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freeabortionslol · 1 month ago

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Oscars night (Quinn Hughes x Reader)

hey gang how are we doing on this lovely Wednesday evening? anyways this is my first fic in like forever and it was kind of rushed so don't hate me I just wanted to write something.

summary: fluff, the reader is an actress going to the oscars for the first time with her childhood crush friend Quinn Hughes where there are several tension filled moments between the two until if finally cracks. the reader has a very strong friendship with the Hughes family with Luke looking at her as an older sister

warnings!! cursing, suggestive (???), marijuana, lil bit of angst (maybe), jealousy, mentions of alcohol, kissing, and lmk if I missed any but it's basically just fluffy as hell. I didn't fully proofread and it's lowk rushed but enjoy!!

wc: 4.2k

It was your first awards season with Quinn by your side. The two of you had been friends since you were kids, with you being the same age as Jack. You’ve always just been best friends, but the past couple of months things have shifted and the tension has been stronger than ever. You’re unsure if you're delusional or if he also noticed the way your hands lingered close when he handed you something. The two of you were staying in a hotel room near downtown Los Angeles for the Oscars. You were nominated for best supporting actress, and the film you appeared in was nominated for best picture. Your agent set up the hotel room and when she scheduled the room, she assumed you’d be sharing with your now ex boyfriend. While you and Quinn shared the room, there were two separate beds which disappointed you a bit, but you couldn’t voice it. You stayed in the bathroom getting ready for the night. Your agent wanted to have a hair and makeup team come to get you gussied up, but you insisted that the only person who could make you look the way you wanted, was you. You went for a more laid back look with less bold eye makeup, a blowout, and a floor length green gown with spaghetti straps. You put the final touches on your makeup look and slipped on your dress. The problem was, you couldn’t zip the dress up all the way unless you were trying to dislocate your shoulder. You thought about possibly asking one of your friends to do it when you got there, but the thought of showing up to the Oscars in an unzipped dress was mortifying. You decided to suck up your fears of intimacy with Quinn, and slowly opened the door. Quinn couldn’t hear the door open with the soft sounds of Mac Demarco playing from your bluetooth speaker. He was standing in the mirror fiddling with his tie trying to get it on the right way. You stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring how he looked in his prada suit. His hair hung messily parted in the middle just the way you liked it. You had to beg him to let you do it since he normally opted for the beanie + suit combo. You stared at him as he began to get frustrated. Huffing and puffing as he moved the tie around his neck trying to center it perfectly. You let out a silent laugh with a small smile and walked over towards him.

“Here let me do it.” You grabbed his shoulders with both hands and moved his body to face you. Quinn was speechless as you untied his tie and began doing it your way. Your eyes were focused on the tie around his neck, but his were centered on you in your stunning gown looking beautiful as ever. He had seen you several times in various different articles of clothing including his own, but never like this. He had never seen you so glamorized before, at least never in person. You fit into it so naturally, and he had to remind himself that you were dressed for your world and not his. He had gotten so used to seeing you in the box wearing his jersey with a pair of leggings, and completely forgot what you looked like doing the things that you loved. The nerves of the night came over him like a wave. Worried that he wouldn’t do the right thing or that he might embarrass you, but nothing beat his thought of wanting to see that green gown on his bedroom floor.

“You look beautiful.” He said in his trance-like state which caused you to look up from where your hands were on his tie. Never in his life had Quinn looked at you like this, or even spoken to you like this.

“I-uh…thank you.” You gave him a small closed mouthed smile to which he returned back. You turned your attention back to his tie trying to cover up the red tint that had washed over your face. “You look very handsome.” You could feel his breath on your forehead as he smiled. His face was now painted with the same red tint as yours. “Lucky to have a guy like you as my date.” You finished with his tie and turned around signaling him to zip up your dress. He very gently moved your hair out of the way and began to zip up the dress. His knuckles subtly touching your bare back as he made his way up, which sent shivers down your spine. When the dress was fully secured he grabbed both of your arms and turned you to where you were both facing the mirror. He placed his head on your shoulder admiring the stunning sight in the mirror. He was taking mental pictures in his head and in this moment he declared that this was his favorite spot. Being so close to you knowing that his lips were close enough to leave soft and rough kisses trailed down your neck. The way he could hear your faint breathing against the top of his head and it made him wonder if your heart was racing just as much as his.

“The only lucky person in this room is me.” He planted a soft kiss on your jawline and walked to the other side of the room to retrieve his phone. You, on the other hand, were left standing in the mirror, but that red tint covering your face had become significantly more saturated.

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When the two of you arrived at the red carpet before the show, cameras flashed at full speed as people were shouting incoherent things at you. Quinn had dealt with cameras at awards shows several times, but nothing as intense as this. He had to remind himself that you were also a star and being an actress came with more publicity issues than being a hockey player. He was nervous. Not visibly nervous enough for everyone to notice, but enough to where you noticed. You felt bad for bringing him to this crazy event, but you knew that things would calm down eventually. Absent-mindedly, Quinn placed his hand on your hip pulling you close. He felt the need to protect you from the flashing cameras, and he didn’t love the photographers yelling at you to pose in a different way. There was one photo that stood out prominently that you knew would be the talk of the internet. You were wearing a small closed-mouthed smile leaning your head towards Quinn, while he had a stare that could kill as his hand held and strong grip on your waist. This was abnormal for him, as he was always smiling during award show pictures. As you moved down the carpet, Quinn’s hand moved from your waist to the small of your back, making sure that his presence was known behind you. You grabbed his free hand with yours, pulling him to where he was next to you as you whispered in his ear.

“You okay?” You asked as he looked directly into your eyes

“Yeah. I’m fine, just not used to all this.” He let out a slight laugh along with a smile that brought your nerves down significantly. You decided to intertwine your fingers with his and you both moved down to an interviewer from entertainment tonight. When you stopped, Quinn took his place standing next to you, but stepped back a bit. His hand found his way back to your hip which was cut perfectly out of camera view. The interviewer asked you several questions about your movie while Quinn stayed back. His thumb was tracing circles on your waist which sent shivers down your spine, but you did your best to hold back those thoughts during the interview.

“So, Ms. Y/Ln, care to introduce us to your date?” You smiled and placed your hand on Quinn’s shoulder to move him up closer next to you

“Yes. This is Quinn Hughes. He’s a defenceman for the Vancouver Canucks. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I thought why not take him to the oscars.” You let out a small forced laugh and Quinn looked at you and smiled.

“So Quinn, how's your first experience at the Oscars going? Do you love it? Do you hate it? Do tell.” Quinn turned his attention away from you and over to something in the distance, not wanting to make direct eye contact with the interviewer or the camera.

“It’s-uhh…it’s definitely not something I'm used to.” He rubbed his neck and laughed, looking back at the interviewer. “I don’t know how she does this all the time. Truly she’s a champ for being able to walk through this chaos. Put me on the ice in front of thousands of people and I'm fine, but put me in front of a bunch of cameras and I freeze.” You laugh at Quinn’s comment which causes him to crack a smile at you.

“Sooo what’s the scoop here? Are we dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” The interviewer asked and you and Quinn immediately froze. Both of your smiles dropped in an instant along with your hearts. Without hesitation, Quinn stepped up to the mic and said “No. We’re just friends. Have been for a long time.” You felt your heart shatter on the red carpet. You knew that the two of you were just friends, but hearing it said out loud? By him? So publicly? It was bound to crush you. You couldn’t stop thinking about how quickly and naturally it came out of his mouth like he didn’t even have to think about it. The both of you said your goodbyes to the interviewer and made your way down the carpet. He made sure to keep his fingers intertwined with yours not wanting you to get lost or taken. He didn’t know why he had that fear, but it definitely showed.

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After the insane red carpet frenzy, you and Quinn finally made your way inside. His hand was still intertwined with yours as you made your way through the groups of people. You were stopped by several costars and famous actors you wanted to introduce Quinn to. While standing around with Quinn, you excused yourself to the powder room as he went to get drinks for the two of you. The infamous bathroom was filled with women you’ve only ever seen on a screen and you had to fight the urge to ask for a photo while you were washing your hands side by side. You looked up into the mirror, fixing your hair as your hands were shaking. The only thing you could think of was how Quinn answered that question. You were freaking out on the inside and just wanted to ball up on the floor and cry it out, but you couldn’t. Quinn wasn’t the only thing that influenced your nerves, it was also that you were nominated for your first oscar and the thought of losing was killing you. In all honesty, the thought of winning was actually worse. Having to go up in front of an entire room of some of the most hardworking people in the world and read a speech that you wrote in your notes app last night while giggling on the phone with Jack. You held back your tears as you stared in the mirror. You let out a couple deep breaths, each one shakier than the last. Suddenly, as if she was a gift from god, Billie Eilish moved in next to you, hitting her vape pen. The two of you had met on several occasions and have become “Award Buddies” being so close in age.

“Billie.” You let out, trying not to hyperventilate. She looked up from her phone at you.

“Yes?” She gave you a half smile as you stared at her blankly.

“That THC or nicotine?”

“THC.”

“Can I hit it please?”

“Go for it.” Billie handed you her pen and you took a long drag. The smoke already calming your nerves just from the feel of it in your throat. You weren’t a big smoker at all. You only really got high with Luke when he was staying at your house. It was kind of a sacred thing between the two of you, sometimes with Quinn joining along. It was safe to say that your tolerance was low, but you weren’t thinking about that when you took another long hit of Billie’s cart. After three long hits of the pen, you handed it back to Billie, thanked her, and made your way out of the bathroom. You expected to see Quinn at the door when you walked out, but instead you were met with a long line of women waiting for the bathroom. You made your way through the crowds of people standing around, your high still not hitting quite yet. You stopped yourself when you finally found yourself in the eyesight of the bar. Quinn was standing there, two drinks in hand, talking to a beautiful woman. She looked about his age, a bit shorter than you, and her healthy chestnut colored hair fell into flawless curl patterns. Her head flew back in laughter at something he said, his face gaining a smile with teeth which was something he only reserved if he was actually having a good time. You felt your blood boil and your heart sink as you watched this wholesome interaction between the two of them. You watched as her hand reached up to touch the tie that you had put on him just hours before, and you decided that was the final straw. Your territorial instincts kicked in as you pushed through the crowd trying to make your way to the two of them. You reached Quinn and you placed your hand on his back, rubbing it around.

“Hey baby.” You’ve never called him that, but it’s now or never. Quinn was startled by your presence but quickly put his arm around your waist, pulling you close. His touch made your high kick in immediately as you leaned into him. Your body felt like it was melting into his. You visualized laying in his arms at the lake house while Luke and Jack were laughing about something stupid. That’s where you wanted to be right now, not here.

“Hey pretty girl.” He kissed the side of your head and handed you your drink, subtly hinting to the girl that he was taken. The girl only smiled and walked away letting out a “Nice to meet you.” You moved your head into Quinn’s chest and began laughing uncontrollably.

“What? What’s so funny?” He cracked a smile. Your head burying further into his chest as you let out a muffled “Quinny I'm so stoned right now.” You laughed through your words.

“What are you talking about?” He laughed along with you. You lifted your head up slightly so he could see your eyes. Your chin still rested in his chest while your arms were limp.

“Holy shit. You were sober when you left me.” He placed his hand on your cheek and smiled. You leaned into his touch and kissed his hand before looking back up at him with a cheesy grin. He let out a soft laugh and rubbed his thumb against your cheek bone. Quinn knew how overly touchy you got when you were high. Every time the two of you smoked together, you insisted he held your hand, or you leaned your head on his shoulder. The night always ended in you lying on top of him because you liked the way the rise and fall of his chest made your brain feel. He moved his hand from your face down to your waist, to which you responded by holding onto his wrist for dear life. You stared at his facial features as a smile grew on his face.

“I love you so much Y/n, but you have to act sober, or the internet will go crazy.” His words made you immediately lock in, suddenly remembering where you were. You removed your chin from his chest but kept your grip on his wrist strong. You widen your eyes, trying to make yourself look less dopey, but Quinn immediately responded with a cringed face.

“Don’t do that. You look crazy.” He laughed. You stayed there with your widened eyes just staring at him, unsure of what to do. Absentmindedly your mouth parted slightly in response to the lazy state your body was in. Quinn quickly took his index finger to your chin and pushed it up to close your mouth.

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Making your way to your seats was a challenge in itself. If Quinn wasn’t there you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to make it. He held your hand the whole way there keeping you close as you attempted to make yourself look sober. Sure, you weren’t the only person there that was high, but you weren’t a big smoker, so you didn’t know how to handle it. Not to mention, you’d never been high in public. When you made it to your seats, you made sure Quinn’s hand never left yours. You were in public, but you were still the same girl that gets high at the lake house with his little brother. You looked over at him remembering that he was just as nervous as you were before. You wished he was in the bathroom with you to hit the pen. His leg was bouncing up and down as the lights dimmed, so you removed your hand from his and placed it on his leg, drawing circles with your thumb hoping to calm his nerves. He looked at you with a soft smile that said “Thank you”. As the ceremony went on, Quinn found his hand behind your back, fidgeting with the strap of your dress, twirling it with his fingers. His touch made your face red and you wondered if there were any cameras on the two of you at this moment. Your hand on his leg, and his playing with your dress. You looked over at him to see him only watching the stage as someone was accepting an award. You leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“Do you realize you’re doing that?” He whipped his head to face you. Your faces now only inches away from each other.

“Doing what?” He asked. His voice low but not quite a whisper. The feeling of his breath on your nose made your heart ache, as you realized you’ve never been this close to him before.

“The strap of my dress. You’re playing with it.” You gave him a slight smile, your eyes never leaving his. He mumbled out a quick sorry and moved his hand away, but you stopped him before he could do so. “No no. It’s cute. Leave it there.” His face turned pink as he smiled at your comment, and turned to look back at the stage. You cheered to yourself in your head at this sweet, and public, intimate moment between you and Quinn. After an hour of people receiving awards and terrible jokes made by the host, your category was finally up next. The high helped your nerves, but you were still shaking. Quinn removed his hand from the strap of your dress and grabbed your shaking one. Your eyes never left the stage as you sat at the edge of your seat in anticipation. Quinn glanced at you with a side eye. He hated seeing you all amped up like this when he’s so used to your calming presence. He leaned in close to your ear.

“I have a really funny idea to piss off Jack, and throw everyone else off.” You turned to him, your eyes filled with fear, but softening at the idea of Quinn plotting something. It was something the two of you always did together. He was clearly doing it to try and calm down your nerves, but good lord was it helping.

“What?” you asked, leaning back in your seat, letting him whisper in your ear.

“If you win, I get to kiss you before you walk up.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you flipped your head to look at him. Your eyes were in shock and your mouth parted slightly. You knew Quinn would suggest something crazy, but never THIS crazy. The thought of your first kiss with Quinn being in front of the whole world made you sad. You always wanted it to be an intimate moment, maybe in your apartment or down by the lake, but you also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to finally kiss him. You smiled at him, your faces so close to touching.

“Okay. Deal.” You handed out your hand for him to shake. “Jack is gonna lose his shit.”

The moment eventually came. The presenters were announcing the nominees and you got to see yourself in the camera on the screen. Your posture was slumped, you were leaning into Quinn, and your eyes were slowly falling closed. You quickly fixed yourself at the sight, widening your eyes in the way Quinn said not to do. He laughed slightly next to you. You quickly grabbed his hand with your gaze still locked in on the screen.

“And the Oscar goes to…” The presenter left everyone on the edge of their seats as she opened the envelope. You squeezed Quinn’s hand harder than before and he sent back exactly three squeezes which you knew meant “I love you” You looked over for just a split second to give him a smile, before looking back to the stage.

“Y/n L/n!” Your eyes widened more, if that was even possible. Cheers roared from around the theater. Quinn stood up first, holding out his hand for you to take. You were so caught up in the adrenaline rush of winning that you had completely forgotten about the deal you made with him. You stood up slowly trying not to burst into tears of joy. Quinn’s hands were set on your waist, so you rested yours on his biceps. You let out a little scream and jumped up and down twice. Quinn laughed at your reaction before he grabbed your face and planted a closed mouthed kiss on your lips. It wasn’t how you imagined it would be at all. The kiss wasn’t tension-filled or long like how you wanted it to be. You pulled back, your face red, suddenly remembering the deal. Without thinking, still at the peak of your high, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a longer kiss. You made sure his bottom lip was tucked in between yours, wanting to get rid of his closed-mouthed idea. It was long awaited and hungry. You weren’t thinking about where you were as you moved your lips against his. You pulled him down slightly, letting him dip you. His grip on your waist tightened as you let your hand move to tug his hair. Quinn let out a slight groan as he pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Not here, Movie Star. Go get your award.” He let out a slight chuckle and you quickly unwrapped yourself from his touch to jog up to the stairs. When you finally made your way up to the stage, all the nerves that had been building up had suddenly washed away. Not only had you just won your first Oscar, but your childhood crush just kissed you in front of everyone. The adrenaline of that was enough to quickly sober you up. Your speech was breathless and short. You made sure to exclaim your excitement through the microphone. You thanked everyone who worked on your movie, your family, and of course your “Sexy Date”. You quickly made your way off the stage, grinning wide with a slight pep in your step. You made it back to your seat looking at Quinn who had the cheesiest smile on his face. He quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his head in your hair.

“I love you so much. You’re amazing.” He muffled through your shoulder.

“I love you too. You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you like that.” Quinn pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand to guide you to sit. Your heart began to race as you realized what you’d just said to him. Your mind started running through all the possibilities of what he would say.

“Baby, I want you to kiss me like that everyday for the rest of my life.” He faced you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You bit your bottom lip and grinned harder than you ever have before. You shifted your focus back to the stage as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand finding its way back to your waist. You basked in the glamorous vibe of the celebrity-filled room, realizing the prize wasn’t the golden statue you’d just won, but the man sitting beside you.

Hughes fam & weird neighbor girl

Ellen Hughes: *Picture of Y/n holding Luke when they were kids* Lukey loves his big sister <3 Good luck tonight!!!

lukey pookie: *Picture of Y/n and Quinn kissing at the Oscars* Yeah apparently so does Quinn

jack attack: WHAT DA FUCK

Ellen Hughes: Jack. Language.

captain quinny: What can I say? Couldn’t help myself.

jack attack: Y/n ur bringing me to the next one and I get to kiss you

You: no.

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bambi-slxt · 7 months ago

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🤍𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞

word count: 2.3k exactly (i'm very proud of myself)

genre/tropes: established friendship, one-sided love (or is it?)

warnings: slight angst

pt two: here

notes from bambi: thank you to everyone who voted for this idea, sorry it came out late please forgive me 🥺

“Can we please get out of here,” Chris grumbled, pulling his beanie down over his face.

“So dramatic.” I tugged my wallet out from under the covers. “Come on.”

“We’re goin’ to Cane's, we’re goin’ to Cane's.”

“You’re chanting again,” I said as I closed the garage door behind us.

He opened my car door, slipping past Matt’s van. “God forbid a man has hobbies.”

“Sure, but you’re not a man.” In true gentleman fashion, he scrunched his nose at me. “Buckle up, weirdo,” I laughed.

We drove in comfortable silence. Darkness had sunken low over Los Angeles, though the city tried its best to keep the light around forever. Apartments glittered up into the night, cars rushed past, and from my speakers, a Travis Scott song thumped rhythmically underneath it all.

As we drove, I rested my left hand atop the steering wheel and touched his arm with my right. Chris looked over with his eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I said, glancing away from the road for a moment to meet his gaze. “I just think you’re cool.”

“Thanks, kid,” he replied with a grin, looking back to the road. Is he shy? There’s no way.

I drove the rest of the way with my hand resting on his forearm, which he had helpfully rested on the center console.

“Who’s paying,” I murmured, turning the car slowly into the parking lot.

“I got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, you drove, it’s fair.”

“Mkay.”

Walking into Cane's was always a religious experience for me. Voices milled around us as college kids found groups of friends and joined tables together, children ran around begging for more lemonade, DoorDashers ran out with food, and order numbers were called out over the fray.

I sighed. “There simply aren’t enough places where I can get good food for less than ten dollars.”

“Facts,” Chris said. “You want the same thing?”

I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder while we waited in line. Normally not the touchy one in our friendship, something felt different about tonight, I felt different–more open, relaxed. Safer.

That is until he leaned over and pretended to bite my scalp.

Giggling, I pushed him away to fix my hair and he chuckled, looking up to the menu. My stomach tingled.

“–and that’ll be all. ‘Preciate it,” Chris said, taking our cups and moving to the drinks station.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Whaddaya want?”

I filled my cup and surreptitiously watched him fill his. Chris’s arm tensed in the harsh downlighting and the ridges of his veins became ever more prominent. I shook my head to erase the thoughts as though I were some kind of Etch-a-Sketch. I need to chill out.

Chris carried our food out to the car and I tossed him my keys. The parking lot was pretty empty–most people went through the drive-thru. I stepped over a curb and let my body swing around, arms flowing lazily at my sides. The air didn’t feel as heavy at night, even here in Smog City. I felt awake and content with being alive.

“What are you doin’?” Chris leaned against the car braced on one arm, watching me with a half-smile.

“Dancing, clearly,” I huffed, lifting my arms above my head for another turn.

“I’m gonna eat your fries,” he said with a shrug. At my shriek of protest, he snatched the bag of food and ducked into the passenger seat as I tore after him. I slammed the door behind me and fell into my seat, reaching out for the bag. “Give it, jackass!” I yelled with a wide grin. Chris pulled it into the air which caused me to collapse on his lap.

“I give up,” I groaned and laid there with my nose in his stomach.

“So dramatic.” He ruffled my hair again. “Sit up, I’ll get your food.” I looked up at him through the stray hairs he’d created and he looked right back. “What?”

I smiled and sat up, situating myself in my seat again. He paused before handing me my box of chicken and fries. “Did you get extra sauce?” I asked.

“Yeah. I think?” He rifled through the bag as I stole a fry from his box and returned to my own.

“I saw that.”

“Saw what?”

“You’re not slick.”

“yOu’Re NoT sLiCk,” I harped. “I’m just a girl.”

“Just a thief, maybe.”

“You wound me.”

“Don’t steal my fries then.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. Chris tilted his head in disbelief, and promptly proceeded to return the favor.

We munched in the quiet for a while. It felt peaceful, and not awkward at all. Chris could come across that way when he didn’t talk, but he actually enjoyed silence sometimes–it gave his mind time to catch up to him.

“Chris, look,” I murmured, pointing. A group of girls staggered through the drive-thru, laughing their heads off.

“Ooh, okay,” he said, putting his drink down and shifting in his seat. “Here we go.”

Our favorite game–coming up with stories of the people around us. We were the worst people to go to the airport with.

“So, girl in the pink.”

“Definitely planned the whole outing.”

“You think so?” I sipped my drink.

“You can tell because she’s the most wasted.”

“Drinking to forget the annoyance–I can sympathize.” Chris so graciously bestowed upon me a side-eye of putrid proportions, and I pretended to ignore him completely. “My turn.”

“Cool Shirt Girl.”

“Dragged out of the house by the Dress Girl. Would much prefer being at home or doing something more chill than bar-hopping.”

“Oh, they’re bar-hopping?”

I studied the group for a moment. “Yes.”

“Noted.”

“What about Miss Bandana, what do we think about her?”

Chris sat up straighter. “She’s cute.”

“Not the point.”

“So you also think she’s cute.”

“I plead the Fifth. What’s her story?”

He stared unabashedly for a long moment before he spoke. “She doesn’t think she belongs with them.”

I blinked. “Defend your answer.”

“What is this, English class?”

I cut my eyes at him, he smirked, and continued. “Look at how she’s walking, she’s not having as much fun as everyone else but she wants to, look, she’s adding to the conversation, she’s making sure Pink Girl doesn’t fall over…but she’s not starting anything new to talk about, she doesn’t seem super confident. But no one who wears a bandana is shy so it has to be her insecurities about this event in particular, or these people in particular.”

He bit his chicken tender in half thoughtfully.

I sat agape. “Where the hell did that come from.”

“Hm?”

“That was a wild amount of description. And…probably very accurate, now that I think about it.”

“I love these games,” Chris chirped as he settled back into his seat cushion.

“You’re so goofy,” I responded. “Hey Chris?”

“Yep.”

“Why’d you wanna go out tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you want to get out of the house tonight?”

He shrugged, still looking at the restaurant in front of us.

My eyes narrowed. “You left me a two-minute-long rambling voicemail about how bad you needed to see me.”

Chris didn’t react–or at least, not in a way a stranger would notice. His breath changed its pattern, he shifted his feet on the floorboard, and his grip on the armrest tightened. I waited quietly, holding my gaze on his face so he would know he wasn’t off the hook.

He took a deep breath. “I…wanted to talk to you.”

“Okay,” I said softly, sipping my drink.

“How do you know if you love someone?”

I choked on the liquid in my throat. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Like…” he huffed a sigh of frustration. “Like what does love even mean?”

“Well, I think–”

“And how does everyone just know? What does it feel like to be in love? How can you trust that your feelings won’t go away over time? And why am I so scared of it? Who decided what love meant? Why were they the expert, what did they do to be so “in-the-know” about love anyway? Because it’s like–”

“Chris.” He was panting now. “Breathe, kid,” I said, touching his arm again. “Do you want me to answer your questions and give you advice, or do you just want me to listen?”

“No, I want to know, I just…It’s annoying. I hate feeling stupid.”

“And you feel like…you’re stupid when it comes to love?”

“Yeah. The romantic kind.”

I hummed. “You seem to have family love figured out pretty well.”

“Well sure, but I got lucky with Nick and Matt,” he sighed.

“I think romantic love is basically the same.” He looked at me quizzically. “It’s like…Love, to me, is waking up every day and choosing that person regardless of what the day is gonna throw at you. Like if your channel disappeared tomorrow, you wouldn’t ditch your brothers. If your parents died, you wouldn’t leave Nick to deal with it on his own, you wouldn’t ignore how that affected Matt, you know?” Chris nodded thoughtfully. He looked at the dashboard but I realized his mind was probably very far away from the physical attributes of my car. I went on. “Love is different for everyone, so you may not agree with what I think about love, but someone will, and that’s probably one of the people I need in my life. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” Chris answered quietly.

“Also, don’t feel stupid. I don’t know fuck-all about math, but does that mean I’m…I don’t know, ‘less-than’ other people who know more about math?” He shook his head and I laid a hand gently on his forearm. “Romantic love is such a small part of all of the love there is in the world and I really think you sell yourself short by placing so much value on people’s knowledge or experience with it. You’ve never been in a romantic relationship before, right? So how would you know? There’s nothing wrong with that, seriously. I haven’t either, does that mean I’m dumb?” Chris grinned at me and I turned away to hide my smile. “Don’t answer that, you dick.” He threw his head back in a laugh, at which point I rolled my eyes so hard it made my brain hurt. “Anyway…” I huffed, trying and failing to appear annoyed, “You’re doing great in the love department. I wouldn’t worry about it at all.”

He nodded and seemed to be satisfied with my answer. “You want a fry?”

“Yes.”

Chris pulled one from his bag and held it out to me. I tried to take it but he snatched it back and held it higher. “Come on, I thought you said you wanted it.”

“Jackass.” I opened my mouth expectantly. Chris placed the salty fry on my tongue and wiped his fry-oil-covered fingertips on my chin as I closed my mouth. I tried to bite him and he yanked his hand away.

“Down, girl.”

“Grrr.”

“Thank you.”

“Hm?”

“For earlier. That helped.”

“Good,” I said, letting the humor filter away from my features until (I hoped) only kindness and empathy remained. “I’m glad.”

A beat of silence passed, during which I turned back to my own food.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

I looked up at him. Chris’s eyes were not on mine. “I love you too, Chris. You mean the world to me.”

“I’m not sure how I love you.”

I sensed he had more to say, so I waited, brows crinkled.

With an anxious inhale, he continued. “I don’t know if it’s…family love or…something else.”

“That’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

I squeezed his arm. “It is.”

A pause.

“Come here,” I said. I gathered Chris into my arms and he pulled me tightly against him, our torso’s separated by the center console. He smelled like cold spices and the mountains. “I care about you,” I whispered, gentle as I could possibly be. “Whatever form that takes.”

His hand slid up and down my back, pressing hard against me–like he was desperate for something, or feeling emotions he couldn’t articulate.

“You are…very cool.”

I chuckled in spite of myself. “Thank you, Christopher.”

“I mean it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied in a more serious tone, squeezing him tight. He returned the favor, and he would continue until his arms ached and his chest begged for relief. We did this sometimes, in moments of great emotion. The words Chris knew could not equate to the sentiments Chris felt, so sometimes we just held each other until we couldn’t anymore. It had only happened twice before.

When he finally loosened his grip, I rubbed his shoulder and leaned back into my chair. “Was that what you called about?”

“Partly,” he said. “Also we haven’t talked so I just wanted to know if you were like…good.” He chuckled. “How’s your love life?”

“Nothing to report.” Liar.

“...That’s good.”

“Yeah.” Say something.

“You wanna head home?”

“Sure!” Say anything.

“Cool.”

I started the car. The engine roared to life as I adjusted my seat and reversed out of our parking spot.

“Thank you for…all of that,” Chris said.

“You’re welcome,” I murmured back, looking anywhere other than his eyes. He couldn’t see the tears in mine–I wouldn’t let him. Chris didn’t need my drama right now.

We drove home with more music than conversation. I dropped him off and watched him walk inside, the boys’ massive garage door sliding down behind him. The car idled in the street for a while as I stared into the darkness.

My phone buzzed in the cupholder–a text from Chris.

iMessage from Orange Juice:

come over more often

i missed hanging out with you

you’re a rly good friend

Thanks <3 you too i guess, I typed, ignoring the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks.

pt two: here

idea inspired by the following track:

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thefallennightmare · 3 months ago

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Tina, my dear! I hope you’re doing great!

I hoping to request a headcanon of Noah, where the reader moves to California when they’re teenagers, before the days of Bad Omens and they both miss each other deeply. I’ll leave it up to you if they reunite or not.

I’m basing this request off my favorite song right now “For Us by V”

Thank you 😊

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With a sigh, Noah pushed the car further down the store isles, tossing in things he needed to fill up the new house.

Him and Jolly recently moved to California in hopes of make the dream of Bad Omens come true. They recently released their self entitled album and knew that Los Angeles is where they needed to be; both nicks staying back home in Virgina.

The dream of making it wasn't the only reason why he needed to come to California.

His heart had been here for the last 10 years after one of his childhood friends moved here.

His first and only love.

His first kiss.

You.

It had been nearly eight years since he last spoke to you, both of you getting lost in life and adulthood that you two drifted apart.

He thought about reaching out to you when he moved here almost six months ago but you had a different number, his original message going undelivered.

I know it's been awhile but I'm moving to L.A and I'd love to see you again, angel.

Another sigh and adjusting the beanie on his head, Noah turned the corner into the other isle that held all of the cleaning supplies.

He was so lost in his thoughts of you that he crashed his cart into another one, the noise echoing loudly in the store.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry," Noah cursed his apology.

"It's alright. I was too busy looking at my list to watch where I was going."

That voice.

Noah's head snapped up from the dirty floor and eyes immediately connected with the pair of dark ones that haunted his dreams for the last ten years.

Even the aged face and longer hair couldn't hide you. Noah knew his first love.

His angel.

You sucked in a breath. "No-Noah?"

His heart was beating so fast, nearly jumping in his throat, he could barley speak your name.

"You look different. A good different," you let out a nervous breath, those almond eyes making you nervous like they always used too.

You could still faintly remember how his lips tasted the first time you two kissed, right before you moved away.

A kiss you thought about for the last ten years.

You thought about reaching out to him when you first heard Bad Omens self entitled album, the proudness nearly bursting through your chest. But you lost all of your contacts when you switched numbers and couldn't remember the last two digits of his number.

"Angel," he finally uttered the nickname that made your head spin.

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian headcannons #bad omens headcannons #headcannon tuesday #HC tuesday

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ieatedyourcrayons · 4 months ago

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hiii could you write something about quackity having a french streamer girlfriend who’s really kind and funny!! one day she decides to surprise him and go to LA without telling him, she asks for his friends’ help and everything!!! since she a streamer she updated her ig story but she blocked him so he couldn’t see her stories haha and alex goes on stream the night when she arrives, doing a cooking stream or wtv while renting about how his gf didn’t answered his texts and calls BUT he hears the doorbell ring and there she is haha

Across the world

!NOT SPELL CHECKED!

Quackity x FrenchFemale!Reader

You and Quackity have been long distance for a little over a year now. You met at little get together with mutual friends in Orlando. Since then you and Alex have been inseparable.. besides the ocean separating you.. but..

You have a decent following on twitch , of mostly women and other french people, you blew up because of your kind and carefree personality and how interactive you are with fans.

It’s been a few months since you’ve seen your boyfriend in person, you both longing for eachother, you decide to surprise him, and maybe make a video out of it. You immediately message quackitys friends to get some help planning this little surprise.

After a few hours of back and forth text with Quackitys friends you buy your plane tickets and begin packing your bag. You get your instagram and block quackity from your story before taking a picture of your luggage and clothes scattered all over the floor.

you giggle to yourself as you start folding clothes, bubbling with excitement as think about all the things you and quackity are going to do and how you’re going to surpise him.

Your thoughts are interrupted when a call from niki rings on your phone, you quickly answer the call from your best friend.

“sooo, where ya goin?” niki chirps through the phone. You squeal before responding, “I’m flying to california to surprise Alex!” you giggle out

“Ahh really!! no way y/n” Niki squeals back, “take me with you” she adds, joking.

“Yes way! and i would if it this wasn’t so last minute” you laugh back. At this point you’ve set your phone on the ground with niki on speaker as your fold your clothes into the suitcase.

After a few hours and lots is girl talk with niki, your bag is fully packed and ready for your flight tomorrow evening. You could barely sleep after you and Niki finally ended the call. You tossed and turned all night, managing maybe 4 and a half hours of sleep.

You wake up with a groan before remembering your plans. You spring out of bed, quick to get your morning activities done with.

After a few hours of pacing around the house and squealing to niki, you get in your uber, ready for the airport.

After you’re settled in your seat on the airplane you take a picture picture and post it on your story, adding a “😛😛” in the picture.

After the long flights you arrive in Los angeles the next night, you groan and stretch in your plane seat as you wait for your chance to get up and grab your bag from overhead.

After getting out of you seat and grabbing your bag you make your way out of the crowded loading dock and go over to wait for your main luggage and the baggage claim.

A bunch of notifications flood your phone, all the ones that were blocked from coming while your phone was in airplane mode, one of the notifications stand out to you, and thats quackitys twitch notification.

“Quackity is live! Cooking time”

Excitement fills your vein as you think of how perfect this is going to be. You click on the notification and the sound of Alex yelling at his chat fills your ears through your airpods.

“No chat I’m not making a cake! this is a cooking stream not a baking stream, yall are stupid!” He says with fake anger, hiding a laugh.

Quackity stands on stream with a flimsy chefs hat on top of his beanie paired with a white cooking apron that says “Kiss the chef💋” hung over his neck. His black hoodie and black cargo pants hang loosely on his body as he continues yelling at his stream.

You laugh lightly at his fake aggression before putting your phone in your pocket and retrieving your bag off the conveyor.

“Chat, tell me why, my girlfriend has not been answering in over 26 hours!” Quackity yells with more fake aggression.

“No chat that is not oddly specific- Shut up!” He adds while laughing.

Quackity continues his rant about you not answering the phone and you’re silently hoping chat doesn’t mess anything up by mentioning your instagram stories recently.

“You know what chat, maybe she’s doing something productive! let’s think positive guys! my girlfriend would never ghost me!” He laughs out. You’re fighting your laughter while in the backseat of the uber. You’re practically jumping out of your seat as the scenery on the way to Alex’s house becomes familiar.

You take a second to update niki and cellbit. Cellbit was the one who helped you plan everything out, so you gotta give him some updates ya’know.

Quackity is now in a hot mess with flour and sugar everywhere, he’s yelling and cussing at chat , blaming the mess on them.

“Chat why would you do this??” He yells sarcastically as slaps a pile of flour on the counter, causing it to go everywhere, which puts him into a dramatic coughing fit.

At that point you’ve arrived at Alex’s house, you had the Uber park across the street, you given the man a brief rundown of what you were doing and he loved it, you tipped him well for helping you with your plan.

As you get out the car you giggle to yourself quietly before making your way to the front door with all your things. You slowly open the door and mentally slap Alex for leaving his front door unlocked.

You silently step inside, shutting the door with so much caution then leaving your belongings by the door.

“Chat i am not making a mess!! this was all you guys!” You hear quackity yell.

You walk over to the kitchen, quietly , ready to surprise him, on stream too? even better

You come around the corner with a “Alex what have you done?!” As you dramatically look at the flour everywhere.

Quackity stops dead in his tracks, like he’s frozen, before his brian suddenly registers you’re there.

“Y/N?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE????” He yells

“i came to visit you!!” you squeal back , jumping slightly

“IS THAT WHY YOU WERE IGNORING ME!!” He yells dramatically before running up to you bringing you into the tightest embrace ever.

You hug him back tightly, sighing into his warmth.

“M’missed you” he mumbles into your shoulder before breaking the embrace and dramatically dragging you to the camera view

“CHAT WERE YOU IN ON THIS!!?” Quackity yells at chat, you’re bent over laughing at his stupid antics. Chat is rolling, quackity and his kitchen are covered in flour and random ingredients.

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #fanfic #dsmp x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #alex quackity #french #female reader #twitch streamer #cooking #quackity #niki nihachu #crayons writes #mcyt x you #mcyt #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you

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pepsiboyy · 9 months ago

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starboy part 3

P1 P2 P3

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: some fluff and some angst :c and possibly cursing?

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: HELLOWWW i hope this is good i have a lot of ideas for this series but i am having a moment where i have so many ideas that i dont know what to do RHSGHAHAH anyway enjoy

i stared at myself in the mirror with a soft hum as i brushed my teeth, dancing subtly as i blasted music into my earbuds.

i spit out the toothpaste and hummed to the music before immediately shuttering at the sound of my phone vibrating beside me. the smile that spread across my face was indescribable as i read his name.

from: chris⭐ heyy, matt and i are gonna watch a movie together while nick is at work and i figured i'd invite you from: chris⭐ wanna tag along?

i smiled softly and typed away, slowly making my way to my closet as my eyes didn't leave the screen.

from: me i'd love to, what time?

i reached into my closet and grabbed a white long sleeve that fit me a little more snug, then pulled a baggy navy blue shirt over it. i slipped on some baggy ripped jeans and a belt, before whining as i messed with my hair in the mirror. bad hair day, i thought to myself. i sighed and grabbed a black beanie, slipping it onto my head and looking at myself.

bzzt.

i turned and gripped my phone.

from: chris⭐ probably within the next like 15 min, be ready

i smiled and reacted to his message with a thumbs up, making my way down the stairs.

my parents turned to me as i entered the kitchen. "hey," i breathed, opening the fridge to get a drink. they looked at me with a look of confusion.

"where you headed?" my mom questioned, and i shrugged. "my coworkers invited me over to watch a movie.." i grabbed a bottle of water before shutting the fridge and sitting at the table to slip on my socks and shoes, deciding to wear air forces today.

"what coworkers?" my dad asked, turning to me and i swallowed. "umm... matt and chris... there's nick too, but he works the first half of the day. they're triplets." i chuckled. my dad raised his eyebrows. "yeah, i had the same reaction." i replied, smiling softly at the thought of the three and how helpful they had been to me with the move and adjusting to the new job.

"what time will you be home?" my mom questioned, and i shrugged. "are they picking you up?"

i nodded and smiled, stretching. "yeah, matt is picking me up. and im assuming chris will be with him." i mumbled, humming softly as i checked my phone.

i heard a few honks outside before i smiled at my parents. "sounds like they're here!" i began walking out of the room. "bye, love you both!" i shouted, and my mom seemed to follow me to the door.

"keep me posted," she whispered, and i smiled as i lightly hit her arm.

"i will," i replied and gave her a soft side hug before heading out the door.

with a few steps to the car, i felt a wave of happiness rush over me. "thanks for picking me up," i mumbled as soon as i slid open the back door, smiling to myself and shutting it behind me.

"anytime," matt replied, turning to me to make sure i was buckled before he faced the front and began driving. "how was your morning?"

"did you sleep well?" chris quickly asked after matt, turning at me and smiling softly.

i smiled softly back and shrugged. "in all honesty, i woke up and then got your text, so it was okay! looking forward to today," i started, "and i slept really well. i actually feel very well rested today." i finished and smiled, looking out the window to look around. a thought came to my mind as i smiled at the two. "how did fortnite go?" i asked, resulting in matt and chris both looking at each other with a knowing glance.

"we did alright," matt started, but chris quickly interrupted him. "no, actually, if matt knew how to play the game we would have done better." he spat, resulting in matt giving him a shocked gasp. "are you kidding? i got more elims than you could even could on your hands," he responded.

i listened mindlessly to their banter as i watched matt pull into the driveway of where i assumed was their home.

chris unbuckled and got up, moving to quickly get out and open the door for me. i furrowed my eyebrows and smiled softly at him. "thanks," i breathed and followed chris to their front door.

"mom, we brought home a friend," matt stated a bit louder as we walked through the door. who i assumed was their mother, stepped out from the kitchen and smiled warmly at me.

"hi, y/n is it?" she asked and carefully set her hands on the sides of my arms. she smiled brightly, and i smiled softly back.

she seemed super sweet, like an amazing mom to the triplets.

"yeah, y/n," i mumbled back and smiled. "so great to meet you, thanks for having me and stuff," i chuckled and her smile only seemed to widen if possible.

"oh, don't worry about it, sweetheart. you're welcome always. i'm mary-lou, their mom." she stated, motioning her head to the two boys behind us. i smiled softly and nodded before chris and matt lead me to their room where they typically hung out.

i looked around and smiled warmly at the posters on the wall of things they liked, the cleanliness of the room, and the things that piqued my interest just as much as theirs.

"i made chris rid of all the soda cans sitting around, so it would be clean for you," matt mumbled to himself, which rewarded him a smack in the arm from chris.

"hey, some of them were yours too. and you didn't have to mention the mess," he seemed to lower his voice in the last part, glancing at me.

"don't worry. before i moved, i was kind of the same way," i replied and smiled. i stood awkwardly at the doorway, unsure if i should sit or where to sit.

chris gently pat beside him. "here, wanna sit?" he offered, and i nodded softly. i carefully sat beside him on the couch in the room, a comfortable distance from him. matt was setting up the tv before he moved to sit beside chris.

"what do you wanna watch, y/n?" he asked, and i sat in thought.

"ugh, i don't know," i mumbled and stared at their wall in thought. my mind wandered. "i really like comedies, some action movies and sometimes horror or sci-fi," i mumbled, looking between the two.

"okay," matt began, "i asked for a movie, not every genre," he joked, and i scoffed. "at least you aren't picky." he mumbled and leaned back, going through movies.

i watched mindlessly as he scrolled through a bunch of movies, but one in particular made me jump to my seat.

"mean girls?"

they both turned to me, and i felt my face grow hot.

"sorry, i know it's cliche, but it's a good movie.. and a classic," i started to defend myself, and they both shrugged.

"nick talks about it a lot, but i'm not sure matt and i have actually seen it," chris replied as he moved an arm to rest on the back of the couch in my direction.

"mean girls it is." matt stated and put on the movie. he leaned back after adjusting the volume, a content smile on his face as he kept his space and even kicked his feet up on the couch.

chris glanced at me and smiled softly, before looking around and back at me. "do you want a blanket or anything?" he questioned, and i blinked a few times before shrugging.

"i mean, if you're offering-" i replied with a soft giggle.

he just watched before smiling warmly. "i'll grab it for you," he mumbled as he sat up and went to grab a blanket that was nicely folded in his room.

i watched as he left, looking at matt and shooting him a soft smile before focusing on the movie.

chris came back a few moments later with a blanket and unfolded it, carefully draping it over me. i blushed softly and smiled at him as he sat back down beside me. "thanks," i breathed, and he nodded softly.

i felt warm. not because of the blanket, but more because of the feeling of chris being so close beside me. i knew i liked him, i had established that. i was just nervous. i leaned back into the couch, my head accidentally touching his arm that was resting on the back. i glanced at him and mouthed a quick apology to him, before turning back to the tv.

god, anyone would have to be out of their mind if they thought i knew what was going on in this movie right now. i had seen it a million times, yet for some reason every word felt so unfamiliar and it was probably because this blanket was drowning me in chris's scent. i blinked a few times before i slouched against the couch, trying to focus more on the movie to avoid any awkward interactions.

the movie was almost over, almost at the fun and dramatic ending when matt got a call on the phone.

"hello? oh, yeah we're upstairs. oh sick... sounds about right. yeah, i'll be right there. bye," matt pulled his phone from his ear as he stood up and smiled at chris and i. "i'm gonna go help nick with groceries. nick said he called you like seven times, but you're hopeless." matt smirked as he stood up. "i'll be back in a bit, pause it?" matt asked, and i smiled at him.

"of course, it only gets better.." i mumbled and paused the movie, leaning back.

chris scoffed as he whipped out his phone, looking to check his missed calls. matt had left the room at this point. i glanced at chris's phone screen to see if there were as many missed calls as matt had mentioned, but i almost felt like i was intruding by doing so.

chris seemed to notice this though, and smiled as he scoot over. he carefully wrapped an arm around me and motioned his phone towards me, indicating it was okay to look.

i blushed deeply as i stared at chris, blinking a few times.

"is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice a bit raspy now from focusing on the movie for so long.

i quickly nodded and smiled shyly, leaning into his embrace. i looked at his phone as he pulled up tiktok, scrolling through a few of them.

chris carefully leaned his head against the top of mine, and i kept my focus on his for you page, which resulted in a few laughs from both of us.

should i do it? should i speak up and tell him how i feel? and maybe get somewhere? i mean, he wouldn't hug me like this for no reason right? my mind wandered. i took in a breath and opened my mouth to speak, but his phone dinged. and i turned to it, assuming it would be his brothers texting him.

maeve Heyy Chris❤️

maeve You work tmrw?

my heart sank. i blinked a few times as i watched chris almost immediately swipe away both notifications. i visibly tensed before shooting up after a few moments, standing up and looking directly at chris, who now looked puzzled. "where's your bathroom?" i mumbled at lightning speed, and he blinked as he also stood up.

"it's.. it's right down the hall, first door on the left," he started, but gently took my arm. "are you okay?" he asked, and i smiled and nodded quickly before stepping back.

"yup, just reaally have to pee!" i mumbled again, spinning on my heel and heading towards the bathroom where i closed the door and locked it behind me.

deep breaths, y/n.

it's really probably no big deal right? right.

i couldn't believe that for a second, unfortunately. chris is incredibly attractive, and maeve is a pretty blonde. i would have been stupid to think she wouldn't go after him. and what reason does he have not to go after her?

i let out a breathy sigh as i stared at myself in their mirror. why did i feel like crying? i just met this guy. but we had so much in common and such a connection because of it. i bit my lip. this sucked. a lot. but i guess it was too good to be true. i carefully moved towards the door and opened it.

matt was standing in the room with nick and chris, where all three of them now turned to you with a slight look of confusion.

"hey, y/n," nick smiled and waved, and i bit my lip and waved back.

"you okay?" matt asked, and i quickly nodded.

"yeah, i um. need to go home. now." i breathed and bit my lip. "don't worry, my mom is... getting me," i lied, and smiled softly at them as i waved and quickly left.

on my way out, i saw mary-lou and smiled softly, waving. "i'm leaving, but thank you so much for having me," i breathed, and she seemed a bit confused at my hurriedness, but nodded and waved nonetheless.

"it was great meeting you, y/n. have a great night, come again soon!" she smiled, and i felt almost hurt.

i went outside and bit my lip as i sent my location to my mother, sitting against the curb. i pulled my hood over my head and wrapped my arms around my knees, fighting the urge to cry.

this was stupid. i should have known.

the hot guy would be with the hot girl, and the new girl who moved into town would be the new girl. that was all.

after some time of music blasting in my ears, which this time was some hotel ugly, i heard tires roll up against the asphalt. i quickly opened the door and sat in the car before my mom started driving.

"what happened?" she questioned, moving to set a hand on my shoulder, but i shrugged it off.

"i don't.. really want to talk about it right now," i breathed. i looked down at my phone, where i had a few texts now from chris. my heart ached.

from: chris⭐ hey, i hope everything is ok

from: chris⭐ i had a really great time, thx 4 comin

i bit my lip and turned my phone over, leaving him on opened.

and to think i had to face him tomorrow at work.

hi guys, let me know what you think of this !!! <33

taglist;; @mysterioussmae :) thanks for being the first !!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matthew sturniolo

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sweetpandorabox · 2 years ago

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Lost Sweater - Fred Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Fred has been looking for a specific sweater that his mom knitted him and gifted to him during Christmas last year but he couldn't seem to find it, due to its cold bold blue color he adores wearing it a whole lot, especially during cold wintery months such as these, with no luck finding it he turns to you his girlfriend of 1 year only to find that you've been wearing it all along.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N : Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write a super short one-shot for all of you, I'll be sure to make one of these for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and don't require a lot of time, anyways enjoy love you. xx

Word Count : 937

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"Oh, bloody hell where is it! Fred muttered as he trashed his whole wardrobe going nuts for his favorite cobalt blue sweater with a notable golden 'F' being knit into it, George shook his head towards Fred adding a facepalm motion into his own forehead, "Mate how can you lose your favorite sweater? mom made you that last year and you wear them all the time" George added as Fred gave in. "Sigh...I've looked everywhere in this room, maybe I've left it somewhere maybe it's in the common room?... but I know I brought it with me from home" he murmured cleaning up the messy state of his wardrobe back into order. George chuckled at his frustration, "How about you wear one of the older ones you have, maybe the green ones?" he suggested leaning his back into their shared room doorframe.

Fred gives in another sigh before nodding and putting on his older navy green sweater that he's grown out of due to his height now, but he simply went with it and puts another layering jacket over the top to keep himself nice and warm. "Well I'm heading off to see my girlfriend, I'm supposed you're going to do the same huh?" George asked knowingly, Fred gives him a nod as he puts on his shoes, "Well alright then tell Y/N I said hi...I'll see you later at dinner" he mentioned leaving the door open as he leave, "Will do" Fred shouted loud enough for him to hear. Fred made his way to your dorm room still upset about his favorite sweater and couldn't help but retrace his steps when he was wearing them, but his brain was foggy he couldn't remember anything which frustrates him even more.

He finally made it into your shared dorm room, you promise him that the girls will be out doing something together and won't be back for an hour so you and Fred can cuddle for a bit before you both head out to your usual ritual of butterbeer and exploding bonbons by the lake, celebrating the weekend before Monday makes its way back through the week. 'Knock...Knock' as the sound of your wooden door echoed inside, "Oh that must be Freddie" you muttered happily, "Come in" you let out continuing to put on mascara in between your lashes by the mirror you have above your dressing table. He entered your room and closed the door behind him, "Hey beautiful how are you?" Fred asked not paying much attention to you as he takes off his scarf, beanie, and outer coat.

"Hello love I'm alright how about you?" you asked excitedly as you finished your makeup look and made your way towards Fred as his back faces you, it was a perfect opportunity for a hug from behind so you did just that. He smiles at your actions and turned around finally paying attention to you. "I'm alright as well lo-" he paused scanning you up and down, his much shorter girlfriend in her lacy underwear and a giant cobalt sweater with a golden F being knit into it topping it off with a messy bedhead-like hair. Fred blushed furiously as if red paint had made itself paint a streak straight across his face with no warning. "Babe, when did you steal that sweater? I've been looking all over the place for it... it's my favorite one" Fred asked with a slight smile on his face, you pout and looked up at him, "I-I'm sorry I saw it laying around your bed last week when I was over at your dorm room and I was cold so I took it without asking. And I never had a sweater like this one before, it's comfy and it has a giant letter, presenting the first alphabet of your name, it's rather special really" you pleaded to hope your tall ginger boyfriend would spare you from his anger.

Fred chuckled lightly at your response, "Love if you wanted a sweater just like mine you could've just asked me, mom would be more than happy to knit you one this Christmas...I bet she already did she loves you, and she thinks you're the perfect match for me because you tone down my quirky personality and you can bake.... what more could I want?" Fred mentioned still warping his arm around your waist lovingly, your face lit up with excitement. "Really? she'd do that for me? knit me my own personal sweater like this one?" you wondered as your eyes sparkled with joy, Fred chuckled louder at your response, "Well of course but for now, you can wear this one, but it's incredibly baggy on you" he touched the blue sweater watching as the hem hits around your upper thigh area which puts a smile on his face, after a bit of staring Fred couldn't resist your lips, there something about them that drives him and forced a feeling of desires to kiss it every time and so he did.

He pulled you in by the waist close to his leaving no gaps in between the both of you, he uses his pair of chocolaty brown eyes to stare deep into your soul with a smile so enthralling you often wondered to yourself if this boy was truly real at times, and before you know it he'd managed to pick you up with his strong hands and kiss you passionately that soon becomes hungry, leading Fred into landing you softly on your bed breaking the kiss leaving the both of you into a fit of giggle like young children at the park.

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asthore (h.s)

summary: "yn and harry have been married for 3 years now, still a secret to the public. this is a comfort story, going back and forth of how they met and their married life and a lot of sweet drama in between. very full of love, fluffy, safe. "

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word count: 3.3k

warnings: death, anxiety, depression, christimas time, sex mention, fluff

sunday, 17 of december 2022, 3:36pm

the cold breeze from christmas approaching in the small italian village almost freeze y/n’s bones as she’s cruising through the christmas markets, the ligurian sea facing her as she hands a 5€ bill to the italian man that just finished filling a jar with taggiasca olives, “grazie! buone feste!” y/n says as she puts the jar back in the jean tote bag and covering her right hand with the black comfy glove once again. the humidity has driven y/n to have her hair constantly covered by a beanie or her curls would be so tangled she would spend an eternity in hair masks trying to salvage it. the phone pings.

soupy

“just passed passport control, 30 minutes and i’m home. i love you x H”

y/n smiles, feeling her cheeks blush up from thinking about seeing her husband after nearly two months since halloween in los angeles, the butterflies from being apart fly more in her stomach as she rushes to their italian home, this was the first christmas both their families would spend in the home they have been building in the small coastal village of sanremo, y/n had done her masters in the university of verona and absolutely fell in love with the country. and here she is, buying olives for christmas eve dinner, the first ever she’s hosting herself.

the white gate opens up as y/n presses the button attached to her keys, she sighs at the car standing in the driveway as harry told her to try and get used to it and he would teach them how to drive but y/n has a unreasonable fear of cars, even when she had to drive the bumper cars, she would cry and her dads would end up picking her out of the car. she walks down the darkened stone (by the raindrops) path, the automatic light shines, lightening up the whole entrance area, y/n opens the green heavy front door and is greeted by patata and notte, their two cats, “ahh my two girls!! daddy is about to be home so mama is gonna heat up the soy lasagna and light some candles!” y/n is used to only talking to the two kittens she had rescued with harry, she takes her gloves and beanie and her long brown coat, hanging them by the door as she closes it behind her.

soupy

“it’s raining really bad, i’m at the petrol station right by the theatre, 10 minutes i’m all yours, sweet bunny. god i miss you x”

bunny

“i already threw your jammies in the dryer so they’re warm when you get here, turned the ac on and i’m watching british news, just for you”

soupy

“you’re an angel!!!!! my angel wife”

y/n wrapped herself in a black silk robe that matches her pyjama set and sat on the sofa, heart heavy awaiting for harry to open the front door and them reuniting, her stomach was seriously going through it, she could barely work in the morning and had cereal for lunch as she felt too eager to even think about eating. the news were mentioning winter wonderland in london and how crowded they were after the pandemic, y/n missed london a little bit, being her home for most of the year and 2022 being the first time she’s not having a hot cocoa by the london eye just staring at the tourists. her stomach growls again, her anxiety is leading up to not knowing if she should even eat or stay pretty by the door so she can immediately kiss harry.

she opted to fill up the kettle with water so they could have a tea and harry could warm up, as the water boiled the sound of a car motor makes its way into the house, meaning harry was home, in unicorn slippers y/n gets out of the house in a rush. harry is parking his car next to his other one and y/n is regretting being outside in slippers but she couldn’t wait one more second.

and there he was…

he stood tall leaving the car, wearing light blue jeans and black vans, his upper body was covered by y/n’s favourite coat of harry’s, the multitude of greens and how long it looked y/n genuinely wanted the coat for herself, his hair clipped back with his regular black clip and his smile, y/n felt her entire body relaxing as she sloppily ran to his arms under the humidity of sunset. “fuck, fuck, you’re real” his arms wrap around the short figure in front of him, “fuck, my y/n” he sighs in relief and keeps the embrace just as tight. y/n places her chin on his upper chest and looks at him, his face structure coral-ish like the sun just about to set. “i missed you” their lips meet, a kiss they had been longing for almost two months, yet as their lips collide it’s like no time as passed, they went to sleep and woke up together, just like their meant to be. “harry i love you but i came outside in my jammies and i’m freezing” y/n shivers as she speaks up, he can’t help but keep a stupid smile on his face, this was his most normal, his wife saying she was cold begging them to go inside, his brain filled with deja-vu, “goooo inside, dummy” he says, opening the boot of the car, taking his suitcase out of it, y/n had already grabbed his backpack and made her way into the house, making harry stand a few meters from the door, feeling nothing but relief, to be home.

☆

monday, 18 of december 2023, 4:13am

harry woke up almost jumping from the sofa, looked at his phone, 4:13am, y/n was passed out in the sofa as well, their cats asleep between them and the electric fireplace still on as well as the bbc 1 still playing out the news from throughout the day.

a big yawn escaped his lips as he slowly got off under the covers to grab a chocolate brioche from the kitchen, he knew y/n like the back of his hand, keeping the chocolate brioches at hand for a lat night craving of something sweet. harry for the first time in a few months felt genuinely at peace, not that he doesn’t love tour, he does, he can’t stop touring and seeing the familiar and unknown faces he hold in his heart with so much love but just sometimes he misses home, home isn’t exactly a place for him, because harry has a lot more houses than he could explain, but he only has one y/n, a short irish and scottish teddy bear in a human form that writes her fingers off and spends too much time in front of her computer and totally belongs to the generation he longs to understand. he walked back into the living room, y/n’s now sleepy eyes open, petting the cats, “harry! we fell asleep on the sofa…can we go to bed?” his heart skipped a beat right there, her curls messy from the sofa pillow, eyes droopy, cheesy smile on her lips from having him home. home. she was home.

the sleepy couple headed off to bedroom with their two cats following them, y/n and harry have always allowed their kitties to sleep in bed, even though sometimes the cats do bite harry off the bed, “how are patata and notte doing at night?” harry asks as he slides under the covers with small roses that y/n picked and he loves so much, “well patata sleeps on top of my feet and notte well… she likes to stay under the covers” y/n admits not changing notte’s behaviours, “y/n! she’s gonna bite me off the bed! again!” y/n gets under the covers as well and kisses his lips softly, “god i missed having you home”, y/n places her self on top of him, “oh bunny.. you almost make me forget the jet lag” harry kisses y/n, this time more abruptly, almost raw. “fuck! i missed you”

10:46am

the regular sunny beach town’s sky was covered in dark, heavy clouds, ready to burst at any given second, harry was aware of this, he was in the middle of his run and upset that the rain was going to interrupt his so beloved routine, he was running along the giardini municipali, his favourite place to run while they’re in their sanremo home, he checks his watch when a raindrop falls exactly on top of it, harry groans, he has left 20 minutes ago and his run was being cut short by an angry christmas weather rain that the old lady that lives next door has told him… or what he understood from his beginners italian. running back home in hopes to not get soaked was truly in vain. when he opened the green front door he was soaked through his entire clothes, he thought of y/n, likely still wrapped in the duvet, he almost envied her for a second but he knows y/n’s medication makes her crave her bed a little longer than he does. after a much needed shower harry walks quietly into the bedroom, curtains still closed, loud purring coming from the bed, a little night light on y/n’s side, still on, his hands gently rubbed through y/n’s cheek, a way he learned to wake her up without startling her, “mmmm too early” she moaned, still with her eyes shut close, “baby.. c’mon sweetheart, i made coffee and pancakes, i didn’t know if you wanted eggs” he says almost whispering, lowering his body, squatting down next to the bed, “oh the banana pancakes? with pecan nuts?” y/n opens her eyes, looking directly in his, “exactly those ones”, harry smiles doing the gentle rub on her cheek again, “okay i’m listening” y/n yawns, turning on her side to look directly at harry, “well..after breakfast we could start decorating the house maybe even finish our christmas shopping?” his hand now travelled to her hair, gently running his fingers through it. “mmmmm give me a kiss?” she asks, getting closer to the edge of the bed, “always, as many kisses as you want, bunny.”.

the kitchen smelled exactly as y/n had hoped, of harry, banana, coffee and fresh bread, their kitchen was a little sanctuary for the both of them, the floor was almost like honeycomb, brown, yellow and dark red, usually very cold, the walls white, the cabinets a sage green y/n and harry fell in love with, a white oven that seemed too complicated at first and all of the kitchen adorned with gold details, the handles, the pots… the countertops were wood like, matching the kitchen table with mismatched chairs, the other side of the kitchen still with the sage cabinets, a window right on top of the big white sink and golden faucet, decorated with tulips, y/n’s favourite flower. the cat’s food bowls filled, the eggs sizzling in the frying pan, y/n begged her brain to take a screenshot of this moment and remember it forever. her happiest place, her and her husband.

y/n sat on one of the mismatched chairs as harry placed the food in front of her, “vip treatment huh?” y/n mocks due to him being the one used to vip treatment, “for my wife? anything.. also i got super soaked in my run earlier” harry comments as he takes the eggs out of the pan to another plate, “you did? why didn’t u call me i would’ve.. well i would’ve cheered u up” y/n speaks with her mouthful with a pancake bite, harry thought it was cute, how her mind was always racing, y/n hates it, harry in the other hand thinks it makes her special, her brain never shuts off, more time he gets to spend with her in her little world. “well baby i knew you were asleep and this jet lag is so weird, woke up, fell asleep, woke up and then couldn’t sleep so i went and fed the cats and then i came back still couldn’t sleep so i went on my run without checking the weather app and well yeah but i’m okay” y/n felt hypnotised, yes she knows she’s married to him but just sometimes when he goes on his rambles, y/n likes to stare at him, his lips, his lips now covered with honey from the pancakes, she doesn’t know what power over her has given her the chance to be here, staring at her husband eating her favourite breakfast. “if you feel like you get a cough i have those cough drops from when i had covid, they were pretty good” her lips press together in worry, “baby i came home, took a shower and woke you up, i’m okay. i promise”

promises were something big in their relationship, from harry’s perspective he needed someone he could trust blindly and from y/n’s perspective she has always been an open heart ready to trust anyone, so they met half way, keeping promises. promises that they wouldn’t hide stuff from each other, promises that they’d always be honest about their health, promises to stay in contact even if the signal is one bar in the middle of nowhere. right here, right now, their home is a promise from harry’s vows:

“i promise, even when i’m far to always come back home to you, my love, i promise to make our home the most beautiful place that ever existed, just for you and me.”

the rain hit the kitchen windows pretty strongly, soothing the couple that was still eating breakfast, “i don’t think going out is a very smart idea, soupy, look at the weather!” y/n says, calling harry by his nickname when they started dating, soupy, he had soup every day on facetime and y/n just came up with it, soupy and now even her family calls him soupy, “don’t call me soupy! and we are still doing stuff because decorating the house for christmas doesn’t require leaving” harry affirms, holding his plate and mug placing them on the sink, “the christmas decorations are in your studio harry and i’m not going to the other house” y/n pouts, “i love rain when i’m inside! not when i’m outside and need to do stuff!” she complains. a few meters away there’s a small house that harry converted into his studio while he was stuck in italy with y/n because of the pandemic, y/n stored the christmas things there and never touched them again, in all fairness it was a beautiful sunny january day and she was in a good mood. “fine, i’ll get them, you’re lucky i’d do anything for you”, “oh!!! can’t wait to tell my friends my husband would walk in the rain for me, what a man!” she mocks giggling against the mug, “mrs y/n styles you’re very sassy today!” he says in the same mocking tone, “it’s what happens when you fuck me to sleep, i wake up feeling like a spoiled princess” she keeps laughing, waiting to catch her breathe to finish her coffee. harry gets close and kisses her forehead and sighs in relief, “i love seeing you like this” y/n knew what harry meant, her depression and major anxiety really sprout up in the first few months of their marriage, making the first year even rockier than what they had anticipated, y/n is still medicated, for awhile harry felt like he had lost his y/n, until everything started piecing together like a puzzle, her smile, her jokes, her collection of books, her arguments in irish with one of her dads, it’s like his y/n had never left, she just needed a little boost that harry alone couldn’t give.

“wonders of antidepressants and a good loving night with my husband, you should know i’m always better with you around” she whispered against his lips, “i love you, bunny”, “and “i love you, soupy”.

☆

to better understand this story, we have to go back to almost 40 years ago years ago, when y/n’s parents, cormac and callum first met, they were both 15, had the same classes, did everything together in their hometown of sterling, a true high school love story that lasted their entire lives, they considered themselves lucky, falling in love at a time it was no longer illegal to love each other in scotland, their love only grew with time, moving in together, dreaming of getting married, dreaming of having children.. which eventually happened when they were 25, elsie and ewan, their families thought they were insane, adopting twins at 25 and all the repercussions of only one of them actually being able to be “legally” their father, but they still did it, elsie and ewan were 1 year old when they were officially adopted by callum but they always taught them cormac was their father regardless of what any paper said.

the year 1998 came along, cormac’s younger sister orla was pregnant, cormac was so excited that his children would have a cousin and nothing prepared him for the next months of his life, the day that should be of joy was clouded by sadness as his sister died while giving birth, making y/n immediately orphan with half a second of life in her body so cormac stepped up, christmas being the first holiday they all spent together, the 5 of them. just them.

when same-sex marriage became legal in scotland they did get married. even though, in their hearts they had been married since they were 15.

but before that, as the siblings grew, y/n had friends that didn’t have the best family environment, and cormac and callum had no luck trying to adopt them because their parents wouldn’t allow it, so as adults it did happen, simon and flora became the 6th and 7th member of the family. harry knew this story, y/n had told him this story a million times but he’s hearing it again as they get the christmas tree ready, he looks at her with an amount of love in his eyes that he’s not able to express if not by poetry in his hidden notebooks, “and well the rest you know, elsie is a teacher at the same school as my dad mac, ewan plays football in torino, simon is a tattoo artist in manchester and you know flora better than anyone” y/n explains once again as she places the handmade ornaments she got from and italian charity shop, “flora.. the baker that purposely calls me soups” harry goans as he makes sure the christmas lights are all working before placing them on the tree, “i didn’t know she was gonna give you hell for my nickname for you, harry, she’s the baby, i don’t like getting angry at her… are those lights ready?”

“they’re ready”

“then help me put them on, soupy”

“kiss me first, under the mistletoe”

“you’re so sappy!”

“thank god i found you then, to love all this sappiness”

“and i do. every single inch of you, tha gaol agam ort (i love you)”

“and i love you”

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 10

*Hello, everybody! We're back with another chapter/episode! This is published on March 31, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, please don't be afraid to comment, reblog, and heart it! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Vulgar language and violence. Enjoy!*

Episode Ten: The Living World

The sounds of police sirens alert Stolas.

Stolas blinks his red eyes, realizing that he’s in the alleyway of Los Angeles.

“Shit,” Stolas utters before noticing the group out of it from flying through the portal. He hurries to pull them aside in the darkness of the alleyway. Charlie is the first one to snap out of her trance to realize that she’s in the dirty alleyway full of graffiti.

“Where are we?” Charlie questions while looking around the place.

“We are in the living realm, your highness,” Stolas responds.

Moxxie and Millie manage to grasp their surroundings along with Angel, Bella, and Nifty.

Charlie smiles brightly. “Oh my gosh! This is where we get most souls from!”

“Yes, and if you don’t want them to notice our differences or be hunted down by demon hunters, you have to blend in. Like this, princess,” Stolas demonstrates by transforming into a human. “See? Although, you look like a human the most out of everyone here. Just need a little bit of make-up.”

Charlie’s red eyes sparkles. “Ooh!”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Wait, what about the rest of us?”

“Well, I’m afraid that without my Grimoire, I won’t be able to provide human disguises for you all. Although, both you and Bella can retract your limbs to make yourselves more like human. You’ll be seen as furries. I’m more worried about Nifty here.”

“What about Moxxie and Millie?” Charlie asks.

“Don’t worry about us, your highness,” Moxxie calls in a feminine tone.

The others turn their attention to Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie and Millie are dressed in casual human clothes with Moxxie wearing a black tank-top and tight black sweatpants with a cute hairstyle while Millie wears a beanie, an oversized black jersey shirt of a basketball team, and dark gray shorts that are pants to her.

Stolas stares for a moment and then nods. “See? They got it.”

Nifty looks up at Stolas with her one red eye. “Can I stab people?”

“Uh, no,” Stolas responds while taking out the backpack. “How about you get in this backpack instead, hm?”

“Ooh! Backpacks!” Nifty exclaims in excitement, jumping into the backpack.

Stolas zips up the backpack and gives it to Angel. “Here, you carry her around.”

“Ugh, fine,” Angel groans while getting the hoodie hanging on the wall besides the clothes shop and retracts his bottom two arms into his body.

Bella copies Angel and gasps in shock that she’s able to do it this whole time.

Stolas leads the group out of the alleyway. “We must look for the others. But first, let’s try to find a way for everyone to fit in. Let’s go.” They head through the city, searching for disguises for the others.

~.~

“Where are we even going?” Nora groans as Blitz is leading the group consisted of Loona, Octavia, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Fizz, and Cherri.

“There’s always campsites in these woods for humans. Maybe there’s a campsite we can stay out that might be empty with plenty of food,” Blitz responds.

“It’s been a couple of days and we haven’t eaten,” Alastor points out.

“We can always eat each other,” Rosie responds with a manaical smile.

“No, God, no! We’re not eating each other!” Blitz barks at Rosie.

Husk notices Fizz staring at the ground without looking at where they’re going. “You okay?”

Fizz shoots a glance up at Husk and sighs. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, I’ll be fine...I just...miss Oz, you know.”

Husk frowns and pats his shoulder. “I know, kid.”

“Do you think Ozzie is going to be okay?” Fizz asks Husk in concern.

“I--I don’t know,” Husk responds sadly.

Fizz notices Husk looking away. “Um, I’m sorry about Angel Dust. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“I hope so too,” Husk responds.

Nora sighs and looks up at Vaggie, who seems tensed up. “I’m sure Charlie and Bella are going to be fine.”

“I hope so too. But I swear if a hand is laid on both of them, I’ll fucking kill whoever their captors are,” Vaggie growls, not intentionally at Nora.

Nora lifts her head up with determination. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”

Vaggie looks at Nora and huffs a laugh. “Thanks, kid. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

“We’ll join you,” Sebastian says.

“Don’t worry, we are experts at burying bodies,” Eleanor reassures Vaggie. “Just don’t get on our bad side and we’ll be completely fine.”

Vaggie widens her eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel better.”

“Guys! We’re here!” Blitz announces to the group. The group looks ahead to find a camp full of teenagers doing various of extracurricular activities with camp counselors watching them.

“Ugh, teenagers. The worse,” Blitz responds with a groan.

“Not any worse than losing the one you love,” Fizz replies sadly.

Blitz glances at Fizz worriedly. “You doing okay, pal?”

“Ooh! Fresh skins and meat,” Rosie responds, showing her sharp teeth. “Let’s eat them all.”

“I’ll dice them,” Alastor says while pulling out a knife.

"We'll cook them!" Eleanor replies happily, pulling her blushing husband by her side.

“No, goddamn it!!” Blitz shouts at them. “You’re going to make a bigger mess than there already was. No. We need to blend in with the camp.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Alastor responds.

“Yeah, you, an ex-exterminator thing, and this cannibal bitch can blend in with the humans perfectly,” Blitz suggests with a small smile.

Vaggie arches a brow. "You mean fallen angel?"

"Yes, that too," Blitz says to Vaggie.

“Wait, how do you know that I’m a fallen angel--?”

“Because you’re holding a fucking angelic spear. Don’t think I don’t notice that when we first met. I don’t know how anyone in Hell didn’t catch that,” Blitz interrupts Vaggie’s sentence. “I’m surprised your girlfriend didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, she knows,” Vaggie responds.

“We all know,” Alastor adds. “We just never made any comments on it.”

“Wait, what?” Vaggie questions. “I thought I was doing a good job hiding it!”

“Not so much, I’m afraid. I’m surprised that Charlie was the last to know this,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, wait, Charlie is the last to know?! Was it that obvious?!” Vaggie questions her friends.

“Yes, my dear,” Alastor responds.

Husk raises his hand. “Hey, I was thinking of telling Charlie about you before all of this shit with the exterminators went down, but this guy here says to not say a word since we figured that Charlie might know back then.” He refers to Alastor, who has his grin stretched proudly.

“And poor Charlie becomes desperate for my help that we shook on it,” Alastor responds.

“Wait, what?” Rosie questions.

“We shook on a deal. Of course, I don’t have Charlie’s soul since she’s Hellborn,” Alastor responds with a little wave of his hand.

Before Alastor continues on to brag about it, he feels the sudden cyan chain around his neck and is pulled back into the woods.

“Okay, okay, team, we need to focus on how to blend in with the humans,” Blitz tries to get everyone’s attention.

However, Husk has witnessed Alastor being pulled back into the woods in a quick manner and Rosie is nowhere in sight.

Husk sneaks into the woods while Blitz makes a plan for the group. He hears familiar voices whispering in the woods until he manges to find Rosie and Alastor. Alastor has a cyan-colored chain around his neck. Alastor is no longer wearing his usual grin, the fear in his yellow eyes is something that Husk has never seen before. He hides behind the tree to overhear their conversation.

“What the fuck was wrong with you?” Rosie questions Alastor harshly.

“I don’t have her soul, Rosie. I would never take her soul---”

“But she’s chained to you,” Rosie snarls. “Look, you can make deals with the cyclops maid or that gambling beast, but you don’t ever touch her. That’s the contract you signed, dear Alastor. You’re supposed to make sure her hotel is running smoothly. You’re supposed to keep her safe. She is off-limits when it comes to making deals with her.”

“I swear, Rosie, I don’t have her soul,” Alastor responds, trembling in fear now.

Husk witnesses Alastor shaking like the leaves up on the trees. He has never seen Alastor this fearful before. It’s almost like a small payback for all the fear Alastor causes Husk, but Husk can’t feel any remotely happy about what Alastor going through.

“When did this dealing take place?” Rosie growls at Alastor, tugging at his chain.

“When she found out that Vaggie used to be an exterminator,” Alastor cries in fear. “She just wants to save her own damn hotel and people--”

“And you took advantage of that,” Rosie snarls. “If I ever hear or see you making deals with her again, I’m going to make sure that the legend of the Radio Demon ceases to exist. You hear me?”

“Yes, yes, I promise I will never make deals with her again!” Alastor screams in fear, his radio tone now becoming real and raw, tears streaming down his face.

“Good,” Rosie responds sadistically. The cyan chains fade from Alastor’s neck. He’s risen on his feet as his legs wobble. Rosie notices Alastor’s frown and helps him stretch the corners of his mouth into a grin.

“You know, you’re never fully dressed without a smile, dear,” Rosie says, going back to her peppy tone.

Alastor’s grin is back on his face, glued on like a mask.

Husk breathes heavily when they notice him eavesdropping them. He bolts through the woods, trying to get away from them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Husk whispers to himself, trying to run back to the group. “WAIT UP, GUYS!!”

Before he can get any attention from the group, the green chain is wrapped around his neck, causing him to slip and fall back on the ground with a yelp.

He’s being pulled back into the woods as he struggles in his chains.

Husk glances at the chains, watching Alastor pulling at them with his staff and hands.

“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” Alastor responds in a threatening matter.

Husk breathes heavily. “I-I was just worried about where you both were--”

“Oh, don’t play the fucking sympathy card, Husk. You know you want to get out of my chains for a while now. I know you. I can sense you trying to get out my chains. You tried all the rings of Hell to get free from your chains, only to find yourself completely hopeless. Did you really think that I’m that stupid?!” Alastor growls at Husk, pulling his face close to his angry tone behind his glued on grin.

“P-Please--”

“You of all people should know that I always know where you are at all times. You are the only overlord that knows that has shared powers with me and you are the only overlord that knows that I’m the one on the leash. Don’t make me kill you like the rest of those overlords who cross me. I have your soul, remember?”

Husk can feel his soul being crushed, choking on the green chains. “Al, you need to break your c-chains--”

“Be fucking glad Angel isn’t here. Otherwise, I’d rip his soul right out in front of you if you ever cross me again! Slowly and painfully. Then after I kill him, I’ll kill you. I’ll make sure yours and his screams are broadcasted on my radio daily. Don’t ever fucking cross me again, you understand?” Alastor growls, his unhinged smile turns demonic.

Husk starts to tear up in fear, nodding his head quickly.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Cherri’s voice echoes behind Husk.

Alastor glances up to see Cherri standing there with her eye glaring at him. He throws Husk onto the tree next to them as he storms by her.

“You saw nothing,” Alastor snarls at Cherri and heads back to the group.

Rosie walks by Husk with a small soft look and then walks by Cherri, giving her a friendly wave.

Cherri runs by Husk, which she notices him breathing heavily in panic.

“Hey, mate, are you okay?” Cherri asks Husk in concern.

Husk starts to spiral in his mind. He can hear his heart thumping from his eardrums. He looks to the sky as if he’s trying to keep his head above the waters. He places a paw over his heart to feel his heartbeat growing faster and faster. He breathes heavier as if he has run a mile.

“Husk! Husk, what’s wrong?!” Cherri’s voice is muffled by the ringing sounds in his ears.

Husk can hear his own breathing growing rapid, clutching at the leaves on the ground with his other paw to keep himself grounded. But even grabbing at the leaves didn’t stop his mouth from becoming dry.

“W-Water--” Husk utters, his voice dry.

“Water?” Cherri questions, watching Husk gripping his chest. She stands up quick. “Stay here, I’ll get you help. Hold on!” She rushes through the woods, leaving Husk alone with nature.

Husk starts to sob, tears leaking out of his eyes. The pain in his chest worsens when he starts sobbing.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he hears Vaggie’s voice, but he can barely distinguishes the words.

“I don’t know! Alastor might have threatened him or something! I don’t know what’s going on!” Cherri’s voice echoes in his ears.

Vaggie peers into his vision, shaking his shoulder.

“Husk? Husk?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?” Vaggie calls out, her voice still muffled from the ringing in Husk’s ears.

Husk can’t even answer, tearing up more.

Vaggie takes deep breaths on her own and sits next to him. “Okay, okay, big guy. It’s okay, we’re right here.”

Cherri sits next to Husk, giving him a glass of water. “Here, I got you some water.”

Husk raises his arm up slightly, grabbing the water and drinking it with large gulps.

“Don’t drink too fast,” Vaggie cautions Husk calmly.

Husk drinks the water to help his parched throat as Cherri takes the glass from him.

“It’s okay, Husk,” Vaggie replies. “Just take deep breaths. Like this.” She shows Husk deep breaths she’s taking. Husk’s eyes move to see it, and he attempts to take deep breaths.

“There you go, big guy. You’re doing great,” Cherri replies softly. “Keep going.”

Husk takes deep slow breaths. His breathing is becoming more easy, no longer choking on air. He blinks his eyes and before finally hearing everything in nature without his ears ringing. However, he breaks down crying, hiding his face from the girls.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s going on, Husk?” Vaggie asks.

“That fucking maniac,” Husk chokes out, feeling Cherri’s hand rubbing his shoulder.

“Yeah, it seems like he threatened you,” Cherri responds. “Are you okay with telling us what happened?”

“I don’t want to remember it,” Husk whimpers, afraid to slip back to panicking.

“Okay, okay,” Vaggie responds softly. “You don’t have to say anything. Okay, just keep taking deep breaths.”

Husk keeps taking deep breaths and sobs into his thighs, earning rubs on his shoulders from both Vaggie and Cherri.

“You’re doing great, Husk,” Cherri reassures him.

“Yeah, you’re doing great,” Vaggie adds.

Husk finally calms down, looking up to see nature again. He glances at the ladies comforting him.

“You okay now?” Cherri asks.

Husk wipes his tears away and nods. “Y-Yeah.”

“Good,” Vaggie responds while looking around the woods. “The others are waiting for us. You want to wait a little or--?”

“No, I’m fine,” Husk responds, getting up from the ground. “Let’s go.”

Cherri and Vaggie got up with unsure glances at each other. They follow Husk through the woods to get back to the group.

~.~

“Okay, open your eyes,” Stolas, disguised as a human, commands excitedly after doing make-up on Charlie’s face.

Charlie opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is the reflection of her face that isn’t so pale. Her blushes are covered by the light skin foundation. Her eyes are still the same and she has her red suit still.

“Wow,” Charlie responds. “This feels weird.”

“I know. It’s something to get used to. I also have contacts to make your eyes blue,” Stolas responds while holding out blue eye contacts. “Hold still.”

Charlie did as Stolas puts blue eye contacts in her eyes. Now she’s a blonde woman with blue eyes. “Are you sure this is how normal girls look?”

“Oh believe me, your highness. It’s quite a common around here,” Stolas responds with a wave of his hand.

“Ugh, what a basic bitch,” one of the women with dark hair responds while walking by with a group of her girl friends of brunettes.

Stolas watches them pass by while chuckling nervously. “It’s still quite common around here. And must I say, you look stunning, your highness.”

Charlie smiles nervously. “Thanks.”

“Uh, I’m not sure you should go out looking like that,” Moxxie’s voice interrupts them.

Charlie and Stolas watch Angel walking out of the alleyway with a short small-size sweater that only goes down pass his chest fluff barely. He has a white and pink shirt underneath it with tight shorts wrapped around his thighs. He still has his high heels on, clicking on the concrete.

“How do I look, Charls? Do I look sexy or somewhat blending in to everyone in society?” Angel says, striking various of poses.

Moxxie steps out with Angel and looking at him up and down. “Angel, this could attract attention from other people. We are looking to blend in, not attract attention.”

“Bitch, I attract attention 24/7, what the hell are you talking about?” Angel responds with a sassy tone.

Moxxie sighs in discouragement while slapping a palm against his forehead.

“Ooh!” Angel gasps and looks at Charlie. “This sweaters got a hoodie and look!”

He tilts his head down and pushes up the small cat ears on the hoodie while saying, “Meow, meow.”

Stolas arches a brow in confusion. “Uh.”

“I can be Husky’s twin!” Angel responds happily. “The only thing missin’ is the red color. Which I got!”

Angel whips out the red bandana and wraps it around his eye that has only purple pupils while leaving his normal eye alone. “Bam! Now our colors are matched.”

Bella stumbles out of the alleyway, her make-up done to look somewhat normal and wearing a hoodie to cover her blonde pigtails.

Millie smiles while walking out with the little girl. “Look who’s ready to fit in!”

Bella has an oversized navy blue hoodie with blue pants.

“AWWWW!!!” Charlie coos. “You are so adorable.” She picks Bella up with a hug.

Stolas straightens up, smiling to see Charlie hugging Bella like a mother and a daughter relationship. “Aw, it’s nice to see this relationship grow, wait, where’s Nifty?”

“In this backpack,” Angel shows the cute Mickey Mouse brand backpack.

“Heh-heh, I want to kill someone,” Nifty responds with a maniacal chuckle.

“That’s a no,” Angel responds. “Now, let’s go find Husky and the others!” Angel skips off to look for Husk.

“Off we go then,” Stolas responds while the group follows after Angel.

Charlie carries Bella in her arms as Bella looks up at her with a frown.

“I-I’m sorry,” Bella replies in a croaked tone.

Charlie glances down at her. “For what?”

“F-For lying.”

Charlie frowns and cradles her more. “I know why you did.”

“Do you hate me now?”

“No, sweetheart,” Charlie responds. “I don’t hate you. You are still cherished by me and Vaggie. We still want to adopt you now more than ever to get you out of that abusive environment. If you want to, of course--”

Bella hugs Charlie, cuddling her head. “Can I call you Mommy and call Vaggie Mama?”

Charlie smiles. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Stolas overhears the conversation with a soft gaze at Charlie and Bella. Then he frowns and takes out his gold pocketwatch and opens it to see the picture of him and his daughter as a child. A sigh escapes his lips.

“Don’t worry, Via, we’ll find you and the others,” Stolas replies to himself.

~.~

Blitz puts on his yellow polo shirt in the cabin outside of the camp. “Alright, fuckers! We got shit to do and cabins to take over.”

“It would all be easier if we kill some mindless teens and counselors,” Alastor responds, wearing the camp counselor uniform with a deadpan stare despite his stretched grin.

“And eat them and their corpses,” Rosie responds with a small smile in her own camp counselor uniform.

“For the last fucking time, that’s a no!” Blitz scolds both of them.

“Do we really have to wear these costumes?” Husk responds, noticing the tightness around his shoulders and arms while wearing the uniform.

“Just pretend to be the main mascot since this mostly a black cat in the hat thing--”

“I don’t look anything like that thing!” Husk responds while holding up the poster picture of a live action version of Cat in the Hat.

“Hey, these uniforms ain’t that bad,” Cherri responds, noticing the tightness of her rear from the tan shorts and the yellow polo shirt tuck into it. She has a ball-cap on backwards. “I’m definitely going to fuck up this campsite with explosives.”

“If you want to have any hope of taking shelter in the cabins, then don’t blow shit up,” Blitz responds.

“Aww,” Cherri responds dejectedly.

Vaggie looks at her yellow polo shirt, realizing how tight the shirt is around her breasts and the shorts are around her rear. “Well, shit.”

Blitz peeks out the cabin doors. “Alright, Operation Camping Trip is a go. Loona, do your stuff.”

Loona transforms herself into a human.

“Hey, Dad taught me this trick, watch,” Octavia responds, turning herself into a human with her outfit being the same, but she has a rounder face and smoother jawline.

“Shit, that’s cool,” Loona gasps in fascination.

“Yeah, you both look good,” Blitz compliments with a bright smile. “Now, let’s get out there and blend in the crowd.”

Fizz arches a brow since he’s the only one without the uniforms on. “What about me?”

“You get to entertain the kids by being the clown,” Blitz responds.

“Fuck you,” Fizz argues with Blitz.

“Fuck you, first,” Blitz responds with a smirk.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t kill these vulnerable targets?” Alastor replies while holding up one of the five naked camp counselors by his matted hair. Alastor places a knife against the camp counselor’s throat.

“And then we can eat their flesh for food,” Rosie brings up.

“For fuck’s sake, do I have to put you two on a leash?!” Blitz responds with the sass.

“Let’s just go,” Loona replies to Octavia as both of the girls walk out disguised as humans. Husk follows after them with Fizz and Cherri. Rosie and Blitz exit next, leaving Vaggie alone with Alastor.

Vaggie swiftly turns to Alastor. “What the fuck did you say to Husk earlier?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear?” Alastor questions Vaggie.

“Cherri says that you’ve threatened Husk over something. What were you threatening Husk over?” Vaggie probes with a snarl.

“Oh, please, there’s nothing wrong,” Alastor reassures Vaggie.

“Then the why the hell is Husk having a panic attack after your talk with him?” Vaggie asks with a snarl.

“Husk is getting emotional lately. Maybe that’s his problem, not mine,” Alastor responds, walking passed her.

She turns around to watch Alastor walking away. “Ugh, that fucker.”

She exits the cabin and shut the door, leaving five passed out naked camp counselors to rot.

~.~

Stolas, Charlie, Bella, Millie, Moxxie, Angel, and Nifty are exploring around the city.

Charlie shows Bella the restaurants with all the same kinds the same food.

Moxxie and Millie explores the shops around the area with Millie holding a lingerie with a smirk at her husband, who’s blushing in the store.

Angel tries to see out of his one eye, but when he sees the porn stores, his eyes widen in shock at all the naked women on the posters. He frowns at the state they’re in until one buff man rushes by Angel.

“Nice tits, slut!” the man responds while slapping the ‘tits’ on Angel’s chest. The man freezes for a moment as soon as he feels fluffy fur under the tight small cat-hoodie. Angel clenches his jaw and then starts slapping the man around as an act.

“You listen here, fuckhead!” Angel sasses. “You better not touch my body unless you’re my boyfriend!”

“Uhhh, can I be your boyfriend?” the guy responds.

“Uh, a hard no, asshole,” Angel replies with his hands on his hips. “Now get the fuck away before I slap the shit out of ya.”

Nifty pops out from the bag with a psychotic smile, holding a knife, and frothing in the mouth. “And I get to fuckin’ kill ya!”

The man screams at Nifty and runs away, leaving them in awkward silence.

“Sooo, is Husk your boyfriend?” Nifty asks.

“Get back in the bag,” Angel responds with a blush.

Nifty shrinks back into the bag obediently.

Unbeknownst to the group, there are two agents, one male and one female. Both of the agents spot Moxxie and Millie.

“Holy shit, those guys are demons we captured a long time ago,” the male agent, Jasper, gasps in shock.

“Let’s fuckin’ get ‘em,” the female agent, Josephin, responds.

The agents hurry towards Moxxie and Millie. Before the imp couple can react to being snuck up on, they are tased by Jasper and Josephin.

Stolas turns to notice the imp couple being dragged off by the agents. “Oh, shit!”

“What?” Charlie asks with Bella in her arms, approaching by Stolas and turning to look at what he’s looking at. She gasps when she sees Millie and Moxxie being dragged off.

“It’s those demon hunters again,” Stolas growls and storms through the crowd to get to them, but they are gone with Millie and Moxxie by the time they reach the spot where they saw the imp couple get taken.

“Shit!” Stolas curses.

Angel approaches the group with Nifty peeking out of the bag. “What happened?”

“Moxxie and Millie are taken,” Charlie answers Angel.

“Shit, really?” Angel questions in fear.

“This is the reason why we try to blend in with the human society as much as possible. The demon hunters are coming after the likes of us,” Stolas explains to the group.

“Then we need to get to them,” Charlie determines.

“I think I know where they might be taken. Chop-Chop, we got to get them,” Stolas responds as he leads the group to go after the agents that captured Moxxie and Millie.

~.~

Loona, Octavia, and Nora are fitting in with the students while Eleanor and Sebastian hides in the bushes from the sidelines to make sure Nora is okay.

However, Octavia has a crumpled up paper thrown at her. She blinks in confusion and looks at the paper to see the words written: “You’re hot.”

Octavia blinks in confusion and looks to see one of the teen boys waving at her to get her attention as if he’s the one who threw the paper at her. She blushes and hides herself under the beanie.

Nora notices this and looks at the note. Then she glares at the teen boy who throws the crumpled paper at her. “TELL THAT TO HER FACE, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”

Octavia widens her eyes in shock.

Loona hurries into the scene to back Nora away from the teen boys. “Okay, let’s not start a scene here.”

Vaggie watches over the girls to make sure they’re okay until one of the camp counselors smacks her on the butt.

She throws a glare over at the buff guy. “What the fuck?!”

“Can’t help but think you’re hot, toots,” one guy responds with a smirk.

“Ew, I already have a girlfriend,” Vaggie responds with a snarl.

“Yeah, a girl that’s a friend.”

“No, that’s my spouse, dumbass,” Vaggie replies.

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” the buff guy says as he leans closer to where his chest almost touches her breasts.

Husk gets in between Vaggie and the buff guy and pushes him away from her. “She says she’s already in a relationship, fuckhead. So why don’t you go scampering back to your buddies and get the fuck over yourself?”

The buff guy laughs at Husk. “Do you wanna fight?”

“Husk, no,” Vaggie groans.

“Give me your best shot, bitch,” Husk responds with a growl.

The guy throws a punch at Husk, who dodges and uses his claws to scratch up the guy in the torso. The guy stumbles back and catches some blood leaking from his wounds.

“What the--?”

Husk kicks the man in the face, knocking some of his teeth out. The man falls back onto the ground. Husk looks up to find other camp counselors looking at him in fear and shock.

Vaggie sighs with her fists on her hips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Blitz notices the scene unfolding. “Husk, my guy, you need to--” Suddenly, Blitz has been tased by one of the agents with sunglasses and suit.

Husk gasps to see the agents dragging Blitz away as he charges after the agents by spreading his wings and flying towards them.

“Husk, wait!” Vaggie calls, but Husk doesn’t hesitate and attempts to pick the agent that is dragging Blitz away.

Vaggie is ready to spread her wings until she sees Husk getting caught in the net.

Fizz and Cherri sees this from the other side of the camp with gasps.

Husk is pulled into the mysterious vehicle along with Blitz.

“NO!” Vaggie shouts before watching the vehicle taking off with Blitz and Husk instead of it. “Shit!”

Alastor, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Nora, Loona, and Octavia approach behind Vaggie. Cherri and Fizz hurry beside Vaggie.

“Shit!” Vaggie curses.

“How unfortunate,” Alastor responds with a sigh.

“Where the hell are they taking them?” Cherri responds.

Vaggie spreads her wings. “I’m gonna follow ‘em.”

“Yay! I’ll join!” Cherri responds.

“I’m in,” Fizz replies, ready to fight.

Octavia steps out from the group. “Can I come?”

“Sure,” Loona says. “I can sniff out their trail.”

Vaggie nods. “Good. Loona, you take the ground. I’ll take the skies. The rest of you stay at the camp. We’ll be back with Blitz and Husk.”

“Oh, not like we have amazing abilities that might help our friends out,” Rosie responds with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, dear,” Alastor replies to his female friend. “There’s some entertainment we can do while we’re here.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Rosie responds.

Nora steps up. “Can I come?”

“No, it’s too dangerous,” Sebastian warns.

“It’s safer for you to stay,” Eleanor adds.

“Yeah, I would stay with your parents, kid,” Vaggie suggests. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back with the others.” She looks at Loona, Octavia, Cherri, and Fizz. “C’mon.”

Vaggie flies up to the sky while Loona changes into her hellhound form and tracks down Husk’s and Blitz’s scents, getting Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia to follow after Loona.

They rush off into the woods, hoping to catch the silver truck.

~.~

Blitz groans awake from his knock-out and realizes that he’s in a lone room, tied to someone else. He looks over his shoulder to see Millie and Moxxie tied with him, blacked out.

“Oh, shit, Mox! Mills! Thank God, you’re both alive!” Blitz says in relief, struggling in his bonds. “We’re in this shithole again. We--”

The doors open, interrupting Blitz’s sentences. Blitz looks up to see the familiar two agents approaching them. “Oh, goddamnit, it’s you two again!”

“Been a while,” Jasper responds with a chuckle.

“Fuck you,” Blitz growls, hearing Mox and Millie groaning awake. “What do you want from us this time?”

“Oh, we just want you here until a certain higher-ups in the city come and check you out. We have footages of your existence, so they’re coming down here to see you. You three are the main attraction after all,” Josephin says with a growl.

“Well, shit,” Blitz utters in fear.

“Yeah, we still don’t know if your cat, uh, bird thing is part of your world but we got him since he’s fighting one of us,” Jasper blurts out.

“Oh shit,” Blitz gasps in fear. “Where did you put him?!”

“Somewhere you’ll never find him,” Josephin says with a snarl.

Meanwhile, Husk is trapped in the other room, being interrogated by another agent, who’s a bodybuilder type guy with gray hair.

“Soooo, what are you?” the guy asks.

“I don’t fucking know, man,” Husk responds, struggling in his binds.

“You have to know what kind of...species you are,” the man responds.

“Look, man, it’s been a rough past couple of days,” Husk begins with a groan. “So, why don’t you cut me loose and we can call it a day?”

“No can do,” the agent growls. “If you won’t tell us the truth of who you really are, then we’re going to have to use excessive force.”

“Excessive force? That better not be a sex innuendo,” Husk groans when he watches the agent leave the room. Unbeknownst to Husk, the agent presses the button that unleashes the ‘truth’ gas.

Husk watches the gas leak from the ground and the ceiling. “Oh, fuck, this is much worse. Hey! What the fuck is this--?!”

Husk’s vision changes to where his head is above the black waters. He starts to breathe heavily, trying to swim around the water until he feels the chain wrapped around his throat. He screams as he’s taken underwater, kicking his feet until everything goes black around him.

Husk reopens his eyes and notices that he’s laying in the middle of the meadow. He raises his head up and looks around to find the colorful butterflies around him. He blinks and looks to see Angel sitting on the large tree trunk in the middle of the woods, playing with the butterflies.

He groans and stands up, limping towards Angel. Angel is in his gold dress with his fur shiny in the sunlight.

“A-Angel?” Husk recognizes Angel.

Angel glances over his shoulders and smiles. “Hi, Husky.”

Husk looks around them and then shifts his gaze back to Angel. “Are we...redeemed?”

Angel turns to look at him. “No, silly. Not yet at least. Have a seat next to me.”

Husk takes a seat next to him, watching the butterflies. “Where are we then if this isn’t Heaven?”

“It can be Heaven if you want it to be,” Angel responds with a small smile.

Husk hears the music starting as Angel gets up from the tree trunk.

Then he watches his angel start singing beautifully in the melody.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Sleeping next to strangers,

But none of them felt so real compared to you.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk blinks in confusion and notices Angel offering his top hand out while singing.

“Fate has planned out my destiny, punishing me for my sins.

Yet you believe in me when I didn’t believe in myself, baby.

So, have you been feeling the same?”

Husk takes Angel’s hand as he’s pulled up to his feet. Both Angel and Husk starts to dance together while Angel singing his chorus.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.”

Angel uses his bottom hands to hold Husk’s while his top set of his hands caress Husk’s fluffy cheeks, crooning.

“I wish you can see how much I want you.

Has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk’s heart starts to flutter as they start dancing in the middle of the meadow, their surroundings becoming brighter.

Angel continues singing, his top set of his arms resting over Husk’s shoulders.

“I’ve been around the realms,

Pleasuring the wrong people.

But being with you has never been so real.

So, tell me are you feeling the same?”

Husk starts to nod his head, getting lost in Angel’s eyes. Angel hugs Husk, letting his arms wrap around his waist and his neck. Husk rests his chin on Angel’s shoulder as he continues to sing.

“Oh, you don’t have to fight so hard.

Baby, I’m right here when you need me.

All I want is who you are.

You’re a dream come true.”

Husk relaxes in Angel’s hold, hearing Angel’s voice singing his ears as he continues to dance.

“I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,

When we can just watch the sunrise.

I wish you can see how much I want you.

Baby, has love hurt you a long time ago?

Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Husk purrs while Angel pulls him away and puts him back on the ground. Then he starts to dance with him through the woods, butterflies fluttering around them as Angel sings the bridge of his song.

“Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, and I wish that,

I’m the last sinner left for you.

Oh, I can be your music,

A beautiful melody in the acoustics.

I don’t want jewelry and diamonds,

When we can watch the sunrise.

Please, know how much I want you.

Love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord.

When you can be the last sinner left for me.”

Angel and Husk dance together, staring into each other’s eyes before Angel sings his final verse.

“Oh, please know how much I want you.

Baby, love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.

You don’t need to be the overlord,

When you can the last sinner left for me.”

From the outside of the smoke-filled interrogation room, Husk appears more calm without saying anything revealing to the agent, which confuses the agent.

“Uh, what the fuck?” the agent utters.

~.~

Blitzo and Millie starts chewing on their binds like wild animals much to Moxxie’s protest.

“Guys, we’re not going to get out of this,” Moxxie responds, trying to get out of his own binds.

“We’re going to have to try, Mox,” Millie responds, kicking her feet.

“Good luck with freeing yourselves, bitches!” Josephin says while maniacally laughing.

Meanwhile, Vaggie breaks into the agency and slides into the vent with Loona, Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia behind her.

“We’re in...though there’s not many agents around here surprisingly,” Vaggie responds.

“Oh yeah, we killed them all last time,” Loona states nonchalantly. “There might be only a few guarding this place.”

“Hopefully they’re not trained in combat,” Fizz says.

“Oh, they are,” Loona responds.

“That’s not helping,” Fizz quips.

Cherri wraps her arms around Fizz. “Don’t worry, I’ll blow them up.”

They hear creaking sounds.

“What the fuck is that?” Vaggie utters in fear before seeing Charlie, Bella, Angel, and Nifty jump into the room with Stolas behind them. “Holy shit! Charlie! Bella!”

Charlie and Bella notices Vaggie with gasps.

“Vaggie!”

“Mama!!!” Bella cries with her croaked voice.

Vaggie hugs both Bella and Charlie, kissing their faces to say she misses them. “I miss you both so much!”

“We miss you too, sweetheart,” Charlie utters while cuddling her girlfriend.

Octavia gasps when she sees Stolas. “Dad!”

Stolas and Octavia run towards each other, transforming themselves back to their original forms as owls with red eyes. They hug each other tightly.

“I thought I lost you,” Octavia utters tearfully.

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Stolas responds while examining her face. “Are you hurt?”

Octavia shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Good,” Stolas responds softly.

Fizz jumps into Charlie’s arms. “Charlie! Thank God, you’re alive! How’s Ozzie?”

Charlie’s face distorts into a horror expression when asked about Ozzie. Remembering how Ozzie is tied down to the chair along with her father and Bee, getting their powers sucked out of them. She tries to form the words, but she doesn’t know how to tell Fizz.

“Charlie...is Ozzie okay?” Fizz asks almost desperately.

Charlie almost breaks down crying, comforted by Bella and Vaggie.

They hear footsteps coming to the front entrance.

“Shit, someone’s coming,” Vaggie utters in fear.

“Don’t worry, we can take them,” Loona responds.

“We still need to go after Blitz and Husk,” Cherri replies.

“Wait, Husk is here too?” Angel gasps in concern.

Stolas glances at Angel. “Angel, Nifty, you find Husk. Via and I will find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.” Stolas looks at Charlie, Loona, Vaggie, Bella, Cherri, and Fizz. “Can you handle them?”

“Yep, we can,” Charlie responds, her eyes turning red with white pupils, pushing her blue contact lenses out of her eyes and shakes the make-up off of her pale face.

“Good,” Stolas says and looks at his daughter. “C’mon, Via, I have a new lesson for you about your powers.”

“Ooh,” Octavia gasps in fascination as she goes with her father to find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.

“I’ll be back with Husky,” Angel responds with Nifty in the backpack, crawling through the vent.

“We’ll hold ‘em back for you, mate!” Cherri responds as the doors open, revealing more agents.

The agents charge at the group as the group left behind fights the agents off, leaving behind bloody messes.

~.~

Blitz struggles in his bond. “Fuck! We’re dead!”

Moxxie and Millie tries to get out of the ropes until Josephin laughs at their futile attempts.

“Soon enough, your whole existence will be broadcasted and people are going to believe us once and for all---”

The shadow hurries towards Josephin, possessing her.

“Uh, agent Josephin--” Jasper calls for his partner before seeing her head turn a 180 degree.

“Now, it’s your turn, Via.” Josephin speaks in Stolas’ voice.

“Uh, who--?” The shadow of Octavia possesses Jasper, struggling to control him.

“Dad, he’s a little hard to control,” Octavia says through Jasper’s voice.

“Don’t worry, he’ll succumb to your control eventually, my owlette,” Stolas responds while possessing Josephin.

It is then that Octavia manages to be in control of Jasper.

“Good,” Stolas replies in Josephin’s voice. “Now, watch this.”

Stolas, possessing Josephin, pushes the button. He controls her to come into the interrogation room, and Octavia follows suit of controlling Jasper into the room.

“What the fuck?” Blitz utters as he sees their ropes getting untied.

“Hello, Blitzy, miss me?” Stolas teases with Josephin’s voice, getting out of her body. Josephin’s body collapses on the floor, blacking out.

Blitz smiles in relief. “Stolas!” He leaps into Stolas’ arms. “Thank God, you’re alive!”

Octavia manages to phase out of Jasper’s body, letting him fall over and blacking out.

Moxxie and Millie stands up from their bounds.

“Where are the others?” Moxxie asks Stolas.

“Fighting the other agents at the front. Want to join them?” Stolas questions the imps.

“Oh hell yeah,” Blitz responds with a smirk at his tall boyfriend.

~.~

Husk and Angel chases each other through the fields, laughing together after Angel’s song.

“You have such a pretty voice,” Husk compliments.

“Why thank you, baby,” Angel replies.

“I want to stay like this forever,” Husk utters.

Angel smiles softly. “It can be.” He offers his hand again. “Take my hand and we can stay together like this forever. It can be whatever you want, baby.”

Husk is about to take Angel’s hand again until he hears the last sentence. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”

“It can be whatever you want, baby,” Angel repeats himself.

Husk backs away from Angel, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Shit...you’re not...you’re not real.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“None of this is real,” Husk says tearfully. “I know where we are now. We’re in my fantasy. It’s so goddamn obvious.”

Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Husk. Are you okay?”

“You’re not the real Angel. You’re just in my head,” Husk responds, backing away from Angel creeping closer. “This is not the Angel I know of. Someone who makes sex jokes all the time. Someone who pretends to like whisky, but really, he wants a fucking martini. Someone who vents about how much Valentino treats him like shit. The real Angel would only say that if he’s wearing a fucking mask so that he can please everyone else. But he would never be like that around me!”

Angel blinks in surprise at Husk’s words.

“I want the real Angel. The real Angel who’s not afraid to get bloody. The one who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. And I don’t mean that sexually. He’s the one who has grown more than what this dream shows. I want the real Angel back! I love that motherfucker!”

Husk gasps in realization, not aware that his surroundings are turning darker. “Holy shit.” He looks up at Angel, watching him almost torn apart. He sees tentacles taking over the environment. “Wait a minute. Angel isn’t the reason why I’m having these emotions. I mean, he’s part of it. My love...is the reason why these tentacles come up. Ever since we start opening up, there’s something pouring into me. Almost like all of these emotions are coming back to me the more I got closer to him.”

Husk feels the chain wrapped around his neck. “But I never got to tell him that at the mansion.” He starts tearing up, trembling. “What if he’s dead? Oh, God, no, Angel.”

He collapses on his knees, watching Angel disappearing into butterflies. “Oh, God, Angel. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Oh, God, please don’t die, Angel. Please, please.”

Husk starts sobbing in his dreams.

From the outside of the interrogation room, Husk is crying in his binds.

The agent blinks in confusion while eating popcorn. “Uh--” The agent is stabbed through the head by Nifty’s knife, causing him to fall back. The real Angel steps over his body.

“Nice one, Nifty,” Angel compliments before slamming the button to suck the gas out of the room. He opens the door and hurries to Husk, untying him.

“Husk, Husk, are you awake?” Angel questions urgently.

Husk flutters his eyes open, tears edging out of his eyes. “A-Angel?”

“Hey, Husky,” Angel replies while caressing Husk’s face to wipe away his tears.

“A-Angel?” Husk sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“For what, silly?” Angel questions.

“For not--for not telling you how I truly feel about you before you died. For not telling I love you before you’re gone,” Husk says while sobbing.

Angel blushes and looks at Husk in confusion. He glances at Nifty, who shrugs her shoulders. Then he darts his gaze back at Husk.

“Bitch, I’m still alive!” Angel shouts at Husk, attempting to snap him out of it.

Husk groans, rubbing his eyes. “W-What?”

Angel lifts Husk up on his back with his face over his shoulder. He extends his bottom set of arms to hold Husk’s legs. “C’mon, Whiskers, let’s get you out of here.”

As Angel strides out of the interrogation, Husk gasps in shock.

“Shit, you are the real Angel,” Husk responds.

“The one and only. Now let’s bust-a-move,” Angel says while Nifty follows after them.

~.~

Angel hurries to the front of the agency while carrying Husk on his back and Nifty following his trail. “We’re almost there!”

Angel finally arrives at the scene to see most of the agents dead with their friends standing over the bloodied bodies.

Blitz shoots the last human trying to get up and looks at Angel, Husk, and Nifty. “Oh shit, hey, we totally didn’t slaughter them.”

Charlie’s smile brightens to see Husk. “Husk! Are you okay?”

“The gas fucked up my brain,” Husk groans, resting his chin on Angel’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s get the fuck out of here--”

The doors locked, interrupting Blitz’s sentence.

“SHIT! Not again!” Blitz screeches in shock.

Josephin and Jasper approach the scene with their guns.

“You demons need to stand down--!”

The black spikes stab through Josephin and Jasper in the chests. They fall forward, revealing Alastor behind them. His grin is stuck on his face. Alastor steps forward in between two dead agents.

“You’re welcome,” Alastor responds with chuckle.

Charlie smiles in excitement.

“I thought I told you to stay at the camp,” Vaggie replies with a groan.

“I got bored,” Alastor responds. “Besides, we got a camp we can take over now.”

“Wait, really?” Moxxie asks.

“Yes,” Alastor answers. “Should we be heading back?”

“I guess,” Vaggie replies.

“Alright, let’s go!” Alastor determines, pushing the button to unlock the front doors.

~.~

The group are taking paths back to the camp, led by Alastor.

Vaggie looks to see Charlie holding her hand while Bella is on her back. She cuddles her head against Charlie’s, the two women showing affection towards each other.

Cherri notices Fizz staring into space, seeming to be deep in thought about something. She frowns to realize that he must be worrying about Ozzie. She places a hand on Fizz’s metal shoulder.

“It’s alright, mate. We’ll find a way back to get Ozzie,” Cherri comforts Fizz.

Fizz starts to tear up. “How are we going to save him?"

“I don't know,” Cherri says solemnly.

Angel holds Husk’s legs while looking over his shoulder to find Husk falling asleep on his shoulder. A soft smile corners his face as he pets Husk’s head with his top hand, hearing Husk purrs at the touch.

Angel blushes to hear Husk purring and chuckles lightly.

“You like that?” Angel asks seductively.

Husk snaps open his eyes. “What?”

“What?” Angel responds.

Husk blinks his eyes to find they are deep in the woods. “We should be almost there.”

“Yeah,” Angel replies, his face red.

Nifty, Loona, and Octavia walk with Blitzo, Stolas, Moxxie, and Millie.

“Boy, what a day,” Blitz ignites the conversation. “We nearly died today.”

“That’s nothing new, sir,” Moxxie responds.

“Yep,” Millie drones in agreement with her husband.

“I say that it’s been an exciting adventure. The princess of Hell has never been to the living world, so it’s fun to show her the new realm,” Stolas replies.

Octavia stays close to her father with a small smile on her face.

“Glad we don’t have to deal with those demon hunters again,” Loona brings up.

“There might be more in different cities,” Moxxie states logically.

“Well, for what is worth, we might never be bothered again by the humans,” Alastor replies.

The others reach the campsite, which appears to be a bloody crime scene without any detectives and police involve.

“What the fuck?!” Blitz shouts in shock.

Rosie appears with blood all over her dress while Eleanor and Sebastian are burying the dead bodies of teens and camp counselors. “Oh, hello, Al!”

“What the fuck is this?!” Blitz shouts at Alastor.

“I did say that I grew bored,” Alastor replies.

“We’re having dinner tonight!” Rosie announces as she holds up a pot of with blood and limbs inside.

“Ah, there’s food that will satisfy our stomachs,” Alastor responds with a smile.

Blitz glances up at Alastor. “That’s fucked up, man.”

Husk hops off of Angel’s back and walks away. “Eh, I’ll just go. I’m not hungry.”

Blitz sighs before getting out his phone. “That’s it, we’re ordering pizza.”

“Sir, there’s no connection out here,” Moxxie informs quick.

“Then I’ll make some connection!” Blitz responds while walking away to order some pizza.

“Aw, you’re going to hurt Eleanor's feelings,” Sebastian responds.

Nora comes out while noticing Bella. She gasps and hurries to her.

Bella hops off of Charlie’s back.

“BELLA!” Nora calls before flying into Bella, picking her up and spinning her around. “I didn’t think I’m going to see you again.”

Bella smiles and hugs Nora. “Me too.”

Nora breaks away from Bella when she hears her croaked voice. She puts her down on her feet. “Are you okay?”

Bella nods in reassurance, cornering small smile.

Nora blushes at the way she’s holding Bella and lets go. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Bella replies with a blush.

Vaggie notices the exchange between Bella and Nora, widening her eye in shock at Nora’s change of demeanor around her adopted daughter. Then a smirk comes on her face.

“Well, how about that?” Vaggie mutters to herself. She looks to see Charlie tearing up at their interaction.

“They’re so cute,” Charlie utters.

Vaggie pats on her girlfriend’s back. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”

Blitz comes back to the group. “Got the pizzas! Should be arriving in about a hour or so.”

“Wonderful,” Stolas cheers.

~.~

Husk sits by the lake, watching his reflection in the water. His ears twitch to hear the voices at the campsite interacting.

He hears footsteps approaching him. He turns to look up at Angel, who has a plate of two pieces of pepperoni pizza.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Angel replies, sitting on the shore next to Husk.

Husk takes a slice and nibbles on it. “Thanks.”

Angel smiles and nods as he eats his own slice. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Husk glances at the full moon reflecting in the water, gazing up only to see a few clouds drifting by. “Yeah, it is.”

They exchange glances at each other until they blush at the sight of each other. Then they face back at the horizon.

“So, what was up with that gas that made you think I’m dead?” Angel asks in curiosity.

“I thought you were for a while,” Husk responds. “Even before the gas.”

Angel frowns for a moment until he smiles. “Nope. Still alive and kicking. It’s going to take a lot more than bullets and beat-downs to kill me.”

“Please, don’t talk like that.”

Angel blinks in shock at Husk getting teary-eyed. “Oh, shit. You know I’m just flexing.”

“What if we get separated next time? What if those bastards kill you?” Husk questions, starting to get emotional. “What if Al hurts you?”

“Hey, hey, Al won’t hurt me--”

“He threatens to take your life at least twice!” Husk shouts, causing Angel to wince in surprise. He softens his gaze and sighs. “Shit. I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry. I don't know what's gotten over me lately. I'm sorry.”

Angel looks at the calm waters. After a brief moment of silence, he sighs. “Anthony.”

“What?”

“My real name is Anthony,” Angel responds. “Someone oughta know at some point.”

Husk is silent for a moment until he smiles softly. “Henry.”

Angel and Husk exchange gazes, scooting closer.

“I always wonder something, Henry.”

“Hm?”

“What were you like when you’re alive?”

Husk ponders for a moment and shrugs. “I was a lonely man and I died a lonely man. Gambling, drinking, and casinos are the only things I know in life. Never had relationships. Well, besides the ones who are just broads looking for cash by pretending to love and care about you. Eventually, you date enough of them to see right through them.”

“Shit, man,” Angel gasps.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a chuckle. Then he looks up at Angel. “So, how about you, Anthony? What were you like when you’re alive? Are you just as horny alive as you are dead?”

Angel huffs a laugh. “Yeah. You guessed it. Family didn’t like the fact that I preferred cocks, so they disowned me. And of course, human me is devastated that he hopes to escape by taking a street drug. And...that’s how I made it to Hell.”

Husk frowns. “I’m sorry.”

Angel waves his hand. “It’s a long time ago. Besides, I never thought I come back to the living world. I miss it when everything is not on fire.”

“You and me both,” Husk responds. “And demons are not running amuck killing other people.”

“And be exterminated by exterminators,” Angel adds.

“Can’t forget that.”

They look up at the stars.

“Were you lying?” Angel asks Husk.

“Lying? About what?”

“About you loving me.”

Husk softens his gaze at him and shakes his head. “No...I’ve been feeling it for a while.”

There is a brief silence with Angel widening his eyes in shock.

“But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. I’m just an old man anyway--”

"You know, age gaps haven’t stop me from hitting on someone before,” Angel says with a smirk. "Besides I think we're about the same age. I think. Don't quote me on that. But even with a thirty-year gap, I still would hit that."

Husk huffs a laugh. “Don’t make me summon the tentacles.”

“Ooh, are you going to use them on me, daddy~? It's still kinky.”

"Shut up." Husk chuckles.

Angel giggles for a moment and looks at Husk, noticing the way his eyes reflect the stars and the moon. He blushes at the sight as the soft music comes up. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing.

“Sometimes I question my own belonging.

When I see you everyday at the hotel, I feel like I’m flying.

You’re a loser, but hey, I’m a loser too.”

Husk huffs up a small laugh when Angel mentions that they’re both losers, which lets Angel continue singing.

“And I am lost, hoping you would be my star.

That will guide me into your arms.

But the hard reality is, we are both chained.”

Husk frowns while rubbing around his throat. Angel smiles and stands up, offering his two hands.

“I’m just a sex addict.

You’re just a gambler.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Husk takes Angel’s hands and is pulled up to dance with him. Angel gazes into Husk’s eyes as he continues to sing softly.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can love me for myself?

You’re a dream come true, a dream come true.

You are what I’ve been waiting for.”

Husk blushes at the words while he’s twirled around by one of Angel’s hands.

“It gets me high, it gets me fucking high.

You have brought a new side of me.”

Husk dances with Angel, listening to the music while he starts to sing after Angel.

“I thought I had no one to love, no one to care about me.

You came along and turned my world upside-down.”

Angel smiles softly at Husk with a blush while Husk continues to sing.

“But I thought it was all too good to be true, so easy to grasp.

And you would be crazy to fall for someone like me.”

Husk sweeps up Angel’s legs, carrying him up in a bridal style. He takes off, flapping his wings through the air as he sings to Angel.

“‘Cause I’m just a bartender.

You’re just an actor.

Our brokenness is what ties us together.”

Angel lets his hand touch the water, making a path of dispersing waves in his touch as Husk continues to sing.

“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe

That you can see someone to love in me.

You’re so lovely, you’re so lovely, baby.

You are the light in the dark.

You’re so heavenly, you’re so heavenly.

Can’t believe an angel like you brought out a new side of me!”

Husk flies up higher, disappearing in the clouds while both him and Angel starts singing together.

“And all I want is to be with you.

And all I want is to escape with you.

I can’t imagine my life without you.

Is it possible to break these chains?”

Angel croons in concern for Husk.

“Is it possible?”

Husk responds with a singing voice.

“I don’t know.”

Angel and Husk sings finally together.

“Tell me is it possible!”

Husk and Angel starts to dance in the skies, with the full moon behind them. Then they start singing together.

“We’re just losers, baby!

We’re just freaks!

But that’s what connects us, baby!

Oh, was it foolish for us to believe

That we can enter paradise like this?

When you’re here, baby, it’s crystal clear!

We are where we are meant to be!

You’re so wonderful, so wonderful, baby!

You bring out the best in me!

Oh, it’s heavenly, it’s heavenly!

Our new sides are changed forever

‘Cause now I see you.”

Husk holds Angel as he flaps his wings to keep himself in the air. Angel holds his waist with his bottom set of arms. The music has grown soft, letting the two sing together.

“Now that I see you.”

Angel caresses Husk’s fluffy cheeks. Husk leans forward and kisses Angel softly on the lips. Angel gasps into the soft tender kiss and melts into instantly.

They both pull away, their half-lidded eyes stare at each other’s lips temporarily until their eyes move into their eyes.

Husk blushes all the sudden. “Shit. I didn’t even ask if you want to kiss!”

Angel snorts. “Pfft, Husk--”

“I didn’t mean to lean forward so suddenly. Was that too much or was that--?”

“Husk,” Angel calls, stopping Husk from speaking. “I appreciate that you’re concerned about my consent, but isn’t that a little too much?”

“M-Maybe,” Husk responds.

Angel strokes Husk’s fur on his cheeks. “I love ya, Husky.”

Husk smiles dumbly. “I love you too.”

They both glance at their lips again.

“Wanna go for one more for the night?” Angel asks him.

Husk nods.

They lean forward and kiss again, not too passionate but more domestic. They break away this time, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Husk flicks his ears. “Uh, how was that? Not too much?”

Angel snorts. “Not at all. I’ll tell you when it is.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

Husk smiles softly at Angel.

“Let’s get back down before the others worry about us,” Angel suggests.

“Yeah,” Husk responds with a soft dumb smile.

Husk flies both him and Angel back down to the shore where they just were. However, they widen their eyes in shock when they see the others gazing at them with adoring eyes.

“YAY! YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER!” Charlie cheers for them.

“Nice,” Vaggie replies with a thumbs.

“Too bad you guys are far away when you guys kissed,” Cherri responds.

“I GOT IT ON VIDEO!” Fizz shouts while taking out his phone.

“YES!!!” Cherri responds.

Blitz sniffles while wiping tears away from his eyes. “Fuck, you bitches are gay. Good for you. Good for you.”

Stolas laughs softly. “Congratulations.”

Both Husk and Angel blush madly.

“Uh, thanks,” Husk utters in confusion.

“Now, now, we got enough of sight-seeing, let’s get everyone to bed,” Rosie responds with a soft smile at Husk and Angel.

Everyone groans except for Stolas and Alastor. As they watch everyone going into the cabins to go to bed, Angel looks at Husk to notice the way Alastor stares at him like he’s threatening Husk. Angel nudges Husk softly, getting him to look up at his lover.

“I’ll be okay, Husky,” Angel reassures Husk.

Husk smiles softly, holding one of Angel’s hands.

“Now, why don’t we head to bed? I’m sure there’s one calling my name,” Angel replies. “Unless you want to share it?”

Husk blushes. “Uh, as long as we don’t go further than sharing a bed.”

“Don’t worry, baby. It won’t.”

“Good.”

As they are walking back to camp to find a cabin for them, Angel looks at his lover. “So, little spoon or big spoon?”

“That’s not a sexual question, is it?”

“Nope.”

“...The little spoon.”

“Ah, I figured.”

To Be Continued...