9 second of each other. In order to create UTC, a secondary timescale, International Atomic Time (TAI), is first generated; it consists of UTC without leap seconds. When the system was instituted in 1972, the difference between TAI and UTC was determined to be 10 seconds. Since 1972, 26 additional leap seconds have been added at intervals varying from six months to seven years, with the most recent being inserted on June 30, 2015. After the insertion of the leap second in December, the cumulative difference between UTC and TAI will be 37 seconds.
Confusion sometimes arises over the misconception that the occasional insertion of leap seconds every few years indicates that the Earth should stop rotating within a few millennia. This is because some mistake leap seconds to be a measure of the rate at which the Earth is slowing. The one-second increments are, however, indications of the accumulated difference in time between the two systems.
The decision as to when to add a leap second is determined by the IERS, for which the USNO serves as the Rapid Service/Prediction Center. Measurements show that the Earth, on average, runs slow compared to atomic time, at about 1.5 to 2 milliseconds per day. These data are generated by the USNO using the technique of Very Long Baseline Interferometry (VLBI). VLBI measures the rotation of the Earth by observing the apparent positions of distant objects near the edge of the observable universe. These observations show that after roughly 500 to 750 days, the difference between Earth rotation time and atomic time would be about one second. Instead of allowing this to happen a leap second is inserted to bring the two time-scales closer together. We can easily change the time of an atomic clock, but it is not possible to alter the Earth’s rotational speed to match the atomic clocks.
All I know is we said hello, so dust off your highest hopes, all I know it pouring rain and everyhing has changed. All I know is a new found grace, all my days I’ll know your face, all I know since yesterday is everything has changed
taylorswift Tay. I’m so confused with my life right now and I have no idea who I am or who I want to be. And I guess it doesn’t really help that I am quiet and slightly awkward when I talk to people. It’s hard for me to make friends. I try to make friends at school, but I always get too nervous to talk to anyone and I always end up keeping to myself and fading away to the background, because these days I find that I’d rather just be by myself and be alone. I just want to be happy again, but I don’t know how to make that happen. It’s getting to the point in my life where I need to decide what I want to major in at school and what career path I want to take, but I honestly have absolutely no ideas, and I’m afraid that if I pick something it will be the wrong choice. It seems like everyone around me knows who they are and what they want to do, and then there’s me who has no clue. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
You’re smiling face and your beautiful music is what’s helped me get this far, though. And why I’ve never given up on myself. I hope someday I can find something that I’m as passionate about as you are with singing and performing. Thank you for giving me hope that someday I will find my place.
I love you.
A/N: Tell me what you think, I’d love to hear your opinion. I hope you enjoy.
You had tried your best to put what happened behind you, the cold winter air stinging your cheeks as the tears of self-hatred stream down them. Why did you do it? You suppose four years of longing adds up. But you know the moment that you see Taehyung and the way his face lights up when he sees you, Jungkook will just be a bad dream.
You get back just after nine, and are unsurprised to find Taehyung asleep on the couch with your cat, Kermit, napping on his chest. Tae had a hard job, long hours, but he always had enough energy to drive you crazy, so you knew the day must have been especially hard.
“Scoot,” you say softly to Kermit, nudging the chubby cat, but it just glanced at you before going back to sleep. You sigh and lift up the orange feline, snuggling it briefly before putting it on the ground.
You stand and stare at Tae for a moment. His features so peaceful, his full, soft lips slightly parted, his shallow breath, that silky brown hair. He was beautiful, and he was yours.
Then, kneeling down by his head, you begin to lightly brush the hairs on his forehead. He wiggles his nose before stirring from his sleep.
“Jagiya,” he says quietly in his deep, raspy voice. He shifts so there is enough room for you on the couch. You gladly shrugg off your jacket and snuggle up next to him, you being the little spoon as his arms wrap around you.
“Mmm,” he hums. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you say, nuzzling against his arm, breathing in his woody musk.
“I love it when you come back after a long time, you smell like the day you’ve had. You smell different,” he says pulling you closer, his head in the crook of your neck.
“Different?” you say, tensing slightly.
“Yeah, you smell like winter. Crisp, and fresh, and cool,” Taehyung says, his voice slowly fading off.
The two of you fall asleep on the couch, but wake up during the night, by the interruption of Kermit. You change locations and groggily both get into bed, holding eachother close.
You don’t wake up again until the morning light peaked through the window. You groan and shift to face away from it, your face ending up right against Tae’s. Your lips lightly pressing against his. The closeness of your lips makes your body rush with endorphins.
Taehyung feels it too, as his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer pressing your lips harder against his. You both slowly begin to move them in a steady rhythm, taking time to plant sweet kisses all over the others face. You slip your arms around his neck, opening your mouth wider. One of the biggest things you really loved about Tae was how good of a kisser he was, those beautiful, lush lips did not go to waste.
You shift on to your back as Tae runs his fingers along the skin just under your baggy sleeping shirt. You shiver as his hand slowly moves upwards towards your eager breats. You play with his bottom lip, tugging at its fullness lightly.
“Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.
“Tell me what you want,” you say softly as his hand pinchs your right nipple, making you thrust your pelvis upwards against his, feeling the hardness of his erection. “How do you want me?” you say as his soft brown eyes take in every curve of your face before they become hooded.
Tae grabbs your hips and moves the both of you so you’re now on top of him.
“I want you here,” he says, hands sliding up your sides.
“Here?” you say, arching a brow as you start to grind against him, soliciting a breathy moan from Taehyung.
“Yes,” he says, eyes closed, breath heavy. You want his pleasure. You want him to feel good, even if it means sacrificing your own. That’s what makes a good lover.
You slowly lift up your shirt, making sure he’s watching while he squirms underneath you. When it’s off, you take his hands and place them on your breasts and hold them there as you never let go of his gaze.
“Jagiya,” he says and pushes up against you. You smile sweetly, before letting go of his hands and reaching down for his sweat pants. You pull them down, and push aside the thin strip of fabric covering your slit. You hover above him, teasing his tip, but your Tae has never been patient. He grabbs your hips and pulls you down on to him so hard that you have to steady yourself on his thighs.
“Tae,” you say with surprise, but it’s not your Tae looking back. This is the Tae you only see in the bedroom. This is Taehyung.
“What do you want, baby?” You say with hooded eyes.
He sits up slightly, just enough to wrap his hand around the back of your neck to pull you down to him. His lips are hungry for you, he claims you the way he always does, but this time it’s more intense. His fingers painfully dig into your neck, his hand controls the movement of your ass with a grip of steel. It’s almost as if he knows what you did, and this is his punishment. It hurts, but you know you deserve it.
“You,” he whispers. “I want you.”
The two of you lock eyes, and you can the love in his eyes, the lust and desire he has for you. It makes the guilt you feel worsen, making it dig deeper. So you try to lose yourself, get distracted in the moment, focus on Tae. Your Tae.
You tangle your fingers in his mess of hair, dropping your head against his shoulder. His breath heavy and hot on your skin.
Tae’s hand releases your neck and slides down your back, leaving a trace of fire in it’s wake. You tighten around him, your movements, slow and forceful, each quiver used to bring him closer and closer to the edge. Taehyung’s breath catches when you clench around him. You take his mouth in your, slick lips moulding to yours perfectly. The kiss lasts until you’re both desperate for breath. And when you pull away you can see by the furrow in his brow that he’s close, but he’s so desperate to wait for you that he’s using all his will to hold on.
“Come on baby. Come for me,” you say in a sultry voice. He looks at you in surprise, but he can’t disobey.
He holds you tight against his chest, as he becomes a quiver mess. You plant little, dragging pecks across his cheek and jaw. Tae places a hand on each hip and helps lift you off. You flop down beside him on the bed.
Tae quickly takes you in his arms, holding you close so the two of you can look into the others eyes. His eyes linger all over your face as his elegant fingers gently play with your hair.
“I love you,” you say with teary eyes, as your hand cups his cheek.
“I love you too,” he says with a small, sweet smile. Then he pulls you closer so your head rests under his chin.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes before you declare that you need a shower, then it’s business as usually.
“Jagiya?” Taehyung says, coming into the bathroom while you’re showering.
“I forgot to tell you that someone’s coming over tonight.”
“My old childhood friend, Jae. I haven’t seen him since he left when I was 13. We’ve kept in touch, but it’s been a long time since we’ve met in person. He’s back in town and wanted to have dinner, so I invited him over. You don’t mind?” he says and starts to brush his teeth.
“Of course not. I always like hearing about you as a kid. Everyone has an embarrasing story about you.”
“Sweet. I’m gonna go out and pick up a few things for dinner tonight,” he says completely ignoring your crack at him.
“Alrighty,” you say and poke your head out of the shower to give him a peck on the lips.
The rest of the day passed in relative peace. You relax on the couch, caught up on some of your copy editing, before Tae came back and the two of you started preparing dinner.
“He should be here around six,” Tae says as he thows some rice cakes in boiling water.
“Why would I be nervous?” he says, obviously very nervous.
“I don’t know, you just seem shakey,” you say as you chop onions.
“I… actually, it’s kind of embarrassing,” he says looking down as he bites his lip.
“What?” you say with a slight laugh.
“Have you ever liked a girl?” he says looking up suddenly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Have you ever had, like, a girl crush,” he says a slightly vulnerable look on his face. So you tell him the truth.
“Uh, yeah actually. Surprisingly her name was Tay too, but Tay with a Y,” you say with a nod.
“Well, Jae was my Tay,” he says quickly, but confused himself with the fast pronunciation.
“Really?” you say in a teasing tone, lifting your brows in surprise.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
“Did anything ever happen? Anything, sexy?” You say in a dramatic tone.
“Pffft, uh, no, well…” he says pausing. “There was one time.”
You don’t say anything, just drop the knife and lean against the counter beside him. Tae looks over at you, knowing that he’ll have to tell you.
“It was right before he moved. We went to our favourite spot to hang out. We started talking, and one thing led to another, and then we…”
“Kissed?” you say finishing his sentence.
Tae just nodds in response.
“Oh my God, you slut,” you tease playfully with a big smile on your face.
“Shut up,” he says smiling back.
“Should I be jealous?”
“No,” he says and gets back to cooking.
It was a few minutes before six when there was a knock on the door.
“Oh shit,” Tae says, getting rather flustered.
“It’s just a normal friend, not your childhood man crush. Now go get’em, I’ll finish setting up,” you say playing with the collar of his shirt, before giving him a kiss of encouragment.
You finish putting out the plates and cutlery, when Tae brings his friend into the kitchen.
“Y/N, this is Jae.”
You turn around with a welcoming smile, but feel it quickly change into shock.
“Kookie?” you say staring right into the face of Jungkook, your first love, and, incidently, your boyfriends.
“You two know eachother?” Taehyung asks, looking between the two of you.
Seven and a half months of bliss, she was surprised it had lasted this long. The inevitable had finally happened. She knew it would happen eventually but in truth this was still shocking. This was a step too far. Unforgivable.
She read the headline again -
Taylor Swift dumps Calvin Harris after ‘happy ending’ at LA massage parlour
Her eyes welled up with tears and she didn’t try to make them stop. She cried because she knew it was over. She knew they were done; it was almost like grieving.
She went to pick up her phone to speak with him, to get this out of the way, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wasn’t ready to let him go.
How could he forgive this? How could she ask him to deal with this? She couldn’t.
He had just returned from the gym, mercifully he didn’t meet any paparazzi on the way. He was in no mood to deal with them today. His phone beeped from his pocket - a small smile appeared on his face thinking it might be her. He’d be seeing her later but that wasn’t soon enough. His smile faded when he read Charlie’s name on his screen, he opened the text - smile turning to confusion.
Charlie: Hey dude, have you seen the latest story about you and Tay?
His brows furrowed in confusion as he opened up his emails, sure enough there was an email from his publicist - subject line URGENT. He opened it, slightly nervously, and clicked on the link that directed him to an article on Hollywood Life. His confusion turned to anger, anger lead to fury until finally he put his phone down and succumbed to an uncontrollable fear.
Has she seen this? Does she believe it? He felt sick, his skin clammy with a cold sweat. He stood up, completely unsure what to do and began pacing back and forth. He went to grab his phone to call her but fear stopped him. If she’s seen it she hasn’t called him - she doesn’t want to speak with him. His worst fears were all but verbally confirmed by this action. She was done.
He walked into his kitchen and did something he hadn’t done for a long time. He grabbed a bottle from the side, not even bothering to see what it was and unscrewed the top. Liquid sloshed into the glass as he poured a healthy measure. He downed it in one and preceded to pour another.
She was pacing her kitchen with her phone against her ear. She’d been calling him non-stop for the past half an hour. No answer. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried. SHe knew without a shadow of a doubt that the story as false but this reaction frightened her. The fact he hadn’t reached out to speak to her; the paparazzi had finally done it, they’d drive another relationship away. She was due to go over to his place within the next hour and she nodded to herself, almost to convince herself, that she would go.
She was nearly ready, she grabbed some shoes, tidied up her hair and slicked her cherry red armour over her lips as the final flourish. Grabbing her keys she ran out of her door and straight to the car.
Within 20 minutes she was at his door, the key he’d given her in hand. She’d had time to think and she was angry now. He hadn’t called, hadn’t check on her. The promises he’d made about not leaving were broken and she was mad.
She opened the door, music coming from the lounge. She followed the sound, anger increasing with every step.
‘Adam!’ she shouted out. His reply was delayed and his voice sounded unfamiliar to her but she couldn’t figure out why. She turned the corner and he came into view. He was sitting on his couch, an empty bottle of what she ascertained was whiskey next to him. He looked up at her; a mixture of emotions on his face that she couldn’t quite read.
‘Adam, what the hell? I’ve been trying to call you. What the fuck is going on?’
He just continued to stare at her, opening and closing his mouth as he struggled to form words.
‘I- I’m s-You’re here. My baby is here.’ he finally got the words out. He was stuttering, his voice shaky. She immediately recognised the symptoms. He was drunk - blind drunk.
‘You’re fucking drunk? You’re that scared to talk to me, to tell me to my face that we’re done so you get drunk?’ she was fuming, she stamped her feet over to him grabbing the bottle and waving it in front of his face. ‘I can’t believe this’ she finished, more to herself that anyone else.
He stood up now, his face dropped with sadness. ‘So we are done? You’re finished with me? I swear I didn’t do it Taylor. I love you. I love you so much it scares me.’ he stuttered his way through the sentence, slurring almost every word as he made his way towards her but his footing was awkward and his depth perception obviously off. He walked directly into the low coffee table in front of him and plummeted to the floor.
She watched everything happen in almost slow motion, she reached out to him to break his fall but it was no use. He was too heavy, too big. She watched helplessly as he hit the floor. She rushed to his side, he was unharmed but passed out.
‘You idiot. I love you too, always. But don’t you dare do this to me again.’ she whispered to him, knowing full well he couldn’t hear her. She tried to lift him, to at least get him back on the couch would be better than this. Even with all the strength in her arms he didn’t move an inch.
She started shaking him, lightly at first. ‘Adam. Adam wake up. Come on baby.’ she said, louder than before. He was still - his heavy drunk breathing the only sound. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and called the only people she knew that would be able to help her.
Almost 20 minutes later a knock at the door pulled her out of her seat where she’d been watching Adam breathing in and out, whispering her name in his sleep.
She opened up and was greeted by her security team -. ‘Thanks for coming guys, he’s through here.’ she said, relief running through her. They followed her in to the room, lightly laughing as she rolled her eyes comically as she gestured to him. They pulled him upright with ease and carried him to the bedroom, flopping him down on the bed.
‘Thanks guy, I really appreciate it. I’ll take it from here.’
‘No problem, Ms. Swift. Let us know if you need anything else.’
She turned back around, looking at her boyfriend and sighing. She moved over to him, pulling off his shoes and tugging his jeans off. As she made her way around to her side of the bed he began to stir, his arms reaching out to her.
‘M’sorry, babe.’ his accent deeper and stronger with the added alcohol.
‘I know, I know. Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.’ she said, stripping off her own clothes and grabbing a tshirt of Adam’s to throw on. She crawled into bed beside him as he rolled towards her, leaning his head on her shoulder. She absent-mindedly stoked his hair thinking about the events of the day. Adam hadn’t spoken to her thinking she believed the story, she hadn’t spoken to him thinking he was done with the paparazzi intrusion into their life but she was wrong and so was he. He loved her - he didn’t run. He was scared of losing her but he didn’t run and she focused on that thought as she drifted off to sleep.
He groaned; his head was thumping, his mouth dry and gasping for water. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time. He’d stopped drinking precisely to avoid this feeling. He stretched his arm out to her side but found it empty. His mind wandered through his fuzzy memory of last night - she’d come over and they’d been shouting. After that his memory was blank - nothing. He looked around the room for evidence of her. Her clothes were on the floor, her jewellery tangled on his bedside. She was still here somewhere. He let out the breath he was unconsciously holding in and jumped out of bed.
He walked down the stairs, sounds of life coming from the kitchen. The soft melodies of music and singing spreading out towards him. He walked through the door into the kitchen, nerves shaking through him.
She turned to him as soon as he entered. ‘Hey, you’re awake.’ she was quiet, almost somber.
'Yeah.’ he replied. His hand going to the back of his neck, he was unsure of how this was going to go.
'We should talk about last night, Adam. Firstly, please don’t get like that again. I could barely move you alone, I had to call my security.’ He nodded at her, this was it he thought. He couldn’t breathe he was so nervous. 'But mostly, I’m sorry.’ she finished.
'You’re sorry? Why are you sorry? It’s me that should be sorry. I didn’t do anything at that massage place. I swear Taylor! And then I got drunk, I’m the biggest idiot. I was so terrified you believed the story and wanted to end it. The thought of not being with you killed me.’ he was rambling, talking ten to the dozen.
'Stop.’ she said, she’d walked over to him during his ramble and placed her hands on to his. 'Stop talking.’ He breathed out, in relief. 'I know the story isn’t true. I knew as soon as I read it. I trust you. I love you. I was scared that you’d had enough of the paparazzi and that’s why you didn’t call. I thought you were done with me.’ she looked down at the floor, sadness in her eyes at the mere thought of being apart from him.
He titled her chin up with his finger and kissed her lightly on the lips. 'Never. I’ll never be done with you.’
She smiled, the kind of smile that made his heart stop. 'Good. We need to trust each other, we need to talk to each other. I need to call Tree and get this story retracted’ She hugged him close, snuggling her face into his chest. ’…and you need to shower. You smell like a brewery!’
He laughed. Kissing her on the forehead and heading upstairs to the bathroom, he started thinking about what she’d said about Tree. He should do something to show her that he can deal with this stuff and that he can deal with the stories, the ridiculous lies. He opened up Twitter and laid the rumours to rest with one simple tweet.
Oct 30, 2014 “Sony/ATV….signed Calvin Harris to an extension of its long-term worldwide publishing deal. Feb 20, 2015 ”[Shake it Off] helped lead Sony/ATV (which reps Swift) to its 10th consecutive leading quarter.“ Swift was the youngest songwriter ever hired by Sony/ATV. Sony is driving this showmance. They are using their top artist to promote another in their stable. It is all $$$$. Aarika gets $$ to go away. Tay gets $, proceeds from his song, straight image. Karlie has to play along to support her GF.
My confusion: Big Machine is with Universal Music Group 😕…I’m confused! Tay is with Universal…But it makes sense that UMG and Sony would both want $$.