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Body Aches Sickfic Prompts🤒😫:

1: Constantly clinging to caretaker because everything hurts, they're miserable, and they don't know what to do with themselves.

2: Crying any time something cold touches their sensitive body.

3: Being extra sensitive to bumping into things, or to rough touch.

4: Just straight up inconsolable crying because they feel bad all over and they're just fed up.

5: Cuddling with caretaker in a warm shower/bath.

6: Being fed pain meds by caretaker.

7: Whining while getting a massage from caretaker, because even the lightest touch hurts.

8: Curled up in bed, not wanting to move and swaddled in blankets.

9: Being super uncomfortable on a car ride because every bump is painful.

10: Making a bed for themselves in whatever the warmest room in the house happens to be.

#OH YEAH LETS GO #body aches #sickfic whump

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childhood cold whump moment I’ve never forgotten:

so I read this nonfiction picture book about a young girl who saved a train from derailing—it was a whole ordeal where she ran through a rainy storm to warn the train a bridge had collapsed, and she ended up saving the lives of a couple people.

BUT after the fact, she got such a bad chill from being in the rain all night that she was confined to bed for weeks, and her teeth chattered so badly that her doctor had to carve a wooden peg to put between her teeth so she didn’t break them.

she ended up making a full recovery but MAN 12-year old me was like 👀👀👀

(for you nosy folk I believe it was called Kate Shelley: Bound for Legend!)

#heroics self sacrifice AND cold whump #it was truly a story made for me #cold whump #irl whump

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Reblog to boop your whumpees

#BOOP

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For the love of god, listen to “In the Woods Somewhere” by Hozier. It’s such great whump. At least read the lyrics. Prime Sickfic material.

oooh I listened and it IS!!!!

#anon

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Hi! Do you happen to remember/have seen around a prompt list about illness symptoms besides fever? I swear I've seen one at some point, though I'm not sure how recently, and I'm currently stuck trying to figure out ways to spice up something i've been playing with and coming up blank (in my defense I don't write sickfic very often)

I'm not expecting you to do miracles, of course, but if you happen to be able to locate something like that without too much trouble (or if one of your followers maybe has something like it), could you perhaps point me towards it?

Thank you so much for your help!

hmmmm I wish I could be better help anon! while I’m not sure I’m familiar with any reference like that, I do find that medical resources can be super helpful when brainstorming about specific illnesses (think Mayo Clinic, WebMD, Cleveland Clinic). obviously they’re written from the POV of someone who wants to recover, but they can be super helpful if you’re looking for symptom lists!

#anon #whump prompt #sickfic prompt

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Hi! I saw you say you were low on original ideas for cold whump. Cold whump is also one of my favorite tropes and I love your writing. So I thought I could offer you an idea I’ve never been able to make anything out of:

There have been several instances of doctors being able to revive people who have frozen to death. There is actual saying in medicine “they’re not dead until they’re warm and dead”. I always wanted to see something about a Whumpee who gets revived after being thawed out, but like I said, I’ve never been able to come up with something myself. So feel free to use this if it inspires you!

ooooh I have heard of this but I’ve never used it in a fic before!!! thanks for the inspo!!

#anon

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OKAY SMTH I THOUGHT ABT IN CUTE DOMESTIC SICKFICS

Characters realising they have a sofa bed so they can put sickie on the bed downstairs so they can be infront of the TV plus near the kitchen for food and stuff- they can make sickie all comfortable under a duvet with pillows

THAT IS VERY CUTE ANON

#anon #sickfic prompt

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A whumpee, passed out in the cold, waking up to a crowd of everyone they love worriedly watching over them, some offering hot food and drink.

is there anything better????

#anon #caretaking #whump prompt

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hello. Was trying (and failing) to find a specific whump and accidentally stumbled across your post about character A working so much cause of financial issues and being so overworked and tired as character B taking care of them cause that’s all they can do atm.. exactly what I was looking for. I’m new to this whole whump community (like SUPER new) Can you please tell me how to find such stuff? Say poverty/self sacrifice/exhaustion all bundled to one? Thanks in advance!

Man I wish I could be better help! Tbh the reason I wrote that was because *I* wasn’t finding it and wanted to read it, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be 😅 if anyone has any recs for this anon, reply to this post!!!

(and thank you so much for reading!!!!)

#anon #whump

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hello my friend. i am coming into your house to ask you for your favourite hypothermia-related sickfic tropes so i can steal them and use them for my fics. if you do not have any i would like to steal your favourite fever-related trops instead. thank you for your content

-LZ

YEEEE YOU'VE ENTERED THE ZONE YOU'RE IN IT NOW

-Character being found Literally Almost Frozen and brought back from the brink of death by their rescuers I know it's not realistic and I don't care

-And being so so weak during the recovery process, taking a day or more just to wake up properly

-Whumpee being stuck somewhere unable to leave (injury, tied up etc.), all the while the temperature is falling rapidly...

-When they're found conscious but shaking and confused, clinging weakly and desperately to whoever finds them

-When they can't get warm even after they're out of the worst of it, shivering violently around whatever warm drink they've been given, warm blankets doing nothing to stem the chill

-Still waking up in fear even weeks later, forgetting they were rescued and thinking they're still out there somewhere in the cold, unable to shake the feeling of ice under their bones

-BONUS: getting sick almost immediately after recovering from the cold because their immune system is all out of whack

#hypothermia #currently RATTLING the bars of my enclosure #ARE YOU KIDDING ME OP #you had me at ice clinging to their bones

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hey, i've been here on anon a couple times when sick and shared whump experiences but i just had a major one today and i thought i'd share. I'm a university student so usually take care of myself. but recently i got into a relationship (both me and my partner are each other's first!!!) and i was headed to a society event that we usually go to but i was feeling really bad. he kept checking up on me, asking if i was alright, then asking if i was sure, he was absolutely wonderful about everything <3 i leant my head into his shoulder whilst we were sat with friends waiting for the event to start, and he just started running his fingers through my hair, sometimes even with both hands. and he kept checking if i was alright and whether i had meds, and then when we discussed me not doing the event this week, he was asking if i had food at home (because i still need to food shop and we usually go to a cafe after the event). eventually i pulled my face out of his chest and he looked at me really worriedly and said i looked flushed (it's really hard for me to flush) and then before i knew it, he had his hand on my forehead and one on his own to compare and was saying that i was quite warm and he was worried :( and it was the first time i've had an irl whump experience like that. we decided i shouldn't attend the event because i wouldn't enjoy it if i wasn't feeling good, and i ordered an uber and he absolutely insisted on coming out and waiting for the uber with me. as we were waiting, he was being so lovely, speaking so softly, little jokes to get me to laugh or smile, he's just the best honestly <3 and then i left and he told me to tell him my temperature as soon as i took it and to get some proper rest. and then all through the event, he was texting me even though it's typically a no-phone event (it's live-action roleplay events, so everyone is essentially always in character) to make sure i was okay and resting and that i had taken medication and what not <333333 it was just overall so so lovely so i thought i'd share because my love language is truly acts of service but i thought such a thing might never happen but honestly <3 there are some amazing people out there and i can't believe i found one who would be so incredibly lovely and understanding and wonderful throughout my irl whump experience <3 it really can happen irl!!

awww that’s so sweet! So glad you had someone there for you during your irl moment 🥰

#irl whump #anon

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this was originally written for the sicktember prompt “I should have stayed home” but I forgot about it. so enjoy it now!!!

A raises their eyebrows as they see B dressing to go into town. “B, are you sure you don’t want us to to stay home and rest for another week? I can handle it.”

B shakes their head, pulling on their coat and winding their scarf around their neck. “I’m fine. I’ll go mad if I have to stay inside another day, and I want to help.”

A sighs, trying not to notice the dark shadows under B’s eyes. B’s been under the weather for the last week and a half, battling a terrible cold that hit along with the sudden cold snap. After nearly a week of being too weak to leave their bed, B had been getting restless, their mind tired of being confined to the cabin even while their body struggled to recover. But A wants to trusts B’s judgement of their own body and how they're feeling, so they let the matter drop.

Besides, A thinks, with the smallest tinge of guilt, we really do need the money from this market—maybe they really are ready to help. The doctor’s visits and bottle of medicines had stretched them thin this month, and there were only a few markets left to sell as much as they could before winter would set in.

On the ride into town, B seems alright—a bit more talkative and a few more smiles and rough-voiced laughs at A’s banter. And for a moment, A wonders if B’s just feeling better than they look.

But when they arrive at the town’s weekend market and start to set up their wares, A notices the way B struggles to lift even the lightest of the crates, how frequently they stop tug their scarf closer against the damp, misty air, how hunched their shoulders are. A says nothing, but tries to move the other crates as quickly as possible to ensure B doesn’t have to work as hard.

“You sure you’re okay, B?” A asks as they unload the final crate. They look exhausted.

B nods, though A notices they’re a few shades paler than when they left home. “I’m alright. Just not used to this much activity.” They try a weak smile, but it only serves to underscore how worn out they already look.

“B, if you need a break, you rest, alright?” A’s voice is stern, but they let their hand gently squeeze B’s shoulder, and B nods again. “And if you're not feeling well, you tell me.” B nods, their gaze already slightly glazed, and A fights back the urge to head for home right that moment. Trust them. They’ll say something.

The market opens, and soon A’s swept up in orders, chatting with friends and neighbors, hurriedly moving about their stand to ensure everyone has what they need. Out of the corner of their eye, they see B seated on one of the barrels they brought.

Good, A thinks as they take the money from another customer. They're taking a break like they're supposed to.

The morning continues, cold and cloudy and breezy, with a steady stream of customers buying their goods. It isn’t until a lull in the customers later in the morning that A sees C, a fellow vendor and friend from a neighboring farmstead, come by with a grey wool blanket tucked under their arms.

A shakes hands with C and the two exchange pleasantries about the weather, the harvest, the town news, and everything in between as A gathers up C’s usual order.

Then, C holds out the blanket. “For B.”

A takes the blanket, a puzzled expression on their face. “What?”

C gestures behind them. “Poor thing’s looked miserable all morning, and we had an extra blanket in our wagon. D said they couldn’t bear to watch them freeze for another minute.”

A whirls around. Sure enough, B’s curled up on the barrel, visibly trembling and clutching their coat close to themselves, and most definitely not the picture of health.

A takes the outstretched blanket and hurriedly nods to C in gratitude, then rushes back to B, who looks awful. All the color is gone from their face, their lips are a faint purplish-blue, and their teeth are chattering. When A takes B's hands, they feel like ice. A should have known that B would be too easily chilled in weather like this, especially considering how under the weather they’d been.

“B, what happened?” A briskly rubs B’s hands before tucking the blanket around B, then rubs their shoulders for good measure.

B tugs the blanket closer, shrugging. “Got c-cold.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“D-didn’t want t-to bother you. We need the money.”

A curses under their breath, wrapping their arms around B and pulling them close, wincing as they feel how frail B is in their arms, the near-constant shivers that wrack their frame.

B’s voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “I s-should have s-s-stayed home.”

They weren’t better after all, A thinks grimly. Helplessly, they look around the stand—boxes of goods that need packing up, loaded back into the wagon—and then there’s B, who’s practically collapsing in A’s arm, who A desperately wants to get out of the wind—

Before they can even begin to feel the full weight of the crushing guilt, C’s in their line of vision, eyes full of concern. “Go home. We’ll take care of this.”

“C, I can’t—“

“A, don’t worry. We’ll pack it all up. You can stop by the farm whenever to get it.”

A can barely whisper a thank you through the lump in their throat, then turns to B. “Alright, B. Let’s get you home and warmed up.”

Gone is the easy chatter of their ride into town—now, B just curls into A’s side, face buried in the blanket, soft, keening whimpers as they press their body closer to A and their warmth. Around them, the smallest snowflakes begin to fall, little glittering shards that dust A’s coat and make them will their horse to go faster.

When they arrive home, A practically leaps out of the wagon, B in their arms. A hurries B inside, setting them in a chair and stoking the coals to get the fire high. B’s trembling from head to toe, and A hastily covers them in another blanket, vigorously rubbing their arms. “There you go. I’ll get something hot for you to drink, then get you in a warm bath. How does that sound?” A tries to keep their voice even. B’s teeth are chattering too hard to respond.

After putting the horse and wagon away, A gets to work heating some canned broth from their pantry, then helps spoon feed sips through B’s lips when they’re shaking too hard to hold the bowl.

When they’re finished, A realizes that B’s ghostly pallor had been replaced with glassy eyes and high spots of color on their cheeks.

“B…how are you feeling?” A’s tone is cautious, warning.

“Cold,” B rasps, and still they shivered and clung to the blankets as they hunched close to the fire. “Need…need the hot bath.”

A palms a cool hand on B’s forehead, and their worst fears are confirmed. Whether B’s fever had never been gone or had relapsed when B had gotten chilled, it was back with a vengeance. They’re sicker now than they had been all week.

“B, you’ve got a fever. I….I can’t.”

B’s eyes are wild, feverish, desperate. “Please. Even a minute or two.” Their voice cracks on the last word, and they cough feebly.

“B, I can’t. I’m so sorry.”

After a few minutes of desperate pacing, a compromise was reached: a small washbasin filled with heated water so B could soak their feet and hopefully take the edge off their chills.

After being dressed in the softest clothes A could find, B’s tucked into bed under two quilts pulled up to their chin.

B coughs feebly and tugs the blankets over their nose. Outside, the wind howls as a fall storm blows through, small icy pellets pelting the windowpanes, and B shudders weakly. “The wind. I can still feel it in my bones.”

A doesn’t feel a draft—only the stuffy air of an overheated cabin. Still, they smooth the quilts over B’s body before covering them with a third blanket, gently hushing them. B grasps the covers, squeezing their eyes shut as a single tear escapes.

“Please, A. I’m so cold. I want to go home.”

Great. Now they’re hallucinating.

“You’re alright. You’re inside where it’s warm.”

“Please, A. I want to go home.” B’s voice cracks on the last plea, and A can’t take it any more. They crawl under the covers with B, wrapping them up in their arms and hugging them close, feeling the fever burn through the layers.

“I’ll keep you warm, B. Just try to sleep.”

B rolls over to face A, and A can just catch the tear tracks in the flickering light of the fire. But it’s only a moment before B buries their face in A’s chest. So A hugs them closer, whispering soft, encouraging words as they try and lull B to sleep.

#cold whump #fever whump #sickfic whump #this has been languishing in my inbox for a while #so HERE #*throws shiny object your way*

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I'm in the cooler a lot at work, and something I haven't seen talked about to often is having to go back into the cold. For me, first going in feels like nothing. If I have to come out to watch registers or use the bathroom, yea my hands burn a little and I didn't realize how cold they were before, but I'm still fine. Going back i n to the cooler though? Full body chills instantly, quick loss of feeling in fingers, suddenly i have to zip and throw the hood of my hoodie over myself, when previously I was fine with it just draped on me. And having to grab cold cans on top of that? My hands don't work for the rest of the night. My thighs and chest have been cold for an hour or two after I get home before. I've only recently discovered that my favorite part about working the cooler is the subtle pity I get from my coworkers about how I must be freezing

gah, I feel cold just READING that 🥶 no one ever talks about how prolonged cold exposure just sinks into your bones and makes you freezing. and don’t even mention trying to warm up after because it takes so long. but at least your coworkers have sympathy for your plight??

in any case, sending you warm drinks and blankets for after work, anon! ☕️

#cold whump #irl whump #reading this made me want to curl up in blankets

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recovering A is sitting outside with caretaker B. it’s a pleasant day, with mild weather and sunshine, and B figures that even though A’s still fairly weak, the fresh air will do them good. and for a while, it does seem to lift their spirits and bring a bit of color back in their pale cheeks.

A enjoys being outdoors at first, but despite their sweater and the heat of the afternoon sun, they’re barely warm at all.

suddenly, the sun darts behind a cloud, and A shudders.

“feeling alright?” B asks, brow furrowing.

“I’m okay.” A wraps their arms around themselves, trying to ignore the goosebumps that prickle down their spine, and wishes they’d brought out a blanket to tuck around them. I thought the sweater was enough, it’s not even that cold.

the sun returns a few minutes later, but it’s too late—A feels their frail body start to tremble, overcompensating for the slight change in temperature.

“A, you’re shivering.”

“Just got a chill, that’s all.” A hates the way their voice wavers, the way they can barely force the words out through their chattering teeth, the way their bones are suddenly, impossibly freezing, like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over their head.

B jumps up from their chair and instantly comes to A’s side, cursing softly. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought you out—“

“It’s fine, B. I wanted to come outside for a change.” Still, B helps them up and guides them inside to their chair, then covers their shivering frame with one blanket, then two, and begins to build up the fire in the small cabin.

“I’ll make you some tea, too, try and warm you up from the inside…” B’s voice trails off as they rustle around in the kitchen.

But A knows it’s no use from experience: they won’t truly stop feeling chilled until their hot bath tonight. And I can’t take my bath too early or else I’ll inevitably get cold some other stupid way, and I’m not making B run me two baths.

Recovering has been slow and frustrating, this part most of all. Why can’t their body maintain their temperature like it used to? Why are they so damn cold all the time?

They don’t realize they’re crying until they feel wipe away the twin tears on their cheeks, and they see B crouching to eye level. The concern on B’s face only makes A cry harder—they don’t want to be this weak, they didn’t used to be this way, they just want things to be better…

And they must say all that out loud, because now B’s arms are around them. “I know. I know it’s hard. We’ll get through this, A.”

There will be more blankets, and hot tea, and against A’s efforts, two baths. But in that moment, A’s never been more grateful for the warmth of B’s arms.

I will get through this.

#cold whump #cold intolerance #recovering whumpee #temperature dysregulation #I just want to wrap them up :(

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please consider a whumpee who can never get dry

maybe they work on a ship or in a job related to the water, or maybe they just live in a climate that’s always wet and rainy. whatever the case, make sure that it’s impossible for them to ever get fully dry, or warm, or comfortable. Make sure the damp chill clings to their bones, and no amount of blankets or time in bed can chase away the deep cold in their core.

oh, and if you’re feeling especially cruel, add a stiff breeze that blows straight through them.

#cold whump #just A Thing

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alright I already reblogged this but I could not stop Thinking Thoughts

like they need help walking from place to place and they can only manage a few steps before they need to sit down

they’re constantly cold and always need some kind of wrap or blanket around them, or else they’ll get a chill

all their movements are slow and stiff, like it takes twice as much work to move around even though they’re much thinner than usual

they try to focus but their attention span is shot—and their friends can tell when they see that thousand-yard stare in their eyes

shaky hands and balance issues make it impossible for them to do anything requiring fine motor skills

a “good day” consists of maybe a few hours up and about before they need to go back to bed and rest again—they’re out of the woods but still so incredibly weak

Love it when characters have been through some torment or captivity or illness or Big Bad Event and come away from it just...gaunt. Thin and hollowed out, circles under their eyes that refuse to fade no matter how much they rest. So pale and skinny they look like a breeze could blow them over. Thin hair, shaky limbs. Eyes squinting outside, unused to bright light. You know, all that.

#I’m currently obsessing over this fjsjsjshshsdb #who knows I may have more #whump #whump prompt

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Love it when characters have been through some torment or captivity or illness or Big Bad Event and come away from it just...gaunt. Thin and hollowed out, circles under their eyes that refuse to fade no matter how much they rest. So pale and skinny they look like a breeze could blow them over. Thin hair, shaky limbs. Eyes squinting outside, unused to bright light. You know, all that.

#GAH #YES #THIS IS SO GOOD #they’re out of the woods but not completely recovered #and they just look so worn out #recovery