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REQUEST: Peter and MJ r together and Peter has the stomach flu and MJ helps him

*no reader*

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"Pete? Can I come in?" MJ's hesitant voice rang through. "No..." Peter said, his voice trailing off into a groan as he heaved again. A sigh was heard from the other side, "Peter, I have some shit that'll help you, let me in," MJ said, her voice growing annoyed.

A retch answered her statement. MJ rolled her eyes and sighed again, "Ok, I'm coming in," She announced and opened the door.

Her boyfriend of... maybe 2 or 3 months was sat with his back against the sink cupboard holding his head in his hands and groaning softly.

MJ sat down next to him and put the crackers on the floor next to the Gatorade. She didn't say anything which left the room in silence.

Whenever MJ was sick, her older sister would just come in and sit with her: MJ thought this would help.

Apparently, it did because no less than 2 minutes later, MJ felt something land on her shoulder.

MJ gently bounced her shoulder and got an annoyed groan, "Whaaaat?" Peter drawled out, not quite with it yet. "Come on bug boy, let's get you to bed so you can rest on something other than my shoulder," Peter let out a long sigh before he moved his head from MJ's shoulder. MJ got up first and stretched with a small groan as her back muscles moved.

She saw Peter struggling to get up and offered a hand. Peter grabbed it and hauled himself up. MJ was slightly alarmed at how hot his hand was, but chose to remain silent.

Peter eyed the toilet suspiciously and MJ placed a hand on his shoulder, "You ok there, bug boy?" Peter nodded slowly and moved his gaze to the door. MJ pushed the door open more and helped Peter to her bedroom.

Peter practically threw himself on the bed with a hand covering his eyes. "MJ... I'm not being annoying... but can you turn the lights off? Or at least down? It's just... my head..." MJ made a show of rolling her eyes before she realised his eyes were shut, "I'm rolling my eyes at you, but whatever,"

Even though they'd had several steamy make-outs, (and just as many near sex accidents) MJ still didn't do emotions.

MJ turned the lights off and Peter let out a loud groan (which MJ only felt *slightly* turned on by)(even though she knows that's bad)

"MJ..." Peter began and MJ couldn't help the sigh, "Yeah?" MJ could hear Peter swallow thickly, "Do you have a bucket?" MJ immediately felt bad for sighing, "Yeah, of course! I'll get it now," MJ disappeared for a couple of minutes before coming back with the plastic bin from the bathroom. "Pete?" She asked. MJ strained her ears to hear and she could hear Peter swallowing convulsively. MJ crossed her room in big strides. She put the bucket in his lap mere seconds before he was violently throwing up into the bucket. MJ (guessed you do this normally) put a hand in between Peter's shoulder blades and rubbed them jerkily as he threw up, his back jumping with heaves.

When he was done, he wiped his mouth with a groan (MJ noted not to let his right-hand touch hers unless it was washed) and leaned over to put the bucket on the floor.

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When Peter had proclaimed loudly that he "was done with puking" MJ suggested they put a movie on Netflix.

They ended up putting on Stranger Things.

MJ was idly playing with Peter's hair as he dozed in her lap. It took MJ nearly 40 minutes to realise that she was plaiting his hair.

MJ glanced down and didn't see him showing any signs of waking up, so she continued. Her hands weaved through his hair and she gently scratched his scalp as she did it

Peter was sighing in bliss and occasionally letting out a groan every time she hit a good spot.

It made MJ undo all of the plaits and run her fingers through his hair. She may not be the best company when somebody is sick, but she gives bomb ass headmassages.

And that's good enough.