I'm finally updating, this is insane. I finally got some free time on holiday. I'll post about it in my rant book once I get back, because boy do I have some stories😂

Guuuuuuuuuys we hit 4K! I feel like I just got 3K😊 this is so cool, thank you so much😍

Alsoooooo I saw Mission Impossible Fallout and OH MY GOSH. It was so. Fucking. Good. I was just on the edge of my seat the entire time. Ahdkahfjskdhsjalfhajdjfj ever get the feeling where it's so exciting you can't breathe? Just thinking about the movie makes me so gaaaaaah.

And I know I just did a Peter Parker pregnancy imagine but stiiiiiill I've always wanted to make this one soooooooo; here we go.

Peter Parker paced the floor of his Manhattan apartment nervously. Pausing occasionally, he brought a hand through his caramel curls.

"And you're sure we should do this?" He asked, sitting down on the nearby sofa.

"Well what do you propose?" Y/n Parker replied to her husband, a slight chuckle accompanying her words.

"I don't know. Wait a few years and let the baby tell him?" Peter joked, keeping his eyes trained on his wife as she crossed the room to him.

"C'mon, it's not gonna be that bad babe," Y/n said, nestling herself in Peter's legs, reaching her hands down, ruffling his hair a bit.

"Are you kidding? Have you met the man? He'll kill me!" Peter exclaimed, looking up at his wife in shock.

"No he won't. He'll be mad of course. But what can he do about it, huh? This baby is in me whether he likes it or not."

"He's Iron Man," Peter drawled out, shaking his head back and forth.

"Yeah? Well that's funny 'cause to me he was always 'Dad'. And Pete, babe, I know he loves you. It's tough love, sure. But he really does love you, and like his own son. And he may be upset at first, but he'll come around; I know he will," Y/n dug her hands further into Peter's hair, praying that the words she spoke were the truth.

"I love you so much. And I'm so happy about the baby,"Peter wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist, pulling her in closer. He buried his face in her clothed stomach, planting feather kisses around where their baby nestled.

The Audi slowly pulled up into Avenger's Headquarters, Peter's grip sweaty on the leather wheel. He shot his wife one more anxious glance, before getting out of the car and rushing over to open her door.

The two of them walked into the building, hands finding each other along the way.

"Hi Dad!" Y/n put on her fakest smile, shielding her worry from the one and only Tony Stark, as she embraced him in a large hug.

"Ah," Tony sighed contentedly into his only child's hair, tightening his grip. "I've missed you."

"Dad!" Y/n laughed, pulling away, "It's only been a week!"

"I know. But once a week for dinner isn't enough for me. I feel like I hardly see you anymore! Look at you: you're married, you live out of the city... soon you'll have a family of your own," Tony gave his daughter a sort of sad smile, before turning to his protege.

"Pete," he said, extending a hand.

"Sir," Peter took the hand, hugging Tony. After years of knowing each other, Peter had become comfortable around Tony, and vice versa, although he still kept the formality.

"Loosen up Parker," Tony teased, leading the young couple into the dining room. "So, anything new?" He asked, as the three of them sat down at a sumptuous meal.

"No Pepper?" Y/n changed the subject without answering Tony's question.

"She's away on business," Tony explained, digging into his food.

After they were filled with delicious food, the triplet walked into the living room. Tony sat down in a large leather armchair, sighing as he relaxed into it.

"Stressed?" His daughter asked sympathetically, sitting opposite him on a couch.

"Don't worry about me." Tony waved a hand dismissively. Peter and Y/n shared a look.

"Maybe this isn't the right time," Peter hissed under his breath, as he sank back into the sofa next to his six week pregnant wife.

"No. We've waited long enough. Besides, we decided on this week," Y/n whispered back, looking up at her father. "We have some news Dad."

Tony hesitantly returned the stare. "What kind of news?"

Y/n sucked in a deep breath, grasping Peter's hand in hers. "Well... I'm pregnant." She blurted out, instinctively burying her head in Peter's shoulder.

"Pregnant?" Tony repeated quietly, eyes slowly moving from Y/n to Peter. "Parker," he sneered standing up, rage filling his body.

Peter scrambled off the couch, running to stand behind it. "Sir, I-"

"No this is where you zip it alright?! The adult is talking! You impregnated my daughter?" Tony growled, as Y/n rushed towards him, putting her hand on his chest in attempts to foil any plans of attacking her husband.

"Dad please!"

"No! He got my daughter pregnant! Irresponsible! You're barely adults. You did everything too early. You could hardly drink on your wedding day! And now you can't even... rent a car before you have a baby!" Tony yelled, stopping in his tracks. "Unplanned babies never turn out wanted! Do you honestly want this child to grow up its entire life knowing it was a mistake? Look at Y/n! I doubt you'd want your child feeling the same way!" He shouted at his daughter, before pausing, realising what he had said.

Peter's breath hitched and he looked at his wife, who was currently staring straight at her father. "Unwanted?" She echoed quietly, drawing the syllables out on her tongue. Tears easily formed in her eyes, threatening to escape. Unable to keep it in any longer, she ran out the door, headed for the car.

Peter easily caught up with Y/n before she made it five feet out the door, dragging her towards him. "You aren't unwanted," He soothed, gently kissing the temple of her forehead.

"I knew that I wasn't planned Peter... b-but, to hear him call me unwanted or a mistake, it-it," Y/n broke down sobbing again, hitting her balled up fists against her husband's chest. Peter only sighed and wrapped his strong arms around her, rubbing her back lightly.

"You aren't unwanted Y/n." Peter repeated, "Your father doesn't mean that. You know how much he adores you," Peter hushed in her ear, placing small kisses in her hair.

Y/n took a large, shaky breath, before composing herself. "I want to go," she said, fixing her hair, and walking towards the car.

"Y/n..." Peter stayed put, looking over at his wife. "Don't leave it this way. Talk to your father. Please."

"What? No." Y/n shook her head decidedly, pulling on the handle of the locked door. "Open the car please."

Peter drew the keys out of his pocket, but didn't unlock the car. "Y/n please, just hear him out. He deserves at least that."

"Hear him out? What am I supposed to hear him out for! He called me a mistake Peter. A mistake! He said I was unwanted... and that our baby would feel the same way. He deserves nothing."

"Y/n," someone said, but it wasn't Peter. Looking up, Y/n Parker was face to face with her father, who looked a bit worse for wear.

"We're leaving Dad. Right Peter?"

Peter just stood, feet planted in the gravel. "I'm sorry Y/n. But you and your dad need to talk it out."

Y/n glared at her husband for a second, before huffing and facing her father. "Fine. You know what Dad? Just because Peter and I are young, doesn't make this an 'unplanned pregnancy'. And even if it was, does that make our child any less loved? Of course not! Because Peter and I will be responsible and loving parents no matter what. I wish I could say the same about you." Y/n spat.

"Y/n," Tony began, tears filling his eyes as well. "You know that I love you. So much. I don't want you to ever feel like you were unwanted. I... I don't know what I would do without you." Tony walked closer to his daughter, holding his arms out for a hug. Y/n accepted, beginning to cry herself.

"I love you Dad," She whispered into his neck.

"I love you too Y/n."

Alright that was crappy but we're not gonna talk about that, we're gonna talk about this Brothers Trust thing. Like. Woah. It sounds amazing. Honestly I want to donate all of my money to this thing. Ahdhakdhakfjsjsjdj MEETING TOM?! GETTING AN AUTOGRAPHED PHOTO?! GETTING TO HANG OUT ON SET?! I think I'd faint. I want it so badly, but the thought of spending a weekend with Tom makes me want to choke. I think I'd freak out. I'm freaking out just thinking about it. 

Also I don't want anybody to think that if you were unplanned I think that means you were unwanted. Tony was supposed to be wrong and rude in this one, not sharing the blunt truth. You are all loved no matter what😘