#warm soup

[thyming]

Asiago Roasted Garlic Cauliflower Soup 💞

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Warm Soup

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober Day 18. Set after Httyd 2, the dragons never left. Astrid has been sick all day. So of course, it’s her husband’s job to look out for her.

Warning: Sick fic

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 488

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Fever, Warm soup, Vomiting

Whumpee: Astrid

Author’s Notes: Saw another opportunity for some married Hiccstrid~

Enjoy!

XOXOX

When Hiccup lays his hand on her burning forehead, Astrid startles.

“Hiccup!” She gasps, eyes fluttering open and her hands grasping for his.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were dozing off again,” he apologizes. He probably should’ve checked first instead of just diving in on her from behind, like a dragon spotting a delicious school of fish near the surface.

Astrid mutters something in response, but he doesn’t quite catch it. She holds his hand to her forehead. His skin is cooling to her, he hasn’t been home for very long, having stepped out to meet with Gothi. His cold hand helps numb her pounding headache.

Hiccup watches her lean into his hand, a worried expression on his face. He shares a look with Toothless who sits by the fire. The Night Fury shares his worry. Astrid hasn’t been this sick since the Scourge of Odin.

“Uh, Astrid, Sweetie,” that nickname is reserved only for special occasions such as this. Usually, it makes her go putty in his hands. “The soup is ready.”

With a sigh, she lets go of his hand and sinks deeper in her bundle of furs, freezing cold because of the fever rampaging through her body. Her hands are all that remain free as she reaches for the bowl of soup in his hands. He hands it over, making sure that her hands touch cloth first, lest she burn them.

“You can go ahead and finish that, take Gothi’s admittedly very fragrant concoction, and then you can go back to bed,” Hiccup explains.

“Oh Gods,” Astrid does not look forward to drinking whatever Gothi cooked up. Just the thought of it makes her stomach churn.

“She told me this one will make the nauseousness go away. It should help you stop throwing up,” Hiccup pulls a stool closer to sit on.

“Then shouldn’t I be taking that first?” She asks.

“You could, but it’s not done yet.”

“Still steeping?”

“Still steeping.”

Astrid sighs, then turns her attention back to her warm soup. She’s been throwing up ever since yesterday night, meaning that she hasn’t eaten all day. Fortunately, she’s as hungry as a newborn Eruptodon in a lava pool. Whether she can keep it down or not, her appetite remains unaffected.

She takes her first spoonful of the day. To her great relief, her stomach isn’t immediately doing flips and her gag reflex doesn’t reject the meal. So far.

“Hey Babe?” She looks at him with tired eyes.

“Yes?”

“Can you sit closer?” She asks and he does what she wants. He scoots the stool closer and leans over the armrest to wrap an arm around her. It makes for a mighty uncomfortable position with the arm rest between them, but he doesn’t mind sitting like this for a little while. Astrid leans towards him, head on his shoulder and bowl on the arm rest as she eats. Slow bite after slow bite.

[sillycreaturestims]

Hi! Can I get some soup stim board? No particular kind of soup but something warm and comforting.

Hope this is good:)

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[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 18: Warm soup

Part of my story A Piece Of Work (masterlist)

tw: fear of abandonment, shaking, stuttering ~return of xe/xem caretaker from day 2!~

... Whumpee tightly grasped Caretaker's hand as he was led into the apartment. Caretaker led him over to the couch and went into the kitchen. He panicked at being left alone, and let out a small cry. "I'm just in the kitchen, okay Whumpee? I'm making us some dinner," Caretaker acknowledged. Xe didn't even recognize xyr friend, he had changed so much over the past few months. He used to be so confident, so sure of himself, and always tried to keep a clean look, even with his stained hoodies and messy but handsome hair. Now, his hair was grown out and stringy, and he acted as if a fly could startle him. Xe worried about him, from the first time xe had seen him today, tied up and bleeding. Whumpee found a blanket and wrapped it around himself as Caretaker searched the cupboards for anything that could be turned into a meal for two. Xe found twin cans of soup, lit the stove and set a pot on top, then poured the soup in. A few minutes later, the soup was ready. Caretaker poured it into two bowls, grabbed two spoons, and brought dinner out to the living room. There, Whumpee was shaking and huddled in on himself; Caretaker sat next to him and set the bowls on the coffee table. Whumpee pulled Caretaker into a sudden hug. Xe returned it as he started sobbing. Xe had never heard him cry before, a testament to the horrors he had gone through. Caretaker held on a second longer before pulling away and offering Whumpee a bowl. He accepted, and let it warm up his hands as the soup cooled down. Caretaker picked up xyr bowl and took a spoonful, only to realize xyr mistake when the soup burned xyr tongue. Caretaker also waited for xyr dinner to cool, and tried to initiate conversation. "Are-are you okay, Whumpee, after everything that's happened today?" Whumpee just shook his head. Caretaker didn't know how to respond, and xe didn't know how to fix him. Xe wanted to be there for xyr friend and help him heal, but where to begin? What now? Caretaker, caught up in xyr own thoughts, was startled when Whumpee spoke. "I...I-I...I don't w-want to talk about it. I want you to help me, and t-th..thank you, but it hurts too much right now to ta-talk." "Okay. That's fine," Caretaker whispered, wondering when Whumpee developed a stutter. "I'm here for you, alright?" Whumpee nodded. He sipped at his soup, deciding it to be cool enough to eat, and dug in. He hadn't had so much warm food in so long. Caretaker could only pick at xyr food, too worried about Whumpee to eat. The two sat in silence except for Whumpee's eating, and when he was done with his bowl Caretaker wordlessly handed over xyrs, and he accepted, internally rejoicing at the extra food, not processing that Caretaker barely touched xyrs. They didn't know what to say to each other, there was too much and not enough between them all at once. Whumpee felt drowsy after two helpings of warm soup, and his eyelids grew heavy. Caretaker yawned, and thought it might be time for bed, after such a crazy day. "Hey, do you want to sleep with me tonight? If not, that's fine, you can have the couch or I have an air mattress; you can stay for as long as you like too, if it makes you feel better." "Yeah, I'd like that. Would you mind if I slept with you? It-it'd help me feel safe, y'know?" Whumpee smiled. "Sure. No homo though, right?" Caretaker laughed, lightening the mood. "No homo." The two stood up, Caretaker putting xyr arm around Whumpee's shoulder, headed for bed. Both felt safe under the covers that night, far away from Whumper and the events of that day, and finally together again.

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Chicken Noodle Soup

ai-less whumptober 2023 day 18- fever/vomiting/warm soup fandom- batman TW-none summary- Dick is sick, Jason helps

ao3 masterlist

Dick is not feeling well. Which is a shame since he was supposed to teach gymnastics today. He loves working with the kids.

So here he is, lying in bed, hardly even able to get up. He’s already vomited and he’s pretty sure he has a fever, but he doesn’t have a thermometer to check. There were things he was supposed to do today. And he was going to look into the new smuggling ring in Bludhaven that he’s heard rumors of.

There was something else that he can’t quite remember. It was important. Or at least he thinks it was. 

He groans, turning over in his bed. He can’t think anymore. He’ll deal with it all tomorrow.

For now, he’ll sleep.

Yes, sleep sounds good. 

He’s just about to drift off when someone slams the door to his apartment open.

Dick jerks up and immediately has to cover his mouth to suppress the surge of nausea.

“Hey! Dickwing!”

Oh. He was supposed to meet with Jason today.

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Jason slams into Dick’s apartment. His brother’s been bugging him about hanging out. Jason had ignored him at first. Then refused. But every week, Dick would ask again.

Jason had finally agreed just to get the other man to drop it. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that hanging out with his older brother sounded nice. Not at all.

So, he had agreed to get coffee, as long as Dick paid. Jason had arrived at the coffee shop early, but then Dick had never shown up. He had waited twenty minutes past their meeting time and texted him, but Dick hadn’t answered.

Well, if Dick wasn’t going to show up then Jason would just have to go and bother the golden boy at his apartment.

He picked the lock and then slammed the door open.

“Hey! Dickwing!”

No one was in the living room, and Jason didn’t even bother going to the kitchen. He knew how Dick’s kitchen usually looked. And so he went to the idiot’s bedroom.

“What the heck, Dickwing! First, you go to all the trouble of getting me to agree to meet up, and then you don’t even show up?” Then Jason paused. Dick was trying to get out of bed, but there was obviously something wrong with him.

“Sorry. Just give me a moment.” Dick said, stumbling over to his closet. “Let me just… Let me just get changed.” He picked up a shirt, but it slipped to the ground. He went to pick it up, but then stumbled and Jason leapt forward to catch him.

Jason lowered his idiot of a brother to the ground. He was pale and his forehead was beaded with sweat and he was trembling.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Dick muttered.

“Shut up.” Jason said, scooping his brother up and depositing him back on the bed. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick?”

“Forgot.” Dick’s eyes were closed.

“Forgot you were sick, or forgot to let me know. Because with you it could go either way.”

“Forgot we were meeting. Sorry.”

Jason sighed. “Do you have a thermometer?”

“...No.”

Jason sighed again. He would probably be doing a lot of that today. “Why am I not surprised?” He muttered.

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” he said, looking around the room. It was a mess. And there was Dick’s phone on his bedside. Jason picked it up. It was dead.

“Sorry.” Jason spun to face him and Dick smirking.

Jason scowled. “Well, I don’t need a thermometer to tell that you’ve got a fever.” Jason looked up. Was he really going to do this? He glanced back at Dick, at his brother. Fine. “You stay in bed. I’ll get you some water and see if I can scrounge up anything edible in your kitchen.”

“You don’t have to–”

“Would you rather I call Alfred? Because you know he’d come over and lecture you on proper self care and keeping your apartment clean.”

Dick didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought.” Jason muttered heading towards the kitchen. And yup. It was just as bad as he thought it would be. Take out containers littered the counters, and the only thing in the cupboards were cereal boxes. He opened the fridge and grimaced. There was only milk and what had maybe been more takeout. It was hard to tell.

“I’m going to get some groceries.” he called out. “You better still be in bed by the time I get back.” There was no answer from the bedroom, but whatever.

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After he came back the first thing he had to do was clean the counters. There was no way he’d make the food on those disgusting things. Once the kitchen was at least a little better, he settled into the relaxing process of chopping veggies and stirring together a warm chicken noodle soup. As it simmered he started cleaning up the apartment to give himself something to do. He picked up trash, cleaned the coffee table. There wasn’t a broom so he wouldn’t be able to sweep. And he tossed the dirty laundry in the washer. 

The smell of soup had filled the apartment by the time he was done.

He turned off the heat and filled a bowl for himself and another for Dick.

He carried both to his brother’s room.

“Food’s ready.”

Dick blearily looked up.

“That smells good.”

Jason grunted, setting Dick’s bowl on the side table and sitting down in the room's other chair.

“Eat up.”

Dick smiled at him. “Thanks, Little Wing.”

“Whatever. I can’t have you keeling over and dying. The old man would be a pain to deal with.”

Dick chuckled, steading the bowl with his knees as he took his first spoonful. “This is incredible.”

Jason ignored him. Of course his soup was incredible.

They continued to eat in silence, Jason looking up occasionally to check on Dick. Not because he cared. He just didn’t want his soup to go to waste.

And if next week he agreed to go out to coffee with Dick, that was just because his brother owed him. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he may or may not care about his older brother. Not at all.

[tboyrants]

been laying in bed all day eating chicken noodle soup (my favorite) :3 in desperate need of cuddles.

[autobot2001]

Day 30; Infected Wound

Fandom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC), Ratchet Rating: T Description: Crosshairs' wound gets infected, but even with how awful he feels, Crosshairs is worried about Jamie finding out.

Whumpober; scented candles, Panic AI-lesstober; Fever / Warm soup Flufftober; 5x +1

Three days passed since Crosshairs inflicted self-harm. The terror twins, Lily and Lightning, know. Lily is the one who argued Jamie shouldn't know. Drift is up before his friends. He looks at Crosshairs, noticing how pale he looks. Crosshairs feels warm, which affects his worry. He decides to wait for Crosshairs to wake up.

Crosshairs wakes up, feeling like scrap. He doesn't realize how awful he feels until he sits on the edge of the bed. He doesn't want to wake Jamie up. Drift walls out of the bathroom as Crosshairs tries to get up but feels like the room is spinning and falls to his knees. Drift: Ratchet, emergency! He knows Ratchet will worry he's talking about Jamie. He helps Crosshairs out of the room before Crosshairs tells him to let him sit on the floor.

Once Crosshairs is sitting on the floor, Drift alerts Lightning. Uncertain if he'll be back before Jamie wakes up. Ratchet rushes down the hall. He was hoping Drift wasn't talking about Crosshairs. Even though the only reason Drift would contact him about a medical emergency would be due to Jamie's condition, he needs help. Which is rare. "He should be in the medbay," Ratchet tells Drift. Crosshairs whispers as he's lifted up and onto the stretcher. Lightning catches a glimpse of her brother before Ratchet pushes the stretcher down the hall. "Damn, go with Ratchet," Lightning insists though she's worried about her brother. Drift nods and runs down the hall.

Drift waits in the waiting room, panicking. It's a long twenty minutes before Ratchet walks into the waiting room. "He's staying in the medbay," Ratchet tells him, "bacterial infection, but he feels weak. He's on a little oxygen. I'm giving him medication for the symptoms along with the antibiotics." Ratchet tells Drift which room Crosshairs is in and that he can tell Lightning.

Crosshairs lies in bed, hating this is happening. He hates how Drift found him injured and that he inflicted self-harm, but now he's in the medbay. Crosshairs doesn't like that Drift is the one walking into the room. The mech moves a chair by the bed and sits down. Neither know what to say.

"You have to go back," Crosshairs finally says, "before she worries." "She's going to find out. I can't lie and say you're on a mission with no other Autobots out of the base." Crosshairs knows Lightning knows since Drift would ask her to stay in their room. Tears roll down Crosshairs' face. Drift knows it's not just because Jamie will find out Crosshairs is in the medbay and what he did, but also the guilt of what he did. "It's ok, we will deal with this." Crosshairs thinks it must have been five times during their stay at Cade and Vivian's that he had to help Drift with anxiety or nightmares. Now it's Drift's turn to help him. Crosshairs doesn't mind, but he hates his plan backfired and in a bad way. With the infection zapping Crosshairs of his energy, he isn't awake for long. Drift decides to make him soup.

"Good news is we were scheduled to work today," Drift tells Lightning, "it's tonight I'm not looking forward to. Even after I told him you'll be with Jamie, Blaster told me he can handle work. I'll be making soup." "You forgot about lunch. I don't think Jamie will believe Crosshairs is skipping lunch." Drift sighs, "this is a disaster. Crosshairs feels so much guilt." "Wish he'd stop acting like he's ok. Even if this didn't happen."

Even while sick with a fever and the room spinning when he moves his head, among other symptoms, Crosshairs is more bothered by how worried his family is. He knows Drift has always worried about how he'd keep emotions bottled up. Now, with the injury that's now infected.

Drift walks in carrying a candle. He puts it on the table by the bed. "It's a calming scent," he explains, "you need to relax," Drift lights the candle and sits on the chair, "you'll be ok."

Crosshairs fell asleep again. This time, when he wakes up, Jamie is lying on him. Even with the head of the bed at an angle. He questions if Jamie was quiet or he was in a deep sleep. "I'm sorry, she questioned where you were," Drift explains, "and refused to leave. I didn't know she'd climb onto the bed." Crosshairs realizes Drift brought the soup he made. He tried to wake Jamie up. The two mechs watch her hug Crosshairs. They know she thinks Drift is trying to take her away from Crosshairs. "Jamie, wake up," Crosshairs says. The femme lifts her head to look at him. Neither mech thought she'd cry. Then Crosshairs realizes what Jamie is likely thinking. This is why I didn't want her to know. Crosshairs thinks as he hugs her. He gets her to notice the bowls of soup on the table. Repositioning her on the bed. Drift moves the table for the two to eat. While he holds his bowl while sitting on the chair by the bed.

After the three eat, Drift lights the candle on the table by the bed. "You can stay here," Drift yells Jamie, "for a while." He takes the bowls and leaves the room. Crosshairs hugs Jamie, uncertain if he should say anything. He hated what he likely did to her mental health.

[traaansfem]

If you have parmesan rinds (saving them in the freezer?) and the time to make stock with them, you can freeze the stock into little cubes. Which can significantly improve tomato or chicken soups.

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

[ionomycin]

temple at the end of the road

[greykolla-art]

Every day I wake up and think:

“At some point Izzy realised how out of control things had gotten, and started putting himself in between Ed and the crew, as much as he could. Especially when Ed was too drunk/high to even know what he was doing. Cause Izzy doesn’t want the others to suffer more for his mistakes.”

“They are all bonded through shared trauma now.”

And every day I cry like a baby.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[orbbo]

good soup

[stump-not-found]

i'm collecting bill warmup pages like thay're chemical burns

[alexaqueendom]

Omg this got me so perfectly. Thank you for the well made quiz @judas-redeemed I'm in awe.

new uquiz omg. what kind of warmth are you? been working on this forever pls take it <3

[lightbulb-warning]

napscallions

[littlemagics]

Christmas lights.  Christmas carols.  Hot soup in a thermos.  New projects.  Being with my kids.  Hearing my kids talk about the things that are important to them.  Whispers to Santa.  Physical movement.  Play.  Sleepyheads.  Holding hands while falling asleep.