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acozysoulwrites · 7 months
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Sick Ken headcanons | Ken x reader
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Had this cute thought of Ken coming to the real world with you and choosing to be a human and how he would react to getting sick for the first time
✮ Soon after coming to the real world to live with you, Ken gets sick.
✮ You told him that if he kept swearing on not wearing a shirt when going out in the rain (he absolutely loves feeling real rain) that he’d soon get sick.
✮ He really regrets not listening.
✮ “Ken you don’t look so hot” you’d said that morning.
✮ Sometime after you got to work, Ken called you, his voice raspy and off, and you instantly knew what was up.
✮ You apologized to your boss before taking leave. You wouldn't leave every time he got sick, but this being his first time, you knew he was probably miserable and confused.
✮ His eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks flushed and his forehead radiated heat.
✮ "Ken, sweetie you're burning up," You say softly, your hand laid against his forehead.
✮ He just looked up at you with those damn puppy eyes, confusion sparking in them as you spoke.
✮ "Why do I feel like I got run over by a hundred horses?" He grumbles.
✮ "Don't worry" You say when you notice the concern in his eyes.
✮ He has the sniffles and you have to dig through your closet for a box of tissues.
✮ You make him soup and when you come back into your room, you find Ken snuggling with one of your plushies, eyes all sad and his lip pouty.
✮ For being sick, he looked absolutely adorable, and cold, he looks cold too.
✮ "Here" You hand him the soup and grab a blanket from the closet.
✮ If he's not feeling well enough to hold it himself, you spoon-feed him little bites after blowing lightly. You didn't want his mouth to get burnt.
✮ When you try leaving the room, Ken groans and tugs at your shirt.
✮ "Don't go" He whines, dramatically reaching a shaky hand out toward you. "What if I get cold again?"
✮ "That's what your blanket is for Ken, dear" You chuckle.
✮ He is 100% a big baby. He wants you by his side, and if you think Ken is clingy already, prepare for that to be amped up ten times more.
✮ If he is getting sick, and unable to keep his food down, you rub his back and sit with him in the bathroom, assuring him that you aren't bothered by this at all.
✮ He feels bad that you have to waste your time on him all day. He knows that you should be at work.
✮ "Any time spent with you, even if you're sick, is time well spent," You tell him.
✮ He does not handle stomach aches well, curling up in a fetal position and sobbing is his idea of 'handling' them.
✮ He hugs himself, self-soothing at its finest.
✮ If the pain is too much, you give him medicine and melatonin. This works fast as he's never had to take medication or sleep aid before. He is OUT.
✮ He sleeps through the whole night, and when you wake up, he's snuggled into your side, sleepy, puffy eyes shut softly.
Okay stop this was the cutest thing ever.... I want to write more sick Ken fics...
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thekindwolf99 · 2 years
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So I’ve been scrolling through AO3 for the last week, reading my way through several #Polin stories and I have noticed something
Maybe it’s just me but there is a real lack of Hurt! Colin or Hurt! Pen or one of them being terribly ill. Just the entire trope of the person I didn’t know I was in love with is sick/hurt and I can’t live without them and then oh s”it I’m in love with them, seems to be missing from tags.
Like I’ve read RMB and I’ve watched the first two seasons on Netflix (side note, I am buzzing for season 3 🥰😅) so I know these guys go through quite a bit of heart-ache (especially Pen) throughout the book and series.
But it’s just I’m in the mood for this trope as well as the Alive! Edmund Bridgerton stories because damnit he was a good dad who deserved to live longer to see his kids grow up and find love and not be killed suddenly by a bee sting (spoilers)
Now I know people would say if you want it so badly why don’t you write it yourself?
And to that I’d say I’m not that confident in my own writing. I have written some brief Harry Potter and BBC merlin fics on fan fiction.net (under Kind Baudelaire) but I got side tracked and never finished. I also have a good portion of my Grammarly account filled up with half ideas for fanfics that will never see the light of day.
I mean to be fair I could try but my anxiety and procrastination would mean that I would never get one completed and if I did they would not be any good.
So please if anyone knows of any stories with either of those tropes please let me know and include it in a comment or repost. 🙏🏻🙏🏻
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spinzolliii · 17 days
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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.
Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.
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unclewaynemunson · 6 months
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Pt2 to this post
'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.
It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.
Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'
'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'
Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.
'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'
'What happened?'
He sighs. 'It's complicated.'
'Wanna tell me about it?'
The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.
But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.
He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.
'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.
Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.
'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'
'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.
Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.
'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.
'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'
'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'
She nods. 'Okay.'
For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.
'Is it Eddie?'
Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.
'Wha- what?'
'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'
'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.
Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'
Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'
'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'
'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'
Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'
To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.
'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'
'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'
'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'
'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.
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relaxxattack · 19 days
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people will really write rose as a badass girlboss as if her main character trait isn’t hubris. as if her main story arc wasn’t her fucking things over for everyone time and time again by assuming she was better and wiser. oh you think rose is a girlboss? rose who intentionally allowed herself to be corrupted by morally ambiguous terrors because she thought it might give her a slight mental advantage on the game? rose who willingly went along with the manipulation of a groomer because she thought his idea of putting a tumor into the universe was smart? THAT rose? that rose??? why don’t you ask her where the green sun is. since she’s such a competent and intelligent boss bitch
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squintingcats · 8 months
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List of symptoms
I hate having whump fantasies that involve some vague fever that doesn’t have consistent symptoms to make it feel real. Here’s a handy list to flesh out the nature of your whumpee’s illness.
Let’s go:
Dizziness/faintness
Congestion
Sneezing
Coughing
Headache
Muscle aches
Joint aches
Cramping
Exhaustion/lethargy
Shivering
Wheezing/trouble breathing
Sore throat (trouble speaking and swallowing)
Sweating (leads to dehydration)
Flushed and/or pale skin
Delirium (delusions, nightmares, lack of filter, inability to regulate emotions, hallucinations, incoherent speech, confusion)
Nausea/vomiting
Abdominal pain (burning, stabbing, soreness)
Chest pain (burning, stabbing, soreness, tightness)
Pain/pressure behind the eyes
Feeling too hot or too cold
Weakness
Blurred vision
Weight loss (loss of appetite)
Rapid heartbeat
Abnormal breathing (rapid, shallow, panting)
Sensory sensitivity (light, sound, touch, smell, taste)
Tell me more……
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tenmastrousers · 7 months
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I too am obsessed with @pakhnokh 's DTIYS
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sickiehugs · 5 months
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Tough and hot-tempered characters becoming extremely protective of their sick partner
Getting angry at anyone who dares ask their Sickie a favor while they're supposed to be resting
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nho-jungle · 2 years
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the world needs less jealousy tropes and more polyamory
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whumpingaround · 6 months
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non-human caretaker telling sick/injured whumpee, “you humans are so fragile” <3
that’s it that’s what’s rattling around in my brain rn
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whump-a-saurus · 9 days
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i had a vision please let me just
cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing
a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.
at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.
most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.
once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.
whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.
after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.
now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.
whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.
whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.
(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)
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whump-allthe-way · 7 months
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“thanks.. dad..” says whumpee, their voice rough and low, as caretaker threads their fingers through their tangled hair
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“no please-! dad make it stop! it hurts- please-!” as they thrash and scream, arching away from whumper’s blade as they slice and carve into their skin, caretaker watching in chains
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spinzolliii · 2 months
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God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.
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jump-in-the-whump · 3 months
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Imagine a heavily injured whumpee, they breathe heavily and can hardly stand or even talk. Their trembling hands can barely apply pressure on the wound, and because of this they are almost completely covered in blood, which doesn't stop from flowing freely.
Then imagine the caretaker approaching them, desperate and out of breath. They repeatedly ask whumpee how they feel, how they can help them, as they extend their hands towards whumpee.
But then whumpee retreats.
For fear?
Anger?
Embarrassment?
Pride?
It's up to you, but whatever it is, this scenario annihilates me every single time
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whump-or-whatever · 9 months
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You know that feeling you get when you’ve spun around in circles for too long? The one where the whole world is unsteady and you are physically incapable to remaining upright or walking in a straight line?
Yeah. Make your whumpee so sick/malnourished/dehydrated/concussed that that’s all they feel. Make them stumble from side to side, slam into walls, find themself on the floor without knowing how they got there, and try to crawl but only manage to flop pathetically before collapsing outright and closing their eyes against the nauseating experience.
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squintingcats · 9 months
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“I’m sorry. I have to do this, okay?”
Said by Caretaker before:
Lowering Whumpee into a cold bath for their dangerously high fever
Lowering Whumpee into a lukewarm bath for their dangerously severe hypothermia (it feels boiling to them)
Doing stitches, cleaning and dressing a wound, etc.
Cauterization
Forcing them to eat/drink something after an extended period of illness and/or starvation
Resetting a broken bone
Field surgery
Dragging their ass to an actual hospital
Dragging their ass to an actual therapist
Restraining them during a violent (as in, physically harmful) flashback or nightmare
Inducing vomiting when the Whumpee clearly needs to, but can’t
Uncomfortable medicine (bad-tasting, syringes, aerosolized medicine through a weird mask, etc.)
Moving a Whumpee who’s in a particularly bad state
Tell me more.
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