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ur-fav-inactive-writer · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

Ivan of Zandar x Pregnant!Reader | Part One , Two @smoiesaustine

Request: Once you are done with the Ice Ice Ranger pt 2 can you do a pt. 3 of Ice Ice ranger? The birth of our baby.

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It had been many, many months since you had stopped being a ranger. It wasn't permanent, but it felt as such. You hadn't been a part of any battle in nearly 5 months. And even after the baby came, Ivan wanted you to be on maternity leave for as long as possible. You were annoyed by this, but agreed for yours and the baby's health and wellbeing. Ivan was thrilled that you agreed to stay out of danger but understood how frustrating it must've been.

As you approached your due date, Ivan began trying to stay away from any missions or battles. Ivan did everything in his power to ensure you'd always be at his side. Or if it wasn't by his side, it was Shelby's, Tyler's, Riley's, or any other rangers. He needed to be certain that you were always safe, and having a ranger beside you at all times allowed him to calm down a little. It was an incredibly busy day at the café meaning that you were the only one left in the base. Being heavily pregnant, you were forbidden to be working. No matter how understaffed they were, they didn't let you work. Ivan just wanted you to relax for the remainder of your pregnancy. You were in the base, relaxing, when you felt it. Your water broke. Uh oh. Everyone was upstairs and you certainly weren't waddling up all the stairs in your condition. You panicked for a few moments before remembering that your phone was across the room. You grabbed it and called Chase, who always answered since he was always on it. He answered and before he could say hi you blurted out,

"Hey Chase, so um, don't panic, but my water just broke, so I just really really really need Ivan right now."

You heard him go silent in shock before shouting out for Ivan and Ms. Morgan. As he shouted this, he hung up. You stood in the base for a few minutes until you heard the sound of clamouring. Turning your head, you saw Ivan and Ms. Morgan rushing to your side and the rest of the rangers following suit. Ivan grabbed you by the waist, hastily asking a plethora of questions. You hushed him and reassured him you were okay. Ms. Morgan recommended that the two of you head to the hospital, and you agreed. Tyler quickly offered using his jeep as a ride, and you nodded. Ivan carried you over to the car, helping you breathe through the contractions. He carefully sat you down in the car before sitting himself next to you and holding your hand. Tyler and Kendall sat in the front seat, occasionally checking in on you. They arrived at the hospital, and Ivan carried you from the car into the hospital. Ms. Morgan decided to do the talking for you. She explained the situation, and the nurses guided you into a room. The contractions kept growing stronger, causing you to cry out in pain. Ivan gently squeezed your hand, sharply inhaling when he realised how cold your palms were. Whenever you were in pain, your ice powers kicked in and turned you colder than ever. He decided to talk with you to distract you from the overwhelming pain.

"So, do you think the little one will have your powers?" You smiled at his words. "Maybe, perhaps we can call her Elsa if she does." The light laugh that came along with your sentence caused Ivan to crack a smile. "She, hm? How can you be certain?" You shrugged, "Mothers instincts. You're gonna have a little lady, I'm sure of it." You both laughed softly before you squeezed his hand again due to another contraction. He helped you breathe through it and started up the conversation again. "Well, having a mini (Y/N) wouldn't be so bad." He said, looking at you with a soft smile. "Just imagine her with your adorable curls and smile. Maybe she'll look more like a little Ivan." The thought of having a daughter with both of your features made him happier than ever. You two kept conversing, pausing occasionally to breathe through the contractions.

Eventually, it was time for your little one to come into the world. You grabbed Ivan's hand, overwhelmed with the excruciating pain coursing through your body. You squeezed his hand tightly as he tried to reassure you it'd be okay. Breathing heavily, you whimpered out an incoherent sentence. Ivan looked at you quizically, gesturing you to repeat it. "Ivan, 'm scared, it hurts so bad, I can't do it." He pressed a soft kiss to your hand. "Yes, you can milady, I'm sure of it."

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It had been many, many hours since your water had broken, and the team was sat anxiously in the waiting room. They hadn't heard anything about you since you had been admitted to a room, so impatiently waited for an update. After what felt like years, Ivan came into the waiting room. The Rangers' faces lit up at his presence.

"How is (Y/N) and the baby doing?!" Came Shelby's voice.

"Is everything doing okay?" Kendall's voice chimed in.

"Do we get to meet baby?!" Asked Koda enthusiastically.

Ivan silenced all of his friends. Smiling, he began speaking. "(Y/N) is doing just fine. It's a girl. Winter Amber (Y/L/N)." The team awww-ed at his words, Shelby being excited that it's a girl. He invited them all to come see you and the baby. They all walked in, trying to keep quiet and not disturb you too much. As they walked into the room, they all gushed over how adorable your baby was. She had icy white hair, soft curls (just like Ivan's), and Ivan's eyes.

What was apparent to you once you had held her for the first time was that she had inherited your ice powers. You figured this out due to the fact that when you picked her up, she was cold to the touch and had left small flakes of snow in her cot. You passed her around to the rangers, making sure someone was there to help Koda with holding her.

"Hey, how come you called her Winter with the middle name Amber?" Shelby inquired. You softly grinned, excited to explain why you had named your daughter what you had. "Well, since she's inherited my ice powers and was born in December, we called her Winter. And Amber is because its a similar colour to gold, which pays tribute to Ivan being the gold ranger." You said, looking up at your fiancé fondly. He was still sat at your side, gently caressing the back of your hand.

"I can't wait to raise Winter with you, my love." He whispered softly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. And if you were being honest, you couldn't wait either.

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this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 · 1 year ago

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Harry's voice breaking at around 3:52 while trying to dodge explaining 'If I Could Fly' is so heartbreaking 💔😭

Perfect being a love song and explaining it the way he did doesn't give me the impression that he wanted a forever with Blondie and marry her... If Taylor wanted something solid and to be sure that the person who she is with wasn't gonna bail on her someday out of nowhere then hearing lyrics like these might have been one of the reasons why she chose YB over Harry in late 2016:

I might never be the hands you put your heart in

Or the arms that hold you any time you want them

But that don't mean that we can't live here in the moment

'Cause I can be the one you love from time to time

https://youtu.be/fsv6KmlY9F8?feature=shared

Anon, ouch! That video—he was so exhausted; it felt like a precursor to the “this movie feels like a real movie” interview in Venice last fall—was packed with him trying to dodge answers about vulnerable songs. Awww, buddy.

A couple things about Perfect:

- It’s a co-write. There are sections that are (so very obviously) written by H, while others are written by LT. Some of the phrasing around being a flaky partner is wording that H never really uses when he writes.

- that said, H does have a collab with Jack on Alfie’s Song and it’s parenthetical title is “Not So Typical Love Song”. Kind of like how he describes this.

- this is the era he is writing Two Ghosts (which he holds for HS1), and perhaps also starts work on Hunger. He is really not certain what she wants, or how to move forward. In the past, he had agreed to be one of her many options (as described in JALBOYH). This songs feels like he thinks she wants that again. Like he’s throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks?

So, maybe Blondie was put off by this? But look at some of his solo write lyrics on this very same album:

Does that seem like someone wanting to bail? Or this:

And the very first song he writes for his solo album (a story he retold this June on Wembley n4)? Is this:

He is convinced that they belong together, in all situations.

And what he is offering at 22 to a more mature almost 27 year-old whose Mom/closest confidante had cancer, is a non-specific future. One filled with love, certainly, but full of potential downside and risk, media scrutiny and proximity to people she wanted to avoid.

As he is launching his solo career, his main supports beyond notoriously silent Mitch Rowland are the Jeff Azoff connections. Many of whom were tied to the K-J family who’d made her life hell. Jeff’s Mom’s bestie is Kris; his sister’s is KKW; his girlfriend’s bestie is Kendall. Way, way, way too close.

And YB - high above the whole scene. Seemingly well-adjusted with a low key vibe, on the cusp of becoming the next big thing as an actor. Much less risk. A breath of fresh air at the time.

Except…we all know how the whole thing plays out: weak, mediocre man ultimately becomes resentful of Blondie and tries to make her small. Man, I hate that guy!

Anyway - thank you for the ask!

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crazyk-imagine · 8 months ago

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Chapter X: Can't Start the Party if it Don't Start

Characters: Sulane “Sullie” Celeste, Jasner "Jas" Verbane, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, Hortense "Logan" Mitchell, Katie Knight, Mama Knight, Kelly Wainwright, Gustavo Rocque, Merceds, Jo Taylor, Camille Roberts

Warnings: Fluff, angst, James is an idiot, Jasner is a dork, Sulane has two guys that want to date her, drama continues, Jasner makes a move get shot down but then back in the game, the boys are dumb, Sulane is always there to save the day

Word Count: 3,289

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Sulane sits in her apartment, doing nothing and is enjoying it but- she takes a bite of her licorice, mumbling, “this feels like a trap.”

If only the universe hadn’t heard her and manifested a nuisance for her to deal with.

She doesn’t have to look to see who it was. “Hey, Jas. How was your night after your date?”

He slams the door shut. “I am never listening to you for dating advice again.”

“I didn’t tell you to date her.”

He furrows his brows, staring at her a face that was a mix of anger and confusion. “You’re the one that made the date happen.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “I did no such thing.”

“You did. You’re the one that practically threw me to that- she-demon.”

“Okay, I know she’s a lot at times but calling her a she-demon is a little much.”

“Whatever,” he pouts, crossing his arms. “I didn’t want my first date to go that way.”

“What was that?”

“I just- I thought when I had my first date it’d be with someone I liked, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d be going out with someone who I liked and was kind of like my friend first, kind of like you.”

She turns to look at him. “What?”

He shrugs, staring at her from the dining chair. “I thought I’d be dating you by now.”

The boys planned on grabbing Sulane before they left, effectively ruining her plans of hanging out by the pool so she could talk to the girls.

“Come on.” Carlos pulls her.

“We need your help,” Logan adds.

She tries to pull her arm out of their grip. “With what?”

They glance at one another.

“Something important,” the brainiac explains.

“It’s too early for this, I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

“Since when did you drank coffee?” The helmet lover asks.

“Since you guys got hired.”

“I feel like we should be offended,” Logan says.

She nods, “you should be.”

“That’s hurtful,” Kendall chimes in.

She rolls her eyes, “whatever. Take me where we’re supposed to be going. Let’s get this over with.”

“It’s gonna be fun,” says James.

“I don’t like the tone you used.”

“What tone? I didn’t have a tone.”

“There is some heavy mischief in there somewhere.”

“Ignore him. Onward,” Logan pushes her ahead of the others.

They turn the corner and stop as the boys smell the air.

The teen scrunched her nose, confused, and alarmed by their behavior. “What’s wrong with-”

“I smell party!” They take off, almost leaving her behind until James runs back and grabs her hand, hauling her with him.

“Oh, yeah.”

They wander into the studio, taking notice of the fancy party décor.

“What's going on?” Asks Kendall.

“Please tell us it's a party,” James and Carlos plead to Kelly and Gustavo.

“It is the Big-Time Rush party celebrating the making the making of your first album,” the more experienced assistant informs them.

“Oh, yeah. Was I supposed to be here?”

Kelly shakes her head.

The producer knows where this is going and knows he needs to stop them before they do something crazy. “No. You're not invited.”

That instantly drops their party mood. “What? Why?”

“One, it's a classy party for executives only. Two, I don't need dogs around playing with their food.”

“We don't play with food,” the leader and brainiac defend themselves.

“James and Carlos, turn around,” Kelly orders them.

The two turn around, using some of the good to make a monster face as they growl.

Sulane shakes her head. “Oh, lord.”

“I gotta get new friends,” Logan mutters, knowing these are the exact reasons why they aren’t allowed to the party. “I second that.”

“Wait, wait, wait. How can you have a Big-Time Rush party without Big-Time Rush?” Carlos asks.

“You'll be here in spirit, and in cut-out form,” Kelly tells them, using a nice tone. Hoping it’ll ease the heartache as she gestures to the bands cutout that was just brought in.

“Well, we're staying.”

Sulane’s head snaps over to look at Kendall. ��Uh,” she points to him, circling the four. “I hope you mean you guys because I did not agree to those terms and conditions.”

“Fine.” Guatavo doesn’t listen to her and focuses on the leader’s last comment.

The boys cross their arms, wanting to make it look like they don’t care. “Fine.”

The producer runs towards the decoy he brought in for them. “Fine! You can stay. But do not go in my super party fun box.”

“Please tell me- yeah, no. They did it.” She turns back to the adults. “Why am I left with the idiots?”

“Because the dogs listen to you more.”

“They really don’t.”

“I agree with Gustavo on this one.”

“Kelly! Not helping.”

The four push the other person in front of them, hoping to get out and get more air faster with less people in their way.

“I can't believe we fell for that,” Kendall comments.

“Oh, Yeah. Definitely didn’t see that one coming.”

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to.” She says before pulling out her English homework. “Now, go find someone else to disturb. I have homework to finish.”

- ah, ah, ah-ah, oh -

Mama Knight and Katie walk out from their room.

“Hey. I'm taking Katie on a day trip; we'll be back late.”

Katie’s face lights up. “We're going to Vegas.”

“You can’t play the slots,” Sulane chimes in, looking through her textbook for the page she needs.

“San Diego,” the young girls mom corrects her.

The girl lifts her hand, showing off the one thing they need in order to leave. “But I get to drive.”

“You’re not old enough.”

“What she said,” Mama Knight gestures to the teen girl sitting at the kitchen counter.

Kendall smiles. “Hey, mom, would you mind-”

She knows exactly where her son is going. “No parties. It's a Palmwoods rule. And if I get another strike, bitters kicks us out, remember?”

Sulane groans, knowing they’re all looking into the sky like a bunch of weirdos.

The boys grimace. “Right.”

Katie points to the marks, “but did he have to put them on our door?”

Kendall nods in agreement with his sister.

“Be good.”

The leader steps forward, kissing his mom on the cheek as a goodbye.

“I mean it.” She glances at the boys. “Make sure they’re good, please?”

The teen looks up from her homework, offering a small smile. “I will do my best, but I make no promises.”

“Keep them out and away from places they shouldn’t be, and I’ll be happy.”

“That I can agree to.”

“Bye kids.”

The five of them wave to her.

“We have to throw a party. We're teenagers. If we don't party, we could die,” James explains to his buddy.

Carlos raises his arms to get in the right mood. “Party, party!”

“We can't party at the Palmwoods. But there's nothing saying we can't have a "get-together.”

“Ooh,” Logan slides to stand beside Kendall to add, “or a social gathering.”

While the other two are chanting, “social gathering” Sulane looks up from her homework and nods in approval. “A loophole, very nice. Dare I say, I’m even a little proud.”

The leader points to them. “James, Carlos, you two transform 2-j into a cool club atmosphere. And get some snacks and sodies.”

The two pull the items out of thin air.

“That will forever amaze me. Seriously, where did those come from?”

“A magician never reveals his secret.”

She glares at James, “tell me.”

He smirks, knowing it’s going to annoy her. “No.”

“And we keep the guest list short, say, three people each, which is not a party, but a get-together,” Logan explains.

The duo dance around and chant, “Get-together! Get-together!”

“This is good, practice your story in case something happens.”

The brainiac stares at her with a concerned expression.

“And I'm gonna go down to the pool right now and invite Jo, 'cause I kind of got a thing for her.” Kendall turns around, close to exiting the apartment when he turns around to Sulane. “And you should invite Jasner. I feel like we haven’t hung out as much with him. Plus, he knows all the best sweet spots and can help us out.”

She grimaces and stares at her essay. “We’re kind of in another fight and I don’t think a party will help us.”

He nods before eyeing Logan, who nods, knowing what he needs to do.

Graffiti walls billboards lighting up the block every one of us on a mission oh, yeah got a whole crew by my side cars beep beep when they pass us by we ready to get down to business at the club open the door all the girls scream "there they are" it's packed from wall to wall and everybody is calling

She ignores the duo and writes the last word of her essay before slamming her book shut, taking in the new layout. “Yeah, I’m not staying for,” she waves her hand around. “Whatever this is.”

Logan stops her.

The leader raises a brow at their attire, “guys, it's just a small gathering get-together.”

“Dude. We're not in Minnesota anymore. This is the big leagues,” James informs him and Logan.

As she re-reads part of her essay, barely listening, it’s more than enough for her to roll her eyes.

Carlos chimes in, adding to his buddy’s thoughts. “Our big-time Hollywood party crew starts tonight. We start small,” he and James pinch their fingers together. “But you start hot.” They press their fingers together, hissing.

“And before you know it, we'll be known as the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood,” the pretty boy adds before the two of them hollar.

“Whoo, whoo!”

The brainiac grimaces, “you said Hollywood twice.”

“You bet I did.”

The doorbell rings and the two run to the door.

“Go, go, go.”

“Welcome to the get-together.”

“Snacks to the left. Dance floor is straight ahead, and good times all around,” his partner in crime adds.

Jasner lets out an excited shout as he makes his way down the slide. “Hey guys.”

The leader and brainiac nod, happy he got their invite.

He makes his way over to the blonde.

James and Carlos do a handshake, “Nice!”

They make their way around Camille and Jo.

“Hey, where's Logan?”

The party animals direct her to one corner of their apartment.

“And you can find Kendall,” Jo stares at them. “Thataway.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re doing homework at a party?”

“No,” she closes her notebook. “I finished it before, now I can leave and not be a part of this.”

Sulane whines, “ow! Carlos.”

He and Janser help the poor girl off the ground.

The not-so-subtle dancer sheepishly smiles and offers his apologies.

"Can we put this morning behind us?"

The teen lifts her head, gulping as her nerves are at an all high. "I- I think that'd be good."

The two grab their drinks and make their way to the couple.

“Kendall, Jo, here’s a drink,” Jasner hands it to them.

“Thanks guys,” the girl says.

“You do realize that you’re going to be kicked out of here. This is basically a party and not the small get together you all wanted it to be.”

Kendall shrugs off Sulane’s warnings. “No, we’ll be fine.”

“Hey,” Gustavo slides over to Kelly. “We got to liven this party up before Fujizaki literally dies of boredom.”

They stand on edge, watching as the man takes a deep breath.

“His eyes are open. Oh, he's alive. Move it!”

Kelly pulls out her phone and texts the one person she knows who can help in more ways than one.

The teen pulls out her phone, responding to her mother.

Jasner, who’s a nosy person, looks over her shoulder. “What’cha doin’?”

“Kelly needs help with their party.”

Kendall spits out his drink and she fights to hide her amusement, already knowing Jo doesn’t like hockey.

The duo’s heads snap up when they hear Carlos and James screaming. “It’s happened.”

“What are we going to do?”

Sulane’s eyes widen as more people pile in, “I don’t know.” She pushes herself up when everyone shuffles to their area, pulling Jasner and Kendall along with her. “I told you this would happen.”

“Maybe you were right.” “Kendall!” “Okay, you were right.”

“Who invited all of these people?” The leader asks.

The pretty boy shakes his head, shrugging, “I don't know. I only invited the three hottest girls in my phone.”

The helmet lover nods, chiming in, “and I couldn't decide, so I texted the first three people in my phone. Abigail Aaron, Andrea Adams, and Al contacts.”

Sulane snatches the phone and the two glance over her shoulders.

“It says "all contacts.” James grabs it from her. “You invited your whole phone?”

Another crowd of people came in.

“Oh, this is bad.”

The teen gasps, “no! You’re kidding.”

Kendall states the obvious. “This was supposed to be a small gathering, and now it's an uncontrollable party that gets us kicked out of the Palmwoods.”

“Opa!”

“Sergei, you made it.”

“Opa!”

The three glances at one another, confused about the people Carlos knows.

James isn’t as curious, if anything he’s more entertained.

The leader stares at the acrobats, more confused than anything. “Hey! You have Russian acrobats in your contact list?”

“I'm a people person.”

“That’s a vague explanation. I’m going to need more.”

The male blond shoves her away from him and Carlos. “Emergency party plan. I'm gonna go get my date, who doesn't like hockey-”

The two hosts spit out their drinks.

“I know, right? And go downstairs, keep an eye on bitters so we don't get our third strike, while you guys get rid this party.”

“Right. On it.” James puts a hand out, stopping the shorter boy from moving further. “We can't stop a party this good.”

The blonde scoffs, staring at the two as if they’ve gone insane.

“We won't be party kings. We'll be party killers.”

“Who cares? Do you want to party or be homeless?”

They don’t answer.

Jasner tugs on her shirt, “come on, we should go help Kendall. We’ll be useless trying to get the party animals to corporate.”

James glances back at her, pouting at her comment. He catches the boys’ eyes, turning away to shake his head and mingle with the newcomers.

The pretty boy decides it’s time to end the party and not just because of her comment. “Teenagers should not have to make decisions like this.”

Before either he or Carlos could spring into action to stop the party, Logan stops in front of them.

“I've got a huge problem. There are two girls at this party who are in love with me.”

“Got it,” James says. “Now, what's the problem?”

“Dude, two girls have a crush on you at the same time. This is not a problem. This is the best party of your life.”

They both tell him, “Think about it.”

The brainiac closes his eyes and goes into his dream land.

Sulane finds herself back in front of the three. She turns and finds Logan playing a pretend game of tug of war and he’s the rope. “Is he good?”

“I think I see what you mean.”

They shake their heads, disagreeing with their friend’s logic. “I don't think you do.”

She nods, “great, now they’re all losing their minds.”

James searches for the blonde, knowing she can help better than anyone. He grabs her before they could get sucked into a dancing tunnel. “Sullie, Bitters is on his way, and we need help.”

She narrows her eyes at him, “now you want my help.”

He sticks his bottom lip out. “I mean, if we could get everyone to move out of the room-”

“Done!”

“Wait-” she tries to grab him before he could dance off into the crowd.

Kendall stops in front of the “party kings”. “I told you to get rid of everybody.”

The pretty boy shakes his head. “No, you said to get everybody out of the apartment.”

“And we did,” Carlos blows a party horn.

Sulane wanders over towards Camille and Mercedes. “Are you two at least having fun?”

“Did you know Logan was trying to date the both of us?”

Her eyes widen, “you’re joking, even he’s smart enough not to do that.”

Their expressions say otherwise.

“Okay, maybe not. What’s your plan?”

“Throw him in the pool,” Mercedes answers.

She shrugs, “cool. I’ll help.”

They smile.

"Only if you stop dating the boys including Jas."

Mercedes notices the look in her eyes and nods. "Deal."

Sulane stands off to the side, knowing this is not going to end well.

She pulls out her phone, calling Kelly. “Hey, Kelly. How’s the party?”

“Boring. Wait- why do you sound like you’re at a club.”

“The boys threw a party and I know Gustavo threw a boring fancy, bring your guests over and uh- I might need you to do a little sweet talking with the manager.”

“Why?”

“The boys have two strikes against them and could potentially get kicked out if he finds it.”

“You’re staying at the studio with me this week.”

“Deal, I’ll do some extra work.”

She smiles, loving how caring the teen has become. “You really care about them, don’t you?”

“No time to talk, bring them over. Bye!”

She turns to her boss. “I just found out where there’s a really awesome party.”

“So did I.”

“Palmwoods?”

He nods. “Palmwoods.”

Jasner finds the teen sitting on one of the lounging chairs and hands her a smoothie.

“I was wondering where you ran off to,” she smiles.

“I was going to get milady a refreshing beverage and some treats.” He shakes the bag.

She furrows her brows, “what do you have?”

“I come bearing a peace offering.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, “I feel like things have been weird since this morning and I want to make it up to you.”

Her lips twitch. “Jas, you didn’t have- is that licorice?”

“Can’t have a party without a few party favors.”

“Okay, best party favor ever.”

He chuckles, “good because that’s for you and the cupcakes are mine.”

“Raspberry?”

“What other flavor would I have?”

She rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink. “You have to give me your smoothie guys number.”

“If I did that, when would you call me?”

“I’ll always call you.”

He stares at her. “Yeah?”

She turns, the smile never falling from her lips, thinking back to his comment from this morning. “Yeah, I’d say you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

“I’m terrified.”

They chuckle and continue enjoying themselves.

You want to be famous, famous you want to be the one who's living the life you want to be famous

“Well, it's official,” James starts.

“We're the Hollywood super party kings of Hollywood,” Carlos finishes.

“Whoo-hoo! Get it, get it!” They cheer not noticing the two teens sitting close to one another until they’re set back on their feet.

James looks around, trying to find where she went so, they can enjoy the party together, giving him a chance to apologize.

Jo taps Kendall’s shoulder when she notices the pretty boys’ shoulders deflate.

The leader turns, following the direction where she’s pointing and sighs.

He and the other boys know how he’s always felt about her, but they also know he let her go so she could be happy. He catches Logan and Carlos’ eyes, all nodding at the same time.

They need to decide to come up with a plan to keep James happy (and make sure he doesn’t say anything he shouldn’t to Sulane or Jasner about their potential relationship).

Previously: Chapter IX // Continue: Chapter XI

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roman-roy-apologist · 2 years ago

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WAIT IM SORRY WHY DO YOU THINK ROMAN'S GOING TO KILL HIMSELF NEXT EPISODE??? HAVE I MISSED SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE OBVIOUS DOWNWARD SPIRAL?

ok so im gonna take this as an excuse to explain my theory for the ending as well because it totally ties into this.

roman has been talking about death a lot. when he yells at mattson he tells him “i’m dead i’m gone it’s over for me” and when kendall talks about life he corrects it to “yeah death”

he definitely hasn’t pre-grieved (obviously) but i do believe he is somewhat numb to his grief, exchanging sadness for anger. firing gerri, freaking out at mattson. he doesn’t know how to control his anger and he’s using it as a shield. his connection to mencken politically is his last tie to his father, his last chance to do what logan wanted and gain his affection even though logically he can’t. when mencken loses (because connor won’t drop out) he will hit the bottom of his spiral because the last connection to his father is gone and he has nothing and no one else.

i think that kendall, shiv and roman are going to mirror logan, ewan and rose. firstly, kendall: (1) his middle name is logan and his full name is kendall logan roy, initials spelling out KLR, or a short form of killer which is what logan was and wanted his children to be. (2) he is cutting out shiv and roman, like logan did to ewan and presumably rose. (3) his narcissism and lies to shareholders are very similar to what logan had done in previous seasons and, unpopular opinion i don’t think that it will “backfire” in the obvious way. i think that kendall will become sole ceo, but be completely alone in the end. no family, no friends, with an ex-wife and children who hate him. secondly, shiv will mirror ewan. (1) she will “escape” the company but still be trapped in a toxic marriage with tom (i don’t think her and tom will actually divorce/separate but that’s a whole other post). (2) her political stances align most with ewan. this seems like a surface level observation but under further observation it’s important to both characters. shiv is the only one with a strong moral objection to atn and tries to act on it, like ewan. lastly, roman mirrors rose. (1) his name of course, is quite similar especially considering his nickname is “rome” which is one letter away rose. (2) logan was the cause (in his own eyes) of rose’s death, and kendall will be the “cause” in part of romans (probable) death (in his eyes) by shutting him out, and (like logan) kendall will blame himself for roman’s death even if it isn’t his fault. i really don’t know what will happen to connor in this scenario but my guess is that after he loses the election he will be completely forgotten about by his siblings, again mirroring logan’s behaviour.

#succession #roman roy #tw suicide #shiv roy #kendall roy #connor roy #logan roy #ewan roy #rose roy #hbo succession #succession hbo #suck session #oh the romanity #asks #anon

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laneofpennies · 2 years ago

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Have a safe trip!!!

Let's talk blorbos. Give me some songs that make you think of them (any blorbo, I want music)

Thank you!!!

I’ll rattle off a couple songs from Midnights and what blorbos they remind me of,

Paris is sooooo Nygmobblepotcore to me. Gotham girlies will understand. And I specifically mean that small period of time from when Oswald hired Ed to right before he met Isabella. Like. Your ex friend (Theo Galavan)’s sister (Tabitha) saw someone at a club and he (Butch) kissed her. Turns out it was that guy you hooked up with ages ago, some wannabe Z-Lister. Y’all see my vision?

Vigilante Shit popped up on my shuffle last night after i rewatched Glass Onion and bro……. It’s so Helen. Right off the bat about “Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie. They say looks can kill and I might try.” She is dressing for REVENGE, bitch. And for that matter, Karma is LITERALLY Andi. Spider-Boy King of Thieves a.k.a. Miles Bron.

High Infidelity reminds me of Tom and Shiv from Succession for reasons that I hope are obvious because if I start explaining it I’m just gonna go insane over these rich assholes on main and I can’t do that again. Also Kendall def cries when he hears Anti-Hero.

Dear Reader is very much Daniel from IWTV. I haven’t finished the season yet considering I’ve been getting ready for this new job but so far BRO ITS A TRAP

And finally I made a meme about The Substitute kinning Mastermind and I think it’s v funny. They are forever connected in my mind now.

#ty for the ask!

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Comfort prompts with sick au “it’s okay, deep breaths. that’s it, in and out” Our baby Nat has a panic attack 🥺

poor baby angel Nat </333😔💔

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“Nat, can you look at me?” Gia asked, kneeling to her level outside of Synthia’s hospital room.

“Noni! I wanna go see dada!” She whined petulantly.

Gia sighed. “I know, baby, I know. You will, but I wanted to warn you that it isn’t like the other times dada was in the hospital. Dada is very very sleepy, he won’t be able to talk to you much.”

This time around, Synthia had been admitted with a nasty respiratory infection, something healthy people would be able to beat at home with some antibiotics and maybe a breathing treatment or two, but Synthia’s illness had made it so much worse. By the time Kendall and Gia had convinced him to go to the hospital, his fever was so high and his chest was rattling whenever he took a wheezy breath.

“I just wanna see him, please,” she begged, peeking behind Gia’s legs.

“Okay, baby, just be very gentle and quiet.”

Gia led her inside by the hand, Kendall greeting them both with a hug, moving so that Synthia came into their view. Gia had been at the hospital all week while Natalie was at school, so they weren’t surprised but Natalie audibly gasped seeing Synthia with the oxygen mask, sleeping deeper than they’d thought possible.

“Dada?” She whimpered, stepping forward and poking his hand.

When he gave no response, no inkling that he’d even been aware of her presence, she turned on her heel and ran from the room and down the hallway.

“Fuck,” Kendall and Gia muttered in unison, leaving the room after her.

“Natalie?” Gia called down the hallway she’d disappeared down. “She couldn’t have gotten far.”

“Yeah, but she’s a great hider. Remember that time we couldn’t find her for two hours playing hide and seek?”

"Of course I remember, Synthia cried the entire time thinking that she ran away."

Just as they finished speaking, they heard a soft cry coming from a nearby supply closet. Breathing with relief, they hurried to the closet and swung the door open to find Natalie curled up in the fetal position and hyperventilating.

“Oh, Nat,” Kendall cooed, sitting on the floor beside her, wrapping her small body in his arms. “Can you breathe with me, baby? Deep breaths, daddy and noni are here, everything’s gonna be alright.”

Gia sat beside them, rubbing her back in tight, slow circles just like she always liked when she was upset.

“W-why is dada like that?” She sobbed, grasping onto Gia’s hoodie.

“Sleep helps him feel better right now, baby.”

Even with promises Synthia was getting better, she still continued to hyperventilate, so much so that they were so worried she'd make herself sick.

" It's okay, deep breaths. That's it, in and out," Kendall soothed, having coached Synthia through panic attacks so many times before. Even though she’s Kendall's biological family member, she and Synthia are like two peas in a pod, so similar in so many ways, if she didn’t have the curls and the deep brown eyes to show for it, people would assume she was biologically related to Synthia.

They stayed there on the closet floor for as long as it took for her breathing to regulate, letting her cry it out onto their hoodies until all that was left in here was tired sniffles.

“I’m sorry I ran away,” she said quietly, a flush of embarrassment gracing her cheeks.

“We aren’t upset with you for that. We understand how hard it is to see dada like that, we love him just as much as you do, we were just worried you weren’t safe,” Kendall explained calmly, wiping a stray tear away from her cheek.

Her eyes welled up again. “I know, but why wouldn’t dada even look at me? Why is he so sick?”

They wished they had an answer, but none of them did. Synthia had taken care of himself his whole life, eating well and exercising, he didn’t party any more than the average person, so why did he end up as ill as he is? None of it seemed fair, even the adults could recognize that so no one faulted Natalie for feeling that way as she was only 6.

“We don’t know, baby,” Kendall sighed, “but doctors and medicine are helping him feel a lot better.”

“Can I go back and see him? I promise I won’t run away this time.”

Gia and Kendall shared a look and a subtle nod, helping her up from the floor, Kendall lifting her into his arms. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her tight just to make her giggle.

Kendall carried her all the way back to the room, not setting her down until she started to wiggle when they got inside. They could tell she hesitated as she approached Synthia, even more so as she reached for his hand.

“Hi dada,” she said quietly.

And for the first time in days, Synthia spoke, wheezy and quiet but he spoke. “Hi baby.”

#prompt request #sick verse

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laurenlavianafamer112a · 1 month ago

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Blog Post #2

“The Abandon,” a short film written and directed by Keith Josef Adkins, takes a hard look at the nature of Black male friendships. In the film, a group of five friends (though, really four because one friend dies in the opening scene) are taking their annual weekend trip away from significant others, jobs, and the “real” world when, deep in the woods in the middle of nowhere, something terrible starts happening. Bright lights are hovering over cities and people are disappearing. In the final frame, we see one of the friends (the first of them to die), open his eyes again—they are black, he seems inhuman, perhaps a zombie.

With the basic plot explained, though, what is fascinating about this film is its thematic exploration of betrayal and loyalty within a friend group, specifically a Black and male friend group. These are men, all of them lawyers in fact, who have clearly been friends for a long time; they know all about each other's lives, jobs (or lack thereof), their breakups and living situations. And, in the opening scenes in the car, it becomes clear that their sense of friendship is rooted in constructs of traditional masculinity. For instance, the friends mock Kendall not just because he brought his cell phone along, breaching their agreement to leave cell phones behind, but because he is using his phone to keep in contact with his ex-wife. His refusal to give up contact with her is like a breach of the boys’ code, a breach of loyalty to the friend group. They mock each other by calling each other “ladies,” and Kendall makes a joke at another friend’s expense implying that friend is gay. There is very clear undertones of sexism and homophobia in this scene, and it brings up something scholars have found to be true as well, for instance Shanette M. Harris argued that “African American friendship patterns,” specifically male friendship patterns, “may also differ in a manner consistent with a culturally distinct standard of masculinity” (Harris, 1992, p. 74). This is very true of the friend group we see in the short film whose friendship seems grounded in traditional constructs of masculinity, sometimes rather toxic ones too.

But there is another layer to discuss here because, ultimately this is not a film about friends or loyalty. It is a film about betrayal. It is about the limits of friendship and the boundaries where loyalty ends. Friends or not, there are clearly cracks in the friend group, tension, conflict, even from the very first scene where they get in a fight over whether police harassment of Black men matters; but that tension and conflict heightens when we learn that Dennis had sex with Kendall’s ex-wife, in fact that might be part of why they broke up. The friends do not know one another as well as they think they do, and when things get emotional, Craig tells Dennis: “We’re out here in the middle of nowhere being chased by God knows what and that ALL we’re gonna think on right now.” No talk of emotions or feelings, no airing grievances, just focus on the here and now. Which seems like a good idea given the situation they were in, but nevertheless this too presents an interesting connection to the research. Overall, researchers have found that “men’s same-sex friendships are less intimate and supportive than women’s,” in fact this is a “robust and widely documented” phenomenon (Bank & Hansford, 2000, p. 63). Another study by Samter et al. found that emotional support was not as important in same-sex friendships among African Americans (men and women) compared to same-sex friendships among white or Asian American friends (Samter et al., 1997, p. 426, 427). The film mirrors these research findings, and the research supports the film’s motifs.

Okay, but what do zombies have to do with any of this? Well, consider that after Kendall leaves Dennis (the last remaining living friend) in the abandoned house, and Kendal flees on his own-he isn’t really alone at all. There IS a friend left alive, I forget his name, the first friend to arrive alone, separate from the other four friends, and also the first to die. He is still alive. So, when a truly terrible event happens in life, friends either disappear or they’ll actually try to hurt you (as the zombie friend is likely going to do). This film is asking Black men out there – Do you really know your friends, do you trust them, and can they trust you in turn? These are questions all of us should ask ourselves, whether we Black or male or not. And the answers might not be the ones we’d like them to be.

References

Bank, B. J., & Hansford, S. L. (2000). Gender and friendship: Why are men's best same‐sex friendships less intimate and supportive? Personal Relationships, 7(1), 63-78.

Harris, S. M. (1992). Black male masculinity and same-sex friendships. The Western Journal of Black Studies, 16(2), 74-81.

Samter, W., Whaley, B. B., Mortenson, S. T., & Burleson, B. R. (1997). Ethnicity and emotional support in same‐sex friendship: A comparison of Asian‐Americans, African Americans, and Euro‐Americans. Personal Relationships, 4(4), 413-430.

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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

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Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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cauldronofmorning · 2 years ago

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The titular Problem Dog scene has got me thinking again about S4 Kendall and Shiv arguing about whether he should take responsibility for the waiter's death or just let it go, and him getting increasingly upset like, "why should I get to just get away with it? Those guys running Cruises, should they get to be all fine with what they did? Like it doesn't matter who they hurt or fucked up for life? What about his family, or the victims, should they just get over it? Or are we saying fuck 'em, cos they're not real, so we can just do whatever the hell we want and not give a shit?"

And Shiv is like, "Jesus Christ, you are not the same as fucking serial rapists. How do I even need to explain that to you? I mean, sure, you did a shitty thing, but who does it help for you to be killing yourself over it every waking moment? No one's gonna give you a reward or say you're a good person for paying for your sins the best. Just, I don't know, don't do it again or whatever."

And then he lashes out like, "so you don't feel ashamed of anything you've done? You're above that?" And he's clearly egging her on to hit him back and say something cruel, but she refuses to take the bait and is like, "this has nothing to do with me", and she ends it.

Thank you for the little fic in my inbox ❤️ something about how Gilligould and Jesse Armstrong both have this moral for their dark prestige dramas that self destruction is a waste of time actually, and thinking you’re just evil is used as an excuse, you do have to change your behaviour and be decent that way.

#breaking bad #succession #shiv roy #kendall roy

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stewyhosseini-bf · 2 years ago

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ah fuck let's try again - 1-2, 8, 16, 22-25, 31? hehe

ohh okay let's go let's go !!

1. favorite pairing (that could actually work if they got their shit together)

easy. kenstewy but idk if it counts bc well as we all know. they have been boyfriends in the PAST. but i guess work again now, them!!

2. favorite pairing (cringe fail edition)

easy, tomshiv. no one does cringefail marriage like them, truly truly. i think about them. often and much. and they mean a lot to me actually

8. how do you think the show will end?

really hard one !!! well for one, Logan has to die by the end or else the show can't end. OR they all cut him off but that won't happen. any other way they are still going to be influenced by him and the show can't end.. I truly don't see any roy sibling becoming CEO, or at least not become CEO and be happy... it's so hard honestly I think about it a lot bc i have no idea! Jesse Armstrong is gonna come up w something insane that i could only dream about!

16. logan moment that made you the most homicidal

s 1-3 of succession tbh i can't pin it down further than that i think

22. favorite literary allusions or intertexts

I think the crime & punishment and Kendall s2 parallels are VERY interesting to uncover and think about ! love the nero sporus stuff too, they were insane for that...

23. least favorite thing about the show (hard mode: not comfrey)

that they sidelined Jess in s3 and instead gave comfrey such a big role (is this cheating idk. but it pisses me off). if jess is not more prominant in s4 i'm gonna be pissed.

24. dream guest star

easy. Andrew Garfield as one of Kendall & Stewy's college friends who one or both of them might or might not have had a thing with

25. favorite performance (can split into lead, supporting, and guest if you want to be a coward about it)

ok i'll be a coward but even like this it's fucking HARD to choose but if i HAVE to.: Jeremy Strong as Kendall. sorry for being basic...

supporting Arian Moayed as Stewy immediately comes to mind the way he can make me care this much about a character with MAYBE. like 60 minutes of screentime in the whole show is insane. but also right now actually wanna give Alan Ruck props he's actually so fucking good in that role. idk, very hard to pick!!

guest maybe Cherry Jones as Nan... that woman is real to me, that's just a real person idk how to explain that but yeah.. very good!

31. sexuality headcanons

I've extensively talked about my queer kendall hc or like what I deem some .. if not proof then examples of allusion to that in canon, so there's that! also gerri to me is bi and has been since she said the 'i have a sexual affair with your mother and she talks in her sleep' to Tom, idk.. ! it's kinda hard cause they put in a lot of stuff about so many characters where it's like .. would this even be considered a total headcanon still if there is actual stuff you can point to in canon idk... shiv being bi probably is another big one..

#for the last one like. mentioning tom or roman like doesn't even make sense that's just fully in the text but also kendall to me is like #very real and part of the text as well but then i don't actually know .. like it might just be and my ragtag group of queer ken truthers #that think so #so idk!#also the actor one is so hard..... what about sarah snook she's insane in that role. what about kieran culkin ! what about #j smith cameron... what about mattmac........#thank you this was a lot of fun to answer!!! <33 i love doing these #ask game #long post

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hwrryscherry · 4 years ago

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The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together.

NOT MY GIF

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N do their first ever interview together on the Late Late Show with James Corden and they play "Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts".

word count: 2.12K

I loved this concept SO much!!! And I really hope you guys like it too. Thank you anon for requesting this😍😍😍

The Late Late Show with James Corden producers called you and Harry trying to book you both to be on the show and to an interview together. You have to admit it that you got nervous; of course you had been through tons of interviews before but to do a double interview with Harry is a whole new level. You both are really private about your relationship and it's kinda rare to actually see one of you talking details of it, and it also had something to do about the larries fans. You were really concerned about them, you never want to disrespect them or even upset them in some way, even though some of them made fun of your relationship, they're still Harry's fans and you respect all of his fans without exception. But anyway, after a lot of talking between your management and between both of you too, you agreed to go and also felt a lot more comfortable because it was going to be with James, that was already friends of you guys.

It was set up that you both will be playing a game in the show called ''Spill your guts or fill your guts'', which actually worried you a little because of the hard questions but besides that, you were really calm, Harry made you calm. He was so great at calming you, I think it's the fact that those past 2 years you both had been through ups and downs and you got quite great at calming each other. And by the way, your man looked SO nice! You were kinda matching actually, as you both were wearing grey. You were in a grey suit and Harry had a grey sweater on looking stunning.

James called both of you on stage and you entered smiling and waving to the crowd as yoi walked towards James's direction. Harry gave him a big hug and you followed by hugging James as well. You both sat in the couch besides James's desk as the crowd got more silenced.

— It's so great to have you here! — James said to you both as he sat down on his chair — Honestly, I really thought you wouldn't accept!

— Oh, Y/N didn't want to! — Harry said quickly making you give him a slightly slap on his arm — Sorry, we had to discuss it! — Harry corrected himself making the crowd and James laugh.

— I never said I didn't want to! I said WE HAD to discuss it! — You corrected him making an emphasis on the ''we had''.

— Alright that's acceptable! Anyway — James looked at the papers on his hand and then back at you — How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven't seen you both in months because you always disappear!

— We've been good! — Harry said while playing with his rings in his hand. You crossed your legs as James stared at you. You couldn't help but start laughing a little because he was fixedly looking at you at that made you a little nervous!

— Yeah, we're pretty good! It's been a nice year! — You answered honestly — And we don't disappear! We just... I mean, I feel like there are times when we actually kinda get away from the world a bit. I truly don't know why. We just focus on spending some quality time together as a couple because we both work so much and we spend a lot of time traveling so it's something really important to keep the relationship stable. And we do it specially in the begging of the year, because that's when we celebrate our anniversary, so I guess it's just a habit that we have to disconnect and enjoy our time together so we can just focus on us and what we expect from the relationship on the following year. And it's the best time to do it because the holidays just happened and he have a little no work time to really be just us.

— Oh right! And how long have you been together by the way? — James asked, he actually knew the answer of that because you're all pretty great friends and you and Harry actually hangs out a lot with James and his wife.

— It's been two years now! — You answered.

— Yeah, it's been a bit now! — Harry completed.

— Oh so, you both weren't dating on the VS Show 2017? Because there were a lot of rumors by the end of the show! — James asked.

— We were not! We actually met at the VS, we took a long time to actually start dating, we started dating in early january 2018, I guess — Harry answered as he slided his hand on his perfectly styled hair.

— Oh, I see... And do you guys plan the future? — James asked making you and Harry exchange looks while smiling at each other — Oh, I like that look... Marriage? Kids? We ALL want to know!

— I mean... yeah! It's almost impossible to be this long in a relationship and not plan it! — Harry said — And I feel like we enjoy a lot of the time we spent together, it's been quite a journey and it's nice to have someone that you really care about and you want to have a future with by your side at some of the most important moments of your life, but I think we both agree that we still have a lot of things to experience before taking this step, you know, the marriage step. But yeah, I can't wait for a time when this is going to be a thing for us! I'd marry her in a heart beat and she knows it! — Harry said. He looked focused while talking but as soon as he felt your gaze towards him, he blushed and started smiling like a little boy who just got his favorite candy.

— So, you won't pop the question anytime soon? — James asked teasing Harry about his reaction over your gaze. As James were close friends with you guys, he knew how much you loved each other and actually everyone could see how Harry kisses the floor you walk by. He is head over heels for you and he melted anytime your hand touched him and anytime you smiled or even looked at him. Everyone who was close to you guys would know that you're the one for him and he's the one for him.

— I mean... — Harry had a cheeky smile on his lips — Who knows.. The year is just starting, 2020 it's a new year!

— And what's your thoughts on that, Y/N? — James asked looking at your blushed and smiley face.

— I agree with whatever he said! I was actually too distracted admiring his beauty to hear what he said. — You joked making Harry blush even more. You were head over heels about his man and this man only, totally in love with him.

— Alright so, on the next block we'll "Spill your guts or fill your guts'' where you'll see Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N answering the most crazy questions! We'll be right back! — James said to the camera that stopped filming immediately. You both stand up and walked with James to the other spot in the stage where the game was set up. It was a big rounded table with some of the most disgusting things you've ever saw and smelled. Apparently James wasn't going to play with both of you, but you could also see there was bull penis, cod sperm, chocolate cockroaches, hot sauce, 1.000 year old eggnod and banana smoothie in the table. But anyway, you just chatted with Harry and James until it was time to start shooting again.

— So, we're back, and we're about to start playing ''Spill your guts or fill your guts''. — Harry said as the camera started filming again — And apparently, I'm going to host this part, unless you want to? — Harry asked looking at you across the table.

— No, you can do it! — You answered as you sat straight in the chair looking at the things in the table — I'm nervous I've never done this before.

— Oh yeah, you've never done it! Well that's exciting! — Harry said before letting a small evil laugh leave his lips making you laugh as well and roll your eyes — Ladies first! — Harry said and you took a deep breath before taking a paper card in your hands. — So what am I eating? — Harry said as you both looked to the table.

— I guess...hum.. you can stay with the hot sauce! — You said cheeky smiling at him spinning the table to put the hot sauce in front of him.

— You know how much I hate hot sauce! — Harry said frustated while looking at the sauce.

— I know! — You said right before you whispered a low ''oh god'' before reading the paper — I love this! — You said laughing a little — Alright, Harry explain to the world the meaning of ''Watermelon Sugar'' — You said laughing as you watched Harry's face goes red when he listens to what you asked.

— Well... — He took a deep breath before laughing a little. He's face went completly red as he thought of explaining it — I guess it's about, hum.. Giving pleasure...to your significant other...hm.. by eating a watermelon! — He said pausing a little containing his laugh. Of course everyone knew the real meaning of Watermelon Sugar but neither of you had ever actually defined it with the exact words about the meaning.

— Alright! That was good!...Very convincing! — You looked at him with a slightly mocking expression as you saw Harry trying to decide on what he's gonna make you try.

— Let's go with the banana smoothie! — Harry said with a huge malicious smile on his lips.

— No fucking way! — You said immediately. Harry knew how much you hated banana, actually you'd rather die than eating a banana, so he just laughs — Harry...

— It's a game! You gave me the hot sauce, I'll give you the banana smoothie! — He said and you tried your best to do your pity face, even with the doggy eyes basically begging for him to chose everything else except the banana smoothie. — Alright, alright — Harry sighed making you smile as he now changed the banana smoothie to the bull penis. It was bad, but way better than banana. Harry got a paper card and laughed a little when he read what was written — You're one of the most notable supermodels on your generation and also are friends with some of the greatest models from your time. Rate Kendall, Gigi and Bella to best to the worst catwalks.

— Oh god! — You covered your face with your hands making Harry laughs out loud. You looked at the bull penis quietly and then at Harry again — I feel like I could answer, right?

— I feel like I could answer! — Harry completed putting an emphasis on the ''I could'' making you laugh and then slide your right hand through your hair.

— We've talked about this before, I know, but it was a healthy gossip between a couple... — You said staring at Harry's face thinking — I'd say... — You started but then stopped as the crowd cheered a bit.

— Just eat the penis! — Harry says quickly after letting out a long breath and making you laugh a little by the controversing of the words of your easily jealous boyfriend.

— If I might say, I'm very surprised you're asking me to eat another penis! — You answered quickly seeing Harry's eyes widen at you as he had a big smile on his face.

— I mean, it's just bull penis! — He said and you just agreed looking at the penis again — I mean, I could help you answer this.. Blink twice if the worst one is...

— I'M EATING THE PENIS! — You shouted getting one of them in your hand and just throwing it in your mouth chewing it slowing with a very ugly face because you knew Harry would actually say it, he can be the next gossip girl. — This is disgusting! This is probably the worst thing I've ever putted on my mouth.

— That's funny I thought you liked a penis in your mouth! — Harry said lowly making you literally choke and spit the bull penis in the small bucket you had in your hand and then drinking water as you tried to contain your laugh — But I mean, how much horrible things have you ever put on your mouth, right?

— That's not the point! Focus on the game! — You said as you looked through the rest of the things in the table — As I ate the penis, I'll give you the cod sperm so we can match later. — You said positioning the cod sperm in front of him — Actually, how did they got the sperm out of the cod? — You asked and Harry laugh looking at it as he said he had no idea. You picked another paper card and let out a loud laugh — I LOVE this game! Between Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn, rank their solo careers to best to... — You laugh at the exact moment Harry covered his forehead with his head. He got the napkin beside him and wrapped it around his neck, then he got the fork with the cod sperm and stared at it quietly.

— Just put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't look at it! — You said innocently making the crowd laugh and Harry to look at you with a mocking expression while trying to contain his smile.

— Right, because ''don't look at it, just swallow'' fixes everything. What are you gonna tell me now? Should I spit or should I swallow? — Harry joked making you laugh realizing what you actually said.

— I mean, I'd swallow it! — You said joking back while holding back your laugh. Even though you were actually shy, you and Harry were used to always making sexual jokes so it was normal to you, and very funny too as you'd do it all the time. But Harry did as you said and threw it in his mouth, but he spit on the bucket beside him. It was your time again and he chose the chocolate Cockroaches and read the last question.

— Who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs? — Harry asked making you smile thinking if you should tell it or not even though you knew exactly who it was and so did Harry. You'd always tell each other when someone flirted with you because this helped a lot to deal with all the being extremaly jealous story — WHO IS HE? — Harry joked making you let out a laugh.

— I mean.. I'd say you, for sure! I was really surprised! — You said making him smile because even though he knew you were very excited when he answered your DM, he was definetly not the most surprising celeb to slide into your DMS but he accepted the answer either way.

— Alright, this was fun! — Harry said finishing the game and then the camera came back to James and the new guest of the show.

You and Harry left the studio of The Late Late Show in NYC and grabbed dinner at a french restaurant in the city exactly like you both said you'd do in the end of the night. In the restaurant, you basically talked about the game and how fun it was to do this together and how much you loved going through new experiences together and how much you wanted to see what the future will bring to both of you, because even though the future was uncertain, you both had 100% of certain you wanted to spend it together.

#hwrryscherry #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #harry x reader #HARRYxMODELY/N

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princessfbi · 4 years ago

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#It’s the way that I can dissect this scene and the argument we don’t see but hear when Chimney leaves for hours

..... those tags tho, I’d happily read that dissection 👉🏻👈🏻

Oh man! I am more than happy to oblige.

SO... In order to talk about Buck and Maddie's fight during "Merry Ex-Mas" we have to talk about some people we don't like. Namely, Margaret Buckley and Doug Kendall.

Particularly about how Margaret essentially made Maddie into a mother figure for Buck and Doug point out to Maddie that she is in fact, his sister and not his parent.

Margaret and Philip, whether unintentionally or not, relied on Maddie to take care of Buck. They let her handle him; be his parent. A fine example is in Buck Begins after he fell off the bike. Buck calls out for his mother and she goes to him only to pull back when she sees the bike. It’s a rejection in its most complicated form. The bike, for Margaret, is a symbol of grief. But for Buck and Maddie it was a symbol of growth. Of Buck growing up and becoming a big kid. Of moving on.

Margaret allowing the bike, her grief, to be a kind of barrier to her kids essentially drew a wall between them where she was on one side and Buck and Maddie were on the other. Which can be devastatingly isolating for an about five year old. Five being old enough to realize when a cry for comfort has been ignored is also young enough to still be reliant on others. But their parents didn’t just block out Buck. They blocked out Maddie too. They left her with a kid.

So, Maddie took care of Buck. She raised him. She didn’t have a choice which doesn’t cheapen their relationship. It goes back to what I said in my Maddie character analysis. We would not have Buck without Maddie. The emotional neglect that Buck and Maddie went through could have wrecked them as people. Buck could’ve very easily been turned into a toxic masculine person with resentments that rivaled the size of Margaret’s towards her own children. But he didn’t because of Maddie. Because Maddie showed him what it was like to love and be loved in return.

Maddie saved Buck.

But Maddie was also a kid and because of that added responsibility, I don’t think Maddie had any real boundaries when it came to Buck. Anyone who had a hand in raising a sibling knows the feeling of ownership, if you will, over them. There's a very clear sense of agency you get when you had a hand in making someone into the way they are.

It's why Maddie didn't back down from Margaret when she threw out the accusation that she "didn't know what it was like" because Maddie "wasn't a mother yet." It's why Maddie from young age handed out discipline in a sense with her parents in how they spoke about Buck.

"Don't talk to him like that."

Maddie scolds her parents for the way they disrespect Buck and put him down. She calls them out on their complacency when it comes to their relationship with Buck. Maddie sees herself as a parent figure/protector/authority figure (if not the only one) in Buck's life.

Which leads me to Doug. I think Doug was the person who pointed that out. I think Doug was the person who showed Maddie that she needed live for herself just as much as she lived for Buck. I think Doug saw that lightbulb go off for Maddie and used that to manipulate her as well. Doug recognized and “respected” in his own way that Maddie’s relationship with Buck was something of great value in her life. It’s why he didn’t storm in on those nights where she was alone with Buck after he found her. It’s why he didn’t ask her questions about Buck. It’s why he didn’t demand she come home when she told him “I’m with Evan” on the phone in Buck Begins.

Doug recognized in his own way that Buck was a hard line for Maddie.

So, Doug gave Maddie boundaries for Buck and hoped that would bring her over to his side. And neither Buck or Maddie realized it because they were so used to emotional neglect/manipulation (which is a form of abuse) that they didn't even blink because in their minds', they still had each other.

By Maddie’s own admission, the only thing of value she had at the time, was her relationship with Buck and Doug knew that. So, rather than take it away, he pushed himself in between them as a way to put distance between them.

Boundaries with one another was something completely foreign to Buck because his own idea of a "boundary" was the extreme with his parents: to be shut out completely which Buck would then internalize as being his fault. So, Buck resents Doug not for giving Maddie boundaries with Buck but for not letting Buck be a part of creating those boundaries. He sees it as a way of being shut out again.

Let's take into consideration what Buck said in Buck Begins when he asked to go live with Maddie and Doug.

"It's Doug, isn't it? He hates me."

Buck recognized Doug as another wall in his life and the resentment Buck had wasn't aimed at Maddie but at Doug. He had complete faith that Maddie wasn't shutting him out because she didn't love him anymore. It was because he thought Doug never loved him to begin with. And it's at this point that I think Buck saw the similarities with Maddie in himself. After Maddie left, Buck found himself in the middle between his parents and her. Buck recognized that Maddie was now in the middle between Doug and himself. That's why he didn't confront her in the hospital about Maddie pretending everything was hunky dory. But Buck recognized, before Maddie did, that Doug was the one putting her in the middle.

"You don't have to pretend with me, all right? I know things aren't okay with Doug."

It wasn't until a new beginning, an opportunity for them to escape from their sadness that Buck finally addressed that distance and the reasoning behind it.

Let's skip back to "Merry Ex-Mas" now.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"So, you hate Christmas now. Something else I can thank Doug for, huh?"

This is something I think a lot of people who have been on the sounding board end of a loved one going through a break up where the loved one is still defending the ex can recognize. I think Buck expected a clean break because that's the way Maddie was presenting it. Because Maddie had no problems cutting off everyone else in her life such as her parents, her friends, and to an extent Buck in a very clean, compartmentalized process. So, to Buck this seemed like it should've been the same.

But it wasn't. Because Maddie's relationship with Doug was complicated and she didn't fully cut herself of from him (or at least, didn't stop making excuse for him which is an internalized form of victim blaming) until that moment in the car during "Fight or Flight".

Let's take a look though at the real meat of this argument.

"You can't come into my house, Buck, and act this way."

"'Come into my house?' I'm your brother. Typical old Maddie."

Here's the real kicker.

"Typical old Maddie."

Remember how I said that Buck doesn't resent Maddie, he resents Doug?

Here's what I think we sometimes forget because we, as the audience, view the show as a whole. We, the viewers, know the extent of the trauma Doug put Maddie through but Buck doesn't. All Buck sees is that his sister isn't acting like herself and the only reason he has for that is whatever happened with Doug. Buck doesn't know everything Doug put Maddie through because Maddie has been shielding him from it.

Remember in Buck Begins when Omar tried to get Maddie to tell Buck about what happened?

"Evan can never know."

Even with the events of Buck Begins, Buck is still learning the extent of the abuse Maddie suffered from Doug. He knew Doug beat Maddie and he knew it was pretty bad to the point that he almost killed her. But he didn't know until Chimney told him that the reason Maddie didn't leave with him was because Doug beat her brutally for picking a side; Buck's side. It's one thing to know the broad picture but an entirely different thing to know the details.

Because at some point along the way, Maddie's boundary with Buck became a protective shield for Buck. Maddie may have been in the middle between Doug and Buck but Maddie had put herself over the line in the sand beside Buck once again and neither Buck or Doug realized it.

Maddie doesn't want to explain to Buck why she doesn't want to celebrate Christmas because it's a painful truth for herself but for Buck as well. It's opening up that protective bubble and letting the risk of Buck and herself being hurt again. So, she's shutting down again which is something she'd done before to keep Buck out of that messy part of her life. Except, because Buck thinks Maddie has had this clean break from her life with Doug, he pushes her a little.

"Come on, you love Christmas."

And Maddie lashes out.

"And easy to lash out on the person that you know is always gonna forgive you."

It's a panic response, a knee jerk reaction, because she doesn't want to go through the painful process of unpacking that especially not with Buck because she was still continuing to shield him from it all. She lashed out because, subconsciously at least, she knew it would deflect him from it.

"Typical old Maddie."

And it worked.

#Maddie Buckley #Evan 'Buck' Buckley #The Buckley Siblings #TW Doug Kendall #TW Domestic Abuse #Buck Begins #Merry Ex-Mas #911 on Fox #TW Emotional Neglect #mellaithwen #ask #answered

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kendallstewy · 4 years ago

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Succession characters and their favorite Lana Del Rey albums

Kendall: Honeymoon. Wallows in the melancholy of lines like “I’ve got nothing much to live for ever since I found my fame” and “I don’t matter to anyone.” Relates a little too hard to the line “You could be a bad motherfucker, but that don’t make you a man.” Blasts the song The Blackest Day because one of the lines is a direct quote from him, “Looking for love in all the wrong places.” Cries while listening to Terrence Loves You because it reminds him of Stewy (“And I lost myself when I lost you”). Listens to High By The Beach after leaving the press conference (“Everyone can start again, not through love but through revenge”). In general respects Lana’s ability to write about being high and miserable at the same time.

Roman: Paradise. Likes off-the-wall lines like “My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola” and “I was an angel looking to get fucked hard.” “Don’t treat me rough, treat me really niceys” fits his speech patterns. Thinks he’s ironic with “Be young, be dope, be proud, like an American” but unironically identifies with “You were like so sick, everybody said it.” Relates hardcore to “Have to touch myself to pretend you’re there,” when Gerri isn’t around. Secretly changes his phone wallpaper to a picture of Lana as a calming influence after getting back from Turkey (“All I've got to keep myself sane, baby”).

Shiv: Ultraviolence. Has a love/hate relationship with it. Hates the songs Sad Girl, Pretty When You Cry, and Fucked My Way Up To The Top based on their names alone. Likes the song Brooklyn Baby solely on the lyric, “If you don't get it, then forget it, so I don't have to fucking explain it.” Listens to Money Power Glory after she leaves Gil’s campaign. “I’m gonna take you for all that you’ve got” gets stuck in her head a lot. “Well my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me” reminds her of Nate. Makes fun of Lana’s SNL performance but secretly feels solidarity with her as a woman who never backs the fuck down. Tom: Born To Die. Loves the idea of being a Midwest boy entrenched in Hollywood glamor. Serenades Shiv with Video Games (“They say that the world was built for two”) (emphasis on “two”) and then sarcastically sings National Anthem at Greg (pretending to be Greg during the lines, “He says to be cool but I don’t know how yet”). Wants to play Radio to everyone when he steps up at Waystar to show off (“How do you like me now?”). Defends Lana every time she takes to Instagram to complain about the press twisting her words (He Here For Her). Greg: Lust For Life. Sings “Uh ah, uh ah uh ah, don’t worry baby” while copying incriminating documents and then, “Who’s doper than this bitch, who’s freer than me?” while he lies in wait with them. Thought about saying, “'Cause we're the masters of our own fate, we're the captains of our own souls” in defense of the business open relationship before Tom pelted him with water bottles. Takes up the mantra of “If you were me, and I was you, I'd get out of my way” during Kendall’s press conference. Meets Lana after a show and she signs his album “Machiavellian future Daddy xoxo”

Connor: Norman Fucking Rockwell. Hasn’t actually listened to it and mistakenly thinks it’s actually called “Norman Freaking Rockwell” but likes it on principle because Norman Rockwell is all-American like Connor and his campaign. Willa listens to it and appreciates that the first words of the first song are “Goddamn, man-child.”

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crazyk-imagine · 3 years ago

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Prologue

Characters: Sulane “Sullie” Celeste, Carlos Garcia, Hortense “Logan” Mitchell, Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Janet Celeste

Word Count: 1,844

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3 years earlier...

"Do you have to leave?" 13-year-old Carlos looks down as he messes with his helmet.

"I really don't want to, you know, it's just- I have no choice. I have to leave," 13-year-old Sulane explains.

"But you can stay here." He lifts his head, eyes twinkling with hope and sadness.

She sighs, shaking her head. "I'm sorry Carlos." She scoots closer to give him a side hug.

He leans into her, his head resting on her shoulder.

"You know I don't want to leave. I love being with you and the guys but... my mom got a promotion, and she doesn't want to be away from me, so I have to go with her."

Carlos nods before he pushes himself off of her. "We can still talk right?"

She tilts her head.

"I- I mean, we can still call each other or-or something right?" He says, stuttering to find the right words.

She nods, "Of course we can. Be prepared to have me mailing you letters and calling you every day."

The two share a laugh.

"Hey." The two turn to see Kendall, James, and Logan walking towards them.

Logan toss's a hockey bag at Carlos.

Carlos groans, falling on his back.

James pulls a comb out of his pocket and begins combing his hair, over and over again.

Kendall stands there, shaking his head.

"You forgot your stuff," Logan says.

"Coach made us take it." Kendall informs the boy.

"Is everything okay?" Logan asks, sensing something off with the two.

Sulane's lips were drawn into a thin line, trying to think of a way to share the news. "I'm moving," she blurts out.

Kendall and Logan stop what they were doing and stare at her, eyes wide with open.

James freezes and stops combing his hair. He stares at her, dropping his comb... which no one noticed.

"What?!" "Wha-what are you talking about?" Kendall, Logan, and James all ask at once.

"I'm moving. My mom got a promotion, and she doesn't want to be far away from me."

"What are we going to do?" Logan turns to Kendall.

Sulane's brows furrow together before she interrupts, "I'm sorry, we?"

"You're leaving, we need to come up with a plan to keep you here? Right?"

"Why are you looking at me?" Kendall asks, waving his arms, gesturing to himself.

"You're the one who always comes up with a plan." Logan replies.

"Okay that may be true but you're the smart one. Why don't you come up with a plan?" Sulane stands up, shaking her head. "Guys, stop it. There's nothing any of us can do. My mom already made her decision."

Kendall and Logan toss their hockey gear on the ground, push Carlos out of the way. The two sit down on the curb, pulling her down to sit between them, and lean their heads on her shoulders. "We're gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you guys too." She wraps her arms around their shoulders, rubbing their arms in a comforting manner. "It's starting to get dark; we should probably head home. I'll see you guys later." She removes her arms from them. She stands up, brushing imaginary dirt off of her.

"Is this a goodbye?" Logan asks with sad puppy eyes.

Sulane looks up to see Kendall, Logan, and Carlos were pouting.

Biting the inside of her cheek, hoping this isn't the end. "No." She glances over at James, who still has yet to move a muscle. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to say bye later," she mumbles to herself, knowing how her mother is. She jumps over hockey bags to hug Carlos, then Logan, Kendall, and finally James.

He doesn't like that this is happening. He can't begin to think how it would be without her around... more like, he doesn't want to.

James watches her hugging his other buddies before making her way towards him.

"I'm gonna miss you," she whispers.

The three know her hidden message is really 'I love you'.

She slowly slides her arms off his shoulders, standing in front of him.

The two study one another, afraid they won't see one another again.

Unable to see James anymore, her vision blurred by the tears stuck in her waterline. She looks away, saying her last goodbye. She's two steps away when she stops.

"Carlos get off of her," Logan scolds said boy.

"No, she can't leave."

"There's nothing we can do to change my mom's mind," Sulane says.

"I can-"

"No!" Kendall, Logan, and Sulane shout.

"What about-"

"No!"

"It's not fair," Carlos whines, pushing himself off the ground.

"I know."

"I'm gonna miss you." He hugs her once more.

"I'll miss you too, Corn Dog."

"I don't want you to go, Licorice."

Carlos reluctantly let's go of her.

She nods, wiping the corner of her eyes. "I'll see you guys later." Sulane walks away, wiping her cheeks.

No one had the heart or words to say anything. They watch her walk down the block before turning a corner, disappearing from their view.

"Dude?!" Carlos shoves James' shoulder.

James stumbles backwards but doesn't say a word. He bent forward to grab his hockey bag and began on his journey to go home.

Ignoring their shouts, leaving the three boys with their thoughts.

"Should we go after him?" Logan asks.

"No, let's give him some time. He'll be back to normal before you know it." Kendall tells Logan, trying to stay positive.

"Do you really think so?" Carlos picks up his bag.

Kendall's shoulders sag, not quite sure how to answer him. "Let's go."

Carlos sees something shiny and picks it up. "He dropped his comb."

"What?" Kendall turns around.

"This is bad."

"Really bad." Logan adds.

"Yeah," Kendall says.

"No like really bad."

"I get it, Logan."

Sulane closes the front door, walking down the hallway. She goes to the living room, looking for her mom, Janine. All she finds are boxes that weren't there when she left the house earlier. She furrows her brows, confused about this. She calls out for her mom when three movers walk by with boxes in hand.

Her mom emerges from the doorway of Sulane's room. "Yes, sweetie?" She places her hand on the stair rale as she walks downstairs.

"I- I thought you said we weren't packing for another two weeks."

Janine shrugs, "oh, I did but I figured it's summertime, why not get you situated before you start school. You know, find some friends, get your stuff together."

"You mean you want to get out there sooner so you're far away from the coworkers you don't like."

"Well, there's that too."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did."

"No."

"Yes, this morning..." she pauses, realizing her mistake, "okay maybe I didn't."

"I don't-"

Janine took Sulane's chin in between her thumb and index finger. "I don't want to hear you say you don't want to move. I know you don't want to but sooner or later you'll realize I was right to move you away from those nice boys, you call friends."

Sulane pushes her mom's hand away from her. "Those boys that you despise are the best damn friends a person could have!"

"Don't you raise your voice at me young lady." Janine follows Sulane into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna do whatever I want. I'm tired of you trying to control me and my life. You're so focused on making me exactly like you that you don't see what you're going to do to me. I love living here. I love going to the hockey rink to see my friends slam each other into the glass and on the ice."

She tears up, her vision, once again blurred due to her tears welling up in her waterline.

"I love doing crazy plans with my friends and hanging out with Katie. I love singing and goofing around with them. I love my friends and they love me. My friends are the ones who always cheer me up when we have a disagreement or when I feel like I've disappointed you. They know me better than anyone else. They know me better than you do," she explains.

Her cheeks shiny and wet, she sniffs wiping her nose with a napkin. She scrunches her nose after feeling the roughness of the napkin.

"That's not true," her mom whispers.

Sulane sighs, "it is but that doesn't mean I don't love and care for you because I do but you need to think about what I want for once, please. Please don't make me leave my friends," she whispers, placing her hands on her mom's forearms.

"I'm sorry, I really am but if we're going to stay on schedule. We have to leave now. Go to the car. We'll be staying at a hotel for a few nights until our things come to the new house."

Sulane scoffs through her nose, sniffling as she walks out of the house.

She slumps in the front seat, buckling her seatbelt.

Janine gets to the car, putting her seatbelt on. She starts the car, driving away from the only home Sulane has ever known.

The young girl stares out the window in an attempt to distract her from the pain she felt in her heart.

The next day

James walks to Sulane's house with a pack of licorice. In hopes of making up for the day before.

He messes with his hair, nervous of how he thinks Sulane will react to his... confession.

He made his way up the steps of the house, only to take a few steps back when two movers carrying a couch blocked his path. James was obviously confused.

His brows knit together as he watched the two put the piece of furniture in the moving van. His heart's beating about a mile an hour, scared and worried that he was too late.

He runs up the steps in search of her. "Sullie?" James calls out, standing in Sulane's doorway. He turns around, bumping into one of the movers, "sorry."

"What're you doing here, kid?" The head mover grumbles.

"I'm looking for my friend."

"The girl who was here last night, right?" James' head snaps up.

"You know where she is?"

"After she yelled at her mom, they left."

"She's gone?"

"Sorry kid. If it makes you feel better, the girl didn't want to leave."

James couldn't hear anything else after he runs out of the house, dropping the licorice along the way.

He bursts through the front door of the Knight household.

The three boys and Katie were sitting on the couch, watching whatever was on tv.

James slams the door shut, panting. He puts his hands on his knees.

"You, okay?" Katie asks.

"She's gone," James wheezes, his voice so low the others could hardly hear him.

"What?" Kendall asks.

"She's gone. I didn't- I-"

"Okay, slow down," Kendall advises, placing his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"She's gone."

"Who's gone?" Carlos asks, sitting straight up, scared because he knows the answer.

"Sullie."

Previously: Epigraph // Continue:��Chapter I

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