#swing spiderling

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter begs for a daughter, you can't say no to those puppy eyes.

A/N: Alternative Version 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

(gif not mine)

The house was finally quiet, the rare kind of quiet that only happened after the kids were asleep. You and Peter sat on the couch, tangled up in each other, savoring the few moments of peace. It had been a long day of chasing your two-year-old son, Tony, and helping your five-year-old, Ben, navigate his superhero obsessions—both boys exhausting in their own unique ways.

Peter’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his thumb lazily tracing circles on your arm as you leaned into him. “You tired?” He asked, though the smirk on his face suggested he already knew the answer.

You scoffed softly. “Of course I’m tired. I spend all day keeping your little Spiderlings in check.”

Peter chuckled. “Our Spiderlings,” he corrected, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “And they’re perfect. Just like their mom.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, enjoying the comfort of his presence. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Parker.”

He hummed in response, pulling you closer, and for a few blissful moments, the two of you just existed in the quiet together.

But Peter’s mind was always going, always thinking. And lately, he���d been dropping subtle—and not-so-subtle—hints. Tonight, though, he wasn’t going to be subtle at all.

“Y/n,” he started, his voice playful but with a familiar tone that made you look up at him warily. “What do you think about... maybe... having another baby?”

You groaned, turning your face into his chest to avoid meeting his eager gaze. “Peter, we already have two! Tony still wakes up in the middle of the night, and Ben keeps trying to climb the walls—literally.”

He chuckled again but wasn’t deterred. “I know, I know. But... just think about it for a second. A little girl. Our little girl.”

You lifted your head, giving him a raised brow. “A girl?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, his eyes shining with excitement now. “A mini-you. I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

You stared at him, the hopeful, puppy-dog look on his face making your heart soften, even though you weren’t entirely convinced. “You’ve always wanted a daughter?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Come on, babe , think about it! She’d be perfect. I’d get to teach her how to swing, she’d have the best big brothers, and she’d be the toughest little girl around.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a more tender tone. “She’d be just like you.”

You felt your resolve start to crumble at his words, but you weren’t ready to give in just yet. “Peter, having another baby isn’t like getting a puppy. We already have our hands full with Ben and Tony.”

“I know,” Peter said softly, his hand gently cupping your cheek now, tilting your face up toward his. “But I also know we’d be amazing parents to another one. And I can already see it, babe. A little girl, with your eyes and your smile...”

Your heart melted a little more at the thought. Peter had always been incredible with Ben and Tony—attentive, loving, and so patient, even on the hardest days. The idea of seeing him with a daughter was enough to make you reconsider, but you still had your hesitations.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” You asked, watching his expression closely.

He nodded again, this time a bit more earnestly. “Yeah, I really am. I want this, babe. I mean, look at us—we’ve already made two amazing little boys. A little girl would complete our family.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. It was hard to argue when Peter was this earnest, this loving. You knew he wasn’t wrong. Ben and Tony were incredible, and even though the thought of adding a third child to the mix seemed daunting, there was a small part of you that couldn’t deny how sweet the idea was.

Peter saw the softening in your eyes and pressed his advantage. “I can already picture her, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “A little girl with her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

You laughed softly, unable to resist his charm. “She’d have you doing all her chores, wouldn’t she?”

He grinned, nodding. “Absolutely. She’d be spoiled rotten by her big brothers, too. Ben would make sure she had the coolest toys, and Tony—well, he’d be her little bodyguard.”

You smiled, thinking about the dynamic between your kids if there was a baby girl in the house. Ben was already protective over Tony, and Tony, despite his age, idolized his big brother. Adding a sister into the mix might just be the sweetest thing ever.

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?” You asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at Peter.

He shook his head, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Not a chance.”

You let out a long breath, feeling the weight of his desire, and finally, you couldn’t resist any longer. “Okay,” you said softly, watching as Peter’s eyes widened in excitement. “We can try for a girl.”

Peter’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?”

You nodded, laughing as his enthusiasm bubbled over. “Yes, really. But no promises! We might end up with another boy, you know.”

Peter pulled you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. “I don’t care if we end up with five boys. I just know I want more kids with you.”

You giggled, pushing him away lightly but unable to stop smiling. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One more. That’s it. I'm done after that.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement and love. “Deal.”

Later that night, as you lay curled up beside him in bed, Peter’s arm wrapped protectively around you, you felt a strange mix of excitement and nerves. The thought of expanding your family again was overwhelming, but with Peter by your side, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

As you drifted off to sleep, Peter pressed a kiss to your shoulder, whispering softly into the quiet of the night.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

■□▪︎COURTING▪︎□■ Part 1

{Miguel O'hara/Reader}

《You decided to screw around with biology/Your attempts at trying to wooTHEE Miguel O'hara.》

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"Pav, Hobbie, Gwen! Hiya!" Your enthusiastic voice calls out to the younger Spiderlings. Jess, who sees you happily taking the teens in a group hug. It catches Miles off guard but reciprocates the hug. Gwen flinches, but relaxes in your hold. While Pav snuggles into your warmth, Hobbie groans playfully, patting you on the back.

You chuckle and let them go, before smiling brightly at Jess and waving at her stomach. "Hi little buggy! Your mom is doing an amazing job! Don't make it hard for her!" You tease, causing Jess to lightly chuckle at your antics.

˚Female Wolf Spiders have a strong attachment to their children since they (unlike most spiders) carry them around in their egg sac and do not abandon them. They even protect their newborns after they hatch."

"So... How did the first mission go?" You said warmly, gazing at the teens pridefully. Miles smiles, chatting excitedly. Even pulling out a small art book he had brought with him, drawing a small doodle of what the villain looked like.

"Oh, oh!" Pav excitedly raises his hand, taking your attention.

"Yes?"

"How's it been going with getting the bossmans attention?" Hobbie interrupts with a playful smile directed at Pavitr. "I wanted to ask that!" Pavitr whines as all the young Spiderlings gaze at you.

Jess laughs as you smile happily.

"It's been going well! I think-" You pause as a small noise alerts you.

"I'll have to tell ya'll later, I was assigned another mission, see you soon!"

As soon as you left, Miles turns the page of the paper as little notes and comments are written all over the place. A small doodle of Miguel in his spider suit glaring at you in your own spider suit.

"It oddly feels like bingo.." Gwen remarks. Laughing slightly at her own set of notes, she added.

"I mean, you can't blame us! (Y/N) is literally pulling out all the tricks to get Miguel!" Pavitr says, adding a small heart between the two doodles of you and Miguel.

-

■ Attempt one!■

Males in a few species locate a female and unceremoniously run to her and mate, others court by rhythmically plucking the threads of a web. After the female approaches, he pats and strokes her before mating.

After a long and stressful mission and capturing another anomaly. Your team follows behind you, groaning tiredly and a bit slow to your up-beat pace.

"Miguel~!"

The futuristic Spider-Man eyes your group, nodding to them for their job well done.

Miguel then growls when feeling you pounce on his unmoving body. You hug his waist tightly as Lyla snidely. Your group, afraid of your well-being, beg you to let go. Fearing that he'd kill you, or the more plausible idea, throw you into a wall.

Miguel scoffs as your grip becomes tighter, struggling to get you off of him as you squeal happily.

-

■Attempt two!■

Wolf Spiders perform a mating ritual that are a combination of visual display and vibrations akin to a courtship song. IF the female denies, she may eat the male.

You twirl and swing beautifully in the air, singing to the song playing in the background as you and Miguel track down a music themed Vulture.

When a male jumping spider encounters a female—literally any female—he launches into an elaborate courtship dance, including rhythmic flailing of limbs and complex vibrations.

Miguel rolls his eyes at your small movements that look like you were dancing. Your groove, not being thrown off as you manage to pull Miguel into a clumsy one-sided waltz as you kick the (finally) tied down Vulture.

His mean comments not helping your dancing as Miguel quietly chuckles at your actions.

-

[Part two will be released soon! This is gonna be probably one of my best series yet! Taglist is open for ONE HOUR. Comments are highly appreciated and need to keep this series going! Thank you guys so much!]

(Also, (Y/N) is GN! Miggy is male.)

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Angel - Part 8

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O / True Mates

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers?

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Reader is enhanced, has wings and has powers connected to electricity.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Where's the reader? Includes the previous sneak peek.

Chapter Warning: Brief mention of previous attack.

You’re sitting on a roof somewhere in Queens when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You knew damn well you’d turned it off.

When you pull it out you see a coded message appear. The fact someone has managed to turn on your secure device and send you a message makes you feel uneasy. You glance around but don’t see anyone.

It takes a moment to establish what the message says but you realise the message is from Stark. He seems to be giving you a location.

You know Natasha’s slipped everyone’s numbers into your phone so you take the chance and send him a message.

You - Is this a mission or a safe house?

Tony - Well hello to you too Luna.

You - Please don’t call me that.

Tony - Why? It’s what you are.

You - I didn’t realise you all knew.

Tony - Well we do. Honestly there was a lot of whispering going on I was concerned there was a plan to overthrow the government but it was actually all because of you.

You - I don’t really know what to say to that.

Tony doesn’t initially reply.

You - So which is it Stark? A safe house or a mission because its a mission I need more than a location.

Tony - I’m not about to send our Luna onto a mission when she’s still recovering. It’s a safe house. One of my own personal ones. It’s fancy, has everything you need, cupboards filled, every streaming service you can imagine. Highly secure too. The others don’t even know about it.

You - You don’t have to do this Tony. I’m grateful but you really don’t have to. I don't want to make things awkward for you.

Tony - As much as you don’t want to admit it kid, you’re the Luna, I’m meant to be the pack Beta, although that’s not working out so well for me right now but that’s another story. I have a responsibility to make sure you’re okay. So please do what Mom and Dad ask and go to the safe house. It has a pool. It’s in the Hamptons.

A pool and the Hamptons did sound nice. Wait did he just call himself Dad?

You - Mom and Dad?

He replies with a photo of him and Pepper pulling sad faces.

You rolled your eyes.

You - Fine but don’t use that incredible woman and her sad face against me again.

You stood and put on your flight glasses and slipped your backpack back on your front. You pulled up your hood and pushed your wings out of your back. You weren’t sure where the new set of workout gear had come from but the set of leggings and matching zip up jacket that had appeared in the guest room drawer, fit you like a glove. Just as you were about to take flight you saw the Spider swinging around in the distance. Spiderling? Spiderboy? Whatever.

You pull out your phone and text Tony again.

You - You might want to check on the spider kid. Bruce told me you’d grounded him from his little street ops but I see him swinging right now.

Tony sends you another photo but this time it’s him looking exasperated.

You pocket your phone and take to the sky.

When Natasha gets home she finds a note with the watch she’d given you beside it.

You shouldn’t have done that without telling me. Thank you for taking care of me. I’ll be in touch.

She had no idea how you knew what her and the others had just done. You’ve said you’ll be in touch so you’ve not cut her off completely at least. Were you just pissed they’d not told you? A knock at the apartment door is followed by Clint and Wanda entering, both holding up similar notes.

Half an hour later Steve has summoned them all to the briefing room. It’s clear from the moment they step off the elevator that he’s pissed. The fact all of them refuse to say where they’ve been or what they’ve been doing makes it worse, as did him spotting Clint’s split knuckles. Steve’s ranting and Bucky’s sure he’s about to give an Alpha command to get them to give answers and not just the riddles they are giving now. He risks it and steps in.

“It’s about her, isn’t it?” Bucky asks.

They hide it well but he’s also an ex-assassin and the former Winter Solider sees the tells that confirm he’s right.

“She told me that it was complicated. That it was someone she used to trust.”

Natasha tilts her head slightly in interest.

“You spoke to her?”

“I did, she was having a tea out on the lawn with Pepper.”

The others turned to look at Tony.

“What? Oh if you’re asking me if he spoke to her, he did. Stepped in when super annoying number one got snippy with them too.” Tony replied.

“You did what?” Clint asked.

“Oh erm, Steve was…” Bucky went to reply before Clint cut him off.

“No not you! Him! You got snippy with them? With Y/N and Pepper?”

Steve took a breath and put his hands on his hips.

“I wanted to know where you were. I knew something was going on.”

It takes everyone by surprise when Clint starts moving to the door.

“You know what Rogers, fuck you. I ain’t telling you shit. I’ve been on your side through this whole thing. I'm away from my family, out of retirement to help cover the work whilst the dust settles. Putting everything I have on the line again, and you can stand there and make demands all you want but knowing you’ve been shitty to my pack sisters, one who also happens to be the Luna, when she’s dealing with enough right now, means I’m done. Come on.” He says to the others. “What we did today was to keep our girl safe. All whilst you were making a shitty first impression. Go fuck yourself.”

Clint leaves the room, with Wanda, Natasha, Vision and Bruce following.

Steve growls and takes a step to go after them. Bucky steps in front of him.

“Don’t.”

Steve huffs and throws himself down into one of the briefing room chairs. Realisation washing over him that he really had fucked up.

A few days later…..

Your mind wandered as you laid out on the lounger. As much as Stark had become a pain in your ass, he had good taste in safe houses. The Hamptons was a step up from hiding in a ditch in Scotland, plus every single one of your favourite foods were in the kitchen, and the cashmere blanket Pepper had apparently picked out especially for you, was definitely a special touch.

But your mind wandered to the last week. What a fucking week.

Get attacked my another agent ✔️

Have other agent threaten to throw you in The Raft ✔️

Run off and be extracted by your pack sister and brothers ✔️

Meet your true mates ✔️

Leave the compound without telling anyone ✔️

Receive a coded message from Stark directing you to his fancy pants safe house ✔️

You decided to distract yourself and the sound of the birds tweeting accompanied you as you read your latest smutty book. One of Laura’s recommendations. As the afternoon sun shone down on you your eyelids felt heavy and you could feel the pull of sleep.

You jumped as it was pulled away from you as your phone rang. Frowning you'd set it so only Tony, Pepper and Storm could call you. To everyone else it was on dark mode. Only one person would have the balls to override it.

“This better be good Romanoff.” You snarked, voice still croaky as you recovered.

“We have a situation.”

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

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[certainlynotasimp]

HIIIII! Okay so this idea has been living rent free in my head. But what if Miguel was away on a mission, and Sunny saw it as an opportunity to go ahead and jam out with headphones/earbuds/AirPods. Sunny’s a pretty good singer she just.. doesn’t like bringing it to people’s attention much. And I recommend listening to Can’t Tame Her by Zara Larsson. Sunny’s having the time of her life singing and dancing. Miguel gets back, and Sunny’s still jamming out until she eventually turns around and practically screams seeing him just standing there and all embarrassed 😂 what happens after that is completely up to you.

Dance With Me

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: I'm BACK!! lol. I'm so sorry for the long wait on your request and I absolutely love this song!! Such a bop. I honestly changed some details of your request and I added some details that my lovely Latinx spiderlings mentioned.

A/N: If you guys wanna read some more of my stuff, check out my master list. I have closed the tag list, but if you guys want live updates, a meeting place for simps, and maybe get your ideas added to fics, then come join the discord!

WARNINGS: Grumpy x Sunshine, Female Reader/ Female Pronouns, Pregnancy, Fluff, Embarrassing situation, and Deepl Translated Spanish ((Y'all let me know if the translations are better with this new site some of y'all recommended.))

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“¿Segura que vas a estar bien sola, mami?” Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own, mami? Miguel mumbles as he looks at his love standing by the oven. His eyes cautiously watch her hips sway softly as she hums softly to herself and makes her French toast. Her swollen stomach makes her movements seem more imbalanced.

“I’m sure, Miggy.” The heavily pregnant woman reassures her love. The woman turned back to her worried lover as he stood by the door in his blue spider suit.

Hitting the third trimester of pregnancy has led to Miguel becoming more of a protective force than he was before. He already had to fight his stubborn little sunshine to be benched during the first two months of her pregnancy, which resulted in the compromise of her moving into this apartment to appease both of them. Now in the sixth month of bringing this new little life into the world, the man had to basically be pried away from his apartment in order for him to go on missions outside of his dimension.

For example, if there wasn’t another Spot on the loose again, Miguel would be content with staying home with his girls and gorging on the trashy romantic comedies that she kept playing on repeat. Of course, he would never voice his disdain for the films. Not when he gets to see her eyes light up in delight as her voice floods the apartment in laughter.

“You really don’t need to worry about us, mi amor.” She calmly assures him as she wraps her arms around him. Her bump made it difficult for her to embrace him, but the little flutter of feet against his abdomen made up for it. “We always know that Papi will always keep us safe.” She mutters as her bright smile cuts through Miguel’s heart.

Cupping her face, Miguel whispers softly, “¿Qué hice para merecerte?” What did I do to deserve you? He presses gently kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and lips as she giggles at the feathery light affection. Miguel knees down and pressed a firm kiss on her bump while whispering, “Pórtate bien, Estrellita. No quiero que le causes muchos problemas a tu mami mientras no estoy.” Be good, little star. I don't want you to cause your mommy too much trouble while I'm gone.

A strong kick meets Miguel’s lips unexpectedly as he chuckles at Maria’s attempt to tell her father to get on the road. 

Standing up, He gives his love another kiss before heading out. As he swings away, the pregnant woman looks down at her bump and mumbles.

“Now that Papa is gone, we can have some fun.” 

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“Lyla, si vuelves a mandarme a algún sitio así, te pondré en el monitor de bebés de Mayday.” Lyla, if you ever send me anywhere like that again, I will put you into Mayday's baby monitor. Miguel seethes as he limps out of the portal with the rest of the team.

The mission was a lot more difficult than the team was briefed on. They knew that The Spot was involved, but Lyla didn’t mention Doctor Octavious and a Prowler would be there as well. Miguel had handled the two while the others worked to capture The Spot, but the task wasn’t easy as the large claw marks along his sides and heavy bruising proved. Luckily, they managed to capture the enemies, but everyone receive a significant amount of damage. 

Lyla laughs as she plays with some weird virtual version of a toy Gwen had yesterday. The annoying popping of the rubber bubbles causes Miguel’s already sour mood to worsen as she muses, “ No need to fuss, Miggy. You guys are still alive and ready to kick ass tomorrow.”

“I don’t think being alive is a good thing right now…” Pavitr groans as he plops onto the floor as Hobie grumbles beside him about his destroyed guitar.

Jess rolls her eyes as she plops herself in Miguel’s normal spot by the monitor and throws Miguel a knowing glance.

“Why don’t you head on home, Migue?’ Jess offers which causes him to look at her a little surprised. “You need to be home with Sunny. Believe me, I understand how uncomfortable she is right now.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Miguel argues, “What about your-”

“My husband can handle Little Bit while I finish this report.” Jessica shuts him down as she shoots him a familiar glare he recognizes from his own mother. God, he hopes his sweet sunny doesn’t develop a glare like that. She would have him running for his money.

Miguel silently thanks his friend as he leaves, opting to swing home instead of the portal. Deciding to pick up some takeout from her favorite restaurant on the way.

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As Miguel approaches the door to their apartment, the soft buzz of pop music filters through the thick walls of the building. His eyebrow quirks up as he softly opens the door. The young black and white mass of fur greets with silent chirps as Miguel shushes him. He closes the door quietly as he kneels down and scratches behind the cat’s ears. 

“¿Qué hacían nuestras chicas mientras yo no estaba, Moony?” What were our girls doing while I was gone, Moony? He coos as he stands up and places the bags of food on the counter.

Moony runs off as the soft voice he loves fills the apartment. 

“Don't need no one, she can dance on her own

Club is closin', but she ain't goin' home

Night is still young, where the hell will she go?

Nobody knows nobody knows”

The hyper-pop music boomed from the sound system as Miguel rounds the corner and his face splits into a bright grin. His red eyes soften as he watches his pregnant love freely dancing around the living room with a pint of ice cream in her hand. His worn sweater consumes her frame as she twirls and blurts out lyrics.

“Can't tame her magic energy

She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)

Every time (every time)

But she don't care, she gonna do what she wants (she wants)”

Watching her ridiculously move with a large bump almost made Miguel chuckle, but he didn’t want to disturb her yet. He waits for her to twirl one more time before stalking toward their bedroom. 

She continues her private concert as she shoves a spoonful of ice cream before using it as a microphone. The utter giddy from these past few months filled her being as she sings out.

“And you can't tie her down

When the night comes around (around)

Said she gonna party all night (all night)

And you can't change her

Can't blame her, can't tame her”

A pair of warm arms wrap around her waist as her heart stops in her chest for a moment before a warm purr rumbles in his chest. She relaxes as her purring lover mumbles, “Parece que tuviste un día divertido, mi amor.” You look like you had a fun day, my love.

“I did.” I giggle as she can feel his hips sway to the music with hers, playfully dancing with her. His warm hands gently rub her stomach as their little one happily greets her father with little kicks. “She’s gonna be ready to fight crime by the time she gets out of there.” She jokes through a particularly hard kick. The mother was now sure that Maria is gonna be as strong as Miguel with the bruises she was starting to have.

“Bien. Quiero que aleje a todos esos niñatos de ella hasta que tenga treinta años.” Good. I want her to fight all of those little boys away from her until she's thirty. Miguel grumbles as he thinks about his little girl possibly dating little punks in the future.

“Papi, she’s not even here yet and you’re already so protective.” She giggles as she turns around in his arms. Her eyes light up as she’s met with her grumpy boyfriend’s bare chest and low-hanging joggers, but a pout appears as she sees the large claw marks and bruises running on his sides.

“Por supuesto que sí.” Of course, I am. Miguel smiles mischievously as the music transitions into a familiar upbeat tune that causes his love’s concern to fade to amusement. “Tengo que proteger a mis hijas y mostrarles cómo los hombres de verdad tratan a sus hijas.”  I have to protect my girls and show them how real men treat their girls.

A whirlwind of laughter fills the room as Miguel starts to pull her into the Cumbia. Her moments of imbalance missteps were soothed by his strong hands as he catches her. The couple spend their evening in each other’s arms dancing and loving their growing family.

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[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Once upon a Monday night after patrol...

Peter (swinging in through the window in the spidey suit, taking his mask off): Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark! Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!

Tony (who is in the middle of fixing Dum-E paused his tinkering at the whoosh, lips twitching to a smirk which he hid by drinking coffee): What, what?

Peter (beaming so wide): I made three friends today! Well four if you count the elusive one who approached me but shied away from the others. I named them Stephy, Stacey, Gwen and Michie!

Tony: Aha, and what are they this time? Birds? Bees? Iguanas?

Peter (still smiling, brings out a phone to show him a photo): They're cats Mr. Stark! And they're so cute, I love them so much! See. One white, one cream, one grey, one black. They're all cat colors!

Tony (shuffles the kid's hair): Hm-hm. Nice going Underoos. Looks like a menagerie.

Peter (suddenly goes shy): Uhm, could we- I mean if it isn't too much, sir, and only if it isn't! Err, could we maybe, if it's alright with you, go to the petting shop for my birthday?

Tony (felt his eyebrows rising automatically, looking at the camera, knowing Friday is already making a list of pet stores he could acquire): You want a pet? Is that your wish?

Peter (looks down): Ahm, no, I just...ahm, I just thought it'd be fun to pet some cats and dogs with you. It'd be a memorable experience, but uhm, you don't have to if you're busy or if...if you'd rather not. No pressure Mr. Stark! I mean, I just thought I'd ask.

Tony (face softening into a smile): Of course. Tell you what, meet me outside your apartment 10AM tom. We'll get breakfast, go to the pet shop and then the other three places I planned to take you to.

Peter (eyes widen): Really? You'd spend the day with me Mr. Stark? But aren't you busy or something?

Tony: Nope. Not at all. All free for my favorite spiderling.

Peter (is unable to hide his excitement and went for a hug): Thanks Mr. Stark!!

Tony (finds himself squeezed by his favorite half arachnid child, not really complaining and patting his kid in return): There, there, Underoos. There, there.

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Later, several people will receive a meeting cancellation and request to reschedule.

President Elis, Nick Fury, Steve Rogers and the entire board of Stark Industries.

And when they reach out to Pepper Potts to ask what the heck, her polite and professional answer would be simple and concise.

"Code S," she would say, and they would all perk up into a knowing smile, understanding and accepting the code for what it is.

Code S. Reserved for one specific boy from Queens who happens to be Friday's, every Stark employee's and every affiliate's and partner's top priority over everything as per the mandate from Tony Stark himself. Everything else will be put next in line if the code is triggered.

There's even a video/threat attachment to the email to discourage anyone who dares disobey or violate the terms and agreement.

Officially, it stands for Code Superior. In front of Tony and Peter, the avengers sometimes call it Code Spider-man, even if Peter has no idea about the mandate and signed agreement that anyone who needs Tony Stark/Iron-Man to work with or for them has to sign. But they all knew it meant something else anyway.

Code S, in Friday's coding and among Tony's closest relations, could only stand for one thing. Code Son. A spot unofficially but exclusively reserved for one clueless Peter Benjamin Parker.

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A Random Rainy Night:

Peter: *Enters completely drenched & shivering*

Tony: Underoos!! *starts screaming & pampering him*

*While making cold chocolate to warm up his little spiderling*

Tony: Why didn't you swing in your suit? It would have saved you from resembling a kicked & drenched puppy.

Peter: *pouts* I am not a puppy

Peter: Also, it’s a million dollar worth suit, Mr. Stark. Couldn't get it wet

Tony: astonished, slackjawed, flabbergasted

Tony: Is my age catching upto me or did you actually took a nose dive into a freaking lake with that suit?

Peter: oh! It was waterproof?!

Tony: Flabbergasted Stark

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Thanksgiving (Nonviolent Communication One-Shot)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x SpiderFemaleReader (colleagues to friends to lovers; currently in the friendship era, so no romance.) Summary: Thanksgiving at Miguel's. Word Count: 7,094  Warnings: None! Just a cozy Thanksgiving dinner with Miguel and the other spider members. Some Spanish included but translations can be found at the end. A/N: This is a one-shot for my Nonviolent Communication fanfic but can be read as a standalone. Masterlist

Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! Happy Thursday to everyone else!

The air is chilly as you swing through the air. The city is busier than ever with Thanksgiving just around the corner. You spot people already buying groceries for their dinners. You hear of their plans as you swing above them, hearing how they’ll be picking up family from the airport or how they still haven’t decided what dessert to bake for dinner. 

Hearing other people’s plans remind you of the times you had that, back when you still had your parents, Peter, and his Aunt May. The five of you would have dinner together at your parents’ place and it was always a great time but eventually Aunt May passed away. Then it was your parents and that left Peter and you. And now it’s just you ever since Peter’s death four years ago. 

You swing onto a rooftop, staring down at the city’s streets below. It wasn’t until last year that you even celebrated the holidays. You just didn’t have it in you after losing your last bit of family with Peter’s death and cutting off friends from your universe years ago after Peter’s passing, however, ever since joining the Spider Society, things have changed. Last year you had friendsgiving with your spidey friends like Miles, Hobie, Gwen, and the rest of the group. Then, for Christmas and the New Year you were invited to Miles’s building party by the Morales, which resulted in you taking food to Miguel and spending time with him on both occasions. 

Now, this is the second year of holidays with friends, and the thought alone fills you with an immense gratitude after spending three years on your own before joining the Spider Society. You haven’t talked with your friends about any plans for Thanksgiving since you’ve all been busy with missions and the spiderlings have had school but you’re sure by today you’ll be talking about it. Ever since last year’s holidays, things have changed between Miguel and you. He’s far more open ever since he almost lost his life back in the spring and then there’s the Saturday dinners at each other’s places. You can’t help but wonder if he’d be interested in joining you and the rest of the group this year, though you know it’s still hard for Miguel to be open around the others. Still, you hope at least the two of you can do something if he’s up for it. 

With one last glance around your city to make sure everything is alright, you open a portal and travel to Nueva York, finding yourself instantly at HQ. You walk through hallways, nodding to other fellow spider members as they greet you on your way to the cafeteria where your friends informed you they’d be at. You finally reach your destination, taking a seat on an empty chair as the group talks. Being the last one to join, everyone turns to greet you. 

“She’s finally here!”

You laugh and nod. “Sorry guys, morning patrol.” 

“It’s alright, we were just talking about this week’s missions but now that we’re all here we need to talk about Friendsgiving!” Gwen says. 

“Yeah, about that,” Miles says, smiling nervously. “We have family from mom’s side coming and I’ve been put in charge of showing my cousins the city for the next couple of days until Thanksgiving. I won’t be able to attend our little gathering this year. I’m really sorry, guys,” he says apologetically. 

“I… Won’t be either,” Gwen reveals. “Ever since my dad and I made up after I revealed my Spider-Woman identity, he decided to reach out to other relatives and now we’re traveling out of the state to have Thanksgiving dinner with them in Montana. We’re leaving two days before, so I can’t make it either.” 

“Gayatri has a three-day event she was invited to and she’s asked me to go with her. I can’t say no and disappoint her, so I’m afraid I cannot attend, too,” Pav adds with a frown.

And just like that, everyone had some kind of plan that makes it impossible to have Friendsgiving before Thanksgiving like last year. 

“Wait, Y/N, what about you?” Miles asks with a frown. 

You smile and shake your head. “I don’t have any plans but it’s alright.”

There’s an instant buzz around the table about the fact that you have no plans and that you’re going to spend Thanksgiving day alone. You get their attention, trying to calm them down. 

“Guys, it’s fine. Please calm down. Friendsgiving doesn’t have an official date. We can do something afterward, it’s no problem.”

“But you’re going to be all alone,” Margo says with a sad expression. 

“I’ll be fine,” you reassure them. “Seriously. I’ll make some dinner for myself and probably start watching Christmas movies or something.” 

“That sounds nice,” Noir says, nodding. 

“It is, Noir! So, you guys do your thing and we’ll plan afterwards, okay?” you reply, trying to reassure them once again that you’ll be fine, besides you still haven’t asked Miguel if he has plans, though you don’t mention him to avoid answering questions.

Your friends nod, a bit hesitant but there’s nothing else any of you can do. 

“You should come over. You know mom and dad don’t mind. You’re the one that declined the invitation last week” Miles says, reminding you that the Morales family did in fact invite you for Thanksgiving but you were made aware that new family members would join this year.

“Miles, there’s going to be new people. It’ll save us having to lie about me being your school mentor but please thank your parents again for the invitation. I appreciate it,” you say, smiling. 

“I guess that’s true. Plus, my cousins will probably pick up on something. My mom already told me to avoid my ‘actividades de arañita’ to prevent any suspicions,” Miles says with a frown. 

You smile at him. “It’s better to do what Mrs. Morales says. You don’t want to upset her. Just enjoy the day guys! We’ve all worked a lot these past few days,” you say thinking about the multiple missions you yourself have been on only in a few days. “Rest and enjoy your time with your loved ones.” 

About half an hour later after talking and convincing your friends that you’ll be fine on your own, you head to Miguel’s lab with two coffee cups in hand to get some work done. For months now you’ve been working with him on the society’s reports that always consist of the anomalies captured each week, along with information about planned missions and other duties that are assigned to members in order to keep the Spider Society running effectively. After working on the reports on his own for so long, well with some help from Lyla, Miguel asked you a few months ago if you were interested in helping with that after you helped over the few days he was recovering from his injuries. Since then, you’ve been working together on the reports with ease and it’s one less thing Miguel needs to do on his own now. 

You reach Miguel’s lab, calling Lyla’s name as always so she can inform Miguel that you’re there. Despite your friendship and everything you’ve shared with each other over the last year since you joined the Spider Society, you’re still respectful of his space. 

“You know, I don’t think Miguel really cares that you enter his lab without announcing yourself. You could just come in,” Lyla says, appearing out of nowhere, sitting in mid-air with a leg crossed over the other. 

“Miguel doesn’t like it when members enter unannounced,” you reply with a smile. “You know that.”

Lyla grins before she disappears, appearing again a few seconds later. “But you’re not like the other members,” she answers, sliding her heart-shaped glasses down her nose, still grinning. “You know that... Go in.” 

She disappears again, leaving you alone. You enter Miguel’s lab, walking by the many, many surfaces with organized tech pieces thanks to you since you’ve been organizing his lab for months now, until you reach the heart of Miguel’s lab. You find him standing on his platform with his back to you, arms moving as he slides screens around. Upon hearing you, he turns around to face you. A small grin forms on his lips.

“Good morning,” he says, softly. 

“Good morning,” you reply as you approach him, cups of coffee in hand. “I don’t know if you’ve had coffee already but I brought you some.” 

“I haven’t. Thank you,” he says as he accepts the cup from you, smiling softly as he notices you’ve brought him a large one. Somehow you’ve been getting him these large coffee cups from the cafeteria when he used to struggle to get them before. He specifically orders large cups for himself as the regular size cups don’t satisfy his caffeine intake due to his physique yet he was never able to get his hands on them in the past because other members got them before he did. Ever since he mentioned it months ago, you’ve somehow been able to get him these without issue. He still has no idea how but he’s not questioning it. 

“Always,” you reply softly as you head to a desk that has become yours since Miguel set it up for you. You open a laptop, far more advanced since it’s from Miguel’s universe, and begin to work on the report starting with the anomaly section.

The two of you work in peace with Lyla breaking the silence ever so often to tell Miguel something while he continues to work on his screens. As you’re working on the report, your thoughts turn to Thanksgiving, wondering if you should ask Miguel if he wants to join you for dinner. You can’t help but feel a little nervous about it. Sure, the two of you have dinner every Saturday now, rotating from his penthouse to your apartment each week and cooking for each other. And yes, you spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day with him thanks to the Morales family asking you to deliver food for him since he didn’t attend their party after being invited. Despite what happened with Miles and Miguel launching a multiverse hunt to prevent him from breaking canon, in the aftermath of it all, the Morales family care about him and that was why they didn’t want him to be all alone on Christmas Eve, knowing he has no one in his own universe. So, you were sent despite your nervousness only to find Miguel at his home cooking. He ended up inviting you to stay for dinner and even invited you for the recalentado the next day. The same thing happened for New Year’s Eve and since then, the two of you have grown closer but still, you can’t help but feel nervous about it. 

You sneak a glance at Miguel, finding him working on his screens with the cup of coffee in one hand. You turn away after a few seconds, returning back to the report and telling yourself you’ll ask him once you take a break. 

Miguel’s focus is on the multiple screens he has opened. There’s so much to go through especially as there were so many missions this week. His eyes skim through data all from anomalies captured to simple data retrieved from universes that indicate if there’s anomaly matter present. He brings the cup of coffee to his lips, savoring the taste and warmth from it. There’s so much to do but Miguel’s thoughts go to Thanksgiving. He’s been thinking about it for days, wanting to ask you but every time he tried, something popped up. If it wasn’t some anomaly detected then it was someone interrupting him  or you having to return to your universe because of some emergency. Even on Saturday when you had dinner together, he was unable to ask you because Lyla showed up out of nowhere, taking his moment to ask you and after that, he just gave up as the conversation shifted to something else. 

Now Thanksgiving is two days away and for all he knows, you might already have plans with your other friends or perhaps you were invited to Miles’s universe since he knows the Morales family have taken a liking to you ever since you were  introduced to them. He sighs silently, thinking about the ham and other ingredients he already bought. He looks at you over his shoulder, noticing how focused you’re on the report, typing furiously on the laptop as you enter data. He can’t help but smile at the sight before he looks away, trying to avoid being caught staring but when he turns around, there she is. Miguel glares at Lyla, who only grins at him without saying a word. He tries to swipe her away but of course, she disappears before he gets the chance to, only making his glare intensify as she appears on the other side with a smirk. Miguel turns away to focus on the tasks at hand, deciding that he’ll talk to you about it once you stop working to avoid disrupting your flow of work, ignoring Lyla.

The two of you continue to work until an hour passes by. You stop typing and lean back on the chair, stretching. You’ve managed to finish almost the entire section on anomalies but decide to get up. 

"How's the report going?" Miguel asks, stepping off his platform, trying to find a way to ask you about Thanksgiving dinner. 

"It's going well. Almost done with the anomaly section. There's so many this time," you say with a chuckle.

Miguel nods, smiling. "I swear this always happens around the holidays. Hopefully it slows down," he answers, genuinely hoping so everyone can enjoy their days off since he's decided to give not only Thursday but also Friday off on top of the weekend. 

You nod, stretching again, thinking about how to bring up the topic. You clear your throat softly and look up at Miguel. He seems to be looking off to the side with a thoughtful look on his face. 

"So, I -" you start. 

"Hey, I -" Miguel says at the same time as you.

The two of you pause, holding each other's gaze in surprise. You chuckle and Miguel grins, scratching the back of his neck. 

"I'm sorry, go ahead," Miguel says apologetically. 

"I'm sorry, you were saying?" you mumble, embarrassed.

The two of you stare at each other after you talk in unison once again. 

"Should I decide who speaks first?" Lyla asks, appearing from thin air between the two of you with an annoyed but also amused look. 

"No," Miguel immediately says.

"That's not necessary." 

"Uh... Alright, then. Hopefully you guys actually have a Thanksgiving dinner with the way things are going. See ya!" Lyla responds with a smirk before she disappears again. 

"Lyla," Miguel says with a soft scowl but turns to look down at you. "She's been in a mood today." 

"Oh, I definitely noticed," you reply, laughing softly as you remember her comment from earlier about you entering the lab unannounced. 

Miguel shakes his head. "She notices the buzz from the holidays and gets even more... sassy than usual," he says, looking away for a few seconds. 

You smile and nod, guessing that he also wants to ask you about dinner. 

"What I was trying to say earlier was if you... You probably already have plans with the others, so I'm probably very late in asking and you can tell me if you already do, so don't feel pressured to-"

"I was going to ask you the same thing" you say softly. 

Miguel stops, feeling relieved that you've spoken up. He feels heat rise to his cheeks but smiles softly. "Yeah?" he asks gently. 

"Yes. I was just... Trying to get some work done but I was going to ask if you wanted to join me for dinner on Thanksgiving," you reply confidently now that you know that Miguel was also thinking about it. "I don't have a fully established menu but there'll be ham, if that’s okay with you." 

Miguel nods. "Have you bought anything yet?" 

"Not yet but I'm going shopping tonight," you reply, already making a grocery list in your head. 

"In that case, join me for dinner here in Nueva York. I already have everything, including a ham. You don't have to worry about buying anything" Miguel says. "Or cooking." 

You frown softly. "That means you're cooking everything alone. I can help-" you start but Miguel shakes his head. 

"I'm cooking. If anything..." Miguel says thinking before he smiles. "If you want to make some dessert, that'd be great since I just realized I forgot about that." 

"I can do that!" you say with a smile, feeling better about him cooking everything though you know Miguel can manage on his own since he's a great cook. 

"Great! Is six okay?"

You nod. "That sounds good to me,” you reply just as Lyla decides to appear again, clapping.

"Aww, you guys finally did it! Seems like there will be a Thanksgiving dinner after all. I'm proud of you two." 

"¡Cállate!”

"You really are in a mood today, Lyla.”

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Thanksgiving Day

You make sure everything is off in your kitchen one last time, even though you’ve already checked twice, before you grab your reusable bag packed with everything you’ve baked. In the end, you baked some cookies, two pies, and a large cheesecake. You take a quick look around your apartment, making sure the door of your small but homey apartment is locked. With the bag in your hand, you get ready to open a portal but pause when your eyes land on Peter’s photo. Your Peter. You put your hand down, staring at the photo for a few seconds as you’re greeted with his smile. You smile softly. It really has been over four years since his death; so many holidays without him or your parents. 

Despite the years, you can’t help but reminisce on those days again, feeling thankful that these days you can look back at them in a calmer way, without too much sadness. You walk over to the wall to get a better look, finding another one with your parents. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” you whisper softly.

After a minute or two, you finally turn away and open a portal, stepping out into Miguel’s living room. You instantly feel the cozy vibes of his penthouse. The fireplace is on and there’s a few lamps on here and there, creating a soft and cozy ambiance throughout the space. There’s soft music playing from somewhere and of course, there’s the comforting and mouth watering scent of food filling the air. You can’t help but take a deep breath as all the lovely scents engulf you.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear Miguel’s steps, noticing him coming from his kitchen and dining area to meet you. You take in the sight as he approaches you, unable to not find it endearing as he stands before you with a small grin wearing a light gray sweater, dark pants, and an apron. 

“Hey, you made it,” he says as he dries his hands with a towel.

“I did. Sorry if I’m a few minutes late,” you apologize as you did stop to look at your photographs for a few minutes.

“You arrived just in time. Here, I can help you with that,” Miguel says motioning to your bag. 

“Oh, it’s not too heavy. I can carry it,” you say softly. 

“Please,” he says, extending his arm and well, you cannot decline his help again so you let him take the bag. 

“Thank you,” you mutter quietly. 

“Always,” he replies gently, now holding your bag. “Come on in, dinner is almost ready,” he says as he motions for you to go first, always being a gentleman. 

You thank him as you walk in, the scent of food growing stronger as you enter the kitchen and dining area. Just like the living room, this part of the penthouse feels warm and cozy and you can’t help but notice that Miguel even put a pumpkin as decoration on the kitchen island where there’s already utensils and napkins set, the place you always have dinner at. 

You walk towards the chairs, moving out of his way as he places your bag on the counter to the side. He walks around the island, heading to the oven as you begin to unpack your containers, setting them out for later. 

“The ham needs just a few more minutes,” Miguel says as he checks it. 

“It smells amazing. As soon as I arrived, I was hit by the lovely scent of food,” you reply, smiling as you see him close the oven door. He moves to the stove to check on pans, looking as natural as always in his kitchen. 

“Thank you, I hope you enjoy it,” Miguel says, turning around with a small grin before he walks towards the counter, standing across from you. He can’t help but notice how cozy you look in your outfit, thinking it’s always nice to see you outside of your suit. He remembers how almost a year ago, you saw him in normal clothes for the first time on Christmas Eve. He turns around, smiling as he recalls how hard you were trying not to stare at him since he used to wear his suit every day no matter what since he was at HQ around the clock. Now, so much has changed. Thanks to you. “Please go ahead and take a seat, I’ll get the drinks,” Miguel says as he retrieves them, setting them with everything else. 

“Thank you, and I have no doubt I will. You already know I think you’re an amazing cook,” you reply, smiling. 

Miguel smiles, for some reason always feeling happy when you tell him that and even more so when he sees that look on your face that tells him you’re delighted by the food he has cooked. “Well, we’ll see if you like this. I followed a recipe mom taught Gabriel and I before she passed away,” he says as he leans on the counter, unable to stop his flooding thoughts about family. 

Of course, it’s hard not to. Just like you, he always thinks about his family but there’s no denying that the thought of family is especially present during these days of festivities. It’s on days like these that their absence is felt stronger. Miguel sighs softly, looking around for a few seconds before his eyes land on you. This is the first year that he’s celebrating in a while. He had the opportunity to celebrate with Gabriella one time but before that, it had been many years in which the holidays had felt like any other day after Gabriel passed away, too. 

Now he’s here, cooking dinner once again and he’s joined by you, who sits in front of him, also looking like you’re lost in thought. Miguel knows you well enough now to recognize that look on your face; the one you get every time you’re thinking about your loved ones.

Both of you look over at the oven as the timer goes off. Miguel approaches the oven, grabbing oven mitts from one of his counters to pull out the ham. 

“Do you need any help?” you ask but he shakes his head, his back to you. 

“Thank you but don’t worry, I got it,” he says softly as he takes out the ham. He turns around and you get a glimpse of it for the first time, noticing it’s large enough to feed a whole group of people. As if hearing your thoughts, Miguel smiles sheepishly as he places the tray on a counter where he has a set up for it. “You’re probably thinking this is too much and I agree,” he says, removing the oven mitts. “When I went shopping there weren't any smaller ones. Believe it or not this was the smallest one I found and that was after checking a few stores.”

“It’s quite large,” you say with a chuckle. “If we had planned sooner, I could’ve looked in my universe, too but I will say - it looks delicious.” 

Miguel grins, thinking, and perhaps he shouldn’t but he can’t stop himself. “If you’re up for it, next year we’ll know to plan better… although, I’m not complaining about this year” he says softly, meeting your eyes. He really can’t complain, even if he’ll have a whole lot of extra food after he packs some for you to take home because he plans on it. No, he cannot complain after everything that’s happened over the last year, Miguel realizes to himself. He smiles, feeling excited to dig in at last. “Ready?”

You happily nod and so, your Thanksgiving dinner begins. Miguel lists everything he cooked as sides. Even though you approach the stove to see everything and serve yourself, Miguel serves you, asking how much you want of each item. At last, the two of you sit side by side, sitting on the same chairs as always. You enjoy the food and chat while there’s still soft music playing in the background. You talk about the food and compliment Miguel which you notice makes him blush slightly. He eventually asks about your childhood and the holidays, specifically about Thanksgiving, so you tell him about that and he listens intently, nodding and smiling softly when you smile at your own memories. Miguel is about to ask you a question when your gizmo goes off. Right after yours rings, so does Miguel’s, which sits on a counter. You stop talking once his goes off, too, notifying him that he’s received a message. Miguel is about to tell you to go on but just then, the gizmos go off at the same time, making the two of you raise your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Excuse me,” Miguel says, putting his napkin off to the side before standing up. “Let me check that.” 

He walks over to the counter, hoping it’s not bad news though Lyla would’ve already appeared if that was the case but still, he hopes that nothing has popped up elsewhere. He retrieves the gizmo and turns around to head back to you as he scrolls just as you check yours. 

You raise an eyebrow just as another message arrives, noticing it’s from Miles. You open the thread, taken by surprise when you see that Miguel has been added to the group chat. You look up at him, now knowing why both your gizmos went off. The gizmos start going off as more messages are delivered.

Gwen: “Happy Thanksgiving! And happy day to those that don’t celebrate!”

*Miguel O’Hara has been added.* 

Miles: “Happy Thanksgiving!”

Pav: “Happy day, guys!”

HoBiE: “What’s this about?”

Margo: “It’s Thanksgiving, Hobie… Also, Happy Thanksgiving!”

Noir: “Happy Turkey day!"

Porker: “I love me some turkey! Happy Thanksgiving, guys!

Peni P.: “Happy day from me and SP!”

Peter B.: “Hey, guys! Happy Thanksgiving from us! Also, Miguel is on here now?”

Gwen: “Where is Y/N?”

HoBiE: “Who added Miguel?”

Miles: “Does it matter? ¡Hola, tío! ¡Bienvenido al chat!”

You look up at Miguel who seems to be reading the messages as they arrive. You can’t help but smile a bit as you see his furrowed eyebrows. He looks up at you with a questioning look on his face. You shrug. 

“I don’t know who added you,” you say, still smiling and wondering if he’ll reply. 

Another message arrives, pulling your attention. 

HoBiE: “I doubt he’s going to reply.” 

Margo: “Where is Y/N? Has anyone heard from her? 

HoBiE: “I’ll check on her.” 

Gwen: “Already did. She’s not at her apartment.”

Miles: “I thought you were supposed to be in Montana?”

“Seems like they're looking for you," Miguel says softly as he comes back to your side, taking a seat.

"Let me respond really quickly. I don't want to let this amazing food get cold." 

Y/N: "Happy Thanksgiving!" 

HoBiE: "There she is" 

Gwen: "I am in Montana but I decided to check on Y/N." 

Miguel O'Hara: "Happy Thanksgiving."

HoBiE: "The whole government name..."

You look up at Miguel, finding him shaking his head, which makes you want to smile even more since he actually responded.

"The whole government name," he repeats under his breath with an amused tone before he puts the gizmo in front of him. He takes a drink from his glass and looks down at you. "I was thinking it was an emergency, thankfully it's not." 

"I thought so, too. I'm glad we can keep enjoying this meal."

Miguel smiles warmly down at you, seeing that delighted look on your face as you bring food to your mouth. He continues eating but a thought comes to his head. 

"So, you didn't mention dinner to them?" he says as casually as possible, though he can't help but feel off by the fact that you didn't tell your friends. 

You nod, looking up. "I mentioned having Thanksgiving dinner but didn't tell them about you hosting. I knew they'd probably ask questions about your place and you know," you answer, leaving out the part that you've noticed that nobody else at HQ seems to know where he lives nor has been invited. 

Even people like Jess or Peter B., people who you consider are close colleagues to him, don't seem to know. You came to that conclusion back when you stayed for a few days while you were looking after Miguel until he recovered. Jess and Peter B., who stepped up as command during that time, communicated with him through gizmos once Miguel was discharged and sent home after they had gone out of their way to meet with him in person when he was at the infirmary. Your guess was that they knew his home was off limits or they simply didn't know where he lived to meet him in person. 

Miguel nods, understanding now. For a moment he thought you didn’t want your friends to know  about you being here with him for another reason but no, as always, you're thinking about him and his boundaries. 

"I appreciate that," he replies softly. "Some members have asked me before. I'm certain they'd do nothing but I do like my privacy." 

You nod. "I know what you mean. That's why I opted to keep our plans as vague as possible." 

Miguel smiles, feeling grateful to you as always for being respectful to him. "Thank you, Y/N." 

You smile back at him. "Always," you answer gently. 

The two of you keep eating, resuming your conversation from earlier and simply enjoying each other's company. It's not until Miguel gets up to get seconds that he looks at all the food he cooked again. There's going to be a lot of leftovers. He thinks about your friends, a random thought popping to his mind as he sits again. 

"How would you feel if once we're done having dinner - you invite them over?" Miguel says, making you turn your head in surprise as it doesn’t take long to put two and two together about who “them” is.

"Well, it's your home," you reply softly with a smile. "If you want to." 

"But are you okay with it, not being just… us?” Miguel asks. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” you reply with a chuckle, noticing the food. “You’re also thinking about how much there’ll be left, aren’t you?”

Miguel grins. “Yes, I am. I think a couple of teenagers and Peter B. might help.”

You grin back. “Then you have a plan. And there’s plenty of dessert, too.” 

“About that…” he says with a sheepish smile. 

“I baked a pie just for you,” you tell him, which instantly makes him smile because you’ve realized over time that Miguel has a sweet tooth. “I’ll hide it.” 

You finish eating dinner while chatting about the spiderlings as you’ve come to call them and shortly after, Miguel and you get the kitchen ready. At last, he asks if you can let them know on his behalf, which you agree. It doesn’t take long before the string of messages arrive all ranging from being surprised that you’re at Miguel’s to the fact that they’re going to see his place for the first time. 

In a matter of minutes everyone, except for Peter B., are standing in Miguel’s living room, thrilled to see his place and talking about what a great view he has of the city and, of course, they talk about the scent of food as they enter the kitchen and dining room area. 

You chuckle quietly as you hear some of the spiderlings say they ate a few hours ago but the smell of food is making them hungry again. Miguel and you serve them plates and before either of you know it, Miguel's dining table, which you guys have never sat on since it's too large for two people alone, is full with your friends chattering about their day.

Miguel and you sit next to each other, listening in and responding when talked to directly, adding to the conversation here and there.

Miguel can't help but look around the table slowly, feeling a bit nostalgic as he remembers the days his mom, Gabriel, and other friends used to gather around the table for the holidays. He feels as though he's back to those days, just with different people. There's still music playing in the background, thanks to Lyla who said it'd set the mood earlier when he was cooking, and the sound of a group conversing filling the air in Miguel's penthouse, once again. 

Miguel looks over at you subtly, finding you talking to Hobie who sits on the other side of you. He smiles faintly, realizing today would've been just another day like so many years before, working at HQ all day and night while everyone was off if it wasn’t for everything that’s happened over the last year. 

You talk with Hobie but eventually look around the table as well, thinking. Last year you were invited to Peter B.’s universe and it was great. It was the first time you celebrated the holidays in three years but this year feels different. You feel lighter, like you’ve really moved forward after Peter’s loss. Your eyes end up on Miguel, who’s already looking your way. You hold each other’s gazes, smiling to each other discreetly before you turn away. 

Upon learning that you brought dessert, everyone jumps at the chance to eat something sweet. The pie and cheesecake are sliced and the cookies begin to disappear one by one. Peter B. shows up at last, carrying Mayday. 

“You guys, I’m sorry. I couldn’t slip out earlier. Too many family and friends around but MJ covered for us. Is that cheesecake? Did Y/N make cheesecake?” Peter B. asks, noticing Pav and Gwen eating a slice each. 

“I did,” you answer before you take a drink from your glass, smiling.

“You should’ve mentioned that earlier, I would’ve found a way to get out sooner,” he replies. 

You cut him a slice, which he immediately starts eating. 

“Best dessert I’ve had all day,” he mumbles, giving Mayday some to try. 

You grin and lean back on the counter with Miguel standing nearby until Miles and Hobie take him away to his living room, apparently impressed by his sound system but before he walks away he gives you a look, as if telling you that he’ll be back soon. You nod back, watching as he walks behind Miles and Hobie. You sigh softly and look at the others as they follow them into the living room, leaving you, Peter B., and Mayday alone. He finishes eating his slice, wiping his mouth and Mayday’s. 

“Seriously, best dessert all day. You should’ve seen some of the stuff MJ’s family brought,” Peter B. says with a bit of a frown, making you laugh quietly. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You can take some with you since there’s still plenty left. I think MJ might like it, too,” you reply as you walk over to the windows. 

Peter follows you, carrying Mayday. “He has a great view.” 

You nod, staring out at the city. 

“So, you and Miguel…” Peter starts, which immediately draws your attention back to him. 

You look around to make sure no one is around, thankfully seeing that everyone is in the living room. Miguel is showing Miles some remote and you faintly hear him call “mijo” to Miles.

“What do you mean?” you ask, quietly. 

“Oh, I don’t mean it like that, though I - Never mind. What I was trying to say is that…” Peter trails off, staring out a window. “It probably sounds cheesy, especially because of the day but I’m thankful to see you and him doing this.” 

You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He looks down at you with his Peter B. signature smile before it fades as he thinks of previous years. 

“What I mean is that… I was there when everything happened with Gabriella. You know, I met Miguel before he discovered that universe and he was already so closed off. I don’t know much about his past. I don’t think any of us do, actually. Perhaps you’re the exception now and I’m not asking if you do know or don’t but he shut everyone out. Anyone who tried to reach out was always pushed away. Then he found Gabriella’s universe and well, you know what happened. He was happy in a way that none of us who were already part of the society had ever seen him. After Gabriella - he closed off twice as much. Jess and I wonder if he’d ever recover. If he’d ever let anyone in.” 

Peter pauses, looking down at Mayday and fixing her hair. There’s a frown on his face as he turns to face you again.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. You were alone for three years in your universe, with no friends or family. The first day I met you after Jess recruited you and Miguel accepted your enrollment, I could see how you were closed off, too. Not the same way as Miguel. It was different but you were closed off nonetheless.” Peter pauses and then smiles. “I’m just thankful to see two people I really care about move forward and have each other to lean on. I’m glad you have each other, and that you’ve allowed us to take you in as part of our little family. And it seems that Miguel might be on the same path, hopefully,” he says, looking behind you. 

You turn to look in that direction, finding Miguel surrounded by everyone as he shows them some other advanced device from this universe. You can’t help but smile at the sight, taking a mental picture of it to save forever, though you have your suspicions that Lyla is probably already taking care of photos, considering she has a file that consists of random members’ photos. Appropriate ones, of course. Or so she claims. 

You sigh softly and turn to Peter B., who’s already staring out the window thinking about your lingering gaze on Miguel just moments ago yet, he says nothing about it and holds Mayday closer. You look up at Peter, feeling appreciation and love for one of your dear friends, as you remember your first day at HQ and how he introduced you to the group once you were accepted into the Spider Society. You can’t help but wonder if you would’ve become friends with this group had he not introduced you. The thought alone makes you a bit sad but it’s replaced by gratitude for him and for what he did. You rest your head on his arm softly. 

“Thank you. For introducing me that first day to everyone,” you say quietly. 

Peter smiles. “There’s no need to thank me but you got it, kid. Thank you for accepting us as your friends.” 

Miguel is with the other members, still talking about some device when his eyes find you leaning on Peter’s arm. He continues to talk but his eyes keep watching until you step away, laughing at something Mayday did. The image stays present in his mind the whole time, until it’s just you and him again and everyone has headed home for the night. It’s almost midnight but here you are once again, leaning sideways and looking up at the moon and constellations with mugs of coffee, the kind that Miguel always makes for you now when it’s his turn to host dinner on Saturdays. 

He can’t help but think about how you were leaning on Peter B. so comfortably earlier. He knows between the two of you, you’re far more accepting of physical touch than he is ever since losing Gabriella yet for some reason, seeing you lean on Peter B. has had him thinking. You’ve touched each other before, of course, like back when you were helping him recover after almost losing his life or the brushing of fingers here and there but nothing like how he saw you and Peter B. earlier or the way he’s seeing you hugging your other friends. As he looks up at the stars with you in silence, he seems stuck on this but he says nor does anything about it. For now. He takes a drink from his mug before breaking the silence, looking down at you. 

“Thank you for coming today,” he says with a soft smile. “I enjoyed today. Every part of it.” 

You smile, noticing the last part as you know it still isn’t easy for Miguel to open up to everyone else but today he went out of his way and invited your friends.

“I enjoyed it, too. Thank you for inviting me. The food was amazing,” you answer quietly, meeting his gaze. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” he replies, truly feeling happy that you enjoyed dinner. He can’t help but wonder about the rest of the holidays for the year, remembering that last year you came over. He silently plans on asking you about it next week, with plenty of time but for now, he decides to enjoy the present. 

“Happy Thanksgiving, Y/N,” Miguel says, grinning down at you. You smile up at him in a way that makes Miguel silently give thanks for you, like so many times before.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Miguel.”

🍁🦃🍁🦃🍁🦃🍁🦃🍁🦃🍁🦃🍁

Next Part - Christmas One-Shot

Translation for italicized Spanish words: Actividades de arañita - spidey activities Recalentado - word translates to "reheated"; this is the act of inviting your closest friends and family the day after you host a party to eat the reheated leftovers, it's supposed to be a smaller tight-knit situation and less formal because it's with close family/friends Cállate - shut up Mijo - short for "my son"; an affectionate term; doesn't have to be used between a parent and their child

[the-wolfspider]

I’m gonna say this once hon to you and Patrick…

DONT SHOCKING JUDGE ME WHILE IM WITH SPIDERLING!

Do it again and there will be consequences!

🔴—🔴

-angry spider mood swings rant engaged-

Who said I was Judging.

[sanguineterrain]

get a little action in | miguel o'hara

Summary: Spider-Man doesn't like you. And for the record? You're not crazy about him either. But you kind of wish you could see his eyes when he swings you across the city. For curiosity's sake.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (some Spanish language is female-gendered, but other than that, no gendered descriptions.)

Word count: 2.2k

Content desc: rivals, superhero!reader (kinda - they're trying their best). miguel's a bit of a jerk ngl but he's a SEXY jerk <3 very enemies to lovers coded. swapped insults, injuries, and a whole lot of charged flirting. (lyla thinks they're adorable.)

A/N: i actually think this fic is the closest i've gotten to miguel's canon personality compared to my previous (delusional) characterizations of him lol. hope you guys like this one! as always, i appreciate corrections to the Spanish if needed, but it's no one's responsibility to do so!

Translations: 

¡Chingada madre! - Motherfucker!

¡Pinche pendeja! - Fucking asshole!

¡No mames! Eres una idiota. - I don't believe this! You're an idiot.

¡Cállate, por Dios! - Shut up, oh my God!

¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces? - Oh, fuck! What the hell are you doing?

¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres? - What? What do you want?

¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas? - Are you crazy? Where do you get these ideas?

No seas estúpida. - Don't be stupid.

Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo. - Because you make a mess. You're a pain in the ass.

Ve. - Go.

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“All units be advised: 10-33 on 10th and Palisade. Suspect is known as “Captain Darkness.” Approach with caution.”

You shove the police scanner into your bag and stash it in the alley by your apartment. You’re close to 10th and Palisade, and the cops have lost Nueva York’s newest supervillain, Captain Darkness, three times already. For all the mocking headlines the press write about him, he sure seems to be the one laughing every time.

You pull your mask over your face as you make your way to the abandoned factory on 10th and Palisade. It looks normal from the outside, but the code means there’s been an explosion. 

Probably best to enter through the back. 

It’s dark, because supervillains like to nail the atmosphere, and that means there’s no budget for lighting. The factory smells damp, moldy. You hope you don’t get sick. Vigilantism doesn’t come with health insurance.

You stay close to the wall, ears tuned for any sounds. Usually, a good villain would have clocked your entrance by now. The fact that Captain Darkness (a stupid-ass name for a stupid-ass villain) hasn’t—

BRIIIING! BRIIIING!

Alarms blare throughout the factory. Your ears ring from the volume. 

Okay. Maybe you’ve underestimated him.

You run; stealth doesn’t matter now, only speed. Captain Darkness is, predictably, at the center of the factory. He has all the typical workings of a mad scientist: electric ball thingy, giant lie detector-looking thingy, et cetera. You go up the stairs of his platform to get closer.

Except there’s something you’ve never seen before. It sort of resembles a portal. Fuck.

Captain Darkness spots you immediately. He has giant crab legs fused to the lower half of his body, which you’d think were sick if he wasn’t such a jagoff. 

“Well, hello,” he says, sneering down at you. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you one of the Spiderlings?”

“I’m offended by the suggestion,” you say, darting towards the electric ball first. 

It looks easy enough to shut off, except the Captain blocks your path immediately. He knocks you across the platform. You cough at the impact. The concrete bruises your right temple.

“Alright, that’s it.” You grunt, pushing yourself up. “Now I’m gonna kick your ass for real.”

The Captain laughs. “By all means, hit me with your best shot.”

So you do. You manage to knock him backwards, his clunky crab legs sliding on the platform. You take the opening and shut off one machine, which causes a crackle of electricity in the air. The hair on your arms rises.

But being a mad crab scientist apparently means you have a lot of time on your hands, and Captain Darkness whips out what looks like a ray gun. He blasts you and knocks you off the platform. You hit your ribs hard, and your vision blurs for a second.

The portal begins to whir, warming up. Captain Darkness towers over you, grinning maniacally.

“Your efforts are adorable, but I suggest you find another line of work. No one will stop me from opening a portal. Once I venture to other worlds, I’ll be unstoppable. This world will be mine! Finally, everyone who ever—”

“Oh my God,” you groan, clutching your ribs. “Please don’t start monologuing. Do you know how cliche you sound right now? Blah blah blah, your parents didn’t give you enough attention so you’re insecure and power-hungry. Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?”

His eyes flash and one crab leg grabs a nearby tool cart. 

“You’re no longer amusing me,” he says. "Goodbye." 

The tool cart is flung in your direction, and you roll, covering your head and bracing for the worst. But the crash never comes. You look to see several orange webs wrapped around the cart. The cart flies backwards and hits Captain Darkness right in his face.

Miguel O’Hara lands on the railing of the platform, perched gracefully. He doesn’t waste a second in going after the Captain.

“Oh, where did you even come from?” you shout, pushing yourself to stand. “I have it handled!”

“I’m not dignifying that with a response,” Miguel growls as he easily dodges the Captain’s grasp. 

He swings to the other side, aiming for the portal which has now fired up. 

Perfect. Damn it, it should be you that J. Jonah Jameson will scream about on the news tomorrow morning, not Spider-Dorito. 

You force yourself to get up so you can try to apprehend the Captain. But he has other plans; one of the machines sparks, and suddenly, hundreds of flying crab-shaped robots pour out of the mouth of the portal. Miguel shouts orders to Lyla. 

You’re only interested in one thing: taking down Captain frickin’ Darkness. So you go after him, leaving the factory. Unfortunately, the crab-bots take that as an invitation to leave too, zeroed in on your destruction. Your ribs are killing you, and whatever the Captain blasted you with left a nasty gash on your hip. 

Still, you limp and pant through the pain. You’re not letting this guy get away a fourth time. No way. Captain Darkness has been a thorn in Nueva York’s side for several weeks now and you’ve been tracking him for just as long. You need to get him.

“¡Chingada madre!”

You glance over your shoulder and see a flash of blue and red. Miguel is right behind you, fighting through the cluster of crab-bots. The sight makes your blood boil.

“Fuck off!” you wheeze out. “He’s mine, O’Hara!”

“If you hadn’t stumbled in and screwed everything up, we wouldn’t even be in this situation right now!” he snarls. “¡Pinche pendeja!”

Fucking Spider-Man. It’s because of him that Nueva York doesn’t even know who you are. Every time you get remotely close to taking down a criminal, Miguel swoops in and saves the day. Not without giving you grief, of course. You’re too weak, too disorganized, too slow—you’re too wrong, according to him. He’s told you multiple times to stay away, but hey, he should know by now you’re also too stubborn to listen.

You pull your hand away from your rib. It’s tacky with blood. You’re slowing down, too; you aren’t enhanced like a hero is supposed to be, and after going two rounds with Captain Crabcake, it seems you’re about to meet your untimely fate with killer crustacean robots. 

You really should’ve become a lawyer like your mother wanted.

“¡No mames! Eres una idiota.”

You feel Miguel’s breath on your neck before his arm curls around your waist. You cry indignantly but he doesn’t let go, heaving you into his grip and continuing to run.

“Let go of me!” you demand, wiggling in his grip.

“Shut up.”

“I don’t need you to save me,” you snap.

He looks down at you, red masked eyes burning into you.

“No? ‘Cause every time you screw up, I’m the one fixing your mess. How many times have I told you to go home?”

“I had it under control,” you say. 

Miguel doesn’t even look at you. Your injuries are jostled with every step and you have to fight to not whine in pain. But you don’t try to squirm away again. You’re no match for his strength, and, unfortunately, he’s a lot faster than you. If you want to live, Miguel’s your ride. 

“Lyla, find me a route.”

Lyla pops up on Miguel’s other shoulder. She leers at you, raising her eyebrows.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asks. 

“Lyla. Route, now.” 

“Alright, alright,” she says, sounding far too smug. “Might I suggest going airborne?”

Your fingers dig into Miguel’s giant shoulder as he flings a web string at a nearby fire escape. He shifts you to one arm. Your eyes pop out of your head.

“No, wait, I have a terrible fear of—”

He doesn’t wait, the asshole, and you scream as he pulls both of you up. Now you’re bleeding, clinging to the worst person in the world, and at least two hundred feet off the ground. Somehow, killer crab-bots would’ve been better. 

“¡Cállate, por Dios!” he shouts, jerking his head away from you. “Unless you want me to drop you.”

“I’m gonna kill you, O’Hara,” you say, closing your eyes. “I’m gonna—oh, God.” You swallow hard, feeling dizzy. “I think I’m gonna hurl.”

“Do not throw up on me.”

You peek over his shoulder, trying not to watch the buildings blur by. That’s when you spot the army of robots behind you. And they look mad.

“Shit, shit!” you hiss, jolted out of your nausea. 

You reach down Miguel’s broad back, feeling for the nifty little gadgets you know he keeps on him.

“¡Ay, coño! ¿Qué demonios haces?”

He swats at your wandering hands. You smack him back.

“I’m trying to save us, if you don’t mind!”

“Do not touch anything—” he starts.

A bot whizzes by, firing at you both. Miguel wobbles on the next swing, trying to fight off the bot. 

“Lyla, three o’clock!” you yell.

Tiny rockets fire from Miguel’s suit, taking out several bots. There’s too many, though; you need another plan.

“Lyla, run diagnostics on the bots,” you say, grunting as Miguel swings sharply around a corner.

“Lyla, don’t do anything I don’t tell you to,” Miguel says. “She’s not yours to—”

“Water,” Lyla interrupts, understanding where your brain is. “They malfunction in water.”

“Huh. That’s ironic.”

Ahead, the waterfront is quickly coming into view. You pinch Miguel’s shoulder. He hisses, his suit’s eyes narrowing at you. 

“¿Qué? ¿Qué quieres?”

“The Hudson,” you say. 

“I can’t just dive into the river, we’ll both—”

“Use me as bait,” you say. 

“¿Estás loca? ¿De dónde sacas esas ideas?”

“I pull them out of my butt,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“You couldn’t even destroy the portal,” he says scathingly. “I’m not throwing you into the river, tempting as that is.”

“You don’t have a better idea, smartass. And unless you want them tearing up Manhattan, you’ll do it.”

“No seas estúpida,” he says. 

“Can’t help it. It’s one of my superpowers.”

Miguel lands on a rooftop. He drops you none too carefully, and you land hard on your butt. You grunt, the movement squishing your injury. 

“Lyla,” Miguel says.

“Yup,” she says, popping up on your shoulder and scanning your body. “Bruised ribs, and a gash right on top. If you wrap it, they’ll be fine.”

Miguel takes out a bandage and tears the top off. You’ve seen them before; they’re of his own creation, and used widely by his Spider Society. Never on civilians, which is what you are, according to him.

He crouches and shoves your suit up, then wraps the bandage around your stomach. The wrapping begins to expand and you feel the sting of cold gel. He yanks your suit back down without a word.

“I’m sure my ribs are broken,” you say through a wheezy exhale.

“Nope! Just bruised. You really shouldn’t fall from those kinds of heights,” Lyla says cheerily.

“Yeah, you were definitely programmed by him,” you mutter.

You start to get up. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Miguel says. 

“Screw you.”

“You living here screws me enough.”

“I don’t need your help! Why can’t you stay in your own damn lane, O’Hara?”

“Porque tu haces un desmadre. Eres un dolor en el culo.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you say through gritted teeth. “And you can’t stop me from going after him.”

His suit’s eyes narrow. Quick as anything, he flings two webs over your wrists. You squawk, now glued to the pavement.

“This is illegal!” you screech, twisting your wrists. “Let me go!”

“Stay out of my way,” Miguel says. “I won’t save your ass next time.”

You glare up at him, still breathing hard. It only makes you angrier that Miguel hasn’t broken a sweat.

“I hope those bots tear up the Spider Society!” you say. “I hope—I hope your suit malfunctions and the whole city sees your ass.”

Miguel pauses, and turns around. 

“Uh, Miguel?” Lyla asks. “The murder robots? Kinda urgent.”

“Tell Jess to go downtown and cut them off there.”

“But—” 

“Ve.”

He stands over you. You fling your legs up, trying to get a kick in, but he quickly puts a stop to that, resting a heavy foot on both of your ankles. 

Miguel bends down. You burn with curiosity about how he looks under the mask. It’s twisted of you to wonder, considering what an arrogant jerk he is. You could fill several encyclopedias with Miguel O’Hara’s worst traits. 

Still, you wonder. You wonder what color his eyes are. If his hair is short or long. If he smiles at all. His expression when you get under his skin.

You’d learned his real name by accident. Whether he knows your identity or not, you don’t know. You wonder if he has to stop himself from saying your name.

“You’re lucky I don’t web that dirty mouth of yours,” Miguel says, his face inches from yours. “I’ve been considering it.”

You lift your chin.

“You think about my mouth a lot, O’Hara?”

He jerks back, like you’ve startled him. He stands, turning around.

“Don’t let me see you out here again,” he says.

“Wait!” you cry. “What about the webs?!”

Miguel shoots a web towards the street.

“What about them? You don’t need my help, remember?”

Then he’s gone. 

Fucking Spider-Man.

[bizarrospider]

*he slinked away from the window he was hanging on. Don’t need to be present with Bowe fixing his spiderling. He would like to help but the kid doesn’t trust him fully. He respects that. *

*he decides to go find Nettie for a little chat. He shoots a black colored web and swings away deep into the forest*

Nettie?! Sibling where are you :3??

*no response*

Nettie?

*swings further into the woods and tries to smell Nettie out. Nothing. Not even a peep*

*what felt like forever,they find some preened feathers,but not Nettie*

Nettie…

*looks around scared and starts hyperventilating. They clutch the feathers. Nettie couldn’t just disappear like that?!

Nettie.. did the bad men take you?.. the bad men did didn’t they? I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I’m sorry! I failed to protect you.. you were the only one- you were the only one in our life that loved us.. and we failed.. we’re sorry..

*they didn’t even know they started crying until they felt the tears drop down on their chin*

Stop crying! Stop crying me! Don’t cry! Can’t cry! .. don’t deserve crying we failed..

*leans head back with a ton of tears flowing and screams ontop of their lungs that forces all the surrounding animals to scatter*

NETTTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[ramona-quinn]

Sensory Corner

CG!Husk and Little!Angel Dust

Plot: Angel has been overwhelmed and tired, no thanks to Valentino. Husk gives him a surprise to help him feel better.

TW: Mention of abuse and Valentino

Request by Jexinqq on AO3

Credit to @yourneurodivergentlady for the “Ki’y purr” idea

Angel plopped down on the couch, hiding his face into a pillow after a long day and night of work.

This week was nothing but a real cesspool. Valentino has been on Angel’s ass—figuratively and literally—for standing up to him at the Consent Club and missing out on shifts to prepare for the battle against Heaven on Extermination Day. He even forced the spider to stay up all night doing shoots or performing at strip clubs. It was fucking up Angel’s sleep schedule and mental health.

Husk noticed Angel coming in from his spot behind the bar counter and walked over to him.

“Long week?” Husk asked.

Angel nodded his head, not making eye contact with the winged-cat.

“Everything was too bright and loud…” Angel grumbled. “Val used so much music and lights. He made me stay up so late, and he… he…”

Angel couldn’t finish his sentence without tearing up.

“Hnngh…” the spider whined. He could feel his headspace instantly dropping. He felt like he wanted to scream, wanted to cry...

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay. Come here,” Husk comforted, reaching his arms out to Angel.

The spider sat up and let Husk pick him up as he cried. Husk gently sat on the couch and comforted his baby, letting him cry into his embrace, letting him regress.

“T’ings were ‘oo much,” Angel sniffled after a few minutes of sobbing.

“I know, kiddo, I know,” Husk cooed sympathetically as he gently rubbed the spider’s back. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah? You want to be little for a while?”

Angel nodded his head. Husk took him upstairs to his room. When they arrived, the spiderling looked up and saw something in a corner of his room. There was a pink sensory swing. There was also a beanbag and a bookshelf filled with various fidget toys and books. An aquarium lamp and night projector both rested on top of the shelf. On the wall were various posters you’d see in an elementary school counselor’s office.

"Is da?" Angel pointed at the decorated corner.

"It's your very own sensory corner," Husk explained as he wiped a few stray tears from Angel’s eyes. "Charlie and I made it for you to help you regulate and cope with your big feelings."

"Is mine?"

Husk nodded as he carried Angel over to the sensory corner. Once they approached the shelf, Angel reached into one of the bins and pulled out a sensory toy. It was a squeezy toy that looked like a blobfish, one of Angel’s favorite animals. The baby gave the toy a squeeze and giggled a bit.

"Fishy funny," Angel said.

"You like the blobfish toy?" Husk asked.

Angel nodded his head as Husk turned on the aquarium lamp.

"Fish wamp!" Angel gasped as Husk chuckled.

"Yeah, it's a fish lamp," the cat nodded.

"Is pretty."

"Yeah, it’s very pretty."

The bartender began to set Angel down on the beanbag. The spider didn't like this and clung to his papa as he whined.

"No 'eave," Angel whimpered.

"Okay, baby, okay. I'm not going anywhere. I won't let you go," Husk promised. “Why don’t you pick out a book? You want me to read to you?”

Angel nodded and began to scan the books that were on the shelf. There were so many to choose from! There were board books, touch-and-feel books, pop-up books, and so much more. The spider's eyes stopped at a section labeled "Slumberkins".

"Wha's da?" Angel questioned curiously.

"Those are Slumberkins books," Husk explained as he pulled a Slumberkins book out. It had a picture of an alpaca on the cover. "Each of these have a character talking about big feelings and how to cope with them."

"Wha’s da animal on the cover?"

"That's an alpaca. Can you say alpaca?"

"Awpa... aw... pa..." Angel pronounced, struggling a bit.

"It's okay. Just repeat after me. Al..."

"Aw..."

"Pa..."

"Pa..."

"Ca..."

"Ca..."

"Al-pa-ca."

"Aw-pa-ca," Angel repeated.

"There we go, good job!" Husk praised. "You want me to read this book to you?"

Angel nodded as he squeezed the blobfish toy. Husk sat down on the beanbag and placed the baby on his lap. Angel curled up into a ball and rested his head on his papa’s shoulder.

“This book is called ‘Alpaca Will Be There — An Introduction to Stress Relief’,” Husk said. He cleared his throat as he opened the book in his paws and began reading. “‘My dear little one, I’m right here for you. When you have big worries, Alpaca’s here, too!’”

“Kitty, wha’s da on Awpaca’s bag?” Angel questioned as he pointed at the creature inside Alpaca’s bag.

“That’s a koala. It’s a type of marsupial.”

“Is it Awpaca’s fw’en'?”

“Yeah, the koala’s Alpaca’s friend.”

“Jus’ ‘ike how Nunu’s my f’end. An’ you, an’ Chawie, an' Cherwi Bomb, an' the ho'el.”

“Yep, just like how we’re all your friends,” Husk nodded as he continued reading. “‘Alpaca’s a creature that loves and supports all the kins that they know through hard times of all sorts.’”

The story continued on to where Alpaca and Koala helped Unicorn when she scraped her knee. Husk and Angel talked a bit about how Unicorn was sad at first, but she felt a lot better when her friends helped her out. The spider also added that she was very sparkly, to which his papa agreed.

“‘If it’s ever too much, I’ll help you get through, challenging times that make you feel blue. When your family seems down or you face problems of your own, I promise I’ll never ever leave you alone.’”

“Never, Ki'y?” Angel asked hesitantly. He has dealt with being left alone by people he thought he could trust, both on Earth and in Hell. He was also left alone via isolation or the silent treatment by Valentino whenever he unintentionally pissed him off. There were even times when he irritated the hotel staff, mostly Husk, whenever he was big. However, he felt guilty later on and didn’t really want to go through abandonment again.

“Of course not, baby. I’m never going to leave you alone. This hotel will never leave you alone,” Husk reassured as he kissed Angel’s forehead. "You're safe here."

Husk continued reading the story all the way to the end, answering any questions or comments that Angel had about it.

“Ca’ we read another?” Angel yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

“I think you should focus on getting some sleep,” Husk said. “You have been up for a while.”

“No go…”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here.”

Husk cradled Angel in his arms as he began purring and rocking from side to side.

“Ki’y purr,” Angel gasped.

“Yep, I’m purring,” Husk chuckled.

The spider yawned again. He closed his eyes and snuggled into his papa’s embrace.

Husk smiled softly as he continued rocking his baby to sleep.

[theemperorsfeather]

Had some errands to run in town. Put my bags in the car, turned back to grab something else from the house, and went face-first into a cobweb (how I managed to avoid it going -to- the car is a good question). When I raised my hand and started to remove it from my face I realized it was not just an ENORMOUS web hanging from the carport roof and now draping down to the ground, and also threatening to swing into my entire body, it was an enormous web absolutely covered with dozens and dozens of tiny spiderlings.

I like spiders, but suddenly being concerned with an extreme quantity of itty bitty baby orbweavers is ... not my preferred method to experiencing them.

[spideesenses]

notes: f!reader. suggestive content. minors DNI.

you weren’t sure how long you’d been gone, but you knew it wasn’t good when you started losing feelings in your fingertips.

what a predicament you were in — bound by your wrists with rope, lifted a few inches from the ground. you muttered curse words under your breath as you swung slowly, wondering if you were going to be found.

suddenly, the hair at the back of your neck stood. you straightened up your back and lifted your head. sure enough, the door swung open revealing once again the man who had taken you. this wasn’t the first time he’d come to see you since your capture. he would come, demanding answers. and when you wouldn’t crack, he’d take a few swings at you & leave you spinning as he cackled.

“hi there little spiderling,” he coo’d. “you look so pretty all tied up.” he inches towards you, his hand brushing against your side. for the first time since your capture, you felt nervous. only because this was the first time he’d touched you gently. but you remained your calm composure. “where’s your boss?” he gritted through his teeth.

“turn around.” a dark voice emitted from the shadow in front of you. miguel’s red eyes glimmered as he launched himself towards the man touching you.

it wasn’t long before miguel had him bound up, just like this man did to you. it didn’t even look like he broke a sweat. a sigh of relief left you as miguel stalked towards you, looking to release you of your confinement. only he stops.

the dark, broody man has his hands at your wrists, ready to let you go, but he extends his arm out, so he can get a good look at you. you think, he’s probably making sure i’m not injured but proven wrong when he murmured, “you do look so pretty all tied up.” he ran his fingers down your arm. even though the circulation in your arms were almost nonexistent, you could still feel the tip of his fingers on the surface of your skin.

for once in your life, you’d seen some emotion in miguel’s eyes. he looked… excited? you let out the breath of air you were holding.

“miguel,” you managed to muster up the courage to speak. you found yourself leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

“ah,” he tutted, pulling his hand away. he stepped away and you swung loosely, slowly losing vision of him. “i’ve never seen you look this helpless. i’ve never seen you look this beautiful, at my mercy-“ he beamed proudly as his fingers dance across your lower back. they even take a dip into your back dimples. oh, the hairs at the back of your neck rose once more. not because you were afraid, oh no, but because you were enjoying this just as much as he was.

he was a sick fuck; thinking about using you, even though you’d been tormented. sick in the head for wanting to please you while you were in the very room where you’d been held captive. and you were just as sick as him, feeling yourself getting wet as he took advantage of the state you were in.

god, he couldn’t get the sight of you out of his mind. he knew it would be tattooed there when he shut his eyes, you just looked so delicious to him. and your smell — he inhaled deeply, eyes shutting, the image of you printed under his eyelids. the scent of your dripping heat sent him into a frenzy, he couldn’t get enough of you. he felt like he might explode with how you were overwhelming his senses.

“oh, hermosa, you are going to be the death of me.” you can see him baring his canines. “an hour more wouldn’t hurt too bad, would it?”

[parasiterileymoon]

MCU Peter Parker x reader

A text conversation between you and Peter

~~

Spiderling

-

Hj

Hjloh

Bsbt

You

-

Pete, are you drunk?

Spiderling

-

Np

Ni

No

You

-

Istg what have I told you about swing-texting

Spiderling

-

Dnont do ut

Un my drfwnse I mossed yiw

You

-

That is not a defensive argument, my dear.

Spiderling

-

I’m outside your door:))))

You

-

Oh my god Peter you sound like such a creep

Spiderling

-

:D

I love you tooooooo

You

-

-_-

~~

Baha I had some fun writing this. Can you tell I have a thing for spidermen? Totally not related but my bf looks just like Andrew Garfield💅

[lostamongthestarz]

kind of a different one but what about Miguel being support for a young trans spider? making sure he rests and eats enough, helping him to get a suit he really likes, stuff like that. every time I see him being a dad every cell in my body regenerates lol

I love miguel being a dad, it's something that keeps me going

Miguel being support for a young trans!male spider

❗❗Fem readers are on thin ice, do not fetishize my writing. I write these headcanons fir my fellow trans men❗❗

❗❗DO NOT TAG AS ROMANTIC THESE HEADCANONS ARE STRICTLY PLATONIC ❗❗

Miguel would always check to make sure you've eaten, weither it be when you wake up, before a mission or just in general. When he doesnt have the time to do that he has layla do it

"Hey kiddo your dad tells me to remind you to eat something before you come to HQ"

"Thank you layla"

Speaking if layla, if the two of you are talking about your suit and design changes you want or are thinking about you can count on miguel listening in.

He'll listen in and remember certain parts about the conversation when you talk about your spider suit, and the next day you'll find it sitting in your room fully upgraded to your liking. A small smile would creep onto his face as he saw you walk into HQ showing off the upgraded suit.

If your pre!top surgery then you can bet miguel is reminding you to take binder breaks, it's not safe to fight in a binder so after whatever mission he'll remind you.

"spiderling no olvides quitarte la carpeta por un momento"

"It wasn't even that bad of a fight- I'll be fine"

"It's not safe, plus you'll damage your ribs"

If he can't remind you then again- he sends layla, he might come off as pushy or overprotective but he cares about your health

Also makes sure you get a proper rest, if you come back from a mission extra tired or beaten up, hes the one to take care of you.

Picking you up and swinging into your dimension to put you to bed so you can rest.

Overall Miguel makes sure you take care of yourself, your his son and he wants to make sure your okay

Requests are open <3

My inbox is open 💌

[spdrlegacy]

@wxbslingers shouted : "𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽!!!!!!!! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃!" ~from Annie

⇋ ( Ｔｉｃｋ－ｔｏｃｋ ) Seconds turn to minutes... ( Ｔｉｃｋ－ｔｏｃｋ ) Minutes to hours...upon C R U C I A L hours ( ...Ｔｉｃｋ－ｔｏｃｋ ... ) scouring high and low, far and wide. Descending, ascending ... Thinking, speculating with each determined swing of where Annie can be after she had BOLTED at the approaching presence of her KEEPER. This ( puzzling, ) demonstrative refusal to be in close PROXIMITY... Executed without a word, a glance, or an ounce of hesitation. Both odd and uncharacteristic of her to have done with this being their habitual spot. The spider can do nothing except FOLLOW - posthaste ! Not only to get a hold and a hug out of her before TROUBLE found her or she ( most likely ) found it, but to know why. Her wordless, expeditious 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 would thereafter evolve into an intense 𝙿𝚄𝚁𝚂���𝙸𝚃, which, to the masked heroine's astonishment, came to an inconceivably abrupt dead end as though she had 𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 into thin air ... Dare it be said, the ( clever ) girl has the makings of an illusionist.〈 Ha ! Don't tell her that. 〉Humorous comparison aside, the apothegm, ❝ 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, ❞ remains true. Annie's couldn't have been a more prime example. May ponders : Has she grown sick of her ? Of being around / near her ?〈 Yeah, right ! 〉-- Then perhaps, UNBEKNOWNST to the eldest of the three Parker siblings, this must - h̲a̲s̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲(̲!̲)̲ - be a spontaneous game of hide-and-seek...j̲u̲s̲t̲ ̲l̲i̲k̲e̲ ̲o̲l̲d̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e̲s̲.

--It has certainly gone on long enough, if so ! She can come out and gloat...N O W !

❝ --Please. ❞ Ascending, descending ... Hoping, praying on each new webline that the ELUSIVE spiderling of a sister will soon reveal herself. ❝ Please, Annie. ❞ Or a sign leads to her possible WHEREABOUTS. ❝ Please, God... ❞ Be it divine or mundane, it matters not, for both serve the same AUSPICIOUS purpose : Impart (re)assurance that HOPE is not to be lost. The young woman's steadfast heart won't despair. ❝ --Please. ❞

E̲V̲E̲N̲ ̲I̲F̲ ̲S̲U̲N̲L̲I̲G̲H̲T̲ ̲H̲A̲D̲ ̲L̲O̲N̲G̲ ̲D̲E̲S̲C̲E̲N̲D̲E̲D̲ ̲I̲N̲T̲O̲ ̲M̲O̲O̲N̲L̲I̲G̲H̲T̲.̲

---- From the air to the streets below, atop skyscrapers down to the low-rises and their vicinities ... Every inch, every yard, every mile of this TUMULTUOUS, expansive concrete jungle had been searched. There was NOWHERE May hadn't sought her out ! She had gone so far as to walk the whole of Central Park...T W I C E ! Recollections had arisen from the sands of TIME, prompting her to set foot. Chases, unfair ( --to Annie ) races, and SISTERLY conversations ... Echoes of the past in mental reverberation. One in particular had driven her feet toward Turtle Pond. Not a trace, not a glimpse of Annie there or ANYWHERE ! Yet what did she find, again and again, everywhere she went ? Burgeoning frustration interwoven with SUPPLEMENTAL worriment ; in layman's terms... 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ! 𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐚 ! 𝐙𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐡 ! This was either a ( losing ) game or she didn't want to be found.〈 -- But May will find her ! 〉Web-patterned mask concealed an UNEASY expression. The near-watery eyes behind its angular lenses looked up to the piece of the night sky captured betwixt two buildings. Another forthcoming silent PLEA to God when, at that coincidental moment, she saw someone spring across. " Can it be--? " May thought hopefully, moving with U R G E N C Y. Up the wall she went, running its height ! Speed at its highest ! Resolve at its fullest ! As she came over the ledge with one foot in contact, she leapt forward, closing the distance while maintaining velocity to SEIZE the individual at last.

With an outstretched, gloved hand, the spider snatched Annie by the back of her jacket, pulling her back to carry her under the arm. " Gotcha ! " The exclamation of RELIEF sprang forth. An unseen smile etched across the young woman's lips. May leapt off the roof, raising her free arm to launch a web from its webshooter, swinging from it to the next and so forth. All the while, Annie's ( Oscar-worthy ) screams of INDIGNATION were practically reverberating through the air. " On the contrary, sis, " she starts to counter, " It's you running off, disappearing just to reappear right back here, and acting like you didn't have this coming that is. " A beat of silence. " So, you wanna tell me what was up with you or...? "