#muse: mayday parker

[wxbslingers]

@merriemarvels asked: [ i’m making you feel guilty. is it working? ] (in brackets bc ASL - no but please Mayday giving Benjy a hard time bc he wants to help and she keeps babying him but he's deaf not helpless also hi)

+ It wasn't HARD for a smile to spring to life atop Mayday's lips . There were FEW things that could just as easily make her DROP her guard as her SIBLINGS seemed able to do . Annie's own attempts at being a complete MENACE not withstanding .

That's worth it's own story , you think to yourself . Knowing that your little sister is absolutely never going to stop being a bundle of mischief and energy .

Tossing her mask down onto the TABLE , the white eye-pieces seeming to stare back at them both, Mayday knelt down so she could be at EYE-LEVEL with her brother . God, one minute she had LOOKED and he'd been the little baby in their mother's arms . Now ? She can already feel PRIDE bursting inside her . knowing that she hit the JACKPOT when it came to a younger brother .

[ Jury is still out on that one . Try again later. ] She signs back , still smiling as she playfully shakes her head a bit. [ Listen, I'm not trying to make it like you can't help . I'm just ... ]

A small sigh as she mulled over her WORDS .

[ You're my baby brother, and I want to protect you . It's hard not to. ]

[arxchnoverture]

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+ " Can we SLOW this down just a bit ? I'm starting to actually BREAK A SWEAT . "

[arxchnoverturea]

+ " If I hear ONE joke about that NSYNC song and my name, I am going to be an unhappy Spider."

[mb-blue-roses]

AtSV musings.

So, the final scene. With Gwen & her team.

[Image ID: A screenshot from the end of Across the Spider-verse. From left to right it shows Peni Parker standing on Sp//dr, Hobie Brown, Peter B. Parker holding Mayday, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Margo Kess, Peter Porker, and Noir Peter Parker. All are staring forward. End ID]

I have one question about this. So obviously B, Peni, Pavitr, and Margo probably still have their watches, and Gwen has the one Hobie gave her, but what about the others?

I imagine that Hobie has another one for himself, but does he have more bonus watches that Ham and Noir can use? I'm genuinely curious about this lol

[inhcritance]

Thoughts of the day: Harry and young children

(Under the cut, because it got long, my thoughts on Harry and small children, and on him having children. I didn't really know how to tag it, so here's your warning, and as usual, keep yourself safe and comfortable.)

So, I am very weak for found families and families of choice, and I was talking about related topics, one thing led to another, and I ended up thinking about Harry and babies, and children.

And thing is, he finds children cute. He hasn't been around many, and would be a bit awkward around them at first, but the moment a baby babbled at him he'd just melt from the cuteness. Hand him a happy baby and watch Harry find them adorable.

He would be a bit more censorious about children being rowdy, because he's still very much serious about appearances, but he'd be the kind of uncle/family friend who would enjoy teaching science things to children and bringing them to science exhibits, and very seriously answering their questions.

He'd also master the art of rambling and telling stories so that babies and young children fall asleep (and give his loved ones free reign to tease him about his skill on boring babies to sleep).

He'd have his flaws as a parent, but he'd definitely ensure he had time for any child or children he had, and that they knew they're loved.

This said, and going into not so-soft topics, he wouldn't consider having children easily, because he wouldn't want to risk passing on his illness. It would take him finding a cure, or having the means to ensure his children would not be haunted by the need for it, to consider having biological children. Which, while not impossible, it's the reason I've been struggling with giving him a middle-aged verse in which Normie and/or Stanley are around.

This said, adoption or inter-dimensional adoption would still be an option, depending on the verse, and also I'll probably end up giving him a middle aged verse at some point, with potentially small Osborns making guest appearances.

[uselesssomebody]

Oooooo wondering if I request a miguel o'hara x platonic(maybe) shy reader who’s a popular superhero spider person who bonded with venom and has an infant son who’s a mommy boy with her boyfriend Miguel of her dimension. Miguel sees the reader reminded of his dead wife reader of his dimension. Pretty cute her infant son and Mayday Parker having play dates, she’s the godmother of Mayday and Peter is the godfather 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕜𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜' 𝕕𝕒𝕪 - dad!miguel o'hara x mom!reader

(or astv's spider society x platonic!reader)

complete masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader and peter b. have a 'bring your kid to work' day at the spider society

a/n || i have been frothing at the mouth to write dad!miguel so here

➵ anon i'm actually kneeling at your feet for this request; it's so *chef's kiss* unfortunately, i know 0 things about venom, and i forgot about the 'shy' aspect of reader, but otherwise, i tried to nail this request. if you want a shy reader x miguel specifically, just send me another req, and i will have it done.

➵ lemme talk about the spanish real quick: a lot of it in this one thanks to the lovely @spookyanamurdock. quite a bit of spanglish as well, translations are next to the spanish bits

➵ also miguel (both of him) is the only one to speak any spanish. reader is not coded as being able to speak spanish or necessarily being from a spanish-speaking country, but she can understand what miguel is saying.

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

it'd been nine months since she'd had a full night's rest.

guess how old her infant was.

she was jolted awake to the sound of wails and cries and she quickly rubs her hands over her face as she sits up. she looks behind her to see her husband roll in his sleep at the sound, and she smiles, getting up more quickly so that she can handle their child before he wakes up.

she steps into the next room, where their son is rocking in his cradle, evidently upset. she pouts a little at the sight of his chubby cheeks pinched into a scowl, and his gummy mouth open and ignorant to how loud he was being.

"what's woken you up, baby?" she mumbles, quiet and rhetoric, as she immediately takes him in her arms, rocking him softly on one side while using her free arm to gently pat for where he was feeling discomfort. noticing none, and recognizing his cry wasn't that of hunger, she lifts him up gently, looking in his adorable, curious eyes.

she notices his cries have simmered, a more satisfied and sleepy expression on his features, and she smiles, "did you just want mama to hold you for a bit?" she muses, as she lovingly tucks his head back into her shoulder, quietly pacing the room with him. in another couple moments, he's out like a light once more, and she chuckles to herself as she lays him back down in his cradle, momentarily forgetting her annoyance at losing sleep as she traces a soft finger over his features, beaming at his adorableness, "goodnight, gabe." she murmurs softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead, before she slips back out of the room, and into her bedroom. the clock by her bed reads 3:07, and she sighs, her exhaustion overtaking her once more. she smiles at the sight of her husband, still knocked out in the same position. she lays back down next to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as she revels in his large stature and radiating heat, falling asleep next to him almost immediately.

she was a little shocked when she'd gotten a call in for work the next morning. well 'work' is a better way of putting it, as you can't exactly put 'multiverse-hopping for the spider society' on a resume.

she'd worked with the gajillion other spiders in nueva york for a little over 3 years before she'd had to take maternity leave for the little baby she was currently heating up a bottle of milk for. on the other side of the kitchen, her husband was allowing gabe to sit on his shoulders and play with his hair as he tried to clean dishes, and she suppresses a laugh at the sight, plucking gabe off his shoulders. "enough of that, baby." she muses, "you'll mess up daddy's hair," she sets him into his high chair, gently sticking the bottle in his mouth, as her husband comes and sits next to her. she gently runs her hand through his hair, straightening it out where gabe messed it up.

"miguel?" she starts, and he nods, his eyes looking up at hers, "i've gotta go in today." he furrows his brow a little, before realizing what she was talking about.

"¿cuándo regresarías?” (when’ll you be back?) he mumbles, still a little sleepy from the hectic morning. she shakes her head.

"no clue yet. think we can get a sitter for him?" she cocks her head to gabe, who was happily enjoying his bottle himself. miguel sighs, rubbing his eyes a little.

"no creo, cariño" (i don't think so, sweetheart.) he looked stressed, and she looked at him sympathetically, so she shakes her head.

"that's okay, hun." she rubs his knuckles a little, "i'll just take him with me." miguel's eyes widen in worry, and she chuckles.

"it's just a consultation, don't worry." she smiles, "we'll not move an inch from the headquarters." his shoulders relax a little, and a smile finally falls over his tired face.

"uhm, claro. si, suena bien, sure." (right. yeah, that sounds good, sure.) he pauses for a moment, "uh, will the big guy be okay with it?" she looks at him confused, before she bursts out in laughter, making gabe jump a little, dropping his bottle. she winces a little, picking it up for him and mumbling a quick 'sorry' 

"are you talking about other-miguel?" she teases, and he groans with a smile.

other-miguel was her boss, the person in charge of the spider society. it'd been an... experience when she'd first met him.

originally, her recruitment was overseen by spiderwoman - jessica, her lovely friend who she was now coaching through her own pregnancy. because jessica brought her in, she'd not actually met other-miguel until nearly 2 months in.

the first time she'd seen him had been when jessica was at home - or her home universe - and she'd instead had to discuss her next mission with him. she'd gone up to his office, ready with a quip about how he had the same name as her long-term boyfriend - but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her boyfriend's back in front of her. her eyes widen, and her greeting catches in her throat. other-miguel looks back at her, and he's got a similarly surprised look in his eyes.

"¿cariño?" (sweetheart?) he asks in his familiar, gruff voice. it was tinged in slightly more exhaustion.

"hon - honey?" she stutters out, finally able to clear her throat enough to talk, "what are you doing here?" he blinks in shock, before he sighs deeply, realizing what had happened.

"no - no, no soy…" (i'm not) he inhales, "you're seeing a miguel o'hara?" she blinks.

"honey, what are you-"

"no-" he cuts her off, "i'm not your miguel." her eyes narrow, before it dawns on her.

in the entirety of the spider society, there were countless versions of 'peter parker', a handful of 'miles morales's, and more than a few 'gwen stacy's and plenty of 'm.j.'s. it would be, in fact, more shocking that there wasn't more than one miguel o'hara in the multiverse.

"oh." she mumbles, "oh." a beat passes, "do you - you know someone like me too?"

his face is downcast. it's a touchy subject.

"si. así es." (yeah. that’s right.) there's a silence that passes over them, before his face becomes stern again, and he begins explaining the mission.

it took 3 more missions for other-miguel to open up about the woman she reminded him off, and she, in turn, would point out the differences between him and her boyfriend. they had a strange bond, something that was difficult to properly explain to anyone else, but they felt no obligation to.

she knows miguel found it hard to be around her at first. every time he'd look at her, his face would flash in a pain that she only came to know about later, and one she hoped to never understand. similarly, it made her feel weird to be seeing and hearing her boyfriend, yet having to adamantly remember that it wasn't him. it became better after a while, as it was easier to notice the differences between her miguel and other-miguel.

now, she was good friends with him - at least, as friendly as anyone could be with him.

"yeah, he won't mind," she continues, talking to her boyfriend, "besides, peter brings his little one in constantly. it'll be fine." she smiles, and her husband seems to calm a little.

"perfecto." he rises slowly, pressing a kiss to gabe's forehead, and then her lips, "¿te vere ésta noche?" (i'll see you tonight?) she nods with a small smile.

"yeah, honey." she waves him off as he heads to work, before she picks up gabe, "you ready for some misadventure, baby?" she teases, pressing a kiss to his nose. he coos in response, and she takes it as a yes, pulling out her watch.

after a couple minutes, a multicolored portal opens in her kitchen, and jessica walks in, waddling a little with the large weight in her stomach. she grins wide at the sight of the mother and son, cooing at the adorable child.

"i haven't seen you in ages!" jessica drawls, taking her into a hug, before plucking gabe up, and playing with his little baby hands, "have you grown, gabe? you're so big now!" he giggles in response, as though he's taken the compliment, and jessica laughs, handing him back to his mother.

"how've you been, jess? how's the tummy?" she asks, rocking gabe slowly. jess rubs her stomach, pouting a little.

"they're kickin' and screamin' to get out." they both laugh at the comment, before jessica pulls out a small, baby-sized watch, a visitor pass for baby gabe, "here." she slips it over his small wrist, "don't want you glitching out, do we?" jessica steps back, before looking back at her, "ready?"

she nods, clutching gabe a bit tighter.

"baby's first." jessica jokes, leading her forward. she adjusts gabe on her hip and the watch on my wrist, stepping in. gabe coos in interest at the colors of the portal, and he has to blink a few times when he realizes that the actual h.q. is significantly *less* interesting. he fidgets a little, brows furrowing in confusion, which causes her to soothe him with a hand running along his back.

"it's okay, baby." she whispers in his ear, glancing around at the familiar building and familiar spider-people milling about. a couple of them nod or wave in recognition, and she greets a few, before jessica pulls her along.

"c'mon, miguel and peter b. need us." she nods at jess's statement, tucking gabe's head in her shoulder and following the woman up to miguel's office.

as soon as they walk in, she see miguel and peter, stood on his suspended platform, look back at them, and 4 youngins on the floor look back too. they're a diverse group, teenagers and just older, and of course, she knew hobie and pav. immediately, the two of them come up to greet her, excited to see her after so long.

"you're back?" pav says excitably, and she laughs.

"no - no, not yet, sorry, guys." she clarifies, and gabe's head pops up at the noise. pav and hobie's eyes widen.

"you've go' a kid now?" hobie's accent, strong as ever, shines through. she rolls her eyes playfully.

"why'd you think i left? for fun?" peter's come down to join them at this point, and he engulfs her in a side hug, before taking gabe off her.

"and how is my little godson doing?" he coos, playing with the baby. she smiles at the interaction, before looking around him.

"where's my goddaughter, pete?" she asks curiously, wondering where may's head of vibrant red is. peter cocks his head in miguel's direction, making her look back up to see the infant crawling around on his giant, familiar shoulders. she laughs, and miguel finally comes down to join them. she sees the other two teenagers' faces scrunch in confusion, and it's suddenly evident to her that they're newbies, and they don't yet know that miguel's slow descent is nothing but a fear tactic and, more often than not, he'd use the faster setting to get to the floor in seconds. he comes up to her, a gruff expression on his face, and the teenagers' seem concerned. until, he dons the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. he nods his head in greeting, and she salutes him, and small grin on her face, as may practically slides down from his arm and into her chest, making her catch the baby with an exaggerated stumble and 'oomph!', "aw, you've grown, haven't you, may-be?" she smiles, having given her goddaughter an adjacent nickname to her own child, "what trouble have you been getting into?"

meanwhile, pav and hobie - uncharacteristically - were cooing over gabe in pete's arms. i turn to the teenagers, and jessica introduces me.

"gwen, and miles - visitor." jess clarifies, pointing at both respectively.

"nice to meet you guys." she nods back, looking between them and may, trying to crawl on her shoulders.

after a couple more moments of catch-up, miguel and pete pulled her up to the panel, along with may and gabe, and jessica pulls the other 4 out. miguel begins explaining the reasoning for the call-in.

"so, these 4 are being assigned to an anomaly. the girl's only been here a month - this is her first real mission - and the guy's here to prove himself." she quirks a brow.

"so he's been here less than a month and he's already on a mission?" it's not common - even she'd had to dredge through a month and a half of training sessions and simulations before going on her first mission - and even that was with jessica. miguel shrugs in response to her question, and peter interrupts.

"i vouch for him. he's a - he's a good kid. mentored him myself. we stopped a multiversal collapse together before." he says casually, so casually that she can't help but giggle. it'd been a year since she'd heard about things like 'multiversal collapses', and she still wasn't used to it.

"okay, where do i come in?" she asks, pulling gabe off of a monitor he wanted to play with.

"you can sit right here and just guide them. peter también va a estar aquí, solo, guialos ¿está bien?" (peter's gonna be here too. just... coach them, you know?) miguel explains, and she nods.

"right... sure. yeah, that works." peter smiles, and miguel points to a monitor.

"your station, m'lady." peter jokes, making her laugh. she sits down, gabe on her lap, slipping an earpiece in her ear and beginning to read the data file on the anomaly the 4 were looking to contain. after a couple minutes, she hears the crackle of a girl's voice - gwen - through the ear piece.

"hey! we've just arrived in the universe." she nods at the confirmation.

"perfect. you guys ready?"

the mission was relatively quick to finish, and she had celebrated with peter once hobie's voice had crackled through, saying the anomaly was captured. he stayed behind to monitor it while the three teens headed back, and she sighed in relief, finally picking gabe up from his place crawling on the floor with may.

while her and peter were tensely trying to ensure the kids were safe and everything went to plan, the two infants had been having the time of their life playing with each other. gabe would find it tremendously entertaining whenever may would begin climbing on walls, and he had tried a few times too, only getting as far as a meter up before his mother pulled him off out of her worry. nonetheless, he absolutely was determined to climb onto a monitor, which resulted in a slight hassle when peter lost audio for a moment.

by the time the mission was over and gabe was back in his mother's arms, he was out like a light, exhausted by his long day in the spider society.

after miles, pav and gwen had made it back, peter was sure celebrations would be in order, something that miguel seemed to be staunchly against, and something she had to reluctantly decline.

"sorry, guys, i should get back home. the little guy's already sleepy, and miguel should be back home by now." the sentence confused gwen and miles, as they looked between her and the intimidating boss of the spider society. she smiles at their confusion, but opts to let jessica explain, as she says her goodbyes and heads out. may, distraught at the thought of not being able to play with gabe anymore, makes a daring attempt to escape with him and his mom, only foiled at the last moment because of an attentive miguel. she smiles at the sight, petting her hair and letting may wave one final time at gabe's sleeping form - moving his hand to mimic a wave back - before heading to the portals.

when she tries to hand back gabe's visitor's pass to jessica, it's fruitless, as the other woman insists she keeps it, a certain knowing look in her eyes. she tries to ignore it, smiling in thanks, as the two head back.

correct to her belief, miguel - her miguel - was changing out of his work attire when they arrived and, upon hearing his greeting to her, gabe's eyes shoot open, excited at the thought of seeing his dad after the long day apart. it makes her laugh, and she sets the infant down on the couch to take off his wristband.

"¿qué tal todo?" (how was it?) comes miguel's - maybe perpetually - sleepy voice from behind her as she fiddles with the closing mechanism of the band.

"good. gabe tried climbing on a few walls, met his godsister - if that's a thing - met other-miguel and his godfather. got to meet the kids too." she lists off quickly, taking off the band and placing it to the side, not realizing that miguel is right behind her now.

he wraps his large arms around her, warmth encircling her body as she squeak in slight shock, making gabe laugh.

"and how was it for you, mi amor?" (my love) he asks, pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her smile.

"well, we saved the day. so it was very good." miguel nods, not letting her go.

"muy bien, muy bien," (good, good.) he whispers, seemingly now less interested in the answer to his question and more interested in the fact that he could hold her after his grueling day.

as soon as the hug lasts a little too long, though, they hear an indignant whine of disapproval, making them both laugh after a moment of shock. miguel detaches from her, and she reaches down to sit with gabe, before pulling him into her lap. his face immediately breaks into a smile, and miguel settles next to them.

"¿qué pasa, bebé? (what is this, baby?) you won't let me hug your mom anymore?" he says in playful upset. gabe frowns at his words, settling farther in his mom's arms.

"i think he's a little jealous." she teases, running her hands through gabe's thin head of hair.

"¡increible! (unbelievable!) i knew her first, amigo." the joking annoyance makes her laugh, as she places a big kiss to gabe's cheek and then to miguel.

"boys, boys. there's enough love for me to share." as if hearing her, gabe whines in annoyance again, making her and miguel look at each other with wide eyes.

"o - okay, it's all for you, gabe." she reassures, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. she looks up at miguel. "please don't start whining, now." she teases. he laughs quietly.

"no te prometo nada." (no promises.)

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Work of art

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2400

Content: being eachother's muses, artists falling in love.

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He had been keeping an eye on you for quite some time now. And every time he spotted you, you were seated with that same book, scribbling something into it. But what got to him most was how you allowed everyone but him to take a peek inside it. What was it, that it’s secret content was never shared with him.

Now you were lounging on a ledge in his office waiting for your mission, but you were content with your headphones on and a pencil in hand. Some times he would forget you were there but he could always feel your gaze on him. He suppressed a smile as his eyes flitted back to his screens, he had never known another person could outbid him at being standoffish.

But this calm peace around him broke when the team gathered and you stirred from your spot to hop down and greet Peter B Parker. He frowned, he had been here the entire time and you had failed to approach him. He resumed his stance, this shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did.

There you were again, now laughing with Peter as Mayday giggled, showing him pages from that damn book. His claws began to emerge from his skin. He was going to give you the cold shoulder too then.

“Why are you so moody today?”, LYLA popped by his shoulder to ask.

“I’m not.”, he mumbled.

“It tends to happen whenever she’s around.”, she wiggled her eyebrows at him which only frustrated him more.

“I’m not moody.”, he spoke through his teeth.

“Surely looks like you are.”, LYLA laughed.

He huffed to turn to the group but his eyes could only keep coming back to you, your shared smiles with Pavitr, your eased body language around Hobie but it only pushed him further into a state of despair when he noticed Miles laughing about something in your book.

He got down from his podium, he was the boss here but the moment your eyes caught his, his anger disappeared and he forgot his words.

Why was it so hard to exert control over you?

He should have you at his beck and call but it was you who had power over him. You could call for him and he would be by your side in an instant.

“Mission allocation.”, he addressed the group.

He sent each one away with a task to do and then there was only you.

“Don’t tell me I’m still suspended.”, you folded your arms because being around him for extended periods of time did you no good.

“Unfortunately, you are.”, he turned away as though he had a chip on his shoulder and his only motive was to cut you deep.

“Fine, then I’m going home.”, you rebelled stomping after him.

“You can’t.”, he replied without so much as even looking at you not affected by your glares.

“Why are you so infuriating?”, you edged closer to him, to get into his line of sight.

“I'm infuriating? You're- ”, he met your gaze as he swallowed the rest of his phrase and your fingers itched for your pencil again, to draw him from this perspective, especially with how the lights fell on his face. It was getting out of hand, he occupied every little corner of your mind and you ran out of pages in your sketchbook from drawing him.

“Ugh.”, you turned away, he was in your head, taunting and tempting you and now you needed another book to capture his pretty face and his emotions. It wasn’t fair that you had to be so affected by him while he was a wall of stone.

“You know what, fine, have it your way.”, you gave up now stuck in close proximity that you were sure the final book you had was going to be filled with sketches of him in his office.

His eyes widened as though he was about to take it back, the brown in his pupils softening to a warm hazel. You wished you had your other art supplies, to capture this new color. You were certain you were going mad.

He watched you go back to your spot, the one he had now grown fond of because you inhabited it. But it didn’t make him feel any better to have you be around him against your wishes. But he wanted to find out about the contents of your book and if he could get LYLA to snoop around, his thoughts could be put to rest.

“Or you could ask her.”, LYLA told him to which he chuckled sarcastically.

“She avoids me like I’m a mutating anomaly.”, he typed away on his keyboard. Bringing up a folder that contained pictures from his camera.

All of it holding pictures of you at different places, while at work or here in his office. This was getting out of hand, his hobby had now become a fixation on you, unable to still grasp the extent of your beauty. That the more he took the more he kept and the more he dreamed of you.

“Now just do what I asked you to do.”, he dismissed LYLA, his eyes sneaking glances at you now aware that it was only the two of you here.

Insufferable, you thought as you shaded his back muscles into your sketch.

He was keeping you here to possibly teach you a lesson and it frustrated you because you didn’t mind. You could stay here, on this ledge as observe him for hours. What you couldn’t understand was why he allowed you to. He sensed when someone had their eyes on him, he knew when people held him in their line of sight and yet he hadn’t said a word to you.

LYLA popped up next to you and you scrabbled to shut your book.

“I’m not going to lie to you, he’s getting on my nerves.”, she sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why? Has he grounded you too?”, you asked to which she adjusted her glasses.

“No, he’s bothered by what’s in that book of yours.”, she muttered and your heart stopped.

“He knows?”, you whispered.

“I’m afraid so.”, she said as she patted down her coat.

“You might have to come clean about it.”, she continued and you sighed closing your eyes.

If he knew, then all this while, he let you watch him because he was waiting make you a public example, expose you to everyone about how insane you were and now there was no way to escape it.

So you hopped down, now feeling guilty of your little obsession. His tall frame loomed over you, every action he did, it made you want to freeze time. To capture the beauty of his hand, the arch of his eyebrows or the shape of his nose.

“Here.”, you held it out to him, as if you were submitting stolen evidence.

He turned to you, his eyes narrowing down on the book you held out.

“Just don’t tell anyone.”, you swallowed, nervous of his reaction.

He held the coveted object in his hands, without waiting a second to open the first page. And instantly, the anticipation in his heart had collapsed.

It was a sketchbook, the first one was of Mayday, then followed by Peter, Hobie and Gwen mid fight, Pavitr riding Jess’s motorcycle. He wasn’t sure why you would have to hide this from him, that was until he flipped to the next page and the page after that to see endless sketches of him. While he was working, while he was sleeping, as he fixed up his suit. He filled all your pages and it made his throat run dry.

“You, you drew these?”, he stuttered.

“I thought you already knew?”, you furrowed your brows as you slowly caught on to what was going on.

“You sent LYLA to spy on me.”, you grabbed your sketchbook from his hands as he searched for an explanation.

“I did not.”, he argued.

“He did.”, LYLA appeared next to him.

“LYLA.”, he chided her but you felt betrayed. That was until you spotted something over his shoulder. A picture jutting out behind a tab. You brushed past him to click on the floating square and as it appeared, you gasped.

“No,- he tried to hold you back but you had seen what you had to see. Buried in the middle of all his reports was a picture of you.

“What is this?”, you asked turning to him, now aware of how he was restraining your arms.

“That’s umm you uhh – he was out of his element, his cheeks turning darker as he blushed.

But to make matters worse LYLA clicked a button and the screens flooded with pictures of you. Pictures that looked like he had taken. You couldn’t turn to see him, because you were sure your cheeks had turned red too.

“Why do you have all these photos of me?”, you asked and in response you heard his sigh.

“The same reason you have all those sketches of me.”, his soft gaze met yours as if you both had been caught red handed.

You matched the intensity in his gaze, his eyes never flinched from yours and every time they were on you, it was as though he was capturing a thousand pictures, drinking in the very sight of you, to memorize you the way you had memorized him. You reached up to touch his cheek and could only watch as he crumbled beneath your touch. Like he craved it, you did too, you could sit for hours to make sculptures of him, to paint pictures of him and fill your room with it.

“What have we done to each other?”, he whispered.

“Found our forever muses.”, you smiled, drinking in the sight of his smooth tan skin as your fingers traced over it.

“Now how are you going to make it up to me?”, you ran your fingers over the shape of his lips to hold the sides of his cheek to make him look at you and watched as he held his breath.

“For what?”, his eyes narrowed, his hands bringing you closer to him.

“For lying to me. For spying on me.”, you smiled and he hummed as though the very sight of your joy made him feel it too.

“I’ve got a few ideas.”, he mumbled as he let you settle on his lap, making him recline in his chair.

“Like?”, you whispered.

“Like sending you home.”, he tucked away your hair behind your ear and it wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Oh.”, you pushed away from him.

He looked at the disappointment in your eyes and tried to rectify his statement but it was too late. He could only watch as you grabbed your book and left. He sunk his hands into his hair, frustrated that he had miscommunicated his intent.

“How is it that you managed to mess that up?”, he heard LYLA laugh next to him.

“Shut up.”, he whined as he came up with a new plan.

You were in your studio, clothed in your jumper and running shorts, staring at a blank canvas in annoyance. Because you wanted to paint him and yet with how he had dismissed you this afternoon, you wanted to try and forget him. There was a knock on your door and you moved to answer it, reducing the volume on your music system on your way out. Opening the door, you were struck by the glimpse of his sculpted physique.

“Why are you here?”, you sulked and he walked past you.

“I’m here to make it up to you.”, He spoke to you as he took in the details of your flat.

“Right. Why don’t you stop wasting your time and get back to your work?”, you brushed past him to your studio.

“No, no, I’m here to commission you for an art piece.”, he got into your line of sight. It was getting hard to ignore him, your mind now getting inspired to fill that blank canvas with a portrait of him.

“What do you want me to paint?”, you asked him in an attempt to make fun of him but his answered stopped you.

“Me.”, he smiled, his eyes shimmering with hidden glee.

“Right, so you can hang it up in your office.”, you dismissed him but he caught your wrist instead.

“No, so you can have it.”, he kissed the edge of your fingertips and you could hear the sound of your heart beating in your throat.

“Why are you doing this?”, you asked as he held your hand over his chest, to feel the rhythm of his heart.

“I want your undivided attention.”, he smiled and you were certain your knees were going to give out.

“All this is not going to get me to do your bidding.”, you stood resilient to his charm only to see his eyes darken, taking on your challenge.

Placing your hand on his chest and holding it there, you inhaled a sharp breath as his suit began to disappear till his waist, as though his shirt had been peeled away and you stuttered for words, entranced by his ethereal elegance. You couldn’t reach for the brushes and painting was the furthest thing on your mind now.

“You can either paint me", he tugged you towards him.

"or kiss me.”, he held your gaze and you dropped the paintbrush you held.

“I’m going to kiss you.”, you told him as if you had a spell cast over you, his hand slipped under your neck as he pulled you in.

His lips were a perfect fit against yours and however hard you tried you could never capture this in drawing, this was only for you to experience. The smoothe panes of his back, the soft warmth that emanated from his body, his hands running up your exposed legs as you sunk your fingers into his hair.

It was passionate as he kissed you for the first time but then it mellowed down as he placed his back on the table, to kiss you slow like he was capturing you in his minds eye.

“Eres una obra de arte.”, he spoke against your lips and you broke away to catch your breath, as you looked at him sprawled beneath you, his hands holding your waist steady. His hair spread out over his head as his cheeks were flush with colour.

“So are you.”, you smiled tracing your thumb over his plush lips. He hummed pulling you in, like he could never have enough of you. His lips met yours again with a renewed passion and as the soft jazz music continued to play in the background, you were certain that these studio sessions were only going to be a lot more frequent.

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

“Come on! You got to keep up if you want to make it in time to kick some bad guy ass!” said Mayday “May” Parker aka Spider-Girl as she swings across the city, while hoping her partner, your muse, keeps on following her as they head towards the city. 

((got the pic  https://twitter.com/Browntable_Ent/status/1598353370133237761

[symbioteburnout]

⭐️ ~for Andi

[[For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.]]

@watsonjackpot

Sometimes Andi feels bad that Mary Jane keeps pulling in so many favors to help her and Mayday. Be it to shave some money off monthly expenses, or getting the couple a room at one of the nicest resorts. She doesn't know how many people owe Mary Jane favors, but she has to run out of them eventually, right? What if she and Mayday wind up using up all those favors and there's none left for Annie or Benjy or Claire???

Of course she's definitely grateful for everything the Parker matriarch as done for her and her wife. Sometimes Andi wishes there was something she could do in return? Though she's worried returning the favor involves grandchildren xD

[scouts-thingsandrps]

Across the Spider Verse Muse List

Miles Morales (1610) (He/Him)

Miles Morales (42) (He/They)

Gwen Stacy (She/They)

Pavitr Prabkhar (He/Him)

Hobie Brown (Any)

Miguel O’Hara (He/Him)

Lyla (She/It)

Jessica Drew (She/Her)

Gabriella O’Hara (She/Her)

Margo Kess (She/They)

Peter B. Parker (He/Him)

Mayday Parker (She/Her)

MJ Watson (She/Her)

Norman ‘Normie’ Osborn (He/They) (Canon Divergent Version from Ember’s Universe)

OCs

Ember Jackson (Any)

Ozzie Octavius (Any)

Ryn Silverfield (Any)

[spider-archive]

Would anyone be interested ?

If I were to add another muse on this would yawl be interested in playing with them : Mayday Parker either played by

Adelaide Kane

or

Phobe Tonkin

[wxbslingers]

open starter

+ " Oh you know ... just HANGING around. " Even with her MASK covering her face, it was obvious that there was a proud GRIN being worn underneath it . No matter how absolutely LAME the joke had been .

[arxchnoverture]

+ @webgreat asked: ”remember to listen to your uncle miles!” (worried spiderdad for insom mayday :’) )

+ " I ALWAYS do ! " Ok, that much wasn't ENTIRELY true . Her track-record, while pretty GOOD , was far from spotless . And considering the LAST TIME she'd been caught out in costume had involved SKIPPING a class to go and HELP defuse a robbery ? Maybe it was for the BEST not to imply that she hadn't ever BROKEN a rule when it came to her costume . Mask in hand, she quickly rushed over and gave her FATHER a quick kiss on the cheek .

" Promise . Nothing crazy . First sign of crazy and I'll come home. "

[arxchnoverturea]

edits of Mayday Parker / Captain Universe (Earth-91110). c

[thwipsnapped]

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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2: BOLD for 616. ITALICS for 65.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other: gwemj friendship is so underrated. when comics/media pit two women against each other, i root for the girls to be besties tbh. exploring their dynamic without it being peter parker power hour? chef's kiss.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance (dimensions away is quite the ldr!) /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other: idk what your mj's sexuality is so please don't feel any pressure with this section!

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other: while i feel these girls would definitely lean on one another -- i sense strong platonic energy rather than familial. however, i am open to the possibilities! for example, i could totally see your itsv mj being a parental/mentor figure to my ghost spider gwen -- and/or gwen being the babysitter for little mayday.

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic*  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other: personally, i don't really subscribe to the whole mj vs gwen dynamic, but if we plotted -- i'd be open to something antagonistic!

*listen, mj or gwen having a villain verse would be iconic. this has truly opened my eyes. perhaps i'll have to make a gwenom verse... or hell, maybe even gwenpool for some anti-hero action.

[eideticspider]

@radioactivedadbod ♡’d for a starter

{✗} "Pay the BABY tax, Parker," Cindy grinned, holding her arms out for the baby. (Complete with GRABBY hands. Smooth, Moon.) She was glad that Peter didn't listen when advised that HQ wasn't the place for a baby. Besides, with a baby as ADORABLE as Mayday, who could argue with him? She thwipped over her can of iced coffee and offered it in exchange.

"Baby tax in exchange for GOSSIP," she mused, crinkling her nose at the infant. "I will tell you all about Hobie and my adventure at Dave and Buster's, plus I'll confirm who Miguel's favorite SPIDEY is." She pauses and arches her brows. "And you can have my coffee."