#it's mr spider your bestest friend

[cosmoport]

"the flowers are drooping in a way that might just be a poor rendering of bluebells- but with the black and white it just makes them look sick."

[sillyblues]

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you overhear a couple of spider-people talking about you and miguel

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: inspired by a scene of a drama i saw in tiktok at 11:30 pm whoops here’s a small scenario while i work on that hiding pregnancy with miguel fic

part 2

You hummed to yourself as you walked towards Miguel’s room. You were so excited to talk to him about how your days went and if you were lucky, maybe you’d get to hear how his day went as well. It wasn’t like he doesn’t talk about himself, of course he does, you two were practically the bestest of friends now. It’s just that nowadays, he seemed more stressed and preferred to listen to you talk. Or at least you hoped so. He never really complained each time you rambled his ears off (which was like 83790134 times a day oops).

But a mention of your name in a hushed conversation stops your tracks.

“... [Name] is pretty close to Miguel, huh?” the conversation was actually a bit far from where you stood but thanks to your extreme superhearing, you were able to hear what they were talking about. You tilted your head. I wonder why they’re talking about me…

“Nah, I don’t think so. Miguel doesn’t even seem to like them.” You grumbled under your breath. That’s just what it looked like to others. They didn’t know that you know Miguel’s favourite empanadas are the ones sold by a Mexican granny on a stand right around the corner outside the building. They didn’t know that Miguel actually remembers what you say to him and even reacts to your stories. If that isn’t what you call friends in their natural behaviour, you don’t know what to call it.

“Yeah, it’s probably because they never stop talking. Their mouth just never know how to close for at least 10 minutes.”

“Miguel is probably annoyed at them. I wonder how he manages to keep his patience from running out with them.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, they were right…You admit that you talk a lot and you do feel a bit bad about it. But your friends haven’t told you to stop talking or that you were bothering them yet so you thought it was fine with them. If your friends said something about it, you would definitely stop and try to talk less for them. You were sure your friends would say something if they were uncomfortable, especially Miguel. You believe in them and you believe in him.

“I know right! If I was him, I would…” so you took a step forward and continued to walk towards your destination. Only this time, you weren’t humming.

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“Hi, Miguel! Good afternoon! Such a lovely day, isn’t it?” you quirked up immediately as soon as you stepped foot into his office. As usual, he was on top of his floating station. Most of the time, he worked on planning and storing files with Lyla about which planets had been reported with anomalies. Sometimes, he watched videos of his daughter Gabriella and himself despite having already seen them countless times.

Miguel was lonely. You could see that. Sure, he had Jess and Hobie and Peter, but Jess was pregnant, Hobie was busy fighting against the government and being cool, and Peter had Mayday. You try your best to be with him because maybe he would feel less lonely with you around for him. Maybe he would be distracted by whatever you say from his exhaustion and his pain.

You swung yourself and landed on his platform. He was standing with multiple yellow screens hovered almost around him. His hands were on his waist and there was a glare on his face as he stared at it. He gave you a brief glance before turning his attention back to his work. Well, looks like today is a busy work day for him, huh. 

“Hey booo,” Lyla appeared in front of you and waved. You grinned at her. “Hey, Lyla! What’s up?”

“Ugh nothing much, except for Mr. O’hara on his red flood apparently.” She leaned and covered the side of her lips to whisper but it was no use to the said person with his abilities.

“I heard that.” His exasperated response was instant but he didn’t look away from the screen.

“Really? You did?” She asked with a higher and tightened voice with amusement. She then flashed a quick message to you. 

Miguel has been working even after you left three days ago. He wouldn’t take a rest no matter how many times I told him.

What? You looked at the back of his head in alarm. Worry immediately settled in your head and you furrowed your brows. Before you could convince him to stop, Lyla quickly made the message disappear and announced, “Oops, my power is running low. Gotta charge them now, byeeee.”

“I literally just checked your levels yesterday. Come back here—” he was cut off by her disappearing form.

He groaned and in his frustration, he swapped away the nearby items on the table. Most of them were papers but unfortunately, he didn’t notice he also swept away the teddy bear that you gifted him. It was similar to one Gabriella had and you knew this from the videos you watched with him. You thought how nice it would be to have at least a physical reminder of your love and not just ones you can see and hear. 

“I’ll get it, don’t worry!”

From his strength, the bear was flung high and without even thinking you walked backwards as you focused on its direction. You were being stupid because you forgot that you were on top of a floating platform and the floor wasn’t endless. The bear was almost near within your reach and with just one more step, you would be able to get it.

That one more step didn’t step on any solid floor but instead on air and so, you fell but not without the teddy bear in your hands. 

“[Name]!” Miguel shouted and you looked at him and finally, he was looking at you now. He ran at your falling figure with arms reaching out to you and for a second, you thought there was a tinge of panic and desperation laced in his hoarse voice and wide eyes. 

Sticky web was shot at your chest and you were quickly pulled towards him. You were hit against his figure and he caught you in his arms. You stilled and flushed, your ear was pressed against his chest and you could hear his roaring heart that beat so fast. He immediately shook you by your shoulders and yelled at you. “What were you thinking? Why weren’t you looking?”

“I mean, I was trying to catch it—” you flinched.

“Are you stupid? ¿y si te lastimas?” his nails were digging into your skin and his grip was beginning to hurt. You tried to laugh but came it off weakly.

“I just don’t want to see my gift get dirty. Besides, I’m fine—,” you tried to joke, hoping it would ease the tension and calm him down.

“Just shut up! Shut up!” he pushed you away with a growl, “Stop being so fucking reckless. I could have done it by myself. Stop annoying other people by doing stupid shit like this!”

He was breathing heavily, anger so deep in his eyes. Your eyes were wide and tears threatened to fall as you listened until it finally fell once he said his final word. Maybe the realization had finally settled in Miguel’s mind at what he had just said. His eyes widened in panic and reached out to you but you took a step back.

Your head hung low as you let his words sink in. Annoying? You couldn't even laugh bitterly like you usually do in situations like this. They were right. You were annoying him. You bit your lip. Had you been a bother to him all this time? How come Miguel never said anything?

Suddenly, his cold indifference to you was so clear and obvious now. Memories of him visibly annoyed with a frown flashed through your head. The sudden awareness made your head hurt and it burned your heart. It throbbed with a pang and you felt incapable of breathing, the pain overwhelming.

No, Miguel wasn't responsible for telling you this. You should've known better, you called yourself his “bestest friend”. You shouldn't have talked to him. You shouldn't have approached him in the first place.

You were annoying. You were a nuisance. You were a problem.

Stupid. Stupidstupidstupidstupid—

“[Name], I,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean—”

“No, it's fine,” you wiped your tears and pressed the teddy bear you gifted him and wanted to catch for him. You wonder if this bear was also a bother for him. Maybe it was. Everything related to you is irritating. You were tiresome. “I should be the one to say that. I’m sorry.”

“I need to go now. I’m really sorry, again.” With a brief glance at him, you immediately turned around and swung down. You almost ran as you made your exit from his office. You did the know where exactly to go, only anywhere without him and far away from him. Strength had left you once you were outside his office and you walked and walked and walked. 

Maybe if you left, nobody would find you annoying anymore.

[circusclownsam]

anne with an e oc

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you”

general information

name; Min-Ya Choi

nickname; Minnie, prefers that nickname only

birth date; 8/9

age; 18

race; Asian

ethnicity; Korean - Australian

voice; mid-pitch, noticeable australian accent

known language(s); english, korean

scent; a light, vanilla smell

“black is a comfort colour”

appearance

height; 5’2 (158cm)

weight(heaviness); light

face Claim; https://pin.it/21kv684fK

body shape; hourglass, average thickness, small waist, d cup size

hair length; roughly reaches down to her tailbone

hair colour; Chocolate brown

hair texture; 2c

eye colour; dark blue with pecks of light blue around her pupils

scarring; inner thighs, arms and back. all hidden by her clothing

piercing(s); one on each ear

other noticeable features; freckled cheeks, shoulders and nose. dimpled smile

outfit

main attire;

; https://pin.it/3nKKZomez

; https://pin.it/4bjsLbf46

; https://pin.it/1ZjNqZHhw

; https://pin.it/4MsA1Zz1N

; https://pin.it/1vogS60TC

; https://pin.it/fx3Fdovm6

; https://pin.it/195hohmun

; https://pin.it/3macFf8BQ

; https://pin.it/1iUXNe6ah

; https://pin.it/3CFiI8RUI

sleep attire;

; https://pin.it/4ZWTEHHzw

; https://pin.it/j7AwiDrGf

; https://pin.it/2A0x5jomF

“your stories are ever so beautiful”

personality

best described as; introverted, strange

positive traits; kind, selfless, caring, protective, honest, trustworthy, respectful

negative traits; sarcastic, cold, blunt, secretive, untrusting of others

interests; spending time with anne, studying quietly underneath a tree, baking with her mother, tending to the farm animals, visiting charlottetown with anne and diana, gardening varies fruits and vegetables, long horse rides in the forest, drawing in her alone time, sewing items for her sister, her personal space, spicy foods, hot soapy baths, spiders

disinterests; mr. phillips, the rowdy boys at avonlea school, her father, being poked and teased at, being lied to, when others make fun of anne, when things are out of place and messy, porridge, being scolded by her mother, when her sister purposely leaves a mess, mud, slimy and squishy foods, her personal being invaded, cold baths, cockroaches and other pests

habits; scratching at her scars, zoning out at times

pet peeves; when things are unorganised

hobbies; drawing, gardening, sewing and reading

insecurities; her scars, mostly

fears; deep water (lakes specifically), her father

goals; to own a large house one day

“I consider anne my bestest friend”

relations

father; robert kingly, australian, strained relationship due to abusive

current whereabouts; unknown, left sometime before her 18th birthday

mother; lin choi, korean, okay relationship; distant at times

current whereabouts; avonlea, prince edward island

sister; katie choi, korean, very close with minnie

current whereabouts; avonlea, prince edward island

friends; anne, diana and cole

cousins; a few distant cousins, though not very close with them

potential love interest(s); gilbert, jerry

pet(s); a horse named amethyst, a parrot named toto and a cat named eclipse

“I prefer avonlea over my old town”

living arrangements

birth country; south korea, seoul

lived in; sydeny, australia.

current residence; Prince Edward Island, Avonlea

housing; a medium-sized cottage located on a farm nearest to green gables.

lives with; her mother and sister, as well as her 3 pets

schooling; Avonlea public school, though soon to graduate. unsure of future schoolings

occupation; student, volunteer at a library in charlottetown

transportation; walks to school, rides a carriage into charlottetown

“I like to keep clean, unlike some”

health information

allergies; sunflower, not deathly allergic though gets hives and a sneeze

mental health; okay, at best. struggles with the occasional nightmare

physical health; amazing, quite fit for a girl her age, good posture

physical disorders; none

mental illnesses; diagnosed with a mild case of social anxiety, unmedicated though manageable

dental care; amazing, brushes regularly, healthy white, straight teeth, no bad odour

hygiene; amazing, bathes regularly, no bad body odour

hearing; good, can hear pretty well, no known issues

eyesight; 20/20 vision, no need for glasses

diet; amazing, well balanced

[lillsxd]

stupid project

peter parker x reader 

requested: no

word count: 1999

hey guys give me notes on what i should fix so i can get better thanks 

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what does life mean? what is living? i ask myself that everyday. why am i stuck in this crazy world? “y/n, y/n hello. earth to y/n” i hear snapping out of my thoughts “yes peter” i look over to him sitting in his desk tapping his pen to his mouth. “we have to get started on this paper” the nerdy friend of mine rolls his eyes and sitting back in his seat. i let out a sigh.”Pete i know but i dont wanna its stupid and annoying and” i stop and look at peter confused. He is looking behind me and back at me like there was a bug in my hair. i was about to say something as the blonde teacher slaps two detention notes on my and peters desk. as she walks away.

he whispers “really y/n again” this was the second time this week. “sorry lets get started” i reached for the instructions on peters desk and he stops me. “you know i could just do it later” he scratched the back of his neck. why would he say that. does he not think i can do this.  know this is our last grade of the year and peter dont believe in me  “no” i say with no emotion in my voice. “but y/n-” “no” i cut him off and snatch the paper from his hand and write down what i need to until i get cut off by the bell. i grab all my stuff together and leave as quick as i can before peter can say something to me.

why would he? as i walk down to the hallway to the bathroom to skip my last class i bump into his friends. “oh hey y/n” Ned says waving. i ignore him completely, trying to hold back my tears running to the bathroom locking the stall. he dont trust me. why am i reacting like this i should be mad i should just brush it off. the bathroom door opened and i lifted my feet up so no one sees me in here. “y/n are you in here” mj says. the footsteps get quiet as i dont respond, looking under the door i see her shoes. they are boots with little chains on them her shoelaces are mismatched and she knocks on my stall door. i dont answer looking around the stall. ‘school sucks’, ‘BLM’, ‘spider man is soooo hot’, were written on the stall wall with different handwriting and colors. “y/n are you okay” she knocked again. “im fine mj just ate something that messed up my stomach” i wiped my tears and pulled down my hair to fix it so my puffy eyes arnt noticeable.                                                                                                                                                                                                      As i put my feet down from the toilet about to unlock the door she slides a drawing under my stall. “i know thats not the reason that your in here maybe this will cheer you up, and y/n if you need anyone to talk to girl to girl call me my number is on the back. and if its peter i will kill him. i will let you be but for real text me i am here.” she says walking out of the gross bathroom. the door shuts and i grab the paper. It is a dawing of me and peter. it looks like it took months to finish and i flipped the paper over and it reveled her number. I've known peter for years we have always been the bestest of friends until he met mj and started to hang out more with them. ive been alone most of this school year. in the begging of the class he wouldn't talk to me or look at me or anything. it was like he forgot i existed. i got cut off from my thoughts as my phone lit up buzzing. i opened it to see peter texted me.

Pete: y/n are you okay?

Pete: please answer me

Pete: do you wanna come over and do this project after detention? we can listen to your fav music and watch movies afterwards?

my fingers tap out a message ‘no i dont want to i just wanna go home you dont even tr-’ no i shouldn't say that. i tap on the screen erasing the message i try again ‘sure Pete meet you by the buses’ i type out.looking at my screen for a minute. he will probably just bale on me like last time. so dont get my hopes up. my thumbs tap on the send button.

Pete: okay meet ya, are you coming in the next class?

my face gets all red. i forgot i had two classes with him how stupid ill just tell him im busy or something. ‘no i got called to the office for something dont tell teacher’ i type thinking it was a great excuse. i reach for my bag and grab out my sketch book and flip to an empty page. as my pencil sketched away the rest of the school day peter wad in class writing my notes for me until the bell rang.

After the bell rang i got out of the stall reaching for my bag of makeup going towards the mirror. I see black running down my face and fix it. i get out of the bathroom and start walking to the detention room. Maybe it wont be as bad i thought it would. “y/n over here” peter calls sitting in a empty desk patting a spot next to him i roll my eyes and walk twords him. “hey y/n” peter waves and i just nod and sit down. as the hour of detention goes by peter looks at me time to time seeing me draw something in my sketch book. “hey y/n” he whispers and pokes my arm. i look at him. “i have to do a quick thing before we head to my house okay so just wait for me” he says nervously. “ok” is all i say before the teacher looks at us. The rest of the time passes i get up to leave shoving my book into my bag and walking out to where the buses would usually be. i wait. putting headphones in i play Shawn mendes. listening to music waiting for peter.

As time goes by to 30 minutes to an hour to two hours to three. i get up from my sitting position. he ditched me again. i feel tears hit my cheeks as i start to walk home. walking turned into running hearing leaves crunching under my feet. music blasting in my ears. why. he is probably with mj or Ned. why do i trust him. why did he pick me for the project. why would he. tears getting stronger. running not home just anywhere. my feet taking me wherever they want until i reach the woods. there was smoke and pieces of metal everywhere. i wipe my face looking to see if anyone needs help. moving pieces of metal and wood and i see a blue and red piece of fabric from far away. i run to it..the person is  trapped under a big chunk of metal. “s-spider man?” i question. realizing its him the hero himself. he looks over and sees my puffy red face and coughs a little not being able to talk. i look at him more closely he is all beaten up and dirty. he has holes in his suit and some hair poking out of a rip on his head only revealing the color of his hair. “can you grab a pipe and lift up the metal please” he says trying to deepen his voice. “o-oh yes of course” i say grabbing a big pipe almost to heavy to pick up and shove it under the metal. i try to push it down but it wouldn't budge. so i stood on it and jump and as soon as it lifted a little he managed to push him self out.

“thank you ma’am that i have no clue who is at all” he says in his deep weird voice as he nervous laughs. i furrow my eyebrows and nod “sure Mr spider man who saves the world” i laugh copying his obviously fave voice. he just sits there in silence and i turn on my heals to walk away “wait” he says in a familiar voice “i mean wait” he cuts himself off in a deep voice. i stop and turn around waiting for him to continue. “who ever you are running from he will come back just give him time” he says in his deep voice and starts to limp away and lift his arm up and start swinging away. what was that about and what was that terrible voice. and why did he seem so familiar?

I start to walk home forgetting about peter. after hours i get home seeing no car in the drive way. “looks like its a late night for me” i say under my breathe unlocking the front door and stepping inside. i throw my backpack on the ground and take my shoes off. my body hurts but i still manage to get up the stairs and going to my room. as i lay down on my bed my phone rings. i look at it. ‘Pete’ it says buzzing in my hand i answer it

“what peter” i frown into the phone disappointed and sad.

“y/n i am so sorry i ditched you i was leaving and i got a call from my boss and i had to come in im-” i cut him off  “peter its okay down worry about it goodnight” i say about to hang up

“wait can i come over i can explain everything so much better” he says nervously “ i guess peter” i say hanging up. ten minutes has passed and i hear a knock at my door. i run down stairs and open it to see peter. he has a big coat on with black sweat pants. he has bruises all over his fave and cuts. i gasp and grab his face “ OH my god peter what happened are you ok let me clean you up” i say grabbing his hand bringing him towards the bathroom “y/n im ok its just a scratch” he said squeezing my hand softly. i stop “i swear if flash did this i will kill him.” clenched my jaw, opening the bathroom door and making him go in and i close the door behind me. “no y/n it wasn't him i promise but i do have to talk to you” he says grabbing the rubbing alcohol from my hands. “well what is it peter? if it was about ditching me we can talk about it later let me-” he cut me off by unzipping his jacket showing me his suit “y/n im spider man thats why ive been ditching you someone very dangerous was out there today you helped me get out from under scrap metal today y/n” he says pulling out his beated up mask from his jacket pocket and looked at me.

i was just standing there looking at him in shock. “y/n?” he says “you are spider man?” i say in shock “yeah im sorry i didn't show up after school and been treating you differently” he said holding my cheek “parker is spider man” i smile “ i knew it” i giggle “your man voice is funny” i say looking into his eyes. he leans in “y/n” he licks his lips and looking at your lips and back to your eyes. “hm” i say leaning in to where our lips are almost touching. He kisses me passionately as i kiss back holding onto him. i pull away for air and i say looking in his eyes smiling...

“ive always loved you parker”

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - Through the eyes of Uncle Ben

“Is he adjusting okay?” Rebecca asks, one of the moms who frequents this park almost as often as Ben does.

“I think so,” Ben murmurs, a small smile on his face. It’s been about a year, and he never really knew Richard and Mary, but May doesn’t tear up when she talks about them anymore, though a long look of sadness pinches her cheeks. Peter doesn’t have nightmares anymore either. They haven’t healed, but they’re doing okay. He turns out to look at the playground where the little boy is an impassioned argument over who gets to keep the ladybug he’s found.

Peter’s only four, but he’s perfect. He’s strong and brave and Ben knows he’s the best of Richard and Mary, and some nights, the early ones especially, that was the only thing that really kept May going. It hurts him to know that she hurts, and sometimes Ben can’t do anything- and his hands shake with how badly he wants to comfort her, but he can’t make her smile. And then Peter ambles into the room with chocolate smeared all over his mouth and a tub of play-dough he can’t open, and then May will smile. And she’ll lift the little boy into her arms and just breathe him in, and Ben can breathe a little easier too.

He loved Peter before Peter was theirs. (Is it okay to say he’s theirs? At first it seemed like he could never be anything but Richard and Mary’s, but as the months go by…it hurts in a good way, May feels it too, Peter is their son). He’s a precious little boy, and he looks so much like May that most people don’t question it.

Rebecca though, she knows.

“He looks really very happy,” she says, squeezing Ben’s shoulder and then heading off to find her own daughter.

Ben hums around a smile, and sips his coffee, watching as Peter and his friend appear to decide to free the ladybug instead.

He ends up a little caught in his newspaper. The crime rate in this city is clawing its way back up into a zone that makes his skin prickle with protective fear over his wife and-and- son? nephew? Son. And when a little voice clears its throat, Ben is yanked out of a reverie of fine print and faced with a stern looking six year old boy.

It’s Howard’s boy, Ben thinks. He reaches for a name...Anthony. Tony. Howard isn’t the most pleasant man, but Maria is nice. Anthony goes to the private pre-school around the corner, the one that May hopes Peter can win a scholarship for someday, given his genius genetics. Ben’s not sure quite how Tony and Peter became such fast friends, not because Peter isn’t friendly. He is. A little too friendly, really. Happy to follow complete strangers if they have a dog or a pretty dress.

Ben’s had to reiterate the concept of ‘stranger danger’ but he’s not sure Peter had really taken it in.

Tony and Peter go to the same junior-playgroup on Tuesdays. Maybe that’s how they’re friends.

Ben looks around and spots Maria on the other side of the playground, muttering angrily into the phone. Ben holds back his sigh. He’s not surprised. Howard doesn’t seem to approve of his son hanging with ‘the riffraff’. God, Ben hates the man.

Anthony though, is a sweet boy. Clever and blind to the differences in people that Howard is so sensitive to.

“Mr Parker!” The boy exclaims, and Ben raises his eyebrows a little, setting down his newspaper in a show of attention. “I have an ‘nnouncement.”

“Ah, of course,” Ben nods.

The boy, decked out in clothing almost obscenely expensive, is holding Peter’s muddy hand. The four year old is beaming up at the sky. Tony clears his throat, and Ben bites back his amused grin. He’s like an adorable mini-Howard. Wait, no. He’s trying to be like Howard. But Tony is better than Howard. Ben hopes it stays that way. “I’m askin’ for your permission to marry Petey.”

“Yay!” Peter exclaims, bouncing up and down on the spot.

Ben has to cover the lower half of his face behind his fingers so he doesn’t laugh in front of the very serious proposal. “I see.” He manages graciously, “and why should I say yes?”

Tony nods thoughtfully, like he expected this line of questioning. “Um,” he begins, rubbing his little fist against his eye, “cuz we love each other, and um, we both like turtles the best.”

“The bestest,” Peter reiterates safely, before throwing his arms around the taller boy and hugging him tight. “Tony is my bestest friend!”

Tony seems to glow with pride.

“Well, that settles it,” Ben decrees, using his newspaper to pat them both on the head. “You have my permission to be married.”

“Yay!” Peter squeals again, and Tony goes all soft and privately pleased, as Peter picks up clumps of grass and sprinkles it over them like confetti.

As Ben gets out of his car and heads into the school, he thinks about things.

He thinks about the fact that his fourteen year old boy, his boy, is kind hearted and good. Peter is a good person, deep in his bones, Ben knows that. And yet this is third time this week he’s being called in for some kind of disruption.

Maybe this private school scholarship wasn’t the best thing for him. But May had been so insistent. Ben doesn’t see what’s wrong with the other schools...

Peter’s been different the past two weeks. Off. He’d come down with a bad flu, and then just…he’d changed.

When he gets in, Peter is sitting in one of the chairs outside the headteacher’s office, his head hanging down and radiating shame.

Ben softens at the sight. He sighs, and sits beside him. “What happened?” He asks, surreptitiously looking for signs that Peter might be hurt or bruised. There’s been lots of that in the past. It had made Ben so angry, but then it had stopped, and he’d heard that Tony Stark had been suspended for three weeks for breaking the noses of four boys.

Ben had given Tony an extra serving of dessert the next time the boy was over.

“It’s so stupid,” Peter hiccups, wiping his face with his sleeve and shaking his head, “I didn’t mean to- they were just-“

“Mr Parker?” The headteacher says, opening the door, and beckons the two of them inside.

Ben’s anger swiftly returns. He doesn’t like bullies. He won’t tolerate it, and even though it’s hard to see his Peter as a bully, the facts don’t lie. Peter had humiliated that jock in front of everyone, and shattered school property and punched him so hard that he’d almost fractured his cheek.

Ben’s not totally sure about that last one, even though the head teacher insists that’s what happened. Peter doesn’t know how to punch. He doesn’t have any bruising on his knuckles either.

When they get out of the office, he looks down at his boy and he shakes his head as Peter curls in on himself in disappointment. “Peter…what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”

“Uncle Ben,” Peter chokes out, eyes sparkling with tears, “I didn’t mean to-“

“This is the third time this week, Peter! What’s happening? Your Aunt is sick with worry-“

“It was an accident,” comes another voice, more like a snarl, and Ben turns to see Tony. The sixteen year old is almost as tall as him, and he hooks Peter by his backpack straps into a tight hug. Peter sobs into his shirt and Ben feels lost in a way he hasn’t felt since May lost her sister and he couldn’t do anything.

“Tony,” Ben shakes his head, grasping, “what’s happening? What’s happened to my boy?”

Tony cups the back of Peter’s head and gives Ben a glance so mature Ben almost can’t believe it. “He’s going through something right now, Mr Parker,” Tony whispers, voice hard but even, “we’re working through it, and when he’s ready, he’ll tell you, but for now…He’s your kid. You know him. Cut him some fucking slack.”

Ben doesn’t take parenting advice from sixteen year olds, but Tony essentially raises himself, and Peter is clinging to him for dear life and-

Ben likes Tony. And he just wants Peter to be happy.

So he does.

(It’s the right thing to do)

Age comes before he can do everything he wants to do. Celebrate his sixtieth wedding anniversary with May. Spoil a grandchild. Walk Peter down the aisle.

As his breath becomes more laboured, and his vision becomes more blurry, he thinks he very nearly did that last one.

He feels selfish, ruining Peter’s big day- only a week away, by drifting towards the light. Will the boys postpone it? He hopes they won’t. It’s his time. There are times for things. Like Peter getting bitten by a radioactive Spider when he was 14 years old. That happened for a reason, though Ben can still remember through fits of laughter the way that he and May had sat across from Tony and Peter at the kitchen table and wondered if they were on drugs. Like the time Peter had said that he and Tony were more than friends, and Ben had nearly choked on his coffee but May had rolled her eyes and asked how he hadn’t realised already.

There are times for things.

For the first time ever, Peter calls him dad. Croaked out and heartbroken.

Ben’s got the best medical care money can pay for, and he doesn’t need to ask to know that Tony, the ever-present pillar of stability in the corner, 24 and already a force to be reckoned with, is the reason why.

May never leaves his side.

Ben smiles at that, and thanks the lord that he’ll be wearing his wedding ring for eternity.

“When I wake up,” he says to her, as she weeps, “I’m going to see you.”

From a place of bliss, somewhere above and beyond, he watches the wedding.

It was postponed by a year, but maybe it’s better this way. May gets to walk Peter down the aisle, and Tony is crying, and so is Peter, but they’re good tears.

“Come on,” Richard says, a smile in his voice, ageless and happy, “I don’t think we’ll want to watch the honeymoon.”

Ben laughs at that, and takes Mary’s hand.

Somewhere, down there, Peter throws a clump of grass in the air as confetti and smiles, and then he turns to the sky and whispers words of gratitude to his lost parents.

All three of them. 

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Journalism Club - Peter Parker x Reader

Notes: Here it is, the fluff fic I promised! I hope you guys enjoy reading this because I loved writing it! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope it satisfies after the heavy angst I just hit you guys with. As always, asks/DMs/requests are almost always open so drop on in!

Summary: Peter Parker joins your journalism club and helps you save it from getting shut down.

Journalism Club

Peter Parker x Reader

Requested?: Haha no.

Word Count: 3,616

Warnings: cleaning wounds, that’s about it. FLUFF! :) (btw (Y/n/n) means your nickname)

You watch as the school newspaper bin stays full the entire week, not a soul stopping by to take one and read it.

Sigh. It’s not like you worked hard on it or anything.

“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/l/n), but I can’t continue the journalism club if you’re the only member and no one reads the newspaper.” Your principal, Mr. Davis, tells you.

“Mr. Davis, please, give me another chance. I’ll get the people to read it, I swear! And I- I’ll start a...a sign up sheet and put it in the hallway, advertising for the club!” You promise, scrambling for last minute ideas. You couldn’t get this taken away from you.

“Fine. One more chance, that’s all I’m giving you. If you don’t get people to read the school newspaper by the end of the semester, and if you’re still the only member, then I’m sorry but I’ll be forced to shut down the club.” He sighs, resting his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I’m on it. Thank you.” You grin and run out of his office, heading straight toward the classroom where you keep your journalism equipment.

Blinded by the need to save the club, you run straight into a boy on your way.

“I’m so sorry--” You and the boy say at the same time.

“No, really, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologize, helping the boy up. You don’t have time to hear the rest, though, because once he’s on his feet you’re gone again.

You shove open the door and get to work, starting on a sign-up sheet to be posted in the hallway. 

~+~

The next day, you post your sign-up sheet. 

You spend the entire day walking by the sign-up sheet purposefully, watching the lines fill up with signatures.

Or, you would, if the sign-up sheet was filling up with signatures. Instead, you go up to it at lunch and read the zero names that have been written down.

You hang your head in defeat, staring at the sheet for a little bit longer before heading to your journalism room. The job wouldn’t do itself, after all, and you still have the rest of the semester to provide newspapers.

~+~

The next morning, you go to the sign-up sheet to tear it down. What’s the point, anyway? If no one was going to sign up for the club, then it shouldn’t waste wall space in the hallway.

As you approach it, though, you see one name scribbled on the first line.

Peter Parker.

“Who’s Peter Parker?” You mumble to yourself, taking the sign-up sheet off the wall and bringing it back to the journalism room. You set it on your work desk and go through a list of people you know.

Peter Parker doesn’t ring a bell.

~+~

Finally, the class hour for journalism rolls around. You head straight to the journalism room, finding a boy already standing in there. You drop your stuff on your desk rather loudly and he turns to face you, eyes wide.

“Sorry, this is the journalism classroom. Can I help you?” You mutter, taking out your computer to get to work. You vaguely recognize the boy.

“Yeah...I, uhm, I’m Peter Parker. I signed up for journalism yesterday?” He introduces himself. Then it hits you.

He was the boy you ran into the other day in the hallway.

“Oh! Sorry for being rude, most people don’t really take it seriously. I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), nice to meet you, Peter. I think...I think I ran into you in the hallway the other day?” You point out, cheeks burning in embarrassment but you need to know if it’s the same guy.

“It’s fine, I get it. And yes, you did run into me. That’s okay, too, though.” He smiles, causing you to smile back.

“Great. Let’s get to work! We need to create a school newspaper for next week. I will warn you, the school newspaper doesn’t really get read a whole lot, if at all. Don’t be disappointed when most of the papers are still there at the end of the week.” You inform him ahead of time.

“That’s fine.” He nods. You smile at him.

“Perfect!” The two of you spend the rest of the time working on the newspaper together. You didn’t think it would work very well since you have to get used to working with a partner instead of alone, but you both took it in stride. 

You found out very quickly that you work well with Peter.

~+~

A few weeks later, you’re being plagued by the fact that you still have to figure out a way for the student body to start actually reading your school newspapers. You haven’t brought it up to Peter yet, although you probably should.

On the other hand, you and Peter had become best friends through this journey. You hadn’t realized how lonely you were until he showed up and ever since, you two had become inseparable.

“(Y/n), you okay?” Peter asks as you walk into the journalism room, dropping your bag onto the floor with a huff.

“Fine.” You groan, falling into your chair.

“You don’t look fine. What’s up?” He sits on the edge of your desk, pen in hand.

“It’s just...okay, listen, before you even got here...Principal Davis threatened to shut down the journalism club if I didn’t figure out a way to interest the student body enough to read it by the end of the semester.” You explain, burying your face in your hands.

“Well...I have an idea.” He hums. You peek at him through your hands.

“What is it?” You grunt, not really in the mood for some lame idea that you’ve already thought of.

“We could get an exclusive interview with Spider-Man to put in our newspaper.” He smiles innocently, giving you the smallest bit of hope.

“Yeah, that’d be great, Peter! One problem, though. We don’t have contact with Spider-Man, so how would that happen?” You growl, covering your face again.

“(Y/n/n)...I have my Stark internship. I’ll just ask Spider-Man next time I see him if he’ll do me a solid and set up a weekly interview with you.” Peter sets a hand on your shoulder. You take your head out of your hands.

“Seriously? You’d do that for me?” Your eyes light up. If you get this interview, it would make your school newspaper blow up.

“Of course I would. I’d do anything for you.” He grins, nudging your shoulder.

“Aww, thanks! You’re the bestest best friend ever!” You giggle, hugging him.

“You, too.” He shoots back, scrunching up his nose. You laugh.

“Okay, as for the interview thing, just tell me his answer once you’ve asked him. Take your time, though, it’s not super urgent. We still have a couple of months.” You smile, bringing out your computer and getting to work on your newspaper.

“Will do.” 

~+~

That night, you get a text from Peter.

Pete: Just talked to Spider-Man. He said yes! Can you do late night on Monday night? He said he’ll swing by your apartment. 

You: Seriously?? How’d you get Spidey to say yes?? Also, absolutely! Give him my address. By late night does he mean like early morning hours?

Pete: I didn’t really have to do anything besides ask to get him to say yes. And he said probably early morning hours. I gave him ur address. You doing good?

You: Better now that the newspaper will probably be read now. Ur a lifesaver, Pete! <3

Pete: Just being a good best friend. Love you, goodnight.

You: Love you too, night.

You fall back onto your bed, giddy as can be. You actually have an interview with the Spider-Man.

Your club won’t last just another semester with this exclusive interview column.

~+~

The weekend goes by as slow as possible since you have something to look forward to on Monday for once. Not to mention school on Monday is more of a nightmare than usual. Peter made it better, though. He usually does.

You’re sitting on the bed of your apartment, waiting for Spider-Man to show up. It’s about two in the morning.

There’s a tap on your window. You spin around and see the red and blue clad superhero hanging upside down outside your window. You grin and open it up, letting him crawl in.

“Hey, there.” He uses his voice changer, probably so you won’t know who he is if you ever see him in real life.

“Hi! I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n), pleased to meet you.” You stick out your hand.

“Uh...Spider-Man, the pleasure’s all mine?” He laughs, shaking your hand. You pull out the chair from your desk as he sits down on your bed.

“Before we get started, is it okay if I record this conversation?” You ask.

“Absolutely.” He nods immediately. 

“Great. So, Spider-Man, is it okay if I call you Spidey? I dunno, that’s probably overstepping. Forget I said anything--”

“Spidey is fine. For you, anyway. I don’t want random people calling me Spidey but I feel like we’re friends at this point.” He chuckles at your nervous rambling. You almost faint.

You’re friends with Spider-Man.

“Okay, cool. So, Spidey, is there a certain thrill to saving people from danger? Like, an adrenaline thing, so to speak?” You ask, holding your tape recorder out to him so it’ll pick up what he says.

“I’d say yeah, there is, but that’s not why I do it.” He answers.

“Why do you do it?” You ask, writing down stuff in your notebook with your other hand.

“I do it because...well because I want to see the city safe. This is my home, too, and I want to see the people in New York City living life to their fullest and knowing that I helped people do that. I don’t want anyone to have to fear the streets.” He explains. You look up at him for a second, glad that he’s not secretly a jerk under the mask.

He’s doing good for the right reasons.

“I’m glad to hear that. Do you personally know Tony Stark, aka Iron Man? And what about Peter Parker?” You ask next. He laughs.

“Yes, yes I do know both of them. Tony Stark is my mentor in being a superhero. I know Peter because I’ve seen him do a few jobs around the compound. He’s a cool kid, you know.” You swear he’s smiling under the mask.

“Oh, I know it. Peter’s my best friend.” You say, mostly off the record since it doesn’t have much to do with the interview.

“Yeah, he’s talked about you a bit.” Spider-Man nods.

“Really?” You quirk an eyebrow, only half-listening as you write things down.

“Yeah, says you’re his best friend and stuff. Thinks you’re really cool.” The eyes of his suit blink slowly. You nod.

“Glad it’s mutual then. He’s the best.” You smile and look up at Spider-Man, seeing him already staring at you intently. You press the stop button on your tape recorder.

“Spidey...can I ask you a personal question? I swear I won’t ask who you really are under the mask, I won’t overstep that boundary ever, but I do want to know...how old are you?” You whisper, putting down your pen to let him know that this is between you and him, no one else.

“Promise not to put this in your newspaper?” He asks, and you hear the slight quiver in his voice. He wants to trust you.

“Promise. You can have Peter look over the column before I put it out.” You swear. He nods.

“Okay. To keep things less narrowed in, I’ll tell you that I’m in high school. I’m, uh, I’m in your grade.” He tells you. Your eyes go wide.

“Holy crap. For real? Do you go to my school?” You gasp.

“I can’t tell you that. For all you know, I could be homeschooled by Tony.” He reminds you. You nod.

He’s a superhero under Tony Stark, of course, he has private tutoring from the billionaire.

“Right. Sorry, overstepping. Anyway, let’s get on with the interview.” You find yourself nervously blushing.

Oh no.

No.

You’re falling for Spider-Man.

~+~

The next day, you bound into journalism class with a giddy grin on your lips.

“You okay?” Peter laughs as you sit down in your chair, the smile not leaving your lips the entire time.

“Better than okay. We’re going to save this newspaper and...Spider-Man is actually really cool.” You blush, starting to type on your computer.

“Yeah? Did he say anything about me?” Peter jokes.

“Actually, he did. He said you’re really cool and that you talk about me a lot.” You tease, sticking out your tongue at him.

“What can I say? All true things.” He kids, shooting you finger guns. You shoot them back and both start to get to work.

~+~

The next few weeks go by exactly like that, and your newspaper has gotten more and more reads every week. The student body is loving the Exclusive Spider-Man column and your club is saved. Principal Davis even said he was considering promoting the club on the school website.

Things have been going great with Spider-Man, too. He comes every Monday night at about one or two in the morning and the two of you talk until almost four or five in the morning. You’ve lost a lot of sleep on Monday nights because of it, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

In fact, you’ve developed a not so small crush on the superhero.

It’s currently a Thursday night and you’re already excited for Monday again.

You go to sleep with the thought of your next interview on your mind.

~+~

You wake up in the middle of the night to tapping on your window. You groan and get up, seeing Spider-Man tapping at your window.

“Spidey? Am I dreaming, because you’ve never come on a Thursday night before.” You yawn, opening up your window. He tumbles through, clutching his side. You see your carpet start to stain with blood.

“Holy-- you’re bleeding. Oh my gosh.” You gasp. You run to the bathroom and grab your first aid and sewing kits. You see his body littered with cuts and bruises.

“Bit off a bit more than I could chew at once this time…” He jokes, leaning up against your wall. You don’t complain about the blood stains, knowing you’ll play it off as a really bad nose bleed or something to your parents if you couldn’t clean it up before they saw it.

“This is going to sting.” You press the cotton ball of rubbing alcohol to his various cuts, seeing the veins in his neck strain as he holds in his grunts of pain.

“You almost done?” He sucks in a sharp breath as you clean another cut. You shake your head, knowing you can only get to most of the cuts but not all of them.

“You, uh, you need to...take off your suit.” You blush, knowing this could get awkward really fast. He nods and gets up, shedding the suit but keeping his mask on. Your cheeks turn a bright red as you notice his toned abs and arms. You keep your focus on helping him, though. You continue to clean his cuts as he sits back down again.

Once you’re almost finished, you tend to a large cut on his neck. It goes under his mask. You stop, your fingers hesitantly hovering over the edge of his mask.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes staring deep into yours from behind the mask. Your eyes flicker from his cut to his eyes, not knowing what to say.

“Uh...this cut is under your mask. I don’t know...I don’t want to overstep.” You whisper.

“You can pull it up to my nose. Is that far enough to clean the cut?” He asks. You nod and lift the mask up to his nose, showing his lips that look vaguely familiar to you but you can’t place from where.

You get to work again, cleaning the cut on his neck and placing a patch of gauze over it. When you’re done, you sit back and look at him.

He’s already staring at you.

“...I’m done.” You murmur, eyes briefly fluttering to his lips. You’re about to speak again when he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You’re shocked, too stunned to move. When you don’t kiss back, he pulls away.

“Did I overstep?” His voice is shaky, almost scared. You shake your head and pull his face back to yours again, kissing him back. He responds immediately, arms snaking around your waist as yours loop around his neck.

You pull away after a moment, breathing heavily.

“I can’t believe Spider-Man just kissed me.” You giggle. He laughs, pulling the mask over the rest of his face again and getting up to put his suit back on.

“Yeah...I can’t believe the girl of my dreams just kissed me. Um...I should get going now, but...I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” He smiles and climbs back through the window, swinging away into the night.

You sigh dreamily.

Wait.

He said he’d see you at school tomorrow.

~+~

The next day, you’re frantically searching for anyone with a cut on their neck. You don’t see anyone.

You get to journalism class, throwing down your backpack in frustration. He could have just said that flippantly, on accident. But he could have accidentally let it slip that you go to the same school.

Peter furrows his brows at your frustrated state.

“You okay?” He asks, sitting on the edge of your desk.

“I’m fine, I just-- ugh!” You throw your hands up in defeat, looking over at your best friend. You see him wearing a turtleneck. 

He hasn’t worn a turtleneck in a while.

“Are you okay? I didn’t think it was cool enough yet to wear, like, winter weather clothes or anything.” You accuse, narrowing your eyes at him. You see him fidget.

“I just get cold really easily. Felt like wearing a sweater today. I wear sweaters regularly, (Y/n/n), you should know this.” He laughs it off.

“Yeah, but I rarely see you wear a...turtleneck. Got a hickey to hide, Parker?” You tease, but you have an underlying motive.

But there’s no way it could be him.

“You know me, always hooking up with girls.” He rolls his eyes jokingly since you both know that’s not like Peter at all.

You see a piece of gauze poke out from underneath the sweater.

“I knew it!” You gasp.

“...That I always hook up with girls?” He gives you a weird face. You shake your head vigorously, hands reaching out to roll down the neck of his turtleneck, showing the piece of gauze that had a small bloodstain on it seeping through.

“You’re--”

“Shh!” Peter covers your mouth with one hand and rolls up his turtleneck with the other.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You whisper, eyes going wide.

“Don’t tell anyone, please!” He pleads, grabbing your hand. Your stomach erupts in butterflies.

You kissed your best friend.

Your best friend kissed you.

You have feelings for your best friend.

“I won’t, but...You kissed me!” Your hand flies to your mouth, covering it as it forms into an ‘o’.

“You kissed me!” He accuses, eyes wide at the thought of your friendship ending over this.

“I-- Obviously you’re not upset about that because you knew who I was the entire time--”

“Are you upset about it?” He looks hurt.

“No.” You admit.

“Wait...so you liked the kiss? And you don’t care that it was me?” He asks, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“I did like it and no I don’t care.” You blush.

“Cool...cool, cool, cool. So, like...uh, what does that mean?” Peter bites his lip, looking anywhere but you.

“Just kiss me, Parker.”

“Okay.” 

You lean in and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours more feverishly than he was last night. You throw your arms around his neck, happy that everything worked out in the end.

Plus, your best friend boyfriend? is Spider-Man. How cool is that?

You pull away, a smile on your face.

“Do you want to know a little secret?” He whispers, his arms still around your waist. 

“What is it?” You hum.

“I originally wasn’t going to sign up for journalism until I saw you at lunch the day you posted it. I couldn’t bear you being that sad so I signed up and let me tell you, that was the best decision I think I’ve ever made.” He grins, kissing your nose.

“I’d have to agree. You do like journalism, though, right?” You laugh.

“Oh, I love journalism. You helped me figure that out. Plus, taking all the photos for it? Awesome. I think we make a pretty good team.” He teases. You lay your head on his chest and he puts his chin atop your head.

“I think we make the best team. And now that I know who you are, it makes us even better.”

“What are we, speaking of?” He asks, causing you to look up at him.

“Well...I dunno, what are we?” You turn the question around on him.

“Uh…(Y/n/n), will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, gazing down at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Spidey.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He kisses you again.

So, in the end, the interviews with Spider-Man went much better than you ever anticipated.

Plus, you saved your club. It can’t get much better than that.

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[mwolf0epsilon]

DBH - OC Ideal Pets

I'm still trying to finish up the Fallout AU Info Doc (I'm stuck on a few choices for what characters will be, especially Josh), so to keep up some activity I've decided to do a post about which kind of pet would be ideal for my OCs.

The list will be a bit long (because I have an absurd amount of OCs) so I'll put it under a cut if anyone is interested in taking a look.

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[[MORE]]

--Androids--

Joel (EM400) - Despite being terrified of dogs, Joel's ideal pet is and will forever be Chitin, the android German Shepherd that has been nothing if not patient and loyal towards him. Joel's fear of dogs (especially rottweilers) still persists on some level, but Chitin helps him as a therapy animal.

RJ (EM400) - Despite being a rogue unit of the Jerry hivemind RJ still has a fascination for pirate thematics like his many brothers. As such, he has a fondness for exotic and brightly colored fish and other aquatic critters. The grand jewel of his vast collection is a tiny blue ringed octopus he calls Kraken.

Sergei (PL600) - Due to his many psychological issues, Sergei is not allowed to have a pet of his own. Instead he's being educated on proper petcare by Noah who keeps a close eye on him.

Noah (PL600) - Thanks to his great love for animals and veterinary studies, Noah is very capable around all sorts of critters. He has at least three cats (Elvis, Freddy, Brian), one dog (Melanie), five bunnies (Emma, Geri, Beyonce, Shakira, Kesha) and a guinea pig (Phil). They're all named after old singers which Sergei finds amusing.

Dimitri (PL600) - Dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. He has a lot of love to give to creatures that are inherently loyal and loving towards him. He's not only a professional dog-walker but also the Cullen family's official dogsitter. He has two puppies (A Rottweiler named Peach and a Doberman named Bowser) and is also quite attached to Roky and Chitin. He'd want to get a pet bat just to teach it to divebomb people (the threat of rabies is amusing to him).

Seymour (PL600) - Animal magnet. All animals just naturally love Seymour since he goes out of his way to feed strays. As a result you'll find a group of cats and dogs following him around town when he's either on or off duty as a police officer. He owns a massive Great Dane named Adonis.

Apollo (AP700) - He loves dogs but wouldn't be opposed to having a cat since they're more independent and he has Chance to care for. Despite his fondness for animals he'd appreciate it if Dimitri didn't constantly bring strays back home...

Proteus (IO100-P) - Took in his creator mom's three android cats and roomba after he returned home from the Io escape mission. He absolutely loves cats and would be the kind of guy to become a crazy cat-person. He thinks it's less of a problem and more of a compliment.

Dakota (CX100) - She would love to have a parrot. Chatty smart critters are a delight to her, and she'd greatly enjoy teaching it to greet people at the door or even on the phone. The only reason she doesn't own a pet is because she's very indecisive over what species she'd want to get.

Monochrome (CX100) - Not much of a pet owner. He's content with playing with Mile's bizarre android python, PB, who has the processor of a dog. He thinks she's pretty cool.

Baptiste (CX100) - He's terribly scared of animals.

Jindosh (HR900) - Horse kind of guy. He would greatly enjoy owning a ranch at some point, where he could train draft horses. He's not much of a rider himself, but just working with imposing and powerful animals brings him a sort of blissful tranquility.

Veronica (WR400) - She's a cat-person and isn't very fond of dogs, which is hilarious considering her and Scott's situation. She eventually gets a Siamese cat she calls Sir Rolland the Regal.

Scott (HR400 In K9300 Body) - As he's currently stuck inside a dog's body, it's pretty silly to get a pet. When he eventually does get a humanoid body again, he actually keeps the K9300 body and gets a processor for it. The dog's name is Old Friend.

Miles (RK300) - PB is the best noodle puppy in existence and he loves her too much to get any other pet. He has a great love and admiration for snakes, and thinks dogs are lovable and loyal.

Tristan (RK700) - He has a pet chameleon named Preston. It's a pretty ornery thing, but quite chill when he handles it. He likes to carry it around his apartment when he's alone and sort of vents to it since the reptile won't pass any judgment on his past actions. Tristan would kill for his pet chameleon if anyone so much as eyed it weirdly. He's incredibly attached to it.

Uma (???) - She spends a lot of time at Mr. Siddiq's abode to mingle with the exotic animal androids. She seems to be really taken with big cats and with wolves. At some point she rescues a wolfdog that was sent to a shelter to be euthanized. She named it Essex.

Bo Siddiq (YK500) - She doesn't keep pets since she already has access to all of her dad's rescued animal androids. Her best friend is Sasha the tigress.

Hearse (MC500) - He isn't very good with living beings, Dr. Ojomo's children are already complicated enough to look after, but he won't deny possums are pretty "metal". He started feeding one that's gotten into their garbage lately... He calls her Raven.

Eddie (WK218) - Myu's cat, Bravo, is his bestest friend in the whole world. He's extremely gentle with him and loves to spoil him rotten.

Stag (Hybrid Model) - Due to his alterations he's not patient enough with animals. He does follow a specific herd of deer sometimes and admires them from a distance. They seem to not be scared of him due to his antlers.

Bear (Hybrid Model) - Jordan wishes he could keep a pet as company. Sadly, since his reprogramming causes him to go aggressive whenever something approaches (excluding a very minute list), he doesn't want to risk going near any local fauna. He doesn't like bears very much (contrary to popular belief), instead if he could he'd like to own a rat (he thinks they're cool and pretty smart).

--Humans--

Valentina Hernández - She has Regi who honestly is more his own person and her personal bodyguard than a pet. She also rescues animal androids that have been negligently modded (she was the one who gave Miles PB since she couldn't undo the damage her original owner did to the poor python) by amateurs. If she were to get a pet she would go out of her way to either get a goose or a goat (her father had a goat named Pablo and her mother a goose named Rosalinda, they used to tell her stories about them).

Artyum Kutznekov - Has a brown tabby cat named Misha, and often rescues abandoned kittens he finds on the streets, nursing them back to health before finding them proper loving homes. He's a very nurturing guy despite his grumpy disposition and intimidating size. Val finds it hilarious how he can hold three kittens in one single hand.

Benjamin Peterson - Has a thing for spiders, which has caused several arguments between him and Val. He owns a Mexican Red Tarantula named Tarantino, and he is definitely the guy you call when there's a spider somewhere in your house. He either rescues them or (if they're big enough) offers them up to Tarantino as sacrifice.

Dr. Ojomo - She has a great fondness for birds, specifically birds of prey. On weekends she goes to a sanctuary to help rehabilitate endangered wild birds. She has handled owls and vultures alike. She's taken notice of Earl's habit of feeding the possum that keeps getting into their garbage and finds it adorable.

Elisa "Myu" Corvo - She's without a doubt a cat-person, but she does like dogs as well. She owns a rescue cat named Bravo.

Mr. Asad Siddiq - He rescues exotic animal androids from negligent owners. His collection is incredibly vast and even includes dinosaur androids. All of his animals (except a few very difficult abuse cases) are incredibly fond of him and will approach him openly. His favorites are Sasha the tigress (his very first rescue), Ahri and Jolene (a coral snake and a rattlesnake), and the large herd of giraffes he has amassed from different zoos.

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Webflakes

Peter Parker x reader Summary : It's nearly Christmas and still no snow in sight. You thus decided to bore Peter about that to share your desperation. Warnings : none Words : 2.2K A/N : This is a sweet fluff + Irondad Spiderson thing suggested by @double-leo, thank you as always ! This is part of the 12 days of Christmas writing challenge. Please tell me if you want to be added to the taglist and make sure to see my other work.

You were out in New York, wearing your warmest coat to walk your dog and desperate for snow that still hadn't came. Peter was next to you, listening to you whining about the coldest weather possible but still no snow.

"Can you believe ? We're what, the 13th ? And it doesn't snow ? Will we have to spend Christmas under the sun ?", you exclaimed, fed up.

Peter laughed sweetly.

"That wouldn't be the first time that it doesn't snow on Christmas day, you know y/n..."

"Exactly ! When was the last time that it snowed on Christmas day ?"

"Hum, last year ?", he replied trying to shut your drama queen moment down.

"Alright, but before that ? Years without snow !", you pouted.

"You can't do much about it... I would love to help but-", he stopped. "Would you wait for me ? I have something to do with Mr Stark, my spider senses are calling me !"

And without saying more he ran away. You sighed. You and Peter had met years ago, when you were still kids and never stopped being friends. Of course through the years it happened that you separate and made other friends, but in the end, you were always mates. It's only in those last two years that you had really began to get along and had became the bestest of friends. Friends. Nothing more. Even though everyone seemed to ship you together, you always made a point to let them know that you weren't a couple. And you were certain about it, you would never be a couple. In fact, you dated several person. Including Mason, aka the love of your life and ex. Now, this isn't about him being the worst jerk and cheating on you or any other jerky thing, two months ago he just told you that he wasn't in love with you anymore but that he still wanted to be your friend and he cared about you deeply. Which, actually was worse than him being a jerk because you couldn't be mad at him since he had been the sweetest and kindest guy to ever dump you. Indeed, worse. Peter of course, was the first you told about that. He sweared that he would wear his Spider-man suit and kill the boy, but after you explained him the story, even him admitted that he couldn't do anything.

Now, about Spider-man, just as he had been the first to know about your hardest break up, you had been the first to know about his alter ego. Months and months after the actual thing happened. In fact, you were at his house with Ned building the Lego Death Star when Spider-man entered in the bedroom and jumped on the ground, putting off his mask and revealing the cute face of your best friend. If Ned acted cool about not knowing his secret and was only excited to discover all his abilities, you made Peter feel guilty about not telling you for weeks, until he sweared that he would talk about your incredible capacities of fighting to Mr Stark and that he made you a suit to join the Avengers. Which obviously never happened since Peter shitted his pants every time he saw Iron Man.

Recalling these memories put a smile on your face and you went home not thinking about the snow problem again. Peter had that power to always appease you even when he wasn't there. Now, that is a super power.

"Mr Stark, Mr Stark I really need your help !", Peter exclaimed as he joined Tony in the lab.

"Is it girl-related ?", Tony asked without even looking up from the metal piece he was working on.

"...No, it isn't ?", Peter tried.

"What did I say about anything non-girl-related Pete ? It can wait until I've finished my job", he replied with a sigh.

When will this boy ever find a girlfriend ? He thought.

Peter waited a few seconds then admitted, staring at the floor : "Yeah, alright, it's about a girl..."

"No way Pete ! You found a girlfriend, congrats !", Tony rose from his chair and patted his shoulder.

"First, it's a little hurtful that you react this way about me having a girlfriend", he started as he pouted. "And second, she's not my girlfriend, but since she dumped her boyfriend lately and that I acknowledged the fact that I like her very recently, I have to make a move right now", he finished.

"Peter, does this girl has anything to do about your girl friend that wanted to join the Avengers ?", Tony questioned as he rose a eyebrow and gestured comas with his fingers.

"Yes it does, but it was indeed only my girl friend back then", he answered mimicking the comas too.

"I knew you liked her ! That's why you never dated anyone, even the hot Spanish daughter of Pepper's friend !", he exclaimed, confident.

"I didn't- never mind. The thing is, I need your help to upgrade my web shooters in order to make them shoot webflakes !", he declared.

Tony looked at him puzzled.

"She is always complaining about the lack of snow this year, and since I don't have the power to control elements, I thought that it would be very romantic to bring her on a roof where we could see New York in all its glory and then... let it snow !"

Tony nodded.

"For your girlfriend, I would do anything."

"Rude...", Peter muttered.

"What did you say ?", Stark asked, as he turned around.

"Thank you so much Mr Stark, I don't know what I would do without you !"

"Well, first of, you wouldn't own the best suit in all the history of suits, secondly, you would do a lot of stupid things, and lastly, you would try to build this shooter alone which would be a stupid thing to do so it goes in the second category", he stated as he was starting to screen the web shooters and work on it. "Now, give me a hand, would you ?"

It was Christmas eve and there wasn't a single snowflake in sight. You wished Peter was here so you could whine to him. You were getting ready to leave to spend Christmas at your grandparents house with all your family but you felt like admiring New York's view from the emergency stairs next to your window. You were pulled away from your staring into the night sky by the sound of something falling behind you. You turned around and recognized Spider-man's suit.

"Peter ?", you said surprised.

He grabbed you by the waist and told you : "Hold on tight."

"Wh-"

Before you could say anything, he jumped in the air and you wrapped your arms and legs around his body. You let out a little surprised scream. You felt his left arm holding you and releasing you each time each time he was throwing another web. He quickly stopped on the roof of a skyscraper. From there you could see all New York perfectly and it was...magnificent.

"Can you tell me wh-", you started but you were interrupted by the sight of some little snowflakes falling around you.

You tried to touch one and it stuck to your finger. Peter had took off his mask and was throwing snowflakes made of web in the sky around you.

"How did you-"

You couldn't find the words.

"This is...perfect", you eventually said, rotating to see them all.

You stopped and stared at Peter.

"You did this just for me ? You created those webflakes ?"

Peter couldn't help a smile from displaying on his face. She was just like him.

"I was bored about your constant whining, and...", he slipped his hand in his suit. "I have also this".

He gave you a small box that you opened immediately. Inside, there was a celtic ring.

"Wh-"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing my proposal, it's just that I know that you love rings and I was sure you would like this one", he declared with a soft smile.

You jumped on him and hugged him tight, your head on his chest.

"Thanks Pete, it's so sweet ! My gift for you is home but I feel a bit ashamed about it. It's not as great as what you gave me", you told him, sorry.

His hands were playing with your hair and you rose your head.

"Why did you do that ?", you asked staring at his hazel eyes.

"I told you, I couldn't bare-"

You cupped his face and kissed him deeply. He placed his hands on your back and sighed.

"Too much ?", you asked as you retracted from him.

"Please ! Not at all !", he replied a bit too enthusiastic.

You smiled as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

"Bring me home and I'll give you my gift", you asked him.

He nodded and kissed your forehead before grabbing your waist and flying away. He let go of you and came in your bedroom, following you. You looked in your closet where you had hidden all of your gifts and found the right packet. Peter took it and undid it. He discovered the camera you had bought him weeks ago.

"This is incredible ! It's so beautiful !", he exclaimed. "Thank you, y/n, this is too much, you're crazy."

You chuckled.

"It's not, really."

"You have to be my first photo", he declared.

You looked at your outfit and rose a finger.

"Wait a minute."

You reached the bathroom and 5 minutes later, you were wearing the Christmas dress for tonight.

"You look stunning", Peter said in a sigh.

You posed in front of the camera and he took the photo. You watched it together and he insisted on the fact that you were magnificent.

"Thanks for everything Pete. That was a good surprise", you assured.

"You should thank Mr Stark too"

"I will when I will finally meet him", you replied. "I have to get ready to go, I hate to tell you this, but you should leave."

He smiled.

"I wish we could spend Christmas together", he said, staring at you. "You are gorgeous."

"I told you that you were welcome to come with-"

"This is your celebration, and I don't want to leave May alone."

"I just hate to know that you are alone for Christmas."

He tangled a lock of your hair in his finger and played with it.

"You are perfect y/n."

"You are more", you stated.

You kissed him softly and stared at him going out by the window.

"Merry Christmas Pete. See you tomorrow."

"You too", he declared as he kissed you quickly before flying away.

You stared at the window for some seconds before going in the living room to help your family.

Peter landed in an alley near the Stark Tower. He ran to it and was opened the gate by FRIDAY. He took the elevator to the floor of the living room and found Pepper and Tony cooking. They were playing with the ingredients and just being really cute.

"Peter !", Stark exclaimed when he noticed him. "So, how did it go ?"

"We kissed...", he answered blushing.

"That's my boy !"

Peter rose his head and smiled as Tony complimented him.

"You should bring her here as soon as possible. I'm eager to see who is worthy enough of Peter !"

Peter couldn't believe his ears.

"I will Mr Stark. Thank you for helping me", he declared with a big smile. "I'm sorry if I interrupted you, have a good night and merry Christmas !"

"Hey, hey, hey ! Where are you going ?", Tony asked. "I thought you told me that May was working all evening and that she would be home very late."

"She is, yes", he answered puzzled.

"You are not going to spend Christmas alone, boy. You are more than welcome here."

"But Mr Stark, I don't want to-"

"Nonsense ! We are happy to have you here", Tony interrupted him.

"But Aunt May-"

"I will escort you back to your apartment before she is home."

Peter was stunned.

"It's not like it's the first time that you eat here anyway", Pepper added with a kind smile.

"Al-alright, thank you very much."

He was smiling happily, so grateful for everything.

"I'm glad you're here, kid", Tony concluded as he patted his shoulder.

Peter headed to the kitchen, where he helped them. They then ate and talked joyfully all the evening. When it was nearly time for Peter to leave, Tony pulled him to the Christmas tree and showed him a wrapped gift.

"This is for you."

"Mr Stark- I don't...I don't have anything for you...", he stuttered ashamed.

"Don't worry kid, this is a little something for you. Hurry up, unwrap it !"

Peter executed and found a small key.

"My father gave it to me when I was your age. He told me that it represented the goal I had to seek", he declared with a moved voice.

Peter's eyes widened. He didn't know what to say and hugged Tony. His eyes were teary.

"Thank you Mr Stark, for everything."

Tony was surprised at first, but tightened his arms around the boy as he heard him sniff.

"I will always be here Peter, for anything, alright ?"

Peter nodded and rubbed his eyes. Pepper watched them from afar and took a picture. This was something that needed to be captured.

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