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[noire-pandora]

(Late) WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I went through a rough patch life and creativity wise and now I’m slowly crawling my way out of the mud and writing more. I’m trying to continue my work on Daughter of Fire and here’s a bit from the next chapter! This might be a bit clunky as I am warming up my writing muscles!

Thank you for the tags @rosella-writes @musetta3 @raflesia65 @anderstrevelyan @fandomn00blr @cleverblackcat @knuttydraws @crackinglamb​ and to everyone that tagged me in the past few months. I appreciate that you still thought of me even if I barely posted any WIPs. I won't tag people this time cuz I’m late but next week I’ll bug you all again. As usually, let me know if you want me to tag you next week.

Elluin sighed and rubbed her forehead, the skin turning as red as the intricate lines of the Vallaslin tattooed there. "Of course it is. Right, we'll figure it out when we get to Haven."

“You agree to bring the children to Heaven?” Solas asked, unable to contain the undertones of his surprise as the fatigue drained away at his patience.

“Yes, Solas,” she frowned at him and wrinkled her nose. “And before you protest, no, I won’t tell the parents to forget about their children. I won’t allow it.”

“And I never suggested that. I am merely surprised you will allow it.”

“We don’t have a choice, do we?"

"We? Did you not say you cannot be a savior?" Cassandra challenged her decision and Solas almost tsked, convinced the Herald and the Seeker would start another endless argument.

"I did." Lavellan shrugged with no signs of anger to stain the rash of freckles covering her cheeks. " And I still think I can't do it. But I have to try. Or else I won't be able to look Hirrum in the eyes on the other side."

“Is that so?” Cassandra insisted, but the Herald turned her back to the Seeker, winning a chuckle from Varric.

Lavellan sighed again, and rolled up her sleeves, even if she harbored a deep disdain for cold pinching at their noses. "Right. Let's get going.” She slapped her palms and spun on her heels. “We have a long day ahead. Cassandra,” she pointed at the Seeker,” can you help the people who don't know how to put the saddle on their horses? I saw a few people looking at the harnesses like they’ve seen nothing more strange than that.” Before Cassandra had the chance to agree or disagree, she pointed at Varric. "Varric, can you help with the carriages? You’re good with people. I’m sure you’d make the wounded laying in them smile and feel better with your clever remarks."

When Lavellan pointed at Solas, memories of times long gone came barging into his mind and shook him to the core. Memories of a man as young and as eager to order his friends around for the sake of the world he had no choice but save.

“And Solas,” she continued. “Can you--,” she stopped, head slightly tilted to the right. The unspoken words parted her lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hmm, like how?"

How did she notice it?

"Like your dog finally obeyed your commands."

"I am not. And you certainly are not an obedient dog."

Now in full force, the headache tested his patience alongside the searching look Lavellan threw at him. Her green gaze had a power he did not notice until then. It reminded him of the teacher he had many, many years ago. A teacher that scanned him from head to toes when he lied about the reason for his tardiness. 

"Yes, you were." Her lips scrunched into a pout, one he would have found amusing, in a calmer situation. "Nevermind."

#wip wednesday #solas #elluin #lavellan #cassandra #varric #daughter of fire herald of spirit #noire writes

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

#writing this my brain was like: what if he actually likes it? #what if he likes people openly criticizing him in ways nobody actually does to Adrien agreste? #because Adrien Agreste is perfect and can do no wrong. maybe he enjoys being insulted or something #and then I remembered chat noirs multiple breakdowns about feeling unworthy and yknow what yeah I don’t think he likes it LOL #do normal people actually fall asleep when they lie down #if you can’t tell I recently decided to make my random ml musings your guys’ business instead of keeping it to myself #hope you enjoy

[fragmentos-literarixs]

Aprendí que el darlo todo no te asegura que seas suficiente para alguien.

— Rose Noire.

#frases #escritos #notas #citas #quotes #acción poética #tristeza #dolor #realidades #desamor #sadness pain #writings #reflexión #spilled ink #fragmentos literarixs #rose noire

[westywallowing]

my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ml ladybug #luka couffaine #westy doodles #comic #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #YEAH SCENE REDRQW #i dunno this is just one of my favorite episodes!! and i love this scene so much #i love how it plays out and i love marinettes expressions #and just wanted to draw it in comic format! #first time drawing luka as well??? howd i do???? #also everybody lets PLEASE collectively ignore my gradeschool handwriting okay #i hate fiddling with text adder so i just write and i kind of hate it but we're dealing with it!! #mlb redraws

[artistmarchalius]

Cockney Rhyming Slang Phrases Part 2

In a previous post I went into Cockney rhyming slang history and gave some tips on how to use it.

This is the second post in a series where I’ll give you some commonly used Cockney rhyming slang phrases, phrases that I find funny, as well as some phrases that I think would be useful for Spider-Verse fic writers specifically. Part 1 of this series can be found here.

So let’s get started on Part 2!

C-D

China Plate - Mate

E.g. “How are you, me old China?” Or “I’m meeting me old China at the pub later.”

Cobblers Awls - Balls

E.g. “Ooh! Got him right in the cobblers!”

It can also be used to mean “Nonsense”. E.g. “What a load of cobblers!” is another way of saying “What a load of nonsense!”

Cream Crackered - Knackered

E.g. “Sorry mate, I’m creamed!” Or “I’m cream crackered!”

Custard and Jelly - Telly (Television)

E.g. “Shh! I’m watching the custard.”

Daisy Roots - Boots

E.g. “Hang on, I need to put my daisies on!”

Dicky Bird - Word

E.g. “Not a dicky bird, mate.”

Another example of where you usually use the whole phrase. Also, “word” can also mean “a brief chat”. E.g. “Can I have a dicky bird?”

Dog and Bone - Phone

E.g. “You know what, give me a call on the old dog and bone and we’ll sort it out then.”

Duck and Dive - Skive

E.g. “Let’s duck!” Or “I gotta duck.”

Skive means to avoid work, usually by leaving early, similar to what Americans might call “playing hooky”.

Dustbin Lid - Kid

E.g. “How’s the dustbin lid?”

As mentioned in Part 1, it’s good to keep in mind that there can be multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases for the same word, as well as multiple Cockney rhyming slang phrases that start with the same word. For more information, see Part 1.

As always, I’m not an expert; a true Cockney would know far more than I do. I just want to share the knowledge that I have. I hope someone will find this helpful, informative, or entertaining at the very least.

I’ve got more Cockney rhyming slang phrases coming, but if there’s any other areas of British slang you’d like me to go into, let me know and I’ll see what I can do!

Happy writing and happy speaking!

My other British slang posts: Cockney Rhyming Slang, Cockney Rhyming Slang Phrases Part 1, British Police Slang, Terms of Endearment, Innit VS In’t - a PSA

#hobie brown #spider punk #atsv #hobie brown fanfiction #writing help #cockney rhyming slang #british slang #fic help #across the spiderverse #hobie brown fanart #writing #writing tips #comic #language #spiderman noir #pavitr prabhakar #peter b parker #mayday parker #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #I’m living up to the And Friends this time

[nervousbelieverstarfish]

AU where Marinette came from China (like in the old movie storyboards) except she doesn't know a word of french, so the principal pairs her with Adrien because he knows Mandarin Chinese

#this is fanfic material #I'd love to read that #but I don't think I'll write it #or should I? #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous #mlb #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug and cat noir #miraculous au

[rodolfoparras]

Detective’s Work

Pairing: Spider Noir x Top Male Reader

Synopsis: in which Noir tries to keep you off the streets and you try to keep him inside the sheets

Content tags: rough blow jobs, exhibition kink, brat! Noir, Hard dom! Reader (kind of), detective! Noir, petty criminal! Reader

A/n: sorry for any mistakes it’s an 11pm Drabble kind of day

As far as anyone knows you and Noir dislike each other. He’s a detective and you’re a criminal. There’s no reason for you two to get along.

But what people don’t know is that every night he shows up to your hotel room, under the excuse that he has to make sure that you’re acting in line but he’s wearing nothing under his trench coat and he's got a pretty plug inside his hole.

There’s a knock on your hotel door and a smile makes its way on your face. There’s only one person foolish enough to wander around shady neighborhoods at this hour.

One second he’s outside your door, the next second he’s bent over a desk, stripped out of everything but his plug, legs spread and cock hard and leaking.

He won’t say a word to you, not until you fuck it out of him at least; a broken string of pleas or needy noises escaping his lips.

He’s not here to talk, he’s here to get fucked by the only person who knows how to do it right.

And once it’s all over and done, he’ll have you put the plug back in, puts on his coat and leaves your hotel room quickly, continuing on with his business like you didn’t just fuck and he isn’t full of your cum.

Sometimes he’ll act out of line and ruin your plans. You don’t mind it much though. He’s a detective after all. It’s his job to stop criminals.

“You sure you don’t want any help with this?” One detective says to Noir as he gets ready to head out to where you had last been spotted.

“Stay here. I’ll deal with it” Noirs responds before he heads towards the door.

Only if the detective knew dealing with it meant being forced down on his knees, hands tied behind his back and mouth pried open as you shove your cock down his throat.

“What were you supposed to be doing now again?” You pretend to think, fingers comically tapping against your chin while continuously rolling your hips.

“Weren’t you supposed to deal with me or something like that? Feels like you’re doing quiet the opposite here” you say with a dark chuckle, rolling your hips harder and hearing the gurgling sound as he chokes on your cock, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and drool dripping from his chin.

“There, there “ You say as you stroke his hair, tone condescending as ever “you’re this place’s ultimate hero or whatever it is. You can take it, can you?” And despite the humiliating position he’s in there’s still a certain spit fire reflecting in his iris as he nods his head and God if it doesn’t make your cock twitch in his mouth.

And as much as he doesn’t like to admit it, he can’t help but be turned by the fact that one day someone might just catch him fucking a criminal.

Interrogations that should go by quickly will last up to a good hour or so if you’re involved. Footage will go missing from both the camera and the microphone.

Noir would say that they malfunctioned. “You know that tech still has a far way to go” but what they don’t know is that a good chunk of that footage shows Noir pushed against the glass wall with you thrusting your cock inside his hole. And a good chunk of that recording is him just begging for more, more, more.

And he’d go out his way to get those recording developed, play it on whatever device he has access to and jerk off to them.

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character #Alec writes #into the spider verse #across the spider verse #uh Alec thinks he’s clever with that title #I’m going to bed goodnight lord djdjdjd

[diadraws]

RIP BOZO 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #bug noir #marinette dupain cheng #dia draws #digital #fanart #i drew this like imediately after watching the ep last night #im a little deranged atm. dont write #id in alt text

[xhanisai]

Oh! So imagine, after Le Papillion, Ladybug and Chat Noir made their appearance, everyone suddenly found a giant "0" tattooed on their backs.

And everytime someone dies (and disappears and whatever) by an akuma and is brought back to life by the cleansing light, that number on their back goes up by (1).

So the more often you've died and have been brought back, the higher the number gets. No one is granted an exception.

Imagine Adrien's surprise when he accidentally gets a glimpse of Marinette's back cos the wind made her flowy top rise or something...

And he sees the number 25,913...

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #An au I guess? #Don't tell me to write it I have literally hundreds and hundreds of writing wips and drawing wips LOL #But if anyone else wants to write this prompt then be my guest :)

[noire-pandora]

fic author self rec

Thank you for the tag @morganlefaye79 @melisusthewee @darethshirl @thebookworm0001 @roguelioness 

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

Ngl, i feel more comfortable doing fic recs for other writers than myself but i guess i have to shake this bad habit huh? Here are a few works I’m proud of, besides my long fic Daughter of Fire. Thank you if you give my works a try. I appreciate you and your interest. 

1. Even when you're old and creaky?

Rating: G

Length: 2,492

Summary : 

He looked up at her and when their eyes met, she saw the flare of awe —the awe of a child who sees a hero in his parent. "And you won't be angry with me?"

"Never, da'len," she kissed him on the forehead, and he giggled at the touch of her lips on his skin. A giggle that gave Virelan boundless joy. "I am your mother. It's my duty to protect you."

"Even when you're old and creaky?"

"Even then, da'len, even then."

2. In-tents Daydreams

Rating: M

Length: 2054 words

Summary:

He moaned again, and the image of Lavellan waiting for him, all flushed and ready to take him displaced any logical thought. His hand flew to his trousers and he skimmed his fingers over his cock, pressed painfully against the green fabric.

Would Lavellan touch him gently, her fingers moving up and down his cock in languid motions, or would she be as impatient as he felt, greedy for his moans of pleasure, turning his world into a storm of sensations until he spilled his ecstasy onto her palm?

Before he had a chance to rethink his movements, he slid his hand under his trousers and balled it into a fist to wrap around his cock, not bothering to take his trousers off.

3. The art of courting

Rating: G

Length: 3,625 words

Summary:

He sighed, contemplating how all of this started. He had never expected it to happen. He had tried to keep Elluin at a distance but he had failed. Her charm intoxicated him and numbed his mind. He had found it challenging to ignore her kind and generous demeanour, her curious personality filling the void in his heart.

Casual chats about their situation had slowly turned into long, meaningful conversations, the intimacy of their shared thoughts bringing them together. In those moments, he had forgotten about his plan, about the Wolf's mantle hanging on his shoulders. Her unique views of the world had challenged and shattered all he had expected from this Tranquil like world. Next to her, he was just Solas, the Apostate, a simple man searching for peace. It hah been decades since a soul dared to peak under the Dread Wolf's mask, but now, a Dalish woman had connected with his soul, with his spirit. He did not know if he should rejoice or shed bitter tears.

4. Shattered dreams and healing truths

Rating: G

Length: 4,533

Summary:

"Morrigan had the courage to drink from the Well. She, a human, had the courage to bind herself to an Elvhen god to gain the lost knowledge. But I, an elf, was too afraid to drink it. I gave it up because I'm a coward."

He frowned, her words of praise towards Morrigan irritating him. Her courage was nothing more than gluttony for power. "You are no coward, Vhenan," he moved towards her, but Elluin took a step away from him. He stopped and pretended not to see the rejection in her gesture. "It took courage to do what you did. You did not put yourself in the service of an ancient god and defy temptation. You should be proud."

Elluin barked a short, bitter laugh and scrubbed a hand over her face. "See, I told you. You do not understand. And how could you? You are Somniari, you can roam in the Fade while I have to fight and bleed for every shred of knowledge about our People's past. I searched for so long, yet found nothing. Years later, here I am, still an ignorant fool."

5. Vhenan

Rating: G

Length: 4,615

Summary:

"So?" Cassandra continued after what felt like hours to him. "Was she right?"

Solas sucked in a deep breath and held it, meeting her gaze again when she lifted her head to look at him. Again, his instincts screamed at him to lie, to put distance between them, to flee and remember who he really was. But Cassandra's warm brown eyes pushed that voice and held his mind in pure bliss.

"Yes," he breathed, leaning closer to her, one of his hands resting on her leg. She tensed under his touch, but quickly relaxed when she heard his answer.

"Is that so? Can I keep calling you that? I want to make you happy," she whispered, her words barely audible, leaning closer to him, her breath tickling his face.

"Yes."

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[fragmentos-literarixs]

Mis ojos están puestos en él, pero él es muy distraído y nunca lo nota.

— Rose Noire.

#frases #escritos #notas #citas #acción poética #quotes #tristeza #amor #love #sentimientos #feelings #writings #spilled ink #rose noire #fragmentos literarixs

[mybuginette]

i have more of this

#i'm having fun doing this JHKSDAHK #also i have ideas for more- i cant stop me sorry #my headcanon is that Marinette can understand most things in english but has trouble speaking #mostly bc thats what happens to me SKJFHSK #i can understand and i can write but my mouth doesn't work #miraculous ladybug #ml fanart #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #ladynoir #miraculous paris #ml in universe memes #social media mlb #ml social media #ml paris

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Homme Fatale

Noun. homme fatal (plural hommes fatals) An ultimately seductive and dangerous man; a womanizer.

On a bit of a Film Noir kick right now, so blame that

Imagine, if you will:

Danny, a private eye in Gotham, ever the hard boiled detective, sitting in his dark office, drinking coffee you could use to tar a roof. The office isn't in a good neighborhood but rent still ain't cheap. He's fixing to get a new case on his desk soon

Enter one Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprizes. He walked in shirt unbuttoned dangerously low in a suit sharp enough to cut yourself on and bags under his eyes to large to be counted as carry on. Mr. Drake has a job for him, one he wants to keep quite, and one important enough that he's willing to add a couple zeros to Danny's usual rate. This job is a dream come true... almost too good to be true...

or

Tim Drake aka Red Robin(yummm) needs plausible deniability on a case tied to his civilian identity and so hires a PI and lays down a trail of clues for him. All the while playing up the Noir tropes to flirt with the cute detective.

why doesn't he just take care of it as Red Robin? Shhhhh... the detective is cute and he's having too much fun playing the homme fatale

Bonus: Immediately after wrapping up Tim's case Kon walks into Danny's office dolled up in a vintage dress, period appropriate makeup done, all to play the part of the Femme Fatale and do the exact same thing Tim did. Does he know Tim literally just did that? Maybe, maybe not

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #dpxdc #superbraindead #Noir au #kind of? #Danny is committed to bit at least #and maybe just enjoys playing the part of the hardboiled detective #plus it's easier if he can ask ghosts about certain aspects of his cases #he still has to be decent at his job to prove it #but having a real life hint button sure as hell helps #plus gotham is prime real-estate for a noir setting #and it's just funny to imagine tim best detective of the bat fam drake doing this #just hamming it up getting into the role and being melodramatic #also I think kon could rock the femme fatale look #imagine kon in a dress and tell me he'd somehow NOT rock it #you can't because then you'd be a liar

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

as a request, perhaps a spider-noir x reader fic where they try to the upside down spider-man kiss?? and it'd be their first kiss but noir and reader wear glasses so they accidentally bump into each other; so they try to kiss again- however that goes is completely up to you!!

☆ spider noir is one of, if not my favorite spider besides miles, and i absolutely loved writing this! there’s not enough content of noir out there, and feel free to request more of him, as i’d be more than happy to write it. as always, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <33 !!

word count - 774

you and peter had not been together for very long, a month or two at best. it was your first serious relationship in a few years, and you liked him, a lot. you were taking your relationship with him on the slower side, which you had no problem with. you enjoyed any time you spent with him, happy to take your relationship at a more leisurely pace, getting to know each other inside and out.

you two hadn’t even kissed yet, although you had found yourself thinking about it often. maybe a little too often. it was just a kiss, but you wanted the first one with him to be something special, maybe a little fun. you had kissed others before, and knew it was no big deal, but you almost wanted your first kiss with peter to be a big deal.

you also knew he was spider-man, as he showed up to your apartment one night, battered, bloody, and bruised, asking for your assistance in cleaning himself up. normally he would’ve done it himself, but he trusted you, and well, he was also pretty fucking beat up.

one night, an idea sprung into your head that involved both kissing him and his spider abilities. you were at peter’s apartment, cuddling in comfortable silence on his couch. it was soft and quiet, just the two of you basking in each other’s presence.

“hey peter,” you asked softly. “i have an idea, if you’re okay with it”. your head rested gently on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. you normally wore glasses, but they were discarded on the small coffee table in front of the couch, so you could lay with him more comfortably.

“of course, doll, what’s your idea?” he asked, one of his hands tracing patterns idly in your skin.

you explained your idea to him, albeit a bit embarrassed, not sure how he’d feel about it. it was a bit silly, sure, but you also thought it was sweet.

he nodded, keeping quiet for a moment before speaking up. “sure, why not. sounds like fun”. you started to sit up, grabbing your glasses off the small table.

he stood up after you and got himself situated, shooting his webs onto the ceiling and climbing up it as you described, trying to find a good position.

once he got himself comfortable he nodded “i’m all set. i think” he said with a smile, watching as you made your way over to him.

you looked up at him with a bright smile, feeling giddy. you hesitated for a second then leaned into him, his soft lips touching yours briefly. it was a clumsy kiss, his chin bumping against your nose, causing your glasses to fall off your face and onto the floor. you pulled away with a giggle, your cheeks flushed and your face warm.

you ignored it and tried to kiss him again, resting your hands on the side of his face, which caused his glasses to fall to the floor. your faces just kept bumping into each other in all the wrong ways, so you pulled back with a laugh.

“how about we try that again, normally. then once we get the kissing part down we can move onto the upside down part” peter said with a light chuckle, his cheeks flushed a similar shade to your own. you picked yours and his glasses up off the floor and nodded, eager to kiss him again.

he let his webbing go, skillfully landing on his feet as he turned to face you. you handed his glasses to him and he took them, making sure they sat correctly on his crooked nose bridge. he stepped closer, gently cupping your face with one of his hands, the other placed on your waist. his hands were always soft and gentle, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. he leaned in, meeting you halfway. this kiss was longer, and not as clumsy as the first two. he tasted like cigarettes and black coffee, and his lips moved gently against yours.

after a few moments you both pulled away, soft smiles on each of your faces. he looked into your eyes for a moment before speaking up. “i’m not sure why i didn’t kiss you sooner, i really enjoyed that.”

“even the first two?” you giggled, wrapping your arms behind his neck as he kept you close.

“even the first two. although i enjoyed the last one even more”. he smiled, leaning down to place another quick, soft kiss to your lips.

#spider man: across the spider verse #into the spider verse #spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir fanfic #peter parker x reader #pursuedbyamemory writes

[miguel-ohara-wifey]

okay hear me out… headcanons for spiderverse men that’s like how they act when their s/o is pregnant

I know I said I’d focus on my cowboy!Miguel fic but I’ve been waiting for this request! Ask and ye shall receive

Spiderverse men when there s/o is pregnant headcanons

Tag list: @alliwriteistrash I figured you’d like this

Rating: 18+, hurt/comfort, fluff, Angst

Peter B Parker

-Peter and you have tried at a baby for ages, but stopped before hand because some new threat emerged for Spider-Man, career opportunities you had to make priority, or some financial problems came up. Overall it hasn’t been ideal timing whenever you two wanted to try.

-Your body had other plans however, after a few days in a row of getting sick in the morning. Food tasting weird and having a sickly feeling in your stomach. You had to take a pregnancy test just to ease your anxiety. Unfortunately it didn’t, it was positive. Your body immediately starts to shake, you throw up for an entirely different reason.

-the twitching under your skin from fear stopped when you threw up. But your mind was still fraught with catastrophizing thoughts. What if you need an abortion, what if Peter doesn’t want the kid anymore, how would you play this when he gets home? Is Spider-Man even meant to have a child?

-You knew you couldn’t hide it from him in good conscience, when Peter arrives at your home with the groceries like he promised. Joking about the latest villain of the week he took down. You can’t help but start sobbing right when you spot his brown eyes. Not even knowing why, when he huddled you gently. Wiping your tears away asking what’s wrong. You relent how you took a pregnancy test and it’s positive.

-Before your knee jerk apology can be made he embraces you, conscious of your stomach in the tightening of his body around yours. He whispers how great that is, all your fears laid dead before you. But you still kept crying, expect out of pure joy. Peter meet you eye too eye, clearly joining in on the sob parade.

“You’re gonna make a daddy honey…I can’t wait.”

Miguel O’Hara

-You knew it wouldn’t be pretty when you told Miguel you were pregnant. Especially because you were going to have the baby. Miguel was furious, you two have been casual for a long time. You knew of Miguel’s past with Gabriella, not like he makes an effort to hid it. For fucks sake initiates get the holographic slide show of his trauma.

-Miguel isn’t characteristically raving and violent in this rage, not like you’ve ever felt unsafe around him. However you’ve seen enough of his anger to know it burns hot. But this was the cutting chill of dry ice, he plainly told you he’s not going to be the kids father. If you want the kid, you’re on your own. You sob and scream at him how he’s an asshole.

-He doesn’t exactly argue against that point, in fact he doesn’t argue at all. Just nods and leaves as you sob in defeat. You knew this would happen, he’d break your heart in the end. Yet the smallest speck from the deepest crevice of your mind believed otherwise. Cause you want him close. Miguel would always assure complete low commitment and non-existent emotional entanglement when you two started dating. Work is his true love and he wouldn’t dare let you compete.

-The day after, you slept in till the afternoon. Not even wanting to make yourself breakfast even if it meant silencing the gargling of your stomach. You hear a knock at the door. You figure it’s a package that got sent to you by accident. So no matter how terrible you feel you get out of bed. Opening the door, you see Miguel with your favorite breakfast meal from Panera.

-You angrily squint at him asking if he thinks this’ll make up for ditching you. He says it doesn’t, his eyes reddened from crying. He just says he knows you probably haven’t had any food yet today because of your argument. But he is sorry, he’s going to be there for you and the baby. He was a fucking asshole, your entire relationship. He loves you and never wanted to admit it. For what it’s worth he’s here for whenever or however long you’d have him.

“It’s okay if you’re still mad at me…but I know you’re craving this so just have some food.”

Hobie Brown

-This was a shock to both of you, you’ve always been safe despite all the kinkiness you get into. You’ve always had protection upon protection on top of taking regular std tests.

-Despite this shockwave through Hobie and your lives, the moment you tell him you want to keep it. He’s on board, he gets a head start on baby proofing the apartment. Engineering makeshift baby monitors and safe toys for the baby to play with. He starts reading parenting books and setting up the baby’s room in his off time. Making the room a vibrant red, doesn’t matter if the baby’s a boy or a girl. You’re gonna raise them to be a punk.

-Also watches after you carefully. Even when it means leaving his station as Spider-Man for a day. You and the precious future you’re carrying matters even more to him. He’ll be sure to get everything you crave. Even if he has to teach himself how to make sponge cake. If that’s what his baby mama wants it’s what his baby mama gets. He didn’t exactly get it, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

-Unfortunately now truly the worst of your pregnancy signs present themselves. You throw up almost every other morning, your favorite foods now don’t taste like anything cause your tastebuds have turned against you. And you’re fatigued easily so you have to take a few weeks off helping the movement. On top of the fact you always feel heavier and heavier as every day goes by.

-When your mood swings are at there highest to boot, you find an excuse to yell at him at any point. So he knows it’s best to leave the house for a couple of hours for you to cool off. Not to dismiss your feelings, but knowing his presence only exasperates your rage spike. So when he comes back with store bought sponge cake for you. You sob and apologize for getting mad at him. He takes it in stride, he knows this road will be bumpy as everything else is. But you’re in it together.

“It’s alright love, and don’t worry I won’t torture you with my sponge cake I bought you some…”

Spider-Man Noir

-Once you ask your darling to open the oven to take out what you were making. He saw a single bun on the rack, right after asking why there’s a bun in the oven. A second later he puts two and two together. He rushes over to you, via sliding on his knees against the wooden kitchen floors to your stomach.

-He sends pecks all over your gut while massaging it with his head. Almost already trying to hear your baby, his baby. Whispering as if your future child can hear you through its very tiny molecules. You giggle at this man’s infatuation with your stomach. Sure he’s always loved every part of you. But now he has two angels in his life.

-He unleashes all the parenting books he stocked up for just in case he’d ever be a dad. As well as makes you promise to quit work in a week to focus on yourself. He begins doing most of the chores you did around the house. Doting on you head to toe, not that you’re going to stop him. Especially when your mood swings begin to hit. You become extra clingy and needy.

-But his heart breaks when you say you’re sorry for not being as pretty anymore now that you’re starting to show. He’s devastated, he thinks you’re even more gorgeous now. The fact you’re carrying your soon to be family. His whole world, how could he not find you all the more irresistible? He corrects such by going down on you that night. “Having sex with a pregnant woman makes the baby a pervert later in life” be damned. You must know how much he can’t get enough of you.

-After such he cuddles you into him like he always does, his stringy brown locks mixed with sweat. As he can still taste your orgasm in his mouth. After you started to breath steadily again, you relent you believe him when he says he knows you’re the sexiest woman alive. He smiles so innocently despite the unholiness of the situation, he cloaks your body in a cool blanket. Kissing you on the cheek and telling you need sleep now.

“It’s never a labor to love you, and our family. Don’t forget that darlin…”

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