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jack pot ; part 1 - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt You know it’s bad when you’re high as a kite and he’s still on your mind. ⇢ pairing hwang hyunjin x female reader, seo changbin x female reader for like 2 minutes ⇢ word count 7.5k ⇢ genre fluff, angst (not heavy, just in a slow burn kind of way), slight smut ⇢ warnings drug use!!! & lots of it (marijuana), grinding, implied smut ⇢ summary College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them.—college!au ; stoner!au ; friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n yo!!! disclaimer: this initially was going to just be a long one shot but i decided to split it up into 3 parts, so just to let u all know part 1 & 2 does not have a ton of hyunjin interaction, they’re more character/plot building. part 3 is when things will get spicy ♥︎ i hope u enjoy! if u rb make sure to let me know what u thought in the tags mwah also i finally switched from ___ to yn are u guys proud of me :)

prelude.

Sometimes you really, truly, honestly think you could go right ahead and kill Han Jisung.

You say it all the time. Sometimes it’s a simple, “I will literally kill you,” or when you are feeling extra spicy, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.” He, of course, laughs it off like you aren’t vibrating with the urge to kick his kneecaps in. You seriously have lost count of all the times he has brought you to the brink of insanity.

And honestly, you have watched enough murder documentaries on Netflix that you probably could do it, but, you know, spending the rest of your life in prison does not sound that appealing. Plus, there’s the ever-troubling detail that Han Jisung is the closest thing you have to a best friend. So, it sort of goes against your basic human morals to backstab—literally—the most important human in your life.

But he really makes you crazy. Why you agreed to share an apartment with him in the first place is a mystery, but the fact that you leased it again for junior year is what really makes you lose sleep at night. Because, while he may be your best friend, Jisung is the epitome of a little shit. If such a compound word was in the dictionary, it simply would say ‘Han Jisung.’ Somehow, though, it makes you love him even more. Maybe it’s true that ‘opposites attract,’ or, perhaps, maybe it’s because no matter how much embarrassment and general self-loathing he may have caused you in the past, it has benefitted you in the end.

For example, his constant teasing about your lack of friends eventually led to you befriending a group of girls you always admired from afar. His snarky comments concerning your nonexistent social life finally got to you and now you can proudly wear the title of one of the best beer pong players in your class. His presence in general has taught you to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, whether it’s against him, your parents, a toxic friend, hell, even a professor. Proving people wrong, especially Jisung, is your favorite pastime.

Sometimes, though, it’s not that easy.

There’s one area in your life where you have accepted defeat. One area in your life where Jisung has his most fun. One area, or, perhaps one person, where you simply cannot step beyond your comfort zone.

Hwang Hyunjin is your Achilles tendon and Jisung is the arrow. There are times, along with all the times you’ve considered strangling Jisung in his sleep, where you have sat and actually prayed to the gods to send someone else. Someone not nearly as perfect as Hyunjin and someone not nearly as unattainable. Alas, these prayers, hook-ups, Tinder dates, anything to get him off your mind has proved futile; because here you are three years later, stuck with this stupid, absolutely infuriating crush on the only boy who has ever owned your heart because you outright gave it to him.

one.

You are beginning to think the two bubbly junior girls who led the campus tour you attended last year lied about the dining hall.

Correction: they one hundred percent lied.

Because even though the newly renovated food court looks nice—unscratched linoleum floors, shiny marble countertops and all sorts of seating to choose from—there must be something fishy going on with the cooks. Literally. Just last week, an upperclassman had a breakdown when she forked into her tuna (why anyone would want college seafood is another story) to find a worm right there in the middle of it. You have found little shards of glass in the yogurt and bugs even at You-Cook, but that’s all a part of the college experience, right?

“Are you sure there’s no spiders or anything? Did you check?” Beside you, Maddie watches with furrowed brows as you spoon a hefty serving of scrambled eggs onto your plate. Chuckling, you move down to grab a few sausages and a chocolate chip muffin before they are gone for the rest of the day; Lord knows, you are only a month in and carbohydrates have quickly become your emotional support, just like everyone else. “Yes, I checked,” you assure her, hiding a laugh with your hand as she leans over to further scrutinize the eggs, “I didn’t see any arachnids.”

“Good,” she hums, satisfied with your answer, “can you grab a banana muffin for me? They’re usually at the bottom.”

Nodding, you turn back to the blessed muffin basket, pushing away blueberry, corn, double chocolate, all because Maddie has to be different and go for the macadamia nut banana.

“Are those the dinosaur socks they were selling on move-in day?” In front of you, someone asks, and your first instinct is to look down at your feet just to confirm. 8:30 calculus simply turns your brain to mush and remembering how you dressed for the day is near impossible. “Yes!” Laughing, you lift your leg to get a closer look at the cute green t-rexes on skates. “I was sold once I heard they were a dollar.”

Tearing your gaze away from said socks, you look up and suddenly feel as if you have bumped into an angel. Maybe there were spiders in the eggs, deadly poisonous spiders that crawled up the spoon while you weren’t paying attention and bit your hand and now you are dead and this is the angel leading you to the heavens. That, or this simply is the most beautiful human you have ever seen up close and your brain does not know how to process it. Well, maybe that’s a little extreme, but you definitely have never been so starstruck in your life.

The boy in front of you says something but you don’t hear it, senses and thoughts momentarily Off™ as you gawk at him. Aside from the deep undereye bags you all have claimed the past few weeks, this stranger is as close to perfect as you can get. Sure, Seungmin and his roommates are pretty cute—but what the fuck?

Something tells you that you have been silently staring at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open for far too long when his brows raise in a mix of confusion and expectation. Shit. What did he say? Synapses suddenly shooting like fireworks in your brain, you desperately try to remember his reply but instead, all you had focused on was the plumpness of his lips as he spoke and not the words themselves.

Clearing your throat, you blink once, twice, hoping you were hallucinating the whole time and the boy in front of you is not Hercules incarnate.

Lucky for you or him, you can’t tell, but he is still as attractive as he was two seconds ago. “Sorry, what?” You blurt, loud, too loud, flinching at the sound of your own voice. Instead of recognizing that you are totally off your rocker, he smiles, a soft, toothy smile that has your muscles turning to goo.

“I said I bought them, too,” cutest-boy-in-the-universe repeats, looking down and you follow his gaze, “my roommates were making fun of me, so I’m glad I finally found someone who bought them.” Alas, as he tugs at the fabric of his jeans to slightly lift the cuff you see that he, too, wears the same socks. You think you’re in love.

“Well, your roommates clearly have no taste,” you deadpan, shakily meeting his eyes once he looks back up. He laughs softly, eyes scrunching at the action and you positively swoon until silence settles over you and he takes the opportunity to regard you, gaze sweeping down your frame and up again. You hold your breath because, 1) holy shit, you would get on your knees for him right now and 2) you suddenly wish you were wearing more than the ‘just-woke-up-to-get-pegged-by-calc’ fit.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he finally says and you release all the air trapped in your lungs. “YN,” you return, grasping his outreached hand and thanking the heavens it is as sweaty as yours. “Well, it was nice to meet you, YN,” Hyunjin proceeds, releasing your hand and offering a gentle smile.

“You too, Mr. Sock Man,” you grin, rocking on your heels and realizing with a pang of disappointment that your breakfast has probably gone cold. Well, that’s okay, because right now you are totally content standing here in the middle of the dining hall, silently staring at this Hyunjin with a stupid smile plastered on your face. And the best part? He apparently is just fine doing that, too.

“YN!” Somewhere behind you, Maddie calls your name and it thrusts you head-first back into reality. “Did you find a banana muffin? I can’t find— oh. Who’s this?” Appearing beside you, visibly shocked having found you in a staring contest with a very tall, very cute boy. “Oh, uh,” you huff out a laugh, scrambling to get yourself together, “Hyunjin, this is Maddie, my roommate. Maddie, this is Hyunjin. We have the same socks.”

Brows shooting up at the puzzling introduction, Maddie bites back a laugh and looks back and forth between you and Hyunjin. “Well, you don’t hear that every day,” smiling to hide her confusion, she offers him a small wave with her hand full of muffin packs, “nice to meet you.”

Hyunjin smiles in return, gaze quickly returning to you. “I’ll be off, then. Gotta get the waffles while they’re still warm. I’ll see you around.”

And before you know it, he’s off toward the other end of the breakfast counter.

“Um, what the fuck?” Maddie whispers excitedly as you make your way toward your usual table, elbow repeatedly jabbing into your side. “I have no idea what just happened. I think I’m dreaming,” you sigh blissfully, relieved to find that Jisung and Seungmin were able to claim your favorite booth. “No, definitely not dreaming. He’s totally into you. You have to hang out.”

“What?” You sputter, nearly tripping over your own two feet. Then, lowering your voice as you near the two boys, “I – no, he isn’t. How can you tell? That was like, the cutest guy I’ve ever talked to, and you think he’s into me?”

“Who’s the cutest guy ever?” Jisung pipes up, eyes lighting up and you curse him and his fucking bat hearing.

“No one,” you grumble, smiling softly at Seungmin when he gets up so you don’t have to sit on the end, leaving Maddie to sit next to the other one. “Is it me?” Jisung grins with a flutter of his eyelashes. He’s convinced the only reason you dislike him is because you’ve actually fallen in love with him, but that’s far from the truth. You don’t even dislike him—he’s just one of the first guys you’ve met who meets your sarcasm with as much ferocity, and that is a hard pill to swallow.

“In your dreams, Han,” you sneer, gracing him with a dramatic eye roll before tearing open the bag of your muffin. Comfortable conversation quickly falls into place as you eat, complaints about your classes, Seungmin trying to convince you to join them at the first party they will be attending while Jisung mocks you for wanting to stay home, Maddie asking where Felix is and Seungmin explaining that he got so high last night he ended up staying up past four playing Overwatch and is currently sleeping past all his classes.

Then, in the midst of guzzling your apple juice, Jisung leans out of his seat to call down the aisle. “Hwang! Come pull a chair over!”

Curiosity peaked, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and crane your neck to see over Seungmin’s fat head for who this ‘Hwang’ could be until, like the universe is really trying to kill you, the Hyunjin you met not even ten minutes ago has reached your table. “Hey,” he grins brightly, dabbing up the two boys before he glances to you, mouth promptly falling open. Certain you mirror the same expression, you struggle to find your words as Jisung and Seungmin look between you in shared confusion. “First we share socks, now it’s these dumpheads?”

Ignoring the way they scowl, Hyunjin giggles shamelessly and grabs a chair from an adjacent table to sit at the head of your booth. “It would seem that way.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You guys know each other?” Jisung scoffs in disbelief, pointedly looking at you as if you’ve gone and disproved everything he pegged of you. “We just met,” Hyunjin replies with a shy smile, sparing you a quick glance before cutting into his waffle. Jisung looks to you and you offer an affirmative nod.

“And how are you guys friends?” Maddie asks, sensing your panic. “He’s Changbin and Minho’s roommate,” Seungmin answers.

You choke on a mouthful of juice.

“Christ, you good?” Seungmin snickers, offering a few slaps to your back. With a muffled yes, you look to Hyunjin with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell them I said they have no taste.”

He laughs, arching a brow at you. “No way. They’ll get a kick out of that.”

“Oh, Christ,” faking a cry, you bury your face into your palms, “so much for making friends.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Jisung soothes with faux sympathy, “no one wants to be your friend anyway.”

Scoffing, the table quickly falls silent when you look up with rage in your eyes. “I bet when someone asks your parents about you, they change the subject,” you spit, shooting daggers at him before stabbing your fork into an innocent chunk of egg. To your utmost surprise but total delight, the other three burst into a fit of laughter, leaving you smirking smugly and Jisung sulking.

“Anyway,” Maddie promptly changes the subject back to her chemistry professor who has started every class playing Britney Spears. Tucked away in your corner finishing the last of your sausage and stifling the urge to get up for more, it isn’t until Hyunjin begins to speak do you realize that you have been quietly watching him the entire time. You would blame the soft morning sunshine shining through the windows and illuminating the right side of his face for making him look so ethereal, but you know that isn’t the case; from short, messy black hair, silver hoop earrings, thick, defined brows, the soft curves of his nose and the pouty fullness of his lips, you are totally, completely mesmerized.

And then, the sole of a sneaker is slammed right into your shin. “OW!” You yelp, loud, and for a moment you forget the pain in favor of the embarrassment that comes with the number of heads that turn to look at you. “Sorry. Bit my tongue,” you lie, earning an unconvinced look from Maddie. “Go on,” you nod toward Hyunjin to continue whatever he was saying before directing a furious glare to Jisung, who fails to hide his triumphant smirk as he enthusiastically types on his phone.

Just as you have bent down to rub at your throbbing leg, your phone vibrates twice against the table.

han jisung [now] stop staring, ur lucky hwang is as dense as a rock or he would have left a long time ago bc of you

han jisung [now] so THAT’S the ‘cutest guy ever’ huh? so ur straight after all

Squeezing your hands into fists, you prepare to fire back a reply that will have him crying. But he has different plans.

“Oh, Hyunjin, did YN tell you she’s a dancer, too?” He exaggerates your previous mention of dancing and has the audacity to wink at you. Thanks, Mr. Match Maker.

“Really?” Hyunjin gasps excitedly, eyes lighting up and totally missing the flabbergasted what? that sputters from your lips.

“I – well, no,” you hiss, scowling at Jisung, “I used to do ballet when I was younger but that’s it. Why, though? Do you dance?”

“He’s here on a scholarship,” Seungmin explains, “and minors in creative writing.”

“Oh,” you squeak, glancing to Hyunjin who is all but smiling like a cherub, completely oblivious, “that’s amazing. You must have a crazy schedule.” Chewing the last of his waffle, he hums in agreement. “Yeah, it gets really stressful at times. But it’s worth it,” Hyunjin chuckles. Then fucking winks.

Unable to hold his gaze, you whip your head back around in a panic and reach for the mere sip left of your juice. “Speaking of crazy schedules,” he hums, slapping both Jisung and Seungmin on the shoulders, “I must head out. This was fun. I may start crashing the party more now.” Rising from his seat, Hyunjin swings his bag over a shoulder and grins brightly. Realizing it would be rude to not say goodbye, you force yourself to look back to him and offer a feeble wave.

“And YN, don’t bite your tongue when you eat, yeah?”

You’re going to pass out.

two.

Felix likes to think of you as his corrupted child when it comes to smoking weed.

A few weeks before you would all be returning home for winter break, he came knocking on your door with a proposition. “No one wants to smoke with me. Do you want to?”

This, for sure, was not what you were expecting on a cold Tuesday night in December. Despite the general curiosity and always wanting to ‘try it’ simply to feel like a teenager breaking the rules, you told him you never smoked before. “I know,” he said with a smile, “that’s why I’m asking.”

So, you agreed. Reaching for your hand, Felix snuck you out the window and led you halfway across campus to the junior parking lot, giving you ample opportunities to back out when he felt how badly you were shaking. “Whose car is this?” You laughed in disbelief when he unlocked a beaten-up Nissan near the outskirts of the lot.

“Kim Woojin. The junior?” He replied once you settled in the passenger seat next to him. “Oh.” You blinked, confused. “He lets you smoke in his car?”

“He gets me weed, too,” Felix giggled, reaching into the pockets of his sweatshirt and coming out with two tightly wrapped blunts, each about two inches long, “I’ll turn the heat on a little so we don’t freeze but we have to keep the windows open. I’m not going to have you hotbox for your first time.” You had no idea what that meant, but you agreed nonetheless.

With a brief lesson on what to do that truly made no sense until you tried it for yourself, Felix lit the blunt, took a few small hits to get it started, and then passed it to you. Holding it gingerly between your thumb and index finger, you brought the unlit end to your lips and sucked as he instructed ‘like a straw,’ breathing it into your lungs and ignoring the faint taste of smoke. Unsure of when to stop, it wasn’t until your throat felt as if it was on fire did you realize just how much you had inhaled.

“Shit,” you wheezed, coughing and choking and watching with wide eyes at the amount of cloudy white smoke that left your mouth and nostrils. Passing it back to Felix, you scrambled for the cold water bottle he brought along, downing half of it in one go to soothe the burn. “Good?” He asked, blowing out the window and turning back to you with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you huffed, “give me a few, though.”

Humming in agreement, Felix connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth and began playing what he calls his ‘getting high playlist,’ and before long, you fell in love with the feeling.

When break was over, you were dying to try it again. Felix was more than happy to be of service.

For all of March, it turned into a daily thing.

Now, you try to smoke only once a week for the sake of not dying, or something.

australian felix kjellberg❤️ [now] come hang at 201?

When the text notification pops up in the corner of your laptop screen amid your YouTube binge, your bones jitter with a mix of dread and excitement.

Dread, because that’s Hyunjin’s room. Excitement, because that’s Hyunjin’s room.

Maddie must hear your sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asks from her cozied position in bed, hand deep in a bag of popcorn.

“It’s Felix,” you start, “but he said to go to Hyunjin’s room.”

She blinks, unfazed. “And? I don’t see the problem here.”

“Well, I don’t know,” you count on your fingers, “first, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin sober. Second, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin high. Third, I am very touchy when high. Fourth, Hyunjin is always touchy.”

Maddie scoffs. “That’s a pretty lame argument, YN,” she laughs, “isn’t that what you want to happen?”

“Well,” she’s got a point, “yes, but it still makes me nervous. He makes me nervous.” Closing your laptop, you shimmy out of bed and debate changing out of your cotton shorts and tee shirt. Nah. You’ll probably end up going back to Felix’s and sleeping there. You put a sports bra and deodorant on and call it a day.

Maddie finds this hilarious. “You know what should make you nervous? The fact that you’re usually the only girl getting high with, what? Six guys? You know they all want to fuck you.”

“I try not to think about that, actually,” cringing, you try to erase Felix’s voice when he’s high as a kite or Changbin’s arms from your mind, “and you don’t know that. Sometimes Ryujin and Lia are there. Or, you know, you could always come. You don’t have to smoke, just come hang out. I know you want to give Minho a fat smooch.”

Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “I love you, and I appreciate the invite, but I don’t feel like babysitting a bunch of stoners, even if Minho is there.”

Laughing, all you can offer her is a shrug. “I don’t blame you,” grabbing your phone, wallet, and charger, you make your way over to her and bend over to press a goodnight kiss to her forehead, “if you need me, don’t. I’ll probably be dead.”

“Oh Lord,” Maddie cackles, watching you struggle to open the window, “don’t die. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“I’ll try,” you grin, military saluting once you’ve managed to flop over the ledge. With one last wave, you close the window behind you and thank admissions for giving you a room on the first floor.

[9:34 PM] YN: omw now, gather your forces to help me in :)

Nights in 201 are always interesting. First, their room is on the second floor, so climbing through the window is an experience. Things would be a hell of a lot easier if you could just walk in and out of residence halls as you please, but with the officer at the front desk documenting who comes in and who goes out, there would be a knock at the door at midnight asking you to leave. Second: as Maddie said, 201 means the whole squad is showing up. And when the whole squad shows up, you’re bound to feel a mix of anxiety and desire deep within your bones no matter how hard set you are on Mr. Hwang. And third: you know you’re in for one fucked up night.

[9:42 PM] YN: hereee

Standing awkwardly behind their building, you try and calm the nerves that always come when you know you will be with Hyunjin. Considering how close the two of you have become over the past few months, one would think you would have gotten a grip on those pesky feelings.

Yet again, it’s kind of hard to do that when he looks and acts like that all the time.

When the window slides open, you are expecting Changbin to hang halfway out for you to grab on to with the rest of them holding onto his legs. Instead, a tall, metal ladder of sorts is pushed out until it lands with a thud! at your feet, granting you a perfect staircase into the room.

Well, you certainly don’t see that every day.

Blinking in confusion, you do not know whether to focus on the crowd of boys waving at you from above or this abomination of a stepstool that was practically thrown out a window for you. Accepting the chain of events as just another fever dream of an experience in 201, you shake your head and begin to ascend on shaky legs, graciously taking Jisung’s hand and clinging to both him and Seungmin as they help you into the room. “Thanks,” you huff, giving them both a hug in return to their chivalry. And they dare say it’s dead!

Behind you, Changbin and Hyunjin lift the ladder-stepstool mutation back into the room and it isn’t until they have folded it into a more compact piece and set it against the wall do you speak up.

“Did you… buy a ladder?”

“Yes!” Minho bellows, thrilled by your successful entrance. “Isn’t it great?” After pulling back from a hug, he keeps his hands on your shoulders just to shake you like a bobble-head.

“Yes,” you grunt once he’s released you, head swimming, “a lot easier than hauling both me and Changbin through the window, right?” Looking to said boy, you can’t help but melt into his side when he pulls you close. “No worries,” Changbin beams, rubbing your arm, “at least we have some funny memories now.” When he moves to flop onto his bed, you realize with a shudder that you are alone with Hyunjin.

Well, technically not alone since they are all right there, but alone in the sense that they are not paying attention to you nor him.

“Hey, YN. I missed you,” he singsongs, engulfing you in one of his monster bear hugs. Disregarding the heart palpitations they may cause, Hyunjin’s hugs are truly the best and you wish you would initiate them more if it didn’t seem like such a big deal in that smooth brain of yours. “I missed you, too,” you mutter into his chest, squeezing your arms around him as if to engrave this feeling into your mind forever. “We saw each other, like, five hours ago,” he reminds you, finally pulling back and taking your will to live with him. God, he has no idea.

“And? You’re the only one here who doesn’t make me suicidal,” you lie because, in reality, he actually does. Just in a different way. “Aw,” he coos, large hand squeezing your side and you think you could orgasm on command, “good thing we have tonight, then, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, finally remembering to breathe when he steps away to sit beside Seungmin on his bed. Suddenly, you are feeling incredibly grateful no one is next to Changbin because, well, 1) he is closer to Felix and 2), you need a distraction.

“Hello, Felix,” you greet the boy sunk deep in a bean bag chair, busy grinding leaves and packing them into the bowl of a bong. “How are you this fine evening, YN?” He asks once you have settled beside Changbin, brows knitting together when the older boy drapes his arm around your waist.

“Good. Tired, though. How ‘bout you?”

“You didn’t have to come if you’re tired! We all know you work your ass off, no one’s gonna judge if you chose to stay home and sleep,” Felix expresses, giving you a look that screams ‘mom.’

“No! I’m not that tired,” you assure him, reaching for his hand and squeezing for extra effect, “you know I wouldn’t miss this. You’ve made me a pothead.”

With a proud smile, he returns to his designated job and begins working on the second, smaller bong. “So,” stretching to set your things on the desk beside Changbin’s bed, you turn to him with a knowing smile, “how’s the album coming?”

“Great!” He beams, eyes lighting up at the topic. “Jisung is a great addition. Did I tell you we started meeting with someone else, too?”

“No, who?”

“He’s a sophomore, Bang Chan?” Somewhere behind you, Felix passes a bong to Jisung for the first hit. “Bang Chan? Holy shit, Binnie,” repeatedly punching his arm to express your excitement, “that’s amazing! I didn’t know he was into music production. Not that I’ve ever talked to him, but.”

“No, I get you,” he hums, giving your side a firm squeeze, “he’s really awesome making beats. I hope we’re successful.” Then, reaching past you, he takes the second bong and a lighter from Felix. When he resituates himself, he’s considerably closer than before. You don’t mind.

“Ladies first?” Changbin offers with a crooked grin, handing them to you. Then, on second thought, he holds onto the lighter to do the honors. “Sure. Thanks,” you laugh, glancing across the room to find everyone arguing over which color to set the lights to as they wait for their high. Bringing the tube to your lips, you offer a miniscule nod to him and then he is setting flame to the bowl. Sucking strong enough to generate bubbles, you unplug the bowl once he stops and breathe in as much as your lungs can handle in one go. Then, once you have exhaled, you quickly finish what’s left in the tube before passing it to Changbin with a pleased smile.

“That was a lot,” he points out once you have handed the bong back to him. “Hey, you’re the one who kept lighting it for thirty seconds. Mother would be proud,” you joke, reciprocating the same service and lighting the bowl until he glares at you beneath his bangs.

The best part about being high is the fact that you are constantly laughing. Things won’t even be that funny, but once someone starts laughing—you’re done for. You laugh so hard it hurts, and then once it’s all over, you realize it wasn’t funny at all. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like a squirrel?” Minho asks Jisung at some point. You absolutely loose it. It quite possibly is the funniest thing you have ever heard.

Pouting, Squirrel Boy leaves Minho alone on his bed to come crash beside you. “How are you, my tender oozing blossom?”

Squinting at him past the way your eyes burn, you make grabby hands and pull him close to wrap your arms around his teeny waist. Changbin grumbles in protest, but he’s too transfixed on the light’s soft in and out fade of different colors to say anything else. “Please, don’t ever call me that again,” you mumble into Jisung’s mop of brown hair.

“What?” He gasps, tilting to look up at you with puppy eyes. “You didn’t like it?”

“Nope,” smiling lazily, you rest your head atop his, “I love you, but I’m not ready for pet names yet.” His face morphs from a frown to one lit with excitement. “Holy shit, did you just say you love me? Do my eyes deceive me?”

“That would be your ‘ears,’ but yes,” you hum, brain simply not capable of denying it the way your sober self would. “More than Changbin?” Jisung whispers.

“Yes, but don’t tell him,” you return quietly, biting back a laugh.

“More than Hyunjin?” He counters. At this, you look up to find said boy sat with his legs to his chest across the room. Next to Seungmin, he looks like a giant; but a happy, pouty giant that keeps talking about how much he could go for a winter melon tea right now.

“Never.”

One and a half (half because it was just the rest of Minho’s terribly big hit that left tears streaming down his cheeks) and an unfinished game of Cards Against Humanity later, you find yourself in a blissful headspace. The song playing quietly through Felix’s speaker makes it feel like you are bouncing down stairs and then going up again, and the lights are oh so pretty, pink fading to red, yellow to green, blue to purple and so on. Things are fuzzy but crystal clear at the same time, the popcorn you’ve been shoveling into your mouth tastes heavenly, and your body feels like it is engulfed in a warm, comforting hug.

Or, that could just be Changbin.

Somewhere in between trying to get more comfortable and him yanking you to stay next to him when you attempted to get up and hug Seungmin for something sweet he said, you now find yourself on your back with a clinging Changbin on your side. You are so comfortable, but also insanely hot, and as you begin to slowly come down from your high as the hours tick by, you begin to realize it’s for another reason.

What started as an innocent hand on your side turned into his thumb rubbing meaningless patterns against your shirt, which then turned into his hand slipping beneath to splay against the warmth of your skin. Growing increasingly needy as the minutes go by, you turn to look at everyone around you. Jisung, who found himself returning to Minho, appears to be passed out with him on the far end of the room. Seungmin, curled up on the floor with a pillow and a heap of blankets. Felix, who finished off the rest of his weed, scrolls aimlessly on his phone still at the peak of his high.

And Hyunjin, who you assume has been fast asleep on his bed for a while now if the arm flung over his face tells you anything. For a moment, you feel sick with sadness. So close, but so far he lies, always a step out of reach. But you can’t deny how Changbin makes you feel—for right now, at least. And it would be a shame to miss out on an opportunity with someone else because the one you want is unattainable.

Right?

Changbin must sense the way your breathing increases, must feel the way your body reacts to the slightest of touches, yet he takes his time. He is soft in the way his hand travels up your arm, rough fingertips grazing over your collarbones before smoothing down over your chest and abdomen. It isn’t until you are about to burst at the seams does he give your ass a strong squeeze and urge your leg over his hips.

“Changbin,” you sigh, biting your lip to keep from whimpering when he begins pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of your throat. “Please touch me.”

He only makes a sound of agreement, savoring the way you squirm and grip onto his arm for dear life. When he offers an experimental roll of his hips to grind against you, you practically go feral. The last time you were touched in such a way was at a party in the beginning of the semester Jisung and co. physically forced you to go to, and Changbin has barely even touched you and it’s already better than the rushed sex you had that night.

“Wait,” he huffs, pausing his ministrations no matter how difficult it is to do so, “we can’t.”

“What?” You hiss, trying to keep your voice quiet, “why?”

“Because you’re high, and I’m high, and I’m not going to do anything unless you really want me to,” Changbin explains, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips when you frown in response. “But I do want you to,” you huff, chasing his mouth for another, “I trust you one hundred percent.”

“Are you sure, YN?” What about Hyunjin? is what he really means and you know he’s right. You should have never told Felix.

Trying to ignore the wetness of your underwear, you turn to lie on your back. “Whatever. Never mind,” you mumble, and when you glance back to him, you can’t help the way your heart soars with him still pressed closely to your side, blinking tiredly at you. But like he said, it’s not Hyunjin. “Just get some sleep, Binnie. Forget it happened,” smiling past the tears that threaten to spill, you ruffle his hair and press a softer kiss to his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Changbin whispers, returning the affection with a kiss to your shoulder. In minutes, he is snoring softly beside you.

You can’t fall asleep to save your life.

Reaching for your phone to check the time, you grit your teeth once you realize it’s almost four and you definitely have been staring at the ceiling for more than an hour. For starters, you are freezing now; unlike these passed out hooligans, you are showing a lot more skin and not being under the blankets is not doing you well. And secondly, it’s hard to fall asleep when your thoughts are flying miles a minute.

Is this how it’s going to be, then? Whenever you see someone, will the little guy on your shoulder whisper in your ear that it’s not Hyunjin? Or will people deem you off limits because they know of your infatuation? People who know, at least—Changbin is the first, apparently.

Just need to get comfy, you decide, trying to ignore such thoughts and turning to lie on your stomach. Bless Felix for leaving the lights on, too—you may be coming down from your high, but the vibe is simply immaculate. Tucking a hand under your cheek and following the ropes of light on the ceiling and up the walls, you find this to be enough to calm your nerves. Enough to make your eyelids heavy. Finally.

Someone lets out a monster train snore. Seungmin, you think, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Or, it could be Hyunjin. The thought is so amusing you can’t help but squint at the boy across from you to better see his outline, hoping he will do it again just to confirm.

No, not Hyunjin.

Because he’s facing you, eyes open, a soft smile plastered on his face. Well, fuck.

No reason to panic, you console yourself, returning a gentle smile in the assumption he can even see you. And you stay like that for a while, simply watching one another for an infinite amount of time. It’s not much, but it means something, you think, lost in the way the contours and highlights of his face change with each color the lights fade to. Just as you remember the whole point of getting on your stomach was to fall asleep, Hyunjin moves. Reaching for his phone, you watch in confusion as he brings it close to his face and starts typing.

hwang hyunjin👁👄👁 [now] Come sleep w me?

You almost throw up in your mouth. You must be dreaming. Surely.

Blinking against the harsh light of your phone, you cannot help your smile as you reread the text.

[4:02 am] YN: wont that b a little sus for bin

[4:02 am] hwang hyunjin👁👄👁: If anyone asks just say he kept kicking u or something

You don’t need to be told twice. Now that he has turned onto his side facing the other direction, Changbin does not stir once you slowly move to sit up and stand, nor when you reach for the quilt crumbled at the foot of the bed to pull over him. It’s not much, but hopefully it will keep him from waking in a few hours freezing to death. Then, as you tiptoe your way over to Hyunjin’s bed, avoiding Felix now that he’s sprawled half way off the bean bag, you cannot tell if you are still shivering from the cold or if the fact you are going to be sleepingwith Hyunjin in one, tiny single bed is finally clicking in your brain. Like Maddie said, this is something you want, right?

As you draw closer, Hyunjin shifts to make room and lifts the covers for you to quietly slip beneath. “Thank you,” you whisper, pulling the blanket up to your chin and trying to ignore the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course. You looked real cold over there,” he smiles tiredly. Then, his arm cautiously curls around you to rest by your head, fingers swiping stray hairs away from your face.

“I was,” you admit. Eyes level to his lips, you strain to look him in the eyes to resist the temptation now that he’s pulled you so close. “Changbin fell asleep and I felt bad waking him.”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply. He seems momentarily lost in thought, brows slightly furrowed as he chews on the inside of his lip.

“Do you like him?” He finally asks, voice shaky with hesitation.

“What?” You sputter, shocked at such a presumption. Yet again…

“No, no I don’t. I mean—as a friend, yes, but, you know,” you trail off, squeezing your eyes shut. You desperately wish you were not having this conversation right now. “He was touching you, though. And it looked like you liked it,” Hyunjin whispers, thumb swiping against your cheekbone.

“I mean, well yeah, I did. But I’m not close enough to like him like that. It’s just a physical attraction,” realizing you are discussing what went down with Changbin to Hyunjin, you suddenly pull back and lean up on an elbow to get a better look at him, heat now spreading up your limbs like fire. “Were you watching us, Hwang?”

“Yes,” he admits, “it’s kind of hard not to.” Your heart stops beating.

“I – what?” You manage once you have remembered how to breathe. “I didn’t know you were awake, we wouldn’t have… what do you mean, ‘it’s kind of hard not to?’”

“You know what I mean, YN,” Hyunjin mutters, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you to lie down with him again, this time, your chest pressed to his. “I like looking at you. You’re very pretty.”

You definitely must still be high, because you are seriously having a hard time wrapping your mind around Hyunjin calling you pretty, as well as being so close, and somewhere deep in your mind wonders if he knows. If he knows how your heart is on the line here. Knows that with him moving closer, you are taking a huge risk.

When Hyunjin kisses you, you forget that this could be the worst mistake you’ve made in a long time. Wrapped around his fingers, you pray this is his way of saying he feels the same.

“YN!” You wake to Seungmin gently shaking your shoulder. “YN, wake up. Your phone has been vibrating for twenty minutes now. It’s Maddie.”

The wave of panic washing over you dispels the grogginess you feel from suddenly being yanked from sleep, as well as the recognition of where you are and who you’re with. Frantic, you sit up and nod in thanks to him before taking the call. “Hello?”

“Oh, thank God you answered,” Maddie cries, voice choked, “I’m sorry, I know you’re still out, but I just threw up and I feel so terrible and when I get up I feel so nauseous. Can you come home?”

“Shit, Maddie, don’t apologize,” you whisper, rushing to grab your things as Seungmin unfolds The Ladder as quietly as possible, “I’m leaving now. Don’t move, you don’t want it to get worse. I’ll be there as fast as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpers before hanging up.

“Thank you, Minnie,” pressing a kiss to his cheek, you begin to climb down. “Is everything okay?” He asks, watching as you go with a worried frown. “Yes, it’s fine. Just a little emergency, don’t worry,” praying no one is out and about watching as you climb from the back of their building, you rush back to help Maddie as fast as you can.

You stay back in your dorm with Maddie for the rest of the weekend, fetching her water and ginger ale and food she can handle, helping her to the restroom, and binging all sorts of shows and movies with her. Seungmin, Jisung, and Minho visit Sunday evening, joining you for a few hours to watch Pokémon. You think it’s just because Minho knew it would be a good opportunity to snuggle with Maddie.

You can’t help but feel disappointed when Hyunjin isn’t with them. You refrained from telling Maddie what happened in 201, too caught up wanting to make sure she was alright, and by now you are starting to feel as if it wasn’t even real. Maybe you made the whole night up in your marijuana-infused brain. And snuggled up with Jisung, you can’t help but wish it was this annoying shit you were falling in love with.

On Monday morning, Hyunjin doesn’t show up for breakfast. On Tuesday, you find out he has been hanging out with a girl he met at his favorite boba joint and apparently won’t shut up about. First, you run back to your dorm to cry to Maddie, having to explain all of Friday night to her. When she leaves for her lab, you call Felix for an emergency smoke session. When Maddie texts that she is going to be out late working on a project, you call Changbin to tell him that you really do want him to.

Like you said, it’s just a physical attraction, right?

⇢ part 2

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delaber · 3 years

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Just Friends (Part 1)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 1.8K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol).

Chapter Note: Sooooo.... This is my take on a multi chapter Rafael Casal x reader story. Feel free to ask and hit me up if you want to be on the tag list, have questions, suggestions, etc. /Best!

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"Four margaritas, please," you sighed to the bartender behind the counter. He could definitely tell that this wasn't your night, so without any attempt at smalltalk, he sent you a curt nod before reaching for the tequila on the shelf behind him. You watched as he poured a couple of ounces of tequila into each glass before you were ripped out of your trance by three shrill voices coming from the dance floor, apparently shrieking so because the DJ had just put on Katy Perry's 'California Gurls'.

You didn't even have to turn your head to know who had emitted the noise. Of course it was your company of the night; your new co-worker Miranda and her two college friends to whom she apparently had been dying to introduce you to. Exactly why, you had no idea and right now you were almost gagging for an excuse to leave the party early. But you reminded yourself that Miranda had been good to you ever since you had moved across the pond. You needed to be on your best behaviour if you wanted to return the favour and pretend that you were having a great night; and if you couldn't pull up your socks and un-ironically make a fool of yourself on the dance floor with her and her friends, you'd have to buy the party drinks. In all honesty, a small price to pay for Miranda's otherwise pleasurable friendship.

Ever since you had moved to California, Miranda had invited you over for dinner several times a week, she had helped you pick up a sofa from a guy on Craigslist, and she had even dragged you along to her family's Thanksgiving Dinner last night - even though you had told her that Europeans don't really care for the holiday - insisting that no one should be alone on Thanksgiving. So even though her friends were pure torture, you wanted to show Miranda that you appreciated everything she had done to make the transition of moving to a different continent easier for you.

'Still a couple of hours of 'fun' to go,' you looked at your watch, 'might need some much needed help to get through,' you thought to yourself while turning you attention back towards the bartender. "Hey - on second thought," you caught his attention, "could you make one of the margaritas a double, please?"

The bartender eyed you intently, "are you sure? You've been up here several times and a double margarita contains three ounces of tequila."

"Do you not want to make money?" you smiled at him.

"Good point," he laughed, "rough night?"

"Rough night!" you agreed with a smile, "I definitely need the three ounces."

"You could always come back for more," he winked at you.

"Oh trust me, I will."

You realised that the bartender had mistaken your words for flirting as a small smile erupted on his lips. He ran his gaze over your face and body, eyes dropping a little too low for your taste. A shame, really. He had been quite cute up until that.

"Double it is," he smiled slickly while running his eyes over your chest before pouring more tequila in to one of the four glasses in front of him.

Turning away from the slightly douchy bartender, your eyes went back to the dance floor where the three girls were doing some weird attention-seeking dance to the chorus of the Katy Perry song, apparently desperate to let all the people in the bar know that they were indeed California girls themselves - just like almost everybody else in the damn bar. You were in downtown Los Angeles after all.

You could not wait to down your double margarita.

Suddenly, you realised that Miranda had caught you looking at them, and that she was currently gesturing for you to join them on the dance floor. "Shit," you mumbled as you pretended that you hadn't seen her and quickly turned your face to the other side of the room, all at once noticing two loud men sitting at the bar next to you. A handsome man with wild curls was laughing whole-heartedly at something that his equally-handsome blonde friend was telling him about. The blonde man was gesticulating wildly with his hands, using both sound effects and theatrical face expressions to get his point across to his friend. He even managed to spice up his story with eccentric details and anecdotes that were probably meaningless for the morale of the story but funny nonetheless. Listening silently to him, you found yourself almost wishing that he was talking to you, the way his face constantly shifted, his eyebrows persistently retracting and retreating, going up and down in time with his well-timed sound effects and wild expressions. Definitely a guy with a big personality. He seemed interesting.

His friend with the curls, on the other hand, seemed a bit more reserved and quiet. He was without a doubt very fond of the loud blonde guy, otherwise he probably would've told him to quiet down a bit. You thought to yourself that you definitely would've. But the curly-haired guy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the blonde man's company as he kept laughing at his antics without showing an inch of an urge to shush him. Incredible, really. Instead, the curly-haired guy encouraged his blonde friend in the form of nods and warm, vibrant smiles.

Both men seemed very fond of each other, and you couldn't help but think to yourself that they looked as if they were on a very successful date.

When the blonde guy was done with his obnoxiously loud story, he joined his friend in laughing, the sound knocking you completely to the ground. Immediately attracted to both of the men in front of you, you couldn't tear your gaze away from them - and suddenly it hit you; you had seen the pair of them before. Where? Did they work at the hospital too? You eyed them suspiciously for a couple of seconds while trying to come up with places you might recognise them from. You made a mental note to remind yourself to ask Miranda later if she had seen them hanging around the lab lately.

You were so preoccupied with making mental notes to yourself that you didn't even realise that you had been caught staring before it was too late. "Hey Diggs," the blonde man nudged his friend in the ribs while nodding towards you, "I think we have company."

You were whipped back to reality as you realised that you suddenly had the attention of both men in front of you. "Oh!" You spluttered, embarrassed by how unsubtle you'd been. The blonde guy seemed a mixture of annoyed and amused by the entire situation while his friend - who was apparently called Diggs - seemed a bit more uncomfortable with being stared at.

"I am so, so sorry for blatantly ogling at you like that!" You continued. A small smile erupted on the blonde man's lips but neither him nor his friend spoke so you continued, "it's just... Well, you both look really familiar to me. I feel like I know you from somewhere... Do we work at the same place maybe?" you tried.

The two men shared a look that you didn't understand. "Well, that's hard to answer when we don't know where you work," The blonde man said while slowly drawing out every word as if you were particularly dimwitted.

"Touché," you tried your most charming smile, hoping it would get them to warm up to you. Otherwise, meeting them at work on Monday would surely be an awkward affair, "I work at the medical lab over at Sinai Hospital," you tried, "I think I might know you from there?"

Diggs looked relieved as he sent you a soft smile, "I assure you; you do not."

The blonde man cackled, sipping his beer slowly while sending his friend amused looks that were immediately reciprocated. You were surprised to see exactly how bemused the two men in front of you were. It wasn't a weird question, you thought to yourself. Once more, you looked between the two of them while trying to ascertain where you might've seen them before, "...and you haven't been to - I don't know - a medical conference recently? As key note speakers or something of the sort?"

The blonde man laughed obnoxiously loud and pointed between himself and his friend Diggs, "Sweetheart, do we look like lab nerds to you?"

A bit offended by his continuous snarkiness you couldn't help but retort, "Well, do I?" you pointed to your glittery dress and heeled sandals, "cause if I don't, please tell me how I should dress according to lab-fashion, mr. Lagerfeld."

Now it was Diggs' turn to laugh while the blonde man's eyes grew wide at your quick reply. It took him a mili-second or two to come to his senses but eventually, he too laughed charmingly while repeating your words from earlier, "touché right back at you."

You couldn't help but think to yourself that they both looked awfully cute - even the fairly snarky blonde guy who you were getting annoyed with now.

The bartender's voice ripped you back to reality as he placed a tray of four margaritas in front of you, "that one's the double," he smiled at you while pointing to a glass that had a slice of lime on the rim.

"Oh, thank you," you accepted the drinks from the bartender while sliding him a 50-dollar bill.

"See you later, Margarita Girl" the bartender winked at you before he turned to the next customer.

With the tray in hand, you turned to the two mystery men next to you, "Well, I guess I thought I knew you but I obviously don't. I'll let you get back to your date or whatever you were doing."

"Date?" The blonde guy laughed.

You sent him a shrug, "what do I know. Take care."

He sent you a challenging expression, "you're leaving before you've figured out where you known us from?"

You sent him a shrug, "guess I am."

"Are you sure it won't bother you for the rest of the evening?" he smirked

"Oh, I guess it'll be a haunting mystery 'til the day I'm on my deathbed," you drew out the words the same way he had done only a couple of minutes before. To hell with awkward situations if you should run into them again; it was worth it just to see the snarky guy's smile freeze slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Gentlemen," you made a motion to leave, "enjoy your evening."

Just before turning on your heel, you saw the blonde guy do a visible double-take. Maybe he wasn't used to women turning away from him when he so obviously was trying to neg.

Behind your back, the two men looked at your swaying hips while you walked away from them. When you disappeared in the dancing crowd, they faced each other, both silently wondering who you were and why you hadn't shown more interest. This was all so new to them.

#rafael casal x reader #rafael casal #daveed diggs #blindspotting #rafael casal imagine #smut #rafael casal fanfiction

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King of the hill review s1e1 "Pilot"

(I'm gonna start watching koth and typing these out season by season, depending on my work schedule/metnal healt will depend on how often I put them out, with the occasional single episode ones like this one which I've already typed up so much for. A lot of people seemed to like just the Meer idea of this so im gonna finish this one and post it)

We're introduced to the main characters surrounding a truck with the hood up. The first lines of dialogue they have in the series is their iconique "yep" "yep" "yep" "mhm" followed by a short silence (aside from the alcohol consumption).

Bill is the one to break the silence and demonstrates his understanding of automobile engines.

He is followed by Dale who demonstrates himself as an idiot. "Ford stands for: Fix It Again Tony."

Boomhauer, who without subtitles i wouldn't have been able to understand, also demonstrates he understands automobiles.

Hank who does not have the courtesy of subtitles does not understand what Boomhauer says and brushes him off and instead dribbles on about George Bush in Japan? This establishes his conservativeness/dumbness (if there's that much of a difference between the two.)

Hank grabs more beer and Dale breaks off into asking about a new episode of Seinfeld dating the beginning of the show.

Boomhauer immediately starts squaking about it.

This episode of Koth aired January 12 1997, although it doesn't seem to take place in a winter month. Most likely a spring one. I want to say the episode that Boomhauer is talking about is The Wig Master (April 4, 1996) as it is an episode that features Kramer and Kramer is the subject of Boomhauers tangent.

Boomhauer ends his giggling with "Just a show about nothin." And the theme song begins to play. A good introduction into what King of the Hill is about, and so far a great way to start the show off.

Theme song ends and Hank enters Bobby's room, despite Bobby telling him he wouldn't like it Hank decides to listen to Bobby's music to find: he doesn't like it. Admittedly because it isn't music (which Hank claims to like new generation music) but because instead it's just a fart? Bobby for some reason just listens to farts.... I guess this does establish that the boy ain't right....

Hank leaves Bobby's room telling him to get ready for the game, which Bobby is clearly already dressed for?

Luanne shows she hasn't learned how to lock the bathroom door when Hank busts in to a fully toweled Luanne. He still avoids looking at her the entire time after the initial door opening. Luanne gives slight exposition by explaining her parents are currently fighting, giving her a reason to be in the Hill House.

Hank, Bobby, and Peggy pile into a car and head to the game. Peggy tells Bobby to do his best and Hank insists he should give it 110% instead of 100%. They then keep suggest 1% higher until Peggy says 13 is an unlucky number. The driving scene ends with Hank miffed saying "just give it 112%."

At the game Bobby shows his inability to play baseball and Hank shows how overzealous he is about getting Bobby to play. Bobby gets hit with a ball when he's not paying attention giving set up for future events within the episode.

Hank Hill stops at the Mega Lo Mart for WD-40. Its not that important that I mention the WD-40. I just like the way he says Dubya Dee Fordy.

Two gossips see Hank interact with Buckley (who doesn't seem to recognize Hank, let alone where he even is in the store) along with Bobby who has a black eye following close behind him.

As Hank gets more and more frustrated with Buckley, Bobby begins swinging a cardboard tube around like a baseball bat. The gossips see Hank with his temper and wonder if he gave Bobby the black eye (theyre voiced by Nancy and Peggy without changing the voices even a little bit). Bobby swings the bat a little too close to some cans and knocks them over prompting Hank to scream YOU'RE FIRED (???? who gave Hank the authority???) at Buckley when he tells Hank that he'll have to pay for the damages.

The two gossips' words spread around and eventually get to the erroneously named Arlen County Child Protective Services (I suppose Heimlich County hasn't been established yet). And we're introduced to Anthony Page whos proportions make him look like he's in the wrong cartoon.

We cut back to hank and friends and Dale goes on his rant about Glo-Bal warming. He says we'll grow oranges in Alaska. Hank calls him a giblet head and tells Dale he'll hold him personally responsible if Texas gets any hotter in the summer. His anger is further pushed by a thumping noise.

Which we see is Bobby playing ball in the house while watching TV. He accidentally smacks his mother in the face with it when she pauses to lament about a man on TV who had botched surgery.

Bobby is once again throwing the ball in the house, enter the social worker, and Hank fixing his truck. The sound distracts Dale from pointing the flashlight correctly which then causes Hank to screw up and the hood of his car to fall on him and Dale runs off instead.

"Hank is as gentle as a lamb," says Peggy followed by Hank barging in, grabbing the baseball and throwing it screaming, "STOP BOUNCING THAT BALL!" Note: the ball zoomed past Mr. Page and into the street making a glass shattering noise. What glass he could have shattered at that angle I'm not quite sure of.

After Tony insinuates the bruise on Peggy's head was caused by the same ball they told him hit Bobby in the eye, he asks if Bobby is their only child. Peggy manages to tell this random dude about Hank's narrow urethra and Hank gets loud.

Our Italian alien looking friend tells Hank "Loud is not Allowed." This sets Hank off on a rant about how he works for a living as opposed to writing down nonsense. This is the first mention of Hank's job selling Propane and Propane Accessories.

Hank's face turns visibly red as talks about his tax dollars going to fund... CPS? I understand that twig boy is very much not doing any actual investigation and is completely biased but... come on now Hank? Chuld protective services?? Anyways Hank asks for some B.C. Headache Powder and a glass of water. He then proceeds to yell at Anthony again and threatens him to get out before he gives HIM a black eye. Not the best choice of words there Hank. Also both of these rants are set to the National Anthem for some reason.

Our self proclaimed hero of this story then goes on to interview neighbors about Hank. Starting with Dale who is interrupted by Nancy leaving to get a headache treatment from John Redcorn. "You've been going to that healer for 12 years and you still get headaches every night." Imagine getting dicked down roughly 4380 days in a row.

After Nancy leaves it goes back to our city slicker asking if Hank has ever hit his child which Dale explains that Bobby is his pride and joy because of his Narrow Urethra. Very interesting world where Dale knows Hank has a narrow urethra but not that his own wife is cheating on him. Joseph is introduced and the paper white boy does a double take as he's the spitting image of John Redcorn.

Boomhauer has mistaken the defunct social worker as??? Someone whos there to do something about a barking dog? Once again if not for the subtitles I'd be lost on what he's saying but what the hell is he talking about. Our pencil pusher backs away slowly.

Bobby and Joseph are trying to get pebbles into the exhaust of the truck in the next scene, impressively they make a few shots. Joseph asks to reassure that Hank does not in fact hit him and Bobby confirms that Hank is all Bark and proceeds to mock the propane salesman. Joseph proceeds to try and while he's making fake threats in Hank's voice our Valiant Savior overhears and somehow mistakes his voice to actually be Hank's....

Cut to the actual Hank and he's found Luanne's panties. They're very cute pink ones. Peggy calls Luanne in to Hank's protests and she comes in crying and expositions about her mother attempting to stab her father with a fork then being sent to jail. She says her trailer was tipped over but does not elaborate as to how. Although she does say it will be on a TV show! Kind of wish theyd make an episode out of that alone.

Hank assures Luanne as best he can and lets her know she can stay with them until her mom comes home. Hank offers to let her use power tools to style a wig that was also damaged in the process of the trailer being flipped over. This immediately calms Ms. Platter.

A doorbell is heard and the Hills (minus Luanne) answer the door to find Our Holy King making his return to try to get our Poor Abused Child to come outside and go live with a family in North Arlen (not even gonna try to find somewhere in a different town??) Hank tries to offer him Luanne instead. The social worker makes an effort to try to get Bobby to come with him but Bobby clearly doesn't care or want to go. Hank chases him away and even hits his car, Ladybird making her first appearance running with him and barking at Anthony.

Mr. Page is confronted by his boss about not having found any actual abuse but recommending state custody. He called the entire neighborhood redneck city to a man with a strong country accent, bruh. The boss asks him if he talked to the little league coach, WHICH THE BOSS KNOWS BY NAME (Harvey) and our Los Angeles boy is sweatin fierce.

Cut back to Hank and Peggy with their ears covered they come outside to BOBBY WITH A STOP SIGN HE CUT DOWN USING A DRILL THAT HE'S HITTING WITH A HAMMER??? How did he get a Fucking Stop Sign??? Hank immediately yells at Bobby about this and Bobby calmly states back that Hank can't yell at him or the state will take him away. This frustrates Hank but he does his best not to outburst again after Bobby picks up the stop sign and runs away dragging it behind him.

Once inside the house Bobby answers a call from CPS, they inform him the case has been dropped and our boy from L.A. will be heading back home. He chooses not to tell his parents instead opting to tell them it was a wrong number. After this scene the stop sign is never seen again 😔.

Hank apparently makes bacon and mayo sandwiches. Hold the bacon grease. No wait he adds the bacon grease back. Luanne comes into the kitchen and demonstrates that she knows more about cars than any of the guys as she has fixed his truck's problem: a clogged fuel line.

We cut to Hank outside the garage asking Bobby to plug in a power tool in the garage, Robert (with Joseph in tow) agrees and does so but also grabs the opener and starts opening and closing the door on his father. Hank begins to yell again and Bobby reminds him that it isn't proper adult-child conversation. Hank settles down a bit and through gritted teeth asks Bobby to return it to factory setting of down and walks away. Joseph is very pleased by this.

We then see a montage of similar things happening in succession. Bobby knocking a fence down with a bat, dressing ladybird up and taking pics of her on his mower, and finally spraying Hank with a hose. As he does this the Anthony's ex boss comes over and knocks on the door.

We cut over to Bobby in his bed making sound effects. He is informed by Peggy that the man came over and told them the investigation was off. Bobby says he likes his father better this way he can "make him love me even when I screw up" and Peggy asks if he really thinks that.

Peggy is shown going into the bedroom (not really sure if this is their bedroom... there is a picture of cotton on the wall [pre shin loss] and it doesn't look like their bedroom in future episodes) and she insists Hank vocally tell Bobby that he loves him. Hank explains that he can't do that "you know how I was raised" followed by a flashback of a young Hank and a shinless Cotton telling Hank not to cry about his knee scrape.

Hank heads out to the porch to talk to Bobby who is sitting on lawn furniture. And Hank stumbles over words trying to explain to Bobby that he cares for him. Bobby doesn't understand and Hank makes some weird voice cracking sound. "You.... family." Hank then, after little bit more stumbling, manages to blurt out "ILoveYouNoMatterWhatYouDo." And then offers food.

Bobby asks if he's not a disappointment and Hank assures him that he's proud of him and cares for him. He then play fights with Bobby and the city boy sees it and proclaims he was right but is cut off by another passenger and says "never mind." And the episode fades to black. Cue theme song.

The quoted line at the end of the episode is blank. This episode predates that tradition apparently.

Okay so now for some more of my own thoughts

I joked around a lot but I do see where the social worker is coming from on some level. He believed he was investigating a case of abuse. He just wasn't very smart about it. He really should have talked to the coach immediately after hearing about the baseball incident. Or literally anyone that could have been at the game that day. That's all it would have taken and he would have still have had a job. But it's a good thing he doesn't anymore because his own negligence could have separated a family.

I won't claim they're the most functional family. But if the most Hank does (up until this point, not gonna count that awful smoking ep just yet) is simply yell at Bobby then they're a much better family than I had growing up. Does Hank need to work on his anger issues? From this episode alone I'd say a solid Yes. He was a dick to a store employee which is very much not a cool thing to do. There was some justification in being angry at Bobby, I mean the kid tortured him at the end there, but he should have sought a better release than the one he had.

Overall I'd say this is a really good episode to start the series on, it's entertaining and funny and properly builds up the world.

#king of the hill #koth #hank hill #dale gribble #bill dauterive #luanne platter #peggy hill #bobby hill #long post

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Do It For A Dollar (au / 1.5k words / college student!cas / actor!dean)

Prompt 18 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @breathingdestiel

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The warm heat of the New York summer clings to Castiel as he walks along to his favourite coffee shop. (It’s his favourite for one simple reason - it’s cheap and he’s a broke college student.)

Despite the air conditioning of the shop welcoming him in when he arrives, Castiel decides to take a seat under the awning outside. As a student, struggling to pay for college, and all the other costs that come with simply being alive, Castiel has to find entertainment in the smaller things in life. One such entertainment is buying a coffee and sitting, just watching people go by.

It’s a beautiful day outside so there’s plenty of people for Castiel to flit his eyes over as they walk past, going about their days. He’ll likely never see them again and that thought alone fascinates him immensely. The idea that your life can seem so huge and overwhelming and yet there’s seven billion of them walking around the planet at this moment. Seven billion perspectives.

Castiel’s eyes follow a bobbing balloon, clutched in the hand of a small child babbling to his mother. As the balloon disappears out of eye shot, Castiel’s focus is snapped to what looks like a couple of trailers pulling up and some guys with cameras jumping out. It looks as though they’re filming something across the street.

That was something Castiel had found it odd getting used to about living in New York. There was always some movie or show being filmed around the city. If he didn’t see it himself, he always heard about it. He’s at college to study film after all.

He squints against the beating sun, to try to get a better look. People watching is sure to get a whole lot better if the people he is watching are celebrities.

A couple of minutes pass and Castiel is starting to lose hope that he’s actually going to see anything before he leaves. He’s just about to get up from his seat when he chances a glance across the street again.

It seems something must be starting as there’s a rather hyper looking man holding a microphone and talking into a camera. The man must be introducing someone as he suddenly holds out an arm to bring someone into shot.

Oh god, it’s Dean Winchester! That man is a legend in film and he’s only thirty. Castiel had been hoping that they’d study some Dean’s movies and performances in his classes. There is so emotion Dean can’t portray with intense accuracy and believability. His latest movie was a heart-wrenching story in which he played a monster hunter who fell in love with his angel best friend, only for them to be ripped away from each other in a scene that left Castiel breathless.

The man with the microphone is now shouting things at people on the street, while Dean seems to just be standing next to him. Castiel can’t quite make out what the man is saying but members of the public seem to be bewildered and are walking away quickly from the mad man - Castiel can’t say he blames them.

Both men suddenly pick up the pace, jogging down the street until they stop abruptly and a microphone gets put in another strangers’ face. This person looks confused until they do a double-take and spot Dean. Finally, Castiel thinks, everyone should know who Dean is. The stranger says something that makes Dean throw his head back with a belt of laughter.

Gosh, that man is truly beautiful. Castiel doesn’t imagine they’ll come over to his side of the street and he is definitely much too nervous to pretend to casually cross the street as if he had no idea what is happening there. Instead, he decides that, if Dean is still around after they finish filming whatever this is, he’ll pluck up the courage to go over and say hi. (To brag about it in class tomorrow, if nothing else.)

“Would you kiss Dean Winchester for a dollar?!!?” Castiel hears the hyper man’s voice shout to the next unsuspecting member of the public. He snorts to himself. There’s no doubt, he would do a lot more with Dean for a lot less than a dollar, if given the chance.

Whatever game the two men seem to be playing carries on for a while longer. Castiel sits and watches them film for a while, plans to leave forgotten in favour of watching Dean.

Dean looks like a nice person. When the microphone man shouts at people and even pushes some away, Dean always makes sure to catch them before they leave and give them a hug or handshake. And Castiel can’t help it every time Dean laughs, he lets out a little laugh too, though he covers his mouth so the people enjoying their coffee around him don’t think he’s strange.

Eventually, it looks like filming is winding down. The camera guy drops his camera from his shoulder and walks off back to one of the trailers. Now the spotlight is off him, the mad man’s energy has left him and he’s just taking in quiet tones with Dean. They must be saying goodbye because Dean claps a hand on the guy’s shoulder and shakes his hand before heading towards the trailers too.

Castiel drinks the final drops of his coffee and Dean doesn’t return. Figuring he’s missed his chance to say hi to Dean (not that he’d have worked up the courage anyway), Castiel picks up his things and throws his coffee cup in the trash. At least, he got to see one of his favourite actors in the flesh, not many people can say that. Plus, he couldn’t stay for longer, he’d already spent too much on coffee to keep his seat outside, which wasn’t good for his student budget.

Compared to the walk to the coffee shop earlier that day, the weather is now cooler under the setting sun and Castiel relishes the reprieve from the heat. His mind begins to wander to other things, mostly his new short film he’s got to work on for school.

Just as he’s about to cross at the end of the street, he hears someone shout from behind him.

“Wait!”

Castiel frowns and turns to quickly look over his shoulder, though he’s not actually expecting the person to be shouting to him.

Only, when his eyes fall onto the source of the voice, they immediately go wide in shock.

Dean Winchester is standing in front of him, green eyes filled with… nerves?

“Uh,” Dean says, as if he wasn’t expecting Castiel to actually turn around, “I noticed you watching us film from across the street. And I guess I just wanted to say that you look cute when you’re laughing. You shouldn’t hide it.”

When Castiel’s brain finally decides to reboot itself, he replies. “I was only trying to hide it because I didn’t want to look like an idiot.”

“I’m sure you could never do that, man.” Dean says, a small smile creeping at the corner of his mouth.

Castiel blushes and looks down at the pavement.

A comfortable, happy silence falls on them.

But then, Castiel frowns when he sees Dean reach into his back pocket. He tilts his head in confusion. The confusion doesn’t clear when Dean pulls out a dollar.

Castiel gives Dean a questioning look.

Dean clears his throat and holds out the dollar to Castiel. “Would you kiss Dean Winchester for a dollar?”

Castiel makes an unattractive snort of laughter at Dean’s gesture. He places his hand over Dean’s and gently pushes it away.

“I don’t need a dollar to want to kiss you, Dean.” He whispers, finding courage from the kind eyes Dean is showing him. “Plus, it’s a little crowded on this street, and people are starting to watch.” He flicks his eyes around them where some people have started taking their phones out to film Dean Winchester talking to this random guy on the street.

Dean deflates slightly under the attention.

“But,” Castiel says and notices Dean brighten up again, “if you wanted to find somewhere more private and, perhaps, put that dollar towards dinner, maybe we could talk a little more about that kiss.”

Dean’s smile could rival the beaming summer sun.

* * *

Two years later, Billy Eichner (turns out shouty microphone guy had a name, who knew?) presents them with a gift at their wedding.

Unbeknownst to them until that moment, some of the crew had noticed Dean run after Castiel on the day they met and they’d filmed what they could from afar.

All their guests chuckle when they see Dean try to offer Castiel a dollar to kiss him. Dean groans and hides his face in Castiel’s neck. Castiel runs a comforting hand down Dean’s back.

“In your defence, it was incredibly adorable.” Castiel says.

“Ugh”, Dean groans, “that doesn’t help, Cas.” He lifts his head to look at Castiel in the eyes, pouting like a sulking child.

Castiel smiles at his grumpy husband, and places a soothing kiss to his lips.

Yes. He definitely didn’t need a dollar to do that for the rest of his life.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it Ivana! Sorry it took so long, I had a whole other idea before this but scrapped it because I couldn’t make it work lmao

If you’re not familiar with ‘Billy On The Street’ go look it up on YouTube. It’s hilarious.

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(let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from the tag list, we don’t have to be mutuals!)

#destiel #destiel fic #destielfanficnet #dean winchester #castiel #myfic #fluff #au #1k #collegeau #actor!dean #student!cas #prompt fill #quite happy with this one #might do a time stamp or two for this one #just like the little universe i've created #also notice the deancas s15 reference #because i'm in full clown mode

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00Q fic rec list 2.0

MAY 2020

Big ass rec list of my favorite 00q reads. I know I missed some, I’ll update it when I find the missing fics in the depth of my notes.

Had to censor some words so the post would appear in the tag. edit: it won’t anyway.

Not sorted in any order.

the “oh, dear.” category

Sigh No More by dhampir72 Lay It Down by dhampir72 Ulysses by girlbookwrm A Garden Inclosed,by 3littleowls, beaubete (AU) Danger Zone by soufflegirl91 Ondine by beaubete (mermaid AU) We Lost the Rulebook by midrashic A Matter of Convenience by junetangerine (culuyetille) (Alpha/Beta/Omega) come a lily, come a lilac by pdameron (florist!Q) Ordinary Numbers by Bootsnblossom, Kyptaria

Alternate Universe

Witch’s Blood by marlowe_tops (witch!q, knight!bond) A Companion’s Choice by marlowe_tops (Firefly verse, domb/subq) A Jewel in Callused Hands by therunawaypen (royalty AU, prince Q, king Bond) Where you are by dhampir72 (Alpha/Beta/Omega) Walk the Stars by marlowe_tops (alien!Q, astronaut!Bond, soulmates) Human Error by jabberwock (AI!Bond) something has scarcely begun by pdameron (Pride&Prejudice) The Courtship of Mr. Bond by marlowe_tops (Pride&Prejudice) Pastels by thevinespeaketh (Q is Bond’s civilian roommate) i’ll give you my jacket, i’ll give you my heart by andfinallywearehome (college) Just a moment of your time by releasetheglitch (college) Heaven of a Human Spirit by ProblemWithTrouble (highschool) My thoughts, My heart, My soul by varjoruusu (soulmates) A most peculiar way by beaubete (astronaut!Bond) Name on My Skin by the runawaypen The Inevitability of Time by dhampir72 (soulmates) bloom in my skin, echo in my soul by Areiton (soulmates) Of Teashops and Valentines by dracoroxy (coffeeshop) lay them down by lincesque (guardian angel) Only Style by beaubete (fashion magazine) fate in mysterious ways by wintervioleteye (short different first meeting) With Neither Talent nor Taste for Peace by lonerofthepack (Royalty AU Q is the quartermaster and a god Bond is a knight) Who Among the Waves can I Name ? by 3littleowls (mermaid Q) the body electric by 8611 (cyborg Q) E.L.F Division by Kryptaria (elf Q) fate in mysterious ways by wintervioleteye (met before) Mr. MI6 by beaubete (different meeting) Hellcat by SvengoolieCat (cat!bond, no slash)

Humor/cute shit/fluff

there’s love to be had by pdameron people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron Dramatic Arts by scioscribe So If You Give by TheCatOnTheMoon million dollar question by skylights A modest proposal by Tokyo_the_Glaive I don’t take your pleasure for granted by CatchClaws please stay by pinknamjoon Name on my skin by therunawaypen You Got it Bad by silverynight Master of seduction by silverynight Let Love In by dhampir72 A modest proposal by Tokyo_the_Glaive Fixing Connections by beginte Silence is Wiser by crowgirl Of Teashops and Valentines by dracoroxy please stay by pinknamjoon Long Overdue by vix_spes Waiting Game by dracoroxy (post-SPECTRE) It’s a Date by Castillon02 (fluff) The Present by beaubete Do You Hear What I Hear ? Because Nobody Needs To Hear That, 007 by soufflegirl91 luck might play a part by tsunegawa different tastes by tsunegawa I Missed You by VarjoRuusu Cheesecake by Jen (ConsultingWriters) Kissing by mikkary On Her Majesty’s Secret Sandmon by soufflegirl91 Q Branch Professionalism by castillon02 Trust You by SolarMorrigan Holding Out for A Hero by christinefromsherwood, soufflegirl91 blm-plm blp by christinefromsherwood91 (kidq no slash) Re:Bond’s Latest Cock Up by soufflegirl91

Pining/angst with happy ending

as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron Remember me by Jen (ConsultingWriters) Favours by dhampir72 Trifles by LysandreandHermia Lit Up by IrishWitch58 I could stand another day by vials Loneliness is a disease by fairyjimjam just like old times (please, don’t ever change) by Rosslyn Bittersweet by dr_girlfriend Missed chances by cherrygoldlove a strange cowardice by voculae the last time you’ll say no by dragon_rider As if a Phantom Caress’d me by ketonicoxygen Half a World Away by vials Always you by lemonsorbae All Is Full of Love by 3littleowls Tell the truth and nothing but the truth by fairyjimjam Out of sight by epistolic The perks of Constancy by bimmyou Honeytrap by beaubete Fidelity by marlowe_tops the hand i want to hold forever (is yours) by dhampir72

the og 00Q quarantine fic

deserves a category of its own

some guys just can’t hold their arsenic, by pdameron

PWP

Satin and Lace by dhampir72,procoffeinating (subq wears lingerie) By no Ordinary Means of Communication by laughtershock (q gets plugged for a meeting) Gloria in excelsis by feelslikefire (glory/ hole) Resource sharing by rsadelle (Alec/Bond/Q, double p/netration) Afire, by beaubete (Alpha/Beta/Omega) Smooth Q by earlybloomingparentheses (cross/dressing) Inside You by thepeskyunicorn A Means to an End by beaubete (f/f) The Bet by nightingalesang Qsturbation by releasetheglitch Blown Away by prince_benji Black Cherry by DoraTLG (domb/subq) After Hours by DoraTLG (domb/subq) Ace (series) by DoraTLG (domb/subq) Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me by dragonfire1603 Such Selfish Prayers, I Can’t Get Enough by dragonfire1603 Measure for Measure by whiskyandoldspice (<3) Pirate!00q series The Body Electric by beaubete (cyborg Q) Plug It In by badwoldbadwolf (Alec/Bond/Q) Obedience (series) by badwolfbadwolf (Alec/Bond/Q) Hidden Things by badwolfbadwolf (plug with tail) Werewolves and Other Tales (series) by badwolfbadwolf Trust by badwolfbadwolf (domb/subq, s/hibari) Inside You by thepeskyunicorn (c/ock warming) Plush by beaubete Taste by beaubete (r/imming) Sweet as by beaubete (virginity k/ink) Tonight, 3 by beaubete (voy/eurism) Love in your body by ohfreckle (bj, face f/ucking) Just There by Villain Treat by thepeskyuniform (bli/ndfold, sp/anking) When You Wish by beaubete (fairy q) smash and grab by freakylemurcat (bj) Sigh No More by ohfreckle

P with plot

Listening In by badwolfbadwolf (voy/eurism and pining!) Bound by Bootsnblossoms, Kryptaria (s/hibari, domb/subq) Photogenic by beaubete (q has an er/otic blog)

#00q #00q fic rec #james bond #long post

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inviouswriting · 2 years

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obey me ask meme answered

Decided to answer the rest of them!

Lucifer - what’s something you’re proud of? How far I’ve come since 2016. If I were to explain all the things that happened, y’all would wonder how I am alive. I stand a bit stronger each day, scarred and sometimes I just want to curl up on myself but I’m still here.

Mammon - if you won a million dollars, what’s the first thing you’d do? Get out of debt.... like seriously. Then pretty much go back into schooling to aim for something better than working week to week to just afford basic needs.

Leviathan - favorite game (video, board, or card)? Already answered!

Satan - favorite genre(s) to read? I’m a very picky reader... but I tend to read alot of horror and certain books that have unique premises to them. They have to stand out...

Asmo - favorite thing to do for self care? If I can afford it usually.. I do like to go to a spa, but if not.. then I settle with showers usually.

Beel - favorite food? Indian food.

Belphie - favorite position to sleep in? on my side.

Diavolo - what’s something that never fails to make you smile? Animals...

Barbatos - who is someone you look up to? I’m not sure anymore. I use to have people but now I became my own “someone.”

Solomon - if you could have any super power, what would it be and why? To learn things easier. or flight.

Simeon - what’s something you’re good at? Writing.

Luke - dogs or cats? What’s your favorite breed? for dogs... I like my friend’s dog that’s a cavalier charles king spaniel. Cute ones, for cats.. I like black cats. Adorable little balls of abyss and claws.

Peacock - what’s your sense of style? Comfortable.

Crow - if you could fly anywhere right now, where would you go and why? Visit people I haven’t seen in years.

Sea Serpent - would you rather be able to breathe underwater or walk on water? Breathe underwater.

Unicorn - favorite fic trope(s)? Already answered!

Scorpion - what’s something people always first assume about you? I’m intimidating. I’m either standoffish to others or they’re just intimidated by me. But usually the people that say this, are the ones who want to try and manipulate me and can’t.

Fly - what’s something that you’re attracted to? Kindness.

Cow - do you prefer the city or the country? Somewhere in between... sub-urban? Where I am now.

Lion - when people first meet you, do they think you’re mean or sweet? Usually sweet but they also find me intimidating x.x

Owl - what is the wisest/smartest thing you’ve ever done? Leave my abuser.

Crab - what should people do if you’re in a bad mood? Just let me pull out of it.

Horse - do you make friends easily? Why or why not? I don’t make friends that easy actually, it takes a while to open up to others even more to keep people once they realize how damaged I am.

Cerberus - which of the main four earth elements would you want to bend? Water.

Little D. No. 2 - what’s something you’re good at? Thought I was seeing double on this question, but singing.

Ruri-Chan - do you like to sing, dance, or act? If so, why? Dance and sing. I will only do them alone though.

Mephistopheles - do you like gossip or drama (real or fake)? If so, what’s the juiciest gossip you got? 👀 I prefer fake drama rather than real. I hate it when people tend to gossip about others and their speculations are wrong.

Dantalion - what’s something you’re passionate about? Bats.

Michael - what’s something sweet you like? Chocolate...

Princess’ Poison Apple - favorite (Disney) movie? Hocus Pocus.

Instant Noodles - spicy or sweet? Sweet.

Spicy Rainbow Pizza - favorite color to wear? Black.

Red Apple Pie - favorite holiday? Halloween.

Wicked Cupcake - favorite dessert? ice cream.

Human World Cheeseburger - would you rather live in the human world, the devildom, or the Celestial Realm? Devildom... seems more free to be in.

Family Pack Sushi - do you like sharing your space or would you rather be alone? I like living alone, but wouldn’t mind a house full of demons or angels.

Barbatos’s Tea - hot tea, un/sweet tea, or coffee? Both.. SWEET.

Madam Scream’s Macarons - favorite candy flavor? Green apple.

Barbatos’s Signature Cake - what do you like to make for other people? charms.

Paradise Blue - where do you want to go on vacation? Somewhere warm and pleasant.

Unidentified Matter - are you good at cooking? Yes I am. I was actually taught how to cook well by someone.

#ask meme answered

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Une Premiere | Ju Haknyeon (The Boyz Christmas Series)

La Joie De Noel Series.

'Une Premiere' : A First, included in the expression ‘That’s a first’.

In which you and Haknyeon go on a first date on Christmas Eve.

things to know: - moelleux au chocolat : molten chocolate cake. It has a liquidy chocolate sauce inside.

I dedicate this story to: @atbzkingdom , Dee, thank you for always bringing me comfort and for always having my back. Being friends with you on Tumblr has helped me so much this year and I wanted to write this fic for you as a gift. So I hope you like it <3

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The warmth of Haknyeon’s hand on yours was burning through your palm and making it sweat bullets even though the cold was busy biting at the rest of your body.

You were surprised that he hadn’t pulled away in disgust yet. Your mind was internally screaming at you: you had one job Y/N, and that was not to make a fool of yourself!

You wouldn’t have been in such a state if not for the sudden inclination of such events tumbling one after another so that they left you feeling dizzy with euphoria, in a mess of feelings that made you want to squirm in place.

When Haknyeon had proposed to you that it was about time you’d had a first date with him -- he had confessed his feelings a few weeks ago and ever since there was this unknown, unspoken feeling that teetered between the two of you as though you were constantly balanced on a plate about to crash at any moment -- you had agreed wholeheartedly without thinking twice about the consequences that followed.

Like right now, when you were practically unable to function because he’d intertwined his fingers with yours like it was the most normal thing he could’ve done.

You wondered whether he could hear the way your heart seemed to palpitate within your chest like a ping pong ball.

Y/N you loser. Get a grip.

The Christmas Eve market was bustling with people and shining with lights that were strung, multi-coloured LEDs adorning the pedestrian cobblestone and turning the scene in a fairytale wonderland. You could hear music, Christmas jingles that floated through the air, and managed to somewhat relax despite your initial nervousness around the said young man.

"Oh look, they have Christmas cookies,” Haknyeon tugged you along to one of the stands where a multitudes of red, green and white Christmas cookies were displayed for the occasion.

“Three for five dollars!” The girl beamed while handing out samples.

“Woah it’s good,” your eyes rounded in surprise as you looked at Haknyeon, who chuckled at your expression, “we could buy some for your grandma. She likes Christmas cookies doesn’t she?”

His thoughtfulness for your own grandmother made your heart soften. He was so considerate that you wondered how someone as angelic as Haknyeon could walk this earth.

Precisely one of the reasons why you’d fallen for him so hard.

After thanking the cookie seller and stuffing one of her Christmas cookies boxes in your bag, you followed the string of people down the line of stands filled with various Christmas-themed items; decorations for sale, gift ideas already wrapped up in their respective bags, food items that would make good appetizers for your own family dinner if you hadn’t already prepared anything.

"Oh my gosh they’re all so pretty!” You couldn’t stop yourself from exclaiming as you crouched along the row with barely restrained excitement thrumming through your veins, “what do you think? Look at this one!” you held out a glittering gold angel silhouette, “your sister would love that.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately she’s at that stage where she likes to shove everything in her mouth, edible or not,” Haknyeon grumbled softly, causing you to giggle as you tried to hang it off his ear.

He eyed you with amusement, “Do I look like Christmas tree material?”

"More like boyfriend material,” the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them, though he just burst out laughing before tugging you closer to drop a kiss at your temple, “you’re so cute.”

Face burning with heat at his bold action, you tried your best not to show your embarrassment, which proved to be useless since he noted the way you ducked your head away and how your hands seemed to pick at your nails in that adorable way of yours whenever you weren’t sure of what you should be doing.

Deciding to warm yourselves up, you decided to stop by one of the cozy coffee shops that sold only Chocolate-themed desserts. Haknyeon’s excitement doubled when you confessed you’d never actually been to this place, quickly whipping the menu from your hands and promising that this was going to change your life forever.

“You’re in for the biggest surprise of your life,” he stated upon spotting the waitress making her way to your table. You had not failed to notice, in all this flurry of excitement, that his hand had entangled once more if yours under the table and was now currently rubbling circles over your palm.

You hoped that your face didn’t betray the way your heart was racing about hundred miles an hour.

“Y/N,” he probably noticed your expressions, “you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” oh shit. Were you that obvious? “so what’s so special about that place anyway?”

“I’ll tell you later,” and his hand squeezed yours softly, almost making you gasp at his tenderness.

A few minutes later your table was filled with a moelleux au chocolat and a macha-dark chocolate infused crepe garnished with bananas and snow sugar, accompanied by two hot macha lattes decorated with foamy little kittens.

Haknyeon didn’t hesitate to feed you, even folding the crepe nicely so that there was no need for you to open your mouth wide. Though you made a face at being babied (especially in public), he just insistently kept on urging you until you gave in.

“Good?” he tilted his head, watching you with affection practically brimming through the corners of his eyes.

You nodded, taking a quick sip of your latte and sighing in bliss, “okay, you win. This is really good.”

“Told you it would.”

You cut into the moelleux as the chocolate oozed out of the cake, a delicious sight really. You reached over the table, “your turn now.”

Haknyeon accepted your offered fork though from the reddish tips of his ears, he was just as embarrassed as you were. This was the first time you two were out in public, officially anyway. Still, you couldn’t help but coo at how cute he was.

“I’m not cute,” he scowled while unable to keep the grin off his face, “you’re the cute one in the relationship.”

“That’s debatable,” you take another bite of the crepe, “have you seen yourself?”

“Actually I have, and I disagree with you.”

Without warning, he reached over to pinch your cheek, “look at you, so adorable,” he said, laughing as you swatted him away.

It was getting closer to midnight by the time you two hopped off the last night bus to walk towards your house, the streets alight with golden hues cast by the light posts and the snow that bathed the entire scenery in magic. A muffled silence rang through your ears, only interrupted by the soft stomping of your boots up your porch as you looked up and perceived the darkness coming from your humble abode, meaning that everyone was already asleep and no prying eyes would be peeping out at you.

Haknyeon’s grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly when you finally reached your door. Turning to meet his gaze, a small smile tilted your lips upwards when you are met with his eyes that seem to shine brighter than the snowflakes falling to the earth.

“I had a lot of fun today,” you murmur out, scared that speaking too loudly would break the magical bubble you’ve created with Haknyeon by your side, “thank you.”

"Would you...” he tilted his head to the side, eyes averting for a second before locking with yours once more, “would you be okay to do this again?”

You knew it was eating him up on the inside, but you decide to drag it out of him, pressing your lips and drawing out a hum as if you were thinking it over.

Haknyeon just shuffled uncomfortably, glad that the darkness was hiding the red flush creeping up his neck.

“Sure,” you grinned then, “why not? I quite liked it--”

And that was when you spotted a gleaming sliver of leaf atop Haknyeon’s head. Your mind stuttered to a stop, heart jumping up through your throat.

“What?” Haknyeon frowned at your shocked face, before tilting his head up. You scrambled to stop him, “don’t!--”

Too late. He gaped at the mistletoe hanging atop his head, blinking slowly.

And when his head dipped back down slowly to gaze at you, something in his eyes had shifted. His orbs a darker, glimmering obsidian as he seemed to trace your features for a full minute.

Silence. You wondered whether he could hear how your heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.

“It’s just a petty tradition,” you finally found your voice and hoped you didn’t sound so desperate as you struggled to string a coherent sentence together, “I mean, really. Think about it--”

But he only tugged you closer, causing your words to die in the back of your throat as he leaned down so that his nose brushed yours softly, “should we just...” he gave you a look, hesitantly licking his lips and making you swallow, “humour it?”

It felt like all air had constricted inside your lungs so that no words could make their way out of your mouth. He was so close, chest brushing yours and his hand entangled with your own in a firm grasp that had goosebumps skitter up along your arm.

Your head dipped into a nod.

Haknyeon’s sigh was shaky. His other hand softly skimmed along your waist to pull you closer still, before he tilted his head and softly, tenderly allowed his lips to touch yours.

Your heart skipped a beat. He was so warm. His lips so soft.

It was impossible not to melt slightly.

When it was clear that you had no intentions of pushing him away, Haknyeon proceeded to pull you even closer so that your curves blended into his frame, causing your lips to part with a soft gasp, one that he swallowed as he proceeded to kiss you a little deeper, a little longer. He massaged your lips with his own plush ones, catching your lip, kissing it, before going to your lower lip and letting his teeth nibble on the patch of skin with growing endearment. The sensation had sparks fly through your chest, butterflies practically rocking through your body as your lips gently moved back against his, as shyly as a baby fawn taking its first steps and Haknyeon would be lying to say that his own heart hadn’t leapt in excitement at how innocent you were, at the purity of your kiss, your lips.

When you parted, it was only to come up for air and he took this chance to run his thumb over your lower lip in adoration.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he breathed, nuzzling the side of your face before burying his nose into your hair.

Your hands wound around him in a gentle hug and you closed your eyes, allowed yourself to feel his warmth encircle you, “merry christmas Hak.”

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HoneyBird

** SMUT 18 OVER ONLY**

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SYNOPSIS:

Y/N is set up on a blind date by her best friend. When the date goes horribly wrong and she’s rescued by a gorgeous Brit she can’t get him off her mind

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“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

- Maya Angelou

“How long has it been since you’ve had fun?” I looked up from the small cafe menu meeting the inquisitive gaze of my best-friend Sierra Parker. Her dark eyebrows furrowed over her bright blue eyes, raven black hair falling from behind her ear as she leaned across the small table. “And by fun I mean...” She looked down towards my lap as her thin lips upturned in a smirk.

“Sierra Parker, what would your mother say.” I gasped, grabbing the nearby napkin, laying it across my lap as if to add another layer of protection from her wandering eyes.

“She’d say Y/F/N Y/L/N when was the last time you got a good fuck.” My mouth dropped open as my best friend smirked triumphantly as the man sitting at the table across from us raised his eyebrow, ears pricking as he listened to our conversation. I leant forward on the table leaning down so I could hiss at her.

“Firstly, keep your voice down.” I sat up a little, elbows pressed on the dark stained timber. “Have you always been so loud?”

“Since the day you met me.” She chuckled leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “But I’m serious, when was the last time you let a guy anywhere near your bedroom or got tied to another guys bed?”

“Who wants to be tied to someone else's bed?”

“Haven’t you watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s a whole new world out there.” She pushed her hair behind her ears. “So how long has it been? Three, four months?” She bit down on her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. Being friends with Sierra for as long as I had, gave me an insight into her ticks. When she felt guilty over something she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“What have you done?”

“Why do you think I’ve done something?” I watched her, eyebrow-raising in question. As the seconds ticked by Sierra began to look more guilty. Her lips turned into an awkward smile, something that happened only when she’d done something she knew she shouldn’t. “Alright fine.” Sierra held her hands up in a false surrender. “There’s a guy at Hudson’s work, Martin...”

“No.”

“And he’s seen your picture on Hudson’s Instagram.”

“No. I refuse to be the girl who her friends feel ’needs’ to be set up. I don’t even want a relationship.”

“And he asked Hudson if he could set something up, and Hudson said yes.” Sierra talked over me.

“Well, your fiancé has a lot of explaining to do with Martin then.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at my best friend anger rushing through my veins.

“Look, Hudson said we’d be going out for drinks tonight, and invited Martin to join us.” Sierra beamed. “Like a double date kind of thing.”

“Sierra,”

“Look, Y/N you don’t have to fuck him. You don’t even need to kiss him but what you do need is a bit of F-U-N...” Sierra Parker had always been crass when it came to matters of sex and bed-related matters. “Please do it for me. Hudson and I haven’t been out in a long time because of wedding planning, and this gives us the reason to have a fun night out fuelled by alcohol.” Sierra pleaded. I didn’t reply. “I’ll buy all your drinks.” She added a final hail mary prayer.

“Fine, but this is the last time you get to set me up.”

“This is the first time I’ve set you up.”

“Great, then it’ll be easy to break the habit.” I looked out the cafe window, the sun was begging to set over New York.

“When are we meeting them?” Sierra looked down at her watch.

“Half-an-hour.”

“This is why you told me to dress up.” Sierra chuckled slyly.

“Couldn’t risk you turning up in sweatpants.”

“There is nothing wrong with sweatpants.”

“There is when we’re trying to get someone to potentially remove the sweat pants from your body Y/N.”

“Must you be so crass, Sierra?” Sierra’s smile dropped, she leant forward on the table once more. Sincerity filled her eyes.

“Y/N, you’ve been my best friend since I was sixteen, I just want to see you smile, and be happy again.”

“I am happy Sierra.” I sat up straighter. “Thank you for caring enough to set up this date.” I tried to push out any thoughts of the forthcoming disaster. “Where is it all happening?” Sierra stood and grabbed her purse, pulling it over her shoulder.

“The Lucky, just around the corner. I’ll just go to the bathroom then we can leave?”

“Sure.” I nodded my head and watched her stand up and walk towards the cafe’s restrooms. As she left I caught a glance of myself in the reflection of the window. I probably looked like a lunatic as I studied myself, my hair was a dull brown, cut short to my shoulders, a far cry from the length it had been six months ago. Even though I couldn’t make them out I knew my eyes, also looked dull and lifeless as they stared back at me. I sat struggling to connect... to recognise the girl staring back at me even though her actions mirrored my own, her features a copy of my own. I knew it was me physically but mentally, she just looked lost.

“Ready?” I looked away from the window, Sierra had returned a fresh coat of red lipstick applied. “It’s Hudson’s favourite colour.” She shrugged. “And one of us needs to get laid tonight.” Her eyes turned dark as she teased me.

“Well, we better get you to Hudson then before it rubs off.” I fished ten dollars out of my pocket, dropping it on the table to pay for our finished coffees. I looked down at myself, suddenly insecure with my appearance. “Do I look alright?” I was suddenly aware that I’d be on a date in a matter of minutes, and even if I didn’t want to go I didn’t want to look horrible. “If I’d know it was a date...”

“You wouldn’t have come.” She countered, eyes running over me as I pulled at my denim skirt before tying a knot in my white t-shirt.

“You look cute. You’ve got this “I’m a badass, you don’t know what’s coming for you Martin’ look down.” She glanced over me once more, nodding her head. “Yeah. I really like it.” A smile pulled at my lips.

“Thanks.” I picked up my purse and motioned to the door. “Shall we?” Sierra held out her arm, giggling as I looped my own through.

“We shall.” As we walked Sierra filled me in on everything she knew about Martin. Hair colour; Black. Eye colour; Blue. Hometown; New Jersey. It seemed weird that neither Sierra or Hudson had ever mentioned Martin before tonight but up until three months ago I’d been adamant about not meeting any new people. So when Sierra saw her chance, I guess she jumped at it.

“Have you ever been here before?” I looked around, as we walked down the street. A sign for ‘The Lucky’ shining brightly ahead of us like a looming thunder cloud.

“Never.” Sierra shook her head. “But, Hudson knows a lot of guys who hang out here, and the bar across the road.” She pointed across the road. “See that place, InkBird.” I squinted my eyes nodding my head. “Next to that book store, ‘The Lair’.” My eyes locked on to the sign. “Behind that, there’s another bar, you have to go through InkBird to get there, so it’s kind of like a hidden bar. Hudson always complains that the guys only decide to go there once’s he’s on his way home.” We stopped in front of The Lucky, facing across the road looking right at InkBird.

“Well, maybe tonight he’ll finally get to see it.” I quipped before spinning on my heel. “C’mon, let’s go find Prince Charming.” I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. As soon as I stepped inside I couldn’t help but feel a bubble of excitement build in my stomach. I stopped taking a moment to look around. The walls were a whitewashed brick all over, neon lights hung randomly throughout. A line of booths ran along the far wall, to the left of them a long bar, off to the corner was a pool table. The crowd seemed to be a mix of college students and younger working professionals. Either way, everyone seemed to be looking for a way to wind down. “Can you seed Hudson anywhere?” I asked looking around for the six-foot tall man who was responsible for all of this.

“No. Maybe we should go sit down and wait for him.” Sierra grabbed onto my hand and pulled me over to the back wall, sliding into one of the booths. “He should be here by now.” She pulled out her phone to text him. I looked over the crowd. Eyes scouting for Hudson. “He said he’s at the bar.” I spun, looking towards the bar.

“There.” Sierra smiled pointing. I followed her finger, finding Hudson quickly.

“Who's he with?” I studied the man who stood across from Hudson, engaged in deep conversation. I turned to face Sierra. “Have you met him before?” I turned back, studying him again. He looked as though he was twenty-eight, standing with both his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his black skinny jeans. I let my eyes run over his body, drinking in his features. Starting with the ink that covered his right arm where little space of bare skin remained untouched by the intricate tattoo’s wrapping around the exposed muscle. My eyes drifted up over his torso and to his face. He has a sharp jawline, standing out prominent, his cheeks tanned, and covered with days worth of stubble. His eyes were big and round, childlike almost, bushy eyebrows following the curve of his brow bone. His nose appeared to have been broken before as it loomed over a pair of smirking lips. His hair was a dark brown and styled into a presentable quiff. I was unable to stop myself from looking back at his eyes, where to my surprise he was already looking at me. Feeling my cheeks redden I looked down to the table trying to calm myself.

“His name’s George MacKay, Hudson’s know him for a while.” Sierra shrugged. Eyes moving away from me, and a smile tugging on her lips. “Hi, baby.” Hudson sat beside her, arm wrapping around her shoulders. He left a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Hey Y/N.” Hudson smiled. “You excited to meet Martin?” Hudson’s kind smile turned into a smirk.

“Ecstatic,” I mumbled eyes turning to slits as I glared him down. “Is he here yet?” I looked around, eyes finding George’s again as he threw his head back and laughed.

“Not yet.” I turned back, eyes meeting Sierra’s. “He’s going to be here soon though. He’s excited to meet you.” Hudson pulled Sierra into him.

“You two are going to get along so well, I just know it.” Sierra smiled at me.

I wish I could say the date went perfectly, and the minute I saw Martin I fell head over heels in love, and before I knew it we ended up in bed together and lived happily ever after, but as the night wore on, and the date dragged on there was one thing missing.

“I thought you said he couldn’t wait to meet me,” I whined drunkenly as I waved my empty glass around. I’d forgotten how easily I got drunk these days and by my second scotch, I was already into tipsy Y/N territory.

“He couldn’t.” Hudson chimed. “It’s not like Martin to stand up a girl.”

“Martin seems like a jerk.” I huffed slamming my glass on the table frowning. “Oh Hudson, I’m not excited to meet her. She looks great. Blah, Blah, BLAH.” I rolled my eyes.

“He didn’t seem like one at the office. I’m really sorry Y/N.” Hudson sighed. “I’ll go get us another drink.” He picked up our empties and walked off towards the bar. My head was fuzzy as I turned to my best friend.

“What’s wrong with me?” I whined.

“Nothings wrong with you. He’s just a shitty guy.”

“Then why was I stood up?” I lent across the table staring at her intently waiting for her to say something, anything that would make sense why this guy, who was so excited to meet me. Would bail, without any notice.

“Maybe because your ‘date’ couldn’t handle how stunningly beautiful you are, and he freaked out at the prospect of being in your company.” A thick English accented voice made my eyes widened in surprise. “But that could just be my opinion.” I turned in my seat, eyes meeting those of George MacKay. Hudson’s heavily tattooed friend.

“I see you’re good at flattery.” I laughed trying to hide the fact I was unnaturally attracted to him.

“It’s not the only thing I’m good at.” He smirked as he sat beside me, extending a glass of scotch towards me. He winked motioning for me to take it. I took it and raised an eyebrow daring him wordlessly to go on. “I’m also really good at rescuing damsels in distress.” I looked over at Hudson and Sierra who were intently watching the exchange sipping on their drinks mindlessly.

“I don’t see any damsels. Maybe your superpower led you to the wrong table.”

“Absolutely not. My good friend Hudson here.” He took a cheeky side glance at Hudson, and I couldn’t help but swoon as his blue eyes turned back to me, the corner of his lip turning up in another smile. “Said there was an insanely beautiful girl who’d been stood up by some dickhead, and she needed rescuing before he and his fiancé disappeared to the toilets for a quickie.” My mouth dropped open. George held his hands up in defence. “His words, not mine.” He chuckled hand rubbing across his stubble covered chin.

I am unnaturally attracted to you.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand.

“I know,” He smirked. “I’m George MacKay.” He grasped my hand, holding it gently as we shook hands, he kept looking at me, not breaking the eye contact we were holding. “You can message Martin, tell him Y/N didn’t lose any sleep over him.”

“Yeah, make sure you add in about the tattooed rescuer,” Sierra smirked. “You take care of her George.” She wagged a slim finger at him as Hudson stood.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked voice rising in concern.

“Bathroom.” Hudson winked at George before grabbing Sierra's hand and dragging her off. “We’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“I think they mean quickie,” George whispered in my ear. His breath tickling my skin. A hot blush rose on my skin in its wake.

“I’m not going to sleep with you.” I turned to face him, mentally sizing up the damage his charm could have on my life. “So this whole seduction, British accent. Dreamy bedroom eyes thing isn’t going to work.”

“You think I have bedroom eyes?” His charm will destroy me.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He turned to look at the bar. His tattooed arm wrapping around the top of the booth seat fingertips brushing over my shoulder. “I was wondering why the guy at the bar was giving me the come on, now I know.” He turned back smiling cheekily. “It was because of my bedroom eyes.” I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing. This guy was unbelievable. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Only if it’s a good one.” George leaned in, his free arm brushing my hair behind my ear, teasingly slow. His scent overtook my senses. He smelt delicious and I had a carnal desire to push him up against the closest wall and see if he tasted as good as he smelt.

“If you think, that I was giving you bedroom eyes before.” He chuckled lowly. “Then you won’t believe what it’s like when I actually give you bedroom eyes.”

“You think you’re so smooth don’t you?” If I were to be honest with him, I would ask him to show me his bedroom eyes, But I wasn’t honest.

“I don’t actually.” He pulled away from me, turning. Our noses touched ever so slightly. “But I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful.” His eyes searched over my face. “And tomorrow morning, I’m going to be sober, but you.” He shook his head. “You. You’re still going to be beautiful.” Am I imagining this?

“Wow.” I couldn’t help but smile. A real one. It felt like the first time I’d smiled properly in years. “You are a smooth, smooth man.” George picked up his glass. Laughing as he sipped from it.

“It wasn’t a line, but I’m glad it got you to smile.” I took a deep breath, exhaling. Clearing my mind and body of George MacKay. When I felt like I could open my eyes again. George was still watching me, bottom lip pulled deliciously between his teeth. God, even when he bites his lip he looked like Adonis.

“How do you know my best friend’s fiancé, George?” I turned, bringing my knee up on the George, putting some space between the two of us.

“I’m his tattoo artist.” He picked up his drink again. “Tattoo’d him about five times now, after the second time we went to the pub…”

“Pub?”

“A bar.” He chuckled and leaned in closer. “Sorry, I’ll try to Americanise myself from now on.”

“Thank you.” A giggle escaped. “So you gave Hudson some tattoo’s, and then you guys went to the pub, and what an epic bromance started?”

“Pretty much, but let me tell you something.” His voice dropped and became even sexier, which I didn’t even know was possible. “It won’t be as epic as our romance would be.”

“Flattering, but I’m not interested.”

“HoneyBird, you looked me in the eyes a little too long, to not be interested in me.” Holy crap, who was this guy. I lent forward.

“Who are you?” George replicated my actions. Meeting me in the middle.

“Whoever you want me to be.”

“You’re sure of yourself.”

“Confident that you’re attracted to me.” George and my heads were close together. He was right, he should be confident that I was attracted to him. I was.

“You’re right. I might be drunk, but you’re still right.” I picked up the remainder of my drink and downed it.

“And in the morning, you’ll be sober but I’ll still be right,” George smirked.

“George is that you?” We pulled away from each other, at the end of our table stood a girl. Her skin was a very pale colour, even paler than my own. Her cheeks dotted with small freckles which had almost been completely covered by makeup. Her lips big and pouted.

“Rebecca.” George groaned. “Didn’t know you still came here.” He turned in his seat, arm wrapping back around my shoulders.

“Whose she?” Her eyes turned on me. Dark, and furious.

“Me? I’m his fiance.” I found myself speaking in a horrible British accent, so bad George was struggling to contain his laughter.

“He didn’t tell me he had a fiance.” Rebecca quipped, as if her words meant to harm me. Instead, I turned to look at George, then back to the Rebecca.

“Really, cause he told me you were his sister.” I turned back to George. “Baby. I didn’t know that was your kink.” I looked out of the corner of my eyes. Rebecca was watching us intently. “Four years together, and I’m only seeing the kinky side of you now.” I grabbed onto George’s hair and pulled him towards me. “What else do you like?”

“Come with me, and I’ll show you just how kinky I can be.” George chuckled, leaning into me his teeth nipping my jawline.

Fuck

“Aren’t you going to break up with him? He slept with me.” Rebecca scoffed, voice raising.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. He’s also slept with me.”

“You’re a pig, George.” Rebecca picked up one of the half-empty glasses and threw it over George, splattering me in the process. “I hope you two are happy together.” She screamed before stomping away. George and I watched her for a minute as she pushed her way through the crowd and out the door. I was still watching the door when George turned to me.

“Baby, Huh?” I shrugged my shoulders as a smile spread across George’s face. A proper smile, teeth exposed, and one that made dimples appear. God, he really was beautiful.

“I think I enjoyed it too much.” He whispered leaning towards me again. His voice was so low I could barely hear it over the music in the bar.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“HoneyBird, It’s entirely too late for that.” I couldn’t help but feel a hot flush rise on my cheeks when George called me HoneyBird. Flirting with George was fun but I was out of practice. “What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking, should I go borrow Sierra’s ring, or was she the only one in this bar you’ve slept with?” I turned back, once my cheek felt cooler.

“If it means getting to call you mine for even tonight, I can find someone else I’m sure.” George went to stand. I grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him back down with me.

“That’s not necessarily, you don’t need to sleep with random women.”

“You mean I can have you without them?” His blue eyes shone, alive with mischief.

“You are something else.” I shook my head, unable to believe I’d held his interest for this long. “But I’m still not sleeping with you tonight.”

“But tomorrow nights still available.” He questioned, flirting was second nature for this man. “I like you Y/N.” He whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

“You’re drunk.”

“I may be drunk, but tomorrow morning when I’m sober. I’m still going to like you.”

“Is that your vice?”

“And by vice you mean....” He trailed off.

“Your immoral, wicked personal behaviours.” I turned on the bench again. Knee brushing his.

“It’s immoral to be interested in you?”

“Strange, but not immoral.”

“Well then, what if I don’t have any?”

“We all have a vice, sometimes more than one. Whether we know it or not.”

“If I tell you mine, you need to tell me yours.”

“Deal.” I stuck my hand out to shake. George grabbed my hand and brought it up to the table. Using both his to play with my fingers. Dancing his fingertips across my knuckles softly.

“I’m passionate, more often than not to an extreme.” His forefinger ran down my wrist absent mindlessly as he spoke. “About life, tattoos, people. Love.”

“People?” He nodded his head. Lip slipping between his teeth as he watched his fingers trace patterns on my skin.

“If I meet someone I like, I become passionate about them.” He turned my hand and continued to trace patterns on my palm. “Not in a romantic way. I like to surround myself with good people, who give off good energy. Hudson for example. We became mates, and I became really invested in our friendship. He’s a really good guy Mia, and he’s the type of person I want to be surrounded by.”

“That doesn’t sound like a vice.”

“It can be when it makes you vulnerable. The amount of people I’ve had use our friendship for free tattoos.” He shook his head disgust changing his calm features.

“Free tattoo’s?”

“Yeah, they expected me to give them free tattoos because that’s what I do, and we were ‘friends’ apparently.” I grabbed his hand and started tracing back on his palm. Replicating patterns he’d drawn on mine.

“But you would work hard on those designs. It’s not right for anyone to expect them for free.” Across the palm, down around the wrist, tracing the veins that protruded. “And not to mention how much time it’d take to actually tattoo them.” Up towards the black tree on his forearm.

“So what’s yours.” I traced along one of the thicker branches, my right hand ended up holding onto his palm, as my left traced. “It’s only fair.”

“You’re right, it is only fair.” I looked up. Stopping my tracing. Fingers laying still against his skin. “One of my vices is time. I’m worried about how much time we have left on this planet. How long I have left with my family, my friends.”

“Time is a fickle bitch,” George muttered under his breath. “What’s your other ones?”

“I don’t know yet, I’m still working them out.” I looked up through my lashes, meeting his eyes.

“Which would you choose, True love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or to never love at all.”

“True love.” George leaned his head in closer as I resumed my tracing our eye’s not losing contact. “’ Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’”

“Alfred Lord Tennyson.” George smiled. I nodded my head. Inching in the smallest amount.

“What would you have picked?”

“Love.” His breath fanned across my lips as his head dipped in. “Love is to great of an adventure to miss out on.”

“Sorry we took so long.” Sierra’s voice broke us from our bubble. I looked up mouth dropping open when I took in her appearance. Her hair was wild, and no longer the image of perfection. Lipstick was staining the outside of her lips where she’d failed to cover it up. Overall she looked the definition of a wanton woman. “We stopped at the bar after.” She smirked sitting down two drinks in front of George and I.

“Here baby.” Hudson handed Sierra her own drink as she sat beside him. “What did you two talk about while we were…”

“Screwing?” George optioned. A chuckle on his lips as he looked over the pair. He shuffled again, arm stretching out behind me. Fingertips brushing my shoulder. “Did you guys want to go to the TK bar?” Why didn’t he tell them about our conversations?

“The ‘hidden’ one?” Sierra raised a brow. George nodded his head.

“Hell yes.” Hudson stood up. “C’mon drink those drinks. We have a new bar to explore.”

“He’s been wanting to see it ever since you told him about it.” Sierra rolled her eyes at her fiance.

“Then we should go.” I smiled at Hudson. “We don’t want to keep him waiting longer.” I grabbed my cup and tipped my head back, the scotch burning as it slid down into my stomach. I spluttered as I slammed the glass on the tabletop. George’s hand rubbed soothing circles on my lower back as I tried to regulate my breathing. Little did he know, his hand touching me, didn’t help.

“Easy tiger.” George laughed before mirroring my actions without the spluttering and gasping for air. “Ready?” Sierra and Hudson nodded standing, the began to walk towards the front door. I waited for George to move out of the booth. He didn’t. “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t tell Sierra what we were talking about. That conversation, I want it to just be ours.” His head dropped, and if it wasn’t for the alcohol messing with my head, I could have sworn I saw a tinge of red on his cheeks.

“Ok.” I cleared my throat. “I mean, that’s fine.”

“Let’s go.” George stood up and held his hand out, waiting for me to take it. When I did he pulled me up. Leading us to the door, I put my hand on his lower back, holding onto his t-shirt so I could move easier through the crowd. “Y/N, I want you to know something.” He called over his shoulder as we moved through the crowd and out the door.

“What is it?”

“Just because I’m holding your hand doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you tonight.” I felt his body shake as he laughed. We came to a stop out the front of the doors. He turned to me. Smirking. Fine, if he wants to play, then it’s about time I play.

“But tomorrow’s still an option?” I ran a hand up and down his chest, fingers curling underneath, my knuckles brushed the skin underneath.

“Careful HoneyBird or I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”

“Guys, are you coming.” We turned, Hudson stood across the road, right outside InkBird. I grabbed Georges wrist and pulled him along with me.

“Do you think the person who owns this place gets annoyed about the hidden bar?” I looked up at the sign and we approached it.

“I don’t think they’d care, probably get a slice of the profit.”

“Well, George where do we go?” Sierra question, leaning her back against Hudson’s chest. “We should hurry before Hudson pee’s himself with excitement.”

“This way.” George walked up to InkBird, standing before a keypad. He punched in some numbers, the door swinging open. We all rushed inside. “Be careful, we can’t mess anything up in here.” He walked again, Sierra, Hudson and I followed behind closely. “Just down here.” We all stepped down the dimly lit stairwell. “This is it.” He pushed open a heavy door. “Welcome to the Koutetsu.” It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, at first I can’t see anything, but as my eyes flicker in and out of focus a magnificent bar unfolds in front of me.

“It’s dark,” Sierra commented as we all shuffled in. “But it's giving me this moody, sexy vibe.” I looked around at the exposed brickwork, dark timber furniture, stripped back walls, along with antique lamps and steel mesh hanging from the ceiling. “Do you think they took these from one of the many construction sites around the city?” She asked pointing to the steel mesh.

“Maybe, Koutetsu does mean steel.” I couldn’t help but imagine how the lighting, of this bar, was perfect for a first date. Filled with many spots where someone could sneak away for a romantic moment. I couldn’t help but wish I was sneaking away for a romantic moment with a certain blue-eyed boy.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of alcohol-fuelled caresses under the table and sweet whispers of nothings when Sierra and Hudson were too wrapped up in their own world.

When it drew to a close he didn’t ask for my number, he didn’t try to kiss me. He whispered a sweet farewell into my ear and made sure I was safely in my cab on my way home before he left the sidewalk.

Now it was the next day and I was annoyed at him. I know I said I didn’t want him to kiss me, but feelings change and by the end of the night there was nothing more than I wanted.

“You okay Y/N? That’s the third latte you’ve turned into a cappuccino in the last hour.” I turned off the steam wand. Putting the jug of over frothed milk on the countertop. I sighed and turned to face Jackson. The manager of the small cafe where I worked.

“Just trying to educate people that the cappuccino is far better than a latte.” I ran my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry Jackson.”

“Don’t sweat it Y/N, we all have off days.” He picked up the jug of milk and finished one of the coffees. “Take this. Grab a muffin and take a break.” He handed me the coffee and shoo’d me with his free hand.

“Thanks Jackson.” I grabbed one of the muffins from the container. “See you in fifteen.”

“Take as long as you need, get your head together. No more cappuccino’s” I walked out of the service area and through the front door. Sitting at one of the small two-seater tables muffin and coffee in front of me. Stupidly I checked my phone, full of false hope that I’d gotten a message from an unknown number, and that number would be George’s.

There was no message.

“There she is.” I heard a loud voice in the distance boom over the hustle and bustle of New York. I didn’t pay much attention to it as I kept eating my muffin. These type of things happen a lot in the city.

“HoneyBird.” Great, now I was starting to imagine things. This man had gotten under my skin. “HoneyBird.” The metal chair across from me screeched against the concrete. I looked up only to be met with a bunch of flowers in my face.

“What?” The confusion was clear in my voice. Anyone could have heard it.

“Sorry, I’m late.” The flowers lowered to reveal the dashingly handsome face of George MacKay.

“How did you find me?” I took the flowers from him. Looking over the bouquet.

“Hudson.” He smirked. “Told me where to find you. He also gave me your number.”

“Why didn’t you ask for it last night?” George shrugged his shoulders.

“You told me that I didn’t have a chance until today.” He held his arms out. “So here I am.”

“These are beautiful.” I lent down and smelt the bouquet.

“Protea, rose, lisianthus, anthurium, snowberry and gum.” He rattled off as he pointed at the different flowers. When he looked up he shrugged slightly. A small smile breathtaking smile. “Mums a florist.”

“Back in England?” He nodded his head. “When did you move here?”

“Five years ago, I took over the shop from my uncle.”

“Shop?”

“InkBird. My uncle owns it, now I do, I guess.”

“You own InkBird?” He nodded his head. “That’s amazing George.”

“Yeah, I think so.” He looked so proud as he spoke about his work. “So I took that over from my uncle, renamed it. Changed the interior and now business is better than ever.”

“Do you want to go back?” I lent on my hand, elbow resting on the table. “To England that is?”

“Sometimes, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I do miss mum though.” He tapped his hand on the table, lip slipping between his teeth.

“What about your dad?”

“He died when I was eighteen.” Instinctively I reached across to grab his hand.

“I’m sorry George. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I rubbed my thumb across the skin.

“It’s alright. It’s been ten years.” So he’s twenty-eight. “You never stop to miss them though.”

“Still, he was your dad.” He flipped our arms over so his covered forearm was on display.

“See this.” He pointed with his free arm to a beautiful line of scripture.

“You’ll never walk alone.”

“My dad's favourite football team, Liverpool, that’s their motto. Got it for him.” I ran my hand along his skin.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“So are you.” I looked up. “But I knew you would be.”

“You were drunk, and you called me beautiful.”

“And now it’s the morning and I’m sober, but you’re still beautiful.”

“Y/N.” My name being called broke me out of my George induced daze. “Y/N, we need you,” Jackson called sticking his head out the door.

“I’ll be right in,” I called standing, grabbing onto my flowers, muffin and near-empty coffee cup. “Thank you for the flowers, George.” Building up a moment of pure courage I smiled leaning down, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll message you.” He smiled, turning in his seat as I went to walk away.

“I look forward to it.” I walked back into the cafe, I pushed open the door with my hip. A line of customers spanned from the front door to the service area. Jackson stood at the register, while a line of coffee orders sat. Behind him our other waitress Harriet stood fiddling with a croissant.

“New boyfriend?” Jackson motioned to George who was walking past the front window.

“Who knows.” I smiled walking towards the coffee machine. I deposited the flowers underneath the counter on the way. Picking up the first slip I got to work. I felt myself slip back into the rhythm I found myself in every day I worked. It was pretty fun being a barista and working here with Jackson. Harriet on the other hand wasn’t the highlight of my day.

“I think we’re going to need to get rid of Harriet,” Jackson whispered as we scrubbed down the cafe. “She’s just not catching on.”

“That mean’s we have to find someone else.” He nodded his head. “That’ll be the hard part.”

“You head home, I’ll finish this.” He grabbed the cloth from my hand. “You still right to open tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you around eight?” I turned on my heel and began my walk home. Halfway through my walk, I realised I was walking towards InkBird, towards George. I peered through the windows. I couldn’t see anybody.

Going in wouldn’t hurt...

I pushed the heavy door open and was hit with the smell of bleach and sterilisation.

“We’re closed.” The all to familiar voice called from somewhere within the shop. “Come back tomorrow, or call up and make an appointment.” He called again. A plan formulated in my head when I noticed the brass bell sitting on a whitewashed counter. I reached out and tapped it the loud ping echoing around the parlour. “Didn’t you hear me?” I heard heavy boots hit the wooden floor. “I said we’re not open. So fuck off…”

“That’s not a nice way to treat your customers,” I smirked as George rushed to a halt. It took me a moment for me to realise that he was shirtless. Only a pair of jeans hanging around his waist. His hands rested on his hips, pushing his jeans down even more. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander his chest again, the muscles looked almost too tempting.

“Took you long enough.” He smirked, arms crossing over his chest leaning casually against the doorframe. “What took you so long?”

“You knew I’d come?’’ He shrugged his shoulders.

“I hoped you would.” What was this man doing to me. Coming down on me like a storm in a small country town. He pushed away from the wall and walked over to me, each step more determined than the last. “Now.” He reached me. I took a step back, he took one closer until my back was flush with the door. “Tell me” One arm went above my head resting, the other reaching around by my waist locking the door. It made a sharp clicking noise. “Why did you come Honey Bird?” He lent down so his head was level with mine.

“I haven’t made any bad decisions lately.” My voice came out breathless, much like I felt.

“I can be a bad decision.” He leant in closer, lips brushing my cheek. The lightest touch from this man was enough to send shivers through my whole body. “If you want me to stop.” He whispered, lips brushing underneath my ear this time. “Tell me now.” I couldn’t speak, and even if I could, I wouldn’t stop him. “Or now.” He kissed my jawline gently. “Tell me HoneyBi -.” He didn’t have time to finish. I’d reached my hand around his neck, pulling him to me, the rest of his words, his nickname for me. My nickname. Lost against my mouth as he kisses me gently. This wasn’t a time for gentle, he was shirtless and I wanted more. I was sure if he’d had a shirt on my hands would be knotted in his shirt, but he was shirtless and the only thing I could pull on to make it known I wanted more was his hair. So that’s what I did. Hands knotting in his hair, pulling it. He groaned, low in his throat and then he was kissing me harder, with a vehement urgent need that it’d never felt before. He’s kissing me once, twice, three times. He’s everywhere. “Up.” He groans lips leaving mine for a fraction of a second. “Honey Bird.” He speaks again. I understand what he wants, and I jump. He catches me with ease. My back hits the door. Doorknob digging into my back, it’ll leave a bruise but I can’t find a care for it at the moment.

Between us, a weightless, seamless desire flowed. Our bodies in synch with one and other. The kisses started out soft and slow building as George held me against the door, his hands pulling up my shirt, over my head leaving me as dressed as he was. Our bodies moved together, my back scratching against the heavy wooden door, floorboards squeaking underneath George’s feet. When I’d come here this afternoon this is not what I pictured we’d be doing, but deep in my heart, I knew there were no other possibilities of how we’d spend our time together. I wanted to kiss him forever, for as long as I could. I blocked out all the thoughts about what this was, what it might mean and what future messes I’d created for myself.

“Honey Bird.” He whispered as my lips went to his neck. “Unless you want half of Brooklyn to see you being fucked…” He kissed the top of my right breast, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Fuck everything he does is hot, all hands and lips. The scent. The taste. The feel of him between my legs, it was all like tiny fireworks going off all over me. Bits of me I didn’t think possible were igniting. “And thoroughly fucked at that, I suggest we take this to my office.” I leaned up, biting his earlobe.

“Lead the way.” George let me down, pulling me behind him, leading me to the doorway he’d walked out from minutes ago. I didn’t get a chance to look around before George pushed me roughly against the wall. He gathered my wrists in one of his hands holding them above my head while his other world it’s way to the waistband of my pants. I couldn’t touch him but I could see exactly what I wanted straining at his pants, pressing against his jeans.

“You want to touch huh?” I nodded my head. Lips pushing out in a pout as I looked at him. “What did you want?” His voice was soft and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“You.” George’s lips brushed over my cheek and up beside my ear.

“You have me,” He kissed just below my ear, biting and pulling on the lobe. “Any way you want me,” He bit the soft skin of my neck, I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. He made me feel so good.

“Now?” My voice was breathy. I could barely recognise it. He was doing this all to me. George laughed softly, breath blowing over the freshly marked skin of my neck.

“What do you want my love?”

“Your mouth.” I whispered, cheeks flushing softly. Warmth flooding them. George’s first response was a groan, his hips pushing into me.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He picked me up and carried me over to a desk… His desk. He pushed things of the desk before sitting me atop. Legs hanging over the side. Skirt pushed up. “Perfect height.” He muttered to himself, pulling the seat towards us. He reached under my skirt, fingers hooking onto my panties. “You sure?” I bit my lip and nodded. I need this. I raised my hips and let him peel them off, the silk leaving small bumps in it’s wake as the cold air hit my skin. George didn’t stop looking at me as my panties fell to the floor forgotten. He didn’t break eye contact as his lips found my knees, the soft skin of my thighs. I watched as he kissed along the skin of my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him to be. His hands pulled at my hips softly.

“Come closer,” George demanded softly. I shifted my hips forward, the edge of the desk underneath me. He laughed under his breath.

“What is it?”

“Already wet for me,” He grinned at me, and traced a finger lightly over me just missing where I needed him most.

“I’ve been like this since this afternoon,” I whispered back, head falling back. Needing a moment without his eyes looking into mine. He touched my clit softly. I flinched, before pushing forward. Needing his hand. It wasn’t there. “Don’t tease,” I whined, pressing my hips forward, trying to find him. George nipped at my inner thigh. I looked back down at him. God, it was a sight.

“Are you always so needy,” He raised an eyebrow at me even as a smile tugged at his lips. He stood, reaching for my hand. Bringing it to his lips.

“Only for you,” I murmured as George kissed my fingertips.

“Only for me?”I hummed in agreement, before leaning back again wishing he’d touch me. When I didn’t feel anything for a moment I moved my head back. Looking down at George, biting my lip as he pressed his cheek to my inner thigh. So close. “You look good from every angle, but I think this is my favourite,” George groaned and tilted his head to look back at you. His blue eyes sparkled as his lips tugged up in a lopsided grin. “Time for dessert.” He swiped his tongue into me so quickly that my moan was nearly silent as he knocked the breath out of me. Fuck he was good with his tongue. My hips rocked against him, his tongue licking into my deeply. His nose brushed over my clit.

“Fuck.” George hummed in response, the vibrations doing magical things to my body. “Jesus.”

“Name’s George actually.” He chuckled against me. “You taste good.” He buried his face in me, groaning at the taste as his tongue thrust in and out at a rapid rate. My breath was caught in my chest as the pleasure… God, it was intoxicating me.

“George… fuck, I’m- Jesus - I’m not going to last if you keep-” I was abruptly cut off by my own orgasm. George’s name rolled off my tongue multiple times as I came down, He didn’t stop though. His tongue kept moving. But even when he pulled away it was too soon, I missed the feeling of him.

“Barely got a taste of you.” My body clenched hotly at his words. His grin only grew as he felt my reaction. I sat up properly. Looking at him. Lips shinning with me. I leant forward and kissed him hotly. Like I’d never kissed someone before. He’d done this to me. Turned me into a sex-crazed woman in under twenty-four hours.

“My turn.” I pushed him back into his chair and slid off the desk. Standing naked in front of him.

“What do you have in mind?” My hands move down to his jeans, leaning forward moaning into his ear.

“There are a few things I could do, George.” I pulled open the belt buckle.

“Like what?” His voice cracking as he grinds up. I couldn’t help myself, as I slowly unbutton his jeans stopping every now and then to bite at his neck. I was enjoying this far too much.

“Well, I could use my hand…” I grabbed the zipper, pulling it down. I looked into George’s eyes, smirking. “Or I can make you cum in your jeans.” He grabbed onto my face, pulling me into him. I nearly fell onto him. His finger running over my bottom lip. Slipping into my mouth.

“How about you use that perfect mouth of yours.” I bit the tip of his finger. “Please.” His voice dripping with want, making my mouth water.

No man had ever spoken to me in such a manner, fuck. It was like a whole revelation.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” With that, I lent down and pulled his jeans down his legs. I dropped to my knees and look at his exposed cock, hard, for me. George looked down at me and I swear, the site nearly made me cry. He looked so fucking perfect.

Without any more teasing, I reached out and gripped the base. Leaning in, I give the head a lick. His hand gripped my hair as my lips wrapped around him. A throaty moan escapes and he rolls eyes back. I gripped his hips as I push my way down, swallowing around him to pull out moans from his mouth. His grip on my hair tightens. A groan escapes as I feel him hit the back of my throat and the vibrations almost send him over the edge right there. He pulls my hair tighter, body freezing as he tries to calm down. When his grip loosens slightly I take it as my cue to move my head up and down, encouraging.

“Fuck that’s it.” He groans. Thrusting into my hips. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”

I moan around the heavy cock in my mouth. My eyes flicker up and see him staring down at me with his eyes drowning in lust. His cheeks are red with want as his breath quickens.

I grip the base and groan one more time, his hand tightens as his voice breaks. “Fuck, Y/N” He hits the back of my throat. “Close.” I move faster, dragging him closer to the edge. His moans get louder. His voice gets deeper. His grip on my hair, turning me on even more. He tries to pull away as he comes but I don’t let him go. I just keep my eyes on his face as I swallow every drop. When he’s completely done I pull away and grin up at him. “Good?” He pulls me up and kisses me. It’s hot and sweaty. It’s a fucking perfect kiss.

“That was good for an opening act.”

“If that was only the opening act, I can’t wait for the main show.” George grabbed me and pulled me up, walking me backward until the back of my thighs hit the edge of the desk once more, He lifted me up, my ass resting on the rough wood. I wrapped my arms around his torso, nails scratching his back.

“Sure you want to do this, Sweetheart?” Concern laced his question. I smiled and grabbed onto his face, pulling him towards me nodding my head. He stopped millimetres from my lips. “Need to hear you say it.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke. God, he was so sexy.

“I want this, I want you…” Muttering pushing my lips so they touched his softly, George let out a low moan as he presses himself harder against my lips.

“You on the floor, God what a sight.” He mutters, hand wrapping in my hair pulling it softly. “Swear, I’ve never seen a prettier one.”

“George…” If he didn’t touch me, and where I needed him soon. I was sure I was going to cry. I started kissing his neck, lips running staying on his adam’s apple.

“I need to get… shit, I need to get a condom.” He went to pull away, hands moving from my hair, touch leaving me.

“You don’t. I’m covered.” I pulled him back hoping he got my drift. His eyes widened in surprise but quickly darkened once more. “As long as you’re clean of course…”

“I am yeah.” He pulled away to look at me again. “I just…” He shook his head. “HoneyBird where have you been?”

“Waiting for you to fuck me,” I smirked cheekily. George stepped back, hands dropping onto his hips. He stood proud and naked, smirking at me.

“For that comment, I think you need to ask nicely.” I looked up and down his body, quickly working over if I could live without feeling George inside me. “Better hurry, HoneyBird.” He smirked again.

“Please fuck me.” I whimpered needing the skin on skin contact he provided me, and that was all it took. He took one step forward and pulled my leg up to my hip. He worked himself so he was ready, waiting for me. “George…” He did one of his heartbreaking smiles as he pushed himself inside. Eyes not leaving mine. My mouth fell open when he was completely inside me, he stilled offering me a minute to relax. I concentrated on him, being inside me. The pleasure this man I’d known for under twenty-four hours was giving me was driving me insane.

“If you keep making those noises, and pulling my hair Honeybird…” He groaned as I shifted my hip’s a little. “I won’t be able to stop myself.” I nodded, biting into my bottom lip as he began slowly thrusting in and out. I tried to move with him, rocking against his hips and keeping my lips pressed to his. My breathing was starting to come out in huffs. Moans escaping between our kisses. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes as he picked up his pace.

“George.” A voice called from beyond the door. “Are you here. I’ve got dinner.”

“Shit.” George stilled, Hip’s stopping their movements. “I’ll be out in a minute Clara, meet me upstairs.”

“What are you doing?” The voice, Clara called louder, closer this time.

“Just finishing a consultation with a client.” He called back. His hips starting once again. Was he serious?

“Kay.” I tried to push George out as footsteps trailed away from the door.

“What are you doing?” He asked grabbing my hips. He's not stopping.

“You’ve got to get back to your Girlfriend.” I knew it was too good to be true, he was too good to be true.

“She’s my roommate, not a girlfriend.”

“You’re single.”

“As can be.” He whispered kissing my lips. “Cheating really isn’t up my alleyway.” He began to thrust faster again. “Now, we really do have to hurry.”

“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest and pushing him away.

“What are you doing?”

“We have to hurry remember,” I smirked sliding of the desk, turning so my elbows were on it.

“Fucking hell, HoneyBird.” A guttural groan escaped him.

“Oh my God,” I groaned as he pressed back inside, perfectly angled. I buried my face in my arms wishing nothing more than to be free to scream about how good he was making me feel, especially when he picked up his pace.

“Fuck,” he said again, inhaling sharply as he clutched my hips, short nails digging into my skin. The desk began to move beneath us but there was no stopping now. I heard George groan as his hips jerked violently against me, slapping against my skin. I turned back, locking eyes with him. He was concentrating, hard. Lip pulled between his teeth. “Next time…. Fuck. Next time I’m taking you slow…” He wanted there to be a next time…

“… m’ close.” I whimpered as I reached my peak. George followed closely behind me, body seizing as he reached his own orgasm. My body instantly fell into a state of utter relaxation. George’s body pressed atop of mine. “God that was good,” I whispered not sure I would be able to talk properly.

“God, you are fantastic.” He pulled up, slipping from me. I felt discomfort for a second as he left me. I couldn’t stand just yet. So instead I let my head drop onto George’s desk. “If you stay like that HoneyBird, I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

“As tempting as that sounds, you have to get up to your dinner,” I whispered, turning around. I sat on the desk. Completely naked and spent. George walked up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Kissing me.

“Come up and have dinner with Clara and me?”

“I don’t want to intrude George.”

“Nonsense, there’s plenty.” George picked me up, helping me redress myself. “We’re having Chinese and watching Netflix all night.”

“Okay.” He looked at me perplexed for a moment. “What is it?”

“Clara is into pussy as much as I am,”

“George.” I hit his chest.

“You can’t fuck my roommate okay, only me.”

“I'm not really into vagina’s myself, so don’t worry.”

“If you’re a good girl, you might get some dessert later on.” He winked as he slipped his jeans back on. “Who am I kidding, after that performance, you can literally walk all over me and I’d still beg you to let me fuck you again.”

“You don’t have to beg anytime soon George,” I smirked wrapping my arms around his waist. “But I am hungry.”

“Upstairs we go.” He smacked my bum as he ushered me out of the room. "You go first." He smiled when we reached the stairs. "This way I get to watch you from behind again.”

"Keep it in your pants, George," I whispered. "Or at least for later."

"Fuck, HoneyBird you are going to be the death of me." He groaned under his breath.

HoneyBird Pt.2

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“The road to our forever” - Chapter 4

Summary: John and Darcie are planning their wedding, but it comes with certain ups and downs.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None

A/N: What?? Two chapters in one day?? Well originally I wanted it to be one chapter, but with the pov switch I decided I wouldn’t do it. enjoy xx

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This is so weird. John and I bought a house. I feel so grown up right now. The apartment where we now live, was a gift from my parents. Since John payed for the entire townhouse, it should feel like a gift, but it doesn’t, really. It feels like an accomplishment for the both of us.

The next morning when John and I are driving off to work, I can’t stop beaming with happiness and pride. ‘John,’ I say. ‘Am I dreaming?’

He starts to laugh. He holds my hand tightly in his, while he maneuvers the car on the busy roads of New York City. ‘You are not. This is a hundred percent real.’ He brings my hand to his lips, to press multiple kisses on my ring finger, very close to my engagement ring. ‘We are very close to getting married, very close on moving in,’—around my birthday—‘and after that, you and I are going to start a family. I have to tell myself every single day that this is truly happening, so I get that you think this is a dream.’

I place my head against his shoulder. ‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too.’

‘By the way, the wedding dress store called this morning,’ I say, ‘I can come by in four days to have a first orientating fitting session.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I wrote them that I would love it if we could get a fitting on a Sunday morning, so I could bring everyone with me.’ I place my chin on his shoulder. ‘Are you going to go with me?’

‘Isn’t that bad luck?’ John asks, cocking an eyebrow.

‘I don’t believe in that shit, really. I want your opinion. You are going to pay for it and you have to look at it the entire day and still be happy that you are going to marry me. Come on, John, it would mean the world to me.’

He smiles. ‘Well, if it means the world to you, then I’ll have to go.’

John parks the car, opens my door and helps me to get out. He pushes the passengers seat to the front and lets the dogs out. He holds their leashes, before intertwining his fingers through mine as we walk to the cafe. I can’t help but notice that John has been happy the entire morning and I think it has something to do with Aurelio’s visit in a couple of hours. I’m pretty excited for John to finally have someone he knows from his older life back. I mean, I met Winston and he was pretty nice, but I also know a few things about the Continental now. I still don’t know enough about Aurelio, however I can imagine him being involved in John’s life a little more.

The cafe fills itself with people when we open up.

It’s exactly ten o’ clock and Aurelio steps inside the cafe. ‘Oh my God,’ Raye says, clearing her throat, ‘hottie alert, hottie alert.’

I haven’t told her about Aurelio’s visit yet. Just that yesterday John and I fucking bought a house of forty million dollars and an old acquaintance wasn’t important enough.

He holds up his hand when he sees John, and walks to the counter. ‘Hi Darcie,’ he says when he stands in front of me, causing Raye to nearly collapse. I can sense that she is ready to bombard me with questions, but somehow can keep it to herself, while she turns around to clean up something.

‘I’m so happy that you are here,’ I say to Aurelio. ‘Don’t tell John that I told you this, but he has been looking forward to this.’

The man across from me can’t help but laugh. ‘Well, me too. I always admired John,’ he says. ‘And I like the looks from your cafe.’

I can’t help but beam with happiness. ‘Thank you, Aurelio, that’s so sweet. Do you know what you want to order yet?’

‘A chai latte and something sweet. Doesn’t really matter what, I love everything.’

Aurelio wants to grab his wallet, but I shake my head. ‘No, this is on the house,’ I quickly tell him. ‘Really. I’m just happy that I get to meet you. It’s nice to get to know someone from John’s older life.’

He smiles. ‘That’s very sweet of you, Darcie. Thanks.’

He walks off to John’s table and sits right next to Oreo, who already likes him a lot by the looks of it.

‘Okay, who is that and why do you know him?’

I can’t help but laugh, when I look at Raye. ‘His name is Aurelio and he is an old friend of John,’ I say. ‘Before John went… To help me and my parents,’—there is a cute family right next to us, who can possibly overhear us—‘he went to Aurelio’s place for some stuff.’

‘He is hot.’ Raye looks over her shoulder to stare at him. ‘I’d do him.’

‘You say that about at least one customer every day,’ I help her remind. ‘What makes him so special?’

‘Everything.’

I prepare Aurelio’s chai latte and say: ‘I’ll bring this to him right now. You think about the snacks you can bring. I think there is something cooling down in the kitchen.’

‘You are a true angel.’

‘Well, before I got together with John, you were pretty amazing too, considering our slow ass flirting process. This is my way to thank you.’

‘I love you, Darcie.’

I walk up to John’s table and place the glass on the surface. ‘Here is your chai latte. The snacks will be here shortly,’ I say to the men.

John snakes his arm around my hips and pulls me closer.

‘I was just telling John that he is a lucky man,’ Aurelio says. ‘The fact that he is living his dream life now… We talked about that back in the day.’

‘Really?’ I ask, wrapping an arm around John’s broad shoulders.

‘Mhm. I mean, the man got out twice and from the looks of it, this is definitely the last time.’

John can’t help but laugh. ‘Well, if I have to, I’d do it all over again for her,’ John says, causing me to blush. ‘Still can’t believe I get to marry you soon.’

‘Some of my men walked by the other day,’ Aurelio says, ‘and they saw the two of you. They said that you were really in love with her. They knew because you couldn’t stop looking at here.’

Now it’s John’s turn to blush and I chuckle. ‘That’s too cute.’

‘Well,’ John says, ‘she is just too enchanting. I can’t help but to look at her.’

Aurelio takes a sip of his drink and says: ‘This is good, no wonder lots of people rave about this cafe.’

‘Stop it,’ I say, placing my hands on my cheeks so he can’t see them become even redder. ‘I’m so sorry, but I have to get back to work. Raye will bring you the snacks in a few.’ I press a kiss on John’s temple and walk to the counter.

The door opens and I hear Roger announce: ‘Miss Angel, we are here again!’

Roger and Greg walk up to the counter, causing me to check my wrist watch. ‘What are you two doing here? If you are skipping school, I swear to God, you guys. This is your senior year, very important.’

‘No, no, no,’ Greg quickly says, ‘not skipping school. We had a free period and wanted to ask you something anyway, so we decided that we could combine it.’

‘Okay, what is it?’

‘Well, on Valentines Day,’ Roger says, ‘we wanted to go on a double date. Greg, Tina, Ellie and I, but we wanted to go here, since this is really our place.’

‘Valentines Day is next week,’ I tell them. ‘You honestly think that you can just come here and expect a free seat?’

For a second they are scared, but then I start to laugh. ‘Gotcha, of course you can come over here. I would love for you guys to go on a double date here. That is so sweet. And since I’m the best anyways, I can arrange for you guys to sit at John’s table, so you are certain that you have a spot.’

‘Really? Well, if we sit there,’ Roger says, ‘maybe we’ll be forever together. I mean, you two are getting married.’

I really don’t want to smile like I’m insane, but I can’t stop myself. ‘Maybe, but aren’t you a little too young though, to think that far ahead in the future?’

‘No,’ Roger says. ‘I know that I want to marry Ellie when we’re older.’

‘Does she know that?’

‘Not yet, might scare her off, you know.’

I turn my attention to the other boy. ‘How about you, Greg?’

‘I love Tina with all my heart, but thinking about marriage already… That’s scary.’

I start to laugh. ‘That’s my boy. Let me guess, two hot chocolates with extra whipped cream and some chocolates?’

‘You know us, miss Angel.’ Roger pays for their order and they sit at the table near John. They politely introduce themselves to Aurelio, but I can see on their faces that they are a little disappointed that John has company.

While I prepare their order, I can see that Raye is staring at John’s table, already some still warm cake on a plate, but not moving. ‘It’s not that hard, Raye,’ I say. ‘You flirt with everyone here all the time. You have to hold yourself in to not flirt with my fiancé. What’s so special about this one?’

‘This one is totally different than every other guy.’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘while you are trying to gain your courage, I’ll bring this to the boys and sit with John and Aurelio for a while. It’s pretty calm around here. When you arrive, maybe me sitting there already makes it a little less nerve wrecking. I still don’t understand why you gain confidence when I’m this close, but I’m your friend and went with you to college parties and weirdly enough you needed me this close to flirt properly.’

‘You are the best.’

‘I know.’

I walk to Greg and Roger, give them their order and plop next to John on the chair. Without stopping the conversation, he puts his arm around my shoulder. ‘Well,’ I hear Aurelio say, ‘slowly, but surely I want to make sure that if I get a wife and a family one day, I’m able to separate to chop shop from the Continental. I mean, I still work with them, but I have different customers now.’

‘Totally understandable,’ John says.

‘Darcie, tell me this: how did you get John Wick to soften up this much? I mean, I’ve always wanted deep meaningful heart to heart talks with him, but it was impossible with this guy.’

‘I put him on a daily diet of cappuccino’s and chocolate brownies,’ I tell Aurelio. ‘Soon enough you have a deep conversation.’

‘I said it a few times to John already, but he is such a lucky guy to have found someone like you.’

‘Have you found someone yet?’ I ask him. If he says yes and he is happily in a relationship, I can still sign to Raye that she doesn’t need to be creative.

He shakes his head (thankfully). ‘Unfortunately. Dating while owning a chop shop isn’t as easy as it may look like.’

‘Mhm, well you are a good looking guy. I bet there are ton of ladies who would drop anything for you.’

I can’t believe I made a grown man blush and giggle like that.

‘She’s a keeper, John,’ Aurelio says, taking another sip of his chai latte. ‘A real keeper.’

I know John is going to agree, but before he can voice his thoughts, Raye has finally found the courage to walk up to our table. ‘Mister Mustang,’ she says in a stern voice, ‘I wasn’t aware you had hot friends and I’m very disappointed that you didn’t even feel the urge to tell me about that.’

I knew Raye was creative when it comes to pick up lines. I went out with her multiple times and she amazes me every single time, but this… I feel like this one is on top of her impressive list of pick up lines. I look at John, who nods with approval and when I glance at Aurelio, he seems amazed.

‘Since John is useless,’ she continues, ‘I’ll just have to introduce myself then. Hi, my name is Raye.’

‘Aurelio,’ he says, taking her hand in his. ‘Nice to meet you, Raye. Had I known that Darcie had such a beautiful friend working in her cafe, I would’ve visited this place a lot earlier.’

‘John,’ I quickly say, ‘I just remembered something, you promised Roger and Greg you were going to talk to them about something.’

He senses my underlying message and we get up. John gives me a quick kiss on my temple, before he whispers: ‘You are an amazing friend.’ He sits next to Roger and the conversation between them picks up right away.

Raye winks at me and I whisper: ‘Don’t you worry about the customers. I got your back.’

When I walk back to the counter, I can’t help but stare at Raye and Aurelio, who seem to hit it off immediately.

Maybe she’ll have a date to the wedding.

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cheeri0-queeri0 · 4 years

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My First Two Loves (WLW version): Chapter 3

Is she gaping? Emma has to be gaping.

“Ava… y-you and… Mason? Are…”

Ava grins rakishly, rubbing a hand along Mason’s back. “Madly in love? Or, well, lust - we haven’t gotten to that other L-word yet.”

Nails. Nails are being driven into her heart.

For his part, Mason looks taken aback by her reaction. “I meant to tell you last night, Emma.”

“You could’ve texted!” A lump is rising in her throat.

Mason scratches the back of his head. “I wanted to tell you in person. I tried to call, but when the line kept dropping, I thought…this is better?”

No. No it is not. It is one million times worse.

“Yeah, you’re right!” Emma forces the words to come out chipper, forces a placid smile. “I… I’m speechless. Congrats, you two.”

Congrats on secretly shattering her heart. But hey, what’s another secret to the now-sure-to-grow pile?

Mason’s shoulders relax, the tension falling from his face as he turns to Ava. “I almost forgot, babe! I got a little something for you.” He reaches over on the hood of Ava’s car where he put a cute little thermos.

Ava tentatively takes it from him, eyes wide in surprise. “Caramel macchiato?”

Mason gives her a shy, crooked smile. “With two shakes of cinnamon.”

Ava’s favorite.

The girl slings her other arm around his neck and rests her head against his cheek. “You remembered! Best boyfriend ever!”

Emma...is going to combust from agony.

“You guys are just so...perfect together,” she grits out, hoping it sounds passably pleasant.

Ava’s eyes find hers, softening just a bit.

Mason lets out a breathy laugh that seems more like a sigh of relief. “See, Ava, I told you she’d be happy for us!”

Ava blinks, breaking her gaze away. “I knew she would be. She is my bestie, after all.” There’s something off about her tone. If she hadn’t told Emma in the car that they were still solid despite Lauren dying to usurp her place, Emma would worry that maybe they weren’t best friends anymore.

Hell, maybe she’s still a little worried. And now for more than the Lauren reason.

“I should leave you alone for some...couple time. Catch you later!” Cue an ungraceful escape.

Mason jogs to catch up. “There’s so many times I tried to call. To tell you.” His voice turns plaintive. “Emma, I just want to double check. Are you okay with this?”

No! I am unequivocally not okay with this! God, how badly Emma wants to shout that at the top of her lungs. If she said it, Mason is exactly the kind of guy who would follow through and break up. He’s good. And that’s the problem.

“Mason. I’m happy for you. And for Ava.”

“...Yeah? Because your happiness means a lot to me.”

And now she has to sell it. “Yeah. I’m stoked. You’re so cute together. I should’ve played matchmaker years ago.” That...might have been overkill. “I just have some things to take care of right now. Talk later, okay?”

Mason nods. It worked. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Emma power-walks away, tears pricking at her eyes as she let her feet take her anywhere else.

After a short time, she rounds a corner, realizing too late that she’s behind the gym near the back parking lot she usually avoided.

And she wasn’t alone.

“Hey there, princess. What brings you to my place of business?” The boy is smarmy, leaning against the brick wall, hair gelled so thickly it wouldn’t move even in a tornado.

Emma stills, confused. “Your...uh, what?”

He frowns, pushing off the wall and wandering closer. “My store. My shop. My livelihood. What you buying?”

Oh. Shit. “I’m not - I’m just trying to get away from some people - ”

The boy comes to a stop too close. “Save it. A sob story won’t get a discount.” He looked her up and down, calculating. Though he definitely didn’t look like someone who was good at math. “Adderall. Has to be. A study buddy. Everyone needs one, right?”

He yanks a plastic bag out of his pocket.

“Oh, no thanks. I appreciate it, but I am not interested.”

His jaw works, clenching and unclenching. “The offer isn’t optional anymore. You saw what I’m selling. You’re part of this.” He takes one more step, his Axe body spray stinging the inside of Emma’s nose. “Now open up that bag and find me two hundred bucks.”

Several thoughts race through Emma’s head. The first, unhelpfully, is two HUNDRED dollars for one bottle of pills? Shortly followed by If I run, will he grab me?

Sensing the direction of her thoughts, the boy huffs. “I don’t like having to hurt people, really.” But he would, hung unspoken in the air.

“Leave her alone, Darren.” The voice is unfamiliar, low, with a rasp to it.

Emma whirls around to the girl stalking toward them. She’s...dangerous looking, leather jacket slung around her broad shoulders, green eyes boring unwaveringly into the aggressive pill-pusher.

The boy - Darren - backs up quickly. “N-Noelle? I didn’t know you were back in town. I’m just trying to run a business, okay?”

Noelle doesn’t speak, just wrenches the bag out of Darren’s hands and flings it onto the roof.

“You bitch!” Darren hesitates, glaring, then turns tail and runs.

The other girl watches him go, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. Up close, she’s taller than Emma, but only just.

It’s like the bubble of nervous energy inside her just bursts, and Emma blurts out, “W-wow, that was...kind of amazing -uh, amazingly stupid!”

Noelle hums, glancing at her. Emma doesn’t miss the way her eyes drift down to her stomach and back. “You gotta fight like with like.”

Emma laughs, a tittering little sound that she hates. She bites her lip, hard. “You’re lucky it didn’t come to a fight.”

The other girl shrugs, unbothered. “I like my chances better than yours.”

Okay...fair.

Noelle sighs, swiping a hand through her bangs to push them out of her chiseled face. “You should get out of here. I can’t spend all day playing guardian angel.”

“Oh.” The comment rubs her the wrong way, but Emma brushes it off. After all, she did call the girl’s heroics stupid. Maybe...maybe there’s a way to make it up to her? “Unless…you’re new, right? Maybe I can repay the favor and show you around?”

Noelle raises a brow. “How do you know I’m new?”

Not an outright rejection, Emma can work with that. She smiles. “I happen to know pretty much everyone here.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“So you’ve been invisible the past four years? I would definitely have remembered you.” The last part comes out without her even thinking it.

Green eyes drop to the ground, expression shuttering off. “I’ve...been away.”

“Like on a trip?”

��Not exactly.”

Emma pauses. She honestly can’t tell what the other girl is thinking. “You...don’t seem to like answering questions.”

Noelle’s lips twist into a humorless smile. “I’m told it’s one of my best character traits.”

Emma’s heart pangs. That’s messed up. “I’m not sure who told you that. It’s...sad. It keeps people away.”

“Sometimes it’s better that way.” Her voice is flat, either matter-of-fact or defeated. Who’s to tell?

“Not always,” Emma shoots back, challenging.

Noelle studies her curiously, weighing her words. She runs her tongue over her lips, then clicks it against her teeth, coming to a decision. “Fine. So, hypothetically, let’s say I take you up on this offer. What are you gonna do? Draw me a map or something?”

Emma snorts. She’s dismal at drawing. “I’d give you a tour. The campus has changed a lot the last few years, and I know all the best new spots. Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

She means it as a joke, but - she means it as something else, too.

Noelle’s back straightens, and there’s a renewed interest in her gaze. She gives her an easy grin. “I like the sound of that. Alright, I’m in.”

Something in Emma’s chest swoops. She can’t help but beam. “Welcome to Eastridge High tour extraordinaire.”

She takes the other girl around the school, pointing out landmarks important and trivial. Noelle opens up, not by much, but enough that Emma gets a glimpse of who she is underneath all the stoic backtalk. Intuitive, dry humor in spades, and…

And maybe...very, very attractive.

Emma’s only ever really had a crush on Ava, so she’s not totally sure what her type is, but damn. Apparently badasses check a lot of her boxes.

They wind up at the greenhouse, bequeathed by wealthy alum’s generous donation. It’s dubbed the Garden of Truth, the legend going that questions asked near the fountain in the center must be answered truthfully, with a magical limit of one a day.

Noelle chuckles, like legitimately chuckles. “You have to be making that up. Right?”

Emma tuts, kneeling to dip her fingers in the fountain’s water. “One question only, so choose wisely.”

Noelle looks up at all the hanging plants, the vines climbing towards the ceiling. “You first.”

Are you into girls?

“Have you ever been in love?” Close enough, right?

Noelle stiffens. “No,” she says, sharply, then reconsiders. “Maybe. I had feelings for someone I- someone I shouldn’t have.”

No pronouns. No closer to an answer for that, then. There’s silence for a moment, Emma tracing patterns on the water’s surface.

“You looked upset when you showed up at the parking lot today. Why?”

Emma jumps, drenching her sleeve. She stands. “I wasn’t - ”

Noelle sends her a look. “We’re in the Garden of Truth, remember? Be honest.”

Emma takes a deep breath. It might be nice to tell someone, someone with no stake in the fight. “I found out the girl I like is dating my best friend.” She wraps her arms around herself, holding Noelle’s gaze. “N-no one knows that I’m… Don’t tell anyone.” Her voice actually quivers.

Noelle reaches out and puts a hand on Emma’s arm. “I won’t. I’m good at keeping secrets.” She takes her hand back, and Emma immediately misses its warmth. “This girl… Does she know how you feel?”

Emma’s vision clouds with tears. “No.”

Noelle tilts her head, eyes crinkling in sympathy. “Figures. It’s hard to imagine someone turning you down.”

It isn’t hard for Emma - that seems to be all she has been able to imagine. The way Ava’s mouth would hang open, the way she would back away, turn her down. How it would get out, first to the cheer squad and then to the whole school. There’d be whispers, cruel jokes, pity. Everything would change.

They walk back out. Emma spots a few cheerleaders lounging around a picknick table in the courtyard. They wave her over.

Noelle slows, shoving her hands in her light-wash jeans pockets. “Looks like that’s the end of the tour. Bye for now, Cheer Squad.” She walks off before Emma can reply.

“...Bye?”

Her steps felt lighter as she joined the group. Like Noelle had lifted the weight since the Ava-Mason bombshell went off this morning. A distraction, if only for a few minutes.

Ava’s watching her with a somewhat shell-shocked expression. “Emma, I can’t believe you were talking to Noelle Harris!”

To her right, Lauren looks delighted. She twirls a lock of black hair in her manicured fingers, eyes sharp. “Don’t you know who she is?”

Emma searches the team’s faces for a hint, but she can’t find one. “What, is she famous or something?” It’s meant to be sarcastic, but she’s so confused it comes of as genuine.

Toni clears a spot for her, patting the bench. “You’d better sit down. You need to hear the truth about her!”

Taking trepidatious steps, Emma has the sinking feeling she’s gotten herself further into a mess.

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moonlightrichie · 4 years

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Reddie + in the rain + a bet, please

Thanks for the prompt! Don’t know if this is what you imagined, but I hope you like it ! ♡ This is a little inspired by the movie ‘Remember Me’. Also, this got kinda long. Enjoy!

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Warnings: smoking weed, mentions of sex, uhh shitty behavior

Richie’s week didn’t exactly get off to a good start.

When he’d woken up Monday morning to take a smoke before heading off to school, he’d never pictured his week going the way it had.

It started mildly, Richie forgetting to check the student pages to see that his 8am class had been cancelled and he’d gotten up early for nothing. Then he’d ended up stepping in dog shit on his way back home and at the exact same time, the weather gods had decided it was a good idea to provide the earth with some pouring rain. He’d been soaked within five seconds.

Nothing too bad, but just enough to make someone go “I’ve just had a really long hard day” before grabbing a beer from the fridge and settling down in the couch to watch Netflix for the rest of the night. He’d ended up messaging Beverly to meet him in the park to smoke weed, her reply a stream of heart-eyes and thumbs-ups.

The two had met, sitting down on their designated bench for the night, burning joints between their fingers. Both of them loved the park at night, especially their usual spot that was located on the other side of where the hobos slept.

But his bad Monday hadn’t ended there. In fact, it had only gotten started. Because that was when a stranger had stopped before them, a woman seeming to be around 50.

“You can’t smoke that”, she’d said. “It’s illegal.”

Richie and Beverly, high off their asses, hadn’t been able to stop their laughter, the woman frowning down at their disrespect. If Richie had been a little smarter, he’d have put the joint down, apologized and gone home. But no, instead his high brain had had to make it worse.

“I’m calling the police”, she’d muttered angrily before pulling out her phone.

Their laughter had stopped abruptly, both looking at each other desperately to figure out what they should do. Should they run? Try to convince the woman not to call the police?

Once again, had they been smarter, they’d have run. Instead though, dumb and disoriented as they’d been, they’d tried telling her not to call.

The woman had ended up not even having to call the police, because not even a second later, what appeared to be a cruising police car had driven by, stopping at the woman’s frantic gestures.

“Officers, I was just on my way home when I noticed these two…”

That was when they’d run for it, ending up with only making it worse.

If they’d just been a little smarter, they would have given themselves up paid a fine, but by running they’d bought one-way tickets into the cells for the night.

Richie’s dad had had to pay bail for the both of them (“I’m taking this out of your inheritance, Rich”), and Richie had never felt more like a disappointment in his life.

It was Wednesday when Beverly came crashing into the group room where he was quietly studying (playing games on his phone) in the library on campus. “She’s got a son.”

Richie didn’t look up from his phone, barely paying attention. “Who?”

“That woman who busted us.”

He stopped, looking up at her. She was smiling like she was insane. “Okay?”

“You should ask him out.”

Doing a double take, he almost dropped his phone. “What?”

“Ask him out. Fuck him. Dump him”, Beverly was ticking the points off with her fingers.

Having no idea where she was going with this, he leaned back in his chair with a frown. “And why should I do that?”

“Revenge”, she said simply as if it was obvious.

“How is that revenge?”

She sighed. “I saw him, okay? She was dropping him off at school, and this uptight bitch has a super neat son, all ironed shirts and fucking gelled hair. She’ll hate that a guy like you not only touched her perfect little angel, but you broke his heart too, it’ll destroy her.”

Beverly was actually crazy.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s perfect!” She threw up her hands.

“Why can’t you date him?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Uh, ‘cause I’m a lesbian?”

Richie scoffed. “Yeah, but maybe he’s not into guys either, thought about that?”

Pursing her lips, she scratched at her chin. “Huh.”

“He can be straight for all we know.”

“Rich”, she sighed in frustration.

“No.”

“He’s cute”, she sang, rocking back and forth on her heels. “What’s the harm in trying?”

“I’m not going out with some choir boy.”

“Rich, he’s like totally your type, he’s…” She stopped abruptly, suddenly hitting his arm with her hand. “Oh my god, there he is!” She nodded her head towards the hallway.

“Fuck, why’s he gotta actually be cute, too?” Richie whispered too himself, hating how Beverly was right. Despite the proper clothing and neatly done hair, the guy didn’t give off the innocent nerdy vibe Richie had pictured when Beverly first described him. Instead his doe-eyes were fierce and bright as he sat down in one of the quieter corners of the library, lips pursing as he took out his notebook.

“Right?” Beverly tapped his shoulder. “Now go get ‘em, tiger.”

“No, no, no, no”, Richie panicked as she started dragging him out of his chair. “Bev, stop it right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

If Beverly hadn’t planned this whole thing asking the guy out, Richie probably would have put his moves on the guy on his own. Richie really couldn’t stop staring at him, soft freckled cheeks and with a gaze so sharp it could cut glass; he looked like a real rule-breaker.

“I’ll give you 20 dollars if you kiss him before the week is over”, she muttered into his ear, a perfectly tweezed eyebrow rising as the challenge burned in her eyes.

“A bet?” he almost wanted to laugh. “Really?”

She shrugged. “Apparently revenge wasn’t good enough.”

He hesitated.

“Oh come on, Tozier, you’d get the best end of the deal: revenge, 20 dollars and a kiss from a cute guy.”

He hated to admit that she was right once again. Finally, he nodded his head, and before he even knew what was happening Beverly was pushing him harshly in front of the table where the cute guy was focusing on his schoolwork.

The guy didn’t even look up when Richie stepped up, clearing his throat.

He tried to look back at Beverly for help, but she was hiding behind Richie’s English book.

He cleared his throat again. “Uh, hi?”

“Can I help you?” the guy said monotonously, still not looking up from his book.

“Did you know that bending your neck like that is, like, super bad for you?” the words were out before Richie could stop them, “even giving blowjobs is better for your neck.”

Fuck, what the fuck was that? He wanted to jump out the window.

The guy finally looked up, stopping his scribbling in his book. Narrowing his eyes at Richie, he looked him over. “Excuse me?”

“Like”, Richie laughed nervously, “if you gave a blowjob to someone, it would hurt less on your neck than how you’re si-”

“No, yeah, I got that”, the guy interrupted, holding a hand up to stop Richie from finishing his sentence. “What I meant was, excuse me, but who are you?”

Richie took a bow, one hand on his stomach and one sticking out to his side. “Richie Tozier at your service.”

The guy sighed. “Okay, Richie Tozier, what is it you want?”

“Uh…” he choked up, tongue fumbling in his mouth for words.

“Cause it sounded like you were asking me for a blowjob”, the guy pressed his lips together, eyebrows rising.

Richie’s eyes widened. “No, no! I…”

“So you don’t want a blowjob?” and fucking hell, how the hell was Richie supposed to respond to that?

“Yes! Wait no! I mean you’re pretty cute, so I wouldn’t-, wait, fuck”, Richie stopped himself before he could embarrass himself even more. He took a deep breath, letting his shoulder sink in defeat. “I actually wanted to ask you out, but I say dumb shit when I get nervous. Sorry for bothering you.”

He started backing away, turning around with heat boiling in his cheeks. Never had he bombed so hard trying to pick someone up, but there was something about this guy that was extremely intimidating. Way too proper and good for someone like Richie. Richie, with his unwashed hair, chipped nail polish, broken glasses, crooked teeth and shoes with holes. He’d used those qualities to wow people before, girls finding the messiness somewhat charming.

There was really no chance that Richie could get a guy like that, and he wished he hadn’t let Beverly talk him into trying, embarrassment weighing heavily in the pit of his stomach.

“Okay, wait”, the guy’s voice tore into Richie’s thoughts, Richie turning around slowly.

“What?” he knew he sounded miserable.

The guy motioned him over with a finger, already starting to scribble something in the corner of his book. “I’m free tomorrow night.” He tore the corner off, reaching it out to Richie. “Here’s my number.” He was smiling now, eyes glinting. Oh boy was he out of Richie’s league.

Still, Richie took the note, looking at it with wide eyes before staring at the guy again. “I feel like you’re doing this out of pity.”

The guy laughed. “So what if I am? Are you going to take me out tomorrow or not?”

Nodding his head, Richie packed the note safely into his shirt pocket. “I am. You’re not gonna regret this.”

“I hope not”, the guy picked up his pencil again. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Hell yeah you will.” He started walking away before remembering something. “Hey, I never got your name?”

The guy looked up again. “Eddie.”

“Cute.” Richie winked before returning to a beaming Beverly, the two sharing a high five before leaving the library together.

Thursday night rolled around, and Richie was waiting outside the local pizza place, waiting for Eddie. He’d dressed as nice as he could: a button up that was actually one of his Hawaiian shirts only tucked inside his dark jeans instead of hanging loosely they normal. He’d washed his hair too.

“Hey”, a voice said to his right, and turning around, Richie’s gaze landed on Eddie, all dressed up in a silk shirt and dress pants. He was smiling at Richie.

“Hi.” Richie leaned down to give Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek in greeting, pushing his hands into his pockets.

The date went surprisingly well, Richie feeling much more relaxed after getting Eddie’s approval the day before, even if it was out of pity or not. He even forgot about the whole reason he’d had asked him out until Eddie mentioned his mom. Instantly, Richie’s chest felt like it was constricting, heart speeding up.

He hadn’t expected gaining genuine interest for the man in front of him, but Eddie was funny, smart and could actually keep up with Richie’s bullshit remarks, firing back just as easily as Richie fired out.

“I still live with my mom”, Eddie was dragging his finger over the top of his wine glass, going in circles as he talked. “She’s not very thrilled about the gay thing.”

Richie tried to swallow the lump in his throat with no success. “No?”

“She’s learning to live with it though”, Eddie stopped touching his wine glass, leaning his head in his hand as he looked at Richie with a smile. He laughed shortly. “Honestly I think she’d flip if she knew I was on a date with you right now.”

The lump only grew. “Oh?” he choked out, trying to seem casual. Normally he’d fire back with “that’s just ‘cause she’s jealous, Eds, she wants me all to herself”, but his heavy tongue couldn’t form the words.

“Yeah,” Eddie looked him over with shining eyes. “Smelling like cigarettes and all that, not exactly her favorite scent.”

At this point the lump was so big Richie could barely breathe.

When they were done eating and talking, the two decided to walk for a bit together, Richie offering to follow Eddie some of his way home, too scared of Eddie’s mom to offer to walk all the way.

Their hands were brushing with every step, Eddie looking up at Richie every once in a while. Richie could feel the guilt in his stomach building with each second, being around Eddie feeling like too much.

“I think I’ll turn around here”, he muttered in the end, smiling down at Eddie, hoping it didn’t look too forced.

“Okay”, Eddie was smiling. “I had a good time.”

“Me too”, Richie’s forced smile turned more genuine at that; he’d really meant it.

The two stood looking at each other for a moment, and just as Richie was about to say his goodbye, a drop of cold water hit the tip of his nose. Confused, he looked up to the sky, more rain soaking his face, and within seconds, it was pouring, Richie already blind from his glasses being fogged up with droplets.

“Well, see ya”, Richie muttered, desperate to get away so he could breathe. He started to turn away.

“You’re not gonna kiss me?”

Richie stopped, face snapping up to meet Eddie’s gaze, disappointment heavy on his beautiful features. “What?”

“All that and you’re not gonna kiss me?” Eddie’s brows were furrowed.

Richie was struggling to come up with a response, Beverly’s bet ringing in his ears.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” was the only thing he could think of to say.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

He remembered the horrible night in the cell, his dad’s disappointed stare when bailing him out, the lecture of responsibility he’d received during the car ride home. He remembered the smug look on Eddie’s mom’s face when the police put Beverly and him into the backseat of the police car, the money he now owed his dad, taken out of his own inheritance. He remembered Eddie’s words: “she’d flip if she knew I was on a date with you right now”, and Richie felt some sort of satisfaction at kissing that terrible woman’s precious little son.

So Richie stepped forward, leaning down and capturing Eddie’s lips in a kiss, immediately kissing desperately and passionately with his tongue already licking into Eddie’s mouth. Their spit mixed in with the rain, their lips sliding together easily.

‘She’d flip. She’d flip.’

Oh she’d flip, alright. Eddie hummed, hands flying up to tug at Richie’s dripping hair, tongue quick to respond and meeting Richie’s just as desperately.

‘Not very thrilled about the gay thing.’

Too bad, he thought to himself. Your son is being gay with me right now, what are you gonna do about it?

They broke apart, Richie smiling down at Eddie.

“Wow”, Eddie breathed out. “Uh, will I get to see you again?”

‘Ask him out. Fuck him. Dump him’. Beverly’s voice rang in his ears. ‘She’ll hate that a guy like you not only touched her perfect little angel, but you broke his heart too, it’ll destroy her.’

Richie felt victorious, already pulling out his phone to text Beverly to send over the 20 bucks. “Absolutely.”

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Wanna make a Deal?

Inspired by MrMautz’s “Wanna make a deal” animation and “Alastor’s Game” by the Living Tombstone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1BFaW4h-l8

A silhouette of a tall man with furry deer ears and antlers hummed happily as he walked down the cobblestone path to the Hazbin Hotel. There was a sway in his steps, like he was walking and dancing at the same time. The entrance awning was covered with a tattered pink circus tent, decorated with yellow eyes along the border. The ground was solid dark gray asphalt and dead gnarled trees stretched up toward the crimson sky. The building was pink, gold and reddish in color. A Titanic looking ship and a carousel were attached to the structure. The sign on the roof changed from Happy Hotel to Hazbin Hotel.

The stained glass windows in the double doors and off to the sides consisted of apples and circus tent designs. The doors burst open and the silhouette walked in from the burst of light. Large red eyes and a big yellow smile appeared on his face.

It was Alastor, the Radio Demon.

“I’ve got a game I want to show you.”

He spoke the words in a radio sing song voice, wearing his tattered red dress coat with a big black bow tie, his hair red and black. His under shirt was light red with a black upside down cross on it. He wore wine colored pants and black tap dancing shoes with red deer tracks on the soles. A monocle was under his right eye. He walked over toward Charlie and Vaggie in the lobby. Gray-skinned Vaggie wore her usual gray tank top and stripped leggings, plus her pink bow tie in her hair white. Charlie had her fluffy blonde hair and a pale face with blushes on her cheeks. She had her salmon pink suit on with a bow tie, a white undershirt, dark pants and shoes. Angel Dust, the white spider, was sitting on the couch in his pink and white striped suit and high heeled pink boots.

Charlie was disheartened. After having several new clients at the hotel including Angel Dust, Mimzy, Crymini, Baxter, Cherri Bomb, Arackniss, and Molly…Angel Dust was the first one to break his bad habits and almost achieve redemption. But the elite angels in Heaven weren’t accepting of sinners without them going through harsh punishment to prove themselves. Indeed, going to Heaven was near impossible.

And with Vox, Valentino, Velvet and the other Overlords up to no good, things weren’t looking very bright.

“If I give you advice, you’ll have to play, too.”

Charlie nodded, eager for advice on how to continue with her project. Vaggie held her wrist and shook her head, warning her not to accept anything from the Overlord. But the desperate princess looked at Alastor, wanting answers.

“I’ve been here for years bidding my time, waiting and primed, until I could find you.”

His partially shadowed face briefly moved closer to theirs, causing the young women to flinch. He smiled and held up a scroll of paper that read “contact,” on it. A small red and black feather pen appeared next to it. With magic, the paper was pushed toward Charlie. At the bottom of the page were several lines for other people to sign.

“Just sign on the line and we can be friends. I’ll be here for you until your world ends.”

Suspicious as Charlie was, his words also tugged at her heartstrings. Alastor had done a lot to help promote the hotel in the past several weeks on his radio show. Plus he was quick to defend Charlie, her friends and the hotel, against outsider intruders like Sir Pentious, Seviathan, and the snobby Helsa.

Charlie saw a vision in front of her from Alastor’s hand, showing her and Alastor dancing while demons lined up to the hotel, each one developing better habits. Vaggie was staring at Charlie with pride in her eyes. Both her parents hugged her and apologized for not believing in her idea to redeem sinners. The vision faded away, Charlie wondering why it had gone. Taking a deep breath Charlie took the pen and signed the contract, Vaggie staring in disbelief. Charlie looked slightly downcast, believing it was the only other option.

Alastor walked over to Angel Dust, the spider demon happy to see the attractive deer demon near him. From Alastor’s hand, light shone from it, creating another vision for Angel. In this one, Alastor was hugging Angel after the spider demon had been freed from Valentino’s clutches. Angel was now free to do what he wanted with Cherri Bomb and his friends. Angel even saw himself reuniting with his brother Arackniss, his sister Molly, his father Henroin and his mother Aranea. Alastor handed him a bag of money and wished him luck before blowing a kiss and giving him his number.

Angel’s eyes dilated as he, too, scribbled his name on the contact. With a smug look on his face, Alastor walked over to Vaggie, holding the paper in front of her. Vaggie growled and shook her head. Alastor shrugged, almost looking like he was about to walk away. But then he presented a vision to her before she could close her visible eye: Vaggie and Charlie sitting together on the roof of the hotel, smiling under a starry sky. Alastor and Angel were nowhere to be seen. Best of all, her father Valentino was in prison where he belonged. No more catering to men and being a prostitute like she did in her human life. The message in Alastor’s eyes was clear: sign this and I’ll leave you be.

With a reluctant sigh of defeat, Vaggie pressed the pen down and wrote her name. The contract vanished and Alastor stood in front of the girls with a look of triumph, the microphone staff in his right hand. He twirled it.

“Enjoy all your toys I will supply. You only live once…or twice.”

He then spoke in a low voice that no one else could hear: “And you’ll be mine.”

Alastor grinned and clenched his fist, as astrological symbols appeared in the swirling fiery light.

“The day you die, I’ll have my payment. Your eternal soul’s enslavement. Did you divine our dark arrangement?”

The light vanished and he turned back to his friends. “You were lovely entertainment.”

He pulled Charlie and Vaggie close to him, both of them with stunned looks on their faces.

“The dark desires you’ve been serving.”

He briefly hung upside down, pointing at them…

“You can bet that you’re deserving.”

He stood back up in front of them.

“No regret for who you’re hurting. Why it’s almost like you’re flirting.”

Alastor stood straight with a smirk on his face as he looked down at them. He was now wearing a matching red top hat. Everyone stared at him with suspicion and concern in their looks.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to alarm you,” he said. “If you ask me to stay, I would be charmed to.”

Charlie and Angel nodded their heads, while Vaggie crossed her arms. Charlie wanted him to stay at the hotel longer. She needed all the help she could get. She needed to convince her stern but protective father that her plan could still work. Lucifer had refused Charlie and her friends from going up to Heaven for good reason.

Alastor picked up a picture and looked at it. It was an old one of Charlie and Vaggie in the 666 News Room studio. It was back when Charlie was about to make her speech about the Happy Hotel. Vaggie had told her not to sing, but she did anyway. Charlie playfully poked Vaggie’s nose in the picture, while an On Air sign was in the background.

“You all have such cozy little lives. How do you survive like that?”

Alastor, being a being of chaos and having experienced past trauma, was not one to know what a normal life was…especially in Hell.

“I wish I knew,” Alastor said sarcastically as he tossed the picture behind him, hitting the moth demon in the head. Vaggie rubbed her head in frustration and pain. Charlie stared down at the lopsided picture, the cracked frame and the broken glass.

Angel came over and stared down at the mess as well. Alastor turned around to the three of them. “But you got a lovely little secret. You’re tired of feeling awful small. So you…”

Alastor roared, sending a scrambling Angel toward the couch. Angel sat on the couch where an old black rotary phone sat on a nearby table.

“…gave Mister Alastor a call, to make a deal. Because you’re hungry, for all the sights. You want to see them.”

The contract floated in front of Angel as a reminder. Alastor’s microphone staff glowed and an angry red eye appeared.

Appearing from Alastor’s hat was a floating dollar sign and a heart. Angel stood up from the couch and stared at both.

“Earthly delights, you feel you need them.”

Alastor appeared in front of Charlie and Vaggie.

“Your appetites, I’ll help you feed them.”

A large bag of money appeared, Alastor laying down on a couch in front of it, cupping his face.

“I’ll be your sweet Radio Demon.”

For a brief second, Alastor’s eyes turned into red radio dials, the surrounding areas black. Sitting on top of the couch was a little Alastor plush doll, the eyes black with red circles, wearing the same outfit. Angel gleefully picked up a pile of dollar bills from the bag and stuffed it in his shirt. Vaggie narrowed her eyes. Hell used souls, not dollars.

Charlie’s cheeks blushed at the sight of Alastor and the plushie. How cute would it be to have little Alastor in her arms. Charlie reached out for the figure, but Vaggie held her arm down with a glare.

“And once your hunger has abated, don’t forget your friend who waited. Watched as you indulged your thirst and…”

Alastor walked over in front of the trio. He then spoke in a bone-chilling whisper holding up a long finger, “Did I mention that you’re cursed?”

Realization hit Charlie like a ton of bricks, just as a horde of shadow demons and tentacles burst into the room. The floorboards broke and collapsed as a hole formed in the middle of the lobby, tentacles bursting forth like upright serpents. Angel Dust took out his guns and fired several rounds, but they were immediately knocked away by the shrieking spirits. The money in Angel’s shirt and the bag disappeared, replaced by a large dark portal with long tendrils emerging from it.

Charlie remembered how she had ordered Alastor to help her out with the hotel for as long as he desired. Alastor’s look told her he had done just that like he promised.

But now, he didn’t have that desire anymore.

Tears welled up in Charlie’s eyes at how foolish she had been. Fire raged in her eyes at his betrayal. A thick tentacle wrapped around her waist and started to pull her toward the portal. Charlie yelled out, her horns sprouting from the skin of her head. Angel latched onto the floorboards with all six arms, more tentacles gripping onto his many wrists and limbs. Angel strained as he tried to hold himself against the forceful tentacles. His mouth was full of sharp teeth, his arms trying to snatch at Alastor’s legs. The smiling Radio Demon merely shook his head and stepped out of his reach. Angel’s pink webs from his fingers flew against the wall as Alastor avoided them.

Vaggie grew moth wings with many eyes and sprouted out several more limbs that held weapons. With a roaring screech and a flap of her wings, Vaggie threw a horde of daggers and spears at him. Alastor’s shadow quickly flew in front of Alastor, taking the blows and protecting his master. Alastor snapped his fingers and more shadow monsters came to his aid. Alastor grew in size, dark antlers branching out from his head, his eyes becoming red radio dials. A prominent red x was on his forehead. All the demons were now in their full forms. Charlie blasted away several shadows with her flames, but more kept coming.

In one last effort, Vaggie aimed her spear at Alastor’s forehead, her wings briefly pushing back the shadow spirits. She used all her strength to move her arm among the tendrils, desperate to hit that mark. Angel also helped briefly held them back with more gunshots from summoned weapons. Alastor moved his microphone off to the side, but he wasn’t pointing it at Vaggie or Angel.

Vaggie, spear in hand, glanced out of the corner of her eye…and saw an unnerving sight. Charlie’s eyes were red radio dials, her smile unnaturally wide. She had been staring right at the microphone and listening to the soft jazz music that played from the speaker. She stared up at Alastor with utmost adoration. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach, her heart and gut crushed with anger and hopelessness. Alastor winked at Charlie and kissed her on top of her head. Charlie let go of the floor, letting herself be dragged backwards. Her eyes and form soon returned to normal, however. Realizing what she had done, she screamed in fear as the tentacles carried the princess into the gaping hole.

Vaggie screamed her girlfriend’s name as her spear was promptly knocked out of her hands by Alastor’s shadow. The microphone was then positioned in front of Vaggie and Angel. An ear-piercing shriek came from the staff, causing screams and convulsions from Vaggie and Angel. Vaggie squeezed her eyes shut and frantically covered her ears in desperation. Both Vaggie and Angel returned to their normal forms. The spirits and tentacles grabbed hold of Vaggie and Angel, pulling them helplessly toward the portal. The radio waves from the staff helped push them further back. Vaggie and Angel held hands for comfort and yelled out as they both fell through the dark hole, which soon closed.

The three fell separately through the darkness. The world soon filled with fire, symbols and static. Hell was already burning and swarming with Alastor’s minions who looted stores and feasted on the carcasses of demons and deer. The world spun around before two swirling portals appeared, one red, one dark pink. Alastor towered over the trio in his demon form, his antlers almost touching their faces. More astrological and voodoo symbols floated and moved around Alastor. His eyes were pure black with small red irises, the monocle by his right eye. His microphone staff was in his left hand, the staff appearing taller and more dimensional.

The world spun again. Charlie and Vaggie found themselves standing on the balcony of the hotel. Both of them trembled in fear. They glanced at the city below, getting a clear view of the cloudless blood red sky. Hovering in the sky was Hell’s moon, a dark sphere with a glowing red pentagram engraved on it.

Just then, the pentagram on the moon’s surface moved away, and was replaced with Alastor’s eyes and wide yellow smile. His monocle was red. The moon appeared to be inching closer towards them.

Charlie closed her eyes, calling upon four ancient beings to come forth. She opened her eyes, which briefly glowed in flames before returning to their normal yellow. The ground shook as footsteps approached. The stomping giant figures arrived from different directions, raising their claws in the air.

They were the four demonic Horsemen, each of them having the heads of horses with fangs and tall humanoid bodies. War had a red coat and flaming hair. Conquest was strong and had white fur and hair. Famine had a black horse head and a mane of wild black hair. The final Horseman, Plague was skeletal in appearance. All four giant Horsemen wore leather jackets and ripped jeans, their eyes glowing red. All four of them held the moon in place with their claws, but it wasn’t going to last long.

Charlie shot Vaggie a look, telling her to go and find a safe spot. But Vaggie stayed with her, refusing to leave her side. What Alastor said next after a few minutes paralyzed Charlie and Vaggie in fear.

“I shall consume…consume everything…”

More powerful radio waves spread through the air. They were so powerful that they knocked all four Horsemen backwards to the ground with violent crashes. The men vanished back to the ether before the shadows could finish them off.

A long black limb extended from the Alastor moon, picking up Charlie and Vaggie. The two females were lifted from the balcony in his palm. The two of them were soon moved right in front of his mouth. Given his cannibalistic nature, he knew they were going to taste delicious.

Alastor’s teeth chomped down hard into both of their heads and necks. All Charlie and Vaggie could feel was searing pain and an unpleasant crushing sensation. They let out sounds between screams and gags, the coughed up blood adding to the gushing red life force flowing from their craniums. Vaggie had gotten the brunt of the damage, her skin already pale and cold. More yellow teeth impaled her in the stomach, chest and upper thighs, whimpers and strained gasps of breath coming from her mouth. Her gray head severed from her neck and fell into the mouth opening, her body soon following. Charlie weakly tried to hold onto her friend’s hand, before she, too fell limp. Charlie weakly croaked out for her parents, her brain and thoughts going fuzzy. The last thing she saw before she was pushed in was Alastor’s dark maw and the outline of a long lavender tongue.

Charlie woke a few hours later on the ground, her body intact the way it was before. Vaggie and Angel helped her up, both of them unscathed. The three of them watched as Alastor danced by a telephone booth, the background flames illuminating the outlines of dead trees. He held a telephone in one hand then reappeared higher in the sky. In his left hand was his microphone staff, a light shining from the single eye. From his right hand, green fire sparked to life along with a green pentagram. He threw cards into the air as outlined eyes and grins of Exterminators leered in every direction. No doubt he was broadcasting his carnage and showing off.

Charlie almost wished that the Exterminators had invaded instead.

Alastor effortlessly slid down a randomly appearing flight of stairs in the sky. After going down some more, Alastor jumped from the stairs and onto the pentagram moon. His body lowered and morphed into a black spring as he shoved the moon toward the ground…

…Right where the trio were standing. In a panic, Vaggie pulled Charlie out of the way just as the moon crashed into the ground next to them.

The Radio Demon was going to destroy all of Hell!

Alastor’s body returned to normal and he glanced delightfully at the trio’s stunned frightened faces. Alastor laughed and held out one of his bloodstained business cards. It showed his smiling face in the lower right hand corner.

It read:

“Alastor, a.k.a. your sweet radio demon. :3

Wanna make a deal? Call me: 069 666 42.

After all the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment. So just sell your soul to me and I provide all you need to fulfill your desires. You wonder why I make you this special offer?

Why does anyone do anything?

Sheer absolute boredom!

(Eternal suffering and punishment in hell guaranteed!)”

Alastor danced as giant cards appeared in the background, the flames adding to the chaotic dystopian Inferno. He snapped his fingers and the trio were transported into a neon colored bar. “Alastor’s Game” was displayed in purple and light blue neon letters attached to a brick wall. Angel Dust, Vaggie, and Charlie sat at a wooden table, Alastor arriving at the head of the table to throw chips on the table to start. A gamble of life and death.

After half an hour, the table was filled with piles of playing cards, chips with bold numbers on them and a stack of dollar bills toward the left. A few of the chips had the character’s icons on it. Off to the right were beer bottles.

As they gambled, two other figures walked into the room. One of them was the gambling cat Husk and the other was a small cleaning cyclops demon named Niffty. Husk crossed his arms with a scowl, already mad that he wasn’t included in the game. Alastor suddenly grinned and held up four aces in his hand, no doubt he had cheated. Husk was furious but found himself unable to move and pounce at the man. Niffty just stood and watched eagerly on a step stool. Husk was able to grab a nearby bottle of booze and drink several gulps before putting it down. Husk and Niffty’s eyes turned into red radio dials, rooting them in place. They had already given their souls to Alastor.

Husk stared at the winning deck in Alastor’s hand and suddenly shook with fear. He remembered Alastor saying to oblivious souls in the past, “You laid your chips on the table now. When you gamble souls, the house will always win. I’m double dealing in betrayal and I’m here to cash my payout.”

Indeed, Alastor was saying the same thing now, lounging in a tall spinning chair shaped like a throne.

Husk tried to yell in warning, but no sound came out. Images of the contracts that the trio had signed appeared in front of them. Charlie, Angel and Vaggie found themselves unable to move. Neon Exterminator grins hovered in the background. Charlie and Vaggie stood by the table on Alastor’s right side, Angel on the left side.

Alastor raised his hands and two glowing pentagrams rotated behind him. He appeared to be chanting some ancient spell. Husk’s eyes grew wide as an instant feeling of dread shook him to his core. The cat demon saw flashes of metal flying from all directions in the dark. Alastor lowered his arms, his hands crossed over each other, his fingers pointing downwards. Husk was able to move and cry out just as he heard a series of sickening squelching thuds. More unsettling was the girlish giggles from Niffty beside him as the two of them witnessed the horrific result.

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust were slumped motionless onto the table, knives embedded in their backs and heads. Angel’s white furry head had been chopped clean off, the blank faced head now on the floor surrounded by blood. Several knives were lodged into Vaggie’s back, staining her clothes deep red. One knife had gotten Charlie in a fatal part of her head. Their glazed eyes and expressions were frozen in terror.

“I hope it was worth the life of sin,” Alastor finished with a dark chuckle.

Husk swore several times with audible gasps, holding in a gag reflex. Alastor moved his hands behind him and strolled along toward the exit, mentioning for Niffty and Husk to follow, no doubt going back in later to feast. Niffty eagerly scurried after him in love struck admiration for everything he did. As Husk passed by and examined the bloodstained knives, his heart stopped for a second time since he died as a human decades ago.

The knives were fatal angelic blades.

Alastor later posed and danced in front of a large wrought iron gate made of bones by the Goon Salon. He turned his head all the way around as he turned to face a crowd of terrified demons.

“You’re in my world now. Take a look around. Inside your nightmare beyond the mortal veil.”

Several horned shadow spirits with different colored triangular eyes peered at the demons before mercilessly attacking them. Alastor snapped his fingers and the “Welcome to Pentagram City” sign changed into one that read “Welcome to New Horror-leans!” Vox, Lucifer, Lilith and several Overlords were dragged into separate portals to be consumed by powerful spirits. Alastor made sure to smash and burn Vox’s TV head before sending him away. The Magne apple themed mansion quickly became a deer-themed headquarters for Alastor and those under his control.

Alastor stood by a brick wall, flames harmlessly surrounding him. His shadow turned into its beast-like wendigo form, a monstrous skeletal deer of shadow. The shadow had gigantic antlers on its head and fiery colored eyes that matched Alastor’s. The wendigo shadow raced and rampaged through town after town. Shadows stalked and spied on hiding demons, crawling through small spaces to hunt them down. The choice was simple: surrender or die. It was easy for Alastor to play music from his microphone, possessing any denizen who stared and listened too intently. The ones who were killed and tortured immediately where the primarily powerful snotty males.

No one was spared from the radio waves. Not even the imps and hellhounds could escape the Al-pocalypse.

Alastor posed back and forth at a sign that read Heaven on one side and Hell on the other. Papa Legba’s veves were drawn nearby. “You made a wrong turn at the crossroads.”

An old fashioned boxy TV showed Alastor’s neon face in orange, teal, white and black.

“Now you’re at the final episode. Eternity with me in Hell!”

Through a pentagram portal, humans from a city on Earth watched as a towering figure stomped through, carrying fire, demons and chaos with him. Alastor was in full demon form, with sharp teeth, claws, and a full head of branching antlers. He held his staff in his right hand. Voodoo imps and shadows rode on bony horses and creatures, one creature being a dragon. They carried skulls and heads on pikes. The red eyed denizen demons carried red and black banners with Alastor’s symbol: a microphone with a dialed eye in between clawed hands. Deer antlers branched out toward the bottom in an upward curve. Kalfu’s diamond-like symbols were in the design as well. The humans ran and screamed for their lives as the glowing white eyed demon roared, showing a mouth of sharp teeth. Buildings caught on fire and chaos spread everywhere.

With enough human and demon souls on his side, Alastor could go for Heaven next.

Later on, Alastor sat comfortably in a red velvet chair in a room of the Hazbin Hotel. The wallpaper was red and had the apple family crests on it. Alastor’s eyes were red radio dials. Alastor sipped coffee from an orange plaid tea cup and set it down on the table in front of him. Off to the side was a bookshelf lined with old leather bound books, vases, a white plate and a globe. On the small round table was a brown old fashioned radio, a white jug, a few white candles and a skull. A deer skull hung from the wall nearby. A picture on the wall showed a figure of Angel Dust in indigo, with the words “Addict VIP” on it. Another picture showed a furry female from Valentino’s group of clients. There was also a grandfather clock against the wall. To the right of the clock was a black grand piano.

“Pleasure to play, how I enjoyed you. Suffice to say when I play I don’t lose.”

Alastor appeared to be talking to someone nearby.

“Collecting on the debts that you accrued. It was such a gas. I really am amused.”

Just then, a black cat with large orange eyes jumped up on the table beside Alastor. Alastor leaned his face close to the feline familiar.

“Have a dark thought, I’m right beside you. A casual whisper just to guide you.”

The cat revealed a strange toothy grin. Alastor moved away. “Look over your shoulder and I gone.” The cat looked around then played with the empty tea cup, looking inside. Indeed, the animals in Hell had been spared, save for Fat Nuggets whom Alastor had for breakfast many days before.

“Remember this song…”

Alastor then stood up and waved goodbye to his audience he was talking to: floating heads in separate jars suspended in liquid on a large shelf.

They were the heads of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Katie Killjoy, Sir Pentious, Baxter and countless others.

“And I bid you adieu!”

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