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𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one || part two: Suddenly, we have a baby || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be a date between you and Miguel, ends up being a night to babysit Mayday. Was it enough to unleash a baby fever? 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- nah, just fluff. clingy!reader x grumpy!Miguel + cute!Mayday, implied age gap (legal) and implied short reader (I’m 5’2, this man can ruin me), implied sex and baby talks. NO PROOFREAD!!. 𝐀/𝐍_PLEASE, listen lover and false God along this!!!!

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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Irritant and cute giggles.

That’s all Miguel keeps hearing. He’s fixated on the screens of his office. At some point, he checks to see how his new white and red suit is doing.

But every damn time, he gets distracted by some giggles.

Until the giggles turn into strong waves of laughter, he turns, visibly annoyed.

Peter is holding Mayday, and you are seated across them and erupting into laughter once Mayday imitates some growling sounds from you and Peter.

Okay, the sight looked and sounded adorable. Mainly because it was you making the baby laugh and make funny sounds. But Miguel had work to do…

“Hey!. You three, out. You’re annoying me,” Miguel spits out. Peter, Mayday, and you turn to see the man.

“Someone’s being grumpy…” Miguel sees you exchange mocking looks with the little girl. And Peter is only there existing.

Then you stand up, and with a little jump, you’re on his floating station/desk, whatever.

He feels you tickle his rib, so he looks down on you.

You are telling him to lean down a little. So he does.

You stand on your tiptoes and smash his cheek with a kiss.

“See you at home?” You ask.

Peter nor Mayday can’t see it, but Miguel has a hand on the small of your back; his way of saying I love you, be safe. Because he couldn’t be utterly soft around the workplace.

“Say bye to the bitter man, Mayday,” you say, taking the baby from Peter’s arms.

The three of you started leaving with another long wave of laugh and chuckles.

Of course a pain in the ass for Miguel.

…

Later that day, a mission was successfully accomplished. Miguel had gone to a different one with Jessica, Lyla, lego Spider-man, and Spider-cat (his low-key favorite interns).

On the other hand, he was impatiently waiting for you to come back and go home together. He was in the mood to spend some time at your place.

It was your grandparent's house, and it was beyond cozy. Miguel had to admit that living on futuristic Earth was excellent. Still, even when your home could be considered as yesteryear, it was better.

However, he could not see the time to leave because he couldn’t find you anywhere.

He even started to worry something had happened.

Hobie, Gwen, Miles, Peter, and Mayday weren’t Miguel's best options for missions. But… they were your family.

“Why the pout?” Suddenly, Jess appeared at his side. Miguel ignored her and kept walking through the long hallway. Some spider people greeted him and Jess, she made brief conversations, and Miguel only sent them nods.

“I’m not pouting…” he answered finally.

“You are.”

“No.” Jess chuckled, rubbing her giant belly.

Miguel gave her a quick glance. Realizing that her coworker was heavily pregnant. It had been some rough months, especially after the events that Miles brought to everyone in the HQ. So for Jess, it must’ve been worse.

“Have you seen y/n?” He asked.

“She’s been here for some hours now. She contained the anomaly with Peter and the others” Then where the hell were you?

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the cafeteria.

Miguel and Jess exchanged some looks before walking all over the hallways that would lead them to the cafeteria.

The scene was… interesting.

Hobie was driving the spider-car, you on the passenger seat with Mayday in your arms and spider-plushie on your shoulder.

In the backseat, Miles and Gwen were laughing and looking back.

And chasing the car, Peter B. Parker tries to catch everyone with a poor running pace.

Miguel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t complain. You married a younger woman…” said Jess laughing at the sight.

Soon, the car disappeared through another hallway, with Peter screaming to stop the vehicle.

“I’m not complaining. But-“ he wouldn’t say it out loud, but Miguel loved you just like you were. He wouldn’t change anything for you.

“I’m not gonna be here soon. You gotta be conscious that you’ll deal with them all alone.”

“I know…” you had a mature side that Miguel enjoyed regarding safety, health, and serious decisions. But he also loved that you remained optimistic most of the time.

And he couldn’t blame you. Back home, you had few real friends, only two girlfriends, and your family.

Both girls were shocked to learn that you were engaged less than half a decade after high school. But they were so supportive, and they accepted Miguel. Same story for your family.

Then spending time with his least favorite coworkers made you happy. So Miguel could handle the annoying moments. Just for you…

“Tell me if I’m trespassing. But… What do you do together? It’s still unbelievable that you two are married.” Miguel gives her a stern look. He doesn’t like to discuss his private (nor public) life with you, but somehow Jess wasn’t a burden of questions like Peter or Miles and Gwen.

“She likes cooking, so we either go to restaurants or cook together. Then she likes spending hours at this giant library near her place,” Jess smiles. Knowing how much you liked spending time between pages and pages.

“So you’re a pleaser. Interesting…”

“Jess…” Miguel warned her. Jessica laughed harder, giving up.

“Okay, okay, sorry. It’s just that… she seems like… the opposite of you. But it also seems like it works well.”

“It does,” he accepts, allowing himself to smile very little.

“Are you taking her on a date this weekend?”

“We haven’t been on a date since… two months?” okay, that sounded terrible for a year and a half marriage.

“Dude…” her tone indicated that it was a catastrophic event, that you and Miguel hadn’t been on a date for so long.

“What? We’re both busy. I’m in charge here; she has work to do here and college stuff. “ it wasn’t that bad. You always made time to make a decent dinner, watch movies, listen to music, and cuddle before sleeping. Miguel couldn’t complain.

“So?” Miguel knew what Jess was about to add. She would say you two didn’t have a child to care about.

And it made him question it. Did he ever see himself being a father again? No.

Would he love to see you pregnant and taking care of a baby? Yes

Would he be able to leave his trauma behind just to be happy again if you asked for a baby?… Maybe.

“I’ll just say it’s a good weekend to spend time together again. Not worrying about work is…Is a relaxed Friday.” she was right.

Maybe Miguel would take her word.

But first, he had to find you.

…

“Would you like to have a date?” His question popped in a way that made you feel like he was asking for the first time again.

You smile brightly, looking up at him with a slight arch on your brow.

“Yeah. I would love that,” he sighs, relieved.

“Your place. It’s better….” you knew he preferred your house. So you would not complain.

“Sure. Then let me clean today, okay?” He nodded.

Unexpectedly you hug him. Your head barely brushed his chest. And since nobody was around, Miguel hugged you back. His hands caress your head softly, touching your hair.

“I love you so much,” you admit with your eyes closed. He knows it’s obvious. Nobody would’ve stood him for so long, even before marriage.

“Me too, bonita,” he replies calmly.

There’s a characteristic pull you do in his rib every time you ask for a kiss.

So he leans again, but there’s time for a long deep kiss this time.

It’s impossible to not miss your body too.

Memories that shouldn’t appear, assault him at that moment.

Honestly, he can’t wait to have you the next night. You never deny him a good time in bed. And Miguel can’t help but be surprised that a small body like yours has long-lasting stamina.

Except when the weather it’s too hot and your low blood pressure can’t take it.

Other than that, you were so determined to take him and endure anything he decided to give you.

Another big reason to love you.

He’s still kissing you. And he can sense how your body temperature increases. He doesn’t have spider sense but swears he can hear your throbs and pulses around nothing.

A cold shower, that’s what he’s gonna need.

“So.. See you tomorrow, amor.” You say one last time. He lets you go and can’t wait for the next day.

Yeah, even when he sees you every day, no matter what.

Because he’s beyond in love with you.

…

As you walk towards your little office, you encounter Peter and Mayday.

“Hey!. You two are still here,” they turned, giving you a big smile.

“Yeah, Mayday can’t leave without a warm bottle of milk from here” You wondered what could make the milk from the HQ something special for Mayday. Maybe it was the mascarpone flavor….

“I want to leave early because this girl needs a bath before tomorrow….” you frown, confused. There’s a lot of trust and a great friendship with the man, even when he is older than Miguel and you. And as much as your husband liked to remark that Peter wasn’t a friend, the truth was obvious.

“What’s gonna happen tomorrow?…”

“I’m having a date with MJ, and we hope her mother can take care of Mayday. Cause if she can’t… maybe we won’t be able to- “

“Miguel and I can take care of her…” you suggest immediately.

“Really? That would be great. But… What about…?”

“Miguel? You know him…He secretly likes Mayday,” you respond.

But then you remember you were supposed to have a date with your husband. You haven’t had an entire day with him outside of work. And he hadn’t fucked you since two weeks ago.

But Mayday couldn’t be such a bother…Right? Like, look at that cute face and baby carrot hairs.

“Well, in that case…Do I bring her?” You nod, completely forgetting about Miguel and what could be his reaction.

“Sure. You know my place, right?” Peter had been there several times before you and Miguel got married.

“Yeah. So… at 7:00 pm? I would pick her up before midnight.”

“It’s fine. Right, baby?” Mayday giggles and keeps drinking from her little bottle.

“Alright then… see you tomorrow” You wave goodbye to the duo and go home.

It won’t be that bad.

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Miguel opens the door of your house, and the first thing he hears is soft music playing.

My heart's been borrowed, and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my… LOVER!!!!.

You are singing between giggles and pauses.

Okay, he knows the song. He knows you dedicate that whole album to him every time you play it.

And when he enters the kitchen, he wants to pinch his arm to confirm he’s not dreaming.

You are cooking something on the little island: a baby pink dress, red cardigan, hair in a braid.

One hand is stirring something, and the other is… carrying Mayday?

“Oh. Hey, babe!” You greet him, running to give him a peck on the lips.

“Uh…What’s going on?” He asks, pointing at the baby in your arm.

“We’re babysitting her!” Mayday is super concentrated on a piece of watermelon you gave her, chewing and making a mess of her onesie.

“This was supposed to be a date…” he doesn’t want to ruin the mood. But he was expecting some time alone with his wife.

“It is… Peter will pick her up before midnight. We never go to sleep before 2:00am, amor.”

“Great. I have to deal with Peter even on my free day,” you laugh at his exaggerated reaction.

“Oh, don’t be like that. Mayday is a burst of sunshine; she will not trouble us.” When Miguel turns back to see you, the baby is gone from your arms. She’s climbing your kitchen drawers. Your husband instantly panics when he sees Mayday could fall into the boiling water at any moment.

“You have to look after her,” he says to you, eyes switching from you to the baby.

“I’m looking at her…”

“No. You’re looking at the recipe for…mushroom soup?” Mayday trembles, and Miguel runs to basically catch her. But you make a movement that shoots out two webs, making a little swing for her. She coos and laughs happily.

“See? I got her….” you say proudly.

Miguel had to accept you were good at taking care of kids. Making him question it further if he was ready to pop in the question; Do you want a baby?

“Could you two pick a movie? I left some options on the couch” Miguel looks at Mayday, who seems to understand that you need something from her, so stretches her arms to Miguel, asking him to pick her up.

“She’s asking you to lift her, babe.”

He rolls his eyes, and with a grumpy attitude, he picks Mayday in his arms.

You take a mental screenshot of the image. And your baby's fever escalates even more. Only that you swore to not bring up the issue. Because you weren’t ready to find out if Miguel was prepared to try for a baby again.

Miguel and Mayday, they both look at the pair of movies you have out.

All are for kids, but he can easily look at any of those because he would be with you.

And probably would not pay attention.

“Which one do you want?” He asks the girl. She looks at the movies again and points at the pirates and fairies one.

“Good choice,” your husband lets out. Mayday only giggles.

…

Well, Miguel couldn’t sit next to you.

Because Mayday was in the middle. You made her some tofu nuggets with vegetables because you were an almond babysitter. Also cause Peter said Mayday needed to eat more greens.

She happily looked at the movie while she had the plate before her.

Then you and Miguel had mushroom soup with warm bread and salad.

He never failed to flatter your food; never.

You can feel he’s praying for Mayday to fall asleep.

He has some big fuck me eyes, actually begging.

You can’t help but smile and giggle as he rolls his eyes.

For another twenty minutes, the movie continues. But soon, Mayday climbs Miguel and starts resting on his chest, and no more than a minute later, she’s fast asleep.

Both of you are in shock. He doesn’t even know where to place his hands.

Until you stand to place his hands in the right place, one on her head and the other on her back.

Miguel looks astronomically big with the baby in his arms. And once again, you look with a giant pair of heart eyes.

Your head is screaming; give me a baby, please!!!!!!

However, you and Miguel only stare at each other, probably thinking and wanting to say the same.

“I’ll put her on your bed” You nod, thanking him as his broad figure disappears from the living room.

You take the dishes to the kitchen and clean them.

There’s a long pause after drying your hands with a flower towel. You stare vaguely at your window, looking through the flowers Miguel gave you when he arrived.

You can’t ask him, but you want so badly. He’s your husband, your lover. You should be able to ask him, cause you to talk with him about everything and anything.

When you go back to the living room, Miguel is there. The tv is off, and the whole room is in complete darkness except for your window. Which led some light to enter through the curtains.

You look at him; he’s seated on the couch.

Your mouth opens and closes. Because you can’t find the words.

“Do you want a baby?” He asks. It’s sudden, unexpected, and shocking.

“I-…” You are frozen. His eyes had never been so intimidating. Yet, the love you feel when you come closer to sit beside him is more immense.

“I do, but-“Then you think about him. His past, trauma, and sequels he could have.

“I think I’m ready to move forward,” he can make you feel shocked again.

He’s making an effort… Why ruin it?

“You are?…” you ask, taking his hand. He caressed your knuckles, softening the moment.

“Yes. Since some months ago… I’ve seen you the kid, and I want that,” he leans into your touch. The way you caress his cheeks invites him to stay there forever.

“So…Wanna try?” You’ve never been on the pill or anything; just pure luck. Maybe it turned out for the best.

“Yes…” somehow the moment is awkward. But in a cute way because neither of you knows where to start.

“Is the kid completely asleep?” you chuckle on his lips. So you’re trying earlier…

“Completely passed out. Don’t worry, amor. I’ll be quiet” he spreads his big thighs when you straddle him on the couch. Your weight is incredibly relaxing for him, so he cherishes every moment.

“Bonita…You’re never quiet” his comment makes you blush. Miguel loved the power he had to make you feel like a teenager in love yet. And it wasn’t because of the age gap. It was simply the way you were.

“Yes, I’ll be. Promise…”

You weren’t quiet. But at least Mayday snored.

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Peter is greeted by a sweaty Miguel, and you are all disheveled. His face turns into a grin, a disgusted one. He doesn’t even say hi to Miguel; he just steps into your house.

“You two had-“

“NO!” You deny it immediately, drinking a water bottle, ignoring your friend’s judgmental gaze.

“Yes,” Miguel admits with his usual stoic presence.

“MAN..why?” Peter asks in disbelief. Your blush can’t help but increase until you look like a swollen tomato.

“Guess my baby set the alarms of a baby fever…huh?” Even Miguel wants to laugh but does his best to stand still.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe…” you admit laughing nervously.

Miguel disappears to bring the baby, leaving you and Peter alone.

“So, how was the date?”

“So… How was the tango session?” He starts laughing.

“PETER!” You nudge his arm, joining his chuckles.

“Nah, the date was amazing. Oh, how much I love my wife,” he hears your prolonged aww. Then Miguel appears with a happy Mayday again.

“You woke her?” Peter asks, taking his daughter.

“No. She was awake already.” Your husband replies.

“You know? You two will be good at this” You can’t help but smile widely. You hug your friend quickly before saying bye to Mayday, and a second later…It’s just you and him again.

“This turned… good,” Miguel admits.

“He’s right?”

“What?”

“Peter. He’s right; we’ll be good at this” Finally, you see him smile. A genuine smile that is only reserved for you.

“Promise me that we’ll be careful. That we are going to try so hard to keep it going?” He pleads suddenly. Looking down at you with a slight pout.

“Oh, Miguel. I can’t assure you everything will be perfect. But I’ll do my best for us and upcoming additions. I promise,” he nods, pressing his forehead against you.

And again, it’s all kisses and slow heavy breathings.

“I wanna keep trying….” you reveal between kisses. He smiles; you can feel it. No matter what, he would always have you, but… he would try for that baby.

“I think we’re gonna stay up past bedtime,” you giggle, stretching again to feel his warm lips.

Impatient to feel them all across your body.

But little did you know, you had already been hosting a baby for the past three months.

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still-single · 2 years

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New Heathen Discos / more reviews to follow

Some radio shows to ease your troubled minds.

Episode #296 (June 12, 2022)

HOUR 1

Flanger Magazine – Sympathies to the River

David Nance – Amethyst

Kikagaku Moyo – Effe

Azita – Bruxism

Tommy James and the Shondells – Crimson and Clover

Cocteau Twins – Lorelei

Weird Nightmare – Sunday Driver

Eggs – This Party Never Ends

Cyrus Pireh – Adomono Tone Control

Magazine – The Light Pours Out of Me

HOUR 2

The Neon Judgement – The Fashion Party

Beau Wanzer – Blood Type Gravey

The Gruesome Twosome – Hallucination Generation (Joker’s Revenge Edit)

Alan Vega – Saturn Drive

Dharma – Dreams of a Final Theory

Chevalier Avant Garde – The Killing Fields

Green-House – Produce Aisle

The Stroppies – Material Condition

Kitchen’s Floor – Haunted Houses

Sorcery – Woman

Rats – Mainhorse Cowboy

Estus – On the Wings

Freda Payne – I Get High

Roller – Homunculus

HOUR 3

The Modern Lovers – Don’t Let Our Youth Go to Waste / Dance with Me

Nite Fields – Take My Side

à;GRUMH… - Another Brick in the Wall Part II

Midas – One O One

Bomb the Bass – Don’t Make Me Wait

L/F/D/M – Midnight Muscle

Penza Penza – Merman

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Reggae fi Dada

Glenn Branca – The Ascension

BABY? – Babbling Brook (Vintage Dust)

Forest Management – Liminal Suite Pt. 2

The Velvet Underground – I Found a Reason

Episode #295 (June 5, 2022)

HOUR 1

The Leather Nun – Slow Death

Afrorack – Last Modular

Astaron – As Time Joins In

TSAP – Vile Corporation

Danse Macabre – The Voice of Bulgaria (instrumental)

Brian Case – Our Ruin

Horsegirl – Homage to Birdnoculars

Long Odds – Not Enough Stars

John & Beverley Martyn – Auntie Aviator

Smoke Bellow – Maybe Something

Rose Mercie – Sweet Place

Daniel Villarreal – 18th and Morgan

Steve Hillage – Musick of the Trees / Palm Trees (Love Guitar)

HOUR 2

Vivienne Styg – Leather Love

Jess Scott – Climbing Numbers

Dick Diver – Private Number

Microdisney – Town to Town

The Party of Helicopters – Neverending Cycle

Tar – Goethe (live)

Rudimentary Peni – Vampire State Building / Blasphemy Squad

New Age Steppers – Fade Away

Forest Management – One After Another

Fievel Is Glauque – Decoy

Cookie Jar – Far Out As Near As Can Be

The Neon Judgement – Hot Sally

Roller – Habit Man Zero

The Arms of Someone New – No City Fun

Kim Phuc – Razorblades

Cyrus Pireh – Message of Universal Solidarity

Goblin – Tenebre

HOUR 3

Mr. Big Mouse – Duck the Mouse (Ascorbic Acid Mix)

Tomaga – Very Never (My Mind Extends)

System 56 – They’re Only Dreaming

Construction Crew – Break That Beat (That Noise Mix)

Heavenly Bodies – Rains on Me (extended mix)

Brandon Coleman – We Change (Part 1)

Chronophage – Spirit Armor

Doramaar – Monestrial

Blue Öyster Cult – Don’t Fear the Reaper (demo)

Episode #294 (May 29, 2022)

HOUR 1

Mess Esque – Sweet Spot

Just Mustard – Seed

Bardo Pond – Don’t Know About You

Mosquitoes – Outlines

Th’ Faith Healers – Love Song

Penza Penza – Merman

Siouxsie & the Banshees – Hybrid

Th Blisks – I Don’t Fade

Anne Clark – Counter Act (instrumental)

Apiento featuring Harriet Brown – Down That Road (Apiento & Tepper Dubbed It)

Depeche Mode – Nothing

Winged Wheel – Central Ceiling

Felt – All the People I Like Are Those That Are Dead

HOUR 2

Zusammen Clark – Rest Position

Comet Gain – Allende

The Go-Betweens – Head Full of Steam

Bailter Space – Robot World

Neu! – Hallogallo

Green-House – Flora Urbana Absumpto

Stephanie Mills – What Cha Gonna Do With My Lovin’ (12” version)

Paul Haig – Blue for You

Sleep D – Twin Turbo

Wally Badarou – Hi-Life

Silver Apples – Lovefingers

Tommaso Moretti – ESM

Viva L’American Death Ray Music – Getting Better

HOUR 3

Mura – Younger Brother

Mary Lattimore and Paul Sukeena – Altar of Tammy

Small World Experience – Side Projects

The Garbage and the Flowers – On the Radio

The Breeders – When I Was a Painter

Delivery – Personal Effects

Ebi Soda – Pseudocreme

Vacant Gardens – Field of Vines

Spread Joy – Discomfort Is Palpable

Sparks – At Home At Work At Play

Severed Heads – Halo

Chris & Cosey – Until

James Brown – I Can’t Stand It “76”

Best Bets – The Point

Yo La Tengo – Deeper into Movies

Episode #293 (May 20, 2022)

*insert image of Wednesday Addams here*

HOUR 1

STRING – Plus Operator

Maya Hardinge – Living Behind Smoke

Trisomie 21 – Jakarta

Bauhaus – Stigmata Martyr

Levon Vincent – Tubular Bells

For Against – Loud and Clear

The Cure – Object

The Scissor Girls – D1 Test (Cracked Swanreons)

Crime of Passing – Ways of Hiding

Automelodi – Angoisses D’Orléac

Winged Wheel – Central Ceiling

Austra – Beat and the Pulse (extended mix)

HOUR 2

A Split - Second – Close Combat

Fad Gadget – Lady Shave

ADULT. – I Am Nothing

16-17 – Davul

Cairo Pythian – Puce Cross

The Birthday Party – Junkyard

Kelly Lee Owens – S.O (2)

Modal Melodies – Standing Still

The Terminals – Hide Yourself Away

The Glove – Looking-Glass Girl

Ashrae Fax – Decaax

Xmal Deutschland – Nachtschatten

The Veil – Manikin (extended mix)

Whatever the Weather – 25° C

HOUR 3

The Wedding Present – Never Said

Prefab Sprout – Desire As

Shirley & Dolly Collins – Rambleaway

Roller – Au (Gold)

My Bloody Valentine – Feed Me With Your Kiss

The Litter – Breakfast at Gardenson’s / Future of the Past

Green-House – Mycorrhizare Dreams

Deep Tunnel Project – Elysian Fields

Spiritual Mafia (ft. Alan Partridge) – Bath Boy (30 Mil From My Gland remix)

The Hazmats – Empty Rooms

Drive Like Jehu – Super Unison

Marley Marl feat. Biz Markie and Heavy D – We Write the Songs

2022 Demo

Book me to play records at yours.

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HYPE LOTM: Farris Wheel Recordings by Gene Farris

- Artists: Gene Farris DATE CREATED: 2024-02-16 GENRES: Bass House, Tech House, House Tracklist : 1. Gene Farris - Let's Go Back(Original Mix) 2. Panfil & Rubh - For Da People(Original Mix) 3. Gene Farris, DJ Rae - Forever Always(Original Mix) 4. Gene Farris, DJ Rae - Forever Always(Tim Baresko Remix) 5. Jerome Robins, DJ PP - Fallin'(Original Mix) 6. Rich Furniss, Jesse Jonez - Moving On(Original Mix) 7. Gene Farris, Amal Nemer - Dharma(Original Mix) 8. Tyler Hill - Man Believe Me(Original Mix) 9. Tegi - Madonna(Original Mix) 10. Jack Kennedy - Hook Or Crook(Original Mix) 11. Birthdayy Partyy, Basura Boyz, MAMBA. - Don't Talk(Original Mix) 12. Fab Massimo - Leave It Alone(Original Mix) 13. Joe Rowe - Concentrate(Original Mix) 14. Chris Estrella, Amal Nemer - Don't Wanna Go Home(Original Mix) 15. Freeze (US) - Losing Control(Original Mix) 16. Eyes Everywhere, John Summit - Seen It All(Original Mix) 17. Gene Farris, Cajmere - Gimme Your Luv(Original Mix) 18. J. Read the full article

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HYPE LOTM: Farris Wheel Recordings by Gene Farris

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omshant · 3 months

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Hey Guys:

I can't feel you rn but I know you're there.

I just hope you can feel me, too.

Also, I think this is cool:

"Quul" (say, O Prophet):

Tasmāj jñātavyam Prajñāpāramitā mahā-mantro, Therefore one should know the Perfection of Wisdom is a great mantra,

mahā-vidyā mantro, 'nuttara-mantro, samasama-mantraḥ, a great scientific mantra, an unsurpassed mantra, an unmatched mantra,

sarva duḥkha praśamanaḥ, satyam, amithyatvāt. the subduer of all suffering, the truth, not falsehood.

Prajñāpāramitāyām ukto mantraḥ tad-yathā: In the Perfection of Wisdom the mantra has been uttered in this way:

gate, gate, pāragate, pārasaṁgate, Bodhi, svāhā! gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond, Awakening, blessings!

Iti Prajñāpāramitā-Hṛdayam Samāptam Thus the Heart of the Perfection of Wisdom is Complete

(Kudos to the world [esp. BHARAT] for their preservation efforts.).

><<

"GYATE GYATE HARA GYATE HARA SO GYATE MUSII SO RA JAAH"

(Musii [to me] means Christ.

JAAH [to/for me] means Quul ("Say [,O Prophet]").

I believe it's also a Revelation from Adonai Our God, and a shout of victory and triumph for us and ours..).

(Remix by Me, :TRAYVØÑ;)

Remix inspired by Prince Siddhartha Gautama of the Shakya tribe: "Shakyamuni Buddha", Bodhidharma "the incarnate," Eno Dai Kan AKA HUI NENG (sixth patriarch of Zen), Soen Shaku Roshi and His Student Eido Shimano Roshi of the Rinzai School..

R.I.P.

,and I thank their ordained and appointed student/teacher, Shinge Sherry Chayat Roshi, who ordained me with the name "Mujo" at Dai Bosatsu Zendo, Kongo-ji in early Spring of 2018.

She taught me how to let go. It's in the exhale.

"Let True Dharma Continue"!

~Watuu

//@Streetspreezyp on PicsArt

@templeortum on IG

@sachhaii on X

@TRAYVONHAMDAAS on TikTok

Facebook.com/jessenichh or Jesse Louis Nichols on fb

(I don't like to use Facebook, though; so, I avoid it..).

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screamingforyears · 3 months

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IN A MINUTE: // A POST_PUNK_ISH EXPRESS…

@the.dharma.chain are here w/ “SOMEWHERE,” the first taste of their forthcoming LP titled ‘Nowhere’ (TBA @anomicrecords) & it finds the Berlin-by-way-of Byron Bay-based sextet slow burning across 5+ mins of dreamily hazed & post_punked PsychRock.

“REFRAIN” is the lead single from @frailbodyil’s forthcoming LP titled ‘Artificial Bouquet’ (3/29 @deathwishinc) & it finds the Rockford-based trio of Lowell Shaffer (guitar/vocals/piano), Nic Kuczynski (bass) & Nicholas Clemenson (drums) bringing their Midwestern Screamo across a blistering skramz’d ass 2:43 clip.

@freeplayangel are here w/ a new track titled “NEWS OF THE WORLD” & it finds Alexander Miranda’s recording/live musical project finding that sweet spot across a sub-3 min slice of moodily minimal, eerily spidered & slap echoed DubPop.

“WITHIN/WITHOUT” is the lead single/title-track from @housesofheaven’s forthcoming LP (4/26 @felte_label) & it finds the Oakland-based trio of Keven Tecon (vocals/synths/guitar/drum programming), Adam Beck (synths/guitar/drum programming) & Rachel Travers (drums) bringing 4+ mins of throbbingly agile ElectroPop.

“PURE ANTHEM” is the lead/title-track on @_in_mirrors’s freshly dropped EP & it finds Jesse Taylor’s Vancouver-based project sound_scaping across 4 ambiently instrumental mins of cinematically grand & electronica-tinged SynthWave.

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#postpunk #screamingforyears #music #songs #indie #indierock #electronicmusic #goth #Spotify #Bandcamp

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queenjess-official · 1 year

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My Story

The start of it all

I created an Etsy Shop, Dharma By Jess, when I lived full time in a van in Southern California. I thought making crystal jewelry would be a fun and easy way to make a little money.

But then I realized having an Etsy shop required more than just making the products...

I realized I needed a logo, a social media platform, and good quality product photos. I had no background in branding, marketing, or product photography, but I was passionate about my new business and decided to teach myself these skills.

The first time I opened photoshop, I cried.

Learning all of these skills was not impossible, with the vast array of YouTube videos at my disposal, I could teach myself anything, but it was hard. It took a lot of time and dedication to become familiar with Adobe, with search engine optimization SEO, and how to use a DSLR camera... but I did it, and I realized I LOVED these new skills I had acquired.

Burn out is a real problem for creative entrepreneurs.

My business was growing and I was getting more orders than I could fulfill on my own. I was a little over my head and was scared to delegate. What if someone else didn't do the work the way I wanted? How would I even going about finding an assistant for my shop? I was overwhelmed and instead of reaching out for help, I shut down my shop.

Other Hats I Wore

Since then I have created numerous other businesses from dog walking to graphic design, I have always loved the act of building new businesses. However, none of these other business ventures ever felt like the right fit for me. I wanted to work for myself I just didn't know what I was passionate about.

(Hint: I was passionate about building businesses! I just didn't realize it yet).

Letting go of control and letting my business flow. At the beginning of 2021 I started what I thought would be the business for me: Jasmine Shay Designs. I was in art school and wanted a platform to sell my art prints online. I already had all the know-how from my other business adventures and was able to grow this new business quickly using instagram as my main marketing platform. But something still wasn't right... Getting out of the "branding box" I nailed the brand aesthetic for Jasmine Shay Designs I was happy with my brand's image and voice, but it didn't feel likefelt like I had to sensor myself and my content in order to fit into this neat little box I had branded for myself. I wanted to share myself fully with my audience, not just this little part of me.

Moving towards what feels exciting.

I was feeling more and more like posting on my business instagram page was a chore. I was posting much more regularly and with excitement on my personal instagram page. So, instead of trying to force myself to promote a business that wasn't feeling exciting, I moved towards what lit me up: my personal page @QueenJess_Official.

The more I let myself flow, to create what felt exciting and authentic, the more I realized I was already a brand.

I think that bares repeating: I was already a brand.

I began to combine all aspects of myself: my yoga practice, my art, my writing, my passion for creating and growing businesses. And voilà The Queen Jess was born.

Through this experience of finding what felt right, being authentic to myself, and following what excited me, I found my passion: helping creative entrepreneurs do the exact same thing:

Find the brand that already lives inside them.

If you're feeling overwhelmed with your business or don't know where to begin, reach out and let's chat.

Jess, The Queen Jess

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jukeboxcwb · 1 year

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Com homenagem a Gal Costa e Rita Lee, confira os vencedores do Grammy Latino

Cerimônia aconteceu hoje, em Las Vegas. Brasileiros foram destaque durante a premiação

Foto: Getty Images

O Grammy Latino 2022 aconteceu nesta quinta-feira (17), e contou com a presença de Anitta na apresentação, junto de Luis Fonsi, Thalia e Laura Pausini.

Apesar de a cerimônia principal iniciar às 22h, algumas categorias foram anunciadas na pré-cerimônia, que teve início durante a tarde.

Nela, foram anunciados os vencedores de categorias em língua portuguesa, ou\ seja, Ludmilla, Liniker, Marisa Monte, Erasmo Carlos, Bala Desejo e Chitãozinho & Xororó foram alguns dos brasileiros que receberam prêmios na pré-cerimônia.

Gal Costa, que morreu no último dia 09 de novembro, e Rita Lee foram as homenageadas da noite. Anitta ficou responsável pela homenagem à Gal, interpretando “Chuva de Prata”. Já Rita foi a homenageada no Lifetime Achievement Award, em reconhecimento pelo conjunto da obra. Durante a premiação, a trajetória da artista foi recontada em imagens.

A cerimônia foi realizada no Michelob ULTRA Arena, no Mandalay Bay, em Las Vegas, nos EUA.

Confira os vencedores:

Gravação do Ano

"Pa Mis Muchachas" - Christina Aguilera, Becky G, Nicki Nicole Featuring Nathy Peluso

"Castillos de Arena" - Pablo Alborán

"Envolver" - Anitta

"Pa'lla Voy" - Marc Anthony

"Ojitos Lindos" - Bad Bunny & Bomba Estereo

"Pegao" - Camilo

"Tocarte" - Jorge Drexler & C. Tangana (vencedor)

"Provenza" - Karol G

"Vale La Pena" - Juan Luis Guerra

"La Fama" - Rosalía Featuring The Weeknd

"Te Felicito" - Shakira & Rauw Alejandro

"Baloncito Viejo" - Carlos Vives & Camilo

Álbum do Ano

"Aguilera" - Christina Aguilera

"Pa'lla Voy" - Marc Anthony

"Un Verano Sin Ti" - Bad Bunny

"Deja" - Bomba Estéreo

"Tinta Y Tiempo" - Jorge Drexler

"Ya No Somos A No Somos Los Mismos "- Elsa Y Elmar

"Viajante" - Fonseca

"Motomami" (Digital Album) - Rosalía (vencedor)

"Sanz" - Alejandro Sanz

"Dharma" - Sebastian Yatra

Canção do Ano

"A Veces Bien Y A Veces Mal" - Daddy Yankee, Rauw Alejandro & Nile Rodgers

""Agua - Daddy Yankee, Rauw Alejandro & Nile Rodgers

"Algo Es Mejor" - Mon Laferte

"Baloncito Viejo" - Carlos Vives & Camilo

"Besos En La Frente" - Fonseca

"Encontrarme" - Carla Morrison

"Hentai" - Rosalía

"Índigo" - Camilo & Evaluna Montaner

"Pa Mis Muchachas" - Christina Aguilera, Nicki Nicole, Becky G Featuring Nathy Peluso

"Provenza" - Karol G

"Tacones Rojos" - Sebastián Yatra

"Tocarte" - Jorge Drexler & C. Tangana (vencedor)

Melhor Artista Revelação

Angela Alvarez (vencedora - empate)

Sofía Campos

Cande Y Paulo

Clarissa

Silvana Estrada (vencedora - empate)

Pol Granch

Nabález

Tiare

Vale

Yahritza Y Su Esencia

Nicole Zignago

Melhor Álbum Pop Vocal

"Ya No Somos Los Mismos" - Elsa Y Elmar

"Amor Que Merecemos" - Kany García

"Clichés" - Jesse & Joy

"El Renacimiento" - Carla Morrison

"Dharma" - Sebastian Yatra (vencedor)

Melhor Álbum Pop Vocal Tradicional

"Aguilera" - Christina Aguilera

"Viajante" - Fonseca

"Filarmónico 20 Años" - Marta Gómez

"La Vida" - Kurt

"Frecuencia" - Sin Bandera

Melhor Canção Pop

"Baloncito Viejo" - Carlos Vives & Camilo

"Besos En La Frente" - Fonseca

"Índigo" - Camilo & Evaluna Montaner

"La Guerrilla De La Concordia" - Jorge Drexler (vencedor - empate)

"Tacones Rojos" - Sebastián Yatra (vencedor - empate)

Melhor Fusão/Interpretação Urbana

"Pa Mis Muchachas" - Christina Aguilera, Nicki Nicole, Becky G Featuring Nathy Peluso

"Santo" - Christina Aguilera & Ozuna

"Volví" - Aventura, Bad Bunny

"Titi Me Pregunto" - Bad Bunny (Vencedor)

"This Is Not America" - Residente Featuring Ibeyi

Melhor Interpretação Reggaeton

"Desesperados" - Rauw Alejandro & Chencho Corleone

"Envolver" - Anitta

"Yonaguni" - Bad Bunny

"Nicky Jam: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 41" - Bizarrap & Nicky Jam

"Lo Siento Bb:/" - Tainy, Bad Bunny & Julieta Venegas

Melhor Álbum de Música "Urban"

"Respira" - Akapellah

"Trap Cake Vol. 2" - Rauw Alejandro

"Los Favoritos 2.5" - Arcangel

"Un Verano Sin Ti" - Bad Bunny (vencedor)

"Animal" - Maria Becerra

Melhor Canção "Urban"

"Desesperados" - Rauw Alejandro & Chencho Corleone

"Lo Siento Bb:/" - Tainy, Bad Bunny & Julieta Venegas

"Mamiii" - Becky G & Karol G

"Ojos Rojos" - Nicky Jam

"Titi Me Pregunto" - Bad Bunny (vencedor)

Melhor Canção Rap/Hip Hop

"Amor" - Akapellah

"Dance Crip" - Trueno

"De Museo" - Bad Bunny (vencedor)

"El Gran Robo, Pt.2" - Lito Mc Cassidy, Daddy Yankee

"Freestyle 15" - Farina

Melhor Álbum Instrumental

"Back To 4" - C4 Trío

"Gerry Weil Sinfónico" - Gerry Weil & Orquesta Sinfónica Simón Bolívar

"Ofrenda" - Grupo Raíces De Venezuela

"Maxixe Samba Groove" - Hamilton De Holanda (Vencedor)

"Ella" - Daniela Padrón & Glenda Del E

Melhor Álbum de Música Cristã (Língua Portuguesa)

"Antes Da Terapia" - Asaph

"O Samba E O Amor" - Antonio Cirilo

"Epifania" - Clovis

"És Tudo" - Bruna Karla

"Laboratório Do Groove" - Eli Soares (vencedor)

Melhor Álbum de Pop Contemporâneo em Língua Portuguesa

"Sim Sim Sim" - Bala Desejo (vencedor)

"Pra Gente Acordar" - Gilsons

"Pirata" - Jão

"De Primeira" - Marina Sena

"Doce 22" - Luísa Sonza

Melhor Álbum de Rock ou de Música Alternativa em Língua Portuguesa

"Qvvjfa?" - Baco Exu Do Blues

"O Futuro Pertence À... Jovem Guarda" - Erasmo Carlos (vencedor)

"Sobre Viver" - Criolo

"Memórias (De Onde Eu Nunca Fui)" - Lagum

"Delta Estácio Blues" - Juçara Marçal

Melhor Álbum de Samba/Pagode

"Bons Ventos" - Nego Alvaro

"Mistura Homogênea" - Martinho Da Vila

"Desengaiola" - Alfredo Del-Penho, João Cavalcanti, Moyseis Marques E Pedro Miranda

"Numanice #2" - Ludmilla (vencedor)

""Céu Lilás - Péricles

Melhor Álbum de Música Popular Brasileira

"Pomares" - Chico Chico

"Síntese Do Lance" - João Donato E Jards Macalé

"Indigo Borboleta Anil" - Liniker (vencedor)

"Nu Com A Minha Música" - Ney Matogrosso

"Portas" - Marisa Monte

"Meu Coco" - Caetano Veloso

Melhor Álbum de Música Sertaneja

"Chitãozinho & Xororó Legado" - Chitãozinho & Xororó (Vencedor)

"Agropoc" - Gabeu

"Expectativa X Realidade" - Matheus & Kauan

"Patroas 35%" - Marília Mendonça, Maiara & Maraísa

"Natural" - Lauana Prado

Melhor Álbum de Música de Raízes em Língua Portuguesa

"Afrocanto Das Nações" - Mateus Aleluia

"Na Estrada - Ao Vivo" - Banda Pau E Corda Featuring Quinteto Violado

"Remelexo Bom" - Luiz Caldas

"Belo Chico" - Targino Gondim, Nilton Freittas, Roberto Malvezzi

"Senhora Das Folhas" - Áurea Martins

"Oríki" - Iara Rennó

"Senhora Estrada" - Alceu Valença (vencedor)

Melhor Canção em Língua Portuguesa

"Baby 95" - Liniker

"Idiota - Jão

"Me Corte Na Boca Do Céu A Morte Não Pede Perdão" - Criolo Featuring Milton Nascimento

"Meu Coco" - Caetano Veloso

"Por Supuesto" - Marina Sena

"Vento Sardo" - Marisa Monte Featuring Jorge Drexler

Melhor Álbum de Rock

"Mojigata" - Marilina Bertoldi

"Unas Vacaciones Raras" - Él Mató A Un Policía Motorizado (Vencedor)

"Cada Vez Cadáver" - Fito Y Fitipaldis

"1021" - La Gusana Ciega

"Rpdf" - Wiplash

Melhor Canção de Rock

"Día Mil" - Eruca Sativa

"Esperando Una Señal" - Bunbury

"Finisterre" - Vetusta Morla

"Lo Mejor De Nuestras Vidas" - Fito Paez (vencedor)

"No Olvidamos" - Molotov

"Que Se Mejoren" - Wos

Melhor Álbum Pop/Rock

"Trinchera" - Babasónicos

"Monstruos" - Bruses

"La Dirección" - Conociendo Rusia

"Los Años Salvajes" - Fito Paez (Vencedor)

"Cable A Tierra" - Vetusta Morla

Melhor Canção Pop/Rock

"Arrancarmelo" - Wos

"Babel" - Carlos Vives & Fito Páez

"Bye Bye" - Babasónicos

"Disfraz" - Conociendo Rusia

"Qué Voy A Hacer Conmigo???" - Elsa Y Elmar Y Bruses

#grammy latino #liniker #anitta #ludmilla #notícias #jukeboxcwb

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librospdfgratismundocom1 · 3 years

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El mal no tiene cura - Jess Dharma (2021)

Fobia: Temor angustioso e incontrolable ante ciertos actos, ideas, objetos o situaciones, que se sabe absurdo y se aproxima a la obsesión. Tener una fobia es complicado. Tener una fobia extrema, es jodido. Pero si tienes una fobia y tus seres queridos convierten en un infierno tu vida, es insoportable. Descubre si el mal es necesario o si simplemente es parte del mundo que habita la mente de…

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weirdgirlsworld94 · 4 years

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My Favorite TV Couples and Ships

3/6

In order from left to right -

Casey Cartwright & Cappie (GREEK)

Jesse & Becky Katsopolis (Full House)

"Stiles" Stilinski & Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Dharma & Greg Montgomery (Dharma and Greg)

Jake Peralta & Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

John "J.D." Dorian & Elliot Reid (Scrubs)

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kiss-me-muchoo · 10 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: Do you want a baby? || part two || part three: Dharma

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- what was supposed to be just a general diagnosis turns into a pregnancy reveal + how your water broke in the middle of an actual date with Miguel. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ pregnancy, child birth, grumpy!soft!Miguel x sunshine!reader, sex allusions, implied short reader, implied age gap (legal) NO PROOFREAD :). 𝐀/𝐍_ recommended songs; so it goes and lover again (calling all the reputation & lover stans like me!!!)

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist. ✰ index (masterlist/ other works there)

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It would never stop being weird.

Looking at Miguel O’Hara with a tiny female spider by his side, her arm wrapped around his giant forearm, resulting in a confusing image.

Yet, the image continued as Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Pavitr looked at you and your husband passing through the cafeteria and going to his office.

“How long have they been married?” Miles asked. Pavitr counted with his fingers.

“I think they’re about to turn two years,” he replied. Hobie smirked, looking at his friend.

“The wedding was sick… Remember?” Gwen and Miles looked at each other confused.

“What happened at the wedding?” The blonde girl asked.

Out of nowhere, Peter B. Parker appeared with a tray of food and Mayday on top of his head.

“Hey, kids. What are you talking about?”

“Miguel and y/n’s wedding,” Miles answers.

Peter lets out a little sigh like he is bringing back a happy memory. Pavitr also made the same gesture.

“It was a wonderful night…” Mayday went straight to Hobie’s arms, and the man was funnily tickling her. So Peter took advantage of that and got his phone out.

“I have pictures!” Gwen and Miles let out a NO WAY, LET ME SEE in unison.

“Alright, alright. Here’s the ceremony…” The phone displayed a picture of what seemed like a church. You had an elegant and vintage dress, Miguel was wearing a tuxedo, and the place was full of candles and sparkles that made the picture look so perfect that it was concerning.

“Miguel looks…” Gwen started.

“Happy?” Hobie asks for her. Everyone nods.

“Oh, show her the party, man,” Hobie suggested with a big grin. Making Miles and Gwen even more confused.

Some pics showed your friends, Jess and Margo, as your bridesmaids. Lego Spider-Man was one of Miguel’s best men; the cake had six layers.

It was a big celebration. With many spider people around, part of your family, and what seemed like a summer afterparty.

Gwen giggled at the variety of pictures; you and Miguel cutting the cake, the waltz… until the pictures turned a little… intense.

“Damn…” Miles let out. Hobie started laughing, looking at the pictures, and Pavitr was getting blushed.

From alcohol shots, a mess in the pool, and you and Miguel doing the infamous wedding garter removal.

“OKAY!… this is not for kids,” Peter yelled, snatching the phone from the pair of teenagers.

“How did that happen?” the girl asked. Neither she nor Miles could believe they would live to see Miguel, you, and other serious spider people doing things like that.

“Alcohol. Boss was drunk as hell….” Hobie said, evidently mocking the leader of the Spider Society.

“It was after the family left, only… close friends. I must admit it’s the coolest wedding I’ve ever been invited to,” Peter accepted. Pavitr nodded.

“Yes, it was at the same level as an Indian wedding,” that was a lot to say.

Soon, Lyla appeared and gave a disapproving look to the whole table.

“Why are you here doing nothing? Jess assigned new missions and- AWW, Is that a picture from Miguel and y/n’s wedding?” The AI appeared beside Peter, looking at his phone.

“Yes. Was a good party, remember?” Lyla nodded at Hobie.

“Until they left for their honeymoon. And I had to do all the job myself for….like a month.”

“You sound like you suffered…” Gwen said.

“I did”

“You’re an AI, Lyla. You can’t feel anything….” Everyone laughed.

“Insensible kids. Now go meet Jess for the mission’s debriefing unless you want Miguel's lecture on your lives.”

With that, everyone left to their respective rooms to hear the debriefings.

…

“Well, that was fun,” Miles commented. Enjoying a giant cheese empanada from the cafeteria. Gwen nodded, and Hobie shrugged, following them.

“Time to go home. I’m tired…” Everyone started to say their goodbyes. Hobie was gone, and then Margo appeared, running towards them.

“Hey! What’s up, Margo?” Jealousy immediately invaded Gwen, and she soon went to appear beside Miles. Nothing personal, but the feeling had been evolving. She liked Margo but didn’t like how she and Miles interacted.

“Haven’t you heard?… y/n is injured” The pair looked between them worriedly.

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I was about to go and see her. Jess said it was delicate.”

Everyone started pacing towards the clinic.

It was as big as the whole HQ; bright, clean, and futuristic.

Many spiders were there, injured people, waiting for surgery, medicines, etc.

However, their way was towards one of the private rooms.

There, you were lying in a bed in the center.

Beside you, Miguel holding your hand.

In a hologram form, Jess and Lyla were looking too.

“What are you doing here?” Miguel asked, intimidating Gwen, Margo, and Miles with his massive height.

“We heard y/n was injured…” Margo dared to respond.

You smiled. You really loved them, so you giggled.

“This isn’t over…” Miguel spoke once again, pointing at you. Oh, Miguel and his so-ever-grumpy attitude.

But you knew there was a lot to talk about back home. A lot…

“Are you okay?”

“Are you gonna be able to go back to work tomorrow?” Miles and Gwen bombard you with lots of questions. Margo was always more considerate, so she stood quiet.

And Miguel was rolling his eyes and looking beyond annoyed, cringed by his younger employees’ questions.

“No, stop saturating her with stupid questions. She’s pregnant, kids….” Miguel said, maintaining his stoic posture.

Jess let out a little laugh, noticing that Margo was the only one to react at the moment.

Her mouth opened to form a big o of shock.

“Do you have anything broken?” The blonde girl in turquoise Converse asked.

“Just my ankle, a sprain in my inner tight… oh, and I have a baby,” you comment softly, rubbing your stomach with a smile.

The teenagers keep making comments Margo is already paralyzed. You laugh again, covering your lips. Then turn to look at Miguel, who’s rolling his eyes again.

“YOU WHAT?…” their eyes are going to pop out.

“You’re pregnant?” Gwen asks.

“That’s why I just said…” Miguel adds with frustration. Then proceeding to whisper something in Spanish.

“I’m very happy for you two, congratulations” Margo is always polite and sweet. You accept her hug, and the other two teens are all over you. Showering you with ideas for baby names, a baby shower hosted by Peter, and making the kid’s first birthday party in the HQ.

“We have to tell this to the others!”

“No. We don’t want to. “

But Miles and Gwen are already out, both still in shock, ignoring Miguel and his desire to keep your status private.

You don’t mind, actually. Everyone would know in a couple of months. But Miguel… what can you say? He’s your husband.

And he kept pinching the bridge of his nose, proving how annoyed he was.

“Paciencia, paciencia…” he keeps murmuring. Margo giggles before turning to leave.

“I’ll try to stop them,” she offers.

“Thanks, Margo,” your husband thanks her with a brief glance.

“Someone has to stop those kids and their unlimited energy” Jess comments, making you laugh.

Soon, it’s just you and your husband.

“Now what?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

Miguel leans to brush some strays of hair behind your ear, giving you a warm look.

“Now I’m taking you home…”

He thinks you look sweet with the hospital gown, perfect hair, and no makeup.

And although he’s scared as hell of you being already so far in the pregnancy, he dreams of the day you are in the same position. With a baby in your arms…

…

“Your wife is almost six months pregnant…” Spider-doctor had said.

“Sorry… I’M WHAT?”

Miguel stood there frozen, holding your hand. You were also in shock.

His world sure stopped for some seconds. All the months trying, wondering why you couldn’t get pregnant, it was because you were already growing a baby.

“But-… I don’t have any symptoms. I don’t even have a belly,” you blurt. "Human bodies work out differently. For spiders, it can work beyond differently” Miguel, and you turn to look at each other.

His face came to hide in your shoulder almost immediately. Whispering ‘thank you’ multiple times, kissing your hair, working in private, so Doctor Spider-man couldn’t see.

Almost six months of going to missions like nothing, having sex like always (every day, at least four rounds). Damn… Miguel had to be more careful.

“I’ll come again to get you a scan and everything. I’m going to leave to get your blood test results.” With that, Doctor Spider-man leaves.

Now, you are sitting in your bed. Remembering the moment you found out the news. Looking at the candles that illuminated your desk across your bookshelves.

In a moment, Miguel entered with a little tray.

“I got your favorite chicken wrap, tea, and cookies…” Now you know you’re pregnant and suddenly want to cry about everything. He was so sweet. His reaction to the pregnancy was calm, and he promised to look forward instead of his past. And now he appeared at your door with some of your favorite snacks and looked beautiful; yes, you’re crying.

“Oh no. Don’t cry, hermosa,” he soothes you. Your little whimpers made him realize he had to be careful with his words. Then the thought of you being unconsciously reckless, putting yourself in danger, edging Miguel towards another breakdown…

“It’s just that… I’m- we’re halfway through this, and I can’t believe everything I did. I could have….”

“No. It was almost impossible to know you were pregnant, love. You would’ve not put yourself in danger at the slight chance….”

“Now what? I don’t want to put the baby at risk, but I can’t stay doing nothing for the rest of the pregnancy. I’m a spider-woman….”

“I know what you’re thinking” Miguel was being so patient. He was listening to you and never letting your hand go.

“Since we started trying… I’ve psyched myself that it could be dangerous. But it’s not gonna be the same. I’m not gonna lose any of you two. Because I know this is correct” Of course, he was afraid, but he committed to letting go of his past and focusing on this present with you. So he would not try to control it and you.

“You’re my lovely wife. I know you, and you’re a strong and perfect woman who will take care of our baby when I can’t be around….” you are shocked. You have to squeeze his hand to confirm you're not dreaming.

He sounds so peaceful, wearing white socks with a hoodie and pants. And he looks that perfect? You had to be dreaming.

“You are taking some weeks to recover from the ankle, the sprain, and one more check to see the baby. Then, low-impact missions, and in the last month, I have you in my office. What do you think?” you nod, smiling. Pushing yourself to sit and hug him and feel his big hands moving across your back.

“Thank you. We love you so much, Miguel…”

We. Oh, he would cry too.

“I love you two so much too. Completely… my whole world…”

“Yeah. No wonder why your plan sounds like you want to have me by your side for the next four months 24/7,” he smiles.

“Maybe that’s the idea…I want my little family with me all the time” You let yourself fall into the pillows again.

You lift your shirt and start poking your flat stomach. Miguel looks at you with curiosity.

“I can’t believe it’s almost six months old, we have a healthy baby, and I don’t have a bump.”

“Well, you look gorgeous as usual. Maybe there’s even a glow on you that I overlooked before”

“It’s my hair, right?”

“Could be…” both of you giggle.

But finally, there’s a time for a kiss. And it feels like bliss like his lips were everything to soothe the confusing thoughts, to feel happy and blessed for the child growing inside you.

His hands sneak through your exposed skin to gently stroke your stomach, hoping to connect with the baby.

He’s going to treasure this new opportunity. He had taken it the first time by marrying you, protecting you but never trying to control you. So he would follow the same recipe for this pregnancy.

From the love you two shared, passion always bloomed.

You felt amazing, so nothing would stop you from having your husband that night. So you started to tangle your fingers through his hair cause it never failed to tease him.

“God… we have to stop, bonita.”

“Why?” You ask with a pout, coming to hug his neck and giving him an annoyed look.

“The baby…”

“The baby has been fine since day one. Want to remember all the things we’ve done in the last five months?” you can swear he’s about to blush. So you giggle.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” he complains.

But soon, you see his head disappear under the hem of your skirt.

Finally, you exhale with peace and tranquility.

…

Miguel fixes your suit from behind, his own suit already activated. He can hear your heavy breathing and feels slightly guilty because now, with the baby, your breathing could get hatred.

“See? Perfect as usual, mami…” he says, holding your hips, admiring you. He loved seeing his little wife waddling around the HQ with her cute belly and adorable smile. But having her in the HQ, making a moment only for him? It was a blessing.

“We spent at least an hour here; it’s gonna look obvious, Miguel,” you say, ignoring his comments. Your red cheeks, shiny skin, and curled hair could give you away.

Stupid pregnancy hormones.

Since your belly popped out in the seventh month, it felt like a prolonged fertile week that made you feel sexy and loved by your husband. As a result, extreme rounds of sex came like nothing most days.

“Honestly… I don’t care, hermosa,” he admits smiling. You roll your eyes, pinching his hand to annoy him.

“Sometimes you’re insufferable,” he smirks.

“You love me…” he attacks back, and you can’t help but blush like a little girl.

“Yeah, sometimes it scares me how much I do love you” The moment turns soft, as usual, between you and him.

Miguel turns into a giant heart marshmallow for you. All he can think is about how happy you make him.

“Can we have a date on Friday?” You ask with a cute and shy tone.

“Sure, mami. Where do you wanna go?” That fucking nickname. He meant it sweetly and adorably because, in his head, you were already a mommy. Still, he also says it in a hot way to proudly remember you he got you pregnant.

“The library and that new bakery near home” he would never say no to having a date with you. Never.

“You got me, bonita. I’m in the mood for a thriller book and some… What do you call those little cakes?” since you started dating, Miguel would pick one of your books to read together every night. The pastries only came to the scene on the weekends, though.

“Turkish pastries? Stop, I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I don’t mind another memoir, but yeah, I’m into the thriller book too,” he smiles, offering you another sweet smile. Thinking about how much he wants Friday to come and be out with you.

“I have to assign missions with Lyla. I’ll see you in my office. Okay?”

“Okay, amor,” the characteristic pull on his rib appears; he knows he must lean down and kiss you.

It’s slow, passionate, and delightful. His lips are soft despite all the times he had bitten himself with his sharp fangs. He was always so careful to avoid hurting you. He always avoided contact, but that didn’t stop him from playing with the skin of your neck in the most intimate moments.

“We love you…”

“Me too, bonita. I love you two with my whole heart….”

…

Your stomach was painfully churning. You were hungry, and your baby was asking for something too.

Maybe a burger with my husband’s mask printed on the bun. A side of fries with sweet and sour sauce; yeah, that’ll work, you think.

So you are peacefully sitting in the cafeteria. Waiting for Miguel to come back to the HQ and spent the rest of the day with him. Your mask is resting beside your phone and your web shooters.

It was crazy how the pregnancy made you both clingier than ever. His hands never leave your body, especially your belly. You don’t want to be separated from him for long periods. And even your family noticed how close you and Miguel were.

You asked where he went during a family gathering, only to find him drinking a beer with your father. And your aunts said you two were attached to hip… to the max.

“Hey, there’s my favorite spider-mama. Don’t tell Jess!” Peter appeared on your side with his kids; Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, and Mayday.

“Hey, guys!” Mayday immediately went after you. Playing with your belly and softly poking at the roundness of it.

“Wow, your skin looks amazing!” Gwen flatters you, which causes a big blush on your face.

“Oh, thank you. I spent some time in the sauna today…” Miguel convinced you to try the least heated sauna room, saying it was good for your aching belly. However, it turned into a wild session of sex with at least an hour of duration. But your friends wouldn’t know that.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked.

“Fine. You say maybe two more weeks or so…” you rub your belly along Mayday. Her beanie is dirty, and you promise her to clean it up before the day is over.

“I can’t believe you guys don’t know the sex of the baby…” Pavitr commented. You giggle, shrugging.

“I want it to be special. Especially for Miguel… you know his past,” they all nodded. They could see their boss apathetic as usual, barely glancing at them, ignoring their jokes, etc. But every employee of the Spider Society knew Miguel O’Hara had only one weakness; you.

And now that you were pregnant, it was impossible to not notice how Miguel tried to remain calm and be more patient about everything.

“I’m still a little hurt that I wasn’t the first to receive the news,” Peter B. Parker admitted, watching his daughter play with you.

“You left early that day!. You didn’t even know I was injured.”

“Yeah… and I called as soon as I learned the news” You pat his shoulder.

“Oh, Peter. You know you’re one of my best friends. And you’ll be my kid’s godfather,” his eyes sparkled. Everyone laughed at the comment, but Peter was pleased about it.

“I already got something for the kid…” Hobie announced.

“Aww, Hobie!… That’s so sweet, thanks!” their fondness towards you and your baby makes you want to tear up.

“Please, don’t give the child a set of piercings or the book of historic protests like you did with Mayday,” Pavitr prays, looking at his friend. Gwen was laughing so hard that it infected everyone.

However, Hobie had a little guitar full of excellent phrases and stickers he had collected over the months.

“It’s something better,” your punk friend promised.

You really liked spending time with them. It was like a second family that you could enjoy every day.

Then the conversation was all about Pavitr's upcoming big Indian party in Mumbattan. He invited everyone, and you promised to show up with Miguel and the baby.

Then you realized something. You really craved it, being a family of three.

…

A pink box was stuffed with Turkish pastries; 4 pieces of baklava, 2 of basbousa, and a slice of baklava cheesecake.

The sweet woman placed a green ribbon on top of the box, and you squealed out of happiness cause the ribbon matched the pistachio crumbles on the pastries.

“Thank you…” Miguel thanks the woman and follows you toward the exit.

The date was amazing, as usual. Hours spent between bookshelves, stolen kisses, and spending on four books to read in the following months.

“I can’t wait to eat this at home… my mouth is watering, amor,” he chuckled, admitting that these last few weeks, you looked even cuter with your bump and emotional attitude.

“Yeah, give me the box. Or else there won't be any cake left before we arrive home” Frowning, you hand him the box. The way to the parking lot is quiet.

But there’s a pair of big smiles on both of your faces.

The whole day you’ve felt tremendous pressure on your lower belly, nothing painful, but the feeling was weird. Only two weeks left, and then…poof!!, the baby was here.

A heavy noise disconcerted you. And when you looked to your left, Miguel had bumped himself with a lamppost.

Your heavy laughs are all it can be heard isn’t the parking lot after that.

“Stop laughing. I was taking care of you, not stumbling with the bags and your belly” he heard you let out a long oww before continuing to laugh. His spider sense was worse since he learned you were pregnant, always taking care of you. His eyes never leave you, alert in case of anything.

He’s annoyed but smiles at the sight of you being so happy.

Until…he noticed something on your pants. There was a big spot; it certainly looked like…

“Bonita…I think-I think you just….” As you follow his words, you look down to see why your pants and underwear feel drenched.

And once again, you’re laughing.

“Oh my god, Miguel. I think I just…” you peed on yourself for laughing so hard. You’re embarrassed, but still, you find the humor to find it funny. Miguel gets closer and takes the bags of books and your purse from your hands, finally laughing too.

“This is what happens when you make fun of your husband…” he opens the car door for you, and you only send him a lousy look before he keeps smiling. When you accommodate on the seat, your disgusted face worries Miguel. He leans to inspect you better.

“What? What is it, mi vida?” Your discomfort grows, and your hands travel to your lower belly. Seconds later, your eyes pop open in shock.

“Oh god. I don’t think it was pee after all…” you reveal, looking at your husband. His eyes also open in shock, and he starts breathing heavily.

He starts walking in little circles between the space of your car and the neighbor from the parking lot.

All he can think about is that a little human is trying to get out of you.

His life is about to change. All he ever wanted was going to be complete. He had to be strong for you and put his trauma away, like during the pregnancy.

“Okay. Does it hurts now?” He asks, returning to kneeling and looking you in the face.

You shake your head, not even knowing how you feel.

“Not really. I just feel like there’s something stuck inside me and-“

“And?” He urges you.

“And I want to push it out…” he nods, already feeling sweat on his forehead. He leans to kiss your forehead and hold your hands.

“Activate your suit, bonita. We need to go back to the HQ…”

“WHAT? NO… Just take me to a normal hospital, Miguel,” you say, trying to calm down.

“We can’t. Doctor Spider-man has been treating you since we found out. He’ll know better….”

“But…”

“Mami, you’ll have to deliver this baby soon. The best place to do it is in the HQ. You know it, right?” Slowly, you end up nodding.

He makes you look at your watch and activate your suit.

You don’t even feel when your soaked clothes are gone and you are in the suit's skin. You just feel like some beach ball was stuck inside your mouth, but everything happening on your cervix.

Miguel also activated his suit, including his mask. You shake your head at the sight.

“Oh no, fuck no. I'm not wearing the mask…” he sighs. Miguel is doing everything to not panic and not stress you. Even when he feels surprised you are handling the dilatation very well, he knows he can’t panic you too.

“Okay, don’t wear the mask. Can you stand up?…” you do your best, but it’s impossible to stand straight anymore. You must lean a little and open your legs to soothe the intense pressure on your pelvis.

“It’s okay, mami. We’ll be home with our baby in a blink of an eye.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Miguel” Your sarcasm signals him to hurry, so he opens a portal and helps you enter.

…

The room's wide window is like a living landscape, with the futuristic sight of cars and bright lights from skyscrapers.

There were no curtains because no one could see what was happening inside.

You were lying on the hospital bed that night, trying to push out a baby.

“I can’t do this…” you sob. It’s not even that painful (thankfully). The discomfort of the little human sliding out of you very slowly.

“Yes, you can. You are already done, bonita.” Miguel encourages you, which makes you roll your eyes.

“No. I mean-I can do this, just not on this bed…” your husband looks confused, but you ignore him to turn to Doctor Spider-man.

“You can try on your feet,” the doctor speaks through his mask. You nod, and with Miguel’s help, you end up on the edge of the bed; instantly, you feel the pressure of your baby slightly better.

You hear the doctor’s instructions, and even Miguel is in a position to help to catch the kid. You hold onto his broad shoulders to support yourself. Then, after three more big pushes, you feel it…the baby is out.

“We got it,” Miguel hears the doctor say, and a wave of soft cries instantly starts to echo across the room.

Desperation floods Miguel, who wants to see his baby and know everything is fine.

As the doctor cuts the cord and makes Miguel help you to lay on the bed again, he can’t stop kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you so much,” you nod, feeling tears in your eyes.

“Congratulations, it’s a girl,” officially, there are tears in your husband’s eyes. Doctor Spider leaves, saying he will come back with some papers and to help you.

He thinks Gabriella must’ve been very happy to have a little sister.

“Here you go…,” and everything is a comfortable silence once the baby is in your arms.

She’s tiny, with sun-kissed skin like his father, brown matted hair, and grey eyes that will eventually turn into chocolate like his father’s.

Her eyes are slightly open, she looks like she’s yawning, and her little tongue pokes out occasionally.

“Look, Miguel…” he leans to inspect his daughter closer.

He’s in love with her, and he’s beyond in love with you. He would always thank you for giving him a second chance to be a father.

“Oh, I’m in love again. She’s perfect, amor,” you sob, kissing the baby’s tiny head.

“I can’t believe this… I had nothing. Then I found you. And now…suddenly, we have a baby,” he confessed, caressing her rosy cheek.

“How do we name her?” He asks again.

“I want something related to her father’s name…”

“Are you sure, bonita?” You nod. After all, Miguel deserved it, and you wanted to do it for him.

“Yeah. Magalí, Marina, and Magdalena have been in my mind” his smile lights up with your last option, easily looking at her baby with that name.

“I like Magdalena…”

“Then… hello, baby Magda” you coo at your daughter, feeling her soft skin and plump cheeks.

“Your mommy and I love you so much, baby” Miguel’s hand comes to take yours, and together, you’re admiring your baby girl.

Doctor Spider enters after a knock on the door, holding a little binder.

“Okay, we’re cleaning her and healing you….” he announces. He adds that you’ll be fine in three weeks with a good recovery and that the baby was healthy. Miguel is so thankful and happy. He can barely hide his smile from his coworker.

“But before that… Lyla wants me to congratulate you two and ask if she can spread the news. Everyone is asking for this little family,” you smile. Spider plushie and Lego Spider-Man must be very worried and spider cat. You want to see your friends soon.

“No. We don’t want to share-“

“Miguel.” You scold him, give him a bad look, then look down at your daughter, smiling again.

“Yes, you can tell Lyla to share the news,” the AI appears before you. Her eyes open at the sight of the new addition of the HQ.

“Oh-great. And- OH MY GOD, SHE’S SO CUTE” Miguel instantly rolls his eyes, looking at Lyla moving in front of her tiny daughter and simulating touching her. There’s a little pink headband with a flower in Magdalena’s little head, which doubles how cute she looks.

“Thanks, Lyla…”

“Peter and Pavitr are on their way already. Probably the others will be joining us later” You nod once again. Feeling so welcomed and accepting that Miguel was right.

It was the best idea to give birth to your daughter in the HQ.

“Great. More visits!…” Miguel complains with a big load of sarcasm.

“Sorry…see ya later. ” with that, Lyla disappears.

“Ay, mami. You don’t know what you’ve done” Miguel can hear everyone talking about him and you and the baby. Having all his annoying coworkers asking questions and grabbing his daughter. However, he knows that will make you happy.

“Miguel, don’t be like that. This day is special… but we have our whole lives to have a family moment… just the three of us” he knows you’re right. So he sighs, letting a smile appear on your face.

“Right, yeah. You’re right…”

“I know. Now give me a kiss…” as his lips collide with yours, he takes baby Magda from your arms. She’s light as a feather, beautiful, and Miguel can’t think about ever putting her down in your arms again.

“I love you so much, hermosa. And that will never change…”

“Oh, Miguel. You and Magda are my full happiness now. I love you too.”

Miguel feels complete. He had his daughter in his arms; you on his lips.

And he hoped to treasure that feeling… forever.

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Can we think about how baby Mayday and baby Magda are going to be BESTIES now?!?! *sobs*

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