#Stephen glass fluff

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Anakin Skywalker

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Stephen Glass

Scott Barringer

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[sockiess]

i demand a stephen glass fluff rn 😢😢 preferably where he kisses me all over and plays with my hair 🥰

only because you’ve been feeding me so well these past few days 🙄

Bear with me i’ve only watched half of Shattered Glass so this may be out of character 🙏

I think he wants to be gentle with me

Warnings: out of character stephen maybe??

“Stephen..” I yell from the living room. Stephen had been working on a new story for the paper all day long and I miss him and want his attention. “Coming my love” I heard him yell back from the down the hall. I then heard footsteps coming to the couch.

“What do you need my darling?” Stephen asked me while crouching down to be on my level and moving some hair out of my face. “You” Is all I say while I pout and give him the puppy dog eyes I know he can’t resist. “Alright” Stephen smiles and sits down on the couch moving my head onto his lap.

Stephen then leans down and starts attacking my face in kisses making me burst out in laughter. Stephen kissed my lips softly and pulled back and started to play with my hair. I sighed contently while focusing on the random show I put on.

I started to feel my eyelids getting heavy as Stephen’s hands on my head soothed and relaxed me. “You should take a nap my love” I hear Stephen whisper into my hair. Stephen then kissed the top of my head and continued to play with it. “Don’t worry i’ll be here when you wake up” He reassured me. Soon I let the tiredness take over and fell asleep while feeling Stephen scratch my scalp.

this is so bad and so short i’m so sorry Junie 😞🙏 please forgive me😞 if you want me to add or change anything please let me know

[speaknow-sw]

HE'S RECHARGING HIS SILLY LEAVE HIM A SEC. *pewpew pewpew*

[fredswrite]

SUMMARY: When you finaly have a break from the christmas festivities, your husband and you find the time to watch the stars like you used too.

A/N: This is a little late, but I went back to my grandparents' house this Christmas, me and my cousins met again after years without seeing each other it was so nice. We went outside and went sledding like little kids at night, it was so pretty and made me write this hehe

WC: 1.1k

WARNING: A bunch of fluff, mention of sexual content, not smut but almost.

MLST

STARGAZING

Anakin and you always had this habit of watching the winter stars together, but when you had the twins, you couldn't find the time to do it anymore. In five years, Luke and Leia couldn't be left alone in the snow without it turning into a snowball fight or someone getting hurt.

And this year Christmas night wasn't an exception. You, Leia and Padmé sat alongside each other on the couch while Anakin, Obi-Wan and Satine were in the chairs in front. Luke, as usual, sat in the lap of his grandmother Shmi. Ashoka and Rex were doing a karaoke in front of the TV screen. Present wrapped and bags torn apart by the children everywhere.

The twins were smiling happily with their new toys as you laughed about Obi-Wan's joke. You looked at your husband, admiring his beautiful aging features. You haven't had some time along is so long, yet you were on holiday break, you should be able to take a break from everything.

Padmé noticed your look, whispering something in your ears. "You should go take some time for yourself. Don't worry about the kids for once."

You smiled at her, unsure if you should stop worrying for once. But that look in her eyes was enough to convince you. You stood up from your seat, gaining the gazes of others.

"I'm gonna go outside for a while, to look at the stars." Luke's eyes instantly turned to you, his love for astronomy showing. "Alone." You added in a chuckle.

You put on your boots and grab your coat, gloves, torque and scarf. You opened the door to your backyard balcony, breathing in the soft scent of the snow. The two plastic chairs were covered in snow as you brushed it away with your sleeve.

The stars lighted the dark sky as you gazed about the constellations you could never remember the name of. The music of the house was already a distant plea for festivities. All it missed was your husband.

Like a Christmas wish, the door slides open to reveal Anakin in his all-black winter suit. He smiled when he saw you and took the seat next to yours. "Hey babe." He gave a kiss to your forehead, yanking your chair closer to him with a single motion.

"Hey, honey." You replied with a chuckle. "You finally escaped the kids?" His hand fell behind your shoulders to hold you.

"Padmé convinced them to play some board game." He laughed as you let your head fall to his lap, looking at the stars in the sky.

"I wish her luck."

God, he loved it when you laughed like that. You were his whole life, his light in the darkness, his heart. All he could ever wish for was your love, and who wouldn't when they got an angel laughing in their lap?

"She loves them." He replied with a chuckle. "What were you doing out here?"

"I was watching the stars like we used to." You murmured, looking at what you remember was the centaur. "Luke got that from you."

"That's the great bear over here." He pointed towards another spot in the sky. His eyes glowed when he talked about his passion. You listened to him rent about the Greek signification of every star. Nothing could ever compare to stargazing with him.

But at some point you stopped listening to him, just staring at his beautiful features. His lips moved as he spoke, his smile curving on his cheeks. His large hand stocked your hair away from your face. "And that's-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, that you cut him off. "I love you." And he smirked even more.

"I love you too baby." He pulled you upwards in his lap by the hips. He grabbed your thigh, stroking the fabric of your pants with his gloves. His lips carefully approached your own as your fingers moved around his jaw.

When he finally reached you, you gently moved around his thigh, kissing him with such passion. His tongue explored your mouth like a starved man. You hoped the kids were well-occupied inside the house and would not share glances outside.

It may have been cold outside, but that didn't stop you from unzipping Anakin's coat as you took your gloves off. Your hand slipped under his coat to his sweater, one that Leia picked out. It was a green and red one where we could read Girl Dad. You had the same one for Luke.

His hand on your legs moved to hold the flesh in your ass. You chuckled on his lips, your freezing finger tracing the curve of his abs. Even with the multiple layers of clothing, you felt his bulge growing on you.

"Such a tease..." He whispered, his kisses going to your neck. "If the kids weren't here I swear I'd get you pregnant again right now." He groaned as he bite on your pulse point, pressing the top of your coat out of the way.

"Anakin..." His name left your mouth like a prayer. You always liked the thought of having another child.

"Yeah? You'd like that? Being all swollen with my baby... so kriffing hot."

And it was at that instant that you saw your children putting on their snowsuits, with the help of Shmi and Rex, on the other side of the tinted door. "Shit.." You said to your husband, but your sound was understood as something else.

"Baby..."

"No Anakin, you patted his chest and reluctantly pulled away, they're coming."

He looked behind him and noticed the little figure approaching the balcony. He quickly fixed you on the chair, gave you your glove and zipped his coat up his nose.

Leia opened the door and rushed in your arms as you chuckled at the still visible tent in his pants. Luke walked to his dad asking more about the stars. You and Anakin looked at each other, a playful smirk on your faces.

"Merry Christmas honey." He told you with a kiss that was interrupted by Leia's little hand and her sound of disgust.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Another request because you asked for them and ilysm!! Dilf!Anakin making the both of you late to a fancy dinner party for his work because you just looked so damn good in that dress that he couldn’t wait till later to have a taste <3

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

You knew that look all too well—the dark, heated gaze that signaled his intentions before his lips even moved. Anakin’s possessiveness was intoxicating, a force you could never resist. Deep down, you knew all your efforts to appear poised, to stay composed, would soon unravel like threads pulled loose, dissolving into nothing but a hazy memory.

"Anakin, we’re going to be late..." you murmured, your voice soft but edged with urgency. You clipped the diamond earring onto your ear, the delicate piece shimmering against your skin.

“Let them wait,” he whispered, the words sending heat coursing through your veins. His breath grazed your exposed shoulder as his lips ghosted along the curve of your neck, the touch slow, almost torturously gentle. “I need an appetizer before dinner.”

The quiet command in his tone set your pulse racing. Your breath hitched as you met his gaze in the mirror, those ocean-blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your legs weak. His arms tightened around your waist, possessive, his intention clear—he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

Before you could process the shift, you found yourself pressed against the wall, your dress hiked up to your hips, one leg draped over his broad shoulder. His mouth was on you, his tongue lapping at your drenched core like a man starved, devouring you with a hunger that stole the breath from your lungs.

“Anakin…” you moaned, the sound of his name dissolving into a whimper as his tongue flicked deeper, teasing your folds. The pleasure was sharp, intoxicating, making your mind blur with need. “The party—”

“Fuck the party,” he growled against your slick heat. He spit directly onto your swollen clit, his lips wrapping around it as he sucked, harder, deeper. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of raw pleasure through your body.

More.

Harder.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—all you knew was him.

His grip on your thigh tightened, his fingers digging into your soft skin as his other hand slipped between your legs. His long, skilled fingers found your entrance, teasing before pushing one deep inside, curling against that sensitive spot that made you see stars and your toes scrunching

A broken moan tore from your throat, your hips arching into his mouth. "You like that, baby?" His voice was a low rumble, the teasing edge in his words sending a new wave of heat through you.

All you could do was nod, helpless under his touch, your hands bracing against the wall as if you could ground yourself from the storm he was creating inside you.

“Use your words,” he murmured "just like big girls do" his smirk evident in his voice as he added a second finger, stretching you. The pleasure was maddening, pushing you closer to the edge, your body trembling under his control.

“A-Ani…” you gasped, barely able to form his name.

“Damn, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his lips vibrating against your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. The heat in your core coiled tighter, threatening to snap, your body spiraling out of control under his relentless assault.

You were already on the verge of breaking, your voice ragged as you pleaded, “Please, I need more...”

"Yeah, baby?" His voice was thick with lust, his fingers curling inside you with precision, dragging against your walls in a way that made your breath stutter. “Then come for me. Show me how good daddy’s tongue feels. Give me that sweet cream.”

Your breath caught, your entire body trembling as he doubled down—his tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers pumped harder, faster. The intensity was too much, pushing you straight into oblivion.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he growled against your wetness, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud, pushing you over the edge. “Cream all over daddy’s face. Be my good girl.”

The orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming. Your legs shook, the pleasure so overwhelming you thought you might shatter beneath it. You cried out his name, your hands scrabbling for purchase against the wall as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Anakin slowed, drawing out every last pulse of your release, savoring it. His fingers slipped from your trembling core, and he straightened, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He brought his slick-coated fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste your juices.

“Sweetest nectar I’ve ever had,” he rasped, licking his fingers clean.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your legs still weak from the intensity of it all. Anakin smirked, that cocky, dangerous smile that never failed to make your stomach flip. With casual ease, he adjusted your panties, smoothing your dress back down over your hips like he hadn’t just wrecked you.

He glanced down at his watch, his expression annoyingly composed. “We’ll be fashionably late,” he said, as if he hadn’t just reduced you to a shaking mess against the wall.

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[weeniehutjrs33]

Stephen Glass Headcanons

random hcs to feed my nerdy hayden christiansen brainrot

FAMILY/LIFE

-He's a middle child with an older brother and younger sister

-His relationship with his parents has always been strained thanks to them constantly comparing him to his older brother

-Is more of a cat person but grew up with a pet beagle

- Always tries to befriend stray cats and gets bummed out when he fails it'll bother him for the rest of the day

-Him and his family are NY Italian (he's actually from Illinois but shh)

-Has a lot of cousins but only sees them around the holidays and doesn't really fit in with them as well as his brother and sister do

-Was really close with his grandmother and would spend summers with her to get away from his family and practice writing

-Was really shy and clingy growing up and had a harder time making friends because of this

-To make up for it he would just tag along to his brothers plans

"Ma.. do I have to bring stephen with me this time?.."

-Teachers always loved him because he was quiet and attentive

-Extremely gentlemanly, his parents were strict about having manners and common courtesy (always open doors for people, offer your seat to older folk and women, never wear your hat indoors, ect.)

HOBBY/INTERESTS

-Loves star wars (has dressed up as Anakin for Halloween at least once)

-He secretly likes DC more than Marvel but would never admit it around other superhero fans because he hates conflict

-If you were to ask him which superhero he's most like he'd "humbly" say none of them but in reality he thinks of himself as a clark kent type hes actually peter parker but wtv

-Can't do horror but will try to tough it out if his crush or s/o really likes it

-Is just okay at board games but really good at card games and puzzles

-Used to play the violin in HS but hasn't kept up in a while

-Loves reading when he has time

-Has a lego collection and has seen all the movies (his favorite is the ninjago one)

-Grew up watching sitcoms and dramas with his family after dinner so naturally he's a big cheesy sitcom and drama guy

Alright thats enough for now..

[starrdream]

Padawan braid

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Anakin really likes the way a padawan braid looks on you. includes: fluff

Ever since you were teens, Anakin absolutely adored the way the padawan braid looked on you. It got to the point where he was actually upset when you were knighted and took it off.

So what did he do? He learned how to braid hair, practicing on himself or you while you're sleeping so he can surprise you.

And he sure did.

After practicing for what he felt was enough he decided to test himself one evening.

"Baby can you come here for a sec?"

"What is it?" You emerge from the kitchen.

"Come here" He smiled, gesturing to the floor.

Confused, you sat down with your back facing him.

"There, just don't move mkay?" He mumbled as he picked up a strand of your hair to braid it.

For the next 10 minutes or so, you lost yourself in the TV show that was on, not paying much attention to Anakin. You figured he just wanted to play with your hair or something. You've noticed he's been doing that lately.

"Ta-da!" He exclaims "All done!" He says excitedly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hm? What?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed as you look back at him.

"Go take a look" He grins.

Curious, you walk over to the mirror only to be met with pieces of your hair braided. You examine your head with a huge smile on your face.

There was around 6 thin braids spread out through your hair, tied with a see-through elastic band.

"I love it Ani, I look so beautiful." You lean against his chest as he appears behind you.

"You're always beautiful." He states matter-of-factly, kissing the top of your head.

[anisangeldust]

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[bibiwrld]

Coworker Stephen Glass!— “𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚” pt.1

Pairing: Stephen Glass! x Black Fem Oc!

Content warning: Stephen Glass isn’t a manipulative liar in this, jealousy, fluff, OC is a bit of a bitch. (It’s kinda short, but I finally decided I wanted to make multiple parts for this)

Summary: A young journalist working at New Republic, wants the attention of journalist, Stephen Glass, only on her.

Mary-Anne’s POV

I watched maliciously from the blinds of my office, as Francesca got up for the 5th time to use the bathroom.

My grin got wider.

Maybe if she stopped eating my lunch from the office fridge, she wouldn’t have vomiting and diarrhea.

My officer door suddenly opened. “Mary-Anne.” His sweet voice pulled out of my conniving trance.

I remember when he first said my name.

“Mary-Anne…that’s a very beautiful name. You don’t hear names like that anymore. It really suits you.”

The first compliment he ever gave me and it’s been stuck with me ever since I started working at New Republic 2 weeks ago.

He thought it was cute that I was named after my great grandmother, and I thought it was cute how he adjusted his round glasses and ran his fingers through his dark curls as he read my notes for an article I’m planning to publish , but I couldn’t say that— he’s basically my boss.

Out of everyone in the office, Steph is the only one I could call my friend. We weren’t extremely close, but close enough to have a relationship outside of the office.

“I’ve read your work, and it’s just..amazing. A freelance journalist with your talent coming to work for New Republic, is a dream come true.”

He stroked my ego that day two weeks ago. I was a smiling and giggling mess. How could one man be so funny, charming and beautiful all at the same?

But then there was his over friendliness that I hated, he treated everyone in the office the same. Giving out compliments to all the women in the office like god damn candy.

“Did you do something with your hair? It looks gorgeous.”

“I think your necklace compliments your eyes.”

I internally rolled my eyes in disgust at my thoughts and looked at the angel before me.

Stephen Glass. Even his name was perfect.

“Something wrong, Steph?” I batted my lashes and slightly pouted my lips.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice matched the look on his beautiful face. He closed the door behind him, taking quick strides to my desk.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I tilted my head to the side, fiddling with my pencil.

“Francesca seems very ill and I hope it’s not something going around, everyone in the office could get sick.”

He was such a caring guy, busy wondering if everyone was okay and comfortable. I hate him. I hate him for how kind he is, but how could I stay mad at him? That perfect face, sweet voice and charming personality, I could never do that to him.

“I’m sure she’s fine and it’s probably nothing airborne. Stop worrying yourself, Steph.” I sighed, leaning back in my seat.

His body seemed to relax at my words. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

I studied his face well, he looked like he wasn’t getting any sort of sleep. His glasses weren’t hiding anything.

“When was the last time you’ve had a good 8 hours?” I leaned forward. “You look exhausted Steph, you have eyebags.”

He sighed deeply, looking away. “I’ve b-been working overtime.”

“You’re not a machine, you need sleep.” I tried hiding my anger. He was always there for everyone, but who was there for him? Not one of them, just me, and I’m fine with that.

He was mine after all.

“You’re on break, right?” I glanced at the watch on my wrist.

“Y-yeah.” He stuttered, looking back at me.

“You can take naps in here on your breaks if you want.” Maybe that was too much, but who am I to hide my attraction for him?

“Mar—”

“It can be our little secret, plus, you can’t be fired for sleeping on your break.” I slightly shrugged my shoulders. “Just a little recharge in the middle of the day and your office doesn’t have a couch, so just use mine.”

He hung his head in defeat then looked back up with a smirk. “You’re very persuasive Mary-Anne.”

It took everything in me not to bite down on my bottom lip at his words. “ I know.”

[rafesslxt]

1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL ཐི♡ཋྀ

as a special I want to make this thing for you guys where you can choose prompts and a character and I write an one shot for you <3

[You don‘t have to be a follower]

Character‘s to choose from:

1. Slytherin Boys ( Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy )

2. Hayden Christensen Characters ( Sam Monroe, Stephen Glass, Anakin Skywalker, Scott Barringer )

3. Rafe Cameron

SEND ME REQUESTS WITH WANTED CHARACTER AND PROMPTS

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[haydensprettyprincess]

hear me out! stephen, sam and scott being triplets and they dress like alvin and the chipmunks for halloween when they’re kids 😭

[speaknow-sw]

Y'all...I gatekeeped this editor but this is one of my favorite edit. I genuinely need a romcom about them or a romcom about a nerdy guy and a cute bubbly girl getting together 😭

AND IN BETWEEN FROM GRACIE ABRAMS ? CHERRY ON TOP ☝🏼😩

[sockiess]

which Hayden character do you think would play Dress To Impress with you on Roblox

i’m thinking Stephen but i need other opinions

also these little 10 year old bitches didn’t know who Britney Spears was so I didn’t place 😐

like wtf

[anakinstwinklebunny]

CHRISTMAS WITH STEVIE FOR BUNNYCEMBER PLEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEE 🥹

Author's note: FOR YOU ANYTHING 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Cinnamon, pine and faint smell of chocolate - that's how you'd describe your holiday this year. Christmas playlist playing on the old radio by the windowsill while STEPHEN GLASS stood in the tiny kitchen, furiously shaking a can of whipped cream while sneaking glances at you as you fiddled with the Christmas tree lights nearby.

“You know,” he called out and you could already pick up his teasing tone “if you keep squinting at them like that, they’re not magically going to untangle themselves.”

You turned to him, holding up the tangled mess of lights like some kind of unwanted trophy. “Oh, really? Because I thought glaring at them harder would make them behave.”

He laughed softly “Okay, okay,” he set down the whipped cream and walking over to you, rolling up his sleeves dramatically. “Let the Christmas miracle worker handle this.”

“Miracle worker?” you teased, stepping back to let him take over.

He crouched down, squinting at the wires. “That’s right. If I can handle five sources contradicting each other on the same story, I can definitely handle a couple of Christmas lights. Watch and learn, sweetheart.”

It only took five minutes for him to get just as tangled in the lights as they were. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter when you saw him wrapped up in the string, blinking bulbs tangled in his hair.

“This was the plan all along,” he insisted, grinning up at you. “I’m just trying to embody the holiday spirit, you know? Light me up and call me Rudolph.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You knelt beside him to help untangle the mess, but his hands caught yours mid-reach.

“Wait,” he said, tone suddenly softer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Look at me.”

And so you did - the colored lights reflected in his wide, earnest eyes, and the grin turned into something tender. “I’m really glad you’re here. Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas unless it’s with you.”

“Damn!” Stephen scrambled up, nearly tripping over the lights as he rushed back to the stove. He managed to save the cocoa just in time, or rather save the entire kitchen, before pouring it into two mismatched mugs with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“Hot cocoa averted,” he carried the mugs over to the couch. He handed you one with an extra flourish, showing off the mountain of whipped cream and the tiny marshmallows balanced precariously on top. “Only the finest for my favorite person.”

You took it, snuggling into his side as you both sat beneath the glowing tree, now fully lit thanks to your earlier teamwork. He pulled a plate of cinnamon rolls from the coffee table and offered you one, his voice dipping into something playful as he said, “Made with my own two hands… and by that, I mean I picked them up from the bakery this morning. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Absolutely,” you grinned, taking a bite of the sugary goodness.

Stephen watched you, his expression soft as snow. “Merry first day of Christmas, babe” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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[weeniehutjrs33]

Stephen Glass Headcanons P.2

Some romantic hcs to fuel my daydreaming

OFFICE CRUSH

-When he has a crush he'll make up lies about his personal life to seem more interesting

-He tries really hard to come up with fun topics to pitch during meetings to get you to laugh or ask questions

-He'll be extra "humble" and gentlemanly around the office in hopes that you'll notice and think highly of him

-If you mention an interest of yours he'll mentally take note and then spend the rest of his day researching it so you two can talk more

-He gets nervous and blushes really easily whenever you're around but still goes out of his way to bump into you or strike up conversation even if he's a nervous wreck

-He replays all your interactions in his head on the drive home and cringes at the things he said

-He'll slip little compliments into your conversations, nothing too bold (he isn't that confident yet) just simple things that can be passed as him being nice

"Did you do something new with your hair? It looks great!" "Wow that eyeshadow really brings out your eyes.." "Your face looks great tod- wait. no i, sorry uhm.. gahaha.. i-i meant to say your hair looks great today! ^^;.. have i already said that?;; uhm.. i-im sorr" (this goes on for a while).

-Stephen can be incredibly awkward, one misstep and he unravels like a ball of yarn.

-Don't let it happen on a Friday either, it'll haunt him for the entire weekend.

-Coworkers playfully tease him about his obvious crush and he pretends to find it funny he's terrified of you finding out from someone other than him

-He always practices asking you out to dinner (while he's combing his hair, brushing his teeth, showering, laying in bed, really anytime he's alone or in front of a mirror)

-But the second he sees you all that built up confidence melts away and its like he's never spoken to anyone ever.

Alright that's enough for now..

[letmedownslows]

office james would be like stephen glass but without all the lies! (he'd be the biggest babygirl to ever babygirl)

do you have anything more from office frenemies with james? i just read it and i loved it so much

yes! love u ty

—you and James don’t get along until you kind of, sort of do. fem!reader, 1.5k

James listens to the most obnoxious playlist in the mornings. There’s about a fifteen minute window between when he arrives and when the workday officially starts, which coincides exactly with your window. He often gets the same elevator ride, walks a pace beside you, and decides whether he’s going to let the ‘lady’ go first through the door depending on the day. 

That morning, he’d opened the door widely, grinned at you with music blaring loud enough to make a normal person deaf from his earphones, and let you pass. Then he pretended to stick his foot out to trip you up, pulling it back at the last second. 

Jerk, you think, angry even now as he tucks himself into his desk, his earphones still ridiculously loud. He actually, genuinely, is going to get hearing damage. You’re not being bitter. Human ears aren’t meant for that. 

You click onto the workplace Outlook and open a tab on your desktop. How loudly can you listen to music? you google. A few articles appear straight away that fit your purpose —you drag them each into an empty email. Then, smiling to yourself, you find an article on the negative effects of workplace noise pollution and how this sort of selfishness can affect your coworkers’ mental health and add that at the very top. 

To: jamesp@outlook.wpa.uk 

Hi James, 

please find attached a few articles I felt might be important for you to read.

Worst, 

Your unhappy adjacent desk. 

You know he’s received it when he laughs loudly, turning down his music with a few quick clicks on his phone. 

An email comes through to your inbox shortly after.

Hi bestie, 

I’m so so sorry for the noise. Please find attached a few articles I, in turn, felt you might enjoy. 

Best, 

James Potter :) 

He’s attached an irksome variation of articles. Why music can help you get ready for the day. Ten ways workplace friendships are important. Can you really find your soulmate at work? 

You open your personal messaging system. You tend not to use it with James, but this morning he’s winding you up. 

I could report you to HR for that last one, you send. 

He replies quickly. You try very hard not to look up at him from over your desktop. I didn’t mean me. 

You’ll be deaf by thirty. 

Jealous you don’t have such great taste in music? 

Jealous of everyone in the annex. 

Want a cup of coffee?

You meet his gaze finally over the computer, find him already looking at you. You shake your head scornfully. In what world would you ever want him to make you a coffee? He’s never actually offered to make you one before, to be fair, but he’s awful to you so what are you supposed to think? He’ll probably poison it. 

He stands to leave. Remus, the other accountant to complete your trio, arrives while he’s gone with his boyfriend Sirius in tow. They’re also James’ best friends, unfortunately. It makes for some awkwardness. 

“Where is he?” Remus asks you, in the midst of a quick goodbye kiss before Sirius makes his way to his desk further down the office. 

You nibble your lip and give a dispassionate shrug. You hate talking about James. You hate his stupid mess of hair, his reading glasses, his lips when he smiles crookedly and worse when he’s glaring at you. You hate the way he sighs as he clicks his neck, the quick lap he does every other hour complaining of tired legs, the genuine tenderness he shows you whenever you’re sick. You hate James. You don't like to think about him too much lest you get caught, a fish in a net.

Or a fish with a painful hook in its lip. 

“Ah, you’re here,” James says, two cups of coffee in his hand. 

You’re only a little heartbroken when he puts one on his desk and one on Remus’. Didn’t want one anyways. 

Remus grins as James comes up behind him for a rough hug and hair ruffle. “How was last night?” 

“I wish you’d come. Sirius spent all night trying to out drink Marl, you know he can’t, so I spent all night holding his hair out of his face. I wasn’t gonna talk to him this morning, but he was being very pathetic.” 

James laughs. You pretend you aren’t listening to them, pretend you don’t feel left out even if they have no reason to be your friend, clicking at random things on your screen and scrolling through spreadsheets long finished and filed. “You know I couldn’t come, Moony,” —no point starting on their awful nicknames— “what if she needed me?” 

You still. She? 

“James, there’s not much you can do,” Remus says gently. He’s a quiet, soft sort of man, but they’re all so loud about loving one another. “You have to let her… you know.” 

You feel them both looking at you, your gaze steadfast on your screen. 

“Try not to think about it,” Remus says. 

“I’ve been distracting myself,” James agrees. 

Oh, you think. Oh. I’m such a dick. 

“You could go home?” Remus says, putting his face in his hand. “I could cover you.” 

“It’s too much work.” 

“I know, but, you know, I’ll do half, and you’ll only have half to catch up on when you come back.” 

You’re not sure who she is, and you very much still don’t like James Potter, but you're not heartless. He sounds awfully upset, fragility to his voice and a foreign balling of his fist by his hip. “Um,” you say, clearing your throat weakly, “well, with me and Remus, we could cover for you.” 

James’ face is unreadable, looking down at you. “You’d cover for me?” he asks. 

“Your work isn’t exactly hard, James.” 

“But you’d do it?” 

“How long will you be off for?” 

James frowns. “Like, two days?” he says quietly. 

“That’s fine. We can do that,” you say, checking with Remus from around James hip. “Yeah?” 

“Of course,” Remus says quickly. 

James looks at you long and hard. “You’re not kidding?” 

“No, James. Not kidding. You’d do the same for me, right?” 

James leans down to hug you before you can stop him. His arms wrap around your shoulders, a perfectly amicable touch made up of sleeper muscle and the attractive smell of almond oil, nearly sweet, slightly woody. He laughs against your cheek as he pulls away, turning back to Remus for a similar hug. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Danny right now.” He beams at you. His relief is thick as honey, palpable in his warm tone. “Thank you.” 

You can’t look at him very long. 

The memory of his fingers linger, the weight of his arm behind your head. He excuses himself to go talk to your boss, and you and Remus sit in a semi-awkward silence, of which you’re wholly responsible. 

“His cat is dying,” Remus says eventually.

You wince. “Oh, no, really?” you ask. 

“He’s had her since we were kids. It’s really nice of you to do this.”

“I really do think he’d do it for me,” you interrupt. “I’m not, you know, cruel, because we don’t get on.” 

“I know. James knows that too.” 

You want to get defensive. Why does it matter if James knows? But Remus is too nice to argue with, and secretly, strangely, you’d wanted James to know you aren’t mean. You wouldn’t have sent him that email this morning if you’d known, and maybe this is apology enough for that. 

Still, it doesn’t feel right when James returns, gathering his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Thank you guys, so much. I will bring you the most amazing desserts of all time as a thank you. I won’t even put your mug on the top shelf the next time I wash it,” James promises you. 

You bat aside the rage of knowing he’s the culprit and instead get out of your seat before he can leave. “Uh, James?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?” 

You look at the floor by his shoes. “About earlier…”

James stands subtly between you and the bulk of the office. “You okay?” 

“I just– I’m sorry for complaining about your earphones. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive.” 

“You weren’t insensitive,” he says, “I was being obnoxious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“I–” You hate yourself for all your stammering. “Hope whatever is wrong, that you’re okay. I’ll cover for you for the week if you need me to.” 

“Please stop feeling sorry for me. It looks weird on you. I much prefer you when you’re frowning, you get these super deep wrinkles in your forehead that I just love.” 

You turn away without looking up. “I’m gonna input all your sales information wrong.” 

“And I’m gonna bring you the best donut you’ve ever tasted to say thanks, sweetheart.”