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amethystandemma · 5 months
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Protective mama mode engaged
I just read Spider-Boy #1 which is the first story I’ve read with Bailey in it and I LOVE him. I know for a fact Sunny would too
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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years
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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 ~ (𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝) 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 【 𝐓𝐖𝐎 】
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.9k [ click here for chapter one ]
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WHEN PETER WALKED INTO THE SHOP, YOU SQUINTED AT HIM. “There’s our best customer! Wait what’s your name again? No hold on, don’t tell me. Oh yeah, Peter Parker!” You snapped and pointed at him as he walked into the shop, pretending you only just remembered his name. He shook his head, but laughed as he waved and made his way over to you at the register.
You’d been working for almost a week now and today was the first day you were left to run the place on your own. Peter had been in almost every day, and it was always the same routine. He’d order a large hot coffee and sit at the counter. MJ was nice enough to chat with him a few times if she wasn’t busy, but she’d spoken her thoughts out loud after he left a few days ago, saying he must really love their coffee to keep buying from them instead of getting cheaper coffee from a gas station or something.
Looking at things from an outsiders perspective, you suspected it was more than that. You noticed the way he’d look at MJ whenever she was occupied with another customer. And you suspected that today was no different, he came in to see her. But he was always nice and would chat with you too, so you had a feeling that he would be too polite to leave when he realized MJ wasn’t there.
And you were right, he looked around for a few seconds, but quickly recovered and asked for a large hot coffee.
“She’s off for the next two days,” you spoke as you mindlessly wiped down the counter.
“Huh?”
“MJ. You guys are friends, right? She’s off today and tomorrow so it’s just me here.”
“Oh, n-no that’s… I just… really like coffee,” he shrugged, and you pretended not to notice his cheeks turning a little red.
You raised your eyebrows, then shrugged. “If you say so Peter Parker.”
“Alright,” he referred to you by your first and last name, “how was your day so far?”
“Wow I just got flashbacks to being in trouble when I was younger. I think it’s been years since anyone has used my full name. But it’s been okay. Not busy, but MJ says it usually never is. Did have some weird guy come in and he kept trying to talk me into giving him my number, he got pretty upset when I shut him down but other than that, it’s been a pretty easy going day.”
“Had you seen him before? Did he say his name?” Peter was always wary of anyone who was a little too pushy or aggressive, especially given the things he’d seen and the people he came across. He was already mentally noting to ask Karen to look the guy up, if you could remember his name.
You tried to think about it for a moment, but shook your head in the end. “I haven’t seen him around before. He said his name when he first came in but I don’t remember. A little aggressive, but I’m sure he was harmless. That was a few hours ago and he hasn’t been back since so, I think I’m safe.”
A family walked in, and for the next few minutes you were busy helping them. Peter stayed in his seat at the counter, quietly sipping his coffee. He glanced at you a few times, trying to work out if he knew you from somewhere.
You working here must mean you live nearby, since he doubted anyone would go out of their way to work in a small coffee shop. You seemed to be friends with MJ and Ned, but was that because you worked here? He knows he hasn’t seen you at Midtown.
“Everything okay?” You noticed him repeatedly glancing at you, and he turned a little red when he realized he’d been caught.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just trying to figure out if I’ve seen you around before. I mean before here.”
“Oh, umm, I don’t think so? I mean maybe we’ve passed by each other but that’s about it. During the… blip, were you here?”
Peter shook his head.
“I was one of the ones that was still here, so we probably wouldn’t have been friends before because I was still in middle school,” you laughed, hoping to ease some of the tension. “Do you go to Midtown like MJ?”
“Actually, I’m getting my GED now.”
“That’s cool,” you smiled, not wanting to ask more questions when you noticed Peter seemed a little down as he said that. “I go to Trinity*, used to live a lot closer to school but I moved here just for a change in scenery.”
“Trinity, wow, you must be really smart.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and shook your head once again. “I am pretty proud of my 4.3 GPA. But it’s tough, math is kicking my ass this year so it probably won’t stay that high for long.”
“What math are you taking?”
“Well before I decide to put off college for a year, my main goal was to take whatever would help me stand out on applications. So I have Advanced Honors Statistics, and AP Calculus. I think it seems harder because I have a lot more going on this year.”
“I’m sure it’ll be nice to have a year off from school.”
“Yeah I’m definitely looking forward to it. But I just have to get through the rest of this school year. Thankfully there’s still almost 2 weeks left of winter break, although I’m probably going to spend most of it studying if I’m not at work.”
(((i’m a dumb ass and so let’s pretend winter break is 3 weeks since the story started right after winter break began)))
“If you ever need help studying, let me know. I’d be happy to help, math is one of my best subjects.”
Truth be told, Peter was practically craving normal human interaction. More than the few minutes of conversation he got from sitting in the coffee shop, occasionally talking to MJ or Ned. If he wasn’t there, or out as Spider-Man, he pretty much just sat in his apartment.
When your eyes lit up after he made the offer, he couldn’t help but smile.
“I will take all the help I can get! Seriously, thank you. I would love help. Umm, I’m off on Wednesdays and Fridays, whenever would work for you.”
“My schedule’s pretty open. Oh I just realized tomorrow is Wednesday. Want to study then?”
You were glad that your 2 days a week that you had off were weekdays. That way once school started up again, you wouldn’t have to worry about rushing to the shop right after class every day. MJ had Wednesday’s off too, your boss saying since business was slow enough, he’d save a little money and work the register himself once a week.
“Yes! Tomorrow works.”
“Where did you want to study?” Peter took the last sip of his coffee, but was enjoying talking to you. It was nice to talk to someone his age that hadn’t known him before. With MJ and Ned, he always had to think carefully before he said anything. But this was different, and he liked it.
“I actually live right nearby, you could come over?” You internally cringed, wondering if it was weird to offer that when you barely knew him. “Or we could meet at a park or something, whatever you’d prefer.”
“No, I can come over. I live nearby too.”
You pulled out your phone and unlocked it, sliding it across the counter for Peter. “Here, put your number in, I can just send you my location tomorrow.”
Peter saved his number into your contacts, and handed your phone back. He was glad that you hadn’t asked for his phone, because you’d see he had almost no contacts. The first time he opened his phone after… everything happened, he realized he didn’t have any numbers saved. He had panicked at first, but then reality set in and he figured that it must’ve had something to do with whatever Dr. Strange did.
His phone pinged with a notification of a new next message.
unknown number: hi peter parker!
“You know if I had a dollar for every time you and MJ called me Peter Parker, I’d be rich,” he tried, and failed, to hold back a smile. As he saved your number, you began to clean up for the night. You still had almost an hour left, but figured you’d get a head start on cleaning so that you wouldn’t be stuck there that long.
Peter glanced at the time on his phone and was surprised to see that he’d been talking to you for nearly 2 hours. Yes, he enjoyed coming to see MJ and Ned if he was there too, but it was hard. He was constantly refraining himself from blurting out the truth or making little comments about what really happened. He knew they’d just think he was insane if he said they were all actually best friends and there was some magic spell cast to erase him from their memories.
He was grateful for today, this conversation with you. It was the most normal one that he had in what felt like forever. And he now found himself looking forward to tomorrow. Glancing outside, the first thing he noticed was how dark it was. It seemed like half the street lights were either flickering, or just not working completely. And the shops that he could see from the window were all already closed.
Once it was finally 8pm, you turned the neon open sign off.
“Hey I can walk you home, it’s pretty dark out.”
You smiled, grateful for the offer. “Thank you, but you don’t have to wait for me. I still have to count the money from the register, and quickly look up inventory to tell my boss what we’re running low on.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” Peter shrugged. He knew the kinds of people that roamed around outside when it was dark. In fact, he probably sent a few of them to jail over the years.
“I live practically right around the corner, it’ll only take like 5 minutes to walk home. I’ll be okay, promise.”
He was going to say he really didn’t mind, but then realized you’d probably think he was being too pushy. Plus if he scared you off, he was sure you’d say something to MJ and then she’d probably tell Ned.
“Okay, if you’re sure, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Peter stood up and put his jacket back on, noticing you had finished cleaning up in the time you’d been talking, and you were about to head into the back.
Once he left, you locked the door and headed back to the small office that connected to the kitchen.
Unbeknownst to you, a certain web-slinging hero was sat on the roof of the building, the bottom half of his mask slid up as he was snacking on the donut that he realized you must have snuck into his backpack. He made some small comment about how he hadn’t eaten anything, but was too lazy to cook (or even just head up cup noodles in the microwave). He didn’t think you’d taken much notice of that.
He knew you said that you’d be okay. And that you were probably perfectly capable of walking the short distance home. But you were his first new friend, and he just wanted to make sure you’d be alright.
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headcannonxgalore · 2 years
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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽
Pairing: Peter Parker x black! oc
Face claim: Cleo
Tags: @minishimi
Theme song: Brighter Days by – Meet Me @ The Altar
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Chapter One
My heart was pounding, I was inhaling so deeply my lungs were starting to ache, but I couldn’t stop. I ran as fast and as long as I could, I cut through traffic dodging cars. At this point I was hoping someone would run me over, and I would die so they would stop chasing me. This is not what I signed up for when I met him, I thought he was some tech nerd that sat next to me in chemistry. Boy was I wrong, all I came to NYU for was to dive head first into my fashion career. And I am doing that…for the most part. When you’re dating a famous superhero, you’re bound to get mixed up in the drama.
I made a break into an alley, unfortunately it’s a dead end. I whipped around when I heard approaching footsteps. “I am so sick of you, and your eight legged nuisance.” The large man slowly approached me, I looked around for a weapon, and for some reason out of all the alleys in New York this one is clean. Thinking quickly I pull off my boot heel, I refuse to go down without a fight.
“You are so in over your head little girl.” He growled over me, grabbing me up by my hoodie, and raising his fist high in the air.
Hi, I’m Cleo, and what you’re seeing here is me about to get my face destroyed by a man named Kingpin. I know you’re wondering how I got into this position…well it’s kind of a long story. So I’ll start at the beginning– a baby starts whining in the background– not that far back!
I meant my first year at NYU! That’s when I met him…Peter Parker. Usually I go for the “cool” guys, ones that always get the girl, drives cool cars, and is on a sports team. There’s something different about Peter, I don’t know what it is, but it’s something. Our first encounter was in Chemistry, I got the pleasure of being his lab partner for the semester.
“Hi, I’m Peter Parker.” He spoke softly, his lips turned up into a light hearted smile. My eyes swept over his face, and clothes. I was trying to get a feel for his personality to help me decide if I cared enough to engage in conversation.
“Nice to meet you Peter Parker.” I smiled at him, and his eyes lit up with excitement. I couldn’t look away, Peter was just so damn adorable, and smart as a whip. He barely looked back at the textbook for reference, and talked me through the whole assignment with ease.
We walked through the hall together just chatting, though it was more like stumbling over his words.
“So you’re a fashion student, is that something you always wanted to do?” Peter asked, we came to a stop outside the campus cafe doors. I pause for a moment thinking, holding my text books in my arms, and my bags strapped over my body. Peter never looks away giving me his full attention, he looked so youthful staring back at me with such bright eyes.
“There aren’t enough Black models, fashion designers, or fashion shows. I want to change that, and I’m fully aware of my powers. I’m more than confident in my talent, but I lack some knowledge. That's the main reason I decided to take courses.” I said, Peter perked up a bit, his lips turning upwards into a smile again.
“Well my uncle always said, with great power comes great responsibility. I’m sure you’re gonna do amazing though.” He chuckled, suddenly his body stood straight, and his posture fixed from its slouching form.
Peter is looking past my shoulder at something behind me, I slightly turned around to see what he was seeing, but no one was there. Just a bunch of students scattered around the campus, some of them coming our direction to enter the cafe.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I say wearily, I chewed on my bottom lip tasting the mint flavored gloss.
“— Supposed to be a ghost.” Peter mumbled to himself, I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, and it’s clear he’s forgotten that I was standing here.
“Okay well, I need caffeine, so see ya Peter Parker.” I turn to go into the cafe doors; fresh baked pastries, Mocha, and the sound of chatter welcoming me the second I open the glass door.
“I– wait, wait, I don’t even know your name.” Peter called to me, I paused standing in the threshold. I grin at him, Peter too breaks out into a smile looking back at me.
“Cleo.” I said, Peter waved a little l, and watched me disappear into the cafe.
I knew something was different about Peter Parker, but I never knew how extraordinary he actually is.
A/n: hiiiii listen…listen this is the first time I’ve ever written for Peter, sooo hope y’all like it. I really love Tobey Maguire’s Peter so I just had to write him. I wanted to try to create something new, while still including some touches from the cannon along the way. 💗
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selfshippingwhore · 5 months
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A/n: Spider-Man 2 has a choke hold on me 😩
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High-School, High-School was the last time Peter had seen her. Brooke, the ever popular cheerleader, the Captain of the debate team and the girl he had the biggest crush on.
She never let popularity go to her head, not like Flash or the others. She was kind to him and Harry and he still remembered that night at the Home Coming dance. She had found out Flash was cheating on her so he did her best to cheer her up.
It was meant to be just one dance, just something to make Brooke smile again but the next thing he new they were talking through out the whole night.
He had his first kiss that day, surprisingly he had lost his virginity to her too and of course he asked her out and she to his surprise said yes.
But of course nothing ever seemed of go right for him because she moved a week later.
He did his best to keep in contact with her over the years and it worked. Up until the point where he had lost his Aunt then it slowly tricked down to a small text.
So much time has passed, Peter would think about Brooke every now and then. He lost Aunt May, had a fling with Black Cat and dated MJ.
It seemed things finally started to go write for him, while his relationship with MK may have ended at least they were still friends. Harry was back and he finally had a good job.
Though his heart stopped once he heard what MJ had to say.
“Brooke is coming back! I hope you two don’t mind! She’s meeting us here”
Peter honestly didn’t know how to react, he didn’t even know that she and MJ kept in contact and he wonder why Brooke never told him.
Henry grins as he nudged Peter. “Hear that, your little crush is coming back.”
“Y-ya.” His hands felt too clammy and suddenly he was back in high school but the question that kept running around in his mind was one thing.
‘Do she still have feelings for him?’
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Miguel O’Hara reimagined in my mind
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fangswbenefits · 9 months
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Another Chance
𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You go into labour and all you know is that you need Miguel more than ever.
𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader
Mentions of childbirth. Dad Miguel. Comfort. Fluff. Happy father’s day to the best of the best!
“I'M GONNA KILL MIGUEL O’HARA!”
Usually, that sort of threat would send everyone that was standing around you into an uproar. But given the extremely specific set of circumstances, they merely exchanged understanding glances, returning their attention to the task at hand.
“Jess… I’m going to kill him.”
The pain of the contractions felt too unbearable and gritting out empty threats was the only relief you could find right now.
“You have my blessing,” she nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "But for now, we need to deliver the baby."
It was too early. This wasn't supposed to happen right now... not like this.
A spider-nurse approached you with a fetal heart monitor to strap around your belly. Your already accelarated heart nearly imploded at the sight, fearing what the machine might reveal.
"Jess... I can't do this..." your voice broke.
Where is he...
Where is Miguel?
Your friend glared at you with kind eyes, swipping a piece of cloth along your sweat-drenched forehead. "You can and you will."
As another contraction tore through your body, you barely managed to grab the railings of your bed with a huff of pain. The spider-nurse was done setting the monitor and was now probing your arm for a vein.
"Where is Miguel?" you managed through laboured pants. "Lyla... where is he?"
The AI's hologram appeared from the watch on your wrist, that Jess promptly removed. You gave her a confused look, but it was probably for the better.
"He should be here soon. The anomaly is—" Lyla was cut off immediately by Jess.
The heart monitor was switched on and the room went suddenly eerily too quiet, save for your gasps.
Tense seconds rolled by that felt like excrutiating hours, until the sound of a thudding heart was heard.
"Slightly accelerated heartrate going at 191 beats per minute," spider-doctor informed. "The baby might be in distress."
Panic took over. "Do something! Miguel!"
The team attending you were working relentlessly, but no consolation came. The pain was borderline unbearable and your fear for your child's life.
... and Miguel was not here.
"You need to push," one spider-nurse said.
"Push," Jess urged. "You're doing great," she added with a warm smile.
She kept trying her best to soothe and guide you through the untimely turmoil, but it wasn't until your eyes caught a flash of two sets of claws tearing through the barrier of time and space in the middle of the room that you allowed yourself to slump back into your bed.
A cry of relief broke from deep within you as a fully suited Miguel O'hara emerged through the portal, sprinting to your side. The mask vanished instantly as he framed your face with both hands.
"I'm here."
You started sobbing uncontrollably when he planted a kiss to your forehead.
"Boss, she's fully dilated," spider-doctor spoke. "We really need her to push now."
"Miguel... this wasn't..." you stammered, gritting your teeth as the crescendo of another contraction began. "Where... I—”
He hushed you and anchored you through the pain. "You have to push, okay?"
Compared to a few minutes ago, Miguel's presence was nothing short of absolute comfort. But it wasn't enough the push away the fear that had overtaken you.
Jess was still by your side, whispering encouraging words as the staff worked in between your spread legs. Your vision blurred momentarily and you felt the sudden and overwhelming urge to push.
"This is all your... fault," you seethed at Miguel.
"On that much we can agree," he said softly, his thumbs brushing away the tears that mixed with sweat down your cheeks. "Push."
Blaming him was just a quick way to ease some of the frustration. He wasn't to blame. You had both wanted this.
"I can see the head!" you heard someone announce.
Miguel offered his hand for you to grip as you pushed. "I'll break it," you warned.
"You won't."
"He deserves it," Jess said teasingly.
But Miguel was right. As strong as you were — and the strength that women in labour were capable of mustering — you wouldn't even cause a dent in him. He was strong enough for the both of you.
"What´s taking so long?" his faint voice filled your ears.
"Almost there."
Suddenly, he had cradled your face in his large hands once more, forcing your eyes to fix on his. "You can do this. I'm so proud of you," he said, pecking the tip of your nose.
The air in your lungs was suddenly forced out with a finally throat-ripping grunt.
"It's here!"
You collapsed, feeling Miguel's arm promptly offering support on your back. A screeching sound of distress reverberated through the walls.
"It's a girl," one spider-nurse informed.
Even through your hazy eyes you were able to see Miguel's face, eyes transfixed on the little squirming baby that was being placed on your chest.
She was crying her heart out as someone who has been ripped from all the comfort and security a place could offer.
But now she had you and Miguel.
"She takes after you," you teased with a faint smile. "Already being so dramatic."
He chuckled, eyes permanently glued to the wailing baby. "I'm not dramatic. Just intense."
"Yes. Intensely dramatic.”
Miguel fell silent as he stroked a finger along the back of one soft tiny hand, miniscule fingers wrapping around it reflexively. The cries stopped abruptly.
His face softened and you wondered if he was about to tear up. He had longed for this for such a long time.
"Miguel?" Jessica said, covering your child with a towel.
He seemed too lost in his own thoughts, glaring at his daughter in a way that overwhelmed you. Like it was meant to be.
"I'll be going now," she said, offering you both a warm smile before leaving.
Suddenly, you realised Miguel was inspecting each limb with utmost attention. "What are you doing?"
He cleared his throat, placing a tiny hand on the palm of his. "Oh... uh... just counting how many fingers and toes she has."
"All five?" you offered with a chuckle.
"All five."
"No talons?"
He glared at you as if taken aback, then smiled. "Maybe one day."
"Do you think she'll have your fangs?"
"Oh, I hope not," he said, slowly checking the baby's bare gums. "That would be painful."
You then allowed yourself to take in the sight of your now relaxed daughter that lay on top of you. The wispy beginnings of hair that covered the top of her head were dark. Babies don't tend to resemble either parent when they're born - or so Miguel had once told you - and you couldn't wait to find out.
"What if... she doesn't like me?" he whispered, caressing a puffy cheek.
You almost chuckled, but he was dead serious. "She'll love you."
He leaned to place a kiss to your temple. "Thank you."
"For what?" you asked, feeling your heart bursting with absolute adoration for him.
"For giving me another chance at being a father."
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starz-mind · 7 months
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YIPPEE!!
Some self indulgent ghostflower to end my summer 🫶💚
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hrhmimieucliffe · 4 months
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⚠️⚠️🔞W H O R E 🔞⚠️⚠️
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I'm projecting, I just want him between my legs and I wanna pounce between his legs and-
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I want to be those tentacles so bad
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naturesqueen23 · 4 months
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A Second Chance PT 4
Summary: After the loss of his daughter Miguel wants nothing to do with kids that is until he impulsively offers his pregnant neighbor a job at the Spider-Society.
Tags for this chapter: Grumpy x Sunshine, Double life, Secret Identity, Fluff??, Vulgar language, Miguel x reader, Spiderman 2099 x reader, 9.3k words (As always thank you for the support! Enjoy loves<333)
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The following morning you wake up with a sore neck since you slept on the couch. Surprisingly despite the day you had yesterday you feel refreshed. You don't know if it's because you managed to scarf down 7 empanadas in one sitting. Sighing as you get up and stretch you place a hand on your stomach as you try to figure out what you should do with your day. Apart from the weekends, this is technically your first time when your day is completely empty. No class, no work…no nothing. It's just you and her today. You stare at the clock on the wall as you decide on what to do. It's 1 in the afternoon and you slept for roughly around 7 hours. Maybe you can head to the supermarket and get some ice cream to cheer yourself up. And then you'll come back home and try to find any job openings.
You wash up and get yourself ready for the day. Too tired to put on any pants you go to find another dress. You end up finding a long blue dress that you used to wear all the time before you got pregnant. It fits you nicely the last time you wore it and hopefully, it will fit well again this time around. You really need to buy some more maternity clothes. 
Finally putting it on you let out an excited squeal when it fits to accommodate your bump. “Thank the Lord I really don't feel like putting on pants today” You take a second to stare at yourself in the mirror and if it wasn't for the pop of color you're wearing your face just looks so dim…you wouldn't look like yourself. Around your face and eyes are puffy since you've been crying basically all night. Your eyes are still red and you have bags under them. You look tired. Very tired like you haven't slept in days. But the longer you stare at yourself you take notice that you also look very very pregnant. Soon you won't be able to see your feet anymore. You stand there placing a gentle hand on your stomach as you stare at it. You hope she's doing okay after yesterday, maybe you should go to the doctor to check? She seems to be fine. You felt her moving a little while you were in the shower but maybe you should check on her just in case. Better safe than sorry. You call your doctor to schedule a quick check up and after that, you'll need to go to the supermarket for some ice cream and then head home and begin to look for any job openings.
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Miguel has been staring at the orange screens for hours. There are about 10 in front of him and each screen has different things on it. Some are more important than others but one thing for sure is that he needs them all open. So then why does he have a screen showing the cameras of his apartment complex? Specifically the one on the roof and the one that shows the front door. It's just for precaution…it's just for him to monitor what's going on when he's away. It makes sense right?....Since that's where he lives he's just making sure no funny business is going on while he's not there….. he's definitely not watching the cameras to check up on anyone, that's a major no.
“Miguel” He groaned the minute he heard who it was. It's Jess. He already knows what she's going to say. He was almost 30 minutes late today. That never happens. He's always on time. But since he's been seeing you more frequently he always ends up 2-3 minutes late. When he leaves for his 4-hour break he usually spends 1 hour of patrol 2 hours at the bar, or sometimes 3, and then an hour to walk you home. The walk from the bar to your house is roughly around 12 minutes but since you walk slowly it takes about 15 or sometimes 20 minutes to get back. Then because the elevator is still broken he swears it takes you 20 minutes to walk up the steps. He doesn't blame you though it's 3 flights of stairs.
“Miguel you know what I'm going to say right?” He says nothing as he taps on one of the orange screens.
“It was 30 minutes today. You've never been this late before. I know…things aren't easy for you it hasn't been for a while but I need you to tell me anything so I can understand”
He keeps his tone stern and his back straight as he speaks. “There's nothing for you to understand. I can come late I'm the boss”
He hears her sigh as she takes a step closer. “I think you should talk about it. You know they offer therapy downstairs. I think it will do you some good. Every time you come in you reek of alcohol. It's been like this for weeks. I don't need you drinking yourself to death. This is a very unhealthy way of dealing with the loss of Ga-”
“Jessica, you know better than to say her name. Leave before I say something I will regret. Whatever it is you think I'm doing isn't the right answer so drop it. You're pissing me off.”
He shuts his mouth, his lips forming into a tight line. Why won't people just leave him alone? He comes late only a few times and suddenly he's depressed? He says nothing and waits till she leaves there's nothing left to say. Nor does he have to explain himself to her. He's a grown man and he can do whatever it is he wants without someone being in his business. He watches as Lyla fazes in and looks between him and Jessica before opening her mouth to speak.
“She's at the supermarket again” If they had the ability he's sure his ears would've perked up. It's fine. It's not that serious, everyone goes to the supermarket, so it's not a big deal. However the minute he heard what Lyla said he felt his body begin to turn around but he forced himself to stop. But when he does he sees that Jessica is still there giving him a confused look. Turning back around he faces his screens and resumes his work. 
“Lyla, are you talking about his neighbor?” Lyla fazes a few feet away from Jessica. “Yes ma'am I'm pretty sure he's going to help her with her groceries like the last time”
“Lyla,” He says in a warning tone but he doesn't turn his head to look at her. All he needs to do is focus on the screens. All he needs to do is focus on his work.
“The last time you say? And how long has he been talking to this girl?”
“About 3 weeks but he's seen her for maybe 2 months whenever he goes on his break. They come home at the same time.” He stops the movements of his hands taking a deep breath while he counts to 10. He needs to turn Lyla off before he ends up losing his goddamn mind.
“Carajo Lyla I'm about to put you to sleep if you don't stop talking” He hears her laugh before she pops up next to him. 
(Carajo=Fuck)
“Are you going to meet her?” He rolls his shoulders back and resumes his work.
“No, I don't care what she does”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah Miguel, are you sure about that?” Jessica chimes in as she walks closer to the platform. “You sure are spending a lot of time with someone you don't care about” Yeah and it's going to get a lot worse since he basically told her he had a job for her….well he didn't say that exactly but yet he sorta kinda did. Dammit, he needs to figure out what he's going to have you do. You're pregnant so you shouldn't be lifting heavy objects nor should you be on your feet for 5+ hours. You shouldn't even be moving around too-
“Don't mind him, Jess, he's only being stubborn right now. Give him a few minutes and he'll probably end up running to help her” Immediately he taps a few things on the screen and Lyla disappears. She's becoming unbearable to be around. He really needs to fix her programming.
Finally, content that he doesn't have an annoying voice to fill the air he now can remain focused on his work. That is until he remembers that Jess is still in the room. He hears her sighing as he hears her footsteps retreating.
“I don't know why I even bother with you” He says nothing as he listens to her walking out of his office.
•°~°•
You've been at the supermarket for almost 30 minutes searching for mint chocolate ice cream. You can't find it anywhere. They have vanilla, rocky road, cherry, strawberry, and everything else but no mint chocolate. After your impromptu doctor's appointment, you just had an intense craving for mint chocolate ice cream and a bacon-wrapped pickle. You have the bacon and you have the pickles but no mint chocolate ice cream. You even went to the nearest deli and they don't have it either. It's like no one eats it anymore. Maybe you can make it yourself…? Just get vanilla ice cream and mix mint into it…no dammit it won't taste the same you're sure of it.
You make one more lap around the frozen food section before letting out a deep sigh. You place a hand on your stomach as you feel her moving again. “Do we really need mint chocolate ice cream baby?” A few seconds later you feel her kick. Well, you guess you got your answer. You put back the bacon and the jar of pickles and make your way to your car to find a new supermarket.
•°~°•
“What is she doing?” Miguel mumbles under him as he turns around swinging in the opposite direction. 
“She's at the supermarket 20 minutes away now” He listens as Lyla pops up on his watch.
“And when were you going to tell me that”
Lyla shrugs. “I thought you knew bossman”
“If I knew I wouldn't have been going to the other one” He rolls his eyes as he uses his talons to climb a building. He should've just stayed at HQ. This is what he gets for being nosy.
10 minutes later 
“Lyla, where the hell is she?”
“I don't know she was just here”
“Well she's clearly not here anymore” He runs his hands over his face as he walks on the roof of the supermarket you were at less than 5 minutes ago. “She's 6 months pregnant for goodness sake it shouldn't be hard to catch up to her” He's right he should've just stayed at HQ. 
“Lyla. Find. Her.”
“Calm down bossman I'm trying-”
“Well try harder I have stuff I have to do”
“So then why did you leave?” He stares at Lyla, narrowing his eyes. He can't answer that question because he doesn't know the answer himself.
“Don't question me”  He rolls his eyes at her as he puts his left hand down. He doesn't bother looking back at his watch until he hears Lyla speaking again.
“She's roughly 8 minutes away…she's at another Supermarket” What in the world are you doing? Why can't you just stay at one supermarket? He grunts in response as he begins to make his way over to you.
“And how exactly is Spiderman going to show up at a supermarket?” He thinks in silence as he jumps from rooftop to rooftop. He doesn't know the answer to that question either. 
“You'll need a disguise, you want me to make one for you?” He thinks it over before nodding his head. He can't exactly show up as himself aka Miguel you're neighbor. Because how would he know that you're at a supermarket almost an hour away from the apartment?
•°~°•
He looks stupid. He walks into the supermarket with his disguise on and if anything he thinks he's drawing more attention to himself than anything. He's wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a black matching sweater, a pair of black sunglasses, a black face mask, and a hat. It's about to be July. It's hot as hell and he's stuck dressing like it's fall.
“Uh….bossman don't you think it's weird that we followed her here?” He sighs as he walks along the aisles.
“No…she's supposed to let me know when she's going to the supermarket”
“And she did…she told you 2 weeks ago that she was going to the supermarket in 2 weeks. And how in the world would she let you know she doesn't exactly know that you’re her neighbor Miguel”
“Lyla por favor”
(Por favor=Please)
“Nope, you're going to have to tell her one way or another especially if she's going to be working with you” He sighs as he turns the corner.
“Not with me for me there's a difference”
“If you say so…I still think that it's a little weird that we came all this way just because she's going to the supermarket.”
He exhales as he mumbles under his breath. “She’s pregnant”
“Okayyyyy and what does that have to do with you?”
“It has nothing to do with me”
“Exactly so then what are we going to do…help out every pregnant woman we see now?”
“No”
“Right so just her”
“Just h-” He stops dead in his tracks with his head hanging low as a fit of giggles fills his ear. “Just no one how about I put you to sleep before you let everyone know who I am”
“Mhmm whatever you say bossman but you’re sounding awfully a lot like someone who cares”
“Well I don't” 
“Well that doesn't sound convincing I think-” He doesn't bother waiting for her to finish her statement he just subtly turns her off on his watch. As soon as he gets back to HQ he's fixing her.
He lets out a deep sigh as he walks along the frozen food aisle. He feels like he's been walking forever. Where in the world are you? He walks into another frozen aisle and then he finally finds you. You're at the far end of the aisle looking into one of the freezers. You're wearing a blue long fitted dress paired with black flip-flops. You have a hand resting on your stomach as you look for something. He slowly walks up to you with long strides staring you down. And the longer he stares he notices how the dress hugs your curves. And how full your breasts look they’re practically falling out as you slightly bend over to check-
………
What the hell is wrong with him?
You're pregnant for fucks sake Lylas right it is weird for him to come here. He begins to turn around when he hears the freezer door slam shut.
“I'm sorry baby but I can't find it anywhere I-I don't know what to do” He sighs as he slowly turns back around to face you. What are you looking for? He slowly walks to you leaving a few feet in between the two of you and he waits for you to notice him. When you do he watches as you give him a once over before digging in your purse for something. You stretch out your hand and try to give him loose change?
“I'm sorry but this is all I have right now” He tilts his head at you staring as you hold out your hand. He says nothing and stares at you with bewilderment. You think he's a homeless man asking for money. Out of all the things a homeless….
“Do you not want it?” He continues to stare at you unmoving. The audacity you have for him to come all this way just for you to confuse him for a-
“Okayyy…..well have a good day” You put the change back in the bag before heading in the opposite direction trying to find whatever it is that you're looking for. He slowly begins to follow you as you navigate through the aisle.
You slowly open a freezer but stop as you look at him. He watches as you close the door taking a few steps away from him before resting your arms protectively over your stomach.
“Can I help you with something?” Miguel takes note of your body language and realizes that he's scaring you. Dammit, that is not what he was trying to do at all. He checks the aisle to make sure that there's no one around before unzipping his sweater revealing his suit underneath.
“It's me”
You lean in, lowering your voice as you take a closer look at his suit. “Spidey? What are you doing here?” Yet again this is a question he doesn't have the answer to. Before he has the chance to speak you end up beating him to it.
Slowly you take another step back looking at him with uncertainty. “How do I know it's really you? You could be a fake for all I know”
 He rolls his eyes. “I'm not”
“Okay so.…name the three gifts that you got me then”
“I didn't get 3 I got you 2 the slippers and the rose”
“And what color were the slippers?”
“Red” You stand there analyzing him from head to toe before a small smile emits on your face.
“So it really is you….but why are you here and dressed up like that?”
“It's a disguise”
“Oh and here I was feeling bad that I lied to a homeless man” He folds his arms across his chest as he stares at you.
“Why are you here?” He asks and the minute he does your shoulders deflate as you turn to face the freezers.
“Would you believe me if I said this was the 3rd supermarket I've been to today?” He immediately nods his head.
“I've been out all day. I had a set plan to go for a quick checkup for the baby, then I had these cravings so I thought I was just going to be in and out of the store but it feels like I've been here forever.”
“Well, what are you-”
“Mint chocolate ice cream and a bacon-wrapped pickle” Oh that's not…well then. He opens his mouth to speak but then stops when he sees you bringing your hands to cover your face. Are you-
“It's just like I checked three different stores, well actually four if you include the deli and I can't find Mint chocolate ice cream anywhere. It makes no sense mint chocolate is so good it should be everywhere” You pause to take a breather wiping away your tears before resuming. “It's hot I'm hungry all I want to do is go home and stuff my face while looking for a new job but I can't even do that and now I'm pretty sure I wasted half my day looking for ice cream”
He stares at you while you pull your curls away from your face and wipe your eyes. You're crying because of mint chocolate ice cream..? Has he been in a situation like this before? Yes..? Does he know what to do? No. The only thing that seems logical is to get you your mint chocolate ice cream. He sighs as he walks closer to you and begins to inspect the freezer. How did he go from making sure the multiverse was intact to finding mint chocolate ice cream in a matter of hours?
“W-What are you doing?” He doesn't bother looking at you as he continues to inspect the freezer.
“What do you think I'm doing?” When he realizes that there isn't any ice cream in there he moves to the freezer that you were first at when he saw you and almost immediately he finds it. Damn, you're blind. Opening the freezer door he goes to use his webs but then stops when he realizes where he is. Crouching on the floor he leans in to get the ice cream from the far left side on the bottom shelf all the way in the back.
Miguel walks back over to you with ice cream in hand and he misses as you immediately lunge for it. “W-Where did you get this? I looked all over and I couldn't even-” You pause as you rest a hand on your stomach and use the back of your hand with the ice cream to wipe your face.
Miguel hates seeing people cry mainly because it's awkward and he doesn't know what to do. The most he does is ignore them. What else can he do? He wasn't made to comfort people. It's just not him. And the only people he actually showed that he cared for are no longer here. It's best that way, as harsh as it sounds it's better not having to care for another person and only care for yourself. The minute you start caring for others the harder it'll be when they are no longer with you. You'll start to put them first, you'll go the extra mile to make sure that they are happy, not caring about your own wishes. You'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on their face no matter the cost. Rather have them living instead of you…..To live like that, to live with the constant want of putting someone else's feelings over yours is a dangerous game and it's one he doesn't want to play again.
He clears his voice as he turns his head away from you.“Why are you crying when you have the ice cream?”
“I-I don’t know I just—I just have a lot going on right now spidey. But ignore me I'm pretty sure it’s the pregnancy hormones”
He folds his arms across his chest. “Yeah well just stop crying you’re bothering me” 
“Oh….yeah yeah, you’re right I’m sorry. Are you coming with me to get the rest of the stuff?” Slowly he turns to look at you. Well, he came all this way and he would’ve had to wait for you one way or the other.
“Yeah but I can’t stay long so make it quick” He watches as you give him a smile before walking up to him wiggling your hand till it rests in one of the crevices of his folded arms across his chest. “Okay well let’s walk together. It’ll be faster that way since I’ve been walking so slowly lately” He pauses just for a second debating if he should just drop his arms altogether. He takes a deep breath as he stares straight ahead saying nothing as he allows you to rest your hand in the crevice of his elbow as you walk them both to the desired aisle.
•°~°•
You feel happy now that you finally have your mint chocolate ice cream. You'll feel even happier when you get to eat it. You lead Spiderman to the aisle with the bacon and before you can hoist it under your arm he takes it away from you holding it in his hand. His hands are no longer folded across his chest; they are hanging at his sides. It'll be weird if you try to hold on to his forearm right? It's not like it's that crowded and plus you can just try to walk in front of him and lead the way so you won't fall behind.
You hold the ice cream with both hands placing them in front of you just below your bump as you walk to the next aisle. You walk into the aisle that you assume has pickles and begin to look for them.
You turn around facing Spiderman. “Spidey do you see anything?” He shakes his head no before stuffing one hand in his pocket while the other one holds the pack of bacon. “I think it's in the other aisle” He begins to walk out of the aisle and you practically have to jog to catch up to him….Well, it's more of a power walk but still.
When finally reaching up to him you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Spidey wait up I can't walk that fast” You watch as he picks up a jar of whole pickles but you shake your head no. You don't want those. You walk to try and reach the ones you want but you can't, you're too short. “ I rather the slices but hey can you get that for me?” You reach up on your tippy toes again but once again you can't reach it.
“It's the same thing”
You shake your head no as you turn around. “It’s not the same thing mister”
“But it is”
“But it's not” You watch as he lets out a huff and walks till he's standing directly in front of you. Your breath hitches in your throat as he towers over you. Surprisingly without the suit, he looks just as intimidating it's like nothing has changed. As you crane your neck you slowly realize that there's only one other person you know that's this tall.
He stands there looking down at you not saying anything longer than necessary so you decide to break the silence. “Hi, Spidey…did you know that you’re really intimidating? I'm getting nervous just by making eye contact with you. Well with the sunglasses at least.” He says nothing as he begins to lift his right hand but he then stops midway.
“I'm going to raise my hand now” You stare at him with confusion. “Okay so why are you telling me that for go ahead” He raises his right hand again and reaches above you. Revealing a jar of sliced pickles. At the sight of them alone, you feel your mouth watering. You start to shift on your feet excitedly. You hand him the ice cream and reach for the jar of pickles. 
“Open this for me pretty please”  As soon as he gets it open you reach inside and grab a slice of pickle. You rest your hand on your stomach as you let out an excited squeal to say that you're happy right now would be an understatement. You sigh the minute the pickle is in your mouth the flavors dancing on your tongue. Mid bite you go over to open the ice cream carton and you dip the pickle inside.
“That's disgusting” You look up at him as you place the pickle with the ice cream in your mouth. “Don't judge me. I've been out all day trying to find this ice cream and now I've finally found it. Plus we're hungry we haven't eaten since this morning it's been hours”
“Well, you both should be eating proper food not whatever this is” You roll your eyes at him scooping the pickle in the ice cream one more time before you close them up. “Are you going to make me lunch then?” He stares at you for a little bit before turning around. “Let's go and pay, I have stuff to do” 
“Wait hold on, I just need a few more stuff and then we can go” He nods his head and you walk alongside him and surprisingly you're able to keep up. He definitely slowed down if he didn't. You would've been a few steps behind.
•°~°•
After paying for your stuff he walks you to your car and places the bags in your trunk. It's not a lot of stuff since you did a big food shopping two weeks ago. You just needed to get the basic stuff like eggs, bread, milk, and water. When he's done you walk over, get into the driver's seat, and begin to put on your seatbelt. You stare at him through your rolled-down window and you smile at him.
“Thank you for today. I don't know what we would've done if I didn't get my ice cream. But I don't want to take up any more of your time since I know you're busy. So have a good day.” You give his forearm a light squeeze before going to roll up your window but he stops you by opening the car door.
“Spidey?”
“Get out of the car”
“Why?”
“I'll drive you home I'll have to wait on you anyways you're not carrying those bags up the stairs”
You give him an incredulous look. “It's just three bags I'll be fine you said you had stuff to do”
He nods his head. “I do so the faster you're home the better” You stare at him for a second before unbuckling your belt to get out of the car. Walking around to the passenger seat you watch as he gets into the driver's seat putting on his seatbelt and turning on the car engine.
For the first 10 minutes, you guys sit in silence. There's no music playing, no conversation going on, no nothing. You begin to rub your stomach as you feel her move. It's 3:30 pm and you've been up since 6 because your appointment was at 8. The last time you ate was at 7 to say you're hungry would be an understatement. But you don't want to sit with him in silence. There's probably 30 minutes left before you reach back home.
“Hey Spidey, where's the little woman that was with you last time?”
“She’s sleeping, why?”
“I'm bored. Can I speak to her? I don't want to bother you while you're driving so…” He sighs before taping his watch and the little woman appears. You find yourself grinning ear to ear the moment you see her.
“Hi pretty lady, how's the little one?”
“She's fine, we're just hungry right now. How are you?” You try to stay focused on her but since he's driving with his left hand it's hard to. 
“I'm okay it's hard being this man's assistant though but how did he treat you today?” You steal a glance at him but his eyes are glued on the road.  “Oh, he was….okay” The car stops at a red light and you watch as he begins to take off his watch. He stretches out his hand and hands it to you. You mutter a thank you as you rest the watch on your stomach allowing yourself to get a clear view of the little woman.
“Oh, just okay what did he do?” You nervously glance over at him before bringing your attention back to the little woman. “Well…it wasn't anything bad and maybe I'm just being sensitive but…” Your words trail off as you stare out the window. Should you really even say anything if he's only a few inches away from you? You let out a deep sigh before opening your mouth to speak. “It was only something he said that bugged me. It was when I was crying after he found the ice cream. He wanted me to stop crying because it was bothering him…and I don't know it just kind of hurt my feelings but it's fine I'm just being sensitive.” You nervously laugh as you tuck your curls behind your ears. 
“He did what? Don't worry about it I'll handle him later” She then turns to Spiderman and folds her arms across her chest. “You need to apologize, how can you say that to her?” Your eyes widen and you immediately begin to wave your hands in dismissal. “Oh no Spidey it's fine it was my fault that I started crying in the-”
“It's not your fault” A beat passes as he pulls into your apartment parking lot. “I didn't know—I didn't mean to hurt your feelings” He turns to look at you when he finishes parking the car. “I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings…I just don't do well comforting others” You slowly nod your head. “It's fine really you don't have to explain yourself” As you both stare at each other you almost forget that the little woman is standing….well on your stomach.
He gives you a nod before exiting the car and you do the same making sure to grab the watch and your bag. Knowing that he won't let you lift a finger you head to the lobby to hold the door open for him.
“You should've let him apologize” You shake your head in disapproval. “It's okay really I shouldn't have even said anything,” You say nothing as he walks through the lobby doors you both walk up to your apartment in silence.
•°~°•
Miguel is now leaning against the wall by the window after helping you put away your groceries or rather he mainly put it away while you talked to Lyla. He meant it when he said he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings but that’s just how he is he wasn’t made to be gentle. Sighing as he folds his arms across his chest he thinks about how he is supposed to bring up the idea of you working at Spidey Society if he's supposed to not know about it. Maybe he should just bluntly tell you he’s your neighbor’s friend. Or maybe he should just lay it out all on the table and tell you that he’s Spiderman. He thinks it over for a second before scraping the idea. That probably could be one of the worst things he could do.
He watches as you make your way over to him while still engaging in conversation with Lyla. He knows you're both going to drive him nuts when you start working with him—for him. You stand a few feet away from him resting the watch on your stomach while waving goodbye to Lyla.
You stretch to hand him the watch. “I'm assuming you want this back” He nods his head as he stares at you tucking a few curls behind your ears as you place your hands under your stomach. He takes a deep breath, it's now or never.
“I heard from a friend that you needed a job” You stop your movements as you try to process what he just said. “Friend I don't…oh my goodness you know my neighbor” Miguel slowly nods his head this was a bad idea. 
“I can't believe it how did the two of you meet? This makes no sense. How does he know you?” He shakes his head no. “That's not important right now. Do you need a job or not? Space is limited so time is of the essence” He's lying space isn't limited because he just figured out what he wants you to do. You nod your head eagerly of course you need this job you need it now more than ever.
“What's the job?”
“You'll be organizing files of all the spiders that are at Spider Society and then logging them into a computer. All the boxes are in the basement I've been meaning to do it but I've never brought myself to do it since I know everything”
“Oh okay, that's great, when can I start?” Damn, he hasn't thought of that yet. “Monday and you're only working from Monday-Friday if you need to lift anything or if you want anything take the elevator up to my office and I'll get someone to help you”
“What about you will you help me?”
“No I'll be working, I have no time to help you, the fate of the multiverse lies in my hands” He watches as your shoulders deflate but you nod your head anyway. 
“Right, I totally knew that” You take a deep breath as you rest a hand over your heart. “So this is real I'll be working at Spider Society with you and Lyla? Will I get to meet all the other spiders as well? Oh and what should I wear? Is there a dress code?” Miguel hangs his head low, you really do talk a lot, it's like Lyla 2.0.
“Just wear whatever you want” You nod your head as you make your way over to him. He had the urge to take a step back as you stand directly in front of him only inches apart but his back is already on the wall. “This is…words can't even express how I'm feeling right now. Spidey you have no idea of the night we had yesterday this means so so much to me. Thank you so much.” 
Just when he thinks you're going to step away you do the complete opposite; he barely even has time to understand what you're doing until it actually happens. You wrap your arms around his neck pressing the top half of your body to him. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to return the hug. His body goes rigid the last time he ever received a hug from someone was years ago. The person wasn't even half your size but the warmth of another body showing him affection still feels the same. It’s distant but it feels oh so familiar. It's a feeling he never thought he would ever feel again but it's also a feeling that he doesn't wish to feel again. Even simple things like receiving a hug bring him pain. It's insane really something so simple is bringing a man like him into despair. 
Even with the help of his disguise that's covering his eyes, half his face, and the zip-up sweater that acts as an extra barrier, an extra wall if you will, he still feels so bare, so exposed and he hates it every moment of it. As he goes to gently remove you from off of him he feels your shoulders shaking and an immediate sense of Deja Vu passes over him. The memory that he kept locked up so tight comes back to him vividly. It was him with his little girl in his arms as she sought to find comfort in him because she was sad her team lost the soccer game. This is really too much for him he feels like you're slowly taking the air away from his lungs. As he lifts his hands from his sides getting ready to remove himself from you you loosen your hold on his neck and take a small step back. Your left hand lingered on the side of his neck, your thumb gently rubbing the skin that his hood failed to cover up.
Wiping your eyes you give him a small smile before slowly removing your hand from his neck. “I'm sorry I know how much crying makes you uncomfortable. I'm just so happy I really needed this you have no idea” You place both hands on your stomach when you feel her move. “Well, we've kept you for way too long go back to work—Oh wait I have to tell him the good news come let's pay him a visit” He sighs as you grab his hand and begin to walk to your door. You're very touchy he realizes but you're not like that with him when he's just your neighbor Miguel. But at least this shows you have no idea who he really is to you your neighbor and Spiderman are two different people.
“He's not home” You turn around giving him a confusing look. “How do you know that?”
“Because he told me I know his schedule” His eyes dart down to where you're still holding his hand and he can already feel his face heating up. For fucks sake how old is he 13? He removes his hand from yours and places them into his pockets.
You quickly place your hands on your stomach muttering an apology. “Did he also tell you his name? For some reason, he won't tell me anything” He just shrugs his shoulders. How does he respond to that? “Can I uh know your name? If it's supposed to be a secret then it's-”
“Miguel….my name is Miguel” 
“Oh, what a lovely name I think it suits you. Thank you for trusting me with it” You turn your head towards your door before turning your attention back to him. “Do you know when he'll be back? I would love to tell him the good news” He shrugs his shoulders he doesn't have a clue when he'll be back. He genuinely has a lot of work to do. 
“I don't know it depends I'll tell him that you're looking for him” He gives you a nod before turning around it's time for him to leave he stayed way too long it's been hours. He's positive he's going to hear Jess running her mouth the second he steps foot in his office. Once he's on your fire escape he turns Lyla back on so she can take away his “disguise” making sure his face is fully covered he turns around only to find you directly behind the window. He narrows his eyes and stares at you.
“I didn't see anything I swear” He raises his hand to stop you. “I know…I'm leaving now. Monday at 9”
“Monday at 9 I'll see you then Miguel” He takes a deep breath before swinging away.
•°~°•
The weekend couldn't pass by any quicker. It felt like the days lasted forever. On Friday you decided to have a self-care day. Just you and your baby girl enjoying the nice weather. You took a walk in the park, sat by the flowers basking in the sunlight, and on the weekend you took the time to focus on your schoolwork. You have one more month left and then you'll finally get your bachelor's degree. To say you're excited would be an understatement. Not only are you going to be working with Miguel you're going to get a chance to see all of the cool spiders as well.
Since it's supposed to be 90 degrees today you decided to put your curls up and you swear it's taking you about 10 minutes just to do so. Your curls are extremely thick and trying to put them up and make them look cute at the same time isn't easy. Finally getting it to look the way you want it you decide to leave a few curls out framing your face. Your makeup is minimal and of course, you're wearing your statement red lipstick it seems right since you’re going to be surrounded by red and blue. And to top it all off you're wearing a long red dress that isn't supposed to be fitted but it is because of your bump. Is it too much? Maybe but it's just to blend in.
Before leaving you make sure to take your gift that you were making Spiderman—well Miguel all those weeks ago. It was hard to make since you made it with yarn but you think it came out pretty well. You made a miniature version of him a stuffed animal if you will. Just to show him your appreciation you even impulsively made him and your neighbor a flower. Since they both helped you get a job at Spider Society without the two of them you really don't know what you would've done. But you're positive that you wouldn't have gotten a job so fast without them and they deserve your thanks, oh and you also made them cookies.
You pile the cookies and his gift into the passenger seat getting ready to drive to the address that he gave you. Last night you woke up to a piece of paper with the location tucked snuggly under your window. 
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You stare at the building in awe. It's massive. You wouldn't be surprised if there were 70+ stories in here. You nervously gulp hopefully you’re good enough for this job. A small gust of wind rushes by you as you push open the lobby doors. You don’t even think there’s a proper flight of stairs here. Looking up there are just walkways upon walkways leading up to what you presume is the top floor. That's if there are any floors in the first place.  As you take in the atmosphere there are also hundreds of spiders here all different shapes and sizes quite literally. You see horses, robots, a cat, and a—Wait is that a T-Rex? Jesus, is it really okay for a regular civilian like you to be here? The closer you look you realize some of the Spiders are walking upside down and there aren’t even railings along the walkways.  
You nervously look around the lobby floor for any signs of Spiderman your Spiderman to be exact. Well okay, not your Spiderman just the one that you know personally. Nervously rocking back and forth on your heels you continue to look around the lobby for him making sure to avoid the eyes of the Spiders that are looking your way.  Looking at your phone it’s currently 8:55 in five more minutes you’ll be late. The smart thing to do is walk around and maybe ask for directions but the last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself. Finding a seat in the lobby you decide to wait for him he’ll find you eventually, right?
30 minutes later
You manage to find an elevator and now you are on the 30th floor roaming the halls in search of Miguel but you can’t find him anywhere. You’re way too scared to walk along the walkways so you’re just roaming the floors until it gets to the point that you have to walk on them and then you’re turning around and heading to another floor. Finally getting the courage to ask a Spider for directions you tap on a woman who has beautiful curly hair and by the looks of it is also pregnant.
“Hey I’m sorry to bother you but do you know how to get to Mig—I mean Spiderman 2099 office? I’m new and I can’t find it” She looks at you up and down with confusion before realization dawns on her face. “Oh honey, it’s all the way up there. Didn’t he tell you?” You slowly shake your head no. He didn’t really tell you anything maybe it’s your fault you should’ve asked more questions.
She hangs her head down low while letting out a sigh. “Of course he didn’t he lacks basic communication skills it’s nothing personal. Come I’ll take you up there” Before she can walk away you reach out to touch her forearm. “I can’t exactly go up there like you I can only-”
“Yeah honey I know come on” You nod before following her to the elevator. “How long have you been here since I’m assuming that you're lost”
“Oh only 30 minutes” 
“My goodness, you don’t have a watch or his number or anything so you can contact him?” You shake your head no. “I’ll make sure to tell Lyla so she can give him an ear full or maybe you should do it he’ll listen to you”
You wave you’re hand in dismissal you highly doubt that. “No no no it’s-” She cuts you off.
“It’s not okay he should’ve been more prepared to have you here…How’s your little one?” She points to your stomach as you both step inside the elevator. “Oh she’s okay being next to the cookies for so long made us hungry but she’s fine”
“You’re having a baby girl…interesting. How far along are you?”
“We just made it to 24 weeks on Friday. What about you?” You ask while you both step out of the elevator and she leads you down a low-light corridor that is filled with a lot of uh..things. 
“We are 30 weeks we’ll be 31 in two days and I don't know the sex yet my husband wants it to be a surprise”
“Oh, that’s-” You’re interrupted by heavy footsteps approaching you followed by a string of curses…? You look up and see your—no Spiderman walking towards you with his eyes glued to his watch.
“Dammit Lyla, why didn’t you say anything, Joder, ¿cómo pude-” He pauses when he sees the two of you standing there. You awkwardly send him a wave with your free hand.
(Joder, cómo pude= Fuck how could I)
Resting your hand on your stomach you give it a gentle rub. “Hey Spidey I came early today but I guess you forgot about us….?”
“I-”
“I can't believe you left this poor girl downstairs for almost 40 minutes what were you doing?” Your eyes widen at her words.
“No no it's okay he was busy there's no need-”
He walks closer and stands in front of you. “It’s not okay I didn’t forget about you two I just—I just got distracted I was working and-” You raise up a hand placing it on his forearm giving it a squeeze.
“It's okay there's no need to explain I get it. Oh, I got you a gift and I made cookies for the Spiders but I forgot how many there were so not everyone will get one. Sorry,” You nervously laugh as he narrows his eyes at you. You stretch out your hand handing him the plate of cookies and his gift and he acceptes. However, the woman who helped you find his office takes them from him.
“You don't deserve any of her cookies. Don't worry dear I'll hand these out I'm sure the spiders will love them. I'm Jessica by the way” She stretches out a hand and you take it happily and tell her your name as well.
“Make sure you eat a snack before you start working your cravings will only get worse if you ignore it” Nodding at her words you wave at her as she walks out sending Miguel a death glare over her shoulder.
“Sorry, I didn't tell her to-” He cuts you off.
“Stop apologizing you did nothing wrong” A beat passes as he looks in the bag. You watch as he slowly takes out the miniature version of him that you made. In times like this, you really wish you could see his face what if he hates it?
“It's you…just smaller I started making this when you helped me with my groceries the first time I know it's been a month but I finally finished it. I thought you could maybe put it on your desk or something. Do you like it? If not then I can-”
He shakes his head. “I…like it I'll just put it on my desk” You smile brightly at him as you nervously tuck some of your curls behind your ears. “Oh really that's a relief”
Further looking into the bag he pulls out the little bag of cookies you made him. “You made me my own?” You nod and he begins to walk ahead and you walk alongside him. You hear him mumble something under his breath but you can't make out the words.
“Jess said that you're craving something what is it?” You rest both hands on your stomach. “Oh, I just think that being by the cookies for so long made us crave it. But we're okay it'll pass I'm on the clock so”
“Nonsense eat” He hands you a cookie out of the bag. “But I made them for you”
“It's one cookie eat before I give you 5” You let out a huff as you take the cookie from him. “Someone's bossy” Finally making it out of the long corridor you enter a room with a very large platform that has maybe 20 orange screens on it. The color illuminated the room. You do a 360 staring at the room in awe.
“Is this all you?”  He says nothing and hums in response. “This is beautiful what are all these screens” You ask as you walk further into the building stepping on the platform to get a closer look. You hear him following close behind you.
“Just stuff that I'm keeping track of to make sure there's nothing messing up the multiverse”
You take a step closer getting lost in the color and you feel him very close behind the heat of his body radiating off on him you can feel it on your back. So you look over your shoulder only to find him already looking down at you. “And who made all of this stuff it's all digital?”
“I did” You're eyes widen incredibly. “You? Spidey–I mean Miguel that's amazing did you create all of this?” Turning around to fully face him you ou gesture to the room around you.
“If you're talking about Spider Society then yes. I had help but this all was my idea” You stare at him in awe. “Can you tell me how it all started I would love to-”
“Why?”
“Because I would love to know about it and how you got this all started and plus I'm working here now so it's only right. But I'm sure you tell this story all the time so you don't-” He walks over to one of the screens and begins tapping on it and you follow close behind for some reason you're eager to learn about all this. Maybe it's the story and the facts behind the Spider Society that you want to learn about or maybe it's just because it's his story to tell.
“It's not that interesting, it's just me and my ideas and theories and a bunch of numbers and when I was at my old job. It's not—I don't really tell this story because people don't care and-”
You shrug your shoulders, cutting him off. “Well, I care you must be really smart if you created all of this. What about Lyla you created her too?” He nods as he begins to rub his ears through his suit and then the back of his neck. Is he getting nervous?
He looks at you clearing his throat before turning his attention back to the screens. Just when you think he's going to start telling the story he's turning back to you again then the screens. Why does he keep doing that? He's not a shy person you know that's for sure but why does he look like he's scared to tell you his story?
You take a step back to give him some room and rest your hands under your stomach. You slowly rock back and forth on your heels waiting patiently for him to start talking. Pretty soon you won't be able to do that anymore. You glance back and forth between him and the screens maybe you shouldn't have asked-
“Stop doing that” You give him a confused look, you're just standing there.
“I'm not doing anything”
“You are stop staring at me like that and don't do that thing with your eyes” He uses his index finger to circle your face.
“Miguel I'm not-”
He raises his hands in defeat. “I can't speak if you’re staring at me like that and if you’re this close….just back up a little” You watch as his chest rises and falls with each breath that he takes and you nod before taking a step back. He looks out of breath, you're not sure what's going on but he's being weird. You begin to look for a chair to sit but you can't-
You're interrupted when you see him shoot out a web at a chair halfway across the room and drag it towards the platform. He places the chair in the middle of the platform before retracting his webs. You go to sit but he stops you with a shake of his head. You watch as he uses his webs to drag the chair a little bit closer to him just to move it back a few inches. He settles on leaving the chair maybe 5 feet between the two of you. When he's done he gestures for you to sit down and you fold your hands on top of your stomach as you stare up at him giving him a smile of encouragement. 
He rubs the back of his neck again before clearing his throat. “Well let's start from the beginning then”
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r0ttingj3lly · 10 months
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Miguel is so damn hot. AND THE MOVIE HOLY SHIT!
anyways I’m his wife it’s canon
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tonixe · 9 months
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POV: SPIDERVERSE CHARACTERS DOING THE GRIMACE SHAKE TREND
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n.o.t.e.s - I'm just really bored and thought of this.
w.a.r.n - crackfic, fluff, and reader being a menace.
p.a.i.ri.n.g - various!spider-verse characters x reader
w.c. - 346
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Gwen Stacy
☆ She thought of the trend as funny and thought it was kinda creepy. She would definitely be interested in doing the trend with you.
☆ When you did the trend first, she thought it was creepy like you first did it as a prank, but she was really scared she lost you.
☆ I feel like you would both do the trend on miles to scare him.
Hobie Brown
☆ He would think of the trend as funny. Lowkey would be down to do with you.
☆ When he first saw you doing the trend, he thought it was weird.
☆ He would love to prank Pavitr with this trend.
Miles Morales
☆ Miles would be scared of this together; he probably hates the trend of how creepy it is.
☆ When he first saw you doing it, he was scared, like shaking that he had lost you, just like a picture of you running to him, just saying it's a prank, while you were literally covered in the purple milkshake.
☆ He would do the trend with you, but with expecting, he doesn't have to get covered with the milkshake.
Pavitr Prabhakar
☆ I feel bad for him like he would be petrified to see literally on the floor covered in the liquid.
☆ I feel just like what you did to Miles; you would just pause everything and run to him, just trying to comfort him, apologizing to him repeatedly.
☆ This poor bb, he would do the trend with you, but you gotta beg him.
Miguel O'hara
☆ He thinks of the trend as just plain weird, like, why would you make a video of you spasming on the floor for views.
☆ When he first saw you did the trend, he was horrified that you were literally passed out on the floor, convulsing on the floor. You would just say it was just a prank; he would likely be pissed off at you for doing it.
☆ No, he wouldn't do the trend with you; he is just too srs.
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kaumaxine · 7 months
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Miguel likes touch (Ayla approves of this)
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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years
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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 ~ (𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝) 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 【 𝐎𝐍𝐄 】
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J. JONAH JAMESON WAS AT IT AGAIN. “Spider-Man is a coward! The good that he has done does NOT excuse any of the bad. Who is he? If you’re watching this, show yourself and we—”
MJ mutes the news as that reporter goes on and on about Spider-Man and how he should identify himself… again. “Sorry about that,” she turns to you and shrugs. “Owner likes to keep the news on all day. Eventually I’m sure he’ll have you working up here by yourself and as long as he’s not out here, you can do what I usually do and just have it on mute.”
“A lot of people seem to be obsessed with Spider-Man.”
Another shrug. “Pretty much. Ever since the whole Mysterious deal. Not me though.”
“You’re not curious who he is?”
“Nope.” The little bell rings just then, signaling someone entering the shop. They both turn, and MJ waves the person over. “This is Ned,” she points to the boy, then motions to you, introducing you, “it’s her second day here.”
Ned smiles at you before sitting down and putting his backpack on the counter and taking a pamphlet out.
“MIT huh?” That was one of the schools that you had been considering. Well… before.
“Yup! That’s the plan. We got rejected actually but then the school called and asked us to come in and… I don’t know what happened, actually. But we’re in!”
You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was. “Well, congrats! I wish I knew what my plan was, or even where I wanted to go.”
“Oh you’re going to college soon too, that’s awesome! Where have you applied?”
You appreciated that Ned seemed genuinely curious. “Umm… nowhere, actually. At least not yet. I still have no clue what I want to do with my life. I think a gap year might be good for me, it’ll give me a better chance to figure out my life at least.”
MJ munches on a donut, using her free hand to point to you. “Now that’s a good idea. If I’d thought more about it before, I would probably do that too. But with the whole you’re not accepted no wait you are accepted thing with MIT, I don’t think I can afford to take any chances. It would’ve been cool though, take some time off from learning and just focus on work and saving money.”
“Yeah,” Ned nods in agreement. “I already know I’m going to have to get a part time job if I want any extra spending money.”
The bell dings again, and MJ offers to take care of the customer.
“Do you live around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you at Midtown.”
You shake your head. “I didn’t go there, I’ve been at Trinity* since kindergarten. I was living with my… uncle. But I’m almost eighteen and he agreed to rent an apartment for me. Then once I am legally an adult, the lease will transfer over to my name.”
“Are you like, rich?”
“Dude!” MJ hears the tail end of the conversation, earning Ned a slap on the back of his head. “Sorry. Sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks.”
Hearing this, you laugh. “It’s fine, I promise. Umm, I wasn’t really as rich as you’re probably thinking. I mean we weren’t poor but I got in because my parents were good friends with the admissions people at Trinity. Then when I was old enough where the grades really mattered and determined what kids stayed, I was getting straight A’s by then.”
“Oh that’s still cool. You must’ve been super smart to stay there that long. And your uncle lets you live by yourself.”
“It’s lonely, but yeah it has its perks. As far as my uncle is concerned though, I mean he and I haven’t really been close. I was twelve when my parents died and he took me in but it was like he never really knew what to do with me, I guess. I stayed in the same house and he had a caregiver live with me full time. Even though I could take care of myself pretty much, just so that he wasn’t leaving a minor on their own. I’m surprised he was so open to the idea of me getting an apartment though.”
“Is it nearby?”
“Yeah, and it’s… not the nicest. Pretty small, actually. But I’m not looking for anything fancy since the goal is to not be there much. I’ll hopefully be pretty busy with this job, and pa— just, my other part time job.”
Ned nods in understanding, impressed that you’ll be juggling 2 jobs and school.
You, on the other hand, want to crawl into a hole. You can’t believe you almost slipped like that, and when Ned and MJ don’t ask what your other job is, you have to stop yourself from sighing in relief.
The next couple of hours are spent talking, and / or helping customers. You and MJ take turns helping customers as they come in, and Ned is happy to just talk to whoever isn’t busy.
“Hey, what’d I say about turning the volume down so low?” The remote is grabbed and the volume turned up so high that you’re pretty sure the store next door could hear it. You and MJ are both thankful that your boss doesn’t stay out front with you to make sure the volume stays on all day.
“— if you or anyone you know has any tips or proof of Spider-Man’s identity, we are asking you to call the number on your screen. Thanks for watching folks, I’m J. Jonah Jameson bringing you the latest on all things Spider-Man.”
The 3 of you just stand there, shaking your heads.
“I feel bad for whoever he is,” you sigh.
“Really? Why?” Ned raises his eyebrows, surprised.
“I mean, I don’t know. You guys all know the good things that Spider-Man has done. There has to be more to the story, why after all this time and all the help he’s given, all the lives he has saved, why would he turn around and just do everything they’re accusing him of?”
“True, but I mean… is it an accusation if there’s proof? You saw the video Mysterio recorded right?”
You hold your hand up in mock surrender. “Yeah, yeah I get it. I’m just saying this can’t be easy for him.” You glance up at the screen just in time to see a picture of him right before it disappears. “I can’t imagine having to hide who you are from the world when you’re out saving it, much less when everyone’s holdings their pitchforks wanting to turn you in.”
MJ returns from helping another customer. “You guys think there’s anyone who knows who he is?”
“I’m sure there’s at least one person. Either that, or he has no one. How would you even go about hiding such a huge part of your life like that? Even if whoever he is was our age, he’d still have school and probably a job too. You’d have to have a million excuses on hand.”
Ned interrupts the Spider-Man talk, seeing a commercial on the TV. “Do you like Star Wars?”
MJ laughs and rolls her eyes, saying she will gladly take the next few customers if it means she can skip out on “the nerd talk”.
“Umm, I’ve actually never seen the movies. I mean the first ones I did when I was a kid but lately I—”
“What? Please tell me you’re joking.”
You shake your head. “Nope. Just never really got into it I guess. I won a giveaway though, some radio contest yesterday and—”
“You won the Lego Death Star?!”
“Yeah, but it’s over four-thousand pieces. I didn’t think I’d actually win, I just wanted to call and see if I could get all the trivia questions right. Now I feel like I have to build it.”
“I can help!” Ned quickly grows more excited. “I built one by myself.”
“You just met her, did you really just invite yourself over to her house?”
Seeing the way MJ and Ned jokingly bicker, you decide that you’re glad about the decision to move. Even all these years later, being in the family home that you grew up in was still painful. This fresh start was going to be a good thing, you were sure of it.
Ned ended up hanging out until you and MJ closed up for the night. Just a few minutes before MJ went and turned off the flashing ‘open’ neon sign, you heard the sound of the bell once more.
“There you are Peter Parker!”
You turned to see a boy who looked to be about your age.
MJ waves you over, “this is Peter Parker. He’s one of our new regulars. Usual cup of coffee?”
“Umm y-yeah, that’d be great. T—thanks.”
As MJ went to go pour his cup, you turned to him and smiled. “Why does she call you by your first and last name?”
At this, Peter blushed a little from embarrassment. “I… it’s stupid. I, um, when I first came in and introduced myself I told her my first and last name. I don’t know why I did it, but now she calls me that every time she sees me.”
“Oh, well then nice to meet you Peter Parker,” you introduce yourself using your first and last name, hoping to make him feel a little better about that situation.
When Peter tries to hand MJ money, she shakes her head. “We’re just about to close, would’ve poured the rest of the pot out anyway.”
“Oh, thanks.” A big grin appeared on Peter’s face. You wondered why he was so happy about a free small cup of coffee.
“You’re welcome to sit and drink it, we just have to clean up,” MJ offers. You smile at Peter once more before grabbing a rag to wipe down the counters.
“How have you not watched Star Wars?” Ned is still unable to believe it.
“You’re still on that? Okay if it makes you feel any better, when I get some free time, I promise to start watching. Maybe I’ll even sit and build the Lego set while I’m at it.”
Peter looks at you. “Wait you’ve never seen Star Wars? But it’s awesome!”
“See! Even he gets it,” Ned smiles, happy to hear that someone else also enjoys the franchise. He holds his hand out for a high-five, and Peter happily obliges.
“What set do you have?”
“The death star.”
Peter’s eyes widen a little. “No way we— I— built one of those. Four-thousand-and-sixteen pieces, good luck.”
“No way me too!” Ned moves over and sits in the chair closest to Peter, instantly pulling him into a conversation about the movies, and how long it took each of them to build the Death Star.
It was a pretty slow day, so it’s only 15 minutes later that the place is cleaned up and ready for the next day.
“I’ll get out of here, bye guys. And it was nice meeting you,” Peter waves before putting his jacket on to head outside.
“You too, bye Peter Parker!”
“Not you too,” he groans, but smiles to show you that he’s only joking.
After another minute, he leaves, and not long after that you exit the shop with MJ and Ned. MJ locks the door, putting the key in the front pocket of her backpack.
“Want us to walk you home?” Ned offers.
“I’m okay, my place isn’t too far.” You say goodbye to the 2, telling MJ she’ll see her for their shift tomorrow morning. As you head in the opposite direction, you’re unaware of the piece of black fabric with a distinct symbol sticking out of her backpack.
“Did you guys both come straight from school?” Ned turns to MJ as they’re walking down the street.
“Huh?”
“I know today was the last day before winter break, and she goes to Trinity, but…”
“Oh umm, well you know I rushed here right after school, it’s why I didn’t walk with you. But I think she just came from her apartment. She said Trinity had their last day yesterday.”
“Oh.”
“Why?”
Ned shrugs, trying to seem casual. “I was just wondering. At least she gets a little break from school, with two jobs and all. I can’t even imagine.”
As they head towards the subway, Ned can’t help but wonder about you. If you live nearby and didn’t come from school, why bring the backpack and change of clothes? And where had he seen that symbol before?
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All Funk, No Punk - Still Hobart Brown
Gold chains instead of silver spikes. Gator shoes in place of thrifted boots. And an afro bigger than Hobie's -
Spider-Funk is Hobart Brown - Earth 831
Hobie Brown maybe Artie's chiller, rougher, and louder self - but somehow, they get on like a cop car on fire (or whatever the saying is).
And Artie Brown maybe Hobie's cockier, flirtier, and flashier self - but they just tell people they're twins.
Or at the very least - they call each other 'brotha' and 'bruv' all the time.
When people ask about the accent thing - you know, Artie being American, they say 'Ever seen The Parent Trap?'
[A LONG ASS post - Below is Artie's Origins, Fighting Style, Relationship to Hobie, and how he got recruited - All About the Brown Bros! Artie & Hobie, FunkPunk!]
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It's Hobie 2 - Electric Bugaloo!
And just when Miguel thought he could only stomach one of them.
Though he calls himself the older brother, being born over a decade earlier, Artie is Hobie's less mature, more materialistic, but just as kind variant.
He's a pacifist instead of an anarchist - Full of Soul instead of bursting with Rock.
And he still hates cops.
Origins:
When Artie was drafted for the Vietnam War in 1969 - the first thing he did was burn his draft card. Then he joined the Black Liberation Army.
He wasn't the only one - Artie was part of the almost half a million draftees to do so.
And then President Osborn was elected.
To fill the gap in enlistment, Osborn came up with a solution.
V.E.N.O.M - A highly toxic, unfeelingly aggressive, and wildly bloodthirsty symbiote. A solution to the protests and draft dodgers.
Engineered by Oscorp - if you didn't induct yourself as a soldier, the V.E.N.O.M would make you one. And suddenly his friends were disappearing one by one.
A subtle but sudden-onset disease, the V.E.N.O.M variant was nearly undetectable, very persuasive, and incredibly effective.
More primal than animalistic, the symbiote's function didn't raise one's bloodlust, - instead it lowered, and at worse cancelled, your empathy. The symbiote subtly normalized dehumanization - attacking neurons in the cerebral cortex to destroy one's capability of empathy, compassion, and at times - recognizing faces. Able to follow commands without a second thought - the perfect soldier. Convincing the host of necessary order and their own biological superiority, over the course of 72 hours the host would lose their ability to recognize the people around them as anything other than sub-human. In 138, V.E.N.O.M turns you into an animal. In 831, V.E.N.O.M turns everyone around you into an animal.
It could make anyone into an unfeeling, unrelenting soldier - no guns needed.
The best of them got sent overseas to the War - and the rest, he turned on the people, hunting down all those who dared to dodge their call.
While on tour in DC, Artie was bitten by a radioactive spider, as he attempted to burn draft papers at a government facility.
He burned the papers. Plus he got some sick powers out of it. Plus Plus he gets to beat up The National Guard on a weekly basis. Ain't that a score.
And Hobie may hate the name Spider-Punk (or so he says), but Artie loves being Spider-Funk.
He calls them Funk & Punk. Hobie calls them that too, but like in a cool ironic way.
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Artie & Hobie:
Personality:
Hobie knows that Artie is going through his 'Pavitr Phase', so he cuts him some slack. Artie's only been Funk for a year and some change.
He's got more Ws than Ls, so he's always one to be a bit cocky and reckless - though never at anyone's expense.
He's more talkative than Hobie - and WAY more flirty than Hobie, ready to wink at anyone willing to stare.
Like Hobie, Artie has his own groupies. And the pair on campus do get stares (and whispers. and giggles); Two 6'5 dudes with enough hair to cause an eclipse, walking around in loud ass boots, they're sure to draw attention.
Something Artie loves.
Artie considers himself a Ladies' Man. And a Man's Man. And what gender you have to offer really. (He's still a 'Hobie' - he doesn't discriminate)
He's got a waterbed in his boathouse, shag carpets, and wine at the ready. He loves sweet-talking people, and showering them in compliments. Whereas Hobie's love language is Physical Touch, Artie's is Words of Affirmation.
But all Hobie has to do is open his mouth and Be British and suddenly Artie's date is swooning and he's like 'Brotha, I'mma need you to shut the hell up for a second right quick.'
If you hang out with them, get ready for Hobie hanging off your shoulder, while Artie is in your ear complimenting your outfit.
Fighting:
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Artie's fighting style is a lot more fluid than Hobie's with a lot of martial arts involved - similar to blaxploitation movies of the era.
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Hobie thinks he looks bloody ridiculous meanwhile Artie is like 'if dem damn jeans weren't so tight maybe you could get like me and have some flair in your fight, my man.'
He also has an INCREDIBLY MEAN backhand.
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Ideology:
The two of them are fairly close, hanging out with each other a lot. Though the two of them are fairly different. Artie is far more pacifist than Hobie, but that doesn't mean he's above violence.
He's just not one to talk about it, or threaten it. He's more of the 'let people talk - don't start none, won't be none'. Camp - and he'll almost never throw the first punch. Though he absolutely considers intimidation, selling hard drugs, and fucking with the general population 'starting some'.
Their ideology may clash heads everyone once in a while, but they hardly ever fight. At all. Instead, they have frequently heated, in-depth debates.
Artie may not be as radical or educated on things as Hobie, plus Hobie has ten years of extra history to pull from, but the two of them do it often, and it keeps them spry.
The only problem is, they get so into it, it SO HARD to understand what they're saying. Accents, slang, cutting each other off, roping other people into the conversation to back them up. It's WILD.
Artie is a lot more materialistic than Hobie. Not as critical of capitalism, Artie likes to game it rather than complain about it.
Unlike Hobie, Artie LOVES the finer things in life, and spoiling those around him. He likes gold over silver, and wears more rings than spikes.
He's a bit full of himself, and he carries a rag in his pocket to whip blood off his nice white boots. Something Hobie wouldn't be caught DEAD doing.
And Hobie clowns him for it everytime. Artie doesn't care. 'True playas never play sloppy.'
But how can he afford all of this? Well,
He's not as uhh,..honest as Hobie. But he has a heart of gold (get it?). And he never lies just to lie - if he's doing it, it's probably for work, or to Miguel, because he does not respect Miguel.
Artie be stealing. He's a master at sleight of hand. If it's a big corporation, it's free game. He never steals money - but to put it concisely: He's a smooth mfer.
He likes gold - he thinks it looks nice. But he knows for a fact that the worth of it is completely manufactured my human and capitalism, and that it's literally just a pretty metal.
He knows that paying hundreds for a chain or gold is exploitative, especially when it's stolen to begin with. So to him, it's justifiable, gimmie.
He also does it mostly for fun, a magic trick - in the same way Hobie makes stuff 'disappear' while talking to Miles, and doing hand tricks.
Artie does that, but more often, and more skillfully.
He doesn't do it all the time, but the first time he did it in front of Hobie - snatching Hobie's homemade watch of his wrist - Hobie was genuinely surprised.
Mostly he does it to make things disappear from your hand, parts he finds lying around, and playing pranks on people like Miguel. Generally, just being a lil shit.
He's a sweet-talker and a big steppa.
Unlike Hobie, Artie knows better than you force his way in. Artie slides in. He can talk them in to anywhere.
He'll pretend to be someone else, pretend to know someone else, steal passes and key cards to get in, and try to attack from the shadows when he can.
In battle, Spider-Punk is the louder, chattier, more immature one. And Spider-Funk is the chiller, sarcastic one.
Like twins, the two of them have their own in-jokes, and they hang at each other's places all the goddamn time. Though they live in different universes and decades, Artie & Hobie are kinda a package deal.
They may not always be together - they both got their own shit to do and they're not actually brothers - but if you hang with one, it's only a matter of time before you meet the other.
"Why is your brother American?" "Divorce." - "Adoption." ........ "Adoption." - "Divorce." "One of you or the both of you are lying."
Diane & Artie & Annie -
[This section is about my main OC Disco-Spider Diane, and her variant Annie P. Disco-Spider is Hobie's....something and they are happily....a something]
Every Hobart needs his Diane, and Artie is no different.
Artie & Diane:
And like usual, it all starts at the beginning.
Diane was the one to recruit Artie - because of course she was. And Lyla had told her two things: He was a guitarist, and his name was Artie. That's all she needed to know.
Lyla wanted it to be a surprise.
She snuck back stage to his show, brushed off the nearly palpable feeling of deja vu in the air, broke into his dressing room, and then tried to flirt him into joining the Society. Easy peasy.
Diane is a very oblivious woman. They spoke for nearly 10 minutes - and Artie decided to hear her out. He sat down on the couch in his dressing room, pulled back his hair and-
Diane goes -
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"Hobie??? Is that you?! Oh my goodddd, you look so cute! Your hair!! Hobarrrrt - Why you ain't say nothing, had me standing here doing all this."
Speech completely forgotten. Mind you, she still hasn't explained anything. Diane is destined to freak out every Hobart she meets.
Artie is starting to think he should stop flirting with weird ass groupies that break into his dressing room.
Diane takes out her watch, the watch he doesn't know she has. She pulls up Lyla, the AI he doesn't know she has. And Diane asks her -
"Lyla! Does Artie stand for-" "It does!" "Oh my god!!! That makes this SO much easier! You're soo sweet, awww!!" "You know I saw the mission and thought of you-" "Am I on drugs right now?"
Needless to say - Diane's recruitment was successful.
Diane and Artie actually get on well, really well. Like weirdly well.
Artie and Diane are both extroverted, flirty, and a bit full of themselves. They're expressive, and more into their hair than they're willing to admit. They're perfect for each other - and people notice.
And Diane finds it a TAD BIT WEIRD
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I mean, the differences between her and Hobie is what Diane loves about them - they're like sugar and spice, PB and J.
Sometimes Artie and Diane may accidentally finish each other's sentences - and Diane will be like 'Hey don't do that :)'. Other times, Artie will playfully be like 'Why are you standing so close to me, mama?' Just to piss her off.
Of course, Diane thinks he's 'cute'. But not Hobie Cute. And unfortunately, he 'speaks American'.
Besides, Hobie is the only Hobart for her.
Artie is definitely into Diane, but more in the 'she's a catch I would go for' kinda way. He did hit on her a couple times early on in their situation - but once she made it clear that she was 'seeing Hobie', he took the hint.
There's no jealously there - Hobarts are incapable of it. In fact, he's kinda proud the only other guy who could pull the hot girl is ..another him.
Now, Artie is a lot more like a big brother, kinda like the ones Diane grew up with in the Panther's house.
He's protective of her, in a 'Be mean to her and I'll deliver an ass whoppin on a plate' way. He thinks she's cute in the way a platonic sense, and finds her groupie mode to be as amusing as it is adorable.
It's ironic though that his ACTUAL girlfriend is - well, Diane's Opposite.
Artie & Annie:
[This section is shorter, and will be longer in Annie's post]
Diane Pastors is Annie P. is Mod-Spider.
Artie's girlfriend, Annie is the farthest thing from Diane while somehow still being just as big of a diva.
An avid feminism campaigner and modern woman, she would never be caught DEAD hanging off of Artie like that. And she can't stomach Diane all that much.
Hobie, Annie HATES. And not in a coy way. She thinks he's obnoxious - she calls him a poseur. She thinks he's a scrub.
Her & Artie are in a committed relationship - officially boyfriend and girlfriend. And instead of Annie, Artie is the one who wears her name on a chain.
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Just like Diane and Hobie, Annie and Artie have a musical duo - called ModFunk.
We're almost done I PROMISE.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Random Details:
Artie's design is an inverted version of Hobie's, but it's also inspired heavily by Jimi Hendrix, mainly this photo on the left.
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Right is an example of Artie's Style. His universe has a paint-marker aesthetic, a lot more colorful and soft than Hobie's, with dripping paint and splatters, but it tones down a lot - like Gwen's.
Artie plays Soul, Jazz, and Funk.
He has a band with his version of Daredevil, Felicia Hardy, and Captain Anarchy.
Artie has killed cops - and soldiers before. But he doesn't see it as a big deal. He hates cops, but he doesn't focus on it. He doesn't discriminate. Ass Whoopin's for everybody.
He DOES pull his hair back, his face isn't covered all the time. Maybe 80% of the time.
He can get around with Spidey Sense, so he doesn't care much - he loves his fro and is always picking it out.
He Pavitr are like best friends. Pavi and The Brown Twins get LOUD AS HELL when all together.
Gwen thinks he's an absolute goofball - So Artie tries his best to make her laugh. She seems like she needs it.
When not on stage and in battle, he prefers to play an acoustic guitar, which Hobie doesn't like playing. His acoustic is also blue.
Him and Hobie can play on each other's guitars, but it sounds very trippy, and VERY VERY weird, abnormally so.
If their heads are covered, or hair done like each other's, they can seamlessly pass as each other.
Hobie SUCKS at an American accent - but somehow, he can mimic Artie's perfectly.
It's the same for Artie - sucks at British, but can speak like Hobie.
He loves chocolate candy bars, Hobie likes fruity candy.
They do write songs together and go to each others shows, though they don't ever really perform together.
They wrestle A LOT
Artie is a genius as well, and they work on mechanics together, Artie is great at math specifically.
He and Hobie do each others hair care and help oil each other's scalps.
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So uh.....that's Artie :) The guy
If you made it this far THANK YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENTERTAINING ME - Artie platonically gives you a red rose.
ALSO TELL ME Why I tried to draw him like Jimi Hendrix But he looking like the Jackson 5 IM SO SORRY YALL
Here's OG Hobie as a thank you! Just imagine two Hobarts standing on either side of you both tall and with big hair and touchy and talkative as fuck Diane is living the DREAM let your OCs be happy
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Bye.
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havocskies · 2 months
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muscle memory ⁉️
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saturncodedstarlette · 9 months
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I couldn’t resist.
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Original artist(s) : ??? (I found these on Pinterest)
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