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Chapter Four

Warnings: Cursing, 18+, excuse any typos

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Chapter 3

For the morning and most of the afternoon Jon and Trinity kept the couple apart trying to get unfurnished out of both of them. The only way they were going to be able to help the way they agreed to was to do so. The mystery behind Nadine's attitude towards Zilla plagued them and from the outside looking in, the married couple knew not trying to figure it out would be detrimental to the young couple's relationship. While Jon and Zilla played the game in his man cave, Trinity and Moriah were sitting on the floor in her vanity room going through her wigs.

"Have you talked to your mom since Zilla said what he said?"

Moriah shook her head as she brushed through a hot pink wig. "Nope, I'm sure she's not happy. She was already mad that I hadn't called her in three months but I just couldn't."

"Couldn't what?" Trinity asked picking up a wig to brush.

She shrugged haphazardly. "I couldn't deal with her. On top of the stress of starting my job, Zilla's training and maintaining our relationship, I couldn't deal with the smart shit she says and the jabs she throws. The only reason I even called her was because Zilla said something."

"How does it make you feel when she says something about your relationship or Zilla?"

"It pisses me off, it always has. I hate it."

Trinity nodded.

"Did it stop during the eight years he was gone?"

She scoffed, "No, it just wasn't as frequent. I was mad at him but that didn't mean that she could say the shit she was saying, you know? When I was a freshman in college was when it started to taper off a little."

"Cause you were away at college?"

"Nope. Cause I started dating this guy," Moriah explained softly, "But once she found out that he was a pre-med and that he came from money, it picked back up. About how he was such a better choice and could do this and that for me."

Trinity raised her brows and shook her head. "Did that hurt your relationship with him?"

"Eventually. We were together two years too long."

"What happened?"

"We went to Georgia for Christmas break because I missed my dad, I talked my mom into going and that was a bad idea." She chuckled. "The whole time she was telling my dad how great Thomas was and all that other crap. And I remember seeing my dad looking at him with this hard face, when I looked at Thomas I realized why."

"What happened?"

"It was because he had this big ass grin on his face like he was enjoying being talked to at the expense of someone else. At some point, him and my dad were able to talk and it made my dad like him even less. Christmas morning he kept alluding to asking me to marry him, my dad flat out said no."

"He clearly wasn't a good person but I'm sorry that was your mom's fault. She made him feel like that was okay."

"You're right but he was also really arrogant, he just hid it well majority of our relationship."

"So what happened? Did he propose anyway?" Trinity asked switching out wigs.

"After my dad said no, my mom stepped in to say her peace and my dad asked me what I wanted to do. Told them that I wasn't ready to get married, I was barely 20."

"You weren't ready or you didn't wanna marry that specific person?" She asked with a brow raised making Moriah laugh.

"Both," she said quickly, "And my parents knew that, my mother was pissed. Then he made this big scene saying how I was stupid for even thinking about Zilla, he called him something else, and for thinking that I would have a good life with a felon. My mother of course agreed, telling me not to ruin my life."

"The nerve. He showed his true colors then."

"Yeah so my dad kicked him out right then, after he left my dad and mom argued. About what, I'm not really sure. I went to my room to call Ma and tell her Merry Christmas."

"That's sweet that you and her talked while he was gone." Trinity cooed passing a satin wig bag to her. "It sounds like your parents were on two different levels. Were they always like that?"

Moriah carefully placed the wig into the bag then at back on her hands. "Yes and no. From what I remember when they were married, they were happy but my dad bit his tongue a lot for her except when it came to me."

"Yeah? How long were they married?"

"Uuuh they got married like three years before I was born and got divorced a little bit after my eleventh birthday so fourteen years. A long time."

"Damn, why did they divorce?"

She shrugged. "All I know is my dad left his job at the time for his dream job and we were gonna have to move to Georgia and then I went from crying cause I was gonna have to leave Texas and Zilla to crying cause my dad was gonna have to leave me."

"Were they acting any different beforehand?"

"My mom was. She was so mean especially to my dad. That was when she started to vocalize to Ma that she didn't like Zilla or us being friends. Before it was just in the house, she'd tell my dad and me and occasionally say it while she knew he was in the house."

Trinity frowned, "She was taking her divorce out on yall?"

"I don't think so, I don't know really honestly."

"So let's talk about something that you do know," Trinity suggested with a small smile, "You gotta set boundaries with your mom, Rye."

She sighed sadly. "I try but she doesn't care. She tells me to stop being dramatic or stop being a baby."

"If she can't respect your boundaries then you need to have consequences. She's your mom but she doesn't get to disrespect you or your relationship." Trinity explained, maintaining eye contact. "You love him, don't you?"

"Of course."

"You wanna stay together?"

Moriah nodded.

"Then you need to do what you need to do. If you don't, you're gonna let her ruin your relationship."

"Yeah … I know. I gotta figure something out."

Down in Jon's mancave, the men were playing Tekken 7 having conversation here and there outside of the trash talking. Between the married couple, Trinity had a much better way with words and getting information slyly while her husband lacks that certain skill.

"You been talkin to your woman?" Jon asked keeping his eyes on the screen, pressing buttons.

Zilla glanced at him a few times out the corner of his eyes, making sure not to let his character to beat. "Huh?"

"Have you been talkin to Rye?"

"Uuh I live with her, I talk to her every day."

Jon sucked his teeth. "I mean about yo feelings, Uce. You letting her know if you good or if you're not good?"

Humming, Zilla focused back on the game. That was the same question his mom asked him damn near every day. He wouldn't say it out loud but he was tired of that question.

"She know I'm good."

"That mean no," Jon laughed, "That's ya woman, man. You don't have to hide shit from her. Especially when she already know when you not good."

He shook his head. "Nah, she don't. I'm good."

"Sayin that don't make it true," Jon reminded him putting his focus back into the game for a moment to make sure he didn't lose the round, "Tell me this. After you zone out and you get ya bearings back, is she watching you or staring?"

"I mean yeah but her ass always starin a hole in my face."

"Okay, does she have the usual look in her eyes or is it different?"

"Ion know," he shrugged, "Different."

"Okay so she know, I'm telling you. Yall known each other long enough that she know when you not okay and you know when she not okay. What's the point of having her if you can't talk to her?"

"I can talk to her, I just don't want to. Therapy was enough talkin, ion wanna talk about it no more." He responded honestly.

Jon paused the game to turn to his cousin. "I know you don't want to but it's good to talk about it. That shit gon start coming out in other ways that won't be good for you or your relationship."

Zilla sat back on the sofa, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Ion wanna make her sad with my sad shit. Especially when she gotta deal with her weird ass mama."

"Do you care if she tells you her sad shit?"

"No," he answered quickly.

"So why you think she care of you tell her your sad shit?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Shit hard."

"I know but it's worth it. Start small then grow, you'll feel better. I'm telling you."

"I hear you."

"Yall got a six hour drive back, use some of that time to start."

The phone call with his ex-wife still fresh on his mind Hassan decided to reach out to someone he knew would understand his feelings and thoughts. He would always love Nadine but her actions would always have a wedge between them. He sat in his den with the football game on mute and the phone call on speaker.

"Did our children call you to be a referee?"

Hassan laughed loudly, "Nope, that is a job meant solely for you. Neither of them ever like my referee style. How are you, Leata?"

"I'm pretty good. How about you?"

"I uuuh," he thought rubbing through his beard, "I'm alright. Didi called me yesterday."

Leata laughed, "I'm sure that was fun. What is it about my son this time?"

"It was them both apparently," he chuckled, "Rye hasn't called her in three months and as a thank you Zilla told her about them getting busy on the sofa."

Unable to help herself, Leata laughed loudly into the phone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know he shouldn't have but I'll be dammed if she didn't bring it in herself."

He laughed, "My thoughts exactly. But apparently that conversation gave her the urge to check on our babygirl. Although it's obvious that he's taken very good care of her."

She snorted. "That's obvious. She's going to visit them?"

"Ha! You know she's not going right now. She's wanting me to go."

"Awwee and you're gonna do it for your dear Didi," Leata joked.

"Negative," he answered jokingly, "I told her I would but I was already planning on going down there. I was calling to see when you were gonna visit."

"I'm not sure, I didn't wanna crowd them. Plus I was kind of hoping they'd come back for Thanksgiving or Christmas."

He hummed thinking, "Well Thanksgiving is next month so maybe they will. I can't wait that long or Didi will be up my ass. I'll probably go in the next couple weeks."

"She won't," she laughed, "She's too busy up Rye and Zilla's ass but okay. If they don't come for Thanksgiving, I'll probably go down there. If you wanna come down."

"That's no problem. Make sure you invite our favorite person."

Leata whistled. "Favorite is generous but of course. Moriah would never hear the end of it."

"Right. We'll talk soon. Call if you or our kids needs anything."

"Same to you, Hassan. Make sure you check on your Didi."

While Hassan and Leata spoke, Nadine was making a phone call of her own. She had spent most of the day before into the night doing searching until she found what she was looking for. The conversation with Zilla burned her up on the inside, he had beat her at her own game momentarily.

A deep baritone voice flowed through the line. "Hello."

"Well, well, Dr. Gardner. How are you?"

"I'm not doctor yet but I'm well. Who is this?"

"Nadine Parker. It's been a little while, Thomas. How's medical school?"

"Oh yes ma'am. It's been pretty good. How have you been? How's Moriah?"

Nadine smiled hearing his question. "I'm good. Moriah is fine, she moved out to Florida. She's working at Lakeland General now in the emergency department."

"Is she really?" He asked excitedly. "I'm in pediatrics there."

Nadine feigned surprise. "You do? Such a small world."

"I'll have to go down and see her. Is she single?"

Nadine groaned softly, "Unfortunately, she's not but I'm sure seeing you would make her come to her senses."

"Who is she's dating? Is he competition?"

She scoffed and laughed. "God, no. The jail bird could never compete with a doctor, son."

"Future doctor," he chuckled, "But noted. Do you when she works next?"

"Tomorrow, 7am to 7pm."

"Great, I'll be there tomorrow. Is she really with that felon?" He asked with a hint of laughter.

"Unfortunately she is. He's the one who moved her to Florida to wrestle of all things," she spat. "But it works out because you're there and you can show her the mistake she's made."

Thomas snorted, "Wrestling? I definitely have nothing to worry about, they drop like flies anyway. Thank you for calling me."

"Oh no, thank you, Thomas. You're saving my baby. Save my number and keep me updated."

"Yes ma'am. Have a good day."

"You too, son."

Happy with herself, Nadine did a little dance as she typed out a message to her daughter. The sun was going to start shining for her soon, all she had to do was be patient. Though she would have to suffer for a little bit longer, it would all be worth it to be rid of the man in her daughter's life.

Moriah's phone went off as they were leaving Jon and Trinity's neighborhood. The rest of their time visiting was spent with all four of them together, talking and playing. Their lives aren't bad in Orlando at all but it felt good to be with family for a few days as that's what they were used to.

"What's wrong?" Zilla asked seeing the frown on her face.

She shook her head. "Nothing, my mom texted me but it's weird."

"Weird how, Fat?"

"Ima read it to you," she responded still confused, "I love you guys. You both are gonna have an amazing day tomorrow. Call me after work, sweetheart."

It was Zilla's turn to frown. "That don't sound like Ms. Nadine. She either high, in distress or plottin."

"Exactly and knowing my mama, she's plotting." Moriah sat quietly thinking then groaned. "You don't think she's gonna pop up, do you? I'm not prepared for that."

He shrugged, "Ion know but if she does she can have the bedroom and we'll take the sofa."

Moriah pushed his shoulder, laughing. "Whatever you're about to say or thinking, just don't."

He laughed. "I wasn't gon say shit but I'm glad you and me on the same page. She better stay in the room if she don't wanna see Zilla and Fat gettin busy."

"Isayah Fatu! If she's in town, you're not getting any."

"Bullshit," he laughed, "If that makes you feel good to say but I know the truth, Fat."

"And what is the truth?"

Zilla looked at her from the road, a wide smile on her face. "Don't act like you don't know. Them nights that you stayed at home instead of with me, what happened most of the time?"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Fatu," she answered trying to keep her laugh in.

"You don't remember texting and calling me to come over after she went to sleep?"

"Nope, I didn't do that."

He laughed, "Oh you didn't? So you ain't call me poutin when I would tell you no? And I guess it wasn't you that sent me them videos either?"

She shook her head starting to laugh. "Nope, nope and nope. Wasn't me."

"You sure? I still got the videos," he grabbed for his phone and she snatched it laughing.

"Don't do that. I did not have sex with you in her house."

"You ain't sex with me in her house? Oh right cause I fucked you in her house. Got it."

Moriah covered her face laughing. "Fuckin hate you. You didn't have to say that. Filthy ass mouth."

"And you love it too. Don't you?" He asked in a lower tone.

She stared at the side of face. "I'm not doing this with you."

He put a hand on her bare thigh as he drove, squeezing. "Tell me you love it, Fat. Come on."

Looking between his hand and his face, Moriah scrunched her face playfully. "Fine, yes, I love it."

He hummed, "You love what?"

"Zay, no."

"Ima leave you alone when you tell me what I wanna hear."

She huffed softly, squirming in her seat. "I love your filthy ass mouth," she mumbled.

Smacking her thigh, he moved his hand back to the steering wheel, a smirk on his face. "That's my girl."

"You are a demon. Just 100% pure demon."

"Yeah and you like that shit too," he laughed.

The couple rode quietly for the next couple hours with Moriah going in and out of sleep. As he drove, Zilla thought about the conversation he had with Jon and tried to work out how to start the conversation.

"You have like a date or anything yet?"

"For my debut?" He paused got her answer. "Not yet. I got a meeting with Shawn tomorrow I think it is too talk about all that."

"Let me know so I can make sure I'm off and so I can make sure your family is there cause you'll forget."

He chuckled a bit. "Appreciate you."

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah but it's kinda fucking me up though."

Moriah listened quietly, giving her all of her attention.

"I'm excited but kinda sad too. My pops ain't ever missed nothin so I still expect him to be there," he explained keeping his eyes on the road, "And when I don't see him in the crowd or wherever I am, that shit gets me."

"Baby," she pouted as she reached over to rub the back of his neck, "He's not there physically but he's always there. You remember those pictures from your first match? The photographer was complaining and worried cause he thought you were gonna hate the pictures."

"Was he? Why? The pictures was dope." He asked glancing quickly at her.

"Yeah, because no matter what angle or where he moved that bright light was in every single picture." She laughed a little. "And when he was talking to me and your mom about it, your mom looked at the pictures, looked at him and was like it's just his dad, don't worry. So nonchalantly and she laughed with me saying how he was determined to be in your pictures."

Hearing that made him feel somewhat better, he remembered looking at the pictures thinking that same thing about the light but kept it to himself. Knowing that they thought the same thing let him know that he wasn't just trying to make that true.

"Damn," he smiled, "That's crazy. Sound like em though."

"It does. I know that you're still gonna scan the crowd for him, just know that he'll be there and he'll let you know. Hopefully it won't be a bright ass light all the time," she joked, "But either way, he's gonna show up for his baby boy."

He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it then locked their fingers. "Thank you, Fat. I needed to hear that."

"Don't thank me for that, it's what I'm here for. I'm good for more than just cooking for you and getting busy, you know."

He laughed heartily, "Noted, baby. Ima remember that."

After dropping Moriah at the hospital the next morning, Zilla went to the Performance Center instead of going home for a couple hours. Hardly anyone was there that time of morning which meant less people for him to talk to and more time to get a workout in. While he was walking on the treadmill, he felt a hand on his back and stopped the machine immediately. He snatched his headphones off then turned around with a dial on his face.

"My bad, man. I ain't mean no harm. Just wanted to come speak, that's all." The man explained. "Trick. Good to meet you."

Zilla nodded wiping his face with his towel. "Shit, you good. Nice to meet you too. Zilla."

Trick smiled a little, "You already know I know who you are. Ain't no need in acting like that, man."

He shrugged modestly. "I appreciate that but I'm just me, just Zilla."

"Whether you Zilla or just Zilla, we know you are and you better know that shit too. Especially around here."

Zilla squinted at his words. "What that mean?"

"Some of these people around here vicious is all I'm sayin."

"Mmm, I hear you."

"Listen I know we just met and you have no reason to believe me but I'm bein sincere," Trick told him sincerely, "Me and Melo dealt with it, shit a lotta good people went through it. Just tryna look out for you. From one man to another."

Zilla nodded, he was unsure about Trick and his words. They sounded sincere enough but in this world he could never be too sure.

"I gotta get to a meeting so ima move around."

Not waiting for a response, Zilla went to the locker room to change before his meeting and thirty minutes later he was sitting across from Shawn Michaels.

"I won't keep you long, I know you have stuff to do around here but we need to talk debut for a second. I like to involve talent in their storyline and for them to be comfortable with what they're doing," he explained clasping his hands, "When you're comfortable the work is times better. Understand?"

"Yes sir, I got you."

"Alright so that being said we were thinking the last week of November. Gives us all enough time to work things out. Does that sound good to you or do you need more time?"

"Nah, that's good. I can do that."

"We think you'd work great as heel unless you think face is something you wanna try," Shawn paused, "Booker thinks highly of you as heel though."

Zilla shook his head, "Heel. I like being heel. It's fun for me bein like that."

Shawn nodded, writing a few things down. "Alright, heel it is. I'm gonna get with Hunter and Paul to come up with a little something for you but we also want you to come up with something too to bring to us. All of our resources are open to you, talk to your cousins I'm sure they'll help you out. I can put you in touch with some other guys that wouldn't mind helping you either."

He nodded thinking it over. "Alright, I'll let you know if I need em."

"You have a week before you meet with myself, Paul and Hunter. So don't wait too long."

"What's wrong, baby? They said it was an emergency. Are you hurt?"

As soon as the charge nurse told Moriah it was an important phone call from Zilla, her heart was in her throat. The few feet to the phone felt like miles because her mind had automatically went to the worst.

"Nothin wrong, I'm not hurt, Fat. Breathe, baby." He assured calmly.

"Toni said you said it was an emergency. What is it?" She asked still stressing.

He chuckled, "Its a emergency but not a bad one. I promise."

"Zay," she sighed trying to calm herself and her nerves "Don't scare me like that."

"My bad, baby. She just wasn't tryna give you the phone and I needed to talk to my baby. It's important."

She exhaled on a chuckle. "Start talking and hurry up, fool."

"Zilla got his debut date, baby!"

Moriah squealed alerting few of the doctors and nurses around her including Toni. She whispered an apology.

"When? When? I'm gonna take off for it right now."

"Tuesday after Thanksgiving! They gon keep me heel too."

Moriah teared up a little but quickly wiped her tears away. "I'll be there in the front row with my sign. I'm happy for you, Zay."

"That make me feel good. Thank you, Fat."

"You're welcome. I'm taking you out to celebrate my first day off. Somewhere special." She said softly.

He chuckled. "Word? I'm lookin forward to it."

"Good but I gotta go. I'll see you when you get here and do not block the door again."

"You need curbside service though," he laughed, "Don't work too hard. Zilla love you."

"Moriah loves you more, Zilla."

After she hung up, Toni came to stand to her left with a knowing smile on her face. Toni had been extremely welcoming to her and friendly since her first day. She was older than Moriah but it didn't bother them.

"From the squealing and the smile on your face, am I to assume that there was nothing wrong?" She asked in a hushed tone.

Moriah giggled. "Maybe."

"Uhuh so what did Mr. Man want? Did he interrupt my ED to say he was thinking about you?" She joked.

"Noo," Moriah sung out, "He got some good news and wants to share it with his baby."

"What was it?"

Moriah smirked playfully. "I would tell you but don't wanna interrupt your ED even more."

"You're on my list, DeBreaux."

Moriah laughed going towards the room, she heard her name being called.

After her shift, Moriah gathered her things then went to the nurses station to talk to Toni. She was wasting time since Zilla was running a few minutes behind. She didn't mind as she knew he spent a little more time at the PC to talk to Booker.

"What are you getting into tonight?"

"Nothing at all since I gotta be back here in the morning. Pick dinner up, eat, and fall asleep to whatever movie we pick out." Moriah laughed.

Toni rolled her eyes playfully. "You are such a old woman. Why don't you and Mr. Man go out?"

She shook her head. "Cause I know he's tired from training plus he's grumpy when he's tired."

"He grumpy or you're grumpy?"

"Who's side are you on?" She asked jokingly. "We are gonna go out when I'm off though. Gonna take my man on a date."

"Ooooh a date, huh? Should I get the pregnancy tests ready?"

"Absolutely not ma'am. No babies, not right now. But what you can do is go ahead and approve my day off."

"It's not even November yet, Moriah," she laughed, "Hell, we ain't even hit October yet."

Moriah pouted at her. "It'll be October in a few days but pleeeease. I wanna make sure I'm off and I'm there. Oooh I got an idea."

Toni folded her arms, laughing at her younger coworker. "What's your plan?"

"You should take off too and come with me."

"To a wrestling show? No ma'am plus I'm not gonna be in town." Toni laughed at her pout. "Dr. Miller coming in hot."

Before Moriah could say anything, Dr. Miller was standing right next to her prompting her to take a step over. She smiled politely.

"You heading out, Moriah?"

She looked at her bag and purse, making Toni laugh softly, then back at the doctor. "Yup, I am."

He laughed a little. "I didn't notice your bag and stuff, I'm about to head out too. Been a long day."

Moriah nodded slowly and looked to Toni for help, who just shook her head laughing.

"Right so I was thinking um," he trailed off trying to find his words and nerves again.

While Toni and Moriah waited for him to spit it out, Zilla walked into the ED. He had been calling his girlfriend with no answer so came in to check on her. His face scrunched when he laid eyes on her and saw the doctor standing close to her. Waiting for a few nurses and patients to pass in front of him, he approached his girlfriend from behind and slid his hand around her neck to her throat, gently leaning her head back. He kissed her lips a few times before letting her go, allowing his hand to rest on her waist.

"You okay?" She asked looking at him.

He nodded, sizing Dr. Miller up. "I'm straight. You ain't answer so I came to make sure you was aight."

Toni covered her laugh watching the scene unfold in front of her. Moriah checked her phone seeing the missed calls.

"Oh I'm sorry, babe. I was talking to Toni and then Dr. Miller came up. Which let me not be rude … babe, this is the charge nurse, Toni and this is Dr. Miller," she said sweetly, "Yall this is my boyfriend, Zilla."

Toni stuck her hand out to Zilla still laughing, "Finally I get to meet Mr. Man who interrupted my ED."

"My bad, Toni," he laughed, "Ima do it again though."

Toni laughed. "For your sake it better not be a real emergency cause I'm not giving her the phone again. Dr. Miller, don't be rude. Speak."

Dr. Miller looked between all three, actively tryna avoid the scowl on Zilla's face. "Not ride, just didn't wanna interrupt. Nice to meet you. Zilla is it?"

Zilla tilted his head a little. "That's what I said, uce."

Moriah glared at Toni, who kept laughing. "Okay so yall have a good night. Let's go, babe."

"Wait, wait," Toni called out reaching across the station to grab Moriah's arm as she tried to go, "Don't you remember that Dr. Miller was about to tell you what he was thinking. Go head, Dr. Miller. Tell Moriah."

He scratched the back of his neck, "Oh I uh I was just gonna see if Moriah wanted to get a drink with me to relax after work. As uh as … as co-workers."

Moriah mouthed to Toni that she was gonna hurt her as Toni continued to laugh while Zilla held Dr. Miller's stare, silently daring him to look away.

"She good, uce. I got all the relaxation she need. Come on, Fat."

Moriah waved to them before leaving. When they got to their car, Zilla helped her in before going to the driver side. She watched him as he drove, a slight frown on her face that made him laugh.

"You always watchin me, man? What you want?"

She pushed his arm, "You know what. Why you do that?"

"Do what? Come check on you?" He laughed. "I was being a good boyfriend."

"By scaring that poor man. He was so nervous, Zay."

"Good, he should be. He was too close to you. Talkin bout gettin a drink, fuck outta here." He fussed as he sped through traffic. "Thought you was gon go for that? Naaah, not my Fat."

A smile slowly made its way onto her face, she poked at his face. He swatted her hand away.

"Chill with that."

She kept going. "Is my Zilla jealous? Is that what I hear?"

"Ain't nobody jealous."

"Mmmm … you felt some type of way. You've never seen anybody flirt with me? Not since you been out." She teased.

He looked over at her for a moment not saying anything.

"Its okay, I kinda liked seeing you like that. Plus Dr. Miller is a lot. I've been turning him down for the last month."

"Let me know if he bother you again."

Moriah giggled. "Yes sir."

"Aight now, you enjoyin it a little too much, Fat." He chuckled.

She shrugged playfully. "After dinner are we calling your mom or did you already call?"

"I wasn't gon call her without you. She'd be mad if I did that anyway, whenever I talk to her she stay askin if I checked on you and if you got what you need."

"Yup cause I'm her favorite, not you."

"If it wasn't for me, yall wouldn't even know each other," he exclaimed playfully.

"Oooh the jealously bug just bit you up today, huh?"

"Since you got jokes, you gon be at work tomorrow with bites."

She stopped laughing. "Wait, that's my funny. Don't do that."

"Ooooh it ain't funny no more, Fat?" He laughed.

"Noooo. Last time you did that, I had bites everywhere when I met your grandma. And my mama thought you was beating me up."

"Shit, I was just not in the way she was thinking. But that was your fault cause you thought you was funny. I'm funnier though, Fat."

She folded her arms, pouting. "What if I say sorry?"

"Too late for that, babygirl. Just prepare yourself."

Thomas got off the elevator a quarter pass seven, making a beeline for the emergency department. One of the patients he was helping with needed assistance so he wasn't able to leave in time. Making it to the nurses station, he went to Toni.

"What do you need, Thomas?" She asked not looking up from her paperwork.

He looked around as he spoke. "Nurse DeBreaux, is she here?"

"No, she's not," she answered now looking at him, "Why are you looking for her? There are plenty of nurses in Pediatrics where you are assigned."

"I needed to ask her a question about a patient that was in the ED," he lied quickly, "It's not an emergency. When does she work again?"

"I can call her for you, Thomas."

"No, just tell me when she works. I'll come back."

Toni hummed. "Tomorrow at 7am."

"Thank you, Toni. I owe you."

"Uhuh, don't get yourself into any trouble now."

He flashed her a quick smile before leaving. Toni sat with the interaction for a moment, replaying it in her head. Something felt weird to her but she brushed it off.

#AAO #Zilla & Moriah #Zilla Fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 3 months

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OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (done)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Surprise !!!!

Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10:

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

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You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish , what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

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mikesigninspection · 6 months

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I wanted to tell yall my opinion on "who would Mike first come out to".

Okay so I suspect that it might be El, Nancy or Karen. The reason why I choose these 3 is bc I feel like anyone else would make that coming out scene feel "too warm" (for exp. if he came out to Joyce).

Now ofc I believe that Mike will come out to Will during the confession but I feel like we need more, colder one? I am not saying that I need Mike to be unaccepted by anyone (thought that would be interesting to watch cause then they would show both sides of coming out) I am saying that I feel like if he comes out to these characters specifically, the whole scene is gonna feel more sad ( the vibe of it). Like when they do that blue/dark sort of coloring to express that this scene is supposed to make audience more sad than happy. It's hard to explain.

Alright.

If MIke comes out to El, it would be on accident. It would probably happen in the middle of a fight where he would spill it out and El would be shocked. Tho, she wouldn't be very confused and surprised (at least from my point of view.) She probably caught up with Mike and Will's problems and she could see the reason for it but she is still not so sure or she is in denial. I just feel like she wouldn't be all that happy, she would prob. ask him to leave her to think abt this but would be very understanding at the end.

Nancy

Now this is a different story. This is where he would come out when he prepared himself. Why do I feel like Nancy is one of those people? Not just bc she is his sister so it would make sense but smt else. Something about how they see each other.

Now, we all know that siblings fight constantly. Well most of siblings. And it isn't because they hate each other or something, it's mostly just siblings thing.

Ofc, Mike and Nancy also fight like other siblings do. However, their relationship is not the best. They often don't talk with each other. Hell, they would rather get hit by a car than talk about their feelings with each other like Jonathan and Will do.

So why do I believe that Nancy would be a good option?

It is simple. I believe that Mike thinks that Nancy is pretty neutral abt stuff. Maybe he thinks that she won't even care? He probably believes that her reaction to this wouldn't impact him that much since they don't talk. But there is also a part of him that hopes that she will understand and so is probably scared.

I feel like they might try to act like Will and Jonathan which is why they will try to talk to each other. Who knows?

Karen

So we know how Karen wishes that her kids talk with her( like deep talks)? She has been waiting for that for a long time now. Mike coming out to her would be a thing that would fulfill her wish. And her reassurance would mean the world to him. It would make him braver and more emotionally stronger which will make Vecna's plan harder to proceed.

One thing that makes me believe in this theory is her talk with him in s1. If you are a straight viewer you may catch this message harder but if you are a queer person, you would notice.

Karen talking about how Mike doesn't have to hide anything from her, how he can tell her anything doesn't apply to Mike being upset abt Will going missing. It also doesn't apply to El bc she didn't know abt her yet.

Others know that Mike and Will's relationship is different from the others. However, not all of them think it has to do with romance. But Karen does. She can see the difference between how Mike acts with Will versus how he is with Lucas and Dustin.

Her speech in that episode means so much to queer community bc it represents a parent who is reassuring their closeted kid that no matter who they love, they are gonna stay and love their kid the same. And if they also have a hard time accepting it themselves, their parent is there to help them.

That is that.

#byler #byler endgame #gay mike wheeler #gay mike truther #mike wheeler #mike wheeler coming out #theories #stranger things s5 #stranger things #will byers #eleven hopper #nancy wheeler #karen wheeler #coming out

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forgottenspring · 5 months

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A whole new level to being the supposedly "closeted" gay cousin at Thanksgiving. I know this may not get notes/views, but I was reminded of this today. So I wanted to share a wild "Me the Gay Cousin at Thanksgiving" story from two years ago that felt right out of a 90s sit com special episode.

Since I'm spending this Thanksgiving chilling with a friend instead, I realized yall might like to hear this story.

In my family my sister and I are the only two of our age. The rest of the cousins are MUCH young than us. Us being young adults and our cousins being lil gremlin preteen boys. We're talking like 10 boys overall and our two lil bros, and two newly not toddler girls at the time.

So bc of this my sister and I always sit at the kids table bc our uncles and aunts didn't want us excluded and feeling we couldn't be kids. (I am now 25 turning 26 for context, so I was about 23).

So, I know my family is highly religious and horribly homophobic/transphobic. So lil pagan nonbinary lesbian cupio aroace me has been squeaking by bc I've been holding my tongue and refusing to date in Utah around family for years in the past. Unless it was a group date with friends and the guy asked me out.

So imagine my shock when me and my lil bros and dude cousins are chilling on the floor playing a board game (my sister was at a friend's house that year) bc I don't want to hear the adults say anything that will rile me up bc I really don't want to be outed this year.

And right after I finish my turn, my kid cousin slides over a whiteboard and I look down and freeze in shock. It says "R U Gay?" And I'm knowing his parents are especially homophobic. And what I was afraid of AKA I'm out of the closet and tired, I wrote "Yes" and turned back to the game. He froze and squeaked out a "What!?" And he whispers back to me asking if it's true, as if I just admitted I was insane. And I shrug, trying to play it cool as I realize suddenly the ramifications of it and freaking out now bc he's a blabbermouth. I see both my brothers make eye contact to make sure I'm okay, which I nod to them. I then whisper back to my cousin and go "Yeah" and he tells me that's wrong bc nobody's gay and if they are they're evil, it's a joke you ask ppl in school. And I realize I have to walk this back immediately before my aunt and uncle are told and I'm outed on Thanksgiving and I haven't even come out to my dad yet.

So I shrug tell him I know a lot of people at school who are gay and they're really sweet people. And lie and tell him I'm not gay that I was just playing into the joke. He seems shocked that gay people exist and I know them. But finally after a bit he nods thinking nothing of it, but at least he's cooler about the gay topic I guess and I just survived.

I go downstairs where the adults are hanging bc the boys are running around in the snow and I'm wanting to try being with the adults, since I am one, for a minute. And to nobody's shock after a bit of joking around and stuff, my dad, aunts, uncles, and grandma are raving about "These people nowadays pushing their politics and gay agenda." I don't know how to react, so after a few minutes, I turn around and go back upstairs realizing what could have happened that night.

Luckily I came out later on to my dad and my siblings have already known for years so I felt less bad. But overall it really felt odd when I was put on the spot like that and then hearing my family talk like that. Like-... It felt like something you hear about on TV shows and go "That's such a contrived scene that doesn't happen in real life." And in that moment I was processing the whole scenario and less if I wanted to come out or not.

So anyways probs going to avoid Thanksgiving moving forward for multiple reasons, but mainly for the fact that I can't stay in the closet anymore bc I've been out for too long and I WILL get into arguments over gay/trans rights without thinking bc I'm tired and bad at staying in the closet. And the few ppl in my family who know other than my sibs have reacted oddly to horribly. And I really would prefer not being ostracized from the family whose already pretty sure I'm somehow gay bc I didn't pray enough or something rn bc I'm tired and in an unstable place that if I need to stay with a relative I'd like not for it to be being hate crimed 24/7. But I live in a different state than my family now and much better for it.

I have a good group of friends that are family to me now and I know I'll be okay. And I'm happy and living my best life rn and enjoy every day I'm being myself around ppl who accept and love me. But it still hurts to think about some days y'know.

TLDR: My preteen cousin asked on a whiteboard "R U GAY?" two years ago and I nearly outed myself on Thanksgiving to my religious homophobic family, bc I didn't realize he was doing a middle school prank.

#TLDR at End.#Just wanted to get it off my chest bc it's rlly coming to mind rn.#thanksgiving #gay cousin #gay thanksgiving #lgbtq+#lesbian #nonbinary #aromantic #asexual #aroace #cupioromantic #ose

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your-local-scene-emo · 3 months

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Hiii!!! Its me again.

Can you do hcs for scene kid! Alex kralie making a bunch of bracelets (I belive yall call it candy?) For his punk! S/o (they them) and fussing over how he cant choose a design to stick with,so he just does as Many as he can and gives them to his s/o, telling them that they can just use one of the Many bracelets.

But jokes on him,cuz his s/o shows up the next day using them ALL and it covers all of their forearms.

Thanks!!

SORRY THIS TOOK SO DAMN LOOOONG and yes it's called kandy :) also it's they/them pronouns if thats ok, i can change it if you'd like please don't be afraid to reach message me. alex was annoyed and frustrated, he was making kandy bracelets for his S/O, but he didn't know what color they wanted, or what design they would enjoy. alex groaned in frustration, dropping the pink and black bracelet on the carpeted floor. he lays down on the ground, his hands over his eyes as he tries to think about what his S/O would love. sure they would love whatever he made for them, but he needed them to be special. maybe he would just make a bunch of different colors and let them choose? alex smiled, sitting back up and finding the confidence to make more. he made a neon green and black one, pink and black, rainbow, S/O's pride flag colors (idk if you want that i just thought it was cute), black and white, pink purple and black, and neon yellow and black. after all of them were made, alex scheduled a date to meet up with his S/O to give them the kandi.

((time skip to date)) alex drove to ((place of choice)), meeting his S/O there. he wore his favorite outfit, and so did they.

"hey Y/N, how are you?" Y/N smiles, sitting down next to him. "great alex, how about you?" Alex's cheeks got a little red, nodding. they were so kind to him. (not trying to make ur personality inaccurate AAA-)

you smile, taking his hand, your spikes brushing up against his skin. you didn't notice, but he sure as hell did. maybe it wasn't the best time to mention bracelets. you two talked for a while. you guys talked about how you were, what you were doing, whatever couples do. but finally it was time to end the date, but alex had one thing he needed to give to Y/N.

"hey Y/N, before you leave i need to give you something, i-i didn't know what you wanted so i kinda did a lot of them, you can chose but uh." alex stalled for a little while, before you finally got it out of him and he pulled out a little plastic baggy of kandy bracelets of all colors. you thanked him, being sweet to him and expressing your gratitude towards the gift.

tomorrow you two would go to the mall, but alex was not ready for what would happen.

(time skip, yall going places)

alex met you at where you two would meet up, at the food court. he smiled once he saw your face, but when he saw your arms he could feel his face begin to burn up. your arms where covered in the kandy bracelets he made for you yesterday. you smile sweetly at him, ruffling his hair. his reaction was cute, spending the whole day with his hand wrapped around your wrist because he just loved the fact it was on there. he fidgeted with your kandi if he got anxious around people as well.

#scene #punk #x reader #scene alex kraily #alex marble hornets #kandi

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midnightmoonytales · 2 years

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You cannot tell me Snape would not be like Mr. Darcy. Just imagine!!!

I'm a wh0re for pride and prejudice and who better to recreate my favorite scene with other than Snape himself. This is my take in it:

for my beloved @verygayauthor happy earlier birthday

A/n: i made this in the middle of work- I totally have my priorities straight. [all jokes aside, I finished all my work and most of my homework during it] - and the wifi here went out so-

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Coming from a family of 6 made you headstrong. I was third in line to get married, after Analise and Jacqulyn. I didn't think I was ever going to find someone, everyone was either a little less handsome (YALL ARE ALL MF GORGEOUS) or just internally dreadful. Especially, Mr. Darcy, full of so much pride.

Sitting at your father's legs, arms resting on his lap. "Papa." You muttered, eyes tearing up. "We all misjudged him, papa, I more than, anyone. " Your father's hand resting on top of your hand, "He has been a fool about many things, as have I." You admitted. Hands grasping at the fabric of your father's pants. "He and I are very similar, both so equally stubborn, papa." One hand lifting to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes. Laughing yourself, how foolish.

The sound of your father's wavering voice brings you from your trance. Looking up to see his eyes full of tears, scoffing as if he trying to hold his joy in. "You really love him?" He asked, happily but shocked. Peering up at your father "very much, papa." Exhaling sharply, "I could never depart from you; However, it seems I don't quite have a say. so I give my consent. Hugging him before running out, you hear your father's melancholy laugh coming from his study.

[now imagine this]

Sitting on the cool stone, Snape standing in front of you. "How are you this evening my dear?" He said, finally taking a seat. "Very well only I wish you would not call me my dear," I said, looking up at him. Even in these moments, he still towered over me. "why?"

"It is what my father always calls my mother when he is crossed about something." You said, leaning forward into him and giggling. Shortly after sitting back up, an inquisitive look was cast upon his face. "what endearments am I allowed then?" He said.

"y/n, for every day," you spoke, pausing while thinking. "My darling for Sundays, and Ma Moitie but only on very special occasions." You spoke, head tilting back every so slightly to take in his features.

"And what shall you when I'm cross Mrs. Snape." The way his eyes seemed to be sparkling with thousands of little stars. Months and months of bickering, disagreement, hurt, love, and betrayal all led to this moment. His calloused hands enveloping yours into a loving hold.

“No” gasping for air that you didn’t know you were holding, “no.” Looking down at your connected hands, running a finger down his index. The feeling of rough calluses rubbing against your finger, send chills down your arms. “You are only allowed to call me Mrs. Snape when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.”

Severus hands rubbing soft circles in the middle of your palm. “And how are you today, Mrs. Snape.” Lifting his hand to push hair behind your ear, planting a small kiss on your forehead. “Mrs, Snape.” Leaving a kiss on your right cheek, “Mrs, Snape,” another gentle kiss to your left cheek. “Mrs. Snape.” He said finally, a soft but passionate kiss was placed onto your lips. Wishing for this to never end.

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Y’all- that was not my best work. The audacity I have to not make better- but this is dedicated to my best friend, who birthday it is. @verygayauthor. Thank you for being the bestest friend ever and dealing with all the chaos that happens when we’re together.

#serverus snape x reader #snape fanfiction #severus snape #professor snape #snape x reader #snape imagines #snape fluff

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tiny012 · 4 months

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It was a question asking this question about what version is Naoko's "final" word on Sailor Moon.

Which to me I put Crystal for the simple reason it's a couple scenes (especially the last one in Cosmos before post credits) that are in there that I think it was something she wanted to do in the manga but didn't have time to do or clarify which Crystal does.

Which a person had to say this.

Which just had to put the 90's anime in it. You just can't not have a convo about the Manga and Crystal without dipping the 90's anime in there.

Which I already wrote post disagreeing about this anyway. It didn't play out better when it comes to the ending. (Which is here)

Which another person said this..

Always have to kiss the 90's anime ass but thankfully giving props to PGSM.

Then they got into a convo which I think need to talk about it.

I mean a team writers is what the 90's anime had but the problem was the fact it feels like they was not on the same page. Then the fact it's a magical girl show for girls and women and it's only 3 women in that writers room who wrote 46 episodes over the span of a 200 episode 5 season show.. Meanwhile it was 7 men who wrote 154 episodes and the movies over the span of 200 episodes.

Megumi Sugihara 31 Episodes

Genki Yoshimura -14 Episodes

Mutsumi Nakano-1 Episode

7 Males ( 154 Episodes plus 3 movies and specials)

3 Females (46 Episodes)

All for having a team of writers don't get me wrong but they need to be on the same page.

Meanwhile the Manga is written by one woman for 60 acts and story stories and PGSM was also written by one woman for 50 episodes and Special act. Which to me both of those flowed better and was a better structured story.

Like I keep saying about PGSM.

PGSM did what the manga didn't have tell to do and the 90's anime fail to do.

Also with Crystal as whole I love it at what it was trying to do but sometimes I felt like it didn't " get" what Naoko was trying to do. The writers didn't "understand" the manga.

But let me talk about this tweet specially

Umm

Manga/Cosmos

Sees Chibiusa leaves from the future after her training

Sees Chibs get greeted by her family with roses.

Something going on with the present which Chibiusa wants to go back but her mom says no by trying to protect her becasue she doesn't even know what the fuck is going on.

Diana goes back but something happens to her.

Chibs really want to go back which her mom finally agrees which shows that she's ready which she goes back with the Sailor Quartet who has finally awaken in the future.

Chibiusa and Sailor Quartet assist Usagi which the Sailor Quartet kills Sailor Heavy Metal Papillon.

Tells Usagi that it's not really girls and Mamo because they are dead.

Witness Usagi killing them and then witness Usagi and Galaxia fight.

Have a little convo with ChibiChibi asking who she is since she's showing she got power.

Sees Mamo being dropped into cauldron which she fades. ( Which this targets Usagi losing control of her power)

The Sailor Quartet talks to Sailor Moon Cosmos which she tells them about what Usagi just did in the Cauldron, a little about herself, and then sent them back to their time.

While Usagi, Mamo and Girls are in the cauldron, she tells them that she see them in the the future.

Hints at the Usa/Mamo wedding that she is pregnant with Chibs .

90's anime

Leaves after the Nehellenia arc in StarS and never to be heard from again which is offscreen about her leaving.

This is the last time we see her in the 90's anime. Episode 172 The last shot and last line of Chibiusa in the whole series is in a circle after Nehellenia get her redo saying " I hope she will be happy." after that woman tried to kill her twice.......

Which episode 173 it is mentioned she went back.

Compared to ( Spoilers)

You are really pressed and say Cosmos is rushed when they didn't show her embrace Usagi, Mamo or everyone else but tells them " Hey I see yall in the future." after we see her in and out of that arc and seeing her growth meanwhile in the 90's anime she just leaves after the Nehellenia arc in Stars never to be heard from again? Which she doesn't come back to help at all. Which we don't know what's going on in the future?

Yall make it make sense.

#tanya rants about SM

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secret-kpoplibrary · 2 years

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Inspiring Romance Pt. 10

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: well- there's a sex scene so- oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it yall), praise, body worship, degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation/multiple orgasms- it's my usual real nasty shit lmao

Genre: fluff & smut in equal mostly measure

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

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"I love you." Yoongi says quietly and you can all you can do is blink at him in shock. You couldn't have guessed that was the thing Yoongi wanted to tell you.

"You- you what?" You whisper as if speaking any louder will hurt one of you.

"I love you. I love the sound of your voice and the way you laugh. I love the faces you make when you're lost in a book. I love how passionate you are about the things you like. I even love when you tease me for being a dick. I love you."

"I- I love you too. Even though you are a dick sometimes." You chuckle a little.

"You do?" He smiles brightly, bigger than you think you've ever seen him smile.

"Yes Yoongi. I do. Don't worry I'm as surprised as you are." You shake your head.

"You ruined it. Couldn't you be nice for five minutes?" Yoongi pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"Let's be real Yoongi- I wouldn't be me if I was nice through this whole dramatic confession moment." You say draping your arms loosely around his shoulders.

"You're so annoying." He scoffs.

"And yet you love everything about me." You tease.

"I'm about 10 seconds from taking it back."

"You can't do that. Sorry, it's illegal. I literally could have died today."

"I wouldn't have let that happen." Yoongi says with a small frown.

"I know, it was a joke. Stop frowning." You tell him kissing his pouty lips lightly. He jolts back slightly in surprise and blinks at you with his mouth ever so slightly agape. "Are you alright Yoongi?" You giggle at the look on his face.

"You kissed me."

"Am I not supposed to? I figured it would be okay- what with your confession a few minutes ago."

"I just- didn't expect you to."

"Well you're not frowning anymore so- it worked. You look like the shocked emoji now. It's cute. You're cute." You laugh.

"Are you usually this giggly with people you like?"

"It's been a long time since I've liked someone, I honestly don't know. Maybe it's just a you thing." You shrug.

"I'll be honest, I quite like it. It makes me feel a little better about how much I like you. I couldn't have guessed this is how confessing to you would go. I actually wasn't going to confess to you at all honestly so I get why you were so surprised, I tried to hide it because I didn't think any good would come of telling you- but the whole time I just kept thinking if I never saw you again I'd regret not telling you the truth, so after everything that's went down-"

"Yoongi." You cut his rant short by tilting his head to look at you because you're sure he could go on for the rest of the night if you let him.

"Yes?" His answer is breathy, probably because saying so much so quickly left him a bit out of breath.

"Just kiss me." You tell him holding his face in your hands. Yoongi stands and pulls you flush against him as he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is hot and forceful as if Yoongi is trying to feed every emotion he has with this one kiss. One hand leaves his face to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at the intensity of his mouth against yours and the groan he lets out makes your skin prickly in a most enjoyable way. Yoongi's hands tighten at your hips as he kisses you until you're pulling away to breathe.

"Happy now?" He asks, his voice hoarse and quiet.

"Not even close." You smile pulling him into another kiss, shorter this time because Yoongi's laughter interrupts.

"I like kissing you y/n but what's going on with you?" He chuckles grabbing your wrists to hold your attention. He sits back in his seat at the island.

"I dunno, maybe it's the whole being kidnapped thing." You joke with a shrug.

"Getting kidnapped has you feeling frisky?" Yoongi smiles.

"Yeah maybe." You say giving Yoongi kisses between your words.

"Y/n, love, wait a second." Yoongi chuckles.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop." You smile brightly.

"You don't have to stop but if you plan to go any further- I'm not having our first time be in the kitchen." He tells you.

"Oh." You feel your cheeks warm slightly.

"Do you want to go any further?" He asks, looking at you intensely.

"I-"

"We don't have to. We can just stay here and keep kissing if that's as far as you want to go. I won't push you baby." He says. You tug Yoongi's hand to get him out of the chair and take him upstairs.

"Your room or mine?" You ask him at the top of the staircase. Yoongi wraps his arms around you, hugging you to him with your back pressed against his chest.

"Wherever you would be more comfortable lovely." He says kissing your shoulder. Your room it is. The two of you've spent tons of your time together in there already anyway. You pull Yoongi into your bedroom and kiss him again, allowing him to walk you backwards until your legs hit your bed. Yoongi nudges your shoulder for you to lay back on the bed and climbs over you, kissing you again. Yoongi's lips trail to your neck and he quickly finds the spot there that has you tightly gripping his shirt.

"Oh- that feels good." You sigh as Yoongi paints your throat with blooms of red. Yoongi chuckles against your neck.

"Yeah?" Yoongi muses pulling at the end of your shirt. A moment of panic has you flipping Yoongi, a thing you're sure you only manage because you shocked him. You shocked yourself too but you hide your face by coloring his neck with hickeys to match yours.

"Y-y/n, fuck." Yoongi's sentence devolves into a moan. You're sure Yoongi was going to say something about your filp, but his hands on your hips tell you he's sufficiently distracted. Yoongi sits up to help you take off his shirt when you tug on the end. You trail kisses down Yoongi's chest and stomach, enjoying the way the muscles tense and relax under your touch. He hisses when you nip at the skin near his hips as you undo his belt and tug down his pants and boxers.

"Watch it." He warns and you giggle in response as you take him in your hand. He takes in a sharp breath when you squeeze him gently. His length is heavy and hot in your grip. It's red at the tip and Yoongi gasps when you lick it from base to head.

"Fuck." Yoongi grunts, his hands gripping the sheets tightly when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. You bob your head at an even pace, watching Yoongi's reactions closely. His head is tipped back, his mouth has dropped open, and his fingers are twitching to touch you but he wants you to control your movements. Yoongi's legs tense beneath your hands and in the next moment he pulls you off of him by your shoulders.

"I'm naked and you are still fully dressed." Yoongi says grabbing the hem of your shirt. You push your lips against his but Yoongi is having none of your distraction this time.

"Y/n, lemon drop, what's going on? We don't have to do this if you don't want to you know." Yoongi frowns.

"It's not that I don't want to it's just- well I guess I'm a little nervous." You mutter.

"Nervous? Why?" He asks.

"I hate to say this actually I'm just- paranoid you won't like the way I look." You say quietly. You're embarrassed to admit it, most of the time you're happy with the way you look, but you'd be lying if you said Sunwoo didn't get in your head a bit. You know Yoongi isn't him but what if you actually are hard to look at without clothes. You don't think you'll be able to handle if Yoongi has an adverse reaction to your body.

"Y/n!" Yoongi shakes you.

"Sorry- did you say something?" You blink at him and he lets out a little laugh.

"Looks like I lost you for a moment there lemon drop." He says.

"I- I'm sorry, it's stupid. I feel silly." You shake your head.

"You're stuck in your head. It's not silly and your feelings are never stupid. But I'll remind you, darling, I did tell you that I love everything about you. And I, wasn't, lying." Yoongi says, punctuating his last sentence with kisses between his words.

"Yoongi-"

"Let me prove it to you my lemon drop." Yoongi hums burying his head in your neck.

"What if you don't-"

"I want to see you. All of you, will you let me?" Yoongi asks you. You nod shyly. "I need words lemon drop."

"Yes." You reply breathily. Yoongi slowly peels your shirt off of you and your shorts are quick to follow. Yoongi unhooks your bra with ease and he takes a long moment to look at you. You try hard not to squirm under his gaze.

"Beautiful." He says kissing you gently. When he pulls away, he ducks his head to pull one of your nipples between his lips while his fingers twist and pull the other until both are erect. Your hand goes into his hair as you arch forward towards his mouth. Yoongi's free hand dips between your thighs, gently stroking you through your underwear. "You're already so wet for me baby." Yoongi mutters against you.

"Yoongi- more. Please, I want more." You whimper, tugging his hair.

"God I love you." Yoongi says kissing down your abdomen. He tugs your underwear down your legs and kisses his way up your legs, covering your thighs in more love bites. One more whine pushes Yoongi to finally lick a stripe against your slit. He immediately wraps his lips around your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time he inserts two fingers inside you, he curls them immediately, finding that spongy spot that tightens the coil quickly.

"Oh fuck." You moan loudly, arching towards his mouth as your fingers tug at his blonde hair.

"You taste so fucking good baby." Yoongi groans against you.

"Y-Yoongi I'm close." You whimper, under other circumstances you might be shy about how quickly Yoongi is bringing you to the edge but it feels so good you can't bring yourself to care.

"You're close? Wanna cum for me lemon drop?" Yoongi grunts, licking at your clit between his words, fingers still stretching and toying with your inner walls.

"Y-yes." You whine breathlessly, squirming against his tongue.

"Go ahead baby- lemme taste you." Yoongi says, coaxing your orgasm out of you with a few sucks of your clit that have you tumbling over the edge with a low moan. Yoongi's fingers continue to pump in and out of you until your breathing steadies slightly. "I love these too." He tells you as he takes a moment to cover your thighs in hickeys as he watches the way your chest rises and falls. "Fucking gorgeous." Yoongi says coming up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips as his tongue tangles with yours.

"Yoongi- please, please fuck me." You mutter against his lips.

"Greedy girl." Yoongi teases even as he lines himself up with your entrance. His first thrust is slow, making you feel every inch as he stretches you with his dick.

"Fuck." You whimper breathlessly at the feeling of him filling you completely. Yoongi's head drops when he bottoms out, his breathing harsh against your neck at the way your warm heat feels around him.

"Holy shit you feel so good." He groans pulling out and rocking his hips forward back into you. He does this a few times, slowly filling you until you start to whine for more.

"Yoongi- more, please- need more. Fucking wreck me." You pout at him, grinding your hips up against his. Yoongi's hands grip your hips tightly,

"Wreck you? That's what you want baby? For me to completely ruin you? Fuck your pretty pussy until you can't take anymore? Really?" He asks you, his eyes darkening.

"Yes Yoongi. Need it so bad." You groan, pouting more now that he's stopped you from chasing your own pleasure.

"Your wish is my command." Yoongi says immediately changing the pattern of his thrusts, harsh and fast bed shaking movements that have you arching your back. "I'll make this gorgeous body of yours cum so many times for me you'll be shaking before I'm done with you." He grunts, thumbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Holy fuck!" You jolt at the sudden contact to your clit. Your hands wrap around him, scratching red lines down his back as he fucks into you.

"Such a pretty little slut, begging to be absolutely ruined." He coos at you as you writhe beneath his ministrations. "I want you to cum for me lemon drop, lemme feel your pussy squeezing my dick hm." He increases the pressure against your clit.

"Fuck- fuck I'm close Yoongi." You force out, your body tensing with the force of your impending orgasm.

"Let go for me baby." Yoongi coaxes and the strain in his voice sends you to another orgasm quickly. "Fuck you look so pretty when you cum. You'll gimme another won't you baby?" He asks you.

"I want to- please make me cum again Yoongi." You whine desperately.

"I will princess, gonna make you cum til it hurts." Yoongi's thrusts haven't slowed even a little as he continues to toy with your sensitive clit to drag another orgasm out of you.

"Shit- shit you feel so good Yoongi. The way you're stretching me out- I love it." You moan, your hands gripping the sheets by your head as Yoongi plays with your body. His other hand travels up to tweak one of your nipples, the added stimulation brings your third orgasm to a head without warning and you release with a shout.

"That's a good girl. Oh I could watch you cum like that all night." Yoongi praises as he continues to thrust into you, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Yoongi's fingers keep circling against your clit as you squirm beneath him. "I want another one baby, come on, show me that pretty face again." He mutters.

"F-fuck Yoongi- feels good- feels so so so fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good? Show me. Show me how good it feels. Cum for me." He tells you.

"T-too soon." You whimper.

"I don't think so lemon drop. I think you can do it. Don't you wanna be good for me?" He asks.

"Y-Yes, fuck yes." You groan at the overwhelming sensations.

"Then cum for me. Now." He grits out adding more pressure to the fingers toying with your clit. To your surprise, on his command your orgasm hits you so hard you see stars. "Good girl." Yoongi hums, though his voice feels far away as you ride out your fourth orgasm- or was that the fifth? You're too dazed to remember. Yoongi takes advantage of your blissed out state and flips you onto your stomach before you come down all the way, thrusting back into you, now chasing his own orgasm as you whimper helplessly into the sheets. "Fuck you feel amazing y/n, squeezing me so tight, and so good too. Taking my dick like you were made for it, letting me use you how I want. Like my own personal fucktoy." Yoongi grunts into your ear.

"Yes, fuck- yes. I am." You whimper, your words slurring together as your mind starts to go numb from pleasure.

"Aw- having trouble stringing together sentences baby? Someone's a bit cock drunk huh." Yoongi taunts.

"Yoongi- please." You mumble pointlessly, gripping the sheets desperately as he rails you relentlessly.

"Please what lemon drop? Use your words. Or are you too fucking blissed out to do that?" Yoongi's hand wraps around your throat and pulls you flush against him. "Fuck I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy so good." He grunts and the idea causes you to clench around him. "You like that baby? Wanna be bred? Fucked full of my cum? Bet you'd look so pretty all swollen with my kid. I can feel your cunt clenching around me princess. I know how badly you want me to fucking own you."

"Yes! Yes- fuck please!" You manage to get out- slurred and loud but intelligible.

"Shit I love the way you beg me princess."

"P-please Yoongi- wan ih so bah." You slur out between moans and whimpers.

"You want my cum that bad? Want me to fill you with it? Breed you til you're pregnant?" Yoongi taunts.

"Yes- please- yes." You whine out.

"You want it so bad- cum for me again baby. Gimme one last one and I'll fill you up like you're begging me to." Yoongi's fingers drop back to your clit. You writhe and squirm even as his hand around your neck holds you mostly in place. "Come on baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. I just want one more from you." Yoongi coos in your ear, toying with your clit until you're panting and shaking against him, cumming with a slient scream. Yoongi lets go of your throat and you fall forward to the bed as he takes your hips and focuses fully on his orgasm. His thrusts get sloppy quickly and soon he's stilling inside of you as liquid heat floods your walls. "Fucking hell." He grunts as his orgasm subsides.

"Lemon drop? You still with me?" He asks.

"Mmm." You answer though you meant to actually say yes.

"Alright well a shower is out of the question for now. Lemme just get a rag and-"

"No." You whine grabbing at his thumb as it's the only thing you manage to grab before he's out of reach.

"I will be right back sweetheart." He kisses your forehead and practically runs into your bathroom to grab a wet rag and gently clean you up a little. "See, I was quick." Yoongi chuckles when he climbs back into bed next to you and you curl into him.

"When you wake up I'm taking you on a proper date. We'll do whatever you want alright?" Yoongi says though he doesn't realize you've already fallen asleep. He looks down at your peaceful face and smiles to himself as he dozes off with his arms wrapped around you. Who would have thought his pops was right about you two being right for each other after all.

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Part 10/10

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#bts #min yoongi #bts suga #werewolf au #werewolf bts #yoongi x reader #plus sized yn #Inspiring Romance

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bamfbuddie · 1 year

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Hi hi, you asked on sunday to share my thoughts on the yesterday's episode. Honestly, it was ok. I expected a bit more than what made it to print. My thoughts are a bit all over the place, so forgive me a bit. Like finally we got a resolution for Buck's "who am I storyline" cause it's been seasons of him feeling neglected/abandoned ect. The grass isn't always greener on the other side type deal. The dad/son thing with Bobby is confirmed. But it's like, we knew. Or let me rephrase, I didn't need anything confirmed because it's been blatantly obvious. I was expecting more of the Chris scene, and it was like 2 secs. Everyone mad at the Buckley parents, but they were ok. They didn't run at the 1st sign of Buck barely alive, so that's good. And trust me I know from 1st hand experience blood doesn't necessarily make a family.

I think there was wasted Buddie potential here. I know people ate up the Eddie in Buck's room and stuff, but I go back to seeing it from the general audience point of view. There wasn't anything on the "live" portion of the episode pointing to them specifically. I mean Hen was in the room with Chris and Eddie bawling. If I saw that as a regular viewer, I wouldn't be thinking he's crying over the love of his life. Plus, it really bothered me that Eddie was "shown" as the guy who lost his son in Buck's coma dream. With the ways Eddie loves Chris, he would have done anything and everything to not let that happen. But it circled back to " I introduced Carla to Eddie". Yes, the episode put Buck as the glue to everyone but that rubbed me the wrong way. Plus no scene at all with Eddie and Buck who are supposed to be best friends? None, not even a fly by moving the camera from one side of the room to the next? Like yall aren't even friends at this point? Cause even a friend should have been shown alone with him even a few seconds. Hen and Eddie appeared when Chris was there. And Hen was already in the room when that happened - alone.

Sorry, see what I mean my thoughts are over 😂😂 I will say though, my buddie ticket was refunded at the station. Again I go back to the general audience perspective, nothing was shown as potential Buddie canon (trust me I live in tumblr and see all the comments and stuff seen from the Buddie fandom and you guys give me life🥰). I will be on the sidelines cheering if it does go canon but with KR at the helm, I don't see it happening. Yesterday's episode would have been the perfect moment or starting point of it.

I'll go back to thinking again now 🤣🤣🤣

Okay I just saw this.

But yes, I agree.

I loved that they 100% confirmed Bobby and Buck as father and son and yeah I really like that Buck finally has his parents back in his life and that they are trying to make up for the hurt they've caused him.

I agree that the Eddie losing Christopher in his coma dream was a little weird. Like Buck knows how much Eddie loves Christopher and he knows that Eddie would do everything he could to keep his son with him and if he couldn't there is no way he would've just stayed in Los Angeles while his son is in El Paso. He would've went back to be as close to him as possible.

I also agree that there should have been a separate Buck and Eddie scene, am I'm sure there 100% was but it got cut. Like not even in a buddie way but Buck and Eddie are best friends. I'm sure he would've liked to talk to his best friend alone.

I'd like to imagine that Eddie did talk to him and sit with him right after Athena left, telling him how much everyone wants him to wake up, how much Christopher misses him, how scared everyone is, and maybe even praying to a god he doesn't believe in that Buck wakes up.

Then Hen comes in and tells him that Christopher is out in the waiting room and Eddie just bolts while Hen sits with Buck and then later comes back in with Christopher.

Anyways, I really do think they filmed a scene with just Buck and Eddie but they probably needed to cut scenes cause it got too long and they decided to cut the buddie scene because they hate us and didn't want us to take it and run with it because they know we would have. So they decided to just use the one Hen, Buck, Eddie, and Christopher scene because they were emphasizing the Bobby Buck relationship in this episode.

I still hate the fact that Eddie wasn't at all shown in Buck's coma dream. Like he's a big part of Buck's family, like huge, and I think to just skip over him was really bad writing on their part.

However, to twist this in a positive way. I kinda do like that they didn't show Eddie in the coma dream because the part where Buck says he's not going back for them, he was talking about all the people in his coma dream and since Eddie wasn't there and he's a big part of Buck's real life...

Buck went back for himself and for Eddie.

#buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #9-1-1 #911 on fox #9-1-1 6x11 #in another life #gem babbles #gem answers #mulgoremisgivings #ask me anything

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incarnateirony · 2 years

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that's two blatant ass queer dean/destiel open promotion cycles on social media for two episodes and 2p0 is still making confused unga bunga noises on what's happening. Meg all "it's all about the narrative parallels" literally what I have been telling these morons for over a year while they dogpile me and deny it.

how long until they accept reality that they all fucked up, and that 2p0 isn't getting what he wants?

I really

really

hope you remember that "only jensen's opinion matters" take of yours. Truly. Because you know, that man doesn't exist in a bubble. he talks to people whether you know it or not. and boy son him innocently smiling at low grade crew is not the dunk you think it is. nor is any sad semantics about dialect going to change it for you, or aggrandizing a scene being moved to a later episode for flow only for it to come back around like my old script draft process post indicated. None of it is going to change the end of the road, my man

jensen isn't a pokemon. he doesn't stay in a little capsule outside of the world until invoked for articles or appearances. he has like friends, and opinions not recorded by the media, and conversations about shit. And these people don't all magically turn up in consulting credits. But these people also are never, ever fucking serpentine ladder climbing fans, not even ones like jules being used as a political badge she's too daft to figure out. They're real industry colleagues and friends. They don't want you fuckin gremlins knowing their real shit.

Catch up. the system is built for DECADES to screen out goblins like jules and leave them rotting at the bottom of shit mountain never to be hired on another project again

welcome to destiel town. if you look on the right you'll see your mountain of failures and to the left, all the blatant ass deancas shit and overt marketing for the whole show complete with dean winchester shooting rainbows out of his head and the main account, meg and danneel all online all acknowledging the parallels you guys denied this shit is about. Either get in the clown car to fix the narrative or get out.

i know you and wigglebox threw in all your clout chips and lies to high school drama me but kids, no matter what childish drama rings you run, reality is reality. sorry you burned your chips. they're my chips now.

hey banned stalky pololers, remember all my history about the gulf? Unless you think I lied for 6 years in advance you might want to tell 2p0 and jules and wiggs to stop fucking around. I know wiggs never had real access to the tea because she wasn't trusted then either, but a few might. genuinely funny that the same people that screamed "nono never add wigglebox back here she can't be trusted!" ran to her the second they were told to stop being assholes. They'll all eat each other in time.

now the whole lot has sold out so bad they're working with wincels and lowkey j2 tinhats to spread bitter narratives and try to maintain old fandom clout proxy Wiki breaking her NDA for 8 months running and it's just sad all around

it's okay, banned people. you can just say you're salty as fuck you bet on the wrong horse, don't have meaningful leaks, leads or access, and zero meaningful involvement, and have been flying blind driven purely by grudgewank you're trying to pose as about leaks, when you lied to your followers for 8 months about the pilot, consciously. People that were banned that WERENT dipshits and figured it out politely requested to come back and did, but yall are just digging a hole all the way to fucking china

i've got people i don't trust now banging on my doors demanding to know how i knew what i knew, about things that haven't even aired yet, that you guys aren't even aware of, to the point a person begged and pleaded and apologized for how they mistreated me to know, mentioned "they" (wiki) were laughing and i reminded i didn't care because i been through this rodeo with mary manchin too and these kids dont understand their capacity limits. Manchin was wrong, I was right, and history is about to repeat. That person got it straight from jensen too. So like. you guys can all sit here and deny into the void. it is what it is. you've lost.

your grudges and malice and parasocializations and bad M&G spins and your anger at not being involved or meaningful or even having info worth two shits and realizing your wiki line is even moot, that's your shit to unpack, but you won't. Because the second you guys unpack that, your server driven by vendettas, five year old gotchas and denial is going to fall the fuck to pieces.

you guys don't even have spn scripts to hock anymore and nobody cares. any new attempts at sekrit info you or 2p0 spin are moot because they're getting disproven in matters of days. The only sustainability is trying to pspsps people with jules feeding scripts as they air, and pretending she hasn't been feeding you shit under the radar the whole time. but nobody cares, because it's fucking airing, and so far only one account in the fandom has been able to accurately stay on track on what's happening.

figure it out, douchecanoes. we won't need your scripts for the arguments you'll try to make about the end of the road in denial. it's pretty damn clear. you might want them to try to find some semantics to argue but the rest of the world won't

and it won't matter how much the outdated but self proclaimed cool kids screech or cry or throw drama bombs or twist things or lie, we're going where we're fucking going, so if you guys just want to convert to an anti server now, just rip off the bandaid and get it over with.

kids learning real quick that just because you don't like a fact or a person doesn't make the fact or person untrue. It just means you've been on the wrong side. enjoy that.

#spnwin #for the creatives in the tag #your tech consultant is leaky af

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railingsofsorrow · 2 years

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all i do is try, try, try

[regulus black x james potter]

summary: james and reggie learn more about each other and some things come to light.

pairing: r.b x j.p

w.c: 6,8k

warnings/content: lily and james' so proclaimed “date”; remus and reggie actually talk; sirius is a not-so-bad brother; my dear pandora makes an appearance and regulus decides his future; discussions of running away; hints of child abuse; a bit of fist fighting.

third installment of the "mirrorball series"

part of “the taylor swift anthology

[chapter one; chapter two]

A/N: we've come to the last chapter of the mirrorballs series. I have this feeling of longing in my chest cause I loved writing this, especially because it involved two of my favourites characters in the hp universe :(

A/N: i'm thinking about writing some extras blurbs/headcannons based on this fic, what do yall think?

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Last Saturday. Seven-thirty p.m. The Three Broomsticks.

“I won't tell anybody, Potter. Don't fret.” Lily Evans rolled her green eyes with the tip of her lips raising slightly. “I'm not surprised. They have been doing that for generations.”

James bit his lip in thought, “Yes. I s'pose you're right.”

“I'm always right.” Lily shrugged, taking a sip of her cappuccino. James playfully scowled at the red haired, who smirked in response.

If you'd tell James Fleamont Potter that he would be having a completely platonic date with Lily Evans a few years back, he'd promptly print out the papers for the closer asylum in London. There was a time where James was a hundred and fifty percent into Lily, but now was not that time anymore. He didn't know what happened.

Deep down he did know but he wasn't ready to admit it out lout yet. All comes with great patience — as his mum always says.

Despite not being totally in love with her anymore-if he ever once was- he was happy they could be friends. Although Sirius would never believe that. James could see his face already.

“It's a nice change in you, Potter.” James blinked in surprise, looking away from the window. Snowflakes were getting stuck on it; he wondered if he could brush them out by the time they left the The Three Broomsticks or if they would have already melted. “Seeing you part ways with that Slytherin prejudice you had.”

James huffed, “I have no prejudice, Lily Flower. 's just not my fault some of them can't stop being dumb little pricks.”

She gave him a stern look and James gulped, recoiling his shoulders slightly.

“Alright then. I am glad about you and Mary though. Never thought-”

“What? Why- why would you be happy for me and Mary?” Lily stammered, almost choking on her drink. “We're friends. We're very good friends. Just like you and Sirius!” Not that James needed to know about the deeper feelings Lily Evans had for Mary Macdonald.

James stared at Lily strangely, “I know.” He said, “But I've never seen you being friends with anyone that actually likes Quidditch. Besides Mar.” His head tilted when Lily seemed a bit too relieved. He kept that question on his head until the end of their date, for some reason.

Until, it finally made sense. Just as it did with Remus and Sirius. God, he is so damn dense about romance!

“ You like Mary!”

“Shut up!”

Present time. The Great Hall.

“Did Reggie just replace me with Prongs?”

Sirius looked away from the conversation he was immersed in with Peter and Mary to stare at his boyfriend. “What did you say?”

Remus pointed with his chin to the scene at the end of the hall, where two boys were talking, one with green robes and the other with red ones. The Slytherin had his back turned in Remus' direction, but the dark curls and the way he behaved screamed Noble House of the Black. He knew that because of Sirius, of course. The way his boyfriend walked was the same his brother did, the only difference wad they way they spoke; Regulus recited the words as poetry while Sirius' had a careless attitude in his tone.

“That's not Regulus.” Sirius said, squinting a bit to see. The boys were too far to be able to be seen by anyone else with the clarity Remus specified.

Remus gave Sirius a blank look.

“What?”

“How come you don't recognize your own brother but I do?”

“I don't know, Moony. Maybe because you think you recognised him by only taking a look at him backwards and I actually know what he looks like.” Sirius mused, “Besides, why would be be talking to James of all people?” He turned back to the conversation a while later.

Remus kept his attention elsewhere. James and Regulus didn't talk. They didn't as much as glance at each other. And they didn't seem to be arguing given the body language and the— the smile on both of their faces.

His werewolf abilities were making him hallucinate because of the full moon. It had to be it.

Why else would Regulus be talking to James of all people?

Pandora Lestrange was the kindest soul to ever walk Hogwarts; at least according to Barty Crouch Jr. Regulus couldn't agree more. She had the power to lit up a room with her angel-like voice and her carefree attitude.

Pandora also knew whenever people were hiding something from her. She always knew. Call that a sixth sense, if you will. She didn't need to pressure much for Regulus to spill everything about his arranged marriage. One he had successfully delayed thanks to James.

"Hold on, Reg." Pandora cuts him off mid-sentence, "Who is doing this project with you again?" She must have misread, certainly.

“Uh, Potter.”

“Not James Potter?”

“Is there another Potter in the castle, Pandora?”

"You're being friends with James Potter?!"

The pale boy's cheek get tinted pink immediately, “Not friends. More of... acquaintances.”

Pandora puts a hand over her mouth, “I knew there was something there.”

Regulus' forehead creased, “What are you on about, Pandora? There is nothing—”

“...The way he kept looking at you in the halls...”

His eyes widened in clear surprise. “Pandora—”

“James has a crush on you, Reg!”

Regulus covers her lips with his hand right away, inspecting if anyone heard what she had shrieked out. “Are you insane?”

She blinks innocently, then shakes her head since his hands are still over her mouth. When he finds it safe to release her, she says excitedly. “Are you dating him? Is this why you keep meeting secretly on the Greenhouse?”

“No!” Regulus denies vehemently, “He's just helping me, that's all!”

The look she gives him combines with the words that leave her mouth, “This is how a love story begins, Reggie...”

He rolls his eyes, pushing his curls back. “Please. As if I'd have anything with a Potter. Besides, I'm already betrothed.”

“James doesn’t seem so happy about that either...” Pandora snickers, staring down at her drawing on her parchment. She really should start doing her homework at any moment now.

Regulus huffs, standing up, “You're delusional, Lestrange.”

“... And you have a crush on him too, Black. I know it.” Regulus left the Slytherin common room with a roll of his eyes. He neither denied it nor did he confirm the assumption.

Present time. Hogwarts Library.

“Lupin.”

Remus whipped his neck in surprise. There stood Regulus Black. The boy he hadn't seen in a while. The friend he missed.

“I forgot to give it back,” Regulus offered the book in his hand towards Remus, eyeing the empty chair behind him. “May I?”

He was so different from Sirius. Sirius wouldn't have asked, he would've just sat and started a conversation out of nowhere.

“Of course.” Remus straightened his back, closing the book he was reading. “You already finished it?”

“Yes. It's amazing.” Regulus gave him a small smile. “Thank you for recommending it.”

“No need to thank me for anything.” Remus shrugged, tapping his hands on the book cover. “How are you?”

“Fine.” Regulus shifted. “You? I see you have been commentating on the games now. Who told you that was a nice idea?” He said before Remus could reply, gaining a chuckle.

“James did, actually. He forced me into it. Your brother helped.”

“Of course he did.” He rolled his eyes, smirking slightly. Remus saw an almost fond look lighting up his gray eyes, he wondered if it was about his brother or someone else he mentioned. “You are doing a great job cursing in front of McGonagall.”

“Why do I have the feeling you are not joking?” Remus snickered as Regulus chuckled.

“Mhm,” Regulus played with the hem of his robes. “I wanted to- to apologize.”

Remus' eyes widened. “You don't —”

“I do need to.” He gave him a gentle smile, very distinct from the usual Black smirk. “I was rude to you last week and I didn't mean it. There were just some things in my head and I… I'm sorry, Remus. You're my friend, I shouldn't have treated you like that.”

“That's alright.” Remus responded kindly. “You're forgiven. I wasn't mad or anything, you know?”

“You couldn't be mad at me if you wanted to.” Regulus smirked, neck turning to the library entrance when he heard the disturbance caused by a certain group. His smile widened but he quickly hid it, standing up. “I will see you around then, Remus.”

“See you, Reg.” The boy waved him goodbye as the dark haired one walked out of the library. He couldn't help but notice James Potter with a lost gaze on the entrance. “Lost something there, Prongs?”

Peter was mumbling something to Sirius as they sat down on the table when James quickly wiped his head around, finally seeing Remus, who carried an innocent look.

“Ah, no.” James nodded to him, sitting down besides Sirius. “Just, looking for you. You're here.”

“I'm here. Yes.” Remus said. James saw a hint of something in his eyes and panicked, almost as if he had been caught for something by his own mum. He hadn't done anything.

“Where is your friend there, Wormy?” Sirius joked, not noticing the exchange between James and Remus. “Got wet by the rain?” Asked him, studied their surroundings for the paper plane Peter had charmed to follow him anywhere. Which had drenched in the rain when they were in their last Quidditch match.

Peter rolled his eyes, “Bugger off, Padfoot.”

They all laughed loudly, and not even the librarian made them shut up later. They were kicked out afterwards.

James Potter was conflicted.

He no longer knew what his body was doing at certain moments, especially his heart. Why the bloody hell did his heartbeat accelerated every time he saw green robes and dark curls?

He no longer had control of himself. He chose to ignore that for now.

“Are you ready to go?” James approached Regulus once his friends left somewhere else. He caught him alone, reading a book. It made sense that Remus and Regulus were friends, they both enjoyed reading a lot.

Regulus looked up, a slight crease formed on his forehead when his eyes met James'. He looked around, finding James' group of troublemakers a little bit far from them, talking.

“Reggie?” James lips lifted up a bit. “Are you lost?”

“Are you lost?” Regulus shot back, making a mental note to where he stopped reading to close the book. “Your friends are right there. I'm sure you didn't mistook me for Sirius?”

A roll of eyes was sent his way, “No, Reggie. You two aren't identical for that to happen. Only, maybe, from behind. You both walk the same, it is actually funny—”

“James.” Regulus deadpanned.

“Right.” The Gryffindor fixed his glasses, “We should carry on with our project.”

Regulus sighed, “James, you don't have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“I told my mother that I'd be doing a project. That was enough for her to leave me alone for a couple of weeks. We don't really have to do anything—”

“Yes, we do.” James interrupted him, crossing his arms.

Regulus gave him a blank look for being cut off. He hated when James do that, and he do that a lot.

“No, we don't—”

“I need help with the new DADA assignment and you're the best student in the class.”

A huff left Regulus lips when he was cut off again. “Remus can help you with that.”

“No, he can't. He's too busy wooing your brother to do anything else. I need your help, Reggie.”

Regulus groaned, pushing his hair back. His curls waving back right where they were before. “I don't need to know about their doings, but thank you, James.”

James took a step closer, causing Regulus to take a step back cautiously. “Why are you so far again?” He didn't need to explain it wasn't in the physical aspect. “We were having an entire conversation until last week. What happened? Did I do something?”

The younger Black slumped his shoulders, a guilty feeling creeping up in his spine. Why did he have to be so upfront about everything? And why did he have to have such pretty honey brown eyes? Slightly darker than Remus'.

Regulus realized that he had been thinking less of Remus Lupin these last few weeks. He would never admit out loud that this was thanks to the boy in front of him.

“No.” Regulus squinted his eyes at James. “Are your glasses crooked again? What did you do?”

James blinked in surprise when Regulus' fingers came in contact with his face as he slipped out his glasses.

He saw through his blurry gaze that Regulus had grabbed his wand. A second later he could see clearly again; with both lenses.

“Thank you.” James said, adjusting the glasses while blinking continuously. He was flabbergasted that he was able to see even better.

“You didn't do anything.” Regulus commented, staring down at the History of Magic book in his hands. Pandora's voice rang through his mind. James Potter has a crush on you. And you have a crush on him too. “We can meet after Quidditch practice if you'd like?” Regulus looked up, forcing his shy side away and putting his confidence persona first.

James was already looking at him. He seemed to be analyzing him, searching his features.

“James?” Regulus carefully asked.

James touched his cheek softly, Regulus almost had a combustion but didn't move, he froze.

“I hadn't see this one before,” James said, retracting his hand slowly. He lifted his eyes to gray astonished ones. “You have a small mole below your eye.”

Regulus let out a shaky breath, shifting slightly. James smiled softly. When he felt he was being watched, he looked behind the younger Black, to find Remus Lupin staring at them with Sirius, Marlene, Dorcas, Lily and Peter in a heated conversation by his side. He was the only one that seemed to realize James and Regulus at the end of the corridor.

James cleaned his throat, adjusting so Regulus could cover his best friend's vision of himself.

“We'll meet after practice, then. See you at the Greenhouse later?”

Regulus nodded and they parted after that. Werewolf's eyes following both.

Last Saturday. Seven-thirty p.m. Diagon Alley.

“Wasn't hard to figure it out, James.” Lily pulled her hair back due to it slapping her face all the time. “The way you look at him. I noticed.”

James flushed, turning his face to a clothing store. “I looked at you too. You never noticed that, did you?”

“Oh, I did. But you were annoying back then. A total idiot, too.”

James opened his mouth to protest but she carried on, “Now, you're not. You're okay, I guess. But it's not me you're looking at anymore, is it?”

He buried his hands in his jacket, breathing out as he searched around for something he didn't know what it was.

“Do you like him, James?” Lily asked, giving him a serious look. He met her gaze but quickly turned away.

“I never said I liked him. You just assumed—”

“You never denied it either.”

She giggled when he groaned.

“Why don't you act on it?” Lily widened her eyes as soon as she spoke, “No. Not like you did with me a year ago. Regulus doesn't seem like the person that handles extravaganza.”

James' cheeks were catching on fire as he adjusted his glasses, even though they barely bothered him anymore.

“He doesn't.”

“Which shows how completly opposite to Sirius he is—”

“No, Lily.” James cuts her off, tone upset. “He doesn't like me back.”

Lily blinked, then she stopped walking. James frowned when he didn't see the red haired by his side.

“What are you doing?” He inquired confused, seeing her frozen.

“Are you blind?” Lily asked, giving him a look of disbelief. James walked towards her still confused. “Merlin, James. He does like you back, you idiot!”

“Are you crazy?”

“No, but you're glasses are definitely not working. How can you not see?”

“See what, Lils?” James huffed frustrated. “There is nothing to see. We were just helping each other and now it's over because he doesn't even want to be around me—”

Lily groaned loudly, “He stares at you as if you created the bloody constellations, James.” Lily snapped, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

James narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. “No, he doesn't. And how would you know?” Lily crossed her arms, getting back to the slow walk as she ignored James promptly. He followed her quickly. “Do you watch us, Lily flower?”

“Stop it!” Lily shrieked, cheeks turning pink. “I just did it once because I was curious. You two never seemed to get along, so...” She shrugged, “I thought you were up to something.”

James chuckled, “Up to something?”

“You're always up to something, Potter.”

“Right.”

James frowned. He stares at you as if you created the bloody constellations, James.

No . I would've noticed . James thought. She's absolutely crazy.

Present day. Eight a.m. Outside Potions class.

Sirius Black didn't get along with his brother's friends. He could say that they didn't like him and that's why they didn't click with each other. But he would be outright lying; he didn't like them at all as well. The feeling was mutual.

Regulus' friends consisted of: Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lestrange and Dorcas Meadowes. The only ones he could tolerate were the last two, given that the others pretty much held countless fights and bickerings with Sirius over the years.

Sirius decided to follow his boyfriend's advice and try to figure out what was going on in his family as of now. To better say, what was going on with Regulus and what had his parents out him up to this time. As much as he didn't let it show, he cared about his brother.

He wished he had taken Regulus with him when he went to the Potters. He did. But the soft idiot still had hope in the ones he called parents. He wondered if the hope remained after Sirius left.

So, Sirius decided to talk to the closest—nicest—person to Regulus: Pandora.

The blonde girl that carried a dreamy-like gaze and a smile everywhere she went stopped by the bookshelf Sirius was leaning into.

Her head tilted as she analysed him up and down. Sirius cut to the chase.

“Hello, Lestrange.” Sirius pretended to choose a book.

“Hello, Black.” Pandora replied, a grin lifting her lips. “You need something, don't you?”

Sirius blinked in surprise at her bluntness. “Uh,”

“You either want to know about Reggie or James is trying to know it through you…” Pandora held the book against her chest, almost jumping in her step at the excitement cursing through her body. She was absolutely right, then. James Potter had a thing for her best friend.

Sirius almost got a whiplash. James? What would James want to know about Reggie?

“Is there something happening with him?” Sirius asked, deciding to ignore the other question for now. “I heard about a rumour. Wanna know if it's true.”

“The betrothal,” Pandora frowned sadly. “Yes. It is true. Your Mother is certainly… Much. ”

You can say that again.

“He's sixteen, Sirius. Reggie doesn't want to get married.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Sirius snapped, “It's not like I didn't try to get him out of there—”

“You didn't try hard enough then.” Pandora cut him off, walking towards him. Sirius stepped back. “He's your little brother, you know? Whatever your parents did it is not his fault. Stop acting like it is.”

“He was the one who chose to stay!”

“Then you have to be the one to pull him out!” The librarian's shush rang through the library, scaring some students. Sirius and Pandora didn't care. “Try again. He needs you. He always has.”

Sirius watched helplessly as she walked away. What could he do?

Later on that day. Peter, Remus, James and Sirius' Dormitory.

James cursed when Remus said his answer for the homework was wrong again.

“You can't concentrate,” Remus observed. Suspicious.

“Why can't you just tell me the right answer, Moony?” He whined.

“Because you won't learn like that.”

“I don't need to learn, I need to pass the year! How can we all be friends if I'm left behind because you didn't help me with this single homework?”

Sirius entered the room, not sharing a mere hello as he threw himself in his bed, face down to the mattress. Remus and James shared a look, forgetting their previous bickering.

“Pads?” James called.

“Sirius.” Remus tried.

Silence.

“Padfoot, what is it?” Potter sat on the end of his best mate's bed, eyeing him carefully.

“Did someone didn't compliment your hair in the hallway?” Remus teased, knowing his boyfriend would lift his head to show his indignant expression.

He didn't.

Remus was starting to get concerned.

That's when Sirius mumbled something that was muffled by the pillow.

“What?” James hissed as Remus got closer to Sirius, cracking the bed loudly.

“Take your head out of the pillow so we can understand a word you say, love.” Remus brushed the boy’s dark strands softly. When Sirius finally moved, they waited expectantly. Remus felt a tinge of something in his chest as he saw his conflicted features.

“It’s Reggie.” Sirius explained what he said before, passing a hand through his face frustrated.

James froze.

“What? What happened to Reg? Is he alright?” Both boys in front of him looked at him strangely. He cleaned his throat awkwardly, arching his back slightly.

“Mother is trying to make his life miserable and she’s probably going to succeed if i don’t do something.” Sirius shared a look with Remus. As if asking help me, what do i do? “He hates me but i need to do something. I can’t just watch anymore.”

“Then do something.” Remus agreed, not wavering the gaze they held. He was trying to give some assurance. “You want us to help?”

James didn’t think twice about agreeing. Pretending he had no idea what was happening, even if he did had an idea; the betrothal.

Sirius wanted to break Regulus out of the Noble House of Black, during next summer. So he could pick up some stuff of his in the meantime. When Remus asked Sirius the million dollar question “ does he want to leave them?”, Sirius responded with a harsh “i don’t know .”

“Of course he does. Do you’ve any idea how much bad stuff he went through in there?”

Again, Remus and Sirius gave him a weird look.

“And how would you know this, Prongs?”

“Right.” Sirius tensed while looking at James, as if he had finally found something he didn’t like in him. Something he had never searched for but was right there all along. “And Reg?” Black narrowed his eyes, “Since when is my brother Reg to you, James?”

Maybe James should’ve stayed quiet.

“Isn’t he Reg to everyone?”

“No.” Remus really was not helping him.

“Well, sorry. Should I say the full name then? Would you rather me to act as if i don’t know your name either?”

Remus cursed under his breath after James spoke. He really should have stayed quiet . Provoking Sirius on times like this was like asking for trouble. He felt a headache coming.

“What the hell do you have with my brother?” Sirius spat out, standing up. James gulped.

“Sirius-” Remus attempted to mediate.

“I asked you a question, James!” Sirius ignored his boyfriend, who sighed.

“And I heard you loud and clear, Sirius. Stop bloody yelling at me, i’m not deaf.” James snapped. He was starting to get upset. What was this territorial bullshit with his bother if he didn’t even spoke to him face to face? Planning to break him out of somewhere he didn’t lived on anymore, how exactly would this work? How long would this good-brother-persona last until Regulus was getting destroyed again? “We talk some times. He helps me with homework.”

Sirius scoffed, pushing his hair back nervously. “Why? Why Regulus of all people?”

“He’s great at Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“Remus is too, why don’t you ask him?”

“Because i don’t want to!” James yelled, standing up too, leveling with Sirius’ height, which wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. “Merlin, stop being a fucking hypocrite just because someone was there for him when he needed. Just because it wasn’t you .”

Remus almost choked in his breath. This is when Peter walked in the dorm, happily talking about how he finally got the paper plane charmed to follow him anywhere. He stopped speaking when he noticed James falling on the floor with his nose bleeding and Sirius on top of him ready to throw another punch, and Remus tried to apart the fight.

“Wormtail, a little help?!” Lupin cried out, almost being punched in the middle. Peter unfroze from the spot and ran towards them, pulling back Sirius as Remus pushed James to the other side of the room. “Stop it! Stop it, you two!”

“Guys, what’s going on?” Peter asked in astonishment.

“How were you there for him exactly, James? Taking advantage does not require that much, you know?” Peter’s eyes widened as he held Sirius back helplessly. What were they talking about?

James almost got out of Remus’ hold when Sirius said that, anger firing through him. “I would never do that, you shithead!”

“That’s enough!” Lupin marveled, voice echoing on the room, silencing everyone up immediately. “This is childish, can’t you see? You’re making a big deal out of nothing!”

“Nothing-?”

“ I wasn’t finished, Black .” Sirius pressed his lips shut in a sneer, adverting his eyes. “What is the problem in Regulus talking to James? He talks to me, you never had a problem with that.” He turns to James’ red face, “And you, don’t judge what you don’t know. There is always two sides of a story. You can talk now, as civilized humans .”

“I don’t care because you don’t have second intentions towards my brother .” Sirius begin, directing a nasty look towards James, whose eyes rolled.

“That’s because I date you, Sirius.” Remus deadpanned.

“What does that mean?”

“What I said.”

“Who said i had second intentions? You think i’d hurt him?” James interrupted the bickering.

“You’re not fond of Slytherins.”

“Hell, why does everyone keep saying that?” James cried, “You’re not fond of them either, but that doesn’t mean i go punching every Slytherin I see in the corridor. I just fucking care about Regulus. It’s all!”

“You care?”

“I do.” James stared at the blood in his hand falling out of his nose. “And I won’t stop talking to him because you want me to.”

Sirius blinked. Remus switched the attention between the two like a match. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

“If you hurt him-”

“...Then I will throw myself out of the Astronomy Tower. Don’t worry.”

So, there was something going on. This is why Pandora mentioned James. This is why Remus stared at them in the hallway as if he knew something. Sirius had to start believing more in his boyfriend; he is not a know-it-all for nothing.

Present time. Greenhouse.

James Potter realized that Lily Evans was not, in fact, crazy.

How could you look at Regulus Black and simply not fall in love with his eyes, button nose, mouth... Everything?

He couldn’t care less about Sirius right now. Or that he was in love with his best friend's brother. Or that he's been lying to Sirius every time he asks where he runs off to after Quidditch.

Regulus was intoxicating to James. He could talk about him all day long and never get tired. Merlin, he was so whipped. And it wasn't even reciprocated. No. How could Regulus Black even feel anything for James Potter?

“James,” Regulus snapped two fingers in front of him. “Where did you go just now?” He had a teasing grin. James almost melted.

“Nowhere. So, question five, did I got it right?” James quickly switched subjects, leaning over Regulus scribbling. His handwriting was incredibly fancy. Exactly like James would think it would be. Like a true pureblood. James couldn't say that about himself, though. His handwriting was as messy as he was good at Quidditch.

“No, you mistook the spell name. But the rest is correct, so far.”

James grinned, proudly. Regulus looked up and immediate scoffed.

“That was thanks to me if you recall all our lessons?” Regulus pressed with a edge on his tone.

“Please, don't my efforts count?” James exaggerated in his gestures, leaning towards the smaller boy. “You can't simply forget all my hard work, Reg—”

“Of course,” Regulus rolled his eyes, resting his chin on his palm. “Hey, all of that flirting had to count for something, didn't it?”

James sighed shakily, studying Regulus' features.

“Why do you get quiet all of a sudden? Are you alright?” Regulus tilted his head, watching the boy's attention get lost somewhere inside his head. He didn't know it was lost in his eyes.

“No. I'm in love.” James said.

Regulus eyebrows shot up in surprise. “In love?” Then, his brain clicked and the surprise died down. “Right. Evans.”

“Not Evans. No.” James smiled at him. “Do you wanna know who it is?”

“If I say no will you move on from the subject?”

“It's you.” James let out in a daze, ignoring what he had just said. “I'm in love with you. Completely and utterly, Reggie. I can't deny it anymore.” The confession came out sooner than James planned it would. He figured he might as well get his heart broken like a bandaid. So the pain would go away faster, right?

He only hoped so.

“Are you high?” Regulus blurted out, frowning as he checked the temperature with the back of his hand on James' forehead. “You should be aware that Sirius gets his stuff from a not so reliable source—”

“What— What are you talking about?” James cuts him off, slapping Regulus' hand away.

Regulus stared at him in silence, “You're funny, James.”

“I'm being serious, Regulus.”

“No,” Regulus stood up, fixing his robe as he did. “My brother is Sirius.”

“Merlin, Reggie! Would you just listen to m—”

Regulus yanked his arm away once James grabbed it, “No. This is not funny, James! We're done here. Goodbye.”

James watched him walk away with his eyes widening. His brain and heart was a whirlwind of emotions; he wasn't thinking straight anymore.

“I love you!” He yelled, and Regulus stopped right before the exit of the Greenhouse. “I- I love you ever since I saw you crying here while yanking some plants because you were mad for what you had just seen.” James stepped quietly towards him, scared to frighten him away. He seemed to always do that. “I love you ever since we got to have a proper conversation for the first time. When I made you smile. When you let me close enough to see the color of your eyes, which still to this day are never quiet clear to me.”

“I've loved you ever since you told me to fuck off in our first Quidditch game against each other's teams. I just didn't know it yet.” James whispered the last part as he lifted his hand to touch Regulus' cold fingers. They were always cold.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” Regulus let out shakily. “James...”

“Hi,” James said, nose brushing against Regulus dark curls. “Can I see your beautiful face, please?”

Regulus turned around slowly, for James' demise. He looked up after swallowing hard, meeting honey brown orbs.

“You're so beautiful, did you know that?” James let out, brushing his thumb against the boy's cheek.

No, I'm not. Regulus' mind played.

“The most beautiful person I've ever met.” Regulus felt like crying whenever James spoke. He was so good with words. “I'm sorry if you don't believe me.” James concluded with a sad gaze, pulling his hand down. He'd rather not be reciprocated than to force himself on someone. James could settle for loving Regulus Black from afar, as he had done for the past weeks.

Regulus didn't let James turn away, grabbing his arm in impulse. They had a funny way of not letting each other go; a bit aggressive, although not enough to bruise.

“Do you mean it?”

James tilted his head.

“Of course I mean it. Can't you see?”

“You can't love me,” Regulus blurted out, shifting uncomfortable while still touching James. “Not that fast.”

James shoulder's slumped and he felt a lump in his throat. That sentence almost made him feel mad. Almost. It was Regulus Black we were talking about, he couldn't be mad at him if he tried.

“Don't tell me what I can or cannot feel, Reggie.” James said softly, a tinge of something in his voice that Regulus couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Regulus finally — or not — released James' forearm, lifting both hands to his hair and pushing it back in frustration. His gray eyes were like a storm now. James could see himself drown in them without a second thought. “You don't know me, James!”

“I do know you. The parts you let me know, at least.”

“And you think that's enough to love someone?” Regulus scoffed, “Knowing only a few parts of them?”

“Show me, then.”

“What?”

James didn't approach this time, he buried his hands in the pockets of his robes, slightly nervous. “Show me all of you. The parts you haven't let me see yet. The parts you enjoy and the parts you hate. I know you think that there's nothing to love about you,” James said, remembering a few times that he had seen Sirius break down in his arms because of his parents. He knew Regulus went through the same. And he still hadn't got out of that cursed house. He was still there. How could he believe someone could love him if everything about love that was presented to him was in form of abuse? Should he even want to be loved if it was like that? “But, there's so much good in you. So much love and care and you just don't see it. Because you don't know how to see it, Reggie.”

“And you do?” Regulus asked, clenching his jaw. It was like he was stripped naked in front of James; he felt so vulnerable with everything that was being said. Nothing being a lie, but the pure truth.

“I don't know,” James responded to Regulus complete surprise. “But if you give me a chance we can try and figure it out together.”

The Black heir took a sharp intake of breath. Pandora wasn't crazy then.

Unless this is a prank. A stupid one. And I'm falling for it. His head said and his heart fought.

Regulus' brain was worst than when his mother yelled profanities at him.

“This isn't a prank, either.” James seemed to read his mind. “I can go outside and charm my voice so everyone can hear it—”

“Stop.” Regulus blushed.

“—and then you can finally believe me—”

“James!” Regulus pushed him back when he stepped to exit the Greenhouse. This insane bastard. “Don't be an idiot.”

James blinked, eyes widened. “I'm not joking—”

“I know!” He didn't. “I know, you idiot.” Regulus shook his head in disbelief. A rush of impulse came over his senses and without a warning he was kissing James Potter. Again.

James gasped when Regulus' lips crashed against his, but as soon as he felt a movement of space he held the boy's neck in place so he wouldn't be able to step away. And he melted. He melted in Regulus' arms with his soft lips and cold hands touching his waist and his big eyelashes tickling his cheeks.

Oh my, why did everything about him had to be so perfect?

Once their breath ran out, they split apart in-between little pecks as if they couldn't stay away much longer.

“I love you.” James kissing him again, “And you don't have to say it back.” He cupped the pale boy's cheeks, making him open his eyes to stare at him in confusion. “I am not saying it so you have to say it back, alright? I won't do anything you don't want me to as well. I just love you. That's it.”

“Shut up,” Regulus begged, squeezing James' red tie between his fingers so they could glue their mouths again. James hummed in contentment. “You never make me uncomfortable, James.” But I don't know if I love you yet. I'm sorry.

“Okay.” James grinned madly, blushing when they split apart. It was his time to be red. Regulus enjoyed that reaction.

“I enjoy being with you,” Regulus began, hesitantly.

“Reggie—”

“Let me speak.”

James clipped his lips shut immediately.

“I enjoy your company,” He repeated. “But I don't know if I— I just. I just have feelings for you.” James hazel eyes glinted with something. Regulus didn't know what it was. “I'm sorry.”

“You've got nothing to apologize for.” James smiled, pecking his lips. “As long as I can be with you then it is enough for me.”

“You're such a dork, James Potter.” Regulus rolled his eyes, flushing pink as James kissed him again. He didn't back away. He would never back away.

A loud ruffling outside made Regulus flinch. James cupped his cheeks, making him look at him again.

“So, can I be your dork?” A groan and a laugh echoed through the Greenhouse.

They laid by the window to watch the stars, although the sky was a bit cloudy. Regulus nose was buried on the croak of James’ neck as the other asked him about the constellations quietly.

“Sirius is planning to break you out of the Manor.” James let out without warning. Regulus inhaled slowly.

“ What? ”

“Not only him but me and Rem as well.’’

“No. Do you know how dangerous that is?” James frowned when Regulus tried to lean away. “My parents could kill you.”

“I’d die happily. We’d be a bit like Romeo and Juliet, don’t you think?”

Regulus lifted his head to give him a glare, James’ smile died.

“Where’s your sense of humor, Reg?”

“It will be in your grave when you try to break me out.”

“There it is.” James grinned, pecking his forehead.

“Please don’t do it? Tell my brother this is the stupidest idea he’s ever had.”

“This is actually the smartest.”

“James.”

“I’m sorry.” James smiled sadly, caressing his arm. “If you don’t want to, then we won’t do it. I’ll figure it out with Sirius.” Regulus adverted his gray eyes, leaning his cheek on James’ neck. “Do you not want to get out of there?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then…”

“It is not that simple.” Regulus commented, frowning.

“Didn’t think it was. But we have our ways.”

Regulus sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, James.” He whispered.

James tightened his embrace, “You won’t. I promise. But it is hurting me to see you suffocating over there. So, i’m gonna ask you again: Do you want to get out of there?”

“I do.” He hesitated. “I do.” He said more certain, curls falling on his eyes as he buried his face on James’ neck again.

Regulus was tired of trying. That was all he had ever done his entire sixteen years of life.

He had created a lot of masks, a lot of personas to be able to cope with the world. The perfect son. The perfect student. The perfect brother . Although he had failed admirably the last one, he was still trying a bit.

Regulus held onto a tightrope most of the time, planning every step, calculating every version he would use that day. It was absolutely exhausting. Draining, even. He dreaded looking in the mirror for he often didn't recognize what was on the reflection.

It was different with James. He had never faked anything. The only version he showed was the one he carried when he was alone; the angry and sorrowful boy he truly was.

Even after seeing it, James never stepped back. On the contrary. He walked closer.

Regulus didn't try with James. He didn't try to hide himself, he was bare. He was vulnerable. And it was the easiest and hardest feeling he ever took inside his chest. Regulus had never felt at ease with someone as he felt with James.

Regulus was tired of trying. He had been doing that his entire sixteen years of life.

But trying with James didn't seem too bad. It seemed great, freeing, actually.

It didn't feel like trying at all.

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