#(as a European we reached midnight already so i am greeting you all and giving you my best wishes from the future 💖😌)

[destiel-wings]

HAPPY SUPERNATURAL REVIVAL YEAR EVERYONE 🤡🤡🤡😌💖

[impala666]

The One With Mrs. Bing Part Two: Feeling Happy

Happy New Year!!!!! The reader may or may not be a little frisky in this one. Don’t worry its relatively clean, or as clean and Friends usually is. 

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You had an early shift at the store, so thankfully now you had all day to sit around and wait to have dinner with your mom. Now all you had to do was think about it, and think about it, and think about it. You sat on one of the bar stools by the counter with a cup of coffee in front of you that probably had to be cold by now because all you had been doing was staring off into space. “Y/N!” Joey yelled again trying to get your attention for the tenth time. 

“What?” You asked, shaking your head as you mentally woke yourself up. 

“Do you want some eggs and bacon? Joey asked you from his spot at the stove. You nodded your head yes as you rested your chin in your hand. “You good?”

“I think so, just mentally preparing to see my mom for dinner tonight. I guess,” you shrugged as you watched your boyfriend make the both of you breakfast.

“It’s your first time seeing her since you moved here, right?” Again you nodded. “Look,” Joey put everything on plates before bringing it over to you at your seat as he took your one hand in both of his, “I know it’s terrifying. But you know you have Chandler, me, and everyone else there with you in case anything happens. Okay?” Joey promised you as he just got lost in your eyes. 

“Yeah, I know.” You smiled sweetly and appreciatively at him.

“Good, now let's eat.” Joey said as the both of you dug into your breakfast that tasted so good after getting those worries off of your chest. 

*********

It was officially time. You were at the restaurant of your mom’s choice which was a Mexican restaurant. Chandler was on one side of your mother, and you were on her other side with Joey sitting next to you. “Mmm, I am famished. What do I want?” Your mom wondered out loud as she poured tequila shots for all of you . 

“Please God, don’t let it be kung pao chicken.” Chandler joked with her as he was looking down at his own menu. Making you chuckle and look up at your family from your own menu. 

“Oh! You two watched the show!” She cheered as she put both of her arms around the both of you. “What’d you think?” She asked, patting Chandler on the chest and you on the knee. 

“Well, I think you need to come out of your shell just a little bit.” You messed with her. Your mom just smiled and shook her head at you. 

“What is this dive?” You heard Ross announce as he walked over to your table. “Only you could have picked this place.” He smiled down at your mom.

“Come on.” Your mom got up from her seat to greet him. “Shut up, it’s fun. Give me a hug.” Your mom greeted Ross, pulling him into a hug. Chandler made a face like he knew that was going to happen, and you turned to Joey and raised your eyebrows and rolled your eyes. When she stopped by your apartment to go to the restaurant, she tried to act all flirty with Joey like she just was with Ross. But when you introduced him as your boyfriend she immediately dropped it. “I think we’re ready for some tequila.” Your mom announced everyone, and you couldn't agree more. 

“I know I am.” Chandler said to himself. 

“Who’s doing shots?” Your mom asked everyone, already passing glasses to you and Chandler already knowing your answer. 

“Yes please,” you smiled as you passed another shot glass to Joey after you grabbed two for yourself. 

“There you go,” your mom passed them to Phoebe and Monica. “Ross?” You all looked at him waiting for an answer. 

“I’m not really a shot drinking kind of guy.” Ross explained to her as Paolo and Rachel ran in clearly looking like they were in the middle of something before they ran out the door to come to dinner. 

“Sorry we’re late. We, uh, kind of just, you know lost track of time.” Rachel chuckled through her explanation. 

“But a man can change.” Ross said, knowing the sight of Rachel with anyone else was enough to throw a couple back. But of course he winced at the sudden rush from the alcohol as he placed the shot glass back on the table. 

On the inside you knew that you were a tad drunk, the couple of extra shots that you shared with your mom put you just slightly on the tip of the edge. But you knew that you were handling your liquor much better than Ross was, however that could quickly change once your mom started to ask you and Joey questions about your relationship. But thankfully, Ross’s big drunk mouth managed to save both you and Joey the grilling that was about to begin. “Does anyone want me to appraise anything?” Ross slurred as he held an empty shot glass to his eye like he was about to take an extremely close look at something. But his mood dropped when Rachel fed Paolo a chip with some salsa on it, but it just got worse and more gross when Paolo started to lick Rachel’s hand after taking a bite of the chip. Chandler smiled uncomfortably at Ross while you and your mom couldn’t help but look at each other and roll your eyes. You couldn’t help, but make a face of slight disgust. You weren’t prude by any stretch, because some of the things that Joey and you had done would certainly prove that. But a smile came back to your face when you felt Joey put a loving and comforting hand on your lap, so you reached up a hand and lightly caressed his face as Rachel started talking to your mother about her books. 

“Mrs. Bing, I have to tell you. I have read everything you’ve ever written. No, I mean it.” Rachel told you as you looked at her with a weird kind of smile. “I mean when I read “Euphoria At Midnight,” all I wanted to do was become a writer.”

“Oh! Please, honey,” your mom waved her off. “If I can do it anybody can. You just start out with half a dozen European. Throw in 30 euphemisms for male genitalia and bam! You have got yourself a book.” Your mom told all of you her writing process in extreme detail. 

“Our mother! Ladies and gentlemen,” Chandler announced trying to show that he wasn’t uncomfortable but the both of you knew that he was. And for you too for that matter. But you kept your smile on your faces when your mom put her arms around the both of you.

*****

It was a little more into the night and all of you were still at your tables. With the exception of Ross who ran to use the restroom and your mom who had gone to check to see if she had any messages on the phone at the hotel room that she was staying in.

Needless to say you were a little drunk and a tad cuddly. While all of your friends and you talked you had your head on Joey’s shoulder while he had a hand resting on your thigh under the table. “When are we gonna go?” You asked Joey from your place on his shoulder as you looked up at him through your eyelashes as you batted them. A smile grew on your face when a not so subtle bright smile grew on Joey’s lips, his teeth dazzling in the light making you want to jump his bones even more. 

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and we can go, okay?” Joey asked and you nodded before he pecked a kiss on your lips before he got up and headed in the direction of the bathrooms. When you sat up straight you noticed everyone staring at you with smirks on their faces, except for Chandler who just had a look of disgust.

“What?” You chuckled looking at Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe. 

“You’re happy,” Phoebe mused as she smiled just as brightly as the other girls next to her. But you looked at them confused.

“You and Joey just look really happy, Y/N,” Monica smiled at you.

“I know, it sounds selfish, but I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.” You shrugged trying to hide the blush that came to your face. Everyone just sat there with small smiles on their faces, even Chandler despite what he knew just happened between you and his best friend in front of him. When you looked up again you smiled when you saw Joey come back from the bathroom looking like his pants were on fire. “Are you okay?” You asked Joey as you stood up from your seat and meeting him behind his chair. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Joey admitted even though he didn’t seem fine. “Let’s just go, okay?” Joey asked as he grabbed your hand a returned to the Joey that he was before he went to the bathroom, with that bright smile on his face.

“Alright, let’s go home.” You smiled, and as soon as the words left your mouth you could feel Joey grab your jacket from your chair and started to almost drag you to the door. “Tell mom that I’ll see her tomorrow,” you called to your brother over. You could tell that something was going on with Joey, because he looked like he had to go to the bathroom, but he also seemed to have something on his mind. But when you finally got home and Joey pressed you against the door after the both of you had just walked through it, it seemed he only had one thing on his mind.

[belladonnaandulriched]

the artist | chapter seven

“Thank you for the ride home, Lars,” I said as I climbed out of the car. Will had told him to borrow his car in order to take me back home to Tacoma; Will himself meanwhile remained back at the speak easy with Joey. It was after midnight by the time Lars had arrived at my parents' place.

“It is my greatest pleasure,” he told me as he gave me a sly lopsided grin and a whiff of that minty gum. Even in the darkness, those green irises glimmered and sparkled like the mint flavor of the gum. “Shall we meet up again soon?”

“I'd love to!” I declared. “I'm not doin' much of anything tomorrow so—come on over and I'll introduce you to my parents.”

He winked at me and blew me a kiss, and then I closed the passenger door. I headed up the walkway and slipped in through the front door. My parents had already gone to bed, and I knew I would have to explain it come the morning, but for the time being, I needed to plug in my phone and hit up Chris again.

I sidled into my bedroom and opened my phone. I sent a message to him in hopes to smooth things over after that evening.

I set down my phone on my nightstand and stripped off my jacket and my jeans when the phone went off again. I reached behind me to check it: I stood there in my underwear and my socks as I checked the screen.

“What took you so long,” Chris had replied back to me with. I rolled my eyes and chuckled at him; I stood there in the middle of the floor in order to text back to him.

“I told you, I was busy.”

“Get busy, baby.”

“Get busy with what?”

“It.”

“What's it?”

“IT!” he wrote in all caps.

“Ah, you just wanna see me with either Joey or Lars, don't ya?”

“I don't, I don't,” he insisted.

“Well, what was that then?” I demanded with a grin on my face.

“I was sayin' to get busy with the art thing,” he clarified.

“Hence, you wanna see with either Joey or Lars,” I quipped. “You wanna see some flowers blossom.”

“I wanna see some flowers blossom and give it a bit o' tongue,” he retorted, to which I gasped and felt my face grow warm.

“Chris!” I laughed out loud.

“What?” he replied with a smirk.

“That's not what I meant,” I scoffed at him.

“What did you mean?” he hit back.

“I was talking about using Dave and Stone's plants as references for the next round of coloring. I wasn't talking about—that.”

“Wait a minute, you started it.”

“No, I didn't!” I couldn't help but laugh some more.

“Yes, you did! You started it! You said something about getting together with Jory and Lars.”

“Joey.”

“Huh?”

“His name is Joey, not Jory. And I was teasing you.”

“Ah, you wanna play that game, don't you.”

“What game?”

“You wanna tease me.”

“Maybe…” I shuffled my feet on the carpet. I glanced down at them, surrounded by those colorful stripes making up the soft fabric. I wiggled my toes: I had seen three guys naked and ventured into a brand new garden with two more. I was about to get down over the phone with another one.

“You know—I'm in my undies right now,” I told him as I took a seat on the edge of my bed.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My undies and my socks… and just a T-shirt, too.”

As soon as I hit send on that, I received another text.

“Hey, Holly, are you still up?” Will!

“Yeah, what's up?”

“Joey gave me your number—I'm taking him and Lars back to my place for the night. The two of us are waiting for Lars to get back, so we just wanted to tell you good night if you're not in bed already.” He followed it up with a little kiss at the end of the message.

“Aw, thank you. And good night to you boys, too. My models.” I followed it up with two little yellow hearts.

A reply from Chris. I opened it up.

“Care to share a pic?”

“You want me to take a picture of myself for you?”

“...if it's not too much trouble?”

I fetched up a sigh but I still set the phone on my nightstand on its end and pointed it towards me. I set the timer on the camera and on the send button, and then I leaned back against the wall. I pushed the button and held still for a moment.

It sent.

I waited a moment until Chris hit me back again. “So?”

“So what?”

“Did you fall asleep?”

“No. Did you get it?”

“No.”

“I took a pic, though,” I insisted.

“Didn't get a ring or anything,” he said.

“Huh. Let me try again—”

I leaned back again and pushed the button and waited. It sent. Another moment. And then—

“Oh, my,” he replied. “Oh, me.”

“You like it?”

“So simple and yet—oh, man.”

I still remained quiet about my age, and I wanted to have fun with it.

“I'm thinking of taking a shower,” I said to him.

“Oh, mannnn—don't fall!”

I actually wasn't going to take a shower until the morning, but I wanted to see his reaction to that, especially since it was late and I felt like falling asleep right there in my T-shirt, my panties, and my socks. But then, as I was about to take off my shirt and my bra, I got another ring from the phone.

I figured maybe it was Chris hitting me back for a kiss good night.

“You tryin' ta give the dog a bone?”

And then I realized I accidentally sent the first picture to Joey.

I froze in place with the screen of the phone right in my face. I didn't know what to say to him right then, other than the obvious “it's not what it looks like!” but what was done was done. My heart leapt into my throat and butterflies whirred up inside of my stomach. I nibbled on my bottom lip as the phone buzzed again.

“I'm gonna tell Anthrax about you,” he teased me; I could envision that sly lopsided grin of his. “And then we're gonna spread the word about you to Tom and Dave, too—unless Lars has done it already. And when I say that, I mean how amazing you are.”

Moreover, I read that in his voice. It got me thinking right then: I wondered what Chris' voice sounded like when he was turned on by the sight of me earlier. I also started to wonder what Joey's voice sounded like in the same context. Two boys with long beautiful jet black curls and incredible voices.

I set my phone back down on the nightstand so I could change my clothes and spit out the now used-up piece of gum Lars gave me, but I decided to crawl into bed in nothing more than my panties and my socks. I fell asleep within mere seconds of setting my head on top of the pillow.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone going off. I rolled over to pick up my phone again to find that usual message, like clockwork no less.

“Good morning, Hollywood,” Chris greeted me.

“Good morning, Corn man,” I replied, and he pinged me back with a laughing face. I opened the photo folder and checked the one of Mount Rainier he had sent me before. It took me a moment to realize that the snowy slopes of Mount Rainier reminded me of something from Georgia O'Keeffe. The fact the mountain had a bunch of bright and bold colors made me think of one of her paintings. The ridges and folds juxtaposed underneath him made me wonder some more about that particular picture.

I was about to write back to him when the phone went off again. I opened up the message to find Joey had sent me something.

“Hey, hi, what's up, what's going on?” he sputtered, like he was nervous.

“I—I just kinda—forgot.”

“Forgot about what?” he asked, nonplussed.

“Forgot to get back to you,” I clarified. “I saw your messages this morning. I fell asleep when I got home.”

“Oh, it's okay!” he assured me. “Really. It is.”

“So—you really wanna tell your band mates about me?”

“I do! You're amazing, Hollywood. The bunch of us might wanna do some dealings and shit with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” I raised my eyebrows at that.

“Yeah, Charlie and Frankie went ape shit over the drawing of me that you did, Charlie did especially.”

I wondered if he was going to mention the picture I sent him by accident in between his telling me what happened earlier.

“They don't know if they're gonna come up here, though,” he continued. “So... as far as we know, we might just do this whole thing over messages and whatnot.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip.

I was laying in bed and with the blankets over my otherwise naked body. The only piece of clothing was my underwear. Laying in bed and texting two boys.

My phone buzzed again.

“Good morning, min kære.” It was Lars.

“What'd you call me?” I teased him.

“That's Danish for 'my darling',” he replied.

“Oh, so we're going that far, aren't we?” I teased him.

“Yes, we are!” he retorted. “You have good taste, Miss. I hope I am not intruding.”

“Not at all! I was about to get out of bed and have breakfast.”

“Go eat up, love,” he told me, to which he accompanied it with an “xo” at the end. “I should introduce you to an authentic European breakfast. You know those nutritional columns on the sides of food cartons here in the U.S.?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“That right there—a European breakfast—would go off the charts.”

I pictured Lars eating up a European breakfast, whatever that was, and eating to his heart's desire.

“Go right to the heart!” I teased him.

“Right to the heart and to the love of the stomach,” he retorted, to which he followed it up with a wink.

“I might get some breakfast,” I told Joey.

“I'm about to, too!” he said. “Big ass stack of waffles with butter and blueberries.” I pictured that slim belly of his feeling extra full of waffles and berries, and there was something quaint about that image. So quaint I thought about drawing it in my sketchbook. These boys I drew the night before eating a bunch of food and getting their bodies nice and relaxed…

I rubbed my eyes and sat upright in the bed with the phone in my lap. I thought about texting Chris back but then again, I needed something to eat. I slid out from underneath the covers to fetch some clothes and take to the kitchen. I set the phone back on the nightstand and I decided to leave it there for the time being.

My mom put on a pot of coffee and proceeded to make herself an omelette. She showed me a smile once I padded onto the linoleum in my bare feet.

“So what happened last night?” she asked me.

“I was hangin' out with some friends and making some drawings,” I promptly replied; I thought about what Joey told me prior to then. “I think—I think, anyways—I can do some commission work.”

“Oh, good! I was hoping you would go far with your work, baby.” She put her arm around me and kept the smile upon her face. I wondered if the boys were willing to keep things under wraps, especially since I wasn't eighteen as of yet. But then again, it might have been my own imagination and my own post pandemic paranoia doing the trick. But it was still necessary to keep things a secret between me and them.