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i hear you have mommy issues

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Nah, my mom’s a beautiful angel who could do no wrong. It’s my fault I’m a monster child.

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i hear you're trying to manipulate natalie

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Natalie’s a big girl. She’s not an idiot. She can make her own decisions without you getting involved.

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Rumor has it you slept with every single woman in Boston

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That’s the goal, right?

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I hear you have a crush on Leonie.

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I’m not in kindergarten.

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I hear you're a misogynist

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i heard you voted for donald trump

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Well, I’m Canadian, so that’s not even a remote possibility.

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nataliegreyson:

Natalie smiled as she felt his foot against hers. It had been such a long time since she’d been on an actual date with someone and she had to admit that it definitely felt good. At his compliment she chuckled. When she’d met him, she didn’t take him to be the romantic type – the type to compliment someone like that, the type to go out on romantic walks with ice cream at night. She was definitely pleasantly surprised by his proposal. “ Yeah absolutely – that sounds wonderful. ” The blonde smiled. “ And thank you. You look really nice as well. ” She took a bite from her souvlaki and looked back up at Taylor. “ How is your food? ”

“The food’s great. Being traded from a team in Alberta, any chance I can get to have anything that’s not pizza or a hamburger, I take. Greek and Middle Eastern are actually two of my favorites, so you made a great choice, beautiful,” Taylor replied, turning on the charm. It was exceptionally easy given the fact that Natalie was practically begging to have attention paid to her. “So how was your week? Kids feeling the summer-itis yet? I know I started feeling it in like November when I was in school. Must be difficult to be a teacher and deal with kids who just don’t want to focus or pay attention... again, me in school.”

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isaacwinston:

“Anti-cats, huh? What’s your stance on dogs then?” He asked with a touch of curious, head cocking tot he side for effect. Isaac listened to Taylor with the same amount of doubt he had when it came to horoscopes in general, eventually huffing a gentle chuckle. “Well, that’s not hard to believe. In New York you could get away with charging a hundred bucks just for a handshake and plenty of people would go for it. Call it an exclusive art movement and people would fall over themselves to be involved. As far as figuring out more on astrology just for a job, I think I’m good. I really don’t want to surround myself with more people who’re into that kind of thing, y’know?”

“Dogs are the greatest, hence why cats could never live up to comparison. I don’t prefer to have my pets hating me every second of the day until I feed them, where they tolerate me for the next five minutes and then go back to hating me again. Animals should think that their owners are no less incredible than God, not have a God-complex,” Taylor replied, rolling his eyes. “True. Very true. Back in Edmonton, just the suggestion of paying more than $50 for anything besides a pick up truck is straight up fucking blasphemy. So color me impressed that New Yorkers could be that exceptionally stupid.”

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Hockey Lessons | Taylor & Leonie

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leoniemyers:

Thankfully, the offer of tickets to Friday’s game calmed Jonathan down some, and with a fist bump from Taylor, and a quick hug and kiss goodbye from Leonie, the boy made his way, albeit reluctantly, over to Corinne’s car; Leonie beating herself up mercilessly for ‘ruining his day’ as she watched him leave. For still being weak enough to let her father control her like this, ten years later, thousands of miles away. She couldn’t just hold herself together, not even for Jon’s sake, and that set off a million other worries: was somebody like her even capable of taking care of a seven-year-old? Clearly not. “I’m fine,” she replied, as curtly as she would with anybody right now, never mind somebody she actually found extremely fucking irritating. “I just need to get home. Need to get away from—from you, and this whole fucking—” Calm down. Breathe, breathe, breathe. He’s not the one you’re angry with. Leonie got to her feet, slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed for her car.

Then spun back around to give Taylor somewhat of an explanation. Not that she owed him one. Taylor had just been using Jonathan to get to her, and she had just been using Taylor to make Jonathan happy. Nothing had magically shifted between them in just a couple of hours. “I’m sorry, it’s a bad time, I never should’ve brought him here. He’s just been so down lately and I figured, for now, this was the best I could do to change that. I don’t know. This was stupid, I’m stupid, I don’t…” The sooner she got home, the better. The need to just fucking cry and get it over with was causing her throat and jaw to seize up, and no way in hell was she going to reduce herself to a sobbing wreck in front of this asshole. “I’m not bringing him again. My mom and stepdad agreed to dropping him off from now on.” Assuming Taylor would be happy to continue Jon’s lessons. Not likely, if she wouldn’t be there watching from the sidelines. “I know that defeats the whole purpose of this for you, but if you could give him a few more lessons before you make your excuses, so he doesn’t blame me for today, I’d appreciate it. That’s how you can help.”

Leonie’s rebuke stung in a way Taylor hadn’t expected it to. After all, she was sort of right, he was more so here for her, not her brother. Still, he couldn’t help feel bad seeing a beautiful girl on the verge of tears, frustrated for trying to balance her feelings and taking care of her little brother’s conflicting ones. He felt for her when he felt for very few people, period.

“That’s really not necessary. It’s not a burden to come hang out with Jon. He’s a sweet kid, of course I want to keep this up. And I’m sure he doesn’t consider this your fault. Well, at least down the road he won’t. You haven’t screwed anything up for him. Don’t worry about it,” Taylor replied softly, unlacing his skates.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Because I don’t know if I’d trust myself to drive in your state. It really wouldn’t be any trouble to take you home myself or call you an Uber. Hell, you can even sit in the back and pretend that it’s a self driving vehicle and not speak to me,” he joked, running a hand through his locks and grinning, trying to cut the tension a bit. “Really, it’s no trouble.”