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snarkythewoecrow · 3 years

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Dialogue prompt for Tony and Peter - “Nothing doing, kiddo. Reye’s Syndrome is the last thing you need.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what the first part of the prompt was supposed to be. I thought it might be a typo, so I just used the second line. It turned out to be a fun, light sickfic. Hope it’s close to something you wanted :) special thanks to @red-leafy and @workadayfan for their help. I would still be staring at the screen without them

Peter didn’t think he could get sick. It had been years since he had something more substantial than a sniffle, but now it was like his body was making up for lost time.

He was absolutely miserable. His body ached, each muscle and joint making itself known. His head hurt, and there was building pressure in his sinuses that made him feel like his eyes were going to pop out. And to top it all off, he’d come down with whatever virus this was on his road trip with Tony. They’d been planning this for months, and now it was ruined.

It was supposed to be his last hurrah with his mentor before college. They were going to drive around the country over the course of two weeks, stay in fancy hotels, and visit things like the biggest ball of twine and going to pet alligators in Arkansas.

The trip was supposed to be fun, but somewhere between Ben and Jerry’s Flavor Graveyard and the mini Jurassic Park in Connecticut, Peter had come down with something that could only be described as the plague. He felt awful, and even without a thermometer, he knew he was burning up.

Tony was driving them to the next hotel, already having called Bruce to ask for advice. His recommendation was rest and fluids. Peter was down for that. He couldn’t breathe through his nose, and his head felt fuzzy. Sleep would be a blessing.

Peter finished his bottle of water, sticking the empty container back in the cupholder. He groaned, his headache pounding.

“How’re you holding up?” Tony glanced at him, his mouth turned down.

Peter laid his head back against the rest and closed his eyes. “I’d kill for some Tylenol.”

“Have you checked the glovebox? There might be a few packets of something.”

“I looked before. The only thing in there are dubious-looking ketchup packets.”

Tony huffed, then looking away from the road for a second, he dug in the center console. “I swear I had something in here.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark. Can we just stop at a gas station or something? They’ve got to have something.”

Tony turned his attention back to the road. “Yeah, I’ll get off at the next exit, and we’ll see what we can find. Try to rest until then.”

“No problem there. I’m too tired to do anything else.”

Peter drifted off, dreaming of dinosaurs and balls of twine. Someone jostling his shoulder woke him up a little while later, and he blinked, looking around in a daze. He rubbed his eyes. “Where are we?”

“Speedy Gas. I need to fill up, and hopefully, we can find something to make you feel a little better.”

Peter hummed in response, unbuckling his seatbelt. His nose twitched, and he tried forcing air through the swollen passages. It didn’t work. “I’ll go check out the store. Do you need anything while I’m in there?”

“One of those Starbuck’s Double Shot Expresso drinks, mocha flavored. Here take this,” Tony said, passing him a black card. “Get whatever you want.”

Peter nodded, hand moving to the door. “Be right back.”

Peter searched the store, but he could only find a single packet of aspirin. It wasn’t likely to do much for him, but he bought it anyway, along with Tony’s drink and a water for himself. He hadn’t eaten since that morning, but he wasn’t hungry. He felt too miserable to eat.

After paying for everything, he took his haul back out to the car and met Tony, who had just finished pumping. Peter slipped into his seat, tossing their empty bottles from earlier into the back. They’d been throwing their trash into the backseat for the whole trip. The trash heap had begun to encroach on the front seat. Peter shoved it back and then turned back around. They could clean the car later. Tony had said it was about being a free spirit or something. Peter just thought they were both lazy.

Setting the new drinks in the cup holders, Peter glanced over when Tony got back in the car. The man eyed the backseat with a frown.

“I think there might be something growing in there.”

Peter huffed. “You think? At least it doesn’t smell yet.”

Tony sighed, starting the car. “Maybe we should take some of the worst garbage out at the next hotel. Did you get something for your headache?”

Tony still hadn’t pulled away from the pump. He reached across and pressed his hand to Peter’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Peter grunted, holding up the packet of aspirin. “I got this. It should help.”

Tony’s brows pinched together, then he snatched it from Peter’s hand. “Nope, none for you. Sorry.”

“What? I’m sorry but wasn’t that the whole point of stopping? You just said it. I’m burning up.”

Tony’s eyes squinted as he read the back of the packet. “Just like I thought. Reye’s syndrome is the last thing you need right now.”

“Reye’s what?” Peter asked, feeling way too sick for this shit.

“It’s a syndrome kids can get from taking aspirin when they have a fever. Something I learned after we had Morgan. Sorry kid. I can’t risk it.”

“You know I’m like eighteen. I’m not a kid anymore, Mr. Stark. I’m legally an adult, in fact.”

“Sorry, not risking it. You can wait until we get to the hotel, or I can look for a Walmart, whichever comes first.”

Peter sank back into his chair and sighed. He didn’t have the patience for this. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift as the car pulled back onto the highway.

They did, in fact, stop at a Walmart, and Tony went inside to find medicine. Peter waited in the car, radio on in the background, the pounding of his head almost matching the music's rhythm. Tony wasn’t long. When he returned to the car, he had two bags full of every cold and flu medicine they had in the store.

Plopping the bags on Peter’s lap, Tony sat in his seat and turned to Peter, grabbing one of the bags in peeking inside. Peter watched him with a grimace, feeling too crappy to comment.

Tony made a triumphant noise and then pulled a bottle of what looked like watered down grape juice out of the bag. It wasn’t juice, though. Peter wasn’t that lucky.

“Pedialyte,” Tony announced, as he used his teeth to peel the plastic safety label off. Then he uncapped it and held it out to Peter, who frowned.

“Uh?”

“Drink up,” Tony shoved the bottle at him, and Peter instinctively grabbed it, holding it close to his chest with both hands. “I talked to the pharmacist. This should keep you hydrated.”

“It’s just a cold,” Peter deadpanned.

Tony scoffed. “Just a cold, he says. You’re burning up, Pete. This is definitely falling into flu territory. I should know. I’m a doctor.”

“Of engineering.”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. It’s all the same, or it should be.”

Peter sighed. He really didn’t feel up to this conversation. Changing the subject, he nudged the bags on his lap and said, “Can I at least have some medicine now?”

Tony grabbed one of the bags and dug into it. He pulled out some cold and flu liquid gel caplets. After tearing open the box, he handed Peter two. “I want you to at least drink half of that.”

Peter rolled his eyes, popping the pills into his mouth and washing it down with the salty-sweet liquid. His face pulled into a grimace after he swallowed. “This is terrible.”

“It can’t be that bad. It’s made for kids.”

“It’s like lightly salted diluted Gatorade. In no way is it good. If you make me drink this, I’ll puke.”

Tony eyed him. “Half.”

“None.”

“A quarter of a bottle, and I’ll let you pick the music for the rest of the trip.”

Peter considered, glancing down at the offending bottle of Pedialyte in his hand. “For the whole trip? Not just today?”

Tony huffed. “Yes, the whole trip if it makes you drink.”

Peter wasn’t sure he’d actually won, but he sighed and brought the drink to his mouth, chugging down a quarter of the bottle in a few giant gulps. His face twisted once it was all down. He recapped it and tossed it to the floor by his feet.

He felt too tired and crappy now to listen to the radio, but if he felt better tomorrow, it would be worth drinking it. There was only so much classic rock Peter could listen to.

“How long ‘til we get to the hotel?”

Tony glanced down at the GPS. “About an hour.”

“Mm, all right. I think I’m gonna catch a nap. I think the cold medicine is kicking in.”

Tony hummed in response but otherwise didn’t say anything. It felt like Peter had a heavy blanket on him, weighing him down. His limbs protested when he adjusted in his seat to get more comfortable. His sinuses were still clogged, but there was a slight lessening of pressure, so he had hope he’d be breathing better soon.

Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the seatbelt and let himself fall asleep.

With any luck, he’d feel better tomorrow. If not, he was sure Tony would take care of him. It wasn’t like they had a shortage of medicine. Even though he was sick, he still tucked the memory of the day away as a good one. It might not be the road trip they’d planned, but it wasn’t half bad either. Maybe they’d still get to pet an alligator.

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seasaltpaper · 6 years

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Runny Nose (Single dad!Harry)

I’m literally sat at home waiting for my thesis partner to come over so we can do final revisions, scrolling through tumblr and just thought “would love to write some cuddly single dad harry hm....” and wrote this out of the blue with no rhyme or reason? Nothing triggered it? IDK? Just me always needing/wishing for Dad!Harry? This will be attached to my single dad! Harry WIP for sure, specially if you guys like it.

--- update: he(my thesis partner) came over and we advanced and now im back to writing this before i go to bed hopefully. Enjoy whatever this is. Also it’s not proof read :) ---

He felt terrible. It wasn’t that he was still sick, as he had been the previous week with his weird sounding voice, stuffy nose, and tired limbs. By now he had very much recovered and would be able to say he was back at the swing of things had it not been for the fact that he had the most caring bundle of love to ever exist in his house with him, obedient and cuddly little Elodie, whom had decided, in her smart 5 year old mind, that she could and would nurse daddy back to health – with ”love, kisses and a tonne of get well wishes” as she had said – and stuck to him like a bug stronger than the virus that ran in his system. And while that was the most adorable thing, he now felt awful.

He felt terrible because ideally, getting sick while being a single parent was not advised, specially if no one else could swoop into the rescue so that exactly what was happening now didn’t happen at all. Caring bundle of joy and all, Elodie had caught a cold Harry knew her little 5 year old body was spent with.

After being a zombie for a week, one that Elodie worked through expertly – picking up after herself, being quiet so he could rest, and lying that his cooking was delicious as ever, even though he couldn’t taste anything and therefore all had the same flavour of rubber – it was now her who upped the zombie count to one on the styles’ household.

But this was what Harry could handle, he thought as Elodie snuggled up to his chest in a deep sleep, soft snores coming from her clogged up nose, hands tight around his neck looking for warmth.

This was how it went, the parent takes care of the kid.

So even though he felt horrible that she had caught the cold he had already pushed through, he put on his dad pants and worked his best to make this go away as fast as possible for her. As she slept soundly on his chest in the living room couch, his hand softly removed her fever-sweat sticky curls from her forehead, feeling for the thankfully lowering heat. With heavy heart and eyes he picked her small body up in his arms as he walks towards the bathroom ready to run her a much needed bath. “El... wake up pet” he whispered as he dipped his fingers in the water, feeling for the right temperature. With a slur and a moan of discomfort, Elodie opened her eyes and let her dad give her a nice bath as she complained that her nose ran and her throat itched, Harry taking notice that her puffy cheeks were rosier than usual. ”I know love, I know” he sighed worried kissing her forehead and making sure to handle her with extra care and soft hands as he scrubbed her with a sudsy sponge. He took the time to put a wad of tissue to her nose so that she could blow out all the nastiness. “Oh!” he dramatised as she blew and blew, the last one specially hard “Oh! There yeh go!” He joked, afterwards claiming that it was gross with a disgusted face that made her laugh and giggle, the sound immediately putting a smile on his face. After that he moved quickly so that she wouldn’t get cold, wrapping her in his arms and a warm towel as soon as he called the shower over and she pushed her hair out of her eyes with a smile hanging onto her daddy’s frame with all her might.

Getting her to eat was the worst part. No matter how much Harry tried, Elodie just hated food right now. “Eli, please yeh have t’eat so yeh can take the medicine an’ feel better” He knelt in front of her chair, spoonful of his mother’s famous be-gone-cold soup in hand. Any other day Elodie would clap and cheer for it, but all she did now was pout and get teary cause today she did not want to even look at the liquid. This was the most tedious part, convincing her that if she just ate one more spoonful – then one more and one more until he was content with the nutrients she’d gotten in her system – then he’d let her watch movies in his room all night and would give her the medicine that tasted like grapes instead of the slimy strawberry one – which he’d make her drink in the morning anyways – “Daddy, can I have cookie too?” she batted her eyelids after swallowing the warm food, as if Harry wasn’t already weak enough for her green eyes and long lashes. He faked reflection as he spooned some more soup that she ate without a word just looking him with a small smile. Clever one. Would get the world on the palm of her hand if she kept this up. “Yeh’re lucky yeh’re the cutest” Harry mumbled agreeing to just one cookie later that night, knowing mighty well it would turn to two or three cookies tops if she kept asking so gracefully.

And at the end of the day, when Elodie was inevitably falling asleep on Harry’s chest, after another Disney marathon, filled with the vitamins that would eventually help her battle the sickness, and snuggling her favourite teddy bear, he’d take her in his arms once more and settle her in the middle of his big bed, making sure to engulf her in the sheets to keep her warm all night. “Night daddy” she would yawn, showing her small growing teeth. “Night bug” he would smile right back pinching her cheek in both an act of affection and a way to check for a creeping fever she delightedly didn’t have. To Harry it was the biggest relief of his life that she seemed to be getting better very quickly.

And as usual, sooner rather than later she’d ask to lay on his chest like she always likes doing, and through a runny nose Elodie would ask him to sing her to sleep with that song she loves. And that would be how Harry would end his day with his favourite little girl pressed tight to his naked chest, not even an ounce afraid of catching the cold back from her for he had taken the job to also fill his body with the vitamins necessary to ward off anything – even having to gulp some child medicine to prove to her it tasted yummy – and humming Love by Nat King Cole to her ear, hand rubbing comforting circles on her back, lips pressed to her head leaving tiny kisses here and there, as he did just how she had done and made sure to nurse her back to health with love, kisses and a tonne of get well wishes.

This is not proof-read. Feedback is very much appreciated! idk what im doing or why i’m trying to write again but here’s a very random thing :) Hope you liked it!! Also please recommend me more kid names that are sorta unusual and cute.

#if i write again #what if i wrote again #ifiwriteagain #fanfiction #about harry #harry styles #Single Dad!Harry #Dad!Harry #Harry and Elodie #idk if i will use that name for the WIP but i like it #recommend me more names please!#harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #idk why #Runny Nose

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