#prompt: alt. sickness

[lazarusphenomenon]

Jason grinned and waved at the trio. He found himself waving back instinctively, returning Jason’s smile with one of his own, not quite as wide or as charming; but just as sincere. If he were to squint hard enough he could make out the way Jason’s eyes crinkled at the corners with the force of his grin. He was too far away presently, but Nico’s familiar enough with all the details of his best friend’s face. In his mind’s eye he could clearly envision the disappearing act the scar above Jason’s upper lip had perfected.  The principal, Dr. Brunner, rolled up the mic, poking at it to test it like only a freak would. Nico grimaced at the sound. He prattled on and on about something that Nico immediately tuned out. It was infinitely more interesting to watch Lavinia sprint back and forth between the marching band and Drew.

entry for jasico week 2024 day 7. (alt prompt) sickness | rated e

first two chapters posted today. heed the tags and chapter warnings <3

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 29 (alt. prompt): “Bedside Vigil”

Fox Mulder in The X Files 2x25

[jasmines-library]

Motion sickness

WHUMPTOBER DAY 3: prompt: ALT ‘motion sickness’

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Summary: on they way to a hunt you get travel sick and your brothers take care of you.

Warnings: nausea, mentions of vomit, pills

Word count: 700

MASTERLIST ⋅⛤ WHUMPTOBER 24

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Dean sped down the country roads a little faster that he probably should have. While Baby was in good condition, she was still a rather old car. And a luxurious one at that. She was built for roads, not winding country lanes where the car is fenced in my hedges. As Dean turned another corner, your head swam. You had been feeling ill for the last 20 minutes or so. Your head had begun to ache and you could feel yourself beginning to grow nauseous. You had tried rolling down the window hoping that the fresh air would help a little. It did not. And every twist and turn just served to make you feel sicker and sicker. You had even tried closing your eyes and resting your head against the cool glass of the window, but that didn’t help either.

While Sam and Dean talked, you were quiet in the back of the car. Any movement made your head spin and you were too focused on trying not to spill your guts to join in on the conversation. The worst part was you had at least two or three hours of the journey left. Lucky you.

Noticing your unusual silence, Sam poked his head around from the passenger seat. His forehead creased when he noticed that you were looking a little pale and a look of discomfort on your face.

“You alright kiddo?” He asked. At this Dean glanced up into the rear view mirror to look at you.

“You’re quiet.” Dean added.

“Headache.” You just answered rather bluntly. In truth it was more than that. But you didn’t want to go into specifics.

“Feeling car sick again?” Sam asked you.

You hummed in response. You had gotten car sick ever since you were little. Sam rummaged around in the glove box and pulled out a bottle of water, passing it to you. You unscrewed the cap and tooo a sip, savouring the feeling of it. “Thank you.”

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“You need us to pull over?”

“No.”

Pulling over would just add to the time and the headache and nausea would just come back after you set off again anyway.

“You sure.”

“Yes.”

Dean made a noise as if he disapproved. But he carried on driving. He hated the fact that you were feeling ill and ignoring it. “We’ll stop at the next gas station and get you something for it, alright sweetheart?”

You nodded, regretting it immediately. “Thank you”

It felt like forever had passed before you saw the gas station. Lucky the roads his since smoothed out by then, but your head was still pounding and every movement increased the risk of you throwing up. You were so relieved when you stepped out of the car, stretching out the ache in your bones. The three of you stepped into the gas station, welcoming the cool air of the air con before grabbing some snacks.

Dean haphazardly chucked a packet of beef jerky on the counter along with some chips and a couple of bottles of water. He had also filled the car up with gas. He then picked up a packet of painkilllers and paid for the load, taking the bag before all of you bundled back into the car. Taking a sip of the fresh water, you knocked back a couple of pills, hoping that that would help a little. After a quick snack break and arguing over the music Dean pressed his foot down on the gas an sped off down the road again.

It took a little while but eventually your nausea did calm down. The pills and the water worked wonders on your head and the smoother roads with far less potholes that made your head rattle around helped to ease your stomach. Now you just had to sit through another few hours of Dean’s singing. You weren’t sure what was worse.

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[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 9: Human Weapon

Based on this writing challenge.

CW: sick whumpee, fever, forced transformation

Ren felt weak.

He stood swaying a little in front of the bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back, disheveled, flushed, eyes dark-circled and exhausted. His last fight had been two weeks ago. So why did he feel like crap now? Even the scar on his cheek hurt. Everything hurt. Everything felt like—

“Ren? We’re waiting for you. Need to debrief on the next job…” The voice—Cassidy’s voice—trailed off and morphed into concern. “Are you okay?”

No, no, I’m not. But Ren’s voice wouldn’t work, and he grunted a vague reply instead. I think I—I think I have a fever.

The world tilted, and the floor tiles rushed up to meet him, cool against his hot forehead. Something inside him was yelling, screaming at him to listen, to get the damn words out of his mouth and tell someone, anyone, what was happening to him.

It was just the like the man had predicted: his body was rebelling, because it was—

Because it was turning into a weapon.

[ilovewillem]

Whumptober day 3 Alt prompt- Motion Sickness

“Come on, ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto tugged Akaashi’s arm, unaware of his own strength even after living with it for so long.

“Which one?” Akaashi was having trouble standing straight, but his boyfriend didn’t seem to notice. The dark-haired man couldn’t speak up, too distracted by the smile on Bokuto’s face. After a lifetime of Bokuto’s whines and begs, Akaashi still couldn’t resist.

“It goes upside down, man, how do they even build that?” Bokuto looked up at the rollercoaster in shock; mouth hung wide open.

“The line isn’t that long,” Akaashi noted. He was sure that he could stand a little longer to take one more.

Bokuto’s big hand enveloped his slightly smaller ones as they got to their places in line. The sun burned Akaashi’s scalp, absorbing into his dark hair and staying there. He mentally cursed himself for not wearing a hat before sighing and taking Bokuto’s. The other didn’t seem to mind, his only response being smiling brightly down at him and rubbing his palm in a circle on his back. Akaashi leaned against Bokuto, hoping his boyfriend would remain blind to his peril.

Akaashi had felt worse than he did at that moment. He wasn’t upset or in any amount of excruciating pain, all he had to deal with was an intense discomfort focused in his stomach and on his head. His legs were weak under him, but still strong enough to hold him up. He rested his head on Bokuto’s shoulder and closed his eyes, reveling in the small shadow protecting his eyes.

“Are you feeling okay, babe?” Bokuto asked once they were in the next group to get on the ride.

“I’m fine,” Akaashi pressed his hand against his love’s chest, feeling a steady heartbeat under strong muscles.

“Are you sure? Do you need water or something like that?” As soon as Bokuto realized something was wrong, he wasn’t going to let go. Fully latched onto his boyfriend’s state, he held his hand and took a good look at his face.

“I’m fine, ‘Kou,” Akaashi reached up and pulled Bokuto down, kissing him right next to his mouth.

“I’ll get you a drink after this.” Bokuto was marginally anxious, but getting out of line so close to the end would be too much of a chore.

“Thank you,” Akaashi watched the riders sway in the loops and turns of the rollercoaster, feeling his stomach start to regret what he was about to do.

“We don’t have to go on if you don’t want to.” The ride had ended, with the passengers being escorted out and the new batch being brought in. Akaashi wasn’t in the mood to assure Bokuto that he was ‘just fine’ so he grabbed the other’s hand and let him to their seat.

Bokuto had a habit of gripping Akaashi’s hand just a little too tightly before the rides took off. It usually wouldn’t cause too much pain, but Akaashi’s less-than-stellar state made him much more sensitive to the older boys attempts to comfort him.

“Are you buckled in?” Akaashi checked right after the instructor tugged on the belts.

“Yup!” Bokuto swung his feet excitedly, having momentarily forgotten his worry for his lover.

The ride couldn’t be more than 2 minutes long, but Akaashi wasn’t faring well. His eyes were closed tightly the entire time, his fingers wrapped around each other as his body rocked back and forth.

“‘Kaashi?” Bokuto spoke a little too loudly. “‘Kaashi!”

“I’m fine, ‘Kou,” Akaashi didn’t open his eyes, leaning fully against the seat of the ride.

“Are you sick? Are you gonna be sick?” Bokuto lifted Akaashi out of the seat, much to the chagrin of the employees.

“I’m not going to throw up,” Akaashi whispered.

“What’s wrong?” Bokuto carried Akaashi over to a bench and sat him down, kneeling in front.

“I’m dizzy,” Akaashi covered his mouth with his hand, hoping that his stomach would be able to contain itself.

“Are you okay?” Bokuto whimpered.

“Shh,” Akaashi finally opened his eyes, pressing a figure against Bokuto’s lips.

“What do you need?” Bokuto kept his voice as steady as he could.

“Take me to the car?” Akaashi mumbled.

“Yeah,” Bokuto nodded, “Yeah.” He hefted Akaashi onto his back and walked as carefully as he could.

Bokuto laid Akaashi out on the backseat as soon as they got to the car. He turned the air conditioning on as high as it could go and grabbed a water bottle. He poured some of it on a towel and laid it across Akaashi’s forehead.

“Thank you, Kou,” Akaashi smiled softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Bokuto giggled softly.

The car ride home was long but soft. The usual talkative Bokuto was toned down to a more caring, careful version.

He took the long way home to avoid the bumper parts of the road, knowing that he would do whatever it took to ensure Akaashi’s comfort.

[vamptastic]

any time i find myself watching a lot of video essays i get absolutely bombarded with prageru ads and recommendations for self proclaimed skeptic alt-right assholes. Really cool

[gemharvest]

(id in alt - do not repost)

Ekubo Week: Day 1 (Friendship) @dimpleweek

[sicktember]

How do the alt prompts work?

Generally speaking, the Alternate (Alt) Prompts are there to help individuals who wish to use thirty prompts but find something on the main list triggering or simply uninteresting. This allows them to drop the prompt they don't enjoy and replace it with one that's more their speed.

So let's say emeto isn't your jam. You could drop Prompt 13, Anxious Stomach, and swap it out with Alt. 3, Pounding Headache.

However, you don't have to be swapping anything out to use them. If one of the Alt Prompts calls to you and you want to use it, go for it!

[faofinn]

DAY 14: caged (alt 2)

@febuwhump

Neither Fred nor Sheila had been coping since Finn’s accident. The bags under their eyes grew daily, the lack of sleep hanging heavy over them. It only drove a wedge further between them, though neither would admit it. Long nights were spent by Finn’s bedside, and when Fao went back to uni, they'd sit in awkward silence for hours. 

At least when they tried to wake Finn up it was something to focus on, something to pretend for, and the same when Fao returned. Of course, he brought more trauma and stress, each conversation between the adults growing more and more tense. They rarely spent time in the same room, Fred heading back to work to gain some distance.  

He'd started smoking again too, much to Sheila’s disdain, and many late night arguments. Of course, he wasn’t the only one revisiting bad habits, Sheila finding herself at the bottom of a bottle of wine several nights a week. It helped dull the pain, for a little while.

It was Sheila who broke first, though, snapping at fao while Finn was in surgery. She just couldn't do it any more, couldn't even try to pretend to put on a front. She was sick of it all, and even more sick of Fao trying to help and making things better for them. They'd long since passed frustrated, and no matter how much she tried to tell him that nothing was changing, he just kept pushing and pushing and pushing. 

Fao knew there was tension between his parents. He would’ve had to have been an idiot not to see it. He hated it, though, hated feeling like he was caught in the middle of something. When Sheila finally lost it, snapping at him and then just giving up, he felt like everything was falling apart. Finn unwell, his parents at each other's throats. He felt as though he had to be everything for everyone. He had to be essentially a third parent for Finn, prep for placement, support for his mum, the family medical liaison, a go between for Fred and Sheila. It hadn’t been long ago that Fred had dragged him out of his flat in Edinburgh, drunk and depressed and on the edge of giving up completely. The cuts on his body were still healing, and now it was like it had never happened at all. That he was just expected to be fine whilst everything collapsed around him. 

Fred couldn't take it either. He’d wanted to just sit by Finn and relax after work, but instead he was having to babysit his wife. Finn’s accident had been horrific, and it was a miracle that he was even still alive, let alone talking and awake. He had the world at his feet again, they all did, and yet they'd never felt more caged.

Every time they walked into the hospital, Fred could feel the depression settling in, taunted by the same four walls, the same routine, the same everything. He wasn’t surprised when Sheila broke, far from it, but he hated how much he felt burdened by her. 

Fao refused to be in the same room as her, and Fred was sick of her complaints about it. It had been her fault, she'd said what she had, and there was no taking it back. The hotel room, the once-safe space from the hospital, was now just as bad. He felt stuck, dragged down by the entire situation. Their marriage was on the rocks, neither kid would speak to her, Fao becoming the middle man for everything. Fred really didn't know how much more their relationships could take, how much more he could take.

[rosalinarin]

Whumptober 2024

day 13! this one isn’t my fav but i also wasn’t really feelin the prompt. hopefully tmrw is better ^^

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumpuary Day 29: Alt Prompt 1: Stabbed

Warning for Physical violence, physical abuse, verbal abuse, physical attack, weapons, blood, spitting

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 20

@febuwhump

Another Alt Prompt!

LAST MAN STANDING

They hadn’t known the town they stopped at was in the middle of an outbreak of influenza. But by the time they found out, it was too late. First Wrecker had fallen ill, then Omega; one by one until Hunter was the last man standing. The town’s doctor was busy with the rest of the sick in town and hadn’t had time to help the newcomers. But they’d been put up in a stable near the edge of town, the six of them staying in one stall. At least it made Hunter’s job easier.

Each day he took a bucket and filled it with water from the rain barrel outside the stable, dampening cloths and putting them on each of his cousins’ brows to try and keep their fevers down. A nearby inn provided him with some broth he was able to feed them and luckily they’d all been able to keep it down. 

Night had fallen, and Hunter stood at the door of the stall, watching contentedly as his five charges slept as peacefully as they could. It had been three days since the first of them had gotten sick. Wrecker and Omega were on the mend, while Tech was doing slightly better, and Echo and Crosshair were still reeling with the worst of it. 

Hunter tried his best to ignore the way his nose had started running and the slight pain he felt when he swallowed. He couldn’t let himself fall sick, not when his family still needed him to take care of them. But he took a cloth, dipped it in the bucket of cold water, and placed it on the back of his neck. It would be stupid not to try and stay cool when he was feeling so warm. And, he thought, sitting down just inside the door, head tipping back against the wall, there was no sense standing all night when he could keep watch over them all in a more comfortable position. And if his eyes closed, then he supposed that was alright. He’d be right here if they needed him…

[fandom-happy]

Sicktember 2023 - Day 30: Alt prompt 3 - Pounding headache

Summary: Malcolm has the worst headache, lucky he has some of the best people around to help him.

[whumpcember]

Welcome to the 3rd annual Whumpcember!

Once again, it is just me running the event, so please be aware of any human error. I am grateful for all the participation with choosing the blog theme as well as picking this year's prompts! I hope everyone has a good Whumpcember, and now, here are the rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember24 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember24 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

Day 1: Broken Bones

Day 2: "This Is Your Fault"

Day 3: Begging

Day 4: "This Isn't My Blood"

Day 5: Concussion

Day 6: "Please Stop"

Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: "No. Not Like This"

Day 9: Shaking

Day 10: "Let Me Help You"

Day 11: Manipulation

Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go"

Day 13: Trauma

Day 14: "I Never Wanted This"

Day 15: Broken Glass

Day 16: Amnesia

Day 17: Greatest Fear

Day 18: Poisoned

Day 19: Panic Attack

Day 20: "Please Leave"

Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Hallucinations

Day 23: Overwhelmed

Day 24: Walking On Injuries

Day 25: Healed Wrong

Day 26: Falling

Day 27: Hypothermia

Day 28: Whipped

Day 29: Choked

Day 30: Saying Goodbye

Day 31: Hearing Voices

Alt. 1: Sore Throat

Alt. 2: Memory

Alt. 3: Fire

Alt. 4: Lies

Alt. 5: "You're Allowed To Fall Apart"

Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?"

Alt. 7: Motion Sickness

Alt. 8: Running Away

Alt. 9: Alternative Bandages

Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"

[yearoftheotpevent]

Prompt List 2023 - alt text under the cut

January

first kiss | mission fic | fake dating | "whenever I look at you..." | snow | historical au

February

valentine's day | pollen/fear gas/truth serum | established relationship | "if i kiss you, will you shut up?" | different | mermaid au

March

fresh starts | road trup | getting back together/mutual pining | "make me" | acceptance | fairytale au

April

pranks | canon divergence | (seemingly) unrequited love | "no, i'm not dating your brother" | peace | university au

May

flower language | sick fic | pet/child acquisition | "who are you" | sunshine | fantasy/medieval/dark knights of steel au

June

wedding/proposal | saving the world | (accidental) love confession | "you aren't what i expected" | downpour | soulmate au

July

vacation together | power swap | enemies to lovers | "batman won't like this" | stars | coffee shop au

August

au of your choice | time travel | meet cute/blind date | "you're the only one i could turn to for help" | storm | vampire/werewolf/dc vs vampires au

September

high school/college sweethearts | hurt/comfort | meeting the family | "i wrote this for you" | flood | shifter au

October

couples costume | test messaging | identity shenanigans | "you can't bench me!" | lightning | sports team au

November

life changes | de-aging | secret relationship (reveal) | "be careful what you wish for" | growth | music/band au

December

holidays together | crack treated seriously | moving in together | "that's my favorite thing about you" | forgiveness | tattoo parlor/flower shop au

[jasmines-library]

Survivors Guilt

WHUMPTOBER DAY 9: ALT prompt: Survivors Guilt

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Summary: When jason dies after taking your place, you experience survivor's guilt.

Word count: 1k

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You should have died that day. His screams will forever be ingrained in your consciousness; whispering away in the back of your mind. Weaving their way through the cracks like a stubborn weed. You should have died that day, but Jason’s pleading to take your place was enough to satisfy the sadistic man before you. The way his eyes twinkled with a sadistic gleam made you feel sick. You have tried. Tried impossibly hard to get the Joker to leave Jason alone. Tried to tell them that you would take the torture as you were supposed to. But Jay was far too caring for his own good and his pleas to spare you amused the Joker more than you did. Your shreeks of terror and your desperate cries; the ones that ricocheted off of the walls satisfied the Joker. But they would never bring more of a grin to his face than watching the light leave Jason’s eyes. 

By the time Bruce arrived it was already too late. Jason’s heart had long stopped beating. But once they had untied you, they had to drag you away from his body to tend to your injuries. 

You didn’t sleep for weeks after that. You would often wake up in the night screaming for him. You couldn't so much as close your eyes without seeing him. It was like he was haunting you. A ghostly reminder that he died to save you. Because of you. That it should have been you. The guilt hung heavily over your head, weighing you down. And you began to change. It eventually got to the point where you practically refused to sleep. Or rather couldn’t. It was much easier to force yourself to stay awake than to Soon you became more withdrawn. You stopped making appearances at breakfast and dinner and it grew increasingly harder for anyone to find you anywhere other than inside your bedroom. Slowly, you began to lose interest in the things you were so interested in before. You didn’t have the energy to even think about doing them.

The other members of the family noticed of course. At first they had decided to give you some space, offering support when they thought you needed it. They knew they were grieving. They were grieving too. But as the weeks passed they slowly began to notice your withdrawn nature. They missed your lively presence and just seeing your face. 

Late one afternoon, there was a knock on your bedroom door. You tried to ignore it first. Hoping that you could pretend to be asleep and that whoever it was would go away. But then the knock came again followed by your name. 

You could tell that it was Dick on the other side of the door and from his tone of voice you knew he was worried. Of course he was worried. And there was just something about the way he said your name that forced you to get up out of bed and crack open the door. 

Dick seemed rather startled when you opened the door. Truthfully, he hadn't expected you to. But he wasn’t alone. Tim and Damian were with him. 

“Hey….” he said gently. “Do you mind if we come in?”

You hesitated for a moment but let them in reluctantly before shuffling onto your bed.

“Where you been, princess?” Tim asked you “We’ve not seen you. You doing okay?”

“Yeah…” you responded quietly. “Just been…….busy.”

It was a complete lie. You hadn’t been doing much of anything, you couldn’t bring yourself to. Tim frowned a little, but didn’t comment on the matter, instead he placed a hand on your knee, rubbing over the skin gently with the pad of his thumb. 

“You've been sleeping okay?” Damian asked you. The bags under your eyes were far from subtle. 

“...better.” You just answered shortly. That guilt still hung heavy above your head. 

“Good.” a sliver of a smile appeared on Dick’s face before it morphed into a sad look. “We’re worried about you, kid.”

“I’m fine.” You tried to dismiss them. 

Tim tilted his head at you. “You don’t have to keep it bottled up, sweetheart. Talk to us.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but your words failed you. You were scared to open up.

Dick squeezed your hand. “It's alright. Tell us how you’re feeling. We’re listening.”

“I…..it should have been me.” Your words cut through the silence. Honest. And brutal. Raw and real. “He begged him to leave me alone. And he–”

“Shh…” Dick tried to soothe you. “It’s alright. You're okay.”

“Its not okay! he died because of me!”

Damian shook his head. “No. Don’t think like that. Jason died because the Joker is sick.”

“He took my place!” You said. You were on the verge of crying. You could feel the tears prickling at the back of your eyes. They could see the guilt you were experiencing. 

“What happened was not your fault. You hear me?”

“I should have tried harder.”

“No. No sweetheart….” Dick shushed you. “You couldn’t have done anything. The Joker had his mind made up. No one could have done anything to have stopped him. But Jay did what he did because he loved you. Not because you didn’t try hard enough to stop him.”

That was what pushed you over the edge. The tears began to flow. Dick pulled you close to his chest, wrapping you up tightly in his arms as you wept. Tim ran his fingers gently through your hair as Damian laced your fingers with his and traced gentle, soft circles on the back of your hand. 

“Shh…we’ve got you…. It's okay ....”

The three boys held you close, reassuring you and letting you cry. 

“We’re here for you sweetheart.” Tim said. “We’re always gonna be here for you.

“We’re gonna work through this together, okay? It might take us a little while but that’s okay.” Dick explained to you gently. “We’re here for you, kid. Always and forever”

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<- DAY EIGHT ⛤ DAY TEN ->

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TAGS:

@hearts4robs @kingshitonly @alicedawitchbish @hell-o-kittys @azure-drag0ness @harleycao @thewhispersofthewaves @batfamsstuff @xxrougefangxx @rosecentury @noisymutantherelol @killxz @rhiodes @inlovewhithafairytale @that-wannabe-vangoghgurl @canthavetoomuchchaos

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