#exploding goldfish

[hazelkjt]

OC Morality Alignment Quiz

---------- Tagged by: @ornerykarakul, tyty!! Not tagging anyone in particular since I'm getting to this SO LATE ;-; Consider this an open tag to anyone reading this who wants to have a go!

Quiz Here

[exploding-fish]

Fish and @qara-wen's most recent attempt at convincing @captain-styr to let them convert The Enduring Deeds into an airship. So far: unsuccessful

[captain-styr]

Sundown in Port

"So, then's I tells 'em, 'Arm and a leg? Me brother in Hydaelyn, I be takin' all yer limbs!'"

For day 2 of Captain Styr Week, we have Styr with two of his favorite crew mates in La Noscea, @exploding-fish and @qara-wen ! This was a simple shot I did that I fell in love with. Plus, casual Styr is a dream *sigh*

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

FEFERI: O)(, T)(-E SW-E-ET IRONY OF )(IS D-EATH, D-ESIGN-ED FOR T)(IS LIF-E, Y-ET N-EV-ER M-EANT TO -ENDUR-E IT.

ERIDAN: wwhat happened

FEFERI: I DROPP-ED A GOLDFIS)( CRACK-ER IN T)(-E BATHTUB 38(

[mushiimune]

hi :') what are blink and mush's favorite and least favorite things about each other? & how do they make up after they fight/disagree/hurt the other person?

helo 👁️👁️ unrelated to your ask but Tumblr user sarahjacobs I love your art very much... .. ..

Blink loves being around Mush because he's sunshine, packed tight into a person (his good looks are a fortunate plus). The same trait that occasionally confounds him, he treasures. Maybe it's a side effect of being friends so long, or maybe Blink has been trained to relax at the sight of Mush's face, because he knows good things are to come. There are a lot of things in life Blink isn't sure about, but what he knows is that a world where Mush is unhappy is not one he ever wants to visit.

Mush appreciates all the little things in life enough for the both of them. He has hope, and holds it tight. Blink admires that. He wishes he were that optimistic.

Mush likes Blink most for how resilient he is. They see the world through different eyes, but from the very beginning, all it took was one look for Mush to know Blink was a fighter, in more ways than one. Blink could make a boring day exciting. He saw something he wanted, he went after it. Mush admires that a lot.

In his youth, Mush couldn't count the number of times he was told what he was, and where he was going to stay, no matter what he did to try and change his fate. He found the only thing he could control was himself, and the way he viewed the world. He grew up feeling small and helpless. Blink changed that.

The downside of Blink's determination is his hair-trigger temper. He tends to batter anybody who even vaguely pokes fun at him. In a second, his mood can change from docile to volatile, and Mush is often the one who has to calm him down, because nobody else cares to try.

It works, of course, because in a symphony of voices, Mush is the only one that Blink ever hears. Mush knows Blink cares about him, trusts him and his judgement more than anybody else. It's control, in a way—the thing Mush lacks. And it scares him. He doesn't trust himself. He doesn't have all the answers. Or much of any at all, as a matter of fact. Mush simply doesn't want Blink to get hurt.

And as for making up after a fight:

Mush is the type of guy who takes a couple days to think, and formulate a good response. Blink, on the other hand, is the same way with apologies that he is with most other things in life: hasty and flustered.

His relationship with Mush is the most important thing in Blink's life. The slightest hint of disturbance in their carefully crafted peace, and Blink can't think. He can't breathe, can't eat, can't sleep. He's tossing and turning, pacing around and dragging hands through his hair in a futile attempt to calm himself down. He'll say anything he needs in order to make Mush happy.

Unfortunately, Mush can tell when Blink is just saying what he wants to hear, and when he's truly being sincere. He'd much rather Blink be honest with him, and actually reflect, instead of spewing excuses and promises to change and be better.

When Blink knows he's wrong, or he's done something bad, he apologizes to Mush right away. Even if he doesn't particularly regret throwing a punch or two, what he does regret is making Mush upset.

When Mush does something wrong, he gets a bit sullen, but hides his face against Blink's shoulder and tells him he's sorry.

Mush is the only person in the world Blink's willing to work on himself for. At the end of the day, they always manage to make up within a day or two. They cannot live without each other for long.

[hummingbird-games]

who wants to steal my laptop and hammer out the rest of these outlines??

anyone???

...any takers???

...what do you mean I have to do this mYSELF!!!!

[zero-is-nebulous]

Late posting artfight attacks (real)

Kiri belongs to @dizzyfish777 !!!

[percijester]

😦

[beaniebabs]

anyway omg eli 🥺💖

[hazelkjt]

Pride

Putting all of my OCs on this post because it's my blog and I can do what I want.

In order we got: Hazel Kha Claire Ashe Derrrinall Evramont Exploding Goldfish E'venna Zekiel

If you aren't aware of what the shirts all represent then this is the perfect chance to do some research! Happy Pride Month everyone!

[exploding-fish]

Just hanging out with @qara-wen

[r0-boat]

ZZZ Lighter "just the tip" Lorenz

Drabble

Lighter X Gn!reader

Cw: unprotected sex, creampie.

He presses his body against you quickly, trying to shave off as much of His clothing as possible. Hungry and eager, he takes you right there in the middle of the desert. Making sure to lay you down on his leather jacket before clawing at your clothing.

You can see Lighter's sweaty body, his lopsided shades as those piercing olive green eyes look down at you. He cannot wait a single second to be inside you. And you couldn't anymore. Your mouth was on his lips as soon as your pants were off. A hot messy kiss that left Lighter wanting more. As soon as you broke away you remembered something. Something extremely important.

"Baby condom..."You managed to gasp out as his hungry mouth find yours again. His hands digging into your sides holding you still as his cock grinds against your clothed entrance feeling your damp underwear getting more and more soaked with his precum and your juices.

He tilt his head back getting lost to the friction of his swollen cock sliding against wet cloth separating him from you

"Lighter condom." You've grown a little louder. Lighter hums before reaching for his wallet. He keeps his hips grinding against you as he rifles through his wallet and then his jacket pockets.

No condoms....

"Shit..."Lighter growl. He would rather be a dead man than stop right here when the mood is so right when all he could think about is being deep inside you.

"just the tip, babe, I'll pull out, I promise."He mutters into your shoulder, sliding your underwear to the side. Not wanting to wait a single second more to take off your underwear. Plus you are wearing your nice pair, and who is he to deny a little bit of eye candy.

You should have been suspicious of a man who can barely remember the names of certain people to pull out of you. But with your brain so clouded with lust, you didn't have any second thoughts as he pushed the tip inside you.

Light thrusting slowly turns into deeper fucking as he drills you into his jacket. He even flips you around to fuck you from behind your nails, digging into His leather jacket.

You feel so good. Your warm, wet, tightening walls were something that he might get addicted to.

The last thing on his mind was pulling out. When he got close, going by muscle memory alone, he slammed as deep as he could, exploding inside you. Relishing in the way your walls squeeze and milk his cock in a vice grip.

Lighter has the memory of a goldfish, but he'll think about the irresistible feeling of being inside you without a condom. Every time, he goes to grab one

[badjokesbyjeff]

Harold got in bed, kissed his lovely wife, and fell into a deep sleep. He awoke before the pearly Gates and St. Peter said..

“You died in your sleep, Harold.”

Harold was stunned. "I'm dead...? No, I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back to my wife!”

St. Peter said, "Perhaps that can be arranged, but there aren’t many open spots right now. You’ve got two alternatives: you can come back to your house as a goldfish or as a hen.”

Harold never liked swimming and thought that perhaps being a hen wouldn't be that bad after all. The chickens his wife raised just ran around pecking at the ground, no stress, and at least he’d still be close to her.

Harold replied, "Okay, then I choose to be a hen.” The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground in his old backyard! Another hen strolled up and said, "So, you're the new hen, nice to meet you. How’s your first day here?”

"Not bad," replied Harold, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm gonna explode!”

"You're ovulating," explained the hen. “Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before!”

"Never.." said Harold.

"Well, just cluck twice and then push.” Harold clucked twice and pushed, and voila, out popped an egg. Harold was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood for the first time. He then clucked twice, pushed, and out came another egg. It felt amazing. He never new it was like this! Just as he was about to lay his third egg, his wife called out to him. “Harold! Harold!”

Happiness filled Harold as he saw her running towards him. Knowing she was there to share this moment, he was overwhelmed by joy.

He clucked once, clucked twice, and suddenly felt his wife smack the back of his head. “Dammit, Harold wake up! You're shitting the bed!”

[miryum]

"The Stakeout"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

“Did you leave the precinct last night?” Jason set a mug of coffee next to Y/n’s desk. 

“The internet’s out at my apartment. The neighbour I’m leeching off turned it off for a couple days to teach their kids a lesson and this is the only place I can watch Bluey.”

“The kids show?” Jason raised a brow. 

Tim gasped and raced to Y/n’s computer. “I love Bluey!”

“Of course,” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you dare scoff at the majesty that is Bluey!” Y/n pressed a dramatic hand to her chest. “Clearly, you haven’t seen its brilliance. Sit down, baby Jay. You’re gonna love this.”

Both Tim and Jason crowded around the screen. Y/n pressed the keyboard and the iconic intro music played. Tim hummed along and Jason stared longingly at his book.

He hardly registered when the unicorn came on screen. “Children,” Tim and Y/n murmured with the unicorn.

The unicorn was spoiling a book about a princess and shoes. Jason wasn’t really paying attention. He could be reviewing files or reading books or bothering Damian. All valuable uses of his time.

“Wait, did you quote John Mulaney?” Jason realised. 

“Baby Jay? Yeah.” Y/n shushed him, “now watch this cinematic masterpiece.” 

“It’s a goddamn kid show. Any adult that watches this voluntarily needs therapy.”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” Tim peered at him. “You’ve known us for more than four years. You hadn’t deduced that already?” 

“Touche.” 

“She calls herself The Queen of Crime,” Dick announced to the briefing room. “Or more well-known as Harley Quinn. She and her wife have broken into, set fire, exploded, and murdered more people and places than I can count.”

Y/n gasped. “Oh my gosh, gay crime queens? Do you think they would adopt me?”

“L/n, you would be an accomplice.” Tim frowned at his friend. 

“I would go to jail for my criminal moms.” 

“Anyway,” Dick rolled his eyes, a smile creeping at his mouth. “L/n and Todd will be staking out a place we’ve seen Quinn and Isley frequent. Cain will be their contact. Drake and Brown, I have another assignment for you that involves a murder.” 

“A murder?” Y/n whined. “No fair! How come I’m stuck with Todd and Steph gets a murder?” 

“I’m just better than you,” Stephanie shrugged. Y/n glowered at her. 

“I’m sure you’ll make the stakeout incredibly frustrating and boring,” Jason patted Y/n’s arm from his seat next to her. 

“Frustrating and boring: Title of your sex tape,” Y/n muttered, crossing her arms. “Dickie, you can’t expect me to live with Todd for three days! He won’t even do anything! He’ll just read and… I don’t know, what other nerdy things do you do?”

“Nerdy?” Jason shot back, “Says the person who references every TV show known to man!”

“Just so everyone knows,” Y/n raised a finger up. “The obsession this week is the Barbie movie.”

“Amen,” Steph clapped Y/n’s hand in a high-five. 

Cass fistbumped her. “Margot Robbie is a goddess amongst men.”

“Speaking of goddesses: Julie Andrews.” Y/n said. Steph hummed in agreement. “Princess Diaries marathon this weekend?”

“Y/n,” Dick interrupted. “You’ll be on a stakeout with Jason.”

“You think that will stop me?”

“No,” Dick admitted. “But... we‘re done. Everybody just go back to work.”

“You remind me of the Hulk.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jason looked away from the camera that was perched in the windowsill.

“You remind me of the Hulk,” Y/n repeated from her seat on a beanbag chair. She grabbed some goldfish and popped them in her mouth. The apartment where the stakeout was taking place was small and decrepit. When Y/n had first seen it, she’d said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna get tetanus.” Jason had locked the door before she could escape. (“If you wanted me alone, Jay, you could’ve just asked.”)

“How so?” Jason fought the urge to roll his eyes before turning back to stare out the grime-covered window.

“Well, first off, you’re fricking huge, but also a nerd.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a destructive green monster.” 

“I don’t know what you do outside of work.” Y/n shrugged. “But seriously, my dude. You need to stop working out. You’re making the rest of us look bad.” She reached over and poked Jason in the bicep.

“Are you flirting with me?” Jason smirked.

Y/n huffed and said, “you wish, Todd.” Thankfully, the walkie talkie crackled to life. “Talk to me, Goose,” Y/n snickered into the walkie talkie. 

Cass replied, “Maverick, we’re getting intel that Quinn and Isley are headed your way.”

“Thanks, man. Iceman’s keeping a watchout.”

“Iceman?!” Jason scoffed. “What makes me Iceman?!”

“Because you’re all stoic and impassive and eventually, you fall in love with me,” Y/n explained.

“I don’t remember Iceman and Maverick’s romance,” Cass’s voice was staticy and Jason was surprised she was still listening. 

“Come on,” Y/n’s eyebrows rose incredulously. “We could all feel the tension.” Cass hummed in acquiescence.

“L/n,” Jason shushed. “They’re here.” Y/n immediately quieted and turned off the walkie talkie. She went to sit next to Jason, making sure the camera was effectively hidden behind a screen. Outside, the pair could see a large truck pull up to the warehouse across the street. Out jumped Harley Quinn, her pigtails bouncing as she whistled. She skipped around the semi-truck and opened the door for her wife, Pamela Isley. Isley gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek and Y/n let out an ‘aw!’ Jason rolled his eyes and said, “just because they’re lesbians doesn’t mean they’re cute. They’ve committed many crimes.” 

“Being lesbians automatically makes them adorable and exempts them from all their crimes.”

Jason shushed her again and started taking pictures, the camera softly clicking away. Quinn opened the back of the semi and Isley pulled open the doors of the warehouse. Cheerfully, Quinn stacked boxes for Isley to roll away on a dolly. 

“What’s in the boxes?” Y/n wondered. 

“Do you think we’d be here if I knew?” Y/n glared at Jason’s response. 

Minutes passed, silent only for the snaps of the camera. Quinn and Isley continued to unload the truck and by the way they were piling them in the front of the warehouse, Y/n guessed that they were either moving the boxes soon or the warehouse was already filled. It wasn’t long before Isley slammed the truck door shut and blew a kiss to her wife. Quinn waved dramatically as Isley started the truck, leaving Quinn behind to man the warehouse. 

“Are we good?” Y/n asked. “Did we get all the pictures? Can we return to civilization and its cleaning supplies?”

“The apartment isn't that bad,” Jason said. “And no, we have to wait to see what Quinn’s doing.” Y/n groaned loudly and flopped over on her beanbag. “I figured this would happen,” Jason began to dig around his bag. “So I came prepared.” He pulled out some paper and pens and threw them at Y/n. “Draw me a picture or write me a story.” 

Y/n frowned at him. “What do you think I am? Five?” Jason shot her a knowing look and she muttered, “yeah, okay. That’s a pretty good idea.” Y/n sat down on the ground, mumbling about blastomycosis and mold poisoning. Jason silently wondered how she knew so much about diseases. Sitting back on her beanbag, Y/n uncapped a pen and started drawing. Or writing. Jason wasn’t really sure. He was more preoccupied with the case. 

After fifteen minutes, (Jason had hoped it would distract her for longer,) Y/n proudly showed Jason her drawing. “I even wrote a story to go with it!” She presented another piece of paper, filled with her scribbly handwriting. 

“What’s it about?” Jason asked, eyes slowly turning away from the camera and towards Y/n. 

“It’s a tragic love story between a marshmallow and a cup of hot chocolate who can never be together because the hot chocolate would melt the marshmallow, but the marshmallow stayed with the hot chocolate, even though it was slowly dying, because it loved the hot chocolate.” Y/n taped her picture and story up on the wall.

“Shakespeare would be put to shame,” Jason said after a moment of processing. Y/n nodded along. “Romeo and Juliet, who?” 

Y/n gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I think I love you.”

“I thought that was already established,” Cass’s voice came through the walkie talkie. 

Y/n quickly pressed the button. “You’re still there?” 

“L/n, this is an open police line.” Cass was rubbing her temples. “We need to be in constant contact with you.”

Jason snagged the walkie talkie away from Y/n and updated Cass. “Quinn’s still at the warehouse. L/n and I request to prolong our stay to keep tabs on her.” 

“Wait, we could still leave?!” 

“I’ll ask Wayne,” Cass said. “Stay sharp.” The line crackled and went silent. 

“Todd, why are we staying later than needed?” Y/n whined. “We could be back at the precinct right now.”

“Because this would be a big bust for us. If we shut down the Crime Queen’s operation, and maybe even catch one, that’d be a major operation off of the street.” He looked back at the detective. “Come on, Y/n. Think about it.” 

Y/n grumbled, but relented. “Fine.” She went back to scribbling on the paper, angrily huffing out profanities every now and then and asking Jason how to spell certain words. (“How the hell do you not know how to spell equipment?” “It’s a hard word!”)

“Cass, I’m transferring some pictures to you,” Jason spoke into the walkie talkie, sometime around ten fifteen at night. “I’m not seeing any activity right now, but I’ll keep you updated.”

“We’ll keep you updated,” Y/n corrected. “We’re a team, remember, Todd?” 

“You’re right,” Jason looked back at her. “I’m sorry. We’ll keep you updated.” He flipped off the walkie talkie and said, “if we’re a team, then do you want to take a turn at the camera?”

Y/n scrunched her nose. “Nah. I’ll just wait until you pass out from exhaustion to take my shift.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. “Really helpful.” 

“I know.”

It was late the next morning and Y/n was sitting dutifully by the window, letting Jason snore on the beanbag. She had the movie Deadpool on in the background, occasionally quoting things alongside Wade Wilson. “A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break! That’s like… sixteen walls,” she mumbled, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket she had stolen off of Jason. A loud honking lifted her from the edges of sleep and Y/n bolted upright, cursing. A sleek, black limo pulled in front of the warehouse and Y/n immediately radioed in to Cass. “Hey, Goose, we have a situation.” 

“What is it, Maverick?” Cass yawned, still following along with Y/n references.

“A black limo, licence plate…” Y/n took dozens of pictures. “PNGIN, just pulled into the lot. Sending evidence now.” She opened the precinct laptop Jason had packed and uploaded the photos. “I might need backup if an exchange is going down.” 

“Copy that,” Cass said. 

From the limo stepped a pudgy man in a three-piece suit with a large tophat. Y/n had to refrain herself from commenting on his appearance. “Jay, get up! Get up!” She kicked the beanbag chair and Jason awoke with a start, mumbling things about interrupting his sleep. “Oh my god, is that…” Y/n squinted through the camera lens, pressing the ‘talk’ button on the walkie talkie. “Cass! It’s Cobblepot! Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn!”

“-at?” It sounded like Cass said ‘what?’ but only clicked her button during the last half, surprise evident in her voice. “Lemme get Dick. And Wayne.” She added the Captain as if on second thought. 

After a tense minute where Y/n had to kick Jason again, Dick came on the radio. “L/n, report,” he commanded.

“Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn. I’ve sent the photos. I’m requesting a soft backup. Let me see what’s going on, but I want officers on hand. We could stop something big here, Sarge.”

“Copy that. You’ll get your officers. Where do you want them?”

“A half a block away,” she said. “And Dick? I need ‘em now. I don’t know what’s going on, but Quinn’s coming out to meet Cobblepot.”

Cass’s voice returned. “Y/n, Dick’s going to lead the officers himself. His ETA should be about ten minutes. Sit tight.”

“Will do, as soon as Todd WAKES UP!” Y/n kicked Jason in the shin, earning a loud “ow!”

“I’m up!” Jason shot up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What?”

“Fucking Cobblepot! You’re about to sleep through our bust! Bitch,” she clicked her tongue, ”wake up!”

“Cobblepot?” Jason said blearily. He raced the window, squinting down at the scene below. “Holy…”

“I know!” Y/n punched Jason on the shoulder excitedly. He flinched away from her, acting as if it had hurt. 

Y/n snapped pictures as Jason took over the computer, typing a report. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Cass said, “Backup’s here, just in case.”

“Thanks, Cain,” Jason said, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Quinn’s taking Cobblepot into the warehouse,” Y/n reported. “But I can’t see… do we have any footage of the interior?” 

“Would we be here if we had access inside?” Jason groaned. 

“Now I see why people avoid you in the morning,” Y/n grumbled back, shooting Jason a warning glare. She shoved a cereal box towards the man and Jason angrily shoved some food into his mouth. “Now you won’t be so fucking cranky,” she muttered.

“Stop fighting!” Cass demanded, “what do you see?”

“Nothing! Other than Cobblepot’s men standing ominously by his limo.” Y/n asked, “how come we don’t have limos? That would be so much cooler.”

Cobblepot stepped out of the warehouse, Quinn trailing behind him. He gestured to his men and a couple of them started loading boxes into the trunk of the limo. “We’ve got movement!” Y/n shouted into the walkie talkie. “If we’re going to arrest them, it’s gotta be now! We won’t get Isley, and she’ll probably break Quinn out of prison, but at least we’ll get Cobblepot.” 

“You’re just soft for your crime moms,” Jason exhaled sharply. 

Dick’s voice was hardly understandable through the radio, but Y/n and Jason watched from the window as Dick and his team surrounded Quinn and Cobblepot and his men. “I feel like we should help,” Jason mumbled.

“Do you have a zipline?” Y/n asked out of the blue.

“No… why?” Jason seemed hesitant to answer, concerned about the answer. 

“Dang it,” Y/n shook her head. “It would’ve been easy for us to join the fight if we could just zipline down there. It’d look so cool, too!” She mimed shooting down a zipline and fighting all the bad guys off. Jason chuckled. 

Dick eventually managed to apprehend Cobblepot and Quinn, the latter who threw a wink right to the window where Y/n and Jason sat. Y/n gasped and threw open the window, sticking her head out. “Hi!” she shouted down to the apprehended criminals. “Oh my gosh, you’re Harley Quinn! I’m a huge fan!”

“Hey!” Harley Quinn waved back before Dick handcuffed her. “Aren’t you just a sweetie pie?! Were you the one spying on us since Tuesday?” Her thick Brooklyn accent shouted up to the detectives.

“Yeah! That was me!” Y/n grinned. “I love you and your wife! Can you adopt me?”

“Oh, honey, we would love to!” Harley called. “But unfortunately, I may be going to jail.” She pouted sadly and then grinned hopefully. “Think you can do anything about that, sugar?”

Y/n frowned and said, “unfortunately, no I can’t, adopted mom. But, I can promise to turn the other cheek when my other adopted mom breaks you out.”

“Deal!” Harley winked again and said, “send me the adoption papers and I’ll sign anything.”

“I love you!” Y/n shouted as Dick shoved Quinn into the back of his police car, rolling his eyes. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Jason joined Y/n leaning on the windowsill, gazing over at her. 

“Nope.”

[hazbin-wannabe]

“Oh, Whiskey~”

Angel’s voice floats down from the foyer and Husk can’t help but snort at the new nickname.

“Whiskey? You talkin to me or that your drink-” Husk starts to ask, setting down the glass he’d been polishing and turning around, voice catching in his throat. “-order?” he managed to splutter out around his suddenly dry throat.

Angel is splayed out against the bar as per usual, but instead of his usual going-out get up, he’s drowning in an oversized red and black striped sweater with fuzzy socks to match. Husk’s heart thumps at the picture domesticity it paints in his head.

“Can’t it be both?” Angel winks, leaning further over the countertop, sweater slipping distractingly off his shoulder. Before Husk can catch himself, his gaze flicks down - and Angel’s sharp gaze follows, grin stretching across his cheeks like the cat caught the cream. 

“Oh? You like my new sweater, Husky?” Angel shimmies his shoulders, causing the material to slip further down.

Husk groans, pinching his nose between his fingers. He sets about fixing up Angel’s Peach Princess cocktail because ,flirty quips aside, Angel has never been a whiskey guy. 

“Heeey!” Angel whines when Husk doesn’t immediately take the bait. “I just thought I’d try out a new color palette. You don’t think it suits me?” Angel pouts and makes a show out of stretching one of his calves towards the ceiling to show off the thigh high socks before placing it daintily on the counter.

Husk rolls his eyes and swats his leg away. “No feet on my bar, Legs,” Husk scolds, aware of the smile in his voice.

Angel deflates suddenly, slumping against the side of the bar. “Aw come on, Husky!” He continues to prod, but this time there’s a timidness behind his tone that has Husk raising a brow. “Ya know, I wanted to try these colors cuz they, uh, reminded me…” Angel trails off. His eyes meet with Husk’s, scanning him up and down, before they quickly flit away and red dusts over his cheeks.

“Never mind!” Angel waves a hand flippantly, pulling up the shoulder of the sweater close to his neck. He then slides his drink towards him with a different hand, another one playing with the straw.  “Thanks for the drink!” 

Husk sighs, long and forlorn, turning his back to Angel to take a long pull from his personal bottle of whiskey.

“Ya look real cute,” he grumbles, then immediately cringes at himself, shoulders bunching up to his ears and face heating up.

The sound of Angel choking on his drink has him whipping his head back around. 

“W-What?!” Angel squawks.

Husk smirks then, reveling in having the upper hand for once. 

“I said…” Husk starts, leaning his elbows over the counter in Angel’s immediate space. “Ya look real cute in that sweater, babydoll.” 

Husk almost aborts when the nickname slips out, but when it makes Angel light up even redder, he quickly regains his confidence.

He edges closer into Angel’s space, his claws brushing against slender fingers. As if on instinct, Angel’s pinky finger latches onto Husk’s at the touch. Angel looks surprised and flushes a shade darker, opening his mouth, likely with an excuse on his tongue.

Husk doesn’t let him, simply slipping Angel’s hand into his grip and bringing it up to his lips.

“Red and black suits you,” he purrs, purposefully fluttering his wings to show-off their matching pattern. “You should wear them more often,” he smirks against Angel’s fingers, then presses a kiss to the back of his hand. 

Husk then gently places Angel’s hand back down on the counter, waiting for a comeback.

Instead, Angel gapes at Husk like a goldfish before crying out and burying his face in his hands.

Warm laughter explodes from Husk’s chest at the sight. 

Cute, he thinks, but doesn’t voice it this time. 

“Haha! Come on, man, I gave you the perfect opening for that one, too!” Husk goads. 

Angel cries out again, running his hands down his face that’s still beet red. “You’re not playin’ fair, Husk, that was… ugh… that was too suave! Ya got a girl blushin’ to her toes over here!” Angel finally lifts his face out of his hands to fan at it dramatically with all four hands. 

Angel’s eyes crinkle on a laugh, sparkling with something that makes Husk’s chest thump again. 

Husk rides on the high of that feeling and winks, unable to resist the temptation to tease, “And I meant it, cutie.”

Angel shrieks, covering his entire face with two arms and pulls his knees into his chest with the other two. “Ohmygawd, enough, enough! You won, you’re too smooth, I’m gonna explode!”

Husk chuckles along with Angel’s theatrics and takes another swig of his whiskey while Angel pulls himself together. When Angel has gained some sense of composure, he slicks his hair back and takes a hardy gulp of his cocktail, eyes glimmering with mirth.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take the win. But for what it’s worth…” Husk looks at Angel pointedly, then flicks the rim of his hat. “I really do think red and black are your colors.”

“Husk!” Angel squeels, picking a peach ring out of his drink and throwing it at Husk’s hat, knocking it off his head. 

Husk is about to protest that he really wasn’t even trying to rile Angel up that time. Instead, he simply shrugs, takes a languid sip of his drink and basks in the warm feeling bubbling his chest as Angel pouts and throws a marichino cherry at his face as payback. 

Ahhhh!! I'm obsessed!! This was such a fun little collab, thanks so much!!

[starglitterz]

♡ AMERICANO.

❝ baby, take a chance on me! give me one sign and you will see. // crushing on the local barista ❞

✧ feat : xiao x gn!reader

✧ a/n : FIRST POST OF THE YEAR!! yk it had to be my beloved xiao <3 here's to a fourth year with my baby hehe

✧ note : this is a very late entry to ying's cafe week for the prompt americano !

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“uh, hi. could i please get a…” you flash what you’re certain is the most awkward grin of your life at the poor barista, who’s currently running the cashier as well. you swear you’re never the type to hold up a queue, pondering for ages over what to drink to get – in fact, you always get the exact same drink. it’s just that the way the barista’s pretty amber eyes almost seem to gleam in the late afternoon sun has you stumbling over your words, barely able to form coherent sentences; it’s so embarrassing you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, you're lucky there's no one else in the line behind you.

“your usual?” he raises an eyebrow, a few strands of jade hair tumbling out of his loose bun to frame his face, and holy archons this man is such a masterpiece he belongs in a museum. you gape at him for a few seconds, opening and closing your mouth like a goldfish before you realise how stupid you must look and you scramble for a reply, “how do you know?!” the corner of his lips quirk up into what might be a smile, “you order the same drink every time.” you’re fumbling for a retort when he continues, “and you come here three times a day.” now you’re ninety-nine percent certain your face is on fire.

“that’s true…” you mutter sheepishly before making a valiant attempt to defend yourself, “but maybe i just really like coffee!” “i think you drink too much coffee,” he chuckles softly as he writes your name on the cup. you’re freaking out over the fact that what has to be the world’s cutest barista is actually aware of your existence, he recognises you instead of seeing you as just another customer from the endless throngs of students that flock to the campus coffee shop daily. then you gasp, “wait. how do you know my name?!” he lifts an eyebrow once more, “i just told you that you order coffee here three times a day. you say your name every time.” great. now he definitely thinks you’re an idiot. it’s not your fault that all your braincells seem to fly out of your head every time you see him!

“oh.” you laugh weakly as you pull your wallet out of your bag, “that makes sense.” mentally, you’re slamming your head against the wall, cursing yourself for being so head-over-heels that you can’t even carry a normal conversation with the barista. as he types your total, he suddenly murmurs so softly that you have to struggle to catch it, “it’s a pretty name, though.” “o-oh, you think so?” the compliment makes your brain short-circuit, but thankfully you manage a proper response, “i like your name too… xiao.” saying his name out loud almost makes you spontaneously burst into flames, which honestly would be pretty inconvenient for the rest of the customers in the coffee shop. not to mention you doubt it would endear you to xiao if you exploded in the middle of his workplace.

you aren't sure if it's just your imagination, but you think that xiao's ears look a little red as he taps on the screen in front of him. then he clears his throat, “you know what, today's drink is on the house.” “what?! really?!” your eyes light up and xiao meets your gaze for a split second before looking away, the faintest pink tinge dusting his cheeks as he starts making your drink, “yeah.” your heart's beating at a million miles per hour from just this small interaction, but you swallow your nerves and give yourself a pep talk as you wait to receive your drink. you never know unless you try, right?

and as xiao turns to give your drink, you blurt, “icouldtakeyououtonadate!” he blinks slowly, cat-like, and furrows his brow in confusion, “sorry, what did you say?” doing your best not to melt into a puddle on the ground, you mumble, “to make up for the free coffee, i could take you out to lunch or something.” there’s a pause, and you quickly continue, “only if you want to, of course!” you're cursing yourself for even daring to be so bold, there's no way he'd want to go out with a caffeine addict like you- “i'd like that.” his reply is so unexpected you look at him incredulously, “what?” “i said, i’d like to go for lunch with you,” now xiao's face is bright red, and he's gripping your coffee cup so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

at this point, you think that you could jump over the moon. “oh! that's great!” you beam, and xiao thinks that your smile is like the sun, “maybe sunday?” “sure,” he smiles, and it's the most adorable thing you've ever seen, “it's a date.” he turns away after saying that to hide his blush, and with the biggest, cheesiest grin on your face you reply, “yeah, it's a date.”

(and later when you finally drink your coffee, you realise xiao has scribbled his number on the side of the cup. maybe all this time you were crushing on the local barista, he was crushing on you too.)

wahhh i missed writing 🥹 i tried something new with this one, i usually prefer writing confident and flirty readers so i hope this is okay for a first time hehehe. hope you enjoyed! <3

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