#sickfics

[generic-whumperz]

Forehead kisses make everything better tho

#here’s a little kiss to make you feel better #caretaker trying their best #sickfic whump #whumpblr #whump #whump writing #whump stuff #whump drabble #whump blog #whump memes #sicknario #sick characters #sick whumpee #sickness #sickfics #sickfic #sickfic meme #whumpee caretaker #caretaker #sick whump #whumpee #smooches ur foreheads #kissing him on the forehead #forehead kisses #kisses for whumpee #a fever you can't sweat out #tremors #delirious whumpee

[sicktember]

Welcome to the Sicktember 2022 prompt list!

Sicktember is a month-long, multi-fandom prompt event that is taking place in September! This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.

Please refer to our FAQ . If you still have questions or need clarification, feel free to send an ask on this blog, or our personal blogs @yes-i-am-happyaspie and @obsessionoftheday.

We are so excited about this event and hope to have lots of participation! We can’t wait to read what you all create with these prompts!

[Text Version of the Prompts Below the Cut]

30 Prompts!

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.'

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. 'I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It's Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid reflux/heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

Alternate Prompts!

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

#Sicktember 2022 #sickfics #writing prompts #prompt event #30 days of prompts #writing event #whump #hurt/comfort #sick character #sickfic prompts #all creators #all mediums #all fandoms #tell your friends!

[aioliravioli-69]

This panel just really makes me want to write/draw a sickfic for cb in which Budy gets sick and Chase cares for him

the goth needs the attention and no amount of denial can convince me he doesn't😭😭

#buddy #cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #sickfics #It'd be adorable #Buddy just flusters up because Chase is fussing about him #chase hollow #I just need to figure out a scenario

[eyluvu]

Just finished the lost hero which obviously means i need to write a bunch of leo valdez sickfics🎀

#vienna rants #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #the lost hero #leo valdez #sickfics

[somber-sapphic]

500 Follower Celebration Masterlist

1. Sickly Sparring - Alex x sick R

2. Cooking With A Cold - Natasha x Sick R

3. “Allergies don’t make you shiver like that” + “I’ve had a cold before” + ✈️ — sick Lena x Kara

4. “Are you sure you’re okay?” + “I’m just tired” + ❄️ + 🌡️ — WandaNat x sick R

5. “Oh sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought” + “I don’t feel too hot” + 🏥 — WandaNat x sick R

6. “I know its gross but you need medicine” + “you don’t know what you’re talking about” + 🌡️ — Natasha x sick R

7. “Oh sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought” + “I don’t feel so hot” + ✈️ — sick Natasha x R

8. “That doesn’t look like just a cold” + “You’re smothering me” + 🏥 — sick Wanda x Natasha

9. “What are you doing up?” + “Five more minutes, then rest” + 💼 — WandaNat x sick R

10. “Are you sure you’re okay” + “You don’t know what you’re talking about” + 🌡️ + — WandaNat x sick R

(+1). "Allergies dont make you shiver like that" + "You dont know what you're talking about" + 🌡️ + ❄️ — sick Lena x Kara

#500 follower celebration #sickfics #masterlist #sickfic Masterlist

[hathorneheiress]

Grayson Hawthorne sickfics pt3

Grayson's POV

I had no idea how long I was out for, but when I regained consciousness Nash and Jameson were standing over my bedside.

I realized that I was almost naked, aside from my undergarments, but was thankfully covered by a thin sheet. My whole body felt on fire yet cold at the same time.

Slightly embarrassed by my state of undress and position I was in, I asked the only sensible question that came to mind. "What in the world happened?" I croaked out.

"You fainted." Nash explained. "I found you in your office. You have a very high fever and we have called the doctor. He should be here any minute."

I didn't like the thought of that but was smart enough to know that I shouldn't argue with Nash. I was so tired and all I wanted to do was sleep, even though I had just passed out for a few minutes. Well, I hope I did.

"How long was out?"

"About an hour." Nash replied.

I could feel my eyes widen at the shocking news. "What?" I exclaimed.

"You were out for about an hour." He reiterated.

I could feel myself rising from the bed, but Nash gently yet firmly pushed me back down. "You are going nowhere for the rest of the day."

Just then the doctor came and I was evaluated. As I had thought, it was over exhaustion. I was working myself to hard, and I need to take it easy for the next few days. The fever should pass by morning. Drink plenty of fluids and stay in bed. That was the doctor's orders.

I tried not to sulk after the doctor left. This was everything I already knew and I did not want to stay in bed. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice.

I was forced by Jameson to drink a rather large glass of water. I did, and then began to feel myself drifting off to sleep.

By this point Nash had left and Jameson was beginning to leave as well. There was no doubt in my mind I would be checked on every hour.

My eyelids drooped lower and I could feel sleep washing over me like a tide. Before I went into La-la land, I thought of how relieved I was that I was fine.

Boy was I wrong.

Tagging @lovelylima

#the brothers hawthorne #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #sickfics

[ickynights]

Finals season stress

Ivan + Seongmin

Seongmin’s older sister had warned the younger just how difficult his first finals season would be in college but he didn’t expect it to take over his life like this.

He prided himself on the neat arrangement of his side of the dorm, a stark contrast to his roommate and boyfriend, Ivan, whose space often looked more ‘lived-in’. Where Seongmin’s area was a model of college tidiness, with every book and note in its rightful place, not a piece of trash in sight. Dorm room magazines had nothing on him.

All of his attempts to stay the cleanest student in the dorm building held zero meaning now. Now, his room was nearly unrecognizable.

His once pristine desk was scattered with countless open textbooks, overlapped with papers covered in sticky notes which barely could be considered eligible. Half-empty coffee mugs and mounds of snack wrappers throughly filled the rest of the empty spaces. His laptop, buried under a mound of class handouts and old quizzes, buzzed with notification reminders of upcoming deadlines. The clothes that were usually folded neatly in the closet or tucked away in drawers, were draped over the back of his chair and cluttered atop his bed, some of which he wasn’t even sure were clean.

Normally, Ivan would tease his boyfriend about such a drastic change, but even he couldn’t bring himself to find humor in the situation this time. Although Ivan was busy with his own exams and essays, he couldn’t help but focus on how much of a mess his boyfriend had become.

Throughout the first semester, Seongmin had diligently prepared healthy meals for both himself and Ivan, almost never opting for the school’s cafeteria shitty food. However, over the past two weeks, his diet had taken a drastic turn. The poor boy had lived off of only two large family packs of Goldfish and far too many slices of cafeteria pizza for his belly’s comfort.

Ivan tried to convince Seongmin to at least throw some fruit into the mix but he was only met with an eye roll and a quiet no thanks. The only thing Ivan could do was watch as his once perfectly put together boyfriend practically wither away in stress induced malnourishment, and hope Seongmin could become himself again after finals ended.

—————

"Could you turn your show down a bit?" Seongmin groaned, his eyes glued to his English textbook. "I know you've finished all your work, but I still need to get through this essay."

Ivan obliged and lowered the volume of the Tv, and casted a sympathetic glance at Seongmin, “Why don’t you take a break to eat, baby. My mom brought over food earlier, it’s your favorite.”

Seongmin looked up from his laptop, something he was sure he hadn’t done all day. He noticed how concerned his boyfriend looked and his stomach practically screamed at him to put actual food in it, but he just simply didn’t have the time to eat anything.

“I have an hour left till this essay is due and I need to revise more,” Seongmin started, trying to ignore the instant eye roll he received back, “But, I promise the second I submit this essay, I’ll sit down and eat with you. Please bear with me, honey. You know I don’t like this any more than you do,” Seongmin pleaded, his expression morphing into a small pout that he hoped would soften Ivan’s frustration.

“Fine, but just so you know, I’m not letting you leave this room until you finish everything she’s made,” Ivan answered roughly, pushing himself up from the couch with an audible sigh of frustration. “I’m serious, Seongmin. You can’t keep skipping meals like this. It’s not healthy, and I won’t stand by and watch you run yourself into the ground,” Ivan added, his tone firm but tinged with worry.

“I appreciate your concern, Ivan, but you’re not my keeper,” Seongmin retorted, his voice sharp and eyes narrowing slightly in frustration. “I know my own limits, okay? I just need to get through this essay, and then I’ll eat—like I said. I don’t need a lecture on top of everything else right now.”

Ivan sighed heavily, the frustration evident in his voice as he grabbed his jacket. “You say that, but you’ve given me this promise like five times this week and guess what? You haven’t kept it once,” he pointed out sharply, his expression tight with irritation. Throwing on his jacket, he added, “So, excuse me if I’m not exactly overflowing with trust right now. Eat whatever you fucking want. I don’t care anymore.” Ivan left, slamming their door.

Seongmin watched silently as his stray papers swayed in the draft, the light rustling sound punctuating the tense silence left in the wake of their argument. His eyes lingered on the door, almost hoping his boyfriend would turn around and come right back in to make up with him.

With a heavy sigh, Seongmin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The room felt emptier without Ivan’s presence, and the weight of his words lingered in the air. Despite his annoyance, Seongmin knew Ivan was right. He had been neglecting his health, and his promises to take care of himself had fallen unanswered. Seongmin debated running out of the room to chase after Ivan but he knew the older needed space.

Taking a deep breath in, Seongmin focused himself back on his essay in hopes to finish in it in record time. Logistically, he knew exactly how to make it up to Ivan— the simple gesture of actually listening to him and eating the home cooked meal.

It didn't take long for Seongmin to finish editing the essay and submit it. While it wasn't as well-written as his previous work, he reasoned that one B couldn't hurt. Besides, he'd much rather prioritize making Ivan happy than obsess over the quality of his essay, that barely mattered in the long run.

Seongmin quickly got up from his chair and walked over to the microwave, where he knew Ivan had left the pre-made food. Opening the microwave, he found a large, steaming casserole dish filled. The enticing aroma of spices and slow-cooked flavors filled the air, making his mouth water in anticipation. The dish was a colorful array of tender chicken simmered in a spicy tomato sauce, mixed with bell peppers, onions, and black beans.

The food looked absolutely delicious, but Seongmin couldn't fathom how he was expected to finish the whole thing. There was no way Ivan's mom had made the dish just for him. Yet, Ivan had specifically instructed Seongmin to finish it all. He could very well had just been saying that out of anger but Seongmin was determined to appease his partner.

As Seongmin started eating, he found the dish to be incredibly tasty. Each bite was a mix of flavors and textures that reminded why he always chose to eat home cooked meals in the first place.

Seongmin continued eating, he could feel himself growing increasingly full and uncomfortable. Not even halfway through, he noticed his belly straining against his sweatpants. It audibly protested, signaling it was ready for him to stop. However, Seongmin was determined not to let Ivan down.

Despite his determination, Seongmin’s body began to rebel against the onslaught of food. With each bite, his stomach got increasingly more bloated the pressure in his belly building to an almost unbearable level. He shifted on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it offered little relief.

Seongmin rarely burped, finding the act rather disgusting. However, as he continued to eat, not a minute went by without a small (or large), involuntary burp escaping him. Each one seemed to release a bit of the pressure building up in his stomach, offering a momentary reprieve from the discomfort.

After what felt like an eternity, Seongmin finally finished the last bite of food. Despite feeling queasy and the slightest movement threatening to send him rushing to the bathroom, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the empty dish and his very bloated belly. With a sense of accomplishment mingled with discomfort, he sent the photo to Ivan, proof that he had indeed finished it all.

Seongmin carefully lowered himself back onto the couch, letting out a low groan as he felt the contents of his stomach swirl uncomfortably. The gurgling was becoming more and more concerning, with Seongmin watching in awe as he could practically see them rippling across his upper belly.

Seongmin had been no stranger to an upset tummy with how much junk he’d put into himself for the past week but this by far worse than anything he had ever experienced. The discomfort was becoming unbearable, and Seongmin was unsure if he’d even be able to digest all the food he just ate.

Just as he was about to roll over and try to sleep off the pain, he felt his phone vibrate with a notification. Seongmin moaned as he reached over to look at his phone.

The message from Ivan read, “Baby, please tell me you didn’t actually didn’t eat all that food?”

Seongmin rolled his eyes, wasn’t that exactly what the older had told him to do…

“That’s what you told me to do, was it not?” Seongmin replied, feeling a bit guilty for his obvious upset tone. But his tummy was hurting, who could blame him!

Ivan responded within seconds, “I was just kidding, baby! You must be feeling so sick :( I’m on my way home now, try to relax until then.”

Seongmin felt his belly loudly grumble as he read Ivan’s text. He glanced down with an apologetic look spread across his face. He had put the poor thing through hell over an exaggeration. Placing his hand onto his stomach, he rubbed it gently, wincing as it cramped, almost as if it was chastising him.

Thankfully, to Seongmin and his stomach's relief, Ivan arrived back at the door quickly with a bag full of medicine and waters in hand.

Ivan rushed over to Seongmin, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, dropping the bag onto the coffee table and placing his hand on Seongmin’s tummy.

“My tummy hurts,” Seongmin whined, leaning into Ivan’s touch.

Ivan frowned and used his other hand to caress his boyfriend’s lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think you’d take it literally,” he apologized, his voice filled with remorse. Leaning in, he kissed Seongmin gently, afraid to hurt him further. “I got you some medicine that should help it all digest easier. You think you can handle them right now?”

Seongmin nodded weakly, willing to try anything to get his stomach to settle. He sat up slowly, holding onto Ivan’s arm for balence, he took the medicine and swallowed it with the water, hoping for some relief.

The two settled into the couch, with Ivan lying behind Seongmin. He hummed softly as he rubbed gentle, soothing circles onto the younger’s belly. Seongmin closed his eyes, feeling the tension slowly drift away under Ivan’s touch. The rhythmic motion of Ivan’s hand was comforting, and Seongmin couldn’t help but relax into the embrace. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of Ivan’s soothing tune and the upset gurgling from Seongmin’s stomach.

Seongmin drifted off to sleep, the gentle rhythm of Ivan’s hand on his belly lulling him into a peaceful slumber. Ivan continued to rub Seongmin’s stomach, his touch light and soothing.

Ivan’s hand stilled as he felt the rumbles coming from Seongmin’s stomach grow more intense. He tried to follow their source, his brows furrowing in concern. Seongmin shifted slightly in his sleep, a soft moan escaping his lips. Ivan debated on whether to wake up the younger or not. It was obvious to him, Seongmin’s belly had zero plans on allowing the meal to stay inside it much longer, but Ivan didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s rest— he barely had any all week.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ivan gently shook Seongmin awake, his voice laced with concern. “Seongmin, wake up. Are you feeling okay?” he asked, his hand still resting on Seongmin’s belly. Seongmin stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Ivan, confusion and discomfort evident in his expression. Before Seongmin could whine about being woken up, he felt his stomach harshly lurch. Seongmin barely even awake, turned to the side and retched violently, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the floor beside the couch.

Ivan quickly got up and grabbed the trash can, placing it under Seongmin just in time as he vomited again, his body heaving with each retch. Ivan rubbed Seongmin’s back soothingly, while also holding him upright to help ease the strain on his body. Seongmin’s face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he continuously emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can.

After a few minutes, the retching ended, and Seongmin slumped back into Ivan’s hold.

“I’m here, Seongmin. You’re going to be okay,” Ivan whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. He continued to rub Seongmin’s back soothingly, his touch gentle and comforting. “Do you think you’ll be sick again?”

Seongmin shook his head weakly, moving away from the trash can. “Just want to sleep now,” he mumbled, leaning back to lay down on the couch.

Ivan nodded understandingly, helping Seongmin get comfortable before lying down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Seongmin, pulling him close, and began to gently stroke his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

#belly ache #emeto #belly rubs #tummy ache #stress #fighting #tw emeto #emeto blog #queasy #overeating #stomach ache #sickfics

[kiankiwi]

A Stomach Bug for the History Books (A bit gross):

Summary: You have a really bad stomach bug while Elvis has to play a show. You end up getting worse halfway through so Elvis storms off, fights with the Colonel to take care of you because that's what he does.

***

"Daddy.... don't go." You're currently laying on a uncomfortable couch in the green room of the International hotel, grasping Elvis's hand for dear life as you try to fight off the nausea rolling around in your gut. Elvis had tried to call and cancel, he really did saying that you didn't feel well. That was an understatement; you were miserable. And Elvis hoped that the Colonel could see the pain all over your face. Elvis crouched down by your face and cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing how hot you were getting. "I'm sorry baby, I know you don't feel good. But daddy has to, my love. You got Jerry here to watch over ya though. You tell him anything you need and he'll get it for ya."

You sit up then and Elvis internally jumps, thinking you're just about to projectile vomit all over him but instead you snivel and open your arms for one of Elvis's signature bear hugs that you love so much. "Alright baby girl, try to sleep, daddy loves you so-oo-oo-oo much." He drags out the so as long as he can, procrastinating going on stage as much as possible. Elvis lingers at the door and he watches as you snuggle down into your blankets and dutifully close your eyes, trying so hard not to feel how yucky you're feeling.

You made it almost halfway through the show before you got even worse, your low fever had spiked so you were sweating feeling like a fireball was traveling all over your little body and you were hovering over the trashcan, adjusting uncomfortably every few minutes, waiting for the inevitable as Jerry rubbed your back telling you daddy would be there soon but that just made you cry even more.

"I want daddy!" You scream right before you finally gag enough to start vomiting. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy's coming I promise." Jerry eyes Lamar, silently asking if Elvis has been notified because they can't hold off not telling him for much longer. Even if the Colonel says so, if Elvis finds out it'll be hell to pay. Lamar just silently nods, yes the boss knows. Thank god.

Back at the curtain to the side stage, Charlie waves his arms frantically trying to get the King's attention. Elvis, already having a hint of an idea what this is about quickly walks over still singing all the while till the backtrack kicks in and the band makes up some riffs to satisfy the audience while he's needed.

"Is she okay? What's up?" Elvis asks, his heart picking up speed just thinking about how sick you already were. "She's gotten worse. She has a high fever and she's puking her guts up. Jerry's with her but she needs you. Needs her daddy." Elvis nods. "Talk to the Colonel." Charlie goes to talk to the colonel to try and cancel the rest of the show and figure out what to tell the audience while Elvis sprints toward the greenroom that you had laid down in but the Colonel beats him to it, blocking the door.

"No, no, no, you boy are getting back on that stage tonight! You need to finish this show, these nice people paid so much money, you owe them a good time, you hear me?!" Elvis bumped the old man with his chest, sending him against the door, gripping the collar of his shirt in his fist as he got right in his face. "You listen to me. Tonight I'm not money bags. Tonight I am a caregiver and my baby is sick." Just as Elvis said that, him and the Colonel could hear you getting violently sick on the other side of the door.

"You hear that? She's sick and she needs me so I don't care what you gotta do. I don't care how much money we're out, but I refuse to go out on that stage anymore tonight you son of a bitch now I suggest you get the fuck out of my way." The colonel eyed his client icily. "You're making a mistake talking to me like that, boy." Elvis stared at the ceiling, trying to reign in his anger because the last thing you need is to hear him yelling so close yet so far from you. "You son of a bitch, you know I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't need you. She needs me so unless you want me to throw you on your ass, I suggest you Get. Out. Of. My. Way." The Colonel smirked like the bastard he is and slowly stepped aside.

Elvis barged into the room to see Jerry barely holding things together. You had ceased vomiting for a minute and you were curled up in Jerry's lap sobbing and screaming for your daddy. "I want my daddy! Where's daddy!" Elvis slowly walked up to you so as not to startle you even more. "Daddy's right here baby, I'm right here. Let's go home huh? Let's get your icky butt home? You nodded, basically collapsing into his arms as soon as you see him.

"Please don't puke on me," You hear Elvis whisper as he looks around the room, trying not to move too fast, so as not to jostle you and cause you to get too dizzy. "Hey, Jer, can you grab her bag please?" He nods. "Let's go home, bug." Jerry murmurs to you as the three of you run to the the car that'll bring you home.

"Alright sweet girl. Just tap me if you feel icky again okay?" Elvis says as he holds you tighter against his chest as you clenched your eyes shut against his shoulder as he took you upstairs to your en-suite bathroom, stripping your sweat soaked clothes off and setting your tiny aching body on the closed toilet seat as he started the water for a bath. After a particularly bad cramp, you nearly doubled over in your spot, whimpering, "Daddy." Panicking, Elvis nearly launched himself at you, cupping his hand under your chin thinking you were going to vomit. You just groaned shaking your head no, you just wanted your daddy's comfort. And you wanted to regulate your damn temperature again.

"Oh sweets I'm so sorry. We'll get you some medicine for your tummy soon okay? But first we need to cool your fever down." Elvis turned off the faucet and gently put you in the tub, where you screeched at the coolness of the water. "I know, I know. Just a few minutes until you can get out though okay."

The intense stomach cramp returned and this time you lost control of it, causing you to scream and starting to sob again. "What? What baby? What is it?" Elvis asked, concern written all of his face because there was no reason you should be screaming. He didn't put two and two together until he noticed the water gets murky beneath you. "Oh sweetie," He cooed, lifting you up and draining the tub with his other hand. "It's okay, it can be fixed. Your tummy really doesn't feel good does it?" You pressed your face into Elvis shoulder, seeking comfort for your embarrassment. "It's okay baby, I promise, see all better." Elvis cleaned out the bottom of the tub and quickly finished washing you off, figuring you'd feel better once you were in bed with E.

He quickly chooses a loose set of pajamas, easy to take off in case you get sick again or too hot during the night and dresses you in it before returning to the bathroom to get you some medicine to help your very upset stomach. You start fussing at it even though you don't want to puke anymore.

"Please baby? If you take this, it'll help you feel so much better, hm? It'll only taste icky for a second. C'mon baby please." You shook your head and sealed your lips shut. "Mm-mm." Elvis sighed. "Okay, how about this, you take the medicine and I'll take you to get a new stuffy and a new movie once you're all better, huh?" You smiled and opened your mouth as wide as you could, liking the compromise. Elvis smiled. "Good girl!" After he gave you a glass of water to wash the taste out of your mouth, he gave you a big high five. "Proud of you little." You just tiredly placed your head on his shoulder. "Oh baby... let's go get you to bed, hmm?" You couldn't object to that.

You sat in Elvis's big bed as you watched him prepare for a night full of tears and puke. He lined the floor of your side of the bed with old towels, put a pasta pot on the nightstand table for you to grab and had an extra pile of bedding on two of the chairs in the massive master bedroom. Elvis sat next to you and took an extra bowl in his lap to teach you how to aim your puke into the bowl. "Okay ready, if you feel like you're gonna puke you lean over and you go blugh, nope don't tilt, keep it steady go bluehg," You giggled, copying the funny noise he made. "I go bleugh! " "Don't move it baby, keep it right in your lap, go bleugh," He smiled once you finally copied him but didn't tilt the bowl so it would spill all over you.

"Good job sweet girl. Good girl." Elvis laid down, curled around you. "How does your tummy feel now, sweet girl?" You took a minute feeling it out. "Icky but not bluegh icky." Elvis and you chuckled at the puke noise and he blew a raspberry into your nap, happy that he could hear your giggle again.

"Okay sickie, promise to wake me if you need me?" You nod. "I love you daddy." You said as you drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted from fighting off this sickness.

"I love you too sweets."

***

Wooooooo!! I think this one was super good! I hope you enjoyed! <3 see you soon @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver @ellie-24

#kiwiwrites #kiwiswriting #sickfics #little!e #littlespaceelvis #littleelvispresley #cg!elvis

[pmak2002]

allergies 🎋 currently suffering because everything outside is covered in pollen.

Your choice of character

“Allergies suck!” Timothee whines as he enters your guy’s apartment.

You frown as you notice how red his nose and eyes are.

You pull him into a hug and he buries his head in your neck.

“Let’s get some Claritin into your body. That’ll help the worst of it.” You tell him

He nods but doesn’t move from your embrace.

You kiss his head and nuzzle his curls.

“Come on let’s sit down.”

He whines not wanting to move.

“Come on bubba.”

He finally pulls away from you and you get him over to the couch. Every year when he’s struggling with allergies you give Claritin, water and a few tissue boxes. The Claritin makes him sleepy so you spend the day cuddling him and letting him rest.

You give him medicine and water which he eagerly takes. He headbutts you wanting cuddles and to be held tight.

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him. He sighs heavily.

“There’s so much pollen and being outside is so hard. I couldn’t stop sneezing.” He says

You frown and kiss him

“I know you’ve been so miserable. Did you take Claritin before you worked on set?” You ask

Timothee nods

“It wore off during the lunch break.” He says “I didn’t have any on me to take any more.” He says before grabbing a tissue and sneezing.

“oh mon pauvre petit garçon.” You say

Timothee nods and keeps the tissue to his nose.

He blows his nose again and tosses it into the garbage. Then throws his arms around you.

You hold him in your arms hoping the Claritin will kick in soon and he’ll sleep. He rubs his face against you.

“Sweetie no don’t! I know your eyes are itchy but don’t.” 

“Itchy!” He whines 

“Shh I know I’m sorry”

You hold him close and kiss him on the head a few times. Soon he settles down and falls asleep as the medicine kicks in.

You spend the rest of the day tending to him and keeping him company. 

Sorry it’s so short and bad lol 😂

#timothee chalamet #allergies #spring prompts #sick fic #sickfics #sneezes

[generic-whumperz]

Feverish, delirious, very sick and contagious Whumpee reaching out for Caretaker- Caretaker wanting nothing more than to comfort Whumpee, but they are in a hazmat suit and Whumpee is in a quarantine tent.

#whump #whump scenario #contagious #contagious whumpee #sick whumpee #feverish #sick characters #sickfic prompts #sickfic #sickfic whump #sickfics #tw quarantine #tw contagious #whump drabble

[sicktember]

💚 Congratulations Friends! 💚

Here we are, on October 1st ready to celebrate the ‘end’ of another successful Sicktember event! We couldn’t have done it without you!!

As of this moment, the 2023 Archive of Our Own Collection has 413 fics with 154 different fandom tags! That is an amazing number! If you’ve not had the opportunity to look at this year’s collection yet, we highly recommend it. There is so much to choose from, you’re bound to find something you like!

Unlike last year, we had a wonderfully smooth event! We are extremely pleased that there were no major technical issues to contend with! Submission numbers were lower than expected, but over the last 30 days, we were able to promote a little over 100 creations! (We will continue to accept submissions for content and master lists through October 7th)

I know we are already looking forward to next year! Creating a prompts list is always a favorite! Continue to follow this page for, content promotion (through October 7th), any potential updates on FAQs, and maybe a few fun polls!

Once again, thank you, everyone, for your enthusiasm, and participation! Without you, this event wouldn’t exist!

💚 We Hope to See You All Next Year! 💚

[Faqs Post]

[2023 Sicktember Collection *sicktember _2023*]

[Prompts 2021-2023]

[2023 Content Promotion]

#sicktember 2023 #sicktember #congratulations everyone #success!!! #writing prompts #prompt event #sickfic prompts #sickfics #30 days of prompts #writing event #sick characters #whump and hurt/comfort #illness #sicknario

[tafeekafee]

Hey guys ✌🏼

I hope you can help me out like this since I can't decide on the trope of my current ff myself. I may have to many ideas and too little time to write XD

Please comment the emoji of the scene you would like to read more 🩷

Scene: Sick member is very nauseous during a fan Q&A and are approached by caretaker who saw them turn paler every minute. What happens?

🍭 Sick members tells the caretaker they don't feel so good and for a moment both don't know what to do. Until suddenly the sick members knows they are going to puke NOW and tell caretaker. They hastily get dragged off-stage in hopes they make it, leaving the leader and the rest confused.

or

🍫 Sick member reluctantly admits they don't feel well and want to lie down backstage. Caretaker goes over to the leader to inform them and with permission goes with the sickie. Last thing they hear before leaving is the leader apologizing and saying member isn't feeling well. The sick member instantly feels guilty and get comforted.

or

🍿 Comment another idea surrounding this scene! I'm happy to hear your ideas 😇

#kpop sickfic #kpop #kpop sick #sickfics #question #emeto #help me #please #sick idol #🧚🏽‍♀️

[sickiehugs]

Hi guys!! To celebrate 400 followers (woah), I'm opening up my asks for character headcanons! You may request both sickie and caretaker headcanons for characters from any media listed in my pinned post!

I will not be writing any stories or fics, just headcanons, but I will write lots of those!

Once again, thank you all for being patient with me as I sort out these problems with my health. <3

Edit: Sorry, more things are happening 😭😭 Requests will have to wait a bit but you can still send them!!

#sickfic #whump #whumpblr #fever whump #sickie #sickfics #sick fanfiction #sick whump #illness whump #answeriehugs

[dudadragneel]

Sickfic Masterlist

Hello guys! This has been long due! 

But finally the masterlist is here! I’ll divide into the fandoms that I have added on the pinned post! I’ll put the link to this masterlist at the beginning of the pinned post as well! 

ANIME

My Hero Academia 

- Weight I. 

- Weight II.

- Quirks and their consequences

SPYXFAMILY 

- An Unsual Day 

One Piece 

Coming soon!

Trigun Stampede

Coming soon!

LOZ - Legend of Zelda

Coming soon!

KPOP

Stray Kids 

- Stubborn part I

- Stubborn part II

- Airplane sickfic

- Public Life

- Winter Cabin

- High School A.U

- Summer Vacation

- Consequences

- Responsibility

- An Eventful Weekend

- The Eldest Falls Ill

- Family Dinner

- A Tiring Trip

- A Dangerous Move

- Just a Case of Bad Luck

- Stressful Day

- Hectic Life

- A Date Gone downhill

- Don't Hide It

- The Only Hyung

- Of Heat and Pain 🔞

- So Close Yet So Far

ENHYPEN

- Tour Hardships 

That’s it for now! I’ll update this as I post more sickfics!

See you soon!

#sickfics #sickfic #anime sickfic #anime emeto #kpop sickfic #kpop emeto #stray kids sickfic #stray kids emeto #hyunjin sickfic #hyunjin emeto #felix emeto #felix sickfic #jake emeto #jake sickfic #bnha emeto #bnha sickfic #mha sickfic #mha emeto #midoriya sickfic #bakugou sickfic #todoroki sickfic #anime whump

[hoperays-song]

Hurt/Comfort (especially emotional hurt/comfort but also sickfics) is one of my absolute favorite tropes. Characters taking the time to take care of each other and to help each other no matter the impacts on their lives because the other is more important? Literal chills every single time. 

It shows how important they are to each other and how they’re willing to do whatever it takes to make sure they other us ok. To show the them that they matter.

#ao3 #trope talk #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #sickfics #fanfiction #fanfic #writing tropes #haikyuu #mha #teen wolf #avatar the last airbender #spiderman #she ra and the princesses of power #voltron #sk8 the infinity #marvel #doctor who #those where the first 10 fandom tabs that show up with this trope on ao3 when i checked #911verse #the owl house #the last of us

[somber-sapphic]

Here we are!! Sorry this took me so long, but here is a prompt list for my 500 follower celebration! I will be writing ten total fics, so it is a first come first serve situation.

Choose:

1 Caretaker dialouge

1 Sickie dialogue

And one or two extras!

Send all of these in with your pairing and I’ll have them done as soon as I can! :D

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Caretaker Dialogue:

1. “When’s the last time you ate?”

2. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

3. “I know it’s gross, but you need medicine.”

4. “I don’t care, work can wait.”

5. “Oh sweetheart. You’re worse than I thought.”

6. “That doesn’t look like just a cold”

7. “Allergies don’t make you shiver like that.”

8. “I love you, but you look like a corpse.”

9. “What are you doing up?”

10. “That’s definitely a fever.”

Sickie Dialogue:

1. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

2. “I’ve had a cold before.”

3. “You’re smothering me.”

4. “Could I have some tea?”

5. “Five more minutes, then rest.”

6. “I don’t feel too hot.”

7. “Sorry, I can’t stop sneezing.”

8. “I think going out last night was a bad idea.”

9. “I don’t want to be alone.”

10. “I’m just tired.”

Extras:

⛺️- Sick on vacation

❄️- Stuck in the cold

🏥- Trip to the hospital/drs office

🌷- Just allergies…right?

✈️- Sick on the move (ex., plane ride, road trip…)

☀️- Summer cold

🌡️- High fever

💼- Stuck at work

🔇- Lost voice

🌑- Nightmares

#500 followers #follower celebration #sickfic prompts #send in requests #sickfics #marvel sickfic #criminal minds sickfic #supergirl sickfic #station 19 sickfic