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politemenacephd · 3 months

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A Winter Stroll

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (ft. baby Gabriella)

Short AU where you and Miguel take your baby Gabi for a stroll in the park while its cold. Pure romantic fluff.

Word count: 1992

‘Hey, are you sure she’s covered?’

You glanced up and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air, its haze obscuring the face now glancing down at you from above. You watched it dissipate.

Miguel was staring down at you, his gloved hands manically rubbing against each other as he tried to warm them up.

‘Hmm? You mean Gabi?’

You turned from your beloved partner to what you'd been pushing; a clean, padded purple stroller that you’d only just bought, currently carrying the most precious cargo in the world to you both.

Little Gabi peeked out from beneath her coverings, her big brown eyes blinking against the cold. You instinctively bent down to check on her.

‘Hey, baby girl. You okay?’

You’d decided to take a small break and go on a walk in the local park, just something to get Miguel out and about. He was usually so restless but since Gabi was born he’d been nearly bed bound, utterly fixed to her side. His favourite thing was to spoon you beneath the sheets in your shared bed while facing Gabi’s crib, watching the mobile spin as she gurgled and cooed, holding you all in his grip and never letting go. If he had the chance he’d do that until the end of time.

But you insisted he at least get some movement into his day, and so he’d agreed to this short stroll, not realizing just how chilly it still was.

It was the kind of cold you could smell. When you breathed in through the nose it stung just a little, and all you could really scent was the ice on the grass.

Because of this the park was almost empty, spare for one woman and her dog in the distance, and the trees were bare and dark. The sky was empty and blue, like a still ocean in a timeless void. The world had been coated in a kind of dull, muted sheen, a dreamlike dullness.

Everything was still, quiet, sleeping. The grass crunched underfoot, and your shoes made little echoing clacks on the hard pavement when you walked across it. There was no sound but the single chirping of a robin somewhere nearby.

It was serene, to you, but to Miguel it was a little bit terrifying.

‘Gabi’s fine’ you insisted, gently reaching down to show her. She was utterly bundled in blankets and was wearing her oversized little parka onesie in his favourite shade of purple, and the only thing you could see was her little nose and her big eyes. She was blinking slowly, too young to really see but too curious to sleep.

Miguel curled his lip, his brows knotting against his will. ‘Mm- let me, just, check her again, please? Mi tesoro?’

‘Oh Miggy, you—okay, okay. You check her all you want.’

You graciously stepped aside for him to bend over, and he did, though not before giving your cold nose a quick kiss. You giggled at his insistence.

The moment he got close to Gabi his face lit up. Those old, worn, tired lines seemed to melt away in her presence. He looked so much younger.

With her father now in her line of sight Gabi’s eyes suddenly locked on. She focused in on his face and warbled softly.

‘Hola, mi amor’ he whispered. Gabi garbled a little louder in response.

When he smiled his breath condensed around his bared fangs, a soft white mist that highlighted the pearly sheen of his teeth. You saw the little wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled, the sign of a man who was gleefully exhausted.

‘Ah, mi bebita. ¿Tienes frío?’

Gabi gurgled beneath her pile of blankets. She managed to get one tiny fist free but Miguel immediately tucked it back in, though he did pause to admire how small it looked in his own enormous hand. Her little fist barely covered his thumb.

‘Sweetheart, she can’t talk yet’ you gently reminded him. You bent until you were at the same height, gently easing him away from the object of his obsession. His eyes were wide beneath the stray locks of his hair, big and soft and red.

‘I- I know, that, but—’

‘Mhm. You always say you know, and yet, you just keep doing it.’ You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, and despite his awkwardness he smiled back.

‘I just want to be sure she’s okay’ he whispered. With your smile still straining your cheeks you gently bumped your temple against his.

‘I know. But you know I want that too, right?’

‘Of course, mi tesoro! I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.’

‘Mhm. I know, but, consider, that constantly asking if she’s warm enough, it—’

You held out your hand to prompt him, and he begrudgingly shrugged. ‘It- sounds like I don’t trust you to do a good enough job.’

‘There you go. You know you’re very smart, you should be a scientist maybe. Have you thought about that?’

‘Aha, funny. Diablilla.’

You giggled as he gently clacked his fangs on your cheek.

‘You wanna keep going? We can turn back if you really want, in all honesty I don’t want to freak you out’ you said.

Miguel shook his head. ‘No, no, you’re right. She’s fine. You know best, as always.’

‘Oh my god- you big suck up’ you teasingly chided.

‘Mhm. Happily. The most beautiful creature in the world’ he said, his finger lightly brushing your cheek. You snorted in reply.

‘I don’t know about that. My- nose is running into my scarf, and my hair—’

Your list of complaints was stifled as Miguel put a single finger to your lips, smooshing them shut. With his gaze fixed on your's he then gently pulled up his sleeve and wiped your nose clean.

‘Beautiful’ he repeated, without a shadow of doubt or hesitation.

Despite the cold, you felt your body burning up.

‘Alright, you—come on, let’s go’ you said, trying to cover how coy you’d suddenly gotten. Miguel hid his smug smile at having very much already noticed it.

With his fears now quelled you both pulled back and continued walking, with your hands on the stroller and Miguel’s arm around your waist. He squeezed you tight to his side. Your head was squished against his pec beneath his jacket, and the woven material was soft against your cold skin. You relished the feeling.

‘Do you think it’s likely to snow soon?’ Miguel asked as you rounded the corner to the pond. You noticed that a light sheen of ice was covering the water.

‘Mm- if I had to give an educated guess… Probably?’ You hunched both shoulders as you weight the option with both hands.

‘Mm. I can’t wait till she’s older. It’ll be so nice to take her out when she can enjoy the snow’ Miguel said with a dreamy sigh.

‘Oh my god- I’m sorry, did you just said you can’t wait till she’s older?’

Your scoffing drew Miguel’s eyes back to you. He looked surprised. ‘Hm? Yes. Why, is that, strange?’ he asked.

‘For you? The man who almost cried when she didn’t fit into her very first onesie, the one she was put into when she was born? Yeah, it’s strange.’

‘Hey, don’t be mean. That’s different’ he insisted.

‘No, no it's not. You’re going to lament her getting older at every turn.’

‘Well- that's natural, isn't it? She’s just so- small’ he objected, trying his best to seem stoic while clearly whining. You felt his claws coming out as he squeezed you a little closer. ‘She’s my baby.'

‘And she’ll be your baby whether she’s one month old, or one year old, or thirty years old, or- god, eighty years old, you big soppy idiot’ you lightly teased, raising one hand to grab his thickset jaw. You squished his cheeks with your thumb and fingers and shook him until he chuckled.

‘Okay. Okay. Point taken. But I mean it, it’ll be nice to see if she enjoys the snow’ Miguel said.’

‘Oh it’ll be great. I bet she’ll be a real wild card, I think she’ll like snowball fights. She’ll beat our asses some day.’

‘You think so?’

‘Oh I KNOW so, she’s her father’s daughter. A menace.’

‘Menace? No, not my bebita, she’s itty bitty’ Miguel insisted. You just kept giggling.

‘Mm, no, nope, no, menace. Little menace.’

You bent and gently waved your fingers on Gabi’s cheeks as she cooed, a sound that never failed to melt your heart.

‘Menace’ you repeated affectionately. ‘Our little menace.’

For a little while longer you enjoyed the cold in peace and quiet. You were comfortable being quiet with Mig, or by letting your actions speak for you. Every little bump of your head into his bicep, every squeeze of his hand, each time he silently checked if your nose was close and subsequently kissed it. That was all enough.

But as you rounded towards the end of your walk, that silence ended.

‘Hey, I uh—’

Miguel coughed to catch your attention, drawing you to look at him again. He was avoiding your gaze now, which you found a little odd, with his free hand gently rubbing his jaw.

‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Of course, beautiful man. You go right ahead.’

You returned to watching the pathway ahead as you waited for Miguel to speak. He coughed a second time to pluck up his courage, a sight that was strange for such an imposing man.

‘Ah- can—can we have another one?’ he whispered.

You almost tripped over your own feet in shock.

‘Ah, shit— sweetheart, are you okay?!’ Miguel moved fast to stabilize you that his claws expanded. You shot him an incredulous look.

‘Mig- Miguel, she is three months old!’ you hissed. ‘What do you mean another one?!’

‘I just meant, you’re- you make such beautiful babies’ he whispered, his voice as low as possible while remaining just as intense as if he’d shouted. You felt your whole body tingle at the unexpected softness.

‘And Gabi looks so lonely, you know, she—’ Miguel was stumbling on his words as you put your hands to your hips. ‘You just- beautiful babies, really, just the most- beautiful. She's so perfect. And she looks lonely.’

‘My god, what a compelling argument’ you said drolly, though you could feel yourself already smiling. ‘I don’t know though, it’s been a while. You might be out of practise for making more.’

You savoured the little spark in his eyes, the gleam of red that brightened his gaze. It was an intrinsic curiosity, a deep-rooted hunger for one specific thing.

‘Mhm. Mhm. Well- I’d, have to prove you otherwise then, wouldn’t I?’ he whispered back. You hated how quickly you melted at his husky voice.

‘You would’ you said, leaning in closer. You held him there, with those narrowed eyes and that eager smile, before bringing him down with a gently clap to the chest. ‘You would, if we didn’t have a literal newborn.’

‘Oh, mi tesoro—’

‘Come on dummy, let’s get home’ you said, your voice firm even though you were still smiling. ‘If she falls asleep when we get in, I might be able to make time for a quick shower. You know, to get warm again.’

The way Miguel arched his neck the moment you said ‘shower’ never failed to amuse you. He certainly looked extra large beneath all that padded clothing.

‘Mm… Okay. Deal.’

To your surprise, Miguel then quickly swooped the stroller out of your hands and began pushing Gabi home, all while cooing at her over the rim.

‘Shh, you’re feeling sleepy, aren’t you bebita? ¿Estás cansada? ¿Si?’

As Miguel resorted to singing lullabies you were forced to jog slightly to catch up with him, your panted breath billowing clouds of smoke around your flustered face.

Sadly, while Miguel did get that shower, you were both too cold to indulge in anything but huddling together like sad penguins, and jealously hogging the water as much as you could.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #gabi o'hara #gabriella o’hara #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara au #miggy fluff #miggy fic #gn reader #fluff fic

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flwrtalgi · 7 months

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happy (late) birthday, migs💞

it’s not me until i post a birthday post a day late amirite

bonus miguelito:

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #gabriella o’hara #gabi o'hara

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eahnuee · 7 months

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study sesh 📚

#atsv miguel #miguel fanart #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel 2099 #gabriella o’hara #gabi o'hara #atsv #atsv fanart #atsv art #miguel ohara fanart

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camkablam · 10 months

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For my Gabi AU! The Spot finds a little universe

#atsv #atsv au #gabi o'hara #au #gabriella o'hara #the spot #atsv the spot #atsv fanart #my art #cam draws

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tk42100238134 · 7 months

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Father & Daughter moments | Softie O’Hara

wanted to draw more Miguel with a dad bod and came up with this!

(Excuse my poor spanish as I don’t speak the language <:D)

#Miguel O’Hara #spiderman 2099 #gabi o'hara #spiderman #spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fluff #spiderverse fanart #across the spider verse fanart #art

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marvelflame2010 · 9 months

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AU: Gabriella O'Hara is a Spider-Woman

Gabi working on her homework in her room at the Spider HQ: *sees Spidey-Pool running* Why is this guy running?

Gabi: Is someone chasing you or something?

Spidey-Pool: *running because he stole Miguel and most of the main Spider people's wallets so Miguel and the Spider Society are chasing him*

Gabi: *realizes* OH HELL, WE'RE CHASING HIM!!

(Inspiration by @fandomnerd9602's Spider-Pool*

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linnyphoenix · 6 months

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nesting dolls

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #new #underrated #underrated artist #procreate #miguel o’hara atsv #miguel o’hara fanart #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #gabriella o’hara #gabriela o'hara #gabi o'hara #across the spider verse fanart #spiderman across the spiderverse #nesting doll

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terrazaurio · 10 months

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So, spidersona concept!

This is Gabi!

She is Miguel's daughter but from another universe where he and her mom died, and she got stung by a radioactive scorpion.

She does NOT get along well with 2099 Miguel 💀 kinda despises him for how strict he is with everyone, especially her. She has to often bite her tongue and prevent herself from reminding him that he is not her father, and that she is not his daughter.

She's terrified of heights, and does not usually use spiderwebs bc of it.

Her sting is poisonous, and can cause temporal paralysis.

Miguel absolutely can't stand her hair, he feels the urge to comb it into a neat ponytail.

#terrazaurio #spidersona #spiderverse spoilers #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #Gabriella O'Hara #Gabi O'Hara #au #alternative universe #drawing #digital art #art #procreate #digital drawing #original character #??#kinda

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zorrhatomy · 9 months

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This probably won’t go anywhere but does anyone know a Miguel x reader fanfic where the reader is a teacher/tutor by day and stripper by night.Miguel is like keeping it a secret that he’s Spider-Man and his daughter Gabi is alive+she gives the reader flowers but says it was Miguel’s idea.

[I rlly wanna find this because I forgot to like it and save it in my notes app and I wanna finish it]—[if anything is typed the wrong way then sorry]

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tarjapearce · 3 months

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Old Friend

Summary: You meet an old friend in your shopping trip with the family.

Nothing but a slice of life, fluff, bit of angst and a jealous Miguel ~

Whenever it was restock day, Costco or Walmart would be the main places to go.

You'd get the list, Miguel would secure Rosie to his chest, as Benjamin would get inside your cart. Gabi would walk alongside you or her beloved Papa, pushing his cart.

Each would take separate ways, you'd get the meats and veggies, as Miguel would get the rest, powder detergent, cleansing products, and snacks.

"Mama, can I have these?" Benjamin swayed his feet pointing at the colorful packaging of dinosaur shaped nuggets.

"Course you can, mi niño. Which one you want?"

"I tried the red one last time, I'll get the purple"

Benji's boyish voice echoed around you as you stopped on the frozen meals section.

"Alright, purple it is."

You picked the purple package, a triceratops and a T-Rex on the cover. Then, filled the cart with different sort of meats, Miguel's favorite cuts, hams and of course, lots of canned jalapeños. Orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice, a couple of sodas and finally you got to go to the cereal and coffee aisle.

Miguel was running out of coffee in his office, and back at home you only had a couple of packages. It reminded you the time Miguel nearly had an anxiety attack when he found out he had ran out of the black liquid gold, even in his secret stash.

For some reason the brand he always bought was put on the top shelves. With a huff you looked around to see if there was any ladder, but upon finding none, You stepped on the bottom shelf, trying to get the six pack in the edge, but obviously, you couldn't reach it.

Benjamin giggled when you missed, as revenge you smothered his face in kisses, earning you a loud and bubbling squeal.

"Here, let me." A deep voice rumbled behind you. Your eyes widened at the all too familiar face before you. Reaching effortlessly for the coffee packaging.

"Richard" you mumbled while taking the package, to then put it on the cart.

"Hey" His hand waved softly. Clad in a hoodie, bermudas and sneakers. A little gold band hugging his ring finger. Dull, as his overall aura.

Despite the years coming through, he hadn't lost his kind green eyes. Some wrinkles adorned his matured face. Ricky was only two years older than you, and still had some white hairs poking out here and there.

He sported a short and well trimmed beard, hair parted and neatly arranged to a side. His eyes darted to the boy that undoubtedly resembled alot like you, except for his curious big and round red-ish eyes.

"Whose this little champ?" The smile on his face was coy, but genuine.

"It's my boy, Benjamin."

A proud beam stretched on your face as your hand caressed Benjamin's head, some of his curls trapping your fingers.

"Nice to meet you, champ." Ricky stretched his hands towards him and Benjamin shook it, a tad nervous.

"He definitely has your curls."

You smiled, eyes diverting behind him, ready to meet his partner but, there was none, just his half cart full of car appliances, some diary products and snacks.

"My goodness, you have a beard now."

Ricky chuckled and scratched it. He was a handsome man, undoubtedly. Good and well worked physique. Lean muscles, athletic and healthy looking. Green eyes a shade darker than green apples, pretty lips you liked biting and a healthy tan on his skin, despite him being a pale guy. A couple of freckles adorned his nose.

"And you've got a kid now." there was a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"Three actually. Funny how we ended up doing the things we always said we wouldn't do right away."

Richard gave a soft laugh.

"At least we look good. And I'm sure you're a great mom. How long has it been?"

"I don't know, I suck at math. But I do know it's more than ten years." You pushed the cart to get the cereals and naturally he helped you to get them. Eyes looking for Miguel in every chance you had.

"How have you been?" He tensed a bit at the question, not expecting your openness to talking so casually, specially when your finger shone with a golden band. He graduated college and never saw you again, until now. Gentle and caring as always. You hadn't changed, and he was glad.

"As usual. Existing, trying to keep myself afloat after, uh... my divorce." His mouth pressed in a tight line, green eyes looked away for a second, unable to meet your stare. Ashamed.

Your eyes blinked at his reply. Clearly surprised by such thing. Face falling with worry. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Richard shook his head, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Things happen. It's one of those situations that get your eyes open for good." Ricky rubbed his neck awkwardly and you offered a little reassure with a hand on his shoulder, patting it softly.

"Hey, you've got this. I know it's been a while, but I'm sure your problem solving skills are still top notch."

Hw chuckled, almost sympathetic at himself, "I don't even know anymore, if I'm honest. But if you say so."

The voices in the aisles kept indistinct, each in their own world, mingling with the upbeat background music.

"Also... I'm sorry." His eyes remained on yours. Something he'd always do when speaking truthfully.

Your brow quirked, "Whatever for?"

Ricky's hands squeezed the insides of his pockets as he spoke.

"For breaking up with you. Specially like that. It was a d-" He caught his tongue before continuing with the french before Benjamin, "It was wrong of me."

You could only stare at him, and he recoiled further in his spot, shoulders hunched, eyes on the floor.

"If something's worth saying, I... divorced cause my mom also ruined it for me."

You frowned, confused and he shook his head.

"So I cut ties, went to therapy and yeah." He reached out for a three pack of granola for himself, and another for you after you pointed at the brand.

"I'm sorry, I'm kind of confused as to why would you think I'd be happy to know something awful happened to you, Richard?"

Richard's brow puckered. You really hadn't changed at all. Even after he dumped you a few days before Christmas eve.

"I... don't know? Thought you'd hold a grudge for what I did."

"A grudge?" You tittered and this threw him off guard, "Not to sound mean or anything, but I didn't even remember what had happened until now. You know I'm forgetful."

You both chuckled as he nodded.

"Yeah, kinda wondered if you'd lose your head too if it wasn't attached to your body."

You gasped while mocking offense, "That was rude."

You grabbed a couple of cereal boxes Benjamin pointed at.

"But true. In all seriousness, I'm glad that at least something great came after me. Is he a good man?, wait..." He shook his head softly, "Stupid question Of course he is, you married him."

You beamed and this made his chest swell in a mix of happiness and pride. You deserved it after all he also put you through.

"You'll find someone, I know so." It always made him wondered why he was stupid like that to allow his mother come in between.

"I'll give myself a couple of years to heal first. Wanna make sure I don't repeat things over."

It was your turn to get that pride sensation in your chest. Knowing he was making a good progress out of his mother's shadow also made you happy. You out of everyone knew how hard it was like.

"Hope they're ready to listen country music nonstop in your car." He rolled his eyes.

"I know you hated the genre, that's why I always played them"

Your lips pursed with faked anger as he tittered, however, Ricky cleared his throat off the laughing upon watching a behemoth of a man, approaching from behind. Red eyes set on him. A shudder crawled on his skin as he gulped. The baby on his chest did little to appease the intimidating aura around him.

"Mama!" Gabi came to you with an excited face as she showed you her new acquisition. A purple and glittery cover for her phone.

"Qué lindo! Do they have it in blue too?" (How cute!)

"Nah, it was the last one, Papa said this would match with my room too."

Said Papa hugged you from behind, and kissed your temple, red eyes never left him. Ricky gave Miguel a polite smile as he backed away a few steps. Miguel's strong features only turned sharper. It would be a lie to say if Ricky wasn't surprised and intimidated.

Surprised cause you hugged Miguel's narrow waist, a pleased and proud purr emanated from his chest. Loud enough for only you to hear it.

The man before him screamed danger a mile ago. But also, explained lots of things. Like Benjamin's eyes.

"Richard, this is my husband. Miguel O'Hara."

Ricky hesitated for a second, but stretched his hands towards him, big tan hands easily enveloped his in a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you." His nervous smile was like fuel to your husband's ego.

Miguel acknowledged him with a brief nod, eyes not tearing away from him. A quiet She's mine in his eyes.

"Richard and I used to go at the same college. Oh! This is my eldest daughter, Gabriella. And my youngest baby, Rosie."

Gabi smiled politely while holding onto Miguel's hips.

"You have a beautiful family." His green eyes stared at an ever curious Rosie that gazed back at him. Miguel's shoulder's tensed when Rosie gave Ricky a smile.

"Thanks, You'll be fine though. Things take time, but, It all comes together somehow. Just be patient. I'm glad you're doing good on your own." Again, you patted his shoulder, he just gave you a small but genuine smile. Miguel's guts churned as his jaw clenched.

Ricky left after saying his goodbyes, not wanting to impose his presence any further.

"Gabibi, mi amor, can you get the food cart to the line, please?"

"Okay. Don't take too long, please?"

Gabriella took the cart as Benjamin showed her his nuggets, leaving you and Miguel with Rosie alone.

"Alright, interrogation can start now." You chuckled and Miguel pulled you by your waist towards him, ebbing you to walk a few steps before giving a firm slap on your rear.

"Miguel!" you hushed, flustered while looking around to see of there were people and he smirked.

"Wanted to do that before that guy, but that wouldn't be too polite of me, wouldn't it?"

You kissed his cheek, but he quickly corrected the place and pecked your lips.

"That's better. Who was he anyway?"

"My ex from college."

He just hummed and it was your turn to return the squeeze, he chuckled, "Relax. He just got divorced and obviously not having a good time."

"Too bad." He shrugged, a bit nonchalant and you deadpanned.

"Don't be mean. You were scaring him on purpose."

"Obvio. Still, forgot to thank him." (Obviously)

You chuckled as you approached to the line, Gabi waved at you both.

"Thank him?"

"Well, he let you go, and I wouldn't have met you in the first place. So thanks to that."

"Well, he's there on the other line, go tell him."

You teased, but to your surprise Miguel stepped away from the beeline and was walking towards Richard.

"W-Wait! Miguel!" You had skip a few steps to catch him and pull him back to spot, he smirked while pulling you tighter towards him.

"Don't tempt me, mi reina."

"God, I swear. You're-"

"Your husband, mi amor." He smirked, satisfied at his own title in your life.

"A jealous one."

He leaned to your ear and whispered, "Espérate que lleguemos a casa. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, mi reina." (Wait till we get home. You'll see what's up.)

Gabriella rolled her eyes at the flirty atmosphere around you and covered Benjamin's eyes.

"You're too young to see that."

#t writes✨#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #soccer family ⚽🕷️#atsv miguel #gabi o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #benjamin o'hara #rosie o'hara

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melsimps · 10 months

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Was rereading Pink Pastels by @feyhunter78 (as I usually do...) and thought of this. Idk, my brain just remembered it and I had to make it.

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Gabi in chapter 17: No school tomorrow, yay!

All of us (adults, who remember being kids) reading the fic:

Beneath the text is a picture of Stolas from Helluva Boss, saying "That's a mood, Gabriella."]

And yes I did look through the fic for a line from Gabi that would fit the meme.

#my memes #memes #pink pastels #gabriella o’hara #gabi o'hara

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politemenacephd · 4 months

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Drider!Miguel with little baby Drider!Gabi

dad time

I spent too much time thinking about the baby headcanons for the fic and now I'm here aaaaa he's so SWEET

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #drider #miguel o'hara fanart #drider miguel o'hara #sketch #gabi o'hara #arachnophobia #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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littledraga · 3 months

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Gabi's Birthday

Miguel had studied everything about this new life. All the important information about the Miguel O’Hara he had replaced. The dates and numbers. Where he worked and all the routines he could find.

Including Gabi. He hadn’t had a child before, so it was a learning curve that he was trying to catch up on. Her school schedule and her teacher's names. Soccer, Girl Scouts, and a Biology club through the school. Not to mention getting to know her.

It didn’t matter if he could rattle off important dates and classes to her. He had to be just like her papi. She noticed when he didn’t react right.

After a long day of being Spider-man and working for both worlds, Miguel was tired. Half dead on his feet. So tired, he had gotten take out for dinner. Just some burgers and fries. Something any kid should have been excited about. But Gabi was just picking on her fries, only having taken a single bite from the burger.

Looking up from his own, Miguel raised a brow. Shouldn’t she be happy? She was getting a treat by any kids’ standard.

“What’s wrong, Gabi? I thought you liked hamburgers?” She wasn’t a vegetarian. He’d checked into that when he went looking for records of food allergies for them both.

Looking up, she shrunk back a little and shook her head. She looked like she’d been scolded.

“I do, papi,” she mumbled around a fry. “But they gave me pickles.”

“Just pick them off. You can’t just have fries for dinner,” he told her.

Gabi wrinkled her nose and looked down.

“I can still taste the pickles. You said I don’t have to eat pickles.”

Miguel watched her for a moment as she picked at her burger. He had studied everything he could, but there were always going to be things that weren’t written down, things he couldn’t know without living this life.

She needed to eat more than just french fries. But he was too tired to cook a whole meal. That was the whole reason he went to some crappy drive through on the way home. It wasn’t her fault that he didn’t know to ask for no pickles. And she needed to eat.

Getting up from the table, his muscles screamed at him for moving. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to move in the morning. But he was a father now, and Gabi deserved at least as good a father as she had before. Better even. And he would move every Earth if he had to to give it to her.

Shuffling to the fridge, he looked at what they had. He really needed to go shopping soon. Juggling three lives was hard. Looking at the jar of jelly in the door, he hummed. Kids loved peanut butter and jelly, right? And she didn’t have any allergies in her records. If it was in the fridge she must like it. He hoped.

“How about a PB&J, Gabi?” He offered, holding up the jar. When she beamed he grinned a little. It wasn't the best dinner, but it was something she was excited about. Miguel would take the win.

Grabbing the peanut butter, he reached for the bread. Only to find an empty bread box. Right. He used the last of it this morning when he was packing Gabi’s lunch. Shock, he was an idiot. But now he’d gotten her excited. What was he supposed to do?

With Gabi still watching him, he looked around the kitchen for something to use instead of bread. His eyes fell on the half used pack of tortillas, and he smiled.

For a brief moment, Miguel thought about making sandwich wraps for his brother Gabri when they were kids. Filling it up with whatever they could find. Sometimes, with things that didn’t make sense. Just to see what they tasted like. Miguel would always make sure to eat the worst of the two. No matter what happened, he would always take care of his family. Make sure they had what they needed.

Holding up the bag, he grinned. At least as much as he would allow himself to hide his fangs.

“How about a peanut butter jelly wrap? A fat one.”

Gabi giggled enough to cover her face.

“Okay! Can you put sugar on the peanut butter?” She asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

“You want sugar with your sugar?” He asked, raising a brow. But all the same, he did grab the jar to spread just a little over the peanut butter side. This was a treat after all. He could indulge her a little more. Isn’t that what a good father would do?

Sugar before bed was a bad idea. For a moment, Miguel thought he was going to have to web Gabi to the bed to get her to lie down. At least she would sleep in tomorrow. A rare day off for them both. He’d been planning for it for weeks now. Ever since Gabi not so discreetly reminded him her birthday was coming up.

Sitting down on the sofa, Miguel pulled out a set of holos. Swiping through the images, he leaned back, sinking into the cushions with a long, tired sigh.

Watching Gabi, his daughter, grow up hurt. All the things he’d missed. Birthdays, first steps, soccer games. But that was no one’s fault. Miguel wasn’t really her father. That Miguel had died not too long ago.

When he saw what was to happen to his counterpart in this universe, he saw an opportunity that he couldn’t pass up. Gabi needed her father. And didn’t this Miguel deserve the happiness of a family? Somewhere where he didn’t have to be Spider-man or worry about the Multiverse. Here he was just Miguel O’Hara. Gabi O’Hara’s father. That’s all he ever wanted. And all the headaches that came with it.

Like now, as he tried to plan a birthday for a little girl he was still learning about. And he had to do it alone. Unable to even ask Gabi what she wanted after she reminded him of all the ‘surprise’ birthdays he's done. Of course, he was that kind of father.

Scrolling through memories that weren’t his, Miguel smiled. Baby Gabi in a much too large party hat. He could barely see her through all the cake and frosting. A repeating loop of her first steps. To him no less! Or at least the other him. Birthdays, her first soccer practice, and her first win. School science fairs. There were so many memories.

But now it was his turn to make a big one. He would throw Gabi the best birthday party. One that she would remember forever! It had to be big. He’d need to invite all of her friends. But he didn’t know who was who yet. Should he just invite her class? What about her teammates from soccer, the scouts, and her club? It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, but would that be overwhelming for Gabi? Would they think they were showing off and bully her for it?

Miguel was up most of the night thinking about what to do to make the perfect party for Gabi. At least he had Layla to help with some of it, like designing the invitations.

Crawling into bed, Miguel was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was really looking forward to a lie in while Gabi slept off the sugar.

Now, if only the world would work that way.

Safely nestled into his bed, protected from the early morning sun, Miguel enjoyed a rare lie in. Until a bright light invaded his room.

Yelling in pain, he quickly covered his eyes, trying to protect them from the painful light. He never used full lighting, not when they hurt and felt like they were trying to blind him. Struggling to right himself with one arm over his face, Miguel flailed and fell out of bed, grasping for anything to hold on to. But the only thing his hands found was his blanket to tear into with sharp claws. Again.

Gabi laughed brightly, unaware of what she’d done as she jumped up onto his bed to lean over to look at her father.

“Morning, papi! Are you ready for our shopping day?” She chirped, bright as ever.

Groaning, Miguel looked up at his daughter, trying to get his eyes to adjust. At least she was covering the overhead light at this angle.

“Good morning, Gabi,” he mumbled. He wanted to yawn, stretch, and try to wake up, but he couldn’t do that with her in the room. Couldn’t risk her seeing her claws and fangs. Miguel wouldn’t risk this life.

Bouncing a little on the bed, she flopped back on it, not hearing how her papi hissed when the bright light pierced his eyes again.

“You gotta get up, papi! You promised we’d go out today!”

For one brief moment, Miguel almost regretted that promise, desperate for just a little more sleep and the lights to dim down. But that was his daughter on the bed. The family he had always wanted.

“I know, mija,” he yawned, careful to hide his fangs from her.

“Didn’t mean to oversleep. Let me take a shower and get some coffee, okay? We can go out for breakfast.”

Gabi let out a high pitch squeal of delight that briefly had Miguel’s head swimming.

“Hurry up, papi! I’m going to go get dressed.” Jumping off the bed she rushed to the door, grabbing the frame to stop herself and turn out again.

“Can we go to the bakery with the nice lady that made me hot chocolate?” She asked with pleading eyes.

Hot chocolate? Miguel internally groaned. He had no idea who or where that was. But it’s what Gabi wanted.

“That sounds good, Gabi. Do you remember where they are? Your dad’s drawing a blank,” he told her as he struggled to his feet. Hopefully, she’d just assume he was too tired. Please let her assume he was too tired.

She tilted her head and gave him a confused look.

“The one next to the old soccer field?” She reminded him.

“From before I joined the school team.”

Oh, well, that was mostly useless information. But he could probably figure that out.

“Right! We can go there. Go on, let me shower!” He waved a hand and shooed her off as she giggled. Grabbing a change of clothes, he briefly looked at his watch.

“Lyla,” he asked quietly as he started to get around for the day, “can you find what field Gabi’s talking about? And the nearby bakeries?”

“Yes, Miguel. I already found three bakeries in walking distance from that field.”

“Three?” He groaned.

“Any way to narrow those down a little?”

“The other you only spent credits at one of them.”

“Lyla, you’re amazing!” At least one thing was going to go right today!

He still took Gabi to the wrong one first. Luckily, she laughed and dragged him off to the right one a few blocks away. It seemed the old Miguel pretended to get lost a lot. Or he never wanted to admit when he was lost, thought Miguel as he walked into the small bakery, holding his daughter’s hand.

Inside was warm and smelled like warm sugar and spices Miguel didn’t think he could guess. He wished he could keep that smell in a bottle.

Gabi wasted no time rushing up to the counter to greet the elderly woman like she was her own grandmother.

Something that made Miguel smile fondly. She certainly didn’t get that from him, but he enjoyed how excited she got while they went on about what was on offer today. Whatever she wanted, he’d buy it. But just a coffee and a cinnamon roll for him. Mostly, he just wanted the coffee.

Sitting at a table by the window, Miguel did his best to look more awake than he felt. He sipped at his coffee while Gabi went on about how excited she was.

All the stores she wanted to see and already asking to go somewhere for lunch. Of course, she wanted to see everything. But Miguel couldn’t blame her. It was hell to have time for his daughter. They both had packed schedules. He had been looking forward to this as much as his daughter. He just didn’t have her energy!

Breakfast was a bouncy affair while she talked, but he wouldn’t stop her or discourage her from getting excited.

“Papi! Papi!” Finishing her pastries, she tugged at his shirt, crumbs on her face.

“Papi! Can we ride the bus to the mall? Pretty please!” She begged, still tugging on his shirt repeatedly.

He raised a brow at that. Grabbing a napkin, he gently brushed off the crumbs.

“Why would you want to ride the bus? A cab would be a lot faster. We’d have more time to look around.”

Yet she was undeterred.

“Please? We can see more things on a bus! Sometimes our coach tells us about the cool things he sees when he takes the bus!”

He spent a lot of money to put Gabi through school. None of the teachers should need to take the bus, he thought. But he’d keep that thought to himself.

“If that’s what you want, princesa.” Cleaning up, he offered a hand to his daughter and headed out to find the nearest bus stop. He hadn’t been on a bus in years. He wasn’t sure he could even remember how they worked. But anything to make Gabi happy.

Finding a bus stop was a pain. Figuring out which bus they needed was worse. The first bus he put them on took them halfway to the other side of Nueva York. They let off near an entrance to Downtown. Not somewhere he wanted to take his daughter. He didn’t let go of Gabi’s hand until they got off at the right stop.

Not that she seemed to mind. Holding onto her daddy’s hand, she watched the city go by, gushing about even the smallest things. She made friends with everyone on the bus, despite Miguel trying to gently get her to leave them alone. Not that anyone seemed to mind while she greeted everyone excitedly.

Miguel waved apologetically, which was met with laughter or simply waving him off. Gabi had a way with people he never would. Something he was proud as punch to see. Knowing she would go on to do great things as she grew. And he couldn’t wait to see it.

Walking into the mall, Miguel didn’t have a chance to even think about where to start before he was being pulled hard enough to make him stumble as Gabi rushed off to look into the window of a nearby toy shop.

In the window was a large doll house with dolls posed outside like they were having a party. Gabi nearly had her face pressed against the window while she took it all in.

Miguel rolled his eyes and smiled while he watched her. Her toy room didn’t have enough space for something that huge. He had a feeling it would end up taking over the living room.

“Want to take a look around,” he offered, holding out a hand for her.

With a gasp and a bright smile, Gabi nearly dragged him through the doorway to see everything they had.

Gabi knew her birthday was around the corner, so she knew not to beg. All the same, she would coo or stare longingly at plenty of toys in the shop. Looking in every corner of the store, she would pick up a few things and look at her papi with pleading eyes. But one look was all it took for her to put them back.

Miguel would be back when she was in class to buy everything she got excited about. His daughter deserved everything she wanted and all the love that came with it. And Miguel vowed to make sure she got it.

Gabi would take her papi around the whole mall, popping into almost every shop it held.

There was a sports shop that she spent a while in. Gabi had her heart set on a bright pair of soccer cleats. Her’s were fine. He had gotten her a new pair for the season. While she looked at some other equipment he had a pair put aside for her. They were her school colours, after all. And a matching soccer ball to practice with at home.

Finally, he managed to get her out when she started trying to kick one of the displays around.

“You know better, Gabi. Come on, there's still other shops yet. You still need a dress,” he reminded her as they walked out.

Which was met with a loud gasp as she saw the largest shop in the mall. Mannequins lined the windows in cute and frilly dresses.

“Papi!” She squealed and grabbed his hand as she darted off.

Miguel nearly lost her as she went looking through the racks of dresses that were much too long for someone so young. Trying not to panic when he lost sight of her, he rushed through the racks, ignoring the concerned looks some of the women gave him.

“Mija!” Looking around a large wall like rack, he found her fawning over a dress that looked like it was for a quinceanera. Crossing his arms, Miguel puffed out a sigh and grinned.

“You’re a little young for that, don’t you think, mija?” He teased her.

Pouting, Gabi put the dress back.

“It’s so pretty!” She cooed, still looking at the dress where it hung on the rack.

Looking the dress over, he briefly wondered if he could get it sized down enough. Probably not.

“I’m sorry, Gabi. I bet they have something even better that will actually fit you.” He offered her a hand again and smiled.

“Come on.”

And she was at least happy enough to keep looking. After one more fond look at the dress.

Walking through the store she found a small makeup section and tried to hurry over. The woman at the counter was quick to talk to her about what they were selling.

Thinking about Gabi wearing makeup made him crinkle his nose. She didn’t need to grow up yet. If she wanted makeup, was she thinking about boys already? The thought broke his heart. Miguel knew Gabi couldn’t be his little girl forever, but he didn’t want it to happen any sooner than it had to. Gently as he could, he tugged her away.

“You’re pretty enough. You don’t need any of that,” Miguel told her as he tried to hurry Gabi to the dress section of the store.

There were racks and walls covered in bright dresses. Long ones, short ones, and ones that looked like they were mostly made from lace and tulle.

And suddenly everything else was forgotten while Gabi fell in love with every dress there. She looked at every dress in all its detail, bouncing from rack to rack like a hummingbird.

And Miguel let her. Leaning against a nearby wall, he crossed his arms. The racks were shorter here, so he could see her dart around and gush about every dress. While she did ask him what he thought, he knew she wasn’t actually listening. Any time she asked, he just told her to try it on.

It was nearly three hours before Gabi found the perfect dress. A purple and pink dress with a fluffy tulle skirt with flowers around the hem and crawling up the skirt.

Gabi had tried on every dress she even remotely liked. About an hour in, Miguel realized she was just playing dress up, but he didn’t say anything. This was a day when they had nothing but time.

Instead of rushing her, he made sure to get a holo of every dress she tried on. Dancing out of the changing room and spinning on her toes like a little dancer.

Once the dress was purchased, carefully laid over his arm in a dress bag, he finally guided her out of the mall. He still had her presents to buy, including a matching tiara and a necklace, but he would wait for those.

After a long shopping trip, Miguel was starving, and a crappy over priced mall burger wasn’t going to cut it.

Luckily, Gabi was of a similar mind, and it wasn’t hard to figure out where to go out for lunch. Another pick from Gabi that took them across the city. At least this time, she agreed to a cab so they wouldn’t have to wait all day to eat.

It was a small Italian bistro Miguel wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. Something that briefly worried him. When did she find it? Gabi was certainly not old enough to go adventuring on her own. But he didn’t have long to worry before a familiar face came from around the counter.

“Gabi! What are you doing here?” Cheered a man with shaggy blond hair as he rushed over to greet Miguel’s daughter.

Agosto, Gabi’s soccer coach. He supposed that explained why his daughter knew about this place. Though he was concerned, he was a teacher and a coach, but he worked a second job and needed to ride the bus? Something wasn’t adding up.

But before he could get too lost in thought, Gabi tugged on his shirt and brought him back to the present.

“We went shopping today! Papi even agreed to go on the bus! It’s just as much fun as you said it was!” She chirped before going into a full description of everything he saw. Miguel sighed with a fond smile and let her go on for a little bit.

When her coach glanced up at him, he nodded.

“Come one, mija. It looks like he has work to do. Besides, you were the one talking about how much you wanted to eat here. Let’s eat,” he tried, gently tugging his daughter to him.

Getting sat down, Miguel looked over the menu briefly before glancing at his daughter, who was still a little ball of energy and talking to her coach from across the room. But he didn’t seem to mind, so he let it go.

But he wasn’t the one who came to take their order. An old, bent woman came over, smiling warmly for them. Gabi took no time to greet her.

“Hi, nona!” She chirped and leaned over to hug the old woman.

Miguel let Gabi gab for a bit when nona seemed to encourage it. He had a feeling he knew where Agosto got his seemingly never ending patients. Something he admired but would never dare say aloud.

Ordering for them both, he wasn’t expecting to get hit with a rolled up menu. Holding up his hands, he tried to shield himself from an assault from an old woman. What had his life turned into?

“Gabi is a growing girl,” nonna scolded between smacks.

“You two would go hungry if that’s all you ate!”

Miguel tried to apologize, but he was struggling to get a word in. And why did he have to apologize!? Wasn’t the customer supposed to be right?

Miguel added an appetizer to get her to stop. He was pretty sure that wasn’t how you ran a business. But the worst part was listening to Gabi laugh at him! She could have at least taken his side!

Agosto wasn’t much better, hiding behind a serving tray. Miguel could see his shoulders shake. Honestly!

He at least tried to make it better by bringing over their starter and drinks with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about nonna. She knows how hard the girls practice and she worries they don’t eat enough,” he explained as he sat the plate down that easily had enough for two orders on it.

“I appreciate that she’s looking after Gabi,” he said, taking a drink. Really, it was hard to be upset when someone had his daughter’s well being in mind. Not that he was particularly happy about it.

None of it stopped Gabi from diving into the starter while gushing with her coach again until he had to go help another table.

Sharing food with Gabi he listened to her talk about anything she could think of. She talked about what they saw, her classmates, and her school projects. Those were things he had an easier time talking with her about. Those were things he was familiar with. While they talked about what she was learning in science, he encouraged her and filled in a few gaps. At least until their food arrived.

Heaps of food! Miguel’s eyes went wide when nonna put two heaping plates of pasta on their table. There was no way a mere mortal could eat that much at once! But he and Gabi made their best attempt!

“Here we go! Eat up!” She happily chirped. Quickly doting on Gabi, she waved them off to enjoy their lunch. And dinner, and maybe even tomorrow's breakfast thought Miguel as he tried to figure out where to start with his pile of panini without knocking it over.

They both did their best, but in the end, the pasta won. Leaning back, they mirrored each other as they puffed and put their hands on their stomachs while they waited for them to settle.

“Did you leave room for dessert, mija?” teased Miguel with a cheeky grin. One that grew wider when she just whined for an answer. Hopefully, nonna would let them leave with doggie bags without making too much of a fuss.

Turned out the biggest fuss was Gabi.

Miguel stood off to the side with their take out boxes while his daughter gushed to her coach about her birthday coming up. He wasn’t even done planning yet, and she was raving like it was the best thing ever. It really put in perspective how much work he had ahead of him. This party had to be perfect, no matter what.

And he was doing his best. Miguel designed invites with Layla’s help to be sent out to all of Gabi’s friends, her teams, and classmates. Balloons and ribbons were bulk ordered and even a helium tank and glitter. Miguel really didn’t want the glitter in his house, but he knew that Gabi would love it, and that was really all that mattered. He could figure it out later. Much later.

It was a huge list of kids, so Miguel knew there was no way he was cooking for that many. So he ordered a catering service to help with that. Even with extra desserts and the promise of an ice carving. It seemed a little much, but he hoped Gabi would be excited.

With everything squared away and planned there was only one thing left to do. The cake.

It would look better if he called one of the high end bakeries in town. Probably tasted better too. But some part of Miguel knew that it would be more special if he made the cake himself. He could figure that out, surely.

Baking a cake wasn’t the hardest thing he’d ever done, but a tres leches cake was a lot harder than a box cake. He had to try three times before he got it right. If he ever had to separate eggs again, it would be too soon. But it was for a worthy cause, so he would make it perfect.

Decorating was another thing entirely. The frosting was fine. A bit lumpy, but he thought it looked pretty good! So he thought he could do something better than just writing her name on the cake. He worked with genetics and machines. He could do something as simple as decorating a cake!

Miguel couldn’t as much as pipe a straight line. And in his grand confidence, he started on the cake. Covered in flour frosting and, honestly, there was probably still glitter somewhere, Miguel stood over the cake, glaring down at it as if it would suddenly get in line if he got angry enough. To be fair, he was angry enough. This cake was for his daughter, for her birthday. Her first birthday with him. Everything had to be perfect. He needed to be the father she deserved.

Pulling out his phone, he ordered a proper birthday cake in just a few taps. He shouldn’t have wasted his time. Should have just let the professionals do it, like with everything else. This wasn’t the time to risk ruining things with a personal touch, he thought.

With one more death glare at the cake, he snatched it off the counter with every intention of enjoying the sound of it crashing into the bin. Until there was a familiar voice behind him.

“Papi? What’s that?” Asked Gabi as she tried to see around her father’s broad shoulders, shuffling around when she couldn’t see.

“Nothing, mija. Just cleaning up,” he told Gabi as she came around to see the mess her father was holding.

“No!” She yelled and reached for the cake.

“You can’t throw out a whole cake!” she told him, holding her little hands under the cake.

“That’s gotta be illegal!” she told him.

Miguel grinned and sat the cake back down on the counter.

“Is it now? I suppose we don’t want to get the Public Eye called on us,” he laughed.

“But what are the two of us going to do with all this cake, nena?”

Tapping her lip, she pretended to think about it for a moment.

“I think we need to eat it!” And just like that, she scurried off to get plates.

Laughing, Miguel grabbed a knife and cut two large pieces.

“I suppose there’s nothing else to do with a cake, is there?” Once both pieces were plated, he walked to the freezer to pull out a carton of ice cream.

“And you can’t have cake without ice cream, right?”

“Right!” Cheered Gabi before laughing.

It looked like their pasta leftovers would have to wait a little longer while they had cake and ice cream for dinner. That was probably the worst dinner they’d ever have together, but it was a fun night.

Finally finishing up what they could, Gabi helped clean up the kitchen. She was humming a song Miguel didn’t recognize, but he smiled to himself while they cleaned up. In moments like this, he knew he made the right decision. They both got what they needed, and everything was as it should be.

Putting the last of the dishes away, he had to steady himself when Gabi grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, papi! You’re the best!” She told him and gave him a frosting covered grin.

Laughing, he lifted her up and kissed her cheek as he hugged her.

“Love you too, mija. But you still need to shower and go to bed.”

“Papi!” She squealed as he tickled her before she ran off.

It was a whirlwind to get everything set up for Gabi’s birthday when it finally came. Most of it would get done while she was at soccer practice.

But there was another tradition that came first.

Looking through his music selection, it wasn’t long until he found the song he was looking for. Las Mañanitas.

Looking at the cover art, Miguel’s mind wandered back. Back to when he was young enough his mother hadn’t had such painful thoughts about him. When she would wake him up early, singing to him before sitting him down for breakfast. It was one of the few happy memories he had.

Shaking the thoughts away, Miguel started the song and played it loud enough to fill their home. Crooning along to the music, Miguel gently knocked on his daughter’s door before opening it. Still singing along, he playfully swayed around before sitting on Gabi’s bed as she sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes and giggled tiredly.

“Morning, papi,” she mumbled and flopped against him.

“Morning, mija. Happy birthday.” Kissing the top of her head, he hugged her tightly and finished the song.

“Con jazmines y flores. Este día quiero adornar. Hoy por ser día de tu santo. Te venimos a cantar,” he sang, grinning while his daughter giggled some more.

“Come on, breakfast time.” Letting her up, he laughed when she chased him out of the room.

“I’m going, I’m going! Hurry up, breakfast is getting cold!” He warned her after she slammed the door behind her.

Getting her out to practice was never difficult, but this time she was trying to push him out the door while he was still trying to put on his tie.

“Just a moment, mija!” He laughed, giving up on the tie when she kept pushing. It was the weekend he could just leave a few buttons undone. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Miguel nearly fell on his face when Gabi yanked on his arm to get him moving.

While Gabi was at practice, and pretending she was totally unaware of what was happening, Miguel had a few hands helping set up decorations.

Spiders rushed to help set up tables and hang confetti balloons in pink and purple. Matching streamers were hung everywhere they could make them stick. The catering came through the same portal covering pink or purple glittering tables. The cake had its own table covered in edible glitter and flowers. There would be enough for everyone and then some. Miguel was grateful and did his best to tell them as such.

A Spider-man in a pink bathrobe laid an arm on Miguel’s shoulder and leaned against him.

“It’s looking great! But why’d you wait so long to ask for help? It’s not like we don’t know how to throw a party,” teased Peter.

Miguel gently nudged him off with a quiet laugh.

“I wanted to do it. It’s her first birthday with me,” he explained before looking the man over with a raised brow.

“Please tell me you’re going to change before the party?”

Peter tugged at the robe and shrugged with a grin. “I suppose I should. Most of us need to change,” he added, nodding to the Spiders still in costume.

“Appreciated. I want everything to be perfect for Gabi. She deserves the best I can give her.” Quickly catching some runaway balloons when the 39811 Spider ran out of hands. He didn’t see Peter's proud grin.

Once everything was ready, and everyone was dressed properly, the other guests started to arrive. The kids were already taking off to the games and the bouncy castle while Miguel went to get his daughter.

“Go on and get dressed, mija. You got that pretty dress last week, didn’t you?” He asked her as he went to get her first present. A matching tiara with shining stones and a long box with a gold necklace.

When Gabi came out, spinning on her toes, Miguel grinned as he leaned back on his heels.

“You look beautiful, mija. But I think you're missing something.” Holding up the headpiece, he grinned proudly at her excited gasp. Putting it in her hair carefully, he made sure everything was perfect before offering her the box.

“See if you think this goes with your dress. Papi doesn't know colours as well as you do.”

When Gabi opened the box she loudly cheered and danced on her feet, spinning in a circle as she clutched the box to her chest.

“Oh, it's perfect!” She squealed, nearly vibrating where she stood.

Miguel chuckled and held his hand out for the necklace. Carefully, he put it in and adjusted it just as carefully. He leaned back on his heels to look his precious daughter over. She looked just like a princess as she beamed at him. Everything was perfect.

“Preciosa. Are you ready to see everyone?”

When she nodded, he got up and offered a hand. Guiding her out, he waved to get everyone's attention that the birthday girl was there. Proud as punch, he held her hand while she spun around to show off her dress.

While most people clapped, there were a few excited cheers from her friends. And just as happy screaming from a tiny Mayday.

Gabi wasted no time rushing out to meet her friends and show off what her papi had given her before being dragged off to go play.

While she did that, Miguel got a soda off the table and did a bit of mingling himself. He did his part to talk with the parents there, wanting to make sure she always had good friends.

Everything had turned out just as he wanted, and his daughter was having a blast. This was everything he wanted. Hand on his hip, Miguel took in everything, proud that he could do this for his daughter. And he would for every birthday after. But before he could think about her next birthday, he heard her yell.

“Papi! Papi!” Running up to him from across the yard, she jumped up into his arms.

Lifting her up over his head and spinning her around, they both laughed.

“Thank you. Thank you! This is the best birthday ever!” She held him tightly and kissed his cheek.

“Anything for you, princessa. Anything at all.”

#itsv #atsv #spider verse #miguel o'hara #gabi o'hara #fan fic

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