#ATEEZ Whump

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: Whump {Ateez x Gn!Reader}

Scenarios: Whump; how they would take care of you and react to you taking care of them.

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader; Choi San x Reader & Song Mingi x Reader (All Gn!Readers)

Requested By Two Different Anons (during Milestone Event)

Warnings: Mentions of illness/sickness, injuries, general whump stuff.

A/N: Thank you to everyone for waiting patiently for me to get back into finishing the requests I got for the milestone event. <3 If anyone wants the other 4 members for this let me know!

Words: ~1.2k

Kim Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong is sick or hurt, he doesn't tell you how bad it is so you don't worry.

But you find out anyways (usually after interrogating Seonghwa)

Hongjoong likes to take care of you, and doesn't want you to worry too much over him.

But you don't listen to him.

When he hurt his knee during dance practice, though it wasn't serious, you still offered to help him.

You got him things around the dorm.

Reminded him to take his pain killers, massaged him, ran him a hot bath, etc.

Though he felt bad about you taking the time to help him, he really did adore the way you took care of him.

He always returns the favor in kind, when you get sick or hurt.

Though you tend to take care of him with gentle softness, he is a bit more forceful (in a loving way).

"Don't you dare try and get that yourself."

"If I come back and you aren't still in bed you wont get any food."

"Take your medicine or I am leaving."

It's never really mean, and always has a tinge of humor to it, and you know it's cause he hates that you are hurt/sick.

The worst thing he can imagine is you being hurt, so he tries his best to make you better faster, or to distract you so you aren't suffering.

He is also very very sweet when you are sick or hurt.

Cuddles just for you, gentle massages or fingers through your hair.

Bubble baths, kisses, etc. Anything he knows would made you feel better.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho adores how you hover over him when he is sick or hurt.

He watches you with an adoring smile as you carefully read the directions and warnings of his medication and barely listens as you explain it to him.

He is so distracted by how cute he thinks you are that he forgets he is sick or hurt in the first place.

TOTALLY uses it against you.

"What do you mean you're leaving? " I just need to go get some things from the store." "What am I supposed to do then?" "I'll only be twenty minutes you'll be fine."

Hits you with the 🥺🥺🥺 and you can't help but give in.

Takes full advantage of having you around, cuddles that he refuses to end, hot baths he insists you have to share with him.

Everything you do for him when he is hurt/sick will be returned in kind.

You get a cold?

He buys every medicine he can find, twenty types of tea, cute stuffed animals, soups, etc..

He is checking your temperature, brining you cold rags to wipe your head. And the whole time he has a pout on his face.

Because he can't stand you being upset or sick.

Wishes he could trade places with you.

Doesn't care of he gets sick from cuddling with you.

"Then we will be sick together."

If you are hurt, ooohh booyyyy, pout x100.

Doesn't let you do anything.

You could hurt your wrist and he won't let you walk around.

"It could get worse!" "My wrist?" "Yes!"

You both hate when the other is suffering, but love the domesticity of taking care of one another.

Choi San:

Similar to Yunho, San loves how much you care for him when he is sick or injured.

Acts like a baby if you aren't giving him enough attention.

Steals kisses anytime you are close.

"You're gonna get me sick!""

"Then it will be my turn to take care of you."

If you are gone for too long he will text you with dramatic ass texts.

"I think I'm dying." "Why?" "My chest hurts." "WHAT?" "Because you aren't here." "Boy I swear to GOD."

Sweet smile the whole time you are taking care of him, even if he is miserable he feels like he is in heaven.

Changes your contact name to Cute Nurse. Does not change it back once he get's better.

When he finds out he did end up getting you sick, he actually feels really bad. But does as he says, and takes care of you this time.

Changes his name in your phone to Doctor Sexy, does not want you to change it back.

If either of you are hurt from an injury, taking care of each other becomes routine.

San will drag out his injury, pretending it's worse than it is just so you stay.

And as an excuse to get more shared baths out of you.

You of course see right through him.

However, if you are injured, he is so afraid to hurt you he barely comes near you.

"San, it's fine I promise." "But what if I hurt you?" "Then be gentle. I promise cuddling with me will not make my concussion worse."

Super delicate and caring with you when you are hurt.

Will fight the other's if they try to mess with you.

Makes you promise not to get hurt again.

Song Mingi:

Mingi says he doesn't want you wasting your time looking after him.

But you know he secretly loves you being around more often when he is sick/hurt.

You can tell by the soft smile on his face as he is watching you fuss after him.

Showers you with compliments because he adores you.

"You're so cute." "You'd make a great nurse/doctor." "But I don't want you taking care of anyone else." "Maybe I should by you a uniform"

Tries not to abuse the power he as over you when he is hurt/sick, but does use it as an excuse to make you stay with him.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night and need help?" "Then I guess I'll have to stay." "I guess you will."

You are really good at consoling him when he is injured and misses out on some band activities.

You distract him with games, and keep him occupied. And he loves you so much for it.

Such a baby when it comes to you being hurt or sick.

Pouting constantly, wants to wrap you up and keep you safe from the world. Because how DARE you get hurt.

Many, many, gentle kisses to make you (and himself) feel better.

When you are sick he is not sure what to do or how to take care of you, but bless him he is trying his best.

"Here's your medicine." "Why is it so hot?" "I thought you were supposed to warm it up?" "Its cough medicine not tea."

But when you accidentally roll your ankle when on a jog, he knows exactly how to take care of you.

Is a bit over the top about it though.

And by that I mean he will carry you literally everywhere.

Need to go get water? He wont bring it to you, but he will carry you bridal style to the fridge so you can get it yourself.

He thinks it funny. You think it's ridiculous, but in a very cute way.

xx End xx

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⌛🐣Day 20: "I can handle it."

Scrape/Panic-Attack/Neglected

@juneofdoom

Day 19: "This can't be happening."

Summary: It’s October 2020 and Mingi is not doing well.

CW: hospital

Whumpee: Mingi

Caretaker: Yunho  

They were having a good time. A really, really good time. It had been so long since it had just been them, just Yunho and Mingi.

It might have been pre-debut if Mingi thought about it. Even as they were starting to establish themselves in the industry slowly, though very much slowed down by the global pandemic, all ATEEZ members were living out of each other's pockets. Even with having his own room to himself, Mingi did not really have the chance much to spend time one on one with his best friend.

But now? 

Hongjoong and Seonghwa were out for dinner, as the two oldest always did at least once a month to “escape the children” as they called it. Yeosang and Wooyoung went to visit TXT’s dorm to spend time with their friends. Jongho had invited San along to go out with his parents. 

So yeah, Mingi and Yunho had the dorm to themselves, piles of food on the TV table in front of them and watching an episode of one of the animes they had discovered during being locked up at home. 

By all means, Mingi was supposed to be happy.

Yet, there was a tight knot in his chest, leaving him feeling off and slightly breathless. He wasn’t sure if Yunho had noticed. While his best friend could be very observant he also managed to totally lose himself in TV shows if given the opportunity. 

MIngi squirmed, adjusting the blanket over his legs again. It felt weird. Too light but too suffocating at the same time. 

It was scary, a bit.

He just didn't feel good and Mingi couldn't put a finger on why he was so … off.

All he knew was that he didn't like how he was feeling at all. Was the breathlessness getting worse?

Something definitely was wrong. Wrong with him. Why was he so antsy, so worried? Nothing was wrong. Mingi was actually having the perfect ending to a nice day. So was Yunho.

Yunho deserved to relax.

Yeah, he couldn’t let Yunho know how he was feeling. 

What if…?

What if Yunho hated him?

Here they were, just the two of them, and Mingi wasn’t feeling safe? But instead scared?

Was he scared of Yunho? 

Not really.

Scared that Yunho would hate him if he realized that MIngi wasn’t feeling safe with him?

Totally.

What if Yunho hated him even outside of that?

MIngi tried to tell himself that Yunho did not hate him. Of course he didn’t. Yunho was his best friend. Had been for years. Yunho had run to a different school to eat lunch with Mingi every day for years. Yunho who knew all of Mingi’s secrets and had let Mingi in on his own. But what if Yunho didn’t actually trust him?

“I, uh, I …”, Mingi stuttered out before he could stop himself. He threw the blanket off of himself and stood.

“Are you okay?”, Yunho asked, his attention snapping up to him. He looked worried.

Surely that was just a trick? A lie?

It probably was.

Maybe Yunho’s worry when Mingi had fallen earlier during their last practice for The Black Cat Nero - which was going to be soon filmed as a Halloween special - had also been a lie.

Was Mingi even good enough to be in an idol group?

It was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over his head. Where had that thought come from? Suddenly everything hit him at once.

The fear.

The trouble breathing.

The overwhelming feeling of doom.

Was he shaking? 

He flinched as a hand touched his shoulder. Yunho was kneeling in front of him suddenly. When had Mingi fallen to the ground? 

“...gi-yah? Mingi-yah?” Yunho’s voice seemed so far away. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Mingi nodded frantically. 

He wasn’t okay. 

But Yunho had been having such a nice day. Mingi couldn’t be the reason that day turned sour.

“I’m okay. I can handle it”, he whispered. 

“Mingi? Handle what? What is going on?”, Yunho asked, sounding so worried. “Talk to me.”

Mingi shook his head and clutched at his chest. It hurt. He was so scared. He didn’t think he had ever been so scared in his life.

But he didn’t want to be a burden.

His thoughts were flying apart. 

He couldn’t remember much except for the fear and the crying. He thought that Hongjoong-hyung was there but that couldn’t be, could it? Wasn’t he with Seonghwa?

MIngi blinked open his eyes and found himself in a dark room. There were some beeping sounds and some lights. He couldn’t place it. Where was he?

Another wave of fear crashed over him but before it could get worse, a tired voice asked: “Mingi-yah? You awake?”

“Yeah”, Mingi rasped out, his voice barely there. He cleared his throat and repeated: “Yeah.”

A light-switch was turned and Mingi recognized where he was. Well, not really but he immediately knew he was in a hospital room. He didn’t quite remember how he had come to be there.

“Yunho?”, he asked quietly and lifted his eyes to look at his best friend, who was slumped in a chair next to the bed, holding Mingi’s hand and looked very, very tired. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember, princess?”, his best friend asked worriedly. Yunho really looked like shit up close. Pale, frazzled and half-asleep.

Mingi shook his head. “I only remember … I was scared? Why was I scared? Did something happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me”, Yunho said and stood up. For a second Mingi feared he would leave but then he sat down on the bed beside Mingi. “We were watching TV when you … I had to call an ambulance because you didn’t breathe right, were hyperventilating, and then passed out. Don’t do that to me again. I don’t think I ever want to tell Hongjoong-hyung a member is in hospital again, he was so scared. I was so scared.”

“I … oh.” That was all Mingi managed to say. His memory was kinda hazy. “Did the doctors say why I … well?”

Yunho ran his hand through his hair, as he always did when nervous.

Was something seriously wrong with Mingi? Something Yunho didn’t want to tell him?

“They said you had a panic attack”, Yunho finally said.

“A … what?”

“A panic attack. Anxiety attack. Whatever you want to call it. It’s basically a short amount of time where your mind experiences insane levels of fear and the body goes into overdrive, making you have physical reactions to the fear”, Yunho explained, kind of like reading out of a medical book. Maybe he was. Yunho was known for looking up everything he didn’t know. Especially if it concerned Mingi.

“But … what was I so scared of?” Mingi chewed on his lower lip. He really didn’t know. Why had he been so afraid? He’d just been with Yunho. 

Shit. Yunho. Why was he here? Didn’t he hate Mingi now, knowing that his presence wasn’t enough to keep Mingi from panicking?

“Yunho? Do you … do you hate me now?” The questions burst out of him before Yunho even had the chance to answer his previous one. The dancer seemed so startled that he nearly fell off the bed.

“Me? Hate you? Why would you think that, baby?”, Yunho asked, his eyes wide and frightened, “Did I do something to make you think that? I’m sorry. I promise, I was so worried about you. So worried.”

Oh. Yunho was worried. He didn’t hate Mingi. At least he said so. It was enough for Mingi now, to believe him. Yunho wouldn’t ever lie to him.

“Mingi? Why would you think I’d hate you? You’re my best friend”, Yunho repeated quietly, after Mingi started to fiddle with his blanket instead of answering him.

“I had a panic attack”, Mingi started, then faltered.

“Yeah”, Yunho agreed, “what does that have to do with anything?”

“I had a panic attack while I was with you. I was just with you, my best friend. Why would I have a panic attack when I was just hanging out with my best friend? There was nothing that triggered it. We were having fun. Do you really not hate me? I don’t hate you, I promise”, Mingi choked out.

Yunho immediately shook his head: “Of course I know you don’t hate me, Mingi. I don’t think you are even capable of hating anybody. Don’t go thinking that. Really, I was so worried for you. I love you. So do the others. So does Atiny. Having a panic attack doesn’t have to be triggered by anything, you know. It can just happen.”

There was silence for a while as Mingi tried to process all the events. Finally it was Yunho who spoke up again. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Huh?”

“You said you felt scared. You couldn’t breathe. Why did you say you could handle it?”, Yunho asked. He seemed to be trying very hard to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Oh no. Mingi hadn’t wanted to hurt him.

“I … I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t enjoying our time together. Lately everything has been so stressful. I’ve been on edge so much, we all have. With the pandemic but in general … everything had felt so awful. We were having a nice evening. Just us. I didn’t want to worry you. I wanted you to enjoy it. I really thought I could handle it”, he whispered.

“You don’t have to handle it though. We’re all here for you, we want to help. I am your best friend, Mingi. Don’t close yourself off.” Yunho sounded really scared again. Mingi couldn’t fault him; he’d feel the same way if the roles were reversed. “I want to help if it happens again. Do you trust me?”

Mingi nodded. Yeah, he trusted Yunho more than anybody. Yunho would never do anything to hurt MIngi and he always wanted the best for him. He was kind of ashamed he had doubted that.

Then Yunho’s words struck him.

“Oh”, Mingi said quietly. “Is it going to happen again?”

“I hope not. But I don’t know.” There definitely was helplessness in the older’s voice.

With a sigh, Mingi leaned forward to let himself fall into Yunho’s warm embrace. They both needed that hug.

He was safe.

Yunho loved him.

He was okay.

He would be okay as long as he had his members.

Mingi just hoped he’d never have to experience anything so terrifying ever again.

Day 21: "Let's play a game"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

Notes: We obviously know it’s not the last of it… sorry…

[cuddlepilefics]

Like a record, baby - whumperless whump event day 3

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Yeosang

Caregivers: mainly Yunho

Prompts: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

@whumperless-whump-event

No one’s POV.:

When Yeosang woke up the to the darkness of his room, he felt like he had been hit by a train. He was hot, skin prickling with sweat. His breath came fast and scratchy, making his throat itch and ache. Groaning, Yeosang rubbed his face and tried to lift his head off the pillow, only to be hit with an intense dizzy spell. He weakly dropped his pounding head back on the pillow and took a shaky breath. Water, he needed water.

Taking a few minutes of steady breathing, Yeosang tried to prepare himself for getting up but he still felt so incredibly weak when he finally managed to sit up. He sat slumped on the edge of his bed, miserably resting his head in his hands. The kitchen was so far away that getting himself a drink seemed impossible but Yeosang would at least try. He didn’t even notice how he swayed, gripping the edge of his nightstand to push himself up. Yeosang panted as he struggled to stay on his feet despite his legs feeling like jelly and his head swimming. With ringing ears, he collapsed back onto his bed and pressed the balls of his hands to his eyes.

Yeosang had to hold back tears when he realized he wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. With how dry his throat was, he doubted he’d be able to call out to his dorm mate loudly enough to wake him. No, Yunho wouldn’t wake up if he tried to yell for his help. Yeosang fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, his hands trembling so much, he barely managed to type his message. The older wouldn’t be getting up for another couple of hours but that was still better than fainting in the hallway if he tried to get out of bed himself.

Yunho yawned, grumpily feeling around for his phone to turn off his alarm. When he blearily checked the time, he found a message from Yeosang. Wow, it had been sent three hours ago. What was his dongsaeng doing up in the middle of the night? Water? Why couldn’t Yeosang get water for himself? Scratching the back of his head, Yunho shuffled to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before going to check on the younger.

The air in Yeosang’s room was stuffy and Yunho switched on the reading lamp as he took a seat on the edge of his dongsaeng’s bed. “Sang?”, he asked softly, rubbing Yeosang’s arm to rouse him, “I’m sorry, I saw your message just now. Is everything alright?” Everything was not alright and Yeosang didn’t feel the slightest bit better when he was woken up for the second time. The only change were the goosebumps on his arms and the droplets of sweat on his forehead. His vision was foggy when he looked up at Yunho and mumbled: “Don’t feel so good, hyung. Is the room spinning or is it just me?” Gently pressing the backs of his fingers against Yeosang’s forehead, Yunho hummed: “You’re a little warm. Is that why you texted me last night?” – “I was thirsty but couldn’t get up”, Yeosang yawned, closing his eyes again.

“Don’t fall asleep on me”, Yunho chuckled when Yeosang remained quiet after that, “I got you some water but if you can give me some more details on how you’re feeling, I might be able to help.” The boy’s arms shook as he tried to prop himself up, rasping: “Jus’ need some water.” – “You look like you need a whole lot more than just water”, Yunho sighed as he slipped his arm around his dongsaeng’s shoulders to sit him up. With the other’s help, Yeosang was able to drink a few sips of water before having to lay back down. Reaching for his phone, Yunho smiled: “I’ll let hyungs know what’s going on, yeah? There’s no point in dragging you out today.” – “Could you – could you help me to the bathroom first?”, the younger asked hesitantly, “I-I kinda need to go but….”

After helping Yeosang out of bed, Yunho was shocked by how hard the younger was struggling to stand. “I feel like jelly”, Yeosang whimpered, clinging to his hyung’s arm. He was already panting from the strain and they had barely made it out into the hallway. When Yunho scooped him up without any warning, Yeosang’s head was sent spinning again and his heart raced with panic as he tightened his grip on the older. Yunho muttered a quick apology, carrying his dongsaeng to the bathroom. He carefully set Yeosang down and helped him sit on the closed toilet lid, humming: “I’ll be right outside. Will you be able to take it from here without hurting yourself?” Flushing bright red, Yeosang gave a tiny nod and waited for the door to close behind his hyung.

Hongjoong stopped by Yunho and Yeosang’s dorm not long after Yunho had called him. In the meantime, Yeosang had insisted on at least trying to get himself ready if his fever wasn’t too high, so he sat slumped on the closed toilet lid and waited for Yunho to take his temperature. Standing in front of his dongsaeng, Yunho let the younger rest his head against his tummy and carefully inserted the in-ear thermometer. He gently carded his fingers through Yeosang’s hair while they waited for the beep. Seeing the numbers, Yunho bit his lip. Yeosang’s temperature was barely elevated, which would make it hard to convince him to stay home to rest, no matter how miserable he seemed. Luckily, nobody could win when Hongjoong played the leader card.

“I don’t care about your temperature as much as you think I do”, Hongjoong denied when Yeosang tried to argue that he had no fever, “If you can’t stand by yourself, you’re most definitely in no shape to work.” Noticing how his dongsaeng’s eyes started to water, the leader added: “Seonghwa-hyung and Wooyoung-ah will come by to check on you soon too. If need be, we’ll take turns staying with you.” – “Hyung, I’m not even really sick”, Yeosang whispered, a single tear trailing down his cheek. Seeing how much effort it took for the younger to sit up, Hongjoong let him lean against his chest and sighed: “Fever is not the only way to determine if someone is sick. You’re not feeling well, that much is obvious, and your vertigo is enough to render you unable to work today. If you’re lucky, you might be able to bounce back after a day or two of rest. Just try to get some sleep today and we can discuss how we’ll go about tomorrow when I get off work tonight, yeah?” Yeosang gave a defeated nod, mainly because his energy was fading fast and he was quite certain he’d fall off his seat the second Hongjoong stepped away.

Yunho had carried Yeosang back to his room and helped him sip some more water before he lay back down. “I have a dance session with Wooyoung-ah now, so I don’t think you’ll see him until later today but Seonghwa-hyung texted that he’d be over soon to keep you company until his vocal lesson later”, Yunho smiled and the younger was grateful for the phrasing. He knew that the eldest would stay back to take care of him because they didn’t trust him to be able to handle himself but Yunho at least left him the dignity of not saying it out loud.

It didn’t take long for Yeosang to accept that having his hyung stay with him was for the best. His headache had gotten progressively worse and he really wanted to take something for the pain but couldn’t even get up to grab some medicine. Seonghwa not only brought him medicine, he had also cooked some jook, so Yeosang wouldn’t have to take the pills on an empty stomach. They had stacked Yeosang’s pillows, so he’d be propped up without the risk of falling over but Seonghwa sat next to him anyway, one arm securely wrapped around the younger’s shoulders. In his other hand, Seonghwa held the bowl of jook, making it easier for Yeosang to just focus on eating.

“Good thing you’re taking medicine now”, Seonghwa frowned, his palm flat across Yeosang’s forehead, “That’s a proper fever now. Do you want me to get the thermometer?” Yeosang tiredly shook his head and sniffled: “Doesn’t make a difference if I know the numbers. I feel like my temperature’s up and I guess I gotta thank Hongjoong-hyung for making me stay back. Everything aches.” Seonghwa handed him the pills and steadied his wrist, so he wouldn’t spill the water on himself. “You look exhausted”, Seonghwa whispered, lightly stroking his dongsaeng’s hair, “Try to sleep a little? Can’t promise you I’ll still be here once you wake up but Wooyoung-ah will trade with me later. You won’t wake up alone, someone will be here to keep you company, so don’t worry.” With that promise, Yeosang drifted off in a matter of minutes.

Like Seonghwa had predicted, he had to leave for his vocal lesson while Yeosang was still asleep but as chaotic as Wooyoung was at times, the eldest knew he could leave Yeosang in his best friend’s care without any concerns. Wooyoung knew how uncomfortable Yeosang tended to be when it came to drawing attention to himself due to being sick, so he was glad that his schedules could be shifted, so he could be the one to stay with the older. Yeosang too was grateful for that because he could trust his dongsaeng to be there without judgement or teasing. When he woke up from his feverish nap, Wooyoung sat quietly at the foot of his bed, playing games on his phone. “Hey Woo”, Yeosang rasped, catching the other’s attention, “How long have you been here?”- “Half an hour, maybe”, Wooyoung smiled as he put down his phone. Reaching over to feel his hyung’s forehead, he hummed: “How’re you feeling? Did the nap help any?” – “Not really”, Yeosang yawned with a soft pout, “Still feel like I’ve been hit by a train, everything’s spinning and it’s making my tummy feel funny.” Wooyoung studied his friend’s pale complexion in the dim light and frowned: “Do you feel like you need to be sick? I could get a bucket, just in case.” Lightly shaking his head, the older whispered: “I’ll be okay. Could we cuddle though?”

Wooyoung got up and picked up the water bottle from the nightstand, deciding: “Of course, we can cuddle but ease have some water first.” The other grimaced. Sitting up so that he could have a drink sounded like far too much work. On the other hand, he really wanted cuddles. When Wooyoung noticed how much Yeosang’s arms shook from the strain of propping himself up, he helped him sit and steadied his hand. “Good job”, he praised, getting into bed next to Yeosang once the older laid back down, “Get comfy, hm? Maybe you could take another nap.” – “I don’t think I could sleep”, Yeosang muttered as he closed his eyes, nuzzling I to Wooyoung’s chest, “Just tell me something.”

That was how Wooyoung ended up recounting funny memories they had made together with Yeosang slowly drifting off in his arms.

[simply-whump]

No whump here. Today is just a great day to be an Atiny.

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writhing in pain and then bring dragged along the floor, being manhandled by dozens of hands while he can’t escape… INCREDIBLE

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you?

So I'm in desperate need of help.

I had a really detailed Sickfic dream about San, from Ateez. But since I don't write for them (at least not yet), I wanted to make a request.

But I don't know who I should send an ask to, because there a lot of good writers out there.

So, my dearest writers, you're free to message me about it (not as an ask) and I'll send you the request very detailed!

💜

[oh-my-whumperflies]

hi !

i'm chrisi, or chris, or riri, or whatever you'd like to call me honestly. i'm a minor atm! (2007) i've been a silent lurker in whump blogs since january 2021 but i finally decided to actively take part in the community this year! (just in time for whumptober hehe)

i plan on mostly writing and throwing prompts/scenarios here and there but i am working on a list or two so watch out for those if you'd like (a 2021 kdrama and an older donghua). i might post a few gifs if i manage to edit them in time too!

likes ; music, reading/writing, coffee, < cats 3 dislikes ; loud noises, seafood, sleeping

tw ; none! no srsly i don't mind anything. just don't be creepy and we're good <3

fandoms ; anime (listing all of them will take a while), k/j/c/t-dramas, mo dao zu shi !!! , percy jackson (heroes of olympus and trials of apollo included), harry potter, webtoons/webnovels, marvel, dc, genshin, honkai sr

whump preferences ; no-whumper-whump (exhaustion, sleep-deprivation, sick-fics, etc), defiant whumpees, HAPPY ENDINGS PLEASE

and uh yeah, that's about it! i hope you guys have fun <3

[guys-in-distress-database]

NO FUCKING WAY THEY DROP A VIDEO WITH BONDAGE A MONTH AFTER THE ALBUM COMES OUT.

Ateez’s next comeback looks promising for bondage 👀👀👀

[sickonthedancefloor]

Guess who sprained their ankle the day before the ateez concert last week

(It was me, it still hurts)

Why write the whump when you can become the whump?

[desmondmlles]

In honor of "Drugged" winning @whumpdoyoumean's Whump March Madness bracket, here are my favorite fanfics using the trope!

The Antonym of Philtre | Nightwing & Batfamily Non-consensual drug use; attempted rape

Seabirds | Red Hood & Batfamily Non-consensual drug use; kidnapping

^^ Honestly everything in the "We Can't Stop Here, This is Bat Country" series is fantastic drugging whump

Frozen | FFXV Non-consensual drug use; magical side effects

Reuniting | Macgyver 2016 Aftermath of torture, kidnapping, and drugging; missing scene

(i’ll be with you) till the end of this day | Ateez Kidnapping; non-consensual drug use; attempted brainwashing

and all you can do is watch | FFXV unexpected medication side effects; magical side effects ^^ this is self promotion

Feel free to add your favorites!!

[stayteezdreams]

Taking care of each other when you are sick (Seonghwa)

Request: Headcanons for taking care of Seonghwa when he is sick + Seonghwa taking care of you when you are sick

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @hwatermelons

Warnings: Whump stuff. Mild mentions of fever, being sick (physically), medicine, etc.

When Seonghwa is sick:

Seonghwa tries not to be a burden, but not so secretly likes being taken care of.

The way you coddle him makes him feel loved.

Plus, tea and soup tastes better when it is made with love, especially yours.

He doesn't like the medicine though and pouts any time you bring it to him.

You have to bargain with him half the time to get him to take any at all.

Which usually ends up with you staying up for hours to build lego sets or watching Star Wars with him.

You will often stay with him, watching shows, listening to music or talking because you don't want him to be alone for too long.

When he is tired you will play with his hair until he falls asleep peacefully.

When you are constantly checking for a fever or asking if he has any aches or pains, he will giggle at your worrisome behavior.

"You'd make a good nurse." which then leads to "Thank you Nurse" whenever you bring him something or do anything for him.

You bring a cool wet rag to lay on his forehead and he genly grabs your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

Just a simple way of showing how he is grateful to you.

When he starts to feel better, part of him is sad because then you wont be around as much as you have been.

When he tells you this, you just giggle and kiss his cheek, telling him that even if you wont be around quite as much can't get rid of you entirely

"Good"

When he finally feels well enough to walk around the dorm, the others are happy "Look whose on his feet!"

"Only because I had a good nurse" he's comment while smiling over at you.

When You are sick:

Activate Mama Hwa caregiver mode.

Constant attention and love.

He makes you tea constantly, and brings you various soups and foods to help you.

He hates seeing you miserable and will try his best to entertain you and keep you happy.

Seonghwa will also bring you gifts. Movies to watch, books to read, a squishy plushie for you to cuddle with since you refuse to cuddle with him for fear of getting him sick.

And flowers to brighten your mood since you are stuck in your bed.

He will often check your fever and you tease him "Who's the nurse now?"

He will just smile and gently caress your face "I am" giving in.

Because now he knows exactly how you felt when he was sick.

If you get physically ill he will wipe your brow and neck with a wet towel, and if you have longer hair, he will hold it out of your face.

While rubbing your back gently and talking to you softly, telling you you will be okay.

He will run you baths and sit with you, washing or combing your hair and massaging your shoulders.

You feel like he is doing too much, or more that you are taking advantage of his kindness but he shoots that down.

"I want to take care of you. You take care of me even when I'm not sick. This is just a way I can repay you and show you how much I love you."

If he finds you wandering around the house on your own he get's anxious and hovers, afraid you might fall or something.

"I just wanted a water." "You should have texted me to come get it" "You were in the shower!"

When you are falling asleep, he will lay as close to you as you will allow him as he hums songs and gently plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

Then he will sneak a kiss to your cheek or forehead.

When you feel better, and you finally get your appetite back he get's so happy and makes you breakfast in bed to make sure you catch up on the calories you missed when you got sick.

It's a bit overwhelming though because he made you SO MUCH food.

Like, every dish he could think of that he knew how to make (because he wasn't sure what you'd want to the most, so he wanted you to have options)

"This is too much Hwa" "Is it?" "You should probably take some to the boys"

xx

Ateez General Taglist: @soso59love-blog

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛👑Day 24: "Let's get you cleaned up."

Blankets/Stitches/Bandages

@juneofdoom

Day 23: "You're doing great"

Summary: Yeosang arrives at Seonghwa’s dorm bleeding.

CW: minor injuries, minor blood

Whumpee: Yeosang Caretaker: Seonghwa

Whatever Seonghwa had expected to see when he opened the door to the dorm he shared with San and Mingi, it wasn't this. He had been having a lovely afternoon, actually. San was out with Wooyoung, and Mingi and Yunho were gaming in the Yunho/Yeosang dorm. After he had finished a thorough cleaning of their dorm Seonghwa had curled up under a cozy blanket with a cup of tea. Reading the book a manager-noona had recommended to him was a lovely distraction from their normally rather hectic days. The steady rainfall had been a comforting background sound.

Now, however, Seonghwa had been pulled from serenity by the doorbell ringing. To make it worse, in the hallway stood a completely drenched Yeosang, dripping water everywhere. A small puddle had already formed where he stood. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead and his clothing was soaked with rainwater. In one hand he held his skateboard and he looked downright miserable.

Seonghwa could only stare at the mess his dongsaeng was, mouth gaping open.

"Hyung? Can I come in?", Yeosang asked, teeth chattering loudly behind bluish lips.

"Yes, sure, sure", Seonghwa said, regaining his posture and ushering Yeosang in. The younger man smiled thankfully at him and closed the door behind himself. They faced each other, a bit lost.

Seonghwa was kind of surprised to see his dongsaeng in this state. The younger was normally not that much of a comfort seeker, if anything he rather hid if he was sick or injured. He shuddered as he remembered the concert and the dislocated finger years ago. Something must have happened for Yeosang to decide to come to Seonghwa instead of being his usual self sufficient persona.

"What happened to you, Sang-ah?" Seonghwa asked, though he could imagine. The skateboard was kind of incriminating. 

"Oh uh, long story. I promise I’ll tell you. Can I borrow some dry clothes before?", Yeosang mumbled, running his hand through wet hair, grimacing. He really looked like a drowned puppy. Already another puddle was forming in the hall. Seonghwa would have to clean again, later. He didn’t mind, of course.

"Oh, yeah, that’s probably for the better. Why don't you go to the bathroom before you drip everywhere? I'll find something for you to wear", Seonghwa agreed and bustled off to find some fitting and warm clothes for his dongsaeng. Surely San had something that would fit the small dancer.

A few minutes later Seonghwa knocked on the closed bathroom door and slipped inside after hearing a confirming: "Come in."

Yeosang had taken off his clothes, only clad in his boxers now, and flushed red with embarrassment. He was visibly shivering from the cold now but he seemingly preferred that to sticky wet clothes. Yeosang had never liked being wet, after all. Seonghwa spotted blood flowing down his scraped open knees now that the jeans were off. That explained something.

"Oh, honey", Seonghwa whispered and gently placed a hand against Yeosang's pale and frankly freezing arm. Yeosang shuddered at the warmth. "Take a hot shower, why don't you? I'll make some tea and when you're warmed up a bit I'll look at your knees."

"You and your teas, hyung”, Yesoang said teasingly, then added a sincere: “Thank you." His smile was tight and kind of sad.

Fifteen minutes later Yeosang emerged from the steaming bathroom, wearing an assortment of San’s clothes - well, only a hoodie and shorts. He was carrying the sweatpants in one hand, knees hastily wrapped with toilet paper that already was colored red. Now that his body was warmer the blood apparently wanted to flow faster.

“Sang-ah”, Seonghwa sighed at the pitiful sight the younger made, pouting slightly. Yeosang just shrugged.

Seonghwa beckoned him over to the couch, where he wrapped Yeosang's still slightly shivering form in blankets, careful not to smear them with blood. He had already gathered the first-aid-kit, hoping it was enough. It was laying on the table next to a cup of rapidly cooling herbal tea that Seonghwa pushed into Yeosang’s shaky hands, stabilizing the cup until he was sure that Yeosang would not drop it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo. I really hope you don’t need stitches”, Seonghwa said, rifling through the amount of bandages and plasters he found. “Are you in a lot of pain?”

“It’s not that bad”, Yeosang said sincerely, though still with a sad tinge to his voice, “I’m more annoyed and embarrassed than anything.”

"Do you want to tell me what happened?", Seonghwa asked as he peeled off the toilet paper from Yeosang's scraped knees. Then he lifted Yeosang’s legs into his lap, studying the wounds. While bleeding a lot and being very wide, they were not too deep. No need for a hospital, though Yeosang would surely be uncomfortable walking for some time. 

"I spend too much time with Hongjoong-hyung, it seems. His clumsiness rubbed off on me", Yeosang mumbled sheepishly. "That and a lot of bad luck. It wasn’t even supposed to rain today but it already started drizzling when I arrived at the skate park."

He stopped when Seonghwa touched his knees to inspect them for tiny stones or any dirt that could have gotten into the wound. The eldest luckily didn't see any dirt, so he just carefully wiped a wet cloth over the broken skin. Despite his carefulness it caused Yeosang to bite his lip in pain. He exhaled harshly once Seonghwa was finished, apologizing quietly, and continued.

"I thought since I already was there, I would use the chance anyways. We don’t have that many free days and I was really looking forward to it”, he continued. 

Seonghwa could now place his sadness and he sympathized - Yeosang just had wanted to have some fun on their day off and now he was injured and wet. With the stress of their schedules they all had looked forward to the day to calm down and do what they wanted. If he had been in Yeosang’s shoes, Seonghwa probably would have already burst into frustrated tears.

 “Ah, shit”, Yeosang hissed.

Seonghwa shushed him and apologized. He should have warned Yeosang - the disinfectant he had sprayed onto the younger’s knees must be burning badly. Yeosang gripped the blanket tighter and resisted another shiver. Tears started to involuntarily pool in his eyes, both from pain and from how awful his day had been.

"To make it worse, I didn’t even get to skate for longer than like two minutes before I slipped on the wet mini ramp and fell. Then it really started raining and I realized I had forgotten my phone in the dorm and I had to walk all the way back since I couldn’t call a manager. I didn’t want to interrupt Mingi and Yunho with my stupidity and so I came here", he added in a small, shaky voice.

“You know they wouldn’t have minded helping you”, Seonghwa scolded lightly but then grew silent, focused on placing a sterile dressing on Yeosang’s right knee and wrapping a bandage around it. Then he continued with the left knee, carefully wrapping it as well. He inspected his work and decided it was as good as it could be. To signal he was done and to contain more shivers, he placed another blanket over Yeosang’s legs.

Once done with fussing and making sure he had covered Yeosang up fully he turned his full attention to the emotional state of the younger.

"I’m so sorry. You’re really not having the best day, huh?”, Seonghwa asked tenderly and opened his arms. He wasn’t sure if Yeosang actually wanted a hug but to his surprise his dongsaeng immediately dove into the comforting embrace, clearly in need of a long and warm hug. Yeosang pressed his face into Seonghwa’s shoulder and the older started to run his fingers through the damp hair as the younger man cried. Seonghwa rocked them gently from side to side, whispering comforting nonsense into his ear.

Two hours, an expensive order of chicken, and a movie of his choice later, Yeosang was happy enough with his free day - even using his injured knees to make Seonghwa wait on him hand and foot. 

If Seonghwa’s mission hadn’t been to make Yeosang as happy as possible, he would have quit about an hour ago, after having to run up and down the stairs to Yeosang’s dorm for the special chicken sauce the younger craved. 

Oh, well. 

Day 25: "I should have listened to you"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[cuddlepilefics]

Not your day - August of whump - Day 1

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caregivers: Ateez

Prompts: food/risk/overexertion

@augustofwhump

No one’s POV.:

Only very little was going Wooyoung’s way today. He was about ready to call it quits and it was only ten AM. How was he supposed to last till tonight? It had started with him accidentally sleeping in, which he shouldn’t whine about too much because the same was true for Hongjoong and Jongho. His dorm mates would’ve woken him otherwise. Somehow, they seemed to find their footing much faster than Wooyoung, who still felt his heart racing trying to get into the flow of the day. Though sympathetic, the group couldn’t really consider their friends struggle, their schedule too hectic to allow room for personal adjustments. Hell, the trio hadn’t even gotten an opportunity to eat breakfast before finding themselves in front of their phones to hold video calls.

Though one fan worriedly commented on it when she heard Wooyoung’s stomach growl over the phone, he did get the whole event over with well. When they were done, San slipped him a protein bar and smiled: “To hold you over till you get an opportunity to have a meal.” – “I-I thought we could eat now?!”, the younger frowned, sinking his teeth into the protein bar. Catching up to him, Hongjoong denied: “We’re headed to an interview, so if you have any snacks in your backpack, better take the opportunity right now. Already kinda late, so there won’t be any waiting time for us.” The leader ignored the horrified look his dongsaeng gave him and scarfed down the apple Seonghwa had given him.

Worried about their friends who hadn’t even gotten the chance to pack any food that morning, the members went through their bags and collected whatever snacks they were carrying to make sure Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho would have something to fuel them for the next one or two hours. It wasn’t much but they’d make do. They had to. Wooyoung’s stomach ached a little as he settled in for the interview, Yeosang next to him, shooting him an encouraging smile. Forcing himself to return it, the younger refrained from slipping his hand under his shirt to palm at his sore middle.

Wooyoung used to get stress stomach aches when he was in middle school, so he blamed the discomfort on the chaos of the day. Knowing this, Yeosang stuck close to him and occasionally rubbed his back in a comforting gesture. Though Wooyoung hid it quite well, Seonghwa caught on that there was a problem because he saw Yeosang acting just a tiny bit more affectionate towards their dongsaeng and made sure to check on the boy too. “Upset tummy”, Wooyoung mumbled, when the eldest asked if anything was wrong with. They were just making their way back to the company for a dance practice session. Resting his hand on the other’s shoulder, Seonghwa worried: “Is it hunger pains?” – “Not sure. Stress probably but the hunger isn’t helping”, Wooyoung winced, finally allowing himself to rub his stomach to try and soothe it.

Usually, the group would be able to squeeze in a little break but today they’d be working with their choreographers, who were also on a tight schedule, so their next break would have to wait for another two hours. Despite the pain slowly morphing into cramps, Wooyoung did his best to learn the new choreography quickly. He was a main dancer after all. Seonghwa encouraged him to sip water whenever he got the chance to but the younger eventually refused, claiming the liquid wasn’t sitting well in his empty stomach anymore. “We’ll have a break soon, so you guys can have a proper meal”, Yunho smiled before showing Jongho the move again. The maknae had trouble focusing and it took him longer to memorize the choreography. He’d have to revise it with Yunho and Wooyoung some other day.

Hongjoong too struggled but being the leader, he fought to hide it, not wanting to leave a bad impression with the choreographers. That could only work so long and he eventually found himself in Seonghwa’s arms, his only hyung manhandling him to the floor. “Sorry- sorry, just- just need a moment”, Hongjoong panted, sitting with his head bowed between his knees. His ears were ringing and he barely heard Seonghwa talking to him. Wooyoung brought him his water bottle, heart aching to see the older looking so faint. At the same time, it was reassuring to know his friends weren’t coping too well with the incident either. He didn’t feel as much as a failure, knowing that even their leader was still affected by it.

When the practice was finally over, Wooyoung remained splayed on the floor, drenched in sweat and still panting heavily. Hongjoong didn’t get up either, slowly sipping from his water bottle as he tried to catch his breath. Jongho leant against the wall next to his bag and dried his face on his towel before shooting Seonghwa a pained smile. “We have a one hour break before we need to perform, so should we order takeout here? You guys don’t look like you got the energy to go out somewhere right now”, the eldest offered, checking their schedule on his phone. “I vote yes”, Hongjoong announced, “’m starving.” Jongho was quick to agree but Wooyoung remained quiet. His stomach hurt… badly.

It took some prodding from Seonghwa and Hongjoong but Wooyoung eventually let himself be talked into having some rice, despite his cramps. To his relief, the first few bites soothed his stomach and he finally realized just how starved he was. “Woo, slow down”, San warned, watching worriedly as the younger scarfed down his meal, “You’re going to make yourself sick.” Shooting the older a frustrated glare, Wooyoung whined: “I’m starving, leave me alone. This is my first proper meal today and it’s already late afternoon.” – “Woah, no need to get defensive. Just saying that it’s a risk having so much food in such a short time span and so soon before performing”, San appeased, defensively raising his hands. Though he understood his friend’s point, Wooyoung didn’t manage to slow himself down. He had gone hungry for too long.

The meal seemed to restore his energy and Wooyoung settled into his seat with a satisfied smile, buckling his seatbelt. They’d only have to shoot the performance before their schedule would conclude for the day. He hadn’t thought himself capable of dancing anymore after practice but now he was confident that he could. Sure, he had eaten a little more than he usually would in one sitting and he felt the waistband of his jeans dig into his tummy but he hoped his stage outfit would conceal that somehow. Despite San’s warning that he'd feel sick, quite the opposite was the case. Wooyoung felt better than he had for most of the day, his stomach finally content and the hunger pains eased.

He wasn’t all that lucky with his stage outfit though and couldn’t help but feel self-conscious with the way the tight pants made his full middle look squishy. That couldn’t be helped now though and Wooyoung remained standing while they waited to be called up. Sitting down was just too uncomfortable in these pants and they didn’t squeeze his stomach as much when he was standing. Only this performance, the dancer reminded himself. He’d be back off that stage and in a pair of comfy sweatpants soon. His bed was waiting for him at the dorm and this dreadfully chaotic day would soon be over. He could only hope to wake up on time the next morning.

So deep in thought, Wooyoung almost missed them being called up and startled when Yeosang’s hand appeared on his arm to guide him to the stage. Ugh, for some reason, Wooyoung didn’t feel like dancing anymore all of a sudden and dancing in such a tight outfit when his stomach was already so full also didn’t sound too appealing. It wasn’t like he had a choice though, so he stifled a burp against his fist before stepping out in front of the cameras. He got this!

Running on adrenaline, Wooyoung wasn’t bothered by his clothes at all. He didn’t even feel them till he struck the ending pose, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his stomach turning as if he was still dancing. With every breath, his waistband dug deep into his tummy. His stomach lurched and Wooyoung barely managed to fight off the urge to gag. Not even waiting for the director to signal that they were done, he turned and clamped his hands over his paling lips before rushing off stage. He had just made it to the steps when his throat contracted with a gag. Stumbling down the steps, Wooyoung made it out of sight and retched into his hands. Tears sprung to his eyes and it took a second for him to see the trashcan in front of him.

Wooyoung clutched the trashcan a staff member had thrust into his hands. He hadn’t even caught his breath before it was cut off by a wave of sick. A hand appeared on his back and someone steadied him when he doubled over again. Over the ringing in his ears, Wooyoung thought he might’ve heard the other members get of stage but he couldn’t be sure. He also didn’t get a break to look up and check, his stomach too busy trying to turn itself inside out. “Come on, sit”, someone instructed softly and Wooyoung shakily stumbled along before someone pushed on his shoulders to ease him down in a chair. That had come not a moment too late because his knees already felt like jelly and he didn’t know how long he would’ve remained on his feet without losing his balance.

When Wooyoung finally got a moment to breathe, he glanced up at San with watering eyes, shooting the older a pleading look. “Not gonna say it”, San sighed, pulling up a chair. He sat down next to Wooyoung and rubbed his back through the next round. By the time Wooyoung was done and spat into the trash, trying to get rid of a string of saliva, Seonghwa stood in front of him, holding a water bottle and tissues. He handed his dongsaeng a tissue to wipe his lips with and smiled sympathetically: “Today’s really not your day, is it?” Tiredly cleaning himself up, Wooyoung shook his head and accepted a tiny sip of water before handing the bottle back. He placed the trashcan onto the floor between his feet and rested his head in his hands.

The day had been awful but a small smile crept onto Wooyoung’s lips, despite the headache he had developed in the last five minutes after throwing up. No matter how awful the day had been, it was over now. He had his sweatpants in his bag and only needed to get changed before they could ho home. Home, where his bed was waiting for him and he could go to sleep confident that the next day would be better.

[simply-whump]

The concert last night was amazing ! Here are a few moments I managed to capture.

[ao3feed-ateez]

Chasing Freedom

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/q0ob37D by Redemonlord In which the prince of the Fire Nation is sent to start a war and the youngest councilman of the Air Nomads is sent to stop him Words: 3088, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Avatar & Benders Setting, Bending (Avatar), Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Daddy Issues, OT8, ATEEZ Ensemble Angst, Gay ATEEZ Ensemble, Politics, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Kind Of, Whump, Betrayal, Found Family, Prince Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Councilman Jeong Yunho, General Choi San, Prince Kang Yeosang, Prince Park Seonghwa, General Kim Hongjoong, King Choi Jongho, Troublemaker Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung is a Little Shit (ATEEZ), Rebellion, War read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/q0ob37D