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Angel had periods of no sleep, especially when his life was filled with stress. He shouldn’t be that stressed, though. David’s life was just filled with the stress that came from planning a wedding. He also had to work extra hard as more events happened around Dahlia, but more importantly, he had to deal with customers and tell them that they had to find a different security team when they approached the wedding. So why did he have to be so stressed? He didn’t know. But he was getting really tired. Mentally, not physically. Physically, he was wide awake, laying down on the kitchen tiles and trying not to deal with the Californian heat. 

If someone had told him that northern California got this hot, he would’ve never moved here in the first place. Angel Chavez grew up in San Diego, where heat was not a big issue. This house, however, was a big issue. David had promised that he would get some guy to look at their air conditioning, but expenses prior to the wedding are rough. Angel hated spending more money than needed, so this was always a big dilemma. For now, they were running a window A/C, but despite how much he hated to admit it, David did like to hold him close. Don’t get Angel wrong; he loved the guy more than anything, but it’s the middle of summer! He cannot deal with a clingy, hairy man making him sweat like crazy. 

The man stares at the ceiling before he hears the padding of heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. The light doesn’t turn on, but he hears a grunt. 

“What happened?” David asks, going over to stand by the other

“Mm… It’s so hot in our room.” Angel replies, “Tile is cold.” David hums; there’s a sniff that fills the air, and then Angel can feel eyes looking over him in the dark before his fiancé shuffles over to the fruit bowl and picks up an orange. He stabs his thumb in the center of the top, peeling back the rind of it. 

“Your blood sugar is low.” David informs

Angel looks up at him, there was a twitch of a smile on his lips before he licked his lips, "Thank you."

pairing: guy x honey summary: first meeting between guy and honey... or at least my interpretation. warnings: none! wordcount: 1,004 note: i know this took so long to release but here you guys go!!

You weren’t the type to go to 7/11 at three in the morning. However, the guy you talked to about Star Wars for around six hours offered and for some reason a slurpee sounded great right about now. You didn’t know why saying yes to him was so easy but you were sure it had to do with the way he smiled at you and the look of hope that was in his eyes… You could probably say yes to anything he said at the moment. 

The reason you two met was because of this dinner party. You were at the point in your life that people did dinner parties, which you didn’t even know if you were the best candidate for. Someone from your class invited you because her boyfriend was a culinary major and he wanted to do something for the sake of practicing his skills. Plus… you couldn’t remember the last time you had a meal where you had all five food groups. More sad to admit in your head now you think about it. 

Still, you expected to see a keg and some dudes with shirts off… Okay, maybe you weren’t the biggest party person and you didn’t spend time outside of your dorm other than for work. You didn’t want to talk about it. The dinner held around fifteen people and all of which you could communicate with, except for this girl named Kayla which was rough. Most of the time she wanted everyone to pay attention to her but you didn’t have the patience for that so you just ate your food and talked to others. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live with her. 

It was a good meal. A wonderful array of different types of tacos. It was traditional style tacos with fish, veggies and chicken with some rice that was so good you had to take home. As well as the tortillas and a good amount of salsa. Your mini fridge will be thankful for actually being full for once. But the guy who sat next to you asked about you. He was interested in what you studied, what your hobbies were, why you specifically hated the Return of the Jedi when it was the best of the original series. You couldn’t understand Guy, you wanted to so badly but you couldn’t get him and that’s why you probably stuck around with him this evening. 

Your window gets rolled up as he finally turns on the air conditioner in his 2014 Subaru outback (that of which he named Steve Irwin) and you smell the royal pine air freshener once more. You two had a debate about that one too. 

“You know what would be totally crazy?” Guy’s voice breaks the long and lovely silence you were having.

A sigh escapes from your lips, “Yeah?” “If you like… stay at my place and we have a sleepover.” “...What?” “You heard me, dude.”

“Guy. I cannot spend a night at your place.” “Well! News for you, babe, it's actually three right now so you’re not exactly spending the night.” Guy counters but it only makes you close your eyes. 

“I cannot. I got work.” “Great. I’ll drive you to your dorm and then I’ll take you out.” You sit there in the passenger seat, tempted to just shake him. You hear his marble-sized brain shake around his head but you don’t. You bite your lip before shaking your head, “Fuck it.”

“YEAH! Sleepover at Guy’s!” He screams out before you  are swerving to the right and pulling to the 7/11. 

“I hate your driving so much, oh my god.” You say, holding to either side of the car, bracing as if you were going to crash. 

“Hey, I deliver pizzas for a living. I gotta get there fast or else they get a free pie. I can’t have that.” He turns off the ignition and steps out of the car. Before you have a chance to open the door he runs over, sliding over the hood of his car and opens up the door. With a huff he smiles, “Hey girl.”

“Never say that again.”

“No! It’s the Ryan Gosling meme!” “...Where do you get so much energy?” You ask. “It’s the H in ADHD.” He smiles back at you before gesturing to start walking with him as he closes the door after you climb out. 

The worker doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone screen as the both of you enter. The humming of the fridges and the slurpee machines fill the silence and already the two of you are giggling as you try and race each other to the machines. Guy hip-bumps you and you’re thrown off your course. You watch him grab a big gulp cup and fill the cup in every flavor. His giggles only make you question whether a demon possessed him. 

Slowly in your frightened state you grab a medium cup and begin to fill the cup with coca-cola and cherry and the man snaps up as if he just remembered what he needed to get. 

“The Airhead rainbow things. The sour things.”

You watch him furrowed his brows in confusion as he tries to remember the name of the candy and you feel laughter bubble in your throat before it escapes, shaking your head and you speak once more, “You are ridiculous.”

“Yeah, that’s right, honey! R-I-D… Uh…”

You look over at him with a raised eyebrow and he stares back at you with puckered lips and shakes a finger, “Whatever. I need the candy. You can sit here and judge me for not knowing how to spell ridiculous but I want snacks.” 

Swimming was always a tough situation for you. You wanted to go to the pool party. It was a way to get to know Lasko’s friends. From which you heard stories about but they were intimidating to even stay in the same vicinity for too long. The looks you got at first led you to think that they all hated you. However it wasn’t until Huxley came along did he pull you into a tight hug that made you question if your ribs were crushed or not. You asked for the bathroom and you were led to a small but cute bathroom. The tile was darker, making it contrast to the off-white paint. It kind of reminded you of coal in a fire. 

But the mirror. The mirror was killing you slowly. This would be the first time Lasko saw you without a binder and covering you was just a loose t-shirt to help with the Californian heat. Lasko wasn’t judgemental, he would never be disgusted with you. But the feeling that buries deep inside you, that this was not the body that made you happy was getting to you. If you weren’t happy and confident, what would Lasko think of you then?

You stared down at your chest with a sour face, trying to pull your breasts back to imagine the flat chest you want. The flat chest you deserve. It wasn't cheap, top surgery. It was pricey and insurance barely covered as your company viewed it as a cosmetic. Which was great, really. Like you just wanna take off your boobs for funsies. Right. 

You hear laughter outside the door, one that seemed to follow a snort. That was Freelancer. A knock came to the door and Freelancer’s voice was heard, 

“You okay? Don’t mean to rush but I do have to take a piss, and I don’t want to use a bush, you know?” 

You scramble to put on the shirt and yelp out a sorry. How long have you been contemplating here?  

“Shit. Sorry!” You open the door and you become face-to-face with them. A smirk grows on their face as they look down and you feel the embarrassment grow in your cheeks. 

“Damn… Didn’t know we got a second hunk in our group. Warn me next time with those guns.” They say, poking your bicep before stepping to the side to enter the bathroom. 

As they close the door, you stare down the hallway and wonder what the fuck they just said to you. Muscle wasn’t a thing you had, right? Were they prominent? You didn’t know and it’s not like you could ask for clarification. 

You scratch the side of your head, holding your towel close to your chest as you make your way back towards the living room. Everyone seemed to be outside, enjoying the pool and starting on the grill. But you stood there, unable to move your feet just a moment longer. You’ll surely get looks, right? Everyone knows you’re trans, but this just made it obvious and made people question and… It was too much. It was all too much. 

You wanted to be okay with everything. Your eyes glance back over at the wall, photos of people seem to be spread around the walls. One of Lasko and the rest of the crew reaches your eyes, his smile never falters. There was that swelling feeling in your chest. 

Your hand reaches up and you open the slide door. Walking through with heavy steps you look to see two eyes on you. Damien who was by the grill with a neutral face and Gavin who had a… confused look. He knew, you told the whole crew about this. Why was he all confused? Gavin soon got up from his lawn chair, strutting over with a raised brow, 

“I can feel you jumping from your skin…” He muttered close to your ear, and you only narrowed your eyes, trying your best to deflect. His hand went to your shoulder and his arm followed suit, “What you’re doing is nerve racking, but you also look very good. I don’t say that lightly, dear.” 

“It’s not-” You begin, but the words fall short as his eyes meet yours. His words were true, he meant it. He nods a bit before pinching the cartilage in your nose.

“Good. Listen to me… and do whatever makes you comfortable. No one here will say anything." He squeezes your shoulder and urges you forward. 

The persistent heat beats down on your head and you look down and over at the pool. Lasko floated in a floatie, glancing over that same smile grows on his lips and he flips out of the floatie. Falling into the pool, he rises to the surface and flails around,

"Hey! Look at you!" He shouts out, the two of you meet at the edge of the pool. His hands find their way to try and touch your ankles, to pull you closer. 

"Hi." You say, kneeling down and combing his wet hair back, "Is it okay if I join you?"

"Uh– yeah! Yeah. O-Of course!" He drifts back to make some room. You slowly slip into the pool and the first thought you have is cold. Despite the heat, the water was still cold. You shiver but slowly dip your head under to get used to the temp. 

His smile is still there as you pull yourself up, “I…I just think you look nice. Good. Hot? Hot. You look hot.”

“Hm… Okay, trying to soften me up?”

“N-No! No. Yes? Kind of? I just–”

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, “I’m teasing, Lasko. But thanks.”

“Yeah… Yeah, of course.”

The grill clangs as it closes and Damien walks over with a raised brow, “You guys are adorable but move. I’m jumping in.”

Huxley’s laugh bellows out throughout the space and there was a splash towards his direction, “Yeah! Come on in!”

Water splashes around, your hair getting drenched once more and the only thing you can do was smile. Smile withouth any meaning. 

angel: angel julio chavez, a first gen american, his family lives down in san diego. HE'S ALSO MEXICAN. but yeah my interp david is half white, his mother was mexican so he doesn't have much exposure to his culture, angel helps a lot. (i hate the canon of angel not knowing how to cook, I REFUSE) i cannot remember if erik had said where dahlia is on the california map but i believe it is north because he describes cold weather. angel is bisexual and 5'6", he's also cis.

babe: barbara "bobbi" carter-thompson, a black american and she's transfemme! she's from austin originally but wanted to move to the west coast because it's always been a dream. bobbi is REALLY into baking, more into it than she lets on, her dream is to release a baking book for people that really want to try and get into it; a beginner's book if you will. my asher interp is white so i think a lot of the time bobbi has to expand his palette. she's unlabeled and 5'10"!

sweetheart: maria aldana, a puerto rican new yorker that moved to dahlia only because of her abilities. her family comes from a long line of magic users so it wasn't such a surprise. she owns a very old car, like homie is on it's last breath every time she tries to start it, it makes milo nervous every time he enters the car. she's bisexual and 5'7" and also cis.