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now i don’t think getting railed within an inch of his life would fix stephen meyers but it would be enrichment and perhaps a temporary band-aid solution so the least we can do is try it

the peek of tummy is going to send me to the emergency room

……hhenry and stephen.

carrying on from that last ask, morris partaking in all of this mockery of stephen for his sugary lattes and perceived softness and weaknesses, exploiting what he knows are vulnerabilities in order to make stephen more dependent and insecure and needy. but he will also 100% buy stephen a hot chocolate to manipulate him.

an apology for being too cruel, a bargaining chip when he wants stephen to do something for him, an act of kindness to prove the love he has for stephen and how he’s willing to indulge him. bringing him out to a fancy little cafe, just the two of them, and ordering him an expensive hot chocolate with all the frills, looking at him across the table with his eyes crinkled with affection and warmly asking him how it is. smiling when stephen shyly says it’s—it’s really good, thank you sir.

“so…no hard feelings?” for what i said to you earlier. for what i did last night. “so about what i was asking you about earlier—“ you’ll do what i want, won’t you? “you know how much i appreciate you here, stephen.” i love you more than anyone else ever has. who else would love even these pathetic parts of you?

it helps that stephen goes soft with indulgence. shrinks beneath unfamiliar kindness. morris can ply him with childish treats and get something even easier than drunkenness.

oh this is soooo incredibly real to me and i Love the thought that he still gets made fun of for drinking lattes. it's this perfect encapsulation of how stephen tries so so hard and wears this whole false skin crafted in the image of the men he idolises, and it's still never quite good enough. or, more accurately -- and unbeknownst to stephen -- the people around him will simply always find something to mock and belittle him for. he could be reach the impossible standards he's held to and they'd simply find something else. he could drink iced americanos and get teased for sipping them too slow.

morris and paul drink black coffee when they're working, and order rich espressos at expensive cafes, and they tease stephen relentlessly for his lattes with two sugars. "getting something for your girlfriend?" "you want some coffee with that milk?" "is it bedtime, stevie? you want some cookies too?" "why don't you just order a hot chocolate with marshmallows like that toddler over there."

stephen's very good at laughing along, convincing himself it's good-natured, as with everything. he's mostly learned to stop wrinkling his nose at the taste of coffee, at least, because caffeine is, unfortunately, a necessity to his workaholic lifestyle. he went through a phase with energy drinks until morris sat him down and told him off at length, 60% a lecture about image and professionalism and 40% a psuedo-fatherly (and utterly controlling) "those things'll kill you. do you have any idea what's in them?"

the only person stephen confesses his embarrassing secret to is molly. they're at a nice bar/restaurant after work and she asks if he wants to order coffee to round out the night, and he's tipsy enough to confess that he hates coffee. even his stupid lattes. they're bitter and gross and the syrups sound nice, at least, but there's no way he could order that without being made fun of forever, and molly laughs along with him. the next time she takes everyone's coffee orders, though, she delivers stephen's with a private little smile.

"black coffee for stephen," she says, loud enough other people'll hear, but he takes a sip and it's a vanilla latte, or a double chocolate mocha, or a caramel macchiato. she surprises him with something new every time. when he's viciously overworking himself one day, and orders maybe his fourth coffee of the day, he takes a sip of what she brings and tastes hot chocolate. he'd never in a million years allow himself to actually order any of it, a sort of self-denial and self-punishment as with almost everything he does, so it's. nice.

driver being colt’s sounding board for his relationship issues with jody and unerringly coaxing him through patient advice and telling him to keep trying and communicate and helping him plan dates even as it feels like he’s being stabbed in the gut again and again