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Sicktember Day 1: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Sicktember Day 1

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41403822/chapters/103829082

Title: How To Take Care of a Peter Parker

Prompts: #1 ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’ , #2 Homesick and #16 Care Package

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: I combined three @sicktember prompts for my first fill of the month! HAPPY SICKTEMBER!

Ned : Hey

Ned : Do you know how to take care of a sick person?

Ned : Because Peter is super sick and gross

Ned looks over at Peter, asleep in his bed and snoring so loudly that Ned almost doesn’t hear his phone chime with MJ’s reply.

MJ : Be right there

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

MJ : Peter is sick again

May Parker : aww poor thing. 😭 he was just sick last month!

May Parker : I’m at work for another 8 hours. I can call Tony?

May Parker : does he need me?

May Parker : I can try to get off early

May Parker : how sick are we talking?

May Parker : he won’t say it, but he’s definitely going to want campbell’s chicken noodle soup and juice

May Parker : does he have a fever?

MJ : No fever, coughing a lot. He’s asking about you but he’s just a little homesick, I think, no need to leave work. Ned and I are taking good care of him. I’ll keep you updated. Thanks!

May Parker : I know he’s in good hands, thanks sweetie! ❤️❤️❤️ I’ll text Tony

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

May : hey, sounds like Peter is sick. I’m not even halfway through my shift or else I’d drive there right now

Tony Stark : Again? Damn, poor kid

May : do you think you could pick up some things for the kids? maybe check in on them?

Tony Stark : On it. Thanks, May.

May : ur the best!! 😘

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

May : hi sweetie! sorry you’re not feeling well. I larb you!

Peter : Thanks, larb you too. I’ll call you later if I have a voice

May : u better!!

May : ❤️❤️❤️

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

Peter is napping again, this time curled up against MJ, when Tony calls.

“Hi,” MJ answers, moving her hand to run her fingers through Peter’s hair when he blinks awake at the sound of her voice, looking confused and sleepy. “Yeah, he just woke up. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hey, Underoos. I hear you’re feeling a bit under the weather?”

Peter tries to croak out a response, but his voice doesn’t cooperate and he ends up coughing instead. He clears his throat several times before he’s able to get anything out. “Hey.”

“Oh, you sound awful,” Tony says, unable to hide his surprise. “How’d you get so sick?”

Peter coughs some more, then sniffles, sounding miserable.

“It’s actually not too bad,” MJ says, rolling her eyes when Ned scoffs in disagreement. “I mean, he’s coughing a lot and he basically has no voice. It just sounds a lot worse than it is.”

“He’s still a walking germ factory,” Ned adds from his spot in the corner, the farthest he can get from Peter while still being in the same room.

Peter and MJ both snort, which makes Peter cough again. MJ rubs his back and grabs his water from the nightstand for him to drink.

“Do you need anything, Peter? I can come out there?”

MJ hesitates, watching tears well up in Peter’s eyes. She keeps rubbing his back, waiting for him to answer and frowning when he scrubs his sleeve over his face and sniffles wetly.

“Just wish I was home,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and cracking on the last word.

“Want me to send Happy? He can pick you up and take you home. May is at work but she’ll be there tonight.”

MJ watches Peter’s face light up at the mention of May, but he quickly closes his eyes and stuffs down what sounds like a whimper, shaking his head.

“No,” he whispers congestedly. He digs a knuckle into his right eye and heaves a raspy sigh, then clears his throat. “I’m just being a baby. I’ll be fine. I have MJ here and she’s taking great care of me,”

“And me!” Ned chimes in, eyes flitting to the bottle of hand sanitizer next to him when Peter pulls the blanket up to cover his face before sneezing three times.

“Bless you! Well, I have no doubt MJ and Ned are both taking great care of you,” Tony says as Peter begins to cough again. “I’m going to let you kids go. Get some rest, Peter.”

“Thanks, Tony,” MJ says, hanging up and pulling Peter in close, rubbing his back and letting him sniffle into her shirt until he falls back asleep, not missing the single tear that falls from the corner of his eye before he does.

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just talked to the kids. Peter sounds terrible but he’s in good hands with MJ

Tony : What time are you off?

May Parker : aww 🥺

May Parker : 7pm

Tony : Want to grab dinner tonight? I’ll have Happy pick you up

Tony : Also, can you send me a list of things Peter likes when he’s sick?

May Parker : sure, can’t wait!

May Parker : chick noodle soup

apple juice (NO orange)

tissues. like a ton. double what you think he might need lol

cough drops (the cherry kind only)

harry potter movies

hot chocolate

blankets

cherry jello

Tony : Thanks, you’re the best! See you tonight

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

MJ : Thanks for calling earlier. Peter took a long nap and he woke up feeling a little bit better

Tony Stark : He doing okay?

MJ : He gets a little homesick when he’s not feeling well. We’re going to call May when he gets his voice back

Tony Stark : I’m with May right now, I’ll let her know

MJ : Perfect, thank you

Tony Stark : Hope he can get some sleep tonight with all that coughing

Tony Stark : Make sure you and Ned are getting rest too

MJ : Will do, thanks!

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

In the morning, MJ checks her mailbox and finds a slip indicating there’s a package for her in the office. Brad, the RA on duty, hands her a large box with an overnight shipping label on the side.

“Someone paid a lot of money to get that to you,” Brad comments, eyeing MJ curiously. “Know what it is?”

“Nope,” MJ says, lifting the heavy package and leaving Brad to wonder alone.

As she walks back up the stairs, her phone vibrates in her pocket, and she shifts the box under one arm so she can pull it out.

Tony Stark : There’s a package for you kids, it should have been delivered this morning

Tony Stark : Mostly just a few things for the sickie

MJ : Yep, just got it!

MJ : Just a few things? It’s heavy, I’m counting this as arm day lol

Tony Stark : Sorry, I know it’s a lot. Hope it’s not too heavy to carry

Tony Stark : How’s Bug Boy doing this morning?

MJ : No, it’s perfect, it’s sweet of you to send something

MJ : He still doesn’t really have a voice and he’s super stuffed up, but I think feeling a little better. I think he had a low grade fever last night but he’s back to normal temp as of 30 minutes ago

MJ : He also almost puked but I think it was just from all of the coughing

Tony Stark : If he changes his mind, I can be there in less than an hour. Just call or text, any time of day

Tony Stark : Take care of yourself too. Send Peter my love

MJ : Thanks, I’ll let him know. He’s lucky to have you in his life

Tony Stark : Not as lucky as I am

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

Tony : How are you feeling?

Underoos : Better, almost have my voice back!

Underoos : Ned freaked out when he saw the lego set

Underoos : Thank you

Tony : Anytime, kiddo

Tony : You feeling up for a visit from May and me?

Underoos : You don’t have to come all the way out. I can video call?

Tony : Or, you could open the door?

–- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 –- –- 🕷 --

Tony : Just dropped May off. Thanks for the visit. Feel better, love you!

Underoos : Love you too, Dad

#sicktember #sicktember 2022 #irondad #spiderson #sick peter parker #sickfic #hurt/comfort #spiderman #mcu #30 days of prompts #tony stark #college student peter parker

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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year

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~ VALENTINE'S DAY ~ PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

a bouquet of their favourite flowers

surprise date night

"But I thought you never liked valentine's day?" "Surprise!"

having sleepless nights because they can't think of the perfect gift

getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup

cooking an intricate dinner for their loved one

slow-dancing in the living room

"I like when you're being so soft."

doing all things romance, so they don't have to do it the rest of the year

decorating the bedroom extra special

going on a first date and not realising it's valentine's day

going on a platonic date and being mistaken for a couple

"That's really all I need. Some time with just you."

writing a heartfelt letter

forcing their s/o to watch a soppy movie

going on a spontaneous road trip to get away from everyone

"If you'd ask me, every day could be valentine's day."

taking extra care of their s/o

giving their s/o a massage

repeating the same valentine's traditions every year

love confessions

having their anniversary on valentine's day

"Oh, you're the sweetest!"

celebrating with a bottle of champagne

staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

a bubbly bath together

"You know, I love doing crazy stuff on valentine's day."

giving their s/o a valentine's calendar

having a romantic picnic

taking candid pictures of their s/o to capture the special moments

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer...”

Downfall duo!!! A shorter fic, but I think I’m burnt out lol

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood & injury, a little intense

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“C’mon Legend, not much longer,” Hyrule grunted, and Legend moaned, a hand pressed tightly to his middle. “We can stop soon, we just need to cover a bit more ground.”

“Can’t stop,” Legend breathed, flinching as something snarled in the distance. “Th’ll find you, keep going.”

Hyrule didn’t bother arguing, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.

A monster howled somewhere nearby, closer then the previous sound, and Hyrule tried to quicken his pace, dragging Legend through the dark woods. He didn’t know why or how the monsters had mistaken Legend’s blood for his, but they were being hunted because of it.

And he was so low on magic that if he tried to heal Legend, Hyrule wouldn’t be able to run any more.

Legend stumbled, and Hyrule tightened his grip, Legend letting out an unsteady breath.

“Hang on Ledge, hang on, we just need to put some more distance between them,” Hyrule breathed, and Legend nodded, his face pale from what Hyrule could see of it. The lack of snarky reply made his heart beat faster then it already was, and Hyrule tried to speed up even more.

They were in his time he knew, but he didn’t know this area as well as some others, and couldn’t remember any safe spots anywhere close by. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that they were moving too slow, that they wouldn’t make it, that they’d be caught and Legend would be killed once they figured out it wasn’t his blood that they wanted, but Hyrule forced it away.

They could make it.

Legend suddenly stumbled, dropping in Hyrule’s arms so abruptly that Hyrule fell along with him.

They both fell to the dirt, Legend gasping as he landed on his side, and Hyrule quickly scrambled upright and tried to pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shook as Hyrule put his arm back around him, and he dragged him upright, the sound of pounding feet and monsters baying for blood growing louder.

“R-Rule, I-I can’t,” Legend croaked, and Hyrule looked at him, his heart in his throat. “I can’t...”

“Legend no, come on, just a bit further,” Hyrule said, voice shaking a little. “We can make it, we just need to keep moving.”

Legend looked at him tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he met Hyrule’s.

“Rule you gotta... gotta leave me. K-keep going.”

“Not an option,” Hyrule snapped, and cast desperately around the woods for something to help them. All that met him were huge shadowed trees, twisted roots and a dark, moonless sky.

“Want your b-blood, more ‘portant you... get away,” Legend whispered.

Torches suddenly glinted close by, too close, and Hyrule’s frantic gaze finally caught on a particularly tangled tree up ahead. A deafening howl rang through the forest, and Hyrule nearly carried Legend to the knot of roots he’d spotted, the hole just large enough that he was able to press both of them inside.

Legend made a sharp noise of distress when Hyrule accidentally nudged his injury, and he shushed him, curling around Legend so he was further hidden.

“Stay quiet Vet, we can’t let them hear us,” Hyrule breathed, the sharp tang of blood reaching his nose as he held Legend’s head close to him. Legend let out a pained breath, and Hyrule shushed him again as a monster hissed, still too close for comfort.

Footsteps pounded even closer, and Hyrule pressed them both tighter under the knot of mossy roots. All he could do was hope the shelter would be enough to hide them.

Torchlight flickered, and Hyrule tried to quiet his ragged breathing as he heard footsteps pound the dirt right next to their hiding spot. Legend flinched suddenly, his breath stuttering, and Hyrule pulled his head to his chest, trying to muffle any noises he made.

The footsteps stopped, and Hyrule closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the monsters would pass them by and not sniff out the blood dampening Legend’s tunic.

Please keep going, please don’t find us, keep going, keep going please...

A monster growled, and Hyrule heard a few voices exchange words in broken Hylian, hisses and snarls filtering down through the roots. Leaves crunched right by Hyrule’s feet, and he looked over in terror at the tail lashing right by their hiding spot.

Legend’s arm suddenly shifted, slowly reaching down to his side. Hyrule felt his hands shaking as he rifled in his pouch, and the leaves beside them rustled, a low snarl making the hair on Hyrule’s neck stand straight up.

A hole was suddenly torn in the roots above them, but Legend threw something over the both of them at the same time with a pained gasp.

A lizalfos stared down at them, tongue flicking between its teeth, and before Hyrule could try to attack or scramble away, Legend pressed his hand over his mouth.

The lizalfos continued to stare, looking directly at Hyrule and Legend, but made no move to attack. It extended its face only a few inches from Hyrule’s, so close that the traveler could count the scales on its snout, but still didn’t try anything.

It let out a low hiss through its teeth, and then it drew back, snarling something as it stalked away.

Hyrule let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Legend shakily withdrew his hand.

Neither of them moved though, snarls and growls still ringing through the trees. After what felt like forever, footsteps pounded across the dirt, leaves crunching as the noises faded, and the torchlight receded, leaving them in almost complete darkness.

Hyrule looked over at Legend, his breathing ragged, and the veteran shakily pulled down what looked like a deep red cloak from their faces.

“How...”

“Invisibility cloak,” Legend croaked, breathing out shakily. “Takes m-magic to use though, I... can’t do th-that again.”

Hyrule let out a laugh that was a little hysterical, and rested his head against Legend’s, both of them trembling with the close call.

“I think we can stay here for the night,” Hyrule breathed eventually, and Legend made a small noise of agreement. “I don’t think they’ll come back any time soon.”

Hyrule shifted a little, Legend hissing in pain, and he set his hand on Legend’s bloodied side, calling forth the dregs of magic he had left.

“Rule...”

“You’re going to bleed out if I don’t,” Hyrule murmured, and Legend exhaled, letting him use what magic he could to stop the bleeding.

He stopped before long, feeling lightheaded from the magical drain. He hadn’t been able to completely heal Legend, but he wouldn’t die from the injury now, as long as they paid attention to it.

Legend murmured a quiet thanks, and Hyrule nodded, closing his eyes. He hoped the monsters wouldn’t come back— the odds of them checking their hiding spot again were slim, but... still possible. There really was no reason to suspect that they were here though, and they should be safe for the night.

Neither of them had the strength to move anyway.

Legend set his head on his, still slightly trembling, and Hyrule felt himself begin to drift, exhausted from the adrenaline draining away, and the low state of his magic.

“That was close,” he whispered, and he felt Legend swallow, holding him a little more tightly.

“Yeah. It was,” he whispered back.

They both drifted off not long after that, ears still pricked for the sounds of distant snarls and howls, curled up tightly under Legend’s cloak.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #linked universe fanfic #whumptober 2023 #day 30 #not much longer #writing from the floor #tw injury #tw blood #if this seems similar there’s a reason for that #i repurposed a three sentence prompt :)

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destinytober · 8 months

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2023 prompt list is here! Take a trip through Destiny history starting Oct. 1 with a daily piece of art, writing or other creative expressions. Use #destinytober or #destinytober23 to have your work shared here.

Don't have time or ability to do a full 30 Day challenge? Use this list a chose one prompt for each five-day period instead.

✅ All skill levels welcome! ✅ Digital, traditional, 3D & crafts ✅ Writing ✅ Screenshot photography

Please don't: 🚫 A/I genned art 🚫 Gameplay S/treams 🚫 Fashion (Use #Driptober)

Previous years lists. Feel free to use one of these instead or mix and match between them all!

#destiny 2 art #art challenge #d2 art events #destinytober #destinytober23 #30 day challenge #prompt list #writing prompts #art prompts #destiny 2 #d2

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soupy-cosmos · 3 months

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Soup tries to do a 30 day art challenge for the gazillionth time day one

#Ducktales #Ducktales 2017 #Dt17 #Ducktales fanart #Louyd #Ducktales louie #Louie duck #Louie ducktales #Ducktales boyd #Boyd gearloose #Boyd ducktales #I know February doesn't have 30 days but listen. Listen. Otp challenge. Valentines day.#Its for the vibes #I'm doing the like main top challenge btw.. Apparently it has a wiki page..? I'm going off that those are the prompts I remember #Ill probably alternate through different designs for them in this but I wanted to start with their canon designs #Consider this a bit of a redraw of that one old piece I posted. I referenced the pose and bg from it #Also before anyone asks. I know like 2 of the prompts are kinda weird I am going to work around that I prommy trust me

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Believe in Me

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath

"Believe in me," Caretaker had shouted as Whumper dragged Whumpee away, "I will find you. I will free you. Believe in me, Whumpee!"

Whumpee couldn't remember how long ago that was. They just knew it was a long time ago. And Whumper had been hurting them for a long time. But they had to hang on. They believed in Caretaker. Caretaker would get them out of here.

"Think you're so tough," Whumper hissed as they struck Whumpee's bruised cheek.

Whumpee struggled to keep their footing, struggled to keep from swinging in the standing cuffs. They couldn't fall down again. It hurt so much.

Whumper struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee felt their skin split and blood pour from above their eyebrow. They lost their footing and began to swing. "PLEASE!" They shrieked as they swung.

"This can all stop if you just give up. Give up hope, Whumpee. It won't be so terrible. I promise. I can be just as kind as Caretaker."

Whumpee didn't remember much after that. The world was hazy. They knew Whumper kept hitting them. Hit them until the world went black. When they came to, they were on their side, shackled to the wall. At least Whumper hadn't left them hanging.

Whumpee didn't know why they woke. It was dark and their body hurt. They wanted nothing more than to close their eyes and let oblivion claim them once again.

"None of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open."

Whumpee's heart skipped a beat. "C-C-Caretaker?" They dared to hope.

"The one and only," Caretaker gave Whumpee's shoulder a squeeze as they finished picking the locks on Whumpee's cuffs.

"You're here," Whumpee sobbed. They started to sit up, but as the room began to spin, they thought the better of it.

Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee's shoulders. "Of course I am. I promised you. I told you I would free you."

Whumpee sagged with relief, suddenly the days and days of torture weighing so heavily on their body. Caretaker was here. Caretaker had them. They were safe. They were free. "Th-Thank you," Whumpee whispered. Their eyelids felt so heavy. But they were safe. It was ok to sink into oblivion. Caretaker had them.

"Whumpee, keep your eyes open. Please stay awake. Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice was sharp, but so distant.

Whumpee wanted to reply. Wanted to fight to keep their eyes open. But they were so tired. They believed in Caretaker and Caretaker was here. They believed Caretaker would set them free. And with that final thought, Whumpee let the darkness claim them.

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starrysnowdrop · 1 day

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Lalapril 2024 ⛵️ Day 30: Departure

Hali and Aymeric sat on the edge of the dock in Scholar’s Harbor, excitedly awaiting word that their ship was ready for departure to Tural, the New World. For Hali, this was the best gift that she could be given after so many years of hardship and sacrifice: a brand new adventure with the love of her life by her side. The astrologian blissfully leaned her head on Aymeric’s shoulder, dreaming of the world that awaited them.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #day 30 departure #old sharlayan #aymeric de borel #ser aymeric #aymeric x wol #female lalafell #hali aloke #oc: drops of jupiter #hali x aymeric #ship: hold me closer #last prompt is complete!#im done #feels good to have the whole month completed #all queued up

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anemoflower · 8 months

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I made my own prompt list of a 30 Days OTP Challenge for selfships and oc x canon ships

If anyone wants to, you can use this list at any time you like, I hope it might be useful :> You can also skip, switch or use your own prompts if one of them is not fitting for your ship! Just have fun!

[This is a remake of a list I did back in 2017]

#selfship community #selfship #romantic f/o #oc x canon #self insert x canon #30 day otp challenge #30 day selfship challenge #I was inspired by several otp prompts :>#you can also write fics if you want to #(this took me longer than expected oof)#Let's see if I can draw something for this myself I'm so slow with art recently :')

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sicktember · 9 months

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It's Not Too Late To Join In The Fun!

Sicktember is a month-long whump/hurt/comfort prompt event that takes place in September. This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.

There are still about two weeks until the official start of the event- but hey! Being fashionably late never hurt anyone.

Link to the original post with a [text version of prompts]

Link to [Faqs] Post

Link to [#event faqs] blog search

Link to [How to Submit Content] Post

Link to [#2023 prompt clarification] blog search

Link to [#resources and advice] blog search

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scullysexual · 2 years

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30 Ways To Say "I Love You" (1/30)

30 Days of Fic: June Addition.

DAY ONE: "It's two sugars, right?" (prompt 64)

day 1 | post never again | pre cancer arc | wc; 381 | ao3 | @today-in-fic

A new series I'm going to be writing all throughout June. Nothing special about this month in particular (aside from my birthday) just a little challenge to get back into writing. Posting this early to get it out of my system and see the reception. The rest will be posted from June 2nd onwards.

How It Was Before.

All day you had been dreadful to her; nit-picking and snapping at her for, what you came to realise, no reason. It wasn’t her fault the Bureau had denied another case to be investigated. In fact, she had tried to argue its legitimacy but they didn’t want to hear it and you hadn’t wanted to hear her apologies as you stormed out of the Cheif’s office.

Things were still tense between the two of you anyway. The Jerse…case? Situation? Occurrence? … The Philadelphia case still hung in the air. The cuts and bruises on her body had healed now but not your hurt feelings. She wasn’t being completely forthcoming about something as well and it was niggling at you. Whether a direct consequence to your fallout or something other, you weren’t sure, you just wished your partnership- and friendship- could go back to how it was.

You return from the little café down the road and venture over to her area.

“It was two sugars, right?” you ask.

Startled, she glances up at you and the coffee cup in your hand.

“That’s right,” she confirms, taking the cup from you.

So engrossed in her pile of reports she hadn’t notice you gone. She had fallen behind on reports lately, so uncharacteristically unlike her.

She takes a sip, a little sigh escaping her lips. Maybe she was expecting vending machine coffee from the cafeteria and not the good kind.

“I’ve been an ass to you lately and I wanted to apologise,” you admit.

Scully smiles, taking another sip. “Apology accepted,” she says.

You think about that thing she’s hiding.

“You can talk to me about anything. You know that right?”

You wait as she puts her cup down. Maybe she’ll use what you said as an opening to tell you what’s on her mind.

But, alas, she does not.

“I am sorry about what happened,” she says instead of.

You nod, unsure if she’s talking about their recent failed case upstairs or Jerse.

“I tried to fight it.”

Still unsure to which she is referring to, you accept it as either.

“I know. Enjoy your coffee, Scully.”

You return to your desk as she returns to her reports. You hope this is the start of getting back to how it was before.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #30 days #30 days of prompts #i love you prompts #post never again #pre cancer arc #scullysexualwrites

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gregorovitch-adler · 7 months

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Beloved

"So, she's alive then. How are we feeling about that?" John asked, holding a whiskey glass in his left hand.

He knew he had wrecked everything by not denying Irene's statement: "Well, I am (gay). Look at us both."

How could he? Wasn't that the truth? Sherlock was the person John and Irene Adler had both fallen for, even though he did not comply with the sexual orientation of either of them.

Once she had hit the core of the matter with a few words, John had no option but to remain speechless; much as he would have loved to retort - just to get a one-up over her in a conversation for once.

On the contrary, John had huffed out a short laugh in approval.

What was worse, Sherlock had heard all that. He had been standing right there the whole time, revealing his presence because of that bloody text alert sound.

Meaning: Sherlock now knew how John felt for him.

John gulped down his throat at the horrifying thought.

Sherlock was holding his violin close to his neck, contemplating which tune to play next. Another song for Irene, John thought bitterly.

John had helped Mrs Hudson with her bruises from those anonymous attackers. Sherlock had taken care of those attackers on his own, and now they were probably locked up in Scotland Yard.

The point was that John had tried to approach Sherlock, wanting to clarify everything after whatever happened in the Battersea Power Station. To make things less awkward, if at all that was possible. But he had been interrupted the first time. So, he was giving it a go once more.

"D'you think you'll be seeing her again?" John pressed, unwilling to let go of this subject today, even after Sherlock's lack of response - which had led to a rather pointed silence in the sitting room.

Sherlock walked closer to the window, without even bothering to turn around. "Happy New Year, John," he said over his shoulder and began to play.

John felt physically sick in his stomach. He sipped on his whiskey, wincing at the burning sensation in his mouth. Somehow, even swallowing a sip of alcohol felt like trying to shove a large piece of rock down his throat.

By not replying to John's very direct questions, Sherlock had made it crystal clear where his interests lay. The Woman.

John had fallen for Sherlock a long time ago. He would sometimes scare himself off with the amount of seriousness he felt whenever he thought about his love for Sherlock.

He was John's beloved, in his mind at least.

Now, if Sherlock had fallen for someone else... who was John to get in the way?

John just wanted to see Sherlock happy and stable. If Irene being alive after all made him feel that, then so be it.

John sighed wistfully, looking in Sherlock's direction one last time, before he made his way to the staircase leading to his bedroom.

Subconsciously, he gripped the whiskey glass tight on his way.

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Sicktember Day 2: Peter Parker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Sicktember Day 2

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41442750

Title: Peter Parker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Prompt: Alt #4 Taking A Sick Day

Fandom: Spider-Man (MCU)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Continuing on day two of this very exciting month with an alternate prompt, as I used #2 in yesterday’s fic :) @sicktember

Sometimes, Peter forgets to drink water.

Although, if he’s being honest with himself, most of the time he forgets to drink water. Between Aunt May, who’s a nurse, Ned, who has a “hydrate or die-drate” sticker on his forty ounce insulated water bottle that he carries around like a security blanket, and Tony, who’s taken a keen interest in Peter’s well-being since Germany, he gets plenty of reminders to drink water.

Even so, he’s not the best at actually drinking the water, and as a result he wakes up most mornings with a dry throat.

So it’s not much of a surprise when he wakes up on Thursday morning with a super, super dry throat. This morning, however, something is different. It’s less of a dry throat and more of a…sore throat. Almost like he’s getting sick, which would be surprising, considering he hasn’t been sick since the spider bite and he’s pretty sure he can’t even get sick any more. When he turns over to check his nightstand for a cup of water, he doesn’t realize he’s so close to the edge of the bed, and he falls off. For some reason– maybe it’s because he’s still trying to wake up, or maybe it’s because his legs are all tangled up in his sheets– he’s not able to catch himself like he normally would be able to, and he lands headfirst on the floor with a loud thud.

Great. He can now add a headache to the sore throat.

Well, he’s not really sure if he had a headache before or after hitting his head on the ground, but either way he’s not off to a great start this morning.

“Peter?” May stumbles into his room, half asleep, frowning as she takes in the sight of her nephew tangled up in his sheets on the floor. “Are you okay?”

Peter lifts his head up off the ground with a groan.

“I am so, so sorry, May. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay, I only fell asleep…” She trails off, checking her watch. “One hour ago.”

Peter lets his head fall back against the floor, feeling even worse. Just then, he sneezes, and it’s so loud it echoes off the apartment walls. Peter winces as the sneeze scrapes his throat and shifts a whole mess of congestion around in his sinuses and shit, he’s definitely getting sick.

“Are you getting sick?”

Peter shakes his head, but they both know he is.

“Why don’t you take a sick day, sweetheart? I’ll call in for you.”

“No! No, I should really go to school. I have two tests on Friday, and I want to be in class for review.”

“Today is Friday, Peter.”

“Ugh. Of course it is!” Peter throws his hands into the air in frustration, accidentally hitting his nightstand and sending his alarm clock tumbling toward his face. Luckily, his enhanced senses finally wake up and he’s able to catch it a second before it crashes into his nose.

“Nice reflexes,” May says, her eyes narrowing. “If you’re going to school, please be mindful of covering your coughs and sneezes so you don’t spread your germs to your classmates.”

Peter rolls his eyes, sitting up slowly and rubbing at his right temple. He looks at the alarm clock in his other hand and gasps.

“Oh no, I’m going to be late!”

Sometimes, it’s agonizing to have to ride the subway when he knows he could physically run to school faster– if he didn’t have to keep the whole superhero identity thing a secret, that is. Instead, he just breaks into what is hopefully an average looking run as soon as he steps off the subway. He’s one block away from Midtown with one minute left until the bell rings when he runs right into a puddle. Looking down at his now completely soaked shoes, Peter sighs dejectedly, his shoulders slumping when he hears the school bell ring in the distance. He jogs the rest of the way, cursing under his breath and coming to the conclusion that he’s having the absolute worst day in the history of bad days.

Turns out, there are too many ways his day could get even worse.

In chemistry, they take a test that he feels woefully unprepared for, and between his sore throat, headache and rapidly increasing congestion, he can barely concentrate.

In Spanish, Señora Benetti hands back their pop quizzes from Monday and Peter looks down in disappointment to see a bright red B minus.

He can’t find his calculus homework anywhere in his backpack when it’s time to turn it in, and Ned and MJ give him odd looks, their expressions a mixture of confusion and pity.

When he’s walking to their table in the cafeteria, he bumps into a garbage can and drops his tray of food. Ned offers to share his lunch, but Peter declines, too embarrassed and fed up to eat anyway.

His second test of the day in English goes somehow worse than chemistry, and Peter doesn’t even finish all of the questions before the bell rings. His teacher frowns at him as he tries to scribble out one more answer as the rest of his classmates file out, but he doesn’t let him finish, and Peter feels as empty as the second half of the test looks.

Flash trips him during warm up laps in P.E. and he has to let himself fall freely, landing forecfully on one elbow and causing Flash and his dumb friends to laugh at him when he cries out in pain.

On his way home from school, he’s looking down at his phone when he steps in the same damn puddle as before, once again soaking his still damp socks and shoes.

He finds himself at a hot dog stand before patrol, his stomach growling, and he buys four hot dogs to tide him over until dinner. His plan is to take them up to a rooftop nearby and eat before donning his Spider-Man suit, but when he ducks into an alleyway to swing up, he trips over an old tire, sending three of the hot dogs flying. A pair of stray dogs descend on the food, and one of them is bold enough to snatch the remaining hot dog from his hands before running off.

“This day sucks!” He yells. The sound echoes in the alley.

Peter sinks to the ground. He’s cold, sick, hungry, and exhausted. If only he had listened to May and stayed home from school today, he probably wouldn’t be in this situation. What he would give to have a do-over of this crappy day.

In the distance, there’s a sudden scream, and the hair on the back of Peter’s neck stands up. He ducks behind a dumpster and changes into his suit, then swings in the direction of the scream. Three blocks over, he comes across a man accosting an elderly woman, his hand closing around the strap of her purse. Peter aims his web at the man’s wrist and shoots, dragging his arm back from the purse, and the man spins around to face him with a startled grunt.

Sirens sound in the distance as Peter pins the man against the wall with more webs, and he looks around to see a few bystanders nearby. He gives them a friendly wave, then hands the woman her purse, waiting for her to get safely around the corner before he leaves the scene.

Finally, he thinks as he swings above the city, things are turning around. Helping people always makes his day better. There’s a feeling of relief that fills his chest, making him feel lighter, and even though he’s still definitely sick, things are finally looking up. The thought quickly fades as a sneeze creeps up on him, and he jerks forward, his swinging interrupted by the forceful expulsion from his mouth and nose. His web breaks off and he somersaults in the air, unable to stop himself before he slams face first into a light pole, and he hears a terrible crunching sound come from his nose as his face erupts in agonizing pain. He barely manages to wrap an arm around the pole to slow himself as he slides down, and he lands on his feet for just a second before he collapses onto the ground.

Peter sucks in a sharp breath and carefully pulls his mask up, lifting a shaky hand to his nose. There’s blood everywhere, and he cups a hand under his nose, ducking into another alleyway to assess the situation. His nose is most definitely broken, and there’s no way he’s going to be able to continue with patrol today, so he makes his way back to where he stashed his backpack.

He pulls his completely full water bottle out of his backpack, thankful that he’s so bad at hydrating, and uses the water to clean himself up a bit. His nose is swollen and every touch makes it sting. He sulks as he washes the blood from his face and hands, but even worse than the pain is the fact that he has to cut patrol short and go back home so early in the day.

At least May will be home. Sure, she’ll kill him for how bad his nose looks, but he can tell her he got in a fight at school and that it’s just bruised, and with his enhanced healing she’ll never have to know it’s broken. She’ll give him ice, and maybe make him hot chocolate and bundle him up with fluffy blankets and watch TV with him until she has to go to work. The thought of letting his aunt take care of him perks him up a little, and he hurries the rest of the way home, mouth salivating at the thought of the giant pile of whipped cream May always used to let him put on his hot chocolate whenever he was sick before the bite.

“May?” He calls as he enters the apartment, but his voice seems to have given up and it comes out as a croak instead. He clears his throat, which makes him cough, and he doubles over, whole body trembling from the exertion. When he’s finally able to get in a breath, his throat feels raw and his face is throbbing. “May? He pants, walking farther into the apartment. “May? Where are you?” There’s still no answer, and Peter’s heart sinks when he sees a note sitting on the table.

Had to go in to work early. There’s leftovers in the fridge for dinner. Larb you!

Peter’s eyes burn with hot tears, and he feels stupid for caring so much that May isn’t home. He plops down onto the couch and tries to blink back the tears. Four minutes into feeling sorry for himself, his phone vibrates, and he picks it up, gulping when he sees the message from Mr. Stark.

Tony Stark: Happy is pissed. You better have a good reason for skipping lab day.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

He’s so dead.

Running makes his swollen nose throb, and it’s now pouring down rain, but he finds himself running most of the way to the Tower, subway be damned. When he finally arrives, he’s soaking wet, and his throat is on fire. His hair is dripping into his face and his nose is running relentlessly, and he drags his sleeve under his nose without thinking, yelping when the action results in intense, throbbing pain. In the elevator, he tries to pull himself together, but he’s not sure it’ll do much when he looks like he just walked in from a– well, a rainstorm.

“You’re here,” Tony says cooly when the elevator doors open, his back to Peter. Peter scurries over to his station, cringing at the way his shoes squelch loudly with each step.

“I’m not going to send Happy to pick you up from school next week if you’re not gonna show,” he continues, and Peter looks down at the table, face flushing. He hears Tony finally turn around to face him. “I’m a little disappointed, to be–”

Tony stops talking, and Peter looks up to see him staring at him in shock.

“Holy shit, Peter, what happened to your face?”

Peter lifts a hand to his face and gingerly touches the tip of his nose.

“I think I broke my nose,” Peter mumbles. He keeps his eyes down as Tony approaches.

“You think? No shit, Peter. Have you put any ice on it?”

Peter shakes his head, biting his lip guiltily.

“What the hell happened?”

Tony’s tone is still curt, and Peter suddenly can’t stop the wave of emotions that washes over him. The tears come fast, and he leans forward in his chair, sobbing hard. “I have a cold and a broken nose and everyone is mad at me and I got a B minus in Spanish and I’m pretty sure I failed two tests today and a dog stole my hotdog and May had to go to work early so she couldn’t even make me hot chocolate, and–” Peter breaks off to cough, tears streaming down his face.

When he stops coughing, he takes a deep, shaky breath, swiping at his eyes, and Tony stares at him with an unreadable expression.

“Did you say you got a B minus in Spanish?” He finally asks, and Peter’s lower lip quivers as he nods.

“On the pop quiz.”

“On…a pop quiz?”

Peter sniffles and then winces.

“And you’re sick?”

Peter nods again.

“Peter,” Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That B minus isn’t a bad grade, especially for a pop quiz. And if you’re sick, that’s not your fault. That sucks, yes, but you need to take it easy and stop trying to do so much. It’s okay to rest if you’re not feeling well and it’s okay to not do well on a test. I promise.”

He sounds like he’s trying to convince the both of them, but Peter doesn’t notice. At that moment, Tony realizes that literally anything he does for the kid is going to make him feel better, but he starts with something simple.

“I can make you hot chocolate.”

Peter’s mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“I’m no Aunt May– I mean, have you seen that woman?” Tony chuckles when Peter frowns in disgust. “But I do know how to make a mean mug of hot chocolate.”

Tony motions for Peter to follow, and he leads him to the common room. Once Peter is settled on the couch with a blanket and a movie, he makes him hot chocolate, and Peter sips it contentedly. Tony perches on the arm of the couch, studying the high schooler as he rubs sleepily at his eye with a fist.

“How long do you think it will take for your nose to heal?”

“It usually takes about three days.”

“Usually?”

Peter shrugs sheepishly. “Uh…I’ve only broken my nose one other time since the spider bite.”

“Hmm.” Tony squints at him. “How long until you shake that cold?”

“I have no idea. This is the first time I’ve been sick since the bite.”

“Hmm.”

Peter shifts around, self-conscious under Tony’s scrutiny, and Tony takes pity on him, filing his other questions away in the back of his head for a different day.

“Scoot over,” he says, nudging Peter’s legs and sitting when he moves them. “I’ve never seen this one.”

“You’ve never seen The Force Awakens?” Peter gasps, and Tony chuckles, shaking his head. “You’ve seen the really, really old Star Wars movies, though, right?”

“Ha ha, Underoos. Good one. Yes, I’ve seen the really, really ancient Star Wars movies.”

Peter smiles and then coughs. He shivers slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders, and then falls silent. Tony relaxes in his seat, half watching the movie and half watching Peter.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter mumbles sleepily halfway through the movie.

“What’s up?”

“Next time I wake up with a sore throat, I’m taking a sick day.”

Tony barks out a laugh and pats a blanket-covered foot. “Good plan, kid. Good plan.”

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