#mayday is just giggling the entire time | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

Text

MORE Spider Society Headcanons

Halloween: Spiderween

First of all: DECORATIONS??????

The ENTIRE campus done up with jack-o'-lanterns and lights and smoke machines and COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SPIDERWEBS for the Spooky vibes???!!!

Spider decorations EVERYWHERE. From October 1st.

There's a haunted house on campus - filled with volunteers AND REALLY REALLY good jumpscare holograms made by Lyla

The food court starts serving Halloween specific food. Like a Vampire Miguel Milkshake at McMiguels.

COSTUMES??!!! COSTUMES BUT OVER THE SUITS.

TRICK OR TREATING Some people stay home at their universe and people portal over for candy and they get to see a glimpse of your universe

Or you get to hop universe to universe dressed like a Spider-person dressed like a giraffe. And since it's Halloween, it's fine if a bunch of Spider-people are running around dressed ridiculous because so is everyone else on most Earth's, Miguel's like 'yeah sure okay'

BIG BONUS POINTS if they dress up like ANOTHER Spider-person but like... Still over the suit.

Like wearing the crappy costume Miles had over your actual suit and 'acting' like someone else.

And EVERY TIME you see someone dressed as you, or wearing the same costume -

You know what you must to do.

One year Hobie comes as Ben Reilly. All dressed up in punk but with a blue hoodie crop top to match . He spends the whole day wailing about the harrowing memories and crouching on ledges. Dramatically collapsing in people's arms

Is your Spidersona small? Imagine them dressed as Miguel. Walking around acting and irritated and fake angry and DOING THIS TO MIGUEL

Miguels like 'are you serious? Cut that out-'

"aRe yOu SeRiOuS?? cUt ThAt OuT'

(and Lyla's like 'oooo that was good. They sound JUST like you Migs')

Lyla being a very popular costume

A bunch of Spider-people wearing fur coats and heart glass and they just decide to spend the whole day being useless to Miguel.

Which LYLA ADORES SHE'S LOVES ATTENTION

They all lounge around on all the seats like her, some even in bob cut wigs, and they follow Miguel and trying to get selfies with him LMAO

The Lyla with the cutest or funniest Miguel selfie gets put in the Campus newspaper

MJs A POPULAR ONE TOO -

ALL the lazy Spider-people wanna throw a red party city wig over their suit and be like 'I'm MJ'. NO YOU'RE NOT.

Or some will even wear their MJ's clothes. Walking around calling everybody, Tiger. (Mayday gets the joke - they're supposed to be her mom - she thinks it's HILARIOUS and giggles the whole day)

Sidebar - can you image Gwen with a wig over her suit BUT LIKE under her hood??? SO SHE WOULDN'T LOOK BALD?? I'M SCREAMING AIRPOD LOOKING AHH

VILLAIN COSTUMES - Spider people dressed as Doc Ock over their suits, coming in with fish bowls on their head and going 'Look, I'm Mysterio!! Lol'

While the caged villains are looking at them like

('y'all mfers got a lotta nerve')

I bet some people get REALLY REALLY into it and go all out, designing everything to a T. (Like the perfectionist!pavitr)

Some friends even do joint costumes - WebSlinger makes a costume for Willow so they match. Hobie does all his costumes DIY and it's like the ONE thing on campus he participates in.

Because he loves the DIY spirit. And the chance to mock his bosses on company hours.

Goes ALL IN on him and Gwen's (he wants to match) costumes. Or maybe he doesn't participate cause-

What's even better is people 'Punkifying' their suit to be like Spider-punk is a popular costume too!!

They throw together their own vest and jeans and jewelry and boots. And follow Hobie around, hands in pockets, and they all act all cool and fake punk all day , Hobie hams up the act for the occasion

Hobie of course weaponizes this by annoying Miguel with his 'clones'.

Ten Hobies outside his office sturming untuned guitars REALLY badly and Hobies likes 'Keep it up you !! U sound great!!'

Miguel's office full of Hobies and Lylas, Last year Margo went as Jess and Jess was touched

Then there's some Spider-people that are broke as hell. But since they all have top tier humor they make the intentionally cheap or out of the closet costumes. that ends up being stupidly hilarious.

Like wearing boxes and drawing a Spider-suit on it. Boom - Lego Spider-man.

Sometimes people might wear their makeshift suit over their new suit. So like a Spider-person having this as their costume OVER their suit

And arguably the funniest of them all - having a really elaborate overdone homemade costume of a specific hero on campus, and everyone is like woah so cool have they seen you in it yet?

And you take off the costume mask... And it's just you... AS YOURSELF Like it's just the same mask underneath LIKE A HAT ON A HAT

THERE'S SO MANY POSSIBILITIES THIS JUST BRINGS ME JOY

But the ONLY TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T DRESS AS AT ALL-

Venom and Deadpool.

Venom is too risky. Deadpool is not allowed on campus and if THE REAL ONES seen they have to evacuate and deploy the capture team cause he gets too excited (you'd be surprised of what one man is capable of in the need of Spider-attention)

Anything else is fine though-

CAN YOU SEE IT ARE YOU SEEING SPIDERWEEN????? HUH

318 notes · View notes

kairiscorner · 10 months

Text

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

ok now but what if

you tried to convince miggy to watch the barbie movie with you.

...

"pleaseeeeee..." you practically begged the man as he continued to stoically watch his monitors, his eyes glued to them and his stance frozen in a perpetual arms-crossed-over-his-chest fashion with, of course, his thick eyebrows furrowing together in an eternal angry face.

he didn't even have to say a thing to let you know his answer would be no. you groaned and leaned your head against the sofa you had installed in his office and kicked your legs against the ottoman, which you also installed in his office. "please!" you exclaimed in a more desperate, whiny voice.

he sighed. "no." he replied in the most curt, most patiently impatient manner you have ever heard anyone speak in your entire life. you groaned for the umpteenth time as you shot your arms up into the air and slumped them back down in an attempt to get his attention.

"but miggyyyy, peter's taking mayday to see it! why can't you take meeeeee?" you asked, still trying to get him to budge. "if he's going then ask him to take you with them."

"but you know just me going won't be any fun!" you complained again as you kicked your legs against the ottoman, probably about to break the poor thing if he rejects your plea again.

miguel sighed yet again as he turned around to face you, with him glowering over you as he raised an eyebrow at you. "what'll you gain out of seeing a bunch of plastic dolls you don't even play with anymo--" he cut himself off as he watched you fiddle around with a mermaid barbie doll. you turned to face him and stared back at him as he caught you playing, slowly putting the doll away on the table.

he ran his hand across his face and shook his head slightly. "you are a genius." he complimented you, his expression unchanging. you chuckled. "why, i certainly am." you said as you took pride in his statement, picking up the doll again and brushing her hair.

"but you lack maturity and proper focus on real important things." he told you in a cold voice, peering at you with those serious brown eyes that did not hesitate to throw reality down upon you.

you turned around on the sofa, putting your hands on the backrest and pouting at him as you copied his furrowed eyebrows exaggeratedly, earning another raised eyebrow and look of confusion on miguel. "what is that face, now? what are you doing?" he asked, a little tired of your antics.

you crossed your arms over your chest, mimicking his likeness. "being serious, being unfunny, being... you." you seethed in a cold voice, trying to act like his stern self, to which she took a deep breath in and clicked his tongue as he looked off to the side to think of what to do next for a moment.

"...lyla." he called for the ai assistant, who was in a hot pink barbie-themed dress with a light pink fur shawl and with a new pair of pink and black sunglasses. "what?" she asked. miguel stared at her dumbfounded, and you smiled cheekily at her new look. "aren't you having a barbielicious day, miggy?" she asked him with a smile.

you giggled as lyla kept posing for a non-existent camera as if she were on a runway, with miguel closing his eyes, putting his hands to his hips and sighing yet again.

"...book me two tickets to the barbie movie for the next screening." he finally uttered, to which you screamed your excitement over. "YES!" you yelled as you beamed, giggling happily as you kicked your legs over the ottoman, and lyla kept posing in front of miguel. "have a barbielicious day you two, because i booked for the screening today, toodles." she said as she flew a kiss at you, which you took and blew right back at her, causing the ai to giggle as she went away.

"you interfered with her coding to get me to say yes to us going to... the barbie movie?" he asked you in overworked disbelief. you smiled at him slyly as you got up and walked over to him. "let's just say... i needed to do some things to convince you to have fun with me sometimes, miggy." you said as you pulled out from your lab coat's deep pocket a ken doll with a frown and brown short hair, with a broad build and a... noticeable behind.

"look, look! my 3d modeling kits worked wonders, it's you as a ken doll, the miggy doll!" you exclaimed cheerfully, smiling widely as he looked at the doll and back at you. "and for the record, yes, i love him more than i love you." you said as you kissed the 'miggy doll', and he grumbled a little at the sight.

"i'm cancelling the tickets-" he was going to say, until you took his hand and gave him you 'can't-say-no-to-me' doe eyes. "i was kidding... i love you the most, miggy." you cooed as you kissed his cheek.

he blushed a reddish tinge across his cheeks as he felt over the area where you kissed him, and surprisingly, he cracked a small smile. "i... okay then. maybe the movie won't be so bad." he said as he looked over at you. "i want a doll of you now, though." he joked.

a/n: miggy's a barbie girl in a barbie world so fantastic, it's so plastic (and depressing)

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #the barbie movie #barbie #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv spiderman

253 notes · View notes

gaybananabread · 4 months

Note

Hey! Could I get a ATSV fic, with lee!miguel, and ler!peter b, with a side of cherries? Could I also get a receipt? (/j)

Fruit(s): Cherries

Oooooh these two! Tired “old” men club time! I’m gonna be entirely honest, a pic on Pinterest inspired this entire thing. Got an idea and abselutely ran with it aghshrara… YEAh I’m not running off much sleep but eh. Sorry for any characterization goofs; my brain is fighting existence. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Miguel

Lers: Peter B. Parker, brief Mayday

Summary: Peter brings Mayday to the base for the twenty-millionth time, letting her wander around Miguel’s office. Turns out the beefcake is her favorite thing to climb on. When the young spider girl reminds him of one of Miguel’s quirks, Peter makes sure the grumpy old man has a laugh.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

If there was one thing Peter did that got on Miguel’s nerves, it was when he let his kid wander everywhere like she owned the place. He had already made sure it was fine for him to bring the toddler around, but the solemn man never could’ve predicted just how often that would be. As in, he never saw the middle-aged spider without a baby carrier strapped to his chest.

Besides the obvious safety hazards, it tugged at Miguel’s heart strings to see the little girl running around. She was so happy, so care-free, so full of life… He couldn’t help but reminisce. For anyone who doesn’t know Miguel, let me explain: when he reminisced, he was a grumpy, angsty bastard.

That day was one of many where Peter brought Mayday to the base, the red-headed toddler zipping and twipping around Miguel’s office. The boisterous father greeted Miguel, a wide smile on his face as he showed Miguel many repetitive pictures of the kid that was literally two feet away from him. Still, he managed to bite his tongue, only looking down at the phone with an unamused frown.

“Oh, oh, you’ve gotta see this one; she’s so focused! I knew she’d love those- uh… Miguel, c’mon. You look like I’m holding you at gunpoint to watch paint dry.”

Peter lowered the phone, his hand moving to rest on his hip as he viewed Miguel’s tired face. He just scoffed, giving Peter a look that said “I’m so done with you” to the max. “Peter, the kid is right there. I don’t need the digital scrapbook experience.”

Mayday chose that moment to swing over to the two men, landing on Miguel’s shoulder and swinging her tiny feet. His heart both filled and squeezed at the sweet action.

Rolling his eyes, Peter put his phone completely away. Scrapbook… He’d have to remember that one, even if it was just sarcasm.

“I’m not asking you to jump for joy at every photo. Just crack a smile or two, ya grump!” He tried poking Miguel’s side, only to get his wrist snatched and a deathly glare shot at him. Peter quickly retracted his hand, holding both up in surrender. Mayday giggled at the silly exchange, her beanie sliding as she wiggled about.

The toddler used her powers to stick to Miguel, crawling across him because she could; toddler logic doesn’t need to make sense. She was just having fun! The tot shivered, the cool air of the office sending goosebumps across her skin. Mayday grabbed onto his side, snuggling into the warm crook of his arm.

Miguel huffed when he felt the small girl on his side, trying not to smile as he grabbed for her. She whined, using her powers to stay stuck on him. Not wanting to hurt Mayday, he sighed and turned back to Peter. He motioned towards his side, a restrained look on his face. “Little help here?”

Peter chuckled, seeing his daughter snuggle up to Miguel. “Nah, you seem all good. She’s just snuggling with you, what’s up?”

He glared at his friend, though there wasn’t much he could say. There was no way he was gonna admit that her small hands were tickling him; Peter would never let him live it down. He scowled, instead choosing the “be an asshole” route. “I don’t want your kid climbing on me. You have a baby carrier for a reason; use it.”

Seriously? Peter rolled his eyes, looking at his daughter. She seemed so peaceful, all cozy against Miguel’s side; he felt bad moving her. Still, he had to respect Miguel’s wishes, even if they were cruel. “Fine, fine! Don’t get your fangs in a twist…”

Walking over to the grumpy spider-man, Peter reached out to grab his daughter. She whined, clinging tighter to Miguel’s side and nuzzling her fuzzy head against his ribs.

A short huff escaped the stoic man, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. He squirmed, finally grabbing onto the small child and trying to tug her off. “Maldita sea- Peter, grab her!”

“Hey, language!” His voice sounded…giddy? What was…oh. Mayday was tickling him. She was grabbing his side and brushing his ribs. “Awwww, Miggy! Is little Mayday-”

“Don’t.” Miguel gave Peter the fiercest glare he could manage, though it was put off by the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no way in hell Peter was gonna back off after that.

Shooting forwards, Peter grabbed Miguel’s arrm, shooting a web up and restraining it. The big man would’ve thrashed and reversed their positions, but he didn’t want to risk hurting Mayday; he was pretty much screwed.

Peter wasted no time; if Miguel gained his footing, Peter was so done for. The man grabbed Miguel’s side, spidering his fingers against Miguel’s stomach. The man bit his lip, trying both to keep Mayday secure and hold in his giggles at the same time.

“P-Peter, I swehear- GYAH!” Miguel jolted as he felt a squeeze to his hip, almost dropping his hold on Mayday. Peter smirked, leaning forwards and continuing to mess with Miguel’s hips. “Oh, sorry Miguel. Did that tickle~?”

That little… Peter was so dead when he got out of that. Much to his dismay, he could feel a red hue burning on his cheeks as he laughed. “PEHETER! IHI’M GONNA- MIERDA!” Trying to keep a steady hold on Mauday while having his hips squeezed was a lot harder than he thought it would be…

“Miguel, c’mon. There’s a kid right here, watch your mouth.” Peter was only half-faking his exasperation. True, he was kinda being a jerk, but Mayday didn’t need to learn how to cuss in any more languages.

Mayday giggled, feeling Miguel’s chest shake as he laughed. She was used to her dad being silly, but Miguel? Never, ever had she heard him laugh like that. Wanting to join in on the fun, she copied her dad, squeezing and scribbling on his ribs.

While there was barely any pressure, her tiny hands still tickled. Miguel jerked, losing his grip on the girl in surprise. Mayday wasn’t even phased; she just hung on with her powers, Mayday giggled at his squirming, thoroughly enjoying herself in the silliness.

Peter kept watch of his daughter in the corner of his eye, making sure she wouldn’t fall. Miguel probably wouldn’t kill him. It was all in good fun, and he neecded a laugh anyway. Sure, his revenge would be…interesting, but it was worth it.

“Wow, look how red you are! I thought Miles was resident tomato face, but looks like you’re givin’ him a run for his money~” Peter continued to tease his friend, knowing his comments would get to the man. It was too easy to tease Miguel like this; later was what most people worried about. Peter had no fears, though; Miguel wouldn’t kill him…probably.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” Miguel twisted and tugged at the webs, nearly breaking through them. He could only take so much of the other man’s silliness. “PEHEHETER! GEHET OHOFF MEHEHE!”

While he could tell Miguel was getting sick of him, Peter wasn’t quite ready to stop. The blush on Miguel’s face was quite endearing, only egging the father on. True, he couldn’t control it, but eh. “I think I just got a new favorite color! Miguel’s-blush red~”

The angsty spider growled through his laughter, already plotting his revenge in his head. Mayday laughed, deciding she’d played around enough for one day. The girl climbed off of Miguel, using her small webshooter to sit on a ledge and watch the goofy old men interact.

The moment Mayday was safely off him, Miguel turned the tables. He yanked his wrist free from the webbing, grabbing Peter and pinning him to the wall. It was almost scary how fast that man could recover… Peter went to make a joke, though it died in his throat. “Hey, at least…buy me…ehe. Uh, truce?” He gulped, looking at Miguel’s smirk and determined eyes. Eugh boi… Still blushing, though.

“Es hora de morir, Peter~” Before Peter could protest any further, Miguel dug his claws into the man’s stomach, squeezing and scratching the squishy flesh. Peter shrieked, not at all prepared for his due penance.

Mayday watched as they messed around, giggling and tilting her head. She had grabbed her dad’s discarded robe, snuggling up into it and getting warm. Those two would likely be at it for a while, and she was more than happy to watch the two laugh. Silly boys…

#kasey's fruit shop #atsv tickle #lee!miguel #ler!peter b #ticklish!miguel #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #across the spiderverse tickle #ler!peter #ler!mayday #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv peter b parker #atsv mayday

70 notes · View notes

gh0stsp1d3r · 10 months

Note

Hi there! Can I request a fic of Miguel helping his loving partner, Spider![Reader] [Romantic] [Gender Neutral] get untangled from webbing because they were babysitting Mayday this time and she somehow trapped them in a makeshift prison?

Web Prison

THIS WAS SO CUTE ANON!! It’s short but cute, hope it’s okay!!

You smiled at Mayday who was currently clapping and smiling at the show, you laid back with her and watched her closely.

“Alright. I’m gonna go make dinner, you stay here, okay?” You said, knowing she probably couldn’t understand. She just nodded at you, and went back to watching.

You laughed quietly and went into the kitchen, making dinner as fast as you could.

You looked back, and see her on the couch still.

You went over to her, but you didn’t see the webs in front of her until now.

She had webbed up the entire living room. You furrowed your eyebrows and she quickly shot a bunch at you, laughing and giggling as you fell, and sat up against a wall.

She webbed your ankles, and tied your arms, you tried to break out but it seems that the webs were a lot stronger than normal ones for some reason.

“Damnit peter.” You sighed and watched as she climbed off the couch, and climbed over to you. She climbed on top of you like a mountain, and it felt like ages that you were trapped in a web prison.

Miguel opened the door, a bag in hand, he turned around to close the door and looked around. It took him a second to see you, Mayday sitting on top of you and giggling.

“What the.. how’d this happen?”

You sighed “Don’t ask. Just help me.”

He laughed lowly and pulled mayday off you, he crouched down and pulled off the webs.

He shook his head and laughed again and mayday yawned.

“Looks like you needa take a nap.” You said, smiling at Miguel.

“That goes for all of us.” Miguel said, and helped you stand up again.

Tag list:

- @rayis-psychotic @scaraza @xxqueen-of-horrorxx @1eonk @whosace16 @zebralover @tzuyuzzs @luvsaluv @mxkn @deputy-videogamer

@666kpopfan @lavsluvsu @lampylamperson @notbluees @chaoticevilbakugo @oscar-isaacs-wife

@anonima-2

#atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #gn!reader

178 notes · View notes

skylarmoon71 · 2 months

Text

Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot

From the moment he saw you he could already feel the migraine coming.

"Miguel!! What's up my amigo!"

You were wearing an oversized shirt with a spider insignia over your suit as you held your mask in your hand grinning.

"Like the shirt, I got it from earth 56. They really love Polly over there. She's awesome. I got a large one, so you can borrow it if you want." You slipped it off, tossing it on the chair.

Lyla was smiling as Miguel ignored you, sifting through his files.

"So what mission do you have for me today? Another anomaly adventure? Sign me up!!"

"Right now we're just tracking the activity. This isn't an adventure." He sent you that unimpressed stare in which you returned with a smile.

"Why you always gotta be so brooding all the time, can't you be more like Peter B."

"If you like him so much why don't you just marry him."

It was a grumble, followed by what you could only assume was a curse.

"Oh I would, but last time I checked he's already married. I can't even be jealous about it. Have you seen Mayday? She's adorable!!"

"She is very adorable." Lyla agreed.

Miguel sent the holograph an angry glare. In which she glitched away.

The door behind opened and in walked Peter.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late. Mayday and I were playing this really fun game and I-"

"Not interested." Miguel groused.

"Right, right. I forgot you're the killjoy spider man." You laughed and Peter smiled at you as Mayday jumped into your arms.

Peter and Miguel had gotten into a conversation. With every word they exchanged, you took a calculated step back.

"I hope you're not trying to kidnap Mayday again." You froze.

"I mean, is it kidnapping? It isn't, right Mayday?" She smiled, hugging your neck and that was it.

You took off in a sprint.

"HEY! BRING BACK MY KID!!!"

Mayday was giggling the entire way out as Peter chased after you.

Miguel just rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knows he should be used to it by now, but it was still irritating.

Sometimes he wondered why he even tried.

His eyes shifted towards the door and Lyla popped up next to his shoulder.

"If you were nicer to her maybe she would chase after you instead." She teased.

Sometimes he regretted creating such a perceptive AI.

Miguel was used to it.

Your unnaturally bubbly personality. In a way, he supposed he preferred it. Because unlike a lot of the other arachnid heroes here, your abilities weren't gained through an accidental bite.

You were the product of an experiment by a literal mad scientist. You trusted the wrong people. Which he couldn't truly blame you for. Being an orphan didn't exactly provide a long list of people you could rely on.

He didn't understand why he felt protective.

Every hero under his care had a story. None of them did this job without some kind of trauma. Yet, when he saw you, that's not what he saw.

"Boss man!!"

Miguel grunted as he caught you mid air, swinging to the roof of a building nearby. The second he landed, his glare fixed on you. In which you merely returned with a smile.

"Good catch." You complimented. Miguel rolled his eyes.

He placed you on your feet, turning back to the chaos that was unfolding. Peter and Gwen were struggling to stop the newest anomaly and you had just narrowly avoided an attack said assailant fired. Miguel was losing his patience.

"You're doing that thing with your mask again." You comment.

"Stay here and make a barrier with your webs. We're going to draw him in." You saluted.

"Sir yes sir!!"

Miguel groaned.

He just knew it would be a long day.

If anything, he should expect the antics. When you all returned that day after a long aggravating mission, he stretched his arm, ready to secure the anomaly and write up the report. Everyone else had pretty left to tend to their own matters. Peter was a literal child and Gwen and the others had the luxury of being young and naive. They understood how important these trips were, but there was so much that he couldn't share. If nothing but to keep their sanity.

The door behind him opened, and he looked back.

"Hey."

You were holding a paper bag, and Miguel raised a brow.

"I know you're going to be sitting here all night running up reports, so I figured I'd make sure you had something to eat."

You weren't wearing your spidersuit. Just a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miguel stepped down from the platform, taking the bag you had outstretched.

"It's from that burger place that you like. Sorry I only got three. They were about to close."

When he opened it, the scent of the sandwich actually made his body relax. He hadn't realized that this was his first meal of the day until his stomach grumbled at the smell.

You grin.

"Seems like I was just in time."

He'd never admit, but he appreciated this. Given your job description, he wasn't that shocked at the little gestures. You had a tendency to take care of people.

"Gracias."

He muttered.

You nod.

"No problem. I'm about to head out. I need to check in on some kids."

"Have you found a secured spot for them yet?"

The sad smile rose on your face as you shook your head.

"Not yet. The county doesn't have the budget, or maybe they just don't care. It's worrying. There's been a lot of gang violence in that area. I'm afraid what's going to happen if they don't find a different house."

It's times like this that he's reminded that he's not the only one shouldering the world.

"I went into social work because I wanted to fix everything. It's proving a little harder than I thought."

He could relate.

"The world is a tough place to fix, doesn't mean we should stop trying."

The statement causes your head to raise, and you smile.

"I guess you're right. You know for a stick in the mud you're really wise."

His expression turned blank.

"Goodbye."

You laugh as he turns away with his burgers in hand.

"Goodnight!"

You basically skipped out of the room, and Miguel gripped the bag, looking over his shoulder.

"She definitely has a crush on you, boss. You got a shot."

He really should make some adjustments to this nosy AI.

#humor #miguel ohara #care #feelings #peterparker #gwen #jessica #funny stuff #trust #heroes #miguelxreader #crushes #cute #powers #spiderpeople #arachnid

18 notes · View notes

indigosabyss · 8 months

Text

Canon Event Maintenance: A Gwenpool in BTSV fic

Gwen Stacy stared at the small group they had managed to amass. Compared to the hundreds of Spider-People Miguel had on his side, they weren't much, but they had potential.

"Okay, first thing we need is resources and allies." She announced, "We don't want to bring in anyone who doesn't know about the multiverse, or get them involved if you don't think they should, but if there's anyone you know who might lend us a hand, please get us in contact with them."

There was silence as all the Spiders thought this over. Because of course none of them had a solid support network. They were Spiders. Maybe Miguel was right about all that canon event stuff, even if the murder was unjustified.

It was Peter B who raised his hand, looking incredibly reluctant.

"I think I know a gal." He admitted, face twisted into a grimace, "And she would be really eager to join in on this."

"...Okay, so why's your face doing that thing?" Pavitr asked.

"Yeah! What's the catch, buster?" Spider-Ham cocked his head.

"There's nothing wrong with her! She's a wonderful kid. Just... well, you'll understand when you meet her."

In dimension 616-B, the Spider-Band stood at the top of a skyscraper, looking at the cars milling down below. Not a single building was close enough to parkour jump from, so how this mystery person was supposed to get there... Peni didn't know.

And another thing. Peter was being very evasive about the details. They didn't even know her name! But he promised that she was trustworthy, and the entire band had to take him at his word.

"Where even is she, mate?" Hobie asked, looking around impatiently, "We're nearing the agreed time, and there's no sign of her."

"Give it a sec." Peter shook his head, rocking Mayday a little in her sleep. Then, he took a slow, deliberate step to the right, just as a white hole ripped into the air above him and a figure dropped down. She was a white girl, wearing a pink civilian hoodie with a baseball hat under the hood. Her eyes were obscured by purple sunglasses that didn't seem to match her style, and had one hand shoved into the pocket of her shorts. The other one was lazily holding a unsheathed katana, with a pink handle.

Before anyone could comment, she was already talking, "Hey, Peter, what's the sitch that got you to finally call me up for a teamup? I---" She froze, finally noticing the other extradimensional spider-people all standing there. Peni had the dreadful realization that Peter had not told her anything about the spider-verse when calling her.

And then an excited grin stretched over her face.

"Oh. My. Marvel. Gods." She pulled off the sunglasses to reveal blue eyes, throwing them to the side, where they got swallowed up by another white rip in reality as if it was a normal occurrence, "This is a Spider-Verse event."

What? How'd she known that? Everyone exchanged discomfited glances, except Peter, who nodded gratefully, "Oh, good, so you're already filled in and everything. I was hoping you would be."

"Uh? Duh." The strange girl rolled her eyes, hopping excitedly in place, "Wow. Wow. I'm important enough to be in a Spider-Verse event. Except... damn, this is just a fic, so does it really count?"

Pavitr was making chopping motions, trying to get them to quit the meeting. Peni had similar doubts. Who was this girl? And how much could she really help?

"I'm getting ahead of myself!" She laughed, "Let's start from the beginning. One last time." Another giggle as she took a quick step back and... vanished? For barely a millisecond, and it was only SP//DR's keen sight which told her that, because then she was back, dressed in a pink and white battle-grade leotard, with leather pouches and guns strapped all over her. There was a mask, but it was clutched in her hand, allowing them to see shoulder-length blond hair tipped with pink that, combined with her skin tone and blue eyes and overall color pallette made her look a lot like... Gwen.

Everyone's eyes drifted to the woman in question, and Peni knew they were all thinking the same thing. Peter's contact took a sweeping bow, "Hello, then! My name's Gwen Poole! I can manipulate reality as well as the Scarlet Witch can!"

Huh. Well, okay then.

----

Author's Notes:

Might do a part two if you guys enjoy. Seen a lot of people thinking about a Gwenpool in the Spider-Verse movies cameo, but not enough fics to solve that problem. By which I mean any. I haven't seen any fics. Pls tag me if theres a tumblr fic like this. Characterization is a little off bc Gwen P. is too excited to think straight. Her media awareness and the mechanics of it will be built up further, but lets just say she knows she's in a fic, but not in which fandom its for, so reacting to it like a comic teamup.

Also. Those were indeed Kate's sunglasses she was wearing.

#gwen poole #gwenpool #fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse

28 notes · View notes

lil-tokyo-42 · 10 months

Text

Assassin of jazz Spike spiegel x Y/N

why am i writing and posting at 1 in the morning? Bc i cant sleep! yayyy anyways- WARNING: Cursing ig th

-"Hi Laura, it's been a long time hasn't it? She was so happy to see you even though you guys have been together in the dojo for YEARS. "OMG DELTA HIII!!" She jumps to bear hug you. Even though she looks weak she is strong! "Whoa! Don't fucking hit me with your damn sword! Jeez..." She let go then took a long look at your color that the dojo master gave you. You had green for your color because you look like you could kill but can be kind and generous. Wouldn't be afraid to commit as many murders as you desired. Laura is yellow as for her being an energetic, lovely person. She still wouldn't be afraid to do her job though. "Wait why did i feel something on your back? Like, something long?"

-"Because I have swords." You said pressing a button on your back revealing the invisible swords that were behind your back the entire time. "Wow! Who gave you those? I kinda want some shit like that.." You giggled a little "Friend of sensei, she does this kind of tech." Vividly remembering the 'gift' received for your birthday, She had meant for it to be sent before it so you could test it on your birthday. "Oooo I just might need her number! I couldn't even see a speck of the sheath!" (it's the cover for a sword) "Yeah, it makes it really easy to stab someone in an alleyway without them getting suspicions!" You agreed. You suddenly went stiff, so did Laura. Starting to pull your weapons out, the person behind you starts to speak.

-"Whoa now! I know i said i wasn't coming, but I considered it!" Vicky came from the alleyway on the other side of the street. "Vicky!!" Laura said putting her sword back and running to her sneaky friend. "Hey Sunny but seriously you look like the sun gave you a makeover." She said bluntly "Oh yeah?! Well you look like a fruit roll up thrown up on you!" She spat. "YOU FUCKING BI-" Before she could finish her vulgar sentence, another voice came from the diner door. "VICTORIA MAYDAY" Vicky heard her full name by Lou.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR CALLING MAYDAY!?" "AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOUR TALKING TO WITH THAT MOUTH" The vulgar conversation went on until you had to break it up while Laura, not doing anything about it standing there with the 'Oh no she did NOT' face. "STOP BOTH OF YOU OR IM SLICING YOUR HEADS OFF"

-Both of the women look at you. Vicky knew you were the stronger one so she gave up while Lou just went back to the diner with Laura following her for the pancakes. "Ya'll still got beef Vic?" you asking with laughter soon following. "Shut up...It's her fault I almost got my arm cut off by sensei." She said, remembering the time. "Yeah well Lou is the reason your a assassin" Saying while going into the diner with the other two."Yeah yeah..." Walking in with you.

I AM TIRED BRO I FELL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT AND NOW I HAVE TO WRITE AGAIN FOR LOKI UGHHHH.

anyways byeeee!

#spike spiegel x reader #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x you #im tired

8 notes · View notes

crisispider · 8 months

Note

Miguel holding, Mayday for the first time and actually looking at her for once? to some extent. It's a learning process, he still hesitates on interacting with the baby fully because she's a core reminder of a personal issue he struggles with. "Careful, kid.. I don't want you hurting yourself playing with my fangs." He mumbled, with the infant's tiny fingers in his mouth. Hopefully, Peter B. isn't around to capture this wholesome moment. / thought of something cute to throw at you!

Peter Benjamin Parker was the QUIETEST he has EVER been in this very moment. He wasn't entirely sure how he had gotten down right LUCKY to have wandered in on what was arguably the CUTEST thing he has ever laid eyes on, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Instead he stayed put in his spot off to the side, just watching the two interact. Peter wasn't a complete idiot, he knew being around Mayday was difficult for Miguel, (Sure he might not know or understand all of the details, but he doesn't need to.) so catching such a SOFT moment? He knew it was something to cherish.

He did however pull out his phone to take one... or maybe a dozen pictures. (Don't worry!! His FLASH & SHUTTER SOUND is off !!!) He wanted to keep this little moment forever.. he couldn't QUITE put his finger on the WHY, but.. something about this? The three of them?

Felt right.

But Peter Parker never dug into his feelings, so he didn't think about it and instead accepted it for what it was. With a deep breath the thought was all feeling as all but pushed aside as he decided to come to Miguel's rescue. Tucking the phone away, he RESTED his arm on Miguel's shoulder.

"Maaaaydayyy, we talked about this right?" Peter gave his daughter a KNOWING look as if the baby could somehow fully understand the complex conversations that Peter would often BABBLE away at her at any given time. He poked Mayday's nose with one of his fingers earning a GIGGLE from the little baby in Miguel's arms.

Peter made no move to take her though, instead deciding to let Miguel keep her until he was ready to let her go. He wanted to ENCOURAGE the two getting along after all.

"You tell Miggy what you've been learning May?" he asked his voice barely above a whisper (As if Miguel somehow couldn't hear him.) "Remember?" Giving the toddler one last look before CHEATING just a little by signing. 'uncle'

Recognition shined in the bouncing toddler's eyes, the GIGGLING almost never stopping as she turned her attention back to Miguel, reaching up she took both of her little hands and placed them on either side of Miguel's CHEEKS, patting them a bit as she did.

"¡tío! ¡tío!"

"¡Bien Hecho!" Peter couldn't help but cheer! They both had been practicing. VERY HARD, and besides Peter had read somewhere that it was best to teach kids to be bilingual from a young age.

#vxrseleader #I gotta make you a special tag!#BUT HAVE THIS!#also please let me know if any of the spanish is wrong #google only gets me so far sometimes. >.>#[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → VERSE: TBA

3 notes · View notes

youwannaplaygames · 2 years

Note

[parksbornson return to their apartment] // MARY JANE: We’re back! Thanks for watching Mayday while we were…did you guys fold our laundry? // NORMAN: Of course not! That would be an invasion of privacy. // OTTO: Just the towels and baby clothes. // PETER: Thank you…? But why? // OTTO: Norman’s a neat-freak. // NORMAN: And Otto just likes folding baby clothes. He was giggling the entire time. // OTTO: I was not! // PETER: Aww, don’t be embarrassed, Doc! Harry does the same thing. // HUMAN HARRY: Oh, come on, Pete! Leave me with some dignity!

Norman: Dignity? In this family? It’s less likely than you think.

#osborn-octavius family #ask box

6 notes · View notes

spinxeret · 5 months

Note

It's that time of year, M.J.! The Christmas season. Now, this wouldn't be so bad apart from the normal holiday stressors, but December is when the Album makes a reappearance. You know the one. The Christmas Album.

Listen! Blaring from the speakers inside the generic department store is Track 3 of A Very Spidey Christmas!

~'Alright guys, let's just do this nice I'm really hungry for lunch And I smelled baked cheese Oh, we're recording'--~

(Yes, that is a frazzled woman grinding her teeth at the sound of Peter's voice blaring from the department store speakers. And yes, that is a crying baby over there. Did those kids over there just burst into song--? Also yes, but it's more that piercing scream-singing young children do, the kind that cuts through you like a bitter wind.)

~'Well, hello, friends I hope you're havin' a great holiday season, I know I am You know, this song is very dear to my heart I'm sure you'll recognize it, but the lyrics are not very good And so, we fixed that--'~

("It's not even December," someone snarls.)

~'Deck the hall with bound up villains Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la!'~

Haunting. A song for the ages.

+ OH GOD .

You know, there were MANY things that Mary Jane had kept through the DIVORCE . Little trinkets that had been both a COMFORT and a cause for SADDNESS at times . The Christmas album had always been a CD she'd kept in the STEREO system's CD changer ( God, she was getting OLD ) , and even then, it always somehow managed to SUPRISE her when it came on, filling the ROOM with the sound of Peter's voice . She hadn't worked herself up to the point of telling PETER that she'd kept it on sometimes just to be able to hear his VOICE .

A reminder of HAPPIER TIMES .

Happier ones were here NOW . Pushing the SHOPPING CART through the aisle, Mayday contently seated inside it and entirely ABSORBED by the small toy she'd picked out herself, Mary Jane stopped as she heard those familiar BARS and lines come over the speakers overhead . Even as much as she was ENAMORED with the bright red ball ( of course decorated with SPIDER-WEBS . ) , Mayday too looked up, bright eyes recognizing her daddy immediately .

" Da-Da ? " She asked up at her mother . Looking down at that head of messy red hair, Mary Jane smiled .

" Yes, that's Da-Da. But I don't think he wanted you to find out about THIS until you were older. " Or ever, considering the album seemed to be lumped into the same category as TGI SPIDEYS . Leaning in, she playfully cooed at her daughter. " We'll just keep this one our little SECRET, ok, munchkin ? "

The stream of giggles she heard from Mayday made her smile even bigger. Even as she heard a few people GROANING in the next aisle over at the song's continued airplay .

#anonymous #( i want you to know this has made me smile every time I've looked at it )

0 notes

wxth-great-pcwer · 6 months

Text

@spinxeret followed!

-----

"Heeeey."

Peter let out a brief laugh which quickly died down when he took a moment to assess just in how much trouble his antics may have left him. He'd been left in charge of precious little Mayday Parker and she'd been wailing for a good bit at first. Upset and inconsolable. At least until he suited up and took her along on his journey above the streets.

She seemed to have enjoyed it, squealing and giggling the entire time until she'd worn herself out. He had been climbing through the window when he realized that Mary Jane had returned home much sooner than expected.

"Listen.... I promise I didn't get into any fights while I was out. Mayday was safe the entire time." He patted the small child's head, hoping the gleeful babbling of such an innocent little beam of sunshine would help his case. When all he got in return was the baby's snoring, he sighed.

"...... Or are you not mad at all?" If she says she's just disappointed that'll make me feel worse!

#spinxeret #V: to be tagged #((listen The idea of him taking his daughter out for a swing around the city to quiet her down was too wholesome))#((If you need me to change anything let me know))

0 notes

honestlywrites · 11 months

Note

same anon here again 🙊 LMAOOO DW the puto idea is still always smthn i will eat up every time LOL

and RAAAH the mayday idea is so cute 😭 omg imagine reader babysitting for peter and they kinda just let mayday swing around everywhere (causing mischief giggles) and lyla snitches to miguel (like hey lmao theyre tearing up the lobby) AND MIGUEL IS JUST STANDING THERE LIKE WTF ….

calls them both in and a silly little argument happens AHAHA perhaps mayday is just in the bg swinging everywhere the entire time and miguel has to monitor her while arguing.. after all that peter enters the room to pick mayday up and just slowly walks out with her after seeing the tension like… uhmmm i’ll give you two some privacy…… mayb… they confess after giggles

BUT AAA YES miguel miguel miguel brainrot…..

i love you anon you’re feeding me i’m fed—you’re inspiring me i’m INSPIRED,,, maybe this week i’ll cook a little something up we’ll see heheheheh

that little baby’s got me i absolutely adore mayday—and i was watching a tiktok abt angry tagalog phrases hm hm hm we’ll see (i can work with those bc i’ve heard them from my parents 😭)

also anon you’re slaying like you’re my first “interactive” anon i love you

#honestly replies

0 notes

blessedboo · 4 years

Text

Need [Pipe Down #2] | Oscar Diaz.

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: You were supposed to get out of your post-breakup blues, but a certain someone clouded your mind all day. You decided to do something about it.

Requested: Yes (Thank you, my loves!)

Warnings: Cursing. Angst to fluff - fluff to smut (18+ Content) and then some more fluff.

Word Count: 4.6K

A/N: The reactions to Pipe Down were incredible. Y’all are so supportive, and fucking hilarious as well. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologize if it’s not that great; feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this sequel, it’s dedicated to all of you. Love ya!

You and Izzy were walking arm in arm back to her car, chatting, laughing. Times like these made you feel grateful to have her in your life, someone you could always count on to be there for you and lift your spirits. Honestly, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself without your homegirl.

The laughter died down as you both sighed and continued walking in comfortable silence. You felt her eyes on you as she turned her head to face yours. She waited a few seconds before saying something, almost as if she was trying to read your thoughts.

“Alright, love. Be real with me now, are you sure you’re okay?”

You turned to face her and gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course, why?”

“You just seemed a little off back there. You’re usually downing mimosas with me by the minute, but instead you were staring off into space.” She paused for a second after saying that, abruptly stopping both of you in your tracks.

Her eyes widened as she side-eyed you, “Shiiit, you aren’t pregnant, are you?”

Your jaw dropped for a moment, shortly turning into a laugh as your head tipped back, shocked by her assumption.

“Girl, no. I do not have a baby in me. And if I did, trust me, you’d be the first one to know.”

“Well, my bad then,” she giggled.

After eventually getting in the car, Izzy thought it’d be nice to put the roof down, convertible style. Today’s light breeze and warm sun did you favors as your skin glowed and your hair flowed. You raised your arm up in the air, the brisk wind gently dancing around it as you jammed out to Brent Faiyaz, H.E.R and other R&B favorites.

You and Izzy sang simultaneously, screeching at the top of your lungs when it came to those high notes. It didn’t matter if it was good, it was a vibe.

Soon enough, the car began to approach your neighborhood. Izzy turned to you, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Wellll, where am I dropping you off to?”

”Where else? Home, babes,” you let out a small laugh and nudged her elbow for asking you that question.

“Mm, I know. But which one? Yours or your baby daddy’s?” She bit her lip and winked at you. “If you get what I mean ...”

Izzy knowingly wiggled her brows up and down, tongue in cheek. Your brows furrowed slightly as you shook your head at her, unsure of what she was implying.

It took you a good three seconds but Izzy knew you got the message when your eyes widened, rolling to the back of your head. She cheekily snickered at you as you did.

You gave her an unamused look and pinched the bridge of your nose, realizing she was referring to Oscar. And not just ‘Oscar,’ she referred to him as your “baby daddy”. Oh please, as if you’d ever let his fine ass him knock you up.

Would I?

You knew she was only teasing, but what she said started getting to you. It made you overthink and you didn’t like it.

“You know damn well he is not my baby daddy, nor will he ever be. We’re over, Iz - we have been for two weeks, you know that.”

She kissed her teeth and raised an eyebrow at you, dismissing your comment, or what she knew as your lies. She always saw right through you, you couldn’t fake anything with her even if you tried.

“Bitch,” she retorted with an annoyed inflection in her tone, “you can’t fool me. I put two and two together when I saw how you acted at brunch. No wonder, Spooky got you all in your feelings, and I’m sure it has something to do with whatever happened between you two this morning.”

“I-“

You were immediately cut off by her. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t done scolding you.

“You’re lucky I saved your ass from saying something stupid.”

You had a mini-flashback to the moment you and Oscar shared right before she picked you up. You remembered how vulnerable you got in his arms, ready to spill all the pain you’d been feeling. You didn’t notice you started to slouch, or the frown that appeared on your face just then. But Izzy did.

She looked away to gather her thoughts before turning back to you, lips pulled to one side as she gave you an empathetic look. She grabbed your hand and clasped her fingers over it to comfort you.

“You miss him, huh?”

You couldn’t lie to her or yourself anymore. You sighed, “I’m angry at him. I’m upset with him—“

“But ...” Izzy added.

“—But I do miss him.” You groaned as you tipped your head back into the seat. You really missed him, and that longing feeling to be close to Oscar again was eating you up inside.

Longing for him to eat me up instead.

“Told ya,” Izzy smirked triumphantly, you scowled back at her in return.

“Not now, dumb ass.”

She chuckled before continuing the drive to your block.

—

“Alright, we’re here.”

The rest of the drive was silent, so deep in your daydream that you completely shut yourself off from your surroundings.

You looked at the house she parked at, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Iz, you’re a good couple of houses away from mine. We aren’t even on the right side of the street, this is Osca-“

You blinked once.

Twice.

Thrice.

“Izzy.”

She was looking down to avoid eye contact, but still smiling ever so mischievously.

“Okay, don’t be mad, but—“

“IZ-“

“—BUT! I really think you should talk to him. You clearly aren’t over him, he probably isn’t over you. Both of you should stop being so stubborn, keep pride out of this, and have yourselves some bomb ass makeup sex.”

You whipped your head towards her, eyes bulging at the last remark.

“What? No sex? That’s cool too, that’s cool too. Maybe that’s just me then.”

You tried your best to stay annoyed at her, but you couldn’t help it. Your lips pulled into a smile as you admired your best friend. You let out a small chuckle before undoing your seat belt.

“I hate you.”

She grinned, “I know, I love you too.”

Izzy pulled you into a hug before you opened the car door and got out. You walked around, but she called out from behind as soon as you approached the lawn.

“Hey, wait!”

You spun your head around to look at her, forehead wrinkled as a questioning gesture.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” She exclaimed as she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, closed her fists, and did a back-and-forth pumping gesture with both arms at her sides to signal fucking.

Cheeks turning red, you palmed your face embarrassedly, “Oh God, please stop.”

Man, you really loved her.

You waved her off as she laughed, hurriedly making your way to Oscar’s front door before anyone saw that atrocity.

Here you were again for the second time today. Damn, he got you fucked up.

All that readiness you had a minute ago washed away, now being encompassed by anxiousness and self-doubt. Great, your favorite duo of terror.

Am I being too desperate?

This is a bad idea.

No, I love him. Just do it, coward.

At last, you raised your hand to the dreaded large plank of wood you stood in front of. “It’s now or never.”

One knock. Two knocks. And a third.

He’s fucking that blonde chick.

Abort mission.

Mayday! Mayda-

“Y/N ... Back so soon?” A shirtless Oscar leaned up against the doorframe, bright-eyed and flashing that sexy smirk.

In any other instance, you’d retort with a witty remark, fire back with some sass.

But this wasn’t any other instance.

You were hurting, and you were tired. You were tired of the lonely nights, tired of these mind games, tired of bottling it all up. Oscar took notice of your silence and the blank, but sad, expression on your face. He sensed something was wrong. He knew because he felt that way too. Regretting what he said, his features softened. His eyes drooped whilst muscles relaxed as he reached his arms out to you.

There were a million reasons to turn back around and run for the hills. Could you trust him not to break your heart again? Could you guarantee that everything will work out from that point on?

The truth is, you didn’t know.

But if there was anything you did know, it’s that if you ran now, you may never get this chance again.

You were hesitant, but you stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his upper arm; a silent invite for him to embrace you. The corner of his lips curved into a small, sad smile. Neither of you had to speak to be able to empathize with each other. You felt each other’s everything.

Pain. Frustration. Happiness. And everything in between.

That was the beauty of your relationship.

He lead you inside before wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into a tight, but tender, hug. The warmth of his bare body engulfed your entire being. Your hands followed suit as you moved them under his arms and clasped them onto each shoulder, your face tilted to fit like a puzzle piece in the crook of his tattooed neck.

You basked in each other’s silence as the comfort washed over you. It was dead-quiet in the house, and all you could hear were Oscar’s gentle breaths as he inhaled and exhaled on the tops of your cheeks. Along with the soft thumping of his heartbeat as he relaxed into you more and more as the moment went by.

As much as you appreciated the embrace, there were still probing thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind. You had questions and you needed answers.

“Oscar?”

“Hm?”

“Couch.”

“Okay.”

Removing yourselves from each other, you made your way into his living room. You sat side-by-side, not as close as a few seconds ago, but close enough to reach out for him just in case you needed to beat his ass.

You took a deep breath in before letting out a sigh that sounded like it was hidden in the depths of your body.

“You told me you were too busy to be with me. That you needed space. That it wasn’t the best time to be in a relationship, and that we weren’t right for each other anyway. Too different.”

“I know, I-“

“But earlier you tell me you miss me. A lot, might I add. How do you think that makes me feel? That’s frustrating and confusing as fuck, Oscar!”

“Y/N, I know. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. I knew I fucked up on that first night I spent without you. I was wrong, so goddamn wrong, and I hated myself for it.”

“So then why say it? Why, Oscar? We were doing so well, and then you drop the breakup bomb out of nowhere. And if you regretted it so much, why not talk to me the day after instead of ignoring me?”

“Because—“ He paused as he looked away. His open, expressive hands closing into a fist as he rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger. This was a habit of his whenever he was anxious, annoyed, or anything of the sort. His nostrils flared as his eyebrows knitted together, lips curving downwards into a frown. You watched his actions intently, the battle he had with himself, his internal conflict, playing out in front of your eyes.

He sighed, “because I knew you’d be better off without me - in more ways than one. I’m a liability, nena. I bring more harm than good, to you and to Cesar.”

“—And with all that shit that went down with Cuchillos, I didn’t want you standing in the middle of the crossfire. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you, so I pushed you away. So yes, I did need my space to handle my shit without you, and yes, I was too busy … too busy to give you the attention we both needed. But I never stopped loving you, I just wanted to protect you.”

Oscar’s breathing was heavy as he closed his eyes, lids tucking in tightly after the release of this built-up resentment.

My baby was protecting me, and he was hurting in the process.

Lightning struck you at the center of your heart and made it shatter into a million broken fragments. Or at least that’s what it felt like. You ached for him. You always did knowing the life he was living, but now more than ever. Your eyes welled up with tears, your head dropping down.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t fix what I did, but I pro-“

You cut him off by clasping one hand over his nape, and another on the side of his face as you pulled him into a soft, sweet kiss. You didn’t do it out of pity. You didn’t do it to shut him up. You did it to reassure him, to calm his mind, to ease his blessed heart.

Prior to the two weeks of isolation, you were Oscar’s peace, and he yours. In a time he needed it most, he lost his peace, his only form of solace.

To say you felt bad was an understatement.

Your plump lips danced against his own. It was a tango of love and war. Longing, yet laced in suffering. The kiss was slow and sensual as the two lovers rekindled the flame that never truly died out. Beneath all that tenderness, both of your lips still fought for dominance.

To claim the upper hand, he grabbed onto your waist and propped you onto his lap. With the close proximity of your rhythmically moving bodies, you inhaled deeply as the aroma of beer, cologne and cigarettes tickled your nose. The smell was intoxicating, pure bliss, and only he could pull it off.

There were other things only he could pull off, like my clothes perhaps.

You could sense Oscar’s patience quickly dissipating with each taste of your soft, moist kisses. He couldn’t get enough of them, and two weeks away from them were two weeks too long. He lolled helplessly with his eyes clenched shut, in a trance of tongue.

As the kiss got more heated, a sweet moan erupted from your throat. You were soaking up every ounce of loving he was giving you, hypnotized by the way he held you, felt you, caressed you. Oscar smiled against your lips as a result, bringing his hand up to the back of your head as his fingers tangled and intertwined with your locks to deepen his motions.

You started to feel overwhelmed—in the best way possible—but he was, quite literally, taking your breath away. You unlatched your lips from his, both of you gasping for air simultaneously. You stared into each other’s eyes that glistened with lust and adoration. From the way you two were moving, you would’ve thought you had been away from each other for months. But that only seemed to prove the immense need and want for one another.

You stared at his now swollen, red, wet lips and giggled. He joined, chuckling as he saw your own, clearly enthusiastic at what he’d done to you. As he did, he brought a thumb up to wipe over your tear-stained cheeks.

“So ... does that mean I’m forgiven?” He asked sporting a cheeky, lopsided grin.

You licked your lips as you sat up on your knees, his thigh in between your legs whilst towering over him. Mindlessly, he ran his hands up your waist and down your hips, groping your thighs here and there ever so slightly.

“Hm,” you bit your fingernail pensively. Your eyes darkened with mischief as you thought of other ways he’d be able to make it up to you. You glared at him, biting your lip, “how badly do you miss me, baby?”

He smirked at your sudden burst of sexual prowess. “Badly, mamí.”

“Mm, what are you willing to do?”

“Anything.”

“Prove it. Prove that you missed me.” You coaxed, lust and desire laced your soft spoken voice.

And that was all he needed for him to unzip your shorts at a tantalizing pace, never breaking eye contact with you as he did. Maybe you deserved a little bit of teasing for the petty ‘mission’ you pulled earlier. You shimmied out of them impatiently, and he laughed at your attempt to hurry.

“What are you in a rush for, mamas? I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you,” he reassured you as he cupped your face before placing a small, chaste kiss on your lips.

You sighed, nodding your head. Your body relaxed as you lowered yourself onto his lap again.

“You’re right. Do your thing, my love.”

He pecked your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth and peppered light kisses along your jawline. You loved how romantic he was before devouring you or fucking you senseless - such a deliciously dynamic man.

He lifted your chin up to tilt your head back, giving him more access to the soft skin of your neck. Needless to say, you weren’t expecting his lips to brush up against the sensitive area below your ear as he licked you with a long, single swipe of his tongue.

Goodbye, Mr. Romantic and hello, Daddy.

He nipped and sucked, and nipped and sucked. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing all around your neck and down to your collarbone as one hand was wrapped gently, yet firmly, around your throat, right under your chin to hold it up. Your breaths were shaky, light moans rolled off your lips naturally, and a very apparent pool formed in your black lace panties.

Oscar unwrapped the knot of your top, letting the sleeves fall down your arms. His fingers slid on your smooth skin as he took it off completely.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered as he wishfully gazed at your breasts, passion shadowing over him. You placed your hands on his chest, nails lightly scratching the bare skin as you dragged them down. His lips parted in response, his excited heartbeats could be felt under your fingertips. From the heavy breathing to the glossy beads of sweat that glistened on his tanned skin, the atmosphere of the room got dense - air heavy, sexual tension thick.

With an expert flick of his fingers, your bra was on the floor in a matter of seconds. Oscar’s big hands were on your waist and back, ensuring there was no way to escape. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else anyway.

He wasted no time latching onto your right nipple, cupping your plump assets as he groped and squeezed teasingly. His tongue danced fluently over the swell of your breast, evoking a porn-worthy moan that reverberated against the four walls of the small room. The wet sensation combined with the tantalizingly sensual circular motions were heavenly.

“Oh God,” you whimpered breathlessly. Though, it would be best if you kept God out of your sexual endeavours.

Oscar didn’t forget about your left nipple as he alternated between pinching, tugging and rolling it in between his index and thumb. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking his two digits and then continuing his actions.

How considerate of him, you thought. He wanted to give both of your eager breasts the same type of attention, cute.

As you ground your hips against his thigh, subtly getting off from the pressure hitting your core, he felt the moistness that started to coat the thin fabric and your inner thighs. Your nipple left the warmth of his mouth and was now encompassed by the cool air. You shivered at the new sensation, instantly missing the feel of his lips as you pouted.

Smirking, he looked down, catching you in the act of your mini joyride.

“Naughty.”

You giggled, “Maybe a little.”

He hummed amusingly before gently pushing your chest backwards so that you could lay down flat on the couch. He crawled to hover over you, letting out a groan as he bit his lip and took in your current state. The woman he cherished was sprawled half-naked on the couch, swollen breasts rising up and down, looking up at him with big love-hazed eyes and plump pouty lips as you waited for him to please you.

In his eyes, it was the most angelic sight. You loved the way he looked at you as if you were the center of his universe. You smiled at him, following with a wink.

His face inched closer to yours as he gave you a sweet kiss before planting many of them on a trail from your neck, to the valley in between your breasts, and finally to the awaited destination.

He looked up at you through his gorgeous, long lashes. He kept that hungry glare pointed on you as he hooked his fingers into your waistband, dragging them down swiftly. Your stomach fluttered in anticipation. If it was even possible, your arousal got more wet at the thought of his mouth on your pussy. You wanted him so bad, it was painful.

“Please,” you pleaded. “I need you.”

That breathy whimper set him off. He didn't bother teasing the surrounding area as usual. He was starving, and he was gon’ feast like his life depended on it.

As he lowered himself, the cold metal of his cross grazed your lips. You jumped at the stinging chill, a sensation that amplified tenfold due to the already aching area.

He ran two fingers up and down your soaking slit, spreading the two lips, then rubbing them closer together, and repeating. As his fingers occasionally brushed along your swollen clit, your thighs would involuntarily clench at the sensitivity. He followed your body’s requests by rubbing the bud in gentle circles, applying just enough pressure to stimulate you. He would press down on it every now and then, which would really get you going.

At this point, you were already a whimpering mess for him and he loved it.

“You want more, nena?”

Unable to comprehend any words, you simply nodded. Now tugging and rolling at your throbbing bundle of nerves, “No no, I want you to tell me. Let me hear that voice.”

“Yes,” you whispered, “… M-more,” was all you managed to get out in a broken moan.

Oscar gripped your thighs as he dropped his head down to your core. You were immediately met with a long lick that flattened against your entrance, from bottom to top. You gasped at the moist feeling of his velvet tongue combined with the warm breaths that lingered on your skin.

He spread your legs wider and pushed your thighs back, allowing more access for him to hit all the right spots. His lips smothered your pussy with sloppy, deep kisses.

He was french-kissing the fuck out of your core, and your endless cries only encouraged him to keep going.

His tongue curled up to flick your clit rapidly before easing your pleasure with soft circular motions. Not wanting to lose his rhythm, he closed in on your pearl, sucking on it tenderly as his fingers wandered in between your folds.

“Oh Daddy… Fuck yeah,” you hissed.

“Mm, you like that?” He groaned.

“Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” were only some of the obscenities that rolled off your tongue.

Well, his tongue was doing most of the rolling.

Your pussy was throbbing, aching for release. Breathless, you propped yourself up on one arm to get a glimpse of the action. Your fluids flowed out of you - it was ‘The Y/N River’ down there. They coated your walls, Oscar’s beard and definitely drenched the couch material under you.

But he didn’t mind one bit. In fact, it drove him wild. He lapped up your juices in quick, yet deliberate, movements of his tongue.

Feeling him do it was pleasurable enough, but watching his determination play out on your sex was a whole new level of sexy, and eventually brought you closer to release. Your back arched, your hips bucked and you were a moaning disaster.

“Fuck! Fuuuck! Baby … I- … Ah, shit! … I’m g-gonna come. Just like that, yes. Yes!”

Your orgasm was bubbling at the pit of your stomach. You were so close.

“Fuck. Come. Come for me, mamí.”

His mouth attacked your pussy greedily, fingers doing quick work of rubbing your folds in ‘figure eights’. He used two of his digits to spread your folds as he tongue-fucked you. One of your hands held onto the back of his scalp, while the nails of the other dug into his broad shoulder so deeply you were scared to puncture skin.

Him egging you on and praising you nonstop was the last straw. He grumbled against your soaked core as your thighs clenched together. His name left your lips in a cry, over and over.

Like a chant, or more so a prayer.

You shook and shuddered uncontrollably during your throes of passion, your back landing onto the couch from the euphoric exhaustion. Your head tipped back in ecstasy as he cupped your core gently, hushing you into a state of ease.

Your breaths became less heavy as seconds passed by. You sighed before slightly turning your head upwards, only to catch your man staring at you intently. A big ol’ cheesy grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Beautiful,” he hummed.

You shook your head, laughing at his cuteness.

When your legs somewhat regained their strength, you sat up and clung onto his torso. The both of you laid back upright on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder to bring you closer. Placing a hand on his chest, the beats of his heart drummed for you.

You smiled, and as if you communicated telepathically, you both looked at each other like lovestruck puppies.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Oscar.”

“Pase lo que pase?”

“Pase lo que pase.”

You cupped his cheek as your two lips connected. A sweet kiss to seal the deal.

“So what are we going to do about this?” He asked, gesturing towards the obvious tent in his pants. You rolled your eyes, not being able to resist a small laugh. “You always have to ruin the mood, hm?”

“What? I’ve got needs too, Y/N.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not letting you get off that easy. You’ve gotta work for it.” If looks could kill; he death-stared you down as his brows knitted together. “Eating you out ain’t enough?”

“Oh baby, no. That makes up for at least a week's worth. Cook me breakfast tomorrow, and you’ll be on the right path.”

He squinted at you unamusedly, along with slightly flared nostrils and lips pulled a straight line. “Seriously?”

“Very serious,” you raised your brow at him, sporting a cheeky smirk.

He groaned while running a palm over his face, an eye roll on display right after. “Fine. So spoilt.”

“Keep that attitude up, boy. I’ll have you sleeping on the couch too.”

He scoffed as his forehead wrinkled in disbelief. He bit down on his bottom lip as he shook his head at you. It wasn’t long before he was towering over you, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you over his shoulder - ass out, facing skyward.

You gasped before squealing as you smacked your hands against his back.

“What are you doing?! Let me down!”

“Nah. I make you come, and all of a sudden you’re bossing me around in my own house,” he retorted while sending a nice slap against your ass. “Must be out yo’ damn mind.”

Your bickering continued all the way into the bedroom. It was an evening of love and laughter, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

____________________________________________

Spanish translations - [Correct me if I’m wrong]

Pase lo que pase - No matter what / Whatever happens

#oscar diaz #spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagine #on my block #omb #omb imagine #omb fanfic #oscar diaz fanfic #julio macias #x reader #x black!reader #x poc!reader #spooky diaz smut #oscar diaz smut

935 notes · View notes

bqstqnbruin · 4 years

Note

#32 from the promp list with Josty please? 💕

32. *handing [person] a baby* Can you please hold this for a second? Thanks.

someone tell me why I cackled because of this omfg but if y’all have baby fever, I’m not sorry

I also don’t know if this needs a warning but this technically takes place in a Church and involves a Christening, so if that isn’t for you, don’t read it, or do it’s up to you

Send me a boy and a prompt from this list (official blurb weekend starts Friday)

Tyson had been wanting to meet your family, but he didn’t think he would be doing it now. Especially not after traveling all day, expecting to go to the hotel, only for you to tell him your parents decided that the hotel was too expensive, insisting that you sleep at home in your childhood bedroom, which included your childhood bed. That meant Tyson would not only not be sleeping next to you because there was no room but would have to sleep on the roll-away mattress that was probably a decade older than you were instead.

“Why didn’t you just tell your parents we were going to stay at the hotel. It’s down the street from your home,” Tyson mumbles, cranking from the plane as you wait by the curb while your parents were running late picking you up.

“Do you want to try to argue with my parents, because I don’t,” you tell him, clearly annoyed by his complaining. You weren’t too thrilled by the sleeping arrangement either, but bringing it up wouldn’t do anything besides make the entire weekend unpleasant.

Your cousin had chosen you as Godmother to her baby boy Owen, insisting that you fly home for his Christening, and insisting that you bring Tyson with you, insisting that you help her in anyway you could because her husband Steve was busy with work. Had it not been for Marianne’s begging and pleading, the two of you would have stayed in Denver for the weekend.

“Oh, no,” you moan, seeing your parent's car pulling up. “Get ready, babe.”

The car come to a screeching halt, your dad throwing open the drivers door without caution to the passing cars, face red and muttering to himself, “Your mother said we should wait to leave so we would miss traffic on 84 and then we hit traffic and it’s my fault.” He gives you a quick hug hello, shaking Tyson’s hand and practically taking it with him as he scooped your bags away from you and throwing them into the trunk.

Tyson turns to you, eyes wide. “It’s going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?” You bite your bottom lip, giving him the side-eye and shaking your head.

------------------

A sleepless night from the uncomfortable beds meant crankiness and exhaustion on your way to the church, not really wanting to be there but going anyway. Tyson pulls up, you impressed that he was able to remember the directions your dad told you since you were no help with remembering where you were headed. Stepping out of the car, smoothing out your dress as Tyson comes running to your side.

“I never told you this morning that you look beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, his suddenly brightened mood giving you a boost of energy as you hook your arm in his to lead you into the church.

“You look pretty great yourself,” you say back, admiring the simple button-down and dress pants he had chosen.

“Oh, perfect!” Marianne comes running at the sight of you, “If we weren’t in a church, I would be murdering Steve right now,” she says of her husband, dragging you away and leaving Tyson to fend for himself.

He picks a pew towards the back, not seeing your parents and unsure if he was allowed to go sit next to you in the front. He sat and watched as you were handed Owen, the biggest smile on your face as he extends his small hand towards your face. He can hear Owen giggle as you kiss him on the cheek. Tyson felt a smile on his face, thinking of what you would look like with a child you had together, the first time he had ever thought that about someone. He lets out a sigh, the smile on his face growing bigger as you point Owen’s attention to Tyson, taking his hand and using it to wave at your boyfriend.

The only thing Tyson can focus on for the rest of the time is his future with you, and he had to admit, he liked it.

As soon as you can, you go back to Tyson, saving him from the corner he had placed himself in as he watched your crazy family. “Sorry,” you say to him, giving him a quick kiss, “I’ve been ignoring you the entire time.”

He sends you a soft smile, shaking his head, “It’s fine. How about I meet some of your family?” he asks, taking your hand in his.

You nod, dragging him into the belly of the beast, towards Marianne and Steve and the rest of your cousins, aunts, and uncles. Marianne hands you Owen immediately, bringing Tyson in for a hug he wasn’t expecting. “It’s so great to finally meet the boy who stole my cousin's heart,” she gushes, you and Tyson both turning red at her words before she bolts off, leaving you with her son.

“I’m sorry,” you say to him again, sitting down with Owen in your lap.

“For what?”

“For having you put up with this. With them. They’re crazy.”

He laughs, letting Owen grab for the pointer finger he was reaching for, the child squealing with joy. “They’re your family. I can’t have you without your family,” he tells you, kissing you on the cheek.

“Y/N, mayday,” Marianne comes running over to you again.

“Can you please hold this for a second?” you say to Tyson, Marianne’s panic transferring to you as you hand him baby Owen, who was already trying to squirm away from you as it was. You get up, dragged by your cousin to the other room.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?” Tyson blurts out, his eyes wide when he realizes he’s holding a small child. “I shouldn’t use words like that in front of you,” he starts babbling in baby talk. “But you don’t know what I’m saying anyway, do you? Do you?”

He keeps this up with Owen, you watching him out of the corner of your eye. You nudge Marianne, her starting to gush once again over Tyson. “Oh, that is precious. Imagine when you have one of your own one day.”

“I actually can,” you say to her, a smile on your face, picturing what it would be like to have Tyson sitting there with your child.

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagines #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines #avalanche #avalanche imagines #avs #avs imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

87 notes · View notes