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For the fox requests, ler Miguel and lee hobie, where hobie has been annoying him all day so he wrecks him?
I love your work btw
“And you… I tried to ignore you but I just can’t.”
“Just pretend I’m not even here”.
Hobie had made that sound much easier than it was- much much easier than it could ever be, and Miguel was starting to question how anyone in the Spider Society had managed to stay sane with the Spider Punk around.
“I just don’t get it, Peter. I mean.. the kid’s insane. All he does is cause problems for me- and not in the same way Miles causes problems, no. It’s worse. Hobie does it on purpose.”, Miguel sighed, leaning back in his chair as he finished his rant to Peter B, who was… definitely listening as he crocheted Mayday a rather adorable hat.
“Oh, come on, Miguel”, Peter started, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on the difficult pattern he was trying to create, “The kids really aren’t that bad. I mean, sure, Hobie can be a handful, but most of the time he’s trying to get a rise out of you”, he said as he put down the crochet hook, standing up and examining the little hat with a content smile. “And besides…” he started to leave the room, stopping to stand beside Miguel for only a moment, reaching a hand out “You make it really easy”.
It was that damn spider-sense that Miguel didn’t have that left him vulnerable and had him squirming from the prodding of Peter’s fingers against his side, though they were gone in an instant as Peter left the room. Still, the blush that covered his cheeks as he grumbled was very much there as he huffed and tried to shake off the residual tingles.
“Stupid fuckin… ticklish spider people”, he muttered to himself as he sat, considering what to do about Hobie’s attitude. He stayed like that for quite a few minutes, fiddling with a pen as he considered how he’d ever manage to get Hobie to just listen for once, but after a while, he’d lost his train of thought. He found himself thinking about anything and everything that could worm its way into his mind, and he’d never admit to the small, rare smile that tugged at his lips as he thought of how Peter previously poked and prodded at his sides.
Suddenly, Miguel snapped himself out of it with a faint blush dusting his cheeks, his eyes widening as that small smile turned to a smirk as he had what he considered a phenomenal idea.
“..Ohoh… I’m gonna get that little shit so good.”
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“Aye, look who’s here!”, Hobie said as he swiveled in his chair at the sound of an opening door, “What’s got you smilin’ like that, bruv? Never seen you happy before a day in my life- it was the only thing I liked about you, really”
Miguel’s smile dropped instantly, his top lip curling as he became irritated already, but he took a deep breath and pulled himself together as he remembered Peter’s words.
“He’s only trying to get a rise out of you.”
‘Right..”, Miguel thought as he took another breath, ‘He’s looking for a reaction’
‘…and he’s about to get one.’
Really, that was the only reason Hobie went out of his way to aggravate Miguel. He knew how easy it was to piss the guy off.
Miguel huffed as Hobie simply sat there, his legs propped on the table as he looked at his phone with a smug grin. There was silence for a few moments until.. thwip.
Hobie’s eyebrows furrowed as he realized his arms were stuck to his sides, his phone still in hand as he struggled against the orange webs, “Wh- are you serious? Real fuckin funny, mate. Now, let me go”, he demanded in an irritated tone as he sat up straight.
Miguel clicked his tongue as he approached the punk in a slow, almost stalkerish manner. “You know, Hobie. I struggle to deal with all of you kids. I mean, Gwen doesn’t listen to me, Pav is just all over the place all the time, and Miles… well, he’s just Miles.”
Hobie glared at the older spider as he spoke whilst he paced back and forth.
“I’ve managed so far with those three, but you… I had no idea what I was gonna do with you. I thought about it and thought about it for quite some time. You see, Hobie, you’re nothing like the other kids, and I respect you for that, but I had no idea how to work with you. You have nothing in common with them…”, Miguel placed his hands on the back of the chair, leaning down a bit, “Or so I thought… then I remembered the one tiny little thing that all spider people have in common…”.
Hobie swore he could hear Miguel grinning, but still, he sat there, completely unamused by Miguel’s little speech. “Is that supposed to scare me, old man? I’m not afraid of you. I ain’t got no reason to be afraid of you- or anyone for that matter. Now, get me out of these fuckin wEBS- ACK!”.
Hobie’s eyes widened for just a moment as he tried to twist to the left upon feeling one single claw prod at his side. He swiveled a bit in the chair to look at Miguel, who he could see now was wearing a shit eating grin. Hobie’s face turned to one of obvious irritation as he tugged harder at the webs, trying his best to get out of them. “Don’t even fuckin try it, mate. I swear to god I’ll- nngh! S-Stop that!”, he squeaked again as he felt a claw prod at his other side now
Miguel hummed, a triumphant grin on his face as he continued to give his speech. “See, to get to you, I just had to use the one thing that gets to every spider person”. Finally, he reached down and dig five claws into each of Hobie’s sides, “and you’re just as sensitive as the rest of us~”.
Hobie clenched his eyes shut, tightening his fists in an attempt to ease the horribly ticklish sensation. He was finding it harder and harder to fight the giggles bubbling in his throat. “You- You ohold bastard! Quihit it!”, he attempted to bark the words, but they came out through broken, poorly suppressed laughter.
Miguel squeezed and clawed at Hobie’s sides that were somewhat protected by the thin t-shirt he was wearing. But as he realized Hobie was doing a rather good job at holding back, the older hummed and tickled his way down to Hobie’s hips, finding the hem of his shirt and worming his fingers underneath it.
As Hobie continued to struggle against the webs, his eyes snapped open when he felt those claws against the bare skin of his hips. He jerked violently, squealing as he twisted his hips “NO- Nono nohoho! Fuhuhuck you, get AWAHAY FROM THEHERE!”.
Miguel seemed almost taken aback as the floodgates of desperate, ticklish laughter seemed to open suddenly. “Get away from the hips, huh? That’s pretty interesting. I thought all spider people had the same ti- uh… sensitive spots”, he said, blushing as he stammered over the t-word. “But you continue to prove me wrong…”
As badly as he wanted to, Hobie couldn’t keep himself from laughing as Miguel squeezed his hips rapidly, occasionally wiggling his fingers against the hipbone, “NohoHOHO! Fuhuck you! St-STOHOP IHIT YOU OLD FUHUCK!”, he twisted his hips as much as the webs allowed him to, occasionally arching his back in an attempt to get away, but those claws seemed to be attached.
Miguel hissed a bit through his teeth, Hobie’s insults certainly not hitting as hard as the poor boy laughed himself to death “Old fuck, huh? You know, you really need to watch your language, Hobie. Maybe I can fix that too”, Miguel teased, his method changing from rapid squeezing and wiggling to quick scratches and spiders against the punk’s hipbones.
Miguel really couldn’t care less about the kid’s language, he just wanted to tease Hobie.
Hobie’s laughter raised in both pitch and volume as his thrashing became frantic. He knew his hips were ticklish, but he’d never in his life been tickled like this and those fucking claws were driving him mad. “NNGH- StahaHAP! Shihit that tihIHICKLES!”.
Miguel huffed out a laugh as he laid off that particular spot, deciding to worm his claws up to Hobie’s sides very carefully as not to scratch him. Hobie’s laughter became less hysterical instantly, though it was still obviously a very ticklish spot.
“Mmm, sorry, kid. If you want me to stop, you gotta apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused, and then maybe.. I’ll let you go”, Miguel said, smiling like a Cheshire cat as he gently scratched at one side while digging into the other relentlessly.
Hobie hiccuped as he shook his head in response to Miguel’s words, “F-Fahahat chance, m-ATE! NOHOT THE HIPS AGAIN, FUHUCK!”. His laughter was full of little squeaks and hiccups as Miguel’s claws descended to his hips again.
“Yeahhh, that’s not gonna cut it”, Miguel said with a sigh as one hand squeezed from Hobie’s hips up to his sides while the other squeezed from his sides down to his hips before they swapped, keeping Hobie in a horribly ticklish frenzy. “Come on~ all you gotta say is one little word and you’re free! Unless… unless you don’t want me to stop~”, he teased, smirking as he continued to tickle at a steady pace.
Hobie’s eyes widened at the implication, and he didn’t even wanna get into why it made him blush so goddamn much, but as it started to become more difficult to form cohesive thoughts, he finally gave in
“N-NahaHAha! Okahay OKAY! I’m sOHOrry! I’m sohorry! J-Just stohop! Plehease!”
Miguel smiled victoriously as he slowly ceased his tickling fingers. Using one claw, he ripped the webs that held Hobie in place, chuckling as the usually tough Spider Punk became nearly limp in the chair.
“You-“, Hobie started as he took deep breaths, fighting off residual giggles as his hips and sides still tingled “You. Are. Awful.”, he said, glaring at Miguel as he swiveled and propped his feet on the table again.
Miguel just shrugged, “And you’re a lot squeakier than I thought you’d be”, he shot back with a smile- a genuine smile.
Hobie sat in silence for a moment, still glaring, but as he looked at Miguel and saw that happy smile that was so rarely seen, he just huffed and went back to playing on his phone “Whatever”, he grumbled.
As Miguel stood there, still poking fun at Hobie, he thought to himself.
‘Maybe these kids really aren’t that bad…’
And as Hobie sat, pretending to ignore the older spider, he thought to himself as well.
Maybe he spending time with Miguel…
..and maybe he really didn’t mind the tickling that much either.
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AHHH YAY THE FIRST OF A FEW REQUESTS!! I’m very happy with the way this one turned out, and I hope I did the request justice!
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The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)
Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?”
The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.
Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly.
She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do.
She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.
“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.”
“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.”
The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so.
Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart.
He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.
“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed.
“What about it?”
"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel.
“What do you want?”
“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.”
Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.”
“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”
Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation.
As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.
However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–”
“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time.
“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again.
Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”
You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble.
Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him.
“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!”
“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.
“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!”
The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.
Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up.
“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!”
“Old man?”
“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!”
“Kid, listen–”
You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand.
“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”
You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own.
Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders.
“Gabriella?”


The luminous friend(s) of humankind ☀️
[ ID: An Indian-style arch window made of brick frames the scene. Pavitr, wearing his Spider-Verse costume, smiles with his teeth so widely that his eyes are closed. He is carrying a dog with his arm and playing with another dog on its hind legs seeking to lick and hug him. Another dog side-eyes the audience, other dogs are magically floating in the air. There are seven stray dogs in total. Bright sunlight shines behind them all like a halo. The golden Sanskrit Devanāgari script written on the plaque at the bottom of the frame writes: Mitra - Prabhākara - āditya [ मित्र - प्रभाकर - आदित्य -- literally, 'friend - light-maker - son of Aditi, the goddess of the cosmos']. They are the aliases of the Hindu sun god Sūrya who mounts a chariot drawn by seven horses. End ID]
I love the revenge trope 😈
Revenge of Robot-Arms Spiderman
Isn’t it ironic that I posed this idea as artwork to @feathergil, only to write it myself as a fic? Also, I would like to say that this takes place in a Spider-Society where everything has been fixed without anybody suffering any negative consequences (e.g., dying, witnessing a death, getting hurt, etc), everything is fine and nobody hates anybody.
Miles was running. He had no choice but to run. Spider-Man was onto him, and before anyone asked which one, it was the one with the four extra robot arms on his back. That guy was fast.
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All in the name of Friendship
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Disclaimer: I want you to know that the tags that I put on here are going to be related to the second movie, but this fic is highly based on the first one! If you read my introduction post, and which fandom's I right for, then you'll know what I mean with this disclaimer!
Thank you for reading, and enjoy!

I'm so glad I finally had the motivation to write this because I can't get enough of the first movie!!
I'm still waiting to see the second one that came out!
About this fic you need to know;
This is a tickle fiction story. If you are not comfortable with that sort of thing, then this fanfic is not for you.
A good amount of swearing, but not too much that it's overboard.
Lee: Miles Morales
Ler: Gwen Stacy
Later ler: Peter B. Parker
Title;
All in the Name of Friendship

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The sun had just begun to set, giving the sky a beautiful ray of comfortable orange and yellow colors for the two spidey friends to look at. There weren't any crime today, which Miles and Gwen quietly thanked to themselves. The two decided to spend that peaceful day together with nothing but good laughs and just wanting to talk about whatever comes to mind.
They were currently sitting ontop of Miles' roof, enjoying the sunset while it lasts. They had 'lofi beat' music softly playing in the background to empathize the peace that flowed around them and their city.
They would be lying if this day wasn't the most perfect day of all.
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"You know, I never would have thought we would have a day just to ourselves." Gwen softly spoke, trying not to scare Miles with the sudden break of silence.
"Yeah, I could say the same. It almost feels.. Unnatural." Miles responded back, almost saying that last part like it was a question.
"Out of place, maybe? Either way, the day feeling this calm and collected brings back those days where it was always like this!" Gwen said. She looked at Miles, and then back at the sunset disappearing more and more the longer they sit there. Gwen picks up the conversation more.
"No villains to be stopped, no radioactive spider to turn a human into something that seems so unnatural.. Sometimes I think back too much and realize that.. I kind of miss those days. Those days where I feel like me, and not somebody who needs to save the world from these big bad guys who are also unnatural, and are probably dying to go back to where they were before they turned into these villains.." Gwen finished with a long sigh before turning to Miles once more.
"You put a LOT of thought into the past, don't you Gwen?" Miles said finally. He didn't know what to say, he was surprised that she thought back so far that she even started to think of all the villains she encountered may wanted their life back as a civilian before tragic got the worse out of them.
"That's it? No.. 'Yeh, I feel the same,' or 'I think back to those days too'. Nothing?" Gwen sounded irritated almost. Like she wanted someone to feel the same way as she does.
"No! I mean, I think the same way too, but.. Gwen, do you really think that far out?"
"Yes, I do! I've lost people doing this job and I didn't ask for it! All I ever wanted was for the people I care for to come back so then we all can be happy again. No need to worry about bad guys desperately trying to kill the heroes for their selfish acts.." Gwen cried out all of a sudden.
"I- Gwen.." Miles put his hand on her shoulder as a way to comfort her the best that he can. "This job is a really hard job, and there's no perfection to it.. Being a hero has no application to fill- no direction to what we do next.. You got bit for a reason.. Same way that I got bit too. And though it seems like a coincidence that we so happily gotten bit by some spider, it doesn't mean that it bit the wrong people. I mean, we could've used this power to be the next big villains! But look at us, look at you! You're a hero, Gwen. And though you've lost people because of this responsibility, you know that you didn't loose them on purpose. You fight for the ones you lost.. And I am sure as hell you fought your damn hardest to save them the best that you possibly could."
Woah, was that a lot to take in. Gwen was astonished.
"That.. Take that back right now, you don't mean that!" Gwen suddenly said.
"What?! How can I NOT mean that?" Surprised at what Gwen said, he took his hand off her shoulder, giving her a confused look.
"I-It was too much, you had pity in your voice when saying all of what you said!" Gwen softly striked Miles on the side, earning a chuckle and a flinch from the boy.
"I-Ihihm serious! I didn't just say all of that-which all came from the heart, may I add-just to pity you!" Miles had covered where Gwen had striked him with one of his arms.
"See?! You chuckled. I can't believe you Miles!" Gwen sarcastically said, crossing her arms.
"What?! I-? No, that was only because you striked me in the side! Not because I was lying to you." Miles is going to regret saying that..
"OH?, now you want to say that you "weren't lying to me" when, if I remember correctly, said nothing about you lying to me. Ohoh, Miles you are a dead man!"
Miles put his hands up as a way to defend himself for what's about to happen next.
"W-wait! I'm sorry! I knew you didn't say that I was lying, I-I was just saying that-"
"No need to apologize Miles! You're only apologizing because I'm about to tickle the absolute shit out of you!" Gwen went for his sides until her hands got caught by Miles' hands.
"W-WAHAIT! C-can we talk about this? Ihihi don't think this is necessary.." Miles said, nervously.
"Oh really? And talk about what? About you wanting to deny that what you said earlier was not in any way you pitying me for overthinking the past?" Gwen somewhat asked seriously, but also still wanting to play around.
"YeheEs! What I said earlier was the truth, I swehear on it! I overthink about it too, but not to the point where I dread my future!"
"So now you think I dread my future?! Miles, you've got some imagination if you think that I, Gwen Stacy, The almighty Ghost Spider, dread the future!"
Miles just about shrunk himself the best that he could at her statement, still holding on to her wrists.
"Now you're gonna get it, Miles!" Gwen pulled both of her hands from Miles' grip, only to free one of her hands, but that didn't stop her from digging into his side like she had planned to earlier.
"AAahaha! WaAihit! Ihih-Eeahaha, I'm sohohoryy!" Miles spassed out when Gwen was able to get to his side.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, spidey!" Gwen moved up from his side and to his ribs. You could say his ribs are a sweet spot.
"AAH-! GwEhehen, pleheheahase! I-hihi promise! I wahahasn't pihihitying you!" Miles desperately tried to get a hold of Gwen's free hand, but that only led Gwen to grab his defending hand, and move it to his other.
"Gwehen, please! Ihi-"
"Is someone laughing up a storm out here?" Someone said behind the two.
"Peter! Hey, come help me will ya? Miles was pitying my thoughts by saying this big 'ole "heartfelt" message all because I was moping the past." Gwen said.
"I was beheing serious! Peheter please! I need help with getting her to know that Ihi wasn't saying it to pihity her feelings!" Miles cried out.
"Woah woah, hold on now.. Let me get this straight. Gwen was telling you about her thoughts about the past, and you give her a heartfelt message to look up to so she doesn't overthink about the past?" Peter explained.
"YeE-ehes!" Miles all of a sudden felt his side being tasered.
Peter gave a blank stare to Miles.
"Ehe, alright.. His worst spot is his stomach, Gwen." Peter spat out, walking towards the two.
"PehEHETER! W-WAHAIT!! GWEHEHEN! DOhOHN'T" Miles fell on his back, desperately trying to cover his stomach.
With Peter now closer to Miles and Gwen, he squat down to grab both of Miles' wrists and pulled them up to rest on his head.
"You did this to yourself Miles. You shouldn't have felt bad for Gwen's feelings to the point where you thought you had to give her a meaningful message!" Peter argued sarcastically.
"AHARE YOHOU GUHuhuyYS SEHERihOus?!"
"Serious as we have ever been Miles." Gwen said, not going so hard on his stomach now that he is getting to the point where he needs a break.
"Face it Miles, you knew this was gonna happen when you gave Gwen pity." Peter decided to join in and used one of his hands to lightly scribble his underarm.
"IHIH-Eehahaha!- Ihi'mhm sOrhorry! Plehehase, Hahave mhm- MEHERCY!-" Miles couldn't take it anymore. I mean, come on now. Getting tickled at your stomach AND your armpits?! That's villain behavior!
When Gwen saw that Miles was at his breaking point, she stopped going for his stomach and gave Peter the que to stop as well.
With both friends stopping their playful attack, Miles could finally take deep rewarding breathes all the while still laying on the roof.
"You good Miles? You look like you're about to pass out!" Peter asked.
"Yeh-yeheah.. J-juhust give mehe a minute." Miles breathed out.
"Just let him be for a minute, he'll be alright." Gwen said, fixing her posture to sit up right.
"Yohou guys still think I was pitying your feelings, Gwen?" Miles said, lookin up at the both of them with a smile.
Both Peter and Gwen looked at each other, and then back at Miles.
"Yes." they both said in unison.
"You guys are the wohorst!" Miles cried out.
"It's all in the name of friendship!" Gwen poked at Miles stomach, startling the poor dude.

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I really hope you guys liked it!
It's my first fiction, so I'm hoping it's not too bad..
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, and have a wonderful day/night!