(hahahahahahaha i wish I could watch all of hazbin hotel but alas. i have contented myself with the pilot and a buttload of edits on Snapchat 😔 anyway I love Angel :>)

“That’s bullshit, Ang. By the time you got to the door you’d’ve gotten your big-ass head popped.” Ray rolls their eyes, tossing a piece of popcorn into their mouth.

Angel laughs. “Come on, Ray. It’s a good plan, you just don’t wanna admit it,” he grins, poking them in the side.

“No, it’s a terrible plan. You may be a sexy idiot, but you’re still an idiot. If you want to rob a bank successfully, you don’t need disguises or diversions. You just need to walk in there like you own the place,” Ray says, shoving another handful of popcorn into their mouth.

“You think I’m sexy?” Angel smirks, disregarding the rest of their statement.

Ray glares at him. “Shu’ th’ fuck uh.”

He snort-laughs, leaning his head on theirs. “It’s okay to admit you’re down bad for me, sweetheart~ I would be too. I mean just LOOK at this fuckin’ adorable face.”

He makes puppy eyes, and Ray can’t stop themself from blushing.

Angel, of course, notices, and bursts into laughter. Ray blushes harder, smacking him upside the head.

“Shut the fuck UP, webs-for-brains. I don’t… you’re not… UGH.” Ray covers their face with their hands, mortified by the turn in conversation.

He covers his mouth with one hand, trying to stop the giggling. “Sor-sorry, Ray- ahaha, you’re just so damn cute when you’re flustered. Couldn’t help but tease ya.”

“Funny how you like teasing but hate being teased,” Ray mutters, dragging their hand down their face and glaring at him again. “ANYway. The bank thing.”

“Honestly? Seems like too much work. And it’s SO cliche,” Angel shrugs. “Only place I wanna get into is your pants.” He waggles his eyebrows.

Ray’s face goes blank for a second, as if they’re remembering something.

Then, predictably, the blush returns, but their expression is less flustered, more chagrined. “I… Ang… We have to keep SOME semblance of a work relationship. We can be friends, but…”

They let the sentence hang there.

The silence becomes thick, uncomfortable. Angel clears his throat and stands up. “Yeah. You’re probably right. You couldn’t handle me anyway, sugar.” He winks, but it’s halfhearted, and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “See ya,” he mumbles, gathering his things and leaving.

Ray sits back on the couch, hands on their face and regret in their heart.

They wish they could love him.

But they can’t be hurt again.

(that was a rollercoaster :) anyway i love Ray and long live queer rep)