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"Then tell me." James responded easily, eyes locked to Barty in a way that suggested a dare

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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hiya, marls

*grins and messes up her hair*

hows it going, blondie?

James Fleamont Potter

Age - 21

Studying - sports science 2nd year

Extra - captain of and chaser for the university's quidditch team

Job goals - professional quidditch player

Best Mates:

Evan - my weirdo - @rooooooz

Sirius - my second half - @beating-up-moonsnsuns

Remus - sweetheart - @wolfy-mcwolf-wolf

Peter - plant freak - @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng

Lily - wifey - @echo-of-evans

Barty - the other weirdo - @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

[will be added to as people join]

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person i have never met?

James Fleamont Potter

Age - 21

Studying - sports science 2nd year

Extra - captain of and chaser for the university's quidditch team

Job goals - professional quidditch player

Best Mates:

Evan - my weirdo - @rooooooz

Sirius - my second half - @beating-up-moonsnsuns

Remus - sweetheart - @wolfy-mcwolf-wolf

Peter - plant freak - @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng

Lily - wifey - @echo-of-evans

Barty - the other weirdo - @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

[will be added to as people join]

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James leans forward and tilts Barty's head back up.

"Please don't do that. Please don't hide. I'm not going to hurt you, you don't need to hide from me."

He let his fingers brush across Barty's jaw in what he hoped was a comforting way before he took his hand back, leaning back into the wall beside him and stubbing out the finished cigarette.

He wished it lasted longer, but he forgot to cast a spell to prevent it burning out until it was too late for that.

To give himself something to do, James pulled his broom closer to him and absent mindedly brushes his hand across the sticks bit at the end of it, straightening out any stray ones that moved during practice and then just continuing for the motion, a bit like petting an animal.

"I'm serious, you know. Try me. How bad can you be?" He grinned. "Do your worst, B."

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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"try me" he shrugged, kicking playfully at Barty's leg.

"y'can't be that bad. you've been nothing but nice so far."

and then to himself, James muttered "eres demasiado confiado en alguien que acabas de conocer."

you are too trusting of someone you just met

and he was. he was letting himself get attached quickly, yet again. James had done this before, and he had got hurt before, but never showed it.

you can't show how broken you are inside. you know people who have it so much worse. these little things don't matter, nobody would care. hide it, hide it, hide it. keep it down. you need to be the happy one. the one your friends can go to for help. you need to support them. your own pain is stupid in comparison.

James always, every time, hid when he was hurt. He never felt he deserved care given to him about those things, not when other people needed that care so much more than he did. He could react in private, or with his parents, and that was all. Nobody else deserved that weight put onto them.

And if his trust in Barty ended up misplaced, James would follow that exact same routine. Hide it away until he was alone and could break down about the situation without burdening anyone else.

For now, all he could do was hope he was correct in that trust.

//ooc: excuse my possibly shit translation thats google translate but it looks correct to me with my limited spanish knowledge//

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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At Barty's lack of response to the smoke, James pulled the cigarette away from his mouth and made a noise that crossed halfway between a cough and a laugh as some form of reaction.

"Merlin, I like you" he grinned. It had been such a small thing, but it was enough to prove that Barty was going to be fun to have around. It was great to have friends who just didn't give a fuck when he did stupid things, such as blowing cigarette smoke into their face.

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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"Start of the year. A couple of team members graduated last year, so had to recruit new members for the team, and they haven't learnt how to mesh into the pre-existing ways we work together. They're good guys, they'll get there. But I'm captain this year, so it's on me to make that happen."

James breathed out another cloud of smoke right towards Barty's face without thinking, his head resting onto the wall beside them to match Barty's positioning.

"I'm okay, though. Just tiring."

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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James forced a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "Sorry. Need it right now" He mumbled, turning to face Barty. "Long day, and its only like 2pm"

He curled his free hand into his hair, tugging on it absent mindedly. "Y'can have it back if its an issue. I'll live."

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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James left as practice finished, heading back towards the changing rooms to shower and get changed, but noticing Barty leaning against the wall outside the building on his way there.

Without even thinking about if Barty would want company, he sat beside the younger, leaving his broom propped up against the wall beside them.

You shouldn't be smoking, James He thought, but he had a stressful practice. Being captain meant being in charge, and there were a few new members on the team, which made the first few practices of the year not so fun, until the team got used to working together, and today had been the first proper practice of the year after the tryouts for the team.

And stressed out James wanted to smoke.

So he hooked the cigarette out of Barty's mouth and placed it between his own lips, leaning his head back onto the wall and blowing out smoke after a moment. He would've asked for a fresh one, but Barty had barely lit this one, so he wasn't too bothered by the need for an entire one.

He typically only smoked when he was drinking, but once in a blue moon couldn't hurt too bad. Anyway, he was magic, if he got breathing trouble he was sure a spell or potion could fix it. The chances of damage to his career future were slim from smoking maybe two packs in a year total.

"Thanks, mate" he grinned, letting his eyes slide shut as he focused on the cigarette, breathing slow to make the most of it.

Barty was sitting outside, back against the wall with a cigarette up to their lips. They were thinking, not about anything in particular, just thinking. They did this often, just sat to think alone. People had called them crazy their entire life for it, but they secretly enjoyed the accusations, for more people would decide to leave them alone, then.

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Nice.

*unphased, unbothered*

*kicks at Barty a little accidentally*

@beating-up-moonsnsuns @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

James is practicing quidditch drills alone on the grounds outside the university, throwing a ball and then flying as fast as he can to try and catch it again. It's not the same as an actual game of course, but it's good practice.

Nearby are the open gardens and the greenhouses, which he repeatedly flies past as extra practice to avoid obstacles. Sure, he wouldn't have to avoid anything as large as full buildings in a real game, but it's the best he could think of when he didn't have any other players to dodge around.

@rooooooz @beating-up-moonsnsuns @wolfy-mcwolf-wolf @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng @echo-of-evans @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

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James was quick to return the kiss, filled with desperation and desire, want and need. He let his hands slide further under Evan's shirt, only pulling away from the kiss when he needed to breath.

His breath had easily become ragged, shaky.

"Rosie" he mumbled, taking the name he had heard Barty use earlier without even thinking, liking it too much.

His eyes were locked to Evans, blinking too often as his heart sped up, as his whole system sped up.

"I'm yours" James whispered, not daring to change the touch between them, just taking in the moment.

//and we fade to black and i dm you to continue :)//

James shows up, once again, at the bar Evan works at.

This time, he's alone.

And he has made to purposefully show up at the end of Evan's shift.

Instead of going inside, he leans up on the wall beside the staff exit, waiting, just waiting.

All he can hope is Evan notices him when he leaves.

He is desperate for a kiss.

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James made a low noise of satisfication and leant into Evan's touch, breathing in slowly.

"Just- want to be wanted" James muttered under his breath, pushing evan's head off of his shoulder gently so that he could tuck himself into evan's neck, breathing in the scent.

"Just want you." he spoke with slightly more confidence, but muffled into evan's neck, slipping his hands under evan's shirt to rest against his lower back.

"just want to be loved." those last words were the loudest of the three sentences, despite the muffledness.

James shows up, once again, at the bar Evan works at.

This time, he's alone.

And he has made to purposefully show up at the end of Evan's shift.

Instead of going inside, he leans up on the wall beside the staff exit, waiting, just waiting.

All he can hope is Evan notices him when he leaves.

He is desperate for a kiss.

@rooooooz

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James found he couldn't care less about the mess.

He was in Evan's home.

He felt nothing but peace.

His eyes scanned around slowly, before making a beeline to what he assumed to be the bedroom, and dropping himself onto the bed.

At first, he only sat, stripping his shoes, socks, and shirt off of himself and letting them join the clothing on the floor.

Then he realised Evan wasn't with him, and trailed back into the main area, still only in his trousers, and leaning onto the wall.

"Would you rather stay awake for a bit? Or are you tired?" James questioned, realising he had made an assumption regarding sleep.

He wasn't even really tired, himself. He just assumed Evan would be, and he wanted that company. He was perfectly happy to lay awake if it meant he got Evan's touch.

James shows up, once again, at the bar Evan works at.

This time, he's alone.

And he has made to purposefully show up at the end of Evan's shift.

Instead of going inside, he leans up on the wall beside the staff exit, waiting, just waiting.

All he can hope is Evan notices him when he leaves.

He is desperate for a kiss.

@rooooooz

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James felt a smile cross his face.

"Hello, Ev."

He didn't touch Evan, but he wanted to. He just wanted Evan to move first. He wanted to be sure his touch was wanted by the younger, that he wasn't forcing anything.

"Came to see you- missed you."

"Can I- come home with you? Or- you can come to mine, if you would rather."

James realises he isn't aware of if Evan lives with anyone, and doesn't want to create any pressure there.

"It's- it's fine if you would rather not, tonight. I just wanted to see you."

James shows up, once again, at the bar Evan works at.

This time, he's alone.

And he has made to purposefully show up at the end of Evan's shift.

Instead of going inside, he leans up on the wall beside the staff exit, waiting, just waiting.

All he can hope is Evan notices him when he leaves.

He is desperate for a kiss.

@rooooooz

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James shows up, once again, at the bar Evan works at.

This time, he's alone.

And he has made to purposefully show up at the end of Evan's shift.

Instead of going inside, he leans up on the wall beside the staff exit, waiting, just waiting.

All he can hope is Evan notices him when he leaves.

He is desperate for a kiss.

@rooooooz

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*breaths out a laugh*

*kisses his cheek*

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James is practicing quidditch drills alone on the grounds outside the university, throwing a ball and then flying as fast as he can to try and catch it again. It's not the same as an actual game of course, but it's good practice.

Nearby are the open gardens and the greenhouses, which he repeatedly flies past as extra practice to avoid obstacles. Sure, he wouldn't have to avoid anything as large as full buildings in a real game, but it's the best he could think of when he didn't have any other players to dodge around.

@rooooooz @beating-up-moonsnsuns @wolfy-mcwolf-wolf @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng @echo-of-evans @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

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*grins*

not an incorrect word there.

*fake lovey voice* oh how i adore you, siri.

@beating-up-moonsnsuns @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng @b4tsh1t-cr4zy

James is practicing quidditch drills alone on the grounds outside the university, throwing a ball and then flying as fast as he can to try and catch it again. It's not the same as an actual game of course, but it's good practice.

Nearby are the open gardens and the greenhouses, which he repeatedly flies past as extra practice to avoid obstacles. Sure, he wouldn't have to avoid anything as large as full buildings in a real game, but it's the best he could think of when he didn't have any other players to dodge around.

@rooooooz @beating-up-moonsnsuns @wolfy-mcwolf-wolf @pl4nt-b0y-dr43m1ng @echo-of-evans @b4tsh1t-cr4zy