#sickfic potential?

[ohlooksomepromptsandstuff]

Ship dynamic: Character A is a recovering germaphobe who started attending therapy after realising that their phobia was taking away from their quality of life. One of the strategies that they've found most helpful is - when they're worrying about a certain illness, virus, disease, ect - doing lots of research on what to do if they or someone else gets the thing, instead of trying to prevent it from happening to begin with. This has meant that A is an absolutely excellent person to be around when you're sick, injured, or ill.

Cue Person B, A's old friend who's always getting sick, and I mean always. They haven't seen A in ages now, because as A's germaphobia got worse and worse, B's constant illnesses made A want to be near them less and less. Now, though, A feels like they can finally face up to B again, and is realising that they've missed them quite a lot, too.

As always, though, B is unwell, but this time it's different. This time, despite the years of absence, A is willing to help.

[softsnzstuff]

Idk if y’all can visualize this…

but I REALLY want a taller partner to just sit with their arm around me on the couch while we watch tv or talk.

And then they sorta curl into you, covering a sneeze with the hand that was around you - a mix of on top of/behind your head/shoulder.

If anyone wants to draw this because I can’t describe it properly please be my guest 😭❤️

[anxiouscaretaker]

as much as i love the working-through-illness trope, what i find much more relatable is a character who doesn't work through it - just stresses out/gets annoyed at how inconvenient it is.

there's a big deadline they need to meet or event they have to miss, but they don't try to push through. after all, that would just make them feel worse, and somebody else might catch their bug.

but the whole time they're supposed to be resting, our poor character can't settle down! they're worrying about the work they'll have to catch up on, the people who might be covering their shift, maybe they were supposed to bring something important to an event - and they feel so guilty for something they couldn't even control.

and of course, all that anxiety with no rest doesn't help. the sickness stays longer than it would otherwise. perhaps their symptoms worsen, or they get fun new ones.

hopefully this character has somebody to help them relax so they don't spend even more time sick and stressing...

[soy-s4uce]

That pilot should be in distress more often I think

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: going thru my corny arc

[romcomxdd]

I saw you were looking for Goose fan fics and here is personally one of my all time favorites!

I’m not taking any credit for it I just really liked it! I’m anonymous cause I’m too nervous😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53047951/chapters/134210974

holy shit tysm-

i’m like halfway through chapter two and i’m almost crying- this is everything i’ve ever wanted and more, thank you!

goose breaking down after his seizure and not wanting bradley in the room?!? wtf who gave you permission to break my heart like that- /j

please don’t be nervous anons are fully my favourite thing ever🫶

ack the fic’s so good, ily for this :]

^^guys go and read the fic it’s so good-

[mousiefrotting]

was just mulling over some twst thoughts (overblot-related and such) noticing how most of the incidents so far end with the victim getting enough time to rest and get back to a fit condition to live their lives?- and then i suddenly remembered a canon fact that makes for suuuuch good recovery-whump happenings:

if blot accumulation in a magestone subsides when the caster's physical reserves are replenished (food, sleep, etc.), what about the post-overblot recovery?? after all the wreckage of an overblot is said and done, all the emotions have been had and harrowed- what about the physical rehabilitation process?

we see a few mentions of overblotters feeling sick right after the fact- or just generally being physically worse off after burning through a notable amount of magic- and it got me thinking; what about all those post-blot scenes we don't get to see? sure, they've got emotional (often literal also!) messes to fix ahead of them-- but what about that moment where everything just feels bad and gross and the failure of your best laid plans is just heaping onto how absolutely wrecked you are and everyone can see it?

(the thought of any of the prev ob!ers actually having to voice a physical need is just too good to resist imo- especially after the fact and having to see the ramifications!!! augugughghh and while i may have reasonings "blot bad, sleep and food good" does something to the brain i must admit))

just.. AUGH.. i need to see the emotional vulnerability and the walls betrayed by the all-powerful denial-shatterer: good old physical needs!

[katiesdailystruggle]

I will never be able to put into words what this picture means to me

[sickficideas]

this was one of my favorite chapters/episodes for yknow...reasons...

[caspersickfanfics]

ANYWAY are there any Link Click/Shiguang fans hereeeeee

I need to write a fic for the boys ASAP, suddenly

I have ideas, but also am very open to requests!!!

[kaeyapilled]

there should be more genshin sickfics. yeah. what? "write them yourself"? oh hmm no i don't think i will

[kimikaami]

I think its cute how "being cared for while on your period" is pretty much a universal fantasy for half the population

[boywonderasnf]

he. he did the art???

yes, yes i did.

and while the drawing itself is not kink-related, the rest of this post (rant) is. 18+ please, be kind, dont reblog to non-kink blogs, yada yada the whole shpeel.

(also the "explanation" is basically just a speedrun hurt/comfort fluffy sickfic. might write later idk)

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ANYWAYS! i had so badly wanted to make this drawing somehow kink related, but couldn't due to it being drawn in my Class Doodles Notebook (the one i let people see/use)

but imean when i say i REALLY wanted to make his blush look fever-like or even just make his nose a bit darker (maybe even have it running😶)

also ignore his suit (and him in general lmao he a lil wonky💀), i had no references, only my imagination plus whatever pictures of him were stored in the Brain Bank, and just prayed it would end up okay🤷

yes he is crying. why?

well now that i have the freedom to say this, I made it cause he was out patrolling while sick w/ a fever, but then he felt Really Bad and Flash (Wally😻) found his dumbass on a rooftop, naturally.

yada yada Wally is Upset cause he explicitly told Dick to 1: tell him or somebody when he wasn't feeling well (and not like small cold. try more like getting a little too close to passing out than he should), and 2: Take It Easy While He Was Still Recovering From A Previous Cold (he did not, can you tell?)

but Wally being Upset and Grr about Dick's stubbornness around "weakness" and the (slowly becoming less) constant battles the two have over simply allowing themselves to be comforted and cared for by the other, lead to some misunderstandings from Dick's end.

he, in his deliriously fevered state of mind, thought Wally was upset with him for getting sick and being "weak", so he immediately started crying, which made Wally rush to his side and takes off Dick's mask to Wipe His Tears, Kiss His Face, and Gauge Temp of the Ill Bird.

so all that explains why Dick's mask isn't on. lord that was a long explanation for just one small thing mb yall💀

anyways this is my little burst of bullshit for today i definitely babygirlified him (IT WAS ON ACCIDENT THO I DIDNT REALIZE SLIGHTLY SHADING HIS LIPS WOULD MAKE HIM SO-✨😽💅✨!!!!)

sure hope nobody comes hatin, and that anybody that sees this doesn't hate it on sight🙏

mozel tov, i wish all a good day/night😸😸😸

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

thinking about feveruary and god i hope the day 14 prompt is good 🙏🏾 i wanna be able to roll it into the aro!Mario idea floating around in my head already...

[sobredunia]

Imagine clover gets a cut or smth and bleeds over some cloth and monsters have absolutely no idea how to clean it out and maybe starlo is venting his frustrations to Dalv and he's like "oh just put it in cold water then add some detergent and brush it with a laundry brush then leave it be for 20 minutes. If it doesn't go away the first time just repeat over and over until it does" and then starlo just stares at him

in. clover lives aus or aus where they choose to live in the underground whatnot. i think more ppl should play with the idea that their friends know Jackshit About Humans. please and thanks

[ellecdc]

Yaaay:D

That poly moonwater sickfic was so sweet- maybe you could write a sequel where one (or both) of the boys get sick from when they were helping care for you <3

I love these little requests from all the way back in May - it's like a little treasure trove. Also, I wrote this while currently sick and tired (both in the literal sense) so I'm not actually sure how this turned out; it took me a really long time to manage what I got so I apologize for inconsistencies or just all around poor writing <3

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who got Reg sick [1k words]

CW: sick fic, fluff, Remus being The Worst™ [positive and affectionate], my potentially poor writing

You scrunched your eyes closed and threw your head back rather roughly against the sofa; arms that were holding your book falling limp into your lap.

Remus - less theatrical - did not throw his head back nor did he let his book fall into his lap, but he too scrunched his eyes shut with an equally exasperated scrunch of his nose. 

“Who gave him that thing?” You grumbled as you tucked a bookmark in to save your page and made to stand.

“Do you want me to go, dove?” He offered softly, giving you a sympathetic look when he caught you by the wrist as you made to walk past him. 

“No.” You grumbled rather petulantly, kissing the space between his brows when they furrowed further in sympathy. “It’s my fault, I’ll go.”

Remus smiled at you before pursing his lips in ask which you quickly answered by placing a kiss there, too. “I hardly think you did this on purpose.”

The - now ear splitting - sound of the bell ringing again interrupted your moment as you let out a sigh.

“No,” you agreed, “I certainly didn’t do this on purpose.” 

You poked your head into the bedroom to see Regulus much in the same way you left him, curled up in the fetal position under a mountain of blankets, though his hand was currently poking out of said blankets with his bell held tightly in his grasp.

“Hey bubs.” You offered gently; knowing that for as nettlesome as you currently found him, you really had sort of done this to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Awful.” He muttered, barely putting any effort into aiming as he tossed the bell back in the direction of the bedside table.

You made a sympathetic humming sound as you perched on the edge of the bed and pushed some of his curls away from his forehead. “What can I do for you?”

“Can I have more meds?” He whimpered, voice awfully small as if he already knew the answer but was hoping to elicit some compassion.

You grimaced as you looked at the clock sitting beside balled up tissues, the damned bell you’d supplied him with, a glass half full of water with a pitcher next to it, and some lozenges. “I’m sorry, my love; it’s not been long enough.”

Your response was met with a petulant whine, a body burrowing further into the blankets, and a hand slithering into yours. 

“How about I rub some more vaporub on your chest, hm?” You asked, beginning to pull away without waiting for an answer, only for his hand to tighten on yours.

“Can you just sit here with me?” 

You cooed almost embarrassingly as you settled more comfortably beside him, one hand holding his as the other raked through his hair, “of course” falling so easily from your lips when he looked so young, so vulnerable, and so innocent with his pink flushed cheeks and glassy eyes no doubt from the pressure in his sinuses. 

“I’ve been terribly troublesome, haven’t I?” He asked a few moments later, startling you when you thought he’d been drifting off.

“No, darling.” You denied, though he lifted his head slightly so he could give you a disbelieving look. “You’ve not been terribly troublesome.” You amended, earning you an almost snort of laughter that quickly dissolved into a coughing fit. 

You helped him sit up and passed him his glass of water.

“You’re so nice to me.” He whispered as if the feeling of your lips against his temple was a foreign concept. You tried to quell your smile as you pressed another kiss to his fever warmed skin.

“I’m really not, bubs. I did this to you, remember?”

You were met with silence as Regulus’ eyes darted around your face. “You’re so mean to me.” 

“Awe Reg, come on now.” Remus sounded from the door as he walked in with a cup of tea in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean.” Regulus harrumphed, though his ire was quickly undermined as he made grabby hands for the cup of tea. 

“If Remus catches this next, this flu will have had an almost month-long stint in this house.” You mused as Regulus drank his tea.

“I don’t get sick.” Remus offered nonchalantly with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“What do you mean you don’t get sick.” Regulus all but sneered as he glowered at his perfectly healthy boyfriend over the rim of his tea cup. 

“I don’t get sick.” Remus repeated. “It’s like the universe has decided I’ve got enough shite to deal with, my immune system’s just not one of them.”

Both you and Regulus blinked at him with varying levels of jealousy whilst he brushed lint off the sleeve of his arm. 

“Well isn’t that just fucking dandy for you.” You spat eventually, causing Regulus to nearly spit out his tea in laughter as Remus’ mouth fell open in faux offence. 

“You minx.” He accused you. “I’m in here helping you help your boyfriend-”

“My boyfriend!?” You squealed.

“-who you got sick. I think you should be rather grateful.” 

“Grateful.” You scoffed as you turned to look at Regulus like ‘can you believe this guy?’. 

“I’m grateful for you, Rem.” Regulus let out with a sigh as he handed Remus the cup of tea back and moved to recline against his pillows - that you’d fluffed to perfection for him - with Remus’ damp cloth on his forehead. 

“Okay, well, since you’re all so well taken care of up here.” You teased as you made to stand, Regulus circling his hand around your wrist as Remus made a protesting squawk before you were being manhandled into his lap, though your hand remained safely in Regulus’. 

“No.” Remus murmured into your neck. “We need you to nurse us back to health.”

“I thought you don’t get sick.” You accused.

“I don’t, but I find myself deficient in vitamin you.”

Both you and Regulus groaned as you tried to wriggle yourself free from Remus’ grasp and Regulus buried his head under the blankets. 

“Both of you out, all this corny flirting is making me nauseous again.” Regulus grumbled.

“Well, you heard the man.” Remus stage whispered quickly before he was all but shoving you out of the room. “Feel better bubs! You know where to find us!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Regulus called. “I’ll just ring the sodding bell.”

“You should have never given him that bell, dove.”