#him and spider-man are like my go-to warm ups. fun little designs. good n easy for sketchingg

[vamprisms]

one day i will finish a drawing of mr castlevania. today is not that day

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Little Bug

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Warning: sadness, angst, Fluff ( this shit is like a sour patch kid)

Summary: AHH! I’m so glad you write for the spider-verse not many do and I’m glad to know one of my favs does! Can I request a spider-verse where the reader is RiPeter’s daughter 5-6 and after his death spends a lot of time with Aunt May in the shed? Maybe she has spidey powers too but a little more after ex. Makes her own webs? How would she react to the spider fam and how would they react to her? How would Peter B. feel knowing she could have been his daughter. (Maybe she accidentally calls him dad?)-TY A

(Y/n) didn’t say anything she hadn’t say anything since she heard of what happened. In the beginning, she screamed cried and begged for her daddy back but he wasn’t coming back he was gone, forever. 

Everyone knew who she was now, of course, they weren’t saying anything to her now because she was young and grieving but they were watching waiting. She was Spider-man’s daughter. Would she be the next one? She had to be the next one. She really didn’t want to be next she just wants her daddy back.

As her mother gave a speech to all of New York at daddy’s funeral. Aunt May was holding her pulling her hoodie down tightly hiding her face from the camera’s not that it was any use. The only reason here face wasn't all over the media along with her daddy’s was because of her age. 

(Y/n) peaked through her hoodie looking at the gathering crowd at the steps of the church. She whimpered as her sense became hyperactive telling her something was here or coming. Her sense continued to go crazy until they were in the church and away from the crowd.

-

Miles was in the crowd his senses were out of wack telling him something. It was the same feeling he felt when he met Mr.Park Spider-man. Was there another person like him? was there another spider-man? or a person? He looked around standing on his tiptoes as looked for anyone with telltale signs but then again what were telltale signs or a spider-person? His eyes stop on the stairs behind MaryJane Parker was May Parker Mr. Parker’s aunt and in her arms was Mr. Parker’s and MaryJanes daughter. 

The young girl was wearing a jacket and covering her face as she clung to her aunt May. Was she the reason his sense was tingling? Was she like her father? Did she have abilities like him? Was she like him?

-

(y/n) opted out of going home with her mother she knew that she would be talking to a lot of people and getting lots of interviews for a while she didn’t want to be involved in that so she went to stay with her Aunt May. She really just wanted to be left alone but not even Aunt May would leave her in peace. 

“Hey, little Bug” May said as she slipped into her bedroom. It was Peter’s old bedroom besides the clothes in the closet and a few pictures everything was exactly the same. 

(Y/n) was at the desk deep into whatever she was sketching that she didn’t even notice when May walked into the room. “Little Bug?” She jumped startled looking back at her aunt.

“You’re supposed to knock”

“I did”

“well.. not loud enough. Be louder”

“Okay, sweetheart. What are you drawing?” she crouched by her

“Designing”

“oh excuse me, Designing.”

“yes, a new spider-man suit,” she said showing May a black and red Spider-man suit she drew up herself.

“whose that for?”

“I don’t know anymore”  Tears started to swim in her eyes before spilling over. She began to cry again as she held the pictures to her chest. May pulled the young one out of her chair and into her lap cradling the young one and whispering sweet promises and praises. Telling her everything is going to be okay sooner or later.

-

As smart as she was it was quite easy hiding things from (Y/n) she was often in her own world lost in her own head. In the last few days, she had created several new webbing and web-shooters but she wasn’t aware of the Spider family that was growing under the shed in the back yard. She knew something was going on as her senses were going crazy and she knew what they meant her father had explained it to her and if helped her practice and understand them doing things such as putting glasses on the edge of  tables, sneaking up on her, and throwing things at her (SOFT THINGS like pillows and teddy bears). She knew something was happening but she just didn’t have the energy to investigate.

And she was going to continue ignoring everything and acting clueless until she felt it. Her senses were tingling again but this was different as this tingle felt familiar like at the funeral. Just like before. It felt so familiar like, like when she was with her daddy. It wasn’t exactly the same but it was still just like daddy.

Quickly dropping down from the ceiling, where she had been sitting down watching youtube videos on her tablet, she rushes to follow the feeling which leads her to the shed in the back yard. But the closer she got to the shed the more the familiar and warm feeling began to mix with a headache and tightens in her chest but she kept going. She was panting practically sobbing shaky on knees as she grasps her shirt pulling it tightly against her chest. It seems to get stronger as she got on the platform and the elevator began to go down.

“Woah, wait a minute”

“Someone is coming down”

“who’s that?”

“Does anyone else know about this place? who else knows about this place?”

The elevator stopped and (y/n) held her breath not because there were six different Spider-people in front of her ready to attack and one of them was a pig. No, it was because daddy was one of them. She didn’t say anything she didn’t hear her aunt’s protest she just jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“Daddy, Daddy, oh I missed you so much, daddy. “ sobbing into his shoulder as he held her. Peter B was shocked as he held the little girl in his arms everyone else was looking at him crazy while Miles was just sad, heartbroken. He let out a heavy sigh as he slowly started to rub her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. Was this what it felt like to be a father? This felt nice but also sad.

“They said you were gone ...they said you..died..  they said ...” She was panting and breathing heavily as she hugged him tightly. 

“(Y/n) ...Honey, you need to get off of him. Peter, you need to put her down” May said it was then that she realized.

“Why? what’s wrong? she’s sad” Peter B said holding her tighter and stroking her hair.

This wasn’t her father.

“Peter, please” May stepped forward but Peter stepped back.

That headache was raging and pound now that tight feeling in her chest was tighter to the point where she could catch air, she could breathe. This was not her father. She started to push away from him and tried to climb out of his arms but he wasn’t really trying to put her down yet. He liked this feeling. 

Was this what it felt like to have a daughter? Would it feel like this when he had a daughter?

“Peter please put her down she can’t breath”

“WHAT?!”

 That, sure enough, brought him back to earth he quickly put her down and started to panic. As she fell to her knees Peter crouched down next to her as he begged May to help and tell him what to do or to do something. The others were panicking as well listing off what could possibly be wrong with her.

“(Y/n) has spider-sense like you all but her senses are more sensitive and goes further than yours. She can’t always handle it.” May pulls out a needle and inhaler from her back pocket stabbing her thigh“This should dull her senses and bring her back. Peter made it back when she was a baby. It’s very rare that we use it”

(Y/n) breathing started to slow down her lunges opened up. She still had a headache but at least she was breathing now. She was still crying as she sat up May pulled her into her lap and rocked her back and forth trying to calm her down. Everyone else gathers around them and just watched as they didn’t know what to do.

Miles reached forward rubbing her back. (Y/n) pulled away from May and turned around crawling into his lap. He immediately started freaking out screaming internally. He didn’t know what to do he had very little to no experience with children. He just let her crawl into his lap and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back. She eventually fell asleep in his arms.

-

“I... He has a daughter.” Peter looked at the child in Miles's arms. He seemed to calm down a bit now and was holding her close.

“Yes, she’s five. Her name is (Y/n) Parker, Our Little Bug.”

“She has Spider powers like us,” Peni said a bit shocked 

“yes, she has Spider senses, jumps really high, really strong especially for her age, venom bite, and...that” May smiled as Miles started to freak out (Y/n) was gone but not really as she was still in his arms but not visible.

“She’s like me,” Miles said smiling gently at her.

“She’s like all of you she was born this way. She’s also really smart. Made different webbing and designed several suits.”

“She’s like me” Miles whispers again.

-

So everyone had got into a big fight when (Y/n) was asleep Miles had handed her off to May and walked off is was but a few minutes after that that she woke up. Her comfort was gone.

(Y/n) was in the farthest corner of the room on the ceiling sitting upside down. She was messing with little gadgets as the others discussed their plan which she was more than happy to not be apart of. She was keeping her distance from them as being to close gave her a headache and messed with her sense. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have fun. In between breaks they would take turns trying to throw treats into her mouth from a distance. She liked these people too bad they gave her a headache.

  Peter was trying to talk to the others but every few minutes he’d look back at (y/n) up in her corner. As cute yet said as it was  Gwen was getting quite annoyed with it.

“Was your dad a good dad?” She suddenly asked interrupting whatever Spider-Ham was saying

“Daddy was the best daddy”

“Even as Spider-man?”

“If he wasn’t spider-man he would be here right now,” Noir said causing everyone to scold him but he was just stating the obvious

“Yes, but New York wouldn’t a lot of other people wouldn’t. I’m happy daddy was Spider-Man. I’m happy daddy saved the day. I’m proud of my daddy... I just wished I could make him proud too.”

“Oh honey, You make him proud every day. You make him proud by being you. I mean look at all the cool stuff you’ve made. Black and Red webbing so cool” Peter said as he walks on to the ceiling next to her. She ignored her headache and began to ramble and example her inventions.

“The red webbing is something you can use to patch holes or stick Villians to walls or something. It’s more than what he looks like one drop and it spreads really really quickly like a whole bunch. Like those little dino pills that you put in water. You can breathe through it and it dissolves after an hour. And the black once as soon as it backs contact with something it gets really really hard. It dissolves after two hours and....” Her senses started tingling “ Miles is here”.

Peter immediately jumped down from the ceiling along with (Y/n). Miles burst through the door and (Y/n) rushed to hug his waist but he didn’t take notice.

“My Uncle-”

“Hey where have you been I was just -”

“My uncle Aaron he’s-he’s the prowler-” Miles was stumbling with his words obviously panicked Peter tried to calm him down and understand.

“slow down”

“He works for king Pin he tried to kill me”

“Slow down”

“This is a pretty hardcore origin story” Noir commented Peni hit him for everybody.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. We’re going to figure it out.” Peter said trying to calm Miles down and fix the situation. (Y/n) hugged his waist tighter then her senses started going off.

“Were you followed?” Gwen asked

“No-”

“YES” (y/n) cried then everyone else senses went off-putting on their masks as there was a ding-dong at the door. Miles pushed (y/n) behind him and Peter pushed them behind him. Suddenly the door busted open and a long tentacle came in knocking the next round of treats out of Aunt May’s hands.

“Cute place, real homey”

“oh great, it’s Liv” May scoffed.

“ I guess I was followed” Miles whimpered sadly.

“Get out of here kid and take her with you,” Peter said. Miles took (Y/n)’s hand and ran for the back door but was quickly stopped by two men.

“You messed up big time kid. Very sloppy” Tombstone said walking in from the kitchen. Scorpion followed saying something in Spanish no one understood.

“Let me guess scorpion. We’ll we’re the spider-um-”

“Family” Noir quickly pulled (Y/n) back behind him and against the wall

“Yeah we’re the spider-fam,” Peter said

“Would you mind taking this outside?” May asked kindly gesturing to the door

“We don’t pick the ballroom room we just dance,” Noir said getting into a fighting stance.

When Doc Ock attacked Noir pushed (Y/n) to Peni and ducked out of the way. Peni then pushed her into the corner of the room next to the cabinet with the dishes and hoped into her suit. (Y/n) was ducked in the corner of the room as everyone was fighting glass was breaking and flying around the room. May saw her in distress and tried to back it to her with getting hit or in the way of fighting but it was very difficult. Then scorpion stabbed the wall above her head and well she snapped getting a bat she started taking a few swings of her own.

“I Said. Take it. Out. Side”

In a Panic (y/n) crawled out of her hiding spot and upstairs. Trying to get away from all the fighting. She screamed when she discovered the hole in her bedroom ceiling. Where was she supposed to hide now? Miles rushed into the room. He pushed her into the closet and climbed out of the hole in her ceiling. She could hear the fight on the roof with Miles and she just... she just couldn’t.

“Oh no,” she cried “oh no, no, no” She tried to climb out on to the roof but her shirt got stuck halfway. “ Please no. Miles”

The prowler looked back at the little girl confused but then looked to the boy in his clutches who unmasked himself to be..his nephew?

(Y/n) screamed as someone pulled her down from the roof but then let out a cry of relief as she sees her Aunt May. Picking her up May quickly left the house. They were almost out the door when they heard a loud bang. She buries her face in her Aunt’s shoulder as she runs across the street to their neighbors for shelter.

-

May had convinced the police that she would call MJ and tell her what happen, but she didn’t. Instead, she thanked her neighbors and convinced them that they would be okay. Sighing May shook her head and picked up a broom. (Y/n) walked around the house picking up her gadgets and pictures, anything else she thought was important.

“What do we do now?” (Y/n) asked picking up a high school photo of her daddy.

“They’ll be back”

“They bad guys?”

“no, no our Spider friends. They’ll be back but I bet they won’t help clean up” she groaned as she began swiping up and removing the bigger pieces of trash.

“I thought they were going home”

“Do you really think Peter’ll leave without saying goodbye to you” She smiled gently giving (y/n) a forehead kiss as she walks by “ be careful of the glass Bug” she walks to her trashed kitchen (y/n) could hear her groan “Oh god”.

(y/n) smiled a bit as she heard she could just imagine what her dad would say 

“oooo she sounds mad. Maybe we should hide” 

(Y/n) gasped as she turned around and found Peter stepping into the house through a hole in the wall. He pulled up his mask and smiled. “ Hey, sweetheart. I didn’t forget about you.”

“You came back” she jumped into his arms delivering a tight hug

“Of course Little Bug.” he pulled back “I just ...you’re just so beautiful, perfect, and fragile. I never thought about something like you and when I did it scared me. But then I met you and I was so happy and I don’t know why I was so scared anymore and I don’t know how I could live without something like you in my life... and I don’t want to leave you” 

“But you have to” (Y/n) said with a sad smile, she was too smart for her age “ I’m not yours and you’re not mine. Mine is gone and yours isn’t here yet. You should go get her or him, hopefully, her.”

“But ... you’re right here” she pushed out of his arms

“You’re not my daddy. I don’t know who you are. My...My daddy is dead I don’t have one and you can’t be it” Peter’s arms dropped and tears ran down his cheeks “ Go home because I don’t want you here”

“Um...” Peter didn’t know what to say nodding his head he kissed her forehead and pulled down his mask walking away. 

(Y/n) walked into the kitchen tears streaming down her face to find Aunt May leaning against the wall waiting for her. “ I made him go away. Did I do good?”

“You did good sweetheart, you did well. He needs to go home and he will.” May pulls her in for a hug and kisses her forehead. Letting her cry in her arms. She’s been crying a lot lately.

-

“You’re late” (Y/n) says as the plate form makes it to the bottom. He looks down at her determined. “ Which one do you want?” she held up two different spider-man designs. Miles points to one.

“Good choice,” Aunt May says as she shows him some new web-shooters she made herself.

Both of them sat back and watched as Miles painted his own suit becoming his own spider-man.

“Miles” she stopped him on the Platform” will you tell the others I said bye and good luck. And Peter ... I’m sorry ”

-

Miles was holding the front of Peter’s suit as he dangled over the edge he’s about to let him go when he grips his shirt again and says “ She’s sorry “ and let’s go.

“I know”.

-

(Y/n) was sitting on her window sile as Miles sat on the wall outside her window. It was two weeks since the Spider-fam had separated. The two had become close friends since then and (y/n) had moved back in with her mother after she heard about what happens at Aunt May’s. She was not happy at all about that.

“How do you think others are doing?” She asked

“I think they’re okay, especially now that they back home. They’re probably saving the world right now as we speak.”

“...what about Peter?”

“I’m sure he figured everything out. Especially after you pointed him in the right direction. He’ll be okay.”

-

Peter was grinning so hard his cheeks were in pain but he couldn’t stop. “She’s beautiful” MJ laughed at her husband but she couldn’t agree more. She looked at her husband holding their beautiful angels she slept in his arms holding on tightly to his pinky finger and he didn’t want her to let go.

A young nurse came in with a clipboard smiling. “well isn’t this a beautiful new family. And does your newest member have a name”

“not-”

“(Y/n)” Peter said interrupting his wife without even looking up. Then the little angel opened her eyes and smiled. They were just like her eyes and he knew. “ This is our baby. Beautiful, perfect, and fragile. Our (y/n), Our Little Bug.”

My Little Bug

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Hey boo, I’m super drunk at the moment and hoping to request another Peter blurb where you come home from a party and Peter is the designated driver and helps you get home and into bed but refuse to fall asleep until he gets into the end with you.: either college Peter or Stark reader maybe to make to interesting? 🇦🇺

why not both? i also changed um.... like a bit of the request but i hope u still like it! luv u mwah

You two didn’t really run in the same circles in college. You were usually surrounded by a bunch of other kids-of-rich-parents, buying stupid stuff and flaunting your inheritance to clout chase. Paris Hilton-esque back in her glory days. Like the bling ring, but you could afford everything so you never stole. Your friends struggled in uni, but you aced every class. Finished every project or essay early. You did as much extra credit as you possibly could before being dragged out to another club. To the public your life passed by in instagram moments. The substance was fake. Your yearning for more was inconsolable.

This evening you’d gotten wasted at a club. Someone vomited on your shoes, that someone might’ve been you. Normally you didn’t drink so much, but you had known that the night came with a shadow, so it was easy to toss them back. You danced and sang and drank and drank and drank until your friends went home and the club had started to shut down.

“C’mon (y’n).” Peter said as he put your handbag over his shoulder. “That’s enough.”

“Leave me alone...” You had said, but you were walking forward where his hand at the small of your back had ushered. You rolled your eyes. “This is so stupid.”

“No, what’s stupid is you getting so drunk you played chicken with another drunk person outside of a pool and in the middle of the dance floor.” He said reminding you of one of the few things that’d happened that evening. Honestly? It was hilarious, so you laughed hard. Like really hard. So hard you stopped walking to lean forward, hands on your knees to catch your breath. “It’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is.” You said seriously to mock him. “Did I win?”

“Win?” He scoffed. “That doesn’t matter!”

“Did I, though?” You asked as you wiped tears from your eyes. He didn’t speak, he just crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “I won.”

“I didn’t say that...” He said, eyes following you as you moved closer to him with a giant smile on your face.

“I totally won!” You declared, jumping up and down. Peter grinned at your excitement. You pointed at his face. “You’re proud of me.”

“No way!” He said, losing the smile fast. “Let’s go home, (y/n).”

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child. “I want to stay at the club with my friends and drink until I challenge someone to something better than chicken.”

“You’re too drunk to stay out any longer.” He sounded sad. His eyes were full of sorrow too. This made you start to get sniffly. Tears were at your eyelid, ready to slip down your cheeks. His eyebrows shot up, he rushed forward to cup your cheeks as if that would hold the tears in. “Why are you crying?!”

“You’re sad.” You looked down at his chest, the tears fell down your cheeks. He wiped them with the sleeve of his uni sweatshirt. “I make you sad.”

“No, you don’t. You could never.” His eyes darted back and forth between yours. You still wouldn’t look up. “I’m sad because of the things you do.”

“Why?” You said annoyed, eyes meeting his again. Your mascara had run a little, your hair was a mess. You pulled away from his warm hands, first mistake, and took two steps away from him to fast that you fell onto your butt. 

Peter sighed, sat down next to you. He set your purse on the ground between the two of you. His knees bent in front of him. He leaned forward and rest his arms on them so he could fiddle with his hands. Your legs were outstretched in front of yourself, arms limp before you. 

“This is why.” He said honestly, exhaustion in his voice. He rubbed the space between his eyebrows and then threw one of his hands out in annoyance. “I don’t understand why you’re always out doing things like this.”

“I’m just having fun. My dad used to party all the time too, what’s the big deal? He used to party and drink and buy a bunch of stupid shit and do stupid shit and now he’s a hero. Why can’t I have my fun while I’m young too?” You sounded sober, but knew you weren’t. 

“I’m sad when I see you like this.” He mumbled.

“I didn’t ask you to follow me around tonight, Peter. If you weren’t having fun you could’ve gone home and left me alone.” You said playing with some gravel on the ground between your legs. Peter watched your hands move around.

“I know, but I care about you... I can’t just watch you waste your life like this.”

“Are you kidding me? Waste my life? I’m top of my fucking class.” You were still buzzed. “I’m president of the physics club, and I write for the Empire State Journal every week. I’m not wasting my life!”

You stood up, grabbed your purse, and marched down the street toward the subway. Peter jumped up and hurried to catch up with you. He fell into your stride, tried to be a pace faster so he could walk sideways to get you to look at him. 

“I didn’t mean that!” He was sincere. “It came out wrong.”

“I know you didn’t and I know it did, but I’m still hurt.” You wiped away some spare tears that were cool against your cheek. “You can thwip off to anywhere else as far as I’m concerned.”

“I’m not going to let you walk home by yourself.” He said. You shot him a death glare. He felt it in his heart. “I won’t speak.”

“Probably for the best, don’t you think?” You were testing him.

“Y-” but he closed his mouth when you looked at him and nodded instead.

So there you were, walking in the relatively quiet night. It would probably be considered morning by normal standards. Around 3 a.m. eastern standard time, but people were still all over this bustling city. It never sleeps.

You couldn’t keep a handle on your purse so you handed it to Peter who took it happily. 

After about the tenth city block he was still there, you sighed. Rolled your eyes. He was like a lost puppy, and since he was still by your side you decided to indulge.

“Yes, I am tired of doing things like this. Drink all the time, buy useless things, but it’s what my friends do and I don’t want to be left out because I’d rather be researching macro-physics on a universal scale. I mean, I still want to have fun and I don’t really mind going all these trendy places, but I wish I had more time to do the smart things I like to do. I don’t know... I want like-minded people. I want to be smart and still have a good time. I want my dad to be proud of me and I want my friends to like me.”

“Why does it matter what anyone thinks of you?” He said, breaking his vow. You laughed.

“You’re kidding right? Like, half an hour ago you gave me your genius opinion of how you view my life thinking that would make me do the right thing, as you’d say.” An embarrassed blush rushed over his skin so fast it gave you whiplash. “I changed my mind. Give me my purse, I’m going back to the club. I don’t even know why I started walking home I-”

He didn’t let you say another word, instead he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

“Peter Parker put me down!” You said kicking your legs around. He didn’t falter. 

“(y/n) Stark!” His voice came out a little deeper, more authority in it. “Absolutely not!”

“You’re not the boss of me!” You said as you tried to rock your body around. It didn’t do anything except make him change the way he held you. For a second it felt like he was going to drop you so you let out a yelp and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “Peter!”

“Relax...” He said as he held you like a little bride. “Better?”

“I actually... don’t mind this...” You said as you looked at him. You could see his biceps flexing under the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You could feel his chest going up and down with his active breaths. His eyebrows were furrowed with determination as he carried you down the street. “You’re cute, Parker. Like subtle cute... why am I just now seeing this?”

“Because when I’m around you’re busy.” He was still blushing, but this was a new kind. You drank it for it bared the same name as your favorite wine. 

“Never too busy for Spider-Man!” You yelled with a smile.

“Shh!” He said forcefully. You kissed his puckered lips. He stopped walking and seriously almost dropped you. His eyes were shining as he peered into yours. 

“Peter...” He set you down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t kiss me when you’re drunk.” He said.

“I’m not. I know what I was doing I-”

“No.” He said starting to walk down the street alone. You walked next to him, sighing. “Let’s just get you home so I can sleep tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to sleep?” You were just trying to keep him talking to you.

“I don’t sleep when the people I love aren’t safe.” He knew what he said, it made your heart skip a beat.

“You love me?” You asked.

“I loved you before I knew you.” He said just before he stopped walking. You looked at where he stopped at noticed it was your apartment building. You reached a hand forward and pressed it to the glass panel next to the door. It read your skin to give you access to the building specifically designed for you by your father, with your mother’s touches. 

He stood close to you in the elevator. You could hear him breathing. 

He followed you into your apartment. Stood attentively as you kicked off your shoes and threw your purse to the side. 

“Since you’re home I’m leaving.” He nodded once, headed for the door. When his fingers reached for the knob, your lips parted. 

“Stay.” You called to him. “Please.”

“I thought you wanted my to thwip my way out of here?”

“It’s a little late for that.” You said making him grin just slightly. “Things are different now.”

“No, you just know the truth now. Everything’s the same for me. Tomorrow you’ll show up to class hungover and will run into your friends and everything will go on the same.” He was talking to the door.

“Nothing is going to be the same after tonight. Not after the things you’ve told me.” Your voice faltered. “You’ve changed things.”

“What changed?” He asked, turning to the side to look at you. You stepped toward him.

“These secret things you’ve told me, I want to live in them.” You took his hand. “I can’t go on the same way I’m used to now.”

“I don’t want to change you.”

“You’re not. You’re just telling me things I already knew but just wouldn’t admit. I’ve been yearning for something for a long time and I think that thing was you.” He cupped your cheek. You look at him with a grin. “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

“I should go.” 

“C’mon now. I can’t throw you over my shoulder and force you to see things my way like you can.” You pouted your bottom lip. “You know you want to...”

“Okay.” He said, and you lead him into the bedroom where you laid down under the covers and he laid down on top of them.

“Are you cold?” You asked. He shook his head. “Thank you for staying.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really looking forward to riding the subway all the way the Queens in the middle of the night anyway.” He said, making you smile.

Your eyes felt heavy so you let them rest. Peter watched you while you slept. Admired the lines of your face, laughed to himself at the mascara stains across your skin and the way you drooled a little. He found himself getting sleepy too, and succumbed to it. 

Good night.

[inawickedlittletown]

Walking The Wire (89/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

Masterpost

Chapter Eighty Eight

They watched Back To The Future when they got back to the den complete with bowls of popcorn and Tony had even gotten out a couple of blankets for them which just built up how cozy, comfortable, and easy the night had to be.

Peter had watched the first movie only once before with Ben and May and it was a good one. He liked that it was something he had already watched -- something entertaining that he didn’t have to necessarily put all of his attention on. His mind just kept drifting back to being under all that concrete and how in that moment he had wanted Tony -- he had wanted his dad -- because somehow he always just seemed to be there to help him and save him and make things better and he just hadn’t disappointed.

It made him just a tad embarrased now, to think on how he had been yelling and how easily he’d slipped into calling Tony dad in those moments. He sort of -- he wanted to keep doing it.

“You’re thinking kind of loudly over there,” Tony said.

Peter sighed and turned to look at him. Tony hadn’t even pulled out his phone or tablet like Peter had expected him to because Tony nearly always needed to be doing something with his hands. Instead, he was actually watching the movie.

“I’m -- I called you dad,” Peter said.

“You did,” Tony said. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh,” Peter said and he smiled a little. “I think -- maybe I’d--”

“You can call me whatever you want, Pete,” Tony said and he reached over and squeezed his wrist.

Peter was warmed by the easy way that Tony just breezed past the awkwardness that Peter felt and just made everything seem okay. Made it seem normal.

“I’ve never had a real dad,” Peter whispered. “Ben was always just Ben and I don’t really remember Richard all that well but you’re -- you’re really my dad. You know?”

“I know,” Tony said and smiled at him. His eyes looked maybe a tad misty, but Peter couldn’t really tell and then they both turned back to the movie.

Peter fell asleep a few minutes into the second Back To The Future which made it easier to just watch him and not the movie as Tony had been doing. Eventually, he turned it off and shifted Peter into a better position on the couch and hoped that he’d stay comfortable. He fixed the blanket over him and then just lingered and watched him. He looked even younger while he slept.

Tony wasn’t tired. And even if he was, he just knew that sleep wasn’t going to come easily. Instead, he went and reviewed everything that the FBI agents from earlier had left after they finished their inspection. He was sure Pepper had taken care of all of it already, but he just wanted to see what they had left behind. Then, he grabbed a tablet and sat down and got to work on some designs for SI. Every once in awhile he looked up and found himself just staring at Peter. His bruises had faded and his hair had dried floppily on his head.

It was a while later, when Tony got up to get a drink that he heard Peter scream. He rushed back. Peter had pushed away his blanket and it pooled on the ground next to him. Peter whimpered and gasped and his head went from side to side. He almost rolled off the sofa, but Tony pushed him back on it and he dropped to his knees next to Peter and shook him gently.

“Peter, Peter, wake up.”

He shook him a little again. Peter’s forehead creased and he groaned and then he woke up slowly, eyes looking everywhere in confusion but wide and with just a tinge of fear in them.

“You’re okay,” Tony said and he placed a hand on each side of his face to keep him from moving too much. “You’re okay.”

“A building fell on me,” Peter said. His voice was soft and a little breathy.

Tony nodded.

“You came for me.”

“I did.”

His breathing slowed down and then Peter just wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders. “Thank you,” he said.

“We’ve been over this already, kiddo,” Tony said.

“No. For -- for being here now,” Peter said as he pulled away, moving so that Tony could sit next to him. “Can we just keep watching the movie?”

“Sure, kid.”

Peter scooted close to Tony as Tony put the movie back on and then after a few minutes, Peter leaned his head on Tony’s arm. Tony lifted his arm and wrapped it around Peter’s shoulders and he could tell that they both needed this. Peter let out a sigh and moved closer and Tony couldn’t help but smile.

“Three more days,” Sam announced.

They were in Wakanda and this time, Steve had brought everyone with him. Sam more than any of the others seemed amazed by the place. He just didn’t seem to be able to believe that a place like Wakanda could exist in their world. Natasha as always kept her reaction low key and invited herself to train with the Dora Milaje as soon as she could. She and Okoye hit it off. Nevertheless, they were all excited to be heading home.

Wanda for her part just kept to herself -- quiet and reserved possibly because she knew that she was responsible for the deaths of some Wakandians even if it hadn’t been intentional.

Their trip to Wakanda had become necessary once the UN decided that they could go back to the states. But before they could do so they had to sign The New Accords. T’Challa had offered Wakanda for the signing and Steve had been grateful because he knew that once the papers were signed they would go to a hearing in New York City and their punishments would be doled out. They all knew that it was going to be house arrest -- they just didn’t know what the length of their punishment would be. Going to Wakanda to sign gave Steve the option of seeing Bucky before they went back. Another goodbye because it really seemed like they were destined to be torn apart. Maybe that would change in the future.

Bucky’s whole situation was one that Tony and T’Challa didn’t want to bring up yet. There was too much that he had done as The Winter Soldier and too much to risk by trying to get him cleared of his charges just yet. Tony hadn’t said it -- but he was still a little bit sore about his parents too and it was certainly a factor in him not trying harder. Steve didn’t resent him for it. Bucky was happier in Wakanda irregardless and Steve didn’t know if Bucky would even want to leave a place where he’d finally found some peace. He loved the people and he loved his hut and just everything about his daily life in Wakanda. There wasn’t a fight for him to engage in and he could just learn to become himself. Steve could tell how well he was doing there.

“I know,” Steve said. “I can’t believe it.”

“Tony really did it. It’s been barely four months,” Sam said. “Not that I’ve been counting or anything.”

They were all a bit shocked at how well everything had gone. It was just crazy because normally things didn’t work out in this manner quick and without anything going wrong. It almost made Steve suspicious except that Tony was behind it all and he could trust Tony. Steve had been expecting to stay on the run for the next year at least and somehow that just wasn’t the case. It wasn’t going to be amazing to be stuck at the tower for however long the US government and the UN felt that he might need to be, but he’d be with Tony. He’d be home and that would be enough. Not that any of it would actually matter if there was a real threat.

“His boyfriend’s involved -- of course he’s getting us all back there,” Natasha said as she walked towards them. “And I don’t doubt that he has plans to make house arrest easy and fun.”

Michelle had tried to enjoy the rest of the dance, but since she didn’t really like anyone that was in attendance and it wasn’t really her thing in the first place, it just hadn’t felt all that fun. Still, she had gotten what she went for which was to see Peter leave early. She hadn’t expected it to happen so early on -- basically with his arrival -- but it had and Ned had gone off too soon after. Michelle had considered following but that had felt like really doing a bit too much.

They had all seen Ned come back later on, though, with his hat held in his hands and looking like he didn’t know how to act. He stayed mostly on his own, constantly checking his phone and looking worried.

Michelle had tried to approach him and talk to him about it, but he was just too distracted and then eventually Ned just went home, leaving much earlier than anyone else and Michelle felt like she should go home too so she called her mom and got picked up.

The weekend felt long and no one reported on anything to do with Spider-Man although someone said that Iron Man was sighted somewhere in Brooklyn. Then, it came out that Liz’s dad had been arrested. No one knew exactly why he’d been arrested, but it had apparently been something big. It happened the night of the dance which seemed just a little suspicious. Maybe even connected to Peter leaving the dance early.

The other thing that happened that night was that Spider-Man stole Flash’s dad’s car. It was a little hilarious because Flash and his date had walked into the dance stunned and then Flash had started telling everyone that he’d lent the car to Spider-Man. Except that Rita who had agreed to go with him for some reason or another just told a different story entirely -- a more believable story -- about how Spider-Man had demanded the car and Flash’s phone and then taken off. But more importantly, she had also mentioned that Flash had been pissed off about the whole thing especially when Spider-Man did some damage to the car as he left. All in all, Michelle had been pretty amused.

By the time that Monday came around mostly everyone knew about Liz’s dad. They also knew about the state in which the car had been found.

Michelle almost expected to not see Peter at all on Monday, but he walked in with Ned at his side and Ned seemed to be pestering Peter about something again.

She felt some relief to see Peter and to see that he was actually okay, but she still didn’t try to talk to him about the whole thing. Instead she watched him from afar for the next few days. She even saw him when Liz showed up to pick up her things with her mom. They all knew that she was leaving and Michelle didn’t blame her. Michelle left them be while they talked and was surprised when Mr. Harrington approached her.

“With Liz having to leave the school year early, I was hoping you would take on the mantle of team captain,” Mr. Harrington said.

“I -- really? Me?”

Mr. Harrington nodded. “Yeah, well the other real choice is Ned and I think you’d be better at it.”

“Um, sure. Yeah. I’ll do it.”

“Good. Good. We’ll meet up today like planned and we can let everyone else know then.”

Michelle nodded. She hoped that Peter would show up because they really did need him to stick around for the team and show up to future competitions. They all knew how smart Peter was and with Liz gone they would definitely be needing Peter if they were going to have any kind of chance at next year’s nationals.

When Ned and Peter did show up to the meeting, Michelle pretended to not be relieved.

“Congratulations, Decathlon National champions,” Mr. Harrington said.

Everyone was cheering and happy. Peter clapped along with everyone else even though they all knew that he had skipped out on the competition. How the rest of the team hadn’t figured out that that meant that Peter had to be Spider-Man kind of boggled Michelle especially since they were all supposed to be smart. They really did not notice much, did they?

“I’ll have to put this back in the trophy case soon but just for motivation right now at this practice we’ll have it out here. I’m ahead of the game, but we will need a new team captain. So I am appointing Michelle.”

Everyone started cheering and clapping. Peter who was sat in front of her smiled at her and Michelle tried not to let them all know how much she appreciated their reaction.

“Thank you,” she said. “My-- My friends call me MJ, though.”

“I thought you didn’t have any friends,” Ned said because it was Ned.

Michelle looked at Ned and then Peter and she ducked her head. “I didn’t,” she said.

Peter smiled when Michelle looked back up and then he fished out his phone when it rang. “I have to go,” he said and looked genuinely apologetic.

“Hey,” Michelle said as he stood up. “Where are you going?”

The others were distracted and not even paying attention except for Ned, but that didn’t matter.

“What are you hiding, Peter?” Michelle asked.

Peter looked like a deer caught in headlights, like he couldn’t believe that Michelle had just asked that question. He didn’t even seem to know how to respond.

“I’m just kidding,” Michelle said. “I don’t care.”

“Um, okay. Bye.”

He rushed away and Michelle turned back to the group. “Um, we should get some practice in.”

Ned nudged her and looked dead serious with his eyes narrowed on her. It was almost comical. “What do you know?”

Michelle shrugged and smirked to herself when she looked away.

Chapter Ninety

[suit-lady]

Baby Drama.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This is a request from this drabble list by @fooooooooooooooooooood.  #4: “I’m too sober for this.” #10: “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” and #13: “I lost our baby.” Thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: Swears. Come on, y’all. It’s me.

Word Count: 1655 (I know; leave me alone)

A/N: Okay, the chances of this being what you imagined are honestly so slim… But, if you can’t tell by the length of this, I had a lot of fun writing this fic! I hope you all enjoy reading it! xoxo Also, in case this wasn't obvious, Peter and reader are both high schoolers taking a home ec class together. The baby is fake, it's all in good fun. Love y'all xoxo

This semester, Peter’s schedule was loaded, save one class. Home ec was going to kill Peter. While learning things like how to cook for himself and how to appropriately do laundry were probably good for him, he couldn’t care less. Plus, the class was made up of part sweet kids who were taking the class because their mothers told them to, douchier guys who were taking the class to impress female students, and other kids looking for an easy A. Peter hated this entire hour, and he watched the clock even worse than usual when cooped up in that classroom-made-kitchen.

Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the midterm project. Nothing at all.

“Okay, class. I’m assigning partners. Everyone is on the board. Find your name, find your partner, and then we’ll get started.”

You walked up to Peter, introducing yourself, “Hi, I’m (Y/N). You’re Peter?”

He nodded, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you. He hadn’t expected someone so gorgeous. “That’s me,” he finally managed to spit out.

You took a seat next to him, flashing a lovely smile, “Alright, I’ll be straight up with you. You don’t seem like the type to end up in this class,” you talked in a low voice, nearly lost in the partner-finding commotion. “So…why are you here?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, faking macho, “the ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Come on, Peter,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “What’s the real reason?”

He sighed, replying, “My aunt wanted me to have a low-stress class this quarter.”

“Hey, that’s why I’m here!” you said with a laugh that rang a heavenly echo in Peter’s ears. “But this is my most stressful class to be honest with you.”

Peter laughed this time, agreeing, “Yeah, it’s mine too! It’s so out of my comfort zone.”

The instructor cleared her throat to gather everyone’s attention, so you just mouthed “same!” before the pair of you turned your attention to her. “Class, today we’re going to start our midterm project. Parenting.”

Some kids, including you, groaned. Peter, however, sat in shock. What the hell did this lady mean?

Then, she pulled out a large box behind her desk, chock full of life-like baby dolls. Oh, hell no. The groaning became cacophony, but the instructor hushed everyone. Slowly, the babies were delivered to each pair of students, and you were all designated parents for the next three weeks. The mood in the classroom was very sour at this.

“Lighten up, kids! This is what some of you are looking at in several years! Hopefully after college, but… it’s best to learn now!”

You were given instructions on how to care for the baby, and you looked over it with Peter. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending the next couple weeks attached at the hip.”

A nervous chuckle left Peter’s lips. “Yeah, looks like it.”

-

The first week and a half wasn’t bad at all, except that Peter found himself falling head over heels for you. Other than being great with the kid—fake or not, you were incredibly sweet, and both Aunt May and Ned adored you. You invited him over for dinner once at your place, and he’d come home with a smile sweeter than sunrise. Finally, May couldn’t help but press.

“You like that kid, don’t you?”

“I—what?” Peter had responded, the shock evident on his face as a deep blush creeped up his neck.

“(Y/N). I can see the way you look at each other. It’s there.”

“Wait…each other?”

May smiled. “What, you don’t think (Y/N) likes you too? I see the looks you give each other while you’re doing homework. I know.”

Peter’s head spun at the possibility. “N-nah, Aunt May,” Peter stuttered. “(Y/N) is way too good for me.”

“Peter, I’m too sober for this. Don’t tell me that you aren’t the loveliest boy that goes to Midtown.” When Peter opened his mouth to tell her just that, she held up a hand. “No, Peter! I’ll have none of it!”

“Whatever, Aunt May,” he said in a disdainful tone, but his mouth was threatening to turn up into a smile.

“You better ask (Y/N) on a date while you have the chance, Peter. You don’t know how much you’ll talk when this little project is over.”

The thought of not talking to you anymore hurt Peter to his core. Whether you said yes or not, he decided that he’d rather know than go on wondering. He was going to ask you the night before the project was over. Maybe, if he gained the courage, he’d ask you before, but he doubted it.

-

Then, the worst possible thing happened.

You were going out to dinner with some friends to celebrate a birthday, so you asked Peter if he could watch the baby that evening. Usually, you would watch him until around supper time, then one of you would go over to the other’s house, you’d do a bit of homework for the required amount of “mutual time with the baby”, and then Peter would keep the baby until the next morning. Peter could still be Spider-Man that way. This time, however, Peter had the baby while leaving the school. Flash had said something obnoxious on his way out, but Peter paid him no mind.

As usual, Peter hurried out of the schoolyard, paid a visit to Mr. Delmar to grab a sandwich (the #5) and some sour gummy worms, and raced off to start his nightly duties as Spider-Man. He swung around the city, looking for riffraff as usual. Even though nothing seemed out of the ordinary on that warm Wednesday evening, he stayed out until his usual time. He left a little voicemail for Tony, saying that there hadn’t been much action today, but the suit was really great and thank you so much for the opportunity. Then, he went back to grab his bag and his clothes.

Oh no. Oh fuck no.

His bag was gone.

-

“Heyyyyyyyy there, (Y/N),” Peter greeted you warmly the next morning, sliding into his seat next to you.

“Hi, Peter,” you said with a kind smile. “How’s the baby?”

Peter coughed awkwardly. “Okay, so, uhm, please don’t be mad.”

“Peter,” you warned with a glare, “our baby better not have been dropped into the mud or something like that.” You gestured to a pair of your friends, whose baby was permanently stained a horrendous shade of brown.

“Uh, nope! Not that, nope,” he said, his nerves beginning to kick in.

“Okay, then…what?” you asked, a worried curiosity painting your features.

“Uh, well, you see, I might have, possibly, maybe, definitely lost our baby.”

Your eyes widened, and you covered your mouth, trying hard not to scream. “You fucking did what?”

Peter’s eyes widened as well, but at your language. “I, um, lost my backpack last night, and the baby was in the backpack.”

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back in your chair. “Peter, losing the baby is an automatic fail. What on earth are we going to do?” You thought for a moment. “Hold on, isn’t that, like, the eighth backpack you’ve lost this year.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, maybe…” Then, his thoughts turned to Ned, his Guy in the Chair, the one who always looked out for him, the one that had encouraged him to put a tracking device in his backpack. “Wait. (Y/N). We might be able to save the baby.”

After informing you about the tracking device, you sighed again, this time in relief. “Peter Parker, I swear, you’re going to make this class the death of me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, (Y/N). I promise I’ll have the baby tomorrow.”

“You better. If not, we’re spending all weekend together, looking.”

-

Your serious tone in class caused Peter to look as hard (and as fast) as he could for his backpack. After setting up the GPS ping with Karen and Ned, he was off. He found the backpack moved to some random dumpster, robbed only of Peter’s lunch money for the week and his sneakers. Nice. Not only was the baby safe and sound; he hadn’t lost one of his favorite signature nerdy t-shirts.

-

The pair of you were sure you’d end up with an A on the project. When the report and all the required graphics were all together in an aesthetically pleasing fashion, you got a little caught up in the excitement. Peter had held his hand up for a high five, but you had pulled him into a hug. Immediately after, you held him at arms’ length, eyes wide and cheeks bright pink.

“Peter, I am so sorry.”

“Uh, no, (Y/N), it’s okay; I’ve actually been meaning to ask you something.”

You waited, but he just sat there for a moment, refusing to make eye contact. “Yes?” you said after you couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“Uh, well, working with you the past several weeks has made me realize I really like you, (Y/N). I was hoping we could maybe keep hanging out after this? I know this really great sandwich place…” he trailed off.

“Peter Parker, are you asking me on a date?”

He flushed a deep red. “Uh, maybe…” He smiled at you, his eyes full of anxiety.

“I’d love to, Peter.”

Still caught up in the excitement of the project being finished, and then adding the joy that Peter Parker had asked you out, you pulled him into another hug. This time, however, he pulled away a bit, looking into your eyes, almost searching for something within them. Then, in a moment of boldness, he pressed his lips against yours in the sweetest, softest kiss you had ever experienced. The smiles you shared afterwards said all the words you couldn’t express, and you couldn’t remember being happier than you were right then.

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