#Prompt: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

[savebatsfromscratch]

Running on Broken Legs

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42517470

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Summary: Koya is having a hard time in the Giratina battle, but he HAS to keep running.

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Note: WOE ‘RARE’ FANDOM ANGST BE UPON THEE. Koya may no longer be my favorite DPA character (sad I know) but I still love him a lot so take this.  

Also I took Charon out of the scene. (Sorry Charon fans.) I can't deal with the emotions he would create right now lol.  

It gets REALLY weird btw, I was writing it in German class. It kinda stinks.

Cws and Tws: Injury, broken bone

Words: 754

Prompt: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH | Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

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Fic (under cut):

Koya panted. His knees were numb with pain as he and the other two boys leaped haphazardly between the chunks of rock. They floated suspended by nothing in the sickly purple glow of the distortion world (distantly sparking like stars against the unexplained light of infinity). Such a setting made the race even more terrifying. 

As if it wasn’t scary enough, with the gigantic monster that was after them. The horrible beast that not even Hareta could befriend, after its heart had been betrayed and shattered into pieces so many times.

Koya felt something in his leg snap, but he could not slow, not even for a moment. Jun was behind him, but even if he wasn’t the slowest person there, Koya still had to put literally all of his muscle into keeping up with Hareta. He shook his head to get some flyaway hairs out of his eyes. (He didn’t need the little twinges of pain as further distraction, he had enough pain based distraction as it was.)

Without warning, Hareta skidded to a stop, yelping in surprise as Giratina reared its head from the area where they had been running to. Koya (doing literally anything to keep him from paying attention to the quickly-beginning-to-be-debilitating pain in his leg) similarly forced himself to stop as Hareta failed to turn and run the other way. It was clear that he wanted to do something to help the distortion Pokemon, but the anger and fear that he clearly saw in his eyes was clearly acting as a deterrent.

Koya forced himself to try and see the anger for himself, but found it impossible. All he saw was sadness. Maybe it was that he was really that unabsurvent, but something told him (especially as he found it shockingly difficult to hold himself up any longer) that it had something to do with his leg. What had he even done to it?

“What are you two doing?!” Jun shrieked, grabbing both his and Hareta’s shoulders and attempting to yank them backward, “We need to get away from it!” Hareta might have said something in response, but before he had the chance an unexplained wave of agony washed over Koya. 

He didn’t make a sound, but his eyes widened as he collapsed onto the ground. He hurt, so bad. His breaths came out harsh and fast as his leg snapped under him. He couldn’t feel it, but he could absolutely feel it. His eyes were unfocused, but they grabbed onto Giratina’s as it moved semi curiously closer. 

Hareta yelped, jumping back as Koya crashed to the ground at his feet. (He felt as limp as a knitted doll…) Jun, who was obviously focusing more on the danger of the situation than Koya, reached for a Pokeball as Giratina began to loom over them. Its eyes glowed the most beautiful red, and Koya felt as though it was the only thing he could focus on in the entire world. It was like the brightness of those eyes were the only light that kept him from the darkness of the pain that shocked through him.

“Giratina,” he murmured, distantly feeling Hareta crouch down at his sides, his stance one of defense rather than his usual friendly demeanor. 

The monster loomed ever nearer as Jun released his Staraptor. (A pathetic try at defense. There was no way they were beating this thing.) But Koya still could not see anger. His body hurt all over, and somehow, though he had never felt this connection to a Pokemon before, he could tell that Giratina’s did as well.

They were the same.

The same pain, the same fear of things going wrong, the same glow in their eyes. Koya inhaled softly and Hareta looked up at the monster, and it became clear that he saw it too. Jun was shaking, and his Staraptor hung worried in the air, clearly unsure of what to do. They all knew, they were the same.

This wasn’t a monster who had gotten someone’s leg broken! This was a caring creature who was just scared and sad from its previous experiences with men who were less like it. They all knew it. 

Somehow they always had.

Koya’s leg twinged with pain, but it no longer mattered to him. This creature was strong and horrible, and he could be strong too. (He already had the horrible down.)

Giratina leaned forward, and its gigantic face was only a few feet away. But no one was afraid anymore. They understood each other.

End of chapter notes: It's funny to me that the last fic I wrote was about sharks having trouble swimming and this one is about humans having trouble running.

[serickswrites]

Enough

Warnings: captivity, knives, stabbing, blood, wounds, unconsciousness, rescue, caretaker and whumpee

Whumpee’s buckled as Whumper plucked the blade from their gut. “Ah, such a shame. I thought you would stay standing for that one,” Whumper purred as they licked the blade. 

Whumpee could barely keep their eyes open. Their head lolled forward. “Mmmph,” they hummed. It was all they could do to respond. 

Whumper fisted Whumpee’s hair and lifted their head. “Don’t go passing out on me just yet. I’m not done with you yet.”

Whumpee felt the blood running down their legs and onto the ground below them. They could barely keep their eyes open. They blinked. Once. Twice. 

“Oh thank God!” Caretaker said as they cupped Whumpee’s cheek. “Hang on, Whumpee. We’re getting you out of here. We’re getting help.”

Whumpee was confused. Whumper was holding their face. Not Caretaker. “C-C-C--”

“It’s ok, Whumpee. I’ve got you. Just hold on.”

Whumpee blinked again. When they opened their eyes, they were on their back. Caretaker squeezed their hand. “Just stay with me, please, Whumpee. Stay with me.”

Where did they go? Why were they on the ground? “C-C-C--” but the urge to blink was too strong. 

“Keep your eyes open, Whumpee. Please.” Caretaker’s voice sounded so far away. 

And Whumpee was so tired. They blinked once more. The sound of sirens grew louder as Whumpee fought to keep their eyes open. They had to. Caretaker said to stay. But they were so tired. Whumpee closed their eyes one final time as the sound of paramedics rushing in filled the room. 

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

02. A Familiar Ache

part of Broken Wings, a Whumptober-inspired Six of Crows Prompt Collection prompt: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH | Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling | ship: Wesper | rating: M | wc: ~1.7k | tags: Modern AU, Exes, Drinking and gambling addictions, friend group in minor turmoil as they transition to new lives, emphasis on dealing with alcoholism

Summary: Wylan broke up with Jesper for lying to him about how much he was drinking. But it turns out that when Jesper’s honest about being drunk, he still chooses his ex-boyfriend to help him. And Wylan can’t help but go to him.

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The first time that Jesper’s name appeared on Wylan’s phone, he stared at it in shock until it finished ringing.

The second time he called, Wylan clicked it off in a half-second.

The third time, he answered.

“Jesper,” Wylan greeted him without waiting for his ex-boyfriend to say anything, voice laced with exasperation, “what do you want? It’s one in the morning.” 

A chuckle echoed through the phone and Wylan despised the shivers that it sent down his spine. The sudden intimacy of Jesper’s laugh so close to his ear, a ghost of so many memories, was disorientating and did little to help his quest to get over the guy.

“I might need a little help,” drawled Jesper. 

A coldness overtook the little bit of warmth that Wylan had experienced. Of course. Jesper was fucking drunk out of his mind. He could hear it in the slur of his words, the deepness that accompanied it when he’d had a few too many Jameson and gingers. A lethargicness to his words as his alcohol-filled brain fought to string sentences together. He always pulled it off, but it was like you could hear the mechanics of his mind whirring in the process.

“So call Kaz, not me,” Wylan bit out. No, he didn’t resent that the two were still close even though Kaz had been the first to warn him about Jesper’s proclivities. 

A laugh that turned into a hiccup burned his ears through his phone.

“Kaz-Kazzy, he’s pissed at me. Besides, it’s his anniversary with darling Inej. I’ll wake up without eyeballs if I interrupt that.”

Wylan hated how much it made sense.

Jesper continued rambling about the ways that Kaz would mutilate him while Wylan wracked his brain for anyone else that Jesper could have called. Their friends still overlapped, a tricky element that he still couldn’t get a handle on, and surely there was someone else that Jesper could have called. But with Inej and Kaz out of the equation, that left Nina and Matthias. And Nina had only been home from rehab for a couple months––Matthias was even more protective of her than normal. An inebriated Jesper calling seemed like a recipe for disaster. 

“So you called me,” he said flatly, not really asking, “because you knew I’d do it.”

Tears infuriatingly pricked at his eyes. Dependable Wylan who never said no. Boring Wylan who of course wouldn’t have a reason that he couldn’t come pick up the pieces of the mess, as usual. When was enough going to be enough?

Jesper’s snort of surprise pulled him out of his wallowing.

“Because you're a good person, Wy,” he said with startling clarity.

Somehow that made it worse.

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Whumptober day 19: Enough is Enough

Fandom: TMNT

Prompts;

Knees Buckling

Repeatedly passing out

Head lolling

And coming back around my fixations list. We have some more turtle* (*not so) angst. }:) Mikey is both Bamf and a little dark at one point? But youngest siblings can be pretty unhinged at times so… 

Mikey comes from a pretty big family. It's not a conventional family by any means, but a family nonetheless. And being the youngest could have its advantages, sure, but there were also the downsides that made him want to tear his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs. 

He loved his family, he would do anything for his family, and they didn't seem to understand that he could. That he wasn't some baby who couldn't handle himself, that he had natural talent, and good ideas and a great potential, but he was never really given the chance to prove it. So, when it just caused discontent, he stopped trying so hard. 

But now, his family was in danger. And he could be thankful that he was underestimated, because it gave him the chances he needed. People didn't seem to see that this family was full of protectors, and he was part of it. But he'd get to show them, he'd make them pay for what they'd done. And they would learn, they would learn not to cross Michaelangelo Hamato. 

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Mikey supposed you could say this is all his fault, And even if somehow it wasnt, he'd get blamed anyway he's sure. Really it probably was his fault, with their father and the others on a training/information gathering trip, it was just the four of them and he should have been on his best guard. 

Instead he was too slow, and before even Raphael could react, they were down. Mikey thinks it may have been their quickest defeat by an enemy, he can only imagine how disappointed Master Splinter will be, if they- no when they- make it out or this. Because these guys, whoever they were, hurt his brothers. 

They'd obviously done their research, Mikey thinks as he watches them. They inject Raph with something, and almost immediately, his eyes roll and head falls forward, out like a light-They obviously know what chemicals work past their enhancements. Taking him out first was smart, because when Raph got angry it was hard to take him down, and what they did next definitely would have angered him. 

Donnie is next, which most would think a weird choice, but Donnie was a plan guy, and Leo relied on him more than people knew. They stick something to the back of his neck, and it must hurt because Donnie jerks before going stiff, then limp. He's not unconscious, but his head lulls this way and that, his eyes fogging over in a way that says 'no one home'. His face is tense though, as if in pain, and Mikey can only assume the device is somehow keeping him from thinking or doing. 

Leo has been thrashing this whole time, obviously angry, angrier than Mikeys used to seeing from his older brother. The fact they are still able to hold him down is astounding, though it could have something to do with the sword at the back of Mikey's neck. But as Mikey said, these guys have done their research, so they do Leo next, because Mikey is the youngest. 

Underestimated and labeled as the weak link, it hurts, but it's to his advantage. 

They inject Leo with- Mikey assumes- the same thing they gave Raph, but while his struggles weaken, they do not cease like Raphs had. Mikey's plan solidifies when they make their next move, none of these guys will be spared from his wrath. Not as they stab Leo. Not as the blade is pulled, covered in his brother's blood, from Leo's side. They inject him again, even though Leo has slumped-breathing harsh- and his brother's eyes close. 

Even as they simply knock Mikey over the head, not caring to take the same precautions, Mikey feels something snap inside him. As darkness encompasses his vision, his brothers’ conditions imprinted on his eyelids, he makes a promise to himself. To make these men pay, and get his brothers to safety. Even if it's the last thing he does.

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Mikey had taken it upon himself, to learn as much as he could about taking care of people. Donnie had a lot on his shoulders most days, and Mikey wasnt stupid, he could see how the weight made him sag. So he'd subtly inserted the thought into the others' heads, because his family was full of stubborn buttheads, and watched as they'd each come up with a way to help. Raph and Leo started helping in the garage, Casey and April helped in the lab, repairs around their hideout were done together rather than forced on Donnie. And Mikey, Mikey decided being a Medic would be a big help. 

He was grateful for it now, as he used their wrapping to bind Leo's wound as best he could. He needed far more than bandages, but Mikey didn't think they'd be getting that anytime soon. He didn't know what they wanted yet, but with the three they deemed important out of commision, he wondered how they planned to get anything from them.

Unless they wanted to dissect them and see what made them tick, which… made the most sense. Master Splinter had tried to protect them from the world, tried to give them as normal a life as he could. But they were science experiments, practically super soldiers, and it made sense that others would want to use that. Even if they were just kids. 

He sat back, hands and pants bloody, and surveyed his other two brothers. 

They were all in seperate cages, three in a row- Donnie, Leo, Raph- while Mikey's own cage was beside Leos. He'd just barely been able to reach his brother, who'd been awake just long enough to scoot to the bars before he'd passed out again. But he could do nothing for Raph or Donnie. 

Donnie, whose head hangs limp, chin against his chest, before it’d sway lazily one way then the other. Occasionally Mikey would catch a glimpse of his face, when his hair shifted and head turned just so, and that look from before was really only getting worse. His eyebrows knitted, teeth clenched, but eyes dull. 

Raph was still out cold, sprawled on his side and looking pale. He'd twitch sometimes, but hadn't woken up yet. Besides the few bruises and knicks they'd all sustained, he seemed the best shape of the three, even if a bit sickly. 

They wouldn't be much help in an escape, so Mikey had to figure out how to get three limp noodles to safety. Really the only option is to incapacitate everyone in the building so no one can stand in his way. Which he had no problem with, he was looking forward to punching some lights out, to tearing through them all left and right, for stomping on their remains for thinking they could get away with this, for- 

Alright, maybe he needed to chill a little. No use in peeling faces off when his brothers needed medical attention. Mikey was a ninja, they had a code or whatever. And while he would not be holding back on these guys, his main focus needed to be his family. 

The doors across the room open, and Mikey watches their every step- eyes wide and fearful to play up the innocent youngest vibe these guys seemed to see him as. Trying to get a read on their intentions, while ironing out the details of his plan. They stop in front of his cage, which is nice because he couldn't guarantee his control would last much longer if they'd gone after the others. 

"If you quaporate, the others won't be killed now, understand?" Well, this would be easier than he thought. 

A fearful nod, a little trembling, a loving look to his brothers, and these guys are sold. Mikey couldn't wait to see their faces, when he clobbered them. 

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He knows better than to act out on the first contact. He needs more information before he can initiate anything, he needs to not run in fists first when he couldn't 100% rely on them. 

So he lets them take him the first time. And the second time. Even a third time. But the time he has to act is dwindling each time, so he'll have to use what he's gathered so far, and do his best. 

Because Donnies curled up on his side now, practically grinding his forehead into the ground. Raphs breathing sounds like that dying frog from Ogre the 3rd. And Leo, who'd woken up when he'd returned both the first and second time, didn't even stir the third time, the wrapping around his side red and spreading. 

He sits against the bars, as close to his brothers as he can get, and centers himself like they've been trained. He pushes away all his distractions, prays for strength for his brothers, and prays that he'll get them through this. When the doors open again, he is calm, pain has been pushed aside, and his focus is solely on what he has to do. He knows it won't last forever though, he needed to do this fast.

His hair covers his eyes, he doesn't hear what they say as they open the door, he's focused on the breathing behind him. He's stiller than he's ever been before, stiller than he ever thought possible, he can practically feel the air shifting around the arm reaching for him. 

His eyes open, and he's outside his cage, the two men unconscious- or maybe dead- inside it. He's given little time to think about it, as the doors open and more men- he'd only seen men, he wonders why- enter. The fact they'd been watched this whole time, and still underestimated him, proves they are not as smart as they think.

He moves through the forces with the ease of adrenaline and instinct- and training too of course. Still it's one against a heck of a lot more, and for all their enhancements, they are still mortals, so it's no surprise they land quite a few hits too. But running on pure spite seems to work more than he expected, his brothers' forms behind him reminding him and fueling his actions. 

Revenge wasn't something Master Splinter encouraged, he'd say something about it blackening their hearts and following the same road as Shredder or something he's sure. But Mikey honestly couldn't care less right now. If Splinter wanted to see them again, then Mikey had to do this, besides he'd rather have the blood of enemies on his hands than that of his brothers. Even if it garnered Splinters disapproval. It wouldn't be the first time anyway. 

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By the time they stop coming through the door, Mikey is exhausted. He waits a moment, to see if there would be any sneak attacks or the likes, but nothing happens, no one moves, so Mikey makes his way- walking backwards- to his brothers cages. 

They were code locked, but Mikey had heard the tones they made when they opened his own, and thankfully they were stupid enough to use the same for all of them. The only problem now was getting three teens out of here. He chews on his lip a moment, eyes flickering from the doors to his brothers. 

"Alright Mikey… you can do this." 

He goes to Donnies first, eying the device then his brother's face. He'd need to be careful, he didn't want to mess with any of the nerves or important things at the base of his skull. It was obvious that it was messing with Donnies functions, so in theory, if he pulled it out it should… stop interfering? Or it could kill his brother, or paralyze him, or make him brain dead forever! Or-

No! Now was not the time for panicking. 

He grips the device between two fingers, sends another prayer to any ancestors listening, and pulls. Donnie yelps and Mikey flinches as his brother does a full body shiver before going completely limp. 

He's killed him. OhgodsMikeykilledhisbrotherhowcouldheohmygodsstrikemedownnow-

Another groan, and Donnies head weakly rolls to look up at him with one eye squinted open. 

"Motren." He croaks out. And Mikey could weep.

"I promise, once we get out of here." 

He helps his brother into a sitting position outside his cage, then takes his arm wrappings to redo Leo's dressings. He can only figure that whatever they injected his brothers with, was hindering their healing capabilities. He hopes it'll flush itself out, cause he doubts he'd find any notes about it lying around. 

He carefully pulls Leo out of his cell to lean against Donnie, then drags Raph- who's feverish and pale- to join them. Leo's eyes open briefly, his hand resting on Raphs forehead before closing once more. Mikey stares at the three before looking around the room for anything useful. Besides a body sled this room is useless. But Donnie, despite his head randomly lolling forward, is at least awake. And while it's not a ninja weapon, it'll have to do for now. 

"Donnie, shoot anyone that's not us okay?" 

He presses a gun from a fallen baddie into his brother's hand, before turning to the doors. He passed a lot of doors when they dragged him around, one of them had to have something useful. 

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He stares at the brother pile he'd made. Two rolling office chairs taped together, Leo sitting in one, Donnie in the other, with Raph across their laps. It was so, not the best plan, but it was the only one he had. And with the movement he'd heard on his way back, it was the best way to get his brother's mobile while leaving him open to protect them. 

"Alright, let's keep up the not dying thing we've got going, and get the heck out of here."

He drags rather than pushes, putting himself first just in case. Donnie still had a good drip on his gun, had managed not to shoot Mikey when he'd come back, so hopefully he'd shoot anyone still lingering around. If they got past Mikey that is. 

At the very least, he's assuming the rest of the people still trying, have gotten smart enough to know he's a threat. It messes with his element of surprise, but at least he'll have a challenge to focus on with his mind now in ten different places- at the least.

He stops just before a corner, hears the shift of movement, and can only assume this is their final stand. Turning his brothers so the chair backs are against the wall, and Donnie can hopefully have a good enough view to have time to defend, he takes a stuttered breath and slips into the shadows. He doesn't have a stealth weapon, he'll be able to get one shot off before his position is revealed. He had to make it count. 

There aren't very many left, it bugs him that they were able to overtake them at all, that three of his brothers were taken down by a group he’s been able to defeat in less than an hour, and that was after everything they did. Did catching them off guard really allow all of this? Or was Mikey missing something? 

He shoots twice in quick succession, before ducking out of the way and shooting some more. He pants as he stands in the middle of their fallen bodies, hands trembling by his sides,

“Gelo?” 

He must of been quiet for too long, Donnie’s voice shocking him back to his mission. He knows for a fact two of the big guys involved in their capture are missing from the bodies. He needs to get his brothers out of here before they rear their ugly faces, the fight is slowly draining from him, he needed to focus on his brothers, and fixing his mistake. 

He comes around the corner, moving the gun Donnie points at his face, 

“Sorry ‘Tello, lets get out of here.” 

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He pushes his brothers through alley after alley, not sure if it’s simply the chairs leading him forward or his own will. He also doesn’t know exactly where he’s headed, maybe home, but he can’t be sure. He needs someone with medical knowledge, maybe Leatherhead, or father, but he didn’t know where they were. So he needed supplies instead, Donnie could maybe direct him on what to do if he stayed coherent long enough, he just needed to clean and stitch Leo up, get that stuff out of his and Raph’s systems, and keep an eye on Donnie. He could do that…

Noise above has his heart rate spiking as he pulls to a stop, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looks to the roofs. It’s still, too still, before a shadow moves and Karai is jumping down, her face shows her concern as she pulls her mask down. 

“What happened?” 

“They need help.” His knees buckle, trusting his sister to help now. They would be fine, he could rest now right? Please… let them be fine.

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

YAY! done and dusted

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

WHUMPTOBER PROMPT LIST:

DAY 1 - A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

adverse effects | “this wasn’t supposed to happen”

DAY 2 - NOWHERE TO RUN

caged | confrontation

DAY 3 - A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

impaled

DAY 4 - DEAD ON YOUR FEET

hidden injury | can’t pass out

DAY 5 - EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

running out of air

DAY 6 - PROOF OF LIFE

“i’ve got a pulse”

DAY 7 - THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

silent panic attack

DAY 8 - EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING

back from the dead

DAY 9 - THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

tossing and turning

DAY 10 - POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

taser

DAY 11 - “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY”

sloppy bandages | self-done first aid

DAY 12 - WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

rusty nail

DAY 13 - CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

fracture

DAY 14 - DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

desperate measures

DAY 15 - EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

new scars

DAY 16 - NO WAY OUT

mind control

DAY 17 - HANGING BY A THREAT

breaking point

DAY 18 - Alternative Prompt

tears

DAY 19 - ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | head lolling

DAY 20 - IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

fetal position

DAY 21 - Alternative Prompt

adrenaline crash

DAY 22 - PICK YOUR POISON

pick your poison | toxic

DAY 23 - AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

tied to a table

DAY 24 - FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

blood covered hands

DAY 25 - SILENCE IS GOLDEN

lost voice | “you better start talking.”

DAY 26 - Alternative Prompt

dazed and confused

DAY 27 - PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

pushed to the limit | magical exhaustion

DAY 28 - Alternative Prompt

stabbed

DAY 29 - Alternative Prompt

carried to safety

DAY 30 - NOTE TO SELF: DON’T GET KIDNAPPED

manhandled

DAY 31 - A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

“you can rest now.”

[lgbtqlegends]

hey y'all!! back with another avalance fic for day 19!! this one's a long one y'all! it was such a fun one to write though, so I hope y'all enjoy!! day 20 is going to be for NCIS: LA, but beyond that, we shall see as they come :)

Summary:

No. 19: Enough is Enough

Prompts: Knees Buckling / Repeatedly Passing Out / Head Lolling

In which part of the team gets captured by the League of Assassins. They try to escape but get caught again before they can succeed, and in order to hinder them from trying to escape a second time, Ra's al Ghul injects Sara with a mysterious serum that makes her weak and keeps her borderline unconscious.

[scorchedhearth]

Day. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

brain fried, ended up writing something more cute and painful here. but given what they've gone through with canon, they deserve this

“This is not going to be enough, Sora'!” Iolande screams over the deafening noise of the reactor going critical.

“How long do we have?” She asks between pants, will faltering over the waves of heat and dust coming unto them, the screams of the habitants running away.

“Mere minutes if we’re lucky, seconds if we’re realists.” Iolande catches a dozen more people in a box and carries them away from the reactor.

“Cover the civilians,” Soranik tells her. “I’ll take care of the reactors. If we put two shields up we should be able to contain the blast.” Iolande nods but she knows she doesn’t need to voice her approval. The core is burning bright by the second and Iolande has mere instants to gather up the last few workers and bystanders in a box and focus her entire willpower on creating a strong shield that’ll withstand the blow. She spares one look at Soranik flying high up and building a bubble around the broken reactor, preparing to contain the explosion.

One second pass, another, and she feels before she hears the slow rumble of the core collapsing and imploding. It’s a mess of sensation, bright and burning white light engulfing them, the strain on her mind from the task at hand, holding up the shield and protecting the lives of thousands by her sheer will, the screams and then sudden silence.

Iolande slowly raises her head, looks at the people still alive, clutching each other in tentacles and crying out as both shields fade out of existence. She turns around to watch as Soranik lands near her, looking shaky on her legs.

“Lantern Soranik,” Iolande tries to school her voice, they are not in private after all, they are here doing their job and that deserves the respect it demands. She walks up to Soranik who is still staring at the piles of dust where once stood the reactor. “Lantern Soranik, are you alright?” She lays a hand on her shoulder, prompting her out of her hazy fog, but right when she opens her mouth to speak, her knees buckle right underneath her.

Iolande barely has time to extend her arms and catch her around her chest, guiding her fall as smoothly as she can. “Soranik!” Her eyes are unfocused, looking around without finding anchor.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles, her eyelids flutter close and she leans her head against her chest. “Just a bit tired, I’m fine.”

“You are not fine, Soranik,” Iolande murmurs and presses a hand over her head, keeps her in her arms. “You are exhausted.”

“It was a big explosion, Io’” she says and leans into the touch.

“It was. And we still protected all of them.”

“The reactor…” She tries to turn and look at it but Iolande keeps her from moving around.

“Will be rebuilt. We will help, once you are rested.” Iolande tries to calm the worry in her chest. It is misplaced, she knows they are both good lanterns, and that their rings protect them, that this is only because they burned a lot of energy to construct the shields. Iolande knows that worrying is not rational, nor useful. Still, the sight of the woman she loves weak and faint in her arms, in pain and uncomfortable stirs something unpleasant in her guts, something she wants gone.

“We did good, Lantern Iolande,” Soranik says with a faint smile and reaches up to caress her cheek. She’s trying to appease her worries, even in her current state, and Iolande indulges the gesture, leans into the palm of her hand and rests there for a moment.

“We did, Lantern Soranik,” she curls above her to kiss her forehead, soft and gone as quick as it came. “We did,” she pushes off and smiles at her.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober 2022 Masterpost

It’s that time of year again! Here is my official Whumptober 2022 Masterpost.

This year, I’m going to be doing most of the prompts as stories, but with some prompts as just art (maybe a comic, or with a Drabble attached)

Fandom and characters as well as the prompts used, are tagged for each day. (Note: These are all linked to Ao3, you can find the Tumblr links below)

Day 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary (adverse effects, unconventional restraints, “this wasn’t supposed to happen”) (Art) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 (Giorno)

Day 2: Nowhere to Run (caged, confrontation) Trapped (Supernatural / Cas)

Day 3: Hair’s Breadth From Death (gun to temple, “say goodbye”) (Art) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 (Abbacchio)

Day 4: Dead on Your Feet (hidden injury, waking up disoriented, can’t pass out) For the Sake of the Mission (Spy x Family / Loid)

Day 5: Every Whumpee’s Needs (hyperthermia) Heat (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3 / Kakyoin)

Day 6: Proof of Life (ransom video, “I’ve got a pulse”, screams from across the hall) Right Before Your Eyes (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 4 / Josuke)

Day 7: The Way You Shake and Shiver (shaking hands, silent panic attack) Shaking Hands (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Fugo & Bucciarati)

Day 8: Everything Hurts and I’m Dying (stomach pain) Over and Over (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 4 / Josuke)

Day 9: The Very Noisy Night (sleeping in shifts, caught in a storm) Caught in a Storm (Supernatural / Sam)

Day 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls (whipping, waterboarding) (Art) Spy x Family (Loid)

Day 11: 911 What’s Your Emergency (Art) Sloppy Bandages (Spy x Family / Loid) Self-done First Aid (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Bucciarati)

Day 12: (Alt Prompt: Carried to Safety) (Art) Jujitsu Kaisen (Itadori)

Day 13: Can’t Make an Omelet... (fracture, “are you here to break me out?”) Even the Strongest (Jujitsu Kaisen / Gojo)

Day 14: Die a Hero or Become a Villain (failed escape, “I’ll be right behind you”) Unforgiven (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Risotto)

Day 15: Emotional Damage (lies, new scars, breathing through the pain) I’m Not Okay (I Promise) (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Giorno)

Day 16: No Way Out (paralytic drugs) Uncomfortably Numb (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Bucciarati)

Day 17: Hanging By a Threat (breaking point, stress positions, reluctant caretaker) Breaking Point (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Prosciutto)

Day 18: Let’s Break the Ice (”just get it over with”, treading water, “take my coat”) Interoffice Communications (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Narancia)

Day 19: Enough is Enough (knees buckling, repeatedly passing out, head lolling) (Art) The Case Study of Vanitas (Vanitas)

Day 20: It’s Been a Long Day (going into shock, fetal position, prisoner trade) Bulletproof Heart (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Abbacchio)

Day 21: Famous Last Words (”you’re safe now”, “take me instead”) I Can’t Make You Stay (Jujitsu Kaisen / Itadori & Nanami)

Day 22: Pick Your Poison (toxic) Poison in the Blood (The Case Study of Vanitas / Vanitas)

Day 23: At the End of Their Rope (tied to a table, “hold them down”) Losing All Control (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Bucciarati & Risotto)

Day 24: Fight, Flight or Freeze (blood covered hands, “I don’t want to do this anymore”) Sentiment and Other Sins (Spy x Family / Loid)

Day 25: Silence is Golden (lost voice) Lost Voice (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 8 / Josuke)

Day 26: No One Left Behind (”why did you save me?”) (Art) Supernatural (Cas)

Day 27: Pushed to the Limit (muffled screams, stumbling, magical exhaustion) Replay (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Abbacchio)

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- Part One: Day 28: It’s Just the Tip of the Iceberg (anger born of worry, punching the wall, headache) - Part Two: Day 29: What Doesn’t Kill Me... (Defiance, “Better Me than You”) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Bucciarati & Abbacchio

Between the Styx and the Lethe

- Part One: Day 30: Note to Self: Don’t Get Kidnapped (manhandled, hair grabbing, “please don’t touch me”) - Part Two: Day 31: A Light at the End of the Tunnel (comfort, bedside vigil, “you can rest now”) JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5 / Giorno

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[whump-or-whatever]

Whumptober Day 19

Prompts: Enough is enough - knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | head lolling

Fandom: Doctor Who (reboot)

Summary: Sort of AU for S7 E8, where the captain of the submarine was far more violent.

• • •

Clara awoke groggy. She felt water dripping down her face and blinked in confusion. Through her haze, she could hear voices which gradually became clearer.

“How did you get on this vessel?” she heard a man question.

“What does it matter,” came from a voice she recognized as the Doctor’s. Quickly following that remark, she heard the same voice give a pained yelp. Opening her eyes, she noticed the captain of the Soviet submarine had the Doctor’s arm twisted behind his back. Clara immediately clambered to her feet. The doctor’s face contorted as he breathed through the pain that shot up his arm and into his shoulder.

“You will tell me how you got aboard this vessel or so help me I will have you both shot,” the captain said angrily, twisting the Doctor’s arm further still.

The Doctor let out a small whine of pain before saying through gritted teeth, “we are only here to help. Please, you have to trust me.”

This was clearly not the response the captain was looking for, as he shoved the other man forward with a growl. The Doctor fell into the wall smashing his nose in the process. Immediately it began pouring blood down his face, and he turned his back to slide down the wall stunned.

“Doctor,” Clara cried out, moving to run to him before being restrained by one of the crewmen. She struggled against the man but was unable to get free.

“Are you spies? Stowaways?” The Captain questioned, crouching down and grabbing the Doctor forcefully by the chin. The time lord grunted at the roughness and attempted to force his eyes to focus on the captain.

Releasing his grip on the Doctor’s chin, the Captain backhanded him across the face. The Doctor’s head snapped to the side violently, and blood dripped from a gash across his right cheek.

“We’re not spies!” Clara yelled at him. “We are travellers. Please, leave him alone.”

“Travellers?” The Captain scoffed. “Travellers don’t just show up on a submarine in the middle of the ocean!” He was yelling by the end of the statement.

The Doctor attempted to speak but quickly ended up coughing as he choked on the blood pouring down his throat from his nose. Eventually regaining his breath, he muttered weakly, “travellers, in time and space Captain.”

“You think this is funny?” The captain wheeled on him. “Because I wouldn’t if I were in your situation. You’re digging yourself ever closer to your own execution.” As he finished speaking, the captain sent a well-placed kick into the Doctor’s side. The time lord grunted roughly, curling in on his injured side. He was pretty sure he felt a rib crack as pain blossomed in his chest, radiating outward. He gasped for air, trying to overcome the shock. Vaguely, he was aware of someone running their hand soothingly down the side of his face and muttering to him. Clara.

“What did you do that for?” The Captain yelled at the man who had released Clara.

“Sir, they’re telling the truth. We watched their ship materialize out of thin air.” The crewman said hurriedly.

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, the captain stalked off down the corridor.

Clara was entirely focused on the Doctor, who still laid on his side. His hand held tight to his chest, his eyes were screwed shut in pain. His breathing was ragged and gasping.

“Doctor?” she asked, placing her hand on the side of his face. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, wincing.

He opened one bleary eye, the other sore and quickly swelling from the strike to the face. After a few seconds of looking around in a haze, his eye focused on Clara and he visibly relaxed. “Clara.” he whispered, though she suspected he hadn’t intended it to be so quiet.

“Yes, I’m here Doctor. What should I do?” Clara said hurriedly.

“Mmm,” he slurred, straining with the effort of pushing himself into a sitting position on shaking arms. Clara supported his back. “Tardis,” he murmured, “take me back to her.”

Clara resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him addressing his ship as ‘her’. Instead, she gingerly helped him to stand. He stumbled into her side and she ducked under his arm to lend her support. Together, they made their way back to the tardis. Once inside, the Doctor’s knees gave out and he collapsed on the stairs to the console.

“No, no, no,” Clara scolded, “we’ve got to keep going, get you to the medbay.”

The Doctor groaned as he was pulled back to his feet. His head swam, and he groggily wondered if time lords could get concussions. Then, he realized that not remembering a basic fact about his own physiology was probably a sign that this time lord definitely had a concussion, or something similar at least.

Clara half-led half-dragged him the rest of the way to medbay. Luckily, the tardis seemed to have set aside her dislike of Clara for the moment and led them through only one hallway to get there. In the medbay, Clara deposited the Doctor on the nearest bed before running to grab a wet cloth, disinfectant, and some butterfly adhesives.

By the time she returned the Doctor was out. Whether asleep or unconscious she couldn’t tell, but she figured it best to keep him awake for the time being. She cringed at the memory of how his head had smashed into the wall. She shook his shoulder lightly, which elicited a groan from the time lord. “You’ve got to stay awake,” she informed him. He opened his eyes and looked at her with furrowed brow.

“Why? M’tired.” he mumbled.

Clara began the process or wiping blood off his face, making him cringe. “You hit your head, you might have a concussion.”

He began to shake his head but quickly stopped at the wave of nausea that washed over him. “No, I definitely have a concussion,” he lamented.

She grabbed the disinfectant and began cleaning out the wound on the side of his face. He hissed as she prodded the tender area. “Then you’d really better stay awake,” she responded matter-of-factly. She grabbed some butterfly adhesives to pull the cut on his cheek closed, then paused to inspect her work.

“Alright, I’m gonna have to take your shirt off to check your chest,” Clara informed the Doctor. He merely shifted to prop himself up on his elbows, gritting his teeth as he did so. Clara undid his blazer and shirt before sliding them back on his shoulders. He moved gingerly to extricate his arms from the garments. Clara stifled a gasp at the bruising already spreading out across the left side of his rib cage. She ran to grab an ice pack, which she handed to the Doctor upon her return. He cringed as he applied it to the bruise.

“So, what are we going to do about the sinking submarine?” Clara asked, settling down on the edge of the bed.

The Doctor thought about this for a moment, which was unusual for him. “The tardis is a time machine, we can disappear into the vortex long enough for me to heal, then re-appear seconds later as if nothings happened.”

Clara sighed. “Alright. In the meantime, you’re going to take it easy.” She pointed a warning finger at the Doctor.

He raised a hand in surrender. “Whatever you say, nurse.”

Clara rolled her eyes, hiding a small smile.

• • •

Fin

[littlebunnyman]

To live without you

Something is wrong with Percival and Lancelot is not going to rest until he finds out what.

Read on Ao3

Day 19, fic 19! Todays prompts are: Enough is enough | Knees buckling | Repeatedly passing out | Head lolling

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[tarisilmarwen]

Whumptober 2022 - “Faint“

(Not really sure where this one came from, just knew I was going to do a Big Hero 6 fic for Whumptober this year and found the prompts that spoke to me the most.

This is sometime nebulously after Season Three of the TV series, I guess.

Prompts used were:

No. 19 Enough Is Enough: Knees Buckling/Repeatedly Passing Out/Head Lolling

No. 31 A Light At The End Of The Tunnel: Comfort/Bedside Vigil/"You can rest now"

Alt. 12 Carried To Safety.)

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Hiro's magnetic discs snapped onto the legs and surface of metal labtables on opposite sides of the room. With a flick, he activated their connectors.

Both tables were pulled up off the ground and yanked into his target in the middle—the lab-coated crazy goggle-eyed villain whose lair the team had just stumbled across while on night patrol.

The man yelped in a satisfying way as the tables smashed into him, though not before he got a shot off from his tranquilizer gun. Hiro grimaced as he felt the needle point hit him in the side, but rushed in to finish the job.

Within moments, the villain was wrapped up in high-density capture cable. Hiro stepped back in satisfaction, tossing the tranquilizer gun aside.

"Well Mister—" Hiro stopped, cocky heroic grin disappearing as he realized, "Actually I don't think I caught your name."

"It's Doctor!" the man yelled, eyes popping wildly behind the goggles. "Doctor Chimera! And a pathetic child like you can't possibly hope to stop me!" he declared. He went into what sounded like a prepared speech, akin to one of Baron Von Steamer's. "I am the world's greatest genetic scientist! I've collected exotic specimens from all over the world! And soon I will make the ULTIMATE PREDATOR! One with the strength of the silverback gorilla and the venom of the Irukandji! Its fangs will be like the king cobra's! It's claws will be—"

Eyes and mouth flat, Hiro activated the taser setting on the capture cable.

"Hhnnngnghghhhghh!" the man blurbbled, flopping around rather comically before slumping with a groan. "Tingly..." he mumbled.

Wearily, Hiro dropped his right arm. He fumbled for a moment at his left side, clumsily finding the dart he'd been shot with and pulling it out.

The tube seemed thick... and worryingly empty. But Hiro put that to the side for a moment as he reached up to activate his comm piece.

"I found our animal thief. He's been put out of commission for now," he reported.

"That's awesome, Hiro! Because we like, totally found a whole bunch of other animals in here!" Fred's voice crackled in over the line. There was a repetitive metal groaning from the Fredzilla suit's springs as the young man apparently bounced all around. "Look at this, he's got bears and badgers and Bengal tigers! Oh! Is that a yellow-tailed black cockatoo? I LOVE those guys!"

"Looks like that missing Katanga lion from the San Fransokyo zoo is here too," Gogo told him.

Hiro's eyelids began to droop, and he pulled himself upright with a shake. "Go ahead and alert the authorities. Then we should..."

He trailed off, a tired feeling beginning to roll over him, heavy like a blanket.

"Hiro?" came Honey Lemon's voice, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Grimacing and blinking hard, Hiro stumbled back a pace and lifted the dart again. "Ah, bad guy here caught me with some kind of tranquilizer dart." There was tiny black lettering on the side of the tube. Hiro squinted at the words, his vision blurring in and out. "It's uh... Xylazine?" he read off.

"IIIIIIIIII don't think that's meant for humans," Wasabi said, sounding anxious. "Isn't that an animal sedative vets use?"

"Wasabi is... correct. Xylazine... is not approved for human consumption," Baymax confirmed.

"Great," Hiro muttered. His head tilted dizzily, helmet leaning to one side. "That would have been... great. To know. Beforehand."

"Hiro," Baymax called to him in concern. "You will begin to feel... excessively drowsy and... lethargic. I suggest obtaining a reclined position, so as to reduce injury."

"Got it." Hiro staggered, his knees suddenly unable to take his weight. Was it him or was the room leaning?

Oh. Oh wait that was right he'd been... tranqed...

What was it Baymax had told him to do? It was hard to focus. He felt so heavy. Weights were dragging down his limbs, gravity pulled at his chin, making his head droop forward. He was sloshing. His feet wouldn't stay underneath him.

"That's... not... a problem..." he mumbled, his own voice sounding dull and far away. Honey Lemon was calling from his earpiece but the words were blurry, watery... incoherent. He wanted to reply but his tongue felt thick.

His knees gave way and a rattle went though his armor and helmet as the floor came up to smack him in the face.

***

"Hiro? Hiro!"

Honey Lemon kept her fingers pressed on her earpiece, but couldn't hear any reply from Hiro's end. She turned to the others, green eyes rife with worry.

"He didn't sound good," she said.

Gogo nodded, face set seriously. "We'll clean up here," she promised. "You two go get Hiro." She pointed to Baymax and Honey Lemon, then snapped into action, skating for the industrial doors and pulling them wide open.

Honey Lemon gripped her purse strap tightly and looked to Baymax.

"Which way?" she asked.

The robot pointed. "Hiro is... there."

She took off, heels clacking on the concrete in a steady, frenetic rhythm.

***

Hiro sloshed back awake, lifting his head groggily. Even that small effort seemed to drain the energy out of him, but he kept his chin raised, blinking slowly and trying to comprehend the blur in front of him.

Metal... metal... concrete... Oh. He was still in the lab. Had he passed out?

He should move. He didn't like the idea of being unconscious while next to a supervillain, even if said villain was tied up and tased.

He tried to send commands to his arms but his weak push up just caused drowsiness to flood over him again. Hiro slumped back down.

Nope, that wasn't happening.

I guess I'll just... lay here, he decided, blackness seeping into his thoughts again.

***

Honey Lemon burst into the room and looked around frantically. She quickly spotted the crumpled figures of the villain and Hiro.

"Hiro!" she cried, rushing to him at once.

Dr. Chimera mumbled deliriously from his prone position as she passed. "Who brought the purple giraffe?" came his dazed question.

Kneeling down and folding her legs underneath her, Honey Lemon turned Hiro over onto his back and began checking his vitals. She pressed her fingers against his neck.

Pulse good. Relaxed but not fluttering.

She leaned down and squinted through the visor of his helmet, catching the faint vapor spots that appeared on the glass as he inhaled and exhaled.

As Baymax shuffled up behind her, she turned her head over her shoulder.

"His vitals seem stable enough but... do you think he's okay?" she asked. "Should we take him to a hospital?" She bit her lip as she made the suggestion. Even though their relationship with the police had stabilized and improved, that didn't mean it was safe to reveal their identities just yet. Would hospital staff honor their privacy? Baymax could probably give them any medical history they'd need but there was no guarantee they'd be able to keep a lid on their secret.

If Hiro's life was in legitimate danger though, that all went out the window, in her opinion.

She would gladly trade her privacy and sense of normalcy if it meant Hiro would live.

They had lost too many friends already.

Fortunately Baymax's quick scan led to the diagnosis:

"He will be all right. The dosage of Xylazine he received is not fatal."

Honey Lemon breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"He will, however, be extremely tired for several hours, and may need to sleep the sedative off." Baymax tilted his head. "I would also recommend administering an antidote, to counteract the sedative's effects."

"Right." Honey Lemon scooted back a bit, hand hovering over the keypad of her purse. "Xylazine is... not an opioid," she remembered, rambling, brain running down quick thought trails. "But a lot of street drugs mix it with opioids so... naloxone?"

"Naloxone is the current recommended treatment for suspected Xylazine overdose," Baymax confirmed.

Honey Lemon's fingers started tapping at her keypad, carefully counting each element.

"Carbon... 19," she muttered under her breath, being very precise, her purse switched to "small batch" mode. "Hydrogen, 21..." She really would have to thank Hiro again for making her this purse; she still wasn't sure exactly how it worked but somehow it kept each individual element completely contained from the rest, only took the wanted amount from its stores each time. Being ever-conscious of just how many things inside the device would explode without those precautions she had to marvel again at the boy's genius.

Tadashi would have been so proud, she thought ruefully.

"Nitrogen... and four oxygen," she finished.

The purse popped out a tiny capsule, no bigger than the nail on her pinky finger, a single dosage of the antidote. Honey Lemon pinched it in her fingers and then carefully pulled Hiro's helmet off.

He stirred as she did so, blinking up with grimy eyes.

"W...ha...?" he said, bleary. "Whassat?" He squinted, and despite Baymax's reassurances Honey Lemon's heart panged at how vulnerable he looked. "H'ny L'mon?" he slurred.

She gave him a warm smile. "Hey Hiro," she chirruped. She held up the capsule so he could see it. "I need you take something for me okay? It's gonna help get that tranquilizer out of your system."

"Nnnnnmmmmm..." he hummed for a long moment, as if unsure. "'nkay."

Honey Lemon slipped the capsule into his mouth, which puckered as the outer coating dissolved and delivered the medicine down his throat.

"Hgnl, grozz..." he complained.

Honey Lemon's smile widened. She grabbed up Hiro's helmet, sticking it to her armor with another chem ball, then scooped up the boy himself, settling his head against her shoulder.

She returned to the others. Wasabi and Fred alerted anxiously to her arrival and even Gogo looked over in concern.

"Baymax says he's all right, just tired," she told them, and they relaxed.

"Well, good thing tomorrow's a Saturday!" Fred quipped.

With a small smile, Gogo explained, "Chief Cruz has a unit on their way."

Honey Lemon nodded. "I'll go ahead and get him home."

Baymax instinctively extended his wings and let the young woman hop on, and moments later they were streaking over the cool windswept streets of San Fransokyo.

***

Sneaking Hiro and the several-foot tall Baymax into the house was harder than Honey Lemon anticipated. Baymax couldn't remove his armor by himself and couldn't fit in through the door—or the upper story window for that matter—with it on. Honey Lemon had to set Hiro down on a chem ball cushion splatter and painstakingly remove each armor piece one by one, leaving them in the open garage under a tarp. From there it was a relatively simple process of dissolving her spatter and carrying Hiro very quietly up past the living area and into his room.

She stowed his helmet and armor under the bed, but left his undershirt and the rest of his clothes on; she didn't really feel comfortable undressing him while he was out.

Baymax tugged off Hiro's boots and then pulled the blanket over him. He stirred a little, cracking open his eyes.

He froze, breath hitching a little. Honey Lemon guessed he was disoriented, and confused about where he was.

"It's okay," she told him, sitting down in a chair next to the bed and patting his hand softly. "You're at home, Hiro. You're gonna be fine."

"Lab...?" he asked, groggily.

"The others are taking care of it." She smiled. "Just lay back okay?"

Relieved, Hiro sagged back into the pillow. He seemed slightly more coherent than before, but still delirious and watery-eyed.

"You may depart, if you wish, Honey Lemon," Baymax's neutral voice piped up. "I will monitor his symptoms."

Honey Lemon shifted in her seat to get up, but Hiro's fingers unexpectedly grabbed at hers.

"Don't..." he said, tone quiet and pleading. "Donngo. Don' wanna be 'lone."

Her heart splintered at that. "Oh, I..." She looked anxiously at the door and then back at Hiro. "I don't think..."

Her voice trailed off, watching him shift sleepily, bangs falling over his face to tickle his nose.

She gave in easily, leaned in with a smile.

"I'm right here, Hiro," she promised, brushing the bangs away from his eyes. "You can rest now. I'll stay with you."

His eyes stayed closed, but his mouth twitched with a faint grin. "Th'nks... H'ny L'mon..." he sighed, words blurring together. "Ynnow 've... 'lways.. kinda hadda crush... onyou..."

"I know, Hiro," she said, patting his hand indulgently, amused despite herself at how loopy the tranquilizer was making him.

"Sle'py..." he mumbled, sinking into the pillow and relaxing.

Within a few moments, he was breathing deeply, in total slumber, oblivious to the world.

Honey Lemon slipped her hand out from Hiro's and tapped her fists in front of her face, brows scrunched with concern.

"He won't remember this in the morning, will he?" she asked Baymax, slightly anxious, pointing down at Hiro.

Baymax tilted his head and blinked. "I do not think so."

"Oh good," Honey Lemon breathed in relief. "That would be so embarrassing for him." She stood up from the chair, stretching her long arms over her head. "Wake me before Aunt Cass gets up, would you?" she instructed the healthcare bot, before stepping over to the bean bag chair and sinking into it for the night.

Baymax calmly observed from his charging station as the two young heroes dropped off to sleep.

[handstitchedanarchist]

Whumptober 2022 Master List: 

I’m planning on completing all the prompts, but it will definitely take longer than a month! I’ll be happy if I get these all done by the end of December! 

Future fics concepts are definitely subject to change

Ideas/prompts welcome! (but no guarantees that’s where the inspiration will take me, lol)

Link to the Series on AO3 

Prompts:

No. 1 A Little Out of the Ordinary: Adverse Effects, Unconventional Restraints, This wasn’t supposed to happen

Anakin doesn’t turn AU - Part 1

Title: The More Things Change…

No. 2 Nowhere to Run: Cornered, Caged, Confrontation

The Coruscant Guard in the days leading up to Order 66

Title: Impending

No. 3 Hair’s Breadth from Death: Gun to Temple, “Say Goodbye,” Impaled

Jesse and Fives die on Umbara. Kix is losing it.

Title: Fuel, Meet Fire

No. 4 Dead on your Feet: Hidden Injury, Waking up Disoriented, Can’t Pass Out

Cody took one too many stims and now he can’t go under

Title: The Smiling Death

No. 5 Every Whumpee’s Needs: Blood loss, Running out of air, hyperthermia (fever)

Kix accidentally removes the general's slave chip in surgery. Rex grapples with what that means for them.

Title: Send the Whole Damned Thing Down the Drain 

No. 6 Proof of Life: Ransom Video, “I’ve got a pulse,” Screams from Across the Hall

Darth Sidious takes on more than one apprentice. Years later, Fox makes a maybe-friend.

Title: Proof of Life 

No. 7 The way you shake and shiver: Shaking hands, Seizures, Silent panic attack

Kix kind of loses his mind after Umbara. He’s sent to the Coruscant Guard.

Title: 404: Sanity Not Found 

No. 8 Everything hurts and I’m dying: Stomach pain, Head trauma, back from the dead

Fox dies like he lived. He’s not as dead as he hoped. Post O66

No. 9 The very noisy night: Sleeping in shifts, Tossing and turning, Caught in a storm

No. 10 Poor unfortunate souls: Taser, Whipping, Waterboarding

No. 11 “911, what’s your emergency?”: Sloppy bandages, Self-done first aid, Makeshift splint

No. 12 What could go wrong? “Mayday, mayday,” cave in, rusty nail

No. 13 Can’t make an omelet without breaking a few legs: Fracture, Dislocation, “Are you here to break me out?”

No. 14 Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain: Desperate measures, failed escape, “I’ll be right behind you”

No. 15 Emotional Damage: Lies, New scars, Breathing through the pain

No. 16 No Way Out: Mind control, Paralytic drugs, “No one’s coming”

No. 17 Hanging by a threat: Breaking point, Stress positions, Reluctant caretaker

No. 18 Let’s break the ice: “Just get it over with,” treading water, “take my coat”  

No. 19 Enough is enough: Knees buckling, repeatedly passing out, head lolling

No. 20 It’s been a long day: Going into shock, fetal position, prisoner trade

No. 21 Famous last words: Coughing up blood, “you’re safe now,” “take me instead”

No. 22 Pick your poison: Toxic, withdrawal, allergic reaction

No. 23 At the end of their rope: Forced to kneel, Tied to a table, “Hold them down”

No. 24 Fight, Flight, or Freeze: Blood covered hands, “I don’t want to do this anymore,” Catatonic

No. 25 Silence is golden: Lost voice, duct tape, “You better start talking”

No. 26 No one left behind: Separated, Rope burns, “Why did you save me?”

No. 27 Pushed to the limit: Muffled screams, Stumbling, Magical Exhaustion

No. 28 It’s just the tip of the iceberg: Anger born of worry, Punching the Wall, Headache

No. 29 What doesn’t kill me…: Sleep deprivation, Defiance, “Better me than you”

No. 30 Note to self: Don’t get kidnapped: Manhandled, Hair grabbing, “Please don’t touch me”

No. 31 A light at the end of the tunnel: Comfort, Bedside vigil, “You can rest now”

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2022 Prompt List

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

No. 13 CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Lies | New Scars | Breathing through the Pain

No. 16 NO WAY OUT

Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

"Just get it over with." |  Treading Water | "Take my Coat"

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”

No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

Alternative Prompts List

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Ringing Ears

Whimpering

Dazed and Confused

Touch Starved

Ambushed

Sensory Overload

Protective

Made to Watch

Quicksand

Adrenaline Crash

Stabbed

Carried to Safety

Crutches

Emergency Blanket

Tears

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask - A link can be found at the end of this post. ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “bee”, you can create something about bees, about yellow and black striped baseball bats or bees on bandaids. It’s up to you.

Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme.  These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2022 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing,  …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us, if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.14, #underpressure). If you post works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :) Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters using one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like to whump.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes,  but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.  

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine.  The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What is whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start writing early!

Q. How do I tag triggers?

Just tag the word, ex. emeto

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

If you want your work archived on the blog, then yes. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.  

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2022 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord or come into our ask box :)

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

[writer-in-theory]

Whumptober 2022 Masterlist

Ships Included: - Harringrove - Steddie - Mungrove - Harringroveson

Gen Fics: - Steve & Robin - Steve & The Party - Billy & El/Jane - Billy & Max

◇ NO. 1 — A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY (Steve Harrington & The Party) Adverse Effect | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

Steve is the babysitter, he's meant to be taking care of everyone else so he'll do anything in his power to keep doing it.

◇ NO. 2 — NOWHERE TO RUN (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove) Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Billy comes to a tough realization after graduation.

◇ NO. 3 — HAIR'S BREADTH FROM DEATH (Steddie, Implied Past Harringrove) Gun to Temple | "Say goodbye" | Impaled

Steve is apparently supposed to die in 24 hours, but there's so much left to say.

◇ NO. 4 — DEAD ON YOUR FEET (Harringrove) Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can't Pass Out

Steve notices the signs in Billy, and wonders how no one's ever noticed before.

◇ NO. 5 — EVERY WHUMPEE'S NEEDS (Steddie) Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

In which Steve doesn't want his bat-inflicted injuries to distract from the mission.

◇ NO. 6 — PROOF OF LIFE (Harringrove) Ransom Video | "I've got a pulse" | Screams from Across the Hall

After Starcourt, Steve wakes in a hospital and no one will tell him if Billy made it out.

◇ NO. 7 — THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER (Steddie) Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

When Eddie held that bottle up to his neck, it brought far too many memories to the surface for Steve.

◇ NO. 8 — EVERYTHING HURTS AND I'M DYING (Steddie) Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

After another concussion, Steve is pretty sure he's hallucinating. People can't come back from the dead, right?

◇ NO. 9 — THE VERY NOISY NIGHT (Steddie) Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

The night reminds them too much of what happened, so they decide to get through it together.

◇ NO. 10 — POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley) Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

What if the Russians had more time with Steve and Robin?

◇ NO. 11 — 911, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY? (Billy Hargrove, Implied Harringrove) Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | makeshift splint

Billy thought he'd died in Starcourt, but he woke up alone in a strange version of the world he knew.

◇ NO. 12 — WHAT COULD GO WRONG? (Harringrove) Alt Prompt: Ringing Ears

Steve tried hard to keep it from him, but Billy finds out there have been lasting effects from all of the head trauma.

◇ NO. 13 — CAN'T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS (Harringrove) Fracture | Dislocation | "Are you here to break me out?"

Steve finds out about the lock on Billy's door. Good thing he's had plenty of practice sneaking into windows.

◇ NO. 14 — DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley)

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | "I'll be right behind you"

When they confront Vecna again, Steve is determined to make sure they won’t lose. At any cost.

◇ NO. 15 — EMOTIONAL DAMAGE (Harringroveson) Lies | New Scars | Breathing Through the Pain

It's the first summer after it all, and the boys have new scars.

◇ NO. 16 — NO WAY OUT (Billy Hargrove, Implied Harringrove) Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | "No one's coming"

Billy was aware when the mind flayer took control of him, too aware.

◇ NO. 17 — HANGING BY A THREAT (Harringrove) Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

They’ve never had a positive interaction before, but when Steve notices Billy on the side of the road he knows there’s no other option but to stop.

◇ NO. 18 — LET'S BREAK THE ICE (Harringrove) "Just get it over with" | Treading Water | "Take my coat"

Steve has new migraine medication. He's also terrified of needles.

◇ NO. 19 — ENOUGH IS ENOUGH (Steddie) Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

Steve gets to Eddie in time to get the bats away, but now they have to get out of the Upside Down.

◇ NO. 20 — IT'S BEEN A LONG DAY (Harringrove) Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

It's 1991 and Steve Harrington is celebrating the end of the cold war with a bottle of vodka Murray had sent them all when he gets a call about an American prisoner that had been returned.

◇ NO. 21 — FAMOUS LAST WORDS (Steddie) Coughing Up Blood | "You're safe now" | "Take me instead"

They say nothing is worse than the pain of coughing up flowers. Steve thinks loving without return wins.

◇ NO. 22 — PICK YOUR POISON (Harringrove, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove & Eleven/Jane Hopper) Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

Dustin and El convince Steve and Billy to quit smoking together. Neither of them are happy about it.

◇ NO. 23 — AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE (Mungrove) Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | "Hold them down"

The lab knows something weird happened to Eddie and Billy when they were in the Upside Down, they're determined to find out why.

◇ NO. 24 — FIGHT, FLIGHT, OR FREEZE (Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield) Blood Covered Hands | "I don't want to do this anymore" | Catatonic

Though Billy was reckless, he was the best driver Max ever knew. She never expected this.

◇ NO. 25 — SILENCE IS GOLDEN (Harringrove) Lost Voice | Duct Tape | "You better start talking"

When Steve can't speak after what the Russians did, the most unlikely of people are there to help.

◇ NO. 26 — NO ONE LEFT BEHIND (Harringrove) Separated | Rope Burns | "Why did you save me?"

Billy runs away from Neil, having to say goodbye to the one boy he's ever loved. Years later, Steve goes on a road trip with his nuggets.

◇ NO. 27 — PUSHED TO THE LIMIT (Billy Hargrove & Eleven/Jane Hopper) Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

When El pushes herself too hard, Billy is there to remind her to slow down.

◇ NO. 28 — IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG (Harringrove) Anger Born from Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

It's the worst call Billy has ever gotten when he’s told Steve is in the hospital.

◇ NO. 29 — WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME... (Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley) Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | "Better me than you"

Steve and Robin finally talk about what happened in the Russian base.

◇ NO. 30 — NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED (Steddie) Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | "Please don't touch me"

Steve was so worried about the Upside Down monsters he forgot how evil humans could be.

◇ NO. 31 — A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL (Harringrove) Comfort | Bedside Vigil | "You can rest now"

Billy and Steve get an apartment in California together, away from everything that had hurt them.

[topguncortez]

➢Thank you to the incredible @a-reader-and-a-writer for inspiring me to do this and @whumptober for making this possible! Here’s the LINK to the full whumptober post:)

➣One topic/day will be assigned to one character for that day (i.e Jake gets Day 1, Rooster Day 2, Floydsin Day 3). I will not be doing more than one character a day unless! Its a slash pairing (view characters list for more info about what slash pairings I do. 

➣ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS. As these topics all fall under the WHUMP category, there will be heavy content written and shared. Fics will be tagged accordingly, but no minors are permitted to interact. If I find you are a minor interacting, you will be blocked immediately. 

➣During this time I will not be posting any other fics/blurbs/one-shots or taking requests, primarily because I’ll be writing a lot and posting a lot and I don’t need that added stress.

➣Requesting goes as follows: Pick a day, a prompt, and a character. As I said before, one character will be used a day. Therefore, whatever day and character come in first will be assigned. Look at the examples below for help:

Example: “Jake, Day 27 pls! With Muffled Screams!” 

-Jake will be used as the main character on Day 27. 

Example: "Rooster Day 18! prompt: Take my coat!" 

    "Iceman day 18! using: Just get it over with "

-Rooster will be used as the main character on Day 18 because the request came in first. 

➣My normal requesting rules still stand: if you are a blank blog, a minor, a character I don’t write for, or exceed the two-three sentence limit, your request will not be fulfilled. Check out my request outline here XXX

➣I will update the calendar/character list on SUNDAYS, so you know what days are left. 

➣ALL REQUESTS MUST BE DONE BY: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3OTH (exceptions maybe made if days aren’t all filled)

(the days are in bold)

1 | A little out of the ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

2|  Nowhere to Run

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

3| Hairs breadth from Death

Gun to Temple | “say Goodbye.” | Impaled

4 | Dead on your Feet

Hidden Injury | Waking up disoriented | Can’t pass out

5 | Every Whumpee’s Needs

Blood Loss | Running out of air | Hyperthermia

6 | Proof of Life

Ransom video | “I’ve got a pulse.” | Screams from Across the Hall

7 | The way you Shake and Shiver

Shaking hands | Seizers | Silent Panic Attack

8 | Everything hurts and I’m dying

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

9 | The very Noisy Night

Sleeping in Shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

10 | Poor unfortunate Souls

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

11 | “911 What’s your emergency?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-done first Aid | makeshift Splint

12 | What could go wrong?

“Mayday, Mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

13 | Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few legs

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?” 

14 | Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain

Desperate measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.” 

15 | Emotional Damage

Lies | New scars | Breathing through the pain

16 | No Way Out

Mind control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

17 | Hanging by a thread

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | reluctant caretaker

18 | Let’s break the Ice

“Just get it over with.” | Treading Water | “Take my coat.”

19 | Enough is Enough

Knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | Head lolling

20 | It’s been a long day

Going into shock | fetal position | prisoner trade

21 | Famous Last Words

Coughing up blood | “You’re safe now.”  | “take me instead.”

22 | Pick your poison

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic reaction

23 | At the end of their rope

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a table | “Hold them down.”

24 | Fight flight or Freeze

Blood covered Hands | “I don’t want to do this anymore.” | Catatonic

25 | Silence is Golden

Lost Voice | Duct tape | “You better start talking.”

26 | No One left Behind

Separated | Rope burns | “Why did you save me?”

27 | Pushed to the Limit

Muffled screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

28 | It’s just the tip of the iceberg

Anger born of worry | Punching the wall | Headache

29 | What doesn’t kill me…

Sleep deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

30 | Note to Self: don’t get kidnapped

Manhandled | hair grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

31 | A light at the end of the tunnel

Comfort | Beside Vigil | “ You can rest now.”

MY CHARACTER LIST/PAIRINGS: 

➣Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin 

➣Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 

➣Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

➣Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace 

➣Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell 

➣Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky 

➣Nick ‘Goose’ Bradshaw 

➣Henry ‘Wolfman’ Ruth

➣Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson 

➣Floydsin (Bob x Hangman)

➣Hangster (Rooster x Hangman)

➣Opposites Attract 

➣Rhett Abbott (might possibly be cross posted on my main account @basiccortez)

➣taglist form

➣all writing will also be cross posted on @cortezslibrary

[aro-aizawa]

whumptober 2022!

okay im gonna try and get a headstart on writing for whumptober this year because i am determined to get further than filling 5 prompts bc if i can pass that goal then i’ll be in a better shape to keep the momentum going and do even better next year. THAT BEING SAID i v much would love to continue in the same manner and take requests. so! here are the fandom’s i’ll be writing for this year, and the characters i gravitate towards:

batfam (i have almost zero canon info outside of all the movies and whatever i read in fanfics but i love the family dynamics sm, and this is my current hyperfixation so prompts are v much more likely to be filled): - tim drake

miraculous ladybug - marinette dupain-cheng

danny phantom - danny fenton

avatar the last airbender - zuko

fullmetal alchemist - edward elric

my hero academia (maybe - my mha fixation is like the furthest orbit rn so no clue if it’ll come around before the end of october but if the prompt is good who knows - midoriya izuku

you’re allowed to request as many times as you like! however, sometimes i just won’t have any inspo from the request so it might not make the cut, sorry! i’m also pre-emptively replacing some prompts and blacking others out so i don’t have to write anything that makes me feel icky or just isn’t my jam, or so i can write prompts that are v much my jam. so here’s the prompt list!

1. a little out of the ordinary - stabbed / marinette ✔  [ao3]

adverse effects | alt: stabbed | "this wasn't supposed to happen”

2. nowhere to run - caged / izuku ✔  [ao3]

cornered | caged | confrontation

3. hair’s breadth from death - gun to temple / edward ✔

gun to temple | “say goodbye” | impaled

4. dead on your feet - hidden injury / marinette || can’t pass out / marinette

hidden injury | waking up disorientated | can’t pass out

5. every whumpee’s needs - hyperthermia / tim

blood loss | running out of air | hyperthermia

6. proof of life

ransom video | “i’ve got a pulse” | screams from across the hall

7. the way you shake and shiver

shaking hands | seizures | silent panic attack

8. everything hurts and i’m dying - stomach pain / tim

stomach pain | head trauma | back from the dead

9. the very noisy night

sleeping in shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

10. poor unfortunate souls - waterboarding / zuko

taser | whipping | waterboarding

11. “911, what’s your emergency?”

sloppy bandages | self-done first aid | makeshift splint

12. what could go wrong?

alt: ambushed | cave in | rusty nail

13. can’t make an omlette without breaking a few legs

fracture | dislocation | “are you here to break me out?”

14. die a hero or live long enough to become a villain

desperate measures | failed escape | “i’ll be right behind you”

15. emotional damage

lies | new scars | alt: touch starved

16. no way out

mind control | paralytic drugs | “no one’s coming”

17. hanging by a threat

breaking point | stress positions | reluctant caretaker

18. let’s break the ice

“just get it over with” | treading water | “take my coat”

19. enough is enough - knees buckling or repeatedly passing out / danny

knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | head lolling

20. it’s been a long day

going into shock | fetal position | prisoner trade

21. famous last words

coughing up blood | “you’re safe now” | take me instead”

22. pick your poison

toxic | withdrawal | allergic reaction

23. at the end of their rope

forced to kneel | tied to a table | “hold them down”

24. fight, flight or freeze - blood covered hands / marinette

blood covered hands | “i don’t want to do this anymore” | catatonic

25. silence is golden

lost voice | duct tape | “you better start talking”

26. no one left behind

separated | rope burns | “why did you save me?”

27. pushed to the limit

muffled screams | stumbling | magical exhaustion

28. it’s just the tip of the iceberg - sensory overload / edward

alt: sensory overload | punching the wall | headache

29. what doesn’t kill me...

sleep deprivation | defiance | “better me than you”

30. note to self: don’t get kidnapped

manhandled | hair grabbing | “please don’t touch me”

31. a light at the end of the tunnel

comfort | beside vigil | “you can rest now”