Peter Parker x Reader

Taking care of him when he's sick

It's the middle of the winter. Your boyfriend Peter has been swinging around the city with a chesty cough, sore throat, and a snotty nose for the past couple of days.

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The freezing weather made you shiver all over as you were on your way to Peter to bring him some self-made soup and medication. Once there you're greeted by aunt May who was just about to leave to get to her shift at the hospital. You head upstairs to Peter's room. 

As you open the door, you're greeted by your sick boyfriend holding his red and blue suit in his hands.

"Peter, come on you have to go back to bed baby" You frown softly, the back of your hand lightly pressing against his forehead. The chill from your hand clearly having no effect on his burning skin.

"I can't, I have Spider-Man duties" He mutters, his hair dampened with a light layer of sweat from where he had been sleeping.

"Peter, you can't do them when you're sick. You need to rest" You sigh softly, your lips pecking at his temple gently while pulling the duvet closer around his shirtless frame.

"But I-" He protests with a soft pout

"No." You mumble sternly. "If you don't rest, you'll feel worse eventually," You lean back against the headboard as you watch Peter sulk quietly.

"I hate it when you're right" He mutters under his breath, his voice sounding raspy and sore. He leaned back and buried his head into your chest.

You breathe out a small chuckle and wrap your arms around him sweetly, your fingers brushing through his hair. "You're burning up," You frown, sweeping his hair out of his face.

"I feel much better now you're here" He mumbles, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest. 

As the two of you were laying there, in each others' warm embrace, the both of you had drifted to sleep.

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You slowly opened your eyes, Peter was still asleep. You try to get out of Peter's embrace as quietly as you can but fail miserably as he was now awakened by you.

"Pete, I need to go home."

"No you don't. You need to stay here with me" He grumbles, his brow creasing and his arms tightening around your waist as you try to pull away from him.

"Okay listen, let me go phone my mom and put my pajama on. I'll bring you up some snacks too and then I'll come back to bed and stay here for the rest of the day with you...okay?" You tilt his chin up gently so that his tired eyes can lock onto yours. "It'll take 5 minutes, I promise," you added. He sighs deeply and grunts in agreement, rolling off your chest and slumping back onto the bed.

As promised, you were back in a quick five minutes

He was half asleep in the same spot you left him in. You hated to see him unwell, and empty of his charming glow and energy. You place everything you had brought upstairs on his bedside table and quickly grabbed your pajama shorts and Cami top.

You slipped off your jeans and hoodie, quickly pulling on your pajamas and slipping into bed beside Peter. Before you had even gotten yourself comfortable, Peter had squirmed his way back into your arms.

"Hi baby" He muttered sleepily with a sleepy smile etched on his lips. His face hiding into your neck and his body turned so he was on his side, his left leg hooked over your left leg.

"How are you feeling?" You whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and giving him a loving squeeze.

"Tired" He grunts. Your nails tickled his back, down his bare skin, sending shivers up his spine. That was always something that could make him fall asleep when he was overtired.

"Take some tablets first, then you can sleep" You smile gently, resting your cheek on top of his head and massaging his shoulder gently. You reach over to grab the tablets and bottle of water from the side and sit him up carefully. He felt so limp and, at that moment, you wished you could take it all away from him. 

"You look after me so well. Thank you" He mutters as your thumb wipes the water from his lip.

"Well, you do the same for me" You whisper. "Now sleep bug-boy" You wrap your arms around him tightly once again, he wanted to protest and huff about being called bug-boy, but he shut his eyes slowly as you peppered his head in kisses.

"I love you so much" He mutters, his voice croaky and soft, his head feeling heavy.

"I love you too" You whisper with a smile, holding him against your chest and taking a deep sigh.