I kind of adore the idea of a little "Meet the Parents" AU. >w<
I'm curious about how the, uh...(second... third...?) official meeting with Gwen would finally go. Maybe Miles and Gwen convince her dad to come along to soften up* (*distract) Jeff with Cop and/or Dad talk while they focus on the real boss fight: Rio.
I just feel like Rio's heart would melt seeing Miles and Gwen being cute together, especially if she gets Miles to help tickle her. >w<
I admit I'm pretty tempted to write this one now, but you know I love your style. ^w^
-Panda/Black Feathers
~ @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers Oooo, yes! I’ll always love writing for these guys, especially when I can get Rio in on things. It’s taken me a little while to get to this, but I’m happy to write for you again! New meds have been kicking my ass, lol. As always, thank you for your request, Panda; I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Gwen
Lers: Rio and Miles
Summary: Gwen finally visits the Morales household for her first official meeting with Miles’s parents. While Jeff and her father hit it off, Rio is a bit harder to impress. After some questioning and some fun in the kitchen, she begins to get along with Miles’s mother. An accidental poke leads them to an even better—while silly—way to bond.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“So, Gwanda. What do you think of the coquito?”
Rio’s voice was sweet in a rather disturbing way. It was the way that told her to be weary, to make sure she was respectful when she spoke. Gwen would never purposely disrespect Miles’s parents, of course. She was just being…extra conscious of her behavior.
“Uh, actually, it’s… Gwen. I was trying out the Gwanda thing, but it didn’t fit.” Not technically a lie. It was much easier than the full truth anyway. “Oh, and, it’s delicious, R— Uh, Mrs. Morales.”
Rio hummed in slight approval at the formal address she received. Miles must have warned her about using their first names. Nothing worth a medal or anything, but at least the girl had some respect for her and her son.
The sound of laughter and clinking glasses greeted Rio’s ears, and she rolled her eyes. Gwen had brought her father, George, along for the ride. After some initial tension, the two had hit it off and were sharing beers and stories in the living room. Unlike her husband, Rio’s trust couldn’t be earned so easily.
Miles strode into the room then, taking a seat beside Gwen. He’d been swept up into questions by George and his father and only managed to escape once they were slightly buzzed. He took Gwen’s hand, pressing his forehead to her shoulder for a moment in reassurance.
“She’s quite a nice girl, Miles.” Rio addressed her son, eyeing the gentle interaction. She couldn’t be as chilly when she saw how his eyes shone for the girl. “How about you two come and help me in the kitchen, eh? It’ll be a good test of how well she listens.”
Gwen’s eyes immediately shot over to Miles’s, looking for any signs of danger; if she was walking into a death trap, she wanted a warning. Luckily, Miles gave her a small nod and a smile. Usually, Rio was pretty happy when in the kitchen. She was an absolute machine everywhere, but she liked to cook. Miles would help with many meals, same with Jeff; that day, however, it was Gwen’s turn.
“Sure, yeah. I’d love to help, Mrs. Morales.”
They got situated in the kitchen, each washing their hands and getting their own instructions. Gwen was on vegetable peeling, Miles was seasoning the filling, and Rio was working on the masa. They were making a vegetarian version of pasteles.
The process was actually quite fun. Rio gave Gwen some helpful instructions, and the two actually started to get along pretty well as they worked. Sure, Rio had spent nearly the first hour of Gwen’s visit drilling her with questions, but they had reached a good place.
Once the pasteles were being boiled, the three had some time to relax and speak with one another. Jeff and George had settled in the other room to watch the game for that day, each more than a little tipsy. They knew their tolerance, of course; they were just having a nice evening in.
“You know, Gwen, you aren’t a bad cook. I might have to have Miles bring you around more often.” Rio smiled as she dried her hands, nodding contentedly at Gwen. She noticed a bit of banana leaf stuck to the girl’s apron. “Ah, here, let me get that.”
Rio wasn’t expecting the shrill squeak her touch caused.
“GYEEEhe!” Gwen jolted away from the accidental poke, her hand immediately moving to soothe the tingling on her side. A small poke usually wouldn’t do that much, but Rio had given the skin a little squeeze as she tried to grab the leaf. That definitely tickled.
“Oh? Everything alright, Gwen?” Rio hummed, pursing her lips. She knew exactly what had happened, of course, but it was more fun to ask and see Gwen squirm.
“Uh, y-yeah, it just…tickled,” she murmured, a flush quickly tinting her cheeks. She subconsciously scooted closer to Miles, sensing the mischief in Rio’s tone.
With a hum, Rio’s eyes met her son’s. It was a silent question: "Think she would mind?”
Miles looked over at Gwen, biting his lip. While she had been a bit tense at first, the blonde seemed to have taken a liking to Rio. He wanted them to get along, and maybe some playful bonding would help them reach that point. He nodded at his mother with a small smile.
That was all Rio needed.
She reached out, giving Gwen’s side a deliberate, experimental squeeze. The blonde yelped and jerked away from the touch, hiding behind Miles instinctively. “H-hehey!”
“Miles, honey, help me out.” Rio’s voice was teasingly calm, a small smirk on her face as she gave her son the order. She knew he’d do it, both to respect her and to tease his girlfriend.
Sure enough, Miles wrapped his arms around Gwen’s middle, whispering a small “sorry” as he turned them both around to face Rio.
“Miles! What are you— kkkhehehehe!”
Gwen’s complaints got cut off as ten nimble fingers latched onto her sides. Rio gave her a few quick squeezes and pokes, smiling at the giggles she received.
“M-Mrs. Mohohorahales!” Gwen’s squeaky laughter filled the kitchen as she squirmed, stomping her left foot to try and dull the tickly shocks running through her sides. A mix of embarrassment and giddiness had her squeaking through her giggles.
“I think I know why you and Miles are so good for each other,” Rio hummed, skittering her nails across Gwen’s stomach. The girl’s shriek was a welcome surprise. “You’re both adorably ticklish.”
“NYAHAHAHAHO!” As her navel was brushed, Gwen shrieked and kicked out. She could not handle her worst spot being targeted, especially in such a goofy situation.
Miles let out a soft grunt of effort as he held her still, pressing a little kiss to her cheek. His words were soft, spoken right into Gwen’s ear so only she could hear them. “I know, it tickles. At least Mom knows how adorable you are now. No way to dislike you after this.”
Unfortunately for Gwen, even her boyfriend’s sweet whispers tickled. She shook her head wildly, almost kicking Rio accidentally when she started truly attacking Gwen’s navel. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! *snort* IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!”
“That’s kinda the point, hun,” Rio teased, lightening her touch just a bit. She didn’t want to overwhelm the girl, afterall; she just wanted to have some fun and bond with the kid.
While Rio was definitely doing a thorough job of tickling her, Miles still wanted to join in. Gwen would undoubtedly get revenge on him later for helping to hold her still, so he might as well have fun as he dug his grave. He started nuzzling and kissing Gwen’s neck and the shells of her ears, knowing it would add some sweet squeaks and squeals into her laughter.
“GYEEHAHAHA! MIHIHILES!” Gwen whined and tried to kick the boy, thrashing in his arms. She’d usually appreciate his sweet kisses, but he was deliberately trying to tickle her; she was so wrecking him later.
Rio felt her heart melt a bit at the sight of the two. Miles looked so happy to see Gwen squeak, and he was obviously enjoying the sound of her laughter and the sight of her blushy smile. It was nice to see her son enjoy himself, especially with someone who she now knew was a pretty nice girl.
It made her wonder how happy the three of them must be together. They were focused on Gwen that day, but Miles had mentioned Hobie and their relationship to him. She’d have to have her son drag the other teen over sometime soon…
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of Gwen wheezing. They’d been tickling her for a hot minute, and while she hadn’t really told them to stop, Rio could tell the girl was running out of gas. “Alright, that’s enough. Let the girl breathe.”
As soon as the tickling stopped, Gwen practically collapsed against Miles’s chest. Rio got her a glass of water and, once the teen had caught her breath, handed it to her. Gwen gulped down the cool drink rapidly, elbowing Miles once she finished it. “You’re supposed to protect me, not gang up on me.”
Miles snorted at the stereotypical barb, rolling his eyes. “I don’t remember you telling me to stop,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
Gwen huffed and swatted him away, crossing her arms. She glared at her boyfriend, the look carrying a clear message: "You’re dead later.”
Passing the glass back to Rio, Gwen tried to tamp down her fluster and slight embarrassment. “Thanks for the water, Mrs. Morales.”
Rio took the glass with a small smile, observing Gwen’s reaction. She was sweet, a good listener, able to goof around, respectful, and made Miles happier than she’d seen him in a while. She’d officially won Rio over.
“No problem, and you can call me Rio.”
The smile that lit up Gwen’s face made Rio wonder how she’d ever doubted the girl. Needless to say, Gwen would be making many more visits to their home. And, perhaps, she’d also share some more laughter with them.
Could you make more ATSV Tickling Fics of Ghostpunkflower of the 3 together please I would really love to see more of Lee! Miles and Hobie with Ler! Gwen.…please please
YESSS!! OFCOURSE OFCOUSRE OFCOURSE!! :))) I LOVE WRITING FOR LEE MILES AND HOBIE!! (I know it’s been 2 years… I’m sorry)
Lee: Hobie + Miles
Ler: Gwen
Look, I know it’s been a while since I’ve even touched these requests but I’m working on it. I swear I will get all these out one way or another. If it’s any of y’all’s concern, my memory’s been getting worse slowly so it may take longer to get these out. <3
Enjoy~
The 3 spiders cuddled up on the couch using a blanket for warmth, the moonlight barely peering in from the curtains that blocked the sunlight half of the time.
Miles was leaning on Hobies arm, due to their height difference, and Gwen was laying across Hobies lap with her right arm over her head. As Hobie was in the middle, he kinda just sat there, staring at the TV. Both of the spiders body heat pressing up against him not to mention the fluffy blanket draped over his bottom half with Gwen always being super cold.
Now Hobie wasn’t one to start things about him, it was the least of his problems right now. He had 2/3 of his favorite people cuddling up to him with a good movie playing, the room was a good temperature to everybody who wasn’t being smothered, and….. God that’s all he could think about. It was too warm! He focused real hard to try and think cold thoughts, ending up just zoning out.
“You alright Hobie?” A sleepy voice asked in his ear slightly causing him to tense up and jump a bit.
“Y-eah mate, don’t wor’y bout me” The taller one said, shifting positions slightly. Which didn’t help, in fact the friction of the blanket probably made it worse!
“Not ‘that it’s any of your concern, it’s just a bit hot. That’s all!” Hobie said, then feeling shuffling around his thighs.
“I’m freezing! What do you mean you’re hot?!” Gwen exclaimed, grabbing the blanket closer to her. Her elbow slightly digging into his thigh, but he tried his best to ignore that for now.
“You’re always ‘freezing’! We could be in Pavs universe right now and you’d still be cold.” Which was right, even though Pavs climate was relatively warmer than most, due to the latitude, there had been some times where Gwen had complained of the cold breeze in his verse.
Gwen fixed her posistion again, causing a large Hobie hand to come shooting down to her elbow, which was now digging into his knee.
“E-enouf!” Hobie yelped, the volume in his voice slightly raising as he tried to prevent the sensation from continuing.
Gwen dodged the hand, staring up at the Brit as she grinned. “Forgot somebody here’s a little…”
“Don’t you say it!” Hobie scolded, as if he had a say in anything Gwen did. Miles watched from the side, admiring the slight tint that praised Hobies cheeks.
“Ticklissshh??” Gwen dragged out, using her elbow to dig circles into the poor punks thighs.
“GWEHEN-!!” Hobie jumped as he fell into immediate cackles.
“Yea? What’s the problem?” Gwen acted oblivious, continuing her attack upon the poor boys thighs that kicked out from beneath her.
Switching her technique, she began to squeeze the spot right above where Hobies knee and thighs meet. Earning a loud wheeze, Hobie doubled over trying to pry Gwen’s hands from his legs.
“AhA! FuhahUCK OHOFFF!!” He cried as he succeeded in pulling her hands away, catching his breath.
“You never let me have fun!” Gwen pouted as she sat back up next to Hobies recovery state.
“If you wan’ fun, get da spot bet’ween Miles ribs an’ pits.” Hobie smirked at Miles who gave a shocked expression his way.
“What!? No! Are you serious?!?” Miles gasps out a betrayed beg as he backed away from a very hungry Gwen.
“Milessss… cmon now, don’t be like that!” Gwen slowly approached as she climbed over Hobie.
“No! No! Don’t give me that!” Miles reached the end of the sofa as he put his arms up defensively.
In one swift motion, Gwen dove straight for Miles. A startled yelp was heard from the boy as he tried to grab at Gwen’s hands. Unfortunately for him, Gwen had already wormed her fingers up his ribs into that exact spot Hobie described.
Miles shot his elbows down, pining them to his body. Gwen hit her lip as the boy screeched before falling into squeaky laughter. Hobie grinned, seeing as the situation he was just in upon somebody else.
“HOHOBIE YOHOU S-SUHAHACK!!” He squealed, rocking from side to side.
“Aye, I di-n’t say nofing that wasn’t true!” The taller responded, another screech from the attackee filled the room.
“OKAHAY!! OKAHAAY!!” Miles began to start flashing in an out of visibility, a sigh that they both knew ment that he was at his limit.
Gwen slowed before coming to a complete stop. Admiring the smile the boy wore.
“You’ll be fine,” Gwen said as she removed her hands from his body. She laid back onto the couch, resting her head on the punks shoulder who had slithered down the couch.
As Miles made his recovery, he stretched himself across the both of them. Laying his head in Hobies lap, and the rest of his body over Gwen’s.
They spent the rest of their night watching whatever rest of the movie they had on before, soon falling asleep relatively quickly. They tangled themselves in each others limbs as they drifted off, Hobie, then Miles, and then Gwen.
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Im so sorry this took so long, I will be posting more soon I promise.
(A/N: This fic doesn’t take place in the canon ATSV lore but rather a lil delusional AU where Miguel is chill with the spider teens and is like a father figure to em :] hope you enjoy!!)
“AAAAAHH IM SORRY IM SOHORRY!!”
A young voice echoed through the halls of the Spider Society HQ. The voice leading back to Miles who was currently running for his life from the one and only Miguel O’Hara, but not for the reason you might assume.
“So you think you’re so funny sneaking up on me like that, huh?”
“Mahaybe!”
The two went back and forth, the young spider backed up into the corner of the ceiling like a frightened tarantula. Immediately diving past the older man when he attempted to grab him. Quickly turning invisible, which was really dramatic for a situation like this, letting out a small scream when Miguel’s glowing red web suddenly wrapped around his waist.
In a moment of pure panic and excitement, he zapped Miguel. Quickly pushing himself out of his arms and into the go-home-machine room. Miguel calming his nerves from the sudden shock followed by a small chuckle as he walked into the room.
“Ay, you little arañas thinking you can get away with everything..” He growled deeply through a smirk, listening for any hints at where the spiderling might’ve ran off to. And sure enough, his ultra-hearing picked up an ever so slight giggle. Taking in a deep ‘annoyed’ breath, Miles nearly jumped out of his skin when Miguel’s web was all of a sudden wrapped around him. Yelping and failing at grabbing at an object for support when he was pulled from his secret hiding spot. His invisibility wearing off, revealing himself to Miguel who had a firm grasp on the boy to assure he wouldn’t wiggle off somewhere else.
“Miguel! We can talk about this, right man?? I mean, I-It wasn’t even my idea! Hobie suggested it to me and I just followed along-“
Miles continuously ranted while Miguel casually walked out and towards the database room. Rolling his eyes at the amusing nervous stammering of the young teen. “Doesn’t change the fact you executed it.. I’ll get that little pest later, right now you’re gonna have to face punishment.” Miguel brushed off his stammering, stepping onto the aerial platform with the squirming spider still in his firm grasp
“Well, taking your watch away obviously doesn’t seem to get my message through now does it?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, looking down at Miles who had a nervous grin. “..Whaaaaat?? O-of course it does!” He retorted, but he already knew where this conversation was going.. “Last I checked, no it doesn’t.” He commented, unsheathing his claw. “Perhaps I need some more.. extreme solutions. Since you little pequeños don’t seem to get the message.”
A small squeak escaped Miles’ lips when Miguel’s clawed finger ever so slightly dragged along his midsection. Tracing little shapes into it while it flinched and sucked in at every little small touch. “..Thihis reheheally isn’t necessary, mahahan..” He tried to protest through his small giggles, struggling to wiggle out of the firm hold Miguel had him trapped in.
“Oh, it most certainly is.”
Miguel winced a bit at the teens loud scream near his ear when he clawed at his belly. Kicking his legs and squirming like a maniac even if they had barely even started. “AAHAHAAA!?- MIhihiHIGuhehel please I-I’m- I’m sohoHOHORRY!!”
“Are you though? Or are you just saying that to get free?” Miguel questioned teasingly. Without warning, he switched his tactics to instead drag his claw up Miles’ side and ribs before descending back down. Resisting the urge to break out laughing at his hilarious response.
The kid cackled and squirmed, even snorting a little in between his laughter. However, their little lighthearted interaction was quickly interrupted when Miles suddenly shot his elbow up, not paying attention to who was behind him.
A sickening POW silenced the rest of the noise, Miles being dropped on the floor by Miguel who cupped his cheekbone in pain. Miles’ eyes widening, immediately assuming the worst. “Crap- Oh shoot I’m so sorry are you okay, man!? Did I do any serious damage d-do you need to go to medbay I can- AA!!—
Miles was cut off from his nervous ranting when he was suddenly grabbed by the older man. Before he knew it, he was shrieking and cackling like a mad man. Miguel scribbling furiously at his underarms while Miles had his biceps glued to his ribs.
“GYAHAAHAAHAHAA!!!— *snort* NAHAHAHA IHIM SAHAHARRYY!! *snort* *snort*” The young spider cried out, getting a chuckle from Miguel. Soon enough, the older spider gave mercy to him. Gently holding him under his arms and letting him get some breaths in, especially after having squirmed and thrashed like crazy..
“Ohoh gohod.. Look ihim sorry, ohokay!?”
“..Are you though?”
“..nope. Wahwahait nononNAHAAHAHAA IHI AHAM I AMM!!”
tickletober day 1: anticipation! i had like seven different ideas for this piece and this is the one i settled on :] i’m not entirely happy with it but i think it’s silly so eat up atsv nation
