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AN: Took me long enough, but I finally finished my spiderverse fic! I had such a blast with this one, I hope y'all enjoy! Miles has some serious beef with Miguel & they just need to spend some quality time together!
After defeating The Spot, things started to settle down. The multiverse was ultimately safe, for now at least. And things were actually going pretty well for Miles Morales. After they won, Miguel officially welcomed him into the Spider Society, even giving a tense, begrudging apology. It wasn't much, but it was a start. But now, he was able to see his friends on a semi-regular basis and even picked up a few new tricks of the trade. He buckled down on his classes and managed to pull out an A in Spanish by the end of the year. After months of waiting, he received an acceptance letter in the mail. Of course, his parents threw a huge party to celebrate, bragging to their friends about how smart their son was. As much as it could embarrass him at times, he couldn't be happier that they were so proud of him.
Naturally, there were a few hiccups along the way. The biggest being when he was home alone after a patrol, standing in the kitchen eating straight out of a box of cereal, still in his suit. It was the middle of the afternoon, both of his parents working. He had his headphones on and didn't notice the front door open, and suddenly his father was standing right in front of him, mouth agape as he stared him up and down. It took a long lecture and lots of explaining and apologies on Miles's part, but they understood why he was doing this, and more importantly, why he kept it a secret. His dad even revoked his grounding after he heard the truth!
To top it all off, he was getting called on for missions more frequently, and he found himself spending more time at HQ. He felt needed and accepted among the other spiders, which is more than he could've hoped for. Honestly, Miles doesn't think he's ever been happier. Things were going great for him.
So why the hell was he being so petty to Miguel? Everything worked out fine in the end, yet it still seemed the teen harbored a strong grudge towards him.
Peter B. Parker liked to think of himself as an excellent observer. He also liked to think that he knew the kid pretty well. It seemed like every time Miguel so much as entered the room, his expression went south. He'd go quiet, shrinking in on himself, shooting glares at the man. If the man addressed him, his responses were short and full of sass, if he didn't outright ignore him.
Peter knew where the kid was coming from. Hell, Miguel's scared the crap out of him more than a few times, and the things he said to Miles was out of line. But he apologized for that! It should be water under the bridge, or so Peter thought. It hurt him because he knew Miguel was a good guy, you just had to get to know him. And it seemed that was the last thing Miles wanted to do.
Pavitr, Miles, Gwen and Hobie were sitting around a table playing go fish when Peter and Miguel walked in. Pavitr had pulled out his phone and leaned over to show Miles a video of some guy trying boba for the first time and choking. Right at the funniest part, he glanced up and caught sight of Miguel, the laugh trailing off and smile falling flat. Pavitr was too busy laughing to notice, but stopped when he realized Miles wasn't laughing along.
"Well I thought it was funny," he said quietly, tucking his phone away. Miles snapped out of it and was quick to assure him, "No, it was really funny! Show me again when we're not playing the game."
Miguel snorted as he poured himself some coffee.
Miles furrowed his brows, "What?"
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all," he said as he walked past. Miles rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
"Can you two at least try to get along?" Peter groaned. Miles shrugged.
"Cool with me. Truce?" Miles held out his hand for him to shake. Miguel stared at him skeptically before walking back over him. His form loomed over Miles where he sat at the table and reached for his extended hand.
At the last second, Miles pulled back, running his hand through his hair. "Sike."
Miguel took a deep breath, visibly holding himself back from lunging at the kid while the others at the table snickered to themselves, Hobie looking the most amused. He turned on his heels, muttering angrily under his breath.
"Work with me here," Peter said exasperatedly, to which Miles gave a smug, satisfied grin. Peter rolled his eyes, following after Miguel.
"Gwen, got any two's?"
"Go fish." She bit her bottom lip as Miles drew a card from the deck, and spoke up. "You know, he's really not a bad guy. Wouldn't kill you to be a little nicer."
"Yeah, well maybe you should tell him that," he sassed.
"She's right y'know," Hobie said. "No one loves stickin' it to the man more than yours truly, but even I know when to give it a rest." He laid down his cards, leveling his gaze at Miles. "He's a prick, but he's damn good. Who knows, you might have more in common than you think," he teased, playfully smacking Miles in the arm before pulling him in a headlock, messing up his hair.
"Alright alright, I get it," he said, shoving him away with a shy smile.
"So you'll be nicer to him?" Gwen asked hopefully.
"I guess, sure."
Turns out, it was a half assed effort. He really did try to be nicer when he was around, but it was obvious he was still afraid of the man, clamming up as soon as he laid eyes on him. And he just happened to be busy every time he was called to go on a mission with him. He was on a mission with Peter when they had to call in backup, and he nearly ran into a billboard when he saw who came to their aid.
Miguel wasn't stupid- he knew the kid didn't like him. But hey, he didn't care about him all that much either. But it made him feel shitty, serving as a grim reminder of what he'd done to him. Peter lessened the tension between them, but Miguel could still sense the lingering fear that enveloped Miles every time he was in his presence, could hear the rapid thumping of his heart any time he drew near. And the way he watched his every move: as if he'd snap at a moment's notice, was more than annoying to say the least.
Miguel had called upon Peter for his input and Miles naturally tagged along. He wasn't exactly subtle with the way he looked him up and down as he spoke, watching with a judging eye. Peter kept cracking jokes to try to lessen the tension, frowning when neither one had so much as chuckled by the fifth attempt. He looked up from the screen and gently smacked Miles in the side.
"What's the matter kid? Don't tell me you're too cool to laugh at my dad jokes."
"Nah, it's just 'cause I'm here. I apparently sap out all his joy when I enter the room," Miguel snapped, not afraid to call it how he saw it.
"W-what? That's not true!" Miles insisted, completely shocked by the abrupt nature of his statement. Peter locked up, unsure of how this would play out.
"Yeah, then what is it? You hate me that much or somethin'?"
Miles thought about his answer before he spoke. A rare occasion, I know. "No, I just... think you're meaner than you have to be... sometimes..." he trailed off, getting quieter as he spoke. He refused to meet his gaze and subconsciously scooted closer to Peter, who watched the exchange and sighed.
"Kid, he's not mean, you're just falling for his schtick."
"Hey!" Miguel interjected but Peter shushed him.
"Miguel's got pretty thick skin, you just gotta get used to him. Once you do, you'll realize he's just a big ol' softie. Like me!"
"I am nothing like you," he deadpanned.
"That's one thing we agree on," Miles scoffed, crossing his arms.
"Are you always such a smart ass?" Miguel asked, hands on his hips.
"Easy, he's just a kid!" Peter said, turning around in the computer chair.
"No, he's a cocky high schooler. You're what, a freshman?"
"Just finished sophomore year actually," Miles corrected.
"Probably took pre-cal," Miguel scoffed.
"Nah, I took that last year," he bragged, a cocky smirk on his face, though his eyes held a look of fear that he couldn't shake. There was a tense moment of silence as they stared at one another.
Miles caught a glimpse of Pavitr walk by the doorway and instantly saw his way out of the situation.
"Pav, hey wait up!" he called and ran out of the room to catch up.
"Miles! How's it goin' dude?" Pavitr's voice rang out and their distant conversation echoed down the hall.
Peter groaned as he stood up and stretched. "Why'd you have to go and start shit?" he asked with a tired look.
"I didn't start it!"
"No, you literally started it!"
Miguel sighed. "You heard him, he thinks I'm mean."
"Then show him you're not," Peter insisted, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. Miguel shrugged him off.
"I don't know if he'd let me at this point," Miguel quipped, leaning against the desk.
Peter looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself short. Miguel furrowed his brows and straightened his posture. "What?"
"Nothing, I just had a stupid idea. You'd probably hate it, forget I said anything," Peter said, setting the bait.
Miguel let out another sigh. "What is it?"
Peter hesitated, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. He hoped Miles would forgive him...
"The kid's crazy ticklish, that's all I'm gonna say," he said, holding his hands up in the air.
"What? What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just show him you know how to cut loose. Let him see you without that stick up your ass," Peter snickered. Miguel shot him an unamused look, reaching out to squeeze his hip in retaliation.
Peter yelped and jumped away, wearing a large grin. He threw an arm around his shoulders and gave him a shake. "That's the spirit! Now go show the kid how fun tickle monster O'Hara can be!" he cheered in encouragement, drawing out
a scoff of disgust from the other man.
"Don't call me that," he demanded, earning a chuckle. He glanced at Peter from the corner of his eye and broke into a smirk. "You're real weird, you know that Parker?"
"Yeah yeah, I get that a lot. But trust me, it'll work," he reassured. Miguel was hesitant.
"How do you know?"
"Just trust me."
Miguel waited until he saw an opportunity, and it didn't take long before one presented itself. Miles was sitting in a beanbag in the corner of an otherwise empty rec room when he waltzed in. "Miles, just the spider I wanted to see," he greeted, sitting on the beanbag next to him. Miles stared at him like he had grown a second head.
"Uh, hi. Wha- what did you wanna talk about?" he stuttered, struggling to sit up straight in the beanbag.
"Peter thinks it'd be a good idea if you got to know me. And I have to agree, so I thought we could play twenty questions. Go ahead, ask anything you want." Miles pondered for a moment before thinking of a question.
"So your fangs... could you like, milk the venom like they do with snakes?" he asked, curiosity and excitement in his tone. Needless to say, the question caught the older man off guard.
"What? No! You can't even milk snakes!"
"Can too! I saw a video where they got venom from a rattlesnake like that! You put gauze or cheese cloth or something over a cup and make them bite it, and they shoot out all this venom," he explained. Miguel considered this for a moment.
"Hm, interesting. I didn't know that." He shifted in the soft chair, getting more comfortable. "I guess it's a possibility. Alright, my turn. What's your favorite food?"
They went back and forth asking questions, and Miguel noticed the way Miles relaxed as the conversation wandered.
"Did you get to do a senior prank when you were in high school?" Miles asked, leaning a bit closer in anticipation for his answer. A mischievous gleam sparkled in Miguel's eyes as a long forgotten memory resurfaced.
"Yeah actually. Oho man, it was a great one. A few of us covered the entire floor in shaving cream. I'm talking classrooms, halls, the cafeteria, bathrooms, even the gym. We broke in during the night so we'd have enough time to do the whole school." He shook his head and chuckled. "Everyone was slipping and sliding all over the place. It took us hours to clean up afterwards, but it was worth it." He couldn't deny the swell of pride he felt when he heard Miles let out a quick huff of laughter.
"That sounds like a good one! I wish I could do something like that."
"Why can't you? Just gotta wait two more years, plenty of time to come up with a good prank."
"No, it's not that. My new school doesn't allow senior pranks and stuff like that," he explained, disappointment etched on his features. "It's... pretty pretentious."
"Hm, that's a real bummer. Maybe you'll have to fix that," Miguel suggested with a playful punch to his shoulder.
"Maybe," he agreed, ideas already bouncing around his head. "Your turn."
"Man, 20 questions is a lot more than I thought," Miguel feigned cluelessness and innocence, as if he didn't have this question lined up from the start. "I got one. Are you ticklish?" he asked casually. It was comical the way Miles snapped his head up to look at him with wide eyes.
"What? No," he said quickly, defensively. He was about to ask the next question to change the subject but was cut off.
"See, now that's funny. That's not what Peter said," he drawled, flashing a smug grin. Miles felt a chill run down his spine. He knew this was fishy from the start, but had ignored his gut feeling. A rookie mistake.
"Heh, good thing you're too mature for that sort of thing, right?" he asked nervously, watching him like a hawk.
"Y'know, I'm not so sure. What do you think?" Miguel asked, a dangerously playful edge to his voice. Miles gulped.
"Was this whole thing just a set up?" he asked, his entire body tense. He was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
Miguel shrugged. "If that's what you wanna call it, sure."
It only took a second before Miles shot up to make a break for it. Strong arms immediately wrapped around his waist and brought him back down, right into Miguel's lap. He was thrashing and already giggling, yet still managed to grab ahold of Miguel's wrists to keep him at bay.
"Must be pretty ticklish if you're already laughing," he teased, twisting his hands free. He grabbed both of Miles's wrists and raised them over his head.
"Ihihi'm not! Let mehe gohoho!" Miles protested, trying to roll onto the floor.
"Nah. Gotta say, you've made me real curious now. Well, guess I better not keep you waiting!" He wasted no more time and latched onto his side, squeezing and kneading softly. Miles was already lost to a bout of bubbly giggles as he curled in on himself.
"Why ahahare you dohohoing this toho meee?" he squealed, legs scrambling for purchase and finding none.
"To show you I can be fun," he said, as if that should be obvious. "And you really don't know me if you think I'd let this information go to waste."
"Thihihis is fuhuhun?" he asked, sounding incredulous even through his laughter. Miguel couldn't help but smirk.
"See? Glad you agree," he said smugly. Miles let out an annoyed, giggly groan.
"Not whahat Ihihi meant!"
"Really? You gotta choose your words more carefully. Someone could take your words outta context and do this," he emphasized his point by squeezing his hips, causing Miles to jolt in his lap as if he had been electrocuted. "Y'know, since you said you were having fun an' all."
Miles was sure he was going to die. Whether it would be from the tickling or embarrassment, he wasn't sure, but he was going to die.
"Ohoho my gohohod, shut up ahahasshole!"
Miguel froze, hands poised at his sides and ready to strike. "What did you just call me?" Miles breathed in a few gulps of air while he still had the chance. He shook his head, eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.
"Nonono I didn't mean that, it just slipped out!" he insisted, but Miguel wasn't having it.
"What did I just say about choosing your words wisely?" he asked. Miles attempted another escape instead of answering, and was caught just as easily as before. "Well if you can call me names, clearly I'm not working hard enough."
He dove for his belly, pulling back at the last second, but Miles still screamed anyways. He felt a warm flush rise to his cheeks, glaring at the man as he laughed. He glared at him and shoved his chest.
"You are being an asshole!" he whined, grabbing his wrists and pushing with all his might to keep them away from his belly.
"And you're really asking for it," Miguel deadpanned, slipping out of his grasp with ease. And just because he felt like messing with the kid a little more, he did another fake out, earning another shriek of anticipation, followed by an embarrassed pout as Miguel let out a hearty chuckle.
"What the hell man? Just get it over with if you're gonna do it!"
"A little eager, eh amigo?" he asked, drumming his fingers against his sides. Bubbly giggles filled the air as Miles folded in on himself like a lawn chair, shaking his head frantically.
"N-no!" Miles denied, twisting from side to side and trying to work his way out of Miguel's strong grasp. He kneaded his sides, immediately thwarting the halfhearted escape. A stream of loud squeals and cackles escaped Miles as he squirmed around like a worm on a hook before curling into a ball in his lap.
He snorted when Miguel reached down to squeeze his knee, kicking his legs out. This granted him free access to his belly, which he took full advantage of. He formed a claw with his hand and dug into the soft pudge around his midsection and giggly shrieks filled the air.
"Wow, you're ticklish just about everywhere," he mused, smirking when Miles whined through his laughter.
"Ihihi ahaham not!" he cried out, legs kicking against the floor. Miguel arched a brow, clearly amused at the reply.
"No? Try proving me wrong then," he teased, pinching up his ribs. Miles arched his back, boyish giggles pouring past his lips.
"Screhehehew you!" he cried through his hysterics.
"Well that's not very nice. And here I thought we were finally bonding," Miguel said in a deadpanned tone, though the sly smirk gave him away.
Without anywhere to turn, Miles yelled out for help. "PEHEHETEHEHER! HELP MEHEHE! I-I'M BEING TORTURED!" he cried out dramatically. Miguel shook his head, an evil chuckle slipping past his lips.
"You know he's not gonna help you, right? I mean, this was all his idea. Practically made me do this," he taunted.
Well that was news to Miles.
"HE WHAT?" he shrieked before falling back into a wild fit of laughter.
"Yup. He sold you out faster than you could say tickle tickle tickle!" he teased, digging his claws into his ribs and shaking them against his ribcage. Miles doubled over with a screech, laughing as he kicked his legs in the air. He reached up to hide behind his hands so he wouldn't have to look at Miguel's stupid, smug face.
Miguel shook his head and grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from his face. "Oh no, no puedes esconderte de mí," Miguel teased. Miles thrashed, growing even more flustered by the playful taunt.
"Oh cohome ohohon!" Miles whined, tugging on his arms.
"Everyone keeps talking about these "bleeding armpits" of yours. Let's see what that's all about, huh?"
"No!" he screamed out, but it was too late because Miguel was already tickling under his arms. Miles slammed his arms down to his sides, trapping his tickling hands in place. He was cackling hysterically, blushing when a few snorts managed to slip out.
"Gehehet out of thehehere!" he pleaded, nose scrunched and mouth open in a wide grin. Miguel hummed in thought, drilling his thumbs in the center of his hollows.
"Mmmm no, I don't think I will," he teased smugly. He was about to comment on how the suit markings are practically a bullseye for what seemed to be his worst spot when a sharp elbow cracked him in the face.
He reeled back, hand clutching his now sore, and apparently bleeding, mouth. Miles rolled off his lap and sprawled on the floor, panting for breath before he noticed Miguel's busted lip.
"O-oh my gosh, did I do that? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-" Miles rambled out an apology, cutting off when Miguel held up a hand to silence him.
"It's fine, it was an accident. Besides, this is nothing," he said smirking and gestured to his bloodied bottom lip. "Honestly it surprised me more than anything," he reassured, not wanting Miles to feel guilty over something so small.
"Still, I didn't mean to hit you in the face," he apologized, paused for a second and seemingly grew a bout of confidence, puffing out his chest. "B-but you were asking for it! Seriously, that's what you get for tickling Spider-Man!"
The retort made Miguel bark out a laugh, ruffling the kid's hair playfully. Miles rolled his eyes and shoved him away, but the smile never left his lips.
"Yeah yeah, it's all my fault. Now run along, go tell your friends how you managed to survive tickle monster O'Hara," he teased. Miles cringed at the nickname and let out a long, suffering groan.
"Don't call yourself that," he said, equal parts whiny and sassy. It only took a stern look from Miguel to have Miles running out of the room. Miguel chuckled to himself, pulling out his phone to take a selfie of his busted lip.
Peter had just sat down in the cafeteria about to chow down on a slice of pizza when he felt his phone buzz. He looked at the screen, noticing a new text from Miguel.
He opened the message, huffing out a laugh when he saw the picture of Miguel's busted lip with the caption, Mission Accomplished.
He tucked his phone back in his pocket, taking a large bite. He wasn't even done chewing when he heard fast paced footsteps skid to a halt behind him.
I rewatched 'Rise Of The Beasts' the other day and I've got some more tickly thoughts about it.
So, the film directly tells us that Optimus' relationship with the rest of the Autobots is like that of a big brother, right? Well, as the canonical big brother of the team, he's absolutely the best tickle monster (when he isn't being a big stick in the mud).
Bumblebee and Mirage get into tickle fights constantly, too stubborn to accept a truce (and admittedly having way too much fun).
Arcee tends to stay out of the group's tickle fights. However, when a playful mood strikes her, she's usually the one leading the charge and planning out sneak attacks.
Wheeljack finds himself constantly getting ganged up on, usually by Bumblebee and Mirage, though Arcee occasionally joins in. As much as he whines about how "unfair" it is, he can't bring himself to really mind.
When Noah and Elena join the crew, they can hardly believe that robots can be TICKLISH. Noah gets such a kick out of it, teasing the shit out of Mirage until his partner eventually snaps and decides to teach him a lesson in cockiness.
Primal and the other Maximals take a bit to warm up to the Autobots but once they do, they are more than happy to join in the tickle fights (we saw in the movie than Optimus and Primal ABSOLUTELY have a competitive streak).
In all honesty, the new website update made me so sad for Wally. 😭 He's just a lonely, scared lil guy 💔 So I thought he deserved some obligatory tickles :)
I will say, the part where a few of the Kens tried to tickle each other WAS cute to me. I think Will Ferrell was what made the bulk of the scene feel cringy to me.
👀 are you still doing hc’s for the ask game!! I am always always alwAYS hungry for some lee ed ideas 😈🥰 (if ask game is finished no worries pls ignore!! 💕)
Heyyy this is so fucking late but I completely forgot I had this in my inbox ;-; But yes! I have many hcs so I can absolutely deliver on this! ^^
Edward Teach:
He absolutely cannot handle tickle bites. Which is ironic for how much he loves giving them out to people. Stede is the usual recipient of these and he hates/loves them because Ed's beard makes it unbearable (he may or may not miss the beard when he shaves purely for this reason), so he just assumes that Ed's signature move wouldn't work on him. Because why would you do it so much if you couldn't take the revenge for it?
But one day Stede tries it and is euphoric at the results. The two are lying in bed, Ed's arm wrapped around him with his eyes closed—not asleep yet, but getting there. So Stede, seeing that this is the best chance he's got to actually try this, pulls him closer and starts pressing kisses against Ed's stomach. Which makes Ed smile because it kind of tickles but is mostly pleasant, and there's a bit of him that thinks this is gonna lead into something else, and then his eyes fly open as Stede starts biting. And Ed. Loses. His. Mind. He jerks up into this choked giggle fit and starts desperately grabbing at Stede's hair to try to push him off.
But Stede is determined and refuses to be deterred, so he keeps up this gentle nibbling, and Ed is wheezing out pleas until Stede moves to his hips and Ed LOSES IT, shrieking and scrambling back and punching Stede's shoulder to try to get him to stop.
It is the only tactic that breaks Ed immediatelly and Stede gets power drunk off of the strategy which leaves Ed wary of him for the next week afterwards.
Small tk idea: what if while The Spot was trying to commit some petty crime to get Spider-Man’s attention, an animal (maybe a squirrel or a rat?) climbs on him and ends up crawling into one of his spots, which tickles a LOT. So he’s stuck giggling like a fool when Spider-Man shows up. Whether he helps the animal or The Spot is up to you :)
Man this guy has TERRIBLE luck with animals. Gets compared to cows, squirrels see his stomach hole go Yep new House :) and he has to deal with that almost every time he dares go through the park. Wouldn't be surprised if birds harassed him because they simply didn't like thr cut of his jib.
But yes. I think Miles witnessing a squirrel jump on him and go right on in would be HILARIOUS. Man is snickering as Spot freaks out all high pitched squeals trying to locate and pull the squirrel out only to remember he can use portals and spits it out of one. Miles would definitely be recording to send to the pals lmao.
On today’s episode of ‘What part of Miguel am I thinking too much about’: his suit
We don’t know too much about how it works in the movie, but based on the injection scene, I want to make the assumption that he’s able to disable parts of it at will
And obviously my mind is only going to go to one place with that information
A tk trope I’m particularly fond of is a lee really liking being tickled but is way too embarrassed to ever admit it, but it shows in how they don’t break out of binds they should be able to or truly defend themselves like the ler knows they can
Though for Miguel I’m thinking something a little softer with already established trust
Like having him already pliable and laughing under your fingertips, still growling and pretending to protest, and then asking him to disable his suit wherever you feel like targeting
Watching his face turn red as he sputters and objects and very pointedly looks at anything but you, but sure enough eventually that part of the suit pixelates away and allows you access
It’s just something about him silently admitting that he wants more and showing a willingness that’s too obvious to deny ❤️
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