#petermai

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🌳 Day 10 | Gravestone for @flufftober!

“Pete, you really don't have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. Just humor me a bit...”

It was a sunny day in Harlem; a stark contrast to the place Peter Parker and Mila Morales were currently at: Manhattan’s local cemetery.

About to ask for Jefferson Davis' blessing to marry his daughter.

So here we are 👏 delving into another one of my fandom obsessions that lay dormant ever since the release of the first game: Petemai (aka Peter/Miles)!

I've always been a sucker for the mentor/mentee relationships, so this one immediately stood out to me when playing the games.

Enjoy! 💖

“Pete, you really don't have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. Just humor me a bit...”

It was a sunny day in Harlem; a stark contrast to the place Peter Parker and Mila Morales were currently at: Manhattan’s local cemetery.

The brunet could feel a familiar unease in the pit of his stomach that spread to his arms and fingertips, making him begin to shake from nerves as he stood in front of a slab of stone that was so important, not just to himself, but mostly to the woman standing beside him.

‘Jefferson Davis’—it read in bold letters. ‘A hero, a father, a husband.’

Peter never got the privilege of meeting the man outside the suit. He would only hear stories from Mila and her mother, saying how brave and kind and loving he was. Still, with how much his girlfriend talked about him, it almost felt like he knew him well enough at this point.

“She's your fiancée now, Parker…” Peter had to mentally correct himself as he turned to look at his companion.

Mila Morales stood in all her glory—short curly hair held in place by bobby pins, a red hoodie Peter bought her when they'd gone shopping after patrol one day, denim shorts and black leggings with red matching Jordans.

But most importantly of all, a simple silver band with a small diamond resting on her ring finger.

It belonged to Aunt May. She'd given it to him back when he and MJ were still dating, a sign of her blessing and also a gift that saved his wallet from having to buy one himself. If she knew who the ring's new owner was though, she'd still be proud.

“Peter?” Mila's soft voice broke the brunet from his trance, snapping his attention back from her hand to her face, scrunched in concern. “You okay? You're shaking.”

Peter couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face. She was so good to him. He'd never get over that fact. While trying to steady his hands, he reached for Mila's and intertwined their fingers with a firm squeeze. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Guess this is harder than I thought, haha…”

If anyone had told him a year ago that he'd be standing here today, he wouldn't have believed them.

After everything that happened with MJ, Peter learned that balancing the life of a superhero while trying to maintain a healthy relationship was near impossible. The two of them had come to that conclusion together after years of trying to make it work, and despite walking away with no hard feelings, the brunet couldn't help the feeling of hopelessness that was left in his chest.

The harsh reality that he'd never be able to have a romantic relationship was just another burden he had to add to the pile. Things he had to give up with the responsibility of the Spider-Man title.

That was until Mila Morales showed up and turned his world upside down.

After getting over the initial shock of having another spider person who could relate to stuff he couldn't share with his friends, Peter was more than happy to have the young girl under his wing—it wasn't until months passed that he started to notice some… odd behavior on his part when it came to Mila.

Peter could be having the worst day ever—job searching failures, villains escaping, Jonah not knowing when to shut his trap unless Peter glued it shut with his webs—no matter what had him fuming, Mila was always able to get him to smile.

It could be something as simple as her and Ganke programing a new gadget for him to try, her finally getting an A+ in Spanish because if not ‘mi mamá me va a matar esta vez, ¡te lo aseguro!’, or just a dumb joke that didn't make any sense but still had Peter holding his sides and wiping tears in the middle of their patrol.

He'd just be in an overall better mood when around her.

He'd also talk about her without even realizing it. A lot.

“Pete, I get it. You're proud of your girlfriend's progress! But I don't need a day by day update, kay?” Harry had said once when they were chilling at his apartment and Peter was talking about the Holo-Training he'd prepped for Mila.

“Peter, you're just a phone call away. With everything you tell me, Mila can handle a week on her own.” MJ said when Peter voiced his concerns about leaving the girl to look after the city.

And so, the comments started evolving from simple pointers to straight out teasing within a matter of weeks. Harry and MJ wouldn't give him a break whenever it came to Mila, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

But it also got him thinking about her.

About how brave, selfless, caring, and funny she was.

He'd compliment her more often, making sure that she knew just how amazing she was. There was nothing wrong with friends telling each other how smart they were. How creative. Heck, so what if he said she looked beautiful one day after taking off her mask on the rooftop to call it a night—with the moonlight framing her in a way that could only be described as ethereal?

Friends could acknowledge if the other was attractive! Right?

It didn't take long for Peter to analyze the facts and come to the conclusion he was dreading.

He was developing feelings for Mila Morales.

And the thought of that terrified him.

Setting aside the age gap between them (that was a whole separate can of worms he was not prepared to deal with), there were his previous romantic experiences which left him in a bad place. One where he didn't think he was worthy of love and that he only caused suffering to those he cared about.

Friendships were the only thing he allowed himself to hold onto, and even those were always at arm's length. He couldn't bear the idea of losing Mila as a friend, let alone hurting her in any way.

So, he kept everything bottled up in hopes that it was just a silly little crush that would go away on its own.

Only for Spider-Woman to beat him to the punch.

While fighting when possessed by the Venom entity, Mila said and did everything she could to get Peter to snap out of it and fight back. Including revealing her true feelings for him.

Despite wanting to brush it off as a spur of the moment deal, she told him again a week after the incident, clearing the air of any doubt that she hadn't meant it.

And despite wanting to deny her and claim that he didn't feel the same, Mila knew better. She noticed something was off and pressed the issue, stating that she didn't mind being let down, but only if it was genuine and not for ‘her sake’ somehow.

That was more than enough for the dam to break inside him.

Peter explained his concerns, his fears, his insecurities—he opened himself up and laid bare for the other to see. And all she did was listen and comfort him the best she could.

No judgment.

“I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you!” The brunet was holding back tears while Mila placed a hand on his cheek in a soft and comforting manner.

After swallowing a lump in her throat, the teen looked him in the eye and allowed the tiniest of smiles to grace her lips. “Don't you think that's for me to decide?”

And so that night, they shared their first kiss on top of the Empire State Building, with unspoken promises being exchanged between their lips.

Once they started officially dating, Peter was determined to set ground rules.

First, he needed to get Rio's blessing.

An awkward conversation was had at the Morales household in which Peter kept saying essentially the same things over and over, fumbling like an idiot, only for Rio to stop him and say that she already considered him part of the family anyways. He was let go with a hug and threat of keeping her daughter safe.

Second, no intimacy until Mila turned eighteen.

There would be the occasional kiss on the cheek, hand holding and cuddling while watching movies, but anything more heated than that was a strict no-no in Peter's book. Despite how many times his girlfriend did her best to seduce him, causing Spider-Man to have to flee his own apartment on more than one occasion.

And the third one was a secret kept to himself until recently—ask for Jefferson Davis’ blessing as soon as he proposed.

It was entirely unnecessary, and at this point, rather irrelevant to be asking that question, but Peter couldn't help it if he was old fashioned that way.

Staring at the gravestone that marked the resting place of his future father-in-law, he took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. Mila squeezed his hand too, showing her support in the only way she could.

“Good evening, Mr. Davis…” Peter managed the sentence without stuttering, which was a win on his book. “I'm sorry to be bothering you today, but there's something important I need to tell you. It's… about your daughter.”

He turned to look at Mila, and she smiled in return, as if to say he was doing a good job. Peter nodded and gulped as he kept going. “A-As I've told you before, Mila and I have been dating for a few months now. She brings me happiness like no one else, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration when I say she's been my lifeline on more than one occasion.”

Bringing their joined hands forward, the brunet extended the young woman's in a way that showed off her ring. It gleamed under the rays of sunlight peeking through the trees and that caused Peter to let out a breathy chuckle. It was real. “Which is why I've asked her to marry me.”

“I'm engaged, daddy…” Mila spoke to her father for the first time since they got there. Her dimples showed clearly with the way she was grinning from ear to ear. “Guess you and mama can't stop betting on Ganke and I, haha…”

Peter laughed along with her, and the unease began to dissipate. Still, his gaze remained on the stone in front of him, keeping him grounded and reminding him of why he was here in the first place. “I… I really wish I could've asked for your blessing in person, sir. Mila and her mother speak the world of you, and with good reason! I also wish… I could apologize properly.”

The image of the bombing caused by the Inner Demons flashed in Peter's mind. The day Jefferson Davis lost his life while trying to protect the people Spider-Man was responsible for—the day he met Mila under the worst circumstances; by not saving her father.

And even though his lover had forgiven him for that ages ago, Peter would carry it with him along with the tragedies that befell anyone who was involved with Spidey.

Regaining his composure, Peter cleared his throat and let himself continue with his speech. “I know I couldn't save you that day… but I swear to you, on my life, that I will make your daughter happy and always keep her safe. Not like she needs it, I'm sure you know how stubborn she can be.”

Spider-Woman lightly shoved him with a roll of her eyes, bringing a smirk to Peter's lips.

At that moment, a light breeze swept by the duo, rustling the leaves of the late autumn season. The brunet stared wide eyed as a leaf placed itself on top of Mr. Davis’ grave, almost perfectly in front of them both.

Mila must have thought the same thing as he did because she leaned upwards to place a kiss on her fiancé's cheek. “Looks like you got your blessing.”

“You think?” Peter mumbled, not wanting to break the quiet stillness around them.

“I know.” A gentle smile then replaced either a mischievous grin. “Even if he might be a bit upset I ended up with a basic white guy.”

Peter allowed himself to chuckle at that, pulling the girl next to him close in a hug. The warmth that radiated from her body was nothing short of calming, and it reminded him of home. In a strange way, she was his new home. “You think if he knew I was Spider-Man I'd score some coolness points?”

“Maybe. Though that would entail he didn't know I was Spider-Woman. Which to be honest makes me like, ten times cooler.”

As the duo left the cemetery hand-in-hand, Peter knew that the future he was heading into was filled with uncertainty. But with his partner in crime standing by his side through it all, he knew it would make it a little bit easier.

After all, who was Spider-Man without Spider-Woman?

[soulsillk]

"I just wanted to see you." ... "Just wanted to tell you how proud I am... you know... to share this job with you. This name."

...

THIS NAME!!!

My goodness, this name...

HIS NAME!!!!!

[dreamsunshinee]

I just finished both insomniac games and i couldn't help but ship the petermai god those two are cute so i drew the fanchild I love his Riley design, he is born long after the events of Sm2, plus he has an angry kitty face 😾

[marypicken]

Peter May on Tour this January! @authorpetermay @soph_ransompr

19th Jan – Hatchard’s, London 23rd Jan – Mitchell Library, Glasgow 24th Jan – Eden Court Theatre, Inverness 25th Jan – St. John’s Kirk, Perth 26th Jan – Toppings, St Andrews 27th Jan - Toppings Edinburgh

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And the month (and year) continues to march on. Although, to be fair, that’s not such a bad thing now as I booked a holiday over the weekend and the sooner that arrives, the better. It’s not until next year, but it will be the first time I’ve gone abroad in 10 years (to the month of not quite the date). It’s far too easy to take things for granted, and to assume you will have forever to do all…

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[sabinahahn]

The Chessmen by Peter May It is a mystery set on Isle of Lewis, a remote island in the outer Hebrides of Scotland. I loved the setting but the book itself was lackluster for me. If you take out all the descriptions of the weather, the book will be half the length. #dailydrawing #dailyreading #petermay #lewischessmen #sabinareads #illustration https://www.instagram.com/p/BtvgsqslArR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16rcfkxa1j77f

[lesparaversdemillina]

Critique cinématographique : Red Corner de Jon Avnet

Mon Avis : Ouh lalalala! Il y a Richard Gere est comment dire, il fait partie de mes acteurs préférés. Je l'avais adoré dans Pretty Woman dans le rôle de Edward Lewis. Il incarne le rôle de Jack Moore, un avocat américain qui se retrouve accusé de meurtre en Chine. Tout est contre lui, il est retrouvé au lit avec la victime, ivre mort. Ces empreintes sont sur les bouteilles et sur l'arme du crime. Il est tout de suite incarcéré et on lui donne un avocat commis d'office ou l'équivalent en Chine. Cette avocate ne croit pas en son innocence. Mais les choses pourraient changer à cause d'incohérence dans l'enquête... L'avocate Shen Yuelin a tout mon respect, elle est intelligente. Elle ne s'en cache pas. Elle est pleine d'humour sans pour autant être prétentieuse. Ce personnage a un certain charisme. Je me suis attaché à elle et pourtant, ce n'était pas gagné, car elle a l'air très froide de premier abord. Ce film est intéressant, car il nous donne un aperçu de la culture chinoise qui pour moi reste un peu obscure et très loin de notre culture. Je garde une certaine fascination pour leur culture. J'avais d'ailleurs lu du Pearl Buck qui est une auteure qui écrit sur la Chine du début des années 1900. D'ailleurs, si vous êtes intéressé par la culture chinoise, je vous le conseille vivement. La minute de publicité est finie, je vous le promets. Il m'a fait penser un peu à Meurtre à Pékin de Peter May avec cette confrontation de la culture américaine et la culture chinoise. Bref, j'ai beaucoup aimé. C'est un Thriller haletant et on s'attache facilement aux personnages.

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Nuevos libros en #MiBibliotecaLL y nueva editorial por descubrir @catedral.books y me encantaaa😍😍 ¡Ya os iré informando en cuanto los lea📖! Pero no me diréis que no tienen pintaza😍😍 • #LaPrimeraPiedra @mcdermidval . La herencia de Alice Somerville descansa bajo el suelo pantanoso de los Highlands . Tras muchas paladas, encuentran algo que nunca debería haber estado ahí: el cuerpo de una joven con dos agujeros de bala. • #EnemigoInvisible #PeterMay Unthrillerprofético que explora la experiencia humana bajo los efectos de un virus en pleno confinamiento. • 📖📚 #EncuentrosZoom #EncuentrosZoomClubDeLecturaLL #ClubDeLectura #ClubDeLecturaLL #EncuentrosConEscritores #EncuentrosConEscritoresLL #Lecturas2021LL #RecomendacionesLL #YoLeoNovelaNegra #YoLeoSuma #YoLeoAngelaBanzas #NovelaHistorica #NovelaNegra #Thriller #LocuraDeLibros #LeyendoSiempreYEnCualquierSitio (en Club de Lectura LL) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKV268NlSEB/?igshid=1dg3cbuocwqpu

[cazvincent]

#bookstagram #upcomingread #Lockdown by #PeterMay  Was gifted this book - look forward to reading it. Isn't it intriguing? It's written fifteen years ago (!) and predicts a pandemic... no publisher had seem fit it publish it back then but, of course, everything has changed... "This seemed the moment ... to share that manuscript with my readers - if only to make us all realise just how much worse things could actually be." says #PeterMay in his foreword. #CarolineVincent #bookstoread #writersofinstagram #editor #publishingconsultant #authorassistant https://www.instagram.com/p/CDgN9r4gCbv/?igshid=dtkutwrda3ks

[mrdubuc]

Un bon #polar qui donne envie d’aller se balader du côté des îles au nord de l’#Écosse 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 #PeterMay https://www.instagram.com/p/B_caWqrA3l5/?igshid=109mst1g8t3uz

[i-lovethatforme]

petermay edit to marjorie by taylor swift…..😢😢

hrmph: a fic where May knows Peter too well. (also me just seeing this says edit and not a fic and so sorry to you idk how to do those and i already wrote this bye love you)

Peter hasn't been this terrified since the statue of liberty. Since he lost everyone he's ever loved. He's been vaguely content to be alone for the past three years because loneliness is all he deserves and there hasn't been anyone to tell him to stop. To open himself back up to love. To do anything that suggests he doesn't have to come home to a cold apartment and a mountain of bills.

There's been no one because he made sure there was no one.

But somehow, he has a letter addressed to him. And it's from May. And he knows from the way she dated the envelope that she wrote it hours before she died. He doesn't know what it says because his fingers are trembling too much to possibly open it.

But he knows that somewhere in her words, she's going to tell him it's okay. That she's happy. And he's hardwired to listen to her. To trust her. So he'll have to revaluate how he throws himself into patrol to cope with his grief if she so much as mentions it.

But more than that. He'll have to come to terms with the fact that she's truly gone. He'll have to live with the fact that she's dead, even if he convinces himself she's still around when he sees a bunch of yellow daffodils. Or when he sees meatloaf in the store that he always wants to buy but knows he'll never eat. Or when he sees someone at FEAST.

But her living on in the small things that bring him happiness is enough. It will have to be enough because he tears the envelope open. It's too late to pretend.

He chokes down a sob at her frantic writing. God, the way he misses her. Peter swallows thickly, rubbing the back of his hand over his face to keep stray tears away from her words as he reads.

Hey sweetheart,

I’m hiding in your bedroom right now. I just offered Otto saltwater because he’s an octopus so I’m taking a break to wallow with my shame and think about my life choices - and write this letter to you. Just in case.

Right now you’re working on fixing a few issues with the guys in the lab. Something I don't quite understand because everyone was talking too fast and honestly, it’s a little boring - but I trust you. I’ve always trusted you - so I’m just hanging around. I trust you but I’m not leaving my son with a couple of creepy villains even if they do seem semi subdued right now.

You've got a good plan - I think, but I still can’t tell if it’s going to go well if I’m honest. I never did have your optimism. Because you’re just so good. And I’m so proud of you - I’ve always been proud of you. You’re the kindest person I know (even if I do wish you’d put your bowl in the dishwasher so I didn't have to tut every day I see it).

But just remember, with great power comes great responsibility. And remember not to be so kind you forget to be clever. Though, I think you’re probably crazy enough to think you can save the world and smart enough to pull it off. That’s my boy. Always just the best guy I know.

But if you’re reading this - I’m probably ten toes into heaven, huh?

I want you to know whatever happened - I was never scared, okay? How could I be? I’m going to see Ben. And we’ll talk about how grown up you are - how you’ve still got your chubby little cheeks and your fluffy eyebrow. How unbelievably proud of you we are.

And whatever it was that took me down - hopefully, something cool, right? I’m going to haunt someone if I was taken out by falling debris. Whatever it was, please don’t blame yourself. I want you to promise me, okay? Just that you’ll try. You’ll at least try to tell yourself it wasn’t your fault. Promise me that you’ll just try - for me, okay? That’s all you’ve got to do.

I love you to the end of my life and more - but my choices have always been my own. Whatever happened, however I died. I did it entirely happy to at least be with you. I would never leave you alone.

Ugh, that got heavy so let's talk about - oh! (you just had a successful trial downstairs, I can hear you calling MJ about it…) Let's talk about MJ. I haven’t had a chance to tell you how much I adore Michelle. (She told me to call her MJ… it only took me a few minutes, jealous it took you years?) She’s great! I knew she would be - she likes you so she’s already got a good head on her shoulders. Plus, not that it matters, but she’s beautiful. You sure know how to pick them, bug boy.

I know not everyone loves for the first time and gets lucky for the rest of their life. Not like Ben and I. So, whoever you end up with. Just love them as Ben loved me and how we love you, wholly, completely and so they never feel alone - even if you have to leave them.

Speaking of… We had some fun, didn’t we? I can’t believe it was barely two years ago that I taught (well, we found a youtube video but semantics) you how to tie a tie. And how to dance! (Even if I’ve seen your moves since and it’s possible another lesson is necessary.) I hope you’re still dancing.

Raising you was the best thing I’ve ever done. The absolute joy of my life. Having a child was never in our plans and I can’t think how now - I can’t remember a time when you weren’t here. When you weren’t the largest part of my heart. And though if you’re reading this - I’ve already gone, just know that I’ve never been anything but proud to be your mum.

And because I’ve had that privilege - because I know you. Here are a few more parting pearls of wisdom you know I just love to give you.

Stop hiding from everyone.

Wash behind your ears.

You’re allowed to be loved. You are so deserving of love.

Throw that beanie out, sweetie.

Throw happiness around like confetti.

And for the last time my boy, but remember it’s forever and always, I larb you.

P.S. I put the recipe for my meatloaf on the back. (I heard Otto talking and I’m not sure I can face going back outside yet.)

P.P.S I put the brownie one on there as well - so you can actually use that instead of ignoring it.

P.P.P.S I larb you.

Peter's not sure how many times he rereads the letter, but the words an imprinted into his mind. The way she'd be so disappointed in how his life is going. The way she only even wanted him to be happy. The way she put her entire life on hold to make sure he always was happy.

So, he pulls his phone out and puts a song on. It doesn't matter which one if he's honest. He's a little stiff, his hips barely moving and his arms won't loosen up but he hasn't used his body for much more than throwing punches and dodging hits for so long. But by the third song, it gets easier. He remembers the way May taught him in their living room. The colours on the pillows, the smell of the candles, the sound of May grimacing at his attempts at being smooth.

It's the closest he's felt to her since he lost her. Even with the times he visits her grave. It's nothing like right now.

It's better already. He's happier already and he only really needed a pep talk from May. That's all he ever needed. Maybe he'll reach out to MJ or Ned... but for right now, he sways around his apartment and he thinks about May.

It's as if she's still alive. He knows better. But he still feels her around. He knows better. But she's still around.

[soulsillk]

Peter thinks he has to suffer to make up for all the ways he's touched Miles and the biggest problem with that is that literally nobody told him to do that 😭😭😭 Miles didn't ask for a keeper, or a father, or a mentor... he asked for a partner. He really is just a whole dumbass.

IMAGINE HAVING THE HOTTEST, MOST POWERFUL MAN ALIVE AS YOUR LOVER AND YOU FUMBLE THE FUCK OUT OF THAT BAG— EMBARRASSING!!!!! PEOPLE WOULD KILL TO BE WITH MILES. THE WHOLE FUCKING STATE OF NEW YORK WOULD LINE UP JUST TO GET A DATE WITH HIM!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!

Peter forsaking the only thing that has ever loved him unconditionally down to its dying breath just to adhere to his strict moral code and sense of responsibility even when it takes everything from him, including his divine lover who has loved him ever since he first laid eyes on him.

Like, it's crazy... CRAZY!!!!!

Imagine leaving THIS behind

Peter should be going crazy insane rabid sliding down the wall ripping out his hair seething foaming at the mouth at the thought of anyone being able to potentially love Miles in his place, nevermind actually getting to sleep with him eventually.

Like if I lost this god of a man I would simply just kill myself. I'm sorry, but Peter can't do and won't EVER do better than Miles. He's his perfect equal in every level. Someone that was literally crafted by the universe to be his soulmate and lover. Insane... ABSOLUTELY INSANE!!!!!

[bookscallingproject]

#bookscalling photo no. 200! 🙌🏼  In books I have travelled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. – Anna Quindlen

Reading Peter May's Blacklight Blue ⚫️  Prague has offered me many places where I could take a picture and it's going to offer much more! 😍 

[irmaloredanagalgano]

Tre grandi amori, tre generazioni che vivono la loro sofferta passione affrontando la vita e tutto ciò che ne consegue. "L'uomo di Lewis" di #petermay #trilogiadilewis #romanzo #einaudi #libridaleggere #grandilibri #grandiscrittori #recensione https://www.instagram.com/p/BtdxMdNn5Ld/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qltogfq8i2og

[controllercat]

Petermay have Spider-Ham to help out, but, I have the Amazing Spider-Pika to back me up. Pika Pika Thwip! . . . #transisbeautiful #trans #transgirl #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #katsucon #katsucon2019 #spidergwen #spidergwencosplay #balletcosplay #marvelcosplay (at Gaylord National Resort & Convention Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuP1IyODzve/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11y6ge4h78qeo