I Swear It- A Masky x Hoodie

Chapter 8: Morning After

~Hoodie's P.O.V.~

I woke up the next morning with arms around me and I was about to slap whoever it was until I realized it was Masky. I smiled. The events of the previous night were so vivid yet vague in my mind. Everything was too perfect for words. I laid there, thinking about his smile when my absolute favourite song came on! Oh my fuck!

I like you. Girl, you don't got nothin' to prove to me... I know that times have been rough for the both of us but I'll pray for a change ... You see this world has lots to offer but in time it will go dark and if this love is what we say it is; I'm sure we will go far... And with a girl as sweet as you... There's not much else I can do but fall for you...

I felt my heart start to flutter and I grinned. I love this song so much. I slowly scooted over to where I could look at the bedside clock.

7:38 a.m.

I sighed, happy because I get to spend at least twenty more minutes in his arms. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and felt him twitch.

"Hoodie..." He groaned, holding me tighter. I jumped at the sudden pressure but loved it nonetheless. I giggled and held him closer as well, taking in his scent. He still smelled faintly like vanilla but all traces of lavender were replaced with the smell of fabric softener.

"G-Good morning, Masky." I cooed.

"Mornin' Hoods..." He mumbled sleepily.

I assume he didn't want to get up but we had to sooner or later. I grabbed his boxers and snapped the waist band, giggling.

"Oww! What was that for?" He asked, shooting up and looking surprised.

"We g-gotta get up soon," I said softly, stroking his cheek.

"You have such soft hands," He answered back, leaning into my hand. I smiled and placed a kiss on his nose.

"You're s-so perfect," I told him lovingly, giving him an eskimo kiss.

"Mmm... No you are. C'mon, Dove. We need to be all couple-ish and get dressed together," He chuckled as he hugged me. I tilted my head.

"D-dove?"

"Yes... You're 'Dove' and I'm 'Crow'. Unless you want something different for your pet name?" He questioned, looking down at me slightly.

"Of c-course not. I love it,"

"And I love you. Now shut up and put your pants on," The brown-eyed proxy said, jokingly. I groaned and got up, grabbing a pair of jeans and Masky's hoodie.

"C-can I wear this? It smells like you..." I said, breathing in deeply.

"Yes, Dove. As long as I can wear this," He said, motioning for my jacket.

"Sure... I d-don't mind."

"You better not," He chuckled as he slipped it over his head. I went over to him and hugged his waist, touching my lips to his nose again.

"I love your kisses," He giggled cutely. I love his laugh so much... I really loved this. Every bit of this is more perfect than I could have even dreamed. This is almost exactly as I had thought of it; Waking up in the morning, cuddling, and calling each other pet names and kisses.

"Wait... what ab-about the others? What if-if they... are h-homophobic..." I questioned, looking at him seriously. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many names I'd be called, let alone Masky. Homosexual slurs and painful taunts rang through my head and I was about to cry, despite being around my favourite person.