#gay james diamond

[applebees4prez]

nobody can ever doubt the fact that i have autism i literally write big time rush fan fiction

[applebees4prez]

oh my god. oh my god. there’s too much going on here to even process. james literally uses the exact words, “i can’t figure out what’s wrong with me” in the context of being unable to get a serious girlfriend. he recruits his male best friend, with whom he has a much stronger connection than his actual love interest. i need to be taken to a hospital

#and they were roomates ?

Big Time Rush S4E9

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Diamond

@jegulus-microfic March 30 Word count 992

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Peter cowered in the middle of the cell. James and Sirius stood in front of him, glaring down at the pitiful man. 

Evan had put a block on Peters's magic while he’d been unconscious so he couldn’t transform into his animagus form. 

Sirius twirled Peters's wand in his hand, looking eerily like Regulus. Peter didn’t stand a chance. 

They’d decided, in case anything went wrong, that it was best if only the two of them were seen by Peter. Remus was supposed to be with the werewolves. Regulus, the Rosier twins and Barty were supposed to support Voldemort. If Peter somehow wormed his way out of this, he could potentially ruin everything they had so far accomplished and put them all in danger.  

“James, please!” Peter begged from the ground. “I was scared. I didn’t know what I was doing.” James clenched his jaw. Peter was lying to him. He caught the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from leaping on Peter. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Peter when you got me to reveal that Sirius was still alive. You took me out to lunch and wheedled it out of me, and then you went straight to your master and spilled your guts. How could you betray me? How could you betray Sirius?” He was spitting by the end of his tirade.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The Dark Lord he—he threatened my life if I didn’t do as he said.” Peter was crying now. Fat tears dripped down his face and turned the stones beneath him black.

“And Sirius would die if Voldemort decides to send someone after him because of the information you fed him.” He had to stop as his voice began to feel thick. 

“We were your brothers, Peter! We would have done anything for you! We would have died for you. You could have come to us if you were scared. But you know what? I don’t think you were sacred. I don’t think he did threaten you. I think you went to him yourself. You always were a little rat.” Sirius pounced, his hands curling into claws as he attacked the screaming Peter. 

James dragged his friend off the quivering mess on the floor. 

“Sirius, calm down. We need to find out what he knows.” James whispered harshly into Sirius’s ear. Sirius growled and spat on the floor beside Peter. 

“Then, let’s hurry up and do it, James. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from turning into Padfoot and using my teeth.” Sirius gnashed his teeth together as though Padfoot was already trying to break through. James ran a calming hand down Sirius’s back, and his friend immediately unpuffed his chest and backed away from Peter a step. 

“Come on then, Peter. What else have you told Voldemort?” James’s voice was cold. He’d never been betrayed like this before. Even Regulus had never hidden his intention to join the Death Eaters, though, with Regulus, it was because his mother had given him no other choice. Peter had had many options, and he still chose Voldemort. 

“N-n-nothing. I haven’t told him anything else.” Peter whimpered. 

“Liar,” Sirius snarled. His eyes twitched as he stared at Peter. It took James a second to realise Sirius was performing legimency on Peter. 

After a few minutes, Sirius turned away and strode out of the cell. James conjured heavy manacles and chained Peter to the wall. He found Sirius curled up in Remus’s lap. He looked up when James walked in. His eyes were dull. The usual diamond gleam and sparkle that resided there had been ripped away by whatever he’d seen inside Peter’s head. 

“He told them everything.” He croaked. “Everything we’ve ever said about our assignments, everything from the meetings.” He let out a sob. “James, he was planning to help death eaters get into your parent’s house.” James felt the blood drain from his face and Regulus’s arms wrapping around him. 

“How—how far along was his plan?” He choked out, looking back at the door he’d just come through. 

“Not very. He hadn’t even mentioned it to Voldemort yet. I think they’re safe.” Sirius still looked panicked. They were his parents as much as James’s. 

“Anything else?” James asked, not sure if he wanted to hear anymore. 

“I was right. He joined them voluntarily.” James felt any loyalty he felt for Peter slip away. That man wasn’t his friend, and he couldn’t believe he’d ever trusted him. 

“What do you want to do?” Regulus asked, holding him close. James bit back the pain. He’d deal with it later. 

“We need to give him to Moody and make sure he knows he can’t make a deal with him.” 

It took some juggling, but they eventually managed to get Peter to one of the Order safe houses, and Moody appeared moments later, wand raised. 

“What are you doing here without permission?” He barked, still not lowering his wand. 

“We caught your spy. You’re welcome.” Sirius growled at him. 

“That wasn’t the plan, Black.” They were glaring at each other. 

“Yeah, well. He was planning on killing the Potters, among other things. He went to Voldemort and asked to join them. It’s time he was caught.” Moody didn’t argue. Effie and Monty Potter were loved by all, and even the grizzled Alastor Moody didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. 

“Fine, I’ll get the rest of the information out of him and find somewhere to keep him.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and began shoving him further into the house. 

“No deals, Mad-Eye.” James’s tone was a warning. Moody scrutinised James from head to toe and snorted through his nose. 

“Fine, no deals.” 

James and Sirius went to the Potters house, needing to see they were safe and hug them. James had a quick conversation with Regulus, explaining what had happened between them and Moody, and then he was in Effie’s arms. 

Final part

[moonyfr]

Regulus in a modern muggle au would unironically watch Steven Universe (without telling a single soul of it, of course), and you can't make me change my mind about that

[snootchie-bootchies]

Carlos and James just give so much Kelso and Fez energy

[inkameswetrust]

i love over-analyzing the characterization and plot of kids' shows bc then i get to explain how this child of divorce probably hasn't come to terms with his homosexuality yet bc he keeps perpetuating awful relationship habits he learned from his parents on the unsuspecting women he keeps desperately pursuing as a means of distracting himself from the fact that he's in love with his best friend with intimacy issues like

did you really expect me to think this guy isn't fruity, nickelodeon??

[spockvarietyhour]

Diamonds are Forever (1971)

[theemptyspacehelmet]

Hear me out. What if Trent is supposed to parallel Hank the dog? Think about how Ted told the story: he had always been a little afraid of Hank ever since he bit him as a kid. Trent’s first words to Ted were practically cutthroat and intended to harm. But with both, Ted eventually grew on them. Hank became Ted’s beloved pet that he always took care of and James Lance literally admits that Ted changes Trent’s life after spending a day with him. 

“It's funny to think about the things in your life... that can make you cry just knowing that they existed, can then become the same thing that make you cry knowing that they're now gone.”

Ted says this to describe his relationship with Hank. And just whose presence does he immediately notice is missing in the press conference room at the end of season two? Trent. You can literally see in his eyes the sadness he felt seeing Trent wasn’t there, only to see the relief to discover he was just moving on to better things. It just seems like an interesting parallel especially considering both take place in the first and last episodes. 

 "I think those things come into our lives... to help us get from one place to a better one," 

Translation: Trent helps Ted come to his gay awakening. No further comments. 

[altaruwusmolboiz]

Remember that one BTR episode called “Big Time Dates” where James keeps switching dates with Carlos like boy, that’s the comphet, you have a crush on CARLOS, not either of those girls.

[cinemedios]

'El Plan del Asesino', dar todo antes de perderlo

En 'El Plan del Asesino', Michael Keaton reflexiona sobre las últimas oportunidades.

En los últimos años hemos visto a Michael Keaton refortalecer su carrera, su éxito a partir de Birdman es algo que pocos pueden lograr. Sin embargo Keaton no siempre trabaja delante de la cámara y ahora por primera vez en más de una década, vuelve detrás de ella con El Plan del Asesino que llega a cines este fin de semana. John Knox es un asesino a sueldo que ha sido diagnosticado con un tipo de…

[applebees4prez]

once again thinking about james diamond i need to be sedated

[fanonsupremecy]

This is just the Big Time Rush meme with Bucktommy instead. And I'm not mad. Thanks for making me think of BTR. been a long time. But if you would have told teen me that I'd go from shiping Logan and James together and not going a day without listening to them to shiping 2 grown ass firefighters and being out of the BTR fandom for years... I'd have said you're crazy. I'd have said what the fuck do firefighters really even do? but here we are. So obsessed that I'm contemplating becoming one. Which if I did... wtf would I say when asked what made me decide to? "Oh that gay firefighter show got me so down bad for Evan Buckley that I decided to pull a reverse Chim!" Tf I'd be a laughingstock. I have enough self awareness to know this... pretty sure I'm just manic tho...

i'm in constant neverending hell actually, i'm just good at not showing it

[spenglernot]

STORIES TELLING: NED LOWE AND THE DEATH OF POOR REPRESENTATION IN OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

In history, Ned Lowe was one of the most sadistic and violent pirates in the early 18th century, so he’s an obvious choice for a villain for season 2, episode 6 – Calypso’s Birthday.  What is interesting is what the OFMD writers chose to do with him.

Lowe announces himself to the crew of the Revenge with great fanfare (cannon ball attack) and gets right to the point.

Ed is thoroughly unimpressed.

Cut to Ed and Stede tied up while Ned attempts to set the mood so he can monologue about why he wants to kill Ed.

Ed knows what’s coming. He is going to suffer but he still can’t be arsed to meet Ned with anything but vaguely bored dismissiveness (and Stede is happy to play along).

Up on the deck, Ned prepares the crew for his big, dramatic moment of symphonic torture.

Note that the Revenge crew is tied down, braced by vices and generally unable to protect themselves from imminent torture and possible death, but their spirits are up. They don’t seem terribly fussed.

Then Stede uses his people positive management style to happily orchestrate a worker uprising in Ned’s crew.

Ned’s crew responds instantly; severing their allegiance to Lowe and telling him off.

The crew sails away and talks profit sharing while Ned dully threatens to hunt them down.

Ned is now a prisoner of the Revenge crew and seems entirely disinterested in his own survival.

And Ned sinks to the depths, without struggling at all.

There is a lot going on in this episode: pay and labor equity direct action, gay love engagement bliss, kink humor, Stede being a hero and saving his crew by playing to his strengths, then having to decide whether to kill in cold blood and feel the consequences of that choice. Ed having one more reason to be done with piracy (while being so impressed with and fond of Stede), and then watching his man make a fraught choice and having to deal with the fallout from that. (And, damn, I haven’t even mentioned the passionate sex bit.) Anyway, back to the point.

Now for the the meta part

The Ned Lowe sequences are perfectly in keeping with OFMD’s signature blend of madcap violence, humor, and big emotional gut punches. But something about Ned Lowe just strikes me as off for this show.

Ned is seriously threatening the crews’ lives, so why don’t they take him seriously?

Why does Ned have such a boring, throwaway backstory?

Why is Ned so nonchalant about his own death; like it’s a foregone conclusion?

Why does Ned have a silver violin and silver spurs on his slip-on dress shoes?

Why is Ned sartorially monochromatic?

And then I realized who Ned reminds me of.

This guy,

Earnst Stavro Blofeld in the James Bond film Diamonds are Forever (1971)

And this guy,

Scar in Disney's The Lion King (1994).

And this guy,

Xerxes, 300 (2006).

And it sure seems like Ned Lowe isn’t just an episodic villain. He is an archetype of the one-dimensional, stereotypical queer-coded villain that has been endemic in film and television throughout history. The OFMD writers have a lot to say about what to do with this kind of character:

Don’t respect him.

Feel free to openly mock him.

Don’t let him take your joy, even though he will hurt you.

He won’t disappear on his own. You have to throw something at him (take action) to make him go away.

Once he’s in the water, he’s content to drown. He’s not into what he’s doing any more than you are.

Oh and, just to be clear,

The LGBTQIA+ community has a very long history of turning shit media into better stories. So, hey, big media, prepare to have your crap characters wrecked (improved).

Now, back to our transformative pirate show with rich, complex queer characters and a multi-layered plot that surprises me every week and makes me feel big feelings - most of all, joy.

Final thought: I do wonder if Ned Lowe is monochromatically silver as a tribute to/poke at, Hollywood and the silver screen.

This meta was written before OFMD season 2 has fully aired. No idea what’s going to happen in the finale (and I’ve generally fled social media to avoid spoilers). I’ll be back, looking at everyone’s fascinating posts after episode 8 airs.

[mysteriouslyseverealpaca]

Uttara Phalguni, Charming Handsome Beauty 🌞♌️♍️

Steve Cardenas, Uttara Phalguni Moon

Uttara Phalguni men tend to have a classically handsome face. These mens face often calls to mind of the old Hollywood era. These men could be born in any timeline and be considered handsome.

Sean Connery, Uttara Phalguni Moon

Mitchell Burns, Uttara Phalguni Sun & James Franco, Uttara Phalguni Moon

These men tend to have an elongated mouth often paired with their thin-full lips. Their eyes tend to have a really nice almond shape and it sometimes can be hooded but their eyelid creases will not disappear. Their eyebrows are generally thick and most of the time straight and kind of arched at the back. The face shape most common in these men seems to be diamond or oval.These men tend to be the type to be sexually experimental(and experimental in general) and are often times kinda gay or ARE GAY. They are the men who tend to be accepting of the LGBTQ community. These men are very comfortable in their sexuality and aren’t afraid to act gay or feminine unless they still haven’t reached the maturity for it.

P.s i dont mean act gay as in they are gay

Noah Beck & Channing Tatum Both Uttara Phalguni Moon

These men tend to have a glow on their face, after all they are ruled by the Sun. And i forgot to mention these men tend to like toying with feminine things whether that be makeup, accessories or skincare(it’s has a rep for being feminine and insecure men often call people who do skin care gay) and etc. These men are well groomed and take good care of themselves.

Ankit Gupta & Lee Heesung Both Uttara Phalguni Moon

Andy Bian, Uttara Phalguni Moon & Seo Ha Joon, Uttara Phalguni Sun

John Gaines Jr, Uttara Phalguni Moon & Michael B Jordan, Uttara Phalguni ASC

Suga, Uttara Phalguni Moon

Seungmin & Youngjae Both Uttara Phalguni Sun

Uttara Phalguni men sometimes possess chubby cheeks and have a fuller face.

i forgot to mention they tend to have really charming smiles. Also if they aren’t good looking they will always be charming which makes them good looking.

P.s not all of them are going to look the same because of their other nakshatras seeping through. For example although James Franco is a uttara phalguni moon his swati asc is just as strong(shown by his eyebrow placing). It’s only important that you spot a commonality in their physiognomy.

Jimmy Fallon, Uttara Phalguni Sun

Teddy Park, Uttara Phalguni Sun

[inkameswetrust]

Meet Me At The Altar (A Kames Oneshot)

Pairing: James Diamond x Kendall Diamond

Characters: James Diamond, Kendall Diamond, Logan Hortense Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Jennifer Knight, Katie Knight, (The Mention Of) Brooke Diamond

Content Warnings: Fluff/Angst, BL, SFW, Adult Romance, Implied/Suggested Homophobia, Gay Marriage

Word Count: 4,408

Timeline: TWS Future

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Kendall looked at himself in the arched full-length mirror, adjusting his Aegean blue tuxedo in his reflection. Something about his appearance didn't feel right. He felt incomplete, as though a puzzle piece had been scattered somewhere out of sight. Kendall focused on the folds and creases enveloping his joints until he'd forgotten about the loose bow tie atop the loveseat behind him. He grimaced at his reflection, desperately searching for something on his person to fix or adjust.

"Honey, are you all right in there?" Jennifer asked, accompanying her query with a gentle knock.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine."

"Can I come in?" Jennifer pleaded. "You've been in there for quite some time."

Kendall glances at the dressing room door through his peripherals, his fingers still tracing the lapels of his suit jacket in search of an error to correct. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, contemplating whether or not to grant his mother entry. It'd been stressful enough fixating on his appearance for as long as he had and holding up the ceremony. Though, Kendall had nothing to lose at this point.

"Sure," Kendall sighed.

The door slowly creaked open with Jennifer's gentle shove. She was hesitant to see how Kendall looked but couldn't help gushing as her eyes betrayed her. Jennifer was misty-eyed as she took in the sight of her beloved son having grown up. She placed her open palm just below her collarbone, her breath balling up in the back of her throat like mildew in a gutter.

"Sweetheart..." Jennifer trembled, gazing at Kendall with wide, tear-stricken eyes.

"Mom, are you all right?" Kendall muttered, awkwardly lifting his shoulders. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jennifer took a moment to compose herself, clearing her throat and bringing her fingertip to the corners of her eyes to wipe any tears that dared to betray her conscience. She combed her hair out of her face, a voluminous mixture of greys and reds draping her cheekbones.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Jennifer assured, sniffling through her words. "Is it stuffy in here? It feels a little stuffy."

Kendall's chest fell with a heavy sigh as his gaze softened with a more empathetic look to round out his eyes. "C'mere," he breathed as he strode toward his mother with open arms. Kendall curved his upper spine to lean his head on Jennifer's shoulder while his forearms pressed into her back for the beginnings of a tight embrace. Jennifer was initially reluctant but was powerless to protest her son's gesture. With hands twice as shaky as her breath, Jennifer clung to Kendall's shoulders and hugged him back.

"Honey, I'm fine. Really," Jennifer mumbled with false confidence.

"No offense, Mom, but you are a terrible liar," Kendall chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jennifer pulled back with a sour expression and a gentle smack from the back of her hand awaiting Kendall's shoulder. "Hey!" she cried, withdrawing herself completely.

"I'm just saying. I know I got it from somewhere," Kendall chuckled, "But seriously, are you okay?"

Before Jennifer could respond, the dressing room door swiftly opened halfway through the frame. She and Kendall turned their heads to face their unexpected visitor. Katie poked her head through the door, saying, "Hey, Mom, how much longer is—?"

"Katie, go back to the aisle!!" Jennifer barked, her muscles tense and her face wide-eyed.

"Alright, jeez. But don't you think I'm a little old for this?" Katie groaned, gesturing at the basket of flower petals in her hand.

"Katie. Now."

"Alright, I'm going!"

Before Katie shuts the door, her gaze falls upon Kendall. She looks him up and down, taking in the sight of his appearance entirely. From an outside perspective, her gaze looks judgmental, but truthfully, she's quite impressed.

"Looking good, big brother," Katie remarked on her way out.

Kendall nodded silently with an awkward grin. Jennifer composed herself at the sound of the door shutting behind her. She inhaled with downward-facing eyes and said, "I'm okay."

"Alright then," Kendall replied, silencing his disbelief. "I guess it's about time we head out."

As prepared as Jennifer was to begin the ceremony, she noticed something was missing. She quickly scanned Kendall's person for any hint of incompletion until she saw how barren his collar was without a tie.

"Kendall, where's your tie?"

"I knew I was forgetting something..."

While Kendall awkwardly plunged his fists into his pockets, Jennifer frantically searched the room for his tie. She saw it limp atop the loveseat, untied and unraveled. Jennifer snatched it from the loveseat cushion and hurriedly hooked it around Kendall's collar. Her rapid movements surprised Kendall and caused him to fidget and wriggle before her.

"Mom, stop! I can do this myself!" Kendall protested.

"If you could tie your own tie, we wouldn't be thirty minutes behind schedule," Jennifer refuted as she pulled the ends through one final loop and tightened the bow tie indefinitely. "Now, let's get out there."

As Jennifer reaches for the door, Kendall's feet stay planted before the full-length mirror as he continues studying himself. Dissatisfied and uncertain, he cries, "Mom, wait!" Jennifer turns her head and stares at Kendall blankly.

"I still feel like something's missing..." Kendall confesses, twisting and turning in his reflection.

Jennifer's brows sank as she realized the source behind Kendall's unease. He was indecisive and restless—two of many telltale signs of his nervousness. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorpost, asking, "Kendall, is it possible you're stalling for time?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Kendall scoffs as he rolls his eyes. "Why on Earth would I do that?"

"Because you're nervous."

Kendall tensed up at Jennifer's response, awkwardly stammering as he desperately tried to string together a confident rebuttal. He tucked his head between his rising shoulders, his voice lifted uncomfortably, and a crooked grin swept over his face as Kendall said, "Pshh! What? No, I'm not nervous. I'm just... dehydrated?"

"Who's the terrible liar now?" Jennifer teased, cocking her brow with a victorious smirk.

"Okay, fine!" Kendall barked defeatedly.

Jennifer strode back into the room and studied Kendall's form to aid him in his pursuit. Even if Kendall was intentionally putting off the ceremony, the least Jennifer could do was play along to calm his nerves. She perked up at the spark of a realization. Kendall had not yet taken his wedding bouquet.

"I think I might know what you're missing," Jennifer remarks as she takes Kendall's bouquet from the table in the corner. She sighed, noticing how a few petals had wilted and fallen off from lack of space, air, or sunlight. You'd think Kendall would know better than to keep a bouquet of fresh lilacs limp on a table.

"Oh, honestly, Kendall!" Jennifer cried, fluffing out the ends of the bouquet in hopes the stems hadn't bent. "With how you keep these flowers, they're set to wilt before you even say your vows!"

"Mom!"

"Right, sorry!"

Jennifer's eyes bounced back and forth between Kendall and his bouquet. She picked a budding flower from the bunch and fastened it into Kendall's breast pocket. After bringing her thumb and index finger to her chin, she said, "I think this is it. What do you think?"

Kendall spun around to face the mirror, his eyes drifting down his suit jacket as his face expressed newfound satisfaction. The lilac in his breast pocket complimented the colors of his suit and tied his whole look together.

"I think it's just right," Kendall breathed confidently, his smile beaming in his reflection.

"Great!" Jennifer replied hurriedly. "Let's get going!"

Kendall rolled his eyes and fled the dressing room with his lilac bouquet in one hand and Jennifer's hand in the other. They rushed to the beginning of the aisle, where Katie waited patiently for them. She had an uncertain look on her face, the left corner of her lips curving downward in a crooked frown.

"Hey, Kendall..." Katie croaked awkwardly.

Kendall's eyes narrowed in concern. Katie's tone of voice alerted him of incoming ill tidings. He nervously gripped the base of his bouquet while attempting to wear a brave face.

"What happened?" Kendall queried as he looked forward and found that his husband-to-be was not waiting for him at the altar. "Where is James?"

"Well..."

The sound of trampling feet alerts Kendall from behind. As the sound draws nearer, a familiar, panting voice calls out for him. He turns back and sees Logan racing toward him.

"Kendall!" Logan cries. "You've gotta come quick! I think something's wrong with James!"

Struggling to make a move, Kendall awkwardly hands his bouquet to Jennifer and sprints for the exit. He leaves his loved ones waiting in suspense and impatience as he hurries away with Logan following closely behind him. His feet drum against the floor with each step, the hallways tunneling behind him as he charges through the double doors.

"Don't worry, man. It's gonna be okay!" Carlos assured weakly, rubbing circles on the groom's back in his fruitless efforts to console him.

"What happened to him?" Kendall asked, his voice demanding in its query and his fists clenching in defense.

"I don't know," Logan replied. "He was on the phone with someone and just started freaking out."

James pulled away from Carlos, his spine curved as he hunched over the hand that frustratingly crammed his cell phone. Not wanting to give up, Carlos outstretched his hand again. He took caution in approaching James as he was evidently uneasy. It killed Carlos to see his best bud crumbling under so much pressure.

"We can still figure something out. It'll be fine!" Carlos continued, the corners in his face sharpening from wariness.

"No, you don't get it!" James snapped as he slapped Carlos' hand away. "There's nothing to figure out!"

Heartbroken and stunned, Carlos steps back as he massages the sting in his hand. Though it couldn't possibly measure up to the stab wound James' sharp words and barking voice left in the deepest crevice of Carlos' heart.

"Woah, take it easy!" Kendall cried as he rushed to James' side. James was immediately pulled from his fraught haze. Kendall took him by the shoulders, ensuring he'd stay put and compose himself. Carlos and Logan stood awkwardly behind them, exchanging worried glances and concerned murmurs.

"What happened? Tell me what's going on." Kendall began, his voice as stern as his grip was firm.

James shook in Kendall's grasp. His body trembled with an uneasy rhythm of buzzing vibrations. He hyperventilated under Kendall's gaze, his chest tightening with each staggered breath. Realizing he was only worsening James' distress, Kendall loosened his grip and softened his voice.

"What happened, James?" Kendall voiced as he slinked his hands down his groom's forearms.

"She's... not coming."

"Who's not coming?"

The words dangled on the tip of James' tongue. They stole his voice and plagued his mind like a curse. His eyes continuously darted back and forth between Kendall and the pair of concerned bystanders they knew as their best friends. His words poisoned him, robbing him of his breath and coherence. James swallowed hard and pinched his eyes shut, blurting out, "M-My mom! My mom, okay?! She's not coming! There, I said it!"

A silent gasp slipped past Kendall's lips as he relinquished his grasp on James. He looked back at his friends with a stoic, hardened gaze, saying, "Could you two give us a moment?"

After sharing pensive glances, they nodded in unison at Kendall and turned back to reenter the wedding venue. They continued waiting for the almost newlyweds among the rest of the guests. Kendall's focus returned to James. His gaze softened at the sight of his groom's eyes rounding in the beginnings of a sob. They were glassy with hot tears of disappointment and betrayal. The contours of James' face deepened as he began to silently weep.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't do this," James croaked. "Not without her."

"What?!" Kendall choked, his jaw sinking and eyes snapping open. "What does that mean, James?"

"My mom... she told me she loved me," James began, turning away to avoid Kendall's gaze. "But she couldn't stand to watch me throw away my life like this."

James rubbed his palm against his eyes, hastily wiping his tears as he turned his back on Kendall. He shook his head with a heavy sigh that rattled through his lungs like loose change in a jar. His words tore at Kendall's heart, tearing it apart like fabric. Kendall watched on the precipice of heartbreak as James curled his fingers in defense.

"I've spent my whole life trying to please her, Kendall. I used to be good enough for her," James continued. "Which is why I thought what was good enough for me was good enough for her, too. I thought she'd finally come around."

James sniffled as he turned back to face Kendall. His eyes reddened from a teary aftermath that left his face dewy and sullen. He swallowed the anguish drying up his throat and manifesting in word vomit by saying, "I gave everything I got to make her happy... and it was all a big waste of time."

"And I gave everything I got not to lose you," Kendall refuted, bringing his palms to the space on his chest just below his collarbone. "But that wasn't a waste of time, was it?"

"No, of course not."

"Then why do you keep letting your mom control you the way she does?" Kendall queried. "The James Diamond I know would never let anyone stand in the way of what makes him happy, not even her."

Kendall strode toward James, his hands gently roaming over the lapels of his smokey violet tuxedo. Their eyes met in a mutually teary gaze. Kendall's eyes traveled down the line of buttons on James' milky white collared shirt, a pensive trail of green swimming down a waterfall of clothing.

"If that were the case, we wouldn't be here today," Kendall added, chuckling through the shakiness in his voice. "You wouldn't have snuck through my bedroom window so often."

James' eyes followed every movement of Kendall's hands. They grounded him somehow, giving him something else to feel and focus on. His chest rose and fell with lighter, slower breaths, allowing Kendall's hands to sail across calmer waters. Their eyes rose to greet each other in a bittersweet gaze of understanding. Kendall could sense James' inner turmoil diminishing, but it had still yet to cease its reign of anguish.

"Why are you here?" James whispered hesitantly, placing his hand atop Kendall's so its impression on his chest would linger.

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it bad luck to see you before the wedding or something?" James replied with a forced chuckle.

"James, that only applies to brides, and last I checked, I'm not a woman."

"Yeah, but you're not the one who proposed."

"Are you calling me a woman?"

"Not necessarily..."

James and Kendall shared kindred smiles and giggles with one another. Gone were their distressed tears, frowning faces, and hearts teetering on heartbreak. Their gazes had mutually softened, and their previously tear-soaked skin was nearly dry.

"Seriously, though," James began. "Why are you here?"

"You think I wouldn't show up when you needed me?"

"Well, I'm a mess right now," James continued. "You don't think I'm ever too much?"

Kendall stopped to ponder the groom's query. He hummed pensively, his lips curving and his voice vibrating to the tune of his exhale. Kendall thought about the times when their roles were reversed. There were times during their adolescence when James had been Kendall's shoulder to cry on when he'd broken down and faced his most difficult struggles. Why would this be any different?

"Have you ever thought I was too much?" Kendall responded. "I wasn't always the best boyfriend growing up. I was a jerk sometimes. I lied sometimes. I drove you crazy a lot of the time. Sometimes, I even drove you away."

Kendall raised his vacant hand to James' cheek, granting his groom the opportunity to lean into his touch as he gently stroked his face. Though no words had been spoken in that brief moment, it was evident that both men had silently recalled their teenage years and the struggles that came with them.

"You still showed up. You came back every time," Kendall remarked painstakingly. "So, was I ever too much?"

"Of course not."

Though Kendall was relieved to hear James' response, he couldn't help noticing a lingering hint of apprehension. "Then why do you look like you still don't understand?" he asked, ceasing his gentle strokes.

"Because I don't. Why are you still here?"

"Let me ask you this," Kendall began. "Do you wanna marry me?"

"Absolutely."

"Then why don't you meet me at the altar and find out?" Kendall suggested with a cock of his head and the turn of a smirk. "Can you do that for me?"

A small part of James wanted to wait for his mother in case she'd magically show up at the last minute and rescind her earlier disapproval. However, he recognized that'd be a fruitless endeavor and would only lead to additional heartbreak. James thought about what Kendall said about continuing to entertain his mother's emotional dictatorship over him. He'd suffered under her parental tyranny for so long that he'd lost sight of his happiness. But it was time to redirect his focus and start advocating for himself, even if that meant leaving his mother behind.

"Yeah, I can do that," James breathed.

"Good," Kendall whispered, pulling James in for a long overdue hug. He clung to James' upper torso and slowly swayed back and forth to simulate cradling motions. His embrace was grounding, relaxing, and emotionally stimulating. James surrendered to Kendall, clutching his back as he buried his face in his husband-to-be's shoulder. He felt he could finally breathe once again after struggling to tread water in the depths of his inner turmoil for so long.

After giving James' torso a gentle squeeze, Kendall pulled away and let his hands drift down the length of James' arms until they reached his fingers. "C'mon, let's get back in there," he said, intertwining their fingers and leading James back into the venue.

The two soon-to-be-married men hurried back to the beginning of the aisle, where Jennifer and Katie happily awaited their return. Jennifer hurriedly gestured for Katie to begin spreading the flower petals. Katie obliged, beginning her stroll down the aisle as she scattered a mixture of cornflower and lavender petals with each step.

"Change of plans, Mom," Kendall warned as he retrieved his bouquet of lilacs and handed it to James. "You'll be walking James down the aisle instead."

"I will?" Jennifer uttered.

"She will?" James added.

"Just trust me on this," Kendall implored.

James and Jennifer exchanged glances, their brows rising as they contemplated this minor yet unexpected change. "Is that okay with you, James?" she asked, not wanting to anticipate anything.

James turned to Kendall and was met with a confident, assured gaze. The blonde wore a beautifully dimpled smile that put James' worries to rest, assuring him that he was certain about making this gesture. He nodded at James, granting him permission to walk down the aisle in his stead.

"Yeah, I'm fine with that," James replied.

Kendall fled the aisle with two hearty thumbs-ups and stood at the altar in James' place, where Logan, Carlos, and the officiant awaited his presence. Jennifer took James by the arm and looked up at him, saying, "Are you ready?"

James nervously clutched Kendall's bouquet, clinging to it like a lifeline. He kept his eyes forward as he replied, saying, "Ready as I'll ever be."

The two began their silent stroll down the aisle. Kendall stood proudly at the altar, his hands folded firmly before him and his smile beaming with joy so palpable it weighed on the skin of his face. Carlos stood behind him, fighting back the tears that expressed the happiness he felt for two of his best buds. Logan slowly turned his head to Carlos, his eyes wrinkling in an impartial stare.

"Why are you crying? He hasn't even made it down the aisle yet," Logan asked in a hushed whisper.

"Weddings just make me cry, man!" Carlos whispered back. Logan rolled his eyes and consoled Carlos with a couple pats on the back and a quick rub on his shoulder. Carlos frantically wiped his tears to avoid drawing attention from the almost-married couple but his tears kept flooding like a leaky faucet. Logan sighed as he retrieved the handkerchief from his breast pocket and handed it to his weeping friend. As Carlos' nose honked into the handkerchief, Logan pulled him onto his shoulder and rubbed circles into his back to relinquish Carlos' tears indefinitely.

"Thank you for doing this, Mrs. Knight," James mumbled as he and Jennifer continued their stroll.

"You've known me for years, honey," Jennifer replied. "Call me Jennifer."

"Right... thank you, Jennifer."

"You're welcome," Jennifer grinned. "So, are you okay now?"

"No," James confessed with a heavy sigh. "But I will be."

As their stroll down the aisle came to a reluctant end, Jennifer joined Katie in the audience, and James stood across from Kendall at the altar. James' eyes locked with Kendall's, a mixture of hope and contentment swimming in his emerald gaze. His heart swelled to see so much love flickering in Kendall's eyes. They took each other's hands and grinned at one another as if it were almost a competition.

"Oh, here," James utters as he returns the lilac bouquet to Kendall. "You should have this back."

"Thanks for keeping it warm for me," Kendall chuckled, eliciting a kindred reaction from James.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James Diamond and Kendall Knight in matrimony," The wedding officiant began.

The ceremony continued with an overdrawn script from the officiant, a heartfelt exchange of vows, and many shed tears. The nearly married couple cracked a few jokes in their vows, shared a couple laughs, and referred to their two closest friends standing closely behind them. A myriad of reactions emerged from the audience—coos, tears, blank stares, and nodding heads.

"James and Kendall will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and lifelong commitment." The officiant remarked, allowing Carlos and Logan to present a pair of silver wedding bands. James took Kendall's hand, gently inserting his finger into his assigned ring. Kendall returned the gesture, the excitement on their faces radiant and infectious. Their pair of best buds stepped back and watched as the final moments of the ceremony unfolded.

"Kendall, do you take James Diamond to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiant began once more. "Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, for so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Kendall grinned.

"And James, do you take Kendall Knight to be—" The officiant trailed off.

"Yes, absolutely!" James beamed. "You had me at Kendall."

Cheers and giggles emerged from the audience at James' display of eagerness and excitement. Kendall's cheeks flushed with color, highlighting the contours of his dimpled smile. James looked into the audience, his gaze falling upon the reserved seat meant for his mother. It stung to see her chair empty, barren, and cold. But he couldn't afford to focus on a loss that couldn't possibly measure up to the greatest victory awaiting him in real-time. He returned his gaze to Kendall, squeezing his hands the way he'd grown accustomed to feeling.

"If there are no objections, then by the power vested in me by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you husband and husband," The officiant concluded. "You may now kiss the—"

James' arms immediately enveloped Kendall's waist in his abrupt kiss. Pleasantly surprised and powerless to resist, Kendall throws his arms around James' neck, their bodies flush against one another as they share their first-ever kiss as a married couple. James lifted his husband from the ground, eliciting a surprised yelp as he spun him in circles. His abrupt movements kept Kendall squealing and clinging to him for dear life.

While James fled the altar with his husband securely cradled in his arms, Kendall tossed his bouquet behind him without a second thought. Logan and Carlos simultaneously dove to catch it, crying, "I got it!" in unison. They charged for the bouquet in mid-air and crashed on the ground as they both grabbed different heights of the stems.

The two bouquet-fetching men rose to their feet, realizing they'd both caught the bouquet. They narrowed their eyes at each other in competitive gazes as the tension began poisoning their better judgment.

"I believe I grabbed the bouquet first, so you can let go now," Logan sneered as he snatched the lilacs away from Carlos.

"I don't think so. You see, I'm the one who caught the bouquet first," Carlos refuted, pulling the bouquet back toward him.

"Oh, you wish," Logan hissed as he seized the bouquet yet again.

"Yeah, I do wish. So, gimme!" Carlos barked in his attempt to regain ownership of the lilacs.

"Keep dreaming, pal!" Logan retaliated.

The two flower-fueled competitors repeated their back-and-forth motions of snatching the bouquet. They rocked back and forth with each fruitless tug and tussle. It wasn't long before their motions had become more aggressive and combative in their efforts to keep the bouquet of lilacs indefinitely.

As they fought each other to no avail, continuing to pull the bouquet away from each other, it eventually flew out of their hands and back into the air. "No!" they cried in unison as they watched their supposed prize evade them.

"Sorry, boys," Katie smirked as she caught the bouquet without needing to rise from her seat. "This one's mine."

Carlos and Logan's faces fell, their jaws dropping and heads hanging low in defeat. They had no choice but to forfeit the bouquet to the one guest they had no chance of defeating or bargaining with. As the two dispirited men stayed at the altar to wallow in their combined failure, the guests began filing out of the venue to attend the reception.

"Hey, everyone's leaving," Carlos observed, sharing a pensive glance with Logan. They nodded at each other in understanding, their smirks wide and energetic in nature.

"Race you to the reception?" Logan suggested.

"You're on!" Carlos roared.

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YES

And let's talk about Confetti Falling. No references to gender except "Mr. First Kiss"? That song makes me go feral (affectionate).

and "we're being who we are, even if they hate that" from Like Nobody's Around?

and "let your brightest colors fly, be who you are no compromise" from Edge of Great

They weren't even trying to be subtle and I love it SO MUCH

You know what I love about both btr and jatp (song wise)?

That they both have songs that have 'straight' in them.

Big Time Rush - Big Time Rush

'Make it count, play it straight'

Julie and the Phantoms- Edge of Great

'It's never straight no'

Like what are y'all trying to say?? We all have eyes and we can all see that you guys are not straight you don't have tell us that?