Huskerdust Oneshots

Bad Day

An exasperated Angel Dust plopped down on the bar stool at one AM in front of his favorite bar tender and sighed deeply as he dramatically threw his head down into his arms.

"Ugh! Hit me with the hard shit, Husky," Angel groaned tiredly from his extra long shift at the studio. Val had been extra pissed today so he had decided to keep him later than agreed upon, then again, it was never really an agreement if the man owns your soul.

"Shit day, Anthony?" Husk said, smiling sadly towards his boyfriend, knowing he'd appreciate the use of his real name. He knew all about the crap Angel put up with that bald son of a bitch, Valentino, and it pissed him off. Angel often went on drunk rants after long work days and usually ended up getting pretty emotional, at which point Husk had to drag him up the stairs and to his room.

"Yeah, Val was being a pain in the ass," he responded glumly, lifting his head slightly to face Husk. Which was when Husk noticed a swollen spot by his eye which would end up eventually starting to bruise.

"Lemme get the first aid kit," he sighed after passing Angel a drink and began to walk off around the bar.

"No, I- I'm fine," he tried to smile to sell it, but Husk had been through this enough times to know that this was fake shit. Husk hated that Angel felt like he had to hide what wasn't perfect in his eyes, but Husk loved it, he loved everything about him.

"Anthony, baby, c'mere." He walked over to his lover and took all four of his hands in his and pulled him into an embrace. 

Angel buried his head in the crook of Husk's neck and mumbled, "What's this all about, Husky?"

"I love you, Legs," Husk said softly into Angel's ear when he suddenly heard stifled sniffs and felt something damp in his fur. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He continued to cry quietly for another moment, holding on tight to his partner, before finally being able to speak. "It was a really shit day," he muttered and Husk could feel his warm breath down his back.

"I know," Husk responded as he lifted Angel - whose head was still hidden in his neck - up and took him up the stairs. "Jesus fucking Christ, Anthony, you're heavy."

"And you're short," Angel hummed into Husk's fur, readjusting a tighter grip around his neck.

"I don't care how cute you are, I will drop you," he warned, loosening his grip on Angel teasingly.

"Aw, you think I'm cute?"

"Shut up."

They got to Angel's room and Husk laid him down gently on his fluffy, pink bed and sat down on the side of it, pulling the cover over him. Fat Nuggets rushed over and curled up next to him, nudging aggressively for pets. Husk began to stroke his hands through Angel's soft, white hair.  Husk slid in close to him and pulled him onto his chest, and Angel snuggled close, listening to the rise and fall of Husk's chest.

"hmm... this is nice," Angel hummed into Husk's fur, "I love you."

"Love you too, Anthony. Are you going to be alright? You wanna talk about it?"

Angel paused and sniffed before nodding his head and squeezing his arms around Husk. If it were anyone else he would have said no, if it wasn't Husk he would still be getting drunk at the bar. Husk was the first person to see through his act, and the first one Angel had ever really shown his true, vulnerable self. It meant all of the world -no- all of Hell to him.

"It was Valentino, as always. I can't take a five fucking minute break without him flying off the handles. You know what he's like when he gets pissed, and he can't actually control his fucking anger, so who does he take it out on?" Angel sighed. "And I'm used to it, but the feeling it leaves behind... every time it makes me feel even more foolish to think that I ever let him convince me into selling my soul."

"Yeah, that was pretty stupid."

"Wow thanks a lot jackass."

"Hey, but we're in this together, right? Losers." Husk nudged him with his elbow and went back to running his fingers through Angel's hair.

"Yeah... I'm sorry for breaking down like that I just can't keep it up any longer,  it gets so hard and-"

"You don't have to apologize, it's okay. If you need anything, I'm gonna be here."

Angel laid there, in his lovers arms, ready to cry again, but not because he couldn't take it. It was because he knew that he didn't deserve this, but Husk still loved him. That man still loved all of Angel's broken, fucked up self, and he loved him too.

(Sorry that this one was a bit shorter, I literally just started writing and I'm already struggling with time management. But anyways, thank you so much for reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day/night, and please let me know if there is anything I can do to make this story better.)