Sicktember is the best!!! I’m so happy you made this a thing. However… I was left hungry for one particular thing. I really want to read Peter waking Tony up early on a school morning because he doesn’t feel good. Crawling into bed with him and maybe just going back to sleep. Do you know of any fics like this, or could you possibly consider one day down the road turning into a super short (few hundred words) fic??
Another mini-fic in the books. This one turned out so so utterly soft... There is no backstory. So this can be read as adopted Peter, or Peter simply spending a few nights at the tower. It's totally up to you! I hope the requesting anon finds this prompt fill and enjoys it!
You Will Never Be a Problem 869 words
Peter laid in his bed within Mr. Stark’s penthouse. It was five-forty-three. A full seventeen minutes before his alarm was set to go off. It was a school day. But as he remained still, staring at the ceiling, he wasn’t sure attending would be the best idea. His head was aching, his stomach was uneasy and despite the copious amounts of blankets he couldn’t seem to stop shivering. He rolled over onto his side, pulled the covers all the way up to his ears and squeezed his eyes closed. He could tough it out; try to rest for another fifteen minutes, then drag himself to class. He didn’t want to be an inconvenience. Although, he’d been informed from day one that he could never be such a thing.
‘You’re not a problem, Pete. You will never be a problem. I want you here.
Maybe it was the fever talking. Or maybe the words had finally sunk in. But at that moment, he believed it.
Peter slid out of bed, swiftly grabbed his outermost blanket, a soft plush throw and wound it around his shoulders. A chill ran up his spine, prompting him to pull it in a little more closely. He considered laying back down. He could ask FRIDAY to relay a message. But he was already up and Mr. Stark had said to come to him.
‘I’m here if you need anything, Buddy. I mean it. All you have to do is come to me.’
With a deep sigh, Peter dragged himself into the dimly lit hallway. He looked left, then right, trying to determine where to go. He assumed Mr. Stark was sleeping in the master bedroom. But really, it was just as likely that he was in the lab running on nothing but coffee and inspiration. He sucked in a breath and wandered toward Mr. Stark’s room. The door was cracked open just enough that if he peeked inside, he could see Mr. Stark lying on his side clutching his pillow. Soundly asleep.
For a moment Peter hesitated. He watched Mr. Stark’s chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He wondered if he should go back to bed. He could turn off his alarm and have FRIDAY rouse him up when Mr. Stark was up. But something was stopping him. Perhaps it had to do with the way Mr. Stark had promised to be there for him, no matter the time.
‘Sleep schedule? What sleep schedule? Kid, I’m available to you day or night.’
With the hand that wasn’t holding the blanket in place, he pushed the door open. He carried himself to the edge of the bed and brought his lip between his teeth. “Mr. Stark?” he whispered. There was no reply. “Mr. Stark?” he tried again, just a little louder.
A small choked snore was followed by a yawn. Mr. Stark blinked his eyes open and ran a weary hand down his face. “Pete? What are you doing, Buddy? You okay?”
Even though Mr. Stark’s tone was gentle and kind, Peter found himself awash with a whole new wave of anxiety. He shifted his weight and lowered his gaze to the floor.
“Peter?”
“I-” Peter began. He looked up, one hand making its way to his queasy stomach. “I don’t feel good. I-”
Before he could complete his thought, Mr. Stark sat up, arm outstretched. Peter clamped his mouth shut, allowing the hand to press against his forehead. He both shudders and relaxes under the touch.
“You have a fever.”
Peter nodded in blind agreement. He’d suspected as much. He ached all the way down to his bones. “I don’t want to go to school.”
“Easy. I’ll make sure you have an excuse.” There were a few beats of silence. When Peter remained unmoving at the bedside, Mr. Stark smiled softly. “What else do you need, Bud? You didn’t wake me up for a doctor’s note.”
“I just-” Peter yawned. He shuffled his feet and tiredly planted himself on the edge of the large bed. “Can I have a hug?”
A contented sigh escaped Peter’s lips as he was engulfed by Mr. Stark’s arms. His body fell limp, the warmth and counter pressure offering a temporary reprieve from the relentless chills. His eyes closed without his permission, delivering him a hair's breadth away from sleep. It was warm and comfortable, and even as Mr. Stark released him, he didn’t want it to end. So, instead of standing up and trudging back to his own bed, he pulled his feet up onto Mr. Stark’s. He let go of his own blanket and wiggled his way under the heavy warm duvet.
“Comfy?” Mr. Stark questioned, as Peter nuzzled his face against the downy pillow. He hummed in response, too tired to say anything else. He felt a hand brush through his hair and relaxed. The mattress shifted beside him. Without thought he rolled over and tucked himself against Mr. Stark’s warm body.
“You really do feel terrible, huh, Buddy,” Mr. Stark murmured.
Peter hummed, his eyes fluttering open for only a second. “Feel better with you.”
“Yeah?” Mr. Stark chuckled. He might have said more. Peter wasn’t certain. He was already drifting back to sleep.
I just realised I could actually post about this here, but I feel like shit rn and have done for a few days, I think I’ve come down with something. Sore throat, getting nauseous randomly and just no appetite whatsoever. Oh and a pounding headache. So that’s fun. I’ll update if there’s anymore
It’s that time of year when the juicer gets a permanent spot on the counter. “Flu shots” for everyone! For added benefits, you can mix in raw honey and turmeric. 🥕🧄🍎🫚🍊🍋
no sign that you're really growing up like your dad finally deciding that you're old enough for a full strength hot toddy when you're sick
(btw if you are sick and do not know what a hot toddy is get onto it. get a mug, put in some honey, some lime or lemon cordial/juice, and some whiskey, then fill to the top of the mug with boiling water. i usually do three tbsp honey, two tbsp lime cordial, 1.5 tbsp whiskey, but you can just do it to personal taste. cures a sore throat and heady cough like nothing else.)
As we March into cold and flu season, PLEASE for the love of all things Holy, stop advertising that your medication makes the sick person feel so much better that they can go to work or school or go about their day as though they are no longer sick! These people ARE still sick and still CONTAGIOUS!!
People tend to forget that the flu can kill people! My dad died 5 yrs ago from the flu! Colds aren't particularly dangerous but you can still develop a URI from it which can lead to complications!
So its ok to tell sick people they can feel better, but please encourage them to stay home when they're sick! 😡
Now those of you who, like me, don't get many sick days from work, if you must work, please cover your nose and mouth when you cough or sneeze. Wash your hands a lot, and do not breathe on other people! Stay out of everyone's space till your better please!
Me when I’m healthy: “I believe in modern science and germ theory and I am a rational thinking being”
Me when I’m sick: *grabs the bottle of Dayquil* “This elixir of health should make me feel well again” *opens the windows* “Let the wind flush the miasma from my home”
Skincare enthusiasts and people who get sick a lot, I need some advice:
Whenever I get sick in a way that involves a runny nose and congestion for a prolonged period of time, the base of my nose under my nostrils always dries out, cracks, and just becomes a big scab.
Does anyone know how to minimize this?
I've tried aloe and/or lotion infused kleenex (facial tissues), lotioning my nose regularly, and polysporin.
[If you don't have any advice, please reblog this because I'm sure it would help more than just me]
If anyone could give me any advice on writing cold/ flu stuff, I’d really appreciate it!
Coming from someone who only really knows how to write emeto but also has a kink for bad fluey/ feverish characters and wanted to challenge themselves to write something not emeto centric for once
I feel like I don’t have enough symptoms to write about? But surely I should have way more to chose from! And I feel like I get repetitive… yet there seem so many ways to word just the singular act of vomiting 😂
Please help someone who is completely out of their depth. I know the basics of not just writing “achoo” but like, help.
I also dig the subtly of making characters miserable but just moderately, y’know? Cuz I’m used to making everything dire and dramatic. But like, I want them to not be super duper ill but still ill enough to feel awful and suffer a bit but not overdo it
Stupid fucking winter bugs going around. I was meant to go there cinema tomorrow night, but not sure if I’ll be well enough to.
I was meant to go and stay at my boyfriends Saturday night but not sure if I’ll manage to now, and not sure if he’ll want to come here and I don’t blame him if he doesn’t cause I don’t wanna get him sick too!
Fucking winter bugs are such little bastards!
And of course any kind of bug is made worse when you have chronic illnesses and auto immune conditions cause the bug will activate your immune system which will then attack you so you get like double, triple whammy, maybe even more depending on how many autoimmune diseases you have. Super fun!
The rewriting of some dialogue to fit it in the same narrative as the prior story. But they were going the "small sickness at home after an injury with hospitalization" route -- which is what this represents --they could have followed this one after the Mr. Lodge takes him skeet shooting story.