Honeytang - HONEYTANG

We need to tell him GENTLY

"Who gave pickle a kitten??"

"He found it - and well... he seems quite happy to have it..."

Im back from the dead, i was sick, in artblock, and brun out from college. But I OFFER Y'ALL PICKLE WITH A KITTEN, CAUSE IT MAKES ME HAPPY :DD

Group hug! 🫂💛

Remember to hug your friends. They have no obligation or tie to you, yet they still stick around - now that's a bond to treasure.

🌶️ Yandere Baki Short Stories: Longing (Part 1) 🌶️

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Physical Therapist Afab Reader

As requested by Monster Anon

3.3 k words

Pink Camellias symbolize longing

Minors DNI

Trigger Warning: Yandere behavior, male masturbation, one sided pinning, and breeding kink (mention)

Katsumi laid in his hospital bed, his body shifted under the covers in nervousness. His hand held the bandaged nub that was left of his right arm.

“Mister Orochi?” Katsumi perked up when he heard his surname, his dark eyes widened when he saw a cute young woman in the door way. A bright smile on her lips when their eyes met. “My name is (your full name). I’m going to be your physical therapist.”

Katsumi couldn’t breathe, he was so enchanted by her… did he just develop an instant crush? No… that was unprofessional. He didn’t have time for a relationship when he had to focus on karate…

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Katsumi Orochi.” Katsumi smiled at her, his palm a bit sweaty in his nervousness. Why did she have to be so attractive?

“Let’s get to work, shall we?” And with that simple sentence, she unknowingly solidified her place in Katsumi’s life.

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“So Katou and I decided to get you a little something.” Katsumi’s friend, Atsushi Suedou, held out a gift bag to him. His best friend, Kiyosumi Katou, snickered and bumped his elbow into Suedou. Katsumi immediately knew this was a gag gift.

“I feel like this is something gross and I’m not sure if I should open it…” Katsumi sighed but Suedou reassured him.

“I mean it is but at the same time… you lost your right arm, dude.”

Katsumi peaked in the bag and immediately turned a bright, cherry red. He couldn’t believe what they had gotten him…

“You guys got me a flesh light?!” Katsumi hissed quietly which only made Katou cackle. Katsumi felt his whole body flush in embarrassment. “What is wrong with you-“

“And lube-“ Suedou put his hand over Katou’s mouth but Katou pushed it away.

“Katsumi, I’ve seen that cute little therapist you eye.” Suedou sighed while Katou tried to cover his mouth to silence his snickers. “You probably have a hell of a time-“

“You have blue balls all the time so we decided to get you a little something since you’re too much of a pussy to ask her out.” Katou cut off Suedou. “Seriously, dude. Just ask her out already.”

Katsumi grabbed one of his pillows off his hospital bed and threw it at Katou. “Get out! Both of you!”

Katou only continued to laugh as him and Suedou exited. But Katou made sure to get one last word in.

“God you’re such a virgin-“ Katou’s face was only met with yet another pillow.

A flustered Katsumi breathed heavily, the karateka held his cheeks in his palm to try to calm himself. They didn’t have to call him out like that…

Wasn’t a man allowed to wait to sleep with someone unless he was in love with them?

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Now Katsumi was much more capable than what he lead onto (your name), but he couldn’t bear to not have her near him anymore if he was discharged from therapy. The last two months, he’s grown extremely attached to her… he wasn’t used to such care and he didn’t ever want her to leave. Even if he was just a patient in her eyes, he didn’t see it that way.

Katsumi really liked her… he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Katsumi was tempted more and more to ask her out but he was afraid… he was afraid she’d turn him down.

“I have no idea why you insist on wearing these flannels… there’s so many buttons, Katsumi.” Katsumi shivered when his name fell from her pretty lips. He was finally able to get her to drop the formalities and just call him by his first name. It only served as more fuel for his rampant fantasies of her.

Katsumi blushed when (your name)’s body leaned forward slightly to button all the buttons for him. Her soft fingers brushed against his clothes chest and… he could see her chest from this angle… he just hoped she didn’t look down at the strained erection in his pants. Hell would break loose then. (Your name) did things to him he never thought anyone would have the power to do.

She made his body ache for her. He so badly wanted to press her against the wall and-

“There.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi once she finished up the final button. The action snapped Katsumi from his salacious fantasies. A victorious smile on her soft lips. “All done. You should be good to go now-“

(Your name) nearly fell over when she tried to rise up too fast but Katsumi was able to pull her to him with his left arm. A bright blush on both of their faces from the proximity of their bodies. All Katsumi had to do was lean forward and claim those soft looking lips…

(Your name) quickly sat up and cleared her throat. “Sorry, Katsumi. I forget how clumsy I am sometimes.”

“I just saved you from some bruises. I wish you’d be more careful.” Katsumi grinned to try to hide the disappointment. He wondered what it would take for her to finally fall for him…

“You worry too much.” (Your name) giggled, the sound made Katsumi’s heart race. Couldn’t she see his love for her? He thought he was quite obvious in his pursuit for her hand… “You’ll get wrinkles if you keep furrowing your brow like that.”

(Your name) was going to kill Katsumi if she kept this up. He was going to explode if he didn’t get her to be his girlfriend soon.

(Your name) glanced at her watch and frowned. “Looks like I have to go to my next patient. Thanks for today, Katsumi. We’ll work on buttons more, okay?”

Katsumi frowned, he didn’t want her to leave… he hated whenever she left his side. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Of course!” (Your name) laughs. “See you around, Katsumi!”

Katsumi waved good bye, his hand then clutched his chest to try to calm his frantic heart. She just didn’t know the power she had over him…

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Katsumi laid on his bed, his left hand covered his eyes. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She was always on his mind when he was awake and she was always in his dreams when he was asleep. She was inescapable.

Katsumi sat up and snatched his phone up. (Your name)’s smiling face was set as his home screen, a photo he had snagged in secret during their appointments. His thumb lovingly traced over her pretty face.

Katsumi then brought the phone up to his lips to kiss her digital face. This wasn’t enough anymore… he needed more.

Perhaps he should try to get her to become his personal care taker? That way he’d have someone to help cook, clean, bathe, and dress him?

Katsumi blushed at the thought of her seeing him naked. Would she be impressed? He’s been told he has a nice body a few times by his peers… he wondered if she’d think the same…

Katsumi smiled. Yes… he’d pay her triple her pay to take care of him.

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“You want me to take care of you?” (Your name) repeated softly, which made Katsumi blush.

“I have a hard time doing day to day tasks without my dominant arm and I trust you…” Katsumi whispered, his eyes shyly glanced at his feet. “I’ll pay you handsomely to be a live in caretaker-“

Katsumi’s face erupted in crimson when (your name) suddenly grabbed his left hand. His breath hitched at the soft expression on her face. Her hand was so soft and so much smaller than his… oh god. Oh god they were touching. Was he going to die? He’s always dreamed of being touched by her-

“Katsumi… I had no idea you were having a hard time! Of course I’ll help you.” (Your name) gave Katsumi’s hand a reassuring squeeze, which snapped him to his senses. There he went again into his fantasies. He needed to get a grip. “I want you to be close to normal again. I care about you, you know.”

Katsumi smiled softly, his heart fluttered. She cared about him? God… maybe they’d finally start to date with time?

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Katsumi adored having (your name) live with him. She helped him cook and clean, it was like she was his wife- he did it again! He got ahead of himself.

“Here, Katsumi. I made you some breakfast since you’re not the best at cooking.” (Your name) teased Katsumi as she set a plate of eggs and potatoes in front of him. “You should have told me you had no cooking skills prior.”

Katsumi blushed at her teasing. The young man nervously bounced his leg at the table. He adored her cooking.

(Your name) simply gave him a cute smile and gave him a playful pat on the shoulder. “It’s not a bad thing. I can teach you the basics.”

Katsumi nodded his head and took a bite. He nearly melted at the delicious flavors that hit his tongue. It was so simple but so delicious. He wondered what else tasted good on her- he was being a pervert again. God, he felt gross whenever his mind wandered to thoughts like that.

“Thank you so much for the meal. I appreciate it.” Katsumi smiled at (your name) who beamed at him, his heart nearly exploded at the sight. Why did she have to be so pretty?

“You have to go teach karate at Shinshinkai in a bit, right?” (Your name) asked Katsumi who flushed a bit. She’s only been here a few days and she already knew his schedule? He was so flattered.

“Yes I do. I teach some kindergarteners this morning since it’s Saturday.” Katsumi was shocked to see (your name)’s eyes light up.

“Really? They must be so cute…” (Your name) smiled softly, Katsumi’s eyes wide at the soft expression on her face. Did she like kids?

“Very. I have an especially ornery student but they’re all eager to learn.” Katsumi felt himself puff his chest out in pride. “I teach all ages. The toddlers are even spunkier.”

“Toddlers? My goodness… you get to be around tiny feet and hands all day.” (Your name) giggled, Katsumi felt himself soften into putty. She must really like kids… it made him like her even more, if that was possible.

“Do you want kids, (your name)?” Katsumi softly asked, his eyes darkened at her bright blush.

“One day. I still haven’t met mister right.” (Your name) chuckled nervously, Katsumi felt his breathing stop for a moment. She was single…she was single and so was he… this was perfect. “I’m quite busy with work so I haven’t had time to date.”

“I’m quite busy with karate and filling into my father’s footsteps. So I can understand.” Katsumi felt himself swell with pride at her shy expression. He wondered if she was still pure like he was- he needed to get his head out of the gutter.

“You have a lot going on for you, Katsumi.” (Your name) smiled at him. “You’re a pretty nice guy. Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

Katsumi blushed at the compliments, his eyes glanced at her bubbly visage. Yes… he’d be sure to be hers. Katsumi won’t settle for anyone else.

“You think so?”

“I know so.” If she opened her eyes, she’d see the determined expression on the man’s face and the obsession that festered behind his eyes.

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(Your name) made her way into Shinshinkai. That goofball, Katsumi had forgotten his lunch! So she came down to bring it to him…

The young woman politely took off her shoes and entered the dojo. A tall, muscular man with brown hair quickly greeted her.

“Hey! Are you here for Katsumi?” Suedou asked (your name), the karateka did his best not to show her how jittery he was. Katsumi has a girl here for him… that lucky dog.

“Yes. He forgot his lunch.” If Suedou could float, he would. He was so proud of Katsumi… he’d have to congratulate his friend on such a catch.

“I’ll take you right to him.” Suedou lead (your name) down the hall and into the room where Katsumi was teaching. (Your name) blushed at the cute little kids who practiced inside. Their little hands flailed around as they tried to copy Katsumi’s move movements. Oh goodness this was too cute for her heart to handle.

Suedou smiled and quickly scurried off so he didn’t ruin the moment. He couldn’t wait to tell Katou.

“Hey, no interruptions-“ Katsumi glanced over at the door way in surprise when he realized it was (your name). A neatly wrapped lunch box in her hand. Katsumi told his students to take a break.

He then made his way towards (your name) with a bright smile.

“(Your name)? What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your lunch, silly.” (Your name) beamed and handed Katsumi his lunch box. The karateka blushed as he took the bundle from her hands. She was so sweet… he was so lucky.

“I guess I was in such a rush that I forgot… thank you. I’d be kind of hangry today if you didn’t come.” Katsumi blushed. A lightbulb then went off in his head. “Say… would you like to watch me teach a class?”

Say yes. Say yes. Katsumi’s mind repeated while his eyes studied her face. He anxiously waited for her reply and almost did a flip when she smiled at him.

“I’d love to.” Katsumi quickly lead her over to a bench and knocked his personal belongings onto the floor so she could sit down. (Your name) did her best to contain a laugh from how cute Katsumi was.

“Here you go, malady-“

(Your name) giggled at Katsumi, the man turned a bright red. “Was it something I said-“

“You’re so cute, Katsumi.” (Your name) smiled brightly at Katsumi. The man cleared his throat and turned away from her.

“I… I have a class to teach.” Katsumi then turned around to continue his lesson. (Your name) giggled at how red his ears were. She’d have to tease him more… he was seriously the cutest.

When the class came to a close, one of the kids quickly toddled over to their things only to tumble over with a loud thump. Loud wails soon followed, which made (your name) run over to the little boy.

“Hey… it’s okay.” (Your name) shushed the kid who crawled into her open arms to be comforted. “Let’s see the damage.”

She rolled up the boy’s pants to reveal a small bruise. (Your name) pressed her lips to her pointer and middle finger and then pressed it to the bruise.

“There. I kissed it better so it won’t hurt now.” (Your name) smiled at the kid who was now starry eyed. His little hands held hers, as he blushed. “Does it hurt now?”

The kid shook his head no while (your name) stood up to help him gather his things.

Katsumi stood at the head of the classroom. His hand shoved in the front pocket of his pants to hide the massive and most confused boner he’s ever had. It was so embarrassing…

(Your name) was so good with kids… she was so perfect with them. It made his mind race at the thought of how she’d be with kids of her own… of kids her and Katsumi could have together.

Katsumi could picture it. He could picture marriage and children with her. The perfect domestic life with a beautiful, sweet woman like her. It was what he wanted now.

Katsumi continued to watch (your name) interact with the kids while he helped them clean up from his side of the classroom.

(Your name) was going to be his.

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Katsumi locked his bedroom door to prevent (your name) from coming into his room. He was so pent up, he was going insane.

Katsumi couldn’t take this torture. He wanted to pull her into his arms and inhale her scent. He wanted to press his lips on every part of her skin. He wanted to bend her over his mattress in a mating press and breed her. It made him sick with himself. He felt physically ill from the salacious thoughts that ran through his mind everyday.

Katsumi opened his closet and snatched up the gift bag Suedou and Katou had gotten him weeks ago. His hand fumbled to open up the flesh light box but he finally got it open. The karateka threw the toy onto his bed and made quick work on the lube.

He needed to do this or he was afraid he’d fall off the deep end. He didn’t want to come off as a creep but his balls were so blue that he felt as if he’d explode at any second and the last thing he wanted to do was cream his pants in front of her.

Katsumi squirted the water based lube into the toy and placed the closed bottle in the drawer of his night stand. His hand struggled to untie his pants but he was able to finally free himself from the constraints of his pants.

His erection stood proud, a bit of precum leaked from the tip from how eager he was for release. It’s been a long time since he’s masturbated, but he still wasn’t used to using his left hand.

Katsumi sat on the edge of his mattress. Okay… he could do this.

Katsumi sucked in a deep breath and picked up the sex toy. He lined himself up to the toy’s entrance. He closed his eyes as he lowered the toy down on his thick shaft.

Katsumi felt his eyes roll back at the tight sensation, his breath hitched a bit. Fuck… he wondered if (your name) was tight… he bet she was warm and welcoming… if she’d feel so full with him inside her.

Katsumi started to let his fantasies run rampant as he bucked his hips into the toy. He began to imagine (your name) on top of him as he slapped his heavy balls against her pert bottom. Of her head thrown back as she moaned his name. Of her hands holding his shoulders as he pounded into her like an animal.

Katsumi began to go faster, the bed creaked a bit underneath him. He started to imagine her stomach round and full with his baby. Of her tits swollen with milk and a beautiful ring on her finger as she rode her husband’s cock. His cock.

Katsumi thrusted like a mad man, he bit his lip to silence his moans and whimpers. He didn’t want to be caught doing such an explicit thing… such a perverted act while (your name) slept in the room next door.

Katsumi could clearly picture her as the mother of his children and of her being his beautiful, blushing bride. Of her being his and all his to pump every single load of his baby batter into day and night.

“(Y-your name)!” Katsumi came with a strangled cry and a soft whimper. His toes curled into the carpet as he emptied his balls into the toy. He never came so hard in his life… he fell back on the bed with a soft thump. Sweat pooled down his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. A bit of his cum leaked down from the toy and onto his stomach.

Katsumi shivered as he rose up from the bed to clean up the mess he made. He hated how disgusting he felt once his post nut clarity hit but he was glad he got it out of the way… he felt a lot better.

Katsumi fixed himself up and softly smiled to himself. What he wouldn’t do for all of it to be real…

For him to finally obtain the object of his desires. To be with his precious (Your name).

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HES SO HANDSOME WHAT THE HELL?!

(credits to e0308r!!)

Yandere Baki Series:

Sunset Seeker

Yandere Jack Hanma x Fem Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, uncomfortable encounter, etc.

Kindness. Compassion. Love. Those three were foreign emotions to Jack Hanma. A difficult conundrum to the blonde warrior… especially because he finally experienced those emotions through his nurse, (your name).

She was soft and sweet. The kind of girl any guy would want to be with, maybe that was what drew Jack in… like a moth to her flame.

Jack was drawn to (your name) to an unnatural degree. He knew there was no way she’d pick him out from the two… he was too boorish. He could not compete with the luxuries Hanayama had or the warmth Katsumi could give her. He was not warm like the morning sun or relaxing like the midnight moon, no. Jack was the sunset.

A time where the day had ended and night began. A fleeting existence that few appreciated as they retired for the day or prepared to go out after dusk.

Jack ran a hand through his buzzcut and sighed. He couldn’t be distracted by these feelings, he had a goal to fulfill…

And yet Jack found himself on the doorstep of (your name)’s home. His large body looked completely out of place near the quaint home. The same way he felt whenever he was near (your name).

Jack stuck his face in his hands and sighed. What was he doing? This was all so-

Jack was surprised to see (your name) stand in front of him with her keys in her hand. Her eyebrow was quirked and her face held a perplexed expression.

“Jack? What brings you to my humble abode?” (Your name) softly asked the grumpy giant.

“…” Jack sat there for a minute before he sighed. “I just wanted to see you.”

(Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion. Jack wanted to see her? She thought he disliked her… “Did someone finally knock the last bit of sense out of you? Do you have a concussion?”

Jack shook his head and loudly sighed. Of course she wouldn’t if understand. Jack, himself, didn’t understand his desire to see her either. “No… I-I.”

Jack clenched his fists as he tried to search for the words. He was a man of very few and this was far more stressful than he had imagined it would be.

“I saw you and Katsumi.” Jack’s voice was so quiet, she almost didn’t hear him. “I’m jealous.”

Someone might as well have told (your name) that pigs could fly from the expression she had on her face. Jack was jealous… of her? Or Katsumi? Jack had a complete disinterest in women so she had a feeling he may have been gay.

“I apologize if you feel that way, but I can assure you that Katsumi is-“ (your name) gulped when a Jack stood up at his full height. His body now towered over her.

“Katsumi is weird… and so is Hanayama.” Jack gently placed his palms on her shoulders, the mass of his hands nearly swallowed her whole. “Why do you surround yourself with men who have strange intentions?”

(Your name) pursed her lip, confusion began to seep into her skin. Why would Jack be so concerned about her friend (and new boyfriend)? It’s not like he- oh my… Jack liked her? Is that why he was so unnecessarily mean?

The constant nagging, the awkward gestures, and his constant verbal attack on (your name)’s friends’ character were all because he was flirting? Holy hell, this was an entire revelation.

“Jack, I had no idea-“

“I’m not romantic. Hell, I’m not even nice.” Jack sucked in a breath. “I don’t deserve your kindness, I never did but… I enjoyed your care.”

(Your name) blinked when Jack bent down to her height, his face now a foot from hers. Even at her height now, Jack’s presence felt could swallow her whole.

“You never treated me like a monster.” Jack’s voice was barely above a whisper yet his words pierced her very soul and his eyes… his cinnamon eyes were filled with so much emotion, she could drown in them. “I don’t know how to say how I feel, but I could show you.”

And that’s when Jack leaned forward and pressed the most awkward kiss on her cheeks. His lips were slightly chapped and she could feel a bit of saliva on her skin. Jack’s entire body trembled before he began to pepper her cheeks with another. And then one more… and soon it was a barrage of kisses, each one more intense than the last.

“Hey. Hey!” (Your name) had to put her hands on Jack’s lips to stop him. “Stop that. If I wanted to be kissed by a dog, I’d go to my friend’s house-“

(Your name) squealed when Jack licked her palms. “Ew! Jack-“

“I can’t get enough of how you taste…” Jack whispered, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “No wonder Hanayama always said you tasted sweet.”

What the hell did he mean by that?! She’s never kissed Hanayama… Hanayama a weirdo too, wasn’t he? At least Katsumi seemed normal.

“That… leave the premise immediately!” (Your name) shook her hands to try to get the feeling of his saliva off.

Jack chuckled at her reaction… this one was so much better than the others he has gotten from her. The way her nose crinkled in disgust while her cheeks were a beet red, it was exhilarating. Jack wanted to see more… but he knew he’s already pushed too far. He didn’t want to get involved with the police again.

“Alright, alright. I apologize.” Jack stuck up his arms in surrender. “But think about what I said. I’m the only one who hasn’t really hidden my intentions from you.”

Jack gave (your name) a small pat on the back before he sauntered off into the sunset. The young woman now left to her own devices…

(Your name) still couldn’t understand what he meant by what Hanayama had said about her tasting sweet. She barely talked with that man, let alone kissed him.

(Your name) shook her head and sighed before she went into her home. A giant bouquet of roses sat at the center of her table, a large card attached to them.

‘From your Midnight Man.’

Blue beetle 💙🐞

Speed Drive

🎉500 celebration fic🎉

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Word count: 6.2k

Synopsis: You come along with Hobie on a road trip to Glasgow. Aka the fic where I squeezed in multiple dream dates of mine lol

Tags: Use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, reader is a history nerd (definitely not projecting), the reader can't drive, sunshine! Reader. Suggestive content, lovestruck Hobie, Established relationship. FLUFF.

A/n: I did some research on the places they went to, if there are any inaccuracies on the geography/ information, please note that I've never been to any of these places, I'm only basing my knowledge on what I've researched and what I've studied in uni.

* I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms and copy and pasted on any ai software*

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You grunt as you lift the heavy amp, back straightened so you don't accidentally sprain yourself. Waddling towards Hobie's van, amp sitting heavily near your waist. The sun is just about rising on the horizon, painting the pavement deep blue. The water laps at the house boat's side, the sound familiar, adding to the relaxed atmosphere where you and Hobie are the only ones awake in the entire city. The early morning air nips at your skin, leaving goosebumps on the back of your neck.

Suddenly, strong familiar arms wrap around the amp. "What are you doin'? Told you I've got them" Hobie clicks his tongue, taking the amp from you.

He's annoyed but not at you, he's irritated that he got the short end of the stick, ending up waking up early (too early) to load the instruments. You don't take it to heart, knowing his annoyance isn't because of you. It would've been better if he just helped his band mates load them in, but lady luck wasn't on his side. Unfortunately he also got driving duties, now he has to drive seven hours to get to Glasgow for the band's very first big gig. Leaving the rest of the band to take (a very comfortable) train ride at a later hour. Hobie's a bit jealous on that end, he would've liked for you to see the sights on a train instead of sitting on his old van that creaks when he steers a little too far to the left.

The only silver lining about the impromptu road trip is you. Seven hours on the road with just you is pure bliss, if only he didn't have to wake up in this ungodly hour, he would've been in a better mood.

"Sorry, you were busy loading in the drums. Thought I would help" you look up at him through equally tired eyes. A cloud of breath escaping when you talk. Hobie zips your jacket further up, keeping you warm.

He heaves the amp on one arm, effortlessly carrying it. "Don't be, you're just trying to help." Hobie feels guilty for clicking his tongue at you. He holds your cold hand, sharing his warmth.

"You're definitely not a morning person" you squeeze his hand. "grumpy" bringing his hand to your lips, you leave a chaste kiss over his knuckles. "Is that the last one?"

"Think so," he looks around the area, finding nothing else to load inside the van. "Don't forget to bring in the thermos, you're turning into an icicle"

"Okay, I made us sandwiches" you smile at him, swinging your intertwined hands.

"What kind?" He stomps down his grumpy demeanor at the sound of breakfast.

"Lots!" You grin excitedly at him, Hobie wonders where you got your sudden burst of energy.

"Fuckin' hell, no wonder why you were up so late. You made every conceivable sandwich in the world" he jokes, your happy energy spreading to him.

You chuckle, "not every single one. You have the first pick for waking up so early"

"Yeah? Even though you threatened to splash me with water?" He raises a pierced brow, a smile curling on his lips.

You wince, "yeah, sorry. It finally got you to wake up though!"

"Yeah, yeah, and here I thought you would wake me up with a kiss"

"I did! Like five fucking times. You wouldn't even stir, I got desperate, okay!" You laugh, it echoes around the silent neighborhood.

"I believe you, can you get our bags from inside? I'll warm up the van" Hobie reluctantly lets go of your hand. You feel cold already.

"Get it nice and toasty for me?"

"What are you? Banana bread?"

"Funny" you point at him playfully, walking backwards.

"Don't forget the bloody Thermos!" He yells after you, following you with his gaze, making sure you don't trip because you decided to walk backwards.

You wink at him, "okay, dad!"

"Lil shit" he says with a smile.

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Munching on your sandwich, Hobie cranked up the heating, you're now warm and toasty in your seat. The leather squeaks when you move to feed Hobie a bite of your sandwich. He *insists that he prefers yours even though you made an identical one. Hobie's free hand is glued to your thigh, squeezing it from time to time, making sure you don't fall asleep on him.

Hobie keeps his eyes on the road, trying to take a bite of the sandwich that you've teasingly moved a few inches away from his waiting mouth.

He bites at air, "Oi, what the fuck" you snicker, biting your lip. Hobie immediately figures out what you're doing, "don't make me swerve this fucking car into that ditch"

"Jeez, okay!" You laugh, leaning closer (as much as the seat belt would allow you to) Hobie takes a generous bite, "you're still grumpy? Do you need more coffee?" You rub at the corner of his mouth with your thumb, cleaning the bread crumbs. He hums appreciatively.

"I don't think that coffee's workin' too well" he says while chewing. "We're not even out of the city yet" Hobie huffs.

"Do you want me to drive for a bit?" You wait for his reaction with a tiny smirk.

"You haven't got a license," He says matter-of-fact, "you don't even know how to drive" he doesn't sound condescending or making fun of you, his voice laced with endearment. He makes a mental note to teach you once you two get back home. His fingers pinches you through your pants.

"I'm a fast learner" you joke, Hobie cracks a sleep deprived smile, oh he's definitely not a morning person. "Give it time, you basically drank the entire thermos. Maybe some music could help?"

"If it's your music, I'm gonna fall asleep on the wheel" He squeezes your thigh, just in case you didn't get his joke.

"If it's your music, It's going to burst my eardrums this early in the morning" you quip back.

"Nice. Sandwich me, love" he opens his mouth, darting his eyes from the road to you before his gaze goes back to watching the road.

You lean again, holding up the almost finished sandwich. "Do you know who invented the sandwich?" Hobie eats the entire thing in one bite, almost taking your fingers off. You glare playfully at him.

He chuckles, mouth full. "No, who?"

"Lord Sandwich, the fourth earl of Sandwich in the eighteenth century"

"You're fucking with me" Hobie takes a left turn, the van creaks, instruments in the back sliding a bit. You watch his hand turn the steering wheel, mesmerized by how his large hand grips the wheel. His rings don't help, you tilt your head, watching intently.

He pinches your thigh, getting your attention. "Hey, where'd you go?"

"Sorry, I was trying to recall the rest of the fact" you blink back to reality.

"Will you be like this the entire trip? Watching my bloody hands, you perv" He read you like an open book.

"What– I wasn't, okay! I was–" you fumble with your words.

He has a playful smirk on his lips. "You were what? Fantasizing my hands wrapped around your–"

"Stop!" You hold his hand that's on your thigh, so he could stop his teasing.

"What? I was gonna say 'wrapped around your hand', honestly what did you think I was gonna say?" He asks you playfully, shoving your shoulder lightly.

"it's too early for this shit" you mumble with a playful pout, intertwining your fingers with his.

He laughs, eyes crinkling into a smile. Hobie brings your hand to his lips, placing a quick peck on your warm hand. "Ah, too early for it? Maybe later then?"

You groan but your smile and the twinkle in your eyes says otherwise.

"What were you talking about? 'Bout the sandwich bloke?"

"John Montagu, he invented the sandwich because he didn't have time to eat a proper meal while he was playing cards and working."

"Bloody rich lord" he grumbles with malice.

"Hey, if not for him you wouldn't be eating one of my Sandwiches"

"I love eating your sandwich" he raises a teasing brow, proud of his innuendo.

"What is up with you this morning?" You laugh, playing with one of his rings, twirling the metal around his index finger. "Seriously, did I accidentally make you coffee with something in it? Is that why it says 'special' in the packaging?"

Hobie laughs loudly, echoing around the van. "You think they'd put an aphrodisiac in coffee?" He lets go of your hand for a bit while he steers the wheel with both hands. "Like ginkgo biloba or somethin'?"

You reach for his free hand immediately after he lets go of the wheel to lay it back on your thigh. "No like pistachio nuts or–" you try to think of another example, "— crab" you giggle when the word escapes your lips.

"Crab?!" He rides with your bit. "Must be some expensive bloody coffee, lovey" Hobie rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. "No wonder I tasted something fishy in that coffee"

You gasp, feigning offense. "You did not!" contributing to the bit.

"Now who's crabby this morning, huh?" He chuckles.

You roll your eyes at his pun, "argh, can't believe I have to endure seven more hours of this" teasing him, your sentence has no ounce of truth in it whatsoever. More than happy to accompany him on the trip.

"It'll be the best seven hours of your life, sweets" He looks at you through the rearview mirror with a smirk.

You can read him like a book too. Narrowing your eyes, you can just tell he has something planned, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"You've got something up your sleeves? Spill it, Hobart"

He sideways glances at you, hiding his knowing smile. "Don't know what you're on about" Hobie clears his throat, playing it cool.

"Nope, I know you, babe. That fucking smirk of yours, I know it!" You lightly poke at his cheek.

"Lovey, I haven't got a scooby doo. I'm just here drivin' trying to get us to Glasgow"

"You get very detailed when you're lying. I know your tells!"

"That so?" He makes a mental note of what you've said, which might be handy the next time he has a surprise. Hobie opens the radio, cd already inside, it plays a loud tune, drowning out your questions.

"Hey!" You yell through the loud music. Hobie almost gives himself away with a laugh, he bites his lip to stifle it. "Whatever– wherever you're planning to stop at some backroad tourist attraction, we better not be too late for the show!"

Hobie cranks the volume up, "What? Can't hear you through the music" he gestures towards his ear.

You press the 'volume down' button, covering your ears. Now you're definitely both wide awake. "You're an ass, you can't have any more of my sandwiches" huffing, you grab a ziplock of sandwich just to tease him more.

Banter fills the van, laughs and flirty words entertain you until sleep comes back to haunt you. Unexpectedly falling asleep, Hobie lets you snooze away in his passenger seat. Avoiding potholes, slowing down when passing a speed bump. He even uses his arm to act as your second seat belt whenever he turns sharply, hand cradling your head so you don't fall off the headrest.

Hobie has the urge to wake you though, but he needs you at full energy for what he's planning on taking you. Eyes drifting to the van's console, he gazes at your camera, taking a mental note to remember to give you the extra roll of films he bought for you.

—

Hobie shuts off the engine, eyes bleary, he clicks the seatbelt off of him. He has the urge to close his eyes and join you in slumberland. One look at your sleeping face almost pushes him off the edge.

He leans closer to you, hand cupping your jaw, he taps your face with his thumb. "Love" you don't stir, eyes still closed. Hobie's so attuned to you that he knows you're not faking it.

He kisses you chastely, warm lips puckering to wake you up. Hobie calls your name this time, poking your cheek. You still sleep, lips slightly parted. He's absolutely jealous of you right now. Peppering your face with kisses, he fully intends to wake you up. Defeated, you still lay asleep.

A bright idea pops up in his mind. Pulling away, Hobie grips the steering wheel with both hands, arms length away from him. He screams bloody murder like he's about to hit a wall.

You jump away, yelling for a second before seeing the parking lot bare, van parked safely. You clutch your chest, eyes now wide awake. Slapping his arm, you glare at him. Hobie has a shit-eating grin on his face, arm raised to shield himself. His laugh echoes.

"You fucker!" Slap "I could've" slap "gotten a heart attack!" You huff with a pout.

"I'm sorry, c'mere" he tries to hug you, standing your ground, you cross your arms on your chest. "You wouldn't wake up! I'm sorry, please?" Hobie flexes his fingers, face apologetic.

"Are we here? Did I sleep the entire time?"

"No, lovey. We're at a stopover" he points outside with his head. "'m really sorry. If there's any consolation I think you'll like this place"

Your eyes zero in on the sign, reading it loudly, "Stratford Upon-Avon?!" Screeching excitedly. You click off your seat belt with urgency, with the intention of leaving Hobie hanging as revenge. You'll kiss him thank you later anyway.

Opening the door, you step off, stretching your legs and breathing in fresh air. Warmer air greets you, a much kinder one from a few hours ago. Trainers bouncing off in excitement. Greenery and old timey Houses fill your vision, adding to your eagerness.

Hobie joins your side, your sling bag over his broad shoulder. Hiding his disappointment from your lack of hug, he only blames himself for scaring the crap out of you.

"Y/n." The lack of the term of endearment alerts you, whirling around, you see his shoulders slumped, face clearly hiding his true feelings behind a straight face. You know he'll feel worse if you don't try to reassure him. So you do, hand signaling him to hold yours.

He blames the early morning for making him all lovesick, if it was the later hours, Hobie would've stuck to teasing you about your reaction. With a sigh and a weak roll of his eyes, he steps in your arms instead of just holding your hand, head resting on your shoulder, yawning as you knead his aching back; you indulge him.

Good thing it's still too early for tourists to flock the area, save for a few scattered ones looking for a place to have breakfast at.

"Apology accepted," leaning back, you straighten the knots on his forehead. "You need better coffee" you scrunch your nose at his closed eyes.

"Or sleep" he grumbles.

"Do you want to sleep for a bit inside the van?" You feel bad for sleeping the entire time. "I'll stay with you don't worry. I won't fall asleep this time."

He shakes his head, slapping his own face to wake himself up. Jumping up and down with you still in his arms. You don't question it, jumping along with him. Metal accessories clinking together, boots thumping hard on the pavement.

Spluttering, he shakes his head vigorously. You giggle at his face.

"Alright, 'm good. Let's go get coffee"

—

You lead a very sleep deprived Hobie by the sleeve of his hoodie, too warm for his leather one yet too cold for just a t-shirt. He lets you drag him along, not because he's disinterested, sleepiness just got the best of him.

Gasping, you point at a unique streetlight. Little statues of a donkey and a man sitting on the metal sides, a curious owl placed on top, looking down on the street.

"Look at that donkey with a guitar!"

Hobie squints through the haziness, "think that's a lute. Kinda looks like you." He still finds the time to tease you even with heavy eyes. A smirk playing on his lips, watching you closely.

"You're the owl then" you let go of his sleeve, taking the camera from your bag, positioning and angling it for the best lighting. He watches your face full of concentration with a faint endearing smile.

Click.

"Got it" you smile, spotting a stand full of maps and information about the place. "Oohh" skipping over the display, you take one. "Hobie, look! Babe?" You look up from the pamphlet when Hobie doesn't reply back.

He walks towards you at a snail's pace. Grunting back in acknowledgement.

You wince, practically feeling his tiredness ooze out of him. "Let's get that coffee. There's a café near here."

"Overpriced coffee" he could only mumble out a protest. While you guide him towards the shop for some much needed refuel. It's not like he has any other choices, all the coffee shops near the area are unnecessarily expensive, save for gas station coffee– which is too far to get to right now, he might fall asleep while driving to it.

Hobie can't let himself drive through the fog of sleep, especially that you're with him. So he surrenders with the promise of getting his pep back so he can drive you safely to the next destination.

—

After gulping down two cups of coffee that made Hobie seethe after hearing the price, he leaves you on the table to go to the loo, your eyes glued on the leaflet, absorbing every word and information on it.

Hobie makes his way back, now wide awake, he watches you put too much milk on your cup, too distracted with reading– it overflows, spilling the hot liquid on the table. He has never loved you more when you jump in your seat, quietly yelping, clumsily wiping at the table with a napkin. He shakes his head with a fond smile and soft eyes.

Hobie asks for more napkins from the cashier, promptly heading towards your table. He helps you wordlessly, wiping, avoiding spilling any more expensive tea.

"Sorry" you expect Hobie to chastise you for spilling your drink, instead, he looks at you with concern and fondness.

"You alright? Didn't spill any on you?"

You smile softly, thankful eyes staring back at him. "I'm okay, it's not that hot anyway"

"Sure?" He takes his tea stained finger on the tip of your nose, leaving a wet patch over it. Green tea wafts your nostrils. "There's some on you"

"Ack!" Wiping it with a clean tissue, you roll your eyes; faint smile telling him otherwise.

"That's how it is then?" He chuckles, satisfied with your reaction. He sits down next to you, drying his hands on a napkin. Arm instinctively flying around your shoulder, holding you close. "Where to go next?"

"Hmm?" You hum, drinking what's left of your tea, "I thought you had it planned?"

"I planned on stopping here, thought you got the next part since you've always wanted to go here, y'know planned the entire trip in your head before"

For a second he thinks that you're disappointed in him for not planning ahead. The thought stops the second you beam at him, hands on his shoulder to anchor yourself on him. lips puckering to kiss him on the cheek quickly since you're in public. Hobie doesn't protest, leaning towards the kiss, angling his face so that your lips just about graze the corner of his lip. You know exactly what he's doing, you let him, moving slyly closer to his lips.

"Oh, you know me so well!" You say excitedly, pulling away, shaking his shoulder for emphasis. "First stop! The river Avon!"

—

"The ferry's closed" you come back to his side with a frown. Gusts of cool air rushes past, rustling your jacket, the leaves on the trees whisper and rustle in the wind, big fluffy clouds providing shade. The river laps at the dock, adding to your downturned lips. "The employee also said Shakespeare's house and the other houses are closed since it's too early"

"We'll just have to come back on our way home then" your frown turns back into a smile, poking his sides teasingly.

"You'll take me back here?" You say with a smirk, playful eyes smile back at him, finger poking his waist. "Ohhh, you're so smitten"

He takes your poking finger with a roll of his eyes, hiding the growing smile on his lips with a scoff. "Yeah, yeah. Where to now, tour guide?"

"The butterfly farm is open early. Is that okay?"

"Why not?"

"We have to walk there, it's a bit of a trek" you shrug, "it's okay if we don't have time for it"

He calculates in his head, if you only stay an hour more, you two can be right back on schedule; just on time to get to Glasgow without being late for the show.

"We've got time to spare"

"You sure? I don't want us to be late" toe to toe with Hobie, finger still encased in his hand, you ask him anyway even though you know what his answer will be.

"Yes, let's go before people flock this place"

Hand in hand, you take in the sights, stopping from time to time to shoot pictures of the historical houses and buildings. Hobie becomes your model, posing like a natural in front of the lens. He wrangles the camera from you to take your picture right in front of Shakespeare's home and school. Shyness slowly edging away for a while as Hobie hypes you up. Instructing you to pose here and there.

You ran out of film before reaching the butterfly garden, stopping right in front of the royal Shakespeare theatre. The red bricks and dome like structure looms overhead.

"Aww, I think we used it all"

"'ve got more" he takes an extra roll of film from his pocket. You stare at him like he just did magic right in front of your eyes.

"Where'd you get this?" You say, bewildered.

"Brought it with me" he says nonchalantly like he didn't do the sweetest thing just for you.

"Have I told you lately that you're really amazing?" You load film inside the camera, quickly snapping a picture of his smug face.

"No, maybe you should say it often"

So enamored, chest filled with love, you agree. "Mm-hmm, maybe I should. Now, can you stand right there while I take a picture of your amazing face"

—

You finally make it to the butterfly garden. An arch with a large colourful butterfly display greets you. Inside is a beautiful glass greenhouse with a dome ceiling, it shines brightly in the early morning sun, adding to your excitement.

Once paid for the tickets, you and Hobie head inside, you're practically jumping off the glass walls. Hobie's hand leads you inside, preventing you from sliding on the gravel and breaking your ankle on the rough ground.

You're in complete awe of the place, it looked beautiful outside but nothing compares to it once inside. The sun glows brilliantly, bouncing its rays on the glass ceiling and walls. Flora and greenery as far as your eyes could see, strategically placed around the massive greenhouse. The flowery and sweet smells entranced you to explore the entire place, not to mention the colorful butterflies in all shapes and sizes fluttering all around you. Birds make their morning sing-song adding to the fantastical atmosphere.

The look on your face makes waking up a few hours earlier than scheduled makes it all worth it for Hobie. He softly smiles at you, hands clasped comfortably over yours. Eyes sparkling, mirroring yours, he guides you further inside. You let him, neck craned up, watching as butterflies swirl overhead.

Gravel crunches under your footsteps, Hobie stops walking. You almost bumped into him, he tugs at your hand, pointing down on the shrubbery.

"What is that?" You squint, jumping when something green slithers further away from you two and into the thick greenery. "Woah!"

He chuckles at your reaction. You fumble for your camera to capture a photo of the iguana lounging in the warmth, scales as green as the leaves around it.

Click.

"Look, it's you!" You point at its sharp spikes, looking at Hobie with a teasing smile.

"Careful, he bites" he taunts back, making you retract your finger back.

Strolling around more, you take so many pictures, the film Hobie gave you is almost full. You've even snuck in candid pictures of Hobie, and by god, he looked great in all of them. While all your pictures looked like you were at a field trip with your parents, posing with a goofy smile on your face as a butterfly lands on your shoulder.

It's been almost an hour of exploring, so you hold his hand again to tug him towards the exit with a promise of going back, without a time constraint next time.

Crisp air greets you two, hand in hand, you walk by the river, watching as ducks and swans swim on the surface. Their quacking and honking gets louder and louder as they notice you, asking for food.

"Maybe we should've brought rice with us" You mumble, looking at the birds with an apologetic look as if they can understand you.

"Do you think if you fall in they'll eat you?" Hobie asks with a serious look on his face, a small smirk curling on his lips, the only indication that he's fully joking.

"I don't think they'll like me very much, I'm full of bread, which isn't nutritious for 'em" you playfully quipped back, squeezing his hand. He chuckles at your comment.

Hobie slyly moves you away from the river, just in case you actually fall in. He guides you to his right, so that he's the one nearest to the water instead of you. Hand holding your left one, you lean to his side, full of affection in your chest, you softly kiss his shoulder. Whispering softly a 'thank you'

—

You've been quiet for an hour, Hobie side eyes you from time to time. The sudden silence makes him concerned, moreso when your face has contorted into a grimace, eyebrows furrowed, you bite your lips with a sharp inhale.

He's worried since you've been extremely chatty an hour ago, voice filling the van, you help him stay awake. Well until he hit a speed bump that made you squeak out.

"You alright, lovey?" Hobie asks with a squeeze of your thigh.

You sit with a fluffy blanket over your lap, a neck pillow under your head. You look comfortable enough, so why do you look like you're in pain?

You exhale, looking at him through the corners of your eyes without moving your neck. "Mm-hmm"

"Mm-hmm? What's wrong? Is the seat not warm enough?" Hobie looks at you through the rearview mirror, seeing your knitted eyebrows.

You ball the blanket under your knuckles. "I'm okay"

He nods, unconvinced.

After a few moments of smooth driving on the highway, cars drive past, you squeeze your thighs together. Controlling your breathing, you try not to think of water.

"Love" he calls for you, "did you see that car with the flame decals on it?" Chuckling softly, he places his hand over your thigh again. Hobie feels the tight muscles under your pants, eyebrow raising in question.

"Y/n" he snickers under his breath. Hands kneading softly at your thigh. Hobie translates the squeezing of your thighs together and your elevated breathing, "I swear if you're hot and bothered, I can't park right here–"

"I need to pee" you say embarrassed, avoiding his eyes. Only finally admitting it so he doesn't actually think you're aroused for some reason.

Hobie laughs loudly, hand slapping the steering wheel. "I told you to go before we left"

"Hobie," you whine. "Not funny, I've been holding it for so long"

"Alright," he clams up, still smiling at your predicament. "There's no gas station near here, love. We're too far away to turn around but we're thirty minutes away from Manchester. We can stop there"

"Thirty?!" You're in agony, hands tucked in between your legs in an attempt to tamp down the need to go.

Hobie moves his hand from your thigh to the back of your neck, kneading softly. He presses the gas, if he hurries you can make it in twenty five without breaking any traffic laws. He makes a joke about you peeing in a bottle which you only glared in return.

Twenty minutes later, you're folded in half on your seat, head layed on your lap, trying to distract yourself by counting the threads in your blanket.

"Almost there, love. Hold on" Hobie pats your head in reassurance. You groan out a reply.

—

You jumped from your seat after a second of Hobie parking the car in front of a gas station. Hand tightening around your travel sized toilet paper.

Hobie patiently waits for you outside the door. Fingers fiddling with his web shooters tucked under his sleeve.

The door creaks open. His neck cranes up to meet your relieved face. "Success?"

"Remind me to not drink anything until we make it to Glasgow."

"You still need to drink some water y'know" he walks back to the car with your pinkies linked together.

"Are we still far?"

"A bit, let's stop by Liverpool to eat lunch" he opens the passenger door for you. You smile sweetly at the gesture.

"Thank you, sorry for being annoying" You hug his waist with one arm briefly just before you hop to your seat.

"Not annoying, tell me next time, yeah?"

"Okay" you lean down to press a kiss on his lips, savoring the moment. He hums into it, his hand right over your shoulder so that you don't fall off.

—

As the van passes through Manchester, you spot the canals, houseboats parked on the side, you get reminded of your shared home.

"Look! That one looks like ours, same color too"

"Missing home already?"

"Kind of. Wish we could stop here, they've got the oldest library in Britain" You lay your head over the window, watching as landmarks pass by in a blur.

"They also have a serial killer too"

You scoff, "in this day and age?" Looking at Hobie's face, you don't see any lie to his comment. Your face falls, "wait, you serious?"

He shrugs, side eyeing you. You have absolutely no idea if he's joking or not, Hobie's good at acting like that, especially if he's teasing you.

"Hobie, you're joking right?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there actually a killer on the loose here?" You instinctively check the door locks.

He doesn't respond, adding to your fear. You completely miss the mischievous look on his face though.

"I don't want to stop here anymore" you mumble.

"We could always take a detour right now–"

"Nope, no thank you" you answer lightning quick.

He hides his smile behind his hand. Maybe he'll tell you all about it on the return trip.

—

An hour later you're sitting down outside a local restaurant in Chinatown, waiting for your food to arrive. The air blows softly, fluttering your lashes. You close your eyes, head resting on your hand, elbow over the table. You can see the faint outline of the Liverpool cathedral underneath the fog. It's gotten a few degrees colder since you've arrived, the streets shine from the earlier rain, petrichor wafts your senses.

Two bowls of warm noodles are placed in front of you. Side dishes, dimsum and xiaolongbao makes your stomach rumble at the sight and savory smell.

"Thank you," you smile at the waiter.

Wondering where Hobie went, lo and behold, he emerges, walking towards you with a paper cup of convenience store coffee. "Food is here, you still need coffee?"

He sits down across from you. "Yeah, needed another boost" Hobie scrunches his nose before standing up again, moving his chair right next to you, avoiding it from scraping the concrete. He sits back down, arm thrown over the back of your chair.

You look at him with a fond smile, heart eyes staring back at Hobie.

"What?" He challenges you with a raised eyebrow and faint smirk.

"Nothin'" you shove him lightly with your shoulder.

"Hm" he hums, you translate it to an 'obviously'

You eat with content, letting him steal some of your broth from your bowl, in exchange, he gives you a dimsum from his share.

—

You do your best at reading the booklet about Liverpool that you've bought before leaving the city while the vehicle moves.

"The guy who designed the cathedral is the same person who designed the red telephone box"

Hobie listens intently with coffee coursing through his veins, stomach full of food, he's properly fueled to drive for more than four hours to Glasgow. His band mates better be there already when you two arrive or he'll wring their necks.

There won't be any more stops until you get to the destination since there'll only be the highway to drive on. It stretches far, cars whirring past. With Sprawling green hills, and mountains curved around the highway makes the drive much more serene. Powerlines on the sides ground you, making it all seem familiar. The weather is foggy, blanketing the England to Scotland border.

The van rattles as Hobie swerves the car to the right. He plants his hand back in your knee, palm circling the curve of it affectionately.

"Ohh, they've got a beach" you stare at the picture of the nature reserve with its sandy windswept dunes, and grassy knolls.

"Add that to the list"

"Okay" you take out a pen from the glovebox, biting the cap off with your teeth, you scribble it on the back of the booklet where there's an empty space. Using your thighs as a table, you add the destination on your little list right under 'old thatch tavern'

"There," you hum happily.

"Is there anything on there 'bout Glasgow?" He kneads your knee with his knuckle.

"A tiny bit" you flip to the back, "they've got a mural trail, we might pass through it on the way. Ooh they also have a glasshouse."

You two pass the time by giving him facts about the places you've passed. Hobie listens in, adding his own knowledge to the mix. An hour later, you're both jamming to his music cassette. You try to make him laugh by banging your head to the song. Whipping your head too hard, you end up banging it on the dashboard.

With wide eyes and laughter threatening to spill out, Hobie comforts you with his palm over your forehead.

You two chat about with you feeding him crisps in between, exchanging stories and playing 'I spy' Hobie ends up winning with his enhanced vision, you challenge him again with a huff. He still wins the second and third round. His prize? Hobie tells you he's gonna hold onto it until you reach Glasgow.

At hour three, the car makes a metal groaning sound in the middle of the highway, you and Hobie looked at each other in fear for a second, silent and waiting for the van to keel over. You both sigh in relief after a few good minutes of silence with the car still running smoothly. Good thing it did because you have no idea how you'll make it to Glasgow if it did decide to just die in the middle of the road.

Before you know it, Hobie parks the van near the venue. Clicking off his seatbelt while you stretch in your seat. Hobie leans towards you, elbow right over the center console, he helps you with your seatbelt before promptly moving his hand to your cheek to face him.

"Can I help you?" You giggle, pecking the tip of his nose. "Are you claiming your prize?"

"This isn't my prize, lovey." He softly says against your lips. "That'll wait for later"

"Okay," you feel like your cheeks are on fire.

"This is my thanks" He meets your waiting lips, moving with yours. Cupping his jaw, thumb rubbing his cheeks, you breathe through your nose so the kiss would last longer yet it still leaves you breathless. You feel his hand around your nape, deepening the kiss further.

Hobie pulls away, seeing your pupils completely dilated, chest heaving for air.

"Thanks for what?" You ask breathlessly.

"Comin' with me" with his finger, he wipes the sheen off your lips, it stays there for a second, savoring, longing. For everything.

"You could've asked me to go anywhere and I still would've gone. As long as it's with you."

He answers with another kiss, laced with so much love and thankfulness, you feel it all through it.

A sudden knock has you pulling away, Hobie clicks his tongue at the intrusion. Turning around, he spots his bandmates whistling and wiggling their eyebrows. One was making a gesture that made you hide your face.

"You fuckin' wankers!" Hobie opens the door, slamming it on his friends' faces, they scatter, hooting and hollering, taunting him.

You watch as Hobie play fights with them, arm choking his bass player. With a lopsided smile on your face, excitement bubbles in your chest, the return trip and his promise makes you excited more than anything.

A/N: this fic is long overdue that we're at 700 already! Thank you all so much for reading and interacting with my little stories! Love all 700 of you ❤️

Jolyne (drawing from 2022) I really like the rendering on this one