#Ben had a huge Gerald plushie

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tbh everyone Ive ever met shows up here eventually ^^ /gen

The dream specifically was that the pofg dev team decided to go explore the mines iirc, we ended up all finding a random old house that was built into the mines and then just as abandoned, and I think yall ended up camping there while I went on to check out the river.

whats the part you are most excited about to make?

Mmmmmmokay fuck theres an old series of mines out in the mountains, you can get to them if you go up the hill from the dig sites north of town. Last time I visited there coincidentally, you were actually one of the people with me Skater /gen

Most of it is fully abandoned, overgrown, and the tunnels go on for endless miles. About 1/5th of the mine is being used and the modern area opens up to a huge five story room with walkways and an elevator shaft.

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Clingy Pt. 2 - P.P. x Stark!Reader

PART ONE

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warning: just lots of fluff & dad!peter (lil bit of hinted smut towards the end, you have to squint really hard though. barely there)

Word Count: 1.4K

Anon Request: Aww, just saw your master list and loved your two Peter Parker imagines. If you feel like it, I’d love to see a follow-up to Clingy :) Perhaps later in her pregnancy or when the baby is born?

Thank you to my beautiful anon for requesting. I enjoyed writing this. 

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“Do you have a booboo?” Morgan asked poking your belly as you stood by the kitchen counter prepping a snack for the two of you. You laughed, shaking your head at her comment.

Her little brain amazed you. She was so intelligent. A true Stark. But you found it adorable … the way she tried to wrap her head around the idea of you having a baby, but having no idea where it was coming from. Or why your belly had suddenly grown to be the size of a soccer ball. It was specially cute when she’d scrunch her face when she saw Peter kneeling near your baby bump whispering and littering kisses throughout.

A bump for her correlated with an injury, just like the time she fell from the swing set and a bump formed on her forehead. Hence, why she was currently poking your belly asking if it hurt.

She still hadn’t left your side the past few months and you’d enjoyed her company. Taking it as practice for your little one. Peter and your dad had long asked you to stop sneaking into the lab, safety precaution. So you’d spend hours with Morgan as she showed you her favorite toys, her favorite TV shows and how to prepare her favorite snacks.

Peter cleared his throat, entering the kitchen, drawing your attention away from what you were currently doing. “There are my pretty girls,” he said picking Morgan up from the stool where she was sitting. He leaned over the counter planting a small kiss on your lips.

“You want a snack too?” Morgan asked motioning to treat you were preparing. You laughed taking a piece of fruit, bringing it up to Peter’s mouth. He took the fruit in his teeth before closing his mouth savoring the taste. “Delicious!” Morgan giggled wrapping her little arms around his neck.

“Is there enough for five?” The voice caused the three of you to look to the side. It was your dad, workout gear on. “Five?” Peter asked scrunching his face looking behind Tony to see if Pepper was following behind.

Tony rolled his eyes scoffing before crossing his arms. “I really hope Gerald inherits the Stark brains.” He joked leaning against the counter watching you finish up chopping the fruit.

Catching on to what Tony was saying. “Gerald? I’m sorry, Mr. Stark but we are not naming our baby ‘Gerald’” Peter shook his head placing Morgan on a stool. You laughed holding on the side of your belly, the sensation of laughing causing small pressure on your side.

“You agreed to Gerald?” Peter asked moving to your side looking at you with a confused look. “No, of course not!” You laugh again placing the fruit in the bowl resting next to the cutting board.

Tony sneered taking a piece of fruit in his mouth, “I called dibs on naming him. So,” he shrugged his shoulders watching Peter having a fit. He loved getting under his skin.

“Dad, we don’t even know if we’re having a boy or a girl!” You argue handing a small plate of fruit to Morgan who was now enthralled in her own world playing with her plushie.

“I’m pretty sure you’re having a boy,” Tony argued. He motioned towards your belly, “you’re carrying low. Clear indicator of a boy.”

You and Peter glanced at each other giving each other questioning looks.

“What?” He said mouth full. “I have two daughters. I went through this twice. You’re having a boy.” He stood from the stool giving you a peace sign before leaving the kitchen.

Peter turned to you, confusion still written on his face. Shrugging your shoulders you melted into his body wrapping your arms around him. “Have you started thinking of baby names?” You asked looking up at his face.

He rubbed your back, biting his lip. “I mean it’s so hard. Such a big responsibility,” he says while his other hand rubbed your arm. Your eyes bulged, “You’re Spider-Man.”

Peter laughed planting a small kiss on your forehead, “I know. But this is the name our kid is going to have for the rest of his life!!” He exclaim flailing his arm.

“We should find out the gender first, though.” You say as your lips brushed against his, your fingers getting lost in his hair.

“I’m still here,” Morgan shrieked bringing your attention back to her.

Peter’s cheeks turned bright red as he loosen the grip on your waist. You chuckled slightly, turning to Peter. “Get used to it.” You said moving a hand to rub on your belly.

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The next two months flew by. Your belly continued to grow along with your mood swings and cravings. You weren’t sure how Peter was still going strong, always by your side even when you threatened to chop his arm off if he dared touch your breasts again. There were days when you wanted nothing more than for Peter to take you right there and then on your ottoman and there were days when you couldn’t stand him looking at you for more than two seconds.

You were hormonal, to say the least. But you loved him and you loved that he stood by you all throughout and never took it personal.

Oh, and let’s not forget that you’d finally found out the gender of the baby. And yes, your father was correct all along. You and Peter were having a baby boy. And no, you were not naming him Gerald.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Peter asked snapping you from your trance. Leaning your head further into his chest, you replied. “Thinking of baby names.”

Peter’s arms hung around your body, rubbing your belly which was protruding from the water. Your belly button up in the air. He splashed some water on your bump, not wanting to exclude your little bundle of joy. You laughed.

You lived for these moments. When Peter would have a free day and free night. You’d take a bath, he’d shampoo your hair, and then would brush it softly before you both climbed into bed discussing nursery designs and going over how you were going to get everyone to get on board with baby-proofing the compound.

“I think we should name him Tony,” Peter blurted stroking your arm. You sat up slightly, turning to face him as much as you could with your huge bump in the way. The water splashed with your movement. “You think?” You asked your eyes brightening at the idea.

Peter chuckled resting his hands on the side of your body. “Yeah, you know I really admire your dad. I think it would mean a lot to him. I know it means a lot to you, too.” He explained his lips curving into a smile.

You brought your hands to his face stroking his cheeks before pushing your on his lips. The kiss was mushy and it sent shivers down your spine.

“I love it,” you mumbled into the kiss.

You pulled away slowly, resting your forehead on his. “And his middle name can be Benjamin.” You say caressing the side of his face with your thumb. Peter’s eyes opened slowly having heard your words.

His eyes glistened, “Tony Benjamin. It’s got a good ring to it.” You nodded your head, smiling before bringing your lips back to his settling back into the familiar rhythm.

Peter’s hand gripped the back of your neck pulling you closer, the kiss picking up momentum. You groaned a little pulling away reluctantly. “This is really uncomfortable.” You motioned towards the position you were in.

“Bed” you say closing the gap between your lips for a brief second. Peter nodded his head, stepping out of the tub, not caring if the mat got soaked. He gently helped you stand, grabbing the towel to dry your bodies quickly.

He picked up your body, causing you to let out a small shriek followed by a laugh.

That super strength sure came in handy.

He laid your bodies on the bed, careful not to push his weight on you.

“I love you.” He said moving back the pieces of hair that were clinging to your breasts. He traced every outline of your body, before brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. They’d were one of his favorite things about you, and throughout the pregnancy they had grown more plump, which drove him crazy.

“I love you, Peter.” You gripped his arm pulling your body up to plant a small kiss on his lips.

You felt his hand travel to your belly. His thumb dipping past your belly button. “And I love you, Ben.”

You smiled at the nickname, letting it roll off your tongue. “Ben. I like it.”

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