#spideyfam

[leilakeila]

Gonna step a bit from the DP of the x DC and put Marvel instead.

Those Spidey meets batfam but the rare ones where Peter is an adult, BUT we use the version that has his daughter May and is married.

May and Mar'i HAVE to be best friends, super powered best friends.

Like "we are besties and our parents are besties".

That's it.

[sandrasoapbox]

Wade: Well, now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me? 😈

Andrew!Peter: I've got some ideas...😏

Tom!Peter: OH DEAR GOD! MAKE IT STOP!

Andrew!Peter: Peter 1?

Wade: ?

Tobey!Peter: Hey, Peter 3. Peter 2 here. You, uh, kinda had your comm line open.

Andrew!Peter: How many of them heard?

Tobey!Peter: Um...

Tom!Peter (with Miles and Spider-Gwen sobbing in the corner): That was literally the worst thing ever.

[anarchyduck]

Little Hands

Haiku Challenge, 50-70-50

Prompt: tiny hands in big hands [hand holding prompts]

[Read on AO3]

It is late when Peter slips in through the window. Quietly closes it behind. Slips off the suit in the bathroom where he quickly showers. Hair still dripping, he pulls on an old shirt and joggers, more than ready to climb into bed next to MJ. He checks May instead. 

He finds her wide awake. Quiet, but awake. Peter smiles, “Waiting up for me?” he asks as he takes May from her crib. She coos, little hands grab his shirt and grip it tight. “You should be sleeping, you gremlin.” Peter holds back a groan as he sits in the nursery rocking chair. It creaks as he rocks, falling into a familiar and lulling pattern. May gurgles in his arms. 

Peter thinks he could stare at her face and never tire of it. His daughter, everything good from both him and MJ. She waves her fist around, grunting with excitement and he watches with wonder at the sight of her little hands in his. He never wants to let go.

[peterparkerincorrectquotes]

more parkyfam = spideyfam content!! (as long as you feel comfortable with sharing it please and thank you)

parkyfam!!!!! I’M SOBBING THAT IS SO SOFT— I’m referring to my family as that from now on

•  So every time one of my family members does something spideyfam-ish, I either make it into a textpost or I write it down for future use. Now is my time to shine. Here are some Pepperony energy interactions between my mom and dad

dad: alright, I’m headed to my friend’s house. his truck is making weird noises and he wants me to check it out

me: ok! bye!!

mom: Monica.

dad: what?

mom: his wife’s name is Monica. there’s nothing worse than getting there and not knowing her name when she knows yours

dad: *laughs and leaves*

me: did he… ask you what her name was??

mom: no. I just know him. 

•  Like? The subtle shade. The caring way she told him her name, so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. The apparent disappointment. It’s the epitome of Pepper energy

•  Later that day, my mom went to the store, and she wanted to buy my dad more eggs (not a Tony thing, but it’s important to note that my dad LOVES eggs; he eats A LOT of eggs. Like. Just eggs. No dinner plans?? Don’t worry, my dad is already cooking four MILLION eggs.)

•  Using commas after emojis? Throwing shade at her husband (whom she loves very much, I promise)? The pun? Being responsible and going shopping? Okay, Pepper.

•  She just EXPOSED my dad like that. Pepper would do that. me: oh that’s smart! her: no. he’s just a mess.

•  Next, I would like to get into the story of how my dad proposed to my mom. He had this whole nice evening planned!! I mean, like, fancy dinner, I’m pretty sure there was a walk on the beach in there somewhere, and it was a perfect setup! Very cute, very wholesome! Obviously I wasn’t there, but I imagine it was a solid idea.

•  Of course, his dumb ass got too excited, so as soon as my mom got in the car to go to said nice evening, he just? Whipped out the engagement ring and proposed right there. In the car. Like a dumbass.

•  But a SOFT dumbass.

•  It has Pepper and Tony energy because 1) Tony would definitely be too excited to wait. Like when they needed to give the press news so he impulsively went, “Oh, I could just propose to Pepper, duh.” 2) He would also 100% have a whole evening planned and then never utilize it like?? big Tony energy. He is entirely capable and willing to put lots of thought into romantic gesture, but does he? No, he just GOES FOR IT 3) My mom brings this story up sometimes and sounds (faintly) annoyed but she… still said yes. So, clearly it wasn’t that bad

•  The only other one I can think of (at the moment) involves my brother. He was super young and hadn’t learned to speak. Hadn’t said his first word yet. My dad was driving him somewhere, as dads occasionally do, and someone cut my dad off. Suddenly slamming on the breaks, my dad yelled, “FUCK,” as dads often do. 

•  Now, my brother was very small, but he knew how to make some noises. So, what did my brother do? Yup, he sat in the back seat, going, “f… fu….. fff….” and meanwhile my dad was sitting in the front seat like

“DON’T, MY WIFE WILL NEVER LET ME HEAR THE END OF IT IF YOUR FIRST WORD IS FUCK”

•  Like. Tony would. Evidence??

•  bonus:

[remedial-wit]

Hey if Peter porker was bitten by a radioactive pig does that mean he was originally just a normal spider which just happened to be called peter porker...?

What

[sandrasoapbox]

Peter 3 and Peter 1 can't find Peter 2 in a crowd.

Peter 3: "This calls for desperate measures."

Peter 3 (used his hands as a megaphone): "PETER 3 IS LAME!"

Peter 2 (swings across the room): "Tell yourself that you're amazing!"

Peter 3: "There he is."

[acecorvid]

I’m thinking either dance class or yoga class for Spideyfam or Spideypool...

It's been two years since I've updated the series "This Spideyfam Has Two Dads" so if you wanna start at the beginning: here ya go. This will be part 12 in the series of Spiderfam adventures.

“I’m not as young as I used to be,” Peter moaned, muscles stretching in ways that were going to give him trouble for the next month. Despite his morning stretches—that he performed most mornings, if he remembered, sometimes he remembered—he wasn’t feeling particularly fit anymore. “Aw, that’s why you gotta stretch out, old man!” Of course it was Gwen, the spider that moved like a graceful dancer with ballet slippers to boot, who pointed this out. She didn’t do it maliciously. All of the spiders were trying to help him get back into shape so he didn’t throw out his back at least once a month. Sure it healed but it wasn’t entirely pleasant every time. Hence, yoga classes instructed by some youtuber that Gwen had discovered. She was disappointed that a yoga youtuber from her verse didn’t exist in Miles’ verse (or she wasn’t a yoga teacher on the internet in this one), but she said this one had the most similar vibe that made her feel relaxed and productive. Peter found it to be a mild form of torture...

but the others seemed to enjoy it. Even Noir, still clad in their coat and mask, was happy to participate—and was much more limber than Peter could ever hope to be anymore. Surely it would be easier without the trench coat but Noir never took it off, but no one in the Spiderfamily questioned it. They all had their quirks, their secrets, and they respected everyone else’s. “You know, it’s not really fair to do yoga when one of us defies the laws of physics…” Miles grumbled as he shifted into a much more complicated pose that Peter decided he was going to sit out on. Pan to Peter Porker, body stretched beyond logic. Looking more like a pretzel than a man or a pig. “The problem is your minds are too narrow to understand the right way to break those laws,” Porker replied, moving to the next pose in a way that hurt Peter’s mind and spine to watch. “It’s like he doesn’t have bones…” There was a sort of fascinating horror in Porker’s cartoonish abilities. On one hand, it was amazing and hilarious to see the kinds of things he was capable of. On the other, it was downright mind boggling and disturbing to witness. They’d all accepted the multiverse and their many differences, but coming to terms with cartoon physics existing was a lot harder to accept than this verse saying “you PUNT miette” instead of kick. Peter still had no sweet clue how old Porker was, or if age mattered in the same way for a cartoon pig. Though to be perfectly honest, all of the spiders were toddlers from his perspective. A man closing in on his forties had no business being a superhero when there were other younger spiders (with essentially his powers) able to take over when he could barely manage to do intermediate yoga poses without wanting to detach his stiff and aching limbs. Keeping up with the kids was difficult sometimes but what it really came down to was Peter’s unwillingness to sit back and let a bunch of kids do his job alone. He remembered what it was like: sixteen, completely alone, the fate of a city resting solely on his inexperienced shoulders, juggling secrets and homework and nemeses. He couldn’t retire when he could still do his part to help, to be a support for this unusual family of vigilantes trying to heal from their trauma by making the world better. “You alright, Pops?” Peter blinked out of his reverie to see all the spiders gawking at him as he laid in defeat on his yoga mat. “Just taking a break,” he grunted, forcing his old body to co-operate and focus on completing the next yoga post. Next to him, Gwen didn’t look like she believed him but she didn’t press. They fell into a comfortable silence as they moved through the next round of poses. Peter tried his best not to get distracted but he caught Gwen’s eye after he pulled off a particularly difficult pose for him. There was a fierce proudness in her eyes and it was almost too much for him, seeing how much she cared about him staying active. She easily slipped into the role of surrogate big sister and somehow landed them in the ‘struggling dad needing to rely on the assistance of the eldest kid’ trope. Peter wouldn’t have been happy with this development except her version of taking care of him was similar to the snarky scolding he would get from Aunt May, combined with the soft understanding of a strangely shared trauma. Not to mention it was also their deal. Watch over each other. “Oh hey, family yoga?” Wade’s voice interrupted the yoga lady’s instructions as the door flew open behind them. No one was expecting him back today, but no one could ever really expect Wade. He showed up without any warning, texts, phone calls, but—which he found was lacking in the Deadpool from his old verse—he usually showed back up in one piece and not entirely as bloody as one would imagine for his line of work. He made a big effort not to worry the kids when he could help it and Peter appreciated that. “Dad Number 3!” Miles called out. He attempted to turn his body mid-pose to greet him but ended up falling onto his mat the moment he lost his balance. “Wow, lookin’ good B!” Peter

could feel Wade’s eyes on his ass without even turning around. He flushed immediately but that was mostly from the pose that had positioned him with his ass in the air right before Wade walked in the door. Of all the coincidences… Of course Gwen chose that moment to stand up abruptly and clap her hands. “Okay gang! Let’s pack up the yoga mats and break into teams to patrol the city!” “Gwen, it’s only three o’clock.” Miles looked up at her in confusion. “I know ‘crime never sleeps’ but the city’s probably-” “Oh, Miles,” Peni shook her head, walking over to pat his head. “So young, so naive.” “You’re like twelve, Peni.” “I’m fourteen. Now, let’s go! I wanna kick some early worm bad guy butt!” “That’s the spirit, kiddo!” Gwen high-fived her and ushered the rest of the spiders out the door before Peter or Wade had the chance to comment. “So,” Wade’s smooth voice was suddenly right behind Peter’s ear. His body a warm and solid presence slowly pushing up against him. “Working on your… flexibility, huh old man?” Peter had to admit, there were definitely other benefits to staying active that did not involve superhero responsibilities.

[machiavelien]

Idk if this is too hard or not but do you mind doing an art to match your recent Spideyfam blurb, that blurb is super adorable and melted my heart of cuteness*inserts a puppy dog eyes emoji* have a good day and most importantly a kick-ass valentine's

You're so sweet, nonny! Happy Valentine's to you too!

See the full image with the Spideyfam drabble here 💕