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  • george-mackay-macfine
    04.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    HoneyBird - Dylan O'Brien

    A rewrite of my original HoneyBird with Dylan O'Brien.

    “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 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. She was dressed to stand out, and in this small hole in the wall café she was shining. “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 don’t want people thinking your offering something that’s not yours to offer.” 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 Y/N, when was the last time you let a guy anywhere near your bedroom or got thrown onto another’s bed.”

    “Who wants to be thrown onto someone’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 that 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.

    “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 sweatpants 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 taking in a deep breath. “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 looked dull, 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 tried not to dwell on how I looked these days, because it often ended like this with me sat struggling to connect... to recognise the girl staring back at me even though her actions mirrored my own, and 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 favorite color.” 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 bad ass, 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 color; Black.

    Eye color; Blue.

    Hometown; New Jersey.

    It seemed weird that neither Sierra nor Hudson had ever mentioned Martin before tonight but up until three months ago I’d been strict 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 bookstore, ‘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 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 pit 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.

    “Whose 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 maybe twenty-nine, standing with both his hands shoved deeply 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 a 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 Dylan O’Brien, 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 Dylan’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.

    “Nothing is wrong with you. He’s just a shitty guy.”

    “Then why was I stood up?” I leant 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 strong husky voice made my eyes widened in surprise. “But that could just be my opinion.” I turned in my seat, eyes meeting those of Dylan O’Brien. 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 whisky coloured 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. Dylan held his hands up in defence. “His words, not mine.” He chuckled hand rubbing across his stubble covered chin.

    Oh God, I am unnaturally attracted to you.

    “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand.

    “Dylan O’Brien.” 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, now. 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 Dylan.” She wagged a slim finger at him as Hudson stood.

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

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

    “I think they mean quickie.” Dylan 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, husky voice. Dreamy bedroom eyes thing isn’t going to work.”

    “You think I have bedroom eyes?” He could destroy me with his charm and I’d be thankful.

    “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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 Dylan O’Brien. When I felt like I could open my eyes again. Dylan 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, Dylan?” I turned, brining my knee up on the bench, putting some space between the two of us.

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

    “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 leant forward.

    “Who are you?” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan smirked.

    “Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 fiancé.” I found myself speaking in a horrible British accent, so bad Dylan was struggling to contain his laugher.

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

    “Really, because he told me you were his sister.” I turned back to Dylan. “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.”

    “How about I show you just how kinky I can be.” Dylan chuckled, leaning into me 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 Dylan.” Rebecca picked up one of the half empty glasses and threw it over Dylan, splattering me in the process. “I hope you two are happy together.” She screamed before stomping away. Dylan 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 Dylan turned to me.

    “Baby, Huh?” I shrugged my shoulders as a smile spread across Dylan’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 nearly missed 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 Dylan called me HoneyBird. Flirting with Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 brown 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 by 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. Dylan 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 for 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 Y/N, 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 tattoos? People do that?”

    “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 worries 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 Dylan 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?” Dylan 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?”

    “The ‘hidden’ one?” Sierra raised a brow. Dylan 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 fiancé.

    “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. Dylan’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.” Dylan 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 Dylan to move out of the booth. He didn’t. “You don’t mind I didn’t tell them about our conversation, do you?” 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.

    “No.” I cleared me throat. “It was a pretty emotion filled conversation. I assume you have a reputation to protect.” I joked.

    “Let’s go.” Dylan 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 Dylan’s 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, Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 its giving me this moody, sexy vibe.” I looked around at the exposed brick work, 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 dates. 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 honey 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 I 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 my brain is just mush.”

    “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 shooed 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 unless people want them.” 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 Dylan’s.

    There was no message.

    “There she is.” I heard a loud voice in the distance booming 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?” 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 Dylan O’Brian.

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

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

    “Why didn’t you ask for it last night?” Dylan 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 breath taking smile. “Mums a florist.”

    “Back in Boston?” 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 Dylan.”

    “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 move back?” I lent on my hand, elbow resting on the table. “To Boston 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 Dylan. 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 dads favourite football team, Liverpool, that’s their moto. 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 Dylan 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 Dylan.” 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 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 Dylan 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 Dylan. 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 too 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. Fuck off…”

    “That’s not a nice way to treat your customers.” I smirked as Dylan 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 me eyes wander his chest again, the muscles looked almost too tempting.

    “Took your time, didn’t you.” 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 lent 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 Dylan 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 Dylan’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 was 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 to feel igniting. “And thoroughly fucked at that, I suggest we take this to my office.” I leaned up, biting his earlobe.

    “Lead the way.” Dylan 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 Dylan 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 waist band 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.” Dylan’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 couldn’t recognise it. He was doing this all to me. Dylan laughed softly, breath blowing over the freshly marked skin of my neck.

    “What do you want love?”

    “Your mouth.” I whispered, cheeks flushing softly. Warmth flooding them. Dylan’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. Dylan 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,” Dylan 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. Dylan 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 Dylan 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 Dylan, 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 favorite,” Dylan groaned and tilted his head to look back at you. His brown 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.” Dylan hummed in response, the vibrations doing magical things to my body. “Jesus.”

    “Name’s Dylan 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.

    “Dylan … fuck, I’m- Jesus - I’m not going to last if you keep-” I was abruptly cut off by my own orgasm. Dylan’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’s a few things I could do, Dylan.” 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 Dylan’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. I want him.

    “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. Dylan looked down at me and I swear, the site nearly made me cry. He looked so fucking perfect.

    Without anymore teasing I reached out and gripped the base. Leaning in, I give the head a lick. His hand griped 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 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 finished 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.” Dylan 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.

    “You sure you want to do this, HoneyBird?” 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 lip’s so they touched his softly, Dylan 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.”

    “Dylan …” 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 Adams 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 hiding from me?”

    “I haven’t been, I’ve just been waiting for you to fuck me.” I smirked cheekily. Dylan 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 Dylan O’Brian 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. “Dylan …” He did one of his heart-breaking 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 myself. I concentrated on him, being inside me. The pleasure that 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.

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

    “Shit.” Dylan 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 got you chow mein.” I tried to push Dylan out as footsteps trailed away from the door.

    “What are you doing?” He asked grabbing my hips. His movements 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 my 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 Dylan 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 the to be a next time…

    “… m’ close.” I whimpered as I reached my peak. Dylan followed closely behind me, body seizing as he reached his own orgasm. My body instantly fell into a state of utter relaxation. Dylan’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 Dylan’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. Dylan walked up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Kissing me.

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

    “I don’t want to intrude Dylan.”

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

    “Okay.”

    “And 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 Dylan,” 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, Dylan," I whispered. "Or at least for later."

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

    When we reached the top of the stairs I stopped. A good friend of Dylan's was behind this door. Was I ready for this at all? Short answer, no. What was I meant to talk about? How under five minutes ago her roommate was buried deep inside me? How good he looked on his knees in front of me eating me out? How amazing his cock was?

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    25.04.2022 - 3 weeks ago

    it’s probably just me but for LPAG i can only think of Max Minghella as Jude...

    He is beautiful!

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    11.01.2022 - 4 monts ago

    Hey I was wondering if you had a master list

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    14.11.2021 - 6 monts ago

    Thanks for all the renewed love for Honey Bird, And Dylan fans, if you need a dirty Dylan fix. My requests are open.

    george-mackay-macfine :

    HoneyBird - Dylan O'Brien

    A rewrite of my original HoneyBird with Dylan O'Brien.

    “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 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. She was dressed to stand out, and in this small hole in the wall café she was shining. “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 don’t want people thinking your offering something that’s not yours to offer.” 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 Y/N, when was the last time you let a guy anywhere near your bedroom or got thrown onto another’s bed.”

    “Who wants to be thrown onto someone’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 that 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.

    “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 sweatpants 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 taking in a deep breath. “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 looked dull, 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 tried not to dwell on how I looked these days, because it often ended like this with me sat struggling to connect... to recognise the girl staring back at me even though her actions mirrored my own, and 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 favorite color.” 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 bad ass, 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 color; Black.

    Eye color; Blue.

    Hometown; New Jersey.

    It seemed weird that neither Sierra nor Hudson had ever mentioned Martin before tonight but up until three months ago I’d been strict 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 bookstore, ‘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 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 pit 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.

    “Whose 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 maybe twenty-nine, standing with both his hands shoved deeply 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 a 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 Dylan O’Brien, 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 Dylan’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.

    “Nothing is wrong with you. He’s just a shitty guy.”

    “Then why was I stood up?” I leant 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 strong husky voice made my eyes widened in surprise. “But that could just be my opinion.” I turned in my seat, eyes meeting those of Dylan O’Brien. 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 whisky coloured 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. Dylan held his hands up in defence. “His words, not mine.” He chuckled hand rubbing across his stubble covered chin.

    Oh God, I am unnaturally attracted to you.

    “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand.

    “Dylan O’Brien.” 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, now. 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 Dylan.” She wagged a slim finger at him as Hudson stood.

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

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

    “I think they mean quickie.” Dylan 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, husky voice. Dreamy bedroom eyes thing isn’t going to work.”

    “You think I have bedroom eyes?” He could destroy me with his charm and I’d be thankful.

    “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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 Dylan O’Brien. When I felt like I could open my eyes again. Dylan 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, Dylan?” I turned, brining my knee up on the bench, putting some space between the two of us.

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

    “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 leant forward.

    “Who are you?” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan smirked.

    “Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 fiancé.” I found myself speaking in a horrible British accent, so bad Dylan was struggling to contain his laugher.

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

    “Really, because he told me you were his sister.” I turned back to Dylan. “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.”

    “How about I show you just how kinky I can be.” Dylan chuckled, leaning into me 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 Dylan.” Rebecca picked up one of the half empty glasses and threw it over Dylan, splattering me in the process. “I hope you two are happy together.” She screamed before stomping away. Dylan 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 Dylan turned to me.

    “Baby, Huh?” I shrugged my shoulders as a smile spread across Dylan’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 nearly missed 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 Dylan called me HoneyBird. Flirting with Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 brown 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 by 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. Dylan 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 for 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 Y/N, 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 tattoos? People do that?”

    “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 worries 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 Dylan 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?” Dylan 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?”

    “The ‘hidden’ one?” Sierra raised a brow. Dylan 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 fiancé.

    “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. Dylan’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.” Dylan 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 Dylan to move out of the booth. He didn’t. “You don’t mind I didn’t tell them about our conversation, do you?” 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.

    “No.” I cleared me throat. “It was a pretty emotion filled conversation. I assume you have a reputation to protect.” I joked.

    “Let’s go.” Dylan 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 Dylan’s 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, Dylan 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.” Dylan 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 its giving me this moody, sexy vibe.” I looked around at the exposed brick work, 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 dates. 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 honey 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 I 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 my brain is just mush.”

    “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 shooed 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 unless people want them.” 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 Dylan’s.

    There was no message.

    “There she is.” I heard a loud voice in the distance booming 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?” 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 Dylan O’Brian.

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

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

    “Why didn’t you ask for it last night?” Dylan 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 breath taking smile. “Mums a florist.”

    “Back in Boston?” 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 Dylan.”

    “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 move back?” I lent on my hand, elbow resting on the table. “To Boston 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 Dylan. 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 dads favourite football team, Liverpool, that’s their moto. 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 Dylan 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 Dylan.” 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 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 Dylan 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 Dylan. 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 too 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. Fuck off…”

    “That’s not a nice way to treat your customers.” I smirked as Dylan 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 me eyes wander his chest again, the muscles looked almost too tempting.

    “Took your time, didn’t you.” 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 lent 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 Dylan 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 Dylan’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 was 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 to feel igniting. “And thoroughly fucked at that, I suggest we take this to my office.” I leaned up, biting his earlobe.

    “Lead the way.” Dylan 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 Dylan 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 waist band 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.” Dylan’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 couldn’t recognise it. He was doing this all to me. Dylan laughed softly, breath blowing over the freshly marked skin of my neck.

    “What do you want love?”

    “Your mouth.” I whispered, cheeks flushing softly. Warmth flooding them. Dylan’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. Dylan 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,” Dylan 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. Dylan 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 Dylan 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 Dylan, 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 favorite,” Dylan groaned and tilted his head to look back at you. His brown 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.” Dylan hummed in response, the vibrations doing magical things to my body. “Jesus.”

    “Name’s Dylan 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.

    “Dylan … fuck, I’m- Jesus - I’m not going to last if you keep-” I was abruptly cut off by my own orgasm. Dylan’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’s a few things I could do, Dylan.” 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 Dylan’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. I want him.

    “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. Dylan looked down at me and I swear, the site nearly made me cry. He looked so fucking perfect.

    Without anymore teasing I reached out and gripped the base. Leaning in, I give the head a lick. His hand griped 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 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 finished 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.” Dylan 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.

    “You sure you want to do this, HoneyBird?” 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 lip’s so they touched his softly, Dylan 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.”

    “Dylan …” 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 Adams 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 hiding from me?”

    “I haven’t been, I’ve just been waiting for you to fuck me.” I smirked cheekily. Dylan 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 Dylan O’Brian 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. “Dylan …” He did one of his heart-breaking 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 myself. I concentrated on him, being inside me. The pleasure that 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.

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

    “Shit.” Dylan 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 got you chow mein.” I tried to push Dylan out as footsteps trailed away from the door.

    “What are you doing?” He asked grabbing my hips. His movements 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 my 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 Dylan 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 the to be a next time…

    “… m’ close.” I whimpered as I reached my peak. Dylan followed closely behind me, body seizing as he reached his own orgasm. My body instantly fell into a state of utter relaxation. Dylan’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 Dylan’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. Dylan walked up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Kissing me.

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

    “I don’t want to intrude Dylan.”

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

    “Okay.”

    “And 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 Dylan,” 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, Dylan," I whispered. "Or at least for later."

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

    When we reached the top of the stairs I stopped. A good friend of Dylan's was behind this door. Was I ready for this at all? Short answer, no. What was I meant to talk about? How under five minutes ago her roommate was buried deep inside me? How good he looked on his knees in front of me eating me out? How amazing his cock was?

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    Dear Diary Prt. 13

    A/N: We're back Baby

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    December 22nd, 2011

    Dear Diary,

    It’s six o'clock in the morning, a ludicrous time to be awake really, but we’ve got a long day ahead of us. We’re driving home with George and Jordan today.

    Now, We’ve been doing this for a couple of months, and it’s been working out well. Starting everything off with ‘Dear Diary’ (something I was critical off, but now is so natural) and then me verbally purging my innermost, and most inappropriate thoughts onto the painfully white pages - We’ve done well, we’ve faced a lot but now we’re going up against the most painful thing we’ve ever faced since we started this journey.

    Christmas with my family

    Don’t get me wrong, I love my family but they drive me insane with their constant nagging about my love life - now at least I’ll have something to brag about - and my career choices.

    Will I work in the family practice? Go on to a surgery discipline?

    Drives me mental.

    I’ll write more soon, I have to get my parka into my bag,

    Love, Y/N.

    December 22nd, 2011 - One o'clock

    Jordan, George and I are finally in the car, we left after Jordan and George practically had to pull me from why bedroom as I was running around picking up anything I might need on the week-long visit.

    “Y/N,” George yelled from the couch. “You nearly done?"

    "Yeah.” I puffed out. “Just tryna….” Breathing raggedly from trying to shove my parka into the bag.

    “What?"

    "Parka,” I grunted. The material for this thing was too damn puffy, and not nearly malleable enough. “Just trying to fit it,"

    "Just carry it Y/N,” Jordan called, “We’ve gotta get on the road, or we’ll not be there until tonight and I don’t know about your mum,” He appeared at the door, eyes watching me as I tried to fold the material, “But mine’s already threatened to cut off my balls if I’m late for tea, and I quiet like my balls, useful for things,”

    "He’s right,” George called.

    “I know he is,” I groaned pulling the coat out of the overstuffed bag. “That’s why it’s so annoying.” I zipped the duffle up and pulled the coat over my body, looking to Jordan who was giving me a toothy grin. I still can’t believe this is the same Jordan who tried hitting on me the first night I’d met him, and subsequently every night out up until a couple weeks ago,

    “Y/N?” Jordan snapped his fingers, “You in there?”

    “What?” I shook my head, “Yeah, I’m here.” I picked up the bag and looked around. “Okay,“ I looked around checking for anything I may have forgotten to shove into the bag, "I’m ready,"

    "Finally,” Jordan clapped. “Let’s go, I’ll carry it,” He reached for the duffle. I passed it over to him, closing my bedroom door behind us as we walked into the living room.

    “Where are your bags?” I looked around for George and Jordan’s luggage.

    “We put it in the car before we came to get you,” George pulled open the front door and stepped into the hallway, holding it open for us.

    “Such a gentlemen,” Jordan teased as he passed George. I quickly looked around making sure everything was locked. “Harry checked it all before he and Dean left,”

    “Oh,” I walked out the door and waited for the pair. “Ready?”

    “Only a couple hours till we all get to eat a home-cooked meal,” Jordan cheered.

    “Only a couple hours until my mother and father, and the rest of my family ask me unending questions about my first semester, you mean.” I altered.

    “Tell em about the time you got drunk,” Jordan suggested as I shut the door behind us,

    “Which time,” George cackled to himself as we began our way down the hallway,

    “I think the nacho time was probably the best one,” Jordan smirked,

    “Oh, you mean the dinner we weren’t invited too?” George looked over to Jordan, a smile bubbling on his face.

    “That’s the one I mean George,” Jordan pushed open the door to the stairwell.

    “It was supposed to be a study session,” I defended myself, “Dean turned it into something more, not me.”

    “Don’t blame Dean just because you didn’t want us there,” George tutted.

    “Yeah Y/N,”

    “But don’t worry Y/N, we have five hours to discuss why you didn’t invite us to dinner,” I could hear the smirk in George’s voice as we stepped down another flight.

    “Seems like it’ll be more like five hours with two bullies in the car,"

    "Don’t be silly Y/N,” Jordan threw his arm around my shoulder. “Doncaster is only 3 hours away,"

    "Lucky me,”

    “You love it Y/N, admit it.” George chuckled. “Wouldn’t want to make this drive with anyone else,”

    He’s got you there Y/N, five hours sitting next to George… I need to sit in the front seat.

    “Yeah sure,” I quickly moved down the stairs. Beat Jordan, Beat Jordan. Beat Jordan, Beat Jordan.

    “So, now your in a rush Y/N?” Jordan laughed.

    “No,” I called over my shoulder back towards the idle walking men, “Just wanted shotgun,” I screamed as I pushed open the final door and began running towards George’s car.

    “No, you don’t Y/N,” Jordan screamed at me, the sound of his feet hitting the concrete stairs in the stairwell echoing as he ran after me. “I’m gonna get ya,"

    "Stop it Jordan,” I squealed over my shoulder. “George, tell him to stop it,"

    "Y/N?"

    "Tom?” I stopped, Tom was standing in front of me, his hands in his pocket a look of confusion covering his face.

    “What are you doin?” He laughed,

    “Run Y/N!” George yelled from behind me as he emerged from the stairwell.

    “Go!“ Tom pushed my shoulder gently sending me back into a full sprint towards the car. “Run Y/N,”

    Jordan and I were neck and neck as we reached the car.

    "Mine,” We screamed together, hands reaching out.

    “I got it,” Jordan cheered his palm flat against the metal.

    “Fuck,” I groaned, hands dropping to my knees as my lungs tried to kill themselves. “Jesus,"

    "You really aren’t fit are you?"

    "No,” I shook my head wildly, “Not at all,"

    "After Christmas,” He patted my shoulder.

    “Great,” I panted, hands still resting on my knees. “Can’t wait,"

    "You alright Y/N?” George strolled towards me, Tom by his side. “You lost by the way,”

    "Yes, I know.” I groaned. “Hi Tom,” I stood up a little straighter, ignoring the burning of my lungs, a smile coming to my lips as I took him in. “Won’t be a second George, I’ll meet you both in the car?"

    "Yeah,” George held his hand out to Tom, “Happy Christmas,"

    "See you in the New Year?” George nodded, “Mates throwing a party for New Years, you’re all welcome,"

    "We’ll be there,” George winked cheekily at me as he passed. Tom walked over to me, pulling me to his chest,

    “It’s going to be weird not seeing you for a week,” He mumbled into my hair, “I’ve grown used to seeing

    you."

    "At least it’s only a week,” I looked up at him. “I better go,” He nodded and leant down placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Seven days,"

    "Seven days,” He let go of me. His hand wrapped in mine as he walked with me to the car. He opened the door and waited for me to sit in the backseat behind Jordan, “Keep her safe MacKay,"

    "Always,” George laughed as he started the ignition.

    “Message me when you get there,"

    "I will,” Tom closed the door and stepped back onto the footpath,

    “Ready Y/N,” Jordan turned around in his seat looking back at me.

    “Ready,”

    So far the trip has been fine, Jordan, from the front seat, has been trying to get George and I to play I-spy with him, nearly the whole way, somehow he’s not figured out yet that if he stops picking things and looking at them for three minutes before he speaks we won’t guess so quickly what he’s chosen.

    I’ll write more when I’m home diary, I’ll let you know how dinner with the family went.

    Love Y/N,

    December 22nd, 2011 - Seven o'clock

    Dear Diary,

    I just need to quickly write down what just happened for prosperity, then I have to run down and have dinner with the family. So it began when George had pulled up out the front of my house.

    “Here we are,” George pulled the car into the curb bringing it to a still. I looked out the window and up at the house I’d grown up in. “You’re not going in?"

    "Just want one more minute of silence before I run in and get bombarded with all the questions,"

    "It won’t be that bad Y/N,” I looked from the house to him, He was leaning back on his headrest looking at me already.

    “You don’t know my family,” I copied his form. “They’re mental, I’m surprised my mum hasn’t popped her head through the window yet,” I groaned. “And then it’ll be onto their constant nagging about my love life,”

    “Least you have Tom now,"

    "I wish it ended there, it’ll then go to my career choices. Will I work in the family practice? Go on to a surgery discipline maybe?” I let my head fall. “Every year, since I was fifteen they’ve been asking the same questions,"

    "I’ll make you a deal, you go in there and face the hordes, and if it gets too much, send me a text saying Christmas tree and I’ll come to save you, we’ll run away together,"

    "Christmas tree?” I laughed, George nodded his head,

    “Christmas tree,"

    "Okay,"

    "Okay,” He reached across and pushed my fallen hair behind my ear, “You can do this, you’re Y/N Y/L/N,"

    "Sounds so much bigger than it is when you say it,” I laughed picking up my duffle bag from my feet. I opened the door and went to step out, stopping to turn back to George, “Christmas Tree,” He nodded his head.

    “I’ll be here, with bells on,"

    “You’d look cute with bells on,”

    “You’re cute when you’re flirting.”

    “I wasn’t flirting.” I watched him as he turned away and looked up at the sky once more.

    “I wish you had been. Tom better now how bloody lucky he is,”

    So that happened. George happened. But he always happens when I don’t expect it…

    Now it’s time for Christmas dinner with the family, I’ll write more if anything other than the nagging happens,

    Love Y/N

    December 23rd, 2011

    Dear Diary,

    I’ve survived two days (Basically two days), only just. I’m already starting to pull my hair out. The constant invasive questions from my family… It’s unbearable… The worst one though had to, by far come from my Aunt Mildred, who at dinner the night I’d arrived asked if I’d lost my virginity yet, or if that had happened a while ago. She then went into excruciating detail about how she lost her virginity.

    I’ll never be the same.

    I’ve considered messaging George, but I don’t want to ruin his time with his family.

    Five more days Diary, five more days

    December 24th, 2011

    Dear Diary,

    I’m ready to kill my family. As if Aunt Mildred’s descriptive, beyond detailed story about how she lost her virginity wasn’t enough. Now, my mum has sat me down, tonight, the night of the birth of Jesus mind you, and tried to have a safe sex talk with me… Like I haven’t known about sex, let alone sex for the last few years, since grade seven actually, and then she had the audacity to act surprised when I cut her off mid-sentence telling her I knew about the birds and the bees as she so aptly put it.

    Now she thinks I’m lying about being a virgin.

    Great. Just, great.

    I had gotten through nearly three days before I’d sent a message to George, I needed some normalcy or my new sense of normalcy. He replied pretty quickly, saying he’d be out to pick me up, true to his word, Ten minutes later he was beeping out the front of my house.

    “I’m going out,” I called as I trudged down the stairs.

    “You can’t Y/N, it’s Christmas,” Mum cried from the kitchen as I passed by.

    “It’s Christmas Eve, Ma.” I groaned. “I’m just going to see some old friends, and I’ll be home before tea,"

    "Let her go,” Mildred called from her seat on the settee. “She’s only young once,” For once Aunt Mildred wasn’t speaking utter crap.

    “I’ll be home soon,” I back out towards the front door when my mother didn’t protest to Mildred. “Before you know it,” I called finally as I shut the door behind me. I’d have to fight this battle later, but at least for now, I’d have a couple of hours without being driven up the wall.

    “Your chariot, M'lady,” George called from inside his car, his head hanging out the window, I jogged over and slipped into the passenger side. “Your mum’s watching us,” I followed his line of sight to the window where my mum and Mildred had gathered to spy on us.

    “And my Aunt Mildred.” George snorted turning the key in the ignition. “Where are we going?"

    "No idea,"

    "Want to play twenty questions?”

    “Sure."

    "You go first,” I moved in the seat so I was looking more directly at him. Watching as his lips pursed, before he smirked.

    “Have you ever checked me out when I’ve walked away from you.” My cheeks burned a bright red. “And remember friend’s don’t lie to each other.” I leaned over the console a little.

    “I am not answering that,” I gawked.

    “Don’t worry, You just did,"

    "My turn…. What’s your favourite eye colour,"

    "Yours.” My heart melted as he looked over and smiled sending me a cheeky wink. “I like the colour of yours, What’s more important? Truth or Happiness?"

    "Truth. We make our own happiness…” George nodded his head a smile pulling on his lips. “Have you ever been arrested?"

    "Once.” He nodded his head, his jaw clenched a little as he spoke. “I was seventeen… Young and stupid."

    "What happened?” I listened carefully to George. I’d seen many sides to him since our first night together on Ben Daniel’s roof, but this was new. A softer side, a more fragile side.

    “This was when I was dating Laura Francis, you remember, her and Mason and Taylor?” He gave me a quick sideways glance, waiting for an indication I’d remembered his friends.

    “Yeah,"

    "We were out one night in Cambridge before we were eighteen mind you,” He cleared his throat as he thought about this next words, “We’d all been drinking with Mason’s older brother and his friends, so we were smashed, and we went to this club,” He cleared his throat again, His eyes narrowed as he watched the road, “I started a fight and a lot of stuff got broken, we all got arrested."

    "Why’d you start a fight?"

    "Laura was hooking up with another guy,"

    "And you punched him.” I filled in the blanks. “And that’s how you got arrested."

    "Yeah,"

    "Well,” I cleared my own throat, “Laura was kind of a bitch in school, so it’s really not a big loss,” George’s lips move as laughter bubbled through.

    “Only you can make me laugh over that, Y/N,” He shook his head. “What are your favourite hobbies?” I ran a hand through my hair, using the minute to digest the story George had told me,

    “I like photography and writing.”

    “I do always see you writing in your diary?” He looked across at me as we pulled to a stop. “What are you writing about?”

    “Things,"

    "Am I one of them?"

    "What a thing?"

    "Something you write about?"

    "You’re in my life aren’t you?"

    "Yes,"

    "So yes, you are"

    "Will you show me one day?"

    "Maybe one day.” I nodded my head, I had no intent to show him, Diary.

    “How about some food?” He pulled into the car park of the McDonalds we’d wasted hours in the night we’d met. “Is that?” His eyes narrowed as he leant forward on the steering wheel, squinting out into the sun. “No fucking way,” I followed his eyes to where he was looking. Standing beside a shitty old maroon car was Julian and Sarah.

    “Julian,"

    "And stalker Sarah,” George quipped. “They’ve seen us,” Julian had stood up straighter, nodding his head towards George’s car.

    “Yup,” I nodded.

    “Alright,” George cleared his throat and turned, his hand went to the back of my headrest, as I turned to face him. “We’re doing this,” He nodded. "We're doing this." He repeated without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips touching mine. His other hand ran up and grabbed my face, holding me in place. His tongue traced my bottom lip urging mine to open when I did our tongues touched. He pulled away lips going to my neck. “Y/N.” I grabbed onto his face and pulled him back up, reattaching our lips again. My hands left his face and went to his shirt, lifting it up as he pulled me over the console and onto his lap. I grabbed his shirt and lifted it up and over his head throwing it in the back seat. My lips went to his neck as he grabbed onto the handle for the seat, letting it fall backwards so we had more room. “Y/N, we need to stop.” George grabbed my face holding it gently. “Believe me, I’m a guy, and I don’t want to, but if we don't…” I nodded my head, opening the door and slipping out. I straightened my clothes and watched as George got out and pulled a shirt on.

    “Y/N,” Her voice called across the car park, “Is that you?” I looked at George as Sarah called out to us, “Y/N Y/L/N,"

    "George,” I groaned, “Can’t we do a drive-through order?"

    "Not after than show,” He chuckled, fixing his shirt. “C'mon, we’ll just ignore her.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the doors. Sarah and Julian watched us as we neared them.

    “So you two are a thing, huh?” Julian’s voice called as we passed. “Enjoy the slutty sloppy seconds MacKay,” My feet stilled, George’s hand squeezed mine.

    “No, You know what,” I growled turning around. I stalked up to Julian and slapped him across the face, “How dare you,” I screamed. “You fucked this up Julian, you cheated on me with her,” I hissed at Sarah who’d slunk back. “So don’t think you can go around, accusing me of being a slut,” My eyes turned to slits. “You didn’t fuck me, and I’m sure if you did I wouldn’t have been able to feel it,"

    "Fuck,” I heard George whisper under his breath.

    “So next time you try and accuse me of being a slut because I’ve moved on, have a look back and think why that’s happened, you small cock fuck,” I turned on my heel and walked back to George,

    “Y/N Y/L/N, I may just be in love with you,"

    #Dear Diary#george mackay #George MacKay Imagine #dean charles chapman #Harry Styles #Harry Styles imagine
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  • george-mackay-macfine
    22.08.2021 - 9 monts ago

    Dear Diary readers. I created a TikTok and this video. Dream Grace was a legend and did a V/O for me for this whole thing!!

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    22.08.2021 - 9 monts ago

    Dear Diary Readers

    Where are you! I have something amazing to show you!

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    22.06.2021 - 11 monts ago

    Let's Play A Game. CH.5

    A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, but enjoy the smut.

    @neocil @cjand10 @queen-bunnyears

    He’d watched me all night, every move I made, from moving the fork from the container of chow mien to bringing it to my lips, his eyes never left me. As the red wine I’d drunk spilled out the side of my mouth and ran down my neck, he watched me.

    “Something wrong?” I finally asked him when he’d groaned for the sixth time in the last hour as I reached up above me into the cupboard to return the dishes to their home after I’d spent the last fifteen minutes meticulously washing them.

    “You.” He said simply.

    “I’m wrong?” I grabbed another plate moving to my tippy-toes to put it back. As I reached I heard the chair scratch against the floor as he stood up. “I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong.”

    “Really.” He was behind me now, his front pressing into my back as he took the plate from between my fingers and put it on the upper shelf. “Because from where I’m standing,” His hand dropped to my shoulder, running down until his fingers clasped around my wrist. “I can see how you are moving now, and all I can see is how you were moving last night.” Game, set, match.

    “Oh,” I shrugged. “Is that all.” I moved my body, shuffling around in the small space he’d left me. “I thought you had some serious mental illness that was making you verbally react to every tiny thing I’d done throughout dinner.” I looked up at him a bright smile on my face. “I’m glad to know you’re all there,” I tapped a finger on the side of his head, just below his temple. “Well,” I shrugged. “As far as we know.” I drug my finger drown the side of his jaw.

    “Cheeky,”

    “Honest.” I slipped out under his arm and walked towards my bedroom. “I’m going to bed, can you please turn off the lights before you sleep on the couch.”

    “Honeybird, I won’t be sleeping on the couch,” I snorted pushing the door open, as I turned back to look at him.

    “If that’s what you really think,” I walked to the bed and slipped under the covers laying in the centre of the bed. I turned on the small radio by my bed to distract myself as my heart began beating erratically as I heard him shuffle about in the kitchen. The tink of the wine glass against the counter top. The muffle of his jacket as he stripped it off and threw it over the chairs. Then the sound of his feet tapping against the floor as he walked towards my bedroom.

    “Move over Honeybird. You’re hogging the bed.”

    “This isn’t the couch.”

    “I know.” The cool air nipped at my skin as he lifted my quilt. “Don’t wanna move,” I felt the bed dip as he slid in beside me. “Look’s like we’re snuggling then,” His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

    I hated how his hand on the bare skin on my hip made my heart beat faster.

    “Hastings,” I wiggled trying to push his body off mine. “You need to leave me alone and get to the couch,”

    “There’s no way to treat your boyfriend, is it?”

    “I don’t know, let me go get one and I’ll let you know.”

    “Are you saying I’m not your boyfriend.”

    “I can’t believe this is how my night is ending.” I groaned from my spot on the bed. Long gone was the warmth the wine had provided me, now I was beginning to feel the cool chill of the night that had begun to settle, and I wasn’t sure if it was the remnants of the wine or if it were Hasting’s words that were beginning to make my cheeks flush against the chill of the room.

    “I love this song,” Five hundred miles by the Proclaimers cut through the air. “When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.” Hastings sung softly his fingers drawing on my skin. “But I would walk five-hundred miles, and I would walk five-hundred more.” I let a laugh slip out, beyond entertained by the man in my bed, not that I’d ever tell him that. “See a good song.” He pushed some of my hair behind my ear as he continued to sing. “I remember when Johnny D’aleno broke your heart in eight grade and every time I saw you for two months after you were singing this song.”

    “I was,” I nodded my head knowing where this story was heading.

    “Until me,”

    “Until you.” I reluctantly agreed. Praying for my brain to not relive the memories.

    “You still mad at him?”

    “Who Johnny?” He nodded his head. “Can I even be?” I was fourteen at the time and Johnny was the cutest boy in my grade, but of course every girl wanted him. “Should I be? I knew it would never happen, even at that age.”

    “Even if you know it’s coming, you’re never prepared for it, and that.” Hastings let out a soft low whistle. “Your first heart break…” He shook his head. “I know how it feels,”

    “What girl would be stupid enough to hurt the Jude Hastings?” His finger dragged over my hip again, slipping his finger underneath the waist band of my panties. “Hastings?”

    “Bianca Phillips.” He conceded. “We dated,”

    “I remember.” They’d dated for two years until they suddenly broke up, shocking most of our class. “But no one ever knew why,”

    “I found her making out in the art room with my best-friend.”

    “Jason?” I gasped.

    “No, Leah.”

    “Leah! What a total dick she was.” Hastings laughed, nodding his head.

    “She couldn’t help it, neither of them could.”

    “So she was… They both…”

    “Yeah.”

    “And she never thought to tell you?”

    “What? That she was interested in pussy?”

    “Well, I wouldn’t have put it quiet like that.”

    “I would.”

    “Would Hastings from sophomore year put it that way, or would current working professional Jude Hastings put it another way?”

    “We both would.” I grabbed onto his hand, stopping it’s movements against my skin.

    “Well, sophomore Hastings, I’m sorry that happened to you.” The song began to change as he shrugged his shoulders, the sheet covering his torso slipping down.

    “Dance with me.” He whispered as the intro to Ed Sheeran’s Give me love began to play through the small radio.

    “What?” Hastings sat up, pulling himself up and chucking his legs over the side of my bed.

    “Dance with me.”

    “Hastings, I’m tired, and wine drunk I need to sleep.”

    “Dance with me, Darcy,” I looked between his outstretched hand and where he stood. “C’mon Darcy, it’s just one dance.”

    “What if it isn’t?” I whispered, worried to speak any louder, incase I’d break whatever spell Jude Hastings was trying to put on me.

    “And what if it is?” He flashed another of his heartbreaking grins, the kind that would have made sophomore Darcy crash and burn harder than Johnny had. “Be brave, Ali.” The use of the old nickname he’d bestowed upon me in our early childhood made my heart flutter so much that I found myself offering him my hand and allowing him to pull me out of the bed and up to my feet. He pulled me into his bare chest, his left hand holding onto my right, the other wrapping around my waist. My free hand wound itself around his neck, holding on tightly, I knew I was afraid to let go…

    It’s the wine, Darcy. Not Jude Hastings.

    It is the fucking wine.

    We swayed back and forth, my head finding it’s own way to rest on his shoulder, allowing the exposed skin on my neck to his outwards breaths.

    “No, I just wanna hold ya.” Hastings sung quietly as we swayed back and forth to the music.

    Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

    What was happening? I, Darcy Alice Edwards cannot be feeling anything. If anything this is just my brain malfunctioning because this is what every single rom-com has told me I need, what I want a man to do for me, but this was Jude Hastings, and I couldn’t want this… I did not want this.

    But why did it have to be so nice?

    Fuck a duck.

    I couldn’t deny it, that dancing with Jude Hastings wasn’t making me feel all types of tingles wherever he was touching, and elsewhere in other place he wasn’t touching anymore, and maybe I did want to see where this night was going to go, where this fucking bet was going to go, but the other side of me, who knew what actual heartbreak, not Johnny breaking my heart in eighth grade heartbreak, but real heartbreak felt like. On the other hand, this was fun, as much as I would never admit it to him I always enjoyed our battle of the wits and I’d always found Jude handsome, I mean I’d be blind if I didn’t… but dancing with him in my bedroom wearing nothing more than his dress shirt… there was just something else happening and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

    Shit-balls, is this what a stroke feels like?

    Am I meant to be smelling toast?

    My heartbeat spiked, I’m sure if I could concentrate I could hear the thump, thump, thump nearly as loudly as I could hear the song through the room. Hastings had noticed I’d stopped swaying, and was now watching me, his hands remaining in their previous position. My breathing was hitching, becoming a varied mess of deep calming exhales and jagged short intakes. Adrenaline started to pump wildly through my body as my brain tried to focus on a silent prayer, praying that I don’t fuck this up, that I don’t fuck up such a perfect moment.

    “Darcy.” It was so soft, I’d have missed it if I wasn’t so focused, so consumed by him. He lent down a little, bending at his knee’s so our eyes were level, his hands moved from my waist, each holding onto a side of my face keeping me looking at him. “Darcy,”

    “Jude?” Then he was kissing me, a quick peck of soft lips, testing the boundaries, When I didn’t resist the peck was immediately followed by a hungry open mouthed kiss, one I’d only seen in movies like Gone with the wind, and anything by John Hughs. It was wet, and hot and everything teenage me always imagined kissing Jude Hastings would be. My hands traveled his body as his moved around mine, gripping lightly onto his shirt, encouraging to come closer, needing him closer…

    Like it were possible for us to be any closer than we were.

    His hands left my face, one going to my shoulders, the other around my back as he tried to pull me closer to him and I was at a total surrender, he had me. All of me as I titled my head up we were still kissing like the world was going to end at any moment, his tongue slipped into my mouth, gentle but demanding, controlling the passion of the kiss. My fingers gripped his hair pulling at it as I nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth.

    I had never wanted anyone like I want Jude Hastings, ever.

    Remember, Darcy. This is all a game. This is all part of his game plane.

    “Jude,” I whispered, half torn between him and his lips, and wanting to go open the door to show him the way out so I didn’t fall for his trick any longer. “This isn’t part of the bet, I’m not falling for it.”

    “Darcy, you should be kissed often.” His hand came up to my check, the other resting on my hip his shirt pushed up. “By someone who really likes you. Not in a stupid game.”

    “Then what’s this? Isn’t it your game?” Just shut your eyes, Darcy. Close them tight… It’ll be over soon and Jude Hastings kissing you will all just be a distant memory, a memory you can use when you’re lonely because you kept telling him to fuck off and one day he did it.

    “No?” He shook his head. “All I know is that when someone mentions you. I light up, and the idea of being around you, being consumed by you, and your time… Our stupid pranks” I put my hands against his chest and pushed. He countered my move and held onto my hands.

    “You don’t mean that.” Hastings smiled. A happy carefree smile. I used to love those smiles once upon a time. “I can’t think right now, there’s too much in my head.” Too much wine in my system.

    “Let me distract you.” He sat down on the bed and pulled me to stand before him. I averted my eyes to the ceiling, if I looked at him right now, I’d lose it. “Let me touch you the way only I can touch you. I know what you need,” His hand went to the waist band of my panties. “I know what you like Darcy, even after one night.” His hand returned to my shirt, his shirt pushing the material upwards. The cold air hit my skin. I felt his lips next. Kissing along the exposed skin. “Tell me you want it,” He whispered against my skin. I nodded, biting my lip, hands going to his shoulders. “I need you to tell me.”

    “Please.” I whispered, head finally tilting down from the ceiling. Jude’s hands were on my thighs, slowly pushing my, his, shirt up. His lips still attached to the skin on my stomach, the kissed below my belli button, pulling the waistband of my panties out of the way ever so slightly. God I’ve died and found heaven. He looked up, his lips leaving my skin. Jude’s fingertips hooking onto my underwear. Thank God I was wearing one of my nicer pairs today… Not that Jude would pay much attention to them I’m sure, “Hastings.” I whispered as he pulled my underwear down my legs, dropping them when they got to my knees. He pulled me towards him, I fell onto his lap. My hands still holding onto his shoulders.

    “Do you know before last night it’d been three years since I kissed you last?” He leaned in, hands going to the buttons on the shirt.

    This was really fucking happening again.

    “You remember.” His fingertips ran up and down my spine.

    “It’s never left my mind.” My hands left his shoulders and went to his cheeks. “Another stupid game that brought us together.”

    “We need to stop playing games together…” I lent down and pressed my lips against his. When I pulled away, his hands wound in my hair pulling my lips back to his.

    “God.” He whispered in a moment of separation between us. His tongue traced across my bottom lip gently, but with an urgency and neediness that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled away, his bottom lip was between mine, a trick I’d learned from him, three years prior, now reused on him. “Fucking christ.” His lips moved to my neck, greedily leaving kisses all over.

    “Hastings.” He pulled back, grabbing my hand with his dragging it down his chest, he stopped when our hands reached the bulge in his pants.

    “Look what you do to me. You feel it?” I nod and move back in, running my fingers through his hair as I kiss him again. Jude’s hands went back to my shirt, moving it so he had more access to my back. Fingertips pushing roughly into my skin. It should have hurt, but instead it made me want more.

    “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered. Ignoring my own warning as my hands left his hair and went between us to his belt. “Such a bad idea…” I whispered agains as I undid his belt. What are we even doing? My mind is so muddled by the feeling of his hands running along my back tugging at my hair. The way his teeth nip at my bottom lip as he pulls away, he puts some distance between our lips, looking down at where my hands are working on the buttons on his jeans.

    “Then why are you unzipping my jeans.” He grabbed onto my face, holding so gently as if he were worried I would break. “I want you Darcy,” Taking his words as encouragement I reached for his jeans again. Running my fingers along the skin above, fingers playing with the hair leading down from his belly-button.

    “Are you sure this is a good idea.” I whispered, looking up from where my hands play to look at Jude. He lowered his head to mine, a hand moving from my back, tickling it’s way up to the back of my neck tilting my head up, until his lips met mine. His lips brushed mine, softly as if he was waiting to see my reaction, when I pushed forward a little he gave me a real kiss, soft and slow. His hand left my neck, going back around my waist, pulling me onto his lap even more, I could feel him underneath me, hard. Ready and waiting. Jude pulled away first, his eyes stared into mine as he watched me move my hand slowly down his bare chest. Dragging it once more down, before leading it into his boxers.

    Now, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen a penis. I wasn’t seventeen anymore, I wasn’t a virgin, But this was Jude, and this was Jude’s penis, and while I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I wasn’t a veteran in the penis riding rodeo,

    “You look surprised.” He whispered. I couldn’t help but giggle.

    “Just thinking about how the high school rumour mill was true for once.” I whispered, I could feel the hard bulge under my fingers and I squeezed it a little, teasing a hiss from him. I took that as a good sign, running my hand up and down the outline of him. I looked down at my hand, watching as it palmed him through his boxers.

    “God, Darcy,” He hissed. I looked up his face. His eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly. This was Jude Hastings. Suddenly his eyelashes fluttered open, his eyes meeting mine and he winked at me, biting his lips when his hips rolled pushing himself into my hand, “Jesus.” He whispered, and the tent in the boxers was now bigger, feeling heavier in my hands. He pulled my hand away, kissing me fully and hungrily, my hands roaming his back, while his were firmly planted on my jaw. My hips rolling out of instinct, a soft moan ripping from his throat.

    “I need you.” I whispered against his skin, His lips going to my neck.

    “You’ve got me.” His hand left my jaw, going back to my shirt, pulling it from my body. He watched me, shirtless, nothing but my silk skirt left, on his lap. His eyes filled thickly with lust. “Take what you want.” I didn’t need any more, My hand went to his pants again, pulling the boxers down. I stared at him he was definitely bigger, longer, thicker than my last, well my last before him. My hand already around his length, my thumb swiping over his tip to collect the liquid that had gathered there.

    It was now or never. Now was the time I was going to have sex with Jude Hastings, sober… Or mostly sober, the boy I’d fallen so helplessly in love with during my childhood. My best-friend till we started middle school, and now my… friend?

    It was fine though, He was now only a friend to me too… We were friends? Enemies? Frienamies. Frienamies who were about to have sex… Sex Frienamies…

    “Darcy… You gotta do something honeybird,” He whispered, pulling my lips to his. I knew he was right, and before I knew it I was lifting up a little, hovering over him. It was as if Jude could sense how nervous I was, about what was going to happen as he placed his hands on my hips, encouraging me, lowering me down on him. Jesus, fuck… This hurt. “Darcy.” But hearing Jude Hastings moan my name did something to me. Elicited something primal in me, something I didn’t know existed… Suddenly I didn’t care about the pain anymore, All I was sure about was I wanted to hear Jude moan my name again. My hands gripped onto his shoulders digging in as I began to roll my hips into his, Feeling him inside, hitting me in all the places no one else ever had… No one else could like him.

    “Hastings.” I whimpered. He looked up from where our bodies met, his hands holding tightly onto my hips. He moaned loudly, God I don’t think I’d ever heard anything more attractive. His fingertips dug into my hips as he began to thrust his own hips upwards. “Jude.” Another strained whimper. “I need…” I closed my eyes, I couldn’t keep this up. It was too much. “I can’t.”

    “I know.” He whispered. Lips meeting mine as I fell forward into him. Jude lifted us, rolling us over so I was under him now. His jeans had fallen down his legs and pooled at his ankles. “God, you feel incredible.” He whispered, pushing my hair away from my face as his hips rolled into me. “Even better than last night.” It was slow this time, both of us leaving feathery touches on the other’s body and kissing as if it was the last day we had on earth, and this was how we wanted to go out.

    To be fair, if I was going to go out… This would be the way I’d want to spend my last day.

    “Oh god.” I moaned loudly when he started going faster, One of my legs hooking around his waist the other bent at the knee, as he hit harder, deeper. One of my arms hooked around his shoulder, pressing his body to mine in a desperate attempt to have him as close as possible. I started to suck a mark on his shoulder, wanting to drown the moans that threatened to come out.

    “Don’t think about it.” He demanded already seeming to know where my mind was drifting too, “Just think about right now, think about me.” He whispered lips attaching to my neck, his hips moving harder and making me forget everything I had in my mind, every fear I had about what would come next. What would happen once this was over. The only thing I could think about after was him, his name falling from my lips. “Just think about how good this feels, how right this feels.” He moaned when I started clenching around him, nails scratching his back roughly. “Let go.” I couldn’t stop or command my body to stop doing it, all it could manage to do was shake and quiver as a billion and one small bubbles of pleasure burst inside of me. I kissed him eagerly, the low grunt and the curse he let go when he reached his high, enough to make me want him all over again. “Fuck.” He whispered his body slowing. Jude tossed his head back, moaning once more as he came down from his high, his hand clinched at my hip until he relaxed, falling down on top of me his lips going to my forehead in a splatter of kisses.

    #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien #Dylan O'brien smut #calahan skogman#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #George mackay#Ben Hardy #Ben Hardy Smut #George Mackay Smut #Ben Hardy Imagine
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  • george-mackay-macfine
    20.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    Please write more let's play a game. I need to know what comes next

    Writing right now.

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    11.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    Let's play a game. Prt 4.

    A/N: Sorry it took so long, I had uni but how are you all liking the story and the characters?

    Tag list; @neocil @cjand10 @queen-bunnyears @rebelflower19

    If you want to join the tag list let me know.

    "Let me in, Edwards." Hastings continued to bang on the door.

    "No," I called back at him. "I don't want to spend another night in your bed. Never. Ever." Back braced against the wood.

    "Don't lie. You'll make the baby Jesus cry."

    "Shut up, Hastings." I turned, fingers digging into the wood grain as I stood on my tippy-toes watching him. There he was out in the hallway, one arm resting on the other side of the door, his teeth showing as he laughed all too easily at his own dumb joke. "I'm not opening the door, so you may as well leave." He rolled his eyes, looking at the peephole. "I'm serious." He stood there for a minute, contemplating the options I'd given him.

    "Fine." He pushed away from the door. "Have it your way." and then he was gone, disappearing down the hallway.

    "Alone again, finally." I pushed myself away and walked back into my kitchen, where my frozen meal sat on the cutting board. I'd been reading the directions before Hastings had so rudely interrupted me. "Heat on high for ten minutes… ten minutes." I picked the box up and looked at it. "You're supposed to be easy and quick!" I cried at it as if it had the ability to apologise for the disgusting amount of time I was going to have to wait for it to heat up.

    "I am sorry about this." I heard Hastings voice from the hallway. "Forgot my key again." Jude Hastings says what now?

    "It's not a problem, Jude. I'm just happy you and Darcy finally got over your issues." The voice of my too sweet, too kind, too naive landlady Patricia Gregson cooed at Hastings. "And what you have planned for the night, It's the least I can do after the effort you've gone through." Was the last she said before the door swung open.

    "Honey, I'm home." My own personal demon smirked, stepping into my house. My domain. He was not allowed in my house. "What are you doing there? I told you I was taking you to my apartment for a special dinner." He walked in like he owned the place.

    "Hi Darcy, sweetheart." Patricia waved from the hallway. "I was just telling Jude here how happy I am for the two of you." She smiled happily. "If my Colin was around to see you two now." She shook her head, her eyes glazing over to another time. She pulled herself back, shaking her head, looking at both Jude and I. "He'd be so happy to see this. We always knew you'd wind up together."

    Oh, Patricia. If only you knew.

    "Yeah." I nodded my head, unable to break her heart. "It's a shock to us all." I walked over to where he stood and slung an arm around his waist. "Thanks for letting him in." I smiled through gritted teeth. "I must have been in the bathroom when he was knocking."

    "You've been peeing a lot lately." Hastings looked down at me. "When was your last period? You don't think-"

    "I better be off, lots to do." Patricia reached in and grabbed the door handle, quickly pulling it shut behind her. When I'm sure she was gone, I pushed Hastings away from me, shoving him hard.

    "Are you out of your mind?"

    "What?"

    "What?" I mimicked his stupid voice. "You just insinuated to my landlady that I am with child, you absolute dickhead."

    "Sorry." He snorted.

    "Sorry?"

    "Yeah, sorry." He turned away and started to look through my house. "You packed your bag yet?"

    "You know I haven't." I sighed.

    "Well, go pack one." He put his hands on his hips, his shirt lifting as he moved to reveal the slither of flesh that I have a distinct memory of running my tongue across last night.

    "Look, Hastings… Tonight really isn't a good night." I ran a hand through my hair. "I have to be at work early tomorrow, and it's just… I don't know how ready I'll be to teach a group of kids if I don't wake up in my own bed, and I'm still tense from a sleepless night lying beside you." I admitted. "I know what the whole game is, but I don't know if I can play tonight-"

    "Darcy." He stopped me mid-speech. "Don't worry about the game. Your job's more important." He pointed through to where my bedroom was visible. "Besides, your bed looks comfortable, so I don't mind. I'll sleep here." He shrugged, walking into the small kitchen. "We'll order some food because that looks like unappealing crap… watch a movie, and then I'll woo you to death." I watched him. For the first time in a long time, I watched Jude Hastings rifle through the assortment of take away menu's I had hanging on the fridge. His body looked abnormally large in the small kitchen. "Aha." He cheered when he found a menu he liked. "Chinese." For the first time in a long time, all I could think was maybe this wouldn't be the worst night ever.

    "What are you doing."

    "Ordering us Chinese." He waved the menu. "Still a fan of chow mien?"

    "You remember?"

    "You ate it every Friday for a year." He winked. "And I have a good memory."

    "I see your good at self-encouragement."

    "It's not the only thing I'm good at." He smirked, holding his phone to his ear. "I'm also good at rescuing a damsel in distress from a microwave meal."

    "I'm not going to sleep with you again, Hastings." I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, grabbing the nearby glasses. "So this whole thing, the hot guy coming to order Chinese food with his dreamy bedroom eyes… It won't work."

    "You think I have dreamy bedroom eyes?" He gave a lopsided grin. "Hi yes," He spoke into the phone. "Can I order a delivery please." I tuned him out as I poured the two glasses of white wine and sat down at the small island bench. I wasn't even sure if he drank wine, but it was open, and I wasn't one to waste alcohol. "It'll be about fifteen-twenty minutes."

    "Okay." I passed the second glass of wine to him, taking a large sip of my own.

    "Can I tell you a secret?"

    "Only if it's a good one I don't want anything subpar." He moved, sitting beside me on the second chair. His glass of wine clanking against the bench as he moved. He leaned in, his free hand brushing hair behind my ear, teasingly slow.

    "If you think I was giving you bedroom eyes before." He chuckled lowly, head dipping so our eyes were level, the very tip of his nose bushing mine. "Then you won't believe what it's like when I really give you bedroom eyes."

    "You think you're so smooth, don't you."

    Part of me really wanted to see those bedroom eyes, the other part of me knew that I may not have the will to not sleep with him again if I did.

    "I don't, actually." He pulled away slightly. "But I'm trying to win your heart, and your beautiful, so I'm going to tell you."

    "Are you drunk?"

    "No." I leant an elbow on the counter, laying my head in my hand looking up at him. "And tomorrow morning, I'm still going to be sober, and you." He shook his head, looking up to the ceiling. "You… You are still going to be beautiful." Am I imagining this, or is THE Jude Hastings giving me a compliment.

    "Woe." I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. A big smile, one that felt like it was the first genuine smile I'd had in years. "You really are a smooth, smooth man Hastings."

    "Why do you never call me Jude?"

    "Why do you hardly call me Darcy."

    "Because you call me Hastings all the time."

    "I only call you Hastings because—"I stumbled. "I don't know I've just always called you Hastings." I sat up, pulling one of my knees up into my chest. "Who knows, maybe one day I'll call you Jude."

    "I think my heart would stop if you ever did that,"

    "How do you think the town is taking the news of our epic romance?"

    "Well, I checked the obituaries this morning, so far we haven't shocked anyone to death yet."

    "So you're saying we've failed." I laughed. "A day of pretending to be a couple and no one has rolled over and died?" I gasped.

    "Maybe that means that we need to step it up, huh?"

    "Flattering, but I am not interested."

    "Honeybird," Another new nickname? Calm down Edwards. "You looked me in the eye a little too long to not be interested in me."

    "You're really trying this aren't you." I waved a finger between us.

    "Trying what?"

    "To get me to fall in love with you." A smile pulled on his lips, not his usual asshole smirk, but a genuine smile, the one that to make butterflies launch themselves all around my stomach.

    "It'd be an honour to have the Darcy Alice Edwards fall in love with me, so I'm going to give it my all."

    "As it would be an honour to break your heart, Jude Alexander Hastings."

    "So you do know how to say my name." He sat back, arms crossing over his chest as he looked me feigning shock. "I'm also going to need you to tell Sato that Fredrick isn't my real middle name."

    "No." I began to pick at the hem of my nightgown, thankful he'd given me a Segway comment from the conversation that was getting all too serious too fast. "I don't think I can do that,"

    "What is the obsession."

    "With?"

    "Telling people I have that heinous name as any part of me?"

    "I like the idea of all these girls being so enraptured by Jude Hastings, picturing themselves as Mrs Jude Hastings, then having that dream crash and burn around them when they think that your middle name is Fredrick… I mean the name isn't exactly a turn-on." I shrugged. Hastings watched me for a moment, studying me as if this was the first time he, a male, had ever come in contact with me, a female.

    "You really are evil." His hand stretched out, his fingers tapping against my temple gently. "This brain in here, it was made for terrible, terrible things,"

    "Not terrible things." I denied. "Just terrible things when you're involved."

    I needed him to stop touching me, because the slight rub of his fingers over my skin made flashbacks from last night pop up all over my brain, which caused my heart rate to increase, which caused me to want to see if he was as good as he was last night sober, which was a horrible thought to have indeed when you're dealing with a childhood enemy.

    "More wine." I stood and walked back to the fridge, ignoring the half-open bottle on the table. I needed space from him.

    "There's wine here." I kept my back to him, walking to the small sink and standing in front of it. I needed my space. I hated Jude Hastings, with a passion… But something inside of me wanted to let him in, let him change my mind about him, or at least let a part of him in… "Darcy." His voice was suddenly behind me, his hands on my hips, the edge of my shirt lifting as he held on.

    Stop it Darcy. Stop thinking with your metaphorical dick.

    His right hand left my hip and went to the hair that covered my neck, pushing it out of the way. My hands gripped onto the bench tighter, as I told myself over and over not to turn around, not to face him because if I did then that was it. We'd end up in my bed, our incoming food forgotten. But then his lips touched my neck and my knees went weak as my head lolled backwards resting on his shoulder, and I wasn't sure I was in the mood for Chinese anymore. I turned around, looking up at Hastings.

    "Do you want to know what I think when I think about you, Darcy?" He whispered, his hands pushing the hair behind my ear as I numbly nodded. "I see the little girl who wore a sunflower sundress and ran around my parents' backyard like a kid on a sugar high." I knew the exact dress he was talking about. "The little girl who I got Christmas photos with every year up until we were thirteen… That was when you started to hate me." He was right. "You will always be the little girl I had a crush on when I was eight."

    "You… You had a crush on me?" A smile that made my heart race spread across his lips.

    "Only the biggest one, you were the cutest girl I'd ever seen."

    Don't fall for it Darcy, this is all part of his big old plan to make you fall in love with his stupid squishable face.

    "Dinner will be here in a minute. I'm going to wash up." I sidestepped around him and made my way to my small bathroom. "Get together, Darcy." I muttered, leaning against the door as soon as I'd shut it, disconnecting myself from the girl who was just fawning all over Hastings. "Fuck," I walked over the sink and took a look at myself. My cheeks were flushed and my hair was slightly puffed from where Hastings had moved it aside to kiss my neck.

    Involving parents and colleagues was a level of dirty. Inflicting emotional bullshit from the past was a whole new level of dirty. Clearly, Hastings had no problem playing that card.

    If he really thinks he can get me on the sentimental crap just because I'm a woman, then I'm going to use the greatest weakness of a man against him.

    "Hastings, you are going down." My hands gripped onto the edge of the sink as I formulated my plan. Thankfully years of watching Hastings be a man whore in front of me I knew exactly what to do to get his blood pumping.

    "Darcy," His fingers tapped against the door, "Dinner is here."

    "You start." I walked over pulling the door open wide. "I'm just going to change." I walked past him and into my bedroom, shutting the sliding doors that cut it off from the rest of the apartment, making sure I left a sizeable gap for any peering eyes - trust me, there were going to be peeping eyes. "Where are you," I muttered, looking at the pile of clothes I'd discarded before I'd begun cooking today. I needed Hastings shirt. "Bingo." I spotted the white material underneath my jeans. Stripping from the dress I made sure the straps of my bra - I'd paid a lot for it once upon a time, I needed it to come through for me - could be seen, or at least enough for Hastings to see through the thin fabric of his shirt. Pulling it over my body, I fastened the buttons before pulling a pair of white socks over my feet. I could feel his eyes on me as I stood back up, fixing my hair and pulling the shirt down.

    Play innocent, Darcy.

    "Smells good." I called out as I turned. There he was, standing at the kitchen bench filled with Chinese take out watching me. His eyes looked drastically darker and I don't think it was just because of the distance between us. I pushed the doors open trying to control the smile that wanted to break out on my face as I walked over to the bench. "Yum." I picked up the container of chow mien. "You not eating?"

    "What I want isn't exactly on the menu."

    "Oh?" I picked up the menu and waved it. "They're usually pretty good. You could have asked them to make it." I lifted myself up onto a clean spot on the bench, crossing my legs underneath each other. "I'm sure it could have been on the menu."

    "Darcy," His eyes were travelling all over my body. "This isn't fair."

    "What I'm going to eat all this Chinese, and you don't get any?"

    "Yeah." He picked up a nearby carton and shoved a pair of chopsticks inside. "Something like that."

    "I can't wait for bed." I lifted one of my arms above my head and stretched, cool air hitting the newly exposed skin. "I'm so beat."

    "Fucking Christ." He mumbled, shaking his head.

    Darcy - One.

    Man-whore demon - nill.

    "Language." I quipped, picking a noodle from the carton and popping it into my mouth. "Mhhhmm." I moaned excessively at the taste. Turn it up, why don't you, Darcy.

    Good luck not busting a nut tonight, Hastings.

    #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #Dylan O'Brien story #Dylan O'Brien Head Cannon #dylan o'brien x reader #Calahan Skogman #Calahan Skogman imagine #Harry Styles #Harry Styles Imagine #Harry Styles one shot #Dylan O'Brien One shot #George MacKay #George MacKay imagine
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  • george-mackay-macfine
    09.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    What happened to Dear Diary? I loved that one

    It’s being published! Or in the works too be, so I’ve had to stop posting it online. Which is why I’m dedicating time to LPAG!

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    09.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    I think Dylan O'Brien, Calahan Skogman or Ben Hardy would be best for Jude... But more so the first two because I see Jude being REALLY tall and built.

    This is the vibe.  I concur 100%. The first two also have that super cheeky persona to them, while still being serious, it also doesn’t hurt that I am simply in love with them.

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    08.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    If Jude in LPAG calls Darcy Honeybird that will end me.

    Well, now I want this to happen.

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  • george-mackay-macfine
    05.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    I think I'm in love with Dylan O'Brien.

    That's it, that's the post.

    #Dylan O'brien #Dylan O'Brien love
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  • george-mackay-macfine
    03.05.2021 - 1 year ago

    Can you rewrite HoneyBird to suit Dylan?

    I totally can if that’s something people are interested in?

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