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what if i told u that is quite literally who they are based off of. THE RDR2 BRAINROT WAS CRAZY WHEN I WROTE THIS SO YOU ARE GENUINELY 100% CORRECT

first fic! woo!!

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A and B are either romantically involved or very close platonically (u can choose how to interpret but the writing is leaning towards romance)

C is more or less the adopted kid (maybe preteen to young teen) of the two!

this is my first kinda time period whump (1890ish wild west america but it’s not too important in this) because they’d be living in some kind of camp or forest clearing, away from civilization

whumpee: C

caretaker(s): A and B

[gender neutral A,B, and C]

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A stumbled out of their shared tent with B, viciously scrubbing at the blur in their eyes as they had just woken up. They were ripped from their comfortable sleep by the biting cold air that seeped into the tent and below the thin blankets they were under. Now more than ever, A wished they had spent the extra time to find a place to stay, but it was too late. They and their family were going to have to brave the January chill for the foreseeable future.

“Cold wake you up?” B questioned from their place stoking a small fire in the center of the clearing.

A only nodded and found a place to sit next to the fire, reaching out their pale and shaking fingers towards the warmth.

B made their way over and rubbed up and down A’s shoulders, leaning down and pressing a kiss on their temple. A smiled and leaned into it.

“C’s still asleep?” A asked, starting to feel more alert and awake.

“Guess so.. it’s a wonder they can sleep through this..” B replied, sitting next to A and sidling up to their warmth.

“I only ask because.. well.. you saw them last night.. hardly touched their food..”

“A, you worry too much.. they’re a tough kid.. they’re probably just being lazy today! Can’t blame ‘em either!“

“You’re right…” A bit their lip in contemplation. They couldn’t shake the bad feeling they had. C really hadn’t looked good last night. They drummed their fingers along their knee and said, “I think I’ll go check on them anyways..”

B laughed softly.

“Whatever you say dear, but hurry back! I need your bodily warmth!”

A laughed off the comment and made their way to C’s small tent. It was a ratty old thing, littered with holes and stains and loose threads. I’ll have to go into town and get them a new one soon, A thought to themself.

“C? You in there?” They called out.

No answer.

“C?? I’m coming in, okay?”

They pushed open the flap of the tent and was first taken aback by the silence.

C was a snorer. Albeit softly, they still hardly ever slept silently. Certainly not this silently.

The blankets were strewn all about the small cot and the pillows were on the floor to the right of it. The whole scene was weird but it became gut-wrenching when A realized that C wasn’t in the cot at all.

“C?? C?!” A yelped out, suddenly patting frantically at the cot and rummaging all around the tent. “Are you here??”

B burst into the tent, wide-eyed and looking panicked. “The hells going on?!”

“C isn’t in here!”

“Where the hell are they?!?!”

“Do you think if I knew that I’d be standing here right now??!”

“I don’t know!!”

A pinched the bridge of their nose and stepped out of the tent.

“Look, the horses are all still here,” they said, motioning to the two horses hitched to a tree off to the side of the camp. “They can’t have gotten far without a horse. Not even sure they know how to ride on their own..”

B pursed their lips into a straight line. “You don’t think they.. well..”

The unspoken words hung in the air. The general area they made their camp in had been crawling with various gangs of outlaws for a while now. What outlaws wanted with an innocent kid, A had no idea, but the possibility send chilled down their spine.

“Let’s.. let’s not jump to conclusions.. for all we know, they wandered off to take a piss and got a bit turned around in the forest.. let’s just saddle up and have a look..” A said, keeping their voice calm as they could.

They grabbed their coats, mounted their horses and began riding separately into the forest.

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“C!! Where are you!!” A called out, starting to feel restless. They’d only been searching for about half an hour but A was starting to feel restless. Every worst case scenario flashed through A’s mind.

How long had C been out here in this freezing weather? Had they the sense to at least bring a coat with them? What if a wild animal had already gotten to them? What if they were too late and they had frozen to death??

A shook their head. C was fine. They had to be.

They lead their horse with numb fingers through a patch of trees that they were sure they’d gone through before when something caught their eye.

A tiny figure, curled up against the base of a large rock, clad in only a union suit that was obviously too big for them. C.

A all but leaped off their horses and called out for B before racing over to the kid.

“C.. C.. oh lord.. are you hurt??” They asked while kneeling beside them and quickly scanning over their body for injuries.

C’s face was ghostly pale and their lips were turning a sickly shade of blue. They were shivering like mad and their eyes had a far away glaze to them. It took them a moment to recognize that someone was next to them, but as soon as they noticed it was A, they gave a pitiful whimper and all but threw themselves into their warm and solid arms.

“I’m c-cold…”

A breathed a laugh at the silly observation. They pulled C closer and nearly gasped at just how cold their tiny frame was. Their entire body was tense. They were shaking so hard C almost thought they’d break. “Sweetheart, what are you doing out here.. and how long have you been out here..” They asked as they smoothed their hair back from their face. At some point B had found the pair and was working on shrugging off their own winter coat in favor of wrapping it around C.

“D-Don’t.. don’t know.. heard noises.. th-they we’re chasing me.. had to.. h-had to get out..” C said, clinging to the lifeline that was B’s thick coat.

A and B shared a worried glance. C seemed really out of it. Neither A nor B had heard anything during the night. It was possible that C was sicker than either of them originally thought.

“We’re gonna get you home, okay? You’re safe now honey..” A cooed, bending over to pick up the kid. B mounted their horse and A passed C up to them, figuring it would be better to have C ride double with the more skilled rider.

A mounted their own horse and made their way back to camp.

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Once back at camp, C was wrapped in every coat, blanket, and towel A and B could find and then stuck in front of the fire to thaw out. It took a little bit of time, but soon their color started to return to normal and they became more alert.

Something was still off though.

The more warmed up C got, the more unnatural heat bloomed on their cheeks and neck and soon, they were entirely too warm.

“Yep, they’ve definitely got a fever..” B said from where they were gently cupping C’s face. “And a hell of a fever too! No wonder they weren’t hungry last night..”

“You think maybe that’s why they ran off? Fever dreams?” A asked as they added tea leaves into the kettle.

“I think that’s more than likely..” B gathered C into their arms and rubbed their back in slow, soothing circles.

“Well, they’re alright now..” A said softly as they pressed a steaming mug of tea into C’s thin hands. “Can you drink that for me honey? It’ll bring your fever down.. then you can get some sleep…”

C took a tentative sip of the tea and recoiled when the flavor hit their tongue. “Taste like.. dirt??”

“I know, I know.. it’s pretty gross.. but it’s good for you! Figured it was better than a dunk in the river..” A playfully glared at B. “Which someone did to me when I was sick.”

“Hey! You were really burning up! I didn’t know what to do!” B said, laughing and glaring back.

C also laughed softly, comforted by the gentle banter of their parents. They scrunched their face and downed the drink in one go before leaning back into B’s arms as they continued reminiscing with A. They were warm. They were safe. They were loved.

“Well I didn’t know if I was supposed to give you—” B was cut off when they looked down at their side and realized that C was sound asleep against their shoulder, breathing softly and evenly. They smiled and looked up at A who was doing the same.

“Let’s get them to bed..” A murmured gently, pressing a kiss to the top of C’s head, then one on B’s cheek.

Sure, the circumstances sucked. It was cold and wet and uncomfortable, but the important thing was the A’s family was safe and together. That’s all that mattered.

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GOD YES

Today we celebrate Whumpees who, for whatever reason, are forced to stay awake longer than they can physically handle. This includes (but of course is not limited to)

Whumpees self-inflicting their sleep deprivation (overworking themselves, avoiding nightmares…)

Whumper forcing Whumpee to stay awake (drugs, threats, sensory overload…)

Caretaker frantically slapping Whumpee awake because they’re bleeding out and they need to stay with me, Whumpee, come on—

Any situation, really, that forces Whumpee to push their body beyond exhaustion. Is just. Yeah.

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I love mumbly whumpees. Pls give me feverish whumpees incoherently spewing off nonsense word salad style

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soft whump enjoyers rise! you share a lot of my likes and I’m glad to have found you <3

this is such a late response but yes!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!! i love your blog so much and im so excited to shar these interests!!! i have always loved whump and truly i love this community so much!!

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Hello, Bug! I hope you are doing okay :)

Just wanted to ask, is it okay to sent you writing requests? Because I really like your style of writing and wanted to read more of your stories!

- anon with whumperflies

hello anon! yes, you can send me requests! i really cant promise that they'll be done quickly but id love to see them! thank you so much for the kind words too!! i never thought id be able to give someone else whumperflies haha! thank you again and i look foward to seeing whatever you send!! 〔´∇｀〕

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"pathetic" is almost the hottest thing a man can be, second only to "in pain"

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tasty tasty little whump detail: someone gently adjusting an oxygen mask to hospitalised whumpee’s face, while cupping their face, caressing the straps, and stroking their hair. bonus points if whumpee is all sleepy and delirious and caretaker looks at them so so lovingly

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We love it when an injured character winces as they try (unsuccessfully) to sit up. It's a popular trope for a reason.

I would also like to draw your attention to when it hurts to lay down. Yes, they'll definitely be more comfortable lying down than sitting up, or maybe they're so exhausted they could barely stay upright even if they wanted to. But getting there? Maybe they have a friend there to help with an hand behind their back, maybe they have to lean on their arms and try to slowly ease themselves down without pulling or jarring anything too much. Either way though, there are winces and grimaces and sharp intakes of breath, and muscles shaking and tensing and maybe suddenly giving out on them. And at the end, finally sinking into the mattress or makeshift bed, their jaw is still clenched and eyes squeezed shut and breath coming in short gasps and body rigid for several moments afterward as they wait for the pain to fade away.

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i have so many thoughts on the word “drowsy”. GOD i can’t get enough of it. i LOVE the implications of it bc it can be related to so many different scenarios with similar vibes

maybe whumpee has had an extremely exhausting day. i’m talking manual labor— working for hours to get something done and they’re finally home and they are BONE tired. maybe caretaker brings them some food and runs them a hot bath, and once they’re warm and their belly is full they find it physically impossible to stay awake. their head keeps bobbing up and down with threats of nodding off, their eyes have that glassy, drowsy, far away look to them, and they’re barely coherent anymore, just focused on keeping their eyes open, but it’s a losing battle. eventually caretaker sidles up to them and guides their head to lay on the space between caretaker’s chin and shoulder and sleep finally takes them

or maybe whumpee has been in a fight or is severely injured or something of the sort, and they’ve been patched up and pumped full of pain meds and are lying in a hospital bed. caretaker is beside them, gently carding their fingers through their hair with a quiet conversation and the gesture as well as the copious amounts of drugs in whumpee’s system is making their eyelids droop. they feel the pleasant buzz of the pain relief and they finally get to rest after whatever unfortunate circumstance landed them in the hospital in the first place and caretaker notices them losing the battle with sleep because their conversation becomes more of a drowsy mumble and then whumpee’s breathing evens out and they’re out

i just love a sleepy whumpee i wanna hold them and let them get the sleep they deserve (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡

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is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]

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to anyone who sent requests im so sorry that it might take me a bit longer to get to it! stuff in my life suddenly got very hectic and i don’t know when i’ll have time to write soon, so im so sorry about the late prompt fills! but thank you so much for the prompt anyways and i’ll get to them as soon as i can!! thank you for your patience! <33

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another fic?! unheard of. short and sweet ficlet heavily inspired by several posts with this plot !

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A and B are in a relationship, written more to be romantic but can be platonic if you squint. A is a little more stoic and (usually) not as affectionate, while B is more talkative and doting.

setting is modern, in an apartment. A and B live together, mostly a domestic fluff sickfic kinda thing!

whumpee: A

caretaker: B

[gender neutral A and B]

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A stared at their laptop and groaned, running a hand through their tangled hair. They had been trying to focus on work for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. They just couldn’t get their brain to wake up enough to get any actual work done. They felt awful about it.

Actually, they felt awful in general. For one, it was a relatively cold day. The fall was transitioning to winter, so the weather had been a bit dreadful recently. It was cold enough to need to layer and drink warm beverages, but not quite cold enough to justify the money it would cost to turn on the heat.

Obviously the cold was doing them no favors, but everything else could be explained away. Their throat was sore from the dry air. Their head hurt from one too many hours staring at a screen. Their bones ached from having to run to catch the bus that morning. Everything had a reason, and they needed to just brush it off and get to work. The world couldn’t stop turning because they felt off for one day.

A would just have to suck it up. They decided to move themselves and their laptop to the kitchen table, hoping a change in scenery would help clear their foggy mind. They took a seat and placed their hands on the keyboard, with every intention to get right to work. Now they would definitely get some work done. They just had to focus.

The efforts to focus were in vain, because they felt themself space out nearly immediately, staring at the words on the screen as they jumbled and blended together. They let out another soft groan and ran a hand through their hair once again, trying to just get themselves together.

The longer they sat their, staring at the screen, the heavier their eyelids began to feel. Soon, it was nearly impossible to keep them open. They would just rest their eyes for a few moments, just to clear their head and reset. They would get back to work in just a second. They put their head down. Just for a few minutes.

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B unlocked the door and emerged into the apartment gratefully and swiftly. The chill outside is no joke. They had spend the better part of their shift at work shivering and drinking hot cups of tea to warm them from the inside out. Now, they would be able to come home and warm up with their beloved A, who should have gotten home a few hours ago.

When they place their things down, they looked up and saw that they were right. A is home, but.. unusually, they are dozing off at the kitchen table. That was odd. A was never the type of person to just fall asleep like that. In fact, they hated naps. They said it made it harder to sleep at night.

B decided to wake them up, knowing it what they would want anyways.

B approached A’s sleeping form, and a fond grin spread across their face. A’s head was pillowed in their arms and they were snoring softly. The entire scene was so endearing, and B felt their heart ready to burst. Still, A would want to be woken up from something like this.

“Hey honey.. wake up A, you don’t wanna be up all night,” B said softly, smoothing A’s mussed hair back gently.

A groaned and lifted their head, meeting B’s eyes blearily.

“Wh.. when did you get here?” A murmured. They looked positively miserable. They felt it too.

“Just a few minutes ago. You.. alright? You’re not normally this tired..”

A simply scrubbed at their eyes and buried their face in their hands before coming up to answer.

“I’m fine.. just.. just a little worn out from work. A lot of deadlines to meet,” They mumbled, closing their laptop. Despite their claim, they’ve given up trying to work today. It’s too hard to even stay awake, let alone get meaningful progress done. “I’m gonna go take a hot shower. It’s freezing in here.”

B laughed softly in agreement. “I might follow suit, I’ve been shivering my way all through work! I think it’s time we cave and put the heat on.”

B raised an eyebrow at A’s lackluster response, or rather, lack of a response, and stepped a bit closer. Looking at them in this light, B could see how off A really looked. Their eyes were shadowed, more than usual, and they had a bit of a far away look to them. They were pale, save for two rosy splotches on their cheeks. B frowned and pressed their palm to A’s forehead, then their cheek, then their neck. Their frown deepened when they felt the heat radiating off of their skin.

“A.. how long have to had that fever..?” B asked, smoothing back their hair gently.

“…What fever..?” A asked, meeting B’s eyes. This fever was news to A, but it definitely would explain the way they’ve been feeling.

“Honey, you’re burning up.. have you been feeling like this all day?” B cooed, pulling A close to their chest and rubbing their tense shoulders. The poor thing didn’t even know they were sick.

“I.. I don’t know.. I’ve felt weird.. my throat hurts.. I just.. I couldn’t focus on work..” A melted into B’s warm body. Their own gave a big shiver as they turned to press their face against B’s chest. Yes, maybe they really were sick. They didn’t usually feel this.. cuddly.

“Well.. I guess this explains it.. your fever probably made you feel all foggy.. I’m surprised you didn’t catch it sooner! You need to start paying attention to your body more, sweetheart,” B said softly, smiling at A’s clinginess. They weren’t complaining. They ran a hand through A’s sweat-soaked locks and gently rocked them side to side. “How about you go grab a quick shower and I’ll have everything nice and comfy and set up for you when you get out, okay?”

Usually A would protest. Usually A would insist they were fine and that they didn’t need to be doted on. Usually, they would just tough it out and continue with their work. But B was so sweet and warm and inviting, and the offer was too appealing to refuse. They nodded, and reluctantly peeled themselves away from B’s embrace to go through the motions of winding down for bed.

One hot shower and a matching set of dryer-warmed pajamas later, and A was snuggled into B’s side on the couch as they fought with everything they had to keep their eyes open. The heat was now blasting throughout the apartment, easing the chills of both A and B.

B looked down at the fevered head against their shoulder, and they felt their heart clench. A was so peaceful, so content to just be in B’s arms. Even if it was mostly the fever making them like this, B was glad A was so comfortable with them in such a vulnerable state. B held A a little closer, pressing a kiss to the top of their freshly shampooed hair.

A let out a soft sigh and turned their face into the crook of B’s neck. They hummed softly in pure bliss. After a stressful and frustrating day, this was exactly what they needed. They ought to do this more often.

“You’re.. you’re so warm,” A feverishly mumbles, settling closer into B’s arms.

“I’m warm!? Have you felt your own body temperature?! You’re like my personal heating pad!” B exclaims with a laugh. They peppered playful kisses all over A’s warm face, and A just scrunches their nose and lets out a breathy laugh.

After a few more minutes of idly watching some drama on the TV, A’s weight on B becomes heavier, and B hears their breathing even out. Finally asleep.

B smiled down at them, and adjusted the blankets so they cover the entirety of A’s curled up body.

A really was awful at knowing what their body needed, but at least they had B. B always knew somehow, and A couldn’t be more grateful.

A let the worries of the world fall away as they sunk into B’s living arms, comfortable at last.

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love love love a caretaker walking in on a miserably out of it whumpee

Thinking once again about a stoic, high up and in charge person who gets sick. At first it’s just the sniffles, maybe a sore throat, but two days in it turns into something more- fever, body aches, headache, chills, and that terrible all around shitty feeling that accompanies a flu or bad virus. They’re in their office sitting in their chair, staring off into space, not even noticing their coworker/friend come in.

“You okay?”

And the person turns around in their chair and looks so hazily at the other, then gives a full body shiver.

“I think I’m coming down with something.”

And their coworker/friend frowns and feels their forehead before letting out a low whistle.

“You’re beyond that. You should be in bed. Let me go talk to whoever’s in charge”. (could be a chief, manager, supervisor etc).

And for once, the person just nods, obviously too ill to keep up a front anymore.

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slightly hyper-specific trope but i totally adore sedative whump with a distressed whumpee. like. okay listen.

whumpee is in a super high stress situation, but they need to be subdued for whatever reason. personally, my mind goes to a whumpee being arrested or taken by the authorities while freaking out for whatever reasons, and they can’t get whumpee to calm down and stop thrashing against the restraints. cue whumpee being stuck with a needle filled with some kind of sedative or relaxant. whumpee’s panicked screams and gasps and struggling slowly start to lessen as they realize how heavy their eyelids are and how fuzzy their head feels. they blink more frequently, trying to clear their hazy vision. their speech becomes more slurred and garbled, and they aren’t even sure if they’re getting the words out. they’re still fighting against whoever is holding them down, but they are so uncoordinated that they can hardly do anything as hands guide them to wherever they needed to go in the first place. after a few more moments, their head begins lolling to the side and their eyes become impossible to keep open as they lose the fight against sleep that their body is pulling them under.

ugh! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) just something about a whumpee unable to fight against their own body’s call for unconsciousness makes me insane and i love it so much.

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whenever i see a post with this trope/scenario, i go absolutely insane

Character B comes home from an errand/trip and finds A asleep in a totally weird or random place. B sets down their things and comes over, stroking A’s cheek to gently wake them up ((don’t want them to be awake all night))

Come to find A is burning up. They blink open fever glazed eyes, confusedly focusing on the figure in front of them.

“B..?”

“Hey buddy. You fell asleep. How long have you had that fever?”

“… what fever?”

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i’m partial to the hand on cheek because: sleepy whumpee leans into it and it leads to a sweet face cradle

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(T⌓T) this is too good by HEART

two cowboys forced reluctantly on a journey across the country together, slowly bonding. But one cowboy (the more naive, younger) gets injured, and the wound becomes infected. Other cowboy uses their scarce money to book a room at an inn - though he can only afford one bed - so younger cowboy can get real rest and recover from the infection. But he's only getting sicker - raging fever, shivering and sweating and borderline delirious. Older cowboy can't sleep with all the teeth chattering (or so he tells himself) and ends up holding the younger cowboy all night to ward off the chills and fever dreams. After so long on the frontier he'd become jaded and hardened, but this younger man has worn down a soft spot on his heart.