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Friendly Neighborhood Watch

I was doing a Pointillism exercise with some kids yesterday, and suddenly thought, "Of course we should combine this classic art form and Spider-man. :) Done with cheap acrylics, because that's what I was using with the kids. Also, the water looks way cleaner here than I imagine it would actually look... so yay, NYC. :)

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Okay! I got something!

Peter comes down with a small cold and Tony is way too overprotective of him. He’s the parent that’s like: “Bed, now. No getting up. You need to rest 24/7.” And Peter is a little annoyed because he’s bored and wants to at least lay on the couch and watch tv. At the same time though, he loves how protective his mentor/dad is of him.

He just wishes Tony could be protective without forcing him on bed rest.

This mini is a combination of two prompts! I just thought they would work really well together and, oh boy, they sure did! I didn't want to make Tony too overbearing but I think I hit all the right notes and what we ended up with is a very soft sickfic. 🥰

Here it is at 966 words!

Rest Assured

“Good afternoon, Mr. Parker,” FRIDAY said, as Peter stepped into the elevator. “The boss is in the penthouse. Is that where you would like to go?”

“Sure. Thanks FRI,” Peter replied, followed by a long sniff. His nose had been running all day, and he’d long since run out of tissues. That had left him sniffling for the majority of his trip to the tower.

“Hey, Kiddo!” Tony greeted as Peter arrived. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

“Sure, Mr. Stark,” he said while quickly scanning the room for a box of tissues. He didn’t see one. “I’ll be there in just a second,” he said as he stepped into the hall bathroom to blow his nose. He washed his hands immediately after. Then on a whim, stuffed another wad of toilet paper into his pocket before exiting.

“What’s up?” he asked while looking over Tony’s shoulder. There was a small hologram projecting from a tablet. It looked like an aircraft.

Tony opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Peter sneezed three times, followed by several sniffs. “Are you sick?” he asked.

“Not really,” Peter said with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just a cold.”

“You should be resting,” Tony replied as if Peter hadn’t said anything at all.

Peter’s eyes widened in mild surprise. “What are you talking about?” he questioned. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re sick,” Tony countered. “And sick people are supposed to rest.”

Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was glad Tony cared enough to be concerned. Even if it was a little disproportionate to the situation. “I think I’ll be okay,” he promised. “What did you want to show me?”

“Nope. That can wait. You shouldn’t be up,” Tony replied without missing a beat. Afterward, he paused, one eyebrow raised. “Does May know you’re sick?”

“I’m barely sick and yes, she knows. She gave me a little packet of tissues this morning and everything.” He said, then sneezed again. That was followed by a grunt of frustration as he wiped his nose. It was starting to get sore.

In an instant, Tony hopped off the couch and closed the tablet. “That’s it,” he clipped. “You’re laying down. I’ll go grab you a pillow and a banket.” After watching Peter wipe his nose with toilet paper he shook his head. “And some actual tissues. I think I have some in the hall closet. Take off your shoes, get comfortable, I’ll be right back.”

“Mr. Stark, I don’t-” Peter began, but Tony was already out of sight. Rather than complete his thought, he sighed. Next he kicked his shoes off and sat down as instructed.

Tony returned moments later with half the linen closet in his arms. He dropped two pillows on the corner of the couch said, “Lay down.”

Unwilling to argue, Peter huffed and put his head on the pillows. He’d barely stretched out before Tony was spreading mutiple blankets over his body. “Are you tucking me in, right now?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe,” Tony quipped. “You got a problem with that, Kiddo?”

Peter laughed as he shook his head and snuggles into the covers. He would never admit it, but he was tired. Although it was easy enough to blame that on a long day at school.

“Okay,” Tony said as he smoothed out the outermost blanket.. “I’m going to grab you some water and cold medicine. Maybe some hot tea. Do you like tea? I’m getting you some tea,”

Amused, Peter asked, “You know this is all very unnecessary, right?”

Tony scoffed and gently knuckled Peter on the side of his head. “Just shut up and let me take care of you, you little punk.”

Before long, there was a plethora of cold supplies strewn across the coffee table. Peter sat up to swallow the tablets and sip at the tea. It was better than he expected. The copious amount of honey was nice, and the steam did wonders for his clogged sinuses.

“Can I see what you were working now?” he asked, once he set his empty mug side.

Tony glanced up from where he’d reengaged with the table and narrowed his eyes. “No. You’re resting,” he said with finality.

“I can rest and look at your schematics,” Peter huffed. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

Tony hummed and reached over to place his hand over Peter’s face.  “Close your eyes,” he said. “You need a nap.”

That lasted for all of two minutes, then Peter sat up. “This is boring,” he said, emphisized by a dramatic sigh.

“It’s supposed to be boring. You’re sick,” Tony replied without ever looking up form his work. “Go to sleep.”

“It’s just a cold, Mr. Stark,” laughed, then sniffed. “I don’t even have a fever.”

“That doesn’t make you any less sick,” Tony easily replied.

“Fine, whatever,” Peter grumbled. Although, he was fully smiling as he snuggled down into the blankets. Five minutes later, he yawned and decided the medicine must have started working because he could breathe through his nose again.

He sighed deeply and allowed his body to relax. Then just as he was right on the verge of sleep, he felt a hand brush through his bangs. “That’s better,” he heard Tony whispered just before a kiss was dropped onto his forehead. That was new, and it caused him to crack one eye open.

“Did you jus’ kiss me?” he sleepily mumbled.

Tony froze, clearly having not expected to get caught. Although he managed to recover quickly. “I sure did,” he confidently replied, then gave Peter’s head a gentle shove into the pillows. “Now deal with it. Go to sleep, Kid.”

Peter giggle languidly and closed his eyes before mumbling, “Love you too, Mr. Stark.”

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Irondad Prompt #171:

Peter: Hey Morgan, can you keept a secrect?? 😉

Morgan: Yeah!

Peter: *whispers something to Morgan*

Morgan: REALLY??? 🤩

Peter: Yeah, really—

Morgan, running off: DADDY!! PETEY WANTS TO CALL YOU DAD!!!!

Peter: 😳

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Domestic Irondad

[I have it, on good authority, that the apron and oven mitts were a gift from Pepper when Peter started hanging around and Tony started baking. 😂 I choose to believe that Rhodey was involved as well.]

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A Goose in the Hand

“Excuse me?” It wasn’t often that Tony managed to surprise his CEO, but he’d succeeded this time. “Can you repeat that?” Pepper’s gaze flicked to two of her assistants, Andrea and Daren, who were waiting for the day’s briefing. It was barely 7:45, and it was way too early for shenanigans of the superhero-variety. “Um, yeah. Giant geese terrorizing Central Park. But now they’re headed up 5th Avenue, and I just wanted to give you a heads up to stay inside if we end up by the Tower.” “Geese, Tony?”

Pepper's POV, and Daren is there assisting however he can.

Part of the post-Homecoming series "Strands in the Rope," which attempts to show how Tony and Peter's relationship might have developed between Homecoming and Infinity War, but can stand alone, also. Mostly. These stories are starting to build on each other a little more as we start counting down time to Infinity War.

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New Mini-Fic!!

Just a lil something that popped into my head the other day. Special thanks to spideysensible (on AO3) for helping me with some of the finer details.

At 717 words, here's a slightly different take on Tony asking Peter to stop calling him 'Mr. Stark.'

Enjoy!

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Tony has been trying to get Peter to call him ‘Tony’ instead of ‘Mr. Stark’ for months. The refusal started as something akin to a game, a bit, something of a joke between them. But the longer it went on, the more bothered he became by it. Eventually, he decided he was going to have to sit Peter down to talk about it. 

“Pete, please. How many times do I have to ask you to call me Tony?” Tony questioned as the two of them worked side by side on the newest iteration of the spider-suit.

“Once more, as always, Mr. Stark,” Peter cheekily replied.

Rather than laugh as usual at the obvious banter, Tony grew contemplative. He understood that amongst the teasing, he’d never made it clear that he was serious. There was a small part of him that was worried he’d let the joke go on for too long. But he wanted to adress it. And after some thought, he decided that initiating that conversation sooner rather than later would probably be best “Hey, kid?” he questioned, already making his way toward the small break area. “Come sit with me for a minute. We need to talk.” He could sense Peter’s unease and smile reassuringly. 

Even so, Peter looked nervous as he crossed the room towards the couch.

“I know we’ve been making light of it- you calling me Mr. Stark. But I wanted you to know that it actually bothers me when you call me that. Mr. Stark is how colleagues, coworkers, reporters, and random strangers address me. But I know you; you’re practically my kid. And because of that, you calling me Mr. Stark makes me feel kind of uncomfortable,” he said. He sighed and ran a hand down his face before reluctantly admitting, “That and, well, it reminds me of my dad.”

Peter bowed his head. Tony placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “You’re fine, Bud. This is on me. I should have said something a long time ago,” he said.

When he was sure Peter had relaxed, he began to explain. “With my friends,” he said, then paused and tilted his head. “With my family- Tony is my preferred name. I would really appreciate it if you could try to call me Tony.”

Peter nodded his head a bit at his lip. “I mean, I can totally work on that but-” he said hesitantly began. “But I’m probably going to mess up a lot. It’s just that my Aunt May- and my Uncle Ben when he was here- they taught me that it wasn’t good manners to call an adult by just their first name. They said that calling them mister or misses was a sign of respect and I just really want to show you that respect Mr. Uh- Tony.”

“Would it help if I told you that using my preferred name, is being respectful?” Tony suggested.

Peter nodded his head. “I know that. I do. And I want to. It’s just that it’s a habit that’s been drilled into my head since I was a little kid. And I know that’s not an excuse! But just wanted you to understand why I might mess up.”

“I appreciate you sharing that with me, Bud,” Tony said, smiling softly. “And while we’re on the subject, is there anything you would prefer I did or didn’t call you?”

“Do I have to tell you why?” Peter asked, looking up through his lashes.

“Of course not. We’re setting boundaries here, and boundaries don’t require an explanation. Not unless you decide you want to give one.”

“Well, there’s this one nickname,” Peter whispered. “You’ve never used it! But since you asked, I, uh- I don’t like to be called Einstein. Like, at all.”

Tony was a little confused but flourished his hand in acceptance all the same. “Done, deal, Kiddo” he quipped. “I can handle that. Anything else?”

Peter promptly shook his head.

“Great. You let me know if that changes, though. Alright, Kiddo?” Tony requested, hoping to keep the door open for future conversations.

To his relief, Peter agreed. “Perfect,” he said, hIs words accompanied by a genuine smile. “Ready to get back to those suit upgrades?”

Peter smiled between Tony and the workspace, replying, “Yeah, Tony. We definitely should.”

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dude YES

lol usually a writer on tumblr but now i can show u what i mean by 'bloodied lips' and 'staring at the nape of his neck':

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yo I love this

Irondad Prompt #169:

Tony, googling: How to take care of sick teenagers

Google: Autocorrects to “toddlers”

Tony: *glances back at Peter*

Peter:

Tony: Eh, close enough!

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the amount of times I’ve watched this interview, though

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this, and also i always have a tab with thesaurus.com pulled up 😂

Being a writer is just 97% googling words to make sure they mean exactly what you always assumed they meant.

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It’s still Father’s day in Australia right now for another two minutes, so enjoy this quick sleepy spiderson picture being a total koala to his Irondad! Hope you have a great day everybody!

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I LOVE THIS TROPE💕

(Also head-canon Tony put a sticky note with his initials on Peters forehead when sending him home)

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A papercraft commission for @the-gabardine-fox of Tony and Peter chillaxing at the end of a long day of hero business, chitchatting about the Tesseract! (On a crane, because I think cranes look neat.) 

I love getting to make art of characters having enthusiastic conversations. 

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the two december moods, but make it irondad

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non fanfic post/mental health stuff:

whew seasonal affective disorder is kicking my ass this week. big time. 

I still do not have motivation to post or write fanfic. I’m hopeful that will return soon. especially since I’ve been working on my college peter winter break sickfic for like 6 months now and I’m excited about it lol

yesterday my sister took a day off to hang out with me and it really helped a lot ❤️ she's a huge K-Pop fan and after a day of videos I accidentally got addicted to BTS. I'm baby ARMY now. and you better believe Jungkook is my bias and Jimin is my bias wrecker 😂 

just gonna take another day to watch BTS dance practice videos and then we'll be back to our regularly scheduled irondad in no time :)

take care of yourselves, friends. you all matter so much. love you all ❤️

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for some reason I have zero motivation to post my chapter today. same with my winter fics. trying to resist the urge to move every single WIP to the Trash Pile™ 😬 maybe tomorrow will be better? 

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mj but make it sad