ur mother taste good

(im telling u now. I’ve got plans)

Miles was a big fan of lego’s. In his defense, who isn’t right? The box clearly states that anyone can play with them, unless you’re one hundred years old. It was a childhood staple growing up so it’s hard to not have a soft spot for it. Especially with all the new lego movies coming out, him and Ganke watched every single one in theaters.

So, when he stumbled across a small vendor on the street selling legos, he knew he had to go see it.

It had everything!

From customizable legos, to the ones from the movies, and keychains and all.

Miles debated buying Lloyd from the Ninjago movie before he stumbled his eyes on something more special.

He held in a triumphant laugh as he quickly picked the two up and turned to the vendor. “How much for these?”

“I’ll give it to you for fifteen.” The man says, as he looks up from his book.

“Alright, I’ll take it.” Miles smiles brightly, quickly taking out his wallet.

~

“PETER!” Miles’ voice calls out for older man from outside the house.

“Miles?” Peter asks with a small laugh, turning around and pausing the conversation with MJ and Harry, quickly excusing himself before walking out.

“Look at this!” The younger spider runs over and practically skidded to a stop before holding out his hands in front of him with his palms up. It was small lego versions of him and Miles! And they were keychains too, plus points!

“Wow!” Peter picks himself up with a laugh. “Where did you find these?” He asks.

“From a street vendor! Pretty cool right?” Miles beamed. “I got you, well you.” He points out.

Peter just smiled back, looking at his smaller version before thinking about it for a moment. “Actually, if you don’t mind. How about, I get to have the smaller version of you and you get to have the smaller version of me?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, no that’s cool! Of course!” Miles just smiled brighter (if that was even possible) quickly trading with him. “Cool!”

His phone buzzes and Miles sheepishly coughed before checking it. “Yikes, gotta go. I forgot to tell Ganke I was heading here.”

“Did you swing all the way here and accidentally left him without telling him?”

Peter Parker has a lot of nightmares. At this point he basically considers it a part of the job. He isn’t Spider-Man or Peter Parker, if he is without nightmares.


Waking up at three o’clock in the morning trying to keep his screams and cries quiet, desperate to not wake up Aunt May or waking up in the middle of some rare sleep in his early adult years, trying to reassure MJ that, “it’s nothing” or “go back to bed.” Sometimes he would ever so quietly sneak around to check up on his loved ones and make sure that they’re actually alive. To make sure that the dream-that felt real at the time- wasn’t actually real.

Ever since the entire symbiote incident, it has multiplied ten fold. Even though he knows, he’s got MJ to be there with him and for him at all times (he almost killed her. He almost killed the love of his life) Even though he knows that Harry is alive (He could’ve killed him. He almost killed his best friend). Even though he doesn’t have to be Spider-Man for a while, Miles got that covered. He knows he does but a part of him just itches to get into his suit every time he sees the name “Spider-Man” pop up on the news channel next to a picture or video clip of Miles’ being a dangerous predicament.

So he decided to keep away from that type of news for a while, while he tries to be Peter Parker for a while. Which is, a hard thing to do, might he add. Being Spider-Man was a big thing, a big change in his life. It’s a big part of his identity, it’s what he considered his “job” for over ten years.

So while he tries to be Peter Parker, the effects of Spider-Man still lingers in his dreams.

He’s been through the cycle. Doc Ock, Rhino, Scorpion, Martin Li, and yada yada yada. He wishes he can say that he’s gotten used to it, he really does but, sometimes the mental games wins.

And he awakes with a gasp.

He clutched the blanket tight to his chest and bit his lip to suppress a cry. MJ stirred ever so slightly next to him but she didn’t wake, which he was grateful for, he didn’t want to wake her up again. He ever so carefully swings out of bed and makes sure that the blanket is still covering his girlfriend before he makes a trek downstairs. A glass of water always seems to help him calm down.

Typically, he would probably just take a breather, sit up, and then go back to sleep and hug MJ tighter. But in this particular dream, Miles was there. In the same predicament he found himself a year ago with the Sinister Six and he couldn’t help him. Miles was screaming. But he couldn’t move, the feeling of being helpless and the feeling of being useless is something that despises the most.

Miles was getting hurt.

Then he looked down and saw a familiar and unwelcome black suit. His voice was not his anymore, it was theirs.

Miles was getting hurt, because of him.

His vocabulary suddenly became plural as he spoke and the last thing he remembered seeing was his own hand piercing through his mentee’s heart.

Peter harshly grabbed a glass and turned on the tap, sighing softly.

Miles wasn’t exactly new to his dreams but, it was never that vivid. It was never that real.

Peter Parker was used to nightmares but the newer ones, are going to take time getting used to.

He turns off the tap and start to drink from the glass when he almost dropped it, seeing a figure lying down on the couch with a thin blanket almost fallen off their body.


He almost slapped his own head when he finally remembered, Miles slept over for the night. He came over and enjoyed some dinner that him and MJ cooked (somewhat decently without burning it) then they had a movie night. They offered it to Miles as a way to relax and destress, to take his mind off the stresses of starting college soon and getting used to his mom’s new boyfriend.

His body moved faster than his mind, as he took quick and long strides to the teen. A protective and fuzzy buzz came at the back of his head.

Sometimes he can’t believe what a person Miles’ has become, what he has been through and the person that he grew into. Peter is proud to say that he had some part in. His hand lightly brushed over his head, gently caressing his hairline.

Miles stirred softly before smiling, leaning into the touch with a soft mumble.

Miles is okay.

He’s safe, in his house. With a belly full of food and warm with a blanket that he provided. Though, he should get him a better one since it is a little thin-

“Pete?” A sleepy voice broke him out of his daze and he almost flinched.

“Yeah?” Peter cleared his throat and whispered back cringing that he got caught.

“Is everything okay?” Miles asks softly, shifting around on the couch to lay on his back so he can speak to him properly.

“Ye-yeah, of course. Just uh, go back to bed.” Peter immediately tries to reassure him and turns to leave when Miles’ hand gently grabs his pinky.

“You sure? You sound…well, sad.” Miles sits up, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“How…how can you tell?” Peter turns back around, there was no point in lying to him. He needs to get better at communicating his feelings, he remembers MJ talking about that to him.

“Your voice mostly,” Miles states. “And your eyes, they look red as hell man.”

“Pff, am I that easy to tell now? My poor, Parker Pride.” Peter jokes.

“C’mon, sit down and talk to me,” Miles scooches to one side of the couch before pausing. “Of course! Only if you want to!” He adds quickly.

Peter thinks about it for just a second, before taking him up on that offer and sat down next to him before clearing his throat. “It was just a stupid nightmare,” He starts off and Miles waited, seeing if he would continue, so he decided to. “I usually get nightmares but, this time uh, you were in it.”

“Oh man, was I causing chaos?” Miles adds in with a perked brow and a slight smile.

That got a small chuckle out of Peter. “No, though I wish…you were,” He swallows thickly. “You died. And it was all my fault.”

“You carry too much guilt on you man,” Miles states as if it was common sense. “Something, anything that’ll happen to me, won’t be your fault and it was never your fault.”

“So I’ve been told…but it’s hard to not think about it. When it was such a big part of my life so long.” Peter spills out, was he really confiding in his mentee? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?

“I know what you mean…for my Uncle, it took him a while for him to go straight. I know that he regrets a lot of things in life. Especially when it comes to family, but he once told me, we gotta push the past away so we can make room for the future,” Miles recalls, a small smile growing on his lips. “There’s…going to be a lot of things out of our control and that’s okay, the big thing is that we keep going.”

Peter laughs softly, rubbing his brow before breathing in deeply. Miles already seems so grown up, his mind flashes back to the fifteen-year-old boy who kept pestering him for Spider-Man lessons. To the boy who always tried helping people even without the use of his spider-powers. To the boy who he helped in that alley-way who smiled brightly, at the man who let his father get killed.

Not your fault. Peter tells himself, mind going back to MJ supporting him and the words Miles gave him. He’s okay. They’re okay. For now everything is okay, he can relax.

“You have a lot of advice to give for someone your age.” Peter jokes.

“Well, what can I say? I learned from the best,” Miles shoves Peter shoulder lightly. “I’m just wise, beyond my years.”

Peter simply retaliates with a tired arm swinging around the younger spider’s shoulder and allowing his chin to rest on his head.

“Pete…you’re gonna be okay,” Miles pressed his face into his chest, speaking lowly once more. “We’re gonna be okay.” He grabs his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, holding it up to his chest.

Peter squeezes back with purpose, gently pulling away only to reinstate contact by letting his forehead rest against his. One hand curling around the side of his neck and letting his thumb gently caress his pulse.

“Yeah…we’re okay.” He repeats as he feels his Spider-sense go fuzzy in pure happiness.

Little tingles in his head that are saying “Yay!” over and over again. Is it the physical contact? Maybe but him and MJ have a lot of physical contact and his Spider-sense has never gone haywire or make it feel all fuzzy. Maybe it’s…it’s…

Damn, he’s getting tired.

His thought process waves off and he decided to just think about it in the morning. He can tell Miles is getting tired too, his head is slowly lolling and he’s trying to keep his head up so he doesn’t fall onto the couch.

“We should get back to bed.” Peter whispers, but he doesn’t want to lose the contact, at least not right now. So, he doesn’t make a point to move, staying in his spot as he waits for the younger spider to.

“Yeah…yeah, I guess we should.” Miles nods though he doesn’t exactly move either. A few seconds of silence pass before he speaks up once more. “Can we…can we sleep together?” Miles cringed softly at himself, his request felt so childish. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

“I was about to ask the same thing.” Peter smiled reassuringly. He took the outside, if someone was going to fall he’d rather it be him.

Their legs dangled off the couch but they can complain about that in the morning. Peter almost hummed in contentment as he wrapped a protective arm around Miles’ head and the other lying limp outside of the blanket. Miles shimmied his arms underneath Peter’s arms, hugging him as tight as possible, pressing his face against his heart as much as he could. If his arm is asleep in the morning he can complain about it later anyways.

Peter smiled, wrapping his hand tighter around his head. He found himself relishing in the cuddling, he knows he has to explain a little to MJ later but maybe he can convince her to join in. That’d be a sight.

He scratched Miles’ head lightly before finally drifting off to a thankfully, restful rest of the night.

~

“You guys are so cute!” MJ squeals, shoving the phone in Peter’s face.

Peter takes her phone with a smile as he stares at the comfortable sight of him and Miles.

My take on the Spider-Man purrs.

(FURRY CONFIRMED ‼️‼️)

(unedited)

The first time Miles noticed it was when he was with Ganke and Hailey. The three of them were hanging out at his house, chilling, chatting, and playing games on his couch. The atmosphere was perfect, it was cold enough night to have blankets surrounding them, a successful day as Spider-Man with little to no injuries, and junk food surrounding them. A teenager’s definition of a self-care day. Their stomachs full of his Mom’s food and curled up on the couch, eyes slowly closing.

Ganke kept drawling on and on about a new sci-fi movie he watched, rating it a 7/10, talking about the special effects and what not. Hailey laid her head on his shoulder, her hands absentmindedly playing with his own (his heart was pounding from the amount of physical contact. He is smitten.) while she was slowly falling asleep and Ganke whose back was leaning on his other shoulder, his legs dangling off the end of the couch. He rarely gets few calm moments like these. It felt really nice.

“…Miles.” A hand shook him away and he hummed, rubbing his eyes with the palms to push away the feeling to keep his eyes closed.

“Yeah?”

“Did you hear that?” Ganke asks softly, sitting up alert, his eyes glancing around the room.

“Hear what?” Miles asks, his attention gained. He slowly sat up, feeling Hailey shift beside him.

She lets out a hum of her own before signing with a yawn, “What’s wrong?”

“Ganke said he heard something.” Miles responds. His spider-sense didn’t go off. So they weren’t in any imminent danger. Was it the heater?

“Before I fell asleep I felt something rumbling.” Hailey signed, her brows furrowed in her own confusion, sitting up more properly.

“Rumbling?” Miles signs back, a frown appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I felt it too,” Ganke confirms before glancing around. “Who knows, maybe it was just your neighbors.” He gives them both a reassuring smile though his confusion was still eminent on his face.

“Yeah…” Miles nods before leaning back on the couch. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

~

The second time he noticed it was when he was alone in his room.

He had just recently changed the sheets of his bedroom, washing his favorite ones which was soft and perfect for the colder weathers. He had matching pillow cases and blankets to go with it as well. He was looking forward to it after a tiring day, he deserves a good nap.

He practically pranced around to his room when he yanked the warm blanket from the drying machine, jumping onto his bed, and successfully throwing the blanket on top of him. He almost felt like he was five-years-old again when his Mom and Dad would throw some of the freshly out of the dryer clothes onto him. Miles smiled contently, balling up the blanket into his fist as he tugged it up to his chin, hugging a pillow tightly to his chest for maximum comfort.

Miles smiled, letting out a content sigh as he closed his eyes. “This makes everything worth it.” He mumbles softly to himself.

As he feels the grip of sleeping slowly taking over his mind and then he feels it.

A rumbling feeling at the back of his throat.

Must be a burp?

He pats his chest gently a few times to try and get it out but nothing happened.

The feeling hasn’t gone away.

It didn’t hurt. So his life isn’t in imminent danger…right?

It was…almost calming. The back of his head feels all fuzzy and it feels as though his bones are melting into jelly, he feels warm and content and it seems as though this rumbling feeling is helping that.

But it’s still weird!

He immediately snaps up and sits up from his bed forcing out a cough and slapping himself on the back.

That seemed to have done the trick. The feeling is gone but, so is the buzz in the back of his head.

“Well..that was weird.” He comments to himself. “Maybe I can try to nap later.” He sighs, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed to look at his suit. “Or… I can ask Pete about this later.” He decides to himself, standing up and quickly snatching the suit off the back of his chair.

~

“Ow…” Miles furiously rubs at his head as he perched himself on a rooftop. Some D-Grade robber slammed a crowbar to the back of his head and it hurt like a bitch. He’s mostly just frustrated that he allowed himself to get hit by that guy.

“Hey!” Peter’s voice was heard from a distance, making the young Spider perk up. He lifted his head from his hands to see Peter quickly jump down next to him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Peter asks quickly, kneeling down next to him.

“Oh, no no, I’m all good…I just got hit with a crowbar.” Miles quickly shakes off his mentor’s concern and stands up to further prove his point.

“Oh! Oh okay, good just making sure.” Peter laughs somewhat awkwardly, dusting off his knees before placing his hands on his hips.

“Hey, Pete,” Miles clears his throat awkwardly, swinging his hands by his sides. “Say uh…have you ever had this weird feeling like…at the back of your throat?”

“Like, uh…when you’re sick?” Peter asks with a laugh before snapping his head towards Miles. “Are you sick?”

“No, no no no,” Miles quickly shook his head before sighing, pausing to move his hands along with his words. “Like…it feels like-like I…I don’t know…rumbling?” His voice getting higher with each word, a slight attempt to try and see if Peter will understand.

“Like…when you’re attacking?” Peter questions, his own voice going higher. He tilted his head ever so slightly, lenses flickering in confusion.

“No…” Miles huffs softly, clicking his tongue out of frustration. He immediately saw Peter deflate before he backtracked, standing up straighter to send a smile his way. “You know what…it was probably a one-time thing. It should be fine.”

“Alright…if you say so.” Peter reluctantly lays off. He cleared his throat as well before looking up at the sky, it was getting dark. What time is it again? It was almost five, but it is closer to winter time, so it makes sense as to why the times are all weird. Peter paused, before he sniffed the air a few times and finally putting two and two together.

“Hm?” Miles hums softly, feeling something wet drip onto his head. He slaps a hand over his shoulder before looking up at the sky.

Another drop came, then another one, and then another one. Perfect timing for it to start raining.

“You should probably get home-“ Peter starts to say before a buzz came at the back of their heads.

Danger. It warned.

A loud screech was heard from the streets as multiple cars raced across. Gunshots being fired at each other, missing and spraying onto the sidewalks, and almost hitting walking civilians.

“I will. But, let’s stop them first.” Miles states with a soft smile, jumping off the rooftop to jump into action.

“Of course.” There was a small chuckle from Peter, as he quickly followed his Mentee and the two swung through.

~

“Aww, man.” The teen suddenly found himself laying in a pool of water. He stopped the criminals successfully but at what cost?

The feeling of his skin-tight suit somehow became even more skin-tight on him. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, he won’t lie. Especially with the whole, sensitive sense and all that.

“You alright there?” Peter bites back a laugh, offering a hand up to the teen.

“Yeah…just-“ Miles takes his hand, standing up with a groan. “Aw man.” He holds his arms out limply, looking over himself as water dripped from his hands and arms.

Peter lets out a laugh, smacking his shoulder lightly. “Get used to more rainy days. These can be the worst.” Peter recalled some of his first days as Spider-Man, trying to not slip on the wooden floors as he snuck back into his room as he desperately tried to not wake up Aunt May.

“Yeah…” The constant rain pattering on him did not make him feel better at all. Against his better judgement, he took a sniff of his suit and cringed dramatically under his mask. “Aw, man!” Miles cringed.

“Wanna clean up at my place? It’s a lot closer and…we can clean up that suit.” Peter offers with a laugh, starting to climb up the building.

“Yeah…yeah, that’s probably a good idea. My mom is still out.” Miles nodded along, quickly following his mentor up and over the rooftops and to his apartment.

~

When they arrived, Peter slammed opened the window before lazily reaching inside. He fumbled around before grabbing a towel off of his desk, shaking it open to lay it down on the ground. “Just so clean-up would be easier.” Peter groans as he slips in, standing in the front, watching as the water dripped off his body.

Miles followed suit. Slipping in himself before standing behind his mentor, somewhat having a little trouble to close the window without stepping on the hard-wood floor. It reminded him of playing the floor is lava when he was a lot younger.

“Alright…here’s the plan. I know I have a change of clothes in the bathroom,” Peter sighs, pointing towards the door. “So…we’ll shimmy our way over there, I’ll get changed, then I’ll run over to my room to grab you a spare change of clothing.”

“Alright…sounds good. Shouldn’t be too hard.” Miles huffs out softly, looking from his feet to the door. Simple enough.

“Just, try to keep up.” Peter teases, as he starts to slowly move his feet.

“Hey, I got more rhythm than you man.” Miles scoffs, shuffling his feet close behind and they were making good cover.

Until someone decided to trip.

The two let out a small shout as they tumbled onto the ground, cringing as their wet-suits squeaked on the floor.

“That was your fault! Tha-that was you!” Miles laughed and immediately pointed his finger, attempting to use the wall as leverage to try and stand up properly.

“No it wasn’t!” Peter retaliates, pushing down Miles’ arm making him fall again but allowing him to stand up.

“Pete!” Miles laughs, deciding to wrap his arms around his legs to once again knock him down.

“Y’know what?!” Peter finally gains his footing. Jumping onto the ceiling with a sigh before looking over the mess. “Let’s just abandon the towel. There’s not much point in it anymore.”.

“Sorry, man.” Miles laughs, clearly truly unapologetically but still it felt right to say it.

“Maybe you do have better rhythm than me.” Peter mumbles softly, jumping down from his spot before opening the bathroom door. “C’mon, get in you stinky spider.”

“Dude…don’t ever call me that again.”

“Get changed first you stink bug.”

Miles sigh contentedly as he slams his back against the cushion of the couch. Peter gave him some of his softest clothes that he had to offer, it was a really corny t-shirt of some science joke and a pair of sweatpants that he says he hasn’t worn in a long time. It didn’t matter to him, he was just grateful that he was finally out of that suffocating suit.

“You know, I haven’t really touched my movies in a while. I sort of forgot what I actually have.” Peter informs him as he rounded the couch, placing down Miles’ cup of Hot Chocolate onto the table in front of them.

“Mm, any crappy sci-fi movie should do. I love making fun of the bad cgi.” Miles suggests, scooting downwards and letting his legs hand off of the edge of the couch to allow room for Peter to sit.

“I think I have a few of them…though most of them might be hard to understand because they have quite literally no plot.” Peter chuckles, opening a box that was placed next to the TV before pulling out a few stacks of DVD and Blu-Rays. “How…about this one?” He randomly runs his fingers along the spine of the cases before whipping out a random one.

Pluto 3.

Yeah, that already seems trashy.

“Have you already seen that one?” Miles questions.

“Eh…maybe.” Peter smiles.

Miles just sighed fondly, watching as the older Spider puts on the movie and turns off the lights. Taking his spot next to the teen and laying his arm along the length of the upper cushions.


As the movie started to play, everything felt so calming. The rain provided more ambience as the soft sounds of the TV played on. It was loud enough to be heard but not too loud as to where the neighbors might complain about it.

It was extremely calming.

As the movie continued, the two nerds gave their commentary. Complaining about the plot, characters, and the obvious bad cgi.

“That was copying bicentennial man!” Miles points at the screen accusingly, as if they would actually hear him.

“Is it a b-grade movie.” Peter teases, almost sing-song.

“No one can ever top, Robin Williams.” Miles practically scoffs, putting his finger down.

“That’s something I can agree with.” Peter grins.

Miles sighs softly, turning his head towards the ceiling to relieve some of the tension from keeping it in a slightly strained position for so long. He took a deep breath. This is nice. They haven’t had many moments like these in a while. Mostly because of the whole FEAST situation and Miles starting out his senior year in college and all that, stress levels are at a all time high and Spider-manning isn’t exactly making it easier.

But being curled up on the couch next to someone that he can trust, his stomach full of warm chocolate, and the ambience providing calming comfort.

Everything just felt nice.

Nice enough, for him to close his eyes.

The fuzzy feeling at the back of his head returned and the slow, reverberating, rumbling feeling came starting from the lower part of his chest then to the back of throat.

“Miles?”

Oh God. He’s doing it again. Miles snapped up immediately, swinging his feet round to sit properly on the couch before awkwardly coughing. “Uh, yes, yes, hi Peter!” He desperately tried to redirect the situation, clearing his throat and taking a sip from his cup.

“So I’m not the only one! Thank God!” Peter exclaims happily, slapping his hands over Miles’ shoulders.

“Uh…what?” Miles questions softly.

“You just purred,” Peter laughs as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What?! W-We were bitten by spiders! Not cats! We’re not Cat-Men!” Miles moves his hands in disbelief before pausing dramatically. “Hey! I asked about this earlier!” He was this close to stomping on the ground.

“What…” Peter looked off to the side with a soft down-turn of his lips before lighting up once more, responding with a laugh. “That was what you were talking about earlier?!”

“Yes!”

“Sorry! Sorry,” He wiped a fake tear from his eye before continuing. “Apparently it’s a wolf spider thing, it’s used for mating and, according to the internet when they’re happy to, ‘shake things up.’” He ended with quotation marks.

“Oh man…I totally should’ve looked this up.” Miles softly reprimanded himself, rubbing a hand across his face.

“Don’t beat yourself up about this. It’s not something that someone else would have thought to look up considering we can climb on walls.” Peter lays a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“It’s always something new.” Miles sighs, relaxing once again, leaning back on the cushions of the couch.

“Hey, no judging here. You won’t believe how many times I almost got caught in front of May or how many times MJ has teased me about it.” Peter follows suit, once again laying his arm along the length of the upper cushions of the chair.

“I think I already did it in front of Ganke and Hailey.” Miles admits shyly. “We were all hanging out and about to pass out and I guess it just happened. Ganke noticed it but we just thought it was my neighbors or something.”

“All you need to worry about is when you’re in public or in front of strangers. Because other than that, purr away.” Peter dramatically wipes his hand in the air, as if he was showing something magical.

“Seriously, dude. You gotta find better ways to word things.” Miles groans.

“Why? You aren’t rocking with your new found purr buddy?” Peter doesn’t lent up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“As of right now, hell no.” Miles emphasizes, poking at Peter’s side, making the older man laugh at the contact.

They both didn’t pull away however, choosing to stay in their huddled up position on the couch. At first Miles was hesitant, awkward, and tensed up. He didn’t know whether Peter was okay with him cuddling up on his side like this. The two of them have hugged before sure, but mostly it was just fist bumps, awkward high-fives, and a casual arm around the shoulder every once in a while. It’s not as if he’s complaining though, the warm cuddling of someone who he really trusted, looked up to, and dare he say loved was more comforting than Peter would ever realize.

A buzz grew at the back of his head. Nothing yelled danger. It felt calming, making his mind melt away any sort of doubt or depreciating thoughts he had.

Safe. It told him.

Before he knew it, he started to purr once more. It was extremely subtle at first, almost hard to tell that he was even doing it. But as he got more comfortable his purrs grew more louder, slowly taking over the room.

Peter tightened his grip comfortingly, resting his chin on top of his head breathing in slowly. A smile growing on his face. “Yeah…this is pretty adorable.”

“C’mon man.” Miles nuzzled his face into his chest further, his voice holding no bite as sleep slowly started to ebb at his mind.

“Sorry, sorry,” Peter rubs his shoulder gently with a small laugh. “Here…” He readjusted their positions to get more comfortable and to avoid the neck and back pain later on. Laying down along the length of the couch and allowing the younger spider to lay on top of him, wrapping an arm around his head and the other gently wrapping around his torso. Miles smiled contently, a small noise indicating his happiness as he nuzzled into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Peter’s upper torso to have as much contact as possible.

“Haven’t done this in a while.” Peter mumbles sleepily. A slow reverberating feeling growing from his own chest. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Good.” Miles smiled. The feeling of his mentor joining him melted his bones to jelly.

The movie was long ended as the two of them got well-deserved and rare sleep. On a rainy evening with a new-found, albeit weird, side-effects that only the two of them will ever understand.

They were okay with that.

Cats have always had a soft spot in Miles’ heart. Maybe it’s because he grew up around them for pretty much his entire life, there’s always a neighborhood cat walking down the streets or sitting on the brick wall without a care in the world. Would it be stupid to say that sometimes he envies them?

A little.

But he envies Spider-Man (the cat obviously) the most. He doesn’t even need to know all of the hard work! He can sit in his bag and lick his paws as if Miles’ and him didn’t totally kick the asses of a few criminals with ease a few seconds ago.

“Alright…here, drink some water.” Miles slings the bag carefully off of his shoulders to put him down, taking out a small collapsable water bowl from the pocket of the bag. Filling it up with whatever water he had left.

Spider-man didn’t even acknowledge him. Choosing to attack his hand instead, trying to bite through the fabric.

“Hey! No! That’s dirty!” Miles scolds, trying to use his other hand to pry his mouth open.

It didn’t really hurt, he fights criminals and super-villains for a “job” so the bites don’t do much damage but his claws can rip through the suit if he kept on going.

“Stooop,” He laughs, trying to shake Spider-Man off to no avail, practically lifting his arm and carrying him at the same time to see if he can grab him by the scruff to pry him off.

Spider-man didn’t like that. Choosing to jump from his current position from atop of Miles’ forearm to his shoulders where he continued his barrage of attacks on his face as best he could with the mask.

“Spider-man! No!” Miles laughs louder, desperately turning his head to avoid his claws and teeth.

A familiar tingle hits his head and spine and he barely got the time to turn around.

“What am I doing?” A familiar voice fades in and the real, original, Spider-Man stood there with the lens of his mask squinted slightly.

Miles was glad that their suits were able to express their emotions somehow.

“Uh…Spider-Man meet…Spider-Man.” He awkwardly introduces the feline and the man as best he could still trying to turn away from his attacks.

“Hi…Spider-Man?” Peter awkwardly greets with a wave but the other Spider-Man couldn’t really care less about the real one and ignored him. He took one look at him, then to his hand, before making the leap of faith and jumped off of Miles’ shoulders to attack the new-comer.

“Spider-man! No!” Miles shouts as Peter yelps out in surprise.

“Miles!” Peter shouts out, but not in malice or fear, there was laughter in his voice as he wrangles the unruly cat.

“Sorry about that!” Miles quickly tries to pry Spider-man off without hurting him but his claws dug deep into the suit.

Peter and Miles continued going on their small goose chase, trying to get Spider-man to calm down before he had to he returned to Tao’s shop.


There was a lot of laughter on that roof top that night.