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forgedroyalseal · 2 months

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The fact that Horace was never given the opportunity to say “dude” is something I’ll never get over

#and if this is an empty or low effort post that someone’s gonna complain about #🤷🏼‍♀️#it’s just a fact #rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #horace altman

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somebluemelodies · 5 months

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DAY SIX OF SPIDERBIT THEME WEEK STARTED BY @anonymous-dentist! :D SELECTED THEMES: HYBRIDS & CUDDLING ladies gentlemen and everyone in between WE GOT A TWO-FOR-ONE LETS GOOOO

Roier tries to be sneaky, Cellbit will give him that. And sure, he is sneaky! Against other people. Humans.

And, well, Cellbit is decidedly not human. Not one-hundred percent, at least. In other words: he hears Roier coming sneaking up the stairs to the bedroom long before a normal person would, ears tuned into the sound as he reads.

But he decides to let his husband have his fun, not looking up from his book and playing the oblivious game. Red appears in his peripheral.

“Gatinho!”

And then there’s a spider-hybrid strewn across his legs.

The investigator doesn’t look away from his book, but there’s a contented smile on his face. “Oi, guapito.”

Roier adjusts so he’s between Cellbit’s legs instead. The latter keeps reading, not needing to see the former’s face to know he’s starting to pout.

He’s patient, though, giving it a good while to wait and see if the cat-hybrid makes any move to put the book away. He doesn’t.

(He knows exactly what he’s doing.)

“Cellbo,” Roier whines.

Cellbit chuckles to himself. “Que?”

“Pinche pendejo— you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing, man!”

“Yeah?”

He feels two arms wrap around his torso, and another two pull the book from his hands indignantly. Six eyes stare up at him; two browns, and four extras laced with a beautiful ruby red.

Roier seems to contemplate, and Cellbit knows he’s considering throwing the book far away, but the spider-hybrid decides against it, merely tossing it onto the nightstand to their right, out of reach.

Hands free once more, he settles them on Cellbit’s chest, resting his chin on them and looking up at him, blinking in faux innocence.

The investigator laughs again, fond, gently cupping his husband’s face and stroking his cheeks. His tail flicks happily, curling somewhere around Roier’s leg as it always does.

It falls silent for a short while, the two basking in their silent admirations. In front of them, the sun has started sinking below the horizon, painting the whole bedroom with yellows and oranges and blanketing them in a comforting warmth.

The light catches Cellbit’s already-piercing eyes, casting his face in a golden glow, and for a moment, the spider-hybrid is left truly breathless, heart thumping in his chest.

(Is this what it feels like to fall in love all over again?)

He finally moves one of his arms, reaching up to the cat-hybrid’s head. Finding the right spot behind the base of Cellbit’s right ear, he scratches gently.

Immediately, Cellbit’s eyes flutter shut, hands dropping from Roier’s face so his arms can wrap around him instead. He subconsciously tilts back into the touch, and his husband hears the telltale begins of a purr rumble from his chest.

They stay like that a while, until Roier pulls his hand back but the purring persists, and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around Cellbit’s chest, above his extra pair. His head settles against the investigator’s chest, and he feels Cellbit hold him tighter in turn.

The bedroom gets progressively darker, but the warmth stays, settling into their bones as they feel sleep on the verge of taking over.

Only then does Roier pull Cellbit to lay down completely, and his husband complies immediately. They shift to be under the blanket and onto their sides, still facing each other, holding right back onto each other.

They become a web of tangled limbs, then, and pieces puzzle into place like routine clockwork. Roier tosses his leg over Cellbit’s and feels something soft curl around his in return. The spider-hybrid feels hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, tight but not desperate, keeping him pressed close.

(They physically can’t get any closer to each other, not with their tangled legs and three total pairs of arms wrapped securely around each other.)

(But they’ll try anyway.)

He presses his own face right back against the cat-hybrid’s chest. The purring is louder now, even as they’re clearly drifting off and can barely murmur te amo to each other in goodnight. But it’s not distracting. It’s… comforting.

It’s home.

This is home.

#qroier with four arms is not usually part of my spider-roier agenda #BUT for fic/prompt purposes i thought it would be neat :>#they have to not only be touching but be pressed as close as possible at all times or they will die #it’s just a fact #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #a.d's spiderbit week

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plistommy · 16 days

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The way Billy was just messing with Steve during the fight, laughing his ass off just to rile him up…

Like, Billy definitely knew he’d win Steve, but he wanted to see that fire and let the other have it for a moment before he had had enough and went hard on him. The plate was playing dirty, but Billy would’ve won that fight regardless. And not just because he was stronger, he just would’ve.

#They should’ve just kissed #But YEAH #It’s just a fact #Steve’s my boy and I love him but he sucked at fighting #He got good punches sure but if Billy wasnt messing around he would’ve got a hit or two in him #Like right away #At least Steve learned to fight later on #BY Billy’s skills #He learned from him #Learned what got used on him and it worked ouy #steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things

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thwackk · 2 years

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