IM LOSING MY MIND. SEND HELP.

IM LOSING MY MIND. SEND HELP.

wondering why i was feeling so bad, too much headaches, feeling sick, lightheaded, then realizing this has been my whole week

any tips on how not feel sick?

Dude since you asked about tasm peter request, I have one

What about a sick reader? Like the reader really sick but peter have to be spider man so will he leaves reader or the other way?

Thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of vomit

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 584 words

Peter regrets leaving you the second he gets back. You’re not where he left you in bed, but the room smells of vomit and cleaner as he climbs in the window. He sets the gatorade he’d picked up on the way home on the nightstand. A quick search finds you in the kitchen, leaning both arms on the counter and your forehead on the microwave. 

“Hey,” Peter says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. It burns under his lips. “What’re you doing out of bed?” 

“Just getting water,” you sigh, taking one hand off the counter to rest it on his forearm. He’s still in his suit, and the nail of your pinkie finger skims over the slippery fabric. 

“You looked like you were about to have a nap.” 

“I started to feel weird,” you admit, “so I took a break.” Peter hums, easing you back so your weight rests on him instead of the microwave. You sigh. “I threw up again.” 

“I know, bub.” His thumb strokes your abdomen over your pajama shirt. “Do you feel any better now?” 

“A little, I think,” you say optimistically, though the way you sag against him tells a different story. 

Peter turns you in his arms, grabbing your water with one hand and supporting you with the other as he walks you back to your bedroom. Your nose wrinkles. 

“Do you smell that?” you ask.

“Nope.” Peter lowers you onto the bed, where you quickly curl up as a chill takes you.

“Good. I sort of…there was an unfortunate situation earlier. I didn’t quite make it to the toilet.” 

“Mm. Did you clean it up all by yourself?” 

“I’m not three,” you remind him. 

“I think being this sick gives you the right to act ten and under.” He strips out of his suit, throwing on pajamas so he can flop down next to you on the bed. He touches his cheek to yours. “You’re a furnace, baby. We can just stop paying the gas bill if you’re gonna be heating the place up like this.” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, moving away from him. “You’re gonna get sick doing things like that.” 

“Don’t care.” He smooches the side of your nose. “Didn’t ask.” 

“You’re so sweet to me,” you snark, rolling over so he has to lift his face from yours. Your cheek rests on his bicep. You clutch the covers to your chin despite the heat radiating from you, and Peter brushes an errant strand of hair from your forehead. “You don’t want this, trust me.” 

He softens. “I can tell.” He smooths his thumb over your temple, relishing the way your eyelashes flutter as you try to keep your gaze on him. “I brought you some gatorade,” he says softly. “Do you wanna try and drink some of that for me, or do you need to rest first?” 

You hum, the sleepy sound its own answer. “I think I should wait a little bit.” 

“M’kay. We’ll get some crackers or something in you when you wake up, yeah?” You hum. He pauses. “I’m sorry you’re so sick, bub.” 

“Yeah,” you mumble, voice already stretched with sleep, “can’t believe you’d do this to me.” 

Peter cracks a smile, nudging your forehead with his nose. “Shut up, you know what I mean.” 

“It’s not so bad. Thanks for being with me.” 

“Where else would I be?” 

“Dunno,” you murmur, fading fast, “but thanks.” 

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Most of the time I don't make requests but I have a request. Can you do like a Peter Parker x sick reader. Where like Peter was doing night patrol and came home to the reader asleep on the floor in the bathroom but like whining in her sleep because her head and stomach hurts. So Peter picks them up and they hug him so tight and tells him it hurts. Peter does everything in his power to make it stop hurting but you end up going to the doctor and find out they have a new virus that takes 2 weeks to recover from but a week before it isn't contagious any more. So Peter Parker has to take care of them for 2 weeks because she has it really bad.

It's ok if you wanna do this I realize its super long or you can just do a part of it.

AN | Being ill is no fun, but Peter would take the best care of you 🥰❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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You knew that something was off as soon as you’d gotten home from work. Realistically it had been before that; you’d started to feel off earlier in the day but you’d been able to play if off. But now, as you were home alone and getting ready for bed, it was starting to get worse and you really wished that Peter was home. 

But your golden hearted and wonderful boyfriend was out on patrol and you weren’t selfish enough to call him and ask him to come home just for your sake. Whatever it was, you were sure you’d be over it by the morning. That was your thought process as you pulled on your pajamas and slipped into bed. He’d be home soon, and then everything would be better. 

After a bit of restless tossing and turning you were still not feeling any better, you decided to get up and get a cup of tea in the hope that would help your nausea to calm down. It didn’t help much but the feeling you liked the feeling of the hot liquid. You tried to read, which served as a distraction. 

Eventually it all became too much and nothing you did worked to relieve the weird way you were feeling. When you felt the bile rising in your throat, you ran into the bathroom throwing up the contents of your stomach. It was horrible, but then again throwing up had to be one of the worst things in the world full stop. 

When you felt like you had nothing left, you plopped onto the floor and sat next to the tub. You flushed the toilet and wiped the back of your mouth with your sleeve. 

There wasn't even enough energy in your tired body to get up and rinse out your mouth and brush your teeth. Instead, you slumped against the cool porcelain of the bathroom and eventually drifted off to sleep. You didn't bother to crawl back to bed, figuring you'd do it once you woke up.

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Peter knew that something was off as soon as he landed on the fire escaped outside the apartment window. When he peeked into the bedroom he didn't find your sleeping form on the bed. That caused him to frown deeply and slide into the room fast as lightning. 

"Sweetheart?" He stripped off the mask and tossed it to the side, not even bothering with the suit. He listened to the quiet stillness of the apartment for a few minutes before he only heard your heartbeat. 

He followed it to the bathroom and as soon as he stepped inside his heart shattered. You were on the floor, curled into a ball and shivering slightly, a few sounds of discomfort leaving your lips.

"Oh no," he sank to his knees at your side in an instant, gently brushing the hair out of your face, "hey honey, I'm home."

You stirred at the sound of his voice and his warm touch, opening your bleary eyes every so slightly. Despite how truly horrible you felt, your heart lifted when you saw that it was Peter, "hey spider-boy."

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He turned your face up to his, brow furrowing in concern, "why didn't….you should have called."

"Didn't wanna bother you, Petey," your words were a tired, sleepy jumble of words and if the boy hadn't been so preoccupied, he might have laughed. His only concern at the moment was making sure you were okay, "'s nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing," he sighed softly as he put his hand against your forehead and cheeks. You were definitely running hot, "okay, first things first - I'm taking you to bed and you're going to sleep. When you wake up, we'll assess the damage and see what's going on."

"Hmmm," you hummed in amusement, despite your worn out state, "you're gonna take me to bed?"

"I…" he paused for a moment, halfway to pulling you up to his chest, "you're feeling this shitty and still making a sex joke?"

"Can you blame me?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung onto him tightly, as though he was your lifeline. You supposed in some ways he really was, "you're so hot."

"So are you," he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and you burrowed your face deeper into his neck, "metaphorically and literally right now."

He walked into the bedroom and gently laid you back in bed, making sure you were all tucked in and had all of your favorite pillows. You already felt a little better, just being somewhere more comfortable than the bathroom floor and with him home. When he started to walk away you made a small sound of discontent, “will you stay, please?”

“Of course,” he promised, “I’m just going to grab a few things and I’ll be right back.”

He popped back over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before padding back to the kitchen. Peter figured it was a good day to have some provisions at the ready in case you needed them. He wasn’t always a planner or the most organized, but when it came to you, he wasn’t taking any chances, and often treated you like you were the finest porcelain. 

You opened an eye when he came back into the room, water bottles in his arms, along with painkillers, tissues, vaporub, and an emergency trashcan…just in case. He put everything on your nightstand before walking to the other side of the bed and crawling in next to you. Peter pulled you into his arms, wrapping himself around you so he could warm you up. You always called him your personal heater and that little benefit to his powers served as a benefit more often than not. 

“Try and get some rest,” he whispered, pressing a few kisses along your shoulder, “it’ll all be better than in the morning.”

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Turns out that Peter Parker was a liar. Not intentionally of course, but you know, still. 

“It’ll be okay,” you croaked at him, throat dry and scratchy on top of everything else, “I’ll just push-”

When you woke up, you felt miserable, even worse than the night before. And, even Peter reluctantly admitted that you looked pretty bad. 

“You’ll stay right here,” he insisted firmly and all you could do was pout at him, but gave him an affirmative nod. There was no use arguing with Peter Parker, “I’ll take care of you. You’re not in a state to be doing anything, and I’m going to take care of you.”

“Thank you,” you slumped in your chair and let out a small sigh…being sick was the worst. But at least you had Peter there, “Pete? Can we have some toaster waffles and hot chocolate?”

“Of course,” he chuckled fondly, “whatever you want, baby.”

By the time you managed to keep some breakfast down, you were exhausted again. After little convincing by your wonderful golden retriever of a boyfriend, you had taken a bath, and gotten back into bed. You had hoped that you would start to feel a little better, but nothing happened. You felt just as bad as the night before, despite trying to put on a brave face. 

Peter grew concerned, but tried to hide it as best as he could. He knew that you didn’t have any sort of speed healing and recovery like he did, but you definitely should have started to feel better by now. He decided to keep his worries to himself and just keep on taking care of you. 

But when another couple of days had passed and you weren’t any better, he’d had enough. He might have been a genius, but even he couldn’t figure out what was going on. But he wasn’t going to sit around and leave you to suffer and he was going to take matters into his own hands.

“I don’t wanna go to the doctor,” you frowned deeply at him, on the verge of tears. You were frustrated but not with him, “I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t like the fact that you’re not feeling any better and its been days,” he shook his head, “I know you don’t want to go, but I think this would be best. Will you go, please? For me? I know it’s being selfish but I would feel a lot better if you just got checked out.”

“Fine,” you agreed reluctantly. You loved him so deeply, even if he was being too much, “for you.”

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You ended up having to stay at the hospital for a few days while they ran a bunch of tests. You were annoyed with Peter at first because none of this would have happened if not for you but you were also deeply thankful for him. You were slowly starting to feel the tiniest bit better. 

Turns out that you didn’t just have some flu or cold, you’d managed to come down with an uncommon stomach virus. You couldn’t even remember the name, it was so odd, but at least you knew what was wrong. They gave you some medicine and made sure you were plenty hydrated before sending you home. It should be better within another week or two; you almost cried at that. But Peter had promised to stay with you and take care of you. 

You’d worried that you’d get him sick, despite his insistence that he would be fine with his enhanced immune system. And, the lucky part was that the virus wasn’t super contagious, but of course, naturally, you’d managed to catch it. C’est la vie, non?

“You’re a saint,” you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug when you were back home, squishing yourself into his body as much as humanly possible, “for putting up with me for so long. Even though I know I’m whiny and annoying.”

“Hardly a saint,” he scoffed playfully, peppering your face in kisses, “what about all the times you’ve taken care of me, huh? This doesn’t even come close to all of that. And you’re always whiny-”

“Hey! Be nice, Parker, I’m ill.”

“I’m kidding,” he promised tenderly, “besides, you’ve been dealing with this weird bug so I think you’re allowed to whine a little bit.”

“I love you,” you sighed softly, looking up into his big brown eyes. He really was the loveliest, “so, so much Peter. You’re the best.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he brushed his knuckles over your cheek, practically glowing under your praise, “I hope you know that I would do anything for you.”

“I do,” you took his hand and laced your fingers through his, “I would do the same for you. No hesitation.”

“I know,” and he did. Everything you did, you did with love and grace. No one had ever made him feel the way that you did, “but for now, let’s get you into bed so you can rest and I’ll make some soup.”

“Will you make-”

“Matzo ball soup?” he finished for you as you nodded, “I have Aunt May’s recipe. Coming right up.”

“You, Peter Benjamin Parker, are amazing,” you grinned as he started to herd you towards the bedroom.

“I’ll remind you of that the next time you get annoyed with me!”

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You ended being down and out for another week and a half, but fortunately had started to feel better little by little. You really didn’t know what you would have done without Peter. He worked from home and Spider-Man duties took a backseat. You were worried that New York City would need him more than you did, but he promised things would be okay without him. Luckily, for your own sanity, he was right. 

“Peter,” you woke up before him for once, and felt…normal. Well - almost normal, but a million times better than you had been. You laid your face near his on your pillow and grinned at him, waiting for him to look at you. You knew he wasn’t that deeply asleep, “Parker.”

“Baby,” the corner of his mouth tugged up and he wrapped an arm around your waist, “baby, baby, baby,”

“Petey,” you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, “I feel…good.”

That captured his attention and he peeked an eye open to study your face. You looked better too - more well rested, more full of energy and life, “that’s the best thing I’ve heard. I’m glad you’re feeling better, sweetheart.”

“And it’s all thanks to you!”

“And modern medicine.”

“You and modern medicine!” the two of you shared a laugh as he gently pulled you on top of him, his arms snaking around your waist, “thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Ahh, nothing to thank me for.”

“You know, I’m actually going to miss having you around all the time,” you admittedly sheepishly, “it’s nice, being here together.”

“Maybe we can both work from home a little more often,” he suggested and you nodded immediately, “just an idea, ya know?”

“An excellent idea,” you agreed easily, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” his voice was so soft and gentle and it made you practically melt into him, “but right now, let’s rest a little bit longer and then we can have breakfast.”

“Only if I get to make it for you this time, Parker. You’ve taken care of me enough and I want to do something for you now.”

“You have yourself a deal!”