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[txt] dmo you think that if the edn ohf harry potter were differejnt, thvis gpenreaoitn of adults would be supoer fuckde uxp 
[txt] like yif harry pottre justt fuckin died at the end, wuodl they have issues aand our counryt woulwd go to shit because j.k. rowling fucked them over

[text] what the hell are u even talking about Geoff

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 Of course I would, you cheesy motherfucker.You don’t have to ask.

“Are you serious, Ryan?” Geoff chuckles, nudging him with his shoulder. “Do you just want to refilm The Notebook together while we’re at it?” Not that he would mind.

Geoff can’t help but laugh as he let his head fall for a moment. As bad as he felt for thinking it, Ryan looked cute that nervous and disappointed. So Geoff tugs him closer by the sleeve of his shirt. He definitely didn’t have any aversion to playing some weird version of gay chicken. One where they would both be totally fine with the kiss. “If you wanna do it, do it.” 

“Fine.” He swiftly swooped down, hooking Geoff’s mouth with his own. Breaking the kiss after mere seconds, he allowed his soft lips to hover near the other’s. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, his nose delicately bumping against Geoff’s.

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 Of course I would, you cheesy motherfucker.You don’t have to ask.

“Are you serious, Ryan?” Geoff chuckles, nudging him with his shoulder. “Do you just want to refilm The Notebook together while we’re at it?” Not that he would mind.

“Oh.” He gave Geoff a nervous chuckle, looking down at his shoes. Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry.. It was a dumb question.”

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;; He couldn’t tell if Ryan was trying to be frightening on purpose or just overwhelmed by emotion. The latter, probably, but it was no excuse. Someone else was bound to come in soon and see them in the middle of this. He was surprised that someone hadn’t already, actually. 

;; Of course Ryan would pull the entire speech out on him - some bullshit about how Geoff was different, that he loves him. Geoff closed his eyes hard and squeezed the bridge of his nose, attempting to subside some of this pounding in his head. Why the fuck did he even come into work today? There was honestly no way that he was going to get any work done after this entire thing. It was hard enough not to just shut down on Ryan and walk out.

;; “I’m not going to do this.” He shook his head, a ball of guilt welling up in his throat. “Get over your fucking feelings because I’m not going to do this.” That’s what Geoff had to do, right? His voice was low, but it still cracked like a fucking teenage girl. “You just - you don’t get it, do you? It’s not about if you love me or not. It’s not that simple, Ryan.” He took a deep breath; if he was going to have a breakdown in the middle of work he might as well go all-out. “I don’t work in relationships. I don’t know how to do it and I ruin everything. I care about you too much to put you through that. I don’t want to ruin things with you, but here you are dumping all this on me acting like it’s perfectly fine.”

;; “I’m going home.” Geoff stood, not even bothering to look at Ryan.. Something in him just shut off- a defense mechanism that Geoff was all too familiar with. “Forget this happened, Ryan. Get over your feelings for me and don’t bring it up again.” This would be the best for both of them. Geoff refused to disappoint Ryan like he did everyone else. Ryan could be happy, just not with him.

Ryan had no idea what to do next. He was baring his soul to this man he trusted enough to take care of it. Even through all of this fighting, this nonsense Geoff was spewing to him as if he was worthless, he still wanted to be with him. No matter what he would say, it wasn’t going to waver his feeling for him.

Why was Geoff shoving him away? What was so wrong with the idea of being with him that Geoff couldn’t at least give him a chance?

The cracking voice projecting at him sounded exhausted, worn down. But he couldn’t just give up that easy– he couldn’t just discard what had grown between them in such a split second. If it were that simple, he probably would’ve done it by now. It’s not like Ryan asked for this to happen– it just did. And what he would give to make it go away, to just have it disappear and not have to worry about fucking up their relationship any further than it was now.

But that wasn’t going to happen. Not again.

“Why?” Ryan stood up fast enough to make his chair knock backwards. “Why are you being so self-destructive?” His hands were closed tightly at his side. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to let the anxiety out physically. He wanted to know why he wasn’t being given an opportunity to show what he was worth. “I just want to know why you believe so little in yourself that you can’t even give this a chance.”

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;; Geoff couldn’t do anything but stare. Ryan looked worried, regretful, even, and it was getting to him more than he would like to admit. This all was affecting him more than he would like to admit. Ryan was fucking everything up.

;; Before, he was able to just push all of his feelings aside and just focus on work. He’d catch himself staring, or making a joke that went too far, but that was the brunt of it. Never before was he forced to face the firing squad like he was now. He couldn’t even bring himself to smile at Ryan’s joke. “Can’t you just keep your fucking mouth shut?” Geoff spat, knuckles white from gripping the armrests of the chair. 

;; This wasn’t easy to explain. And this certainly wasn’t how he had pictured this conversation going. He took another deep breath, tried to calm himself down again before speaking. “I- fuck, sorry. You just can’t say shit like that with no warning.” Geoff wished this were easier for him, or that he were actually capable of handling bullshit like this responsibly. It was better when he could ignore this or get drunk and forget it.

;; “I can’t do this. I’m not going to get you wrapped up in me. I can’t disappoint another person and have them tell me that I failed them. You sure as fuck don’t want anything to do with me, Ryan.”

He couldn’t quite tell why Geoff was acting the way he was. He didn’t want to yell at Geoff, he didn’t want Geoff upset in the slightest. It stressed him out even further knowing that he was troubling Geoff this much. Before Ryan could apologize more for his actions, Geoff interrupted his thought process.

Fail me? What is he even talking about? If anyone was going to fail in this relationship, it would be me.

He could practically feel something inside of him snap, “Hey, hey, listen to me. I’m not gonna let you chose for me. Not this time– Not about this.” Ryan leaned forward, his features probably growing more intimidating than he’d like. “Bullshit you’re going to ’disappoint me.’ Are you fucking serious right now, Geoff? Do you even know me?” Ryan shook his head, pausing for a moment to think. “If you show me one person I’d rather be with– who doesn’t have a flaw about the way they handle a relationship– I will listen to you.”

“Until then, you’re stuck with me and my shitty feelings. I..” His chest rose and fell nervously. “I’ve loved you since day one. You’re my best friend– And I’ve loved you as a best friend for years, Geoff. It’s just taken time for me to realize exactly what kind of love it was.” Ryan bit his lip, his emotions practically spilling out of him. “If you want me to fuck off– I fucking will. But these feelings I have for you, Geoff– They’re real.” He felt hopeless, distressed. But he felt so motivated to prove Geoff wrong about himself. “Fuck, Geoff. It scares me sometimes knowing how much I’d give up, just for you.” An angry sigh shot out through his nose, “I’m always going to have these feelings for you.” He stopped, his brain telling him to shut his mouth while he still could. “I’m.. I’m in love you with you, Geoff. And it fucking sucks.” He was almost breathless, the anxiety of the rush fueling him with every passing second. “Because I can’t do a single thing about it until you let me in.”

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;; Geoff would have believed him. Maybe. It seemed plausible enough that drunk Ryan had a stealing problem, but then he goes and says those four words that make Geoff’s stomach drop. This was bad enough, and now he had to say shit like that. Half of him wanted to stand up and just leave, but the other half tugged on him to move closer to Ryan. Neither of those seemed like fantastic choices, so he shoved his cup of coffee on the desk and held his face in his hands. 

;; “You can’t just say that.” Geoff sighed into his palms, trying to make sense of this. His headache wasn’t helping how confused and irritable he was right now. He let his hands fall to the armrests of the chair. “That’s not fucking fair and you know it. Fuck you, Ryan. You are un-fucking-believable.” He takes a moment to gather himself and take a long breath. “How long?”

Ryan’s teeth clenched against each other, over and over as he watched Geoff. Did he do something wrong? Did he say something wrong? Probably. But he couldn’t take it back. It might’ve been better to keep his mouth shut, it seemed to him like Geoff didn’t even want to be around him at the moment. Couldn’t blame him, though, could he?

“I’ve been trying to look past the, uh, the feelings.. I’ve had for you the past, uh, almost two months.” His chest ached with so many emotions he didn’t know what to do with. He hadn’t really expected to experience the so-called ’emotional roller-coaster’ people went through because of another person. But here he was. Experiencing it first hand and on one of the bumpiest parts of the ride. “I figured it wasn’t the best, y'know? I’ve heard office romances don’t end up being the best things that’s happened to people. I don’t really know exactly why I told you.” Ryan gave Geoff a weak smile, “I mean, I saw what happened to Clinton.”

He couldn’t help but try and mask his feelings behind humor. It’s his best defense, after all. Ryan bit at his bottom lip, his stare falling to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

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;; Geoff couldn’t help but laugh- a loud, breathy laugh that he wasn’t really proud of. One part out of nervousness and the other out of straight-up disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Ryan.” Geoff would remember if they had sex, right? That seems like a really important thing to just forget. But there was no certainty here, and that’s what got to him the most. It was times like this that Geoff reminded himself to cut back on his drinking. “We were drunk, so you stole my boxers and then start feeling them up in the middle of the office?” There was a harsh bite in his voice, more out of uneasiness than anything. He suddenly regretted not taking the time to scrub the sharpie off his hip this morning. 

His expression lightened upon hearing Geoff laughing at his ill-chosen joke. Although, it faded as soon as Geoff asked him what he was doing. “I, uh, I don’t remember taking them, to be honest with you Geoff. I found them in my bag and..”

And couldn’t help but fucking daydream about you in them.

“I was just.. curious why they were in there.”

Now you’re lying to him? Why? You’re only making it worse, man!

“I like you, okay?” Ryan said it before he could even think twice about it. He searched Geoff’s eyes, trying to tell what he thinking. He was beginning to regret his decision, feeling like it had been minutes since he blurted out his confession.

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;; Geoff took a seat at the desk beside Ryan as he began to speak. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be anything cut and dry. “Explain?” There was no good reason for one of your friends to be holding onto one of your boxers after getting black-out drunk the night before. For a moment, Geoff panicked, trying his damnedest to remember if him and Ryan had fucked last night. “I don’t think I wanna know, Ryan.” He ran a hand through his hair, downing some of his coffee. It was too fucking early and he was too hungover for this shit. 

His heart was beating fast and that didn’t help his immense headache. He felt a welling ball of shame set inside his heart and stomach, panic washing through his body like cold water. Ryan felt so ashamed of himself. And on top of that, he’s now made his relationship with Geoff awkward for time being. "Geoff, please. Don’t..“ He bit his lip, wanting to reassure Geoff this wasn’t weird or anything. Except for it totally was, there was no denying that much. "I just.. We were drunk. I don’t think we fucked or anything like that.” Ryan cleared his throat, “I’m pretty sure the only dick I put on you is the one I drew on your hipbone.”

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;; The sun was out, the birds were singing, and Geoff’s alarm was blaring. His pillow was covered in what he wanted to believe was a mix of spilled beer and saliva. He, of course, had a massive headache from last night, and the last thing he wanted was to get ready for work. Geoff dragged himself out of bed and into the shower, much too hungover to do anything in a timely manner. Getting up this morning was achievement enough. 

;; It wasn’t until he was throwing clothes on did he notice the dick drawn on his hipbone - he passed it off as one of his tattoos at first glance, but yeah, that was definitely a penis. What the fuck had even happened last night? The last thing he remembered was betting Ryan that he could do more shots than him. Maybe that wasn’t as good of an idea as he had thought at the time.

;; Surprisingly, by the time he got into the building, there was barely anyone there. He grabbed some coffee before heading into AH Headquarters, ready to confront Ryan about the dick on his hip. What he got was something entirely different. Those were his boxers in Ryan’s hands. Geoff couldn’t even begin to rationalize what he was seeing. “I, uh. Wha-Ry? ” Nor could he make words come out of his mouth, apparently.

“G-Geoff–” Ryan’s hand tightened it’s grip on the cloth, trying to shove it into his bag once again. He obviously should’ve put it away when he had the chance. Hastily trying to zip up the bag, it caught on itself and Ryan resorted to forcefully shoving it off his lap and onto the floor under his desk. “Those aren’t yours– They’re–” Ryan’s face contorted with a mix of confusion and shame. “I can explain?”

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Send ‘Panty Raid’ and my Muse will have to explain why they have your Muse’s underwear.

A night of bevs with the boss had been fun. Although, fairly blurry in memory. But, nevertheless, had been a night to look back on. Even if he couldn’t look back on most of it.

You took pictures with him! There might be a few hints from last night?

Pulling out his phone, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. Unlocking his phone, he went to his gallery and scrolled down to the beginning of the mess of drunken pictures.

Blurry selfie, blurry selfie, blurry selfie, Geoff passed out on his bed.. Geoff waking up to drink another bottle of beer.. Geoff passed out on his bed again.. I drew a dick on his hipbone? Huh..

His scrolling stopped, coming across a video he had taken the night before. Ryan turned the volume up a tad and pressed the play button.

It went to a scene of himself on Geoff’s bed, giggling drunkenly. “Okay, okay, okay,“ He watched himself choke out between stifled laughs. ”We’re gonna.. [Hic].. We’re— Geoff’s totally passed out,“ The camera pointed to Geoff, his mouth open slightly as he softly snored. A smile tugged at the corner of Ryan’s mouth, looking over Geoff’s sleepy features. ”So, I’m— We’re gonna.. go look at his stuff. In room. His house room.“ The phone fell on the ground, screen going black for a moment, followed by a thud and an ‘oof’. The mic went fuzzy and Ryan’s mug came back into the picture. “I just fell off Geoff’s bed.” Video Ryan snorted and went searching around the room. “Gonna have’ta keep that for later." The video stopped and Ryan quirked a brow.

What the hell did I take from him? .. Maybe I put it in my bag?

Ryan pulled his bag onto his lap and opened it up. Sure enough, he had found what he had taken from his boss. He threw back his head, a groan escaping his throat. He looked at his surroundings, reminding himself he was alone in the room. Gingerly, he took out the dark green box-briefs, setting them on the top of his bag and looked them over.

These were on Geoff. These were literally cupping Geoff’s balls at some point.

A smirk twined across his lips, Ryan picturing his boss cross-legged and watching television in these exact pair of undergarments. It wasn’t a bad sight. He kinda found it really cute. His fingertips played across the cloth, sitting alone in the office, thinking about his boss in his underwear. It would be practically inexplicable to tell someone what he was doing if someone walked in. But he didn’t quite want to put them away just yet.