#yeah!! oink man

[sonnythefrog]

walyer ehite bad guy. he mean to my jesse

[liliacamethyst]

Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

 Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B.  with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head. 

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are  paying our old friend Lyla a little  surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly. 

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

 He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder. 

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.” 

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt,  flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-" 

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.” 

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms. 

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"  

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..." 

 "Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a  low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight. 

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat.  Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next. 

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms. 

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day." 

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years. 

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible." 

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence. 

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?" 

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.” 

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light. 

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

 It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know.  Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?" 

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last. 

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit. 

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.” 

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption"

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

[deadghosy]

I was wondering if you could do a miniso penguin reader being a delivery boy for all of hell (mostly hazbin)

I JUST LOOKED IT UP AND OMGGGG ITS SO CUTEEE🦆💗🦆 AND YES I WILL! THANK YOU MY GHOST

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: you deliver mail all over hell, but mostly to your favorite place!

Okay starters off….you definitely get petted by the sinners who walk by you. Like you are so adorable!

I headcannon that you have a magic barrier that activates when you are in danger. Like say for example, a sinner tried to stab and mug but a bubble appears around you as you quack and roll away.

But like…you are the most known person in hell. YOU COULD BE WALKING AND GIVING MAIL AND IMMEDIATELY- “Hey [reader]!”

Yeah you’re quite known🦆🔥

The overlords love you! Carmilla adores you as you help her move her things around with her supplies of angelic metal. And Alastor….he joked about eating you up because of how cute you are..you definitely hide behind carmilla as she glared at him.

Alastor said sorry as he buys you ice cream for scaring you. (Charlie made him do it after carmilla snitched on him)

The most place you love giving mail to is the hazbin hotel! You like it there as you always get greeted by the people there gently. Charlie would pet you as she gushes how cute you are and how you should’ve been an angel.

Husk just pokes at your chubby and cute body as you quack and rub your face in his leg. You are the size of a penguin so guess how small you are 😭💗

You and fat nuggets are best friends, dead ass you both speak animal to each other and just gossip… “quack…” “oink oink..” “QUACK?!” You yelled pointing to Alastor as fat nuggets nodded seriously. Angel tried to record it but he just couldn’t help but laugh

Lucifer loves you! Like at first he would just watch you around hell secretly as he didn’t want to scare you off too easy. But soon he felt over protective at how pure and nice you are to other sinners and hell born

I headcannon every time it’s extermination, you would be forced to be at the hotel as you bake cookies to past the time helping Charlie and the other feel less stress as the angels kill the sinners.  

“So like…do you lay eggs or somethin'?” Angel asked looking at the egg boiz under you as they are sound asleep. You just stay there like a mama penguin as you shrugged.

“[READER] I CHOSE YOU!” Vaggie yells as you waddle to a person and hug them in need. Its funny to imagine you being used a Pokémon who’s only attack is “HUG SURPRISE!”

I headcannon you to use a rolling attack. LIKE FOR EXAMPLE, you are getting chased so you roll like a ball and BOWLING BALL THEY ASS! STRIKEEE‼️‼️

You have a room in the hotel, it’s just you don’t stay there often. But the other would loved if you stayed at the hotel with them as they find you lovely to around. Like imagine how cool it is to be tired from delivering mail all day just to go to the hotel and see your own room.

Immediately passing out in the soft bed😭🦆

I imagine you walking, more like waddling and the egg boiz just copy your waddling as they are still baby chickens in eggs.

Velvette definitely has you go to her section of the vee tower so you can wear those cute sailor boy outfits 😭 like imagine how cute that is….

Sir Pentious and nifty love you also as they find you adorable. The egg boiz love you, and nifty….she just finds you interesting how every sinner knows who you are and wants to be your best friend.

I can see you being sick and not coming to deliver mail to the hotel, and immediately you wake up sniffling as you waddle to your door to see a bunch of gift baskets as you quack surprised at all those candies and get better cards….man you are loved

[changetyre]

Can you feed me a fic?

Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink

Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room

Or both

Stay hydrated love

One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ

SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.

WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!

A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀

"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.

"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.

"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.

You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.

"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.

Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.

"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.

You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.

"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.

"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.

"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.

"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.

"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.

"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.

"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.

"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.

"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.

"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.

"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.

"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.

"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.

"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.

"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.

"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.

You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.

"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.

"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.

Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.

"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.

Part 2

[beast-of-gluttony]

The Office Pig (Rapid WG)

Hm? Oh we ordered pizza for the office today? Hm, I've been trying to drop some of this weight but...a little junk food won't hurt right? I'll just work it off at the gym later.

Huh? You ordered everyone their own pizza? That seems kinda like overkill...but I guess it'll be good leftovers later.

Ooof, man two pieces hits harder than it used too...are they making pizzas bigger these days? It is really good though. I'm pretty stuffed, but one more slice couldn't hurt!

Man, everythings starting to feel kinda tight, wish I'd worn something comfier today...

Oh yeah, that's good *burp* stuff! Is there any left? I could go for a few more slices! Is there still more? I know everyone got one but...

There is more? Great! I'll take a few more pieces.

Diet? Nah, I don't do diets haha. I mean, not like I could ever lose this gut right? Nothing wrong with being a little hefty though.

Shit, I think one of my buttons may have popped open...but I just have to have more of that pizza...there's still some left right? A whole box? And I can have it all to myself?!

You guys are the best. You know I've always been a hungry guy haha.

Hey don't poke my stomach like that! Yeah yeah, I know I've been waddling more, you don't gotta remind me.

You all keep treating me like this and you'll have to roll me home.

Mmf...I think...*urp* I might struggle to get home today...it's hard to stand for some reason...I don't remember *huff* struggling this much.

Huh? My weight? Yeah, I've kinda always been the big guy in the office haha. And it's not like I'm gonna haul my fat ass to the gym everyday. I'd rather just relax and enjoy some good food at home ya know?

What? A new promotion?

O-Office Pig?! W-Well, if it pays that good...

My first job is to get rid of all this extra pizza? I think I can *oink* do that...🐽

[figscigfigs]

my favorite moments of episode 9 of fantasy high junior year!!:

the vulture king being silly and accommodating ("kiss him!!!" "no i know that's a trick" *fig kisses him on the beak* "okay so he's into it")

zac’s tactical yorbies “are you a god?” “i don’t know man”

slow bus on grass, ruben chasing it, and tucker, the illusory man who doesn’t know he’s an illusion (also murph’s reaction to the bus “what’s is wanda’s actual deal?!?!?!”)

“do you have a fucking warrant”

kristen rolling really well to get the rat’s attention and then gorgug just saying “kristen i don’t know if it can vote”

there’s definitely no rat stores with rat mannequins in the rat world under the school…

“sick, we’re gonna find your husband” “or wife” “or wife!! or…. partner”

the discovery of yolanda and lucy and the half done cleanup/reporting stuff actually stressed my tf out and i didn’t appreciate it however kristen’s ritual was so beautiful and she got her spells back!!

IDENTITY SPELL!!! ("i actually really like you" “who said that” “figeroth faeth" "oh! i like you too!! you've ever considered learning me?? you could multiclass wizard!!" "yeah... add it to the fucking pile")

fabian spending money to help his friends on their relaxation rolls

GORGUG STOOD UP TO PORTER YEAHHHHHH (“is this you oinking at an officer of the law?”)

AYDA MENTION!!!!!!!

clamface cunthead

[idkfitememate]

What about boar!creator running into diona on her way to find a fresh batch of poiso-*cough cough* I mean ingredients :) and maybe helping out? Say giving her the worst tasting herbs and such?

Diona Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar x Diona & Klee (others)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 902

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, platonic relationships

“Stupid drunks… stupid men… stupid stupid…”

Here in the wild we find a small calico cat girl. She seems to be looking for something..! Herbs!

As a very helpful Boar (who now craves attention from characters) you quietly begin to make you way over.

“Mmm… where’s all the good stuff? It’s usually here…” she continued to mutter, lost in her own world. And then you oinked.

“KYAAAAAA!-“

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍯🍮🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

A arrow embedded with cryo stuck out of a tree beside you. And you both stared at each other.

Gently, you walked towards the scared cat girl, before gently nuzzling into her leg.

And then you hit her with the…

✨Puppy-Boar Eyes✨

You nudged your snout into her leg, and then into her little bundle of not-so-safe herbs.

“Hello little boar… do you want to help..?” She was hesitant, of course that was to be expected, but when you squealed in happiness, a smile immediately graced her face.

“A nice boar? Don’t see that every day. Alright little boar, let’s get some pois- I mean herbs!”

And with that, you both set off into the forest. You led her to all the best spots, keeping danger away by guarding her, always watching her back. Walking behind her and letter her pet your fur when startled.

Eventually her pockets and your maw were stuffed with herbs and plants. It got to the point where you had to calm down Teyvat from giving you two to many, as to not give away anything about your being the Creator…

Shockingly, no churls, slimes or whopperflowers jumped out of anywhere to attack… wonder why…

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍰🍮🧁୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

HOLY SHIT SHE WANTED YOU TO FOLLOW HER INTO MONDSTADT?!?!??

“C’mon boar! I want you to come in! The people deserve to see the fact that a boar was more helpful than a full grown man!-“

The child pulled against your tusks as you pulled back, struggling against each other.

“C’mon…c’mon..!” “Heya Diona!” You recognized that voice.

KLEE!!1!1!1!111!1!1!!!!2

Your jaw dropped and flowers fell out, your tail wagging behind you. You honestly wanted to bolt over and poke her chubby cheeks!

“Hi Klee! Can you help with these plants? I don’t know if the boar wants to keep helping me…” Oh no she’s sad-

You picked up your herbs and settled your nerves. Klee’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Ooooo! A painted boar! With a hilichurl mask! Where’d ya find it?” “It was just out in the open and offered to help.” “Cool!”

You watched the interaction with your heart swelling with love. Gods they were so cute!~

You snorted again, getting the attention back on you, walked towards the city and Klee giggled. Taking some herbs from your mouth and Diona’s hands, you three made your way into the city.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍫🍭୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“Where. Is. Klee.” Jean was unamused. She asked Kaeya to watch Klee as she went out. And what does she find? A frantic Kaeya, but no Klee.

“I was watching for one second, blinked, and she was gone. I SWEAR I was watching her Jean.” Kaeya was flipping couch cushions and pulling books off the shelf in Jeans office.

“I already checked the other building I’m sure she-“ “GIRLS GET AWAY FROM THAT WILD BOAR!-“

“…”

“…”

“I guess we found her..! Hooray?..”

“…Watch you back Kaeya.”

The duo ran out of the Knights building, rushing down steps just to see Klee, Diona, Venti, Bennett and Razor (why was he in the city??) all surrounding a odd looking boar.

“STAY AWAY FROM THEM THEY DID NOTHING WRONG!!!” Yelled Diona.

“YEAH! THEY HELPED DIONA AND KLEE GET HOME!” Called Klee.

“Well I need to check something… important…” Said Venti, eerily-

Oh god your gonna die-

“THAT’S THE BOAR WE WERE TALKING ABOUT!!” Shouted Bennett

“YEAH! THAT IS ODD SMELLING BOAR!!” Screamed Razor.

You really were gonna die-

“Settle down now everyone. What’s going on here? And Klee? Please stop running off.” Jean sounded exhausted, which was fair.

“THATS THE BOAR!” Continued Benett, “THE ONE WE WERE TELLING YOU GUYS ABOUT!”

“Bennett, come on now. There’s no need to keep that up. There is no way a boar could summon Andrius and then all the four winds.” Jean replied.

“It helped me gather herbs. And led me and Klee back to Mondstadt.” Diona countered. Jean simply let out a sigh.

Venti just kept staring at you. You really were going to die by his hands, huh?-

Soon all the noises of their voices became a cacophony of noise around the now slightly overstimulated boar.

So what did you do?

Cause a fucking wind storm of course!

Or, to be more specific….

Called Davalin to pick your ass up and fly you away from this god awful situation!

With the wind whipping around them wildly, the small group looked on in awe at the large dragon that seemed to descend for no real reason.

He simply breathed out a sigh before nudging a shocked Jean and Venti out of the way, offering his back to the now perked up boar.

You did your best boar smirk, before trying your damndest to climb on his back (he ended up helping you with gusts of wind) before taking off into the skies.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Is Jean still mad at Klee for running off?”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : This took so long because final reviews are kicking my ass-

Hope this sufficed, I know it isn’t the best, but I hope you still enjoyed it! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I have a suggestion for Teenagers: you and Hobie are tasked with taking care of MayDay since Peter B. is out with MJ. The rest is up to you!

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟏𝟔

It was the second time that you and Hobie have watched Mayday, she seemed to like you both a lot and you were the first people Peter came to.

“Hey, Miguel. Sorry to barge in here, but is y/n around?”

“She’s in her room.” Miguel muttered, laying down on the couch as he stared at the TV.

“You alright, man?” Peter walked over to him, Mayday on his shoulder.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s not how someone who’s fine says I’m fine.”

“I’m fine.”

He was not fine. He thought you were growing up too fast, since he caught you both the other day making out and grinding on each other. Keeping his mouth shut and not saying anything cause he respected you both, and then your powers are back and he was scared.

He didn’t know what to do, Miguel O’Hara for once did not know what to do.

“Alright..” Peter said, going into your room.

He knocked on the door, mayday copying him.

“Come in.” You said, peter opened the door to Hobie sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth, your controller in hand as you sat cross cross apple sauce on the bed.

“Peter? What’s up?” You said.

“I was wondering if you could watch Mayday for a few hours. Me and Mj are going on a date and-“

“Oh sure! We’d love to!” You smiled as he handed you a backpack and Mayday.

You smiled at her as she reached her hands out for you, then she looked at Hobie was put the game down.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, ain’t that right?” Hobie said, Grabbing Mayday and smiling at her.

“Alright, well I gotta get going. I’ll see you guys. Thank you so much, I’ll pay you guys later-“

“Don’t worry bout’ it.” Hobie said.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You said.

“Thank you. Bye.” He said, and left. He glanced at Miguel on the couch, drinking a bottle of vodka.

“Y’Know Miguel…”

“What?” He groaned and turned to Peter.

“You have a good daughter. You should be proud.” He said, and then opened the door and left.

“Alright, May, whatcha wanna do?” Hobie said, as she crawled around on the bed.

She babbled as Hobie spoke, and she smiled when you started to tickle her, laughing.

You laughed at her when she grabbed the controller, and started to press the buttons. Hobie and you both watched in amusement as she played the game.

“Look, you’re playin’ as your uncle Hobie.” He joked, as she moved the character back and fourth.

She climbed onto the walls soon after she got bored of that, and climbed onto the ceiling. Hobie quirked an eyebrow as he climbed up there with her, just to make sure she was safe.

You shook your head at them, and laughed when Hobie failed to catch her, because as soon as he reached her, she hung upside down on a web. Hobie copied her, and you grabbed mayday quickly.

You looked at Hobie “Make sure all your blood doesn’t go to your brain.” You said, laughing when he shrugged, still hanging upside down.

He laughed as well as he got down. He sat on the floor with you and Mayday and ruffled the both of your guys hair, you both laughed at him.

After a while, you went to go take a shower, you brought your clothes in the bathroom so you could change in there instead.

You glanced at Miguel, on the couch, drinking himself away. You frowned to yourself and just went to the bathroom.

After the shower, you walked into Hobie and Mayday talking. He was trying to get her to take a nap.

“The cow says moo, and the butterfly.. well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’ and the pig says-“

“Oink?” You said, watching him from the doorway.

“Nah, the pig says you have the right to remain silent.”

Mayday gave him a weird look. And you just laughed and rolled your eyes. Mayday yawned and her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed.

Hobie grabbed a small blanket, that you and him used for a picnic once, and tucked her in with it.

You smiled at him, he went onto the floor and sat with you. You put your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“I love you.” You mumbled, and he looked at you.

“I love you too.” He kissed your forehead.

You both just sat in silence, growing tired and falling asleep with your head on him.

Miguel stumbled through the halls, and peaked into your room. The door was kept open, like he had asked.

With the bottle in his hand, he looked on the bed and then looked at you asleep on Hobie.

He shut his eyes, and he sat on the wall outside your door. He screwed his eyes shut, and his tears started to fall. He put the bottle next to him, and quietly buried his face into his knees.

The bottle next to him was oh so tempting in this moment. He looked at it, and took a large swig. He would most definitely be hungover in the morning.

Lyla appeared next to him, ready to alert him about a new anomaly, before she spotted him. She sat there for a while, and then disappeared.

He made his way to this room, staring into the distance and thinking.

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[selineram3421]

An Ansgty fic about Platonic!Angel Dust with a 13 y/o fem!reader that has very bad trust issues but they somehow manage to form a strong big bro <--> lil sis bond??? Maybe he comes back to the hotel all bruised up thanks to Valentino (ugh, how I hate that man 👌👁👄👁) and when reader tries to help him he snaps due to the stress of the situation and yells at her/throws something her way and now the reader is scared that Angel might hurt her, so he reaches out slowly trying to make it up for his error but the reader flinches away from him, running stairs down to lock herself in her room and to not came out for 1 week only letting Charlie and Nifty enter her room??

I agree, Valentino is literal garbage.

You Ok?

Angel and Child (T) Fem Reader

Platonic Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, trust issues, trauma/ptsd, Valentino being a piece of shit, injuries-blood/bruising, yelling/throwing things, mentions of murder, hurt/comfort ⚠

~

"I'm gonna head to work.", Angel says, picking up his bag with work items and putting on his jacket.

"Ok.", you nod, carrying Fat Nuggets.

"If ya go out, make sure you ain't followed. Keep an eye on your surroundings, be sure ta take your phone and a weapon.", your older brother says and pats the top of your head.

You nod again with a smile.

"Good. You have my number and the hotel staff is around, 'kay? Make sure ta tell 'em somethin' if some guest is being an asshole to you.", he says and kisses Fat Nuggets on the top of their head. "There's a twenty in my vanity drawer, bye!"

Once he leaves, you and Fat Nuggets look at each other.

"Wanna raid the candy pantry?", you ask, earning an oink in return. "I didn't hear a no!"

Putting the pig down, you go out of Angel's hotel room and close the door behind you two.

"Ok, on three.", you get ready to run. "One, two.."

The pink little pig also readies himself.

"Three!", you shout.

Both of you race down the hall.

.

"What did I say Angel baby?"

The spider demon backed up till he hit a wall, having no where to run. Valentino steps closer, placing a hand on his employee's cheek.

"I told you not to talk when dancing. You know how much costumers like quiet pretty things.", the moth demon coos softly.

Its a false sense of security.

The soft touch turns into a violent one when Valentino clutches onto the spider's jaw tightly.

"Ack!", Angel gasps and tries to push the demon's hand away.

"Let's teach you again, yes?"

🕸

Hours have passed.

You and Fat Nuggets lay on the lobby couches, bored out of your minds.

There was not much to do.

You were sitting at the bar with your pig companion, playing find the broken glass. But Husk quickly told you to beat it and that he didn't want to deal with anyone today.

"He deals with random demons all the time! Dang cat works at the bar for Satan's sake!", you huff.

"Oink oink", Fat Nuggets snorts.

"Yeah, yeah. I know.", you reply and turn to lay on your side. "Charlie is doing whatever, Vaggie is with her, Niffty is..somewhere, and the red guy doesn't like being around me or Angel.", you list of with a groan. "And Pentious is annoying."

The pig rolls onto his stomach and sniffs at you with little snorts.

"I just wish there was more fun around here. I can't really do anything.", you mumble.

The sound of the lobby doors opening catches your attention, making you sit up from the couch and look to see who walked in.

Its your brother, covered in bruises and blood. He wears a pained grimace as he limps into the lobby.

"Angel!", you shout, rolling off the couch and run up to him. "Are you ok? What happened? Oh god, your eye is swelling. Let's get you some ice and-", you reach out to him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he snaps, hitting you away with his bag and letting it go.

The bag slams into the wall and falls to the floor, the room becoming deadly silent.

.

Angel just got back from work and everything hurt. Valentino kicked him out for the day since the bruises wouldn't look too attractive to costumers.

All he saw was red but his other senses were on high. So the spider demon reacted on instinct when there was a loud voice and a hand coming toward him.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

He knows the bag hit someone before flying to the wall. When he takes a second to calm down and looks at the small demon backing up, he realizes who it was.

"Oh shit-", Angel gasps, letting your name slip out with guilt. "Kid, I didn't mean to-", he moves forward with a hand lifting up towards her.

She flinches back clutching their arm, shivering in fear as tears roll down their cheeks.

"Don't touch me!", she manages to get out before running off.

"Wait, kid!", he tries to go after them but hisses at the pain coming from his leg.

Stumbling over to the wall, Angel leans against it and slowly lowers himself onto the floor. The spider demon doesn't notice he's crying until Fat Nuggets comes up to him to lick off the tears that have fallen on his hands.

"I'm sorry.", he whispers before closing his eyes tightly and sobbing, covering his face with two of his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!", his other set of arms wrap around his legs as he balls himself up before whimpering out another apology.

🕸

You locked yourself up in your hotel room and the little door for Fat Nuggets. Not wanting to risk it, you also angled a chair under the doorknob. Just the thought of Angel kicking down your door and beating you was terrifying.

Not again. I don't want that to happen again. You think of how your living life was and close your eyes. They're dead! I killed them twice! They're gone!

There was some comfort from holding the pillow and burying your face into it. All you wanted to do was stay hidden away until he forgot about you.

A knock on the door made you jump.

"Hey, you ok in there?", the voice of the princess comes through. "I brought dinner."

You slowly get off the bed and quietly make your way over to the door. Taking a peak through the gap on the bottom of the door and feeling the vibrations on the floor, you confirm that its only her outside.

Upon the door opening slowly, Charlie smiles at you in relief.

"Alastor made your favorite.", the blonde says.

"Thanks Ch-Charlie.", you stutter and quickly take the plate, widening the door gap for a second to bring the food inside, closing the door and locking it.

"Oh. I wanted to talk, is that ok?", she asks.

"I don't really want to go out and talk right now.", you say, moving the chair back.

"How about just talking like this? You don't have to leave your room or open the door.", the princess offers. "I just want to make sure you're ok."

"I'm..ok.", you say, rubbing your arm.

"Mentally?", she asks.

You stay quiet for a few seconds.

"Is anyone mentally ok in Hell?", you answer her question with a question.

She sighs and you hear her shift outside the door. You sit down, leaning your back against the wall and pick at your food.

"That is a really good question.", Charlie says. "However the answer is obvious."

You eat a bit of the food.

"Can you tell me what happened?", she asks after a bit.

"Angel-", you take in a deep breath before continuing. "Angel came back from work all beat up. I was worried a-and reached out to him but then he..", you take another breath, feeling your chest ache at the memory. "He hit me with his bag."

Your curl up into a ball and hug yourself.

"Is he ok?", you ask in a whisper.

"Vaggie took care of him, he's ok.", she says.

"That's good.", you hiccup, hugging yourself tighter.

"I'll come back in the morning, or I'll send Niftty to check up on you, ok?", Charlie says.

You can hear shifting outside. She probably sat on the floor too.

"Thank you for telling me. That took a lot of courage.", she says before saying goodnight and leaving.

.

Angel skipped work.

He didn't want to go back, and he also needed to apologize to you. Problem was that you didn't leave your hotel room for almost a whole week, only opening the door for Niffty or Charlie. The princess suggested that they'd do a therapy session, but he didn't want to do that. It would make it seem forced and he wanted his sister to know that he was not forced to apologize.

So on the seventh day of her being locked up in her room, he got all of their favorite snacks and went over.

Angel knocked on their door, but she didn't answer. "Hey, I got you some snacks.", the spider demon says.

Nothing.

"You ok kid? You've been in your room for a week now. Everyone's been worried. Heck, even Husk!", he waits for a response, but still doesn't get one.

Sighing, he goes to sit down and leans his back against the door, placing the snacks next to him.

"I should'a came by and said this earlier but I'm sorry.", he says and looks down at the floor. "I didn't mean to hit you, I reacted on instinct. It..", he bites his lip before continuing. "It was a trauma response. I heard you being loud and when you tried to touch me I freaked out."

He looks up and covers his eyes with one of his arms, trying not to cry.

"I just want you ta know that I'd never hurt you on purpose. And-", he sniffs and starts wiping the tears that start falling. "What I did wasn't ok and I understand if you don't trust or forgive me, I understand if you hate me now and never want to speak or see me again.", the mascara he had put on earlier was now ruined. "I just want you to know its ok. All I want is for you to be safe. I'll be happy with just knowing that you're ok."

Suddenly he falls back, before he can hit the ground, he's engulfed into a hug from behind. The spider demon feels her hold onto him tighter and also as she leans her head against his back.

"You're ok, right?", they mumble. "You're not hurt anymore?"

"I'm ok.", he confirms, moving an arm back to pat the top of her head. "Are you ok? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

His sister nods and sniffles.

"C'mon. Sibling cuddle therapy.", he says before moving them into a proper hug, letting her rest their head on his chest. "Let's watch movies and get sugar high, we can even do some pranks on the girls.", he lists off, petting their head with one hand and rubbing their back with another as the other set of arms just holds them.

"Mhm.", she hums in agreement.

"Ok, I'ma pick ya up now. 'kay?", he says and lifts them up after they nod, making sure to grab the snacks as well.

He carries them over to his room.

"Fat Nuggets misses ya.", he said before opening the door.

"I missed him too.", his sister replied. "I missed you."

"I missed you too kid."

~

Charlie and Vaggie saw the whole thing on the security cameras.

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

@ducky-died-inside @c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Omg you love slashers too?? What do you think about Billy Lenz in Black Christmas or Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre??

Rat Man and Giant Teddy Bear

Instead of going into how much I love Black Christmas, let's talk about these dirty, dirty men.

I love scrawny rat men. Will he molest me? Will he stab me? Who knows, and frankly, who cares. If I can get a squeeze of his tiny little ass in before I'm sent to hell, it will have been worth it. I'm no masochist (debatable) but men who act like they'll peel off my skin just because they think I'm pretty make me want to be locked in a tiny cage. And if you have a dehumanizing kink, even better, because Billy will call you a piggy and a whore but probably never by your name ❤️

Stalk me, harass me, threaten to eat me out, masturbate into my pillows, and then after all that foreplay, rip me open and play with my guts? Sounds like a date.

And Thomas..

Yeah, he's a cannibal, but he can eat this ass

He's a giant of a man, and I don't understand how that could ever be an insult. I want him to sit on my lap so I can hold him like a giant stuffed animal, I do not care if he hurts my legs. He has the filth of a rat man, with his luscious locks that need to be washed and blood stains that will never come out, but the air of a man who'd be scared of pushing your boundaries (like a gentleman). And imagine getting your back snapped in half by him, both sexually and not. Sure, his life style feels like Christian based, trad wife, barefoot in the kitchen with a baby on your back, making human stew, you're never leaving this house, kind of life, but would it be worth it? Maybe. Even without a uterus, even if you were the more dominant in the bedroom, I feel like you would be delegated to house spouse duties, simply because Thomas would love you too much for you to get blood on your hands.

Thomas brings out my "I can save him" side, where as Billy makes me want to be broken down like the pig that I am.

Oink oink.

[myrockandrollking]

Unfortunately, my grandma is the only person irl who shares my love of the Beatles, so we had a movie night and watched a Hard Day's Night and it was a blast! Here are some of my thoughts and comments on the film and some of my favorite parts/quotes (sorry if it's out of order):

• the opening is obviously iconic, I love how George and Ringo fall and almost get fucking trampled and we aren't even a minute in yet

• also the way John just laughs at them took me tf out, I love it

• "he's very c l e a n"

• Paul's grandfather was fucking helarious

• my grandma was singing all of the songs so loudly that I couldn't hear any of them 💀

• "Tell me, how did you find America?" "Turn left to Greenland"

• "What do you call that hairstyle you are wearing?" "Arthur"

• the entire part where George is mistaken for a teen model had me cackling

• "do not breathe on me, Adrian"

• "grotty" should be used more

• I love how the manager was basically just like a babysitter trying to take care of four out of control children

• I did not appreciate the Ringo's nose slander, his nose is beautiful

• Ringo's wack ass dancing was so amusing to me

• "Do I snore, John?" "Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son."

• John randomly oinking like a pig caught me off guard tbh

• Ringo being protective of his drums is literally me with my guitar

• "Put yer tongue away, it looks disgustin hangin out, all pink and naked."

• all of the songs were bangers, ofc

• all of the John in the bath scenes give me pure serotonin, I love his goofy ass

• me and my grandma sang a duet of And I Love Her when it came on and it was so fun and sweet

• I'm so sad that they didn't add "You Can't Do That" into the film since it's my favorite song on the album

• since I watched Nowhere Boy directly before this and almost cried, this line tore out my heart

• the scenes of Ringo with the kid were so random but also so wholesome

• the whole mistaken identity scene with John and the lady had me laughing and blushing, oh my God

• since my grandma is a George girl, she was simping hardcore during his song, it was so cute

• she literally yelled "I've got dibs on George!"

• my grandma also doesn't laugh when she thinks stuff is funny for some reason, so it was basically just me cackling in the otherwise silent living room the whole time

• she kept looking over to me throughout the film and finally said, "man, you're all over John the whole movie, huh?" 😭

• please, she can't talk, this women literally ran up to the TV and touched George's face 🤣

• okay, I know I'm going to sound delusional as fuck but just hear me out-

During this exact particular scene:

I swear to God, for a second I thought I could smell John through the screen. So, the whole room just smelled like nothing basically, but when the camera was on John straight ahead in this scene after he's talking to the lady in the hall, my senses just exploded basically. I suddenly smelled strong tobacco and cigarette smoke, along with a clean sweet smell and citrus. It's like when someone walks by you with a lot of cologne or something and you are hit by it? It was like that with the sudden angle change when it went to this shot of John. It was the weirdest shit. I know it sounds dramatic and like I'm making it up, but weirdly enough it's happened to both me and another family member a few times with other movies, but idk why lol. Then when John went up the stairs it faded away and didn't come back. No one smokes in their house either and there was no smell like any of that in the room before, so it was really weird but also oddly comforting. Anyways, I'm probably just going insaine.

[shroudcryptid]

10 million Prompt Fills

@tanoraqui asked:

Write about your WoL bonding with the flying pig they got from the boba tea thing!

-

They were gathering stares, but the Warrior let the gazes simply flow past and away. Enough of them had tinges of envy that they felt decently sure to not be violating some unspoken taboo in the unique city.

Beside them, the porxie of mysterious origins oinks again, leaning into their hand scritching its ears. It was polite enough in its use of the large straw; its thirsty drinking would barely require a single disposable napkin to clean the table afterwards. 

tanoraqui asked:

Write a few sentences about your favorite ffxiv anime man with long white hair! Write about him doing swordy stuff, or eating breakfast!

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“Call it a guilty conscience.” The Warrior says, mercilessly sliding another tall, cloud-like pancake onto Themis’s plate. His eyebrows raise, but he doesn’t pull the plate away, only look like someone has dropped a new toy into his hands to tease apart. 

“And you are aware I do not need to consume to survive, yes?”

“Yeah.” 

"Mm. The cream fits these well."

tanoraqui asked:

Final prompt, a gift for a friend: write about @ostentenacity’s blorbo, Thancerd(?)! Fuck him up, she likes him fucked up.

(@ostentenacity)

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“If you’re referring to the business with the Ultima Weapon, then you must understand - I-I wasn’t myself-“ Thancred’s mouth serves him as best it can under the circumstances, the words speaking themselves distantly, without his direction. 

There’s a rising crackle in his ears. The distant sound of the Praetorium burning around him, metal screeching as it’s torn, drowning out dying screams. 

And then there’s a voice, cutting through the smog. Indistinct, indignant. Minfilia’s voice. 

Thancred blinks, suddenly very aware of the two Brass Blades leaning towards him. And promptly decks the closer one in the face. 

@scriberat

o/ azim steppe shepherd insert, whistling her doggos to surround magnai with sheep

-

The massive man crosses his arms heavily. The intent was undoubtedly to look imposing, but to the shepherd, it looked sulky. 

And, unfortunately, cute. She wanted to pinch his cheeks, watch him flush and turn away. 

“I will not ask you again, outlander. Name your affiliation. You cannot have wandered this far into the realm of Azim without aid. And the sun stands for no insult.”

She opens her mouth, but not to reply. Instead, a shepherd’s whistle pierces the air. 

Whatever the man intended to say next, it’s lost in a yelp as the herd of previously peacefully grazing sheep behind him are spooked into action as one by an overlooked, four legged creature. In the face of such a stampede, his legs, and the back of his knees specifically, are yet another obstacle to bounce off of in their rush. 

Magnai of the Oronir hits the ground hard, and by the time he staggers to his feet, the herd, the creatures, and the woman, are disappearing off into the horizon. 

@bunkahi:

Yaana with min height female Au Ra. Though she tries to act happy and strong on the outside for Neyuni, Yaana is crumbling after the return of her sister. WoL gives her a comforting hug, resulting in a surprised and vulnerable Yaana purring against them.

-

Yaana’s ears flick back and down, her tail giving a sharp lash as her new friend circles arms around her, pulling her close with that effortless, monstrous strength. She’s… she’s warm, her brain usefully supplies. Putting off heat like the electric blankets they used to be able to afford. Soft as one too. And… comforting. Safe, somehow. 

She sags forward, cheek rubbing against the other woman’s horn. Nuzzles her cheek along its satisfying roughness, as a long missed rumble starts up in her chest. 

@shadowentei

gently places erenway in ur pocket...

-

“They’re our children!” Dumplingway says, eyes wide. “I need to bring them back and show my family...! Here, hold one, his name is Erenway now-!” Before Erenville can protest, he’s leaning into his personal space, close enough for Erenville to feel his warmth in the cooling evening. Dumplingway messes with his pocket, and retreats without seeing Erenville’s massive blush. 

It’s a good half minute before Erenville cools enough to realize there’s now a small, fuzzy black rabbit poking its head out of his pocket. When he reaches down to hold it, it snuffles lightly against his finger. 

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve hates sweat, especially when it gets in his hair. He doesn't think there's anything too appealing about him after a run, especially after the sun had beat down on him. He got home after said run to find Eddie waiting in his driveway. Steve had taken off his shirt and tucked it into his shorts.

Steve: Hey, Eds, what are you doing here? Not that I'm not glad to see you or anything.

Eddie: I, uh, wanted to ask you something, but I can't seem to remember what it was.

Steve: That happens to me sometimes. It's probably the heat. Let's go inside.

They walked inside, where Steve went to the kitchen and got himself a bottle of water. Eddie followed him and watched as Steve proceeded to pour the cold water over his head. Eddie gasped and bit his knuckle.

Steve: You okay, Eddie?

Eddie: Uh, yeah, sure sure. . . *spitting angrily* fucking sexy.

Steve: What?

Eddie: *now full on panicking* Uh, shit, man. Sorry! I'll just go!

Steve: I've been flirting with you for months now, and THAT'S what does it for you?

Eddie: Wait, what? *skidding to a stop* Shut up. You have not.

Steve: I had to find different ways of saying it because clearly you weren't getting when I asked you out. I literally had to use the words: "Eddie, do you want me to take you out?"

Eddie: I thought you were joking about killing me!

Steve: Really?! . . . I mean, I can't believe that this does it for you?! I look like a pig.

Eddie: A very hot pig. *oink, oink*

[sweetbunanarchy]

ME MADWORLD/ANARCHY REIGNS OC!!! MEET DIEGO!!!!!!

MW: A washed up pro wrestler looking for more excitement in his life, he joins DeathWatch only to then turn into a ghoul thanks to the hands of the vampire mistress Elise. Once crossing paths and losing to the man w/ the chainsaw, the sore loser promises to beat him in battle until the day he d!es (which is a long time considering ya know…ghoul…undead…yeah- AR: Just like his black and white counterpart, Diego ends up washed up and wanting more excitement in his life so he turns to bounty hunting, however he lacks the power to do it so he turns to Oinkie and strikes a deal w/ him and obtains some mutant serum. Only issue is...Oink’s gave him a serum w/ gecko dna and now he’s a lizard mutant w/ regenerative powers, making him hard to k!ll. infuriated, Diego goes out of his way to find the man again only to run into Jack and hijinks pretty much happen GDKDNG As for his dynamic w/ Jack, he has a deep admiration for him as a fighter, to the point that he has a crush on him and hoping he has one back so he does whatever he can to impress him!

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: violent description

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 11✧

7 months into the pregnancy, y/n has been having crazy mood swings, ever since she started struggling with her 7 inch heels, and her clothes stopped fitting her because if how the baby bump has grown a lot, The man had a lot of emotions to deal with. But today was a day for no y/n tears. Her mother was throwing a baby shower.

"Ugh these maternity pants make me look pregnant... I don't wanna look pregnant, I can't believe I'm wearing black pants and your t-shirt at my baby shower" the girl pouted. "Darling you wear my clothes better than I do" Sunghoon said, patting her head "Plus your mom told me your 30 year old cousin is 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant, really far long-" Sunghoon added as y/n grinned "So I won't be the ugliest here?" she said as Sunghoon agreed with her, not wanting her to hurt him.

The girl smiled as she enterred the living room only to see her. Shin Ryujin. "I-I- Wha wha bu- I- ryuryu?" she stuttered as the girl smiled at her "Y/n... long time no see..." she trailed off as Heeseung walked in "Ah I see you met my girlfriend, meet Ryujin... we've been dating for a month now... yes I actually am in love" Hee said as y/n nervously giggled. "Iiii'm going to my room-" she said as she went to her old bedroom which was now empty with a plain bed in the corner.

Ryujin is a girl y/n had made out with during her wild, rebellious teenage stage. They were drunk and did so due to a crazy game of strip or dare. It was either they make out or y/n sit there topless. The girl took a deep breath as she went downstairs with a smile to greet the guests. pink balloons and pretty decorations, with a nice oink and white cake "Ah Y/nie~ I always thought you'd have gotten pregnant when you were 15 but damn you're smarter then I thought gurlie~" her cousin said with a fake smile.

"H-Hiii Mihiiii" y/n said, the woman was glowing, perfect hair, nice makeup, and a pretty dress. "Oh kay babies today you're going to some nice white whine tonight~" Y/n nervously chuckled to her womb as she walked to the kitchen, Sunghoon following behind. "Kay Kitten, maybe inviting our snooty cousin wasn't the best idea" Heeseung sighed "Yeah and the girl I made out with lee heeseung!" y/n added, freaking out.

"Y/n.... I thought you forgot that by now-" Ryujin suddenly said from behind. "Y/n it was a dare, don't worry im not going to hold it against you ok?" the girl reassured, patting y/ns back. "y/n?... " A familliar voice called out from behind "LEE JOOYEON?!!!" The girl yelled. "Yeah I came to pick up some old stuff I left here months ago... you're pregnant?! is it my baby?? no woner you were do moody when we we-" "It's my baby." Sughoon interrupted as the man just stood there stunned before gatherring his old CDs and clothes to leave.

"Oh Oh god y/n you poor thing... I really didn't mean for this to go wrong sweetheart" Her mother said "So how far long are you? 9 months? 10? omg have you been gaining weight? that explains the boy clothes~" her cousin said "Oh my god just shut up already" Heeseung yelled as the woman rolled her eyes leaving the room. "No mom, its ok, y-you did all this for us and the babies, it its honestly so sweet im just glad that you accepted us with open arms" the girl said as she hugged her mom, crying. "Im sorry for being a meanie mommyyyy" she sobbed.

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 4

6k motherfuckers! Can you tell I'm in love /j

As before, fluff with some suggestiveness, and some light self deprecating thoughts that get quickly shut down

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“Oh, that whore!”

“Who’s a whore?” Your switch flew from your hands with a shriek, thankfully landing on the recliner instead of Niki’s face. “Nice shot.”

You jabbed an accusing finger at her, like she could be blamed for your lackluster hand-eye coordination. “You’re supposed to be at work!” 

Niki (who you learned did not hold grudges) handed your switch back, brushing your feet off the couch so she could flop next to you with a groan. “Becky asked for the last half of my shift. Her girl wants to play football next year, so she’s trying to get all the extra time she can.”

“European football or American football?” 

“Screw you… European.”

“That’s good, there’s less to buy.” 

“True, and less chance of a concussion. So, who’s a whore?”

You gave a shrug, going back to your game now that your curiosity’s been sated. “Fucking Marnie: I need to buy a pig before fall, but she’s too busy bouncing on the mayor’s dick to run her fucking shop.”

Niki leaned in close, peering over your shoulder only to see an 8-bit world of flowers, green grass, and a sparkling blue river. “... You need a hobby.”

“This is my hobby.”

“Another hobby. You could come running with me.” Your lip curls too quick for you to hide it. “Alright, point taken.” There’s a beat where you’re sure you were rude, and now that you’re not crying over the last guy or humping the next one she’s not interested in talking to you. Niki is kind, but maybe she doesn’t want to hang out with you, which you’re just going to have to be okay with.

You don’t realize she is talking until the back of her hand smacks down on your thigh. “I said, tell me about your date.”

You blink, pausing your day to not waste those precious minutes. “You wanna hear about my date?”

She’s leaned back, eyes closed as she rolls her shoulders, but she still nods. “Yeah. I saw the to-go in the fridge- where’d he take you?”

The switch clinks on the coffee table as you put it down, and the sofa groans under you as you pull your feet up. “Well, I don’t remember the name of the place because he wouldn’t tell me: I’d been bugging him about letting me pay for something so he said he wasn’t giving me the name so I could look up the prices.”

“And was that your plan?”

“Of course it was.” A warmth blooms in your chest as you get a high-pitched giggle out of her and the words start spilling out. “But the menu didn’t have prices on it, and I’m pretty sure he’d said something to the hostess to get that because it was nice, but it wasn’t snooty-fancy nice, ya’know?”

“How nice was it?”

“Complimentary bread, but plenty of families.” For a second, you think that wouldn’t make sense to anyone but you, but she nods, so you move on. “I said I couldn’t decide between the alfredo or the surf-n-turf- just making conversation- and when the waitress came up, he ordered them both and even ordered two entrées for himself so I didn’t look like a pig.”

“You’re not a pig,”

“Oink, oink.” 

You got another snort of laughter out of her. “What about dessert? A good man treats you to dessert.”

“I was stuffed! I told him I couldn’t eat another bite and he was all-” You furrowed your brow and pitched your voice down in a poor man’s imitation of Punz. “‘What about Niki? I don’t wanna be on the wrong end of her shovel. Have a bite just to make sure it’s good and you can bring the rest back to her.’ So, yeah, there’s half an alfredo bowl, some sirloin, and a slice of cake that’s all yours if you want it.”

“Good man.” You barely have time to wonder if that’s a joke before she’s reaching over to take your hand in hers. A soft smile painted across her features, the kind that made her eyes shine with a soft affection that couldn’t be faked. “I’m happy for you,” she promised softly, like it was a secret to be shared only with you. “You deserve a good man. And I really hate to change the subject, but either I’m sleep-deprived or someone’s playing country music outside our window.”

You take a moment to listen. 

Now she’s coming home to visit

Holdin’ the hand

Of a wild-eyed boy

With a farmer’s tan

“Who the fuck is listening to Trace Adkins that loud,” you muttered, pushing off the couch.

“Why do you know who Trace Adkins in?”

“Because he’s six and a half feet and the only sixty-year-old I’d bend over backwards for.” She gives a mumble of, ‘fair enough,’ as you reel up the blinds, laughter bubbling out of your throat at the sight on the lawn. “Oh my god,”

There was no way of knowing if Sapnap had started dancing at the beginning of the song or when he saw movement in your window, but he was going hard. Full-on country boy line dancing, complete with a white cowboy hat, as he held his phone above his head like a boombox. You’re pretty sure he even had a picture of a boombox pulled up to complete the look.

You pushed the window open. “What the hell are you doing?!”

You would’ve thought you’d shouted, “Yes, Sapnap, I will marry you!” He lit up like a bulb, a big cheesy grin spread across his cheeks, the apples pushing up into his eyes to turn them into little crescent moons. His lips moved, but all you could hear was Trace’s, “turn it up!” His face dropped into a pout when he realized and fumbled with his phone. He finally got the song paused and you waited for what could possibly be so important.

“Hi, sugar!” 

You snorted as he waved, wiggling your fingers at him. “Hey, handsome. What’s wrong, couldn’t find any pebbles to throw?” 

“Well, I wasn’t sure which window was yours: not a mistake I wanna make.” The way he shuddered made you think he did make that mistake, but the thought left as soon as it arrived because he was looking up at you with those puppy dog brown eyes. “Wanna go for a walk together?”

You get a vision. Fluffy brown ears and a tail wagging at mach 4. It fits way too well, especially when you imagine him asking, “Walk? Walk, walk, walk?” 

Besides the dog-like implications, it’s sweet. Classically romantic, and somehow it fits Sapnap perfectly. But still, part of you craves sitting alone in your room with a video game.

He waves again. “Hi, Niki!”

Her laugh vibrates through your arm as she squeezes into the window next to you. “Hi, Romeo. What’cha up to?”

“Punzy said I can either get my ass out of the house by myself or go to the gym with him, so I’m asking my sugar on a date ‘cause fuck ‘im.” 

Niki gave a solemn nod. “Fuck him indeed,”

There’s a part of you that’s terrified of what these two could talk about if given the time, and it pushes you past your slight hesitation, calling out, “let me find my shoes,” as you duck back inside. You can hear them talking as you scramble for some decent walking shoes.

“So, what’s with the hat?”

“It’s sunny out.”

“... So you just had that?”

“I’m from Texas, Niki.”

“Hey, don’t forget a water bottle.” You’re shoving your feet into your sneakers before you realize she’s talking to you. “He’s right, it’s pretty sunny out there.”

“I’ll be fine, mom.” You think you’re funny, right up until she sticks her head back out the window.

“She can’t come out to play, she’s gonna get her ass beat.”

You threw open the mini fridge. “I’m getting a bottle, Jesus!” 

“Alright, she’s headed down- whoa, look at him go.” Niki ended in a mutter, leaning further out to presumably watch Sapnap dash for the front of the building. You replaced your switch on the dock, just in case you were gone long enough for it to die, while she closed the window. “You got everything?”

“Yes,” you insisted, painting on a false air of exasperation just for the theatrics. “I have a water bottle, I’m wearing good shoes, cell phone’s in my pocket, and I’ll be back before the streetlights come on.” You made a dash for the door before she could snap back. “Bye, mom, love you!”

You’re halfway down the hall when you realize what you’ve said.

“I did NOT just tell her I love her. Holy shit, this is worse than calling your teacher mom. I DID call her mom!” 

Your phone buzzed against your ass and you almost don’t look at it.

Ich liebe dich auch :P 

Sapnap is waiting for you outside and lets you dive into his arms. “Hey, sugar,”

“Smother me,” you command into his sternum. 

His hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, thumb and index finger massaging circles into the base of your skull. “But then we can’t get ice cream.”

A snort escapes you as you adjust to give him a proper hug. “Oh my god, you’re so right. What was I thinking?”

“Crazy talk, that’s all it was.”

“Crazy,” you agreed, glancing up at him. Your cheeks warmed and a smile crept onto your face as you realized he was already looking at you. “Hi,” you hummed, pushing up onto your toes, hands braced against his broad chest.

“Hi,” he hummed back, meeting your lips as if he’d been desperately waiting for any sign that it was okay- as if he hadn’t done far worse with far less. He pressed featherlight kisses against you over and over, like he was as afraid as you were that too long and you’d fall into each other right on the lawn. 

When you finally peeled yourselves off each other it wasn’t far, his thick fingers threading through your smaller ones as you set out. “There’s a chocolate haus right nearby with all kinds of ice cream, I thought we’d go there. They make it all in-house, it’s really good.”

“How do you know where there’s a chocolate haus when the fat bitch who actually lives here has been going to Walmart for chocolate?”

He gave your hand a tug like a punishment. “You’re not a bitch, you’re my sugar bunny.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, hugging his arm to your chest, “I’ve got you pretty fooled, huh?” 

“And anyway, you’re too obsessed with your schoolwork to go exploring like I do.”

“I’m not obsessed with schoolwork!”

“‘I haven’t eaten, I’m too busy studying,’” he mocked.

“Your impression of me makes me sound like I’m in the eighth grade.”

“Well, in my impression of you, you only have an eighth grade education.” He beamed when you couldn’t even pretend to glare at him. “It’s alright, sugar: you get that degree, and we can try everything you missed together.”

Oh.

Oh. Thoughts of exploring life together filled your mind. Adventurous new toys in the bedroom, laughter as you bumbled through a new recipe in the kitchen, screams of joy on roller coasters too dangerous for you to ever try alone. Your heart in your throat in every one, but a tight squeeze of your hand- a promise that you’re not the only one who’s scared- gives you courage every time.

Sapnap isn’t as obscenely tall as Punz or Sam so it only takes a skip in your step to plant a fat kiss on his cheek. “What’s that for,” he hummed.

“I need a reason to give a cute boy a kiss?”

“No, but I’d hope you’re not running around kissing every cute boy you see.”

“Only the ones who feed me,” you tease, bumping him with your hip. “Pretty sure I’ve got a fat tab rung up for the fucking part of that deal.” 

He shook his head, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “It doesn’t count if we both eat: that’s just a good time.”

“You got that right, at least,” you mused as he kissed his way across your knuckles. His thumb wandered like he was anxious, drawing shapes and letters and random nonsense over your hand as far as he could reach without letting go. 

“... Your campus is pretty,” 

You glanced around. There was a game of Frisbee in full swing on the left lawn constantly tripping over the few people actually studying, and a sizable yoga group on the right. The trees were well past their blossoming stage, but still a bright green as they resisted against the cool fall air. “It is, huh?”

“Yeah. Our campus has, like, one tree. It’s all concrete and pavement.”

A noise of disgust fell from your lips without intending to make it. “Cityscape. Give me a forest any day.” 

“It kinda reminds me of home, but, yeah, over here is way prettier.”

You put on your best aghast face. “Wow, fake cowboy. You’re a total city boy, aren’t you?”

“It’s my darkest secret,” he drawled with a grin. Even with all his bravado, his cheeks were still pink. “Sam’s the country boy, I was a suburbia baby.”

“That hat is a lie.”

“But it makes my beard look way sexier.”

“Another reason to take it off,” you declared, snatching it off his head and placing it on yours. The brim dropped over your nose, so you pulled it back and let it hang around your neck by the strap. “You go around looking too sexy, panties start dropping, they have to put out a flash flood warning-” He obviously stopped paying attention the second you stole his hat if his dopey look was any indicator so you really went into it. “And I can’t fight off the entire female populous by myself, but maybe if I sat on your face in front of them all-” Sapnap stopped walking, his grip on your hand pulling you to a stop with him. “Hm? What’s up?” 

When you turned, you saw his gaze had fallen off of you at some point, the realization shooting an arrow through your chest. Were you boring him? You shouldn’t talk so much. Maybe some skinny yogi in a sports bra was getting his attention.

“That sign says ‘free.’ I’m trying to read the rest, but I think I need glasses.”

You felt ashamed for ever questioning his integrity.

“Free beginner’s yoga,” you read for him, “no experience, equipment, strength, or flexibility required.”

His thumb started strumming across your skin. “I wonder if that stuff actually works. I mean, I know football players will sometimes learn ballet…”

There’s a moment where you’re trapped in your own thoughts. Thinking about all those gym classes trying to keep up with the fitter kids, feeling their eyes as they were forced to wait for you before moving on. Thinking about your first roommate who wouldn’t stop trying to talk to you about your aura. 

Then the moment’s over because you remember the way he’d put it. 

We can try everything you missed together.

And he was so good for that, and he deserved someone who was going to be just as good to him, and you sure as hell weren’t going to give him up willingly, so you were just going to have to be good enough for him.

So your other hand joined your clasped ones and tugged him over. “Come on, let’s try.”

He shook his head, but his expressions were easier to read than a picture book: he’s not resistant, he’s embarrassed. “No, it was just a passing thought, we don’t have to, I just-”

“Trying everything together, remember?” A smile crept across your lips as his ears burned cherry red, but he let you guide him onto the grass. “Do you actually want to do it, or do you just want to see me put my ass in the air?”

“A man can want two things,” he pushed out with a cheeky grin.

You snorted, gesturing to your chest with your chin. “Yeah, I know: one, two.”

He held your hand for as long as possible as you walked away, calloused fingertips trailing down your softer ones until the very last second. You almost said ‘fuck it’ and tackled him for the touch back, but you restrained yourself. 

You followed the others’ lead, thankful for your position at the back to hopefully obscure anything embarrassing you might do. Although, you had to admit, it wasn’t that tough: you’ve been sitting criss-cross-applesauce since preschool. They were doing steeple with their hands, too: something else you had down pat.

The teacher was a thin woman with abs that made you jealous and a powerful voice. She’d given you a smile as you dragged Sapnap over, but now her eyes were closed. “Bring your chin down towards your chest,” she hummed, “and feel that amazing stretch in the back of your neck.”

Oh, shit, that actually felt great.

“Try to lift your chest towards your thumbs and see if that gets you to sit up a little straighter.”

A fucking moan escaped as your back popped in three different places, heat flooding your cheeks as Sapnap snorted. “Stop that,” he whispered. “If it feels that good, you won’t need me anymore.” The girl in front of you snorted, so you ignored him in hopes of pretending he wasn’t talking to you.

After a few minutes, you couldn’t figure out why you’d been so hesitant to yoga. Mostly, you’d only done cat and cow repeatedly, and it shocked you how good it felt. Like you’d been shoved in a crate in your sleep for the past month, and your body was finally able to breathe and move the way it was supposed to. You almost apologized to the collective group.

“Push up into downward dog,”

“Scratch that: yoga sucks,” you decided. You had a face full of titty, no upper arm strength to hold this pose, and Sapnap wasn’t even behind you to appreciate how great it makes your ass look, so what the hell’s the point. 

“Fuckin’ skinny people bullshit.” It isn’t until the girl in front of you laughed so hard she fell back down to tabletop pose that you realized you let your inside bitching turn into outside bitching. You could feel the heat rushing to your face and it wasn’t just because of this stupid pose. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, trying to backtrack, “I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, girl,” she insisted as she pushed back up, “don’t apologize: you gotta stick by your guns.”

There was a murmur of agreement from beside her that drew your attention. Unfortunately, you were stuck staring at their ass from the way everyone was positioned, but you did appreciate that ‘they’ was printed on one cheek and ‘them’ on the other. Props for both hilarity and remarkable efficiency. “Say it with your chest,” they insisted. “Speaking of: this move was definitely made by someone without tits. I’m suffocating.” A snort escaped you, but Sapnap sounded like a leaking balloon as he wheezed trying to hold his laughter in, flopping on his side in the grass like he’d officially given up. 

“Friends,” the instructor called out, and you just knew you were going to get kicked out. Kicked out of a free yoga class: you’ve never stooped so low. “Reminder that if I’m telling you to do something your body doesn’t like, please listen to your body. You know yourself better than I do.”

“I’m fine, I just like to bitch.”

“I’m not,” you admitted, dropping into a child’s pose to push your hips back. “But I’ll still bitch with you.”

You caught a glimpse of an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Fuck yeah: big bitch solidarity.” 

The first girl turned around to face you instead of the instructor, giving you an eager smile. “You should totally come back next week: Adrienne usually brings her dog to class. We got totally cheated this week.”

“Benji is getting his teeth cleaned so no one passes out when he starts panting. Drop back into tabletop, and stretch that left ankle back for me as far as you can. Remember that we’re trying to create a long stretch through the spine, and the crown of the head is an extension of the spine.” 

“I never realized how heavy my head was,” you admitted as you consciously lifted it. 

“You got too many brains in there,” Sapnap claimed. “Play more video games.”

You cocked your head to make sure he saw your false offense. “I play so many video games. Hey, why are you on the ground? Get your ass up here and suffer with me!” 

“It’s haaard!”

“Oh my god,” the person in front of Sap cackled, “how long have you been dating?”

You can feel a heat take over half your face. “What makes you think we’re dating?”

“You sound exactly like us.”

The girl cackled. “‘Yoga is sooo easy,’” she mocked. “They do strength training and the first time I dragged them to class they threw such a fit!”

“Don’t tell them my shame!” The two of them followed along with the teacher in some contortionist move you could never pull off unless you suddenly lost forty pounds and half a tit, but it did mean you could finally put a face to the other. “You do this every time we meet new people! Stop using my embarrassment as an icebreaker!”

Sapnap’s grin was palpable in the air. “Now, that’s an idea.”

You pointedly didn’t look at him. “Another word, you won’t see me topless ever again.” 

“Shutting up.”

The girl wobbled again as she laughed. “You’re smarter than Andy, at least.”

Sapnap retrieved his hat from the grass where it fell off your head and settled it back in place. “I know my place. Sapnap, by the way.” 

“Josie,” she gave back, and you offered your name, too. “My partner Andy. Romantic partner, not yoga partner. They’d never last.”

“I don’t blame them: I’m tapping out,” you admitted, sitting up properly. You blinked when you realized you were just a bit taller than usual and your constant headache was gone. “Okay, hold on, this might be worth it.”

“Right?! Doesn’t it feel so good after? Hang on-” Josie leapt to her feet and skirted through the crowd, rifling through the instructor’s bag.

“Do you mind, Jo?”

“Damn it, Adrienne, I’m trying to network for you, but this purse is a disaster area. Aha!” She brought the flyer back to you with all the pride of a cat delivering a dead mouse, so you would’ve felt bad not accepting it. Especially as she eagerly started to point out the different lines of text. “The club gets together every week, and Adrienne puts together different routines, so one week is stretching, then core strength-”

Andy grabbed their girlfriend around the waist and manually pulled her back. “Personal space, babe.”

“Sorry,” she gushed, “I get kinda excited.”

“That’s okay,” you told her, because it really was. When was the last time someone got really excited talking to you? Asking you to join them? 

You knew the answer as thick fingers laced with yours. “Should we go, sugar?” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, almost like a little beg. I’m tired of sharing you. “Think we earned our ice cream,” 

The thought enters your mind that he’s too pretty and sweet, and he deserves a good kiss. Sweet and pretty boys need a good kiss now and then. So you kiss the back of his hand clasped in yours just like he had as you murmur, “yes, we have.” You offer the couple your best smile, too, just to make sure they know you aren’t fleeing. “I’ll have to come to another class without my tag-along.” Sapnap makes an indignant sound as he pulls you to your feet, especially when Josie responds with, “same here,” and then Andy is indignant, too. 

“You two can have fun turning into pretzels,” Sapnap promised, “Andy and I will bring the actual pretzels.”

“Ooh, we should get pretzels, too.” You bid your goodbyes as you resumed your walk, detangling your fingers from Sapnap’s to hug his arm as you consulted the flyer. It was little more than a time and place under a curly Yoga Club header, but still you searched for something to convince you to go again. 

“They were nice.”

Sapnap. Shame on you. Nice boy wants to go for a walk with you, and you’re giving your attention to a half sheet of copy paper. You pressed yourself more firmly against his shoulder. “They were,” you admitted, forcing yourself to believe it. Pushing aside every insecure thought about how they secretly hated you for intruding on their space- a space that anyone with eyes could tell wasn’t yours to take.

No. They were nice. They were a cute couple, and they were nice. 

People can pretend to be nice.

Sapnap leaned down. His nose bumped against the crown of your head, getting you to look up enough for him to kiss your forehead. “You thinking about joining?”

You’re shaking your head before he’s finished speaking. “They don’t need some amateur slowing them down,” you tell him with a forced laugh. You hope he takes it as a joke and laughs along.

He doesn’t. His eyebrows furrow under his white brim. “I don’t think it’s that kind of thing. I mean, the head yogi or whatever even said that if you can’t do the pose, you can just do child’s pose. Which, I thought was ‘drank too much last night’ pose, but whatever.”

“Okay, first: instructor,”

He grinned. “Yogi Bear,”

You chose to ignore him. “And second: they were probably only inviting me to be nice, so it would be awkward if I went.”

There’s a beat of silence where you think you’ve successfully ruined the conversation, letting your anxieties out into the open where they should never be. You stumble as you realize Sapnap’s stopped, peering up at him as you try to place his expression. 

Somewhere between adoration, exasperation, and maybe constipation. 

“Sugar,” he cooed. A heavy hand came up to caress your cheek, covering the entire side of your face in his palm as he strummed across your cheekbone with his thumb. “You are wonderful-” You practically melted in his hand. “And breathtaking-” Oh, you were a puddle! “And usually so smart, but that might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, and I live with a bunch of hockey players.”

“What?!” He’s still petting your cheek so you move to shove him away and get pulled into his chest instead, lapels fanning out around you like even his varsity jacket was trying to suck you in. “Don’t hug me! You’re an ass!”

“Sweet, sweet, bunny,” he cooed- oh, you could hear the grin on his stupid handsome face. That bastard! “Don’t fight it. Just listen for a sec- I said don’t fight it- listen for a second.” He let you thrash against him for another minute, knowing full well you could slip out if you really wanted to, until you settled against him with a huff. “Okay, sugar, now hear me out,” he bargained. “If they were just being nice, they would’ve just been nice. There was absolutely no reason to give you the date, place, and time they meet up at if they didn’t want you there. People don’t do that, sugar. That’s some next-level soaps type conspiracy where you go just to find out your evil twin is sleeping with your sister.”

You don’t know what it is, and you’re definitely going to run some experiments to figure it out later, but something breaks past your anxiety. Maybe it was the factual way he said it, that your messed up brain said, “oh, we didn’t know that,” and accepted it the same way you don’t get anxious about what color the sky is: it’s a fact. Maybe it’s the heavy, woodsy scent that completely envelops you from inside his jacket, filling you with a warmth that went beyond just being protected from the breeze. 

Maybe trying to figure out why your evil twin would sleep with your sister, who would therefore be the evil twin’s sister as well, control-alt-deleted your entire system.

You took the win either way.

“I’m not trying to push you into going,” he promised with a firm squeeze, like he secretly wanted to make his jacket so comfortable you decided to live in it with him. “But I know how easily anxiety can drown out reality.”

Something in his tone strikes you. You get flashes of your previous ‘dates’. A desperate clutch on your hand as you walked out of the rink. An arm behind your head like he didn’t want you to forget he was there. Holding you tight to his chest, still inside you as he declared, “You can’t take her, she’s mine!”

You pushed your arms around him, still under the jacket, and squeezed him tight. You didn’t know what to say. What could possibly convey, “I’m a fucking anxious moron, but I’ll try to help you not be an anxious moron because I like you way more than I should.” You settled for, “maybe I’ll go. Niki did say I should get a new hobby.”

He buried his nose in your hair like he understood what you meant to say. “Yeah? Three guys not enough to take up your time?”

“I don’t think sex counts as a hobby.”

<3E>

You were panting, breath coming out in long, drawn-out gasps, emphasized for his benefit. “Oh my god,” you gushed, “It’s too much! I can’t handle it!”

“It’s a fucking thirteen degree slope.” His giant grin is what saves him, because if you’d detected a single ounce of judgement for your unfit lifestyle, you would have turned around immediately. 

“It’s fucking unconstitutional, is what it is,” you tell him instead. 

“Unconstitutional,” he repeated back, like the word was hilarious.

“Telling a cute girl you’ll buy her ice cream, then making her walk. It’s not right!”

“Well, you won’t let me carry you,”

You huffed, taking another bite of your ‘Oreo Brownie Explosion’ which was somehow even more chocolatey than the name suggested. “I already stole your hat and made you do yoga: I’m not breaking your back, too.”

“I’m making Punz record me next time we work out,” he promised, extending his hand that didn’t hold his own cone to help you over an uncovered root. It was probably a two-inch tall obstacle, but he was so cute, you took his hand anyway. “Maybe doing some hip thrusts and benching with your weight on the bar will get it through your thick, pretty head.”

“Nice save with the ‘pretty,’” you drawled. He didn’t let go of your hand after you conquered the root, so they swayed between you. “Although I’m not thick: I’m fat.”

“Deliciously,” he agreed, suddenly aiming his teeth to your neck. “All the more to eat, my dear-”

“Stop, your lips are covered!” 

Any attempt at saving your pores bites the dust when he starts blowing raspberries across your sensitive skin, your roaring laughter echoing through the trees. Especially when he mutters, “oh, shit, sug’, made a mess of ya” and starts kitten licking ice cream off you.

“What flavor is that, again?”

He offered his cone. “Mint Mountain. I think it’s got Andes bars and York patties in it.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Ugh: you had to be a mint lover, huh? We better get to this secret you wanted me to see quickly. I can’t be seen with someone who likes mint ice cream.”

“It’s got chocolate in it, just like yours!”

“Don’t you dare compare that monstrosity to my amazing chocolate!” 

“Watch your step.” He helped you over another root, hand sliding to the small of your back. “It’s right over here.” 

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?” His cheeky grin says ‘no’ without him having to. “I want you to know,” you told him emphatically, “if you’re taking me deep into the woods to kill me, I will haunt your ass ‘til the end of time.”

The trees gave way as you walked to reveal a grassy hilltop dotted with wildflower patches. Bright purples, reds, and blues sprinkled through the lush grass to mirror the bright stars starting to peek through the foggy sky. The other side of the hill was much steeper, letting the city landscape sprawl out like a blanket thrown over everything. Sapnap squeezed you tight and a warmth bloomed in your chest. He found this beautiful spot just for you? It touched you so thoroughly you nearly forgot what you were even talking about before.

Until he leaned close, lips brushing across your ear, and hissed, “then we’d be together forever.”

“Oh my god, you do that too well,” you snorted.

“And ever, and ever-”

“Stop!”

He threw his head back so he didn’t destroy your eardrums as he cried, “AND EVER,” into the dusk with a giant grin. He clumsily shed his letterman as he ran in front of you, passing his cone from hand to hand to keep the jacket clean, which was promptly null as he tossed it on the ground. Maybe it was the ice cream he was worried about ruining. “My lady,” he offered with a dramatic bow, kicking the lapels open for more surface area. 

“Why, thank you, my dear.” 

The name sort of slipped out: he called you my lady, so you were just playing along. He flushed so pretty, though, and when you sat he snuggled right up to you like he was accepting it. Yes, he seemed so say as his arm stretched out on the grass behind you, I am your dear. 

You pressed yourself into his side, settling in and soaking up his warmth. “This place another result of your exploring?”

“Just call me Dora.” Lights started flickering on across the city. Golden arches on the west side, living rooms all throughout as families settled in for the night. “In the summer, there are fireflies,” he told you, voice soft in your ear. You tucked your head against his shoulder. “I took my sisters out here camping once. I never got to see that kinda thing growing up, so it was fun.” 

A hum rumbled out of your throat as his thumb pet over the back of your hand. “Yeah? How old are they?”

“Too fucking old.” You laughed against his neck as he shook his head. “I have two baby sisters and a brother, and they’re all growing up too damn fast.”

“Kids do that,”

Sapnap hummed in agreement, and for a minute you were just sitting together. Cuddled up under the stars with ice cream, acting like you needed to share body heat even as you ate your icy treat. 

“They’d like you.” You pulled back to look at him. The dimming light did it's very best to hide his deep blush, but he didn’t. A different kind of smile spread over his lips- softer and shyer. “My sisters,” he clarified. “My step-brother doesn’t like anyone but his PS4, but the girls would like you.” He seemed to realize what he was implying, burying his mouth in his cone. “Probably try to humiliate me with stories or tell you you’re too good for me-”

A hand in on his cheek dragged his lips onto yours. He grunted into your mouth in surprise but fell against you, lips moving together soft and slow. You licked over his lips but didn’t push further, scratching your nails through the hair on his jaw as you pulled back. You pressed a peck against him when he tried to chase after you, smiling into it as it seemed to satisfy him. 

“I’m sure I’d like them,” you promised. A drop of something trembled on your lip as you spoke, and you licked it off. “Hm. Maybe mint’s not so bad after all.”