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Sick Day

A/N: Had no clue what to write about, so here you go. Enjoy!

Summary: You and Peter got sick, but that doesn’t stop him from taking care of you.

The moment you opened your eyes you felt absolutely awful. Your head hurt, your stomach hurt, and you had the chills. So what did you do? Called for Peter until he got up of course.

“Daddyyyy!” You whined, clutching your stomach. When you didn’t get a response you called again.

“Dadaaaaa!!” You whined again, louder and more desperate this time. That’s when you heard the distinct sound of Peters slippers skidding across the floor.

“I’m here baby.” Peter said groggily making his way to your crib as you continued to whimper.

“You too huh?” Peter asked running his hand through his hair.

“Don feel good.” You whimpered as you motioned to Peter you wanted up.

“Let’s go check your temperature ok?” Peter asked lifting you up and making his way into the kitchen. He set you on the counter and you watched as he went through the drawers, trying to find the thermometer.

“Here we go.” Peter said holding up the thermometer.

“Can you say ahhhh?” He asked opening his mouth as a demonstration.

“Ahhhh” You copied as he put the cold metal thermometer under your tongue. When it beeped Peter took it out of your mouth and checked what it said.

“Yup, that’s a fever alright,” Peter said as he checked his own temperature. “Anddd that would make both of us.”

“Daddy sick too?” You pouted.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. You know why?” Peter asked as you shook your head.

“Because I can hug and kiss you all I want.” He said peppering your face with wet kisses as you squirmed around.

“Ok.. I know you don’t like this part, but you need some medicine to help you feel better.” Peter explained, grabbing the medicine bottle from the cabinet and pouring some in the cup.

“No.” You tiredly whined, pushing the cup in Peter’s hand away.

“I know you feel bad, but you still have to listen to me,” Peter warned.

“How about daddy drinks it first ok?” He asked as you nodded.

He downed the medicine and tried his best to keep a straight face. He wouldn’t lie, it was awful, but he had to pretend it wasn’t to get you to drink it.

“Yucky?” you quizzed Peter trying to search his face for any signs of disgust.

“It’s not that bad.”

He handed you a now filled cup of the stuff and you stared at it for a while, but if Peter could do it so could you. When the medicine hit your tongue you immediately wanted to spit it out, but instead you just swallowed.

“Good girl, how about we watch some cartoons huh?” Peter asked scooping you back up in his arms.

You both lied on the couch for awhile. You were on top of Peter listening to the steady beat of his heart, as you sucked on his finger. He didn’t usually let you do it, but you were sick and he figured you’d suffered enough. And that’s what you two did for the rest of the day.

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A/N: Sorry it’s so short, it’s been in my drafts for a long while now and I got kinda stumped while writing it. Hopefully you enjoyed it though. If you want me to write another, just leave a request and i’ll likely make it by the next day. Bye!

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Idk where my Harries are… but you’re telling me he’s taking a break for FIVE YEARS? When I heard this news I was in a bad mood for days, I STILL AM 😭😭😭😭

[my-quackson]

Late, but all of the songs on the Made In the A.M album. The sad thing is I never actually stopped listening to this album, I’m stuck in 2016 😭.

the current song stuck in your head .. go !

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Picking Favorites

After spending a lot of time in the Avenger’s tower, you started to grow a liking for the Avengers, some more than others. Your very favorite was Peter because he was always caring and knew how to make you laugh.

When Peter wasn’t an option you always asked for Steve. He was always very protective, but the perfect person to go to when you wanted cuddles.

The only other person you would go with besides Peter and Steve, was Thor. He was both humorous and a great pillow.

You had nicknames for all three of the superheroes. Peter was Daddy, Steve was Dada, and Thor was Papa.

You could probably imagine the problems you ran into with your preferences, like this afternoon.

……………………

You were in the living room with Tony as he showed you some new gadget he had made, when Thor walked in and his eyes immediately met yours.

“Hello baby, I missed you.” Thor greeted.

“Papa.” you said making grabby hands at him, prompting him to immediately pick you up. He sat you both on the couch and he rocked you in his arms, he could stay here forever.

But Steve just had to make an entrance, leaving Thor disappointed knowing you would want the super soldier instead. He knew you loved him, but you had your preferences.

You immediately started squirming in Thor’s grasp as you saw Steve entering the room. Thor didn’t loosen his grip though, he wanted to cuddle and wasn’t about to let Steve ruin that. You whimpered and whined when the god wouldn’t let you get to Steve, so you called out for him.

“Dada.” You croaked, making Steve turn his head in your direction and immediately light up.

“Well hello my baby, you want up?” Steve asked reaching out for you as you nodded your head. Thor just sighed in defeat and let Steve take you, knowing Peter would be there any minute.

Steve bounced you up and down lightly as he asked about your day. While Thor watched from the couch chuckling to himself as he saw Peter approaching.

“Hello everyone.” Peter greeted, setting his book bag down. Steve noticed Peter had made an entrance and internally groaned. He tried his best to keep your attention on him though, distracting you with funny faces.

That was until Peter approached you both.

“Hello cutie.” Peter said rubbing his thumb over your arm to grab your attention. You immediately lit up and gave him grabby hands.

“C’mon kid, don’t turn on me now. Just cuddle with me for 5 more minutes.” Steve begged.

You looked between the two, you hadn’t seen Peter in a while, but you haven’t been with Steve for that long.

“But wanna go with daddy.” you pouted, pushing on his chest.

“Fine, go with Peter like you alwayyys do.” Steve said playfully, handing you over to Peter.

You sat in Peter’s lap satisfied as you played with his fingers. Across the room Thor and Steve watched, shaking their heads. Maybe tomorrow.

[my-quackson]

fancy writing some angst? maybe an reader has been punished for something they didn’t do and her gc only relies after?

i don’t mind any c!g you fancy

❤️❤️

Misunderstood

A/N: Thanks for the amazing request, enjoy!

Summary: You were blamed for breaking Peter’s brand new phone, when you were only trying to fix Natasha’s mistake.

You were in the living-room watching your favorite show as Peter played with your hair and whispered sweet nothings to you, when Steve called for him.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” Peter said kissing your temple, setting his phone down on the TV stand, and leaving the room.

That was when Nat walked in, she looked distressed, and started opening all the drawers and closing them violently. She got to the TV stand and did the same, quickly slamming the drawer and leaving the room when she didn’t find what she was looking for.

In the process she knocked Peter’s brand new phone off the stand, which he had gotten 4 days prior. The phone hit the floor hard and the screen smashed. You just stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

If Peter found out, he would be very upset. So trying to fix the situation, you got up and started picking up the broken pieces. It was just your luck that Peter walked in.

“No no no no no! Baby, what have you done?” Peter said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It not my fault, Nat came in a-“ But it was no use, Peter wasn’t going to believe you.

“Really? Honey, Nat isn’t even here. Now look at what you’ve done, you broke daddy’s, very expensive might I add, new phone.” Peter said examining his now beyond repair, broken phone.

“But daddy-“ You tried to reason.

“No buts, you’re getting a timeout, early bedtime, and no cuddles until you decide to tell daddy what really happened.” Peter said setting the broken phone onto the stand and leading you to the corner.

You sat in the corner as 10 minutes passed wondering what you did to deserve such a punishment, it was all Nat’s fault. Your cries had turned into sniffles at this point.

Tony walked into the room and saw you slouching in the corner.

“Hey kid, what happened?” Tony asked looking at your tear stained face.

“She broke my phone, then lied about it. I put her in timeout until she wants to tell me the truth.” Peter said from the couch.

“Didn’t do it Ni, Nat made daddy’s phone fall.” You said in between sniffles.

“Well I could always ask Friday to pull up the footage.” Tony offered. You nodded hopefully.

“Friday, show me footage from 20 minutes ago.” Tony asked facing the TV.

“Of course.” Friday replied pulling up the footage.

It showed clearly that Nat had been the one who knocked Peter’s phone off the stand, before rushing out the door quickly, not noticing it.

Peter just watched the footage with his mouth wide open, then he quickly rushed over to you and engulfed you in a hug.

“Daddy is so so so so so so so so SO sorry! I’m so stupid, I should’ve listened to you, baby.” Peter said peppering your face with kisses.

“It ok.” You said leaning into his touch that you had missed, even in the short amount of time you had gone without it.

“No it’s not ok, I should have believed you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll never ever ever do that to you again, ok?” He said while hugging you tightly.

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Hello! I would just like to remind everyone that I take requests, and they’re very much appreciated. Just let me know which avenger you would like it about and what the scene would be. I would love to have more ideas because I want to be consistent, but I’ve kind of run out. I hope you all have a wonderful day!

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Steve the Clueless Babysitter

A/N: Requests are open and very appreciated, if there is anything you would like me to write with a certain avenger let me know! Summary: Peter has somewhere to be, which leaves you to be babysat by someone with no knowledge of babysitting whatsoever.

"Don go." You begged Peter while he carried you into the Avenger's tower. Apparently you were being babysat by one of them, you had no clue who though. "I know, I hate to leave you too, but daddy has to go beat up bad guys." He said making his way into what you assumed was the living room. There were two others in there, one you recognized to be Captain America and the other to be Thor. "I could totally lift that hamm- Oh, Peter you're here." Steve said getting up to face Peter. "Yeah I'm running kinda late, but everything you need is in here and if anything goes wrong just call me." Peter said handing him the bag.

"You be a good girl ok? I'll be back before you know it," Peter said quickly pecking your lips. There was no way you were falling for that, "back before you know it" always meant you'd see him in the morning.

"I'm gonna give you to Stevie now ok?" He attempted to hand you over, but you clung on to him like your life depended on it.

That was until Steve stripped you off of him and settled you on his hip. Curse his stupid super soldier strength.

"Shhh sh sh it's ok. I'm not that bad am I? He'll be back." Steve said attempting to calm you down from the fat tears that were now streaming down your face.

Steve kinda just stood there in the middle of the room awkwardly bouncing you in hopes of calming you down, while Thor watched from the couch poking fun at his little knowledge.

After awhile your cries turned into sniffles. “Are- are you all good now kiddo?” Steve asked as he sat you down on the couch next to the god. You just nodded and rubbed your eyes and whined.

“Umm do you need a nap? Milk? Blanket? Pacifier?”

“No nap.” You said shaking your head.

“Ok… no nap. How about a bottle? Pete said to feed you around this time.” Steve said checking his watch. You just nodded your head.

“Wait here with Thor and i’ll be back with your bottle. Thor don’t let her do anything bad.” Steve stated. Thor just nodded his head and waited for him to leave.

“He’s pretty up-tight huh?” The god asked. You just giggled.

“Wanna try lifting my hammer? You could potentially rule Asgard if you’re worthy.” Thor shared, placing the hammer on the coffee table.

You tried to lift it for a good minute until you realized it wouldn’t work, Thor just watched in amusement.

“I got your bottle.” Steve announced walking over to where you were sitting.

“Alright uh, would you be comfortable with me feeding you?” Steve asked sitting down next to you. You nodded and he pulled you into his lap, laying you down.

He hovered the bottle over your lips allowing you to decide when to start drinking. No one else has ever fed you other than Peter, so it was a new experience.

He just watched as you suckled on the bottle and the adorable noise it made. He cracked a smile while watching you drink and started humming a song that you’ve never heard before.

After you were done with the bottle Steve sat you up, which confused you at first. Then he started gently patting your back until you let out an involuntary burp. Which led your face to burn bright red from embarrassment, earning a chuckle from Steve and Thor.

“How about we watch a movie huh?” Steve asked apparently rhetorically because he didn’t wait for an answer. He got up and turned on Netflix and flicked through the movies.

“Anything in particular you wanna watch sweetheart?”

“Um.. Bambi?”

“haha I LOVE that movie! Wonderful choice youngster.” Thor exclaimed patting you on the head.

Steve clicked the movie and sat down beside you, he smelled like a bar of soap. (Understand my reference or look it up. :])

A quarter through the movie you thought maybe you should have taken Steve’s offer on that nap, you could barely keep your eyes open.

Steve noticed this and put your pacifier in. You fought to stay awake, but you knew sleep had won when you fell onto the super soldier’s chest and fell into a deep slumber.

You woke to the familiar smell of lavender, vanilla, and amber. There was only one person in the whole world you knew with that scent.

“Baby, wake up. You ready to go?” Peter asked as you still were lying on Steve.

“Daddy?” You questioned trying to focus on the person in front of you.

“Yes, that’s your daddy,” Steve chuckled “I guess that means I have to give you back now.” Steve said giving you to Peter and being overly dramatic, pretending to cry.

“Don cry Stevie, I be back.” You stated giggling, earning a smile from Steve.

“Thanks again Steve, hopefully she wasn’t too much trouble.” Peter said facing you accusingly.

“She was a very good girl. I’ll see you later kiddo.” Steve parted, lightly waving.

“Go give him a kiss on the cheek.” Peter whispered in your ear and setting you down.

You approached Steve and gave him the universal sign to be picked up, when he did you pecked him on the cheek and he just about exploded from baby-fever.

He returned it and handed you back to Peter.

“If you ever need a babysitter Pete, you better call me.” Steve warned.

“I will.” Peter said with a chuckle.

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Thunderstorm Comfort from Peter

A/N: It was pouring rain outside, so I figured I’d write this. Enjoy!

You woke up to a loud crash of thunder, you didn’t even think before you pulled the covers over your head and started whimpering. You didn’t know much of anything, but you wanted your daddy.

You felt around the bed for Peter and your hand finally landed on his bicep. How could he possibly still be sleeping? Through this? The second you felt him, you latched onto him like a koala and you had no plans of letting go.

“Mmmm baby? Are you ok?” Peter asked half asleep and rolling over to face you.

“Thun-“ *CRASH* You were trying to explain the thunderstorm to him before you were so rudely interrupted by a dreaded strike of thunder.

“Ohhh.” Peter said sitting up a little. “You were scared huh?” He pulled you into his lap and slowly rocked you both back and forth in hopes of calming you down.

“M-make it s-stop dada.” You said in between sniffles as you cuddled deeper in his chest, hoping for the terrifying noise to go away.

Peter chuckled. “I wish I could baby, how about dada sings you a song? Will that help?” He said with his raspy sleepy voice as he pet your hair.

“I dunno, worf a shot.” You mumbled in his chest shakily.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night.” He sang tiredly.

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly… all your life.” You loved his voice and it almost always calmed you down.

“You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see… all your life. You were only waiting for this moment to be free.”

He moved his hand up and down your back as he sang slowly, pausing between each verse. Until finally you drifted off to sleep and the storm eventually stopped.

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How you met

A/N: This is my first ever tumblr post.... so if it's bad I'm sorry. I've been wanting to do this for a while so here it goes. Also I'm taking requests, so feel free to send one. Littles are also known in this fic.

Summary: Peter had always wanted a little and he was getting more desperate everyday. One night when he was patrolling, he came across what he suspected to be a little.

It was a late night and Peter was on patrol as always. He told himself he wouldn't come home until he helped someone, so he sat on top of a building and waited. He waited for someone who needed saving for what seemed like forever, luckily he was patient...sometimes.

Everything was completely quite, after all it was 10 pm, until all of a sudden he heard something. Crying? He climbed down the building to check it out, when he did he was met with a distraught girl with beautiful y/h/c hair. Why was she upset? He was pretty sure she was a little, she looked like one. Why wasn't she with her caregiver? He was going to find out.

"Hey little one, are you alright?" Peter asked approaching you. You looked up at him with your y/e/c eyes and were astonished.

'That's Spider-Man!' you thought to yourself wide-eyed. You were confused as to why he thought you were a little, but you were too nervous and surprised to correct the man in the red tight suit.

"What are you doing out here all by yourself? Where's your Mommy or Daddy?" He asked getting closer to you and you were now inches apart.

You were confused by his word choice, but it also reminded you of the previous events that occurred before the super-hero arrived. Your parents had kicked you out, you had nowhere to go, so the minute you left you just started sobbing. Spider-Man's question was enough for the water works to start again.

"T-they kicked me out. I d-don't h-h-ave anywhere to go." you whispered in between sobs. That's all it took for Peter to crouch down to your level and engulf you in a hug.

You sobbed into his suit for what seemed like hours until he finally pulled away. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of contact, this only confirmed Peter's suspicions.

'That's it, he's gonna leave' you thought, but he didn't. Instead, he picked you up and shifted you on his hip. You couldn't ignore the fuzziness you felt and as much as you wanted this Spider-Man guy to stay, you weren't a little! So, you did what any non-little would do.

"down, not little" you croaked and pushed on his chest. You blushed as what you thought was going to come out as tough, came out as a babyish whine. He just turned his mask covered face toward you and chuckled a little.

"What kind of super-hero would I be if I left you out here? And if you're not a little, then I suppose you can walk to my apartment instead of being carried?" The masked man said.

You didn't want to walk, so you just buried your head in his shoulder and let him take you to his apartment. You're parents told you never to go home with strangers, but this was Spider-Man, so it seemed ok in your head.

When you got there, he opened the door, ran to his room, and closing the door behind him he placed you on his bed.

"I'm gonna show you something, but you have to promise me you won't tell anyone." So called Spider Guy said.

You held out your pinkie and he chuckled before hooking his finger to yours.

"pomise" your face burned at your mis-pronunciation of such a simple word.

"Mr. Starks gonna kill me." He whispered to himself before taking off his mask.

"Hi, I'm Peter Parker."