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🕸 Bitter Sweet - Ch. 6 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader 🕸

*Aggressively throws fluff in your face and then runs off*

This is for you, didn’t have a good day? Well hopefully this makes it better!

Ref and translations at the bottom😊

Part 7

You sat up in Gwen's bed, your head throbbing. With one hand shielding your eyes from the bright light streaming through the window, you couldn't help but feel like you had swallowed a desert. The bitter taste of bile crept up your throat as you clumsily opened and closed your mouth a few times, hoping to alleviate the dryness.

Gently swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you took a moment to steady yourself and regain your balance. Just as you were gathering your thoughts, a knock on the door caught your attention, and you turned to see Gwen slowly making her way inside.

‘’Good morning,‘’ you said as you clumsily stretched, a tired smile on your face.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ she said while looking at you, her eyes glossy.

‘’Wha- have you been crying? What’s wrong?’’ you asked, patting the spot next to you on the bed.

Gwen quietly made her way around the bed and settled down next to you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. Her whispered apologies filled the air as you held her close, offering comfort and reassurance. After a while, as her sobs subsided, you gently pulled her away from you, allowing her the space to explain what had happened.

"I don't even want to think what could have... y/n, I am so sorry. I should have never..." Gwen's voice trailed off, her gaze fixed on her fumbling hands.

With a gentle smile, you reached out and lovingly squeezed her hand. "It's okay, Gwen. Thank goodness nothing happened, but... I should have been more careful, not gotten so drunk without realizing it."

"That doesn't even make any sense..." Gwen murmured, still lost in her thoughts.

Sinking back against the bed, you rested your hands on your stomach and gazed up at the ceiling. "Maybe it doesn't, but I'm not blaming you, and I won't let you blame yourself either. It was just a mistake..."

As you closed your eyes, the memories of that night started to seep back into your consciousness, sending shivers down your spine. You felt like a spectator as your mind replayed the scene before you—a wall, your fading color, and a creeping hand snaking up your leg. It resembled a poison, draining the life out of you. The familiar bile rising in your throat made you scowl and shudder. Suddenly, you opened your eyes to find Gwen looking down at you with a small, sympathetic smile

"I should probably give my folks a call, just to let them know I'm okay," you said, pushing down the overwhelming emotions that threatened to resurface.

Gwen nodded and handed you your phone, which she had left to charge for you. "Thanks, Gwen," you said, offering her a grateful smile.

"I'll give you some room. Dad's making breakfast- brunch, I guess," she mumbled with an awkward chuckle. You smiled and nodded as you watched her leave the room, giving you a quick and awkward wave before closing the door.

Letting out a deep sigh, you reached over and grabbed your phone. Running a hand through your hair, you unlocked your phone to check your notifications.

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[E-mail:] Y/n! we like your style, but it could be better! We are giving you 30% off this summer—

You rolled your eyes and scrolled passed it.

Duolingo: Looks like you forgot your Spanish lesson again. You know what happens now!

You blinked a few times, rubbing your eyes in disbelief. Bringing the screen closer to your face, you re-read the notification, trying to make sense of it.

Duolingo: Looks like you forgot your Spanish lesson again. You know what happens now; Your streak is gone!😔

Oh, okay. That was a personalized and… vaguely threatening notification.

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You shook your head, dismissing the notifications, and scrolled past them on your phone. With a determined click, you dialed your aunt's number and waited as it rang, your anticipation growing. After a few seconds, you heard the cheerful voice of your aunt on the other end, instantly lifting your spirits.

"Hey aunt May, how are things?" you asked, settling back against the headboard of the bed.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary! But forget about that, I want to hear how you are! Did you have fun? Did you meet any nice boys~?" she asked with an excited yet hushed tone.

A flashback of the previous night flashed in your mind, and you scowled, feeling uneasy. "Uhm..."

Your aunt must have noticed the change in your tone, as worry filled her voice. "Did something happen, y/n? Are you okay?"

You held the phone against your chest, letting out a quiet curse under your breath before, gathering yourself. You brought the phone back to your face and responded, "N-no, no! Nothing like that, aunt May. You know me, though. It's... No. I didn't meet any new boys."

There was a brief pause on the other end before aunt May replied with uncertainty, "Okay..."

With a change in her tone, she asked, "No new ones?"

"Yeah, well—uhm, it's not really why I went. I don't care about boys," you mumbled, trailing off.

"Was the guy you like there?" Aunt May asked, causing you to still, your eyes fixated on a spot in front of you as another vivid flashback flooded your mind.

Miguel with his hands on the creep's head, pushing him against the wall. His grip was so strong that the guy whimpered in pain, desperately trying to free himself. Then Miguel turned around, locking eyes with you in what felt like slow motion. He walked up to you, his warm gaze enveloping you, making you want to wrap your arms around him. He pulled you into his embrace, his hand resting on the small of your back, gently rubbing slow and soothing circles.

"You're safe with me. No one is going to lay a hand on you."

Your cheeks heated up at the memory. "Uh—yeah, yeah! He was...uh, he was definitely there," you responded, stumbling over your words.

"Oh~? You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home!" Aunt May rejoiced.

You were about to respond to your aunt’s excitement when you felt your phone vibrate against your ear. Putting her on speaker, you listened as she seamlessly transitioned to discussing what to make for dinner and the funny antics your uncle had been up to. Meanwhile, your attention shifted to the new notification that had just popped up on your screen.

[Miguel: Feeling hungry?]

Huh?

‘’Oh- oh, yeah? Really? Well, that’s uncle ben for you,’’ you awkwardly responded, as you had only been half listening.

Your aunt's voice carried on in the background as you glanced at the text message, feeling utterly perplexed. Letting out a frustrated swear, you accidentally clicked on the message, unintentionally leaving it on read in the chat.

CRAP!

What did he mean?

Food, clearly!

Well DUH!

You thought to yourself but wait, had you agreed to have lunch together? Was he... asking you out? The memory of the woman from last night, their apparent closeness, crept into your mind, causing a frown to form on your face as you fell into silence, a chilly feeling sweeping through your gut.

"Y/n?" Your aunt's voice snapped you out of your daydreaming.

"Yeah? Sorry, you, uh, cut out for a moment," you lied, feeling a tinge of guilt.

"Oh, well, I was asking if you were on your way back?" she asked, sounding uncertain.

"Uhm, actually aunt May, I think I'll head home later, if that's okay? I kind of want to hang out with Gwen a bit more," you said, waiting anxiously for her response, hoping she would understand.

"Okay, sweetie. Get home before it gets dark though. It's a school day tomorrow after all," your aunt advised, and you agreed. After a bit more conversation, you said your goodbyes and hung up. Staring down at your phone, the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing slipped down your arm, catching your attention.

You looked down, realizing that you were still wearing Miguel's shirt. Pulling up the collar, you slowly inhaled, noticing how it carried his scent. A bright red blush spread across your cheeks as you realized how warm and comfortable it made you feel. His scent had a way of making you blush deeply. However, that comforting feeling slowly drained away, replaced by a sudden realization.

The shirt... Of course, he wants it back!

You shook your head, feeling foolish for not considering it earlier. He had been forced to walk home shirtless yesterday, and you felt like a complete jerk. Not only did he defend you and lend you his shirt, but he also carried you to Gwen's place. You had to make it up to him, and buying him lunch seemed like the least you could do.

Glancing down at your phone, you quickly composed a text message in response, deleting and rewriting it multiple times before finally sending it.

[You: You want to meet up for lunch?]

After a few minutes had gone by, you figured it was a good time to change into a fresh set of clothes while you waited. Thankfully, aunt May had reminded you to bring a change of attire. As you were in the midst of getting dressed, your phone buzzed with a notification. Trying to play it cool, you pretended like you didn't momentarily drop everything and eagerly hopped back onto the bed to read the message.

[Miguel: Yeah. There’s a café on Webber Street. Be there in an hour?]

He’s such a… stiff? Texter. Is that even a word?

[You: Okay, see you then!]

[Miguel: Webber Street, big green sign. Not even you could miss it. Hasta allí.]

[You: I got it!]

You responded with a huff and an eyeroll, a smile slowly spreading on your face.

Jerk.

You quickly gathered your phone and charger, sliding the phone into your pocket and placing the charger in your backpack. As you packed up, you decided to fold up Miguel's shirt and tuck it away in your bag, knowing you would have to bring it home and wash it before returning it to him. With your belongings in tow, you walked out into the living room where Gwen and her father were sitting on the couch, enjoying a late breakfast.

Gwen's father seemed ready to make you a plate, but you raised your hand to stop him, pushing aside the rumbling in your stomach caused by the enticing smell of eggs on toast. Gwen frowned and got up, walking over to you.

"You're leaving?" she said, giving you a look reminiscent of a kicked puppy.

"Yeah, uhm... I kind of have to go," you mumbled, glancing back towards her father and flashing him a small smile.

"Oh. Okay..." Gwen replied, clearly a bit disappointed.

"I'll walk you home then!" she quickly offered.

"No! I mean... no need! I'm kind of..." you leaned in towards her, whispering, "not heading home."

Gwen looked up at you, clearly confused. "What?! Where are you going?" she hissed, grabbing your arm and leading you towards the front door, away from her father's hearing.

Glancing back, you decided to show her the text message from Miguel. She snatched your phone and brought it up to her face, reading it with a swipe up. In response, you snatched it back, giving her a shocked expression.

"Excuse you," you teased with a smirk.

"Sorry..." Gwen sheepishly apologized.

You smiled and gave her a hug, appreciating her willingness to help. She had promised to make up an excuse to her dad in case your aunt or uncle called, and in return, you had switched on your location and promised to keep her updated, just in case. With a wave to Gwen's father, you called out that you were leaving. He looked confused but ultimately waved back.

As you made your way to Webber Street, which happened to be closer to your place than Gwen's, you consciously tried to avoid dwelling on the events of the previous night. Apart from the obvious reasons, you also didn't want to think about the woman you had seen with Miguel. She had a kind and caring demeanor, almost motherly, and it bothered you that you already found yourself liking her. Couldn't someone you liked just date a complete jerk for once? At least then you'd have a valid reason not to like them!

Rounding a corner, you arrived at Webber Street, spotting the café with its prominent green sign. Walking towards it, you held the door open for a woman who was walking out, earning a smile in return. Stepping inside, you were relieved to find that it wasn't too crowded, considering it was a Sunday.

You took a seat in one of the booths along the wall, sliding off your jacket and placing your backpack on the seat next to you, against the wall. Remembering one of your uncle's lessons about keeping your belongings safe, you made sure to keep your accessories on the inside, minimizing the chances of someone snatching them. Pushing the lesson aside, you looked to your side and grabbed a paper menu that was laid on the table. It had a charming design with hand-drawn menu items that looked incredibly inviting. However, you decided to hold off on ordering until Miguel arrived. He should be joining you any minute now.

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Any…. Minute…. Now….

Prying your eyes away from the never-ending scroll of doom, you reluctantly checked the time and realized that Miguel was already about twenty-five minutes late. Was that normal? Filled with curiosity and a hint of concern, you switched over to a new internet tab and quickly Googled the appropriate etiquette for sending a follow-up text when someone is running late.

‘’How long should I wait for someone who is late, and did not text or call?’’

After a bit of scrolling, your head resting on your hand, you came across various sources suggesting that it could be appropriate to send a follow-up text anywhere between five to fifteen minutes after the agreed-upon meeting time. Letting out a sigh, you decided not to overthink it and opted to send him a text message.

[You: Hey, I’m here. Did you get held up?]

After sending the text a surge of anxiousness washed over you. What if you were in the wrong café, wrong place, wrong damn street! Glancing around, ignoring the dirty looks some of the baristas were shooting you, you caught a glimpse of a street sign. You were definitely in the right place.

‘’Miss?’’

You looked up and locked eyes with one of the baristas, a tall blonde woman who was casually, chewing gum and holding a notepad in her hand.

‘’Hi…?’’ you said unsure of what she wanted.

"You're gonna have to order something if you're gonna keep sitting here," she said, the obnoxious sound of her gum chewing filling the air. You nodded in understanding.

‘’I, uhm—I would but, I’m waiting for someone and don’t want to star without them. Can I just order like a glass of water or something?’’ You asked as you flashed her a small smile.

She eyed you up and down, a hint of judgment evident in the small frown on her face. ‘’You’ve been waiting for someone for like half an hour. You gotta order at least a coffee or something.’’ She said while crossing her arms over her chest.

Actually; it’s been about twenty-five minutes. You turd.

However, upon reflection, you realized that it was probably just a store policy and not her fault. While her approach might have seemed a bit rude, you understood that she was simply doing her job, and you couldn't fault her for that. In the end, you decided to comply and ordered an iced coffee, which turned out to be a delightful concoction of sugar and whipped cream with a hint of coffee. It was undeniably delicious, and you made a mental note to come back to this café again sometime. As you were mid-sip, enjoying the sweet caffeine treat, your phone suddenly buzzed, grabbing your attention. Curiosity piqued, you quickly picked up your phone to check the notification.

[Miguel: ill be roght thrr. Gothol up]

Staring at the screen, the straw slowly slipped out of your mouth, causing a small spill of coffee on the table. You quickly reacted, grabbing a napkin to wipe it up before refocusing your attention on your phone, a sense of confusion clouding your expression.

[You: What??]

You watched as after a few seconds bubbles popped up indicating that he was responding.

And then they disappeared.

Oh, wait! there they are- annnd they’re gone.

What the hell?

Finally, a response appeared on your phone, but as you read the text, your confusion only deepened.

[Miguel: B thrr inaminit]

You shook your head, trying to make sense of it, but the confusion lingered. Deciding to set it aside for the moment, you returned to mindlessly scrolling through social media, hoping to distract yourself from the bizarre message.

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Checking the time and realizing that Miguel was now forty minutes late, frustration and disappointment welled up inside you. Pulling up his text, you were prepared to let him know that you were leaving. If this was some kind of elaborate prank or punishment for yesterday, it was certainly not funny. There was no reason to waste your time and get your hopes up. Negative thoughts flooded your mind, considering the possibility that he and his girlfriend were playing a cruel prank on you, laughing at your expense. Perhaps his strange texts were a result of his hands being otherwise occupied.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and pushed aside all the negative and toxic thoughts. That wasn't like Miguel, or at least you hoped it wasn't. Despite not having known him for very long, you believed you had a better sense of his character than to expect him to do something like that.

However, something caught your attention in the corner of your eye. A crowd of people had gathered around the window next to the café. Curiosity piqued, you observed as more and more people joined the crowd. Intrigued, you got up from your seat and walked over to the door, peering outside. Other café-goers joined you, and together you discovered that people were gathering around the window to watch the televisions inside, broadcasting the local news. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to join the rest of the crowd and see what had captured their attention.

"My name is Zuri Adekunle, reporting live from the iconic Times Square, where chaos erupted moments ago in a heart-pounding car chase involving the police, attempted robbers, and our beloved friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

You watched; eyes glued to the screen as it showed previous live footage of the chase happening.

‘’Unfortunately, we did not manage to get an interview from Spider-Man himself, however we do have with us today, Captain of the NYPD; George Stacy.’’

You watched as Gwens father spoke, a deep frown on his face as he went on to explain the situation and how Spider-Mans intervening, was not wanted. How instead of celebrating him you should celebrate the men and woman who serve every day, putting their lives on the line for the city and it’s proud citizens.

As you turned around, heading back to the café to retrieve your belongings, you suddenly caught sight of Miguel rounding the corner. His disheveled appearance and uneasy demeanor were immediately noticeable. He was breathing heavily as he jogged up to the door, but when he spotted you, he stopped abruptly. Running a hand through his hair, he cleared his throat, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension.

‘’¡Yo! Sorry for being late.’’ He says as he walks up to you, flashing you a smile.

Looking up at Miguel, a perplexed expression evident on your face, you furrowed your eyebrows deeply. In response, he flashed you another smile and reached out to grab the door, holding it open for you. With a gentle hand on your back, he guided you back into the café, silently urging you to follow him.

"You're really late—did you just come out from that alley?" you asked, your head slightly tilted as you tried to catch a glimpse into the alley, a look of confusion etched on your face.

"Yeah, I know. I took a shortcut through there. My bad," he mumbled, gently pushing you inside the café.

You observed Miguel as he dropped down on the couch, one arm resting on the backrest and one leg propped up on the couch. He let out a deep breath and moved his head from side to side, audibly hearing his neck crack.

"Geez... You... good?" you asked, concern lacing your words as you took a seat.

Miguel glanced up, momentarily caught off guard. "Hm? Oh!" He straightened up, running another hand through his hair and adjusting his hoodie. "Yeah, yeah! I ended up having to run a few blocks, so... just needed a minute to catch my breath."

Your eyes widened as you connected the dots. "Oh! You must have gotten caught up with the whole car chase!" you exclaimed, watching him curiously.

"HUH?! Uh, no, no. Why would you think that?" he responded, his face scrunched up in confusion and unease.

"Well... I mean, I just saw it on the news. They must have shut down a few streets. Did you not— is that not why you're late?’’ You questioned, a mix of confusion and suspicion evident on your face.

"Oh... yeah, I guess you could put it like that..." Miguel trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

You continued to study him, your expression filled with a mix of confusion and suspicion. Why was he acting like this? And why was he smiling so much? It was so unlike him! Finally, he looked at you, his calm and unbothered demeanor returning. He scanned you from head to toe before shaking his head in confusion.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, his deep tone remaining unchanged.

"I—YOU!" you exclaimed, causing a few patrons to glance over at your table. Realizing the attention you drew, you offered a small apologetic smile to the onlookers.

Miguel raised one of his dark eyebrows, his gaze lingering on you, and you couldn't help but be reminded of just how handsome he was without even trying. With a small frown, you forced yourself to look away. "Why am I here?" you asked, avoiding direct eye contact. "If it's about the shirt, I'll have it washed and give it back to you," you mumbled, glancing down at your hands.

"The shirt? Oh. That's fine. Whatever you want," Miguel replied nonchalantly, shrugging.

"Did you order already?" he asked casually, his eyes widening as he glanced at the menu.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, a cartoonish sound effect of concrete scraping playing in your mind. However, in reality, there was only silence.

"Miguel..." you began, your eyebrows furrowing.

"Hm?" he responded, not looking up from the menu.

"Why. Am. I. here?" you asked, a faint look of annoyance crossing your face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, glancing up at you.

"If not for the shirt, why am I here? Why did you ask me to meet you here?" you inquired, crossing your arms over your chest.

"To... eat?" he replied, his tone uncertain, but managing to wear an expression that suggested you were the one missing something.

"To eat??" you repeated incredulously. Then it hit you. "Did you... ask me to come here as... as you asking me out?" you asked, staring at him, realization dawning upon you.

You watched as Miguel slowly straightened up, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat. His expression was unreadable as he gazed down at you. Even with a table between you, he still seemed to tower over you.

"Me being late... has not made this the best first date, I guess," he mumbled, averting his gaze.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

"I see," you said, trying to keep a straight face.

"If you want to leave, I understand."

"I...uh...no, no, I do not. I just... didn't realize it was a date, is all," you stammered, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

He looked at you with a perplexed expression. "What? Why else would I ask you to come here?"

"I don't know!" you blurted out, feeling a bit flustered.

Miguel let out a sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dios, dame fuerzas," he mumbled to himself before turning back to you, taking a deep breath. "I am sorry for being late. Something cam up and It was… unavoidable."

You offered a smile in response. "It's okay."

He nodded slowly, his eyes wandering over your figure before returning to your face. "How are you feeling?"

Frowning, you looked down at your hands, fiddling with your nails. You didn't want to dwell on that right now. But speaking of last night... wasn't he there with his girlfriend? You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should bring it up.

"Don't you already have a girlfriend?" you finally asked, raising your gaze to meet his.

His eyebrows practically shot up to his hairline, showing his shock. "What? No! Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"The woman from last night," you replied, glancing between your hands on the table and his face.

After a moment of thought, a look of realization and amusement crossed his features. "You mean Jess? The girl with the yellow glasses?"

You nodded slowly, waiting for his response.

He shook his head and leaned back in his seat. "She's just an old friend. She has a boyfriend, and they live together."

Oh~

"Oh..." you replied, glancing up at him. The way he stared at you made your cheeks heat up a bit. "I just...you were there with her, so I just kind of assumed..."

"I left with you, didn't I?" he interrupted, his eyes locking with yours in an almost smoldering gaze.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he flirting? The thought sent a rush of excitement through you, evident in the slight blush on your cheeks. As if he could read your mind, he let out a short, deep laugh, shaking his head before looking away and then back at you.

The two of you proceeded to order your food, and the waitress nearly choked on her gum when she saw Miguel sitting in front of you. She gave you a surprised look followed by a suggestive smile, causing your cheeks to redden even more, and you had to look away to regain your composure.

As you engaged in conversation, time seemed to pass quickly, and you watched the day slowly fade away outside the window. Checking your phone, you remembered to text Gwen and let her know that everything was okay. However, you noticed that it was getting dark outside.

Suddenly, Miguel's demeanor changed. He became rigid, patting down his sides and running his hands through every pocket before letting out a deep sigh. "Gracias a Dios," he muttered to himself, turning his gaze to you. You looked at him, giving him a small smile, slightly confused.

Miguel extended his hand towards you, waiting for you to place your hand in his. Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. He gently turned your wrist over, using both hands to slide something onto it, his touch soft and delicate.

"It is called a Pulsera de Hilo," he said, gently tightening it against your wrist. "Something to smile at for a change." He teased, running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away.

You couldn't help but miss his touch already, but you pulled your wrist back and inspected the braided bracelet now adorning it. It was a beautiful combination of dark blue and red threads.

"Did you make this?" you asked, looking up at Miguel. He simply shrugged, leaning back in his seat and watching you.

"It's beautiful, thank you!" you exclaimed, smiling lovingly at him. If you squinted, you could have sworn you saw a light blush on his cheeks before he looked away, finishing his drink.

You spent another half hour just hanging out and talking, savoring each other's company. Eventually, the bitter realization that it was time for you to head home set in. Walking together, joking and asking questions, you found yourselves at the crossroad where you had first encountered each other on your empanada adventure.

You stopped, turning around to face him, and smiled up at him. "Thank you for today. I had a really good time," you said genuinely.

Miguel shrugged but flashed you a small smile. He stared at you for a moment, and you mirrored his gaze, the silence growing slightly awkward. "Was there something else?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

You shook your head, indicating there was nothing else on your mind. He rolled his eyes playfully and motioned for you to keep walking. "I am walking you home, dummy. Vámonos," he said.

You continued walking, on the verge of rolling your eyes at his playful remark, when you felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he took your hand in his. Glancing up at him, you saw that he was focused ahead, his expression remaining unchanged. Your heart started pounding in your chest, and another blush spread across your face.

· Hasta allí – see you there.

· Dios, dame fuerzas - God, give me strength

· Gracias a Dios – Thank god

· Tontita – dummy

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 2 years ago

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Guys I am on the edge I am losing it. I haven’t written fanfiction since freshmen year of high school, since then I’ve said all my writing will be publishable. And yet I am mere seconds away from losing myself to a Sully family adopting Spider fic what is wrong with me. The chokehold this series has on me. Anyways here are some headcanons that have been giving me holes in my brain:

-All the Sully's constantly argue over who Spider likes best, especially Kiri and Lo'ak. "That's my best friend" "NO, that's my best friend." "I knew him first." "Well, that's not fair you were born first. I've known him my whole life." Then dark horses Tuk and Neteyam come in like "You'd be surprised to learn spider actually likes me best." For a while after Tuk was born the competition was HEAVILY in her favor and everyone was mad about it. Neteyam doesn’t participate unless he wants to annoy someone, but no one thinks he’s in the running as much as he actually is. Spider has no idea this competition exists and whoever tells him is instantly disqualified so he never will.

-This shit absolutely applies to Jake and Neytiri too if/when they officially adopt him. Which parent Spider likes best competition. Who can get him to call them mom/dad first wins. It’s absolutely RUTHLESS and everyone knows about it except Spider. I’m fairly certain Jake and Neytiri’s love language is borderline unhealthy competition. Bets are made, sabotage is attempted, Tonowari definitely tries to help his bestie Jake and whatever plan they come up with is dumb as hell, I don’t know what it is but it’s stupid. Ultimately, Neytiri wins. Jake is not sad about it actually.

-Tuk is every parents worst nightmare. Her siblings are so much older than her, she has been desensitized to everything. When Lo’ak and Kiri were Tuk’s age they were fighting over a toy, but Tuk is pretty sure she’s ready for an Ikran. She is the ringleader of all her friendgroups and she can manipulate anyone into anything. She was the youngest to do everything in her family just to keep up with her siblings, and that means she knows so much more than all her friends her age. She taught them all the swear words they know, and she definitely told every child in the clan how babies are made as soon as Lo’ak told her and they were ALL way too young to know.

-The entire clan is worried Jake and Neytiri will have another accident child. Only they were surprised by Tuk, no one else was.

-Neteyam confides in Spider in a way he can’t with his siblings. Not only are they the oldest, but I think he isn’t afraid to not be perfect in front of Spider (This is why Neteyam is Spider’s favorite jkjk). I think they have a lot of chill talks up on the mountains, or they go flying and Neteyam’s just like “What if I fail at the hunt tomorrow?” or some shit and Spiders like “Well, it would be about time, and then you would just try again.”

-Spider is Mo’at’s least problematic grandchild, and the one that annoys her the least consistently. Kiri is still her fav tho. There is no Mo’at’s fav competition because everyone knows Kiri would win, but sometimes Lo’ak says he’s her fav because their names are similar and then everyone calls him stupid.

-Speaking of Mo’at, I’m pretty sure her and Jake get drunk together at least once a month. I don’t know what they talk about but GOD I want to. Only Norm has ever been invited and that was like one time and it’s because he and Mo’at are secret besties.

-Spider gives the best advice ever, because of being the only human child on Pandora he has empathy for everyone. He’s the best person to go to if you did something wrong because he’s for sure done something worse. Unfortunately he is incapable of taking any advice himself, and he is def suicidal a lil. You cannot convince me that kid doesn’t wake up every day wanting to die a little bit.

-For a solid half a year certified dumbasses Lo’ak and Jake were pretty sure Rotxo was some sort of spirit from Eywa because they never met his parents and never saw him go home and he was always somehow around. They shared this theory with no one but each other, which is good because it’s dumb.

-I think once adopted, Spider is a mama’s boy. He craves physical attention and he has been raised essentially Na’vi in a way that Jake hasn’t. I think he would connect with Neytiri’s parenting style more, I think they’d do a lot of weird shit together that the other kids would rather die than help with, like cooking or mending shit. I think Spider would be literally delighted to help with boring household chores with his mother and that’s so mamas boy of him. He’s a “mother, do you need help with dinner, can I do the dishes so you can sit down?” kid while all the rest of them are gagging and calling him a suck up in the background.

-It comes to a head when he tries to help make lunch instead of going surfing with Lo’ak, Kiri, and Ao’nung, and they have to have an intervention. It’s very serious, everyone was there, Tsireya, Ao’nung, Rotxo obviously came because I’m convinced he doesn’t actually have a home. They treat Spider like a five year old going to his first day of preschool.

-Spider and Neytiri also both have experienced such immense loss, and it shaped them both so much at such a young age. I think the way they would talk about it would be similar, and it would be a connection discovered that wouldn’t be vocally acknowledged often but they would both have that. It’s a mutual understanding that the others can’t get as much that helps them get past any animosity and fear. It takes them longer to get to casual conversation actually.

-If Spider ever got an Avatar Mo’at would make them put off the full transfer until he was older 50% because of his safety and 90% because he’s forced to spend time with her every night when he goes back to his human body no matter where they are. She is vocally grumbling always about how her family never visits. He does not pretend to hate it.

-It started out because Spider wasn’t taking care of his human body well enough, for sure. He’s Jake coded. Mo’at was on Feed New Grandson For Daughter duty. But now it evolved and he’s popping out of the link after a long day of Spearfishing with the Boys (I believe this is Tonowari and Jake’s fav father/son + Rotxo bonding activity) and Mo’at is there with Norm and Spider’s dinner like “you will not believe what this idiot warrior did” and Norms like “Do tell” and Spider has his second dinner with the HOTTEST TEA in the Omaticaya camp that Norm and Mo’at can spill. And one time he’s like “Lo’ak fell off a tree today because he’s too used to the water now” and then when Lo’ak finds out about that he pushes Spider out of a tree (from a safe height).

-(He has to recount this tea the next morning to Jake, this is what he and Mo’at did when drinking, he pretends he wants to be up on current affairs in his former tribe but Jake Sully is a gossip whore and he isn’t hiding it well).

-No one else is interested in this but Lo’ak. He cares so much. It’s Spider spilling the hottest tea with so much disinterest (he only cares because it’s Mo’at and Norm) and Lo’ak and Jake like gasping and then pretending they didn’t.

-Obviously Kiri and Spider’s bond is insane and unbreakable but I think one time he stepped on a bug and she didn’t speak to him for the entire day. He probably has nightmares about that day. But also Lo’ak did the same thing once and she didn’t talk to him for a week so.

-I like to think the rest of the Omaticaya do love Spider cause he’s just that weird little guy that’s always like crouched on the rocks and in the trees and shit. I think he and the Sully’s do have other friends and do spend time with others, but Spider, Kiri, Lo’ak, and then later Tuk, all spend literally every waking moment together because they all can’t escape that little feeling that they don’t quite fit in.

-Tuk doesn’t feel this way she just wants to be there. Neteyam totally feels this way he just feels like he has to be responsible.

-Neteyam also spent every waking moment with them until he had Adult Business to attend to, like learning to be in charge. Now he just spends all his free time with them. His friends are probably like “Why do you want to spend all your time with your little siblings?” and he has Vietnam flashbacks to the 17 things that Lo’ak and Spider did that almost got them killed that week alone (but also he loves being with them all).

-When the Sully’s leave Mo’at is really sad but Norm visits her annoyingly for weird advice that he doesn’t actually need every day and she pretends to hate it but doesn’t because they are secret buddies.

-Idk if this even happens to Na’vi but Neteyam’s human dna finds a way and he goes prematurely grey for sure. Kids so stressed it’s a miracle he doesn’t go into cardiac arrest.

-Tonowari and Ronal literally don’t know where Rotxo comes from half the time. He’s just always there. One time when Ao’nung was a baby Tonowari turned around for like 15 seconds to stoke the fire and then there were two babies, Ao’nung and Rotxo, on the mat.

-Lo’ak doesn’t think things through. Spider has no self preservation skills. There is a difference. So when Lo’ak suggests a dumb thing Spider will probably do it first cause he has recognized and acknowledged the risks, he just doesn’t care, whereas Lo’ak hasn’t realized yet. So he’ll test it out for Lo’ak first. The amount of dumb shit Lo’ak did went way up when Spider was captured because his human test dummy wasn’t there.

-Once with the Metkayina, Spider and Lo’ak have found a kindred dumbass in Ao’nung (+ Rotxo). He’s never thought a single decision through in his entire life (neither has Rotxo, he’s just here to vibe). They are menaces.

-Unfortunately for everyone, Jake and Tonowari created them from their own very loins, and they too, are dumbasses. If the RDA ever leave them alone the amount of bad decisions the five of them (and Rotxo) will get up to will be astronomical. There’s at least one incident that gets Jake and Tonowari exiled from their respective marui for the night and they have an Adult Men sleepover on the beach that is like the most fun either of them ever had, but they pretend it was no fun at all when they come back.

-After that Tonowari replaces Mo’at as Jake’s monthly drinking/gossip buddy. Tonowari has never met most of the Omaticayans, but he could ruin lives with some of the info he has.

-This one might be out of left field, but I think every single Sully child has had a crush to varying degrees on Spider at some point. I think Spider has never even remotely fathomed that anyone on planet Pandora has ever or will ever like him, and if anyone ever did he might just die of shock. He thinks he’s dying a virgin, probably at a young age.

-Ronal and Neytiri go on pretending to hate each other long after they became friends just for fun. No one figured it out until Neytiri was the first choice babysitter for Ronal and Tonowari’s new baby for like the tenth time.

-If Spider ever beats anyone at anything he believes they let him win and literally nothing can change his mind. He’s convinced baby Tuk let him win in a foot race one time, and that Lo’ak fell out of a tree on purpose to let him win a climbing race. The most criminal one is his claim that Ao’nung got a hole in his net intentionally so all his fish escaped and Spider had more. The joke is that no one other than Neteyam or Tsireya would ever let him win.

-The amount of times a Sully child accidentally dislocated Spider’s arm trying to pull him somewhere is way higher than anyone wants to admit, but Spider can now relocate his arm on his own like a pro. His pain tolerance is way higher than anyone’s should be. Kid just braces that shit against a tree and pops it back in and everyone is horrified every time. The first time it happened in front of the Metkayina kids Ao’nung threw up and then Lo’ak laughed until he cried. Spider shouldn’t use that arm for at least the rest of the day but he used it to shove Lo’ak for Ao’nung.

-Spider loves babies, will stop, drop everything to watch any baby, because he knows how much Na’vi treasure children and he never feels more important then when he gets to watch a little kid because he was trusted to keep the kid safe.

-Lo’ak and Spider are equally matched at sparring because Spider knows where Lo’ak is ticklish.

-One time Kiri and Lo’ak had a sleepover with Spider at the lab. Norm pretended to hate it but then let them sleep in the room with Grace’s tank and also made them cookies. It was the best night of Spider’s life. Tuk was too little to go and threw the most massive fit ever about it so Neteyam stayed back to keep her company and he was Very Mature and Not At All Jealous about it.

-They brought him back a cookie, and then everyone was tired all day because literally no one slept except for Tuk. They all took a nap halfway through the day all in a little puppy pile and that was the real sleepover.

-Post sleepover, the amount of printed out images of human Jake Sully from video logs with like dumb things drawn on him that have made their way around camp is insane. Norm made the kids draw mustaches on him for sure. Jake can’t take a single solitary step without there being a picture of him with a dick for a nose on a tent pole. He was probably stressed about something and this was Lo’ak’s brilliant Cheer Up Dad plan. It was the worst plan ever, but for some unknown reason it worked, and Jake keeps cackling at them like a crazy person when he sees them. Retaliatory Norm pics are in the works, Jake got all the kids in on it this time. Tuk is really good at drawing pa’li shit on Norm’s head.

-Neteyam knows everything about everyone so when he gets in on teasing and jokes his are fucking crazy accurate and targeted, you’ll never recover. Tuk has picked this up from him and she has that little kid talent to destroy you.

-Every single time someone goes somewhere Spider says some shit like “I hope I see you again!” and everyone knows it’s not a joke and no one finds it funny but he can’t stop doing it.

-The pact that was born between Ao’nung and Lo’ak to impress their respective love interests is the Fight Club of all pacts, either would kill the other to keep it quiet and not feel even a little bad about it. Lo’ak teaches Ao’nung to climb trees to impress Neteyam and Ao’nung teaches Lo’ak to surf to impress Tsireya. Ao’nung eats shit so hard that Lo’ak almost literally dies laughing but then Ao’nung doesn’t warn him about rip currents so he can rescue Lo’ak in front of Neteyam like he’s in Baywatch, coming out of the water all dramatically and with a lil hair flip and then presenting him with his half murdered little brother like a gift.

-The Sully children have been divvying up who gets what of Jake’s stuff when he dies since Tuk was like four. Obviously, they will be devastated, but it’ll be a little less sad when Kiri gets Jake’s coolest knife and not Lo’ak, or Tuk gets his best arm band before Neteyam can call dibs even tho it won’t fit her. It was a lot funnier before the RDA came back.

-No one has ever dared to do this to Neytiri’s stuff.

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