blankets fix everything

m / 28, she/her *requests closed* cold whump connoisseur a little hurt, a lot of comfort aka the place you come to decompress after sad and stressful whump

[warmblanketwhump]

M A S T E R P O S T

Prompt PSA

hey there! I’ve been hanging out here for a while now, but I figured it was high time I actually introduced myself :)

I’m M, she/her, 20s, and after years on the sidelines enjoying whump (and not realizing that’s what it was) and a brief bout with writer’s block, I finally decided it was time to jump into the deep end with a side blog! this has been such a kind, encouraging community, and it’s been so fun to be a part of it.

my writing’s likely closer to hurt/comfort than true whump, but hey, who needs labels anyway? ;) in any case, I’m drawn to whump that’s got a little hope injected to it, too, and I’m a total sucker for sweet, soft caretaking.

what you’ll find here:

hurt comfort

sickfic

aftercare / caretaking

touch starved whumpees

hypothermia

fever / chills

cold whumpees

injuries

environmental/nature whump

blankets (it’s in the name, after all :)

general fluff

the occasional hero x villain

what you won’t find:

graphic violence

pet whump / dehumanization

nsfw / sexual content of any kind

emeto

noncon anything

creepy whumper

death / mortal injuries / terminal illness

you also likely won’t see a ton of whumper content here - not a hard no, but just not what I naturally gravitate towards.

I don’t really write for any fandoms, so you’ll just be stuck with good old A, B, and C for now - but they’re good companions, and I find they’re quite forgiving of all I put them through. :)

anyways, welcome to my corner of the whumpisphere, and thanks for stopping by!

[rooksshinies]

give that character who is usually so stoic a fever. make them softly beg for contact. Make them whimper and sob and plead for someone, anyone to stay. Stay with them— they don’t… Everything feels weird, and it’s safer with you, please—

[rooksshinies]

Whumpee who after they’re rescued, disassociates all the time. Their mind drifts away while eating breakfast, and Caretaker has to gently nudge them, remind them where they are, that it’s okay— they don’t need to do that here. It’s safe right now, and it will be forever, yeah?

[bubble-up]

Someone sleeping in an unusual place because they don’t feel well 😭🫶 sleeping on the couch or propped up in a chair under piles of blankets

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Imagining a sick character coming up to their friend/partner and, rather than announcing that they're sick, simply leaning against them like a cat. Cue the other's exclamation of "wow, you feel warm," and the sickie mumbling "I know" into their shoulder. Bonus points if they're not usually this touchy feely.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Today I pictured a scenario where a character is lost and feverish or has a concussion or has been drugged (and is also injured in some other manner of course), and is just out of it enough that they assume anyone they meet like, won't immediately be able to tell there's something wrong with them? Even though there really, obviously is. But they can't see the way they're staggering or how bloodshot their eyes are and how they're obviously bleeding, they're just internally panicking about how they'll have to be Very Very clear with whoever they first meet (if they meet anyone) that they're hurt in These Ways they've been outside for This Long they need This Treatment.

So they rehearse to themselves as they trudge in the direction of safety, repeating their injuries in a slurred mumble until they're exhausted. Finally, finally they reach a town, or flag down a car, or get back to whoever they were separated from, but to their horror it's been so long that all their careful rehearsal falls out of their mind completely and all they can manage is "I'm really cold and something hurts and I think I hit my head..."

Which, of course, is more than enough to set off multiple alarm bells for anybody, but whumpee is terrified they haven't been convincing enough to get help.

[sickfictropes]

okay so from my current fic on my main: whumpee has a chronic injury that they're blaming for their abdominal pain (which is actually appendicitis). they're lying flat across the couch under three blankets, legs draped over caretaker's lap, while they watch caretaker play video games. suddenly, caretaker shakes their head.

"i can't have your legs and all these blankets on my lap, whumpee. i'm sweating."

"sweating? i'm freezing."

and then boom they realize whumpee has a fever and it's actually ER time

[allthewhumpygoodness]

I will NEVER be over the gentle little "shh, you'r okay" + a hair stroke from one character to another who's feverishly and fearfully mumbling in their sleep

[comfortingcatharsis]

A character so exhausted or sunk into their own misery of pain that they're stumbling along by rote without any real awareness of their surroundings until they essentially collide with another character who steps into their path and catches hold of them.

[seth-whumps]

caretaker pulling an injured, ill, overworked leader away from a rough post-mission debrief, hands gentle but unyielding. noting the trembling breaths. the heat beneath their skin. how the leader refuses to meet their gaze out of shame. caretaker methodically folding their mentor into their arms, detangling their fingers from pencils and reports, whispering an imploring, tearful, "come home."

[cherryflavoredmoons]

gentle caretakers who holds whumpee close to their chests, cradles whumpee’s head in their laps, tuck whumpees safely in their arms. murmuring soft shhhs and it’s okays under their breath as they keep pressure on bleeding wounds, as they coax whumpee to stay awake, as they pray the team makes it on time.

whether they stay calm without a sign of worry or tremble with fear at the possibility of losing whumpee, they remain whumpee’s only source of comfort until help can arrive.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

FYI I currently have SIX (6) whump fics in my drafts that I've just . straight up never finished. I'm really trying you guys it's slow going.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

For reference, the fics currently in the works:

Sickie invites their classmate over for a study session, not knowing they're coming down with something. But they can't just cancel plans...

Strangers meet on a plane, when one of them unexpectedly gets sick and as it turns out, really needs someone (heavily influenced by the works of @warmblanketwhump)

Sick character calls their friends to quietly pitifully ask if they can pick up some medicine for them from the drug store -- only to be met with a barrage of caretaking

Next to zero ideas for this one but it involves whumpee and caretaker communicating via text and the super feverish sickie's texts growing steadily more incomprehensible

Medieval/fantasy style fic involving healer duo in the woods taking in a stranger who's in a Very bad way

The Fic that is the whumpiest thing I've ever written and I've neglected for like 3 years DDXXX

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Just. The whole "strangers rescue a freezing and half drowned whumpee after they fell into the sea/a river/lake" thing. An isolated village scavenging a shipwreck only to find a lone survivor, limp and pale and barely alive. Carrying them inside and wrapping them up warmly by a fire, bandaging any injuries and keeping a close watch on them until they've started shivering again; spooning helpings of warm broth and tea into their mouth as they gradually regain consciousness, letting them rest for hours after. Waiting for them to be well enough to tell their story.

And of course, caring for them as instead of getting better, they slide from an exhausted sleep into a feverish doze as their body battles infection -- from a wound, from water in their lungs etc

[comfortingcatharsis]

Having to pry a character's grasping hands off whatever coat-tail, wrist, shirt front, leg, hem they've caught hold of, not with any malice or intentional cruelty, but because the character they're clinging to must step away in order to reach or do something or the grasping character needs to be moved or tended to- gently coaxing their grip loose, peeling their hand away finger by finger, placing something else in their hold in replacement

[sickromancer]

The sheer romanticism of a character being bedridden with a fever and a cough and another character sitting on the edge of the said sickbed and stroking their hair with concern in their eyes. In this essay I will

[herbs-and-poultices]

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Fever dialogue prompts!!!

*feels forehead* "so either my hands are freezing, or you need to go back to bed right this minute"

"Sorry...could you help me up? My legs really don't want to do anything right now and the floor is becoming a weird texture"

"My bones are so cold...skin is cold...organs are cold..." "Now you're just being gross on purpose."

"...To be completely honest my head feels like it's about to explode and I can't stand up without my legs giving out so yeah it's. it's not great."

"I promise if you just lie down and close your eyes for a minute everything will stop spinning eventually"

"Do you want anything?" "Hmfmmff." "Gonna need you to be a little more specific."

"Hon I know you've got the chills, but if you don't get off of me I'm going to melt"

"Just pour ice over me or something. I don't even care anymore."

"I can't sleep...dreams suck"

"Does your head still hurt?" "My *everything* hurts."

"I know the water's cold, but you need to stay hydrated"

"How can I be sweating??? I was freezing minutes ago"

[toosicktoocare]

You guys i am so weak for shivering 

character A waking up character B by shivering and B feels A’s forehead and notes how A is burning up

A and B walking outside on a late November evening and B did not dress for the bitter wind. B proceeds to tell A that they are fine despite the shivering and chattering teeth 

A comes home late from work after getting caught in a storm. A quickly changes into dry clothes but is still shivering like mad. A crawls into bed where B is already sleeping and B wakes up at the chilled body being pressed against them

i could go on for years probably