Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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Y/n was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, engrossed in the latest episode of a new Netflix reality series. The show featured two impossibly attractive contestants who were effortlessly charming, their flirtations and antics drawing Y/n in like a moth to a flame. She sighed, momentarily forgetting the chaos of her life, when suddenly, her husband, Angel Dust, burst into the living room with his usual flair.
"Hey, babe! Got a joke for you!" Angel exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, two men were watching porn in math class when—"
Y/n cut him off, exasperated. "Angel, not again! You tell that joke every time you come in here!"
Angel's face fell slightly, the playful glint in his eyes dimming as he turned away. "Fine," he muttered, sulking out of the room. Y/n felt a pang of guilt but was too tired to dwell on it. She returned her focus to the screen, unaware of the storm brewing within her husband.
A short while later, Angel found himself at a café with Blitzø, his best friend. "I swear, Y/n doesn't even look at me anymore," he confessed, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. "It's like I'm just... not interesting to her anymore."
Blitzø raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's going on, Angel?"
Before Angel could respond, he spotted Husk at a nearby table, pouring vodka into his tea. "Hey, I know that guy! We were at the Hazbin Hotel together!" he exclaimed, a grin creeping onto his face. "But, uh, things got a little wild, if you know what I mean."
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Blitzø leaned in, curiosity piqued. "Oh yeah? What was sex with him like?"
Angel waved his hands dramatically. "No, no! We were really just hanging out! The rest is just my fantasy!"
Husk glanced over, catching Angel's eye. A smirk danced on his lips as he approached their table, the conversation shifting gears. "What's up, Angel? Still dreaming about those wild nights?"
Angel laughed, feeling a flutter in his chest. He was still undeniably drawn to Husk, a fact he couldn't ignore. "Hey, want to join us for dinner tonight?"
Meanwhile, back at home, Angel was a bundle of nerves, pacing the kitchen. Y/n watched him with concern. "You need to calm down. You're way too anxious."
