𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 | husk x reader

𝟏𝟓 | 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬

"So... does this mean you're free tomorrow?" I lifted my head and met his eyes, and though we made eye contact, he soon broke it off to look at the shot glass he was cleaning.

"Why are you asking, hm?" I asked, playfulness coating my voice. I tilted my head to be able to look at his face from an angle.

He mumbled something under his breath and sighed, his head rose so I could see him furrowing his eyebrows.

"I just thought we could go somewhere, together, if you're not busy already. Your work hours kept you away from the hotel for dinner, so..." My smile got bigger and bigger as he kept talking. He looked at me smiling and paused, rolling his eyes.

"I don't think I understand what you're trying to say." I pouted, scratching my head sarcastically. I knew where he was going with this, but I've never seen him nervous so I wanted to tease him some more.

"I want to take you out to dinner, the two of us." He looked away again, avoiding my eyes. "And we can get drinks after, or something..." His voice was getting quieter and more unsure, his ears dropping a bit.

"Of course! I'd love to go get dinner with you, dummy." I pet his head across the bar, giggling.

As the words left my lips I couldn't help but study his expression. I never expected to see Husk looking so nervous, since he was usually quick to answer with a sarcastic or bored remark, quickly brushing others off because he doesn't care to interact with them. I think out of everyone in the hotel, we have grown to be quite close, and I really enjoyed his company. I felt comfortable with him, like I could say or do anything I would like and it wouldn't feel awkward.

HUSK POV.

I lifted my head, her answer making me feel excited, something that I haven't felt in years. Still uncertain, though, I stayed quiet. Did I really just ask this girl out on a date? And did she really just agree?

I was never one to get attached to people easily, or even tolerate their presence in the first place. But, this girl feels completely different than anyone I met before. Instead of avoiding her I want to get closer to her, get to know her.

I want to know her story, her interests, her values. I want to be the one she goes to when she needs a person to talk to, the shoulder she cries on, someone who can cheer her up. But why am I so invested in her?

She just showed up one day, yelling at me and just trying to avoid me as much as she can. And now she's the only thing I think about. I sit behind the bar thinking of some clever line to say to just hear her laugh. I feel happy simply listening to her talk, watching her ramble about nothing and everything at the same time when she's drunk. Listening to her heartbeat while she runs her fingers through my fur.

"What should I wear? Should we match? That would be co cute!"

As I watch the girl think about an outfit she can wear tomorrow, I can't help but feel unsure. Does she feel the same way I do? Do I comfort her? Do I make her feel warm inside like she does to me?

The uncertainty hangs in the air, like a delicate balance between hope and fear. I find myself questioning not only her feelings but my own as well. Why does the idea of her not being as invested in this as I am bother me so much? It's not just about the date or the potential for something more; it's about the vulnerability I suddenly feel, a vulnerability I've managed to avoid for so long.

Perhaps it's the way she effortlessly broke down the walls I've spent years building. I never anticipated that someone could make me question my own emotions, let alone bring about the desire to connect on a deeper level

What is going on with me?

[Y.N] POV.

After the invitation Husk told me that he's going out to gamble tonight, so he'll probably be home late and won't be able to, and I quote: "you know... come over." After he left I hung around the lobby, scrolling on my phone which was mostly filled with the VoxTek fire news. But, I gathered from multiple sources that Vox rebuilt everything pretty fast, having backup equipment, a lot of people 'willing' to work overtime, and the support of the two other V's, of course.

I heard someone walking towards me, and I lifted my head to watch Angel Dust happily strut and lay down on one of the couches. I lifted my eyebrow, he normally comes home groaning and complaining about his job.

"You seem to be in a good mood, did something special happen today?" I ask, putting my phone down.

He nodded. "I could go home early because some dumbass started a fire at Vox's side, Val had to go and help put everything out so I was free to leave." He pulled out his phone, taking a selfie and then typing something.

"You're welcome." I giggled, he kept typing on his phone until the sounds stopped. He snapped his head towards me.

"What? It was you!?" He yelled and I tried shushing him.

"Yes." I whispered. "But you better not tell anybody because I'll make sure you're double dead." He took my words in and soon after started laughing, I joined him but still tried to keep him quiet, shushing him but laughing loudly myself.

After he asked why, I explained the entire situation with Stella, and how I made a deal with Alastor with this being my part of the deal.

"Why did you want to get rid of her in the first place? Wasn't she like a good friend of yours?" He asked, sitting up straight.

I sighed. "Eh, not really, she was even more annoying than when I knew her back when I was alive. And she was getting all touchy with Husk... I didn't want to make him uncomfortable and I knew she wouldn't just leave, because Charlie offered her a room here."

He squinted his eyes, looking at me with a look that read that he figured everything out, with a hint of suspicion.

"On another note, can you help me pick an outfit for tomorrow? I'm going on a date."

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HE BLEW HIS SHOT LIKE THE COCKS IN HIS MOUTH

2nd chapter today as promised, I hope you guys enjoy this one :)