can't help it

22. she/her. forever in love with sick, fragile boys.

[ginger-breads]

Wrote a lil fic of my chef character the other day :’) Grey is Brazilian American, 5′4″, and Nick is his taller, younger half brother. They look like this. **

“I’m moving to Alaska.” “What?” Nick stared down at him, blinking.

Grey sighed. “It’s the only state where ragweed doesn’t fucking grow.” He and Nick had met up outside Nick’s university building, making the fifteen minute walk to a small restaurant hidden away underneath a corner bodega, utilizing the building’s basement. He’d found it on recommendation from a former colleague, and had been looking forward to trying it for a few weeks. It was a rare, blessed day off and by god, he was letting someone else cook for him for once.

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[clockworkflicker]

currently in love with the concept of a person who’s naturally just a little sickly / weak / scrawny who really dislikes that about themself. they play a sport or do some other form of physical activity as a way to feel a little more in control of their body, but there are more than a few instances of their zeal causing them to do something that Definitely Is Not Helping Their Health like jogging in winter while already coming down with a bit of a cold

[head-colds]

a blessing with a tone that only 5% communicates “bless you,” while the other 95% communicates “...you sound awful, oh my god??”

[snzzzzz420]

I'm not even much of a fan of coughing but when someone goes straight from a sneeze into cough it sounds so sick & it makes my heart feel like someone tried to squeeze all the juice out of it. Please Let Me Take Care Of You.

[thatweirdsideblog]

I really love when someone has a really harsh sneeze. Like its not super loud but it has enough voice and force to it that you can tell it involuntarily takes up a decent amount of energy just to sneeze. The person would rather not spend their reserves on that, but the sneezes are just ripped out of them, and they have no say in the matter.

And as the day drags on, that person's good mood and humor at their own expense starts to dwindle.

They probably end up losing their voice eventually due to it too, or at the very least it becomes too painful or just exhausting to make themself talk, so they just...stop trying to participate in the conversation.

No no, they're fine, they fine just listening, no its fine they swear they're just tired, they're good to stay for a little while longer

[aliceinwhumperland]

Your whump word(s) of the day

“Shhh, he’s finally asleep.”

[hhhyacinthgreen]

They wake up and slowly pry open their gummed up eyes. Their throat is sore from breathing with their mouth open all night. They reach up to gently rub their nose, and sure enough it’s slightly crusty from running unchecked for hours. They sit up and the motion causes it to start leaking immediately. Frantically patting the bed, they search for their box of tissues and pull out a few. They gently wipe their sore nostrils and attempt to sniffle back the congestion with an unproductive snnnnrrkk. All it results in is an overwhelming need to sneeze.

“HehTSSSCCHEW!”

Their sinuses had been filling and filling with cold while they slept, and now some of the offending gunk bursts out of both nostrils with the force of the sneeze. They hastily try to clean themselves up, then launch into a heavy, bubbling blow; over and over again, until they’re finally able to get a decent amount of air in with each stuffy sniffle. Barely a minute of reprieve passes before their nostrils are twitching and flaring.

“HAH-SCHHUUuu!” Thick slime erupts from their nose yet again. They press another tissue to their face and haul themselves out of bed with a groan. Maybe a shower will help.

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So Whumpee is sick...

Hear me out, and you probably heard this one a lot already, but

Sick Whumpee who barely made it further than the bathroom in days. The rest of time is spent in bed, shivering despite the heap of blankets they have gathered on top of them. They tumble between sleep and consciousness, unable to find proper rest, and yet not managing to stay awake for longer periods at a time.

Caretaker, who at first thought Whumpee was being dramatic and waved their behaviour off, is quickly taught different as when they call Whumpee to eat, they don’t appear. They go check on them, and find them on the floor, slumped against the wall, the closest place they could reach after their legs gave in when they got up to meet Caretaker downstairs. They lean down to whumpee, and their stern, almost annoyed expression drops at once as they feel the heat radiating from them without even touching them yet. They lay their hand on Whumpee’s forehead, almost immediately backing away, their worry increasing when Whumpee holds their hand close because it’s so nice and cool…

Caretaker picking Whumpee up with ease, did they eat anything at all? And placing them back down in bed, only earning a tired groan from Whumpee as they can finally bury themselves under the blankets again. Just a few minutes later, when Caretaker returns with a warm cup of tea for whumpee and something to birng their feaver down, they find them sleeping once again.

Caretaker - feeling bad for being so harsh at first - now refuses to leave Whumpee’s side. They cradle them to their chest when they’re shaken by another feverdream, softly rocking them as they weakly cling onto their shirt. Every now and then they brush a sweat matted streak of hair from their forehead, and press a small kiss on their head, whispering that they will get better, that they won’t leave their side, They use the bits of time where Whumpee is actually awake to have them drink, and if it’s just a sip before they go back to sleep, then that’s fine, just have something please

And every now and then, Caretakers tired eyes close as well, though it barely ever lasts more than a few mere moments before the rattling breath and the delirious whimpers of Whumpee let them snap back to reality again, back to the shivering, suddenly so…small form still laying in their arms, taking up all their attention at that very moment. They can rest when Whumpee is fine again, after all.

[impuremetals]

good morning to exhausted sickies, reluctant caretakers, relentless whumpers, people with allergies, people who hide injuries, and the sleep-deprived

[iwritesickfic]

two guys are both gunning for the same TA position. one boy has a notoriously awful immune system, and other guy realizes a week before the interviews are scheduled that boy's coming down with something. guy starts to intentionally try to make him get worse - keeping him up all night, getting him caught in the rain, etc. day before the interviews boy is incredibly ill - sinuses totally swollen, headache so bad he can feel it in his teeth, nose and upper lip chapped and red, lungs heavy and tight, throat eviscerated from the constant coughing, a raging fever, full body shaking chills, almost on the verge of collapse. when other guy sees how genuinely terrible he looks, he starts to feel guilty.

the next day, as guy suspected, boy isn't in the lobby waiting for his interview. guy tries to push down the concern, but he can't stop himself from going to boy's dorm, where boy is literally unable to get out of bed - lying on sweat soaked sheets, wrapped in a comforter, hacking and coughing, his face a complete mess from all the congestion. he's so sick he might as well be delirious, so guy has no problem caring for him without having to worry about explaining himself or maintaining his aloof persona.

once his fever breaks, guy slips out, hoping boy won't remember what happened.

[ginger-breads]

This is a reminder that most people sneeze daily, or at least a few times weekly. Your fave is out there, sneezing that much. 🥺 Perhaps they’ve even sneezed today.

[usedtobefluphoria]

When the sick/injured character ASKS the caretaker character to check them out >> omg.

"Can you feel my forehead?" ("Do I feel warm?")

"Does it look bad/infected?"

"Does my throat look red?"

"Do I look as bad as I feel?"

"Can you take a look at this?"

I am weak for this thank you

[hhhyacinthgreen]

They’re walking home from class and sniffling profusely. They’ve been fighting a horrible cold all day and the crisp autumn air isn’t doing their nose any favors. They ran out of tissues an hour ago, but luckily nobody is around to witness them wiping their runny nose onto the back of their gloved hand. They grimace at the glistening streak that’s left on the fabric. Their pink, tender nostrils flare with every watery snurffle. They’re tired and achy and just want to go home, so they keep putting one foot in front of the other. They turn down their street and their nose is just streaming now. They keep trying to suck all the liquid back up but to no avail. They use their jacket sleeve to mop up the drips. Their cheeks are bright red, either from the weather or a low grade fever or both. 

They reach their front door and fumble with their keys. The few moments they have their head bent to unlock the door causes another waterfall of cold to leak from their nose. It pools on their upper lip and they hurry to get inside and press their jacket sleeve against it. They rush up the three flights of stairs to their apartment, praying they don’t run into anyone on the way.

They sniffle desperately into their wrist, their eyes watering so badly they can hardly see where they’re going. Just one more door to unlock, and they’ve reached the safety of their apartment. They almost let out a breath of relief, but it catches in their throat.

“HehTSSCH! Heh-NGsschh! Hehhh-kSCH!”

“Whoa, bless you!”

They cover the lower half of their face, now an absolute mess, with their arm and stumble past their roommate into the bathroom. They slam the door behind them, grab a handful of toilet paper and let loose a long, loud and well deserved blow.

Their roommate calls through the bathroom door, “Whatever you have, I don’t want it.” 

[mypoorfaves]

"Sorry, I just don't feel like myself today. I don't know what's wrong..."

[whumpcentral]

Peak Vulnerability™

When they’re too weak to do something simple for their own comfort:

Can’t muster the energy to wipe a crust of blood from under their broken nose, so a friend veeery gently wipes it away while the injured one just blinks languidly, exhausted

Too shaky to lift a cup of water so a caretaker wraps their hands around the injured person’s hands to steady them and lift it to their lips

Or better yet when they’re too weak to lift their own head to drink water and someone has to lift it and slowly tip water into their mouth, making sure they don’t choke

Sleep vulnerability:

The hard-boiled stoic who has a nightmare, mumbling and whimpering, getting tangled in their sheets, sweating, screaming themself awake 

The usual bundle-of-energy friend who’s too sick to keep going and finally collapses in front of their other friends

The larger-than-life hero—or villain—unconscious from a grievous injury and looking more human to their rivals than they ever have before

Someone so exhausted they pass out in an odd and potentially unsafe place: a train station, at the kitchen table with a knife in their hand, in the middle of a crowded cafeteria, etc.

Emotions with a capital “E”:

Talking through tears, voice either gone up an octave and cracking or down an octave, rough with emotion—especially if they just ignore the tears or don’t notice them because what has to be said is just too important

Shaking. Shaky hands from anxiety. Trembling chin as tears fall. Jello knees from terror

That unexpected shaky whisper of “I’m so scared” from someone who never admits weakness

[sickromancer]

Gross Disgusting Nasty Club is wonderful, but I'd like to also present:

Tea & Soup Knit Socks Club

[inlovewithvulnerability]

proud member of both ✨

[boxsnz]

me making this blog like a month ago: yeah and this’ll be good practice too, just dashing quick fic & not worrying too much abt quality, letting myself lean heavy on the tropes instead of scrabbling for More Substance–

me, now, several thousand words deep in an emeto fic that started as a 2-paragraph scenario & somehow turned into an exploration of the aftermath of two kinds of the central character’s trauma: …………………………well,,

[inlovewithvulnerability]

i feel so exposed