thanks again to the anon for these pictures!

This Town || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: okay i’m so happy that you’re taking requests again and i was wondering if you could do a peter x reader based on the song ‘this town’ by niall horan??.]]

Omg anon I absolutely adore this song???

I hope this meets your expectations ahhhhh ♡

also! I want to dedicate this to @toms-spidey because they were just so kind to me last night! I found myself smiling so much, and I just ugh, thank you for making my night ♡ you’re the best, Charissa!

please Picture Tom Holland’s spiderman/Peter Parker for this story!!

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: a dash of angst with some fluff in the end ♡

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

Don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!


{everything comes back to you.}

Peter Parker was truly a pathetic man. Even at 23, he still felt as though he hadn’t learn a damn thing.

All his life, he had only loved one girl, and the same girl was quickly slipping through his fingers.

Peter had met [Full Name] on the day he moved in with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben in their two bedroom apartment. He was quiet when he first moved in with them and felt terribly homesick. His parents had just passed away, and he always felt like he didn’t belong, like he didn’t have a place to call home.

Not used to being in such an unfamiliar home, Peter wakes up in the middle of the night. He throws back the covers and tiptoes out of his aunt and uncle’s apartment with fresh tears in his eyes. Only when Peter was outside of his apartment did he slide down the front door, allowing his tears to fall freely as choked sobs escaped from his chapped lips.

Too caught up in his own misery, Peter didn’t notice the door settled across from him open, nor did he see the young girl who wiped the sleep away from her eyes as she stepped closer to him. The girl notices his trembling form first when she kneeled down next to him. She doesn’t ask any questions, just simply wrapped her arms around his back.

Peter felt a pressure behind him and immediately stiffened, looking up to see a girl around his age gazing at him with comforting (color) eyes. Seeing the cute girl, Peter felt his face redden with embarrassment, knowing that his face was a mess of snot and salty tears. In a vain attempt to clean himself, Peter wipes his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, “I-I uhm, I just-”

“Ssssh, it’s okay. I know that you’re sad. What’s wrong?” The kindness in her voice seemed to ease his tears a bit, the gentle stream stopping to that of momentary droplets when Peter sniffs and admitted to her, “I miss my mom and dad. They died in an accident, and now I don’t have anyone.”

The girl was quiet for a few seconds, not saying a word. Suddenly, Peter felt her arms wrap around his form, bringing him closer to her when she tells him with a happy smile, “That’s not true! You have me from now on! I’m [Name], what’s your name?”

As if all of his sadness melted away from just being near her and seeing her smile, Peter felt his tears stop altogether before he flashed her his own tiny smile, “I-I’m Peter.”

And they had been inseparable since.

{and i want to tell you everything, the words i never got to say the first time around}

When Peter realized his true feelings for [Name] at the ripe age of 15, what prevented him from confessing to her was his own cowardice.

[Name] was just so beautiful and kind. She was raised by loving parents who taught her to be forgiving and fair, and Peter was honestly so grateful to them for the fact that this amazing girl existed. Without [Name] in his life, Peter was sure that he would turn into some cynic who hated life in general.

He would always be grateful for the unconditional love [Name] had given him, and he had every intention of telling her his feelings-

until the bite happened.

When the radioactive spider had bitten him during a class field trip, he tried to act like he was okay. That nothing would change.

But as the days past, and his body would suddenly feel feverish, he could feel something changing from within him. When he woke up the next morning to see that his body had become less scrawny and a bit more filled with some muscle, his aunt and uncle had been pleasantly surprised. Despite their initial shock, they passed it off as Peter going through puberty and thought nothing of it.

And how oh so wrong they were in the end.

Peter wouldn’t realize his power until a few days later, and it wouldn’t be until a tragedy struck that would change him into the superhero he was today.

Realizing that he could sense things before it happened, coupled along with how weirdly strong he became (along with his abilities to climb walls), Peter began to abuse his powers. He strayed far away from [Name] and his aunt and uncle, not answering any of their concerned calls or texts as he explored the city without a single hint of fear.

Wearing a makeshift mask, Peter would wander around Queens, and whenever he saw one of his bullies, he would pick a fight with them. Knowing that they couldn’t stand a chance against him, he would beat them within seconds, having them cry out as they begged for him to stop.

The rush he felt back then had been indescribable as he thought to himself, So this is what it feels like to be on top.

One late night, when he was bored with picking fights, he felt someone run into him. He looks to his front to see a shady man wearing a torn hoodie carrying a loaded bag in his hand.


With a scoff, Peter ignored the man’s cries, believing that such crimes were none of his business; that the police could handle it. He was a selfish bastard that truly didn’t have a care in the world for thinking that way.

His Uncle Ben was the first to notice the change in him, and Peter remembers the day he had lost him like it was yesterday.

He walked with Peter around Queens, telling Peter that he had somehow changed for the worst. His behavior was out of character, and he had been making his aunt and best friend worry about him.

“[Name] has come by so many times, only to feel disappointed when you’re not around. She’s been so sad lately, Peter, and she misses her best friend.”

Peter ignored the way his heart clenched at the sound of her name. When his uncle placed an arm on his shoulder, he quickly shrugged it off, “Why can’t you understand that I have changed for the better! I can finally defend myself and-”

Suddenly, gunshots were heard when his uncle quickly pulls him to the ground, “Stay down, Peter!”

“Uncle Ben, wait-” but the older man ignores him, seeing the gunman running toward him when he stops him. The criminal struggles against his uncle for a few minutes before quickly firing his gun, making the bullet lodge directly into his abdomen.

“UNCLE BEN!” Peter stands, catching sight of the guy who ran away as he recognized him as being the same man he didn’t stop that day.

I’m such a fool!

His panicked cries echo throughout the city as he screamed for help. He tried to stop the blood from blooming against Uncle Ben’s abdomen, but there was just so much of it.

A few minutes later, his uncle died while his hands were stained with his blood. Peter would never forget the deep crimson hue that painted his pale skin, serving as a constant reminder that he did this to him.

He had been the cause of his uncle’s death.

Broken and riddled with guilt, Peter didn’t go to school for days, making Aunt May even more worried about him. She told him on so many occasions that Ben’s death was not his fault, but he never believed her. Peter knew the truth; he knew what he did that day, and he had let that criminal run free.

If I had stopped him that day, then Uncle Ben would still be here today!

Consumed with his thoughts and guilty conscience, Peter felt so depressed that he couldn’t even move.

As if knowing that he was suffering, May leaves him alone for a few minutes, not saying a word when a knock was heard against the front door.

He was grateful for the distraction, needing to be left alone when someone knocked at his bedroom door.

“Peter?” He stiffens, hearing her voice as he buried himself deeper into the blankets.

He couldn’t speak, only managing to let out uneven sobs when he felt [Name] lean over him in his bed. She runs a gentle hand through his hair before placing a kiss against his damp forehead, “You have me, you’ll always have me.”

Her words were the catalyst that made Peter suddenly pull her to him, wrapping his shaky arms around her form as he buried his face within the crook of her neck. He cries against her, allowing [Name] to soothe him with her gentle touch.

I love you, but I’m a monster that doesn’t deserve you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, don’t leave me. I need you.

{i saw that you moved on with someone new in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you it’s so hard so hard}

Peter always knew that [Name] was the only girl he would ever love, yet what prevented him from telling her was how he was living a double life.

Using his uncle’s death as his motivation, Peter quickly became a masked hero known as Spider-Man. His alter ego had attracted the attention of many people as he quickly became the protector of Queens.

Through his battles, Peter knew that he made a number of enemies and would never bring himself to involve [Name]. His distance and (feigned) lack of romantic interest in her was what prompted the young woman to find love with someone new.

Although it broke Peter’s heart each time, he tried to convince himself that as long as she was happy, that it was okay.

That he was doing the right thing for her sake.

Yet, every time he saw her, she would give him the most melancholic expression. It was almost an expectant look, like she was waiting for Peter to do something.

But Peter was always afraid to find out what she wanted, constantly reminding himself that [Name’s] safety was of the utmost importance.

Now, years later, Peter realized that things would never break even for him when it came to [Name]. She was engaged to this guy she had been going steady with-

And their wedding was today.

Peter was invited, but he knew that he could never go because it hurt too much. Just seeing the girl of his dreams in the arms of some other man was enough to make his blood boil with an aching jealousy. He knew that if he was at the ceremony, then he would immediately object to the marriage before whisking [Name] away in his arms.

But he couldn’t take her away, regardless of how much he wanted to.

So he drowns his sorrows by swinging around the city, looking for any signs of trouble when he lands against an empty rooftop. His thoughts were interrupted when he sees a white figure in his periphery. Gazing down at the street, he feels his senses begin to tingle when a woman in a pure white dress runs out into the road.

Not even thinking twice, Peter swings downward and captures the woman in his arms, swinging away from the incoming traffic with the woman’s dress fluttering behind her. He doesn’t look at the woman until he lands against another rooftop, “Miss, are you-”

His words die against his throat, seeing [Name] herself in his arms as tears ran down her face. Her makeup was running, and she wouldn’t stop crying when she clung on to the front of his suit, “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Peter feels his heart galloping from within his chest and quickly comforts her, “Ssssh, it’s gonna be okay. What’s wrong, honey? Why aren’t you at your wedding?”

She shakes her head, “Th-There is no wedding. My e-ex, I found him cheating on me before the ceremony, and I feel so awful. B-But maybe this is what I d-deserve.”

Peter’s heart was practically breaking now, “Baby, you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve any of this, so what makes you say that?”

“B-Because all my life, I’ve only ever l-loved Peter!” He stiffens at her confession, feeling her tears soak into his suit when she cried against him, “S-Spider-Man, you have to understand. All of the guys that I have dated always knew that I didn’t completely love them! E-even my fiancé did, that’s why th-there’s no wedding.”

{you still make me nervous when you walk into the room them butterflies they come alive when i’m next to you over and over the only truth}

“Oh [Name], I’m so fucking sorry!”

He catches her questioning glance, already knowing that she was confused as to how he knew her name.

Without a hint of hesitation, Peter rips off his mask, fully revealing himself to [Name]. She gasps as a myriad of emotions ran though her eyes, but one thing rang strong within her expression-

And that was love.

“P-Peter-” he stops her from speaking with a hungry kiss, conveying all of the love he felt for her before crushing her to his chest. “I’ve loved you for forever now, since the time I had lost my parents and you had promised me that I always had you; since the day I lost my uncle and you were still with me as I made a silent promise to myself to become a hero that you could be proud of.”

[Name’s] sobs didn’t lessen, even when she smiled and jokingly punched him in his chest, “Y-You jerk! How could you keep such a secret from me?”

He flashes her an apologetic smile before hugging her again, “I’m sorry. All I wanted to do was protect you.”

“Jerk, I’ll never forgive you!“ [Name] looks away from him, sniffing a bit before slowly continuing, "But…I-If you want to make it up to me, then you have to listen carefully to what I say next.”

Peter lifts up her chin so that she was looking at him. Even with her makeup running as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, Peter swore that she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him, “Anything, I’ll do anything. I would take a bullet for you, walk through glass and open fire for you. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll do it.”

She shakes her head and leans toward him before whispering against his lips, “You silly dork, all you have to do is spend the rest of your life with me to make up for all of the years that we haven’t been together.”

“It’s a deal.” Peter mutters passionately before sealing his promise with a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around her back, finally gathering his courage as he swore to always keep her by his side.

This time, Peter was going to love [Name] like he had been wanting to ever since he was a child.

{everything comes back to you. everything comes back to you.}


BlackPink Reaction #5 - You wear a cute onesi and cuddle them to death

monsta x / black pink/ bts how would they react if you would dress up in a cute onesi and cuddle them to deathxD

still so cute I’m dying TT.TT thank you for requesting anon!!!

Jennie: “Nya~ You’re so cute!!” *squishes you in cuddles* “My heart could just burst!!”

Originally posted by jihcpe

Jisoo: “What brought this on?? Not that I’m complaining!” *you two spend the rest of the night in matching onsie’s, cuddling, watching movies*

Originally posted by hbi-n

Rosé: *blushes* “Oooh, you know just how to cheer me up sweetie~ All I need is you being adorable to make me happy again!”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Lisa: *fangirls and takes thousands of pictures with you posing cutely* “Eeee!! YOU’RE THE CUTEST THING THAT HAS EVER EXISTED I CAN’T EVEN RIGHT NOW!”

Originally posted by lalisani

ask box open~

anonymous asked:

First of all I McFrickin love your art! But I wanna ask how you do your digital ones, I'm starting out with digital art right now and is there a specific app you use or something you downloaded?

th ank you so much anon omg!!! im so happy you think so!!!!

for my digital art i use two art programs mainly!! sai and mischief lemme tell u a lil about them omg and by a lil i mean enough to go under a cut bc i love to babble about art

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hi mink! it's the American nonny from earlier :3 I'm already so cheered by the adorable mink picture... and I love all your art and ships. My fandoms are SW, DC, and Marvel so any of your fav ships from those fandoms would be amazing to see. Thank you again <3

AmericanNon! <333 I’m glad you’re feeling cheerier deary!!! 

Sorry for the delay but I wanted to sketch you up something special! Something sweet and happy and 100% fluffapalooza! I hope you don’t mind but when you mentioned Marvel I decided to go for a ship I haven’t had chance to post on this blog yet but I ADOOOORE!!! ;-) Have some Scarlet Vision cuteness and my love <3

(As always reblogs are loved but please don’t repost this artwork <3)

anonymous asked:

do you think you could give us some beautiful upd8 eridans? ;;;___; AHHH such a good upd8, i hope youre doin good

I can try! I was so happy about seeing the lil fishnerd again!
At first I planned to leave it at one picture, but then my drawing mojo sorta came back and I wondered: isn’t the last thing he would remember being chainsawed in half? So what if: 

I. The sun
shines on my chest,
softly crawls
like children in Mother‘s bed
into my heart.

I I. When the sky is a blue velvet carpet
and the moon lights it up
supported by sparkling stars
and the oak tree makes a picture
of its branches out to the night sky.

I I I. Drawings
from a six-year-old`s hand
makes my heart melt
into deep Self Love.

IV. Writings of Gold,
make my heart shine again.

V. A soft bed
at the end of a long day
stretching my body
until it thanks me
and falls asleep.


Answers to an anon: “The Five”. 

By Victoria Udnæs

anonymous asked:

vicbourne ;))

thank you very much, anon! (you know i’m always down to gush about vicbourne)

  • Who said “I love you” first - victoria. she probably shouted it at him, out of the blue, unexpected. he could hardly believe it. he never thought he would hear those words again.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background - victoria, because we all know how obsessed she is. she thinks he doesn’t know, but he’s seen it. it made him blush.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror - victoria. she’ll put their initials in hearts, or write his nickname out, or do some other teenage-y thing that will make him laugh later. he sometimes writes replies, but she’ll never see them.
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts - william is the BEST at gift giving. he’ll just constantly be giving her flowers and plush toys of dogs.
  • Who initiated the first kiss - william. he was gentle with her, tentative. guiding her. teaching her. it happened in the low light, beneath the stars.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning - william will watch victoria sleep in the mornings for a while, counting himself lucky, enjoying how peaceful she looks, before placing a kiss gently on her cheek, or forehead, or eyelid, and she’ll wake up, drowsy but happy.
  • Who starts tickle fights - victoria. every. time.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower - victoria.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch - william. he arrives arrives with picnics in the summer, and they sneak away to eat together in the sun.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date - victoria. she’d never been in love before, and she did not know what to expect. she was afraid, but he was kind and soft. he made her laugh, made her feel at ease. and his gaze, green and gold, made her breath catch in her throat.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders - william. he’s not a fan of spiders either, but needs must.
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk - they both will. they’re very rarely drunk at the same time, so the other is sober and laughing at them. victoria gets drunk and declares that she wants to dance with him, and then sings to him as they dance about how much she loves him. he tells her to be quiet, or the neighbours will hear. william gets drunk and suddenly becomes very emotional. he’s normally so composed, but he’ll just get teary about how nice she looks and how happy she makes him, and he’ll make a racket, too.

send me a ship

anonymous asked:

hi hi!! remember that anon who requested smiley king george iii and you drew him with like the pink and red and stuff and?? I just wanted to let you know I am... still... looking at it and I'm still in love with it and I'm still so incredibly grateful you did that for me like I look at it everyday on my phone when I get anxious, and that happens a lot haha I just wanted to say thank you again for such a pretty pretty picture I'm still so amazed!!! It helps me so much aaaa sorryhahabye /)>w<(\

Oh god I’m super flattered!! Thank you so much um, I’ve never pride myself in drawing kg3 now I’m really happy about it HAHAHA have a nice day!!

anonymous asked:

For your anon: Stevie's eye makeup from back then was quite a popular style back then and there are many guides from 60s/70s fashion magazines on how to do it. It was a revisit of 30s styles and became 'in vogue' again during the 60s. You can find pictures of stars in that era like Audrey Hepburn, Sharon Tate, Edie Sedgwick wearing very similar looks. It most likely became popular mainstream then due to Twiggy, who claims she got the idea from Pattie Boyd, who did her eye makeup like that.

Thank you anon, this is really cool. :)

I’m going to try to find time tomorrow to watch the documentary again and post her exact quote too. 

anonymous asked:

hi!! I'm the original bumblee anon and can I just say thank you!! Any time I've tried to ask what people see in the ship I'm immediately torn down for being "stupid" or something of the like. You calmly explaining it and not belittling me has actually given me a lot more perspective into the ship and makes me feel better about it. Thank you again.

Of course :) I was happy to - any excuse to pull pictures from the show and talk about my team lol. 

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've been following your blog for, well, nearly a year now. When you were basically posting just Opm, and despite how it's steered towards other things, I've remained a follower. I am deleting my blog soon, as I'm no longer in the fandom. Going through my posts I seen a picture you drew of Genos in a sweater. Clicking on your blog I was surprised, looking back on your art and now, you improved so much, You've come so far as an artist, and I'm just so proud of you!

I’d just like to say thank you, this message really means a lot to me?? This is honestly the sweetest thing ever and I didn’t even think anyone followed me from back then, since I kinda accidentally deleted my blog and all;; But!! This really encourages to keep me going!! I don’t know who you are, but I wish you the best and hope you have the most amazing day!! All the love your way, and for the sake of old times,

Until The Neighbours Know My Name - Daryl Dixon Imagine

anonymous asked:
Hi! I just discovered your blog and I LOVE IT, your writing is beyong amazing! And I wanna ask you for an imagine that includes this sentence “I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name” . I saw that phrase in a picture of Daryl and I couldn’t take out of my mind. Maybe the story can be in Alexandria’s and involves a girl that lives there and likes Daryl since he and his group arrived, the rest you can make it as you want! Thank you ️ - Hi anon, thanks so much for requesting this, I hope you like it! :) 

You look over at Daryl once more, since you guys went on that run a few days ago he’s not been too far from your thoughts. But then again, since you laid eyes on him he has been a permanent feature in your mind. More than one night has passed where you’ve gently stroked yourself imagining it’s Daryl’s hands making you moan and not your own. He looks over at you and smiles, and you feel your face flush and look away. Ashamed that he can tell what you were thinking, you feel the skin behind your ears prickle slightly. You stand up and quietly leave the meeting, needing fresh air and distance between you and the man who occupies your thoughts.

Daryl looks up and notices her gone, he’s been thinking about her since they got caught in a tiny room at the back of shop during a run. She was pressed up so close to him, he could feel himself react to her. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice, and at least if she did, she didn’t let on. He glances up to the front of the room and sees Rick listening to Jesus as he addresses the group. It’s just routine stuff; he doesn’t need to be here. He stealthily leaves the room, and goes outside in search of her.

You let yourself into the house and throw yourself on to the sofa, overcome by the heat of the day you get lost in your thoughts and close your eyes.  You think of Daryl’s blue eyes and the way you felt his excitement pressing against your leg in the tiny storeroom. You think of his hands, big and rough and his biceps. You stroke your hand over your stomach and rub yourself gently, your breath coming out slow and ragged. You move your fingers in circles through your jeans and bite your lip at the sensation. ‘Need a hand?’ 

You shoot up at the sound of Daryl’s voice, he’s looking at you with lust in his eyes and an amused smile playing across his mouth. He kicks the door shut with his foot and clicks the lock in place. You stand up ‘Daryl..I erm..’ No words will form, he walks over to you, he’s a bit taller than you and you have to look up into his face. He puts a finger on your mouth ‘Shh..’ The look in his eyes is intense and you can feel a static energy in the air, surrounding you, smothering you and making you alert to his presence. He trails his finger down your neck, over your breasts, and slowly strokes down your stomach. When he reaches your jeans he stops and smiles at you. Your eyelids flicker, and you look at him with hooded eyes ‘Please don’t stop.’ He undoes the button on your jeans and slowly pulls them down your legs, he gets on his knees and looks up at you as he gently kneads your clit with his thumb, through your lace panties. ‘I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.’ He smiles at you once more and as he gently sucks on your clit, your throw your head back and grip your hands in his hair.

anonymous asked:

I'm here all alone, waiting for the new patch and the new cutscenes, where I hope we'll see more Ardyn So you can take more amazing picture And I can lick the screen of my pc once again

Oh- lord oh joy. 

I- Cannot find the words… I just can’t.

Thank you Anon. Thank you very much. I shall try my best to full fill your wishes upon you. And bless you with more Ardyn content should these indeed arise.

Take care, anon. May you lick your PC screen in full glory! …

thunderlord32  asked:

Hey, I saw the post of billy and the post of the Anon hate. Let me just start off to say, I knew it wasn't pedophilia from the start. As you never went near that stuff in the first place and it doesn't seem your style. Secondly. The way the anon was talking. It felt to me like it was a butthurt little ass. Please, don't let people who hide behind anons to harass you. You did absolutely nothing wrong. And If possible, do you think to can post that picture back up. I only glanced at it

Than you so much for saying that.

Sorry for the late reply. Im glad some people didnt see the drawing the wrong way. But I hope it is ok for you that I dont re upload that drawing. I’d rather not get into this situation again.:(

 But thank you so much…

anonymous asked:

I remember in the past you had long picture essays about various things like why gintoki was the one who wrote the letter to hijikata or just cool meta things. I can't find it again (in on mobile if that makes a difference) and was wondering do you have a tag for those essays? I love reading them so yeah. Thanks!

Oh, god, I don’t think of them as essays lol They’re just me trying and mostly failing to express myself in the form of overzealous rants. I’ve managed to tag quite a few of them and congregated them into one spot. There are many I’ve missed, I’m sure, but this link will connect you to at least some of them. Happy reading!

AN: I hope to have my laptop back later tomorrow night (???) so when I do I can hopefully add all the recent imagines onto the master list and start posting with gifs again 😍. Thank you anon for sending me this request! I hope you like it love! *i do not own the picture, found on google. PLEASE ignore any and all sleeping and autocorrect errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: Hi I love your work can I please have a imagine were the reader tells pietro that they’re pregnant

((I am going to do this one a little different than the request. I have already had one or two pregnant reader ones, so I am going to focus mainly on what Pietro would be like as a father ^_^ I hope that is okay!))

Warning: a lot of mentions of puke (not the rainbows and glitter kind either)

~“Papa Maximoff”~

You sucked in some air as you rolled on your side to try to ease the shifting in your stomach. Your belly had been upset all day, but the pain had hit its peak, forcing you to excuse yourself from your training with Steve and retire to your room early.

Nausea came in waves, you could practically feel your face getting green. You tried the normal things; you took a shower, drank some hot tea, swallowed a few stomach-relief pills, but none of it lifted the blanket of sickness that seemed to suffocate you.

You rested your head on one of the pillows on your bed and flicked on your TV. Nothing good was on, so you just settled on watching the local news cast tell you about the weather. Honestly, you didn’t care what you were watching, you just needed a distraction.

“Babe, you in here?”

“Come in.” You called to Pietro on the other side of the door, groaning as your stomach rumbled and shifted uncomfortably.

“You just disappeared, I thought you were in training?”

Pietro crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to your side, wrapping his arms loosely around you.

Pietro was always very loving and caring for you, something that he rarely showed used on anyone else apart from his twin sister. The two of you had grown quite close since you were introduced to the Avengers program, and eventually (after a few weeks of flirting) you got enough nerve to ask him out. Months had passed since then, and everything was absolutely perfect between the two of you.

“Sorry I left without telling you, I thought I was going to up-chuck on the gym floor.” You said, rubbing your tired eyes with the back of your hand.

“You are sick, dragul meu?” He gently rolled you over so that you two were both on your sides on the bed, facing each other. He ran his fingers over your forehead softly, murmuring, “You look pale, love.”

A large wave of nausea hit you faster than you ever thought possible, causing your eyes to go wide and your belly to twist violently. You shot up into a sitting position on your bed and covered your mouth with your hand, and eventually whatever threaded to come back up slowly settled back to where it was.

Pietro rubbed your back and brought over a garbage can next to the bed, in case you needed it.

“I am going to take you to Bruce so he can check to see what is wrong.” Pietro told you.

“Oh, don’t bother Bruce because of me. I am sure he has more important things to do than tell me I have the flu.”

Pietro ignored your weak words of protest and hooked one arm under your legs and another around your back, pulling you onto his chest and away from the bed.

You pointed to the fuzzy blanket folded at the bottom of your bed, Pietro nodded and snatched the blanket up, tucking you in it like a small baby. You took in its homey smell and familiar touch, and tried to make it ease your discomfort.

Pietro zoomed out of the room and down a few floors to Bruce’s lab. You groaned and rolled your head back against his shoulder as the quick motion of his running hit you, making the bile rise up in your stomach again.

“Sorry about that, love.” He muttered as he looked down at you and rubbed your arms comfortingly.

You saw Bruce get up from his seat at a desk and take his glasses off, a concerned expression falling on his face when he saw the state you were in.

Wordlessly, he cleared some papers and loose things off of a metal lab table and gestured for Pietro to set you down there. You shuttered at the loss of contact when Pietro reluctantly placed you down on the cool surface.

Pietro smiled regretfully at you and helped you wrap the blanket around your shoulders as Bruce gathered some medical supplies.

After a few tests and hours of questions, Bruce drew a conclusion: You, Y/N, were pregnant with Pietro Maximoff’s baby.

~About 19 Months Later~

Willow was just reaching the ten month mark of her her life, and even still, both you and Pietro hadn’t gotten used to having her. Every day there was something new with her, she never stopped surprising you.

“Come here, my baby!” Pietro said with a large grin, which was returned by the little girl a few feet away from him.

You stood next to her with her fingers wrapped around your index to help balance herself as she wobbled on her own two feet.

She awkwardly shifted one foot in front of the other, heavily relying on your grip to keep her up. Giggling, she looked at Pietro with the same bright blue eyes he did.

“Almost there!” He said, holding his arms out to her as she slowly made her way to him.

“P-pa!” Willow struggled to say, jutting a chubby little finger at her father with her free hand, almost as if to tell you where she wanted to go. “Pa!”

Wanda stood in the corner of the room with a small smile twisted onto her red lips, occasionally using her powers to push away small baby toys that were laying on the floor in Willow’s path.

Willow let go of your finger for the last few steps and stumbled foreword, only to fall into Pietro’s waiting arms.

She let out a large laugh as he picked her up and twirled her around. “My baby! Soon you will be running all over the place like me!”

“Pa!” She repeated his name and smiled at him.

You cleared some of the board books and stuffed animals that were scattered along the floor in the aftermath of Pietro’s playtime with Willow.

Wanda came over and helped you, dumping them into a near by plastic toy box. “She is so close to walking on her own Y/N!”

Grinning, you muttered. “Yes, but what if she has a mutation like Pietro? She already has the eyes, and I swore I saw strands of silver in her hair earlier.”

Wanda’s face paled as she thought about a little toddler running around the tower in super speed, along side her brother, always bursting into rooms and fester in the flow.


Both of your heads spun around to see Willow struggling to reach in your direction, her fingers grabbing thin air.

You chuckled and walked over to her, and Pietro reluctantly passed her small, little body over to you. Her mood had changed drastically; she was no longer giggling but rather beginning to cry, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

“I think her teeth are still coming in.” Pietro whispered as he hovered next to the two of you, softly stroking his child’s hair.

Her soft whimpers of pain turned into full out sobbing, and within a single moment Pietro had brought you her binky and her favorite stuffed kitty.

She still hurt, you could tell, but I was no longer unbearable. She clung to her little kitty stuffed animal, named Janie, tightly and snuggled up to your chest.

Pietro leaned his head on your shoulder. “I love her dearly, but any more crying and I think my hair is going to start going grey.”

You snickered lightly and nudge him. “Oh, suck it up Papa Maximoff, this is only the beginning.”