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I would absolutely devour an episode of Yellowjackets that started with the family members of everyone who was on the plane. It’s for sure a missed opportunity that we only got a few glimpses of some of the parents. What were their first thoughts? When did they know that the plane completely disappeared? First reactions? The phone ringing and it not being your kid telling you, they go there safety but instead it’s the police informing you that your child is missing.

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Regulus threatening to kill himself at every minor inconvenience and after the cave he threatens to go back there because watching everyone’s face fall is incredibly amusing

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i love how clearly awkward it is in the adult timeline whenever tai is with both shauna and van. like. that's your bestie and your girl and they DO NOT get along.

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tai was that baby’s father idgaf

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I believe that Steve is a massive fan of the band Queen (and also blondie but this isn't about that)

And even though Eddie thinks they're definitely overrated, he notices how damn happy Steve is when he hears any Queen song and now, he's gotta be the one to make that mans face light up.

So, after a long, long, excruciating amount of begging, Eddie has convinced his band to do him a favor. Steve regularly comes to their shows, even though their style of music is a bit edgy for him he loves seeing Eddie perform.

And Eddie can't hide his smirk when he sees Steve in that same booth he was always in, the blush going to his ears and his grin undeniably dorky and happy, as Eddie and his band sing Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.

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denial - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 203

“Hey, Rosie?” Barty said loudly, his sing-song voice grating against the quiet of the dorm. 

Regulus, who was trying to read and mind his own business, ignored him.

“Yes, Bee?” Evan replied, equally loud, and Regulus could tell from his tone that whatever they were going on about was obviously rehearsed, something to tease him. 

He rolled his eyes, but still stared down at his page. 

“What’s that river? Y’know, the massive one? In Africa?” Barty continued, voice so innocent it didn’t sound like his own.

“Ah, that’s the Nole,” Evan nearly-shouted back gleefully.

Regulus gnawed at his lip, trying not to respond to the obvious bait. But his fury at such obvious idiocy won out. “It’s the Nile,” he spat, his eyes closing with irritation.

“Oh, so like you, Reg?” Barty jumped in right away, voice jolting with mirth. “In denial? About your feelings for Potter?”

Regulus sighed, knowing he had nobody to blame but himself for falling into the trap. “I’m leaving,” he announced, voice brittle, as he marked his page and stood to leave.

“Off to find your boyfriend, then?” Barty yelled after him as Evan fell into a fit of laughter.

Regulus didn’t answer because the truth was…he was.

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artist : sybillgray

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denial - jegulus - background wolfstar - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 344

Sirius was pissed.

“Does it have to be me?” he asked Remus desperately, voice more like a whine than anything else.

“I think so, love,” Remus replied, smiling softly. “Prongs is smart, but he can be dumb, you know? He’s in denial. And I think if he hears it from you…”

He sighed. “I hate this. I am such a good friend.”

“I know,” Remus chuckled, kissing him on the cheek.

So Sirius found James. Predictably, he was sitting on a bench in the garden, watching Regulus read. Disgusting. “Walk with me, Prongsie,” he said, tone businesslike.

James walked with him, expression innocent.

It was when they’d gotten out of Regulus’s earshot that Sirius took a deep breath, and dropped the bomb. “James, people can be bi, you know.”

The other boy gave him a strange look. “Er. Yeah. I know. Are you saying you’re bi, and not gay?”

Sirius sighed, trying to keep his patience. Merlin, Remus was right–James could be so dumb. “No, I’m saying…you can like girls and boys. Or whatever.”

James blinked, face confused. “I know I can. Are you…giving me permission?”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that because in a sense he was, though his permission was only linked to one particular boy. “I’m saying,” he said through gritted teeth, grabbing James’s shoulders and turning him to face the far-off Regulus, who was still obliviously reading his book, “you like girls and boys.”

James froze, finally understanding. “I don’t…” he swallowed, brainvisibly buffering behind his eyes. “Oh fuck. I do!”

Then he panicked. 

“Shit, Sirius, don’t hate me! I didn’t mean to! Gods, he’s just so…so…fuck!” the taller boy whined, gesturing to Regulus. “Oh bloody hell, I’m so fucked.”

Relieved that the difficult part of the conversation was over, Sirius chuckled. “I don’t hate you, Prongsie. But yeah…I’d say you’re fucked. I’d suggest talking to Remus about it. He knows how to woo a Black, after all.”

Then he pushed a hyperventilating James in Remus’s direction, patting himself on the back for being such a wonderful friend.

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yearning is going to get me killed

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toast - july 25 - jegulus - black brothers - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 463

“I know this toast is supposed to be about the happy couple,” Sirius said indulgently, rolling his eyes and gesturing to Regulus and James, who were cuddled up at one of the tables, making eyes at each other, obviously over the moon about their wedding that would be happening tomorrow, “but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t steal some of the spotlight, you know? And since it’s just the rehearsal dinner, I don’t feel too bad about it.”

The dinner guests hooted and hollered, Marlene McKinnon shouting something rather crass that caused Sirius to wink in her direction. 

“Some people have assumed in the past that I would be mad about this little union. My baby brother and my best friend, you know? How dare they steal each other away from me?” he threw a dramatic hand over his forehead as Regulus rolled his eyes and James sent kisses to him. “And yes, sometimes I may get a little jealous–”

“A little?” Regulus cut in incredulously, drawing more laughter from the group.

“But,” he continued, throwing his brother a look, “what these two lovesick idiots don’t know is that they both owe their relationship to me!”

There was some stunned silence and a few awkward laughs. 

“Yes, you all know the story,” he said grandly, soaking in the spotlight. “We were on a camping trip the summer after seventh year. I tragically forgot one of the tents. ‘Oh, stupid Sirius,’ they said! ‘Whatever will we do?’” He beamed in James and Regulus’s direction. “Little did they know, I planned the whole thing! They had to share a tent, and they’ve been together ever since!”

Regulus gaped, while James burst out laughing. “No way!” the shortest man yelled out.

“Tell them, Moony!” Sirius demanded, gesturing to his husband.

Remus grimaced, clearly annoyed with having to get involved. “It’s true,” he muttered. 

The whole room gasped.

“See? So, while we’re toasting the lovely couple tonight, I think I deserve a toast as we-”

But Sirius had forgotten that Regulus was just as dramatic as he was. Red-faced and slightly tipsy, he stood from his chair. “Well,” he said loudly, face set. “What Sirius doesn’t know is that James and I were hooking up for most of the school year beforehand! The real toast should go to that bloody Cloak for getting me in and out of his dorm, actually,” he announced with a sadistic grin, watching as Sirius turned bright red. “Right, Jamie?”

Regulus turned to James, who was bright red and looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. But one look from Regulus, and he was talking.

James gulped. “It’s true.”

“So,” Regulus finished, grabbing his glass. “To hooking up in Hogwarts dorms!”

“Here here!” Marlene McKinnon shouted, downing her champagne.

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sirius and james doing a choreographed dance performance for their boyfriends in hopes of being rewarded with a sleepover

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i love too sophie

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MAGNUS AND ALEX OMG I NEED A MAGNUS CHASE AU WITH THEM THEY ARE SO FIERROCHASE!!!!!

Trans Regulus who gives James a mild sexuality crisis.

James, who's always thought of himself as straight, seeing regulus for the first time and just thinking god damn. He tried to explain it away, saying it was probably just his brain thinking of Sirius's sister, who he'd heard so much about. It would go away when he actually got to know regulus for real.

but when he does, it just makes him fall harder, he can't take his eyes off of him, he's handsome and brave and James could listen to him talk for hours.

But then James starts to spiral because what if he still unconsciously sees regulus as a girl?

Until Reg starts T. His voice deepens and his body fills out, and every time he raises his arms James can't look away from the happy trail peaking out from his waistband. And it's all becoming too complicated and James caves and breaks down. He tells regulus everything.

"So you're straight." Regulus repeats. "But you're in love with me?" He nods. "Well there's obviously only one thing you can do about that. "What?" James asks. "Well you need to kiss me. If you like kissing me then you probably aren't straight." And, James thought, that did make sense.

So Regulus kisses him.

"So?" "I think.." James lets out a shaky breath. "I think you need to kiss me again. To be extra sure."

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Sirius calls Remus “trouble” with a grin and a wink. 

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trip - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 693 - CW: drug use

The party was a kaleidoscope. Music thumped like a heartbeat in the floor, colors bent inwards, outwards, sideways. James was draped across a beanbag in the living room like a melted wax statue, a half-empty cup of god-knows-what in his hand, and a bottle of water someone kind had left beside him. The LED lights spun red, then blue, then both at once.

Time was a circle. Or maybe a square. Maybe it was Regulus’ eyes.

“Oi,” someone said, crouching in front of him. “You good?”

James blinked. “Sirius?” he slurred, grinning, pupils blown wide like eclipses. “Mate. I have so much to tell you.”

Regulus straightened, confused. “I’m not—”

“No-no-no,” James waved a hand, accidentally sloshing water onto himself. “Shhhh. You’re always so loud. You gotta hear this. It’s important.”

Regulus sat back on his heels, wary but curious. “Alright. I’m listening.”

James leaned forward, expression shifting into something grave, conspiratorial. “Your brother,” he whispered, like they were in church, or maybe prison. “Regulus. He’s so… he's so beautiful, Sirius.”

Regulus blinked slowly. “…Is he.”

“Like painfully beautiful,” James continued, clutching his chest with drama only a Potter tripping on acid could muster. “Have you seen his hands? He moves like a fucking poem. And the way he looks at me, when he does look at me… like I’m made of glass or maybe something worse. Like I’m already broken.”

A strange twist in Regulus’ stomach. He should say something. He should say anything. But James was looking through him, beyond him, to some imagined Sirius who had long ago given up listening to James' romantic chaos.

“And I try to be normal,” James babbled, “I try to be like, cool and casual. Like, ‘Hey Reg, want to study together?’ or ‘Hey Reg, want a coffee?’ But then he talks, and I’m like, oh no, there goes my brain. It's just—” James snapped his fingers, “—gone. Poof. Because his voice is silk wrapped around a knife, and I like the stab.”

Regulus swallowed hard. “That’s… a very specific metaphor.”

James pointed at him, eyes wide. “Exactly, Sirius. You get it. You always do.”

“I… really don’t.”

But James wasn’t listening. He looked around as if the walls were whispering secrets. “I think I’m gonna die. But like, romantically. Of longing. He’s so… untouchable. Like a sculpture in a museum. Or like, the last cookie that you could take but you shouldn’t. You know?”

“I have… no idea what you mean,” Regulus said, but his voice had gone soft.

“And even if I told him,” James continued, “he wouldn’t believe me. He’d probably just roll those stupid pretty eyes and say I’m being dramatic. But it’s not drama. It’s true. I’d eat glass for him. I’d learn French for him. And I hate learning.”

“James,” Regulus said, a little breathless now, “It’s me.”

James tilted his head. “What?”

Regulus leaned closer. “It’s not Sirius. You’ve been talking to me this whole time.”

There was a pause. James stared at him, blinking very, very slowly. Then:

“…Oh.”

Silence.

Then James let out a long, slow groan and collapsed backward into the beanbag. “Oh nooooooo.”

Regulus tried very hard not to laugh. “You okay?”

“No. I just confessed I want to marry you and have your weird little French babies and you weren’t even Sirius.” He covered his face. “I’m gonna throw myself in a river.”

Regulus, still crouched beside him, pulled James’ hands gently away from his face. “Well… I’m not exactly mad about what you said.”

James blinked up at him again, stunned. “Wait, you’re not?”

Regulus shrugged, cheeks slightly pink. “Your metaphors were weird, but… I liked them.”

James sat up slowly, suddenly very serious despite the rainbow glitter swimming in his vision. “Wait—Regulus. Do you like me? Like, like me like me? Or are you just humoring the crazy man?”

Regulus tilted his head, then reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind James’ ear.

“I think,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “I’d like to try being the last cookie.”

James exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all year.

Then, he promptly fell off the beanbag.