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bumblinv · 1 year

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--- human's period ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

platonic!various x gn!human!reader

!! in my hc, na'vi women doesn't menstruate !!

jake and your friends takes care of you during your time of the month. basically just period comfort with momma jake

part 1 part 2!

"they. peed. blood"

spider's terrified screech brings jake one thought;

periods.

and he was dammed right.

the moment he stepped into your marui, he found the kids circling around your bed. their faces contorted with worry yet suffers from cluelessness because they could only watch as you curl yourself into a ball. hand clutching your stomach as you cry into kiri’s lap.

his eyes darted to the blanket under your legs, wich were soaked with blood. jake clicks his tongue with sympathy, "poor baby"

your friends moved back, forming a circle behind jake as they watch him kneel on your bedside.

“this your first period?”

“yes. my... my second day, sir” you whimpered out a weak answer.

“they never left their marui until noon, and we found them like this”

“i never knew periods could get this worst”

“did they got shot?”

you were overwhelmed.

the staring, the murmurs, your marui being crowded. having to experience all of that stimulations mixed with your cramps, made you shake. jake could feel it once he puts his hand on your upper arm.

“will they die?”

“they wont, spider”

“bro, how do you know?”

“shh!”, finally neteyam hisses

even neteyam understand that their questions were all honest, yet stupid that jake doesn’t even spare them any care. his full attention is fixed on your vulnerable state.

“no, kiddo. don’t curl yourself up like that”

“it hurts", you groaned. another wave of pain shakes your entire body.

“baby, squeezing your stomach like that wouldn’t make it any better. lay normally”

“they would move if they can, dad”

kiri's words made his gaze soften. he could see your tiny body jerks slightly with every wave of pain that goes through you. you were sobbing, yet no sound comes out of your mouth

“im gonna help you, okay sweetie?”, jake gives your upper arm a comforting squeeze, “we’re gonna get through this together”

the warmth he offers makes you nod weakly. jake smiles, satisfied with your response. then he turned his head towards his daughter,

“do you have medicine for muscle cramps?” the girl looks at her father, clueless. but the confidence in jake’s voice sounds like he knows what he was doing. with that, kiri nods surely.

“i could come out with something”

“good”

kiri waves her hand at tsireya, signaling her to come closer. ever so gently, the beautiful metkayina moved your head to her lap so the sully could run off and complete her father’s demand

jake puts his other hand on tsireya's shoulder, “you stay to help them clean up, okay? and neteyam” his head turns towards his eldest, “get us warm water, son”

“yes, sir”

“what can we do?” lo’ak asks as his brother went running

“you boys could help, by giving them space”

your watery eyes met with jake's, whispering a weak thank you as your marui, at last, went quiet.

if jake had let them inside longer, you would’ve broke down because even with them being outside, their noises still fills your head

“what is this period? a disease?”

“you see spider, the female human body-”

tsireya could only sigh, “they are good friends, worrying over you like that. but they were being too loud"

"you're right kiddo. now its all quieted down, lets get you cleaned up, yeah?”

"yeah..."

not long after you could feel his warm hands coming down. lifting you up by behind your knees and back. you might think that your weight would have weighted him down, but to jake, it was like carrying a mere child

“tsireya, please get the blanket for me. oh good, the blood doesn't soak up your bed”

“i put the blanket there so when i leak, my bed doesn’t get soaked”, you grin

“great thinking”, tsireya chuckles. but her laugh quickly died out.

you were whimpering in pain.

jake was only settling you down on your bed, yet you look so hurt. “sorry sweetie”, jake whispers after you flinched some more. the man was just straightening your stiffen limbs

the girl approaches you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“everything’s sore, hm?” jake tucks your bangs behind your ears as you nod helplessly.

“i guess i'll wash my blanket after i get better”

“no, you stay here” he ruffles your hair, standing up and grabs your bloody blanket from tsireya’s grasps.

“jake, you don’t have to”

he laughs, “kiddo. if you’ve raised 4 children, you’ve cleaned worst”

“but its gross”

jake looks at you with confusion. why do you have to bring yourself down like that, for something as natural as breathing? he bites his lip. he remembers someone who would insist that he doesn’t need to help wash her ‘dirty’ bloody blankets.

oh how you remind him of her.

he went back to his previous position, kneeling beside you. golden eyes fixed on yours.

“baby, what’s dirty could be cleaned. after all, what’s so dirty about blood?”

you went silent.

“period blood are as natural as snots, tears, and other body fluid you have. so, no biggie, yeah?”

“no... biggie” you repeated after him. a small smile on your lips

“atta girl” jake grins, his hand went up to wipe away your last tear. “i'm gonna wash this. and while i'm gone, tsireya will help you get cleaned up, okay?” and with your nod, he smiles and walk off.

he was about to step out to the beach, but tsireya’s worried call stopped him.

“will they be okay?”

“they will, kiddo" jake shoots her an assuring smile, "they are in good hands”

and he was right.

the second he walked back to your marui, he couldn’t help to stop on his tracks. your marui was filled with joyful chatter, meaning you were getting better. and he could hear laughing too. your laughs

“bro, i thought you were dying”

“oh please”

“no offence, but you do look like you were dying” jake recognize that voice. it was spider’s

then rotxo’s iconic snickers was heard,

“when ya called jake, what was the shit ya told him? somethin' bout them peein’ out blood?”

“spider!” you exclaimed, voice full of embarrassment

“oh, cmon boys. leave them alone”

jake’s chuckle startled all of you.

your marui went silent again. even rotxo shuts his mouth.

you never knew why, but the sudden awkwardness coming over every time jake steps in is unbearable. maybe it happens because none of you were used to the usually strict man being so loose.

“i... uh, i’ve washed your blanket. should dry by tomorrow”

“thank you” you smile at him. jake returned your smile.

your friends are around you, again. but this time, you didn’t seem to bother. you were enjoying they company, even. they were all sitting down near your bedside with empty bowls around their feet.

good, they had feed you

his eyes drift to your side where he found neteyam, pressing a small water sack on your stomach. presumably filled with warm water. but the ceramic mug you were holding catches his attention the most.

the mug was filled to the brim with liquid that smells almost sour. he recognize it. and its strong yellow color, brings him back home.

“kiri made them drink pee”

“i did not, ao’nung”, the girl rolls her eyes as rotxo’s ugly snort-laugh filled the room.

“hey, i know this”

their laughter died out.

jake kneeled beside you. he was looking into your mug with his gaze so soft and loving, you were afraid he was taking a liking to it.

“there’s tamarind and turmeric in it, right?”

kiri’s mouth went agape, “never knew you know herbs, dad”

“i’m not. but i’ve made this drink all my life”

“when?”

“you see, kid,” he looks at his son with a loving smile he rarely gives. his hand went up to squeeze neteyam’s shoulder.

“back on earth, your uncle tommy and i would make this drink for your gramma, when she was on her period” his golden eyes shows such softness as he gazes back into your drink.

it was just some mere drink, yet it was able to make the former toruk makto and olo’eyktan so soft.

“but of course,” he snickers, “we don’t need to boil real turmerics nor tamarinds. they sell it on instant packages”

no one laughs.

there was one question filling their heads, yet even rotxo’s loud mouth does not dare to ask.

where is she now?

lo’ak cleared his throat. “the period, was she in pain too?”

“yes, her whole body would turn so sore she couldn’t move. my dad was never really around, so tommy and i would be the ones running errands”

“oh, so the whole cramp thing is normal?”

“right, kiddo. that’s why you need all the support you can get during your period” he ruffles your hair, making you giggle.

“i need you all kids to take care of them, you got me? its already hard having periods on earth, its even harder when you are the only one having them, in this whole village”

“yes, sir”

“good. its turning dark. they needs rest" with jake’s words, the boys gives you an acknowledging looks before one by one steps out of your marui. not forgetting to bring their dirty dishes from their previous dinner. the girls however, are squeezing the life out of you with their hugs.

“come to me when your stomach’s all messed up. i would make you that drink again”

“yes, i will kiri”, you giggle.

“you know, if its hurting you too much”, tsireya starts, “maybe i could ask my mother to try to stop your periods”

you laugh, shaking your head at the thought of loosing your uterus, “no, reya. i will not, but thank you”

one last hug and the girls were off

“well, i guess my job here is done” neteyam smiles. he was the only one left beside you. his hand still pressing a water sack to your tummy,

“your trusty hot-water-sack-holder needs to go”

his smile turns brighter when you laugh.

“we should hang out tomorrow, teyam”

“yeah”, he whispers as he press his forehead on yours. a soft smile on his lips. your moment was quickly cut off by muffled laughs, your face went bright red as you realize the rest of them were all still standing near your marui

even his dad.

jake cleared his throat, “cmon, son, lets go”

their laughter broke as soon as neteyam approached them with burning cheeks, and was met with lo’ak’s playful swats on his shoulders that even the tips of his ears went flushed.

they weren’t so far away when you could hear spider’s voice,

“jake, when will i get my period?”

“men doesn’t get periods”

“ah shit... can i though, if i try hard enough?”

“just hold your shit in for a week, then you’ll get a period”

“that’ll be my ass bleeding”

their laughter broke once again. you too, couldn’t help but giggle. upon them, neteyam’s roaring laughter stand out the most. he was just glad they had stopped teasing him.

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madlittlecriminal · 9 months

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Can I please request Miguel O’Hara x shy Reader who bonded venom? Where Miguel is madly in love with her even tho they’re already dating. They have an infant son together who’s a mommy boy who has his dad Miguel powers. Venom is overprotective of his host and her infant son who loves their suit. https://pin.it/BXeKxrH

Parenthood ⥓ Miguel O'Hara × Shy!Venom!Female!Reader [headcanon]

this became headcanons because i had too many ideas that made me rewrite the fic about 5 times... im also upset because the link didn't work :(

Warnings: mentions of stretch marks, birth not specified, son's name is not mentioned, venom and miguel bicker...a lot

He thought it was odd when you first met

As far as he knew, Venoms in different universes were either cocky or just awkward until they full bonded with their symbiote

But you...you were shy

Even after bonding with Venom, you were still shy which made him curious.

Three years later, he was madly in love with you

He never failed to show you how much he did, especially now with an 11 month old son.

He had little fangs like his father which made you smile

If anything, he looked more like Miguel than you

Which made Venom speak up.

"I love little human...but why must he look like the spider vampire hybrid and not you?!"

Miguel only glared at the symbiote, but he had no room to complain

Whenever your son was upset, he would smile when you had your suit on

To be honest, your son was a momma's boy

Miguel loved it.

I mean, it only made sense since Miguel was basically obsessed with you

There were days where he'd catch you poking at the stretch marks your son gave you

"You know, I've always told you your stretch marks were beautiful, but our son definitely gave you some that puts that word to shame. You look breathtaking with them, querida. Don't forget that."

Then he'd wait until your son was asleep before he showered your stretch marks in kisses and would give you endless cuddles.

Venom though...let's just say he still had a grudge against Miguel after he found out your recovery process was longer than the normal

"You dare harm my host, Spider?!"

"Listen Venom, I didn't know it was going to happen!"

"Well, when he has your damn genetics!"

"Doesn't he have yours too?!"

"That's not the point, vampire!"

You didn't say anything

You were always too shy to say anything and thankfully, neither of the two ever pressured you to pick a side

You struck gold with your symbiote and with your boyfriend.

You'd sometimes bring your son to the Society building when Miguel was working.

He and Mayday became instant pals as Mayday giggled at his fangs

But when you'd give him to Miguel, he quickly did grabby hands to be back with you

"YES LITTLE ONE! MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR FATHER!"

Miguel sighed, gave his son a kiss on his hair before handing him back to you

"Can I give him a suit when he's older?"

"I think I'll give him a suit when he's older, thank you Venom."

"Well, he likes the one I gave (Y/N), so I think I'll give him one."

Miguel rolled his eyes at the symbiote.

You gave him his lunch and gave him a kiss before leaving with your son.

"Hey Miguel, do you think you and (Y/N) would be fine with a playdate with him and Mayday?"

Miguel gave Peter a stoic look.

"I'll talk to her."

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : TIKTOK DANCE

*Mia decides to do a viral tiktok dance with this song 👇🏼* idea from @hoodharlow 💕

“Mommy, can we do a TikTok dance.?” Mia asks you, walking into the living room.

“Oh yes.” You answer excitedly. “Which one baby?”

“This one.” She hands you the iPad, and goes to your private family account and shows you what trend she wants to do.

You don’t give the kids any screen time during the week, but on the weekends you let them use the family iPad for an hour give or take.

When Mia or Ezequiel are on tiktok it’s usually supervised, you and Jack make sure they watch appropriate content.

But you have been playing that song a lot when you and Mia run errands. Plus her godmother recently did a song with him. So when she met him backstage at Coachella she fell in love with his blinged out spider man chain.

“Okay, this seems pretty easy. Who does what?” You ask her, as you set up the iPad.

“You, then me.”

You two were practicing for a while until you got it right. Just when you were about to film the actual video, your favorite boys walk in.

“What you doing momma?” Ez asks, looking at the set up.

“We’re gonna do a video, Cheesy.” Mia answers for you.

Jack and Ezequiel sit down on the couch and look at the both of you waiting to do your thing.

“Compa que le párese esa morra, la que anda bailando sola.” Mía sings loudly with her eyes closed while the both of you dance.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT, NO NO NO.”

You and Mia freeze.

“What? What’s wrong?.” You ask him confused.

“My daughter singing and dancing to that song is a big no.” He stands up, shaking his head. “And to the song of the one guy fans are shipping you with, nope.”

“Babe-“ You chuckle at his silly jealousy.

“I said no Y/N.”

“But daddy, it’s just a song.” Mia shrugs, but is amused by her dad’s reaction.

“I said no Alize Mia Harlow.” Jack says more sternly.

“WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN??” Mia yells, pushes at his stomach and runs off crying, you could only assume to her bedroom since after a few seconds you hear a door slam.

You glare at your husband. “What is wrong with you?”

“She’s six, she doesn’t need to be dancing and singing to that. I know what it says.”

��Oh so you know fluent Spanish out of nowhere?” You take a deep breath. “Why aren’t you letting her express herself creatively? She’s having fun, we’re having fun doing a silly TikTok trend.”

Jack shrugs and sits down next to Ez who’s just glaring at his dad. “She can express herself with another song that isn’t his”

You roll your eyes, look at your son “Earmuffs mijo.” Ezequiel covers his ears.

You glare back at your husband. “Jackman, be fucking for real right now!!!! You’re getting mad at our daughter over something silly.”

You look back at Ezequiel and nod, he then uncovers his ears. “Let’s go check up on sissy, while your dad thinks hard about his actions.”

You are entering Mia’s bedroom and you see her sitting on the middle of her bed looking sad.

“You okay sissy? Dad was big mean.” Your son runs to your daughter's bed and sits next to her.

Mia only shrugs.

“Baby bug, daddy didn’t mean it.” You sit down next to her and brush her hair out of her face.

“He yelled mama, he never yells.” She says through hiccups.

You sigh, “I know baby, maybe he needs a nap time.” You hug her.

“No excuse mama, he needs to use soft and nicer words.”

Just then the door opens. “You are one hundred percent right Mia, I should use nice words.”

“You hurt my feelings daddy.”

You and Ezequiel are hugging Mia, and staring at Jack.

“I’m so sorry princess.” He’s walking towards the bed and kneels on the floor, his elbows touching the mattress.

“It was just a silly thing I was feeling and I took it out on you. Which is never acceptable.”

Mia nods. “I forgive you.”

Jack smiles sadly at her. “You can go back to doing your video.”

“I do it with yous Mia.” Ezequiel cheers and hops off the bed, Mia following behind him.

Now it’s just you and Jack in Mia’s bedroom, you’re staring at him but don’t say anything.

“I’m sorry baby.” He says after a while of being silent.

“Hmm.”

“I got jealous that every dude at Coachella was checking you out. Then I go on Instagram and see fans are saying you two make a cute couple, and it just got to me.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t have dumped that onto Mia, she did nothing wrong.”

You nod. “Whose ring is on my finger?”

“Mine.”

“Who’s last name do I have?”

“Mine.”

“And whose children did I give birth to?” You ask him.

“Mine.”

“Okay so get that through that big head of yours. I don’t care about anyone else. I love you, you’re my man, my husband, and no one is taking me away from you.” You tell him. It’s rare for Jack to get jealous, and you never had to reassure him of your relationship, so it’s catching you off guard.

“I know bubs, I just panicked and the fact that your brothers liked every comment made me even more panicked.”

You roll your eyes at that and laugh. “He’s a huge deal right now in the Latino community. My brothers are fans, of course those losers would hit like to that. But also because they want me to collab with him.”

He nods. “Should we go see if Mia and Ez got the video down?”

You nod and follow him out the door and back to the living room.

“So.” Mia says smiling, putting her hands on her waist. “Nino Urby called.”

“What did he say?”

Ez and Mia share a look. “Daddy you think mommy loves Pluma?”

“What? No.” Jack answers.

“I saw the video where he says hi to momma, he smiling like when you smile at momma.” Mia says.

“IN LOVE.” Ez yells.

“Kids no.” You’re shaking your head.

“Nina and Momma and Pluma are friends. Why are you and Nino so jelly?” Mia asks, rolling her eyes.

“I AM NOT JELLY.” Jack exclaims.

“Hmm sure you’re not.” Mia looks at you and smiles. “He’s so silly.”

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keepingupwithynharlow 🥵😍 I NEED A SONG WITH THESE TWO NOW!!!!

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user yesss

user Oh holy damn 🥵

user He’s cheesing extra hard!!!!

user Jack who??? Helloooo PESO PLUMA

user Can she leave her white husband for an actual Latino?

yourusername No, I’m good. Y’all can keep him though. I’ll continue to have more babies and making moves with my white boy 🥰🤞🏼

jackharlow I don’t need to be seeing y’all romanticizing my wife with another dude!

druski So can we talk about how Jack went off on poor little Mia because she was singing one of dudes song 😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt YOOO 💀

claybornharlow Funny ass shit when Ezequiel told us.

jackharlow FUCK ALL YA

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withered-owll · 10 months

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Two little cubs in the post apocalyptic world, a little AU idea created along with @lopsushi :3 where Yan Hao and Li Ling got separated from their parents! :’D (I just love them sm 😭💕)

A bit of a story background:

Lady Bone Demon succeeded in her invasion and possessed more people of Megapolis, cutting off heavenly realm etc. and her powers mixed with venom of spider queen (rip big momma spider 😔) that somehow remained in people's DNA mutated causing a virus to spread.

Macaque managed to get free from LBD possession and joined the gang but Wukong and MK's powers as well as others' powers got weakened by their fight and can't restore it fully due to the unarmed particles of virus that managed to get into their DNA, so basically they carry the virus but doesn’t get sick like other peeps in Megapolis.

And now they live in a dystopian world, trying to find a way to defeat LBD and come up with a vaccine or antidote to save whoever they can before the mutations spread and evolve.

At some point they get separated since LBD’s powers helped her create a dome above the city making it into a labyrinth separating each group into pocket merge and morph constantly (a bit like the school in Corpse Party)

Mk, Mei and Red Son- group 1.

Tang, Pigsy and Sandy- group 2.

Wukong and Macaque- group 3.

Yan Hao and Li Ling- group 4.

There will be more of this au along with lost signal au and a few other things I’ve got in store for y’all >:3

See ya!

*skiddadles*

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liyawritesss · 10 months

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ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ [ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ] ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Miles Morales [Spider-Man]

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: general thoughts and headcanons for everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman!

Warnings: some cursing but overall no warnings. KEEP IT CUTE AND PG-16 CUZ THIS IS STILL NEPHEW WE TALKIN BOUT HERE!!!

A/N: went to see atsv and i’m absolutely floored by that movie…it’s definitely giving me new material to write abt and a new hyperfixation so buckle up yall cuz the next few posts are gonna be all spiderman related!!

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @venusdraco @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @lulu-network @niyahwrites @pantherheart @marsfunzon22

First off I wanna say this is my SON, and on everything i love i will throw hands over him, if anybody wanna try it prepare to be demolished cuz I will NOT spare you. This is a lil boy ion wanna see none of yall sniffin around him period. I will gladly held you find your mind if you wanna lose it today!!!

Okay, no that that spiel is over, we’ve got some headcanons to address about everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman

He’s so precious. Idc if you know already I’m telling you again, he is the most precious thing in the world. He has a heart of gold and wears it on his sleeve, he’s always looking out for people and wants to see the best in everything and everyone. Which, while it is a good characteristic to have, can sometimes put him in tough situations, and sometimes it doesn’t end well.

He’s such a momma’s boy, but like the good momma’s boy where he adapts the things Rio teaches him and repays her by being a good filial son, even though he’s growing up and wanting to branch out. If he’s having emotional trouble, he’ll come to her to try and figure out how to express himself and understand how he’s feeling. On special occasions, or just when he notices her mood is off, Miles will conspire with his dad to do something small but special for his mom, like make breakfast or drop off flowers at her work. She’s always super appreciative of it too

Waking up for him is hell in the morning, because he is not a morning person at all. It’s worse if he went on patrol the night before (which, 9/10, he has) and he almost always sleeps through his alarm. He’s the type to have to have several alarms set to get up up, because otherwise he will sleep through the day

Similarly, Miles also finds it hard for him to sleep most nights. In the beginning of his career being Spiderman he would almost never go to sleep really. Even the trick of using nyquil or melatonin gummies didn’t work because his mind was always on one hundred, thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Though as he meets friends he can confide in and grows older he learns how to manage that kind of stress, which makes it easier to sleep. Though the insomnia never truly leaves him unfortunately, and its something he has to take with him for the rest of his life

Despite his introverted self, and the fact that he tends to want to keep to himself more often than not, Miles is actually very easy to talk to and if given the time and patience, great at making friends. He’s awkward at first because he wants to measure his interactions based on the vibe of the person he’s talking to, but you will find a hardcore loyal and caring friend in Miles.

So emotionally aware that it almost hurts. He’ll be upset and know why he’s upset, but sometimes wishes he didn��t know because in some situations he may not think his emotions are valid. And because he’s such an intentional person and a hyper empath, everything he feels is multiplied by ten. So if you fuck him over, he’s probably more upset about it than you’ll ever be if you were upset at fucking him over, if that makes sense?

He’s a cuddle-bug and nothing will change my mind about it! He had hella teddy bears as a little boy and would get upset if Rio took them to be washed because he was afraid he wouldn’t see them again. For no reason in particular he’s slowly dissipated his teddy bear collection and now uses a very fluffy body pillow to hold on to as he sleeps. Sometimes if he’s sick or just very down in the dumps and Rio notices, she’ll climb into bed with him for a while and comfort him

A decent cook actually as well! He was always in the kitchen when his mom and his tia’s came over to cook so he knows how to throw down in the kitchen a lil bit. His favorite thing to make is tamales because while the process may be tedious, it allows him to unwind and clear his mind while focusing on the preparation of them.

Miles’ is the type that when he goes into the store he will always, without fail, buy a new notebook/sketchpad. He may not even need it, he may already have like ten new ones he has yet to break in, but he always likes to stay prepared for when his current one runs out. He also likes to alternate between them or dedicate certain notebooks to certain muses or drawing preferences

Will squeak out of surprise and say something in spanish if he’s startled or scared. And I’m talking like a girlish squeak and it's so cute but he’d be so embarrassed, cuz why did you have to sneak up on him like that? He was doing perfectly fine til you wanted to give him a heart attack.

On the topic of spanish, he isn’t that confident in it so he doesn’t really like to speak it if its not with his family, because he just knows he’s gonna fuck it up. So if he feels like there's pressure in a conversation where he knows he’s going to have to speak it at some point, he’ll try to back out before that happens

Miles gets so fascinated with things all the time. It happens mostly when he’s either strolling through the neighborhood or he’s on patrol. Definitely checks himself out in the glass of skyscrapers…then promptly remembers that there are people behind said glass that can see him and hurriedly swings off. And if a new pair of Jordans have been teased? Best believe he’s doing all the chores and buttering up his parents so that he can get them as soon as they drop

Speaking of Jordans; this boy is such a sneakerhead it’s insane. His dorm room AND his room at home are full of shoe boxes he has yet to style with some clothes. Keeps telling his parents “I’ma wear ‘em, I’ma wear ‘em!” but he never has the time to cuz he’s too preoccupied with being a good student and Spiderman to prioritize style over comfort (even tho he do still be fresh n clean)

He’s also the best bestie to have. Texts you tiktoks, checks in on you at seemingly always the right time. If you go to school together then you know you’re hanging out after classes. And if you need help in the sciences, Miles is the best tutor ever. And his family loves you, so birthdays, christmas and other holidays, if you’re not already celebrating with your folks, if you don’t fuck with them like that, or if you don’t have a real family, he’s inviting you over his place all the time so that you never have to feel alone.

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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I love this part. This is when spider went under his father's frame. Quaritch looked down and smiled at his son then looked up again

Imagine Quaritch being nice to his only daughter Isabella Maria. She looked like his dead mother. Quaritch loved his mother. He was a momma's boy. He became a soldier liked his father but he was always mother's dearest.

I feel I neglected Isabella Maria.

So here are some headcanons of your daughter

She has your eye color and skin color. But she looks like her dead grandma. People usually assume you are not her biological mom. Her hair is white blonde. Almost albino. Like dad.

She loves ballet like you. You took ballet for fun. She wants a career in it.

Like Quaritch, her favorite color is red and her favorite movie genre is action

You used to kiss all your kids on the lips. But then your sons grew past age six you stopped. You kissed them on the cheek. But since Isabella Maria is a girl. You still kiss her lips.

As for Quaritch, he loves watching you kiss Isabella Maria. How cute. He remembered the times his own mother kissed him. Quaritch is more protective towards his daughter. He feared she might get raped despite being underage. So, he would order someone from his squad to follow her. He also found it amusing when he caught you glaring at the general.

She did torture Miles. Whenever you see the general, whether by walking in the halls or another room or whatever, you glare her and make sure she sees it. You will never forgive her for your son and her killing innocent Navis and Pandoran animals.

Ugly old hag.

You wanted to kill her. But she was a Marine and she can kick your ass. You hoped Neytiri does that for you. No kill her instead. You called Neytiri and told her about the general. Neytiri promised to kill her for you.

She was indirectly the murderer of Neteyam.

Quaritch found your hate for the general amusing. Mama bear and her cubs. He doesn't blame you. He had nothing but respect towards the general when he met her. But after the torture of Miles. He hated her. He just followed orders.

As for Lyle...

He was sadly still in love with you. He felt guilty betraying his boss and best friend. He had sex with you as a human.

He loved watching you breast feed your babies. You never did it in public. But when he saw you at the delivery room with your Navi twins . It was wholesome. But, he was being punished by God for all the people and non humans he killed and raped.

#son #father #spider #spider avatar #yandere miles quaritch x reader #recom miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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Goodnight Ghoul (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Halloween just wouldn't be the same without your favorite little ghoul

Warnings: Pregnancy, cuteness overload

A flurry of giggles erupted in the kitchen of the cottage you and Miles had called home for the last year and a half, his hurried footsteps chasing after the toddler who ran wildly throughout the downstairs hallway with a rather large pumpkin in his hand.

"Ghoul, get back here!" Miles ordered.

"No daddy, no! I want pumpkin!"

Miles kept chasing Benny one way and then another, but the two year old just wouldn't give up his pumpkin long enough for Miles to stick the candle inside and light it. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Benny finally gave it up.

"Alright Benny Bear," Miles told him. "Pumpkin's going in the kitchen window until Friday."

Benny giggled again and headed upstairs so that Miles could give him his bath. He poked his head in for a minute to find you resting, having been on strict bedrest on the orders of your mother-in-law, making his way to the bed to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"Benny taking a bath?" you mumbled.

"Yep," Miles answered. "His pumpkin's all carved and his costume is ready for Friday night."

You hummed happily as he brushed aside a tendril of your hair and kissed your forehead. Miles quickly went back to the bathroom to run a hot bubble bath for Benny which would easily help him to sleep on such a cold night.

After a good half hour or so, Benny came right out of the bath and was quickly dried off in his towel and stuck right in his warm, pale yellow pjs. He couldn't resist running into your room to wake you, in the hopes of kissing you goodnight, despite Miles telling him that you needed to rest.

"Momma!" Benny squeaked. "Momma kissy!"

Yo woke, heavy headed but unable to resist your adorable son begging for his goodnight kiss. He giggled as you kissed his soft little cheeks and tickled him behind the ears.

"Can I say goodnight to my baby?" he asked.

You and Miles both laughed as Benny hugged and kissed your large bump, the baby nearly ready to make their way into the world. "Daddy gonna tell a story?"

"C'mere buddy," Miles said as Benny snuggled in between the two of you with his stuffed puppy, making himself warm under the flannel sheets and thick duvet covering. Miles knew Benny's favorite story, front and back, but since Halloween was approaching, he decided to put his own spooky spin on it.

"In the great, green grass," Miles began. "There was a pumpkin patch and a big scarecrow and above, the big blue moon......and there were three little bats, wearing pointed hats.....and two black kittens, on the fence they were sittin....and a little black spider, who was so very tired......and a brass lantern, all shiny and new, and an old witch whispering boo."

Benny giggled when Miles wiggled his fingers in Benny's face.

"Goodnight grass and goodnight pumpkin patch," Miles continued. "Goodnight scarecrow, goodnight blue moon. Goodnight little bats, goodnight pointed hats. Goodnight kittens, goodnight sittin. Goodnight spider and goodnight lantern. Goodnight bare trees, we love you and goodnight old witch whispering 'boo!'. Goodnight leaves, falling here and there......goodnight ghouls everywhere."

Benny yawned as Miles picked him up and carried him to his room, the little one just having fallen asleep. As soon as Benny had been snuggled into his new little bed, Miles made his way back into you, stripping off his cardigan, jeans and button down until he was in his black boxers and his white t-shirt.

"Ghoul's asleep?" you asked as his hand found its way to your bump.

"Mhmm," Miles hummed as he began to fall asleep.

"You should write that down and pass it on."

Miles chuckled, too tired to think as he fell asleep, his gentle hand lovingly caressing your belly and the new life cradled within.

The very next morning, Miles does indeed write it down and illustrate it, painstakingly so as he holes up in the little study room just off the kitchen. Within weeks of it being finished, you both read it to Benny and Baby Jesse who arrived on a freezing night in November when the first snowfall hits Montana while Otis and Kathy remain proud as ever of both you, Miles and your little family.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

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weirdo09 · 7 months

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what to name this jess x rio x jeff au? 🤔 eh it ont need a name rn

anyway i’mma just make a list of ideas

they’re all married

jess is miles’ other mom (because i say so)

miles’ jess and jeff’s child

billie’s jess and rio’s child

jada’s jess and rio’s another child

they’re a happy family

miles, as the oldest, is protective of his baby sisters.

jada n billie always ask for miles as much as he plays with them

jada is a february baby

miles (canonical but i’m addin it away) is a august baby

billie’s a june baby (idk her canon birthday but late june - early may seems right for her)

jada has 4c hair, billie has 3b hair n miles has 4a-4b hair

all of them except for jada are tenderheaded

they all have thick hair tho

jada’s clinger with jess than with any of her other parents (rio fake pouts about this because “my baby doesn’t spend as much time with me!”, the two women laugh it off tho, lil jay’s left oblivious)

the babies are a year apart, jada’s the youngest.

since miles is 13-14 years older than the babies, he likes to act like they’re his babies.

jess is trusted with the kids’ hair most days because of rio’s work schedule and jeff can’t braid.

rio and jess mostly speak spanish amongst themselves and the kids, jeff is left out convos most times but he doesn’t care too much as his wives are just so beautiful when they speak spanish.

rio is transfem (to me 😭😭) and her partners are widely supportive, she began to transition once miles was born.

(if we’re talkin bout transfem miles) rio would be absolutely estatic once she told her that she feels more of a girl than a boy (transfem genderfluid miles has my heart 🫶🏽) she still dresses ‘masculine’ and uses her name n he/him pronouns (genderfluidity at its finest, can you tell i’m slightly projectin?)

jess and jeff would be excited as well, they’d have a party n everythin (he would be shocked how all out they went from her)

(closin transfem miles section)

hobie comes over from time to time to see billie and jada, jada’s his favorite (jkjk, they’re both so lovable)

(punkflower thingy) once rio, jess and jeff heard about miles dating hobie, i’d say jess was the most accepting. she loves the kid, he kinda reminds her of herself so obviously her favorite boyfriend of miles’ (the only one *cough*)

(miles and miles 42 as twins) miles is older by 10 minutes, myle gotta big head and miles would tease him relentlessly about it when jess told them the birth stories. (actually i’mma add this to the au !!!)

myle n jada just clicked when she was born, same with miles n billie but they all love each other equally (or do they? /j)

(au where miles’ spider man and myle’s the prowler) they didn’t know about their secret identities until they went home one night and found each other in their suits. there was a lot of questioning after.

(punkflowerbyte au) jess was really happy when she heard that her son’s dating a black girl (let’s be so honest, black queen’s his type fam) along with his childhood friend who she loves like a son. she was really keen on getting to meet margo, the two hit it off instantly and they’re like best friends (miles sometimes jokes how his momma stole his girl, hobie agrees)

that’s all i gots now, more may be added. i really like this au, it may stay talked about from me really. i’mma def make oneshots on ao3 about it <3

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deatheatet · 9 months

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Since Paz and Quaritch won the poll I will start with it and do underrated NA'VI couples one-shot's next but here we go

(I'm surprised she hasn't screamed yet) a nurse thought to herself. (Fucking Hell,this hurts) Paz thought "Fuck"

"Do you want anyone here with you" one of the doctors asked

"Miles.. Fuck Miles"

Quaritch was briefing with with Jake about Hometree. "What" he asked when the doctor pulled him into a corner. "Lieutenant Socorro is giving birth and requested you to-!" He cut him off by shoving him and pretty much running to the Med Bay where Paz was. "Fuck" Paz growled squeezing her eyes shut. Quaritch was already beside her and arm around her shoulders and the other holding her hand. "Miles" she whimpered when she felt his hand grab hers " Yeah,Yeah it's me Mama" he whispered in her ear and gently moved her hair out of her face. "Fuck, this hurts like a bitch" Paz muttered in pained voice

"Okay,Okay just one more push"

"Fuck* Paz hissed before panting

" Okay good job,Paz" her friend Sally said " It's a baby boy"

" Let me hold him" Paz whispered so low, Sally barely heard her

Sally handed the now cleaned up baby to his Momma and Paz just wrapped her arms tiredly around him, before falling asleep Quaritch chuckled softly before picking up the newborn-..... HIS newborn son,and cradling him against his chest when he heard a decently loud argument " No you dumbass,we have to wait till Paz is awake and after she holds the baby" Z-Dog's voice hissed " No we don't. Colonel is with her so we can go see the baby not hold it" Argued Fike and Brown. Quaritch groaned slightly,of course that's what their fighting over. (Maybe I should just take little one to see so they calm the fuck down) Quaritch thought to himself. When he did take the kid to see them Walker and Z-Dog looked like awe struck puppies before quietly yelling how adorable he was and begging to know his name while the guys stood there dumbstruck at the ladies behavior,Z was a straight(so gay she can't draw a straight line) stone cold, brutal bitch and Walker was her much nicer but still bitchy girlfriend. Either way once shock wore off(two seconds later) Lyle flipped out and did the same as the ladies. They all three got pissed off when he refused to let them hold the baby.

Finally an hour or so later Paz woke and blinked some tiredness from her eyes and came face to face with Colonel Miles Quaritch smiling with a rare warmth and love filled eyes at the baby boy with his blonde curls and her warm chocolate brown eyes . She smiled before a quiet and tired chuckle left her " Wow colonel and all that big talk about being the big bad tough and strict parent you did huh" she teased with a loving little smile. Quaritch nearly jumped out of his chair,he hadn't heard her. "Oh shut up.. even Mansk broke his big tough soldier persona for his little face" he grumbled at Paz but still smiled at her lightly "Here,I think you'd prefer being conscious when you hold him this time" handing the baby to her and she took him and held him against her chest and put her cheek against his soft, blonde, little curls and giggled lightly when he snuggled closer. After a while of holding the baby "Miles" softly left her mouth "Yeah, sweetheart" quaritch muttered from his spot beside her on the hospital bed with his arm around her the other layover her hands holding the baby "Not you" she muttered softly, "Him .. Your Miles Sr now and he's Miles Jr" she smiled at him. He was quiet and stared at her and the perfect little boy she was holding... He's a proud man but he's never felt prouder than now, hearing he would share a name with perfect little baby in his woman's arms. "I don't think I've ever felt this happy except the first time you said I love you back" he whispered in her ear kissing her temple. "Yeah... Me either" she whispered back. They say there for about twenty minutes before the squad snuck in and got beat up for videoing the scene.

Spider stared at the last image on the screen his Mama holding him and Quaritch.. he didn't WANT to believe it.. not after all he'd done.. did want to believe a monster like him could do all that and go back and be a loving father for him and a loving partner for his mother but here was the proof.. maybe Quaritch wasn't as bad as the Na'vi made him out to be..

#miles socorro #miles quaritch #paz socorro #spider socorro #lyle wainfleet #z dog #Walker #maria walker #mansk

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atinyjules · 1 year

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Monalisa's Sister - Renjun

Hi! I am back with another dad au! This time featuring dad!Renjun and his little munchkin Zhanghao so enjoyy! It came out a lot shorter than expected o(╥﹏╥)o

Genre: Dad au, fluff, established relationship

Pairings: Dad!Renjun x Female oc

Warnings: None

Characters: Renjun, Yuri, Zhanghao (4), Ten, Ellie (7) and Xavier (6).

While the rest of the guys along with their families were busy searching for Halloween costumes the Huang family were busy getting their house ready for the annual Neo Family Halloween Party and it was the Huang's turn to host this year's party so the pressure was on for them.

"I'm tiredd!" Hao hao whined and sat down on the floor while holding the box filled with the fake spiders and cobwebs.

"I know but we need to finish on time." Renjun told his son who whined in protest.

"But its two days away!" he whined and walked to their Art studio where his mother was sat on a tall stool painting a large portrait for the party.

"Momma! Do we have to go all out for this party?!" he exclaimed to which she chuckled.

"Ask your dad~" she said while continuing her painting.

"Of course we have to go all out! Not after Haechan's party last year...his family rented out an amusement park!" Renjun exclaimed as Hao Hao smiled.

"That was fun!" he said earning a scowl from his dad.

"See, this is why we need to do something even better!" he exclaimed as his wife sighed.

"Junnie...we don't have to be better than anyone, we just have to host the party our way not try to defeat anyone who did it better the year before." she said as he sighed.

"You're right Yuri...thanks for the reality check." Renjun said and gave a small peck on the lips to his wife who finally got back down from the stool.

"Your welcome-where's Hao Hao?" Yuri asked and looked around when Hao Hao came in with a picture.

"Momma, is this you and dad?" he gave the picture to his mother who gasped in surprise.

"I haven't seen this picture in forever! Its a picture from when I first met your dad!" she exclaimed and handed the picture to Renjun who chuckled and rubbed the picture with his index picture.

"Brings back memories." Renjun said looking at the picture of him as Peter Pan and Yuri as Tinkerbell.

"Momma, did you meet dad on Halloween?" Hao Hao asked his mother as she nodded with a smile.

"We sure did...that was the first time I came to Seoul and your Uncle Ten took me to Uncle Johnny's Halloween party. That's when I stumbled across a very cute and dashing Peter Pan." Yuri said with a chuckled as Renjun smiled at his wife then Hao Hao.

"This was when I met and fell in love with your momma, that's why Halloween for the Huang family is a really special day Hao Hao. If I had never met your momma then you would have never been born so maybe that's why I tend to exaggerate Halloween a little too much." He said as Hao Hao giggled.

"Everything makes sense now! It makes me love Halloween even moree!" Hao Hao exclaimed earning a kiss on the cheek from his mother and a pat on the from his Father.

It was the day of the party and there was some little time left before the guests would start arriving. The Huang's were quickly setting up the finishing touches when the door bell rang.

"I'll get it!" Hao Hao who was dressed as Moomin went to get the door.

"Wassup Moomin~" Hao Hao immediately gasped and threw himself on the man who was dressed up as Monalisa.

"Uncle Ten!" Hao Hao exclaimed as Ten smiled and picked him up.

"Ayy, nice decor...Ten is impressed." Ten said and went out the door.

"Ellie, Xavier! Come in quickly or else no candies!" Ten called out to his own children who came running at the mention of candies.

"Hey Zhanghao!" Ellie exclaimed and gave her younger cousin a hug.

"Ellie! Xavier!" he exclaimed and hugged his cousins.

"Woah! Cool decor!" they both exclaimed when Renjun and Yuri came out of the living room.

"Ten!" Yuri who was dressed as a fairy exclaimed and hugged her big brother.

"Ayy, good thing I wore my iconic outfit again, your outfits remind me of the first time you two met."

"Yeah, who would've thought I would fall for Monalisa's sister." Renjun said pulling Yuri close to him by her waist. As they chatted, their bodies became a distant blur and focussed on the picture that was framed up in the middle of the living room. A picture of Peter Pan and his Tinkerbell in a dimly lit living room.

#nct dream #nct dad au #nct dream dad au #nct renjun dad au #nct dream bad boy au #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream jisung #nct dream chenle #nct dream jaemin #nct dream haechan #nct dream jeno #nct dream renjun #nct dream mark

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damn-stark · 1 year

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Chapter 7 Should I stay or should I go?

Chapter 7 of Moon Star

A/N- Last chapter for a while 🤧

Warning- Violence, angst, FLUFF, and suggested sexual content.

Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader, Spider-Man x Spector!fem-reader

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“1,” you hop, “2,” you hop again. “uh…4?” You hop again.

“3,” your dad interjects. “3 comes after 2.”

You hop over another crack and mutter, “3.”

“What are you doing?” Your dad asks as he realizes how you’re hopping over the cracks on the sidewalk.

You look at him very concerned and answer him, “my friend Marvin says that if I step on a crack on the sidewalk I will break my momma's back.”

Your dad scoffs in amusement and turns you towards a large brick house. “You don’t have a momma,” he mutters.

You giggle up at him and now hop on the crack, “I know,” you retort.

Marc offers you a faint smile before he looks up at the front door and frowns as he hesitates. You immediately notice that he’s in front of the door and not knocking, you see the sad frown, and interject, even if you’re only 5 and don’t understand why.

“Why are you so sad, daddy?”

Marc lets out a sigh and looks down at you again. “It’s just been a long time.”

You blink and look up at the doorbell. “I can ring the doorbell,” you suggest and glance back at him, catching the growing smile on his face.

“Okay, will you?”

You nod eagerly and wait for him to boost you up so you can hit the little white button. Once you hear the doorbell ringing inside your dad puts you down, and you both wait. The more the seconds pass the tighter your dad's hold feels around your hand.

Once that front door opens an old woman with long dark hair appears behind that door and his squeeze turns tighter.

“Marc,” she says before you see her look down at you.

Said man pulls you behind him slightly as if he was trying to hide you from that woman.

“I came to see my dad,” your dad deadpans.

The woman keeps her eyes on you for a moment longer before she turns and disappears into a room. When you don’t see her anymore you look up at your dad again to check on him, and he looks down at you and offers you a faint smile.

“Marc,” a deeper voice cuts in, causing you both to turn your heads back to the door. That’s when you see an old man with curly dark hair like your dad, and black glasses on his face.

“Son,” he says, “where have you been? I’ve been worried….” He trails off as he notices you behind him, and just like the woman, he looks shocked to see you hand in hand with your dad.

“Who is this?” The man asks in a softer voice.

You glance up, and your dad meets your gaze to assure you that it was okay.

“I’m,” you answer and look back at the man. “I’m y/n Spector.”

The man begins to smile. “Well it is very nice to meet you, y/n, I’m Elias.”

You grin. “I know,” you interject. “My daddy says you’re my grandpa.”

The man then looks disbelieved at the mention but doesn’t lose his smile, he actually begins to grin.

“Dad,” your dad deadpans and gains the man’s attention again. “I need you to do me a favor.” He swallows thickly. “I need you to take care of her for today. Just for a few hours…I…I have no one else.”

Without hesitation Elias agrees. “Of course. I would love to. Marc, I didn’t even know you had a kid.”

Your dad sighs. “I do. Now tell her to behave with y/n. If I hear that she hurt my daughter,” he spats. “I will never bring y/n again.”

“She won’t hurt her,” Elias assures your dad. “I promise. She’s changed. Marc—”

“Dad,” Marc cuts him off. “Please. Not now. I need to go.”

Elias sighs and nods slowly, letting your dad turn to face you before he crouches down to be at your level. “I’m going to come back later, okay?”

You nod and begin to frown.

He’s left you before, with Marvin’s mom, but today was different, they weren’t home, and you've never been here. It’s strange. “Okay,” you whisper.

Your dad digs his hand in his pocket and then pulls out the small wooden wolf to hand it to you. “So you know I’ll be with you.”

You smile and hug the little wooden wolf before you throw your arms around him. “Bye, daddy.”

He hugs you back and rubs your back. “Bye, Wolfie.” He pulls back and cups your face. “I love you, baby.”

You grin and don’t hesitate to say it right back. “I love you too, daddy.”

Your dad presses a kiss on your forehead before he stands up and slides the pink backpack strap off his shoulder to hand the purple backpack to Elias. “She has snacks, dinner, and a change of clothes in case she gets dirty. I’ll be back around 9pm.”

Elias nods in comprehension and seems to want to say something, but he just keeps quiet and waves at your dad as he begins to walk away.

“Bye, daddy!” You yell out.

Your dad looks back at waves. “Bye, Wolf!”

You stick outside the door and watch him walk away, when your dad disappears Elias finally breaks the silence. “Do you want to head inside now?”

You look up at the man and nod softly. He then walks you inside, and once the door closes the woman from before walks out from the living room.

“Wendy,” Elias says as he walks up behind you. “This is, y/n, Marc’s daughter.”

The woman stays serious for a moment before she begins to smile, genuinely smiles, and crouches down before you. “Hi, pretty girl. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m your grandma.”

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*NOW*

“I just…I came because I need help. I had…no one else….”

You gasp softly but don’t linger in what that makes you feel, instead you grab his arm and help him through the window. “Oh god,” you strain to murmur.

Spidey groans and just as he puts his two feet on the floor he begins to sway back, causing you to quickly throw his arm around your shoulders to keep him in balance and lead him towards your couch.

“No, I’ll stain the—”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut him off as you sit him down. “Here, I’ll bring my first aid,” you let him know as you let his arm slide off you so you can run and grab your first aid kit once again.

“Hey! So what happened?!” You ask from the bathroom to keep him distracted.

Spidey groans. “I,” he strains to talk. “Run into some trouble.”

“No duh,” you snort and go and grab your goggles off your desk first before returning to him. “What kind of trouble?”

Spidey musters a quiet chuckle and looks back as you approach him. “You tell me what happened since I last saw you first and then I’ll share.”

You squint your eyes and scoff. “Always such a tease, Peter Parker.”

Said guy doesn’t realize what you said right away, he first pulls his hand off his wound as you crouch down in front of him. He lets you clean his wound before he stiffens and scoffs, “Wh-what?”

He’s pretending, how adorable.

You look up at his big white bug eyes and snicker before you put your goggles on, and pull out some of the same tape your dad just used on you.

“H-hey what did you just say? I mean—”

“The other day I went into my place of work to give my dad a tour and I ran into this guy,” you interrupt him to begin explaining yourself. “Same voice as you, same lip shape, and same dimpled chin.” You pull his skin up to put a piece of tape on.

Spidey then begins to laugh nervously and shakes his head. “That can be anyone. I mean I’m not the only one—wait you remember how my lips look like?”

You slowly glance up at him and shoot him a smirk before you grab another tape and look down to repeat the progress. “Don’t go off topic, Peter.”

Spidey scoffs and keeps quiet for a few seconds before he keeps trying to hide the truth. “I’m not him. You’re wrong.”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek and nod slowly as you keep patching up his wound. “Well then riddle me this, the other day, when you helped me with my nose you said my name. You also said my name when you left and I hadn't given it to you because we were using our alias.” you look up at him and continue, “so explain that.”

Spidey goes speechless as he keeps his eyes on you. He doesn’t move, he just stares at you and begins to create an uncomfortable tension, so you continue to help him and assure him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, just know you weren’t that good at keeping your secret from me.”

Another silence passes before Peter raises his other hand to pull off his mask, causing you to pause what you’re doing and look up to meet those same sweet brown eyes Peter Parker had.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads softly. “I just,” he swallows thickly. “I don’t want anyone to know. No one besides you.”

You offer him a gentle smile and nod softly. “Of course. I can keep a secret.” You let your gaze linger before you continue to work on patching him up.

“Now,” he clears his throat. “You. What happened?”

“Well, that red-head you helped me take down, tracked me down and shot me,” you share and scoff. “He totally ruined my bonding day with Steven.”

“Steven?” Peter queries.

You peek up at him and smirk at his question before you assure him. “He’s my dads alter, remember? Steven is my….well, my step dad? Brother? I don’t know, he’s just my dads alter. We were at Coney Island and they ruined our night out.”

Peter hums. “Since you’re here I assume the guy was dealt with?” He probes.

You nod and stick on the last piece of tape on his body. “Yeah,” you say, “my dad helped me take him and his goons down.” You stand up and pull off your goggles. “All done. Now just be careful.”

Peter glances down at his wounds before he meets your gaze with a soft smile. “Thank you, y/n.”

You mirror his smile as you feel your heart flutter at the sound of your name coming from his lips. However, you don’t add anything after his comment, instead you collect all your things and return them to your first aid kit to head back to the bathroom.

“So tell me,” you interject now that everything was resolved whilst you wash your hands. “Why did you break into my place of work?”

The couch springs make noise as Peter gets up, and his voice sounds close as he begins to follow you. “I went to grab some things to upgrade my web fluid. I had gone in for an interview before and saw they had something I needed, so I went back.”

You turn away from the bathroom and come face to face. “Ah,” you add, and smile in amusement. “So you’re not a saint? That’s good to know.” You walk past him to head to your room, hearing him not hesitate to follow.

“You tell me now,” he interjects and parts away to begin wandering around your crafting table. “Do you make all this stuff yourself?”

You put your goggles back in their place and nod before you give him his answer. “Somewhat. My friend, Marvin, helps me sometimes, but,” you sigh and turn to watch him examine all your tech you have out. “It’s mostly all me.”

Peter then leans in and begins to grin brightly. “This,” he points to the nanotech housing unit. “Did you make this?”

You slowly walk over to your table to crouch down across from him and nod. “Yes,” you say and smile proudly. “After I got brought back from being dust for five years, I was told to focus on something to do, so I got to work on that. it’s still a work in progress, you know, I’m not rich so, making it all state of the art will take time.”

Peter begins to nod as he stands up straight. “No, no, I get it. My suit is still a work in progress too, it will take time to upgrade it.”

You stand up straight and meet his gaze with a teasing smirk. “Really, that sucks. I like your new suit.”

Peters lips part and his eyes widen a bit, making you grow cocky.

“I like your,” he begins to stammer. “I like how smart you are.”

You squint your gaze and then giggle as you slowly begin to approach him. “You want to know something else?” You ask a bit smugly.

Peter hums as he watches you get close.

“It’s such a shame hiding such a pretty face under that mask.”

Peter's face begins to grow red, making you begin to grin whilst you stop just a few inches away from him.

“You’re very…very bold.” He stammers.

You scoff. “Yeah. I mean I was shy before, but when I got brought back, I thought what’s the point? Why?” You probe teasingly. “Is it bad?”

Peter shakes his head. “No, no.” He licks his lips, and you catch his gaze falling to your lips before he picks them up to meet your gaze. “I like it! I just—you know. I—”

“Are we going to finally kiss now?” You cut off his nervous stuttering.

Peter blinks repeatedly and parts his lips to answer, but just nods, letting you smile as you lean in to finally do what you wanted to do yesterday, and kiss him.

Peter stays stiff for a few seconds before you feel him return the kiss in a much more gentle manner that makes you smile and then grab his jaw with one hand.

Even if it did seem like you weren’t nervous, your heart is pumping like crazy in your chest, and you keep wondering if this was okay. You still gush inside and smile like some teenage girl who got noticed by her crush for the first time.

“Is…” Peter interjects as he pulls back. “Is this okay?”

You keep your eyes on his lips and nod before you lean in and crush your lips on his again; this time he’s the one that raises both hands to cup your face and pull you in to deepen the kiss.

Now neither of you stop, you only take breaks to catch your breaths. You keep grabbing onto each other like if letting go meant you were going to suddenly disappear. It’s not until you craved more that you pulled back from the kiss, seeing a string of saliva connect between your lips.

“You don’t need to go anywhere do you?” You ask between pants.

Peter shakes his head and leans in again, making you part your lips to wait, but he then pulls back and asks you a question. “You’re not expecting anyone this time are you? Your dad isn’t—”

You shake your haad. “No, no,” you cut him off eagerly. “We’re all good.”

Peter smirks. “Good,” he whispers.

You grin and nod in agreement before he pulls you in first this time and continues to passionately kiss you with no intention to stop anytime soon.

——

*THE NEXT DAY.*

What is it people say about loneliness?

That it’s a disease? A silent killer? A state of mind?

Whatever it is they say, Peter seemed lonely, he hasn’t stopped talking since you woke up, it’s like he’s had so much to say but no one to say it too until now.

But honestly you don’t mind getting bombarded by all this talk, you enjoy hearing him talk.

“Listen to this one,” he suggests and changes the song on his phone to play a different song through the earbuds that you share.

You smile and nod softly. “I like it,” you whisper and grab his phone to play a different song. “Now listen to some good music, Frank Ocean. I love his rendition of Moon River. It's one of my favorites.”

Peter drops his gaze to listen to the song that begins to play in his ear. You glance over at him to watch his reaction, and catch his gaze soften and his lips pull to a faint smile.

“You are very welcome,” you mutter and nudge his shoulder. “I’ll send you more Frank Ocean songs.”

Peter glances over at you to finally meet your gaze, and his smile softens. “I think listening to songs on top of this tower makes a big difference, don’t you think?”

You glance down at the street that’s a hundred feet below your dangling feet and scoff. “No, yeah definitely. It’s lonely up here, no outside noise, just utter fear.”

Peter chuckles. “I won’t let you fall.”

You smirk and press yourself against him. “Please don’t.”

Peter raises his hand to show it to you before he puts it down over yours to show you that he has your hand secured in his.

You roll your eyes and scoff softly before you just mindlessly look at the sky ahead.

“Okay, another question,” he interjects.

You hum and let him continue.

“You and your dad, you seem to be close, are you?”

You begin to smile and nod. “Yeah, we are. I mean like any normal relationship there has been bumps in the road, but we’re healing,” you sigh. “He had me when he was very young. Like, super young. My mom didn’t want the responsibility so she didn’t stay, leaving just my dad and me. It was like that for a long time, so it was hard not to be close.”

Peter nods slowly in comprehension.

“What about his alters?” He continues to probe.

You let out a deep breath and then answer. “As far as I know his only alter is Steven. I only recently found out about him so we’re building our relationship, but! He is very sweet, you have to meet him.” You grin and glance at Peter.

Peter then meets your gaze and nods in agreement. “Yeah, that would be cool. Maybe like before he leaves, like, tomorrow maybe?”

Your eyes widen and immediately you shake your head. “Tomorrow is no good. I have something already planned for tomorrow.” You swallow thickly and avert your gaze. “But they don’t leave until Monday night, we can meet in the morning if you can.”

“Yeah, I can do mornings,” he agrees, making you actually doubtful. Not because you doubted his interest, it felt like he was interested, you definitely were, he’s very sweet and it’s also exciting, not only because he’s Spider-Man. He listens, he doesn’t make you think you’re crazy for the stuff you’ve gotten into over the past year with Layla and your dad. He understands more than anyone else has. You just doubt him because…you can’t believe he’s not just up for a fun time, like sex, and whatever you call your little team ups.

Then again do you want something serious?

“Really?” You probe his question.

Peter shifts around to face you better and nods. “Why not? As long as your dad doesn’t want to kill me.”

You chuckle, “I don’t know, I can’t guarantee he won’t try, my dad is very protective, but that’s why we’re going to talk to Steven.” You lick your lips and continue to probe about your previous worry. “Are sure that you want to…uh, hang out again?”

Peter offers you a shy smile and nods. “I’m sure, I mean….you’re like very cool, and nice…and like…pretty…”

You begin to smile shyly but hide it well. “I think you’re pretty cool too.”

Peter laughs softly. “Thanks,” he says.

Your gaze linger on each other for a moment longer before you look away and add a question yourself, something not personal since what he has answered about his life has been so bleak already. You don’t want to make him feel any more sad.

“Okay, favorite adventure, go.”

Peter hums and looks at the sky ahead as he comes up with his answer. However, it’s as he’s thinking that you see him grow sad again, causing you to feel bad.

Nevertheless he answers. “Probably the one where I teamed up with other versions of myself from different multiverses.”

You blink in disbelief and snap your gaze over to him. “What?” You gasp. “You’re fucking with me.”

Peter goes smug and shakes his head. “No. I’m being serious.”

You blink rapidly and feel your mind race. “So you’re telling me it’s true? About multiple universes? Like everything?”

Peter nods. “Yep.”

“Huh…wow…” you trail off and shift around to probe further about that, ending up in a deep conversation about different theories, everything that just came to mind really. It was never ending, you two were like on fire, and finally you felt understood.

Well, Marvin is smart, he understands some science stuff, but not as much as Peter does, he actually goes in depth with you and geeks over the same things. It felt nice….

——

*SUNDAY*

It’s a simple grab planned to perfection. As far as the artifacts go they aren’t worth millions so the security won’t be as tight. And the item the contact is paying you to take isn’t a diamond, nor some old painting, it’s a statue of a head made of clay. If all goes well, and your partner does what he’s meant to do, you won’t be chased or shot at.

That’s if he doesn’t feel all trigger happy.

“<Sweetheart,” your dad comes through the small comm piece in your ear. “I’m inside. You?>”

You walk up to the desk and hand the greeter your fake invitation Marvin helped you print out. He looks at it, turns it and flashes a light over the piece of paper, making you widen your feigned smile.

The guy lifts his eyes and bores his dull dark eyes in you for a second before sighing and letting you inside.

“Y/N?”

When you walk into the lobby lit by diamond chandeliers you slowly make your way towards the open hall that is already filled with people dressed up ridiculously expensive. They’re all mostly old too.

“<Yes,” you answer in Spanish. “They let me in.>” You move back the bangs from your wig and stop just as you get under the double door doorway, and search for the auction room.

“<Are you sure about this wig thing? It’s making my head itchy.>”

The hall is just past the ballroom filled with just circle tables.

“<Yes, I told you already why it’s important, if you complain anymore I’ll replace you with someone else, Pa,>” you mutter and glance at the time on your watch.

There’s still an hour for the African artifacts to be auctioned. It should give him time to place the gadget on the fuse box and generator, and then go to the vents.

“<Yeah because your friend can drive you outta here like me?>” He counters all smugly.

You roll your eyes as you head to the bar and retort. “<We don’t need to get in a high speed chase if you do what I ask, so please, please don’t be impulsive today.>” You offer some old woman with a badly positioned wig on her head a smile as she shoots you a weird look when she catches you “talking alone”.

“<Impulsive?>” Your dad snorts and chuckles. “<Baby, I am not impulsive. People just piss me off.>”

You reach the bar and take a seat to pull out your phone to pretend to be talking on it.

“<Remember this, anger is never a bad thing, okay? You just need to know how to use it,” he continues to say. “—okay I made it to the electrical room, it’s in the exact place you said it would be.>”

You smile proudly and nod. “‘Course it is, I planned this to perfection. Just follow the instructions and it should all be simple, okay?”

The bartender walks up to you and asks for your ID, so you show him a fake one and he falls for it, letting you order a fruity drink.

“<Yeah,” your dad sighs. “You’re the boss….” He pauses and you hear a metal door squeak open before he assures you. “The circle thing you gave me is on. Now on to the generator.>”

You let out a relieved sigh and get your drink handed to you. “Okay, good. Good. I have some time to kill, so we have time.” You swallow thickly and pick up your drink to take a long chug.

“<Hm. Up the stairs until I reach the top, generator is under the brick shed, yes?>” He double checks.

You pull away from the bar and nod. “<Yes. And the ventilation system is all managed from that same ceiling. I’ll let you know when to throw it in. I’ll then take the artifact and bam, we leave from there. Go get dessert and head home. Easy,” you mumble. “It should be easy.>”

“<Hey,” he interjects softly as he hears your worry. “It’s going to work. It’s a good plan. Have faith, you’re smart, sweetheart.>”

You smile softly and nod slowly.

“<I’ll go silent now, I’ll let you know when I reach the ceiling, okay? Be calm, you're going to be fine. If anything takes a wrong turn you tell me and I will meet you down there, got it?>”

You draw in a deep breath and nod again. “<Yeah, got it,” you breathe out. “You let me know if you have questions or if anything goes wrong too.>”

There’s one last hum before there’s silence, finally letting you take time to study the high ceilings with their white lights, all the tall glass windows that overlook other tall glass buildings. You look at the walls as you slowly make your way to stand by a window to pass time, and just as you read on the blueprints, there’s vents that let out the heat. In each corner are security cameras albeit.

With luck Marvin still has them down and no one has gotten them to get working, leaving your face out of any surveillance.

This hall is also filled with middle aged people, and old people who don’t try to bother you. They never tended to anyway, if you left them alone and didn’t make eye contact they tend to mind their business. Plus here most of them were busy getting drunk for free, listening to some real jazz band, and wasting all their money. No one cared about you.

No one cares that an hour passed, your dad did what he was meant to do, and no one came to talk to you. At least not until now just as you were trying to head to the auction hall.

“Hello there beautiful lady,” some old man with obviously dyed black hair greets you.

You offer him a gentle smile, but that’s it.

“Drink?” He offers you a chámpame glass.

You lift your cup and shake your head. “Thank you, but I have my glass, thanks though.” You walk away and he follows.

“I see you’re all alone, seeing such a pretty girl all by her lonesome is such a shame.”

For who?

“I’m here with my girlfriend,” you lie.

Usually with some old people saying that you’re with the same sex partner makes them all upset, and they either tend to say their discomfort or leave. You’re hoping he leaves you be.

The old man stays quiet for a second before he smiles and shows off a gold tooth. “Oh, are you? That’s nice.”

Of course he’s one of the progressive old people.

“Well, if she’s just as pretty as you then the more the merrier.” He says unashamedly.

You feign a grin and nod slowly. “Well she’s off somewhere so I don’t think she’ll join me,” you try to get him off your back as you reach the hall.

“Well you let her know that I will keep you company,” he says with a chuckle whilst he takes a seat on the third row right by your side.

You feign a laugh. “Alright.” You take out your phone and text your dad in Spanish in case this old man is looking.

You

You put your phone down and watch the first artifact be auctioned, but it’s not the one you need so you keep quiet.

“You know,” the man adds, making you bite the inside of your cheek as he’s continuing to annoy the shit out of you. “You seem too young to be into this stuff, are you a lover of the—”

Oh god.

“And you are too old to be hitting on me,” you can’t hold back your annoyance anymore and spat back, “so please leave me alone before I get security.” You shoot him a toothy grin, causing the man to shoot you a glare before he gets out of his seat and walks off as he grumbles under his breath. Your phone then buzzes, and you’re relieved to see it's your dad.

Marc

You smile softly to yourself and catch something else get offered, but it’s still not the one you’re here for. However, so as to not be suspicious you pretend to be interested and offer a price.

“10K. We have 10k from the young lady anyone else want to double it?” The announcer exclaims.

You look around and bite harder onto your cheek.

“Here!” Some woman yells from behind you.

Fuck thank god!

The announcer continues to sell the item but you don’t offer any money and just continue watching, and watching, until finally forty minutes later the item you want is finally rolled out.

You

It’s getting auctioned.

There’s no answer, but a second passes, the lady says a price and some man raises the price, but the lights then all shut off.

Murmurs and screams of fear go off, letting you go on your watch to connect to your nano-tech to make them make an air mask that covers your entire face now that you’re covered by the darkness.

Phones should be pulling out, and flashes should be turned on since the lights aren’t turning on. But before anyone can flash them on, your dad goes on the comms.

“<And…it’s out. Your mask, is it on?>”

You hum in agreement and without any setbacks, a thick mist begins to be shot out from every single vent, whilst ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’ by Ramones begins to blast from every speaker on the ground and ceiling.

Was it really necessary to play music? No, not at all, but it adds a certain flair, and it scares the shit out of people so it is preferred.

Regardless, now that everyone in every room can't move a single muscle, they all fall to the ground with loud thuds that echo throughout the building. No one can even speak, all they do is groan out of distress, leaving your opening.

10 minutes to be exact before the gas begins to wear off on certain folks.

You get out of your seat and turn on the night mode that you have on your lenses from the mask, before you begin to carefully step over the bodies of some of the people that had fallen over the pathway.

“<I’m going to be heading out, I’ll meet you outside,>” your dad says through the comms.

You hum again and bite your lip as you reach the stage. Before you can take the artifact however you turn on your watch to activate a system on your lenses to detect for some invisible security measures.

You check and check, but….so far…so good.

“Excuse me,” you tell the announcer lady in her plum purple dress as you step over her arm and snatch the clay artifact from the white stand.

As you do however, the lady begins to groan, so you peer down and smile at her behind your mask. You then offer her an innocent wave before you stride away and hurry to the emergency stairs placed at the west end of the room, and run down.

“I’m on my way, west exit,” you interject through the comms. “I have it.”

The floor you were on was only on the third story of the building so it doesn’t take long to reach the back exit that leads outside.

“<I’m on my way,” your dad lets you know. “With no kind distraction.>”

You huff out and try not to smile so you don’t somehow jinx this easy going heist, instead you just scoff audibly and push the back door open and walk out to a dimly lit alleyway. You hide the artifact behind you since you have no bag or anything and just slowly walk towards the street, but keep hidden under the shadows of the night until your dad approaches you in the car he rented.

Even when you get in the car though you keep from celebrating, and keep your dad from saying anything on the regard. You just keep your masks and wigs on and drive in silence. You don’t even look back to where you had left from, you keep your eyes ahead and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

You check your watch for any news, but nothing, instead a message comes in from Marvin.

Marvin

How is it going?

You let out a deep sigh and text back.

You

Can't say yet, but we’re out, you can get out of the system now. Call you later.

The watch doesn’t buzz, and you keep quiet. Besides your pounding heart all you feel is your dad's stare every few seconds, and the tension that lurks in the car.

It’s not until you reach a more isolated street that has homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk that he parks the car in a alleyway that is occupied by more people.

“<Okay, change,>” your dad mutters.

You grab your backpack from the back and shove the artifact inside before you have the mask unformed, revealing your sweat covered face. You proceed to take your wig off and shove it inside the backpack before you pull out some shoes and a hoodie.

Your dad grabs his own backpack and does the same before he reverses the car and heads to your house. Even still you can't dare to relax, you feel your body stay tense, even when you reach your house and close the door behind you.

“Fuck,” you mumble and slide down to the floor.

Your dad turns around and begins to laugh there in the darkness since you can’t even turn the lights on, all you can muster is enough energy to sit in the darkness and pant while he laughs.

“<Thay was amazing, sweetheart, you’re home. You did good.>”

Your lips twitch to a smile, but you still can’t process what you just did. Your dad sees that so he turns the light on in your living room, he walks to your small tv and turns it on to the local news where they broadcast what had happened at the auction, he then walks over to the kitchen and pops something in the microwave first.

Once that’s done he walks back to the living room and places something on the coffee table, before he walks back to you to grab your arms and peel you off the ground to drag you to your couch.

“<See. No cameras were turned on. No suspects, they won’t know it’s us. You did it.>”

You blink and finally tune in on the TV.

“…WE’LL GO BACK TO YOU TODD, AND COME BACK IN A FEW MINUTES WITH WITNESSES OF THE EVENT.”

You swallow thickly and scoff softly, but still can’t believe that you’re home.

“<Cinnamon pretzel?>” Your dad offers you as he waves the snack in his hand, throwing sugar all over the place.

You look at the microwaved pretzel and then at him….

He’s really okay with this. No argument, no anger, he’s actually happy, proud.

“<Come on, it’s your favorite.>” he says.

You lift your gaze to meet his, and begin to smile before you take it and pull out the unscathed artifact from your backpack.

“<See and I didn’t act on impulse.>” He adds, making you look at him and chuckle, whilst happy tears escape out of your eyes as you finally free yourself from that concern and stress that had been forming a dark cloud over you, keeping you from actually celebrating that your first solo mission that wasn't planned by Layla went well.

“<You did it,” your dad says with a smirk. “You FUCKING DID IT!>”

You put down the artifact and nod before finally relishing in the excitement. “I DID IT!” You jump off the couch and begin to jump up and down, making the sugar from your pretzel fly everywhere.

“WE DID IT!” You stop and face your dad with a beaming grin. “<Thank you, pa,>” you laugh.

Your dad offers you a grin. “<It was all you, baby.>”

You offer him another smile before you fall back on the couch and hook your arm around his as you cuddle next to him.

“<Why don’t we watch a movie,” he suggests and changes it from the tv station. “Celebrate with a bunch of junk food and relax.>”

“I like that plan,” you whisper and take a bite from your pretzel.

Your dad wraps an arm around your shoulders and leans down to press a kiss on the top of your head before he pulls you back on the couch with him. Silence lingers as you choose a movie to watch, but once that movie begins to play, he breaks the silence in a soft whisper.

“<You know I love you, right? I’d do anything for you. All you gotta do is say the word and I will be here.>”

You look up at him and smile softly as you nod.

It’s still weird that he’s personality is a bit more blunt, that he hasn’t stopped talking Spanish since Friday night, but he hasn’t been afraid to say what he feels. He's a bit harsh with his words, more violent, but he’s been sweet to you. He’s been…different in a good way.

“I know,” you whisper. “I love you too, pa.”

He hums softly before he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. He stays quiet after that and watches the movie with you.

And just like he had assured you before, everything about the mission went well. No police came. The news don’t say anything either of your names, or put your faces on any broadcast or article. Everything went well.

——

*A FEW DAYS LATER*

The music in your ears begins to boom, but the wrong song plays so you pull your phone out of your pocket and change it, catching ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go’ by The Clash play next.

You smile faintly and put your phone back as you approach the front entrance of your apartment building. You hop up the cement steps and reach for the glass door, but in that moment it opens and a neighbor from the same floor as you throws the door open and walks out, making you quickly slide inside before the door closes.

The phone in your pocket then buzzes again, so as you climb up the stairs you pull it out and see Peter had texted you.

Peter

Be there in 10

You smile and type out your answer, but another message pops up.

Peter

Okay maybe 20!

You scoff and nod.

You

Sure, sure take your time

You shove your phone away and run up the stairs as you get a weird chill on the back of your neck. And once you reach your floor you pull out your keys and quickly run to your house to rapidly unlock it and get it as if you were being chased, even if no one was around. It just feels that way all the time when you’re alone.

And the moment you're inside your house you slam the door shut and lock it quickly before you throw your backpack aside, and throw your keys on the couch. You kick your shoes off, and go on your watch to make the current song you’re listening to play on the loudspeaker under your tv.

Now that you’re in the comfort of your own home you let your shoulders fall as you ease up, and begin to bop your head along to the song as you head towards your room to change into more comfortable clothes.

However, it’s as you’re now a foot away from your door that you notice that it’s partially closed; and you remember that you had left it fully open before. You didn’t leave any windows inside or out in the living room open. No one else stays here, your dad left a few days ago, it shouldn’t be open…..

You bring your pace to a slow tip toe and pull your crescent dagger out, you turn the music up higher, but it then gets shut off, leaving you in silence that lets you hear the pounding of your heart before there’s additional footsteps that come from within.

You don’t say anything albeit to warn them, instead you pull off your other dagger and kick the door open, catching a woman with a long dark coat on; a bag strapped over her shoulder, and her dark hair in a bun.

“It’s okay,” she breaks the silence, but doesn’t make you stop from approaching. “I am not here to hurt you, y/n.”

What the hell? How does she know your name?

“You have ten seconds to say what you’re doing here?!” You scowl, and stop just as you reach your table in the middle of the room since she’s standing by your window at the other side of your table.

“I came for this,” she says and turns around to show you the artifact that you had taken from the auction. “I said I would contact you, remember?”

She has a single purple streak in her black hair, big silver hoops on her ears, she has thin lips, and an overly nice smile that’s off putting.

She’s also wearing a lot of burgundy.

You keep your arms up and your hands wrapped around your daggers as you scoff and snap back. “You didn't contact me, you broke into my house.”

The older woman chuckles and nods. “I thought it would make a dramatic entrance.”

You narrow your gaze and glance around to see if there was anyone around.

But it seems that she’s alone.

“You’re here, you got what you needed now, pay up,” you deadpan. “My friend will be here soon, he’s not so nice with strangers that break into people’s homes.”

The lady scoffs softly, and nods in comprehension whilst she reaches in her pocket and pulls out a thick envelope that doesn’t even close, and throws it on the table.

“It’s all there,” she says. “Every penny.”

You glance at the stack of money, but don’t reach for it yet, instead you keep your glare on the lady and wait for her to leave.

Yet she stays and her smile only turns more cocky. “Of course,” she adds. “You could get more from where that came from. And not just money.”

You squint your gaze in confusion and shift your head to the side as you actually also find your interest piqued.

“I mean how would you like to be known as the people’s hero, hm?” She queries as if she’s seen in your mind, as if she knows your dreams and doubts.

As if she knows your fears, and as if she’s seen the scales you got read a few months ago.

Does she know?

“You’d be appreciated for your work, not working for some overly rich company that doesn’t even pay you,” she continues trying to persuade you. “You could move on from these scraps,” she laughs and picks up your nano-tech housing unit that was built from scraps and a metal that was cheap enough to buy in bulk.

“You could be the next Tony Stark,” she says.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Please. I don’t want to be the next Tony Stark.”

The lady scoffs and shakes her head. “Of course not. No, not the next Tony Stark, you, my lovely, can be better. You just need the money, and the right material.” She begins to smirk at you before she bangs the clay head statue against your table and breaks it, causing something small to fall onto her palm.

“What if I could offer you this,” she continues to add, and drops the broken pieces of clay to then lift her hand and show off a small shard of a glowing blue and black metal between her thumb and pointer finger. It’s…

“Holy shit,” you mumble and slowly begin to drop your hands back to your sides as you recognize what that glowing metal is. “Is that Vibranium?” You ask and meet her gaze.

She nods. “Yes. Tell me what could you make with this? More of this?” She points to the nano-tech.

You scoff and nod slowly. “Yes. I mean I could make a shit load of stuff. I could make it fully bulletproof with that.”

The lady begins to grin and places the shard of vibranium down on your table. You glance at it and then glance at her.

“What’s the catch?” You probe and once again begin to narrow your gaze. “Why have me keep it? This is valuable. I’m just a kid.”

The lady begins to approach you with her overly nice smile and answers you. “All I need is your brain. And you, working for me. And my team.” She reaches in her pocket again and this time pulls out a white card that she hands to you.

“Okay,” you whisper and drop your gaze to read the words that are printed on it. “Valentina Allegra De Fontaine.”

Without any doubt, as her words, “…how would you like to be known as the people’s hero, hm?”, echoe in your head, you confidently lift your chin and shoot her a smirk, before you give in to her offer.

“What do I need to do?”

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☀️Knight and Day🌙

Part 1: Estrellita✨

Part 3: The Little Sunspot🍼

Moonknight Masterlist

Description: Moonboys as Girl dads. As god intended. Point blank period.

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID as made cannon by the show, AFAB/ female identifying reader, depictions of childbirth, implications of sexy times, tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: This thing is long as hell, appreciate my love for you. They’re girl dads damn it! You’ll Never convince me otherwise! I love them! Reader is now Desi, because my momma is Desi. Beti= Daughter Beta= son Poti= grand daughter Nani= grandma Nana= Grandfather. Spanish you can use google translate or translate app for, Urdu is hard. (Also, tagging @castizell cause they asked all nice like.)

🌘🌔🌒

When you found out you were pregnant, it was a huge deal for your little families, but no two (four?) people were more excited than Cassie and your boys. You never had to worry about a thing, 3 am need for icecream? Jake is already driving to the store. Back aching? Marc will stand and hold your belly from behind as long as you need, arms shaking, with a smile on his face at how peaceful you look with your head leaning on his shoulder. Pregnancy hormones? Steven is eager to please in any form, from tears to tantrums, he’s there with a keen ear and able hands. Need a hand? Cassie is more than eager to help you tie shoes (Steven taught her how to do that), pick up a mess, or make everyone leave you alone with a bossy shout and a pout.

They were perfect angels right off the bat. Marc was scared, very, very scared. When he found out it was a girl? He was even worse. Worried about how he would perform as a father, worrying about wether or not he could handle the stress and chaos without becoming like… Well he didn’t want to think about that, but he was convinced that by the gods, he needed more practice. So, Cassie became a staple in your home pretty much immediately. Anytime she would ask to come over when Marc was fronting, she was always met with an enthusiastic yes. Marc would insist on caring for her. Offering to take her to dance for her (extremely) busy parents, cooking dinner for all of you, teaching her some of the Torah. (Yes, he taught her some of the Torah, good to get the practice in now. Your baby would be born to the wrong Jewish parent, her not being born of a Jewish mother, but you’d never had a DNA test, so who knows. He had forgotten a lot of it himself, so teaching Cassie also served as a brush up for him. All of the pregnancy stuff made him slowly start to reconnect with his father, they weren’t chomping at the big to see each other in person again, but at least there was a conversation there.) Regardless, Marc really liked hanging out with Cassie, and so did you, so it really didn’t bother you, except when they used her baby dolls to practice diaper changing. You didn’t understand how a plastic baby could cause so much mess, but if it kept Marc from bolting, you weren’t about to complain.

“Oh man, Purim was fun!” You giggled smoothing your hands over your stomach. It wasn’t super prominent, but it was steadily growing bigger.

“Yeah! I can’t even believe Cassie remembered the songs! Shocked honestly! I thought she could only memorize Frozen! She was also the cutest little Spider-Man I’ve ever seen.” Marked laughed, a little more drunk than you had realized earlier. “And your Dad reeeally loved the booing for Hama-“ you interrupted him by booing and he laughed even harder. Nuzzling his way into your chest to stifle his laughter

“Also, you totally cheated by just wearing your Moonknight costume!” You laughed, “We set the costume theme for Heroes, and you cheated!”

“I cheated? What about you!? Should I be questioning Matt about your costume? Huh? Dressing up as Daredevil babe, really? Matt even dressed up like you! Are you two secretly kissing?“ he giggled wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“No you big dork!” You laughed again. “The star of the show though was Peter! Dressing up as the Punisher? Brilliant. Did you see how pissed Matt was when he realized!? Priceless.”

You sighed, nuzzling into him fondly. “Also, really glad May sent home some of her Matzoh ball soup, I’ve been craving it for weeks!”

“I made you Matzoh yesterday!” He laughed, peeking up at you from where he had wrapped firmly around you, and you grinned mischievously, “Was that what that was supposed to be?”

“Babe! That’s mean!”

Steven was his normal stream of knowledge, it now just had a differing theme. Baby fever had come over him, and his weakness? Books. The baby already had a library, all kinds of books, every shape and size and color. Cardboard, hardbacks, signed copies, silly ones, sad ones, classics, myths, sci-fi, fantasy, it didn’t matter. Anything Steven fancied reading with the baby, he got it. He also wrote little notes in the books as to why he picked them. You never questioned him on this, but you read every single one with a grin.

‘This one is about strength and bravery, you can do anything my love! Don’t let anyone look down on you because you’re young. Thank the Gods you’re smarter than I am, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card)

‘This one is about the importance of compassion and kindness, stay gentle darling. Proud of you always, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo.)

‘This one is about how silly peoples brains can be. Life can be a struggle, and your daddies and I understand. If you need help, without judgment, your mom and I are always here. Me and my silly noggin love you always, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of It’s Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini.)

‘If you want a good story about some gods, you can read it here. I’ll tell you my stories one day, but it’s not today. Sorry kiddo Love, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan)

‘No change is made without strong people sticking up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. I’m rooting for you darling. Always in your corner, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of The Hunger Games by Susan Collins)

‘Women are powerful, let nobody tell you other wise. You cannot be contained. Standing with bolt cutters, ready to set you loose on the world, Love, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of Circe by Madeline Miller.)

‘Hard things happen, but you’ll always have me and mommy when you need us. Supporting you always, Love,Dad.’ (Written in a copy of The Struggle Bus by Julie Koon.)

‘I am odd, and that’s ok. I know it can be hard to live with a daddy that is always changing while you change too, but just so you know, however we change. Our love for you never will. Love, Dad” (Written in a copy of I am Odd, I am New by Benjamin Giroux)

‘We love you no matter what you love! You will always be the most fascinating person I know. Do big things, dream big dreams. Love, Dad.’ (Written in a copy of Except when they don’t by Laura Gehl.)

‘Well kiddo, all daddies are different. And that okay! Your daddy is different in a special way, you got three in one! No matter which one it is, we all love you. Love, dad.’ (Written in a copy of Some Daddies by Carol Gordon Ekster.)

Steven over the course of nine months also really enjoyed reading to your ever growing belly, books of all kinds. Your baby girl constantly kicked, but when her Daddy was reading, she was as quiet as a mouse.

Steven loved the copy of Some Daddies the most. When he first saw it in the store, he was curious, so he bought it. When he read it, he cried. You lay next to Steven and rubbed his back while he read the book his head laying on your ever growing belly.

“Every daddy is different, every child is too!” He sniffled, placing a gentle kiss on your belly. “Oh man little one, your daddies are all very different I guess, but we all love you just the same. Keep baking in there alright? We can read more when you come out!” He whispered leaning up to kiss you too.

“Oh god, you are gonna be such a good dad!” You chuckled with watery eyes and kissed him softly. You really were a lucky woman.

Jake, as always, found a way to surprise you the most. This time, his surprise came in the form of taking over the nursery, and while he worked on it, he didn’t let a single other one of you know what he was doing. Every day, packages arrived, and under threat of… something, Jake hadn’t exactly divulged what the punishment was but none of you cared to find out, you put the packages outside the nursery door and left it closed. He came in and out of the room whenever he fronted with paint and boxes and toys and Steven’s books. Frequent banging and the sounds of soft punk rock fluttered out of there every once in a while, and you couldn’t contain your curiosity.

All three of you had tried to peak once, but somehow Jake’s fatherly sixth sense had developed early, and you hadn’t been able to catch sight of it.

“No peaking Cariño!” He startled you one day as your hand rested on the knob.

“Jake! Oh gosh, baby please? I just want a sneak peak?” you pleaded with those eyes and the low cut top that nearly always worked, but he just chuckled and pissed your pity lips.

“Nope! Lo verás cuando haya terminado.” He smiled and ushered you in the opposite direction. Steven couldn’t even grasp the handle, and Marc had smacked himself on the back of the head on more than one occasion. They only people allowed in the room? Allison and Cassie. You had seen them whispering and conspiring for weeks, your sister even going so far as to spend the night in the nursery once or twice to finish up work and keep you out. You loved how closely she bonded with the boys while it was happening.

“She’s gonna love it!” Allison squealed quietly, smacking your loving boyfriend over and over again on the shoulder with a smile. Jake shook his head and smiled at his sister in law while Cassie giggled. It warmed your heart to see how well he got along with them.

“Don’t worry about the nursery Hermana mía, he’s done. Allison is so excited for him to show you, they all really put the work in on this one. Cassie loved helping out.” Your brother in law smiled and rubbed your shoulder placing a kiss on your head. “They plan on showing you tomorrow, but you didn’t hear that from me.” He said with a conspiratorial wink.

“Oh Gracias, hermano, I’m dying to see it.” You huffed rubbing your belly.

“You know, I can hear you right hermano?” Jake groused from across the room. Your brother in law made a face that said yikes, and started running, dodging his angry wife and child as they chased him around the yard.

“You know what querida? It’s done, why don’t I show you now?” He smiled wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you towards your home.

Jake heard the hearty consent of his alters from reflections in the glasses from dinner and mirrors in the hall.

“Finally! We were left in the dark for too long mate!“ Steven sighed “I hope you made a place for all the books.”

“Yeah! I hope you got that Moonknight bear I saw, it’s too good of an opportunity to pass up.” Marc chuckled. “She’s gonna love it I’m sure!” He said when he noticed his normally immovable alter fidget nervously with his flat cap.

He opened the door to the rooms and an uncharacteristic silence took over the room. The nursery was stunning in hues of soft pinks and oranges, motifs of the desert covered every surface, including pictures of you and your husband in the desert on the walls. There was a camel shaped toy basket, little plush cactuses, and the tiny Moonknight bear tucked into the Moses basket in the corner of the room. The mural on the wall, (clearly painted by your sister) had a sun and moon motif, and a tiny mobile of the moon and stars with a tiny Konshu sitting in the moon hung above the cradle. Steven’s books were tucked into cabinets that were able to display all of their colorful title and shapes, there was even a framed Hebrew writing on the wall for Marc, though what it said had not been divulged yet.

“What’s it say?“ you said pointing to the framed writing with tears in your eyes.

“Uh, it’s the baby’s name? I know we hadn’t all settled, but in Latin cultures it is very common to have three names, so I figured why not go with all three of the ones we like? So it says, Aurora Ayla Elena Spector.” He shuffled his feet as he gestured around the room, “I went with a desert theme, because it seemed like it could be cute sabes? And there’s a little bit of everything in here. ¿Qué te parece?” You we’re quiet for a moment tears streaming down your cheeks that ached with your smile.

“It’s perfect!” You burst, throwing your arms around Jake with a sob. “Look at all of this! You did this? I’m amazed! you are so perfect! God! Could I be any more lucky? Podría besarte ahora mismo, ¡esto es lo más sexy que has hecho! Holy shit babe!” Jake chuckled at your clear excitement and smiled at his alters in the two mirrors he purposefully placed at angles where they could see the whole of the room.

“Jake, this is amazing! I love the shelves! They are perfect for this space!” Steven smiled, gesturing to the mobile “And the little Konshu? Adorable.”

“You really out did yourself man,” Marc smiled shaking his head, “It’s just her style. I love it. The Hebrew is amazing, who did it?” Jake smiled at him sadly, and Marc nodded with a sour expression. “I’m glad he knows, really I am, I just- I don’t. We can talk about it later.”

“Jake? It’s perfect.” You heard from the door way from a voice you hadn’t heard in a while, you whirled around and stood in the door with your sister’s arms wrapped around her shoulders was your mother.

“Momma!” You cried, flinging yourself into her arms.

“Oh my, it’s ok beti, I’m here now!” She laughed patting you on the back. “I didn’t know you wanted me to come so badly, but my mischievous little granddaughter face timed me about you crying and figured I would fly in a bit earlier.” You looked down to see Cassie clutched into your moms Sari and you

Sniffled petting her head affectionately. It seems she had been just as doting in her secret project as Jake had been.

“Surprise Tía! I know you wanted Nanni to come earlier, but you wouldn’t tell anybody, so I told the grownups and she’s here!” Cassie squealed squeezing your mother’s legs. “Was that ok? Did I do a good thing?” She said with wide eyes staring at all of her favorite women in adoration.

“Poti you have never done a thing wrong in your life!” You heard and saw your father hanging out with Andreas at the door. You cried a little harder and threw yourself at your dad sniffling.

“I’m so happy!” You wept as your dad gently swayed you back and fourth. He patted your back and smiled.

“I’m so glad your happy!” Cassie squealed, bouncing up and down in place.

Then, something unexpected.

“Oh my god,” you giggled, watching as Juno winked at you over your Father’s shoulders, you felt your back spasm, and knew it could only mean one thing. “Well, you have actual divine timing, I’m going into labor.”

The room exploded into action as you laughed with Juno, who was quick to reach out and grasp your back as the whole room scurried around you in a blur of excitement. Marc suddenly was thrust to front and startled your parents as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh thank god!” Your dad laughed, “Good to see you Marc, I thought you might have just been passing out.” He said clapping him on the back.

“No, I didn’t, but I think Jake just did, he’s being mighty quiet in there.” He laughed, shooing Juno away from you as he began to support your weight. “You guys stick around and unpack, I’ll get her to the hospital, and call when it’s closer to showtime.” He said with a wink, helping you down the stairs.

“Ok Beta!” Your mother waved, “it was good to see you Marc, Say hello to Steven! We will clean up a bit and meet you there!” She waved and ushered you all out of the house, your sister and her family were all stood at the bottom of the steps, she held out Jake’s keys to Marc and gestured towards the car.

“We got the bag put away, the car seat is in tight- don’t say a damn word, I am just concerned about my Niece’s safety- Also? Jake? So help me god buddy, you better get your ass back out here, Marc is a terrible fucking driver-“

“Hey!” Marc exclaimed with a giggle, you openly laughed while whimpering in pain as Andreas helped you into the car.

“Don’t hey me buddy, you can’t drive to save your life- If my sister dies before I meet my niece I’m gonna kill you!” She grumbled slapping his keys into his palm. Marc tensed up and Jake was back again, kissing Allison on the cheek and patting her on the shoulder. “Very good, now drive fast pendejo, I wanna meet that baby in a hospital, not your back seat!”

“Sí, Los llevaré a salvo, no te preocupes.” With that Jake jumped in the front seat and you were off. One fast, yet oddly smooth, car ride later, and you and your boys had arrived. Marc took care of the whole checking you in thing, as he was the technical biological father, and then Steven took over for the whole birthing thing. You wouldn’t need to be in the hospital this early with a normal birth, but your doctor had declared that the baby’s positioning had put you at a bit of a higher risk, and he wanted to monitor her position closely just in case, so you were set to be here for a while. You were worried, as it was going to be more painful than normal and the risk of death was- it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t going to happen. It would all be fine.

Steven was an angel, feeding you ice chips, reading to you, rubbing your back, requesting ‘all the drugs’ for you while you were sleeping, calling your parents and sister with updates, truly keeping a calmer head than you thought he would. He was doing amazing.

You were laying, face pressed in his neck, one of his hands gently stroked your belly, his other holding the book he was reading to you while you practically slept in his arms, when Juno reappeared dressed in scrubs, for some reason.

“Hello, Juno! How’s our favorite Roman goddess then?” Steven asked, petting your head in an attempt to roust you to speak with your patroness.

“Owe, Juno? Oh she got stuck in Paris didn’t she. Well shit, this is fine.” You sighed, coming to terms with your divine doula very quickly.

“Go back to sleep, I hate she’s stuck but honestly I was kinda hoping she wouldn’t make it. I wanted to do it.” She waved with a smile, coming to readjust your monitors, checking how far along you were, instructing Steven on where to press his hand to relieve the most pressure in your aching back. She did a little more than a normal Doula, but as a patient advocate and birthing partner, you both couldn’t ask better than a goddess. As the hours continued to pass, Steven and Juno made sure you were comfortable, and helped you to get as much rest as physically possible while you were in so much pain.

“This is kind of you Juno, we really do appreciate it.” He sighed as you began to wake slightly, another contraction hitting your lower back with intensity.

“I’m honestly kinda shocked Konshu isn’t here.” You grumbled at one point after Juno grumbled with your doctor about comfortable birthing positions for you.

“Oh, that silly old bird has gone to find Taweret in order to bargain for an easier birth. He really can be a softy when he wants to!” She chuckles. “It’s very sweet of him, a little more added help is always welcome in these scenarios.” She smiled, smoothing your hair from your face.

“Thanks for your help my lady,” you smiled again, “truly, we aren’t worthy of such a divine companion in all this!”

“My child, you’ve proven yourself worthy for me time and time again, helping you with this is the least I can do.” Juno smiled brightly as she helped you to sit up in Steven’s lap.

“Damn, even my patron likes you more than me!” Steven chuckled, “he’s going to talk to a goddess for you, and he calls me a worm.” He says rolling his eyes while you laugh through your pain.

“Ok sweet girl, it’s show time. Steven? You might wanna move honey.” Juno smiled, going to retrieve your nurse.

About seven hours and a quickly healed broken finger later, you and your moon boys were the proud new parents of a little baby girl. She had your nose and Their eyes, their curls and your hair color. She couldn’t be any more perfect if she tried.

“My days,” Steven smiled, exhausted. “Look at that, just as pretty as her mum!” He smiled, running his fingers gently over her soft hair, placing a gentle kiss to your temple as he continued to just stare at the perfect little bundle sleeping in your arms.

“Thanks bub,” you huffed a laugh and placed a kiss to his collar bone. “You wanna hold her?” You smiled as more people flitted about the room, cleaning up the birthing area, setting up a crib, checking vitals. You however, seemed to be in your own bubble of calm.

“Yeah!” Steven sighed, unbuttoning his shirt as Juno instructed for skin to skin, while a doctor attached Aurora’s little hospital band. “Go on then!” He smiled opening his arms and resting the baby sweetly against his chest. “Oh my,” Steve sniffled, gently readjusting the baby securely in his arms. “She’s beautiful!” He smiled, tears in his eyes. You sat for a while just staring at the baby, your mother had just left to get you some food for you, and Allison went to go get your father, Andreas, and Cassie.

“The others want to meet her before the crazy starts,” a tear runs down his nose and falls on your daughters soft blanket. “But I don’t wanna go!” He chuckles and you rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing soothing, wide, circles on his back.

“We have the rest of our lives together baby!” You exclaimed brightly, heart breaking for Steven and the others a bit. “You’ll get to hold her again!“ You smiled nodding encouragingly, and Steven nodded, handing the baby back to you so one of the others could front. It took him a second, your hand holding his head to your shoulder while he struggled to swap places. It was almost as if they were arguing on who should go first. Eventually, Marc fronted.

“Oh man,” he gasped, looking down at her with watery eyes, “She’s here! She’s perfect!” He chuckled leaning into you excitedly giving you a sweet kiss. “You are amazing! I’m so proud of you!” He grinned staring down at your perfect baby girl.

“You wanna hold her baby?” You smiled, offering him the bundle of blankets. He grinned and nodded holding his arms out like an over eager child on Christmas. You handed him the baby, and you could see his world change.

“Oh man, how could anyone ever- she’s so- oh I love her!” He chuckled nuzzling her head and leaving a short kiss on her face. “This is the best day of my life!” He laughed, snuggling his girls closer.

You chuckled and snuggled in closer to your two favorite people. You weren’t able to sit with them long though, they needed to get you cleaned up as well as the baby. Marc followed after your daughter, and Juno helped take care of getting you cleaned up.

“You know, you really did pick well for your partner.” She smiled, helping you get into another hospital gown that she brought. “I am truly impressed with how present each and every one of your boys has been with you during all of this.”

You sighed dreamily and sat back down on the bed to wait for your baby and your husband to make their reappearance. “Yeah, I’m a lucky woman.” You. Giggled, resting your head on her shoulder while you sat with the goddess. You had a very warm and familial relationship to Juno that wasn’t displayed by other gods, but as a goddess who doesn’t get the luxury of having demigod children, she enjoys sticking close to her favorite avatars.

Marc came back into the room with the baby and two nurses in toe, they were carrying the birth certificate for you to sign, and a very lengthy bit of paperwork on vaccinations and releases. While you signed your half of everything, Marc continued to stare contentedly at your baby, really enjoying the moment. When you finished he handed you your little girl back, and your world felt complete.

“I called him while they were doing her Apgar stuff.” He said, casually clutching your daughter’s tiny hand.

“What?” You gasped, wide eyed. “Oh Marc that’s- I’m really proud of you!” You whispered, clutching his hand with your free one.

“Yeah it was-“ he sighed and sat staring into nothing thoughtfully, “It was hard, but I think I should give him a chance you know? We were all struggling, it doesn’t excuse that he- but I honestly think he deserves a chance.”

“Yeah?” You nodded rubbing his back. “I support whatever decision you make baby, I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, I better let Jake meet our daughter now huh?” He smiled warily, and you beamed at him.

“Yeah hon, get some rest. I’m sure Jake is excited.” You nodded and held his head as he tensed, gently scratching his scalp until Jake was roused.

“Hola, Mi vida!” You grinned, tucking your baby’s blanket more securely under her chin. “Wanna meet your daughter?”

Jake grinned brightly and you could have sworn he almost squealed with delight. He reached out gently, and brought the tiny baby into his arms. He looked so big in comparison to this tiny little girl, he was mesmerized by her little cheeks and little fingers. She was more than perfect, she was absolutely radiant. “¡Mi amor, me has dado el mundo! ¿Cómo puedo pagarte?” He laughed breathlessly, clutching you both closer to his chest.

“You repay me every day, just by being here!” You whisper, kissing him on the cheek. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“Pretty ni siquiera empieza a cubrirlo, ¡es la cosa más hermosa del mundo!” He laughs, cooing as the baby begins to fuss. Then the most adorable thing in the world happens. Jake begins to rock her and sings softly in Spanish to her, and you could have sworn she grinned. Your heart melted, and you could see tears in the corners of his eyes, though he will vehemently deny it. You sighed happily and curled up in Jake’s arms, sleeping while you had the opportunity, knowing your little family was safe.

Jake took this moment to cry. He could feel such a foreign set of emotions well up in his chest, safety, comfort, contentment, love. He felt like he was holding the world in his hands. You were sleeping and so was your little girl, your little girl. God, Jake couldn’t get enough of that phrase. His little girl, his! Both of his girls were so comfortable in his arms, and he couldn’t believe it. His arms, the same arms that have fought bloody battles, waged wars. His arms were where you found comfort. If he died now he would be completely content. Several nurses had come in and out of the room to check on them, and he could tell that they thought their little family was adorable, but some of them were giving him looks as if he might combust at any moment, and of course, he’s a scary guy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if they were looking at him differently for his… condition. He knew that it lived in his medical record, he got kicked out of the military for it after all, but he guessed it didn’t matter, his girls felt safe with him, his family, your family, felt safe with them, so it must not matter. He was content, his family was safe, that’s all that matters. His alters were staring down at the perfect bundle of pink from various reflections, and he turned to speak with them.

“Wow, we’re the luckiest blokes in the world, huh?” Steven grinned from the reflection in one of the monitors closest to him. He looked happy, it made Jake smile.

“Yeah Steven, we are.” Marc grinned looking contemplative and sullen but still happy. He was staring from the reflection in your phone that was propped on one of those giant plastic hospital water cups with the straw.

“What’s wrong, Amigo?” Jake muttered under his breath, shifting to make you and the baby more comfortable where you were resting on his chest. “You can talk to us.”

“Go on mate, clue us in yeah?” Steven said, shifting his vision to Marc.

“I- I called Dad.” He sighed, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. Steven and Jake both looked at Marc, completely bewildered. Steven was shocked that he would even want to talk to his dad, Jake was shocked that he wasn’t the one to have to make the first move. “I know, crazy. But I wanted him to see, wanted him to see we’re happy, you know?”

“¿Le mostraste al bebé?” Jake muttered, making eye contact with his alter, and subconsciously squeezing you all a little tighter.

“Yeah, I sent him some pictures. He said she’s beautiful, said she looks like-“ he stoped and Jake could tell he wanted to cry.

“Hermano, we don’t have to talk to him.” He shakes his head. “I know he loves her still, she was his wife after all, but if you don’t want to talk about it, you reserve the right to cut him off.” Huffed Jake, annoyed.

“I know, but he honestly apologized immediately after he said it. I think he’s starting to understand that we feel differently about all of this.” Marc sighs.

“I-“ Steven began. “I know that my opinions on all of this is… warped. But I think that we should give him a chance, but if he makes us or the baby or our wife uncomfortable, we reserve the right to kick him out.” He shrugs, “But I for one think it would be nice to have our dad again.”

They all sat in contemplation with this, watching the two most important people in their life doze. “Let’s- Let’s talk about it later.” Jake sighed as he heard your family coming to the room.

“Shh!” He raised a finger to his lips with a grin, as he saw a nurse escorting your sister and her family and your parents into the room. “¿Qué pasa, chicos? ¿Queréis conocer al bebé?” He grinned, rousing you from your sleep with a gentle shake.

“Oh man, you’re a great pillow.” You grumbled, placing a kiss right over his heart. Jake couldn’t have been more in love with you in that moment if he tried. He saw you and Cassie look at each other and squeal shaking your fists, as she ran up to the bed side and ever so cautiously crawled up next to you in bed, pressing your heads right up close to each other as you both peered down at the baby. Jake watched as your sister snapped a picture of you all together, and grinned. It felt good to have a family who wanted to capture all of these moments for him. Made him feel like he truly belonged, which every single person in the room would say that he did.

He grinned as he watched them all holding his baby girl with such care, he couldn’t believe that he would ever feel so safe in a room this full of happy people, but he did. It felt like a miracle.

The family all took their turns holding Aurora, Cassie of course got to go first. She squished between you and Jake on the hospital bed and he carefully transferred the tiny baby into her waiting arms. Cassie smiled and began to cry a bit and when all of Jake’s girls smiled so happily and held each other so gently, well, he couldn’t help but to cry a bit too. Allison took so many pictures, and eventually her husband took the phone so she could swap Jake places to stare down at the baby for herself. Jake did you a favor and took several beautiful photos of all of the women in your family crowding around you and the baby while the men grinned and took photos for their respective wives and well, girlfriend. Though, Steven calling you his wife by accident earlier made him think.

“¿Cómo estás, hermano? ¿Estás bien ahí dentro?” Andreas said taping him playfully on the forehead as he slung an arm around his shoulders. Jake tensed at first, but quickly made himself relax a bit. While startling, Jake wanted this brotherly affection.

“¿Quién soy yo? Oh I’m on top of the world!” He chuckled, patting his brother in laws shoulder in turn.

“It’s okay to be nervous Beta,” his father in law chuckled to his left. He could feel his hand on his back and he smiled at his shoes. “I know I was, two girls? And twins at that? Man I was terrified!“ your dad chuckled and he and Andreas chuckled with him. “I’ll tell you what though, the women in this family are magical. Something about them makes you wanna wrap em up and keep ‘em forever!” He laughed. “You’re gonna do great. All three of you, I hope you can hear me in there.”

Jake smiled and nodded. “They can, they feel as grateful as I am. We’re thrilled to have a good role model.” They broke it up when another click could be heard in the room, and they looked to see all three of the grown women holding up phones to capture this moment. “Romperlo, señoras. Enough pictures, you’ll ruin our street cred!” They all laughed at that and your family continued to pass the baby around. Jake quietly let Marc take back over when he saw him receive a text.

‘Son, I know we aren’t exactly on the best of terms, but I’m in the neighborhood, and I was wondering if I could stop by? - Dad’

Marc felt his muscles tense, and his head shot up to watch as your family contentedly continued to watch you feed the baby, your sister feeding you bites of whatever your mom brought for you to eat, while they had a hushed conversation about what she needed to pick up from the store, and where your parents would be staying. He smiled, and he looked back down at the text, feeling the cold chill tingle back up his spine.

“¿Estás bien, amigo?” Your sister said plopping down next to him on the pull out couch.

“Ye-yeah?” Marc muttered. Not exactly knowing how to respond.

“Oh, Marc, it’s you. What’s wrong man?” She said patting his back.

“Nothing it’s-“ he sighed and looked up into your sister’s eyes. He knew that Andreas struggled with his side of the family for a while when he chose to marry and move to the states, but this seemed like too much to put on your sister. “Hey!” He groused as your sister snatched his phone and proceeded to read the text from his dad. She was a brash one, your sister. Not afraid to take charge of a situation.

Her eyes widened as he read the text and her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ “Oh man, Marc.” She sighed handing him the phone back. “Listen, if you were gonna ask for my opinion, which you weren’t, but I’ll give it to you anyway, if it disturbs your peace, it’s not worth it. I know that you want to make amends, but if it’s gonna wreck your mental health for the next seven to ten business days, let it go.” Marc considered this, and nodded uneasily, then as if sensing his discomfort, she spoke again. “But, then again, if this could be the beginning of a new chapter in the relationship you have with your father, go for it.” She shrugged, “Set boundaries, go at your pace, don’t be afraid to say no. Whatever the decision Marc, you are going to have to be the one to make it for your family. We will be here to back you, no matter what.” She winked and got up to go help you again, and he smiled softly, watching your family, HIS family, and picturing his father among them, and he decided maybe that picture would be nice.

‘Ok, why don’t you stop by before it gets too late. -Marc’

Your family as if by telepathy made themselves scarce within minutes of him sending the text, explaining that they would be back in a bit with another set of clothing for him, as well as the stuff you forgot to bring. Each woman in the family kissed him on the cheek in turn, and he smiled shakily at your sister as she bearded them out the door.

‘You got this!’ She mouthed with a big thumbs up, and he turned to you, fidgeting with his hands.

“You don’t have to worry, Allison already told me.” She smiled, “I think it’s a good idea inviting him here, in a controlled environment. We’re not inviting him into your safe space, we’re not going to his house. It’s a neutral territory. Easier.” You shrugged wrapping him in your arms, while your baby dosed quietly with you standing over top of her looking down.

“Yeah, easier.” Marc sighed, rubbing a hand down his face with a groan. “I hope you’re right.”

“When have I ever been wrong?” You laughed, plopping down next to him on your bed. “Now, come here and kiss me while the kid is sleeping, we got an hour before she’s hungry again, and I want to spend it loving on you!”

Marc grinned and devoured your mouth with a smile, caressing your curves and cradling your head. “God, what did I ever do to deserve you?” He grinned, then there was a knock. He paled, and you hushed him, smoothing a hand over his face with a smile. You both looked to see Marc’s father in the doorway, and you straightened yourself out, feeling a bit like horny teenagers.

“Hello!” You grinned taking the initiative, and waddling over to your father in law with a grin. “You must be Elias, nice to meet you.” You said shaking his hand. Marc placed himself between the cradle and the door where you stood, fidgeting with his fingers. He slowly walked up and put a hand around your waist and looked up to greet his dad.

“Hey, dad.” He nodded, waving awkwardly. The baby started fussing and you chuckled clicking your tongue. They just stood there staring at each other as you went to feed Aurora.

You were startled by how similar they looked, the hair, the nose, the stature. It was all very similar. You also couldn’t help but notice that Elias had the body language of Steven, it was shocking just how similar they looked. It was starting to get awkward as you sat feeding the baby, and you sighed when Juno walked in carrying a stack of something. “Why don’t you two go on a walk hmm?” you smiled, “I’ll finish feeding her, and you can come back and hold her.”

Elias, who still hadn’t said a word, nodded and ushered his son from the room. They walked side by side down the halls, waiting a considerable amount of time before either decided to speak. Elias took the initiative there.

“She’s uh,” he shook his head and motioned back toward the room with his hand. “She’s beautiful Marc! Quite the woman.”

He smiled, “You look very happy together.”

“Uh yeah,” Marc shrugged, “We are, we all are.” There it was. Out in the open. That simple use of ‘we’ was a powerful one. It thickened the air with crackling tension, as if any moment, lightning would strike and scatter their atoms to dust.

“Yeah, I’m-“ Elias sighed, rubbing his chin. “I’m glad to hear it. How are your uh, how’s your.” He gestured vaguely at his temple and tried to meet Marc’s gaze.

“ They’re fine, Steven is uh- Steven is now a tour guide at the museum?” His mouth was dry, tongue almost too heavy in his mouth, like he swallowed a million bees. “Jake is a cab driver, and I’m still. I’m still me.” He sighed. Elias nodded, and Marc took it as a good sign. “Yeah, uh. We, we’re getting help, talking to someone you know? It’s hard to parse everything out, but we make it work and she’s- God my wife is great!” He laughed with a shrug. “She’s the only thing keeping us all together.” He nodded tearfully.

“That’s good son, I’m happy for you.” He smiles, “Will you be ok? You know? With the baby and all? I guess it’s- I don’t know, I try reading and learning but everyone makes it seem like you’re- and I know your not, and then there’s your mo-“

“Honestly? I don’t want to talk about it.” Marc laughed bitterly. “I really don’t. We’re not dangerous, my alters and I all love the baby equally, we all want to be there for her, we all want to be good fathers. Clearly, having DID or not doesn’t determine wether or not I’ll be a good parent. It makes it harder, sure. We have a good partner though. She’s a great mom.” He nods settling his dad with a hard look. “I’m not ready to talk to you about- everything. Randall or-“ he paused and took a shaky breath. “Or mom. But, I want you to meet your granddaughter, I want to try again.”

Elias stood there for a moment in stunned silence, looking his son up and down. “Ok.”

He said simply, nodding slightly and patting Marc on the back. “I can do that. We can go at your pace. I want to meet them, Steven and Jake, I want to meet your wife or girlfriend? Are you married? Doesn’t matter, I want to hold your baby. I want to make up for lost time.”

Marc stood stunned and staring at his father, and he felt a weight fall off his shoulders. He never thought a conversation like this would be possible. He never thought all he had to do was set boundaries. He was more likely to believe he had to fight some weird dragon first or something. Your sister was right, boundaries were a good thing, and it made all of this easier, but he was exhausted, so he gripped his dad in a hug, and used it as excuse to let Steven front again. When he pulled back, Steven was startled to see his father. “Oh em, hello!” He waved and hunched back over with a small smile. Elias watched as his son’s posture became smaller, as if he was attempting to take up less space. He heard the accent and was startled, but he kept his composure with a smile. He was going to do this the right way, for his boy. “Dad! It’s really, it’s amazing to see you!” He chuckled awkary, scratching his head.

“Hello Steven. It’s nice to see you too, we should get back to your wife, yes?” He nodded putting a hand to his son’s back. He nodded, and Steven led him back to your room with a grin.

Steven was happy to see your family was back, filling the space with their noise and comfort. You seemed to be eating and the baby was tucked in her bassinet snoozing away. His father though, seemed a bit overwhelmed. “Um everyone? This is my Dad.”

He smiled, gesturing towards Elias with a smile. Elias waved and came further into the room. The room fell a bit quiet, and he heard the baby fuss. “Oh,” Steven cooed and went to pick her up gently. “Already used to the constant noise huh squirt? That’s good. Your mum’s family is a bit rowdy.” He chuckled as slowly, everyone introduced themselves after chuckling at his joke.

“Bring her over lovie!” You smiled, sat next to his father on your bed. You gestured for him to hand the baby to his dad, and he gently handed her over while you helped him to adjust to holding her head. “Isn’t she so pretty? I’m glad she got your brown eyes.” You mumbled absent mindedly, curling into his fathers back to look at the baby over his shoulder, reaching to pull her tiny hat back down over her head while his dad grinned down at her, muttering prayers and blessings in quiet Hebrew, telling you what he was like as a baby, and patting your hand fondly. Steven stepped back and took in the happy scene and his world, really, truly felt complete. Full to the brim of things he thought he couldn’t have.

You all settled into easy conversation until visiting hours came to a close. Steven had at some point been swamped again for Jake so he could speak to Elias, and the night went on without a hitch. By the time the nurse came to kick them out, Elias was playing a card game with your father, Allison and Andreas were speaking quietly with your mother about possible siblings for Cassie, and you, Jake, the baby, and Cassie were all curled up in your bed. Cassie was at the laying on your right, tucked into your side and snoozing clutching her bear, who’s matching twin bear was tucked in the empty cradle while Aurora was being held, you were curled into Jake who was on your left with a flat cap resting over his eyes, possibly sleeping, possibly ‘just resting Los viejos ojos’, and the baby was resting gently on your legs where they were bent at the knee. “Are you happy Querida?” Jake muttered with a grin, rubbing your arm.

“Of course my love!” You beamed, cuddling closer to him as you gestured to the bed. “I got my sun, moon, and stars laying here with me, how could I not be?” He chuckled and muttered about how cheesy that was, but gave you a sweet kiss anyway. The nurse told them all that visiting hours had ended, and they could all come back tomorrow. Each person took their turn saying goodbye with a hug and a kiss or a squeeze and a pat on the shoulder. Cassie whined a bit when she had to leave but otherwise they were fine. Then you were left to your own devices. You tucked the baby into her cradle, making sure to wrap her up snuggly in her blankets. Once it was all said and done, you all settled in to sleep, feeling perfectly content.

Konshu had been careful to keep his presence light in this affair, but he finally appeared again in your room while you slept. He peered down at the sleeping child, and rested his fingertips on her forehead, muttering a blessing under his breath. He stared and stared, keeping careful guard over his Avatar’s most valuable treasure yet, when he felt the presence of another divine being.

“Welcome, Juno.” He muttered, not bothering to look away from the baby.

“Hello old friend,” she sighed, wrapping an arm around one oh his and looking down at the baby herself. “How are they?” She nodded at the bed where their patrons lay.

“They will sleep peacefully, I saw to that.” He nodded, sparing a glance at them and turning his head back to the baby.

“Do they know?” Juno whispered, looking back to the baby and her friend as they both watched over their avatars.

“No, I’ll keep it that way as well,” Konshu sighed wearily, leaning into his staff with the weight of the world on his shoulders. “If it’s the smallest favor I give them, I have a strange and terrible feeling it still will never be enough.”

“Ah, so you’ve grown attached then?” Juno chuckles, touching the now slightly fussing baby with a finger, and soothing her before it disturbed the parents.

“To the worm? No.” Konshu scoffed, but Juno saw right through him. She glanced at the sleeping couple and grinned, “I simply pleaded with Taweret to let the child live in the face of certain doom and let her be strong. I’ll need a new avatar eventually!” He grumbled.

“Oh you silly old bird,” Juno laughed. “You can admit you like them, I won’t tell. I mean, you don’t go and plead to another goddess for the life of one child for nothing!” She winked and Konshu shook his head.

“I’ll admit to no such thing.” He huffed. But he still stood with Juno, watching as the soft, squishy, Human breathed in her cradle. Her spirit was strong to be certain. She was a fighter already, he could tell. She sighed, and a foreign sense of fierce loyalty came over the old god. He looked and looked and kept looking even after Juno had long sense left. He watched as you and his Moonknight took care of the child, not really making his presence known, but keeping an eye out anyway. Making sure nobody was coming for them while they were sedentary. It was strange, he had never seen all facets of his Avatar content before, but he liked it. He valued this aspect of his avatar, it restored a part of him that Konshu valued most about them, their humanity. Seeing him so vulnerable, and overjoyed, and downright hopeful. It reminded him why he chose them in the first place. Their compassion, their bravery. He valued that, even more, he valued this tiny baby, and the baby’s mother who made them all so happy. He liked this family, liked their strength. Maybe Juno was right, maybe he was fond of them after all. Only one way to find out, stay with them as long as he can. And so, he did.

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend: Feels Like Home (Finale)

Authors Note: This is it, this is the last /official/ chapter of this series. I just wanted to say a quick, and mushy thank you to everyone who has read this and has followed me. I am so glad you guys have fallen in love with this series as much as I have. It really means the world to me, I love you guys! I put off writing this chapter because I am not ready for it to be over. For those of you tagged, please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future TASM! Peter fics. I love you guys! As always please like and reblog, don’t forget to tell me your thoughts and opinions. Enjoy!!

Special shoutout to @withahappyrefrain who was so sweet and helped me with traditions that go into Jewish weddings. She didn’t have to help me at all but she is the best, hands down. I’m almost certain everyone who has read anything TASM! Peter related knows and loves her BUT you should go check her out anyways!!

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader.

Content Warnings: Mostly tooth rotting fluff, talks of having kids/and current children. I don’t think there is anything really? This is just a soft and sweet final chapter.

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(10 Years Later)

(October 7th, 2024)

Pounding footsteps rushed around the upstairs of the townhouse, the upstairs hallway filled with loud giggles and joyful screams as the post-bathtime chase prevailed. (Y/N) snuck up the steps, her head poking over the banisters staring at her water soaked husband holding the twins in either arm, and their youngest clung to his leg.

“Busted.” Benjy says, his face scrunching up playfully at his mother. “Oh big time, I thought we agreed to stop getting them riled up before bed?” (Y/N) laughs, their youngest daughter jumping into her arms. “But we were playing spider-man!” Richie whines, his feet stomping the seven year olds tiredness showing.

“Well I can’t be mad at that can I?” She laughs at her kids, and husband. “You’re forgiven then I guess.”

Peter smiled, craning his head forward catching his wife in a soft kiss. The two oldest sons gagged, wiggling out of their dad’s grip. (Y/N) laughed, putting her finger to Peter’s chest pushing him away from her. She scanned their faces, smiling at them before looking back at Peter, who returned her notion with his toothy grin.

“Bedtime.”

“Yes momma.” The boys said in sync, (Y/N) leaned down kissing their heads before Peter led them off to their room. (Y/N) repositioned May on her hip, pressing her nose to the three year old girl's forehead. “Want momma to braid your hair? I know daddy didn’t get time to do it.”

“Yeah!”

May’s response came out as a yell of excitement: slinging her freshly washed hair around, similar to a dog. (Y/N) laughed as she walked to the toddler’s room, leaving her on her bed as she grabbed everything she would need. “Wanna guess what we’re doing tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked her toddler, as she sat behind her combing throw her curls.

“Going to see grandma Bella and May May.” Maybell said, playing with the feet of her onesie.

“Well, daddy ruins all the surprises doesn’t he?”

May nodded her head, Peter’s scoff came from the doorway. (Y/N) turns her head to the bright pink door, Peter still clad in a very wet and very old Midtown High shirt. “I deny any allegation of the sort.” He said coming to sit across from his daughter and wife, laying on the bed with his elbow propping him up. (Y/N) finished one braided pigtail before starting the other, her eyes catching Peter tickling his daughter's feet.

“Want daddy to read you a story while momma does that?” May nodded her head, which caused (Y/N) to grab her head gently to keep her from pulling her hair.

“Sorry, ahuvati.” Peter laughed, kissing (Y/N)’s head as he grabbed a book off the nightstand.

“Sure you are.”

The two shared a quick laugh before Peter began to read, (Y/N) listened closely to the story as she finished her hair. May slumped against her mom, her eyes growing tired as Peter neared the end of his story. As if on cue her snores started right before the last page, Peter smiled, kissing her cheek before sliding off the bed tucking the book away. (Y/N) moved her off of her gently, tucking her in and kissing her head. Creeping out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked to let the dim light of the hallway in.

“Mhm, tell me Mrs. Parker- you think you have it in you for another?” Peter asked, his arms latching around his wife's waist as they stood in the hallway. (Y/N) hummed her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, her fingers messing with the curls there.

“You get that promotion at the lab and we will talk about it.”

She pecked his lips, pulling out of his grip walking towards their bedroom. She pulled her hair out of the clip, sitting the claw on her vanity as she sat down. Wiping at the makeup left from the day, Peter’s hands soon found their way back to her shoulders rubbing. (Y/N) caught his eyes in the mirror, dark and full of need; his lips pressed to the spot behind her ear.

“I’ll go straight to Otto in the morning, I’ll get on my hands and knees and beg him.”

(Y/N) laughed at the mere thought of such a sight, Peter Parker did not beg. At least not her Peter Parker. She leaned back into his touch, craning her head to look at him.

“You do that, but I wouldn’t call him Otto if you want it that bad.”

Peter laughed, his hand grabbing her chin bringing her in for a kiss.

“I need a shower.”

(Y/N) laughed, grabbing the wet fabric, her finger slipping through a hole in it. “I think the kids got that covered for you, you need to throw that shirt away is what you need to do.”

Peter grumbled under his breath, kissing her again before trotting off the bathroom leaving the door cracked. An invitation for her to follow. A framed photo off to the side of her vanity was one of their wedding photos…

(April 5th, 2017)

(Y/N) kicked the mesh lining of the dress from under her feet as she stood looking in the mirror, Gwen and Missy moving in a rush behind her. “We have the dress reveal in five minutes.” Gwen panicked, tossing the pillows off the couch that was in the bridal dressing room. Her blonde hair is only half finished, (Y/N) laughed at her friend turning away from the mirror.

“Where did the veil go?” The blonde all but stomped her foot in a temper tantrum.

Placing her hands on Gwen’s shoulders breathing with her slowly, (Y/N) nodded her head at her telling her to keep going.

“My mom has the veil. Her and May had some last minute touches to it, remember? They took it the same day we had signed our Ketubah- ringing any bells.”

Gwen laughed at herself, her hand covering her mouth. “I need a shot.”

(Y/N) released her from her grip letting the blonde walk away, as if on cue May Parker rushed into the room Bella on her heels. The two giggling as the latter held the fragile material in her hands. Everything in the room stilled as (Y/N) turned to look at the two women, tears building up in both their eyes.

“Oh my god.” Bella sat down on the arm of the couch, her breath caught in her throat. (Y/N) flattened down the silk of the dress that clung to her. “That is not the one you showed us!” May laughed standing behind her soon to be daughter in law- sort of.

“I wanted it to be a surprise to everyone. Because some people cannot hold secrets around Peter.” (Y/N) laughed, eyeing her mother in the mirror. Bella rolled her eyes, reaching out and placing the veil in her daughter's hair, the three of them trading teary eyed smiles in the mirror.

May clapped her hands together, smiling at the other women before her. “Okay Peter is waiting in the library for you.” She spoke as she picked up (Y/N)’s shoes to help her into them. “Goodness you think we’re a mess you should see him.”

If she could see Peter right now, he feared she would contemplate leaving him before she even reached him at the end of the isle. Books on the shelves shook due to Peters constant back and forth pacing.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Check his yarmulke in the mirror.

All he could do was to tell himself to breath and count back from one hundred. He had fought super villains from the time he was 17 years old and seeing his long term girlfriend, turned fiance, soon to be wife in a wedding dress was what had his stomach in knots? He felt pathetic, but excited. He had dreamt about this moment from the time he was 13 years old, planning the wedding only took so long because a part of both Peter, and (Y/N) had been planning this for years. Peter caught his reflection in the gold framed mirror of the library, he fixed his tie and readjusted his yarmulke knowing May would slap his hands had she been in here.

Peter was so nervous that his spider-senses had been fucking with him all morning, he jumped to the ceiling at 7 am this morning from Harry Osborn rushing into his bedroom with their suits. It had never done this before: alerting him to things that weren’t dangerous or just not at all, May had snuck up on him several times today. Then again now, it failed him. He caught her reflection in the mirror, looking like the closest he’d ever get to heaven as she stood behind him like an angel in all white. Missy had caught Peter’s shock beautifully in the mirror, as she stood behind (Y/N) framing them both perfectly in the golden frame.

“Oh..” Peter breathed out, turning to greet his wife. It wasn’t too soon to call her that, he’d been introducing her as that to his coworkers and classmates for the last six months.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it, you look beautiful.”

He cradled her face, both of them getting lost in each other to the point the flash of Missy’s camera didn’t phase them. (Y/N) held back her tears as her hands clung to his forearms. “You look handsome too, I told you green was your color.”

Peter laughed going in for a kiss before May’s loud “Ah-Uh” Filled the shelved room, instead Peter placed his nose against (Y/N)’s temple smiling as he held her close, both of them lost in their future together. The moment now captured forever in the photo that sits in the corner of her vanity, sitting in a similar gold frame.

“What are you doing?”

(Y/N) pulled herself out of the warmth of the past, looking at her husband now in the present day. Peter is fresh from his shower; his yellow boxers resting on his hips as his shirt hangs around his neck. Her lips curled, as she shook her head letting her eyes close.

“Nothing, nothing, just remembering our wedding.”

Peter slid his shirt the rest of the way on as he made his way over to his girl, his hands finding their place on her shoulders once again. (Y/N) leaned her head back looking up to him, his skin tinted red from the warmth of his shower.

“Do you remember our chuppah? We spent weeks working on it.” He laughs, kissing her forehead. “It came out that awful yellow and we had to wait weeks before we could repaint it.”

“You were so upset, you really wanted me to be happy with the color. I liked the green though it looked good with the purple in the plants we hung.”

Peter leaned down wrapping his arms around her stomach lifting her from the stool. “Peter Benjamin! You know I need a warning when you do that!” Peter flopped her down on the bed face first standing between her legs admiring her, (Y/N) rolled over onto her back looking up at him. He rubbed her leg lovingly, kissing her kneecap.

“Every time you add the Benjamin you sound like May yelling at Uncle Ben.” Peter laughs tilting his head, (Y/N) scrunched up her face in laughter. She moved up the bed to her side pulling the covers back, tossing extra pillows off.

“You know that is our future right? We are gonna be them eventually.”

The bed shifted under Peter’s weight as he slid into (Y/N)’s spot nesting behind her his back to the headboard. “I don’t see what’s so wrong with that, they loved each other so much. She made him the same meatloaf for twenty years and no matter how much he hated it he would never let anyone insult it.” “Oh so you hate my cooking, is that what you’re insinuating?”

“No I love your cooking, just never make me a meatloaf.” (Y/N) laughed at his response, tilting her head to look at him. Peter smiled, capturing her lips in a kiss, his hand resting on her cheek. (Y/N) pulled away, smiling at him, pecking his lips again before turning to the nightstand reaching for the book that sat on the corner.

There was a peaceful comfort that washed over their house, all that could be heard in their room was the low hum of Peter talking through math equations under his breath following the scientist on the show he was watching. As well as the occasional giggle and page flip from (Y/N), other than that the two sat in comfortable silence.

“I was thinking maybe you should go see Otto about that promotion…whenever you get time.”

Peter’s ears perked up at this, letting out a breathy laugh followed by a soft “Oh?”

“I mean..” (Y/N) tossed the book to the side, Peter copied her by putting his notebook to the side. His hands fell to her hips as she kneeled between his legs. “We always said we’d stop at five..we only have three.”

“Do you want another baby Mrs. Parker?” His voice low and mocking, her thumb digging into her hip as he pulled her closer.

“I do Mr. Parker, you think you can do anything about that?”

Peter tilted his head back faking his contemplation, before eagerly nodding his head. “Yeah I can do a lot about that.” In a flash (Y/N) was rolling to her back, Peter on top of her they two locked in a kiss. As he pulled away to shut off the lamp on the bedside the door cracked open.

“Mommy?” Richie’s voice filled the room. (Y/N) sat up thankful that Peter had already removed himself from her. “Come here buddy.” Both parents answer in unison making room for the small boy in their bed. They weren’t lacking room in the king bed, which was a good thing; once Richie climbed in his brother filed in not long behind him. Richie planted himself to his mother's side, and Benjy to his fathers. “All we’re missing is..” “Don’t forget me!” May’s voice carried throughout the room as she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. (Y/N) reached to grab her but the girl, using the common sense she inherited from her father, climbed the stool in front of the bed and over the foot of the bed landing on the mattress.

“You’re just like your father, little spider monkey.” (Y/N) laughed as the younges curled between her and Peter, who kissed his daughters head lovingly.

“You have to teach me that landing when you’re a little bigger okay?”

“Okay.” May laughed working herself under the covers. After so many stories the three eventually fell asleep, soft snores filling the room. (Y/N) leaned her head back, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“If we have two more we’re gonna need a bigger bed.” Peter laughed, stretching his neck in her direction kissing (Y/N)’s cheek.

“Bigger house.”

Peter hummed in tired agreement, his head falling against (Y/N)’s shoulder, her head on his as she fell asleep leaving Peter the only Parker awake in the house. In moments like these Peter didn’t regret being pushed into the snowy courtyard, had he just passed by his children may not exist. Had the girl next door not found him endearing enough to spend every moment with him, even when he was insufferable, there’s a likelihood he would have ended up somewhere else with a stranger. But instead he’s here: in bed with his kids, and his best friend. This felt like home, she felt like home and he could only hope he was home to her.

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liyawritesss · 8 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Earth-42!Miles Morales & Spider-Verse!Earth-42!Rio Morales

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: Miles tries to show his appreciation for his mother, for all she’s done for him. Even if he can’t verbally say it sometimes; he understands. More than anyone.

Warnings: not a reader insert, so no use of y/n or second person. Mentions jeffersons death on earth-42, so grief mentions as well. Miles is sneaky and kinda sorta lies to mama rio but its all to keep things under wraps and to keep her protected.

A/N: Inspired by @luvjunie ’s 42!Miles Headcanons, specifically as it pertains to him helping his mom out in secret. This headcanon hit home for me and I wanted to write a little content specifically catered to our favorite momma’s boy and his mom

Song Suggestions: “Dear Mama”, “So Many Tears”, & “Keep Ya Head Up” by Tupac Shakur; “Rose In Harlem” by Teyana Taylor; “Broken Clocks” by SZA; “You Got Me” by The Roots, Erykah Badu, Eve, Tariq Trotter

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For as long as Miles could remember, his mom’s dresser had been littered with jars.

Clear, glass containers varying in height and size lining the length of the mahogany wood, situated at the back edge and labeled for certain purposes. They’d helped her keep track of spending habits and separating money for important bills. He’s watched from his youth as his mother counted out the money from her paychecks carefully, dividing the sums into each jar, only being left with a few dollars to her name to last her for the next two weeks. He remembers the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that overtook his young frame as a child when the look of dejectedness flashed across her face.

All he’d ever wished for was to relieve his mother of the stress and prejudice that came with being a widowed single mother. Miles remembers most of his childhood being filled with anger from the pitied looks the other neighborhood moms gave to Rio at the grocery store, and the way people spoke of her as if she were a porcelain doll that needed careful tending due to her ‘vulnerable state’. While it was clear that the loss of Jefferson changed their lives completely, the combination of ingenuine concern from the surrounding community and lack of resources that Rio had access to, mixed with the very raw and still fresh gash of grief left in the now broken family, created a culmination of woe and desolation felt between mother and son; and unfortunately, despite the increased dependency of their bond, such feelings became difficult to express.

Rio became akin to the strong woman trope; the one where a woman of color was expected to pull through all obstacles with a smile on her face, with complete disregard for the turmoil and trauma that would be suffered.

Miles became the pitied son; always angry, always looked upon with false sympathy, always wishing to do better and be better so his mother wouldn’t have to worry about him.

The jars that littered his mother’s dresser soon became the driving force behind his desires to ease her stresses. So when he approaches his uncle with a fire in his eyes and a will power unlike anything he’s ever seen on the streets, it doesn’t take much convincing for Aaron to take the boy seriously.

He thinks back on the nights where he could hear the muffled sniffles of his mother in the next room over as he sneaks into her bedroom in the early hours of the morning. He’d just gotten home, and Rio would be pulling up any minute, so Miles has to make this quick. His book bag rests at his feet, forest green hoodie contrasting against the color of the dresser as he reaches for the tall glass jar labeled ‘RENT’, his dark brown hands pulling the glass container closer as he pulls out a wad of cash from his pockets.

Last time he counted, the jar was about two hundred dollars short of the proper amount that allowed them to call the flat their home. He carefully counts out three hundred from the wad of green in his hands, slips it into the metal slit at the top of the jar, and pushes it back to its original spot.

He does the same for the other glass jars labeled ‘LIGHTS’, ‘HEAT/GAS’, ‘WATER’, ‘WIFI’, ‘GROCERIES’, ‘CAR’, ‘ENTERTAINMENT’, and ‘OTHER’; slipping the amount he knows his mother usually puts into each jar with a little something extra for each one (also paying close attention to the entertainment jar, as there is never much of anything in it, an allusion to Rio’s near non-existent life outside of work and her son, something Miles desperately wishes to change for her). While the wad of cash in his hand slowly depletes, there's a pool of pride that swells in its place, knowing that his secret endeavors make a difference, even the smallest.

The sound of the front door opening and closing causes Miles to jump slightly in his place. He fixes the jars back in their original position, hurriedly making his way out of Rio’s room, careful not to bump into anything or cause any scuffle that could alert his mother’s careful eyes of a disturbance in her space. He all but comes to a halt when he turns from her door to find her standing in front of him, brows furrowed in question.

“Miles?” It doesn’t take long for him to notice the way the dark circles under her eyes sag a little more than the last time she’d been to work, or the pure exhaustion that seeps from her small voice, tired and desperate for sleep. “What were you doing in my room?”

“The door was open,” it’s a practiced lie, one he’s never had to use much, but always has on hand, especially when the false proof of his words are etched onto his mothers face already, “thought you were in already, but I ain’t see you, so I was just closing it before heading out.”

Rio blinks, and Miles watches as she mentally retraces her steps from the night before as she rushed off to work, but the exhaustion that sags her body doesn’t allow her to spend much time on it. “Oh, right; thank you, papa.”

It’s tired and drained, her voice, no doubt from yet another double she had picked up in order to make rent for the month. The first of the month had always been a tumultuous time, where Miles watched Rio disappear through the front door at eight o’clock in the evening, not to return until eight o’clock that morning, then repeat for the next day until the hours added up sufficely on the paycheck. The process was just as hard to watch as it was to endure.

His eyes quickly darted down to the bags his mother was carrying, and without warning, Miles swept them from her hands, alleviating the additional weight that pulled his mother’s frame into a sulking position. Rio dared not to object to the act of service; it had always been his way of helping her after a long shift, even in his younger years as a child. She remembers his greedy, eager hands reaching for her lunch bag and bookbag, the latter of which was far to heavy for him to carry, but he still made an effort to haul the items into the bedroom and tuck them away in the corner while she tread into the kitchen to fix him a hot plate before school. An unspoken ritual the two did with the passing moments that they had, the older that Miles got. Rio would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t grown fond of the never ending care in Miles’ eyes, and how no matter his age or life experiences, he was always there.

“I made some breakfast,” Miles says as he guides his mother to the bed, gesturing to the loungewear clothes that hung across the foot of the bed frame, “it’s in the microwave.”

“Is it edible this time?” Rio nudges, her joke earning her an airy chuckle from her son.

“Wow, goin’ on me this early in the morning? That’s crazy.”

“I’m not the one who thought that pancakes were done when they’re charred around the edges.”

“Llegar, mamá, eso fue una vez!”

The laughter that echoes throughout the four walls of the main bedroom resonate through the walls, and the air becomes a little lighter than before, the pressure on their hearts ease just a bit.

When he’s done making sure that his mother is set to rest for the rest of the day, Miles grabs his discarded bookbag from the threshold, and bids his mother a bittersweet farewell. As he disappears behind the bedroom door, he heaves a heavy sigh, the sound of his shoes echoing further and further away, before Rio finds herself heaving a sigh as well.

She dresses into the loungewear that Miles had set out for her, immediately slipping underneath the covers after closing the blinds and plugging in her phone. Sleep delirium begins to set in as her head makes contact with the pillows, and yet, her mind never ceases. She’s always thinking, always planning, always working on the next move. Always contemplating on how to keep the jars that litter her dresser full for the rent and bills to be paid.

It doesn’t take long for Rio to succumb to it, however, and as she closes her eyes and slip off to slumber, she can’t help but notice how the jars do seem a little bit fuller than when she had left the night before.

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insomniiyac · 10 months

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Curiousity Killed the Spider

Family friend of Rio’s and widower, Miguel O’Hara, returns from deployment ready to start a new life in NYC.

Yet things take an interesting twist when he meets her son, Miles.

Pairing: Miles x Miguel

Warnings: nsfw (minors dni!), grooming, underage, size difference

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Wrote this in the midst of a power outage on Juneteenth. Mad racist lmao. Enjoy!

“Miguel! Holá!” Rio grins, pulling the man in for a hug.

Miguel’s stoic, yet he accepts her embrace anyway. She was always so loving and welcoming.

“Buen día, mamí,” he leans in for a cheek kiss before moving to Jeff to give him a dap.

“What’s up, Miguel! Nice to finally meet you!”

Jeff moves to offer Miguel a seat at the table.

“Thank you,” Miguel curtly nods before moving to the table to sit.

“Miles! Come say hi to your tío!” Rio calls out to him through the door.

Miles groans.

“Sorry about that, Miles can be a lil rude at times, here, let me take your bag,” Jefferson sighs, holding his hand out for Miguel’s duffle bag.

“It’s okay. Teens, right?” He jests, obliging Jeff’s offer.

“Mmhmm,” he peers at him over the frames of his glasses before taking it to the closet right outside Miles’ door.

Jefferson was a big man, yet Miguel was even bigger standing at a large 6’9”. The table felt a wee bit too small for him, but he was appreciative of the company nonetheless.

Miguel had just returned from deployment after serving in the military for years. After losing his wife and child, he wanted to start anew in NYC. But how could he come here without seeing his old friend, Rio?

Rio returns to the dining room with Miles.

“Say hello, Miles,” she whispers before taking her place at the dinner table across from Miguel.

“Hey Tío,” he waves, moving forward to give the man a hug.

Miles instantly notices his large stature, his eyes widening flickering back and forth to him and his mother.

“Sorry, I know I’m big. I sure hope I’m not intimidating.”

“Nah, nah, you’re good. I’m just not used to it, that’s all,” he takes his place next to his mother. “The GMO must be crazy in the military.”

Miguel scoffs and Rio lightly slaps Miles on the back of the head.

“Miles!”

“Don’t pay him any mind- he thinks he’s a comedian. Takes after his Uncle Aaron,” Jefferson remarks, crossing the dining room and sitting beside his wife.

“Hey!”

“Aaron…?” Miguel looks to Rio confused.

“Oh, Jefferson’s brother. Passed away some time ago. Meant a lot to Miles. And to us, too. You would’ve loved him,” she gives Miles a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

“I see… my condolences,” he bows his head out of respect.

“Well, let me go get the plates and stuff!” Rio rises out of her seat and begins setting up the table. “The food should be done by now!”

“Do you need help, babe?” Jefferson asks.

She says nothing so he does what any respectful husband does and goes to help her, leaving Miles and Miguel alone at the table.

“So, Miles,” he starts, readjusting himself in the seat. “I heard you started your Sophomore year. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Made friends. And stuff.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Friends are good. Any girlfriends?”

“Pff, what? How did we get here?”

“Well, you seem like you’d be a heartbreaker, I don’t know,” he shrugs, attempting to look nonchalant.

“A heartbreaker? Haha,” Miles rolls his eyes with a smile. “Nah, my parents raised me better than that.”

“Oh? Well, I’d never expect less of Rio.”

“Yeah, she’s a great mom,” Miles beams at this. He was very clearly a Momma’s Boy and proud.

“Your dad too,” Jefferson chimes in, carrying a pot of rice and setting it on the table.

Rio comes just behind him with more food, planting a peck on Jefferson’s cheek. They made an adorable couple, honestly.

Miguel leans forward, soaking in all that delicious smell of food. Rio was always a great cook.

“Smell good, huh?” Jeff nudges him with a smile. Miguel returns it. Cool guy, Jeff.

But it was really Miles he was interested in. A cute, witty boy that really took the best attributes from both parents. He really wanted to get to know him more.

So he spent his time chatting it up with them, mostly getting to know Miles. He was a great artist; his uncle really helped him hone his craft and yet he had a knack for engineering.

He watched his eyes light up when speaking about his work to the way he got embarrassed when nudged to show off his art book.

He truly was a special boy.

After dinner, Rio pulls Miguel aside and takes his hands into hers.

“Thank you so much for coming here tonight. I really do appreciate you spending time with the family and Miles. Like I said, he lost his Uncle and even though nothing can replace that, Jeff and I really hope that you can become that figure to him,” she squeezes his hands with a small smile.

“Of course, cariño,” he replies with a smile. “Thank you for having me.”

“Of course! Let me go check in with Miles, he should have space in his room for you at least.”

She goes to knock on his door.

“Come in!”

She opens it and peeks in before further revealing both her and Miguel.

“Miles, Miguel’s gonna sleep in your room, okay?”

Miles and Miguel exchange glances before Miles sighs.

“Okay…”

“Thank you, chiquito,” she gives her son a small peck before turning to give Miguel a peck on the cheek, handing him a bundle of blankets. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You too, Mom. Té amo.”

“Té amo más,” she smiles, her eyes lovingly lingering over her son before closing the door behind her.

Miles walks over to his bed and sits on it, opening his mouth to break the silence.

“Tío, You ain’t wanna sleep on the couch?”

“Why do that when you have so much space here? Don’t be selfish,” he leans in before setting up the blankets on the floor. “Also, your parents are gone so you can drop the tío, thanks.

Miles leans back on his bed and adjusts himself, turning to his side to watch him work.

“But you are my tío, though!”

“I’m a family friend. Not your tío,” he raises a finger in correction.

“Okay, okay,” he relents with a sigh. “So, how did you get to know my mom anyway?”

“We went to school together,” he answers, fluffing up the pillows and such. “Parents took turns carpooling us to and from school.

“Oh… okay. That’s cool!”

The man finally finishes setting up his makeshift bed and lays down on his back with a heavy sigh. Miles continues to watch the man rest, wearing the dopiest smile on his face.

“Do you mind?”

“S-Sorry!” Miles rolls over, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Miguel grumbles something under his breath that Miles couldn’t quite catch before closing those red eyes.

When he felt the coast was clear, Miles quietly rolls back on his side, moving to get a closer look at the man.

His tight gray T-shirt left little to the imagination- he could see every ridge and muscle underneath. His shirt was slightly lifted to show off some of those abdomen muscles, his brown hairs making a little happy trail down his V-line and underneath those boxer briefs. He yearned to see what he looked liked underneath.

“Brat.”

Miles flinches, not realizing that he had gotten off the bed and was looming over Miguel’s lower half. Miguel had now risen, propped up on his elbows to glare at Miles.

“I am so sorry,” he apologizes with a hushed voice.

If Miguel left and told his parents right now, they’d kill him.

The man watches him, unmoving with nary a change in expression.

Should he move? Should he stay? What should he do now that this man has caught him like this? A remark he wouldn’t have expected gave him all the answers he needed.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you?”

Miles' breath hitches in his throat. He stays shut, hoping the darkness of the room would somehow mask his presence.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question.”

“I uh… I think so?”

Miles couldn’t see his face, but he could tell from hearing the little snort that he was amused in the least. He hears a shuffle before he sees Miguel’s large figure sit up.

“You’re young. At that age, you wanna experiment. It’s only natural.”

“Y-Yeah,” Miles straightens up, shifting to sit cross-legged next to him.

“…Wanna touch it?”

Miles hadn’t even noticed the man’s hand gripping his own cock. He yelps in shock, but Miguel quickly covers his mouth.

“Don’t be scared, cariño. We have the same parts right?”

The teen nods in agreement and Miguel slowly moves his hand away from his mouth. It was then that it dawned on him, Miguel must’ve set this up! The looks, the dry jokes… he wasn’t joking when he said he was interested in getting to know Miles better.

He cradles his chin and shifts slightly, the moonlight finally catching his eyes.

Miguel’s eyes were half-lidded and filled to the brim with lust. His hand deliberately moves up and down his thick, veiny shaft- the dark, red head dribbling precum. It seemed like the more Miles watched, the more turned on he became.

Miles audibly gulps before moving forward, replacing Miguel’s hand with his own. His hands were smaller, his fingers more slender, barely able to fully wrap around the girth of his dick.

Miguel hisses at this, his dick throbbing underneath his touch.

“How’s it feel?”

“It’s…” Miles trails off, wiping his precum and using it as lubricant to stroke his cock. “So big. Like… pornstar big.”

The man chuckles at this. “Yeah? That’s a first.”

“Yeah. Um, are you sure this is okay? I don’t think we should be doing this…”

“Like I said, it’s just experimenting. I doubt you get many opportunities like this, huh?”

“Not really. I thought of asking my friend but I’m afraid he might think I’m-“

“Gay?” He finishes the thought for him.

“Y-Yeah… that,” he stammers with a hot face.

“Tsk, tsk! Pobrecito…” he sighs, taking pity on the boy. His hand moves from his chin, up to Miles’ hair, raking his fingers through his coils.

“It’s fine. I think I actually like this…” Miles’ eyelids flutter, his breathing becoming heavier.

Miguel hums at this, a rare small smile creeping up on his face.

“Can I put my mouth on it?”

“You may…”

And with this, Miles leans forward, his honey eyes lingering before opening his mouth and dragging his tongue from the hilt to the tip.

He feels Miguel’s entire body shudder at this and this builds his confidence. Miles decides to go all in, taking his dick into his mouth and attempting to force it down his throat.

Miguel’s hips rises involuntarily, him growling at the lewd noises his mouth was making.

“F-Fuck kid… don’t force it!” He grunts, tightening his hold on the back of Miles’ head.

His hips jut again, pushing his dick a wee bit too far, hitting his gag reflex.

Miles pulls back with a mouth full of spit, coughing and sputtering violently.

“Shhhhhh, callate!” He frantically whispers to the boy when he sees the soft yellow light from the hallway turn on from underneath the bedroom door.

“Miles? You okay in there?” He hears Jefferson ask with a knock.

…Fuck. Of course it would be the cop that woke up first.

Miles attempts to speak but out comes more violent coughing, so Miguel speaks up for him.

“He choked on his glass of water, that’s all. I got him!”

He bends Miles over his leg and pats his back, interweaving rubs.

“Alright! If anything, I’m right next door.”

“Thank you, Jefferson,” he responds, hearing Miles finally stilling.

The lights shut off and he hears the door close to his parents room.

Miguel lets out a sigh of relief, giving Miles two more firm pats on the back.

“You almost got us caught, kiddo.”

“Sorry, Mr. Miguel,” he groans, finally rising from his lap.

He curls his hand around Miles’ waist, pulling him close and propping him on his knee.

“Just call me Miguel.”

“Okay…”

“Let’s do something a little more… gentle.”

Miles nods, leaning in close. He was giving him those ‘fuck me’ eyes, real heavy.

This boy was surprisingly really forward with what he wanted.

Miguel cradles his chin, thumb lightly swiping over his soft, full lips.

“Lengua…”

He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, laying it flat out for Miguel to lean in and wrap his own around. He hums, being careful not to show too much enthusiasm over the kid.

Miles’ hands creep up his chest and find their place at the nape of his neck, fingers interlocking.

The man’s hand wraps his waist, gently pushing him onto his back and climbing atop of him; careful not to press too much weight onto him, but just enough for him to Miles’ clothed cock pressed against his own.

Miguel is the first to pull away, a string of saliva breaking between the two of them. With two hands planted on either side of his head, he leans in to whisper: “Can I put it in?”

Miles nods, pointing to a small lube bottle that was conveniently placed on his dresser, next to his action figures. Miguel snorts at this, rising to grab the bottle.

“You play with yourself?”

“…Sometimes,” he admits, unable to look him in the eye.

“Mmm, muy interesante…”

He saunters back to Miles, positioning himself between his legs.

Miles shimmies his briefs down and Miguel helps him, carelessly tossing it aside. From this angle, Miguel could get a good look at Miles’ lanky frame. His dick was circumcised, smaller and skinnier compared to his own. His dick was slightly darker than the rest of his body up to the head which was a nice, muted rosewood color. It was so cute, the way it was leaking precum.

His navy blue BVA shirt was hiked up enough to show off his abdomen. His muscles were coming in real nicely.

His full lips hung ajar, his eyes honeyed.

Miguel picks up his cock and lays it atop of Miles’ own cock, reveling in the difference of size between the two.

“Think you can handle it?”

He nods cutely at this and Miguel couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Okay…”

He pops open the top to the lube and drizzles some on his dick, using his hand to stroke it in.

He then puts some on his finger and coats Miles’ hole with it, slowly working his way into him.

Miles’ hisses and clenches involuntarily; Miguel pausing at this.

“Relax, chiquito…,” he murmurs, and he does, allowing Miguel to slowly fit his whole index finger in. He pulls out and taps it again, this time with both his index and middle finger.

Miles’ hips jolt at this and Miguel pauses, watching him closely to gauge his pain.

When Miles stills, he pushes in, feeling him squeeze around his fingers. He was so fucking tight- he couldn’t wait to feel it wrap around his cock soon.

He bites his lip and slowly withdraws them, finally nudging his dick against it.

“Are you ready for me?”

“I… I think so…”

Miguel grins at this before leaning forward and burying his face into the crook of his neck.

He deliberately pushes the head of his cock in while planting kisses on his neck. Miles whimpers and squirms underneath him, but Miguel steadily pushes on all the way to the hilt. He pauses, allowing Miles’ hole to get adjusted to his length.

Miles has a hard time maintaining his breathing, the sheer girth of it too much for his smaller frame. But Miguel was a man who knew what he was doing and he was gonna make sure it fit- even if it meant molding him.

“Slow breaths baby… In… and out…”

He slides out, leaving just the tip in.

Miles’ eyes lower, watching it go back in with anticipation.

“In…”

He pushes in and Miles’ body rises, taking in a swallow of air.

“Out…”

He slides out and he exhales, savoring each ridge and bump of his erection.

“In…”

His breath hitches in his throat as he feels him getting stuffed once again, all the heat pooling at his center. Was this what it felt like to be made love to? Because if so, he could do this all day, for hours.

“You’re taking me so well, cariño…” he whispers.

He whimpers at this, clutching onto Miguel tighter than before.

He peppers his face with kisses before he slowly speeds up to a more familiar pace, swallowing his moans to keep him quiet.

Miles pushes against his thrusts much to Miguel’s surprise.

Miguel thrusts a little too sharply and Miles yelps at this before sinking his teeth into the man to stifle himself. Miguel sharply sucks in air through his teeth and bucks his hips against him, wildly.

That bite turned him on way more than it should’ve.

“Fuck…” he growls, giving Miles bites of his own. Red marks bloom against his sweaty brown skin.

The boy marked easily- he sure hoped his parents wouldn’t notice.

Miles moans become more coarse and unrestrained as his walls flutter around him. He was gonna cum soon…

“You gonna cum for me? Be a good boy and cum all over this dick…” he whispers, nibbling on his ear.

Miles shuts his eyes tightly and digs his fingers into his shoulder blades as he cums, coating his and Miguel’s lower half in his spunk.

“Fucking… cochino… dirty boy,” he growls, his hips bucking uncontrollably against him. “Take it… take it all…” he reaches his peak and cums, filling his tight hole with his warm seed.

Miles sighs at this, the feeling of warmth washing over his lower half.

They stay in position, reveling in the moment before Miguel rolls off of Miles and onto his back. Miles stays there, feeling his cum dribble out of him and pool onto the blankets.

After a while, Miguel says: “How’d it feel?”

“It hurt… but it felt really good.”

“Is your curiosity satiated?”

Oh yeah… this was what this was about, wasn’t it?

“Y-Yeah.”

There goes that stutter again.

“We can do this again, as much as you like,” Miguel rolls over to his side and smiles at Miles, a genuine one. “Just say the word.”

“Okay,” Miles looks over and returns the smile, albeit a tired one. “Just one question, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I call you Miggy instead?”

Miguel throws his head back with a huge exhale.

“Fine… you can call me ‘Miggy’,” he relents and Miles squeezes him tight with a grin. “Are you gonna go back to your bed?

“Nah, I think I’m gonna sleep here for the night. Night, Miggy!”

The man groans, but he lets him have his way, wrapping an arm around him.

“Goodnight, mi amor,” he plants a small peck on his shoulder before pulling him close.

Falling for Rio’s son was an unexpected twist, but he was for it all the same.

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It’s 9am and Rio’s cooking breakfast while Jefferson’s up having his morning coffee.

“Hmm, Miles and Miguel haven't gotten up yet,” Jeff observes with the absence of the duo.

“Oh, watch the food! I’ll go check on them!” Rio cuts the heat low, dusts her hands off on her apron, and strides over to Miles’ bedroom door.

“Miles~! Miguelito~!” She calls to them in a sing-songy voice, yet neither responds. “Miles? Miguelito?”

Her and Jeff exchange glances before she turns the door knob.

On the ground, Miles is cuddled up on his side with Miguel, head rested on his large chest. Miguel’s hand rested protectively over the other’s shoulder, both still in a deep slumber.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She apologizes to them in a hushed voice. She scurries out to the dining room with Jeff and beckons for him to come to the room.

Jeff lumbers over and cracks a small smile at the duo.

“Damn, dude just came in here and is already stealing my son away from me,” he gripes, holding an arm out for her to wrap her own arms around.

“Well I think it’s nice that they’re getting along. I think Miles would benefit from having an uncle like him,” she lays her head on his shoulder.

They both turn to shut the door, returning back to the dining room to continue their morning.

Ah… if only they knew about the wet spot hidden underneath the two…

#flowerfang #flowerbite #chai’s writing #all art by me

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