#why do you feel the need to get angry over make-believe honestly

[anadrenalineslut]

people getting mad headcanons to me is like getting mad at someone for playing pretend incorrectly like what do you mean i'm pretending this character is autistic incorrectly?

[dunmesh]

okay i don't have anything smart to add i just genuinely love that these seemingly trivial jokes are actually an important part of his character. we see it throughout the entire manga, how he pushes aside his own frustration and discomfort to accommodate everyone else's and avoid needless confrontation- another example off the top of my head would be the barometz chapter in which he slowly gets frustrated with izutsumi but still tries his best to talk some sense into her calmly and soundly.

and in contrast, there are very few times he expresses his anger and hurt towards others, and it usually takes a lot for him to finally lose his patience and control.

i mean, even with kabru he tried to be polite despite the circumstances until the guy said the one thing that triggers an immense sense of shame, hurt and rage in laios. and you know, the manga does say it quite clearly early on. when we are introduced to namari and then to shuro, laios acts all friendly and shows his respect and trust in them despite how things ended between them, and everyone else gets frustrated with him for acting so strange- why are you the one who tries so hard to pacify the rest when you should be the angriest?

and they don't understand him. they don't know him well enough to be able to understand, but we as readers get to see during the manga that they aren't wrong to question him- he does, in fact, feel all those ugly emotions. and it's when the winged lion finally confronts him that we see to what extent these feelings he buried so deep go, and suddenly all those funny little moments where he sometimes pretends to be mr nice guy speak volumes about his character. honestly, ryoko kui is a master at using jokes in order to define important character traits and this one doesn't fail to amaze me.

and laios's hatred and rage and deep scars he can't get over aren't shown explicitly during most of these moments i mentioned before, but now you realize there are 26 years of emotional baggage to all of them and they sting. he is angry but he can't say shit, what difference would it make? it won't make his friends choose him instead of themselves when he needed them most, and it won't help his party get any farther. of course, this logic doesn't apply to them- they are absolutely allowed to get angry and it's fine to get mad at him, he can take that.

so after finishing the series it's so clear that he tries his best to avoid clashing with others not just due to the current circumstances and him needing to be a reliable leader but also because he knows that people don't even like him when he tries to show his good sides and hide all the rest, so who the hell would tolerate his rage and despair? who would stay after realizing that he is so deeply flawed he doesn't even like his own being?

but he does get mad. he can't help it, and sometimes it gets out of control and now everyone knows. and it's funny, isn't it? that most of those moments ended up bringing him closer to others. shuro admitting he is envy of him and actually becoming the friend laios thought he was all along, fighting for his sake and waiting for him to come back- believing in him even after he turned into a monster and searching for him the way he couldn't bring himself to do for falin when he learned of what became of her- or kabru being pushed to just let it all out because he couldn't bluff his way out of this one and get to laios any other way, so now they are even. they are both horribly honest with each other and they both choose to stay. a weird way of getting to know each other, but it is what it is.

it's simply... the more laios let himself just be, the deeper his relationships grew. and there's intimacy in being your ugly, weak and furious self around someone and them not leaving you. feeling safe enough to let it be known you are hurt and angry. and he knows that now, too.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

What Was I Made For? - James Potter

A/N: well, it looks like this keeps on working so... I hope you guys like it!

Anonymous asked: Request for hufflepuff black!reader x James with the prompt "Forget it. Just like you forget everything else." Where reader has never had a fun birthday celebration and usually ignores her birthday but James promises to do something fun for her and gets her hopes up but then stands her up accidentally (with happy ending please). Thanks so much <;33

Warnings: this is super angsty! (and super long) but it has a happy ending; mentions of abuse and overall a not happy family life, reader feels weird for not really knowing how to express her feelings; let me know if I missed anything

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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What Was I Made For?

Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be Something I wait for, something I'm made for

12:08 a.m. Your birthday was over. And he didn’t come. Of course, he wouldn’t come. You kept looking at your watch feeling a tiny bit of hope that he would come running any second, apologizing for being late. But, deep down, you knew it wasn’t going to happen. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, and decided to finally leave. You were angry. But not at him. At yourself. You should have known better. You never should have trusted a word he said. Because he treated you as if you were the center of his universe. And you were stupid enough to believe him. Because that’s what James Potter did. He made you feel as if you were the only thing that mattered to him. Damn him and his stupid beautiful smile. The one that got you into this mess…

“You actually want me to believe that you need my help in Potions?” you insisted as he raised his hands in surrender while you pointed your wand at him. “Why are you asking me?”

“B-because you’re top of our class-”

“That’s not true. Severus Snape is” you insisted.

“First of all, I would never ask Snivelly for help” he rolled his eyes. “And secondly, I doubt that’s true since you are a year younger than us and are already taking Advance Potions-”

“So ask Lilly Evans then-?”

“Evans hates me-”

“So do I!”

“Wait, y-you do?” he asked, confused, stepping away from your wand. He sounded genuinely hurt.

“I…” you weren’t able to continue. You never really hated James Potter. You hated him because you were supposed to, weren’t you? “D-don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you” he informed you. “Why would I?”

“Because Sirius does! And you’re his best friend” you told him. James noticed the hurt in your voice and in your look. He knew you missed Sirius.

“Your brother doesn’t hate you” he insisted and you scoffed, looking away and lowering your wand. “He doesn’t!”

“Look, Potter, you don’t have to lie, okay?” you glared at him a little. “Isn’t your father a famous potioneer? Shouldn’t you be good at Potions?”

“Yeah, he is… you gotta love the irony, love” he smirked.

“Don’t call me that!” you glared at him. “What if Sirius finds out?”

“He won’t” he assured you. “And I honestly don’t think he would mind if he does” he tried.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Isn’t the loveliness of my company enough, love?” he asked but he saw you raising your wand at him and he put up his hands in surrender. “Fine… what do you want?”

You thought about it for a moment. Nobody had ever asked you what you wanted. Not really. You were always just told what to do. And then, you thought of the one thing you had always wanted but could never do.

“Um… if I tell you… do you promise not to tell anyone? Or um… laugh at me?” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked down. James had to admit, he had never seen you like this. You always looked so confident, like everyone else in the Black family.

“I promise” he said, making you sigh.

“W-would you teach me um… how to uh- f-fly?” you asked in a small voice, James wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly.

“Um… didn’t you learn how to fly in your first year?” he asked, confused.

“Look, it’s a long story. Are you in or not?” you asked, going back to your usual self and James let out a small chuckle.

“Fine. It’s a deal. You teach me Potions, I teach you to fly” he said, putting his hand so you would shake it. Which you did, pulling him closer.

“And Sirius is not to find about this, is that clear?”

“Perfect.”

And that’s what it was. Perfect. For the following months, you and James spent a lot of time together. In the beginning, you found him incredibly obnoxious since he kept trying to become your friend. Which he quickly managed. You let your guard down and found yourself actually liking his company. And then, it grew into more. You never thought it could happen, but it did. He had somehow become your favorite person. Granted, not many people talked to you so, it wasn’t hard. But if there was a word you would use to describe James Potter was, enchanting. And you quickly fell for him. And you hated it. Because now, here you were. Tired, hungry, alone, and upset. You made your way to the Kitchens, hoping that you could at least get some leftovers from the Elves.

“Miss Black” one of them greeted you happily. “We thought you weren’t going to make it” he said, making you frown in confusion.

“M-make it? What do you mean, Blim?” you asked, confused as two other elves carried a basket your way.

“Mr. Potter asked us to save this for him but he never came” he explained, confused. “Said it was really important for Miss Black’s birthday” he instructed as they handed you the basket. You felt yourself smiling a little but quickly wiped it away. He never came.

“Thank you so much, Blim” you told him.

“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Miss Black” he said, as they waved you goodbye. You thanked them happily, after all, they were the only ones that had wished you a happy birthday, and then you made your way to your dorm.

“Hi, Ophelia” you greeted your beautiful black cat.

At least she showed up for your birthday. You changed into your pajamas, played some of your favorite music on your record player, and sat on the small seat you had created against your window to go through the picnic basket only to find your favorite food. He’d remember. Everything was perfect, even the cake. Except, he hadn’t been there. He promised he would and you believed him. You knew Gryffindor played today. You knew they won. But he promised. And you believed him.

But again, it was your fault, really. You should have never let him in. You should have never told him what your favorite food was. Or why you didn’t know how to fly. Or that nobody in your house wanted to share a dorm with you anymore. You shouldn’t even have told him that today was your birthday. Well, yesterday. Because you now understood what he felt for you. It was pity. It wasn’t love.

“Alright, are you ready?” he asked, holding up the broom.

“Actually… I’m having second thoughts about this. I don’t want to do it” you said, nervously.

“Come on, love. I promise you’re gonna love it” he insisted.

You had grown accustomed to him calling you love by now. No matter how much you begged him, he wouldn’t stop. And no matter how much you tried to deny it, you were starting to like it.

“B-but what if I fall?” you asked, making him smile at you adorably and grabbing your hand.

“I promise I would never let that happen” he said sincerely. “But… we don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to” he assured you.

“No, it’s okay” you said, unconvincingly. “I just… need a minute” you told him, sitting down on the grass of the Quidditch pitch.

“Look, I know you’ve told me not to ask why you didn’t learn to fly sooner so…” he said, sitting down next to you. “May I ask why you want to learn now? Why is it so important to you?”

“I don’t know” you said, quietly as you started playing with the grass next to you. “My mother has told me not to my whole life” you informed him. “She always said it wasn’t for ladies” you said, bitterly. “On my first year, she sent an owl saying that she may not be able to control which house her disappointing daughter was sorted into but I was not to ride a broom, and well… you know nobody wants to go against Walburga Black” you said with a sad chuckle. “I always wanted to learn because Siri and Reggie- um… Sirius and Regulus both know how to and they love it” you continued. “I guess I wanted to have something in common with them” you smiled sadly. “Are you… are you crying?”

“I’m sorry” he said, wiping away the few tears on his cheeks. “That was just… um, w-well, every story Padfoot tells me from your home it’s just…”

“Sad, I know” you said as James composed himself. “You can say it” you told him.

“Is it… as bad for you as it is for Sirius?” he asked, worriedly.

“A little” you admitted. “At least Sirius has you, Remus, and Peter” you smiled a little.

“You have me too” he said, placing your hand on top of yours and making you look up at him. “You know that, right?” he asked, feeling his heart beating faster when your smile got bigger.

“You’re sweet, James” you said, surprising him a little. “What?”

“I think that’s the first time you call me by my first name” he smiled.

“Oh, s-sorry, um-”

“No, no” he chuckled. “I liked it” he assured you. “I um… I like you” he said, feeling his cheeks blushing.

“Y-you do?” you asked, breaking James' heart at how genuine your question sounded. As if you were actually confused as to why someone would like you.

“Of course, I do” he said, cupping your cheek gently.

“A-are you about to kiss me?” you whispered.

“Is that okay?” he asked sweetly and you nodded smiling before James gently pressed his lips against yours.

You had no idea what you were feeling. Your entire body felt as if fireworks were exploding everywhere. Never, in a million years would you have thought that kissing James Potter would feel so perfect, but now that you knew, you never wanted to stop.

“Alright. I think I’m ready” you said once you pulled apart. James smile at you and got up, offering you his hand to help you. “Y-you promise I won’t fall, right?”

“Promise, love” he said, pulling you closer and kissing your hand.

Lies. From that moment. You never should have fallen for him. How could you have been so stupid? James may have been right, every story from your childhood was extremely unhappy, but you had never felt so empty inside. Having a best friend who then turned into something more and you were sure that you felt was something that you had never felt before, and now it was gone.

You hoped listening to sad songs would help you cry but your eyes seemed dry. You felt the pain in your heart, which was weird. You never felt that before. But you thought you might as well cry. James said it might help whenever you felt upset. But it ended up being him who cried. And not you. So, you were about to just go to bed, when you heard someone knocking loudly on your door. At 1:47 in the morning. You sighed, rolling your eyes, and quickly ran over to open the door, revealing nobody on the other side.

“James, what the bloody hell are you doing? You’re going to wake up my entire house!” you said, pulling him inside and closing the door as he removed the cloak around him.

“I’m sorry, love! I am so sorry I’m late! I swear I lost track of time!” he slurred out.

He was drunk. Really drunk. He was still in his Quidditch robes, drunk out of his mind.

“Potter, you’re-”

“No, no, no! Please don’t call me Potter” he said, walking closer to you and grabbing your hands. “You only call me that when you’re mad” he pouted. “I know I screwed up but I promise I will make it up to you, love!”

“James, you’re drunk-”

“I know! There was a party because we won and I swear I was just going to be there for a few minutes b-because I’m the captain a-and I just lost track of time and-”

“You should leave” you said, quietly, avoiding his eyes. You knew you would cave if you looked into his beautiful doe-eyed face. And you had made up your mind.

“No, no, sweetheart, please I want to make it up to you. Please give me a chance!”

“You are drunk right now-”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry” he insisted. “I can- I just need to-”

“James, please. I’m tired and you’re drunk. Just go to bed” you said, firmly. “We can talk tomorrow if you want to” you told him.

“I don’t want you to be alone” he said, his eyes tearing up. “It’s your birthday!”

“It’s no longer my birthday so… you can go” you said, getting upset.

“I don’t want to leave you” he said, getting closer to you and cupping your cheek softly, making you look at him. “Please, love. I am so sorry” he said. “Please talk to me, just tell me how I can make this right. You can yell at me! You can throw things, I deserve it-”

“James, I don’t want to yell at you” you said, sighing tiredly. “I just want to go to sleep” you told him.

“I don’t want to leave you, love” he said, with a few tears escaping his eyes and bringing you closer. He was about to kiss you and you smelled the Firewhisky in his breath so you pulled away and he kissed your forehead instead.

“Fine” you sighed. “Y-you can stay but I’m tired, I just want to go to sleep” you gave in.

“Okay” James said, feeling his eyes welling up. He couldn’t believe he had failed you. Just like everyone else in your life. He fucked up. He slowly walked over to your bed and sat down. “Is… this okay?” he asked nervously.

“Sure” you said, sounding exhausted.

You threw yourself on your bed, turning your back to him and James quickly climbed next to you. You instantly felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you to him. You sighed deeply, preparing yourself for what was to come. You were going to miss him. You knew that much. You hated how used you had become to him. How regular it just seemed for him to show up and spend the night with you. So, you took it in. His scent, his touch, everything about him because you knew it would be gone by tomorrow.

“I’m really sorry, love” you heard him say before he kissed the back of your head.

“Just… go to sleep, James” you whispered back and it wasn’t long before you heard his snores.

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The next morning, James woke up to an empty bed, and the realization of the night before quickly came flooding back into his mind. He quickly sat up and saw you on your desk, writing on some parchment.

“Um- w-what time is it?” were the first words that came out of his mouth and he cursed himself. He was beyond stupid.

“It’s still early” you replied as you continued doing whatever it was you were doing. “If you hurry, you can still go to breakfast before your friends wonder where you are” you said, quietly.

“N-no. I don’t want to go to breakfast” he said, walking over to you. “I want to apologize and talk to you” he said, looking down at the parchment you were working on. “W-what’s that?”

You finished writing and stood up, handing the piece of parchment to him with a serious expression on your face.

“A list of people who are not Severus Snape that can tutor you in potions” you simply said, trying to make your way to your window seat.

“W-what?” he panicked.

“I have your things here” you said, handing him a box with his things. “Oh” you said, realizing you were wearing his sweater so you quickly took it off and placed it on top of his things. “Sorry” you said, and you felt like you were freezing.

“Wait, you’re- you’re breaking up with me?” James asked, placing everything aside and walking closer to you. “Please, just… hold on a second. I promise I can explain-”

“James” you said, taking a step back. It unnerved James how calmly you were talking to him. Like you did in the beginning. Like your walls were up again and he meant nothing more than a stranger to you. “I just don’t think that this is working” you said, silently.

“Please, don’t do this, love! I swear I want to make it up to you” he said as a few tears started falling down his cheeks.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you!” he shouted a bit louder than he intended to. “I know I fucked up and I am so sorry! But please, love, just give me another chance, I swear I didn’t mean to miss it-”

“That doesn’t matter, James-”

“Yes, it does! I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, I understand that! But this is a fight, I- I can make it up to you and w-we can go back to the way it was-”

“Why would we do that?” you asked, confused.

“Because that’s what couples do!” he insisted.

“We’re not a couple, James” you said, sounding broken.

“Yes, we are!”

“No, we’re not. You never asked me to be your girlfriend. We’ve never gone out on a date. You barely talk to me outside these walls-”

“You said you didn’t want Sirius to know about us! I told you I didn’t care!”

“That doesn’t make a difference, James!”

“Yes, it does! Because I love you!”

“No, you don't!”

“Yes, I do! I love you so much and I know you love me too!”

“Okay, now you’re just being ridiculous, Potter” you said, with a sarcastic chuckle as you tried to walk into your bathroom but James blocked your way.

“No, I’m not!” he said, softly as you tried to look away. He gently cupped your cheek with his big, strong hand and slowly lifted your face so you could see him. Not even a sign of tears while his eyes were flooded. “Tell me you don’t” he said, quietly.

“E-excuse me?” you asked, confused.

“Tell me you don’t love me” he said. “I know you’ve never said that you love me but whenever I tell you that I do, you smile and you kiss me! You’ve never said that you don’t! So, tell me you don’t love me” he insisted.

“James!”

“No! If you want to break up with me, at least talk to me first! You at least have to tell me how you feel about me!” he argued.

“You wanna know how I feel about you?” you snapped pushing yourself away from him.

“Yes!”

“You really want to know how you make me feel?” you said, getting upset.

“Yes!”

“I have no idea how you make me feel, James!” you snapped, breaking James’ heart. “Y-you make me feel happy and angry, and scared, and sad, and crazy, and warm, and vulnerable, and like I can break at any moment, but I somehow know that I won’t because you won’t let that happen but then I feel so lost if you’re not there! And I feel weak and confused, and-” enchanted. “And, alive and like I can float, and sure but unsure at the same time, and like I can be myself and I want to try to be a better person but it wouldn’t matter because you still look at me with that stupid grin! And- and-” you said, trying to take deep breaths. “I don’t know! It’s just a lot all at once and I don’t know how to handle it and I don’t like it!” you said, trying to catch your breath. “I don’t like it, James!”

“Okay, okay!” James said, quickly walking over to you and placing his hands on each side of your face. “Breathe, love, please” he said quietly, as you slowly tried to catch your breath and stop shaking. James was now fully weeping but a small smile formed on his face. “Sweetheart” he said, quietly. “That’s love” he told you.

“W-what?”

“What you’re feeling” he explained. “That’s love” he insisted.

“How do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Because that’s exactly how I feel about you” he said as you managed to even your breathing again.

“I don’t like feeling scared” you whispered.

“I know, love” he smiled. “I know, and I’m scared too-”

“Then why would you still want to be with me?”

“Because I love you” he repeated. “And… you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been and I know that I fucked up yesterday, I do, but I promise I will make it up to you and, if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me, love” he said in a serious tone.

You took a deep breath. You wanted to. You really did. You wanted to know what was on the other side and if you could live a ‘happily ever after’ that you read in so many stories when you were a kid. But this was real life. And you couldn’t break James Potter like you broke everything else you touched.

“No, James” you said, pushing away from him.

“B-but-” he tried but you walked away, going to your bathroom.

“Please, James. Just… forget it. Like you forget everything else" you said sadly before you walked inside, locking the door and your heart broke when you still heard him cry.

James turned to look at the box you left with all of his things. He couldn’t bring himself to take it. He needed to make things right. He walked out of your dorm and your house and made his way over to the Gryffindor Tower, not even caring about breakfast. He plopped himself on the furthest sofa, and after a while, he heard giggling and a group of girls walking over to him.

“Hey, Potter” Marlene asked. It wasn’t usual to see him without his three friends and his energy was entirely different today. “You okay?”

“Um… can I ask you, girls, something?” he said as Marlene, Dorcas, Lily, and Alice sat around him. “I would ask my friends but… in this particular subject they all are just… useless” he chuckled sadly.

“Is it about a girl?” Alice asked.

“Well… yeah” he admitted.

“Oh, Merlin it is! Who is it?” Dorcas asked, excitedly.

“I can’t… say it out loud, Sirius can’t know!”

“He’s your best friend, why can’t he know?”

“Because it’s his sister” Lily smirked.

“What?” the other three reacted shocked.

“How did you know?” James asked, confused.

“I’ve seen you in Potions” she shrugged. “You two are cute together” she smiled. “So, what happened?”

“Well, we had been seeing each other for a while now and yesterday was her birthday and I promised her that we would do something and I had this whole picnic planned in the Astronomy tower but… I lost track of time and-”

“No!” Alice said, her smile dropping.

“You didn’t!” Dorcas frowned.

“You forgot?” Marlene asked, slapping his arm.

“I didn’t mean to! We were playing with our secondary team because we had so many hurt players, I didn’t think we would win! And then we did and I started drinking and I just lost track of time!”

“You are unbelievable potter!” Marlene glared at him.

“I want to make things right! I love her and I’m pretty sure she loves me to-”

“Pretty sure?” Alice asked with an arched eyebrow.

“W-well, she hasn’t said it, exactly, but I know she feels it” he insisted. “Look, this is the first time I’ve felt like this in my life and I know that I fucked up but… I also know she’s scared and it just… I want to make things right” he insisted.

The four girls shared looks amongst themselves before they went back to James and Lily nodded.

“Alright, we’ll help you” she agreed.

“Really?”

“Yes, but only because she has looked happier lately, and you seem to actually be sorry. But if you fuck this up again, Potter-” Dorcas threatened.

“I know, I swear, I won’t!” he told them.

“Alright, then” Alice smirked.

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“What are you doing here?”

“For fuck’s sake!” you jumped, falling down the stairs you were on and landing on the floor. “Sirius!” you said, getting up. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?” you glared at your older brother.

“I asked first” he shrugged.

“None of your business” you said, rolling your eyes. “You?”

“Same” he said.

“Fine. This has been lovely, then” you said, trying to walk out of the class but Sirius stopped you.

“Okay, no! Wait!” he said, grabbing your arm and turning you around. “I was… looking for you” he admitted.

“If you’re planning on stealing my Potions essay, I haven’t finished it yet-”

“No, that’s not it” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I… wanted to… um… talk to you” he said, awkwardly.

“Why?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Well, there are… a few things I wanted to tell you” he admitted. “If um… you’d like to come with me to the… Lake or something” he said.

“Well, since you asked so normally” you said, still confused. But this was the first time that Sirius talked to you in so long, you really didn’t want to take it for granted, so you followed him. Once you reached to the Great Lake he sat down near a tree and pointed his side so you would join him. “So… did you bring me here to kill me or-”

“Shut up” he said with a faint chuckle. He then looked inside his bag and got out a small present. “Here” he said, handing it to you. “Um… happy birthday” he said quietly. You raised your eyebrow at him before grabbing the gift.

“Is this thing going to catch fire or something?”

“No!” he argued. But he couldn’t really blame you for thinking that. “No, I promise, I just… I know I’m a day late-”

“You’re about six years late but, alright” you said a bit harshly.

“I guess I deserve that” he muttered as you opened your present and you saw all of your favorite candy from Honeydukes. “I… wanted to say that… I’m sorry” he said.

“Um… why?”

“What do you mean why? For shutting you and Regulus out when I got sorted into Gryffindor and then… still not reaching out to you when you were sorted in Hufflepuff-”

“No, I know but… I mean… why now? Do you need something? Are you dying? Am I dying?”

“Stop it, bug!” he said, rolling his eyes and then looking at you when he realized what he had just called you. You felt your heart stopping for a moment.

“You… you haven’t called me that in a very long time” you said, feeling warmth in your heart. Once you thought was absolutely gone.

“I know… I’m sorry, if you’re not okay with it-”

“It’s okay” you quickly said. “I… kind of missed it” you admitted, looking away.

“You used to hate it” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I know but… once it was gone…” you sighed.

“We’re both really bad at this, aren’t we?” he laughed a little and, to his surprise, you did too.

“We definitely are the worst at feelings” you admitted. “Why are you apologizing to me now?” you asked curiously.

“A couple of reasons” he said. “I miss you” he admitted and you glared at him a little. “I really do!” he insisted. “Look, I get that we are awful at feelings and all that but… I’ve kind of been working on it and… I just… I want a relationship with my little sister” he said genuinely.

“Those are big words, Sirius” you chuckled. “What do you even know about relationships?”

“Well… I’m… currently in one” he said, looking away.

“You are?” you asked, a bit shocked and he nodded. “Wow, who’s the unlucky girl?”

Sirius let out a scoff, glaring at you. “Actually… it’s not a girl” he corrected.

“Is it Lupin?” you asked as Sirius widened his eyes in surprise.

“How did you know?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, you sink a deeper level of idiot whenever you’re around him” you informed him.

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is. Last week you knocked down your cauldron and three others when he laughed” you pointed out.

“That was… an accident” he tried to defend himself.

“Sure, it was” you said sarcastically.

“So… what do you think?” he asked, nervously.

“Why would you care what I think?”

“Well, you’re my sister, and… you’re also… the first person I’ve told” he admitted.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah” he said with a nervous smile.

“Well, if I’m being completely honest… I think Remus can do a lot better than you” you said with a smirk, making Sirius push you a little and glare at you.

“That’s not funny” he argued.

“I wasn’t joking” you said. “Is he… the one that’s making you get in touch with your feelings?”

“Kinda” he admitted. “You know, he and James grew up in a functional home, and… they know how to feel like a normal person” he informed you. “So… a few months ago, I was where you are right now” he added.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, nervously.

“I’m talking about you and Prongs and how you are afraid of being in a relationship with him” he said, casually.

“W-what? D-did James say-?”

“He didn’t say anything, but he’s a terrible liar” he shrugged. “I’ve known for a while and… to be honest, I have never seen him as happy as he is with you” he told you. “And… I have never seen him as miserable as today” he added. “So, I knew you were probably feeling worse, but… had no idea how to express it” he told you.

“How would you even know that?”

“Because you’re just like me” he told you. “A few months ago, Remus and I had our first fight. He told me that he loved me and… I kind of ran away” he said. “We didn’t speak for about three days. I was in such a bad mood, even I didn’t want to deal with myself” he explained. “Look, I know that we are wired differently than everyone else because mum and dad didn’t exactly teach us how to… feel or… love” he continued. “So, when someone does, it feels-”

“Fucking weird” you added.

“Yeah” he agreed. “But… that doesn’t mean that we can’t, you know that, right? And it doesn’t mean we don’t deserve it, bug” he told you. “I know I screwed up on my part and I am really sorry for pushing you away-”

“Why did you do it?” you asked all of the sudden. “I get that you were angry when you came back home from your first year but… Regulus and I never thought any different from you and you… shut us down” you said, sadly. “And then… the next year, when I was sorted into Hufflepuff, I thought maybe-”

“I know! I should have talked to you, I know, I was an idiot!” he said, genuinely. “Remus has made me talk about it a lot lately and… I want to make things right” he sighed. “You don’t have to forgive me if you don’t want to and I don’t expect you to do it right away if you do, I just… had to start somewhere” he smiled, hopeful.

“By giving me candy and saying happy birthday a day later?” you smirked a little. “It’s a good start, I guess” you nodded, grabbing a Sugar Quill and giving him one.

“Well, I also… wanted to help you fix things with Prongs” he suggested.

“Because you love James so much now that you are an expert on feelings and don’t want to see him sad?”

“Well… sort of, but… I love you too, bug” he said, making you almost choke on your sweet. You were pretty sure he had never said that before. “I know, we don’t really say that to each other or anyone else. Remus was the first person I ever said it to. It feels good, you should try it” he continued. “I know you love James-”

“How could you possibly know that? Even I don’t know that!”

“I think that you do and that’s why you’re so scared” he told you. “And I know I’m probably the last person that should be telling you this but… there’s nothing wrong with that” he assured you.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “W-what if he realizes how broken I am and he doesn’t want to be anymore?” you asked, sadly, breaking Sirius’ heart a little. “Or if I end up breaking him?”

“Bug, you’re not that broken-”

“Really? Do you want to know what I was doing in Potions class? I was looking for something that would make me cry” you explained.

“Really?”

“Yes, James cries all the time, did you know that?”

“Yeah, he cried when Moony and I told him we were dating” Sirius laughed.

“I feel empty without him, Sirius, and yet… not a single tear!”

“Well, that doesn’t mean you’re broken” Sirius insisted. “We never cry” he continued. “Blacks don’t cry” you both said at the same time, letting out a small laugh. “We’ll get there, bug” he said, pulling you to him and kissing the side of your head.

“We?” you asked, a little confused.

“Oh yeah, now that you have accepted me back into your life I’m not leaving-”

“Can I reconsider this-?”

“Nope, it’s too late! We’re going to be best friends, bug!”

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You had surprisingly spent the rest of the day with Sirius, and Remus had joined at some point. They took you to Hogsmeade as Remus insisted on at least taking you out for your birthday. You liked Remus, and you could see that he definitely brought out the best in your brother. They seemed very in love. And at some point, it dawned on you. You were in love with James. He had been right. What you felt for him, was love. You were still terrified but you had made up your mind to talk to him the next day. Remus and Sirius even said the four of you could go to Hogsmeade together. This was definitely the craziest thing you had ever gone through in your life. But you were done feeling sorry for your self and you were done being afraid. You definitely did not want to spend the rest of your life like your parents. Feeling nothing and being unhappy. So, you would talk to James and try to be happy for once. However, when you opened your dorm’s door, you saw that he had already gone ahead of you.

Your mouth dropped when you saw the scene in front of you. Your dorm was decorated with beautiful fairy lights above, like floating stars, and candles and flowers everywhere. James was in the corner, finishing putting some flowers next to your bed.

“James?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, love- I uh-” he stuttered, walking closer to you. “Um, I know you told me to f-forget about it but…” he sighed, offering you the last flower in his hand. “I don’t want to” he chuckled. “I don’t want to forget about it and… I don’t want to forget about you” he explained. “Love, I know that I majorly fucked up” he continued. “And you have every right to hate me and never forgive me if you want to but… I wanted to give you the birthday that I had planned for you first. The birthday that you deserved before I royally fucked it up” he said, grabbing the picnic basket on your window seat.

“Did you ask the elves to do the whole meal again?”

“N-no” he assured you. “Um… I did it myself” he said, making your heart flutter a little. “Granted, I… uh, I don’t think it’s going to be as good” he chuckled. “So, we don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to” he assured you before he placed the basket back down. “I um… I also didn’t get to give you your present” he said, grabbing a bag on your nightstand.

“You-” you felt something weird happening. “You got me a present?”

“Of course, I got you a present, love” James smiled sweetly. “Would you like to open it? Or we can eat first if you’d like. Or you can eat. And I can leave if you prefer-”

Before he could go on, you quickly grabbed the bag from him. James smiled to himself at how excited you looked, opening your gift. And then, you pulled it out. A book. And a stuffed rabbit. An exact rabbit like the one in the book. Wearing a small knitted cardigan with Gryffindor colors. Just like the one James had given you.

“What-?” you tried to catch your breath. “H-how did you-?”

“The sweater comes off” he smiled. “I asked my mum to make it, I thought it would look cute because you like mine so much” he explained.

“N-no, how um- how did you know-?”

“You told me, remember?” he frowned, confused. “How when you were a kid, and your mum took you and your brothers to Diagon Alley and you ran off and got lost and ended up in a muggle library” he continued. “And you read that book and you always wanted a rabbit like that one-”

“Y-you remember that?” you asked, in complete disbelief.

You told him that story so long ago. You remember it perfectly. It was the first night he stayed in your dorm and you ended up talking all night. You had no idea he would remember it. It felt like forever ago.

“Of course, love” he said as if it was obvious.

Before either one of you could say anything else, you threw your arms around James’ shoulders and you planted a big kiss on his lips. James widened his eyes in surprise a little before he closed them and wrapped one of his arms around your waist and he placed his other hand on your cheek.

“This is…” you sighed when you pulled apart and you looked down at your rabbit. “This is the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me” you chuckled.

"Um... I also wanted to ask if... you would like to be my girlfriend?" he said, nervously.

"I would really like that" you nodded.

“Wait, are you… are you crying?” James asked, brushing a few tears with his thumb.

“A-am I?” you asked as a smile appeared on your face. You brought your hand up to your face and you saw that it was, in fact, covered in tears. “I’m crying!” you chuckled as you noticed James’ eyes welling up as they usually did. “James, I’m crying!”

“I can see that, love” he smiled brightly at you. “I’m really sorry I forgot your birthday” he said, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay” you assured him. “You cooked for me” you said with a small laugh.

“I also apologize for that. I have no idea what I was doing” he warned you.

“It can’t be that bad” you assured him. “Would you like to join me?”

“R-really?”

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your window. You sat down as James pulled out the food, smiling when he saw you playing with your rabbit’s ear and going through the pages of your book. He had never seen you smile like this. And he promised to himself that he would do anything he can to keep that smile placed there.

“James?”

“Yes, love?”

“Um… please don’t cry when I say this but… uh, you were right… earlier today” you said, nervously before you cleared your throat and you looked at him. “I love you” you admitted, feeling an enormous weight off your shoulders. And of course, James’ tears quickly ran down his cheeks.

“Y-you do?” he asked with a sweet smile and you nodded.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it” you said, nervously. “I just… well, y-you know Sirius and I don’t really- um… I was just… scared because we were sort of instructed to… not really feel anything and I just… didn’t want to screw things up with you because you are very in touch with your emotions and I’m a bit broken that way-”

“You’re not broken, love” he insisted, holding your hand in his. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you. Because you’re perfect” he said, making you smile a little. “And I love you so much” he said, pulling you for another kiss and he felt your smile against his lips. “Say it again” he asked when you pulled away.

“James-”

“Please” he pouted, making you laugh and roll your eyes a little.

“I love you” you said, making him throw his arms around you and pulled you to him, peppering your face with kisses as he heard you laugh, which was his favorite music.

“I love you too!”

The End

[Bonus Scene The Next Day at The Three Broomsticks...]

"Sirius... are you crying?" Remus asked his boyfriend.

"It's just so beautiful" he said, wiping his tears as you rested your head against James' shoulder. "How Prongs set everything up for her birthday after he forgot and he got her that cute rabbit" he said, while Remus chuckled and hugged him and he looked at James.

"You kind of opened the gate for Blacks to cry, you know that right?"

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A/N: I really love how this turned out so I hope you liked it too! xD let me know what you think! Remus is coming next and then Sirius!

[yutarot]

IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]

conflict [noun] /ˈkɒnflɪkt/

1 : a serious disagreement or argument, typically a protracted one.

2 : a state of mind in which a person experiences a clash of opposing feelings or needs.

3 : a serious incompatibility between two or more opinions, principles, or interests.

fourteen — conflict. wc: 1.0k

to be perfectly honest, you are a mess.

these past few days have been nothing but misery, not only have you lost your best friend, whilst actively being reminded of the worst few years of your life, but you have been punished for a wrong-doing which wasn’t entirely, morally, your wrong-doing.

taeyong knew what he was doing, he was trying to ignore his own faults by making you seem like you’d done worse. and only you know the truth behind his actions.

he had lied.

honestly, you didn’t mean what you said about jaehyun, and you hated yourself for saying it, knowing that deep down, at the time, you wanted nothing more than for him to get a place at the college.

but some things have to be twisted in order to make them straight again.

and you were never going to let your previous feelings for him shine through, never before and never again.

that part of you was gone.

on the verge of falling asleep, you’re abruptly awoken by the buzz of your phone. you scramble around to find it until you lay your eyes on the name of the person who sent you the message, your heart sinks in your chest.

your mind is whirring around in your head, making you dizzy with confusion. he’s here? he’s at your dorm? at 2am? you start to believe you’re going crazy, that this text isn’t real and you’re imagining the screen infront of you. but it’s when you hear the familiar triple-knock on your door that you feel your feet firmly planted in reality.

he’s here.

you make your way to the door, hesitant to open it, you look through the peephole.

there he is, hair and shirt soaked through from the rain, a look of distaste on his features. he’s here, and he’s not happy.

taking a breath to calm yourself, you open the door.

his eyes look to yours, jaw clenching and eyes softening, a contrast that you recognise from the time you accidentally spilled jaehyun’s coffee all over yourself, in which he apologetically cleared up for you with a gentleness you wish you could see in him again. but you’ll never be able to see him like that, not after everything you’d heard, everything you’d experienced.

you’re thrown from your nostalgia when jaehyun speaks, his voice tired and quiet, but you still hear him over the ringing of your ears.

“yn..” it’s just your name, but you understand the word to be so much more. he’s angry, livid even, but he’s stopping himself from displaying it as much as he wants to, and you don’t know why. “you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

“why are you here?” you whisper, sternly.

“will you ever stop hating me?”

the question throws you off guard, and you take a step back as an almost reflex to his words.

“what?”

“it’s been 2 years, and yet you still hate me like it was yesterday. will you ever stop.” he snaps, his voice raising.

“no.” you reply, honestly.

you’ll never stop hating him, how could you ever do any opposite after learning he never even liked you at all, whilst you liked him.

whilst you loved him.

he’s looking at you, trying to read you, blinking the wet strands of his hair out of his eyes. he must have come here immediately after reading taeyongs tweet, he lives on the other side of the campus. his eagerness has you thinking.

“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you continue, “ruining my life again, and again. i might still continue to hate you, jaehyun, but you’re the one giving me all these easy reasons to.”

his eyebrows furrow, either in anger or confusion, you can’t tell.

you carry on, “and to hear from, giselle, my bestfriend… how are you still humiliating me after all these years?!”

“giselle? it was her?” his head cocks to the side in question, but you don’t care that he’s asking who it was.

“god…. you don’t even know her name…” you’re disappointed, hurt for the part of you that still had hope that jaehyun wasn’t just trying to mess with you.

“just forget it, i don’t know why you came here, and frankly, i don’t care.”

there’s a pause, a beat where you both catch your breath, waiting for the next person to come up with some kind of witty remark, an argument which will anger the other in more ways than imaginable.

but jaehyuns next words are nothing of the kind.

“im here because i can’t carry on like this.”

“what?”

“you, me, hating eachother. i can’t do it.”

“can’t do it? fuck you jaehyun.”

“im serious.”

now you’re the silent one. you’re trying to decipher what he means but nothing comes to your mind.

he continues. “yn-“ but you cut him off.

“no, you don’t get to do this. i’ve cried for months because of you. i don’t have much, jaehyun, but please let me have fact that i can hate you as much as i want and it means nothing, it’s the one choice i can make, you can’t take that from me. you’ve always hated me, and now i hate you too. deal with it jae.”

his eyes falter at your use of his nickname and you regret it the moment it leaves your lips.

you don’t understand what he’s trying to do, but you know he’s trying to mess with you, it’s all he’s done since the day you met him, and it’s all that he will ever do.

“fine.” he says. “i’ll keep hating you, if that’s what you want.”

you nod, and his anger subsides for a moment when he notices your acceptance.

he turns to leave your dorm entrance, and you watch as he begins to shuffle his feet to turn his back to you.

but he pauses before he moves away.

turning his head over his shoulder, he mumbles one final sentence before continuing his way out.

“and yn, for the record.. i had no idea she was your friend.”

you slam the door in his face.

mlist — next

notes; hmmmm i wonder what’s going on in jaehyuns head 🤔🤔🤔 i promise things will start making sense soon!! yn is not having a great time rn but it can only get better from here🤭🤭

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[justporo]

Headcanons about Astarion pulling his partner out of a bad mood

I'm not feeling super great today so this is another very self indulgent headcanon post which is possibly a little unhinged but I hope you'll still enjoy it.

Astarion himself is no stranger to feeling whimsical or even throwing full blown temper tantrums; that's also why he knows how much of a drag it can be

So granted he isn't in a massively bad mood himself, he'll keep nudging you until you are out of your current bad mood

If you're both annoyed at each other though (like after an unnecessary fight) it might be that you're both sitting around brooding - that is until you can't take it anymore; Astarion might act like he's still pissed, but when you come closer (still with a pout even) and wrap your arms around him, he can't resist (even though he will make a show out of it): "Do you mind? I'm still brooding!", Astarion says but lifts up his arms crossed over his chest so you can hug him better. "Still love you though, you rat arse", you reply furrowing your brows dramatically, you don't even feel that angry anymore. "Love you too, you idiot", Astarion answers and presses a kiss to your cheek - with a teasing eyeroll and grimace. Not shortly after the mood's a lot better, the fight forgotten.

This man shows as much mercy with you when you're feeling down and grumpy as on the battlefield: none!

"I like you in bed, my love. No - in fact: I love you in bed. But not like this - get up, my sweet, you can dissolve into a puddle of misery later when I'm done with you."

He will absolutely fuss if you don't go along with what he's doing to lighten your mood; and he will keep doing it until you're either punching him or are rolling on the floor laughing

This might involve the following: "Do you know what you look like right now, my heart?", Astarion asks and then makes the most excessive grimace. You're still scowling at him. "Love" he sighs then "furrowing your brows at me will just give you wrinkles. We don't want that, do we?" And he pinches your cheek with his long fingers until you're getting up to beat his ass. "See, wasn't it easy getting out of bed after all?" "You'd also be astonished how easy it is to be put IN A COMA!" (But you have to agree with him)

He will also shower you with praise, no matter what about, until you believe him (at least for the moment)

Or he'll be so disarmingly cute until you can't help but fall into his open arms for a comforting hug

If really nothing helps, Astarion just stays with you

Maybe just talking to you so you have something to focus on, massaging your shoulders, your neck, your hands

Or just cuddling with you, holding you, until his presence alone eases the knot of negative feelings in your chest (and then maybe nibbling a bit on your ear when he feels that you're doing better)

He's also masterful in just helping you let out any anger you might feel ("That BITCH!" "Yes love, how could she!? Honestly you should've just stabbed her right then and there." "RIGHT!?")

Other ways of coping might involve a bottle of wine and him handing you some stuff you can smash angrily ("You really showed that mug, love, impressive... Remind me to net get on your bad side, darling.")

In short: Astarion is as good with putting you in a bad mood sometimes as getting you out of it

I just need Astarion to tell me "Keep going, you beautiful thing" every day for the rest of my life, is that too much to ask?? We love a supportive king.

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[heisenberg-simp257]

I saw the Requests open so, yeahhhhh

The 4 lords (separate) with a crush!reader who's, yes have a crush on

Who's really, really, really, oblivious, like a lot, that they can't even take one small Hint,

And the 4 lords (separate) Finally confessed, The confession took 4 hours to understand the reader.

Thank you for reading!

I think I understand! Hope you enjoy! 💖 Sorry if it's wrong anywhere!

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The Four Lords with an Oblivious Crush!Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-When it comes to having a crush on someone, Alcina is usually very patient. She's not one to get giddy or overly excited, but she does feel a sense of pleasantness when around her crush. That being said, it's very hard for said person to realize her fondness because she is very subtle about it.

-Especially when that someone is as oblivious as you are.

-You don't recognize anything as flirtatious, which upsets her because Alcina always believes that her subtle hints were brilliantly thought out, and then you don't even see it. She tends to sulk a bit afterwards, and you have to pry her on why. Which sucks because Alcina gives up on telling you the exact reason.

-Her daughters try to help in any way they can because their mother has ranted about your oblivious behavior to them, but even those three can't get through to you. They won't tell you about Alcina's feelings out of respect, but they sure as hell give hints.

-One day she can't take it anymore and prepares some wine to tell you about how she feels. Knowing Alcina, it was very dramatic and a lot of words were used. But still, to anyone else, it would have been very straightforward. Except for you, who kept thinking she was talking about friendship.

-It only took four grueling hours for you to get what she was talking about.

-You confessed that you never realized what she was trying to get across and apologized profusely for it. She was a bit strained during this whole exchange but was relieved that it was over and you returned her feelings for you. Now you'll recognize all her gestures were coming from love.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is extremely shy when it comes to having a crush on someone and it all stems back to her insecurities. She never feels like she's good enough for someone to love, but Donna is trying to push herself to express her feelings to that person she likes. But she is very very subtle about it, which doesn't help anyone.

-Especially you, who can never recognize a hint.

-And it's not always your fault because Donna isn't even the best at giving hints. Everything she does would be considered friendly, even by a person who isn't as oblivious as you. She would make you things, fix things for you, and make you all this tea. You interpret it a lot differently than how she's trying to display it as. Every time after, she would go to her room and just stare out the window.

-Angie is way more upfront about the whole situation, but the funny part is that she never brings up Donna's feelings. The doll just gets angry at you for "not getting it", which you don't understand in the slightest. Donna has to come and apologize with a red and flustered face.

-It takes Donna literal months before she realizes that this isn't going to work and she needs to just make the first move, which honestly scares her even more. She just wants to do it fast like ripping off a band-aid. It would be just Donna's luck that she would have to explain herself over and over again because you didn't understand what she was trying to say (due to her mumbling and your obliviousness).

-Four hours later and she's an emotional puddle on the floor.

-You were embarrassed for her and yourself as well for not noticing her advances (which weren't too much to be honest). Now you both were being kind of awkward as you tried to explain your own feelings for her. Each time she does something for you now, you pay extra close attention to it because you want her to know you understand now.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau is a big bundle of love when it comes to having a crush on somebody. Not only that, but he gets a crush quite easily. All it takes is a smile or a laugh before his attention is just on you. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's not one to give up when it comes to giving signs. Moreau is oddly patient which is good because it's going to take him a while to get the message across.

-You were a very oblivious person when it came to things like this.

-However, sometimes Moreau doesn't even realize that you didn't understand what his little gestures meant. He's so excited to give you more affection that he didn't know it went over your head. In your eyes, he was just being really nice to you since adjusting to life in this area had been hard. You didn't even realize that his affections go much farther than that.

-Eventually though, Moreau recognizes that his gestures aren't doing anything. He isn't stupid no matter what Heisenberg says. He starts to realize that he's going to have to take another approach. Unlike the other lords, he doesn't get nervous or embarrassed when it comes to things like this.

-It was easy for him to sit with you and explain his growing feelings outright. Moreau was direct and concise, probably adding more words than needed, but he was just that kind of guy. He thought was easily getting the point across and that it was going to end well. Moreau didn't expect you to be as dense as you are, no offense.

-It took him a whopping four hours for you to realize his crush.

-At this point, he was beyond exhausted yet relieved that you finally knew. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to explain all this just for you to understand how he feels. With that in mind, you were a little flustered as well. But you were grateful. Now, things can have a more special meaning.

Karl Heisenberg

-If Moreau is a ball of love, then Heisenberg is a vacant field of isolation. He's never had a "crush" on anyone or he might just crush himself. To him, love is a weakness that needs to be eradicated. And perhaps that view of thinking stems from the fact that he didn't know or understand any form of real love. But when he gets a crush on you, he's in for a ride.

-Because you are the densest and most oblivious person he knows, and it kills him.

-Heisenberg didn't know how to give hints about how he feels towards you because he's never experienced this before. To be honest, your obliviousness was most likely also due to his inexperience. Still, it gets him frustrated that his little acts of kindness go unnoticed because that's just how Heisenberg is when it comes to things not going his way.

-The more this goes on, the more Heisenberg fears that he will have to speak up about it otherwise it was going to drive him nuts. He can't handle his emotions very well, so sometimes his aggression is directed from his inability to handle how he feels about you. He'll also self-isolate which also gives you the wrong impression. But it's the sit down with him that's kind of scary for you.

-Because of the obliviousness, he has to sit with you face to face in order to get the message across. Not only that, but you have no clue what he's about to discuss with you because you never recognized the signs he was giving. Frankly, it was because he also didn't hand out many signs. Heisenberg was stubborn, stuttering, and overall nervous as he told you how he felt. Which also didn't work in his favor.

-This led to four hours of him having to repeat and explain himself.

-He thought his face was going to melt from how hot it was. Congratulations, you have finally broken Lord Heisenberg's walls and turned him into a puddle of mush. He sincerely hopes you return the feelings for him otherwise he will just combust and probably smush himself under a piece of scrap metal. You were probably just as flushed as he was about the realization, promising to be better about it from now on. Give him a hug and he will explode.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Drive Me Crazy

mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader

summary: Eddie hot wires your car with the intention to take it for a joy ride but you catch him before he can

You never liked getting gas late at night. Between the creepy lighting and the weirdos who roamed around the area, you never felt safe. But your car was very low on gas and wasn’t going to make it home so you could get gas in the morning. So, you took a chance and pulled it after work. Once you got your gas, you took a chance and went inside to get a snack for your ride home.

Eddie wouldn’t have considered himself a criminal, he just liked to hot wire cars for the adrenaline. He never stole them, he would just take them for a ride and then return them like nothing happened. It was just for fun, the thrill.

He was at the gas station for some coffee to keep him awake and had no intention of taking a joy ride, but then he saw your pretty cherry red car pull into the parking lot and he knew he had to take it for a spin.

He leaned against his bike as he watched you exit the vehicle, he almost felt bad thinking about how he really did want to take your car. You were pretty even with the angry look on your face. He honestly thought it was hot, actually.

Once you were inside, Eddie snuck over to your car and was delighted to see that you had left your window down, but had locked it which seemed silly to him, but now he didn’t have to use the coat hanger he kept around. He unlocked the door and crouched down to begin his work while keeping an eye on the door for you.

He snipped two of the wires and was so focused on getting the car to start up that he hadn’t even see you come back to your car. You stood behind him, waiting for him to notice you, but he didn’t look back until you spoke up.

“Having fun there?” You asked, tilting your head to the side while taking a sip from your slurpee. Eddie whipped around and put on his best smile, hoping that he could charm his way out of the situation, but judging by the unimpressed look on your face, you weren’t buying it.

“Is this your car?” He tried his best to put on an innocent look, but you weren’t buying that either.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Sorry, I thought it was a buddy of mines. He has the exact same car.” Did he really think you were going to believe that? Maybe it worked on other people, but definitely not you.

“Oh, so you think I’m an idiot, right?” Eddie actually thought you were pretty smart even after knowing you for a few minutes.

“Not an idiot, no.” There were a lot of people who Eddie would categorize as an idiot, but you were definitely not one of them.

“Then what? Stupid?” He just chuckled at that.

“Those are synonyms.”

“Whatever. Do you mind moving away from my car? What were you going to do? Steal it?” You put your free hand on your hip and he didn’t like that he was finding your anger hot.

“No, I was just going to take it for a joyride.” A joyride? Why would he just steal a random car to do that? You had seen him on his bike and that seemed like the ultimate joyride vehicle.

“Look, I have pepper spray so if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I will use it.” You really didn’t, you were just hoping that would scare him off. And it did. He stood up and you reached for your purse as he backed away.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.” He put his hands up in defense as he continued to back up to his bike. “Just so you know, I work at the shop downtown, so if this ever breaks down or if you need me in anyway, feel free to come on down,” he said with a wink and you just scoffed.

“No thanks. I can fix it myself.” With that, you got into your car and he got onto his bike, making sure to give you a wink before he put on his helmet and drove off.

You got into your car and slammed the door before hitting your head against the steering wheel repeatedly. Why was he flirting with you after he tried to take your car and why did you like it? Why did you find him attractive? God, this was getting way more complicated for your liking and you were so close to driving your car over there just to see him. Maybe if you got the guts, you would.

[discotitsposts]

but daddy, i hate you

when spencer recieves a birthday card from his estranged father you help him deal with his feelings

gets a little steamy at the end so 18+ recommended

this is how i deal w my own feelings lol

a little background: set in season 13-14. right before spencer’s birthday. you’re spencer’s wife, you’ve been together around 7 years. You work at the bookstore that you and spencer own. (he helps you run it and is co owner, you run it together) also, Spencer and you live in the apartment above the store.

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and you’ve been going through boxes of new books for your store before you open for the day. It’s Spencer’s day off and he’s at the counter adding up the figures and making sure everything is in order for your busiest day of the week.

You hear a knock at the front door. “I’ll get it!” You yell to Spencer. You unlock the door and the mailman hands you your mail. “Thanks Jim, how’s Martha?” You ask him.

“She’s great, she’s dropping by later with cookies!”

“Cool! See you tomorrow!” You wave bye and start going through the mail.

“Hey, hon, there’s something for you from…” You stop when you read the name. William Reid. Spencer hadn’t seen nor heard from his father in almost 10 years. He was still very much angry about anything to do with his father. As were you. You couldn’t believe he hadn’t reached out at all.

“From who?” He asks, not looking up from the financial log. He puts his pencil down and reaches his hand out for you to hand him the envelope. You hesitate but hand it to him anyway.

You watch his face drop when he reads the name and address. Oh, how you wished to take the envelope out of his hands and hold him and tell him to forget that silly piece of paper forever. He peels the envelope open, careful not to touch the seal. He feels the dread fill his heart when he sees the contents. A card that says ‘Happy Birthday’ on the front, and ‘to a very special boy’ on the inside.

“What does he think I am? A fucking child?” He shouts, making you jump. “Sorry.” He apologizes and sighs.

“It’s alright, I’ll leave you alone with that.” You start to back away.

“No, don’t. Stay, please.” He begs with his beautiful eyes.

You nod and move closer. He begins reading the handwritten message on the inside of the card.

“Dear Spencer, Hope you’re not too upset with me, I am proud of you. We haven’t talked in a while, you haven’t called. You have the number. Don’t hesitate to reach out. How is Diana? Miss you. Happiest of Birthdays. Love, your father.” He reads it off, mocking every word.

“What the fuck! He hasn’t sent a card in 9 fucking years! Why now?” He raises his voice.

“I don’t..”

He cuts you off, “I’ll tell you why, because he’s either finally feeling bad about everything or he wants something. Well I won’t call him. I fucking hate him.”

“It’s a dick move to blame you for not reaching out, but honestly? Maybe you should, find out what he wants. If he honestly just wants to talk, it might be the closure you need. If he just wants something from you, you can tell him to fuck off. Obviously you don’t have to but maybe you should consider it. I know he was an asshole to you the last time, but you know I regretted not telling my father everything I wanted to say.” You’re watching your words, his father was a touchy subject.

He thinks for a minute and then sits back down and covers his face with his hands. “Maybe you’re right. You alright to open by yourself today? I think I’ll give him a call.”

“Yeah, go ahead. Good luck.”

He walks over to you and gives you a kiss and runs upstairs. He looked like a little kid who had just been given their favorite candy.

Later, when you’re closing the store for lunch break, you hear a loud crash from upstairs. You run upstairs, afraid Spencer had fallen and hurt himself. Worse. He was on the floor crying his eyes out. He had knocked the bookshelf over and he was surrounded by collapsed books.

You carefully step over the books to get to him.

“What happened?” You ask softly, so as to not startle him. He keeps crying into his hands but removes one to take your hand into his.

“I called, told him I received the card and I was willing to talk with him. I- I tried to…” His voice starts to trail off because he’s crying so hard he can’t speak. You rub his back reassuringly. “It’s ok, take your time.”

“I wanted to tell him, I’m married, and my life is going great. I didn’t even get to say anything. He stopped me and asked what card I was talking about. Turns out his new wife felt he should speak with his son, wrote the card and sent it to me. I should have known it wasn’t his handwriting.” He’s so tired from crying he just lays his head in your lap and stares.

“I’m so sorry love.” You say while running your fingers through his hair. Anger coursing through your veins.

“He hung up on me too.” His voice breaks as he says this. It has you fuming mad even more so. How could he do that? You could practically hear Spencer’s heart snapping in two.

He’s crushing your legs, so you convince him to stand up and have him go lay in bed with you. You cover him with the blankets and just hold him until he falls asleep.

You wake up a few hours later and he’s still asleep. You slyly grab his phone and write down William’s number. You take the paper, and your jacket downstairs.

You go to the store phone and as you’re dialing the number your stomach turns. Was this a good idea? After all I’m doing this for Spencer. You think as the line rings.

“Hello? Who is this?” A woman’s voice answers.

“Hello, is William Reid there?” Your voice quivers. You hear shuffling and the woman calls “Will! Phone!” in the background.

More shuffling. Then a man’s voice. “Who is this?” He says sternly.

“Hello, you don’t know me but I-“

“Then why are you calling me?”

“I’m your son’s wife, and I think we need to have a talk.”

“Spencer’s married?” He asks almost longingly. He sounded interested. Good.

“What kind of father are you? You don’t let him know you even want to be in his life and now all of a sudden you do? When he does finally reach out you hang up on him?”

“Ok that was because I went to go talk to my wife about why she sent my son a card from me.”

This goes on for a while, you yelling at Mr. Reid for his rude behavior.

The next morning you wake up to Spencer speaking to someone on the phone. Still groggy, you’re confused and mouth, ‘who is it?’

He holds up a finger to say hold on. He’s smiling. Maybe Prentiss is letting him take the next few days off!

“Alright bye! Love you!” He says into the phone, almost giddy. He hangs up and you tilt your head confused. He has the biggest grin on his adorable face.

“It was my dad. He was calling when I woke up. I can’t believe he reached out and he apologized! Can you believe it? He’s never really apologized to me before! We had a long talk, it was nice. Really nice.” He sits on the bed smiling.

“Is that so? Talk about a change of heart.” You smile to yourself knowing what you had done.

“You know what else he said?”

“What else did he say?”

“He said the little talking-to you gave him worked.” Spencer chuckles knowingly.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you.”

“No, I’m not upset. I actually am glad you did it. He wants to come and visit us. He wants to meet you too.” He pulls you into a big hug. “I love you. Thank you.” He kisses your neck.

“You’re welcome. I love you too.” You pull back and hold his face in your hand.

“Since you did me a favor, I think I owe you one. Lay back.” He gently spreads your legs apart and repays the favor to you. All day long.

the end 💞

it hurt me so bad to write spencer crying

to anyone who read this hope you enjoy! please don’t hesitate to leave feedback if you like this!

[stardewrotsession]

Note: I’m not even gonna attempt to say why I disappeared again, I just do. Work, school, hangouts, studying, it takes a toll. Anyways I think I’m back into Stardew since the 1.6 update so hopefully I’ll have more out in a timely manner. If not I’m sorry in advanced lol. Oh and no Elliot this time, also sorry about that!

The Bachelors When They’re Jealous

Sam

- Honestly Sam wouldn’t notice LMAO.

- At least whenever he’s getting hit on or flirted with, it takes him a long time to really catch on.

- Like if a girl were to walk up to him and start flirting with him heavily, he wouldn’t really get it and think she’s just giving him compliments.

- It would have to be when she starts getting handsy that he’ll get it and immediately turn her down lol

- With you on the other hand, he can tell, to an extent.

- If someone comes up to you and starts talking to you, he wouldn’t think anything of it.

- Mostly just, “Oh hey, they’re making friends!”

- It wouldn’t be until loudly declare that you’re not interested that he’d suddenly know what’s going on.

- And there’d be a guilt behind not picking up on it at first.

- Not because he doesn’t trust you, he trusts you with his life!

- But this guy could’ve been making you uncomfortable from the start, and he has done nothing to try and get you away from it.

- From that point he’d walk over to you immediately and give you a little kiss before asking if you wanted to join him.

- Whether he was outside, with friends, or with family, he’d want to give you an out. Or an excuse to leave right away.

- Sam cares about you, through and through. He wants you feel comfortable and he definitely needs you to feel safe.

Sebastian

- So a lot of me really believes Sebastian would be self conscious about it.

- Like he’ll catch himself being really jealous when seeing you talk to someone else, but then he’ll think he’s overreacting.

- It takes a lot of him to get jealous though, if you talk to Sam or Abigail, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

- But in my opinion? He’d get jealous when you talk to people he knows he’d never really talk to on his own.

- People like… say Alex? 👀

- I think anyone who has a popular kid personality or people with big egos makes him immediately turn the other direction.

- So when you talk to people like him, it tends to make him a bit jealous. Or insecure.

- Like “why are they talking to them?” Type of jealousy.

- I don’t really think he’d go out of his way to confront you or them. Unless you’re in trouble, he wouldn’t budge.

- But he’d definitely talk to you afterwards, but about how it made him feel.

- And he wouldn’t really do it in an angry sort of way.

- More like a “You were paying attention to them, do you like them more than me?”

- Probably more monotone or straightforward.

- You would definitely have to reassure him after, letting him know he’s the only one for you.

Harvey

- Harvey’s the type of guy to stay out of trouble a lot of the time.

- Less drama, potentially less injuries.

- Besides, he trusts you with all his heart.

- I like to think he’s all about trust, if you can’t have trust you can’t have a relationship. Simple as that.

- That isn’t to say he’d get insecure from time to time whether you talk to other people, especially if he thinks they look more attractive than him.

- But Harvey’s a great communicator. Once you get him to open up, he’ll want to share everything with you.

- If he truly does get jealous and insecure, he’s not the type to make a scene and pull you away immediately.

- He’ll wait until they’re gone, or until you two are in private.

- “So… what were you talking about with _____?”

- I also think he’s not the type to be confrontational about it.

- He’ll have his assumptions, but when you two are talking he’ll do everything he can to make sure he’s not assuming wrong.

- So get ready for random questions about your talk with the other person.

- He’ll definitely feel bad about getting jealous if it was a misunderstanding. He’d probably apologize the second he realizes he was overreacting.

- But he’s stable enough to know feelings like these happen, and as long as he can let it go and you can put his mind at ease, he knows he’ll be okay.

Alex

- Oh Alex would become overprotective so quick.

- Because, on one hand, he’s hit on girls before. Way before you two started dating.

- So he knows the pick up lines. He knows the flirty remarks.

- But on the other hand, ever since you two started dating, he could tell when people hit on him, and he’d quickly dismiss them.

- He knew who he wanted to be with. And you made him happier than he thinks he ever has been.

- Now when it comes to you, he knows when you seem uncomfortable, and he can pick up on when people flirt with you.

- He’ll only directly confront them if you seem really uncomfortable with it. Like, to the point where you constantly look at him with a “Help me” expression.

- But otherwise, he’ll have some fun.

- Picture this, a guy comes up to you and starts making conversation. You don’t think much of it until he starts flirting with you, calling you hot and pretty.

- Then you see Alex, carefully evaluating the situation before smirking and making his way over to you.

- “Hey babe,” he says while wrapping his arm around you.

- He gives you a small kiss, and pulls you closer. And let’s be honest, he’s definitely making a show of looking at you up and down, taking in your presence

- Probably takes him a whole minute before even acknowledging the other guy that was talking to you

- “Oh, sorry didn’t see ya there,” he’d say casually. “Need something?”

- You know what he’s doing, but you gotta admit, it’s a little cute

- Either way, he makes a huge show of calling you his.

- It’s like a passive aggressive way of telling the dude that you’re not interested.

Shane

- Low key, I’m so sorry… but I feel like Shane has a lotta issues with trust.

- If he gets insecure about your relationship and sees you talking to another person, you best believe he’ll completely ignore you at first.

- Even if you confront him about it, I don’t think he’d really tell you or open up.

- Like at night before you two go to bed, and you ask him what’s wrong, he’d say things like “Huh? No, it’s fine,” or “Wha? Quit worrying about it.”

- I don’t think it’s cause he’s necessarily mad at you.

- I just think he needs time to process everything. Debate on whether it was actually flirting or if you were just talking farm business stuff.

- So he’d shut up about it for a little. I really don’t think he’d be too mad if it was a one time deal.

- Buttttt if it’s happened multiple times, where you talk with the same person, he’d get annoyed.

- Unfortunately I think he’d have it all pent up until you guys have a disagreement or an argument.

- Like he could’ve left the toilet seat up and all of a sudden he’s talking about how he’s noticed you talking to the same guy over and over again.

- Despite all he’s been through, I don’t think he gets better right away, and his communication skills still need to be worked on a bit.

- Though, since he does have a therapist, he would try to work it out with them first, before anything else.

[sirgogington]

This might be a little unorganized and is definitely an unpopular opinion in this community, but I'm going to say it anyway. Feel free to unfollow. I wasn't going to post about it, but honestly I am so upset for George in this situation. I want to preface that I am a 28 year old female so maybe my thinking is a little different due to that.

The more I read about people's reactions to the George situation the more angry I feel. George was being accused of sexual assault, and the consensus is "he fucked up and should have asked for consent."

My bold take is that I have little sympathy for Caiti. She is a woman who regrets flirting with George, which she has the right to. But her story really made it seem like George randomly started touching her inappropriately, forced her to drink more when she was already drunk, purposely preyed on her because she was 18, and followed her out of the room to the elevator.

None of these things happened. She was drunk beforehand and her friends that she went to Dreams room with wanted to play drinking games. George didn't randomly start touching her. They were sitting together on the couch playing a game with the rest of the group and mutually decided to start cuddling. Caiti got up multiple times and would always come back and cuddle with George. Over the hour of cuddling they were flirting with each other, playfighting etc. When cuddling George started with his hands on her hips above her clothes, and then after he assumed she was comfortable with what he was doing, given the previous signals of her laughing, smiling, and coming back to cuddle with him then he placed his hands on her waist under her clothes. He said he would slowly move them up after awhile. She didn't show any signs of being uncomfortable. She could have pushed his hand away or told him she was uncomfortable with that, but she didn't. She could of left if she felt uncomfortable or sat somewhere else, but she didn't. She also didn't have to walk with George to the elevator, but she did. She didn't have to keep in contact with him afterwards but again she did. It's no wonder why George was understandably confused, and assumed everyone had had a fun night that night, and was blindsided by these accusations. George said that he made a joke about the elevator being broken, but saw when she wasn't open to getting in the elevator with her then he backed off.

Her friends also knowingly put her this situation. They left her unattended while she was drunk in the hotel room with Dream and George and whoever else was left. Going to a drinking social at 18 is a risky situation in the first place, this is why in college I avoided frat parties because I knew what could potentially happen if I went.

George literally did not do anything wrong, and people are painting him as a monster. Now that Caiti did this stream he has lost a lot of his fanbase and friends for no reason, because God forbid you support George. If you support George you must hate woman, because he's evil. Like people have said this could have all been handled privately. Just simple communication like "hey I actually regret what happened at Vidcon, and I didn't actually like that you were cuddling me looking back" or something along those lines. If George is a decent person which it seems like he is he would say okay and apologize most likely, and they could have not had this nasty drama for no reason.

I believe there is non-verbal consent, and most people in that type of situation would rely on that more than verbal consent. They test things like George was doing and slowly progress things. He could have asked if she was okay with it, but she was showing all the signs over the 3 hours that she was. He's not making you stay if you get uncomfortable. Where non-verbal consent doesn't work is if George would have groped her after a half our of flirting. That would absolutely be wrong, and need to be apologized for.

George was defensive in his video because he needed to be. After being accused of all these things you didn't do, and Caiti leaving out details you would be defensive to. She made him out to look really bad. She blew the situation way out of proportion and George has to suffer due to this. I really think that George didn't need to post the extra apology tweet, that the livestream would of been enough to show that he had no malicious intentions and was sorry that Caiti felt strongly about what had happened.

The whole support victims things in this situation makes me upset as well. There were no victims because there was no sexual assault. Yet if you don't say I 100% support the victim then suddenly your evil and hate woman. Without there being a victim it seems dumb to put that but if you don't then you're follower count also takes a hit as a content creator. George didn't fuck up, he acted in a way most men would, and probably even in a more gentleman like way to be honest.

It also upset me as someone who has experienced very real sexual assault. The guy was 25 and I was 18. I didn't want anything sexual/romantic with him because I could see the age gap, and told him that. He invited me to his apartment which I thought would be innocent because I presented my boundaries, but then he started taking off my clothes and telling me I was okay with it over and over until I believed him and let it happen, while feeling really uncomfortable. My body language did not show any interest, just confusion. I remember answering "I don't know" when he asked for consent to touch me, but he would just keep asking until I said okay. He purposely preyed on the younger women because he knew they were easier to coerce and more vulnerable. Looking back I didn't really knew where I stood on hook up culture. He convinced me he could teach me a few things that I could use with my sexual partners in the future. Luckily it never progressed to him taking my virginity. He bragged about how many girls he had slept with, and how many he had took their virginity. I would have been just a number to him. I am so much more than just a number. (he did a lot of other sexual things with me after coercing me into saying okay. Stuff I can detail if you care to know. I remember saying out loud that I was glad that I still had my virginity and I'm glad he didn't take it afterall. Not purposely leaving out, but it was way more than Caiti had experienced with George. For my situation there was a high likelihood it would happen again to another girl like me, and I remember wanting to warn them. It's different because my attacker did have malicious intents even though he disguised it as me consenting.) Being in the mindset I am now I would have never let any of it happen, but I am much more in tune with my thoughts and opinions on things. I would have noticed all the red flags and I would have never put myself in a 1 on 1 situation with an older guy like that or any guy unless I were dating them.

Outside the fandom I've noticed that a lot of people agree with me in this. It's just within the fandom that people are of this support the victim mindset, even when said victim turns out to not have been a victim of anything. I don't know if it's different with younger people that you have to ask for verbal consent for everything, but it just seems dumb. Everyone was also drunk and not thinking straight so sober minded Georgenotfound would have probably asked for consent before he moved his hands up. It's hard to know. I think other content creators probably do agree with me, but they aren't able to have their own opinions, which to me seems gross and fake. We can't genuinely know how content creators feel on certain issues because if were to tell what they truly thought and it wasn't the majority consensus then they risk their viewership which is also twisted.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I just wanted to say that the way you characterize and talk about Miguel has actually really helped me with thinking about how to write for him 😭 genuinely I love the way you describe him as an actual like person and not just some sex addict or someone who's extremely distant and cold. I hope you continue writing mild Miguel because it's so refreshing compared to all the other shit I see 😭💕

THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS A MIGUEL SAFE SPACE AND LIKE- CAN I BE REAL FOR A SECOND???

MIGUEL ISN'T AN ASSHOLE YOU PEOPLE ARE JUST MEAN - A.K.A -

My Defense & Evidence of a Milder, Non-aggressive Sympathetic Miguel O'hara.

[This is a half-break down half rant about Mild Miguel, when we see Miguel's true nature, and what fandom gets wrong about him. I have my evidence.

this is shorter than my usual posts but I'm going absolute apeshit Miguel Mode by the end so sorry you have to see that.]

I think Miguel and Hobie are the two most complex characters in the film. Like - both of them equally.

It's just really easy to explain one over the other.

I feel this way because every character we see in the entire movie - Miles, Gwen, Peter, Jess, Rio, Jeff, The Spot, everyone - is forthcoming and clear about their intentions and motive throughout the movie.

When we're watching the movie the first time, we understand Miles motive, and Peter's, and Gwen. In real time. It's there and stated. Miles wants to save his dad, Peter wants to be a better mentor, Gwen just wants peace basically.

But when we're watching for the first time - we have no idea what Hobie OR Miguel is capable of until they do it.

They are the two we're surprised by. (And they're also exact opposites who somehow don't seem to be complete adversaries)

They're the only two within the film who we are left to speculate their motive, their drive, and what they'll do next.

They're the only two in the film who are truly meant to catch us off guard with their behavior.

Leading up to Hobie's big twist, there was a LOT of misdirection. I think the same is true for Miguel...but like..the fandom isn't picking up on the misdirection AT ALL.

I have a lot of ideas and thoughts about Miguel and his character and honestly I think it's the exact opposite of what the fandom sees.

But when its's Hobie, it's very easy to understand him, just read the wiki on Punk and you're good.

But I don't think anyone has look closer at Miguel yet.

I genuinely believe that the reason Miles got away was because Miguel went soft.

He was watching the videos of Gaby to remind himself why he was doing this - why he had to stand his ground, but when Miles started panicking, and begging to know how much time he had left - Miguel slipped up. He went soft.

And he told him 'two days'.

You can see it in Miguel's face when Miles is asking.

That's not the face of a man considering assault. That's not anger. He's wavering.

He didn't have to tell Miles how long he had left. But he did - why? Cause he thought 'I'd kill for two days with Gabby. A lot of people get less warning about death - Maybe he can spend those two days with his fath-'

and then Miles is like 'word?? two days to stop you?? iight im out also fuck yall' - which understandable have a nice day

But like......Miguel wouldn't have said it if he knew it would fuck him over. He didn't KNOW Miles was radicalized cause he didn't know Hobie had spoken to him. He thought that telling him might convince him. If he knew Miles was gonna run - there's no need to tell him anything.

He could've lied and said "I DON'T KNOW. But maybe let's talk about this."

But he didn't. He slipped up.

He's SOFT. Everytime he's mean, or angry - He has to think about it. Like when he looked at Hobie - and thought about it. He has to MAKE himself do it. It isn't natural to him.

Nobody else in the room was gonna answer Miles. Miles wouldn't have known. But Miguel told him two days. And because of that, that specific slip-up, Miles is trying to save his dad.

Why? Because he's SOFT. CAPITAL S SOFT.

Miguel is not a raging monster. Or aggressive. Or manipulative.

He's a guy who thinks he's holding the universe together with duct tape and a kid is in front of him begging to know how long they have left with their father and he tells them and because of that they get away and now everything he worked for is gonna emplode in his face because he had a SOFT SPOT FOR A KID AGAIN AND DID SOMETHING HE SHOULDN'T AGAIN AND TOLD HIM AND NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA DIE AGAIN BECAUSE HE MESSED WITH THE MULTIVERSE AGAIN FUCK-

Like...yeah- he snapped. A normal person would snap. I've snapped for way less and a lot of other people have.

Granted, we don't go mauling children.

I don't know, I just feel like he's an incredibly layered character.

Because when he's ranting and screaming at Gwen like an irritated school teacher we're already like 'oh fuck you dude but also fuck you ;)'

so when he's right there doing things like this - we don't see it. The same way we don't see Hobie's stealing - because we think we have him figured out.

We don't see Miguel's tenderness.

Because we assume we know who he is - he's cold and aggressive and rude and hates Miles,

but like...is he really?

Miles is getting upset - and the whole conversation leading up to it Miguel has talked to him from a far, hands when Miles can see them. He's not trying to stand over him, or intimidate him. Miguel knows he's scary. He knows how to be scary.

He isn't trying to scare Miles. The exact opposite. He's trying to comfort him.

And when Miles starts lashing out - Miguel is genuinely surprised. That isn't the look of someone who THINKS he's about to hurt this kid.

He's telling Miles, hands up "Hey, sorry. I'm not trying to hurt you." He immediately lets go, backs up.

I just---- FUCK, PEOPLE THE MAN IS STANDING RIGHT THERE THATS MILD MIGUEL LOOK AT HIM

If you really really think Miguel is naturally aggressive, or angry, or cold -

If you write him that way -

I ask that you rewatch the leading up to Miles' escape. Look at his body language. Watch him, and look at his face. That's all I ask.

I just kjsjrghjkSIGHIDDGU I CAN'T STAND FOR THIS INJUSTICE AND EMOTIONAL ILLITERACY

HES NOT A GOOD GUY BUT LIKE....HE'S ... THE ONE YALL ARE SERVING...COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MAN.

He's SOFT. The same way he caved for Gwen after a little pushing. He caved for Miles after a little pushing. That's why he told him two days. SOFT

MILD MIGUEL, SOFT MIGUEL, WANTS TO DO THE HARD THING BUT FUCK HE CAN'T DO IT MIGUEL, HAS TO STAND COMPLETELY STILL AND UNMOVING TO NOT CAVE TO MAYDAY MIGUEL, MIGUEL WHO LOVES PEOPLE BUT KEEPS HIS DISTANCE AND SHUTS HIS MOUTH BECAUSE PEOPLE GET HURT MIGUEL MIGUEL MIGUEL

I'm going to go Miguel Mode.

If understanding Hobie was a house, the fandom is standing out on the road.

If understanding Miguel was a house, the people aren't even in the same neighborhood. We're in the next state over. Other side of the globe. Off base by like 12 zipcodes and 4 times zones

Mild Miguel. Please tell me you're seeing this.

Am I crazy for thinking that the slip up - of telling Miles two days - wasn't out of stupidity but PITY? SYMPATHY?

Because Miguel thinks getting to spend two whole days with some you'll lose is a BLESSING to him - not a curse.

Even though to ANY non-traumatized person - it would be a curse.

...... yo

Miguel stepped into Gabriellas life because he didn't want her to lose a father. He KNOWS losing a father hurts.

So when Miles is there in front of him, talking about not wanting to lose his father - Miguel KNOWS how he feels. Gabby didn't want to lose her dad either.

Miguel UNDERSTANDS. He's a FATHER -

HE KNOWS HE'S BEING THE BAD GUY HE KNOWS ITS WRONG NOT TO STEP IN THATS WHY HE STEPPED IN FOR GABRIELLA IN THE FIRST PLACE THIS ISN'T THE PERSON HE WANTS TO BE OR THOUGHT HE'D BECOME YOU PEOPLE ARE MEAN AND HORNY -

I- I can't even i'm sorry I -

I have a longer post about this in the works like breaking down all of his body language from his moments with MJ and Hobie and like teverything

but ITS NOT EVEN LIKE I THINK HE'S RIGHT I JUST CANT STAND PEOPLE BEING THIS WRONG ABOUT IT I CANT

If you see him as aggressive or cold this post isn't meant to be an attack. I am just down bad for Mild Miguel and I'm going delirious with hunger and starvation for him

#Justice4MildMiguel Maybe I'm huffing copium but also i know im fucking not he's RIGHT THERE

[And if you hate Miguel like hate hate him Moche says dishonor on you dishonor on your cow dishonor your family and your land in the name of Aia Paec Almighty]

If you made it this far....Imsorry you had to see me that way I don't know what came over me here's a picture of Hobie to help me calm down.

(aka Hobie judging the fuck outta me in my head)

I need a glass of water. Bye.

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Bg3 Ladies needing comfort after a bad day

Request: So for the BG3 headcanon or blurb requests what about a little thingy where the Lady’s of the game have a bad day and need lots of comfort from their Tav. 🥺

A/n

Honestly idgaf if Lae’zel is ooc, my baby is secretly going soft. Sorry guys!! I believe she actually has feelings deep down <3 Also mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the Crèche questline

Also Karlach is so babygirl omg if someone doesn’t give her a hug rn I SWEARRRR

Karlach:

Karlach had spent the entire day fighting off various enemies, who were unfortunately harder to defeat than expected. And right as she’s settling down for the night, finally getting a reprieve from the day, Raphael shows up.

He’s yammering on about how he wants to strike up a deal with you, but you cannot send him away fast enough. Seeing a devil only dredges up bad memories for your lover, and you do not want her to have to relieve the memories of her torture in Avernus.

“Come here baby, it’s alright just try to relax.” You coax, seeing the tension in her body once Raphael leaves. You coo, gently taking her into your arms. Her head buried in your chest, strong arms wrapping around you tightly as you rub her shoulders and the back of her neck. You ease the tension out of her muscles, kissing the crown of her head.

She finally lets the tension leave her body as she breaks down into tears, quietly crying into the fabric of your shirt. Small sobs wrack her shoulders, sending an aching pain lancing through your heart. You can’t stand seeing her so upset.

“I fuckin’ hate demons. No good ever comes of ‘em. Promise me you’ll never even consider Raphael’s deal.” She pleads, and you’re quick to reassure her. “I promise, I’ll never make a deal with a devil. I love you too much to risk it.” You whisper into her hair as you place a gentle kiss on her temple.

You cuddle her to sleep, allowing her to wrap herself around you entirely. Lord knows a decade of not being able to touch anyone without scorching their skin off leaves a girl touch starved. You tuck her in as cozy as she can get, and pepper her face with gentle kisses as she drifts off. Your heart aches for the suffering your lover has endured, but all you can do is be here now to support her.

Shadowheart:

Shadowhearts wound on her hand had been flaring rather badly all day, and unfortunately you had to travel past an abandoned temple of Shar. All the memories- or lack thereof- cause Shadowheart’s mood to sour. She seems snappy and short tempered, but when you visit her tent later you see her curled into a ball and cradling her hand.

“Oh sweetheart.” You murmur, getting on your knees beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. She sniffles, obviously trying to hide her tears. You shush her, gently lying behind her and wrapping your arms around her. She rolls over and cuddles into your chest, crying more freely now.

“Why did they have to take my memories? Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know myself.” She whimpers, and your heart shatters. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” You whisper, kissing her forehead and wiping away her tears. “I know you, and I love you.” You murmur, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down her back as she tucks her head into your neck. You spend the evening wiping away her tears and soothing her as best as you can.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t get upset, she gets angry. It’s how she was raised, channel every feeling into anger. Anger fuels strength, and only created a stronger more tenacious fighter. So when Lae’zel finds out the truth about Vlaakith, she’s angry. Enraged. Furious. Not hurt.

Lae’zel definitely doesn’t cry when she’s alone in her tent that night. She also definitely doesn’t crawl into your arms and bury her face in your shoulder. Your touch is the only balm to the aching in her chest.

“Tsk’va, look at me. So weakened by the betrayal of a false god.” Lae’zel grits out between tears, fists clenched firmly in your shirt. Her anger is directed at herself, as if it’s her fault she was fooled along with every other Gith.

“Darling, it’s not your fault. Vlaakith tricked everyone. I know her betrayal hurts, and you have a right to be upset. Im so sorry you have to deal with something like this.” You coo, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears. She scowls and pulls away from your touch, but only to roll over so she can be little spoon.

She doesn’t speak for the rest of the night, but you feel a bit of tension melt away from her muscles. The next morning she’ll wake as if nothing happened, but for now she burrows farther into your warmth, seeking your comfort.

Dame Aylin:

Aylin’s mood took a turn for the worse when she heard Raphael had proposed a deal to you at Sharess Caress. She had already spent the day overstimulated from the noise of Baldurs Gate, a stark contrast to a century in shadowfell, where the only sound was the wind and rumbling in the distance. Now that you told her this? She was pissed.

She stomped off to be alone, saying she just needed time to think. You could tell by the stiffness of her posture she was upset, more than just angry. You gave her some space, but when she finally returned to your tent to go to sleep, you confronted her.

“What’s wrong darling?” You coax, your expression soft as you open your arms for her. She hesitates, her pride and stoicism holding her back for a moment. Her hesitation is short lived however, as she heaves a sigh and flops into your arms.

“I’m just thinking of my time spent in shadowfell. Raphael is a devil, simply a reminder of the evils in this world.” She pauses, heaving an irritated sigh. “After being trapped in that soul cage for so long… sometimes it feels as though I’m still there. Not physically but… in my mind that place haunts me.” She admits quietly, and you think you hear her voice quiver.

“I’m sorry Aylin. You didn’t deserve that. If I could take away all your pain I would.” You murmur, hugging her a bit tighter as you look in her eyes. You see tears clinging to her lashes as she swallows thickly.

“I know you would. And I love you for it.” She whispers brokenly, nuzzling her head into your shoulder as she clings to you. She pulls away to place a deep kiss on your lips, reveling in the comfort of you.

“Try and rest Aylin, you need sleep.” You coax, easing her to lie back. She complies, allowing herself to get comfortable as she slips off to sleep. For the first time in weeks she doesn’t have a single nightmare.

Isobel Thorm:

Isobel was drained after narrowly escaping being kidnapped by Marcus. She pumped all of her magical abilities into the shield around the Last Light Inn, as well as blessing you and your companions to ward off the shadow curse.

You could see her bottom lip quiver as she climbed into bed, and she instantly cuddled into your side. You turned towards her, gently cupping her face in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask gently, and she simply shakes her head, blinking heavily as tears flow freely down her face. You brush the tears away with your thumbs, nodding as you kiss her forehead. You take her into your arms and let her cry it out.

You rub up and down her arms soothingly, allowing her the space to let out her feelings. Eventually her cries taper out, and soon enough she’s drifting off to sleep. You carefully make sure she’s tucked in perfectly before resuming your spot, cuddled up to her for the night.

A/n

If this is bad it’s bc I’ve been awake for 17 hours, sorry peeps 😔

[mimsynims]

Fool For Love

part 7

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

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Author’s Note: I wish I could say that this part wrap things up, but I need at least one (probably two) more before these two get their shit together.

More act 2 spoilers this time!

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mildish?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, minor Karlach/Dammon, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only…now you do.

And you’re not handling it very well.

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You’re at the edge of the camp when a hand curls around your arm, forcing you to stop and turn around.

Astarion.

And he looks angry.

“Were you spying on me?”

Thrown by the accusation, you grapple for words. “What? I– Of course not, why would I–”

“Just because Karlach chose Dammon over you, you don’t get to spoil my fun.”

The strange remark about Karlach is quickly overshadowed by his downright ludicrous allegation. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Astarion carries on as if he didn’t hear you. “You were the one to break things off with me, not the other way around, so you don’t have any say in what or who I do.”

The audacity. “And I wasn’t trying to!”

“Sure, darling, sure.” Sarcasm drips off his words. “That’s why you followed me to the inn.”

“I–” You break off, because, in a way, he’s not wrong. “My intention was to have a drink.”

“If that was true, you wouldn’t have run off when I caught you watching me. Watching us.”

“Astarion, I don’t give a rat’s arse who you sleep with.” The lie slips off your tongue before you can stop it ��� the alternative is telling him the truth, and right now, that’s not an option. You feel too vulnerable, and honestly, you doubt he’d believe you at this point. “I only left to not make it awkward.”

“Really?” His smile feels vicious, mocking. “Perhaps I should go back to the inn, then.”

The urge to ask him not to is so strong you remain silent until you have yourself under control. “You do that,” you finally press out, “as I said, I don’t care what you do.”

Astarion takes a step closer, searching your face. Your heart is pounding as he scrutinises you; it’s as if he’s determining the validity of your claim. Will he see right through you? A part of you hopes that he will, and as the seconds go by, your determination wavers. Should you risk it?

“Astarion…”

“Fine.” His face hardens. “Have it your way. I’ll see you tomorrow, oh fearless leader.”

With a slight bow, one that feels tinged with scorn rather than respect, he turns around and leaves the same way he came. Towards the inn.

Towards…

“You’re such an idiot, Tav.” You drag a hand across your face. This is the second time he walks away from you, and it hurts just as much as the first time it happened. “Such a fucking idiot.”

If you were tired before, you’re exhausted now.

Perhaps it’s time you take a hint and focus on more important things, like getting these goddamn tadpoles out of your heads.

And maybe by then, things will have worked themselves out. Somehow.

It’s a good thing you’re not expected to be up early the next morning because when dawn comes around, you’ve barely slept at all. Too many thoughts, too many feelings.

You can hear some of the others stir, but you ignore it. And perhaps the comforting background noise of your friends talking and preparing breakfast is exactly what you need to finally relax, because the next thing you know, you fall asleep.

When you wake up, the only ones left in camp are Gale and Shadowheart. And Withers, of course.

“Oooh, look who’s finally awake! Late night for you as well, huh?”

Gale is far too cheery for your taste, but you bite back the snarky comeback because it’s not his fault you feel like shit.

“No, just…”

Shadowheart offers you a sympathetic smile. “Nightmares?”

It’s a convenient lie, so you simply nod, because the truth is far too complicated.

“Where are the rest?” You don’t really want to know, but it’s something you should be asking. So you do.

“Around, somewhere. Haven’t seen Astarion or Karlach, though.”

“Ah. I think I know why.”

So he stayed the night somewhere else, too.

Once you’ve eaten something, you and the rest go back to the inn. Finding Karlach sitting with Dammon is no surprise, but Astarion is nowhere to be found. 

No matter, you tell yourself. There are more important things to worry about.

There are a lot of familiar faces to talk to, keeping you busy. So busy you don’t even notice when Astarion joins the rest of you — suddenly he’s just there, in the back. A quick glance lets you know that he looks about as worn-out as you feel, and you can’t help but wonder if he stayed up all night with that person you saw.

Inhaling a deep breath, you tell yourself to focus on the matter at hand, which is listening to Alfira. It seems it’s time for another rescue mission because of course it is. You’re tired and the increasing burden tests your already frayed patience, but Alfira isn’t the one to blame, so you rein yourself in.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice tells you to take a break, but you ignore it.

You visit Isobel last — and it’s lucky that you do. The attack comes from out of nowhere, catching you all off guard. You don’t want to think what would have happened if Isobel was alone.

It’s a tough battle — made even more difficult by the fact that you’re not on top of your game. You’re struggling, and it’s no one’s fault but your own. 

You’re fortunate that you and your friends work like a well-oiled machine by now — because you will all be doomed if you fail. It warms your heart to realise that even in the midst of your falling out with Astarion, he doesn’t hesitate to fight back-to-back with you when it comes down to it.

In the end, your side comes out winning, but not without losses. You yourself have several cuts and bruises that will need tending to, but you ignore them in favour of checking on everyone yourself. You may not be the leader of people currently residing at the inn, but your neglect makes you feel responsible either way.

“Tav.”

“What is it, Astarion?”

“Stop it with this good samaritan nonsense and go see a healer, would you? You’re leaving a trail of blood all over this place, and I think they have enough problems as it is without having to clean up after you.”

His usual snark is both annoying and comforting. “Maybe once I’m done.”

“You are done. Now, Tav.”

You have intentionally been refusing to look at him until now, but his tone has you shifting your head to glare at him. It seems someone has patched him up already, as you can see bandages on his lower arm and hand. “Astarion, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I will most definitely tell you what to do when you’re being a stubborn idiot. These people already have a leader.”

You know he’s right, but guilt is eating you up and this is the only way to placate the monster of shame inside you. “That doesn’t matter–”

“Tav.” Halsin and Karlach join Astarion’s side, both giving you a worried look. “That’s enough.”

“Right. Fine.” You may have won the fight, but you feel like a failure, knowing how many lives were lost tonight. “I’ll go and find Shadowheart.”

You have no idea what she sees on your face, but it’s enough to have her hold back any remarks and tend to your many wounds in silence. As you’re coming down from the adrenaline rush, you start to feel weary and disappointed with yourself.

“You should eat something. Rest.”

“Later.” You know she’s right, but you’re too restless still to heed her advice. “I need to, I don’t know.” Rising, you make a vague motion with your hand. “Walk things off first.” What you really need is to fall into someone’s arms and cry, but that’s not on the table.

“At least bring an apple or something,” she concedes. “And make sure to return before nightfall, or I’ll send Astarion after you.”

You open your mouth to object but close it again. That’s the perfect threat right now and you hate that she knows it. “Fine.”

“We just want you to be careful, Tav. We all need each other, you know.”

You sigh. “I know. I promise I won’t be gone long.”

“Good. And for what it’s worth, it wasn’t your fault.”

Wasn’t it, though? You catch Astarion watching you as you leave. He better not follow you.

For everyone’s sake, you need to be alone. Now, and until this whole tadpole situation has been dealt with.

No more distractions.

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[anon-sect]

There’s not enough unwilling cock tf content out there

I agree, so here is another one for you.

Picture source: @man-in-charge

Jason had been smoking pot the previous night. He was surprised when he was selected for the random drug test at work the next day. He knew his job had a no drug policy. He would be fired immediately if he tested positive. He went to the one guy at work who didn't like him much for help.

"Hey, Devin. Could you help me with something?" Jason asked him, not sure if the guy would help, given their work relationship.

Devin looked over at Jason, wondering what he needed. They never saw eye to eye at work. Why would he ask him for help, he thought. "Depends on if I am interested in helping you." He spoke honestly.

"I need to pass this randomly selected drug test. If I don't, my job is toast. Please, help me this one time." Jason pleaded.

"Why would I have interest in helping you keep your job?" Devin responded in an uninterested tone of voice.

"Please dude, help me out. I am begging you." Jason pleaded one more time. He didn't want to lose his job over one mistake of the previous night.

Devin decided to help him, but on one condition. "I will help, but when I request something of you, you have to do it. You have to promise this, or you don't get my help." He had a smirk on his face seeing Jason squirm at that condition.

Jason didn't like it, but he saw that this was his only solution. "Okay, I promise, when you make a request of me, I will do it." He saw Devin extended his hand to shake on it. They both shook hands. Devin left and came back holding a small enough amount of his own piss in a small bottle. He handed it over to him. He managed to sneak in the bottle at the test. He exchanged the piss into the new bottle and submitted it.

One week later.....

Devin cornered Jason in the restroom and locked the door. "Time to pay up." He told him.

Jason was curious as to what Devin wanted till he noticed him u zipping his pants. He shook his head as he realized what his coworker wanted. "No way, dude. Seriously, this?" He objected without Devin even saying it.

"Blow me right now and swallow my cum." Devin told him quietly with a devilish smile. He pulled down his underwear to reveal his cock. "Remember, you promised. It's my request, so you have to do it." He added.

Jason shook his head again. "Request something else, please." He didn't want to suck his coworker's dick. He wasn't going to do that. He was straight, not some gay guy.

"Do it, or tell everyone how you loved my dick." Devin threatened, knowing full well that he would go through with his threat.

Jason realized that if he didn't, some would believe Devin. He got to his knees and began to suck it. He continued to move his mouth over and over on his cock. It got hard in his mouth. As soon as it got rock hard, he knew Devin was about to release. He didn't want to swallow, but Devin wasn't going to be denied such pleasure. Devin held his head over his dick as hot cum lathered his tongue. He was forced to swallow every last drop. He thought it was over till he noticed that he could take his mouth off of Devin's cock. He heard him laugh from above.

"You swallowed my cum, now I can change you into anything I want. My cum has that ability. You will be my dick now." Devin laughed as he watched Jason shrink in size and merge with his cock. A few minutes later, Jason was gone. Devin had an extra four inches to his cock. He pulled up his underwear and zipped up his pants, and went back to work.

Later that night, Devin felt his cock twitching in his underwear. He went to his bathroom to take a selfie. His cock twitched even more. He loved it. He now had a living cock. It felt great to have a guy be his cock for the rest of his life. "Feels like you are excited down there. I think I should head to the gay bar tonight and give you some action." He laughed.

Jason was horrified and angry at the same time. He wasn't gay, but he was now the cock of another guy. His twitching was a protest to what Devin did, not excitement. He didn't want anyone sucking him or shoved into anyone's ass. It was bad enough when Devin had to go pee. He could still taste the nastiness of his urine. He was now a cock on a gay guy from work. Owing him a favor turned into his worst nightmare.

[beaker1636]

Tied Up - Noah Sebastian Smut

AN: Here we go, Noah bondage smut. Tied up with Christmas lights, not much of a plot, just straight up smut. Hope ya'll enjoyed this as much as I did writing it because I got into this one 🤣🤣🤣

“Why are you standing at my front door with several strands of Christmas lights?” You ask your boyfriend Noah, eyeing him suspiciously as you open the door.

He isn’t big on holidays, Christmas in particular so this is really out of character for him.  In fact when you were putting up your decorations in your house last night he watched you, refusing to have any part in it and just sat there.  It was a whole fight, you were upset feeling like you did it all yourself while he didn’t understand why you were upset.  Ultimately it led to him storming out and going home, and you not feeling in the mood to finish your decorating and putting the tree up anymore so there it sits, nothing on it.

“Well I believe last night I told you to lighten up… and you told me to get into the holiday spirit so I come with a bit of a peace offering, and maybe some fun,” he gives you a sheepish grin when he steps into your house, hoping that you aren’t too angry with him from last night.

“Okay… and that is?” You question, eyeing him closely as you try to read his mind and figure out what he is getting at.

“Well you liked that one time when I tied you up right? So do you want to do it again? Only this time we would maybe use the string lights? Let me show you how sorry I am and that I am trying to get into the Christmas mood for you?” 

At this point he has moved so he is standing over you, your back against the wall as he looks down at you, leaning in so close that his breath is ghosting over your ear and neck as he speaks.

“Let me make you feel good tonight baby, make up for last night.”

You swallow, suddenly more turned on than you probably should be at the thought of what he wants to do to you, and honestly you are unwilling to admit that to him.

“You think tying me up with Christmas lights will somehow make up for the fight you caused last night?” you question, trying to hide of for the obvious arousal you are feeling thanks to the man blocking you in.

“No, but the multiple orgasms I plan to give you might… and we both know how much you love it when I push you around, turn you into my little whore,” he whispers in your ear.

He brushes your hair off your shoulder on one side so that he can have access to your throat, leaving a light kiss before nibbling on the flesh there, causing you to let out a breathy moan as you press your legs together, telling him all he needs to know.  That you want this even if you are trying to fight that you do.

“See, you want this just as much as I do.  And think about how pretty you will look with nothing but these glowing against your skin as you fall apart on my tongue,” he slowly steps back from you, giving you the chance to turn him down but you don’t .  Instead you find yourself nodding at him, giving in to what he wants.

“Good girl, let’s go to your room then,” he smirks at you as he begins leading you towards your bedroom, setting the bag down and then turning towards you.

He makes his way towards you, backing you against the wall before his lips find yours, much gentler than you are expecting them to be as they slowly draw you into the moment.  Noah can tell that you are a little wound tight still, that he needs you to relax before he starts to bind you, so that is what he is currently working on.  Kissing you gently as he slowly guides you towards your bed, slowly lifting the shirt you have on above his head, not missing that it is one of his own but choosing to ignore that fact for now.  Your bra eventually follows, leaving you in only your panties in front of him as he continues.

He pulls away after he has you sit on the bed, that way he can plug the first strand in before sitting behind you, leaving kisses along your neck as he slowly brings your arms behind your back.  Wrapping the cord around your wrists and gently binding them, making sure they aren’t so tight they’re digging into your skin.

“You look so pretty like this baby, the lights glowing against your skin,” he praises softly before moving to stand in front of you.  Helping you to your knees in front of him before he kicks his sweatpants off, his erect cock now standing at full attention in front of your face as he strokes it, watching you.

“Open your mouth for me, fuck, that’s it,” he groans as you do, leaning forward slightly so you can take the head into your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around the head before leaving a couple teasing licks along the slit, wanting to drive him crazy with your mouth.  He gladly lets you do it for a few moments, enjoying as he watches closely while your lips slowly lower on his dick, you bobbing your head as you begin to take more of him.

Fuck, he loves watching you when you blow him but it’s even better watching you do so while your hands are behind your back, knowing that you can’t pull yourself away from him even if you had wanted to.

He soon grows tired of this, of you barely taking him as, so he pulls your head down to make you take all of him at once, holding you there with a groan when he can feel your throat constrict around him. Tears building in your eyes as you choke around him before he lets you go, giving you a moment to catch your breath before giving an experimental roll of his hips to see if you accept it without complaint before he begins to do so.

“Can I fuck your pretty mouth tonight baby?” He asks, waiting for you to indicate it is okay.

When you nod your head he thrusts into your mouth again, starting slowly so you can get used to it before he begins going harder.  Letting out low groans as he seeks his own pleasure, letting you know how good you are at taking him as he continues until he draws close.  

Right before he finishes he pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop, moving so he can help you get back up off the floor and having you kick your panties off before laying down on the bed for him. 

“Are you still fine with your hands being behind your back? I can move them if this is too uncomfortable while I am doing your ankles,” he asks, looking up at you from where he stands at the foot of the bed.  

“I’m fine,” you answer, watching him closely as he takes your ankles, tying each one to one of your bed posts with more strands of the lights, you watching him as he does.

When you’re secure he looks up at you with a smirk, really enjoying the view of you all spread open, at his mercy to do as he pleases.  He can edge you all night if he chose, or make you finish over and over if he chose to.  He enjoys having this power over you, getting to do as he pleases while you just lay there and take it.

He leans over you, giving you a light kiss before he begins to trail his lips down your throat.  Leaving little marks as he goes, loving the bruises he is leaving along your skin, reminders of who you belong to that’ll stay for the next few days.  He knows you’ll probably be pissed when you realize that he left a couple in visible places, but that is a fight he is willing to deal with later.

You let out a gasp when his lips dip lower, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, then lightly biting down as you let out a breathy moan, feeling yourself growing more and more wet with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive peak while his fingers roll the other one between his fingers. Building you up, teasing you relentlessly, wanting you aching for his touch between your thighs before he ever makes it there.

He slowly begins to trail his lips down your torso, but skips from your belly to your thighs, passing over the place that you currently want him most.  Chuckling against your skin when you whine from the lack of contact.

“Patience, this will all be worth it,” he says softly before biting down on your thigh, leaving a mark where he was before he pulls away.

Looking up at your face from between your thighs as he runs a finger through your folds, gathering some of your arousal on it before circling your clit with it, you almost instantly whimper at the contact, at how great the simple act feels.

“Fuck, you’re this wet and all I’ve really done is play with you tits,” he says in amazement, but mostly to himself, almost blown away at how big of a mess he is currently making of you with barely any contact. “Do you want me to use my mouth or my fingers on you first?”

He continues to barely brush your clit as he asks, enjoying when you try to squirm from his movements but can’t.  Enjoying when you realize that it is useless and he can see the frustration cross your face.

When you don’t respond you are met with a stinging slap to your thigh, making you gasp as you shift your hips slightly.

“I believe I asked you a question princess.  How do you want me to make you cum the first time hmm?” He asks you again, now glaring at you from where he is, irritated that you aren’t responding like you are supposed to be.

“I, I want your mouth on me, please?” You ask, turning slightly red as you blush from the embarrassment of being forced to ask him for what you want.  The two of you have done so many things like this but you still don’t like voicing what you want from him, and you are starting to think you never will be comfortable with dirty talk in any capacity.

“That’s better, thank you,” he says.  

He leans down and dives right in, using his tongue to run it from your hole to your clit several times, making you impatient before he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it harshly.  Making you moan and attempt to shift your hips but finding you are unable to.

“Be good and stay still or I’ll stop,” he mumbles before smugly running his tongue across your clit again.  He pulls away long enough to smirk when he sees how wet you are, watching as you begin to drip on your thighs, knowing that it is him and him alone that is turning you into an absolute mess.  

His tongue traced the line of liquid up your thigh, loving the taste of you before he sucks on your clit again, his tongue running circles on it as his lips continue to stay wrapped around it, making you let out a gasp, finding yourself growing close at his actions.  You try your hardest to stay still, to not move at all as your high hits you but you fail, arching your back when you cum against his lips without much warning.  Instantly feeling guilty you broke the rule that he gave you.

“Shit, that was beautiful.  Should I make you cum again princess? I think maybe I should make you with my fingers too, and then my cock.  What do you think?” He asks you, smirking up at you as your breathing evens out after you finally come back down from the high he just gave you.

“Please?” you ask softly, not really having it in you to say much else but knowing that he won’t accept just a nod for an answer right now.

He dips his head back down, lightly running his tongue over your sensitive clit before abruptly slipping two of his fingers inside of you. You are so wet that he is met with almost no resistance as he sinks them inside of you.  He pulls his hand back only to thrust his fingers back inside of you, rough, as he pulls his mouth away from you.  

He wants to watch your face as you come undone for him again, to see how much pleasure he can bring you with just his hand.

He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, rough and unforgiving as his thumb begins to rub your clit, adding to the building orgasm that you can feel creeping up on you.  Loving the little sounds that keep dropping out of your mouth as you try to hold back the feeling you are currently experiencing.  He gives you a particularly hard thrust out of nowhere, you moaning at the sensation, at the sting. 

His thrusts of his fingers getting rougher and rougher as the pressure on your clit increases, you finding it hard to keep quiet this time as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge.  He leans up to give you a kiss as he continues, you tasting yourself on his lips as he pulls you over the edge, your second orgasm of the night hitting you harshly.  Him slowing down his movements as you ride it out before halting, giving you several light kisses as you come back down, telling you how amazing you are doing.

“Okay, are you ready for my cock?” He asks you, leaning down to untie your legs. 

When you nod, giving him the okay, he flips you onto your stomach, your hands still tied as he pushes your face down into the mattress while your ass is up.

“I’m going to be rough with you, let me know if it is too much,” he says, pressing one last gentle kiss against your shoulder before he pulls back. Appreciating the view in front of him, how smooth your skin is under his hands.

He is able to see just how wet you are, coating your thighs and glistening in the light of the room.  It pleases him to no end that he is the reason why you are this way, that it is him that you are craving so badly right now.

Without a warning he pushes inside of you, making you cry out both from surprise but also the slight sting of pain as his hard cock stretches you out. No matter how many times you have taken him it still feels so wonderful when he first enters you.  Both of you groan at the feeling as he begins to thrust, deep but forceful dispute the fact that he is begging slowly.

One hand resting on your hips as he brings your body back into his as he pushes forward, each thrust getting harder and harder as he goes, watching how your body jolts and moves with each thrust of his hips against yours.  

Your body feels amazing around him, how wet you are, the way that you are clenching around him, shit it has him close.  He knows that he will not last long from this but judging how you are clenching around him and moaning, he doesn’t think that you are going to last too long either.

Snaking a hand down underneath you he begins to rub your clit again, wanting, no needing to make you finish one last time before he does.  Wanting to stay true to his word about making you fall apart with his mouth, hand and cock like he threatened earlier. Wanting to feel you cum around him, milking him for his own release.

You are so overstimulated from already finishing twice that it doesn’t take much, you falling apart one last time within seconds of him finding your clit, collapsing down on the bed as he continues to ram his hips into yours chasing his own release now.  He groans, slowing his movements down as he finishes inside of you before stilling.  Watching closely at how his cum slowly leaks out of you as he pulls out, moving to untie your wrists for you.

Once you are untied you roll over, staring at the ceiling as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath as he lays next to you, his head on your shoulder.  You don’t say anything as you lay there, turning your head so that you could kiss him.

He whispers praises to you, telling you how good you did and how beautiful you looked all tied up before getting up and returning with a washcloth, cleaning the mess you both left on your thighs off before glancing at you.

“Why don’t you settle into a warm shower, help soothe your muscles that are probably aching at this point while I change your sheets.  I’ll join you in a couple minutes baby,” he says softly, rubbing the red marks that are on your wrists as he helps you up off the bed.

“That sounds wonderful, I’ll see you in a few minutes, I love you” you say softly, giving him a kiss before you make your way to the bathroom.  The fight from the night before is not forgotten, but figuring that it isn’t worth worrying about tonight.  

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A Chance - Part 3**

Ugh took forever! I've been so busy with work but it's up! This little series will have one final part which is already in the works! Read the rest of the series here!

Warnings: workplace drama/gossip, verbal confrontations/discussions, mentions of sexually explicit things, rejection, bad friends, aaaaaaand A BIG FAT SAUCY SMOOCH!

WC: 8.7K

It was Monday again and you were not ready for the work week to start. Despite the lovely time you had with Harry on Saturday morning, you were feeling preoccupied that an inevitable run in with Destiny or Carmen would anger you once again after you’d decided to just get over it. Your paths hardly ever crossed, but now knowing their malevolent nature, you hoped you wouldn’t have to deal with them in a social setting ever again. You didn’t plan to confront them about what they’d said or anything like that, you’d worked through it on your own over the weekend. And you could be professional and interact as needed for work, but outside of that, you wouldn’t be caught where they were. And since you’d shared your concerns with Adam and Harry, you trusted that you wouldn’t have to endure any social events with them in a small group setting ever again. They wouldn’t put you in that situation again and that was enough of a resolution for you. However, when you arrived at your building and hurried into the elevator in the parking structure, you felt your stomach sink as you saw Destiny approaching and step in wordlessly. You were sure you were just imagining the tension between you two until she cleared her throat and turned to face you. 

“Look Y/N, I’m not sure what you think you heard Carmen and I talking about over the weekend but it wasn’t you.” She said matter of factly. You wanted to roll your eyes and tell her that you heard them saying your name, but just stayed quiet as you continue looking at your shoes, “Hey!” She raised her voice a bit and you sighed and glanced up. “Stop pretending like you didn’t go and cry about it to Adam! He told us what you said and said we better apologize to you!” She complained, “And he said that now he and Harry don’t want to be friends with us again because they think we’re shitty people!” She accused you and you frowned. “You literally ruined my night with Harry! He didn’t even tell me he was leaving! If you have a problem with something I’m doing don’t go behind my back and make other people fight your battles for you, Y/N. It’s immature.” She said spitefully.

“Honestly, I don’t know why Adam thought to confront you and Carmen about any of this. I didn’t ask him to get involved. I heard you and Carmen say, with my own two ears, that no one wanted me out with you guys on Friday night, don’t pretend you didn’t say it. After hearing that I just decided to go home, because I can read social cues, unlike you two believe. Adam was being persistent about me staying out the rest of the night and that’s why I shared with him what I heard you two saying, because I shouldn’t have to be out with people who don’t want me around. Who think I’m a freak for having different tastes in entertainment. Who think I’m condescending every time I open my mouth. Who think I’m a basic dresser that no one likes and should’ve stayed home form the start.” You repeated what she had said and her angry expression wavered as she fought off a frown of shame.

“Look, I really don’t have a problem with you or with Carmen, despite what Adam may have said or led you to think. I wasn’t even going to bring this up to either of you ever! If I wanted to discuss it, I would’ve waited for you two to leave the stalls and deal with it then and there because unlike you two, I’m a forthright person. Clearly, I have no problem saying what I think.” You informed her and she refused to look you in the eye. “Yeah, you were a jerk and it hurt my feelings at the time but I realized that you behavior is not an issue I can fix, not matter what I say. That’s all you, Destiny. Why you feel entitled to judge people you don’t know and treat them that way, I have no idea! All I know is that after that experience with you, I knew I just wouldn’t want to interact with you socially again…yet, here we are.” You stated dryly and she looked absolutely stunned as the doors opened to the lobby of your building. When she didn’t say anything you stepped forward and she moved out of your way to let you pass.

“Hey,” you appealed to her and she finally looked up at you with tearful eyes, “I’m not going to be a bitch to you at work because of this, we have shit to do, you know? But I need you to realize that no one has made me feel that badly about myself since I was thirteen years old.” You informed her and she swallowed thickly, “Truly a dark time in my history.” You added with a small, sad smile. “However, I’m too grown for that juvenile mean girl shit. I hope one day you can realize that you are too.” You said and she inhaled shakily to prevent herself from sobbing.

You just hurried on by and went to the next set of elevators only to see her running across the lobby into the bathrooms down here. You hadn’t meant to make her cry, you didn’t even think you’d been rude, but she was locked away in the bathroom now balling her eyes out. This is why you were never even going to confront the situation head on. But Adam and his meddling…a new heaviness was weighing on your chest about it. But you had already confronted Destiny, so you wondered if it was even worth confronting Adam about this. But the more you thought about it the more you decided that this was an opportunity to draw a boundary on what was acceptable of him and what wasn’t. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks that on Friday night it sounded like he was going to confess having feelings for you.

You suddenly didn’t feel equipped to have that conversation with him. Once you got to your floor you trudged over to your cubicle wary of Adam. Thankfully, when you got to your area it was pretty quiet so you assumed he wasn’t in yet and closed your sliding door behind you and settled in. Obviously, he could peer over the divider if he really wanted to talk to you, but he typically respected your space when your door was closed. 

“Hey Y/N!” You heard moments later and glanced up from your screen to see him peering over the divider. He greeted you first seeing as you hadn’t even thought he was in yet.

“Hi.” You greeted with a polite smile.

“You look very nice today.” He complimented you, though there was nothing different about how you did yourself up or dressed on this particular day. 

“Really? I look how I…always do.” You said with an awkward chuckle and he shrugged.

“I don’t know, just…something looks different to me, I guess.” He said and you hummed, mentally deciding if you were going to have a discussion with him about him intervening with Destiny and Carmen or not. “How’s your morning been?” He asked and you took that as your cue to bring up the situation with Destiny.

“Ummm…weird actually.” You said and he hummed and nodded, indicating that you continue. “Destiny approached me in the parking garage-”

“Oh thank god! I told her how upset you were at her and that she needed to apologize for the things she was saying about you with Carmen. You didn’t deserve that from them. They don’t even know you! You know? But I made it clear to them how you and everyone else feels about what they did to you and that she needed to make things right with you.” He said and you sighed.

“Well…she actually started berating me over what you asked of her because she thinks that I ruined her chances with Harry by telling you what they had said about me. She thinks I asked you to go and make her apologize to me, that I was too scared to fight my own battles or something like that.” You sighed with annoyance and he rolled his eyes.

“Well you know it’s not like that.”

“I know that. However, I also didn’t give you permission to communicate anything on my behalf, Adam.” You explained and he frowned in confusion.

“Look, I just wanted to help smooth things over.”

“I know that you meant to do good but I think you created a situation for me which…was uncomfortable.” You said and he scoffed, “I’m not saying that to be a dick, but it’s the truth. There was nothing to smooth over, you know? I hardly even interact with them for work! Either way, I corrected the narrative, assured her I didn’t ask anything of you because honestly, if it were up to me I just wouldn’t have even given it that much effort. I just wanted to move on. Those people aren’t my friends…so while it stung in the moment, I decided not to give it or them more of my energy. Like I told you that same night. I don’t need to prove anything to them so long as I feel good about the decisions I make for myself. And you…took that closure from me.” You said and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry you feel that way about someone sticking up for you.” He said lowly and with a hint of disdain.

“I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“You shouldn’t have to! If someone cares about you they try and make things better for you. That’s all I wanted to do. It wasn’t even my fault that happened! Harry invited Destiny along! So if anyone should’ve been the one to try and resolve this it’s him! But apparently he hasn’t even spoken to Destiny since.��� He pointed out and you sighed.

“Harry did reach out and cleared the air with me the very next day.” You shared with Adam.

“Oh…well, it didn’t seem like he was going to and I know how you feel about him to begin with so…” he trailed off.

“I told you already, Harry and I are good.” You assured him. “I just…really would’ve appreciated it if you checked with me first before making claims about how I’m feeling about things to other people. I don’t need help confronting issues, you know that. I also know that on Friday night my feelings were very hurt, so I get why you maybe felt you needed to step in, but now these girls think I have some beef with them and that I’m rallying others up against them and it’s complicated everything.” You explained your frustration. “Again, I appreciate what your intentions but just…ask before you speak for me next time. Please?” You asked.

“Sure.” He huffed before stepping down and getting back to his desk. You frowned but decided to just give him space.

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Harry had been a little late and he had an important review article to finish writing so he went straight to his desk and got to work. He did text you that he was running late because he was hoping to grab coffee with you, but then just texted back that he’d catch up with you later on, which you had liked and that was that. After an hour he was done and just needed to do his first edit, he was about to get into zone for the editing bit when Adam peeked in.

“Hey man, you got a few minutes?” Harry glanced up and looked at the time for a before nodding.

“Ummm, sure. You alright?” He asked as Adam stepped into his cubicle and slid the door closed before plopping down in the seat across from Harry and groaning quietly. It looked like he was battling with himself for a minute before he leaned forward, the conflicted expression still on his face.

“I like Y/N and I think I really fucked it up with her.” He whispered to Harry.

“Oh…” Harry expressed. A little confused at Adam’s apprehension in sharing this with him. Adam sighed and shook his head, clearly feeling shy about confessing this and Harry smiled a bit.

“Don’t make fun…I know she’s…a little bit much at times but-”

“Whoa! No, I meant “Oh” as in like “that’s it?”. You just seemed really…conflicted about what you were going to say.” Harry explained quietly.

“Well yeah, I am…I didn’t know how you would react to that information. Because well, again, Y/N is just…a little different than the people I typically go for.” He explained and Harry was getting more and more annoyed at the way Adam was sharing this. Almost as if he felt embarrassed that he was into you. “Anyway…I…didn’t heed your warning about confronting Destiny and Carmen.” He explained and Harry tutted. “Apparently she made a a big fuss at Y/N and didn’t even apologize to Y/N like I hoped she would!” he explained, “And I can tell Y/N is trying not to be upset at me…but like…I don’t get it! I mean I was trying to stand up for her, you know? Defend her. Show her that I…could be that for her, you know?” He explained lowly.

“Well…maybe she’s just not that kind of person that expects a partner to…treat her like a damsel in distress. Confrontation is not something she struggles with, you know?” Harry said and Adam nodded.

“Right…how do I fix this?”

“Apologize for overstepping.” Harry said right away. He had no idea why he was helping Adam with you though. He needed to ask you if you were fine with telling Adam about you two because he didn’t feel comfortable with this set up.

“Here’s the thing…I’m not sorry for it because I had good intentions. And I don’t want to apologize when I don’t mean it.” He said and Harry shrugged.

“Then I don’t know, mate.” 

“What if I get her something? To like make up for it?”

“Well personally, that seems like you’re just trying to distract or brush your mistake under the rug.”

“For fuck’s sake…why is she so complicated?”

“I don’t think she is at all.” Harry chuckled, “Y/N is…very obvious and straightforward. Yeah, she can be a little cranky, but it’s part of her charm.” Harry said with an easy smile.

“You really find it charming? After all the times she brushed you off?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, I really do. Now that I understand her better.” He explained and Adam hummed.

“You seem to understand her really well for someone who just started talking to her. I mean, we talk all the time but…I don’t feel like I know enough about her to speak of her how you do. How did you do it?”

“Well, I don’t know…we just have a lot in common I think.” Harry explained and Adam hummed.

“Well…thanks for listening.” 

“Yeah, mate.” Harry hummed as Adam started to stand.

“Oh, and you know just keep it on the DL that I like her. I think she knows, I started to say something to her on Friday but ummm…yeah, just keep it to yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Harry assured and Adam nodded once before leaving. 

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Adam had been really quiet and you could basically feel his brooding for yourself. You thought he was going to come chat but ended up leaving for almost ten minutes before returning and once again, being silent. You could hear him sighing every now and again and you wanted to intervene but decided to just leave it. And when lunch time neared you left a few minutes before to go and find Harry.

“Hey.” You greeted him as you peered into his cubicle. He glanced up from his screen at the sound of your voice and smiled instantly.

“Hi!” He greeted you in return as he pulled off his glasses.

“Have you finished the article?”

“Yeah, just doing a bit of polishing.” He said and you nodded.

“Good.”

“Do you want to have a look before I send it to Gary for editing?” He asked and your eyebrows arched in surprise.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve read it way too many times.” He chuckled before standing and stretching. He groaned in relief and you even heard the satisfying cracks of his spine straightening out. “Come, sit.” He invited you and you went over and sat in his seat, already warm from his body heat. He moved around the desk and plopped into the chair across from you and watched you read. It was just a spotlight/ review article about a new enoteca-style bar down town. You were smiling fondly as you read. “Feel free to edit if you see anything that might need improving.” He said and you hummed. After another few moments you pulled back and glanced over at him.

“It’s perfect. Detailed, brief, and it conveys warmth and curiosity about the spot.” You said with a smile, “Excellent job, Harry.” 

“Yeah? It’s good like that?”

“Yeah, I promise.” You assured him.

“Well, since you’re there, send it over for me?” He asked and you smiled and nodded and started drafting up the email. “Adam ummm…came over to talk about your argument this morning.” He added in and you hummed.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was an argument, I just…think he overstepped by forcing them to apologize. He also told Destiny that you guys thought she was a shitty person.” You said and Harry sighed.

“For fuck’s sake…”

“I know. He just made it bigger than it needed to be…” you mumbled, “I’m trying to forgive him but…I’m still upset. I made Destiny cry because I told her she was a little to grown to be a mean girl…” you sighed and Harry sniggered.

“She cried?”

“Yeah…” you said with a frown.

“Are you feeling bad?”

“I don’t know…it kind of felt good…knowing that I got to her somehow.” You said as you looked over to him, “Not in a bad way. Like got to her in her heart. It was like she saw me as a person for the first time.” You explained quickly.

“I know what you meant.” He said reassuringly and you smiled and then continued with sending off his article.

“There it goes.” You hummed as the little “swoosh” sound effect sounded through the computer’s speaker. “Ummm, I was wondering if you…wanted to grab lunch together?”

“I’d love to.” He accepted with a pleased smile.

“Wanna walk to the deli? Could go for a reuben.” You said.

“Have you had it with toasted marble rye?” He asked with excitement and you nodded.

“Of course. And with concerning amounts of mustard.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, s’the only way.” He agreed.

"Alright, let's go!" you said and started heading over to the elevators.

“Wait.” He narrowed his eyes as he glanced to you, "Do you have it with pastrami or corned beef?" he asked.

"I definitely prefer pastrami, but the corned beef down the street is elite." you admitted and he smirked.

"Okay...I will accept that." he chuckled, "Pastrami cuts are a little too fatty for me." he explained.

"That's the best part!" you argued and Harry just made a dramatic gagging sound and you cackled as you pushed the call button for the elevator.

Soon enough you were walking through the lobby of the building to get outside and walk the few minutes to the deli. You ordered right away and then quickly sat because it really filled up over lunch. You were sitting across from each other in the two-person booth and Harry sighed.

“Hey so ummm…I was wondering if you’d be okay with me telling Adam about us?” He asked, “That like…we’re seeing each other.”

“Well, I think that Adam likes me.” You said with a worried expression, “So…it might…hurt his feelings.”

“Oh… you know about that?” He asked and you nodded, “Well, it’s just that he always comes and asks me for advice about you and I feel a little weird trying to help him get noticed by the person I’m interested in.” He chuckled.

“Oh…” You said in realization and then smiled at Harry.

“Yeah…” he chuckled bashfully and then reached his hand over to yours and you turned it over out of sheer instinct. You were covered in goosebumps and your hearing was transfixed on the sound of your heart pounding away hard inside of your chest. His fingers sliding up your palm caused you to smile until his fingers wrapped around your hand and his thumb extended out to caress your wrist.

“Yeah, you can tell him.” You smiled. “But let me try to make things right with him first.”

“Yeah, of course.” He hummed, “You let me know.”

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“Hey, Adam! Wait up!” You called after him as he breezed by your cubicle at the end of the day. He sighed but turned around. “Look, I didn’t mean to berate you this morning. I’m sorry.” You apologized and he smiled a bit, “I freaked out. But I just…I wanted to handle this my way, with as little drama as possible, you know?” You explained and he nodded.

“I get it.” He assured and you nodded, looking at him expectantly, hoping he would also apologize for overstepping. “We’re good though.” He said and you rolled your lips together in disappointment and nodded.

“Okay…sounds good.” You added.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya’.” You called after him as he headed off. 

You then made your way over to Harry’s cubicle again but as you rounded the corner to his cubicle you heard Destiny in there.

“-I just really thought there was something between us. I mean, after you got me the coffee and invited me to hang out on Friday, you know?”

“I can definitely see how my actions implied I had a romantic interest in you. I’m sorry if I led you on, that wasn’t my intent at all. I was just being nice.” Harry explained gently. 

“Well, I like you and ummm…if you’re willing t-to give me a chance then I’d love to go out and grab drinks or coffee?” She offered.

“That’s sweet of you, but I’ve actually started seeing Y/N.” He shared and you bit your lip to suppress your smile upon hearing him say it out loud. You felt like it was time to leave the conversation but not without hearing her response. You hoped it wasn’t going to make her more upset at you.

“Oh…” she mumbled, “But she’s…” she started out and then grew silent.

“She’s what?” Harry asked.

“She’s famously kind of a bitch, particularly to you, no?”

“It was a misunderstanding between us. She’s actually very kind and smart and funny, and beautiful.” He said and you decided that you’d eavesdropped enough.

You backed away around the corner again and looked through your phone for another few minutes. When you heard steps approaching you glanced up and were faced with Destiny who was sniffling a bit. She stopped right in front of you and you frowned.

“Are you alright?” You asked and she sighed.

“I’m sorry about everything on Friday. You’re right, I don’t even know you like that and to talk shit about you like that was very high school of me.” She admitted.

“Oh…ummm, thank you.”

“Yeah. And ummm, also sorry for accusing you of ruining things with Harry. I just finished talking to him and he said that he’s actually seeing you.” She informed and you nodded in confirmation, “You could’ve thrown that in my face earlier to humiliate me but you didn’t.”

“Of course not. And well, I didn’t think you’d believe me anyway…probably think I was off my rocker or something.” You said through a breathy snigger and she chuckled.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She admitted and you smiled, “I’m sorry again. That wasn’t my finest moment.”

“It happens to the best of us. I’m sorry too for making you cry earlier.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m starting my period soon and am always more fragile emotionally.” She explained as she rolled her eyes, “But I needed to hear that though. You were right. And well, Harry also explained about Adam and how he doesn’t have a problem with me. But of course, I mean, h-he likes you so I’ll back off and all.” She assured.

“Well thank you for being so understanding and coming around.”

“Of course. Have a good one, okay?”

“You too.” You smiled and waved as she headed off.

“This is why I like you.” Harry said and you whipped around quickly with a startled gasp to see him come around the corner of his cubicle, “You’re very sweet, you know that?”

“Stop it…” you murmured bashfully.

“I like you a lot. I refuse to withhold the lovely things I think about you.” He said and you smiled, not really sure what to say to that. He saw you blushing, but didn’t want to rub it in, so he distracted you by taking your hand and you looked up at him again. “I’ll walk you to your car?” He suggested and you smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Thank you.” You agreed and headed to the elevators. 

There were others leaving also, so he scooted closer to you, so much so that your arms were touching. Everyone getting in was greeting him because again, he was very well liked. But that forced them to greet you and much to their surprise, you weren’t as stoic about it like in the past, but you were certain most of them expected that very flat and cordial response from you. However, Harry’s persistent kindness had made you feel safe around him, especially after discovering that he wasn’t being fake about it. Clearly, Harry had seen your soft and gooey bits beneath the layers of armor you had guarded yourself with for years. His forgiving and understanding attitude helped you feel more open because if he was willing to forgive you and even had feelings for you, why wouldn’t others give you a chance? That’s why you didn’t mind greeting people enthusiastically in return and chatting a bit. You weren’t selfish and were an observer, so you felt like you knew plenty of basic things about your coworkers, you just didn’t interact as much so that they’d know as much about you. And as you parted ways with people they all said goodbye to you both, which you had to admit was quite nice.

“Hey so ummm…I talked to Destiny, just to clear the air and assure her that I didn’t hate her or anything. And ummm…well Adam was pretty harsh.” He said and you sighed, “Either way, ummm, she came onto me and I told her I’m seeing you. Just…letting you know in case everyone knows about it tomorrow.” He said nervously.

“Yeah, I ran into her afterwards and she apologized and mentioned that you said that. I’m not upset by it, in fact ummm…I kind of eavesdropped little.” You admitted, “Literally just happened to walk up when she asked you out.” You confessed with a bashful smile and he smirked, “I promise I left right after. But she was crying again and I apologized for making her cry earlier. I guess I did feel bad about it.” You said and he suddenly reached for your hand again and you smiled up at him quickly before glancing down at your hands as the heat creeped up your neck. “I also apologized to Adam for berating him, but he didn’t apologize for overstepping and putting words in my mouth so I don’t know…it’s bothering me.”

“Maybe he’ll come around soon.” Harry said encouragingly.

“I hope so.” You sighed, “Well, here I am.” You said as you saw your car just a few steps away, “Where did you park?”

“The fourth floor.”

“Oh, I can take you up?” You offered, “I’m not exactly ready yo say goodbye.” You confessed and he smiled.

“I’d love that.” He smiled and you guys got in.

“So ummm…what are we doing for our date on Friday?” You asked. Among all the other things that you’d been obsessing over, this was the main one.

“Well, dinner, but I wanted to pick your brain about that. Would you like a proper, more dressy sit-down meal or something a little more casual?”

“Ummm…are we doing something before or after?” You asked and he grinned.

“Yes, and that can be either before or after. I’d prefer after but ummm whatever. That’s a surprise.” He said and you smiled.

“Okay… will I need to be comfortable for that or can I do it in heels or maybe a dress?” You questioned. You were obsessed with the tingles running through your body of the prospect of this date with him.

“Either or…I mean, how do you feel about walking in heels? Like it’s not a trek or anything, but there will be some walking involved.”

“Hmm…if anything I could wear a comfy heel. But what’s the fancy option you had in mind?”

“French food.”

“And the casual?”

“A dumpling place, which we can also just pick up and eat at the secondary location if you’d prefer. He informed and you hummed excitedly, “Dumplings it is…” he chuckled and you turned to him quickly to smile.

“Perfect. We can eat at the secondary location.”

“Perfect. Snacks will also be provided for the secondary activity.” He informed you, “I’m very excited for this. I think you’re going to enjoy it.” He said excitedly.

“I’m sure I will.” You assured him. 

“There’s my car.” He pointed and you pulled into the empty spot beside his.

“Well, here you are.” You smiled as you put it in park and then turned to him.

“Thank you. I know the day started out pretty rough but I hope it ended off on a high note.”

“It did. Thank you for listening to my venting and for being so kind about everything and not judging me. Even when I was…awful to you. I think about that a lot now. You didn’t deserve any of it, Harry.” You said with a small pout.

“No, but we figured it out, yeah? I’m not dwelling on the past, Y/N. I’ve forgiven you and clearly am quite taken by you.” He reminded and you smiled.

“Is that a kink thing? Being into women who are mean to you?” You questioned teasingly and he chuckled.

“Maybe a little…” he smirked, there was a certain glint in his eye that made you excited and nervous simultaneously. You giggled to play off the nerves.

“Maybe a little…” you repeated through your giggle and he nodded smugly. His gaze then dropped down to your lips, which led you to do the same to him. They were so pretty and the bottom one looked so pillowy, you were desperate to get it between yours and suck it swollen.

“Stop that.” He mumbled before bitting down on his lip to suppress the urge working it’s way up his body. He wanted to taste your lips so badly, it was like an itch that he just couldn’t relieve, that’s how it would feel until he finally got a taste of you.

“What?”

“Being so…enchanting.” He hummed and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. “You know, this whole time I’ve just been trying to get to know you.” He said softly with a smile and your gaze softened, “I mean, I knew once you let me init was gonna be good, but it’s…far more than I ever could have hoped it would be.” He smiled with satisfaction, “And we haven’t even been on a date!” He emphasized and you giggled.

“I feel the same, Harry.” You chimed in, “You just…fill a void that I never…understood.” You explained and he reached for your face and grabbed it gently.

“Fuck…I’m definitely going to fall in love with you if you’re gonna be talking like that.” He said through a smile and you just laughed and broke eye contact, it was too much. You were suffocating in the feelings for him that were blossoming inside of you. You leaned in and peered up at him.

“Please kiss me.” You whispered and he smiled as he closed the gap. Your lips met in an ardent manner, the give and take was perfect. Your growing smiles caused your lips to smear together sloppily, “You kiss so nice.” You giggled and he grinned and nudged his nose against your cheek playfully.

“Touché, baby.” He hummed, “Taste so nice too…and also like…sour punch straws.” He chuckled.

“Guilty. I had a little snack right before I headed over to find you.” You confessed and he sniggered and pecked your lips again. 

Breathing Easy by Hers started to play over the car speakers and instantly the playfulness of the moment vanished and the vibe grew tense and serious as your eyes met. You felt alive for the first time in a long time. The sudden awareness of your existence and experiences as a human beings struck you like lightening. You already felt close to him but you wanted to be closer. You reached for his gorgeously structured jaw and pressed your lips into his. You nipped at his bottom lip and he smiled. You tugged at it once again and were able to get enough between your teeth to suck on it for a few seconds. He exhaled loudly as a groan rumbled in the back of his throat. It continued crawling up his throat until he moaned lowly. You felt the deep sound right in your core. 

“Harder.” Harry muttered against your lips and you tugged his swollen bottom lip between your teeth and dug them in with an increasing force. “Like that…” he sighed and you stopped there for a few moments before relieving the pressure and doing it once more, once again, completely enamored with how much he was enjoying this.

You could kiss him for hours… You smooched tenderly a few times as the kiss started to wind down. It was prudent of you both to stop it there for the time being. You were just starting to drip slick into your underwear, you were very aware of your vuvla pulsing desperately, with each swell your pussy was pumping out more slick. God, what you would do to have his delightful mouth making out with your pussy like this. You could tell he’d give amazing head…and on the off chance that wasn’t as good as you believed, he’d certainly have the natural potential to be excellent at it. It was getting reckless to be in this situation. You pecked once more before pulling apart. You snuck a glance down at his lap and saw the outline of his already sizable boner through his slacks. You had the urge to reach out and grope it through his pants but refrained because then you’d need to feel the smoothness and warmth of it in your bare hands. You’d get to see if he was cut or uncut. God, you hoped he was uncut… and well, then that would lead to you needing to feel the weight of him on your tongue and savor his taste… Like you said before, it was prudent to stop now, while these urges were barely in the planning phase, the perfect place to stop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hummed lowly, living for the way your kiss-bitten lips smeared against his own in delicate little swipes. Despite being so distracted, he nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah, see y’tomorrow, love.” He whispered before smiling and opening up the door. You waited for him to settle in and when he was buckled up and ready to go he gave you a thumbs up and you smiled before taking off, each to their own destinations for the night but both wishing that you could’ve spent the entire night in that perfect little bubble.

***************

It was Thursday morning when Adam had shown up at Harry’s cubicle again. It seemed that he hadn’t even settled in for the day, that was his first stop of the morning and well, this indicated to Harry that he just needed to break it to Adam that he was dating you. 

“Hey man, got a minute?” Adam asked.

“Sure, I actually needed to talk to you about something as well.” Harry said and Adam took a seat and nodded.

“You first, before I burden you with my girl troubles.” He said through a smile and Harry cleared his throat.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry said and Adam nodded, urging him to go on, “I’m actually seeing Y/N.” He said it plainly, getting right to the point. Harry  waited for Adam to respond but right now he just looked surprised, which he could understand, “So ummm…it does make it a bit…weird for me t-to you know talk to you about her. I would’ve like said something sooner about us liking each other but I wasn’t sure if she’d be alright with me telling people that just yet.” He added and Adam just sat there staring at the desk.

“Is that why you went after her last weekend?” He asked when he finally glanced back up at Harry.

“Yeah. And well, I misinterpreted something that happened between us from before and that’s why I wasn’t really talking to her as much and why she was flat out ignoring me that night. We were clearing that up when you came out and found us.” Harry explained.

“Oh…well, I mean…I like her too. I reckon I’ve liked her for longer than you have and well, we’ve been friends for longer too.” He explained and Harry’s expression changed into one of confusion.

“Okay, so what are you saying?” He asked for clarification.

“I’m saying that I have dibs!” Adam chuckled as if it were obvious.

“Dibs? We’re not teenagers, Adam. We’re grown men!” Harry chuckled in disbelief at what he was hearing.

“Well are you exclusively dating?”

“We haven’t really gotten there yet.”

“Then can I ask her out too?” He asked and Harry was trying hard no to scowl at him.

“I…I don’t know! I mean…I would rather you not because what the fuck…” he chuckled and Adam sighed.

“Yeah, but dude, I’ve thought she was good looking forever! You’ve only seen her that way for a few weeks.” Adam exaggerated.

“No, I’ve been into her for a long while! She just disliked me so she never gave me the time of day even when I would try my hardest to get to know her. But when she finally gave me a chance it just…worked really well. We clicked.” Harry explained. “I have been putting moves on her forever! Obviously, I was trying to start out as friends first so that we could get to know each other a little better and that’s what all of this has been this entire time!”

“Okay, same! Why do you think I made nice with her?” Adam chuckled.

“Well what about all the times you’ve…talked shit about her to me or to other people? I literally would have never known that you were into her!” Harry reminded him and Adam sighed.

“It’s not talking shit! I’m sympathizing with the people she upsets, to like help them get her. Like you know she’s not the easiest person to deal with at times, H.” Adam said.

“I have to disagree with you there, mate. She really isn’t hard to figure out or to grow close with…” Harry explained and Adam’s gaze withdrew from Harry’s. “Look, I can’t forbid you from asking her out too because we’re just getting started but I think we’ve got something that could become really special. And as someone who I consider a friend, I ask that you hold off and respect that I asked her out first.” Adam glanced up at Harry then and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

“I think you’re just nervous that she’s going to choose me over you.” He said smugly. 

Harry couldn’t tell if he was just this unserious or being malicious about it. He could challenge Adam and tell him all of the things you were upset at him about but that wasn’t his place. Better that Adam hear from you that you weren’t into him so that he could just move on. Harry knew you’d have no problem dealing with that, especially since you were already a little bit upset at him for him dabbling in the Destiny situation. And well, maybe Adam was not as good of a guy as he may have thought before.

“Suit yourself.” Harry sighed and then just returned to his work. Adam sat there for a few more seconds before standing and leaving without another word.

**************

Meanwhile Adam and Harry were having a tiff over you, you were getting to your cubicle, more than delighted to find a little box of four dark chocolate covered strawberries at the center of your desk. You immediately smiled brightly and went for the note taped on the side of the box.

Admittedly, these are NOT NEARLY as tasty as your lips but nevertheless, a little sweet treat for you to enjoy. - H

You could feel that your face growing red hot. You weren’t embarrassed, you were just overwhelmed. You had no idea how to express the joy and excitement that was burning through you. You had always believed that you weren’t the type of person to be whisked off your feet with thoughtful and romantic gestures like this, but now that you had someone who showed affection this way, well, you felt special. You felt considered, knowing that Harry had spared you a thought. It was sickeningly sweet of him to do this. You put your strawberries away in your mini fridge and then sat at your chair and quickly pulled out your phone to text Harry a thank you message.

“Hey!” You heard and glanced up, your smile still wide and excited from your surprise. You saw Adam peering into your cubicle, “What’re you all chipper about?” He asked as he stepped in.

“S’nothing. What’s up?” You asked as you set your phone down to give him your attention.

“Just dropping in to say hello.” He said as he took a seat.

“Well…hello.” You giggled nervously as you reached for your computer’s power button.

“Hi.” He chuckled and just watched you for a few moments as you logged in, “Did you bring lunch today?” He asked.

“I did not.” You disclosed as you glanced over to him again.

“Well, would you want to go out and grab a bite to eat with me at lunch?”

“Well, actually I’m leaving early today, I have an appointment so no lunch break for me.” You explained and he hummed.

“I see…well what about tonight? Do you have dinner plans?” He asked and you bit your lip nervously before just asking what you wanted to ask.

“Are you trying to ask me out on a date?” You inquired and he chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“I…guess I am. Yeah.” He said through a bashful smile. “And look…I know that you’re talking to Harry now, he just told me. But I mean, we’ve been friends for a while and I think you’re pretty and smart and I would love to have a chance to take you out as more than friends before anything gets too serious between the two of you.” He explained and you pouted a bit as you heard this.

“Oh ummm…this is sweet of you but I’m not interested in you like that, Adam. And well, like Harry said, we’re already seeing each other, so no.” You explained.

“But you haven’t even given me a chance, Y/N…” he chuckled as he looked at you with some disbelief and you pouted.

“Right, but that’s just because I don’t…see you in that way. If I did feel some attraction towards you I would be open to going out with you but I don’t.” You explained as gently as possible.

“So all the times that we hung out before were nothing?”

“Not nothing. I mean, we’re friends. Friends hang out.” You shrugged. “You haven’t indicated that you’ve liked me more than friends before. I mean, very recently you’ve been acting a little different but-”

“So you’ve noticed that my way of being with you has shifted and you still decided to date Harry?” He asked and you sighed.

“Look Adam, if you’re the one with feelings then it’s your responsibility to bring that up to me. I’m not a mind reader…I can speculate about why things have changed but I’m not going to assume and then jeopardize our friendship if I was wrong.” You defended your stance. “And like I said before, I also haven’t responded to these changes because I just don’t think of you in that way.”

“Is this because you’re still upset over the Destiny thing?”  He asked next and you sighed.

“No, it’s not that. I mean, I’m still not very pleased with you for that but again, I wasn’t into you like that before it happened.”

“I thought we had cleared that up already.” He sighed.

“Ummm not really? You didn’t even apologize for talking to her about an issue between us without asking first. I apologized to you in case you felt berated by me or something, but I at least expected you to recognize that what you did wasn’t okay and that it made a mess of things.” You explained. “I know you were meaning to help but you didn’t. And I know you were trying to defend me but you actually put me in a bad situation with Destiny.” You explained again. “And quite honestly, the way you dealt with that and now this, it does make me question whether we know each other all that well.” You explained. His jaw tensed and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking myself that too…” he mumbled. “I don’t want to apologize for the Destiny thing because I truly feel like I was doing the right thing. And I’m not going to say sorry for something that I don’t regret. I know I meant well and I can’t be sorry for that. If Destiny then turned it into a bad thing then she’s the one who should apologize to you.” He explained.

“She did. Harry talked to her and cleared the air with her and that made her apologize to me for believing I had been trying to turn you guys against her and for talking shit about me on Friday night. I mean, you told her that no one liked her anymore because of that…that’s not okay, Adam. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with her but I also don’t dislike her.” You said and he sighed.

“I just…she didn’t seem to feel bad about it so I wanted her to…to just know how it felt to be you for a bit, where people just don’t like you from one experience.” He explained and you frowned.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked him.

“Oh come on, Y/N…It’s no secret that a lot of people here aren’t all that fond of you.” He said and you scoffed, “People give me shit about being friends with you all the time. It’s also why I just…was nervous to really make a move. I mean…I’m not ashamed of you but I also just…I didn’t want people to think that I became a dick just because I started to date you.” He explained.

“You know what, Adam? We’re done.” You said emphatically. “I don’t like you like that and quite frankly, I think I don’t even like you as a friend any more.” You said to him and he frowned.

“Y/N-”

“You clearly think of me the way everyone else does! That I’m just some bitch you have to tame and put up with! If you really knew me you wouldn’t even be concerned about what other people thought of us as friends or even if we were to be more than friends!” You snapped, you were trying your hardest not to raise your voice.

“I don’t think of you that way, but sometimes it’s just hard t-to justify the things you do!” He explained and you frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…when you’re so picky about other people’s work! People spend hours on their articles! And sometimes you tear them to shreds and it upsets them! And I then hear about it and like…step in t-to let them vent and I try to get them to see your angle, you know? Like I remind them that you went to Mizzou, like Gary did, and that’s why you’re such a stickler and that you’re just more introverted and whatnot…but like, it’s still hurtful when you do that and people work their asses off on their columns and articles.”

“I’m a news editor here, Adam! It’s my job to dissect and fix and question everything that comes across my desk. We’re a great magazine because we make sure that everything we publish in our news column is factual. It’s not personal when I make corrections, it’s just my job to ensure that our integrity as a news and media outlet is not compromised. I know I’m not all bubbly and chipper all the time but I’ve never been rude to anyone about their work! And if you, my supposed friend, have been going around and reinforcing the idea that I’m some elitist grump and editing tyrant from the Mizzou Mafia it kinda makes sense why no one likes me! Do you see how that paints me as a person?” You questioned and he frowned upon hearing this and shook his head.

“Shit…I didn’t mean to do that, Y/N! I really was just trying t-to defend you and get people to understand where you were coming from, you know?”

“I get that…but it’s the same thing with Destiny, you’re speaking for me instead of letting me deal with my own things. I didn’t ask you to step in and defend my honor ever and quite frankly I don’t need that. I don’t need help with those things. If anyone ever has questions about the notes I have on something they can come and talk to me and understand why I gave that note. And I can assure you, the reason has never been “because I went to the top school for journalism in the country so you have to make the edits I suggested”. Like no…just no! And now that’s what everyone thinks, that I’m some condescending elitist!” you sighed in exasperation.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized again, “And I’m sorry f-for making you look that way. I guess I’ve been…trying to get everyone to see that you’re pretty cool and I’ve been fucking it up. I’ve never been that smooth… or good with the ladies.” he said with a sad smile as he glanced down at his hands in his lap. You felt bad for him, you really wished you were into him, but you just weren’t.

“Hey, y-you’re a catch, Adam.” You said and he glanced up at you.

“You’re just sweet.”

“No, I’m serious! Maybe just not exactly for me, but someone else will be so lucky to be your partner. You’re smart and handsome and funny!” You encouraged.

“And meddlesome…” he added with a small smirk and you nodded.

“Yeah, but who hasn’t got things they need to work on?” You shrugged and he smiled.

“I understand if you ummm…need a little space. I should probably also apologize to Harry. I was a dick.” He said.

“He’ll be gracious about it.” You assured him and Adam nodded.

“Yeah of course he will, he’s…Harry.”

“Harry.” You both said at the same time and then chuckled. “Hey ummm, he left some chocolate covered strawberries on my desk this morning. Want one?”

“Milk or dark?”

“Dark.”

“Fuck yeah, break ‘em out.” He chuckled as he settled in. 

Of course, you’d continue to be cautious because Adam seemed to be a little more immature than you expected him to be. However, you were relieved that you had cleared the air with him because now that just left one guy to devote thoughts to in your brain.

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