iagination

AN: So I absolutely love this request, I so wish that I had my own little Pietro to take care of me when I feel sick (*ugly sobbing*). ANYWHO, thank you to quicksilverdlife for requesting this, I hope this is what you wanted! *I do not own the gif, found on google (but isn’t he such a cutie in it?). Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro AoU X Reader

Prompt: Can you do an imagine where the reader gets sick and so Pietro stays with her and he ends up getting sick too!! Lots of fluff please ❤️❤️❤️😂

Warnings: Vomit, needles, and all that good stuff

((FYI~ The reader and Pietro are dating!))

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“I’m Not Sick”

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Pietro groaned impatiently from the other side of your bedroom door.

You absolutely hated this. You felt uncomfortable all day, something was off since you had woken up, and as the morning dragged on into the afternoon it only got worse.

“In a minute.” You hissed in the direction of the door, slipping on your dress. All you wanted to do was wear sweatpants and one of Pietro’s old T-shirts, but Tony would kill you if you showed up to one of his parties like that.

Slipping on the most comfortable pair of shoes that you owned (next to the bunny slippers that Pietro got you for Christmas, that is), you slowly slid over to the door and opened it, revealing Pietro with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow cocked up.

“That only took you forever, what was the hold up?” Pietro said with a clearly not-amused smile, silently worrying about the wrath of Tony Stark.

He was all done up in a black suit and tie, his hair was slightly tame, and his shoes were even freshly polished. Normally, you would go straight for a make-out session right then and there with him looking like that, but you weren’t feeling up to it today.

“I…I don’t know…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. “I’m just feeling a little slow, that’s all babe.”

Pietro’s eyes softened when you called him ‘babe’ (he was always a sucker for pet names), and you could see a flick of regret cross his face for scolding you seeing as you were not feeling 100 percent.

“What’s wrong?” Pietro asked, and before you could even move, he hand moved your hands away from your face and flattened the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shook his touch off and walked past him, blinking a few times when the hallway began to blur in your eyes. “I’m fine, Piet.”

Just as you were about to round the corner, your legs nearly gave way beneath you, causing you to stumble and catch yourself on the wall. The room was spinning around you, and all the shapes and colors began to fuse together. You blinked furiously to fix the image, and when things started to clear up, all you saw was Pietro’s face in front of yours. His blue eyes were widened in worry and his lips were parted slightly as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Y/N…” He murmured, holding your waist to steady you as you stood up again.

“I’m not sick.” Was all you said, then you took off down the hall again.

“Right, sure you aren’t.” You heard him mutter sarcastically from behind you, then within a second you were swept into his arms. Before you could protest or try to force your way out of his arms he had already changed you into your pajamas and thrown you onto your bed.

You felt the bile rising up in your throat as the motion of him running you around caught up to your body, but you were able to force it back down. He stood at the end of the bed with his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile played across his lips as you glared in his direction.

“I’m not sick, and we have to go!” You growled, though you secretly enjoyed being back in bed. You didn’t really want to get back up and change back into that god awful dress again, but you also didn’t want him really thinking that you were sick.

“I’ll tell Tony that you were ill, it will be fine.” He rolled his eyes as you tried to scoot out of bed, zooming over to you and gently pushing you back to the center of the mattress and tucking all the blankets around you. “Now, stay here and rest love.”

You gave him a tired look and crossed your arms across your chest like a grumpy child, even puffing out your lip.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” He grinned. “No amount of cuteness will get you out of bed, do you understand me?”

In a flash, he left the room and came back, now dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt. Clearly he was intending to stay with you and ditch the party.

“Now, do you want any food? I can make you a sandwich?”

Food…even the thought of feeling the food in your mouth and the taste you got from it made your stomach turn. Suddenly, you felt the bile in your throat again.

“Pietro…"You gasped out, the thought of food plaguing your mind. 

"Yes?” He asked, coming over to your side and taking your clammy hand in his.

“I’m going to–” You abruptly shot up from your slouched position and looked frantically from side to side, your free hand covering your mouth.

“Vomit!” You practically yelled, and you could see your boyfriend’s eyes grow wide as he rushed out of the room for a second, returning at your side with a plastic bucket.

He twisted your hair back and rubbed your stomach as you let your stomach go, whispering soothing words from his native tongue into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head.

Tears pricked at your eyes, the painful heaving and the nasty taste in your mouth was enough to make you want to cry.

Pietro handed you a napkin to wipe your moth with when you were done and pressed a wet washcloth to your forehead (when had he gotten those?).

“You’re not sick, huh?” He asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shut up.” You muttered and lightly shoved his shoulder, but swaying a little bit because you were still heady from throwing up.

“I should take you to the doctor’s office, or at least Bruce. Maybe they will have a shot or something–”

N-no!” You practically shouted, shaking your head furiously and leaning away from him.

“Why not?” He asked, frowning.

“I just–well, I, uh…” You sighed, running your fingers through your knotted hair. “I just don’t like needles, okay?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “But what if it ill make you feel better?”

You looked him dead in the eye, your gaze as hard as stone. “I would rather puke all day than get a shot.”

“Okay, I won’t force you to go if you don’t want to.” He said, smiling sweetly at you.

Still, you shouldn’t have been surprised when he scooped you up in his arms and zoomed you down to Bruce’s lab anyway.

He set you down carefully, seeing that you were dizzy rom the sudden trip down. But, you still had it in you to send him a death glare.

“You said that you wouldn’t!” You accused, poking him in his muscled chest.

“I lied.” He shrugged.

Bruce looked between the two of you in confusion, clearly feeling out of the loop.

“Hi…” Bruce started, his brows furrowed. “I was just about to head out to the party, why are you here?”

“No can do, doc.” Pietro said, picking you up like a little baby and placing you on one of his tables. “Y/N’s got a flu or something, and I need you to check it out.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Bruce sighed, undoing his tie and taking off his suit jacket. “I was looking for a way to get out of Tony’s party.”

After looking you over and making some general observations, Bruce dug through some cases and pulled out a needle and a small little bottle of clear liquid.

You swallowed, backing up into the corner of the room and shaking your head. “No needles!”

“This will help you, I made it myself. It waters down the flu symptoms and fights off the invading pathogen that has caused you to be ill.” Bruce explained while he put the liquid in the shot.

Before you could protest any more, Pietro had you in his arms, holding your arms steady for Bruce to put the injection in. You kicked and shouted, but in the end, Bruce was able to give you the shot.

A few things happened after that:

1.) You wouldn’t talk to Pietro directly for the rest of the night.

2.) Your fever and nausea had gone down.

3.) By the next morning, Pietro was throwing up as well.

((Meh. I had a horrible time coming up with ideas for this one, I am not sure how it turned out. Thank you to everyone who sent in some inspiration for me. I am sorry if I didn’t include your idea specifically, I simply got so many different ideas that it was crazy! Thank you all!))

akingligaya asked:

wait wait ... aa homestuck au where the prosecutors are the trolls??? idk why but iagining miles as karkat is funny to me.

I HAVE NOT EVEN MET KARKAT YET BUT I KNOW HE IS THE ANGRY ONE HONESTLY I CAN IMAGINE THIS