TOM HOLLAND | PETER PARKER IMAGINES

Peter Parker|Sick Day

A/N: So I was sick a few days ago and I had this idea. Shout out to my best friend @M24601 for helping me out with all the grammar and the POV! Sorry it came super late I was swamped with homework.

Prompt: (Y/n) gets sick, so Peter decides takes care of her.

Warnings: fluff and sneezes

Word count: 2130

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Peter was getting a bit suspicious when he knocked on (Y/n)'s front door for the third time with no reply. Peter took out his phone anxiously, checking the time.

Only a few minutes till school starts! We gotta walk fast or we are gonna be late. I can't be late to Mrs. Smith's class again! I should probably call her just to see what's up.

Peter searched for (Y/n)'s contact to call her, admiring the silly picture he took of her when they went to the movies together. Peter quickly placed the phone his ear, waiting for his friend —and now girlfriend—to answer.

"Hel-achoo! Hello?" (Y/n)'s abutting sneezed rang through the phone as Peter cringed at (Y/n)'s hoarse voice. (Y/n) sneezed loudly once again, creating a thud could be heard from inside the house. Peter's forehead creased with concern, pondering if his girlfriend needed help in her weakened state.

"Are you okay? (Y/n)? I'm coming in!" Peter yelled at his girlfriend on the other side of the door with concern, ready to use brute force to  open the  door.

"Peter! I'm fine just a bit-achoo! Sick. You shouldn't-achoo! You'll get it too," (Y/n) choked out thirdly, trying not to concern Peter as she groaned in despair and rubbed her swollen nose.

Peter winced at hearing his girlfriend in pin, but also needed to get going in order to make to school. He debated swinging instead of walking at this point.

"Are you sure? Are you gonna be fine?" Peter questioned hesitantly, checking the time anxiously as he awaited her response. Yeah, Peter would have to swing to school by this time to avoid a lecture.

"Yeah, Pete. Y-you go. Can you just tell me about the homework?" (Y/n) asked worriedly, making Peter chuckle.

"I wouldn't worry about the homework. Just get some rest and try to get better. I'll be back after school with some hot soup and tissues. Please take care of yourself," Peter comforted (Y/n), rushing towards the exit as he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the red-and-blue suit.

"Thanks Pete. I will," (Y/n) responded hoarsely, holding her heavy head in her hands. (Y/n) glances over at her bed that had been covered in disgusting, used tissues, trying to find the cold medicine her parents left before leaving to work for that day.

(Y/n) sniffled loudly again, her pounding head falling clumsily on the fluffy Spider-Man pillow Peter gave her as a birthday gift this year.

(Y/n) took the last sip of her favorite tea and grabbed a filthy tissue to wipe her sore, red nose. (Y/n) smiled at her comfortable pillow after blowing her nose, glad to get some company and a new tissue box because of Peter.

How did I ever get a guy like him? (Y/n) thought blissful to herself before knocking out with the strength of the cold medicine.

T I M E S K I P

"Hey, I got no homework! Wanna come over to watch Star Wars tonight?" Ned asked excitedly as him and Peter as they walked out of Midtown High together.

"Can't today Ned. (Y/n) isn't feeling well, so I'm gonna go swing by her place," Peter joked, smoothing his chocolate hair with his fingers as Ned nodded in agreement.