#Layla and Coop

[fruitcoops]

Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

[prettyshon10]

Given that I’m currently rewatching the show, I’d like to jump on this.

Billy dying was foolish

I don’t know what exactly the budget looked like the last 3 seasons, but everybody staying at the Beach House/Baker House wasn’t cute, either

Post season 3, a lot of characters should’ve been phased out. A lot.

Coach Kenny gave nothing

I lowkey still don’t like Carter

That article storyline for Olivia was STUPID

The revisionist history of the last couple of seasons was ridiculous and insulting

I don’t buy Jordayla as a couple. Let alone a healthy one.

Layla should’ve been given a love interest outside of the friend group (*cough* Clay *cough*)

On that note, I also hate the “Vortex”

Seasons 5 and 6 were a major waste of time

Jordan is downright intolerable and it’s unfortunate

The way they handled the draft was DISGUSTING and will forever piss me off; I could literally write a paper on awful that was

I’m Team Spelivia all day, but I don’t at all agree with the notion that Layla was an obstacle

The focus shifting from football (more specifically, the MAIN CHARACTER and his football journey) hurt the show

The writers’/NK’s obsession with making Spencer struggle in dang near EVERY aspect of his life was exhausting and not at all the serve they convinced themselves it was

[userlaylivia]

ALL MY ENDGAME COUPLES LAYING TOGETHER (PRETTY MUCH) I'M SCREAMING!!!!!!!

[lingeringscars]

This is so dramatic after a 10 second clip, but I am literally so proud of layla. She didn't talk to anyone until she was in literal crisis in s2 and s4. Now a day after she recognizes her feelings, she's naming them, saying them, and crying about it to the person she trusts more than anything. She's gonna still struggle with throwing herself into work to manage, but she's come so far.

Layla is someone who feels so much and keeps everything close to her chest, never believing that people care enough about her and always coming second, so never trusting that what she's going through actually matters to them and focusing more on helping them through (I care a lot about how this impacts early layliv bc them having the same perceptions). But she has a support system that she can rely on and be vulnerable with, and that's absolutely everything for her.

[consoledacup]

This is an incredibly subjective question about acting. But for aa, what do you think is each actors strongest acting moments on the show for their characters and do you think each actor is better with lighter or heavy material or both? I only ask because opinions on acting is such a subjective thing, and you always have quite thoughtful opinions on the show. One person can see incredible where others see undetwhelming and vice versa. So it really is down to the audience and who they gravitate to...

Thanks for your patience waiting for a response.

Love that you pointed out the subjectivity off the bat. Big fan.

I guess I'll do the Vortex + Taye? Minus Hunter.

Taye is good at everything. He's funny and goofy and then really remarkable with the drama, too. None of this is a shock. I'm so happy he was with the show so long. And it never felt like stunt casting or "FEATURING TAYE DIGGS" or anything. He just kinda meshed in with everyone else and seemed genuinely passionate about the project. I think his confession of his affair and supplicating himself before his family and team is probably the best of his best. I also found him delightful in his birthday episode.

I think Daniel is secretly and not-so-secretly super funny. His deadpan dry delivery gets me every time. And this might be a hot take, but I appreciate his humor more than his serious stuff. Although he's great at that, too. His shining comical moment, to me, was when Frausto misses his shot at pool and demands that Spencer not say a single word. And Spencer fires back with, "How about two? You suck." Also for the serious stuff, his whole arc after Billy died was really, really great.

Bre-Z is also really funny. Especially when she's not the focus in a scene and just kind of ribbing and playing off others. She's a natural at that. I appreciate her humor above her drama. But she shined in her arcs with wrestling with her queerness and her relationship with Shawn in s1. And speaking of Billy's bday party, I really loved her there. Anytime she's sincere, doesn't take herself or anyone else too seriously, and is not holding back is just delightful.

Greta shines in the drama. Her s2 and s4 arcs were so powerful, and you can tell she left everything in the scene. I do think she's getting more opportunities to showcase her comedic chops, which has been very fun. Because of jordayla, Layla is a lighter character.

Sam also shines in the drama. S3 relapse storyline and her arc after Billy's death was a fantastic showcase of her talent. She's also very funny, especially with Mike.

Mike is obviously better with the humor than the drama. But following his story, he hasn't really been given an opportunity to really lean into the drama. And I'll say this again and again, but his work with his grieving arc was so well done. It was not loud, but you could tell he was in pain and frustrated and sad and it was all very true-to-life for some people.

Cody is a sleeper talent. I think he's better at drama than humor. And while he's excelled in his own dramatic storylines, I was most affected by his confrontation with JJ in 5x19. He's just really, really good. He's a good comedic straight man with Hunter, Mike, and Bre-Z, too.

Chelsea is super funny. Her delivery of "well I love cereal, bitches, and I guess we're all feeling ourselves" is great. Anything she mutters under her breath is fantastic. I think she's better at humor than drama. Though I thought her expressing her exhaustion with Coop was actually really well done.

As stated above, just my opinion. And if I revisit scenes in the future or think more on it, my thoughts on everyone might change. I just provided scenes that I could easily recall and have stuck with me.

[c0rpsedemon]

can't wait until guaranteed benny tomorrowwwwww

[solarisblossom]

The last picture I took before the update

Why was it so difficult to get centered

[fayelafaye]

Layla found a fursuit and immediately put it on. She has a trophy belt of stolen stuffed bunnies. She looks very happy with herself.

[brokcnpromiscs]

I really liked episode 2. Even though I thoroughly enjoyed everything that they did with Jordayla this episode, I would've liked to see Jordan's reaction to what was happening with Layla. Seeing Olivia made me realize how much I miss her. I truly believe we're missing out by not following her nor Spencer through the next phase of this series and, similar to Jordayla, I would've loved to see Spencer's physical reaction. I like where Coop is headed but I'm worried y'all. I'm not sure what to think about her interactions with this new professor. Are they gonna keep it professional or what? I really liked Amina's interactions with Khalil & KJ; especially, Khalil. That might be the ship y'all, that might be the ship. Yasi got a lot of mouth for somebody that ain't got no hands (lol). Tori's cute, I like Tori. Similar to Yasi I feel like we're going to keep seeing her throughout the season, so hopefully they do something good with her. All in all, episode 2 did it's thing. I'm still invested so I'll definitely be checking out episode 3 next week.

[electric-plants]

i’ve been having so much fun building layla she’s finally at level 80 and i am SO pumped to test her shield with azdaha

[elixip]

Layla main culture is... uhh... um.... huh..? What..? Sorry guys I zoned out... whuh... hm.... huh.. sorry coop friends I just zoned out again.... what..? Sorry huh...? Umm... uhh... zoned out... huh..

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

Part 5 | Part 6

Part 7

"We've scouted the places nearest to the attack, Master. Still, we couldn't locate any village that would accommodate an Avengers' camp in secret nor any small trace of them in the woods. It's like they disappeared like magic," one of the followers stated, bowing his head before the Master. The follower's stature trembled with fear, terrified that his bad news would only cause an outrage to the man before him.

The Master let out a tired impatient sigh then frowned. He stared at the blank space ahead of him, at the vast dry grounds he had outside the castle. The ground beneath him had sandlike texture, burying his heels as he stood. For a moment, it looked like the sand moved, reaching for him, clinging unto him for some unknown reason.

After a moment, he turned around and muttered in a low voice, as if still in deep thought.

"They have witches helping in their group, of course," he said, clicking his fingers. "How else would they be able to hide a massive camp like that out there?"

He smiled an evil sneer before he looked at the follower before him. "Take a village hostage once again. Make a noise. Make a scene, mmm, but not too much that would make them send everyone again. Make it enough until the Avengers arrive. Then accept defeat. Bring the best spy with you and put him amongst the rescued witches. The spy should follow the Avengers once they leave the area. One of my crows will locate him. Have him send a message about the camp's location. Now, hurry."

"Yes, Master," the follower said, bowing once again before leaving.

"Oh, Y/n . . . where are you hiding?" The Master said with a sneer on his face, turning around to look at the overlooking, where not afar, one can see a massive magical prison where thousands of witches scream for help. A few of them, crying and in chains, were aggressively pushed inside wide silos where a chimney of some sort on top bellowed smoke to the sky.

It was a nightmarish sight to see.

STILL NOT allowed to do anything strenous, heading to rescue missions or even just normal errands like replenishing stocks from the wet market nor delivering messages to neighboring temporary camps, Y/n was bored to death.

She even tried to overtake one of Clint's classes, but she was only pushed out of the place, advising her to help Bruce instead in the kitchen. She only grunted. She couldn't stay near the pavilion and listen to Bruce's amazing tales when Layla and her friends were also there, waiting for her.

Pietro went with Yelena for another rescue mission, much to Y/n's dismay when she couldn't convince her own bestfriend to force the group in allowing her to go with them. And when Y/n thought about going to see Wanda, she was either cooped up with the guy she learned was named Vision or in her tent wanting to be alone.

The normie was at least glad that the witch had somehow softened around her, finally trusting humans and not wanting to escape the camp every now and then. Although, there were times when she couldn't help but doubt whether it was all an act, times when she could feel Wanda's eyes on her, either suspecting or wary of what the human could do next.

Come nighttime, Y/n went to the place just beyond Pepper's botanical garden, her hiding spot, just like old times. It had been too long since she had done these kinds of things, realizing how much she had missed looking at the moon and the constellations above her. She wondered about the bright object glowing near the moon, brighter than most stars in the sky, filling her thoughts about the conversations she'd had with her father.

"That's Venus, also known as the morning star, one of the planets in our world," Y/n's father said to her one time. They were standing in their backyard, looking at the sky above them.

Y/n just turned seventeen that day. Wanting to be alone and away from the celebration her parents had hosted, she decided to go around their backyard and look at the massive sky above her, away from the crowd gathered around the campfire. Unfortunately, her father saw her skip the celebration.

"How can you tell?"

"I have a map about this left in my study. Venus takes about 225 Earth days to orbit around the sun. I have more about these planets written in some scrolls," he chuckles, "The scrolls I tried so hard forcing you to read a few years ago."

"Fascinating," Y/n muttered in awe as she stared at the bright planet near the moon. The sight created a smiling face in the dark sky with one eye missing. She promised to remember reading those scrolls some time tomorrow. That time, she had more pressing matters to discuss.

"Father."

"Mm?"

"When are you letting me on these missions?"

She thought she could convince him, now that she's a year older. But she only heard her father sigh, breaking her trance from the planet Venus.

"You're not yet ready, Y/n-"

"But I did well in one of my trainings last week, and yesterday as well," she argued. "I want to be in real combat."

"Y/n, your mother and I feel you're not equipped yet with skills to help you in battle-"

"That's preposterous-"

"Y/n," he warned.

"Sorry, but father, I am well equipped."

"Y/n, I-"

"Excuse me, sir," someone interrupted, making them stop talking. "We've got urgent news from the rescue mission."

Y/n's father turned back to her and squeezed her shoulder, forcing a soft smile her way. He greeted her again, before leaving her alone. Y/n only groaned in annoyance.

"I haven't got the chance to greet you a happy birthday." The sudden sound made Y/n tense. When she saw it was only Nat, her mentor, she calmed down.

"It's okay, I kind of gotten sick hearing those words all day."

Nat only chuckled as she walked closer to Y/n. When they were within close proximity, Y/n's chest began constricting her own breathing and her heart started to race.

"How was the mission?" Y/n decided to ask instead. She was still bitter how she wasn't allowed to go with the others.

When she saw Nat's face with a fresh wound on the left cheek just below her eye, Y/n immediately closed the distance between them. "You got hurt."

Her hand instinctively went to check the damage but Nat flinched from the pain, stepping back. "Sorry."

"It's just a minor gash. Nothing to worry about."

Y/n let out a frustrating sigh.

"I'm kinda disappointed father is not sending me yet to the front lines like my brother. I mean, I can help you. But it seems like he doesn't see how a bow and arrow can be as good as swords."

Nat grew silent.

Y/n's thoughts strayed away from her father's orders. Suddenly, the silence between them made her see the tension. "About what happened last week-"

"We don't need to talk about it," Nat interjected.

Y/n scoffed. "I think we should really talk about it."

"Why?"

"Why?" Y/n asked incredulously. "You kissed me."

Nat avoided her gaze. "It was a spur of the moment."

"Right." Y/n nodded, turning away from the woman. Her annoyance towards her own father shifted to Nat, wanting to forget about what happened last week in her bedroom before the knight was sent out to a mission, that time when Nat knocked on her door and bid her goodbye, that time when Nat grabbed Y/n and kissed her, the kiss that knocked the breath away from her.

She wasn't able to sleep for days after that, worrying about the knight.

Y/n could hear Nat's retreating footsteps behind her. And when she thought the knight had already left, she was pulled by her arm to face her.

Lips captured Y/n's in a hungry searing kiss, bodies pressed against each other as her back collided against the nearest wall of the barn they had. Y/n's arms snaked around Nat's neck as the kiss only deepened.

The sound of glass breaking followed by boisterous laughter from the celebration filled the night air, making the two of them jump apart. Hesitation and bewilderment filled the knight's eyes.

"Nat-"

"We should stop this." Nat pulled away.

"Stop what?"

"This isn't right-"

"What isn't? Falling in love?"

"This isn't what you think it is."

"Is it? With the stolen glances, the lingering touches, why do you deny this? Why do you deny us?"

Natasha looked lost, before she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Y/n. This won't happen again."

"YOU HAVEN'T had your dinner yet." Wanda's voice brought Y/n back to the present. She'd always recognize that sweet angelic voice anywhere. Y/n didn't turn to look, for the tears brimming in her eyes might give her away that she did spend her entire night reminiscing the past and almost crying.

Discreetly wiping the tears by the back of her hand, she chuckled. "I'm not hungry."

"Mm, Layla has saved you your food, you know." Wanda took a seat on the grass beside Y/n, bending her knees to her front as she leaned her elbows on them. "Bruce made deer stew. Layla said it was your favorite."

Y/n straightened up, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I didn't ask her to."

"Come on, Y/n, the woman was just being sweet."

Y/n chuckled, making the witch giggle. Y/n thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world. She turned to look at Wanda. There was a small pause when the witch and the human's eyes met, gazes focused on each other's face, making everything else around them blurred out.

All Y/n could see at the moment was how beautiful Wanda's green eyes shone against the moonlight. And all Wanda could wonder about was how soft must Y/n's lips feel against hers, gaze drifting to her eyes and lips each millisecond.

Wanda mentally shook herself as she turned to look at the sky. She shouldn't get distracted by the normie's appearance, much less on the thought that she'd never been this close to the human before since the first time they met.

"What are we looking at?" Wanda nervously asked, as she stretched to lay herself on the grass. The moment she did, she then realized how vast the night sky above them was, even more massive than what the sky looked like in the morning. It was times like this when Wanda forgot how beautiful the world was. Her old self would argue that it would be far more beautiful without humans in it. But now she knew, that there were good ones too. And worse, she might be falling in love with one.

Y/n wasn't faring much better as she looked at the witch getting comfortable beside her.

"Oh." Y/n's heartbeat started to race. She laid beside the witch, their elbows bumping against each other. She took a deep breath, pretending that this was normal, that she wasn't just losing it that Wanda, the witch who hated her, the witch she had developed inexplicable feelings to these past few days, wanted to spend time with her.

Y/n pointed towards the bright planet situated above the glowing crescent moon. "You see that tiny bright dot above the moon. That's a planet."

"A planet?"

"Yep, like this Earth we live in. It's named Venus, the morning star, since it's the last star to disappear before the Sun rises. And it's also called the evening star since it is the first star to appear in the sky after the Sun sets."

"Are you sure you're just not making these things up? And Venus, come on, can't you think of a better name? Sounds like a woman's name to me."

Y/n laughed before adding. "I'm not making these up. You know, Venus is also the Roman goddess of love and beauty.

"There was a story I used to read about Venus once, about her falling in love with a handsome hunter, who was arrogant and a bit of a snob. He ended up dying when he didn't believe Venus' dreams of him getting hurt. It was tragic."

"Goddess of love and beauty? Really?"

Y/n turned to look at Wanda, wondering if she was interested or had bored the witch to death. She realized then it was a mistake because the witch was already looking at her and the minimal distance between them or lack of it was making her stomach squirm with uneasiness. Maybe, she was hungry after all. "Y-Yeah, h-haven't you heard about Aphrodite? In Greek, Venus was known as Aphrodite."

A smile spread on Wanda's face. "Maybe. I don't know. Maybe you tell these to all of your girls before. Maybe I heard it from them."

Y/n rolled her eyes and softly chuckled, before looking back at the sky. "I . . . I haven't had a girl up here with me before. Until you, of course."

Wanda's cheeks reddened, grateful the night sky was at her favor tonight.

She tried to change the topic instead, suddenly not wanting the night to end. "Who taught you these things?"

"My father. He was keen on Astronomy and Geography. We used to have these nightly routines where it's just us in the backyard, studying the skies. Mother would grow hysterical because we would sometimes stay for hours until dawn. He basically taught me almost everything I knew now."

Wanda then looked at Y/n, a smile on her face. If anyone could only see Wanda as she listened to Y/n narrate about her past, anyone could tell she was smitten with the way she stared at the human. Y/n felt more comfortable sharing about herself to the witch.

"What about you?"

"Mm?" Wanda turned to look back at the sky before them.

"What's your father like?"

Wanda didn't expect the human would be interested in her, in a witch's life. But, Y/n wasn't any other human. She was different, making the witch's heart flutter in all sorts.

"He was a strict person," Wanda answered, chuckling softly. "He gave us these tight curfews, which really was for our benefit. Pietro always got the most beating though."

"I bet you were goody two shoes, always have a stick up your ass."

Wanda playfully slapped Y/n's arm, making the latter defend herself. "I'm just a big follower of rules. You and Pietro, on the other hand, would have no problem getting along. You two are far more alike than you think, always the menace."

Y/n laughed. Her face hurt due to the wide grin on her face. "I beg to differ, milady. I'm far more better than him, you know."

Wanda only shook her head, laughing, trying to keep her heartbeat at a normal rate. For sure, Y/n had called every woman in the camp milady.

They went on talking about random things that came into mind. About Y/n's past. About Wanda's past. About the Avengers. About the witches in the camp. About Bruce's secret deer stew recipe that Y/n found out one time when he was drunk. Almost about everything.

And Wanda suddenly thought about how Y/n look so much more beautiful under the moonlight.

She hadn't felt feelings this intense before in her life. Yet again, she rarely went out. It was even kind of ironic that she'd get to feel this for none other than a human, someone she used to hate most of her life. The sky would have been laughing at her now.

Wanda quickly shook her silly thoughts aside, unaware that Y/n too had difficulty taking her mind off how breathtakingly gorgeous the witch was at the moment.

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[userlaylivia]

my jordayla babies!!!!! the angst killed me but that dock scene ahhhhh it's like my favorite scene this season so far and I say this every week but this time i mean it, the way he picks her up!!!!

BUT CATIENCE!!!!!! MY CATIENCE HEART I MISSED THEM SO MUCH AHHHHHHH

and finally spordan make up that hug was everything I've missed that!!

[cecekeating]

My 614 Jordayla Analysis/Commentary pt.3

Now let’s go back to the housing situation. After Layla has a brief chat with Preach, she realizes that what she and Jordan need is a home, not a house. I am happy to be wrong but so far, the writing is pointing to Jordayla taking over the Baker home. If you recall in 401 when she tells her father that “it is not about the house, it is about the home”. The next time we see Layla after that scene with her father, she is moving into the Baker house. The Baker house has been Layla's residence since S4 until she married Jordan. This house is also where she grew up with Jordan and Olivia since middle school. We even have a laylivia childhood flashback in that house. So home for Layla is the Baker house.

For Jordan, obviously, this is his childhood home but also in 517, he tells Spencer that the Baker house still feels like home even though Coop is now in his room. While there was an undertone of Layla who he considers his home living in the house, I still believe that Jordan always knows that the Baker house is where he will always call home. So I am expecting Jordayla to take over the Baker home and I will be very surprised if NK and Oby go a different route in 615 with this housing arrangement.

Jordayla pregnancy theories!  I feel this episode dropped major pregnancy hints through the writing. Between Jordan cooking for Layla, him patting her tummy and Layla wearing pink in this episode, I feel it is very clear that Jordayla will be getting a parenting arc. In the worst case scenario, the audience would likely find out about Layla being pregnant in the early episodes of S7. This is the worst case scenario. I am also sure of Jordayla having a daughter, I am not so sure of a son yet.

Now this brings me to the wild theory I am about to share with you.

I don’t know if it is me but have you noticed the writing sort of building up Amina and Layla? Starting from 611. I am beginning to think Amina might be the new gen character or at least one of the new gen characters. When we heard of the new gen stuff, I think a lot of us assumed it would be a coach Baker and Spencer type situation. I don’t know why we didn’t consider the fact that the new gen character will likely be a female character from Crenshaw being mentored by a new gen Baker who is female. It is definitely Billy and Spencer all over again but it is also different because we are looking at female characters. If this is the route NK is going, I am here for it because it will keep things fresh and allow the writers to be more creative. So I can see Amina likely being the new ‘Spencer’ that gets mentored by a Baker only that the Baker is Layla. 

From a storytelling perspective, this makes a lot of sense. Amina has quite a bit in common with Layla. Just like Layla she lost her mother at a very young age. Remember Amina’s mother is Mo (the main antagonist in season 3) and her uncle is Tyrone. Both her uncle and mother are/were gang members and her father Preach used to be a gang member. Preach, her father fired the shot that killed Mo, her mother. I don’t think Amina is fully aware of this yet. Amina had a pretty fleshed out arc in seasons 4 and 5 that showed her curiosity to know the truth about what happened to her mother. From season 4, you can see she sort of had an idea of what was going on. She was also involved in a custody battle between Preach and her grandparents. So just like Layla, she had a pretty tough background as a kid. So you can see there is already so much material with Amina’s character that the writers can pull from to bring in high stakes drama. 

There are also some hints in the writing that she is already in a ‘teen phase’ with Preach. Preach grounded her in this episode. I can see her having tensions with her dad which is similar to teen Layla in seasons 1 and 2 and a bit of season 3 and  the tensions she had with JP Keating. This tension can become something else if Amina eventually understands/finds out more about the circumstances surrounding her mother’s death and the role her father played in it. If the writers play their cards right, the Amina arc is already brewing to be a really messy drama on AA. For more complexity, the writing can have Amina struggle with grief, depression or for a change, become a wild rebellious teen that Preach struggles to handle and we have our hands full. 

With other characters, Amina fits in very well too. She knows Patience very well and since she did/does some drama in high school(611), I can see Patience step in here as Patience is a musician and also has broadway experience. Coop blends in so well here too. Coop was front and center in the custody battle, Coop knew her mother very well and other than Preach, Coop is likely the only other character that has a full picture on the lives of her uncle and mother. Again, another source of drama. 

Going back to Layla, the storyline has been strongly hinting on her being the mother of a little girl. Having Layla mentor Amina makes loads of sense as Layla can begin to process motherhood or prep for motherhood through the lens of supporting Amina. I can see her relationship with Amina force her to really think about what type of mother she wants to be for her daughter. This will land better if it happens while Layla is pregnant or if she has a newborn daughter. Both Amina and Layla being young women that lost mothers at a very young age, in quite tragic circumstances (murder and suicide)  takes the Layla/Amina dynamic to a deeper level. I can see the writing continue to flesh out Monica/Layla a little bit more too, especially as Monica Keating was a huge part of Layla’s arc this season.

So Amina being the new gen character that the show decides to focus on will not come as a shock to me. Again this is what I have seen from the writing. I don’t know NK’s plan and which actors she plans to bring back  but this is likely where I can see the writing on All American heading. If all the stuff I have written makes no sense, please throw it out. This is my writer brain, fan theory brain here and I just wanted to yap all about it. If you also have some extra theories, I would love to hear! DM on Twitter or on here and let us yap away!

This episode also sort of dropped clues on the vibe S7 will likely have. I am thinking the vibe shifts into a more lighter, feel-good, wholesome vibe with maybe a strong family vibe lean. There was just something very light about this episode because even the writing for Spelivia (who normally have their writing lean into more serious, angsty stuff) were written to be pretty light and comedic. The next episode seems pretty emotional too. I am thinking this will likely be the vibe next season and I expect the audience to change a little bit because of this shift.

So that is all the yappings for this episode. There are still some loose ends to tie up with Jordayla so I will surely be back next week with more yappings. I personally loved this episode and I am looking forward to seeing how NK closes season 6 for us. 

[lingeringscars]

i feel like layla has always had crushes on girls and never thought anything of it was just very this is Normal Everyone feels like this, right? and then in high school realized that this was in fact not the case and that she was, in fact, bisexual.

[leonardperreault]

Although Layla ended up caving and saying they needed to branch out, Quinn continues the conversation with Nora privately about her responsibilities as an older sibling that she will still need to tend to at times. After a bit of time of being cooped up in her room Nora is feeling a better. — What does Nora do once she calms down from the argument(s)? does she feel bad for her actions towards Layla or is she proud of herself for standing her ground?

But then there’s the Littles…how are the siblings feeling? they look up to Nora and they just heard her loudly refusing to (in their minds) hang out with them while mom and dad are busy.To them it’s not being watched by their big sister she’s just their to play.

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🫶🏼cay

quinn gives nora some space and time to cool down.

he and layla end up finding another babysitter who is actually older and has more experience, that they can rely on more so that layla can also have weekends or nights to herself

once everything is cooled down quinn goes up to her room,

"nora," he says knocking, "can i come in?" he doesn't receive a verbal response but his daughter sighs loudly, so he takes that as a yes.

"nora honey," quinn starts,

"dont." she snaps, "i know i was mean, but i cant do it dad. i have friends, i have shit i want to do," quinn sighs,

"i know i know," quinn reassures as he steps into the room the door clicking shut behind him, "but you still need to apologize to layla. she's hurt," nora groans,

"i know dad," quinn nods,

"now on that note im proud of you for sticking up for yourself ok? but next time we need to be nice," nora nods looking at her dad,

"can you stay in here?" nora asks. quinn smiles laying down next to his daughter wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his side,

"so are there any boys?" nora groans hiding her face in her dads side.