PETER PARKER AND TOM HOLLAND IMAGINES

Sick ~ (Peter Parker)

You and Peter have been together for a few months, and you found out he was Spiderman a few weeks ago. ever since, he is more comfortable skipping out on dates because he has duties around the city.

You've always been forgiving about it, but it kind of annoys you when he's constantly blowing you off, but you can't tell him because that's selfish, the city needs help.

Your phone buzzed with a pattern, special to Peter.

"Hello?" You answered, hoping it didn't concern him cancelling on your dinner date.

"Hey" came his muffled voice from the phone. "Listen there was a robber on first street, there is currently a-" he started, but you cut him off.

"You're busy, *cough* I get it. Just let me know when you're free" *sneeze* *another sneeze* *sneeze #3 dang girl u gots the flu or some shit*

"You don't sound too good, Y/N, are you alright?" He inquires through my phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you reply with a hoarse voice. You didn't feel very fine, but you would push through it, and certainly wouldn't tell Peter. He would freak out.

"If you say so. Text me when you can" He says, hanging up on you.

You heaved out a sigh, and fell backwards onto your bed, feeling ignored. You can take care of yourself. So you stood up and walked to the bathroom.

You looked awful, purple lips, pale cheeks, red nose, and tired eyes. You could be high if you weren't sneezing. (Lmao me)

You reached up to feel your temperature, and felt burning to the touch. You reached for the medicine cabinet, but suddenly felt the need to heave up your lunch.

You bend over the toilet, and throw up, cry, wipe your mouth, and the cycle repeats about three times. That is, until you lay your head down in fatigue on your bathmat, and fall asleep, lacking the energy to stand up.

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Peters POV

I hung up on her 2 minutes ago, and webbed everyone up as fast and sloppily as I could. I swung around the block and sprinted into the CVS. I grabbed all of the necessities, like ibuprofen, pepto, aspirin, and ginger ale. Then I grabbed a few orange juices, for the vitamin C.

I ran to check out, with a box of tissues as well.

"In a rush? Not feeling so hot?" The lady at the register asked me. She was clearly hiding her excitement to be meeting Spider-Man, but I let it slide.

"My girlfriend, she's- uh, sick." I say, trying to hurry this up.

"Gotcha. $15.74" she holds out her hand for money.

I place a $20 in her hand, and grab my bag. "Thanks!" I shout as I sprint though the door, the echo of the bell ringing down the sidewalk.

I saw a flower store and so I quickly dropped $10 onto the register and grabbed a small assortment. Y/N loves daisies, surely they'd make her feel better.

I swung onto the fire escape leading into her room, and slide up the window.

"Y/N?" I ask quietly, maybe she's sleeping. I crawl through the window and shut it firmly behind me, finding an empty bed. I place the bags on her bed and pull my mask quickly over my head.

"Y/N!!! Where are you!!" I shout as I run towards the living room.

Still no answer.

I see her bathroom light on, and the door is open about 30 degrees.

"Oh my god" I say to myself as I run to the bathroom, to find a clearly sick, and unconscious Y/N on the floor.

I grab her towel and wipe her mouth, for her, setting it back down. I slowly place my arms under her knees and her head, lifting her with ease. I nudge the door fully open with my foot, and sneak back into her room.

I watch her eyes blink a few times, so I know she's waking up.

"Wh-what-" She Starts before I cover her mouth with my hand.

"Shhh, shh shh, go back to sleep, babygirl. I'm here." I say, and she smiles slightly, tilting her head to the side as I lay her on the bed.

She sneezes, and I quickly cover her sneeze with a Kleenex.

"Thank you, Pete" she says.

"Of course, Y/N"

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Okay this was was super long, my apologies. Please send in requests ❤️