#peter2

[kenonade]

northern chinese people eat dumplings on winter solstice!! :)) i’d like to imagine that they would too.

also wangmu would not teach peter2 how to use chopsticks. 感觉王母就喜欢看p吃瘪 不过 谁不是呢（（ (i feel like wangmu loves to watch peter humiliate himself but who doesn’t haha)

[spiderman-withgreatpower]

Spiderman TED talk: No Way Home logic

I love Spiderman: no way home so much! It's probably one of my favorite Spider-Man movies of all time. But one thing that bothers me about the film is the logic with the main storyline.

So Peter 1 discovers that some of the villains who were came to his world would be going home to die basically. That two had been confirmed to come to his world at the moment that they were supposed to die and Norman is just supposed to be dead. So Peter one decides that he is going to try and make them good in an effort to prevent them from fighting Spider-Man and then dying. He thinks if they turn them good then send them back that their lives might be changed. That would make sense if they sent them back to a different times than they had come from. For example if they had sent them a year ahead or even a couple days ahead of their death. If they're being sent back to the same moment that they left it wouldn't make a big difference.

Like in Doc ock's case he already had turned back to being good when he died. The arms were no longer controlling him and he choose to sacrifice himself to sink the fusion reactor. So sending him back good is going to have the same outcome with him dead.

Electro was literally being barbecued to death. So whether or not he's good or not isn't going to affect his future.

In terms of sandman and the lizard neither of them died in the films that we saw. So when they're sent back their lives are just going to be the same as they were.

The only one that would actually be saved by Peter one's attempt is Norman Osborne. He accidentally killed himself with the glider. If he was good in that moment he wouldn't have tried to kill Spider-Man with the glider.

So literally this whole elaborate plan to help the villains really only helps one villain. No in terms of Pier 1's character he doesn't know any of this information about any of these villains He doesn't know what led up to their death or how they died. But maybe asking them a little bit more about their history could have been useful, or even asking the other Spider-Men about how these villains died.

Cuz for me it just feels like they wasted everybody's time and achieved very little...or nothing. The movie was so great and I love everything about it except this fault in logic.

[peterparkersnose]

1 girl, 3 spidermen part 2

all the spidermen x pregnant!reader

tom!spiderman x pregnant!reader

andrew!spiderman x pregnant!reader

tobey!spiderman x pregnant!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: childbirth

summary: baby girl parker is here, and god is she loved

a/n wrapping up this mess, thank you guys for all the positive feed back!

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read time: 6 mins 44 seconds

You never thought you would miss the sight of your own toes. 9 gruesome months of pregnancy has almost defeated you. You were officially released on maternity leave from work last week, and have been trying to prepare for this child.

At 19 weeks, all of the Peter’s planned and joined you to find out the gender of the baby. Peter 3 was the only one that cried when you found out it was a baby girl.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m so emotional-”

You hated to admit it, but you were slowly falling for Peter 3 during this whole pregnancy. He seemed to care the most. He took care of you the most often and never complained. All Peter 2 and you did was seem to argue when he was at your apartment. Peter 1 was sweet, but he mostly spent his time with you studying or trying to overcompensate for not being there as often as the other Peter’s.

“Good morning!” you heard from your apartment door. You recognized Peter 3’s voice immediately. “Just wanted to check on you before work,” he said, placing down his bag and sticking his head into your bedroom.

You were laying in your bed, your sheet clung to you outlining your large stomach. “Glowing as always,” Peter 3 said, going to your kitchen to make you breakfast. “What would you like this morning? Eggs? I can make some pancakes on the fly but I’m not sure how good they’ll be but-”

While he was talking to you from the kitchen, you attempted to get out of bed. You would use your headframe to pull yourself up, and then roll over so you could kneel on the floor and use the bed to prop yourself upright. You were only in a long, oversized shirt and a pair of underwear. When you got on your knees to get up, you felt a large splash of water hit your legs. “Oh FUCK!” you yelled. You heard Peter drop a pan in your kitchen and the floor creaking as he ran to your side.

“What? What is it? Oh,” he said in a panic, noticing the liquid on the floor. “Help me,” you whimpered. Peter helped you off the floor and into his arms. “I-I think I’m in labor.” you cried.

The most scary thing about this whole pregnancy for you was the actual realization that you were going to be pushing a whole human being out of your vagina. Childbirth was terrifying.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Peter said, rocking you in his arms. “Do you have your to go bag ready? I remember we started putting it together but-” “Yeah I finished it with Peter 1,” “Great. Where is it?” he asked, helping you sit on your bed. “On my dresser in the closet,” you said, rubbing your back. You were taking deep breathes, already feeling tiny contractions forming in your lower back. “Okay, cool. Let’s just rest for a minute. Let me make some calls.” Peter 3 said.

He called each Peter individually and told them to get their asses to the hospital.

“CODE RED! I REPEAT, A CODE RED!” he yelled into the phone. “Yes, she’s in labor Peter! You don’t need to shout. I’m leaving work now.” Peter 2 yelled back through the phone.

Peter 1 hadn’t even woken up for classes yet, and was woken up by the sound of his phone blowing up. “She’s what?” you heard him yell through the phone, followed by a large crashing noise. “I’m on my way,”

“Okay Y/N let’s go!” Peter 3 yelled, bag in hand. “Peter?” “Yes,” “Can I have some pants maybe?” “Oh, yeah. Duh,”

He grabbed you a pair of sweatpants and helped you get into them. He then put your hair up into a clip to help you feel better. It was June and the heat in New York City was grueling.

You waddled to your elevator and struggled to keep moving. “Just a couple more blocks until the subway station-” “Subway station? Oh god, Peter we don’t have time for that. Where is your car?” you said panting, just getting over another contraction. “It’s in the shop!” “Your cars in the shop when your girlfriends about to have a baby?” you yelled. “Girlfriend?”

Shit.

“Yes, get over it and let’s just go.”

Peter started moving people out of the way, making way for you. “Move it people! My girlfriend is in labor!”

He brought you to a back alley and started throwing his clothes in his work bag. Of course, he had his spidey suit on under it. You were taking deep breathes, leaning against the brick wall. “You are not swinging me to the hospital.” “Would you rather give birth in a alley?”

You groaned, holding on to Peter for dear life. This definitely wasn’t safe, but it was the most efficient method. The adrenaline rush of flying through the air got rid of any thought of your contractions. He was extra carful to set you down at the hospital entrance, keeping his Spiderman ruse going. “Nurse! Help! There’s a lady in labor!” he yelled, webbing himself on top of another building. He changed his clothes and climbed down the backside of the building and caught up with you in the hospital.

“What room?” the nurse asked. “Y/N L/N,” “Relation?” “Boyfriend,” “Name?” “Peter Parker,” “Alright Mr. Parker, room 607.”

He rushed in the room and met you already hooked up with monitors and in a gown. Peter 2 was at your side, making sure you had everything. “He beat me? Really?” Peter 3 said out of breathe. “I swung here buddy,” “So did we!” “Any word on other Peter?” Peter 2 asked, sitting back in a chair sipping a cup of hospital coffee. Peter 3 checked his phone. “He’s on the train but no guarantee he’ll be here any time soon,”

You groaned, grabbing the sides of your stomach. Both of the Peter’s ran to your side. “You got this,” Peter 3 said, arm around you. The contraction passed, and Peter kissed the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he smiled. “Oh, so you two?” Peter 2 asked, pointing between the two of you. “She self declared herself as my girlfriend today,” Peter 3 said proudly. “Yeah, yeah. Today isn’t about you,” you panted, feeling another contraction hit. “Fuck,” you muttered and a nurse came in.

“Oh my god,” the nurse gasped, running out of the room. “What? What is it?” you yelled. You attempted to look yourself, but then again, you haven't seen your toes in about 4 months. “God Dammit Peter, look!”

Both of them looked up in shock. “No way!” they said almost in synch. The doctor came in, and assessed the situation. “Well, she’s almost here.” the doctor said, changing into her gloves. “What? I’ve only been in labor for like, an hour!” “Sometimes babies come fast. I can’t control it.” the doctor shrugged, calling in more nurses. “You have to administer an emergency epidural,” she ordered one of them.

The nurse came in with the needle, and Peter 3 dry heaved. “That is an epidural?” he yelled. “Peter shut up, your scaring me.” you whimpered, trying to ignore the stinging pain into your spine. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.”

They laid you back down, and had you start pushing. “Where the hell is Peter 1!” you yelled through the pain. You were holding each Peter’s hand and squeezing for dear life. “He’s coming, I promise.” Peter 3 said.

“A few more pushes mom!” the nurse exclaimed. “Goddamit you Peters! Fuuuuck you all! Look what you did to me,”

Peter 3 started to get visibly upset. “Hey, Pete! She doesn’t mean it.” Peter 2 said, trying to build his confidence back up. “Yes I fucking do!” you yelled, taking another deep breathe and pushing as hard as you ever have. You felt the thing exit you and heard the door swing open at the same time. “OHMYGOD!” Peter 1 yelled, running back into the hallway. Peter 2 left your side to go aid Peter 1 who was currently throwing up in a trashcan.

But that didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered anymore.

She was here.

You had already thought of a name, but kept it a secret from all the Peter’s.

June May Parker.

June was the month she was born.

May was after their Aunt’s.

And June and May just sounded too perfect together.

“Who’s the father?” the doctor asked. Without even answering, they scrubbed up Peter 3 and handed him the scissors. “You want me to- oh- please be carful with that, it was expensive.” he gasped as the nurses removed his watch and belt and put him in scrubs. June started crying, and Peter snipped the umbilical cord.

She had a loud cry, but you didn’t care. She was placed on your chest, and you were a mess.

Peter 3 stood waiting for your consent to come near. To be fair, you were cussing him out a minute ago.

“Pete,” you sighed, looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your daughter. “Look,”

You pointed to her distinct nose, almost a perfect match to Peter 3’s. “Oh- oh my god,” Peter 3 cried. He put one hand over his mouth trying to contain his cries, and the other on your daughter. “June,” you smiled. “June?” he asked. “June May Parker.”

June was taken from you and cleaned. They swabbed her for DNA, then swabbed all of the Peter’s.

“I gotta admit, she really does look like Peter 3,” Peter 1 sighed. All three of then and you were standing in front of the glass window that showed you June. They were all waiting for the test results back, even though you already had a good idea of who the father was.

“You know, I’m glad Peter 3 is the dad.” Peter 2 said. You scoffed a bit. “Thanks?” “No, really. He was the most involved. He was always there, he seemed to care the most. He deserves it,” Peter 2 said, Peter 1 agreeing. “Hey, thanks man.” Peter 3 said as Peter 2 patted him on the back. “I got to say, I’m happy im not a college dad.” Peter 1 laughed. “Yeah, I’m happy my baby daddy isn’t in college,” you laughed.

All three of the men who had taken care of you during your pregnancy hung around your shoulders. Peter 3 had his arms around your waist, head resting on your neck. You all three were staring down at the beautiful wonder of June. “Thank you guys,”

“For everything.”

June was taking a nap on your chest with you when the results came in. The nurse handed them to Peter 3, carful not to wake you.

Peter 1- 0.092% match

Peter 2- 0.00023% match

Peter 3- 98.29102% match

“What does it say?” you asked groggily, awaking from your nap. “98.3% chance of me being June’s dad,” Peter 3 smiled. He walked over to his new family and smiled. “This is all I could ever ask for,”

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[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

This Little Spidey Piggy

A/N: So after reading @parker-fluff , @tklfluff , and many many other amazing tickle arts and writers, I got the idea to create this one! Inspired by Peter 1’s snorts (oink oink 😂)

Summary: Peter 1 gets home from school sad because he had a bad day at school. So the other Peters cheer him up by making pigs in a blanket (his fav) with a few surprises tickle attacks with it of course.

Peter 2’s tingle went off before the front door opened from his apartment. “Hey Lil Spidey!” He said, expecting a response form his youngest brother. But all he got in returned was a ‘hey’ before Peter 1 left to retreat into his room.

Peter 3, who was sitting on the couch along side Peter 2 in the living room looked confused. “Is everything okay?” He asked as Peter 2 shook his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem like his usual self.”

“Yeah. One would come bursting through the door when he notice us. Then he would start rambling about how much he wants pigs ‘n blanket.” Peter 2 chuckled, remembering how much he loved it when One would whine whenever he didn’t get his favorite dinner. “Maybe something happened back at school. You think we should check on him?” Peter 2 asked as Peter 3 gasped and got up on his feet. “Of course we should. What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” Peter 3 held out his hand for his eldest brother to help him off the couch. Peter 2 happily accepted it and was more grateful when he didn’t comment on his old age. “Why don’t you go talk to him first. I’ll go start us some dinner.”

“Lemme guess, pigs in a blanket?”

“Pigs in a blanket.”

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Peter 1 slumped on his bed, burring his face in the pillow to try and stop the tears from falling down. He didn’t want his brothers to see him like this. He’s suppose to be Spider-Man. The hero of New York City. The Friendly Neighborhood Hero of his Hometown. He wasn’t suppose to break down like this. What of a hero is he if he’s like this?

Peter 1 pulled the covers up to his face and curled himself into a ball. He was just about to drift off into dream land and wake up at around dinner time, hoping the tears would stop falling by then, but his spider tingle went off and his bedroom door opened to reveal Peter 3. Peter 1 gasped quietly and pretended to be asleep.

If I stay like this, he’ll leave

Peter 3 closed the door behind him and sighed. “You do realize I can tell when you’re sleep right? I heard you crying from the living room.” he replied, walked towards the sad teenager and sitting on his bed. Peter 1 didn’t move. Just laid there in the bed. “Come on buddy, I just wanna know why you were crying that’s all.” Again, no response.

The middle child was getting impatient. And he knew just how to deal with it.

Peter 3 smirked and shrugged his arms. “Okay, if you’re not gonna tell me, I might as well finish my dinner.” Peter 1 gasped and covered his mouth. This morning, Peter 3 came into his room to wake him up for school. And how did he do that? Well, by tickling of course. He grabbed one of his feet and started to chew on his toes. The bites were gentle but it tickled like crazy. And worse, he even did the ‘This Little Piggy’ song with his toes but he changed it up to ‘This Little Spidey Piggy’. He never got to finish his meal however because One was running late for school. But now, he’s back.

And he has nowhere to go.

Faster than One could ever dread, Peter 3 grabbed one of his feet like he did last time and scooted closer to his feet so it could be more comfortable. “Ready for round two?” Peter 1 was too afraid to respond and just muffled his giggles. Unfortunately, Peter 3 was able to hear him. “Aw, are you already waiting. You’re such a good little Spidey. Yes you are. Tell you what, sense you’re waiting so patiently, I’ll start right now.” At that moment, Peter 1 tried to tug his leg from Three’s grip, but the grip was too firm.

It was too late.

Peter 3 used his index and thumb finger to wiggle his big toe. “This little spidey piggy went to market.” he said in an annoying baby voice. Peter 1 couldn’t contain his giggles and let them all out. “Gah! Nohohohoho threhehehehehehehehe stahahahahap!” Peter 3 gave his toe a kiss and moved on to the next one. “This little spidey piggy stayed home.”

“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehe ahahahahahahaha!” Peter 1 squealed earning another kiss to his second toes. “This little spidey piggy had roast beef.” Peter 3 smiled when a couple of snorts escaped from his little brother’s mouth. Peter 1 stuck his tongue out but was grateful for the covers covering his face. “This little spider piggy had none.” Peter 1 knew where this was going. “NOHO PLEASE!”

“And this little spidey piggy cried...” Peter 3 pulled the covers back so Peter 1′s head was covered up but his body was exposed. Peter 3 slowly, with anticipation (and a smirk on his face), lifted his shirt up a bit and scribbled his fingers surprising the little spider. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“WEE WEE WEE!! All the way home.” As if on cue, Peter 1 made another snort sound. Peter 3 couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the covers from his brother’s face to reveal what he was searching for. A smile on his face. “There he is. There’s my little spidey.” Peter 3 said helped up Peter 1 while still recovering from his giggle shocks. Three placed him on his lap as One snuggled into his chest. “So, wanna tell me what happened?” he asked with sympathy as One sighed and told him about how the kids at school treated him like a bully again because he was so smart. “Hey, those kids ain’t got nothing on you. You’re the real deal. At the end of the day, those kids are just jealous cause they want to be as smart as you and they can’t be.” Peter 1 smiled and chuckled. “Thanks bro.”

“Any time. Little spidey!” Peter 3 said, putting his brother into a headlock to give him an all out noogie. “Hehehehehehey stahahahap iihihihihihit.”

“Bros, dinner’s ready! And stop nooging our little brother, he’ll have to use your shampoo again.” Peter 2 called from the kitchen making both little brothers laugh. “Come on One, Two made your favorite.”

“Pigs in a blanket? YES!” Peter 1 cried as he zoomed into the kitchen, Peter 3 right behind.

[quinnzilla99]

Pain ✨

[whereis-mypizza]

Peter 3&Peter 2 recreate PeterMJ’s selfies

Reference!

[orlaithrose]

when: 23rd june where: some bat place woods somewhere idk! who: @peterpfeiffer

Orlaith handed the joint back to Peter, as the toe of one booted foot dug around in a puddle that was more mud than water. It had been warm of late, but rainy too. She didn't mind; it was a good excuse to put your wellies on and go tramping through the woods, not for the purpose of exercise, but because she liked the woods like this; the muddier it was, the quieter it was. They could walk along companionably, sharing a joint, without being disturbed. And once you were high it was sort of fun to find the squishiest mud puddles to stomp your feet into. Maybe she liked doing so much now because it was something she did so little as a child.

"I've always thought it would be fun to have a treehouse in the woods. Like your own private clubhouse. Do you think other people would notice and take over it if I put one somewhere here?"

[moonlightcrusader-archive]

not really a prompt, but just something i thought of and got really sad about: do you think Peter 2 ever thinks about the fact that - well, he saw Otto die? someone he's now very close to and cares about deeply. i imagine he tries not to dwell on it, but sometimes if he's having a bad day it just hits him: Otto was supposed to die, and they never would have had the relationship they do now. it probably stirs a lot of his old trauma :( (but bonus fluff: probably leads to some good comfort sessions)

(on top of that depressing thought, congrats on finishing the semester and hope you have a restful summer! :D)

Thank you so much!! I’m so glad school is out now, I’m just trying to adjust my schedules for the summer now so I can do everything I planned to do❤️

And omg yes this right here!! Peter 2 has really lived two lives, one with Otto and one without. Sometimes it’s hit him that if it wasn’t for Peter 1’s mistake, Otto would still be dead and not have another chance of life, and that makes Peter 2 sick to his stomach. I think if he hears a close old friend has died or something, Peter gets upset bc sooner or later Otto would pass and Peter can’t handle that again 😭 and this time he has built a relationship with this man so now it will hurt more because he has so much static memories of him and Otto

I think one overthinking night, maybe a night where Otto got put in danger, Peter 2 just shuts down and feels like he could screw up any moment, and he has the big feel that he needs to protect Otto at all costs, not miss his chance again.

Most nights he just randomly goes in Ottos lab and gives him a big silent hug, Otto just patting his back softly :(❤️