Hi! I recently read One Night in Bangor (And The World’s your Oyster) by Atalan and was wondering if there was anything similar. Loved the whole office party and flirtatious bets. Thanks!
Hello. Here are some Heaven and Hell gathering fics for you...
I don't want you (like a best friend) by mercuryhatter (M)
Crowley wears a new dress to the annual Heaven-Hell office party. Aziraphale is normal about it.
In the first chapter, Crowley and Aziraphale have a deeply annoying time at a party and try to pretend they aren't flirting. All the sex is only in the second chapter.
O Unholy Night, A Hell of a Christmas Party by orphan_account, SparkleInTheStars, vol_ctrl (E)
Aziraphale drags a reluctant Crowley to Heaven's Christmas office party, but shortly after their arrival, all Hell breaks loose. Gabriel included demons on the guest list. Now the punch has been spiked and Hastur's determined to make mischief. Crowley hopes they'll survive to see the New Year and to tie up a loose end or at least an angel...
Secret Santa by agent_p_94 (G)
When Heaven and Hell agree to an office-wide Secret Santa, Crowley is determined to draw Aziraphale. It's more difficult than he expected to convince everyone to trade...
Field Day by nightbloomingcereus (T)
Welcome to the First Annual Heaven and Hell Field Day! There will be trust falls, a three-legged race, and all manner of corporate-mandated fun and games – what could possibly go wrong?
Mistletoe and wine by HolRose (T)
Crowley is just settling into life post-failed apocalypse when he receives an invitation to the annual Heaven and Hell Christmas party. It turns out Aziraphale has one too, and makes a plea for Crowley’s help with a particular assignment he has been given. Crowley, of course, can’t help getting involved even if he does put a little demonic ‘spin’ in more than one sense of the word, on the assistance he decides upon giving.
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Is it too early to ask for an ianthony mistletoe story 😭
For the sake of transparency I got this ask in October so it was too early, but now it is not!
Merry Christmas, Smoshblr!
Ian/Anthony - Ianthony - Mistletoe
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Despite being the owners of Smosh, Ian and Anthony had very little to do with the set-up for the holiday company party. They approved ideas, of course, approved expenses, Anthony insisted on a photobooth, but beyond that, they trusted the staff around them to pull off a great party.
Mostly, the Smosh crew did just that. The venue was lively and filled with games and the photo booth Anthony wanted. There were gift bags being given away, an open bar, good food, and it made Ian proud to stand at the front of the room and see all his friends and employees having fun and thriving.
Anthony slides up to Ian’s side and bumps his shoulder against Ian’s gently.
��Pretty cool party, huh?”
Ian looks at Anthony and gives him a smile. It’s hard not to. Sometimes Ian still feels like pinching himself to make sure this is all real, that Anthony is back, and they own Smosh, and somewhere along the lines of their lives, fate has righted the way things were always meant to be. Anthony’s eyes are soft and warm and tell Ian that he’s feeling exactly the same thing right now.
“Really cool. The crew did a great job.”
“They did, so stop standing against the wall and come and have a shot with me,” Anthony says, laying his hand on Ian’s arm.
Before either of them can make it to the bar, Erin and Heidi are in front of them. Erin has a polaroid camera in her hands, and she grins at them in a way that just screams trouble.
“Okay, Smosh Dads we got you,” Erin says plainly, but she’s smirking at them.
“Got us?” Anthony asks with a nervous giggle.
Erin doesn’t say anything, but she points upwards to the ceiling. There tacked above the spot where Ian and Anthony happen to be standing is a sprig of mistletoe.
“Haven’t we as a society moved passed the concept of mistletoe?” Ian asks.
“Yeah, pretty toxic behavior, Erin,” Anthony teases.
“Shut up, it’s just for fun. We have a ‘Kiss Board’ near the bathrooms with all the kisses we’ve caught,” Erin says. She lifts the camera, “So…”
“I am not kissing Ian,” Anthony says.
“It wouldn’t be the first time!” Erin argues.
“Wait,” Ian says, “you’re making other people kiss?”
Erin rolls her eyes and Heidi hands over a stack of polaroids she had been carrying, giving them to Erin.
“Well, no, see that would be problematic. We’re offering the chance, the potential to kiss, you know, with a tiny bit of peer pressure and loosening the definition for what a ‘kiss’ means,” Erin says.
“Just for tonight,” Heidi adds. Erin nods in agreement.
One of the pictures on top is Amanda planting a huge and wet kiss on Angela’s cheek. Another shows Chanse kissing Shayne on his forehead.
“Of course, we need our dads to kiss. It’s Christmas after all.”
“Christmas is still like a week away,” Ian argues.
Erin opens her mouth, but then Heidi is nudging her with her elbow to Erin’s side.
“Tommy and Spencer are under the mistletoe over there!”
Erin whips around and the two make a beeline for the men. Anthony watches, shaking his head. He glances at Ian and Ian doesn’t think it’s in his imagination that Anthony’s cheeks are a soft pink.
“So, let’s just not mention this whole kiss board thing to HR, what do you say?” Anthony says.
Ian nods, “Agreed. How about that drink now?”
Anthony nods and then he and Ian move towards the bar, but Ian can’t help but watch from a distance as Erin snaps a picture of Tommy and Spencer. Tommy’s arms are wrapped loosely around Spencer’s waist because Tommy is pleasantly tipsy and Spencer is giggling, and Erin is laughing and shouting about how they’re supposed to be kissing and not just posing together.
He sees the moment that Spencer sticks out his lips exaggeratedly and then Tommy rolls his eyes and quickly pecks Spencer on the lips as Erin snaps a picture of them, and then the whole group breaks into giggles.
Anthony orders them two shots of tequila from the bar and the bartender is quick, bringing them to the counter with a nod. Anthony thanks the man and slips a folded bill into his tip jar with a nod before he picks up his drink, Ian doing the same.
The two of them clink their glasses together in a ‘cheers’ before sipping at the way too strong shot.
“Oof,” Ian says.
Anthony makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t remember the last time I’ve drunk tequila.”
They finish their shots and Ian is only vaguely aware that in their position near the bar, there is no mistletoe to be found. For some reason, he has a strange mix of both relief and disappointment forming in his stomach.
“Okay,” Anthony says with a bright grin, “I have one more best friend request.”
“Let’s hear it,” Ian says.
“I want to take a picture with you in the photo booth.”
Ian grins, his face and stomach feeling warm already from the shot.
“Alright, that’s fair.”
Then Anthony tugs Ian excitedly over towards the photo booth set up near the display of different arcade games. Ian can see a group of cast and crew members gathered around the punching machine, hollering, and cheering for one another.
Anthony pulls back the black velvet curtain of the photo booth, letting Ian slip inside the narrow space of the booth first with Anthony following. They sit together side by side, thighs and elbows touching as Anthony sorts through the options on the machine.
“We don’t need anything fancy,” Anthony says.
Ian smiles and then he glances upwards and snorts, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“What?” Anthony says, a laugh already forming on his face.
Ian points upwards and then Anthony looks up and they both see the sprig of mistletoe that someone – mostly likely Erin and Heidi – taped to the ceiling of the booth.
Anthony laughs, his face reddening in the process.
“Well, thank god no one is in here to hold us accountable for that, huh?”
Ian lets out a giggle and nods, his own face getting red. “Yeah, man.”
“Okay, so poses. Why don’t we do one normal one and then the rest can be stupid?” Anthony suggests.
Ian nods. “Sounds good to me.”
Anthony presses the button on the machine and the screen shifts to show the two of them along with a timer counting down from 10. Anthony poses cutely next to Ian’s face and Ian shifts between a legitimate smile and a blank faced stare.
“Ian! This is our normal one,” Anthony says with a laugh.
“This is my normal face,” Ian says blankly, which only makes Anthony laugh.
Anthony manages to school his expression back into the cute pose as the timer hits 0 and it snaps a picture of the two of them. The next one they both pull a stupid face and there is something fun and freeing about doing this with Anthony, doing this for the sake of them, for their friendship, because they want to be together and have a memento from this night and moment together.
“This one, what if it looks like you’re sucking my dick?” Anthony says with a laugh.
“What?” Ian giggles, “fuck you, you suck my dick.”
“Oh, come on, Ian. It’ll be really funny.”
The timer ticks down and Ian rolls his eyes, but then he leans just enough and opens his mouth to give the implication that he might be sucking Anthony’s dick in the photo booth.
Anthony is laughing hard enough to wheeze, and the machine is urging them to prepare for the last photo of their set. Ian looks at his best friend, the curls that hang in his face, his cheeks red, how happy he is and how happy Ian feels because they are together again.
“Anthony,” Ian says.
“Yeah?” Anthony asks, wiping his eyes.
“Maybe we should do our last one as a…kiss or something?”
“What?” Anthony says, “you’re fucking with me.”
Ian shrugs, his heart speeding up. What is he doing? He shrugs.
“I mean, the mistletoe is in here after all.”
Anthony looks at him seriously, blinking, before his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.
“You want to?”
Ian shrugs again, but inside, he knows he does.
“Doesn’t have to be for the kiss board. It can just be for us.”
A fond smile spreads across Anthony’s face. He leans forward and presses the glowing button to indicate that the two of them are ready for the final photo in their set.
The timer begins to countdown from 10.
Anthony turns so he’s facing Ian. Their eyes are meeting, and Ian can’t bring himself to look away. Anthony leans in just a little and he cups Ian’s cheek gently and soft. Ian has no idea what the timer is on, but he leans in, meets Anthony half-way in the small space, and presses his lips to Anthony’s.
Their kiss is sweet and simple and fills Ian with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe or understand.
Distantly, he’s aware of the flash going off but he’s too focused on Anthony’s warm fingers cradling his jaw, and their lips pressed together.
It all ends too soon. Anthony pulling back and slowly lowering his hand from Ian’s face. They look at each other, and there are years of past, present, and future strung out between them. There’s a decision, a choice, and Ian was brave once, brave when it mattered, and it got him Smosh and Anthony back.
He summons that bravery again and leans in to fist a hand in Anthony’s dumb Christmas sweater and pull his face close so he can kiss him again. No posing, no cameras, just them.
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