#baby mayday

[cupcakeslushie]

So is Timothy also dad?!

Ah. :(

He would’ve loved to be 😬. Timothy was pretty excited before Donnie told him Renet was taking her. And unfortunately, Tim only got a few visits with Mayday before he died. Donnie was pretty wrecked for a while after, since that mission was also where he lost his arm.

[belleishavingamentalbreakdown]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE MAYDAY PARKER

OH MY DAYS BABY MAYDAY IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING ON THE PLANETTTT I WANNA SQUISH HER LITTLE CHEEKS OH SHES SO PRECIOUS

PROTECT THIS CHILD AT ALL COSTS I BEG YOU

IDGAF WHATS UR EXCUSE AS LONG AS I LIVE NO HARM SHALL COME TO THIS CHILD I HAVE OFFICIALLY ADOPTED HER.

SHE SLAYS AND IS ADORABLE - YAL CANT TELL ME SHE ISNT THE BEST CHARACTER IN ALL ATSV ALR?!

[brightonstudios]

Oh my gosh I love Lita May from @cupcakeslushie au I had to animate her! I hope I got the colors right, I couldn’t find a reference for the color of her shell. Also it’s kinda hard to understand but she says she’s “scared about broccolis”

[p1nkshield]

Miguel: There’s a situation where *shk*

Miguel: …One of the doc ocs *shk*

Miguel: … has *shk* *shk* CAN YOU STOP THAT PLEASE?

Peter b: If I press your finger pads the right way your claws come out! *shk* *shk* *shk*

Miguel: I am aware.

Peter b: you’re like a big cat! *shk* *shk* *shk*

Mayday: [pointing to Miguel] Kitty!

Peter b: YES! Very good!

Miguel: … *shk* Stop.

[eluvianarts]

When nobody is looking, Miguel actually enjoys having Mayday around & pretends he doesn’t know how to make her laugh.

The Art: Miguel & Mayday 

[mayasooong]

When Peter B asks Miguel to babysit Mayday. Look at them wearing sunglasses 🥺

(I need more Miguel with sunglasses)

[painitte]

Spider-Verse kitties

[derpotatowo]

Fiz umas ilustrações alguns dos aranhas com roupinhas diferentes pra um trabalho da faculdade!!

[vampzzi]

Hobie with Goth s/o babysitting Mayday and having her listen to music that kids her age don't usually listen to?!?!?

I just think the idea is super cute <3

COLORFUL BABYSITTERS !!

SPIDERPUNK X GOTHIC S/O

author note; YESSS, when I saw this I know I needed to see this!! This is kinda bad cause I’m sleepy but once it was submitted. It needed to be written immediately!!

— “ I’D LOVE TOO !! “ Hobie had asked if you wanted to help babysit Mayday since Pav was busy with his girlfriend and her modeling career. A lot of people would turn you down to babysit because of the way you dressed and the stereotype that had built off your genre. You had always gotten weird stares and random side conversations about you when you walked down the street on sunny mornings. But you had confidence in your style and you weren’t about to let some strangers ruin that for you.

Peter knew who you were, he’d talk to you numerous times and at first he was a little frightened but as he got to talk to you, he eased up with you and Mayday seemed to love you when you guys paid together. Sitting on the carpet playing patty cake or Mayday giggling while playing with your jewelry it was a sickly sweet sight Hobie couldn’t deny he enjoyed seeing you in. “'avin fun 'here love?” as he returned with baby food for Mayday.

“Having tons of fun” your black lips cracked in a smile as Mayday clapped her hands babbling something as you turned your head “what you tryna say?” you said curiously and Hobie just stood there with the baby food as you looked back at him “right, feeding her.”

Today was the usual, Peter had opened the door and welcomed you inside and he and his wife were off. Leaving you guys to tend to Mayday. She smiled and babbled when we walked into the room. “Hii Mayday” you picked her up out of the crib and held her close as she drooled and put her hand on her face. How about we play a game with your toys again? Just like last time?

Picking up her toy and shaking it as she got overly excited and Hobie was scrolling on his phone. “Come on Hobie, we’re gonna play.” Ushering him to join you and Mayday as you guys sat on her fluffy carpet as mayday picks up the doll as Hobie is sitting down on the carpet with both of you as you hand him a black haired doll. Hobie had noted previously she reminded him of her because of her clothing. “Looks jus' like you”

“Mhmm” you picked up a random doll and you guys played with the dollhouse that was also on the carpet. “Oh my god, the kitchen is on fire!!” You exclaimed as mayday giggled and Hobie chimed in “We should pu' i' ou'”. Agreeing with this claim as you guys pretended to put out the fire, Hobie managed to get a few pictures of you and mayday playing and then got a full video of all them playing for memories.

After a while it got boring and Mayday was getting bored and started whining so you guys switched to snacks and hair. Picking up Mayday and taking her to the kitchen as Hobie followed close behind, Hobie got her and helped her reach her Cheetos on the top of fridge and you settled on something to drink. When everything was gathered, you all headed back to the room.

You sat on the floor and Hobie put Mayday in your lap while he sat on the floor, relaxed a bit. “You should take her, wanna put your hair in ponytails” Hobie looked at you as you gave that look of adoration, he couldn’t say no to as he sat in front of you as you took some scrunches and toyed with his wicks before capturing them into a ponytail. Then the next one.

“Looking gorgeous babe” you let out a little chuckle and Hobie playfully punched your thigh “ha ha funny” as he switched spots again. You took Mayday into your lap and began to French braid her ginger hair as Hobie took the top of the container and handed her the baby Cheetos.

Hobie watched closely as you braided her hair“You’re so good a' 'ha'” he said while closely observing the way you worked with ease and quickness “My mom taught me when I was younger, It’s something I hold dearly to me cause I love braiding.” Hobie just nodded, the room was kinda silent and you disliked silence cause that was boring. “Hobie, you should play that song we love”

Hobie was unlocking his phone and clicking on his SoundCloud as he scrolled through the many playlist before finding the one you two share. “We share a lo' ov songs, we enjoy 'oge'her dove. Gonna 'ave 'o be mawe specific”. You clicked your tongue as you finished up Mayday’s French braid “Let’s go to bed by The Cure”

The song flicked on and the smoothing beat filed the room, as you nodded your head while Mayday looked up at you and babbled. “Not a lot of people your age get to listen to music like this, gotta let you get a variety of music” Hobie agreed “If 'ha' ain’' righ’”. You had gotten up and handed Hobie Mayday as you held your arms straight and began dancing to the beat, Mayday copying you and as she held her little arms out and began swaying them. You guys giggled as you began to dance to the music , the song drifted on for a while.

“We should let her listen to her to Strawberry Switchblade, I think she’d also like it” as the song turnt on you had sat down and laid on Hobie while the song played and was slowly dozing off as the music played in the background. It had only taken a couple minutes before she was slowly snoring. A long yawn was drawn out of you as you pulled her up and put her in her crib as Hobie turnt the music off while you tucked her in, kissing her head. “Sleep well Mayday”

[cupcakeslushie]

GASP GAY OLD DAD WHAT????

Well ACTUALLY, but ah lmao yes 😂

@wallowaffles

She will exist in the good timeline. Still working on how her and Casey are gonna end up by the movie’s end, so I’m afraid I don’t have much info there, but I know the good future Donnie will have a little baby Mayday at some point. When she meets present Donnie, she’s gonna be so happy. She’s so used to time hopping and seeing Donnie at different points, and while this is the youngest she’s ever seen him—it’s not that weird for her. Mayday will kinda bowl Donnie over, and overload him with what’s going on, but Casey will come in and try to clear things up. Both kids are gonna be pretty manic, as there’s not gonna be much time to prepare for what’s coming.

[missbunnybunny]

🦇" 𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝕸𝖊 𝕻𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 "🦇

Tw: 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑, 𝕹𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙, 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖔 (𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖙), 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, Exhibitionism ( 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒), 𝖀𝖓𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖝, 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 Kink✅.

𝕬/𝖓: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗, 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢🦇!

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚘'𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝖄/𝖓 spider woman 𝟏𝟖+. 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎- 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 Mi amor (my love), Cariño (Love), Hermosa ( beautiful) , muñeca (doll), good girl. 𝕴𝖋 𝖎 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊!

To say you were careful would be an understatement; you were FUCKING paranoid. Miguel had come to study a spider woman from a newly found Earth. But you had no idea he was there; all you felt were eyes on the back of your head and your spidey senses all over the place. You were changing at your apartment after returning from a patrol. Miguel was watching you from outside your window, a noticeable bulge developing with each second he looked.

Finally, you removed your suit from the top of your bed while wearing your pajamas. Scratching could be heard coming from your bedroom door when you hung your suit in your closet. With a sigh, you opened your door to see your pets waiting for you. Nyx purred the moment she spotted you, while Hades' tail waggled in anticipation of being let in. You opened the door completely to let them in, and before you knew it, both your cat and dog snarled at your window. You opened your window, perplexed, to find nothing except the serene New York night sky. Closing your window and dismissing the incident as a bird or anything.

Miguel climbed the stairway before you could see him when he noticed the pets at your window and soon your following shape. When your upper body came into view, you were seeking whatever had made your companions nervous. He was captivated by your ethereal appearance, the multi-color lights giving your skin and eyes a wonderful sheen. He entered your room via the window as you were sleeping, your dog next to your bed, and your cat on a little bed on top of your bedside table.

He reached out a clawed hand and softly touched your face, removing a strand of hair. He moves his finger slowly to your slightly open mouth. He imagined how soft your lips would be over his finger, your tongue giving him love strikes softly but steadily. The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine and a little shock up his cock. You let out a small groan as his finger was about to enter your lips. "mm…Nyx…don't do that," you mumbled. His hand slid away from you like it was on fire, and he watched as you shifted over and became more at ease. He only gazed at his fingers; he was correct, your lips were soft. How will they feel on his dic-

He shook his head, realizing that he shouldn't be thinking such things. He was only here for one reason and one reason only, let alone act on his thoughts. To determine if you were a threat that needed to be annihilated or whether you may be of use to the spider society. He returned to the window, and as quickly as he was in your room, he was gone; he didn't want you to wake up to discover him creepily staring at you with his glowing eyes.

The following day, while you were on patrol. While on top of a towering structure, you had the similar sense that you were being watched. When you turned around, you saw a towering man in a Spiderman suit staring down at you. Your immediate desire was to run, but your feet remained firmly planted on the earth. He removed his mask, revealing a gorgeous man with a strong jawline and wild curly hair. When he talked, his voice was deep and made your heart skip a beat.

" Is your Y/n correct?" he asked. You nodded, still a little affected by him. He had a watch on his wrist, began to type, and a golden doorway emerged. "My name is Miguel O'Hara from Earth-928, please join me." You stared at him before you spoke, he remarked, extending his hand to you. "Why should I trust you?" you questioned nervously. He sighed and rested his hand on his hip. " Mira, I will not harm you. "I'm taking you to the spider society, where there are many people like you." He informed you quietly that he was telling the truth. He was taking you to the spider society and would never harm you, he thought that you were stunning and needed to be protected.

You're not sure how or when he convinced you to accept his hand and lead you to the portal and into the Spider Society. When you entered this building, you were greeted with a dimly lighted chamber with dark blue and red illumination. Miguel called out, "Lyla," and a holographic lady materialized next to him. " Give me a report." He stated You zoned out while Miguel and Lyla chatted and gazed around the room. When the door opened and a group of individuals entered the room, you froze and gazed at them. When you noticed the young kid sitting in her carrier, they also stopped and stared at you. You could hear small laughter and chattering. You thought to yourself as you approached the group that the tiny person was cute.

"How might you be?" asked a young man dressed in a back and red Spider uniform. " Miles " "Don't be rude," the girl next to him murmured as she poked him with her shoulder. " How was I rude, Gwen?" While stroking his shoulder, he said. " It's impolite to point at someone." Gwen, the girl, chastised him, "Am Hobie, by the way." He reached out to shake your hand. " My name is Y/n, and it's nice to meet you. " You said. you were worried because meeting new people wasn't your strong suit. But simply by looking at them, you could tell they were kind and laid-back folks.

"I'm Pavitr, nice to meet you Y/n," the young guy approached you, and you nodded and shook his hand. You felt a weight on your shoulders, little hands on your face, and a small happy face looking down at you. You couldn't help but laugh. " And how are you doing, little one?" You asked the infant in your arms while gently tapping her on the nose, and she shrieked with delight. " Mayday, sorry about that. "I'm Peter B," he introduced himself. "No, it's all right, it's nice to meet you," you said, continuing playing with Mayday.

While all of this was going on, Miguel stood there with a heavy scowl on his face, watching the spectacle. Why were you smiling so brilliantly at everyone but him? His chest tightened as he observed the scene. What was this sensation he was having? The more he stared, the more it hurt, till they found it out when you drew closer to Hobie to get a better look at the outfit he was wearing. JEALOUSY was the culprit. He was envious of all the attention they were receiving from you, while he received none. Lyla photographed his face and labeled it # Jealous he didn't get more attention # Lame # Lmao # Ain't got no bitches.

They rapidly became your friends, and Hobie even began to teach you how to play the guitar. Gwen and Miles began swinging around New York with you, and you even invited them to your place, where they met your pets. Hades adores Mayday and Pavitr, whilst Nyx adores Hobie and will not let him go, she will bite and hiss at you. Miguel has been bringing you on patrol with him, and everything has gone swimmingly. But with every rise, there has to be a fall, and every time she goes to headquarters, someone is following her. They were following her from room to room, hall to hall at first, and suddenly it was much worse.

They began with little, discreet touches. They caressed her hair as though she had unintentionally brushed into someone only to find no one there. It felt like she was being pursued by a ghost, a particularly nasty ghost. But now they're squeezing her side while she's walking, or even hitting her ass. They seemed to be trying to get a rise out of her. They'd do it even if she was in public! She and Hobie were going down the corridor, Hobie's hands behind his head, while she showed him images of Nyx. She'd purchased a suit similar to his for Nyx, and the cat adored it.

Hobie was discussing how he should come to your place and customize the suit so that it appeared ever more stylish like his. You giggled as he grinded. You felt a strong grip on your chest all of a sudden. You virtually leaped out of your skin and spun around like a lunatic. Realizing there was no one around, Hobie came to a halt and glanced at you. He knew something was amiss the moment he saw your face; you were pale and slightly shivering, and your arms wrapped about your chest. "Are you all right? "What's the matter?" He asked. But you were absolutely paralyzed and terrified. That was the end of it; you couldn't take it any longer.

You glanced at Hobie and asked him, trembling, to take you to Miguel's office. He threw his arm over your shoulder and led you to Miguel's office, where you thanked him and stepped inside. Miguel had his back to you and was staring at many screens. others had abnormalities and others were within the building, although it appeared to be the latter. " Miguel," you said to him. He turned to view you, taking in the many expressions on your face, which was pale and on the edge of breaking down.

He sighed and walked up to you, softly caressing your face. "What's wrong, Hermosa?" "T-there is s-someone stal-stalking me," you said, on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Miguel embraced you, pressing your face to his chest as you sobbed gently. Miguel caressed your back while his head lay on top of yours. What you couldn't see was his big smile, and how much he enjoyed your vulnerability. It was your fault for not paying attention to him and his love for you, but the outcome is exactly what he desired.

He drew you away from him and kissed you passionately. He tightened his grip on you as he intensified the kiss. His tongue swiftly overtook yours, and he moved his mouth away from yours, taking a breath and licking his lips. You were gasping and trying to catch your breath as you stared up at Miguel, his eyes half-closed and burning red. His suit was incredibly tight, particularly on his bottom half, where a bulge was fast developing. His outfit dematerialized, leaving him in his boxers. He peered down at you and said in hushed tones, "Strip, and on your knees, Muñeca."

You did what he said, as if in a drunken stupor, and your suit crumbled off your body. Miguel smirked as your knees crumbled in front of his sight. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He stated this while touching your lips with his finger. He tapped once, and with the second tap, your mouth opened, your tongue hanging out. He added a second finger to his slide up and down your tongue. He commanded you to "close your mouth and suck." You did as he said and began sucking on his fingers.

You swirled your tongue over his fingers, doe eyes on him. With an 'mmm', he removed his fingers from your mouth, glancing at the small string of saliva joining his digits and your tongue. You felt dizzy simply looking at Miguel, and when you heard him talk again, it was as if he was holding you on a tight leash. Miguel grabbed your jaw and innocently asked, "Won't you help with this, Cariño?" referring to the bulge in his boxers that was now generating a wet area from his excitement at having you beg under him.

You had lost all reasonable thought, and your mind had just become mush with desire, need, and Miguel. You pulled his boxers with trembling hands and saw as his dick sprung to life, completely erect and dripping little drops of transparent cream. "Well, don't just sit there and look, " he was huge and thick. Why don't you have taste, Mi Amor?" Inching your face closer and closer till you were kissing the base of his dick, he said. You put out your tongue and gave him a lengthy lick that ended with you kissing his tip. Taking him into your mouth and circling his dick with your tongue. Miguel groaned and buckled his hip.

"Ahh~ No, Y/n, don't use your hands." Show me how you like to be pleased." He stated. You followed his instructions with tears in your eyes. Your right hand squeezed your right breast and pinched your nipple. Your left hand instantly found your sex, easily locating the little bundle of nerves. You were drooling and feeling a knot form in your gut as Miguel drove into you, circling your clit with great yearning. The quicker you continued moving, the faster he pushed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and the knot got tighter and tighter until it eventually snapped and you came. Miguel followed with one more powerful thrust and let in out onto awaiting your tongue.

Your eyes were half-closed from crying and coming down from your high. He grabbed your limp body and carried you to his hair. He sat down on it with you in his arms, and you sat tiredly on his lap, staring at him. His second hand came to assault your already mistreated clit as his thick fingers tenderly touched your entrance, accumulating your fluids. You shuddered as if lightning had shot up your spine. "Noo…I can't, s'too much," you moan, struggling to break free from his grip. He cradled you in his arms and whispered into your ear, " Shhh… Won't you be a good girl and take it, Mi Amor? I'll give you the reward shortly."

He shoved his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you. He placed your clit in between his pointer and middle finger, giving it a small pressure, and made your back arch and lips drop open in a hushed moan/scream as your sinful song resonated through the room. You're not sure if it was your extremely sensitive sex or Miguel's deft manipulation of your climax. He drew his hand away from your sex, wet threads stuck to his fingertips. His lustful eyes locked onto yours as he licked each finger clean on his tongue.

They came out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his waist and you bucked against him frantically. You can hear him chuckle at your brattiness. "Patience~," he sang, kissing your lips lightly. He elevated your hips to the point where your sex was aligned with his dick. " Miguel… i-I won't fit," you whimpered as he forced you down onto his tip. He sank you into his dick, your cervix, and his pelvis joining as he pulled your face onto his palm and tilted it to the side to give you a deep passionate kiss. You moaned into his lips, and he swallowed them all. His hand let go of your jaw and came to a stop at your throat, wrapping his hand around it and giving it a light squeezed.

You were so full, and you could feel his dick imprint in your stomach, that it made your toes curl as all the ecstasy rushed over you. "mm, am going to fill up so much-nnn- you won't be able to think of anything but my dick." His cock twitched when your wall flapped slightly. Your moans became louder and louder, and you couldn't stop yourself from being engrossed in the sensation. A conversation could be heard getting closer to the door, as could footsteps. Miguel covered your lips with his palm to keep you silent.

"Shh~, you wouldn't want people watching you get slit on my dick-nnn- would you?" He breathed and thrust into you, your walls tightening at the notion of being observed while Miguel Fucks you stupid. The approaching footsteps came to a complete halt in front of the door, but the person's conversation continued. Your wall fluttered as much as your heart pounded in your chest. Miguel continued to pound into you, his dick digging deeper till it kissed the entrance of your womb. The prospect of being caught and Miguel furiously thrusting into you shattered your already frail strand of sanity, causing you to come undone on his dick.

Miguel continued to push into you while you babbled nonsense until he totally emptied out on you with one final thrust that kissed your womb. keeping you seated nicely on his dick, milking him out to the last drop "That's it, you took it like a good girl, Que Hermosa." He spoke into your ear. Miguel helped you put your clothes back on after pulling you from his lap. " Hermosa, go to your room and rest." "I'll be there soon," he said as he kissed you goodbye and sent you on your way. Hobie greeted you as the door opened. "I was waiting for you." He said.

" What happened to you?" He questioned. "Huh?" You replied out of it, gradually descending from your high. "You look like you've been crying." He stated. "Oh, yeah… But don't worry, Miguel helped me; he said he would help me." You told him, still feeling the heat radiate from your face. You started walking, only to slip and almost fall. "Are you sure you're all right?" he worriedly questioned. " I'm just tired." "Could you help me to my room?" you said shyly.

He merely chuckled as he took your arm and placed it over his shoulder and assisted you in walking to your room. When you arrived, you tiredly thanked him. "Not a problem." He stated this as he walked back to his room, waving to you over his shoulder. You were so exhausted that as soon as you got into bed, you fell asleep. Unaware of the glowing red eyes, that were possessively watching you as you slept not long after you came to your room.

" 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖄/𝖓, 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙," Miguel said to your sleeping figure.

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖑, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊, anyways by the time ya'll are reading this it will be July 9th one day before my b-day, enjoy. 𝕻𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙🦇

𝕺𝖍, 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔, 𝕭𝖞𝖊🦇

[kingnormality]

babysitter club

[sparkyava]

the little things

[dinuxia-bhm]

Teenagers scare the living shit outta me...

Bonus...

Nah I love Mayday with all my heart... 💚💚💚

[belleishavingamentalbreakdown]

dear tumblr I may not be the real peter b Parker BUT IM THE CLOSEST THING YALL GOT OKAY !!!!HAVE YALL SEEN MY BABY OMD, MAYDAY MY BELOVED CHILD AHHHH SO MANY HEARTS FOR MY BABY <333333

I TOLD YALL I ADOPTED HER!!!!!

GOD BLESS EVERYONE STAY HYDRATED <333

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Can you do Miles and Gwen babysitting Mayday in Earth-1610 while Peter and MJ are on a date on Earth-616, and Jeff and Rio walk in misunderstanding the situation, thinking the 2 became teen parents?

A/N: Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with it! 

Warnings: None! (except cavities because Mayday is too sweet)

Word count: 832

"Thanks for watching over her, Miles." MJ said with a calm smile. "Especially on such short notice…"

"Don’t let her stay up too late, okay? If she gets fussy at bedtime you can swing with her for a bit that usually calms her down." Peter added, face scrunched in worry as he passed May's bag onto Miles shoulder. "And don’t give her anything too sweet, the doctor told us to wait until she’s two."

The boy laughed, partially at his mentor, partially because the baby started climbing around his shoulders and pulling at his jacket strings. "Don’t worry you two! The portal is closing! Have fun!"

As the couple stepped through the portal, Miles turned around and looked down at Mayday in his arms. "You ain't gonna give me trouble are you?" He asked rhetorically as he poked at her cheek making her giggle. He climbed the window to his house, where Gwen was waiting while sat on his bed.

"Hi May Flower!" She said, completely ignoring Miles in favor of picking up May and spinning with her in a fluid motion. The baby moved her arms around, laughing like crazy.

They played around with her for a while, allowing her to swing around with her little web shooters and climb around the walls of his apartment, hopefully Miles' parents wouldn’t find any little handprints when they came back from their own date night.

Gwen especially had fun pretending to be a monster while chasing May around the ceiling, but Miles only calmed down and joined the fun after he used his own webs to make a safety net in case May fell down.

In two hours, they had managed to tire May down. She yawned and rubbed her little eyes. Gwen took this as a cue to change her and rock her on her arms until she fell asleep, while Miles cleaned the mess they had made.

Once the baby was out like a light, they sat down in the living room, her little head resting on Gwen's shoulder. 

Miles took a second to appreciate the moment, briefly petting Mayday's curls before leaning back on the couch. "That was… fun." He whispered.

"Yeah…" Gwen agreed. She was looking at him, their legs touching as they sat side by side on the couch, Miles' arm was behind her on the back of the couch, it would be so easy to rest it on her shoulders and-

The small noise of keys entering the door alerted both of them, and their heads turned to face the entrance immediately, leaving them no time to react once it opened.

Jeff walked in first, turned on the lights, then looked up and saw his son, with a girl, on his couch, with a baby. He stopped on the doorway, shocked.

Rio frowned when she saw her husband stop so suddenly, she had to go around him, only to see  her son, with a girl, on her couch, with a baby. Her mouth went agape as everyone in the room stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Why is there a baby in my house?" Jeff was the first to speak, sounding both confused and incredulous.

"Miles Gonzalo Morales, that baby better not be yours!" Rio exclaimed in a hushed low voice, her motherly instincts being the only thing keeping her quiet in the presence of the sleeping baby.

"What?! No! Mom-" He said, choking down his laughter. “She’s a friend’s kid, We’re babysitting.” Miles looked over at Gwen, whose face was red from trying to hold her own laughter.

“Hi, Mr. Morales, Mrs. Morales.” She said, having finally learned the etiquette of their household.

Rio inhaled deeply out of relief. “Hello, Gwanda.” And she turned back to Miles; “When is this… friend of yours coming to get his child?”

“Uhm…” Miles said, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “Pretty soon actually.”

It took about twenty minutes for Peter to get there, and Miles and Gwen had to endure the questioning looks and awkward small talk, all the while keeping little Mayday asleep, but once Peter and MJ finally texted Miles and they left the apartment to deliver May, both him and Gwen let out a sigh of relief before looking at each other and laughing.

“Thanks again, Miles.” Peter said once his daughter was cozily wrapped in his arms.

“No problem.” He said.

“She’s the sweetest.” Gwen added with a silly smile.

Back in the apartment, Rio stared at the door with a longing look, but it was Jeff who spoke first; “Do you think we’ll have grandkids?”

“Jeff!” She exclaimed, turning to her husband and hitting him on the shoulder; “Ay, he’s too young!”

He only laughed, passing an arm over her shoulder and pressing her against him. “Of course not now, I was just thinking.” Rio sighed in defeat, laying her head on his shoulder.

“That girl is not all bad… At least we know now that they are at least a little responsible…”

Thanks for reading! I think Jeff would be the best grandpa