Happy Whump Day!
Apparently today is International Whump Day, so I just wanted to say how glad I am to be here.
I discovered the term "whump" during the pandemic and created my blog in September of 2020. My first whump fic, "Experiment 13," was short and experimental, and I didn't really know what I was doing, but I had fun.
And now here I am, four years later, with 1900 followers and 2500 posts. I've written so, so much in those four years. My writing has improved exponentially. I've been published online and in print. I've also discovered how much I love writing flash fiction and microfiction.
And it's all thanks to joining the whump community here on Tumblr. It's a weird, crazy place, and I love it. 😁
Happy Whump Day!
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Thanksgiving
Sam walks into their motel room and instantly gasps. There’s a red plastic tablecloth over the table by the window. In the middle of the table is a small vase holding some plastic flowers. The vase even has water in it, and it makes Sam smile so hard his cheeks hurt. There’s a delicious smell coming from the kitchenette in the corner, and Sam walks over to investigate. He passes the closed door to the bathroom and notices the shower is running.
On the counter are two small pies. One is clearly pumpkin and the other looks to be probably apple. There’s a pot on the stove and when he lifts the lid, a cloud of steam rises, wafting up a smell of mashed potatoes and Sam is stunned. There’s no oven, but there is a microwave, and when Sam opens it, there’s a small rotisserie chicken, the kind you can grab and go at any grocery store.
Dean’s made him a Thanksgiving dinner, and Sam feels tears well up. He can’t remember the last time he had a Thanksgiving meal. There’s even a can of cranberry sauce on the counter, the kind that slides out in the shape of the can, which he knows Dean absolutely loves.
The shower turns off, and Sam isn’t sure what to do. He’s probably shown up a bit earlier than Dean expects, so he wonders if he should go outside so Dean can enjoy the surprise he planned. There isn’t time though. Dean steps out of the shower, glistening wet. He’s towel-drying his hair, and he’s completely naked. Completely, beautifully naked.
“Dean, I - ” Sam stammers.
Dean’s face lights up. “Sammy!” he shouts, a huge grin spreading across his face as he wraps the towel around his waist. He spreads his arms wide, clearly very proud of what he’s done. “Well? What do you think?”
Sam swallows and stammers, “Dean, this is - did you - ” But he can’t form the words. Even if it’s not much, it means the world to him. Dean softens his expression and strides over to his brother.
“Just wanted to do something for you Sammy,” Dean says, his voice low and sensual. He steps closer to his brother, if that’s even possible, reaches up, and tucks a lock of Sam’s hair behind his ear. “You deserve it, baby.” And before Sam can respond, Dean takes his brother’s face in his hands and kisses him, softly, deeply, and passionately.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Sammy.”
The towel drops to the floor.
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hey! there's zero esims left for the connecting gaza campaign as of today. i remember you promoting them earlier. could you give them a much needed boost?
oh dang! unfamiliar with that particular campaign, as I always donate via crips for e-sims because it's super easy to do, but regardless let's go people!
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and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.
hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.
but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you
“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me
“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.
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