One Month To Go! Are You Ready!?

One Month to Go! Are you ready!?

I can't believe that today is the last day of sicktember! I have had so much fun reading all the awesome hurt/comfort, sick fics that I love and I continue to be overwhelmed by the amount of support I receive whenever I post my own work. I have THE BEST READERS EVER. Thank you all!

Without further delay, here is my final @sicktember fic.

Beware the Egg Salad - happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count: 3041 || Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Ned and MJ mentioned)

Summary: Peter decides to buy himself some extra breakfast on the way to school. But not wanting to spend too much of his money, he opts to purchase a half-price egg salad sandwich from the corner store. It obviously doesn’t sit well in his stomach and when May is stuck at work, it’s Tony that has to come and pick him up. It goes about as well as you would expect. [TW for Vomiting]

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

Due to his humble upbringing, Peter Parker was frugal. He liked saving whatever money he received and when he did spend it, it was never all at once. Even the smallest of purchases were weighed heavily, and he rarely paid full price for large ticket items. Patience was a virtue and if he genuinely wanted it badly enough, he could wait for it to go on sale. It was something that, like his good manners, had been instilled in him since birth and that wasn’t likely to change.

Due to his age and enhanced metabolism, Peter Parker was perpetually hungry. On an exceptionally hectic day, he could eat a full breakfast and be hungry again less than an hour later. His Aunt May did a valiant job at keeping him well fed and he appreciated the effort. But sometimes, knowing the amount of food he required made him feel unnecessarily guilty. And when that happened, he would eat the food that had been provided to him at home and then stop by the corner store on the way to school to buy a ‘second breakfast.’ Like a Hobbit,' Ned had joked but the term had stuck.

It was on the days he chose to use his own money to obtain an additional meal he would realize that being remarkably frugal and persistently hungry weren’t quite compatible. He would find himself rummaging through the store, picking up various items to compare the cost to the calories and then putting them back again. However, the debate would typically end with him placing something from the ‘daily specials’ rack onto the counter. And on the days that he was feeling particularly indulgent, a bag of gummy worms as well.

Corner store’s prepared food wasn’t particularly good, in general. But since he wasn’t an especially finicky eater, it didn't really matter how close it was to its sell-by date. Food was food and was happy for anything that would take up some of the empty space in his stomach. It was fine. All the way up until the day it wasn’t.

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It was Thursday morning and even though Peter had already eaten three bowls of cereal before leaving his apartment, he was still hungry. So he walked up to the corner store, looked inside of his wallet and eyed his bank card. But after making a rather large purchase over the weekend, he’d told himself he wouldn’t spend anything else with it for a while. Outside of that, there was an empty Starbucks gift card and the two twenty dollar bills that Tony had insisted on giving him a few days prior. It had been his intention to deposit it into his account but seeing as he’d yet to get around to it, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to spend a little bit of it.

With that in mind, he gathered a deep breath in through his nose and stepped into the store, smiling. “Good morning, Mr. Sundar! Got anything marked down yet today?” he pleasantly inquired as he came through the doors. The older man gestured towards the cooler box near the front and Peter skipped towards it. It took a moment to pinpoint what the storekeeper had been referring to but after shuffling a few things around he found several egg salad sandwiches wrapped in cellophane and adorned with a bright orange, fifty percent off sticker. “Bingo,” he whispered to himself and then hurried towards the register to pay.

Peter sat in the seat at the back of the overcrowded train, promptly opened the sandwich and took a bite. It wasn’t horrible. The bread was a little dry and the egg salad was a little tangier than he would have liked but he didn’t think much of it. There wasn’t really any time to. There were only three stops before he had to hop off the train and high tail it the rest of the way to school on foot.

In fact, by the time he'd skidded into his classroom, just in time for the bell to ring, he’d forgotten about it completely. That is until his lower abdomen began to cramp about half way through the lesson. At which point, he was starting to think that perhaps egg salad wasn’t the best way to start your morning. It had seemed reasonable at the time. People eat eggs for breakfast. It was normal. Just not covered in mayonnaise and maybe vinegar? He wasn’t sure. He’d not bothered to read the label.

“Are you okay, Dude?” he heard Ned whisper.

Having not realized he’d had his face scrunched up in mild distress until that moment, Peter took a second to school his features before nodding his head. “Yeah, man. Just- missed the bottom part of the last slide. I didn’t get to write it down,” he easily lied. He’d unintentionally stopped taking notes within the first few minutes of class.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Ned replied. “You can copy mine during lunch.”

Peter thanked his friend with a weak smile but in reality, he was starting to wonder if he’d make it to lunch. Nausea was starting to accompany the cramps, and he was having to periodically swallow just to remind his stomach where it belonged.

[Continue Reading on AO3]

V, I would love to read something where an OC deals with a horrible, stress-induced stomach ache all day (then maybe throws up when they get home). Preferably Evi because he's my favourite, but whoever you feel like writing 🖤

meet some new ocs, addison and aiden!

if you have questions about them or more requests, send them to my ask!

tws for stomach ache, emeto

“Lord you would not believe the day I had,” Aiden’s gentle voice cuts through the cafe.

From behind the counter, organizing treats in the display, Addison poked his head up to the sound of his boyfriend coming in.

“What happened today?” Addison asked, standing straight and tucking his hands in the pockets of his apron.

“Well it-” Aiden started saying, “Hey, you okay? You’re… paler than normal.”

“Ah,” Addison said, his voice understanding and calm, “Not a big issue, my stomach is just a little upset, I think I ate something bad. Plus I got a major catering order called in. But we have time.”

Aiden sighed softly, “You always get so stressed out when you get orders like that. Why don’t you say we call it a day,” Aiden questioned, “We can rent a movie and snuggle…”

“Alright, let me lock up,” Addison nodded, the thought of rest overwhelming.

-

They’d called in take out. Some japanese food. Miso soup and some rice for Addison, cautious with his stomach in the moment. Teriyaki chicken and rice for Aiden, though Addison did sneak a few pieces.

He’d let Aiden pick the movie, planning on just sleeping now. The food settled in his stomach like he’d just eaten something heavy and rich, putting more pressure on the already upset organ.

Addison had curled up close to Aiden, holding him close to his side.

“You must be feeling pretty rough, huh?” Aiden asked softly, earning a small nod from Addison.

Addison’s stomach let out a low moan, gurgling uncomfortably, trying to digest what little he ate..

“Do you want me to rub it?” Aiden asked.

There was a pause, hesitation, before Addison agreed.

“Just… careful…” Addison spoke softly, hoping opening his mouth to speak so little would keep his stomach in place.

Aiden took over, running his palm up his shirt, rubbing across the oddly rounded and tender areas of his abdomen.

The touch was nice at first. It eased the distress and Addison thought maybe everything would be okay. But then, his stomach let out sickly grumbles, bubbling and churning his stomach. He swallowed thickly, a sudden bitter taste flooding his mouth with an abundance of saliva.

“Babe,” Aiden said, “Do you think puking will help you…?”

“I don’t kn-” His words were cut off with a sick belch, wet and heavy in his chest.

“Poor darling,” Aiden cooed again, “Your stomach is really upset…”

“I don’t wanna move…” Addison slurred, “Nausea will pass… already passing,”

A sharp cramp seized Addison’s stomach, making him gasp and then whimper. Aiden put more pressure on his stomach, rubbing it but still being careful.

“Do you want to move?” Aiden asked, “Bathroom, kitchen… I’ll drag a trash can in here…”

“Bathroom…” Addison said, another sick expulsion of air coming from his throat.

“Okay,” Aiden nodded, “I’ve got you let’s just…”

With barely any effort, a wave of sick collided with the coffee table. He swallowed, panting, trying to choke back more.

“Try to stay on your feet,” Aiden instructed, letting go and dashing to the kitchen, pulling the trash can back to Addison.

In those moments, Addison was desperate. He needed this out, every last bit. But he wasn’t going to make more of a mess. He knew he couldn’t make it to the bathroom, or the kitchen, any movement now would bring temporary damage to the floors.

As soon as the trash can was in front of him, he held onto the edges, heaving so hard he collapsed back on the couch, bringing up a heavy, abundant wave. And then a burp, more heavy flow. Again and again, purging half his body weight if not more.

“Oh…” Aiden winced softly on his behalf as he struggled to take a breath, coughing against more acid and half digested food, chunks getting caught and making it hard to come up.

Aiden gathered his hair back, securing it with a stray set of hair clips, as he moved his hands, one holding his shoulder the other patting his back, almost like burping a baby.

FInally, the hard waves stopped. Then the lighter ones tapered off too, into hard dry heaving and struggling breaths. Before finally, Addison could lean back, rubbing his chest as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Gently, Aiden wiped his lips with a tissue, tossing it in the trash. Aiden let Addison be for a bit, getting up, getting to work on cleaning up the mess, thank god it was all contained to the coffee table. Once it was cleaned, though in need of bleach, Aiden knelt on the floor in front of Addison.

Aiden ran his fingers through his hair. But careful as he was, Addison pulled back with a low whine.

“Poor darling, you’re crying…” Aiden said softly, “Your stomach’s really upset, huh?”

“Headache… hurts… bad….” Addison slurred out, in too much pain and too exhausted to put forward much effort.

“Migraine… probably…” Aiden said, “Your stomach though….”

“Cassie had a stomach bug last week,” Addison said, “Left work because she puked.”

“Oh no,” Aiden said, “Baby… this is going to be rough… lay down.”

Addison does immediately, out of energy to even move to his bedroom.

always hot for the idea of a sickie needing to leave a gathering early. a game night with friends? or even better, a game night with MUTUALS?

Their belly starts aching but they don't let anyone know, they just try to use the bathroom. When that doesn't work, they try to wait it out. Eventually their belly is bloated and uneasy, so they pull their partner to the side to let them know they need to leave. They both cut the night short, sickie heading out to the car as partner/caretaker says goodbye to friends & grabs a bowl for the road, because even though they didn't ask for one, it's obvious they might need it. When caretaker gets in the car to drive home, they hand the bowl to sickie who immediately starts puking 🥺 because they really didn't feel good & didn't feel comfortable being sick around mutuals 🥺

Whump Prompt #638

Things for you/the caretakers to consider about the whumpee:

When was the last time they slept uninterrupted?

When was their last meal? And what was is?

Did they always look /this/ bad?

How did they get those bruises/scratches?

How will they react when they wake up?

What if they’re not the same after this?

What if they clam up completely after this ordeal?

Will they be scared of the caretaker?

Why did they react like that?

How long has this been going on for?

Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.