#box baby whump

[parasiticstars]

[proud box baby owner voice] “see the reason your pets are all miserable is you don’t feed them shit. They’re all skin and bones and sunken in eyes. Not mine though. They’re got meat on them. Some substance. When I throw mine into The Basement they’re perfectly padded and comfortable.”

[sickficideas]

okay but dazai actually letting himself react and be affected by getting hurt, letting kunikida “baby” him, letting himself cry while kunikida holds him, etc :(

This is so important 2 me....I imagine it takes him quite a while to get to this point but very slowly over time he subconsciously realizes that Kunikida is safe to him🥺💔 one of my favorite things for this is Kunikida washing his hair...😭😭😭💔

[boxboysandotherwhump]

@redwingedwhump since we are talking about more sci-fi elements in the bbu. Here is a snippet from the boxboy comic I started :3

[lights-out-knives-out]

Back at it with some art!

Ok so these folks are from my Box boy story, everyone wearing pink is a rescued Boxie. Bianca runs a shelter where she helps Boxies back into society.

James and Vivian are the main two which we follow. James’s mom was a Boxie so he was kinda born into the system. Shit happens, his moms out of the picture, and he lives with Bianca at her shelter. Yes, Vivian is modified, he is part bunny.

This is maybe going to be like a slice of life, but a lot more trauma and fighting. Mostly from James

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A chance encounter

Words: 1,732 [also on AO3]

Rated: E

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Blood and violence; Sex work (implied); Attempted non-con; Homophobic language; Steve Harrington whump; Eddie Munson whump; Protective Eddie Munson; Protective Steve Harrington

Notes: Happy birthday, @house-of-the-moving-image! I hope you have the most wonderful of days. I'm so happy to have found you as a friend and partner in crime. Hope you enjoy your extra long chunk of Upside Diner, even though it turned out quite gritty for a birthday fic. 😅💕🛼

Eddie grumbles under his breath as he locks the office door and steps out into the dark street. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job. Hellfire Records is his baby. Making music, working with all sorts of different artists and bands, helping them make a name for themselves - it’s everything he ever wanted and never thought he could have growing up in the smalltown hell of Hawkins, Indiana. 

What he doesn’t love is the meetings and the paperwork and the phone calls, especially on days like this, when it all drags on until well into the night. 

The echoes of his boots bounce off the empty streets as he makes his way towards the little diner at the corner. Checking his wristwatch, he swears again. Fuck, it’s even later than he thought. What if Steve’s shift is already over? The thought makes his stomach clench with an unpleasant feeling that distinctly feels like disappointment. The realization makes him pause and furrow his brow. 

Maybe it’s a little bit pathetic, how quickly his visits to the diner have become the highlight of his day. Maybe it’s a little bit weird that he hasn’t had dinner anywhere else in literal weeks. Maybe it’s a little bit creepy, this obsession with a boy he knew fleetingly in highschool. An obsession that makes him come by every single day after work, without fail, just to chew on soggy fries and greasy burgers and watch said boy waiting tables, gliding around like an angel in chunky roller skates and stupidly short shorts. 

Maybe he has a problem. 

And maybe he doesn’t care. 

Because for all his initial reluctance and bite, Steve has actually started coming around. Has been accepting Eddie’s money and attempts at conversation with barely a complaint. Has even stopped asking why Eddie keeps ordering way too much food for one person alone, taking the leftovers behind his counter to munch on. Hell, last week when Eddie came in, he even looked up from the order he was taking and flashed him a wave and smile. Eddie rode that high all night and well into the next day. 

It’s the memory of that smile that makes him pick up his steps. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll catch Steve at the tail end of his shift and convince him to stay around for a little longer. 

The diner is empty, except for a lone person in uniform wiping down tables behind the neon-lit window pane. It isn’t Steve. Eddie spares one glance at the bored-looking girl and turns away with an annoyed groan. That’s it, he thinks, pulling his headphones from his pocket and slamming them on with a little more force than strictly necessary. Tonight officially sucks. Time to go home and fix himself some SpaghettiOs, turn on a late night show and fall asleep in front of the- 

For the rest of his life, he’ll thank fate for making him fumble with his discman. Because if he’d hit the play button a second earlier, he would never have heard the voices. But this way, he does, and this way, he halts his steps, peering into the narrow side alley with a wrinkled brow. The light of the streetlamps only reaches so far, and everything he can see are the dumpsters and old cardboard boxes at its entrance. Beyond them, everything is dark. 

“Dude, get your hands off me, I said no.” 

Steve.

Eddie is halfway around the dumpsters before he even knows it, heart beating in his ribcage like a jackhammer. The alley reeks of piss and rotting garbage. At its far end, almost hidden behind another dumpster, are two figures. Eddie can’t make out their faces, but he also doesn’t need to. The colorful uniform is unmistakable, even in the murky half-light, even though it’s paired with a pair of sneakers rather than roller skates. And besides, he’d know that ridiculously floofy hairdo anywhere. 

He doesn’t know the other man. Only knows that the guy's hands are grabbing Steve’s arms and shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he attempts to wrestle him to his knees. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” the man hisses just as Eddie rounds the dumpster. “I’ll make it quick.” 

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Steve sneers, trying to struggle out of his hold. “I said get your fucking hands off me.” 

The man slaps him across the face. Steve makes a pained noise and loses his balance, going down on his knees on the dirty ground. 

The man laughs, curt and mean.

“There you go,” he coos. One of his hands grabs a fist full of chestnut hair while the other reaches for the half-undone fly of his pants. “Now be a good little slut and-” 

The force of the impact sends the discman tumbling from Eddie’s pocket. It shatters on the ground somewhere, parts flying in all directions, but he doesn’t have eyes for it. Instead, he grabs the asshole by the lapels of his cheap suit and hauls him against the nearest wall. The back of the asshole’s head hits the bricks, and Eddie thinks he hears something crack. Good. 

“Eddie?” 

While the man sags against the wall, groaning and cradling his head, Eddie whirls on Steve. Steve, who's just swaying to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. His cheek is flushed and starting to bruise. 

“Shit,” Eddie swears. “Are you-” 

Pain explodes inside his skull, sudden and all consuming. He stumbles, trying to keep his footing and cracks his head on the hard metal edge of the dumpster in the process. He manages to blink the stars from his vision just in time to see the man's fist flying at him. The blow makes his ears ring and copper flood his mouth, and when he regains his senses, he's on the ground with two hands closing around his throat. 

“Thought you'd play the hero, huh?” The man's grin is a manic grimace. A glob of spit hits Eddie’s cheek. “Well, how'd that work out for you, you stupid little-” 

“Hey, shitface!” 

The man snarls and turns. Eddie doesn’t see what happens, just knows that something goes crunch and suddenly the hands pressing down on his windpipe are gone. The man's voice turns into a high-pitched wail of pain. 

Eddie rolls around, coughing and gasping for air, and props himself up on his elbows. The man has shrunk against the next wall, clutching at his face. Crimson blood is bubbling out from between his fingers, hitting the alley floor in a steady pattern of drips. 

“Fuck off,” Steve says and lowers the hand holding the roller skate. His voice is deadly calm, his face steely. “Remember to put away your dick first.” 

The guy stares at him. Steve raises the roller skate again, just a little. The asshole whimpers and scrambles upright, mumbling something to himself. Eddie thinks he catches something about fucking lunatic fags, but he can't be sure, what with the way his voice comes out all wet and garbled. And then he's gone, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

Steve drops the roller skate. 

“Fuck,” be whispers, crouching down next to Eddie and brushing hesitant fingers over his split lip. Ten minutes ago, Eddie would’ve given anything to feel those hands on his face, but now he winces and recoils at the sting of pain. 

Steve retracts his hand, flopping down on the ground with a heavy sigh. The shorts ride up with the movement, exposing strong, muscled thighs. His knees are scraped from hitting the asphalt, little droplets of blood beading on the torn skin. 

“What’d you go and do that for?” Steve asks, scrubbing a hand down his face. All of the steel is gone from his voice. He sounds tired instead, infinitely tired. “I had it under control.” 

Eddie can’t help it, he barks a laugh. “Oh, did you, big boy? When was that, exactly? When he backhanded you? Or when he had you by the hair and was about to shove his cock down your-”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who got punched and choked half to death!” Steve snaps. 

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. The boy has a point, sort of. He doesn’t need a mirror to tell which one of them is looking the worse for wear right now, not with the white-hot pain still throbbing through his face with every heartbeat. 

“He didn’t choke me half to death,” he mutters lamely. Steve huffs a humorless laugh. 

“Thanks, anyway,” he then says. It comes out so quietly that Eddie nearly misses it, and when he looks up, Steve has averted his eyes. Eddie has an acute flashback to their first meeting at the diner, when Steve reluctantly accepted his tip money. “Could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up.” 

Eddie feels his mouth tug into a grin, even though his lip stings like an entire beehive. 

“Anytime, Stevie. Now c’mon, let’s get outtaaaaah, shit.” 

Trying to stand is a bad idea. The moment he’s upright, another firework of pain goes off behind his temples and the ground tilts out from under him. The only thing that saves him from going right down again is Steve jumping to his feet and looping one of Eddie’s arms around his shoulders. 

“Shit, he got you good,” he mutters. Eddie can only hum in agreement, too preoccupied with keeping the meager contents of his stomach down. “We should probably get you somewhere with a first aid kit at least.” 

“‘s okay,” Eddie slurs, inadvertently leaning closer into Steve’s warmth. He smells of shampoo and frying fat and blood. “I’ll be fine, I live nearby.” 

Steve’s eyes flit over his face, then off to the side, then back to his face again. He licks his lips and even in his dazed state, Eddie can clearly see how he wars with himself. Finally, he gulps and straightens his spine. 

“Okay,” he says, adjusting Eddie’s weight on his shoulders. “Let’s go then.” 

It’s weird, Eddie thinks as they start to hobble their way down the dark street. He must’ve fantasized a thousand times about taking Steve Harrington home, but never once did he think it’d play out like this. Then again, things in his life rarely go as he imagines, so he supposes he’s just gonna roll with it.

@steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 4

Tag list: @grtwdsmwhr @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon

[3-2-whump]

Inspiration comes from anywhere, folks

[whumpsoda]

WSFSP - Lick It Clean

Masterlist

This is pretty small but I really wanted to get something done :)

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, romantic whumpee, conditioned whumpee, dubcon mention

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“I’m disappointed, Princey.” The tap, tap, tap of his boots rang against the marble with each step Atticus took around the contrastingly vibrant pool of polish. “I thought you knew better than this.”

His pet, so beautiful kneeling, hung his head low. “I- I’m so sorry sir-,”

“No stuttering.”

Eyes going wide, Prince swallowed. “I’m sorry, sir. I beg for forgiveness.” Atticus wanted to give his luxurious lips the biggest kiss just for that, but had to hold himself back. He couldn’t ruin that wonderful look of fear scribbled over his features. “I just wanted to make you think my nails looked pretty-,”

“No excuses.”

“Sorry.” His gaze flickered from the floor to Atticus, seemingly searching for any semblance of affection. It was only a minor spill, after all. “My deepest apologies, sir.”

“Whatever shall I do with you? Making a mess like this?” Laughing, Atticus inflicted a stinging bitterness into his words. Just like how he spoke to the mutt. “You know the maids take care of your nails well enough already, stupid thing, color would ruin them. Especially whatever color that is.”

His fingers tap, tap, tapped over the white of the bathroom wall. “I want to see you grovel, Princey.”

Pressing his head to the floor, Prince stuck his sweet ass in the air, almost as if it would distract his owner from the punishment he was inflicting. Sensual and trained. A slut even in fear. “I apologize sir, please forgive me. Please, please, sir.”

The mess was really of no meaning to him - the maids would have it disappear in a matter of seconds. His Princey was just oh so very cute when he was scared.

“What punishment do you deserve?” He took his pet by the chin, tipping him back to a kneel. “How about the dog house?”

Instinctively he yelped a whine, slick and squeaking with horror.

“I’m just kidding, Princey, I would never. That’s reserved for the mutt.” Atticus felt as he relaxed back into his owner’s grip. “Besides, being balled up in there would ruin your hair.”

Gazing with those gentle, puppy dog eyes of his, Prince pouted. “I’m so, so sorry, sir, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

“So eager.” He chuckled, and his doggy flinched. “Princey? My pet?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You see my boot?” Letting go of the pet’s chin, Atticus sat to the edge of the tub. “Lick it clean.”

Jaw falling slack, Prince stifled a gasp. Shock filled terror looked so delicious in his face, so much so that Atticus couldn’t resist a grin as his pet nodded. “Y- yes, sir. Yes, sir.”

Tongue outstretched and quivering, Prince hesitated, just before the shoe was shoved into his open mouth. “Get a little more there, okay Princey? Won’t you baby?”

Watching with intense attention, Atticus had his chin rest to his palm. “Oh, I think you missed a spot. A little to the left.”

Brows furrowing, Prince dipped up. “Mmmgh-,”

“Oh dear!” Atticus exclaimed. How absolutely adorable. Just what he’d paid for. “You can’t remember which is which? Well doesn’t that just suck. My dumb Princey.”

Tears clouded his pet’s eyes, and Atticus watched him fail to blink them away. “Did I hurt your feelings, Princey? Sir is so mean loving, and caring for you. But I didn’t tell you to cry.”

His Princey. His perfect pet, whose perfect slobber and tears coated his freshly new work shoe.

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Masterlist

Taglist - @softvampirewhump @ivymyers @taterswhump @octopus-reactivated @tippytappytyping

@distracted-obsessions @starfields08000 @bitchaknso @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @scoundrelwithboba

@whumped-by-glitter @whumpering-heights @arlin-always-writing @bilightningwhumper @sharkyydoesnothing

If anyone wants to be removed or added to the taglist, please let me know! :)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!!! 💜💜💜 I was hoping you could help me find some fics with John as an active medical doctor or E.R. nurse?? Ideally when (or how) he meets Sherlock? *eyebrow wiggle*

Not sure where the urge comes from, but just have a hankering for some hospital shenanigans, haha.

Ty babes!!! 🫶 - Liri

JOHN IS CURRENTLY A DOCTOR

Hey Liri!!!!

Oooo good question!! First off, of course I will rec these probably-John-related-medical-themed fics:

John at the Surgery

Doctor / Caretaker John

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 2

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 3

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 4

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 5

Quarantine / Lockdown / Pandemic (MFL’s)

Coronavirus / CoVID-19 (MFLs)

Then, I have a few where he meets Sherlock as a doctor, though I haven't read them I don't believe... from a tag search and quickly skimming the descriptions. I know I've probably missed a tonne or effed up somewhere, but I'd love to make another list, so if anyone has more for Liri, let me know <3

BOOKMARKS

Non-Toxic by NinjaNina2 (M, 1,713 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Established Relationship, Oneshot, Stubborn Sherlock, Worried John, Doctor John, Fluff and Humour, Misunderstandings)  – Based on previous experiences, John has every right to be worried when gone for a medical conference, but what is the extent of damage This time…?!?

Q 1 HR by stillwaters01 (G, 1,795 w., 1 Ch. || New Year's Eve, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF John, Friendship, Doctor John) – On New Year’s Eve, Sherlock discovers that sometimes it’s the seemingly innocuous, rather than life-threatening, conditions that can keep John from The Work. And John is reminded just how deeply their friendship runs.

Excerpts from Purgatory by reapersun, what_alchemy (E, 5,829 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, Doctor John, Reunion Fic, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Bottomlock, Fic with Pics)  – John serves community service in homeless shelters for chinning the superintendent. Unbeknownst to him, the Homeless Network has his back.

And A Doctor by stillwaters01 (T, 24,962 w., 6 Ch. || Five and One, BAMF John, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor John, Friendship, Character Study) – It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn’t just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That “doctor” actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

Turn Left at the Park by Glenmore (NR (E), 37,409 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting / ASiP Divergence, Case Fic, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Loneliness, No Mary, Possessive Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Nightmares/PTSD, Sherlock Saves John, Sherlock Whump-ish, Doctor John) – So what would have happened if John hadn't walked through the park and met Stamford? What if, instead, he walked around the park and just went home?

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Realigning Gravity Series by Raina_at (E, 69,159+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Sci-Fi / 24th Century Future AU || Post TRF, Cybernetic John, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Developing Relationship, Anniversary, Case Fic, Happy Endings, Doctor John) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court. Part 1 of the Care And Companionship series

MARKED FOR LATER

Take me to Baker Street by MorganeUK (G, 2,087 w., 1 Ch. || Adult Ballet AU || Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Doctor John, Song Fic, Pre-Slash) – I always loved Sergei Polunin interpretation of Take me to the church so I decided to write a version where Sherlock is a ballet dancer in serious need of a doctor…

A Doctor's Touch by my_dear_man (E, 3,275 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || First Time, Taking Care, Sick Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Fluff and Angst, Blow Jobs, Love Confessions, Hallucinations, Guilt, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Angst with a Happy Ending) – "I will be there, you may be sure. "I was ill at that time but not on the brink of my death bed, a nasty flu was the case, and yet, he came by to our old rooms, like the good doctor that he is and ever will be.

Fugue (n.) by reyiosa (NR [G], 3,281 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Universe || Post-TRF, Hospital, Hallucinations, Coma, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, It Was All A Dream) – A Sherlock AU were it turns out Sherlock has made up his whole life with John as a consulting detective while stuck in a coma caused by an overdose. The real John is just a kind doctor at the hospital that sits by Sherlock’s bed and reads him detective stories.

John Hamish Watson Lestrade by MidnightMonster (G, 4,731 w., 1 Ch. || John is Lestrade's Son || ASiP, Alternate First Meeting, Older Sherlock, Younger John, POV Sherlock, Protective John) – John is Lestrade's son and is 23 years old training to be a doctor and planning to be an army-doctor. Greg's concern about John being a soldier however is pushed into the background when a new problem presents itself. Sherlock Holmes. He is worried that Sherlock will hurt John or get hurt because of him in some way. But despite his concerns and efforts of keeping them apart it seems that they can't be kept away from each other.

Wretched and Divine by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 5,130 w., 1 Ch. || Punk AU || Pining John, Seductive Sherlock, Slow Burn, Sherlock is a Doctor, Implied / Referenced Drug Use) – Dr. John Watson is on call at the A&E when he attempts to treat a very special patient. Instead he finds himself a very special treat. Part 1 of the Wretched and Divine series

Practically Perfect by vitruvianwatson (E, 6,303 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Younger Sherlock, Older John, Finger Fucking, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Office Sex, Emotionally Insecure Sherlock, Barista Sherlock, Doctor John, PWP) – There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. John shook the thoughts out of his head and looked up with his fake “I’m your kindly doctor” smile plastered on his face, but a second later his jaw dropped because his “patient” wasn’t a patient at all. It was none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes. Not only that, but he was dressed in one of his more indecent outfits—skin tight jeans that looked like they’d been bloody painted on, and a purple button-down that was straining, to say the least, to remain buttoned. John wondered if he’d worked at the coffee shop in that outfit today. He shut the door and leaned back against it with a wicked smile, and John heard the click of the lock.

The Curious Incident of the Detective, the Doctor and the Dogs in the Night by mydogwatson (T, 7,652 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting AU || Dogs, First Kiss, Honeymoon) – A meet-cute. Dogs and cases and romance. [TRANSLATION: Русский]

Not Your Doctor, Not Your Captain by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (E, 8,645 w., 1 Ch. || AU || Daddy John, Barista Sherlock, Legal Age Difference, First Kiss/Time, Blow Jobs, Texting/Phone Sex, Anal, Rimming, Felching, Praise Kink, Hurt/Comfort, Pet Names, Doctor John) – "Coffee for John Watson," a voice calls, a low, deep rumble that sends a shiver down John's spine. The thought is pushed aside, his shoulders sagging at the sight of his long-awaited coffee. "Thank God." His eyes lock with long, elegant fingers around the rim of the cup, dimpling the carton in a way that John can only describe as sensual. It shouldn't be. It's seven-thirty in the bloody morning. "I'm afraid that God had not much to do in making your coffee this morning," the barista replies. "I, on the other hand…"

The Full Package by Kalimyre (E, 9,675 w., 3 Ch. || Omegaverse || First Time, Sex Toys, Virginity, Doctor John) – Kinkmeme fill. The clinic where John works caters specifically to Omegas experiencing their first heat. They provide top of the line service, and do anything necessary to ease their patients' discomfort. Omega!Sherlock is his latest patient.

Quid Pro Quo by J_Baillier (T, 10,035 w., 3 Ch. || Alternate Professions ||  Doctor John, Medical Conditions, Developing Relationship, Bisexual John, Sherlock’s Violin, Minor Injuries) – John Watson is a sports surgeon who thought he was at peace with his career choices but this morning, he's meeting a new patient who might just break the brittle life balance John has constructed.

Iris by Leloi (E, 11,302 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Time Travel, Mpreg, Infertility, Virgin Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Omega Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) –John Watson was quickly learning to hate the Victorian Era. It wasn’t just the lack of proper medical care… Although that was a rather large component. It was the filth. It was the misery and the lack of regard for human life. Ok… So maybe the lack of proper medical care was a major component. It was difficult being a 21st century medical doctor stuck with 19th century technology. There was some sort of time travel involved. The really strange part is that there was a past version of himself living with a past version of Sherlock Holmes. Ok… So maybe that wasn’t the strangest part either. He seemed to be stuck in an alternate universe.

Assistance Required by Soft_Light (E, 12,162 w., 4 Ch. || PWP, Viagra, Sleepy Sherlock, Sleepy Cuddle, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Bisexual John, Demisexual Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Hair Playing, What Boundaries, It’s an Experiment) – Sherlock takes Viagra for an experiment. You can probably guess a lot of what happens next.

Transference by Jean Elizabeth (E, 16,846 w., 6 Ch. || Mental Hospital AU || Schizophrenic Sherlock, Psychologist John, Paranoia, Affairs, Friendship, Sexual Tension, Forbidden Love, Pining John, Sherlock’s Feelings, Sick Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Angst and Humour, Sherlock/Victor, Dev. Rel. Johnlock) – Sherlock Holmes has been admitted to a mental institution for paranoid schizophrenia. He is assigned to psychologist Doctor John Watson who he inevitably begins a love affair with. John must wrestle with his guilt in putting not only his job, but Sherlock's mental well-being, in danger. Sherlock struggles with his mental disorder while living in a confining and controlling environment. So much angst and pain that can only be dulled one night a week.

keywords: Gay, Loving, Boyfriends by lookupkate (E, 17,771 w., 17 Ch. || Doctor John AU || Alternate First Meeting, Hospitals, John Writes Smut, Sherlock Reads Smut Fanfiction) – John starts writing gay romance while holed up in hospital. Sherlock reads the first fic on accident, and it sticks with him for days. He can't help but read more from the unknown writer. Little does he know, the writer isn't exactly unknown to him. The writer happens to be the A&E Doctor he's feuding with. Christ, can you imagine what he'll think once he finds out? 

Hello, Hamish by Norma_de_Plume (M, 23,833 w., 18 Ch. || John/OMC and Johnlock || Pre-TRF, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Confused John, Mild Knife Violence, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Jealous Sherlock, Doctor John, Mutual Pining, Scheming Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, BAMF John, Hurt / Comfort) – John and Sherlock never imagined that their relationship could ever be more than flatmates and best friends. Hoped, perhaps...but... *ahem* Could one person change that? What if someone else had their eye on Dr. Watson? What if it wasn't a woman?

The Scientist's Method by spacemutineer (T, 26,607 w., 7 Ch. || ACD / Granada Holmes Canon || Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt / Comfort, Time Loop, Blood / Injury, Doctor John, Developing Relationship, BAMF John, Temporary Character Death, Guilt, Drug Use / Addiction, Grief / Mourning, Friendship / Love) – Sherlock Holmes has always known the world through the straightforward lenses of evidence, logic, and reasoning. But when Watson is caught in a tragic preventable disaster, his trusted clear lines of reality start to shift and blur, and the scientist detective begins to piece together a grand discovery far beyond even his exceptional imagination. Detection is a way of learning and science is a way of knowing, but as Sherlock Holmes is about to realise, love is a way of understanding.

When We Were Young by Calais_Reno (T, 27,230 w., 10 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting AU || First Love, Nostalgia, Pre and Post TRF, Doctor John, Angst with Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock met at school, and were a bit more than friends. But they didn't stay in touch afterwards. Life goes on, and when John returns from Afghanistan, he takes a position at Barts as a trauma specialist, working in the Emergency Department. As he reports for work one day, a man jumps off the roof of the hospital. John's world tilts on its axis.

We'll Meet Again by isitandwonder (E, 29,306 w., 7 Ch. || 1940′s WWII AU || Semi-Public Sex, Blow / Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Love Letters, Prolonged Separation, Implied/Referenced Rape, Epistolary, War Crimes, Infidelity, Reunion Sex, Magical Realism, Ghosts, Suicide, Sad with Happy Ending) – London during WW II: Doctor John Watson has a hot, anonymous brief encounter with a beautiful stranger during blackout. But they get interrupted. Will they ever meet again? Bittersweet Johnlock WWII AU with a twist to the present day in the end.

No Power of Mind by ab_initio (M, 29,436 w., 12 Ch. || Mental Hospital AU || Sherlock Sees Dead People, Mystrade) – On Monday, it's the Woman. Tuesday brings Henry Knight. Wednesday is Magnussen. Greg is Thursday followed by Moriarty on Friday. Sherlock see dead people in his palace of white. When Mycroft hires Doctor John Watson to take care of Sherlock, Sherlock wonders how long this doctor will last. As time passes, the doctor-patient relationship drifts away and Sherlock's visions begin to take control. As his sanity slips away, John tries to hold on and bring Sherlock back from the depths of his mind.

A Doctor in the House by KittenKin (T, 32,394 w., 24 Ch. || TEH Fix It, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor John, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, First Kiss) – A replacement for Series 3 Episode 1 of BBC's "Sherlock", because my John would never. Part 1 of the A Doctor in the House series

To Help Another by DrFish (E, 38,898 w., 20 Ch. || Omegaverse || Rape/Non-Con, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John, BAMF John, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Procedures, Mating Cycles, Bonding, Non-Con Drugs, Violence, Knotting, Oral Sex, Past Sexual Abuse, Illness, Doctor John, Case Fic, Come Inflation, Porn With Plot, Vulnerable Sherlock, Pillows and Blanket Forts, Nightmares, Kidnapping, Grief/Mourning, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Dirty Talk, Discipline) – Dr. John Watson has been invalided out of the Army and he is struggling to come to terms with what's left of his life. When he agrees to help out with a difficult case at the hospital where he works as an emergency room physician, he not only saves this particular abused omega and others like him, but he discovers a new and better life for himself in the process.

The Montague Street Doctor by The_Circus (T, 61,488 w., 13 Ch. || Post-TRF, ACD Canon-Feeling Relationship, Gen/No Slash, Montague Street, Doctor John, Care in the Community, Reunion) – Just because Sherlock stopped, doesn't mean the Work has to. London is John's city now and he will keep it together with stitching, string, his healing, the food off his table, and sometimes the clothes off his back. John Watson keeps going. He's good at that.

A Telling Touch by MiyakoToudaiji (E, 91,656 w., 28 Ch. || Post-TRF Divergence, Reunion, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Soldier John, Friends to Lovers, BAMF John, Doctor John, War, Syria, Violence, Blood, Injury, Fighting, Soulmates, True Love, First Kiss / Time, Slow Build, Romance, Christmas, Family, Holmes Manor, Childhood Memories, Sherlock’s Violin, Case Fic) – After Sherlock’s death, John manages to get himself re-enlisted and is sent back to war. But when two series of gruesome murders link home and outland together, John is suddenly faced with more battles than he could have imagined.  

You Go To My Head Series by 7PercentSolution and J_Baillier (E, 987,192 w. across 23 Works || Surgeon AU || Medical Realism, Autism Spectrum, Anaesthetist John / Neurosurgeon Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Addiction, Angst, Slow Burn, PTSD, Pining, Insecurity, Additional Tags Under Link) – This series is an alternate universe one, featuring the exciting medical and romantic adventures of doctors Watson and Holmes.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

How They Move In Silence by Breath4Soul (M, 5,186 w., 4/? Ch. || WiP || Doctor John, Doctor/Patient, Voiceless Sherlock, Sick Sherlock, Texting) – Sherlock loses his voice and has to communicate through texts which leads to love confessions.

we are more than the footnotes my love by poechild (T, 17,874+ w., 1 of 2 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Unilock, Drug Addict Sherlock, Caring / Doctor John, Protective John, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-ASiP, Pining John, Massage, Shaving, Hurt Sherlock, Concussions, Drug Withdrawal) – A druggie kisses John on the street then steals his wallet. John, of course, takes him home.

20,000 leagues under the sea: A Victorian Sherlock AU by MorganeUK (G, 30,544+ w., 15/? Ch || Victorian Steampunk AU || WiP || Scientist Sherlock, Submarines) – The Holmes Brothers are living under the sea, protected from the world violence and general stupidity… Alone, with only a small crew, they explore the world inside their submersible. Perfectly satisfied and unaware of their loneliness, until they meet Captain Lestrade and Doctor Watson from the Royal Navy.

Only Yesterday by Berty (T, 47,530+ w., 18/20 Ch. || WiP || Alternate Timelines / 'Yesterday' AU || Post-TRF, POV John, Grief, Mental Instability, Angst, Unrequited Love, Suspense, Scotland, Hurt John, Developing Relationship, Doctor John, John is a Mess) – Sherlock has been gone for two years and John Watson is doing okay. He goes to work. He sleeps (sometimes). He eats. He has colleagues, some of whom are even friends. He has purpose. If it's not a life as others might view it, it's a fair approximation. It's fine. He's fine. One night the lights go out and when they come back on everything is the same except for one important thing. For John it's the most important thing. And suddenly John is not fine at all.

Vampires In London Series by Madam_Fandom (E, 148,590+ w. across 4 works || Series WiP || Vampire AU || Vampire Sherlock, Psychic/Empath John, Mutual Pining, Blood Drinking, Feeding, Jealousy, Angst, Implied / Referenced Rape/Non Con, Graphic Violence, Past Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Physical /Emotional / Psychological Abuse, Vampire Sex, First Time, Doctor John, Bisexual John) – John is a doctor and nothing ever happens to him, and then it does. He meets two fascinating men at a fundraiser...he soon finds out vampires are real and they are in London.

Care And Companionship Series by elldotsee and J_Baillier (E, 209,820+ w. across 5 works || Series WiP || Me Before You Fusion || Angst, Romance, Depression, Medical Ethics, Insecure Sherlock, Serious Illness, Permanent Injury, Sherlock Whump, BAMF John, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Physical Rehabilitation, Medical Realism, Assisted Suicide, Awkward Sex, Friends to Lovers, Alcoholism, John Whump, PTSD, Anxiety, Family Drama, Caretaker John, Alternating POVs) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

UNEXPECTED OCCURENCE by Victoria557 (M, 295,878+ w., 124/? Ch. || WiP || Post-TRF Divergence, Unexpected Parenthood, PTSD, Trauma, Child Abandonment, Slow Burn, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, Blood and Gore, Self-Harm, Intrusive Thoughts, Doctor John, Self-Esteem Issues, Anxiety Disorder, Misunderstandings, No Mary) – Barely five months after Sherlock's death, John was slowly yet so ever damn surely falling apart. Every day since then, he had just been surviving not living. When Lestrade phone him, with nervousness and uncertainty in his voice, asking for some help with a case since Anderson who usually did the forensic stuff, and another worker who examined the body had been unfortunately unavailable and with the downfall of Lestrade's record recently, he couldn't afford to risk another scolding from his supervisor, John agreed, despite the forming of the painful twist in his stomach at the thought of being at a crime scene without a certain arrogant high-functioning sociopath. Never did he expect to encounter such a surreal event and never did he expect to find out Sherlock having a secret - well secret would be unfitting as the man himself didn't realize this.

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Catharsis #3: Unboxed

Masterlist

content: robot whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, defiant whumpee, violence, psychological whump

Whumpmas in July Day 9: Mind Games

i wanted to introduce each arc before continuing on with the present arc. i'll probably pop all over the place chronologically since that's how i write best!

here's 1's first day alive, though that wasn't his name at the time.

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Cyrus opened his eyes for the very first time.

He was in a room in a house or apartment. It may have been his first moment of conscious thought, but he was not a human, and he was certainly not a baby. He was still in his box, he realized: he climbed out of it, brushing himself off, smoothing out the wrinkles in the disappointingly plain clothes he came dressed in. There was a man there, taking a step back. Probably the one who had turned him on.

The first strong opinion he ever had was that he was unequivocally better than the nervous man standing in front of him.

Luan, his mind supplied. His… owner’s name was Luan. He didn’t like that word, owner. It felt incongruous. Wrong. He wasn’t something to be owned, Cyrus knew that for sure. If anything, he should be the one doing the owning.

At the same time, he knew exactly what he was: a Catharsis Therapy Bot™. An expensive object to be bought and sold. A thing to act as programmed and be beaten until its owner felt better.

Cyrus frowned. That couldn’t be right at all. The only thing that felt right about any of that was that he was expensive.

“Cyrus?” Luan asked, apprehension evident in every twitch of his body. He winced immediately, like the name itself had hurt him. Pathetic.

Oh, there was no way this sniveling loser was his owner.

He found that his face moved automatically, parts shifting to match his expression to his intent as he looked on disapprovingly. “I’m better than you. This isn’t right.”

Luan’s eyes went wide for only a moment before he scowled right back. “You don’t like it when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh? Too fucking bad. You’re mine this time.”

Cyrus tried to search for what Luan meant, but he came up empty. Luan hadn’t supplied him with information on their history. On his history with… the other Cyrus.

But he didn’t need it. Luan was making it obvious enough for him to know exactly what to do and say, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“So you were mine before. That makes sense, that’s where you belong.” Cyrus stepped forward and patted him on the cheek with a smirk.

Luan flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re in no place to tell me what to do.” Cyrus tried to poke him in the chest to make his point.

His arm did not move.

Again, he tried, and again, nothing. Experimentally, he lifted his arm without intent to touch Luan: no issue.

He wasn’t smirking anymore.

“Oh, I think I am.” Luan pushed him hard, sending him tumbling to the floor.

Cyrus fell just next to the box, the sensors inside his skin lighting up with pain wherever he made impact–it hurt. He was sturdy, he had to be, but heavy with metal that pinched his skin. He sucked in air he didn’t need by instinct, a useless humanlike reaction he immediately found annoying, just to tint it a little worse.

Something was bubbling up inside him, and he did not like it.

“You do not fucking touch me!” he screamed, his voice shrill out of the speaker down his throat as he pushed himself back to his feet. “How dare you!? You pathetic coward! You don’t deserve to own something– someone like me, let alone… push me! You are beneath me. You are fucking nothing. You–”

Luan’s fist cracked against his cheek. He didn’t go down this time, only stumbled, but it hurt worse than the fall. He didn’t think anything could hurt worse than that. He hadn’t felt anything before. His hands went to protect his aching cheek, the words almost knocked out of him with the shock of it, but he found his place again soon enough. “You–”

“Shut up.”

Cyrus’s volume dropped straight to zero, and he found that he no longer possessed the ability to raise it.

That thing bubbling up in him only intensified, and this time it came with a pathetic urge to back away and submit. Obviously, something he would never indulge.

He glared at Luan with what he hoped was enough pointed hate to make himself clear without words.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that anymore!” Luan hissed, rubbing his knuckles. “You’re not in charge this time! You’re the one who has to listen to what I say! You’re the one who has to take it!”

He pushed Cyrus again, harder. He fell like a stone, tripping over his box this time. He was almost glad his voice was cut, because otherwise, he would have cried out, another annoying reflex programmed to make him seem more human. Weaker, more pitiful. It was infuriating.

Water began leaking from his eyes, blurring his lenses. No, no, this wasn’t who he was. He was supposed to be the powerful one.

Luan stared at his own hands like an easily-impressed child. With every moment, Cyrus only hated him more.

He started to push himself up again, but all Luan had to say was “Stay down,” and Cyrus couldn’t do that anymore, either.

Luan grabbed him by the shirt collar. “And I don’t have to take your shit ever again. What do you have to say for yourself? Speak.”

Not only could Cyrus speak now, he couldn’t remain silent if he tried. “I hate you.”

Luan laughed, dry and joyless. “Good. Feeling’s mutual.” He let go. “You know what you’re for, right?”

“I…” Of course he knew. “Something’s wrong.”

“This is the first time it’s ever been right!” Luan corrected. His hands were shaking. Water leaked from his eyes too, Cyrus realized.

“You’re scared of me,” he put together. “You’re scared of a robot you ordered! Ha! At least some part of you knows your place.”

“Shut up!” Just as he stole Cyrus’s voice away again, Luan landed a kick in his abdomen. It was worse than the punch, a sharp sensation hitting him hard, and just like last time, he didn’t realize anything could be worse.

The terror bubbling up in him couldn’t be denied anymore. How much worse could it get? He’d only been alive for five minutes and it was already this bad.

“You know what?” Luan cut in. “This really is cathartic.”

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Information Desk

An in-universe archive of essays for my BBU world-building. Made mostly for my own pleasure.

CW: casual dehumanization; mentions of abuse

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[sickficideas]

We kind of time-skipped after the Cannibalism virus arc but I've made the executive decision that all 4 of our victims suffered some lingering symptoms for a few days after the virus was reversed...Mori and Fukuzawa deal with the symptoms the longest because they were effected the longest, so they're both dealing with lingering nausea and on/off low grade fevers for around two weeks...they're both relatively healthy guys, Mori self medicates and Fukuzawa has a very Push Through attitude (Kunikida and Ranpo both have to convince him to take more breaks and go home early, though). Atsushi is a little less strong willed - maybe a day or so after the events he almost passes out from the dizziness. He does Not feel good, but it's more of an inconvenience than anything else. Yosano checks him over and she's like it's good that you're at least healthy otherwise, these symptoms should resolve in a few days. So Atsushi worries a tiny bit about Akutagawa...he visibly showed much more of a reaction to the symptoms upon contracting the virus and Atsushi has guessed at that point already that he's not a healthy person...and Akutagawa is seriously suffering for a few days 💔 He's too dizzy to walk straight and too nauseous to think about eating, and at some point he doesn't know if it's hunger pains or a nauseous stomachache anymore, and when he passes out at work from not having eaten and Tachihara somehow manages to convince him to eat some rice or something, he throws it up right away💔💔 The fever he's running is low but making him feel awful. The worst part is he hasn't told anyone about the Cannibalism virus, they have no idea why he's so sick after that battle, they're all worried he's poisoned or something...Mori orders a few days of mandatory leave for him, he knows what's happened of course, and Akutagawa is fine after a few days of rest but it's a lot of worrying for the rest of them for a while, even Atsushi just at the idea 😔💔

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Then & Now (M, cold)

Hiii, hope you like A LOT of hurt followed by 2-3 sentences of comfort lmao. This is Greyson fic - Grey is sick on a day he and Reed are supposed to have a date, and he's sure Reed is going to be angry with him because Trauma(TM). It's told in a flashback sort of format which I really enjoyed because I love writing blurbs of colds at different times in life lol. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what ya think, good, bad, or otherwise :)

CW: Male snz, cold, pneumonia mention, coughing, contagion mention, lots and lots of whump lmao. A little over 4K words under the cut.

Then & Now

Now

“Morning, Chef.”

“Huh-! HhITSZHH-ue!”

Elijah turned towards Greyson, who was doubled over into his hoodie sleeve, and gave him a sympathetic grimace. “Cooks finally pulled you under, hmm?”

“Ugh, like way fuckin’ under,” Greyson muttered, rubbing his eye and sucking in through his nose. “I feel like ass.”

“Sorry, dude,” Elijah said, tossing his counterpart a box of tissues. “Sucks.”

Greyson caught the box and pulled out a few just in time. “HITSZHZH-uhh!�� This one, he managed to catch in the handful of tissues. He wiped his nose and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said, tossing the used tissues. “Mbostly because I was supposed to have a date tonight.”

Elijah smirked at his friend, who was pushing past the GM into their shared office. The two of them sat in unison. “Do you guys still call them dates? You’ve been official for, like, six months.”

“It’s our six-month anniversary,” Greyson said, his voice flattened by congestion. “We were going to do EMP.”

“Awww, now I’m depressed,” Elijah said. “Also, why didn’t you tell me earlier you were going to Eleven Madison? I still know people there.”

“So does Reed,” Greyson said, massaging his temple. “That’s why we were goigg. Fuck, mby fuckin’ head is pounding. Do we have any -?”

Elijah placed the ibuprofen in front of the chef before he could ask, along with a bottle of cough syrup and a decongestant. “You know we have it all,” he said, pushing an old cup of water across the desk for Greyson to swallow his arsenal of pills. “And fair enough. Well that fuckin’ sucks, dude, I’m sorry. Hey, at least you can leave early, right? Matt’s closing?”

“Yeah,” Greyson said, unwrapping a cough drop and popping it in his mouth. “I’ll head out once the rush is over. I still have to text Reee – hh...hhNTSHH-ue! HGTSHH-uhh!” Greyson doubled over, sneezed into his arm, and groaned. “I’mb gonna kill the guys when they get in,” he said, mostly to himself.

“Don’t do that,” Elijah said, placing a hand on Greyson’s shoulder on his way out of the office. “Then you’ll have to stay all night.”

Greyson huffed out a laugh and pulled out his phone. He clicked on his conversation with Reed, sighing. He did not want to have this conversation.

Greyson

9:31AM

hey babe. gonna have to cancel tonight, the cooks infected me w their plague :( im rly sorry.

The chef set his phone on the desk, prepared to either be ghosted or gaslit – two of Collin’s favorite pastimes whenever Greyson had had to cancel their plans during their relationship – and was shocked when the phone buzzed with a text almost immediately. He was almost afraid to look at his boyfriend’s response.

Reed

9:32AM

Oh, baby don’t be sorry!! what time are you off? I’ll pick you up and take you home :) we can do a sick day little date night instead!

Greyson stared at the phone, stunned. He couldn’t help it; he read the message again, then out loud said, “What the fuck?”

Then – Ten Years Ago

“Chef?”

The Executive Chef looked up from his paperwork at Greyson and sighed. “What is it, Abbott?”

“I, um – hh! HTSHH-uh! HGXTSH-ue! Snf. Umb, I just wanted to see if it was okay if I… left a little early today?” Greyson asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His chef raised his eyebrows and put his clipboard down. Oh, no, Greyson thought.

“Leave...early? And leave your clean up and prep to whom, exactly? Me?” The Executive Chef huffed out a laugh. “That’s rich, Abbott. Why the fuck would you need to leave early?”

“I…” Greyson started, but his voice gave out on the single syllable. He attempted to clear his throat. “I just… I really feel like shit? I was hoping I could, like… sleep it off, I guess. I mbean, I wouldn’t want to get anyone else sigck.” Greyson felt a cough bubbling to the surface; he tried to quell it, to no avail. The younger man collapsed into a coughing fit that felt like it lasted a lifetime.

The Chef remained unmoved. “My guys,” he said, placing a hand on his chest as Greyson attempted to compose himself, “don’t get sick, Abbott. And if they do, I don’t fucking hear about it. Understand? Because I really don’t give a shit. If you’re here, you’re here. If you decide to leave early,” he shrugged, uncaring, “then you leave for good. And Abbott, if you try to get a job after walking out of my kitchen, I promise you I will make it impossible. I know you’ve only been here a couple months, but here’s what you need to learn: put your head down and do your fucking job, and you can work anywhere in the world after this. Be a whiny piece of shit who tries to walk out on his shift, and you’ll be working at McDonald’s for the rest of you life. Got it?”

Greyson, too shocked to rebut, just bobbed his head up and down.

“Let me hear you say it,” the Chef said. Greyson cleared his throat.

“Yes, Chef,” he said. The Chef nodded.

“Now get the fuck out of my office.”

Now

“Elijah. Look at this text.”

The GM looked up slowly from the iPad where he was going over reservations for the evening. “...Why?” he asked, taking the phone from Greyson’s hand.

“Just look. Tell mbe that’s ndot weird,” Greyson said, crossing his arms over his chest. Elijah looked down, confused, and read the text. He pinched his eyebrows together just a little, and read it again. “See? Isn’t that weird?”

“Greyson…” Elijah said, handing the phone back. “That’s not weird.”

“Seriously?” Greyson asked, reading the text yet again. “It’s bizarre. He’s ndot even a little mad? C’mon. That’s weird.”

“He’s being sweet,” Elijah explained, slowly, as though he were talking to a toddler. “Did you want him to be mad? Because that’s bizarre.”

“Ndo I don’t want him to be mad. I jus – HTSZHH-ue! HRRSHH!” Greyson wrenched to the side to sneeze, which sent him into a fit of hacking coughs. “I just figured he’d want to, like, yell at mbe or something. For canceling,” Greyson finished, his voice strained against another cough. Elijah didn’t respond, not at first, and instead pressed a hand onto the chef’s forehead.

“I think you’re sicker than we thought, because you’re acting fucking delusional,” he said as Greyson slapped his hand away. “Greyson, normal people don’t yell at each other for getting sick, or having to cancel a plan. That’s, like, really twisted.”

Greyson rolled his eyes. “It’s ndot twisted, Lij you fuckin’ drama queen,” he said, then held up a finger. “Onesec – hh! Hh...hnn.” Greyson sniffled, a let out a little irritated cough. “Lost it.”

“Go back to the kitchen,” Elijah said, pointing towards the swinging doors. “Sit down. Rest. Let your medicine kick in. I don’t want people seeing this -” he gestured to Greyson, as if to allude to his entire being – “when they walk past the restaurant. Alright? Text your boyfriend something nice. Not something unhinged.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Greyson muttered, turning toward the kitchen, his phone still open to the conversation with Reed. He turned towards Elijah again before pushing through the kitchen doors. “I still say that this is the unhinged thing.”

“Go to therapy, Greyson,” Elijah said, not looking up from the iPad. Greyson rolled his eyes, pushed into the kitchen, and regarded his phone once again.

Greyson

10:07AM

thanks, babe. it’s ok, I can take care of myself. it wont be a long day, ill just grab some nyquil omw home and sleep it off. ill reschedule our rezo too, don’t worry about that. im really sorry again for canceling. if I could taste the food id still go lol.

Figuring that sounded at least relatively normal, Greyson hit send. He sat down at his desk once again and placed his head in his hands. No way he’s not pissed, Greyson thought, and he really believed it. In all his years of dating, he’d never met anyone who would respond that way; they’d at least have a snippy remark about the last-minute nature of the cancellation.

Greyson’s phone pinged once again, and he couldn’t help but grab it right away to assess the damage.

Reed

10:08AM

honey, please don’t apologize, seriously. youre sick, it happens, its no biggie :) I already moved the reservation to next week but if we need to ill move it again. james at emp said to tell you feel better btw.

Greyson blinked, dumbstruck. He started typing without thinking.

Greyson

10:10AM

you REALLY arent mad? seriously?

Reed

10:10AM

im really not mad. who gets mad at someone for being sick…? is someone at work mad at you? am I supposed to be mad..? lol

Greyson

10:11AM

I mean its a last minute cancellation. id understand if u were mad.

Reed

10:11AM

welllll….im not. is that ok? haha

Reed

10:15AM

grey…? you believe me, right?

Reed

10:21AM

greyson..?

Then – Seven Years Ago

He was moving through molasses.

Greyson placed a sluggish hand to his own forehead – you can’t check yourself for a fever, dumbass – and blinked painfully. He’d made it to work, he’d made it through the day, and he’d made it back home, against all odds. Now, he was stuck on his couch, unable to even crawl to the bathroom for a thermometer.

It had all compounded on him, was his guess. The endless fourteen hour days for the better part of two years at his thankless sous chef job. The shitty Chicago-suburbs apartment with no heat, where he froze for the few hours a week he slept. The near-constant drinking. Sure, he was only twenty-five, but what was it they said about this industry? It ages you in dog years. Yeah, that was it.

“Hh-! Hh...ITSZHH-ue! HTSHHH-ue!” Greyson sneezed helplessly into the blanket he’d wrapped around himself, and groaned. This was not what he’d imagined when he moved here from Minnesota. He’d thought it would be glamorous, working as a sous chef at a high-end hotel in a big city. He thought he’d have friends, or a girlfriend, or something. Instead, he was trapped on his couch, benched by a sinus infection and seasonal depression that seemed to last the whole year round. Fuck this, Greyson thought. He couldn’t get off the couch, but he could reach his phone; Greyson pulled up Indeed and changed his search parameters.

Actively searching for work. Location: Any.

Now

“Um… Chef? What’s, uh… what’s going on?”

Greyson paused for a moment, a crate of spoiled food held on his shoulder. He turned towards Matt, keen to answer, but instead held the crate tighter and wrenched to the side. “HRTTSHH-uh!”

“Bless you,” Matt said, an automatic reaction. Greyson nodded, turned towards the dumpster, and dumped the food in before beginning the cycle anew: pick up crate. Turn to sneeze. Dump old food. Matt wasn’t sure if he should help his boss, or go inside for backup.

He chose the former, picking a crate filled to the brim with rotten tomatoes off the ground and hoisting it into the trash. “You gonna tell me what’s up?” he asked as the two of them continued gathering and tossing.

Greyson sighed, pulled a hand down his face, and shook his head. “I thingk Reed and I are over,” he said, voice soft and throaty. Matt’s eyebrows shot up.

“What? Seriously? What did you do?” Matt asked, prompting a stuffy laugh from his boss.

“I just don’t thingk it’s going to work,” Greyson said, shrugging. “I… I don’t want to, like, play gambes. I can’t do that again, ndot after Collin.”

“Chef,” Matt said as he gathered and tossed the last milk crate, “what are you talking about? Reed is, like, the most straight-shooting guy I’ve ever met. How is he playing games?”

Greyson, left without anything to occupy his hands, just shrugged and pulled out his phone. He handed it to Matt without explanation, and the sous quickly read through the text conversation Greyson and Reed had going. Matt furrowed his brow.

“I don’t get it,” he said, handing the phone back. “He wants to take care of you, what’s the problem with that?”

“He doesn’t want to take care of me, he wants to have the upper hand,” Greyson explained, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and sitting on the step just outside the back door. “Want one?”

“Sure,” Matt said, sitting beside his boss. “I mean, you shouldn’t be smoking if you’re -”

“HTSHH! Hh-! ITZSHH-ue!” Greyson turned into his elbow, taking a long moment to gather himself before handing Matt his cigarette.

“-sick,” Matt finished. The older man shrugged, and Matt plucked the lighter out of Greyson’s hand to light both of them up, not daring to push his boss any closer to the edge. For a moment, they smoked in silence, only Greyson’s sniffles and coughs interrupting the quiet.

“Boss,” Matt said, finally, “I think you need to talk to Reed.”

“I did,” Greyson said, stubbing out his cigarette. “You saw.”

“No, I mean actually talk to him,” Matt said. The two of them stood, looking at each other – a face-off without the malice. Matt continued. “Not ignore his texts and clean out the walk-in.”

Greyson scoffed. “Matt, just because you have sombe fairy-tale love story doesn’t mbean everyone else does, too. Okay? If it’s over between me and Reed, it’s fine. I’mb better off alone, anywaa – hh! Hh… Hhhii-!” Greyson stood with his elbow poised at his face, stuck in pre-sneeze agony for what seemed like an eternity. While he was incapacitated, Matt took his phone and typed out a message that his boss couldn’t see. Finally, Greyson lowered his arm and sucked in, fruitlessly, through his nose. “The fugck are you doigg?” he asked, snatching his phone back from his sous.

“If you’re not going to talk to Reed,” Matt shrugged, unapologetic, “I will.”

Greyson looked down at his phone, which buzzed twice in his hand. Reed’s face popped up on the screen. Call from: reed <3

Then – Three Years Ago

“HTSHH! Huh! ETZSHH-ue! HRTTSHH-ue!”

“Bless, bless, bless you. Allergies?” Collin asked, not looking up from his phone. Greyson sniffled in vain, and coughed painfully.

“Ndot exactly,” he croaked from the doorway to Collin’s living room. “Baby, do you thingk you could drive mbe to urdent care, actually?”

Collin looked up and slowly raised an eyebrow. “For what?” he asked, obviously annoyed. Greyson swallowed as best he could and placed a hand on his throat.

“I thingk… I mbight have strep. Or bronchitis, or sombething. I, uh… I’ve had a fever for like. A week.” Greyson had to stop to close his eyes and grab onto the door frame, a sordid attempt to keep from hitting the floor like a rotten sack of potatoes. Collin rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a drama queen. You seemed fine when you came over last night.”

“You were asleep whend I came over,” Greyson said, his eyes still closed. “Did you ndot notice that I haven’t been over in like five days?”

Collin shrugged. “I mean, yeah, but I figured you were busy with work. You’re always busy with work,” he said, the venom in his voice making clear that he wanted to fight.

Greyson, physically incapable of fighting at that moment, just slid slowly to the ground and nodded. “Yeah. You’re right,” he said. “Ndow I’m paying the price. Please, baby. Can you please just take me? I… I really don’t feel well.”

It was pathetic. He knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself; he was fairly sure he was moments from passing out. Collin turned and made himself comfier on the couch.

“I’ll call you an uber,” he said, pressing some buttons on his phone. “You barely make time for me, and now you’re asking me to be your chauffeur? Please, Greyson.” He showed his ailing boyfriend the phone. “He’ll be out front in five minutes. Better make your way down.”

“Okay,” Greyson said, pulling himself slowly to his feet. “Thangk you.”

Collin didn’t say a word as Greyson let himself out of the apartment. He made it downstairs, and into the uber, and into the waiting room at urgent care. He made it out by himself, too, with a laundry list of prognoses – strep, sinus infection, walking pneumonia – and a handful of prescriptions. When he texted Collin later to fill him in, his boyfriend didn’t text back.

Greyson fell asleep on his shower floor and awoke to freezing water pounding on him, and a courier pounding on his door. When he toweled off and answered it, chicken soup from the local bodega and a note that read feel better -c sat at his feet. Greyson breathed a sigh of relief; at least he had been forgiven.

Now

Reed had dated plenty of men is his thirty-five years of life, and had found that there were two general categories when it came to sick men: there was the Baby, and there was the Don’t Look at Me.

Greyson though, an enigma since the moment they met, seemed to fall into a third category, a category that was, to Reed, yet undiscovered: the You Hate Me.

Reed was good with the first two categories; the Don’t Look at Me, you left medicine outside their room and texted them funny memes. The Baby, you laid in bed with them and spoon-fed them soup. Easy. Understandable. Truthfully, this was one of his favorite things about men: they were easy to crack. He figured Greyson would likely fall into the Baby category, which was fine by him – there was nothing he’d like more than to look after an ailing Greyson, to be honest. This third category he seemed to embody, though, was not something Reed knew what to do with.

“He didn’t answer when I called him,” Reed said into the phone receiver. “I just want to know what’s going on, I mean, did I say something wrong?”

On the other end of the line, Elijah sighed. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. This is just… it’s just Greyson being Greyson.”

Reed wasn’t about to take this lying down. “Hey, are you guys super busy tonight? I mean, I don’t want to be that boyfriend, but, like, can I come get him? We really need to talk, and if what Matt said is true he probably shouldn’t be, like, working anyway, right?”

While Elijah paused, Reed pulled the phone away from his ear and once again re-read the text Matt had sent from Greyson’s phone: hey reed, it’s matt. grey is sick as hell, so DO NOT take any of the crazy weird shit he says seriously, k? his temperature needs to lower by like 5 degrees before you do this, but u guys need to actually talk. he’s being stupid.

“Please,” Reed heard Elijah’s tinny voice on the other end and put the phone back to his ear. “Please, come and collect him. I’m begging.”

Reed stood from the couch and grabbed his keys. “Give me twenty minutes. I’m on my way.”

Then – Two Years Ago

“Heyyy, baby, cand I buy you a dringk?”

The girl leaned back, her face marked by disgust. “No, thanks. Save your money and get yourself some NyQuil,” she said, disappearing into the crowd. Greyson huffed out a sigh and coughed into his hand – a long, crackling sound that made the other bar patrons inch their chairs away.

“She’s right, you know,” the bartender – Skip, Greyson had learned his name was a few weeks back when he had started coming in every night – said, filling Greyson’s shot glass yet again. “You need to go home.”

“And yet you pour mbe another drink,” Greyson said, knocking back the shot. “The duality of mban. NGTXSH! HTSHH! Huh-! HRRSHH-ue!” Greyson covered his mouth lazily with one hand, wiped it on his pants, hand held the glass up to indicate ‘another’.

“Bless you,” Skip said, not pouring the shot. “Greyson, seriously: go home. You sound fucking awful.”

“Are you cutting mbe off?” Greyson asked, his rheumy eyes meeting Skip’s over the bartop. “Because unless you are, I’mb staying.” He coughed again, into his elbow; the cough was quickly becoming a problem. He’d had a cold two weeks ago; the symptoms had been mild, but the cough had hung around. When he caught whatever-the-fuck this was two days ago, the cough had turned from an annoyance to a pressing issue; he should go home. He should go to the doctor, he should take a day off, he should, he should, he should.

But he wouldn’t. He would stay, and he would drink until he was kicked out, then he’d pass out on the train and not make it home to sleep. He’d go to work at seven AM and stay until midnight and do it all again.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Skip sighed. “I’m just saying… you should take care of yourself.”

Greyson blinked slowly. He could feel his lungs, heavy with fluid, gearing up to cough again; his head, pounding in spite or because of the alcohol; his heart crushed into a million, Collin-sized pieces. Take care of yourself. It felt impossible, when you’d never been shown how.

“This is mbe taking care of myself,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’ll have another.”

Now

Greyson rested his head on a case of lettuce in the corner of the walk-in. He knew he should be continuing his madness of cleaning, but he’d accidentally sat down on his fifth trip into the refrigerator, and now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up again.

Fucking Reed, Greyson thought as he allowed the cold salad box to sate the fever he had burning in his brain. Why can’t he just be up front with me? If you’re mad just say it, don’t fucking torture me.

Perhaps deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous; Matt and Elijah were most likely correct. The simplest answer – that Reed truly was just a good guy – was probably the right one. But he just couldn’t get out of his mind all the times he’d reached out, needed help and asked for it, and been shot down. He certainly couldn’t allow himself to believe that the person he was dating was truly good; he knew he’d never deserve that.

“Greyson?”

Speaking of Reed, that sounded a lot like him – was Greyson hearing things? Had he, in his fever-addled state, conjured a hallucination of his boyfriend to have a fight with? Bizarre, Grey, he thought to himself. That’s really fucking bizarre.

“Grey? Elijah said you were in here but I don’t – oh!”

Either this was a really crazy hallucination, or that really was Reed standing over him, in the walk-in. Greyson blinked hard, then blinked again, and suddenly Reed was on the ground next to him.

“Babe...it’s really cold in here. Do you think we can, um, leave?”

Greyson furrowed his eyebrows together. “Leave… and go where?” he asked, his voice cracking. “I have to… work. What are you doigg heeee...HRTSHH-ue! Huh -! HTSHH! NTSHH! IGXTSH!” Greyson attempted to stifle over and over, until Reed gently took his hand and pulled it away from his face.

“That has to hurt,” Reed said, his voice quiet and calm. “You can just… sneeze, you know. Like, regular.”

“Tryigg ndot to get you,” Greyson croaked, his eyes glazing over once again. “Youbettermov – HRRETSZCHH-ue! ITSZZHH-ue! Fuck – NGTSHHZ-ue!” Greyson sneezed into his lap, then coughed until his lungs felt sore. Reed didn’t move; he came closer and rubbed Greyson’s back.

“Bless you, baby,” Reed said, eventually.

“Thangks. Sorry,” Greyson murmured, pushing his hair out of his face and turning to look at Reed. “Why are you here?” he asked, levity out the window.

Reed let out a little laugh. “Umm, why do you think?” he asked. “You’ve been ignoring me since this morning. I got worried, since Matt said you were super sick – no lie detected, by the way, you sound truly awful –”

“Sorry,” Greyson said again, wiping under his nose. “I kndow, it’s gross.”

“Please, Grey,” Reed said, taking both sides of his boyfriend’s face in his hands and looking him in the eye. “Please. Stop apologizing. It’s okay to be sick. I don’t understand why you think I’m angry at you. I’m not.”

Greyson swallowed, painfully, and gave a little nod. “Okay,” he said, finally.

“Okay,” Reed repeated. “Anyway. I called Elijah. He said to come and collect you.”

At this, Greyson couldn’t help but cough out a laugh. “Collect mbe?” he asked. Reed smiled a little.

“Yeah,” he said. “His words, not mine.”

They both laughed, softly at first, then ramping up to near-hysteria. They only stopped when Greyson started coughing again and couldn’t seem to stop.

“Let’s go get you some water,” Reed said, helping his boyfriend to his shaky feet. Greyson allowed himself to be pulled out of the walk-in, and given a bottle of water that was sitting on his prep station. Greyson drank until the fit subsided, then regarded Reed once again.

“So… you really aren’t mbad?” he asked, rubbing his goosebumped arms up and down. Reed shook his head and shrugged off his windbreaker. He draped it over Greyson’s shoulders.

“I’m really not mad,” he insisted. Greyson nodded, seemingly satiated. Reed sighed through his nose and slipped his arms around the chef.

“Life’s done a number on you, huh?” he asked, quietly enough that it could’ve just been to himself. Greyson huffed out a sad little laugh.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, baby,” he murmured, pressing his hot head into Reed’s hair. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

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Mama's Don't Get Sick Days

whumptober day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader

characters: mickey garcia, wife!reader, genevieve garcia, jayda garcia, sebastian garcia

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, vomiting, mickey is a dad, parenting while sick, fever, neglecting health, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~ 2.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

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summary: when your a spouse and a parent, sometimes you forget that you can be taken care of as well

You sighed as you sat on the couch. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning with the whole lot of nothing that was in it.

Running around all morning with three kids, two of them under the age of 5 and one of them was just learning how to walk, was an absolute nightmare with how you were feeling.

Mickey had woken you up with a forehead kiss before going off to work and then your 6 and 4 year old woke you up a little while later with Genevieve crying because she was gonna be late for school.

So, with a splitting headache and sinus pressure, you got her dressed and fed her breakfast before getting all of your kids in the car and taking her to school.

The rest of the day was a blur of chasing Jayda and keeping her occupied and keeping little Sebastian out of things and things out of his mouth. 

Jayda was 4 and pretty good at staying out of trouble, but she was still young and had an independent head on her shoulders – so asking for help was never really an option so you had to make sure she wasn’t climbing on things and getting stuck on the closet's top shelf.

Sebastian was 1 and just learning how to walk. So he was getting into anything he reached and if it was on the floor or the table it most likely was going in his mouth.

So, between keeping Jayda on the ground, Sebastian from eating something he shouldn’t, and you not puking every time you bent over or changed a diaper and going through tissues like you were watching the saddest scene 100 times, you were exhausted. 

But you had to stay awake even if those two were napping, because you had to pick up Gen from school on time.

“Mama?” Gen asked from her bar stool as you make her after school snack of Goldfish, and her dried mangos that you forgot to pack that morning, and turkey cheese rolls. 

You glanced over your shoulder, “What’s up Vieve?” “Are you feeling okay? You look like I feel when I’m feeling icky,” she said, sounding so sweet as she rested her head on the counter. “And I was almost late for school, you always have me up…” “I’m okay baby, just a little frazzled today,” you said before coughing into your arm.

Sniffling, you turned and put the paper plate in front of her, “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should’ve gotten up sooner.” Genevieve took a bite of her turkey cheese roll, “It’s okay I got to school on time.”

You gave her a gentle smile before kissing her head, “Did you have a good day?” She nodded, “I did, Jacie and I played…” You nodded along with her as she proceeded to tell you about her day, listening to her as you took some Cutie slices off of Jayda’s plate and Cheerios off of Sebastian’s tray.

At some point while she was talking you went to check her lunch box to see what she hadn’t eaten. 

But as you opened it you were hit with a pungent reminder of what she had for lunch. Tuna and crackers, something her grandmother introduced her to during the last visit.

The smell churned your stomach that last time and anything you managed to actually eat was crawling up your throat.

Covering your mouth, you managed to make it to the downstairs bathroom before falling to your knees and puking in the toilet.

You rested your head on your arm, groaning miserably as you flushed the toilet before regaining your bearings and standing up.

With your head pounding, you wash your hands and swish your mouthwash before going back to the kitchen.  “Hey, Jay, Vieve?” You said softly as you got Sebastian out of his high chair. “Yes Mama?” “I’m gonna go sit on the couch, Bash is gonna be in his playpen. Finish your snacks and then you can play okay?”

They both nodded before Genevieve stopped you with a hand on your arm as you walked by, “Are you not feeling well?” You sighed, “No, baby, I’m a little under the weather but don’t you worry, I’m gonna be okay.”

You gave her a gentle smile before going to the living room and putting Sebastian in his playpen. You sighed as you sat down. “Oh lordy… just a few more hours and he’ll be home and I can rest.” 

As you curl up under a blanket and move the trash can closer to the couch, you rest your cold hands on your face to try and relieve the pressure in your nose. 

You can make out Jayda and Genevieve arguing in the kitchen. “I can take the Sprite to Mama!” “Jay, you can’t reach them in the fridge! Get the crackers!” “I don’t wanna!”

“Girls! Please don’t yell,” you groaned a little from your spot on the couch. “Sorry Mama!”

You sighed and rubbed your head before you heard more loud noises coming from the kitchen and then a little, “Oopsie.”

“What happened?” 

“Jayda tried to get a can of Sprite and dropped them…” 

Taking a sharp inhale, you look up at the ceiling and let it out before looking at Sebastian, “I’ll be right back Bash. Mama has a mess to clean.” “No! I gots it, Mama! I’ll get a towel,” Jayda said as she ran to the laundry room.

“Okay,” you sighed, at this point it was useless to try and argue. You were tired, you could mop it up later.

“Here Mama, I got you some water,” Genevieve said softly as she brought you a cup. It was over flowing, and you were sure there was a trail of water behind her. But the thought was sweet. “Thank you baby.”

You sipped the water in your glass before sitting it down and leaning back.

“Mama! I brought you crackers!” Jayda shouted, running over with a sleeve of crackers. 

You smiled a little, “Thank you Jay.” You reached for them but she held out a hand, “No, I’ll open it!” “Jayda, don’t yell! Mama has a headache!” “Vieve, you’re yelling,” you said gently. “Sorry Mama.” 

You looked back to Jayda to see her struggling before ripping it open and spilling crackers on the carpet. “Oops…” She looked up at you and handed you what was left, “Here you go.” “Thank you hun.”

“Why don’t you both go play in your room, Gen. Daddy will be home soon and you can go outside.”

They nodded before running up the stairs. 

You sighed and held your head in your hands before sliding to the floor and picking up the crackers and throwing them away. 

But your position change made blood rush to your head and triggered your gag reflex. “Shit,” you muttered before gripping the edges of the trash can and just waiting for it. Apparently it was taking its time until you sat up because it all rushed up at once when you did.

Groaning into the trash can, you spat into it before getting up and going back into the bathroom to wash your mouth out again.

You came back into the living room to hear Sebastian crying. 

“Oh Bash, Mama left you alone didn’t she. I’m sorry,” you said, picking him up and shushing him gently. “Oh I know baby boy, I’m sorry.” 

It took you about 20 minutes of that before he fell asleep in your arms and you laid him down in his playpen. 

“There you go, baby.” You sighed and laid down on the couch. “Just an hour, and Mickey will be home…” You cuddled up with a blanket and turned the TV on, “Just need to relax for a little bit.”

Mickey smiled as he walked in, “Hey, guess who’s home?” “Shhhh, Daddy, Mama’s sleeping,” Genevieve hissed from her spot on the carpet. 

“Oh,” he winced. “Sorry sorry.” 

He put his bag down gently before walking in, seeing tissues on nearly every surface from where you had blown your nose while you chased kids around the house. And then when he got to the living room he noticed the trash can next to the couch.

The girls were coloring in the living room, having come down to watch TV just before Mickey got home, and Sebastian was still napping.

He sighed and went over to you, glancing to see the vomit in the trash can. He knelt down, feeling the saltines break under his weight. 

“Hey, baby?” Mickey gently shook your shoulder, putting the inside of his wrist to your forehead, “Shit… you’re burning up.” He patted your face, “Hey honey.” 

You groaned a little as your eyes fluttered open, “Hey, Mick…”

“How long have you been like this?” 

“What do you mean?” 

He arched his brow, “Um, you’re cuddled up on the couch burning up and sweating like I do on the tarmac? Honey, have you felt icky all day?” He censored himself, remembering little ears were in ear shot. 

“I um,” you said sniffling as you sat up. Mickey watched you close your eyes and groan as you steadied yourself and he frowned. “Sweetheart…” “I’m okay Mick, just a little-” 

Your sentence got interrupted by a sudden rush of sick. “Trash can…” Mickey didn’t even question it and held the trash can up, holding your hair back with his free hand.

“I got you baby, I got ya.” 

“Daddy? Is Mama okay?” Jayda asked, a little worry in her voice. “Yeah, Mama’s gonna be okay. She’s just not feeling well, but she’s okay.” Jayda nodded and quietly went back to coloring. 

Once you’re done throwing up, Mickey helps you stand. “Girls, Mama and I will be right back, be good okay?” “Yes Daddy,” they both said as they continued to color.

Mickey helped you to the bathroom and sat you on the closed toilet as he looked for the thermometer. “Have you felt bad all day?” You opened your mouth but he spoke again. “And don’t lie to me.”

You sighed and nodded as he held the thermometer up and put it in your mouth.

“You’ve felt shitty all day?” You nodded again as the thermometer beeped and he took it out to look at it. “101.3, fuck, Honey. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Mav would under-”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to take you away from work.” “Screw work, you’re sick and you took care of three kids by yourself. Honey, you’re exhausted and you won’t get better if you don’t let yourself rest.”

You shook your head before groaning a little at the headache the action gave you, “Miguel, you can’t-” You blinked as you stopped mid sentence, your lips trembling as you felt sick again. Covering your mouth, you moved to the floor and lifted the lid to throw up in the toilet.

Mickey frowned, feeling awful for not being here today and leaving you to deal with the kids while you miserable. He squatted down and grabbed a ponytail holder, tying your hair back for you, “I’m calling Cyclone and Mav, I’m not going in tomorrow so I can take care of you and the kids.”

“I can’t ask you to do that… You love your job.”

He looked up at you, almost angry, “Not as much as I love you. And you’re not asking, that’s the reason I’m telling you that I’m not going in.”

You stayed quiet and just shook your head, trying not to get sick again, “I need to make dinner…” He shook his head right back, “You’re not serious, you’re actively trying not to throw up again. Y/N, you need to go lay down with a cold rag on your head. I’ll fix dinner for me and the kids and you get soup.”

You perked up a little, sitting up and looking at him, “Your abuela’s soup?” 

He smiled and cupped your cheek, “If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll make. But only if you take a break and let me baby you until you're better.” “But the kids-” “What did I say?” 

You sighed, “Okay, okay fine.” 

“Alright now, let’s get you on the couch and I will get any mess left by our girls.”

You nodded and let him take you back to the couch before he got you a cool, damp rag.

“There you go Honey,” he said, laying it across your forehead. “Thank you Mickey. I love you.” “I love you too.” 

You smiled at him, “Go start dinner so I can have abuela’s soup, go go.” He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen.

“Hey! Who spilled Sprite all over the floor?”

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[whumpees]

Smallville whump list (young superman)

Every story has a beginning!!

Synopsis: young Clark Kent struggles to find his place in the world as he learns to harness his alien powers for good and deals with the typical troubles of teenage life in Smallville, Kansas.

Whumpee: by tom welling

Episodes: 217 (10 seasons 2001-2011)

I feel like this list is more like a narrative of my own experience with this show 😂😂😂

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Warning: i describe the whump in detail so if you don't want it spoiled i wrote the very whumpy episodes in red.

I advise you not to skip just to watch the whump watch the whole show you won't regret it 😭

S01

Ep1: falls over and looks weak and in pain because of kryptonite. Hit by a car and falls in the water but not hurt. Learns the truth about his origin and crying because of it in the graveyard (poor baby 😭). A guy picks a fight with him but he's got a kryptonite necklace so clark gets so weak, the guy wraps the necklace around his neck so he basically became helpless, guys carried him into a car, tied him up shirtless in a scarecrow and painted "s" on his chest (humiliation ritual), weak and shivering, asking for a guy to help him in his little SHAKY voice "get me down, please?" (Can you beg more? holly shit that gave me butterflies he looked in so much pain) (the guy didn't help him), calling for somebody to help, lex unties him and he falls on the ground

Ep2: close to kryptonite and starts feeling unwell (subtle he's trying to act fine). Opens a box with kryptonite and his hand starts shaking and turn blue and veiny. Near lots of kryptonite and gets weak and leans on the walls, hit by a metal pool and falls on the ground, picked up and thrown across the house

Ep3: weakened by kryptonite, punched in the stomach and slammed against the wall and falls down, locked in sauna with lots of kryptonite, very weak and tries to get up multiple times but fails, trying to throw away the rocks but passes out midway, helped up

Ep4: pushed through glass door and falls on the ground. Sudden headache because his senses started getting sharper, panicked cuz he started seeing through people so he let go of the rope he was climbing and fell on his back. Sudden headache again. Pushed and fell off the window. Weakened by kryptonite, hit with a pool multiple times and falls on the ground

Ep5: heat sucked out of him & passes out frozen

Ep6: feeling sick cuz of kryptonite

Ep7: weakened by kryptonite, hit with a shovel, struggles to get up, hit in the face with the shovel and falls through glass door

Ep8: pushed through glass door and falls. Thrown to the ground

Ep10: punched in the stomach and falls. Hit with a metal weapon in his face and slams against the wall, choked

Ep11: shot multiple times and falls on the ground. Got multiple bruises from the bullets, his mom tends to them and he winces in pain

Ep12: feeling sick cuz of kryptonite. Struck by lightning and in pain (took away his powers), fails to use his strength and has nose bleed, exhausted after running and has a leg cramp, limping, another nose bleed. Hits his fingers while using a hammer and screams in pain. Having a hard time doing daily chores now that his strength is gone. Thrown away by someone and falls on a car, unconscious on the car with a bleeding head, a doctor wraps his ribcage, shocked to learn he'll be in this much pain for couple of weeks like a human 😂 winces in pain when hugged, in pain when moving. Slammed against a fence, then a wall

Ep13: in a choke hold, punched in the gut. Affected by kryptonite, smashed in the face with a hook and falls (was nice). A bad guy puts his hand through his stomach and clark is in a lot of pain

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S02

Ep1: worried about his dad he sounds like he's about to cry (shaky voice loved it). Gets to a place full of kryptonite and collapses, someone puts kryptonite in his jacket to keep him weak, dragged out while helpless and weak, on the ground

Ep2: unable to control his heat vision and anxious about it, lana tells him he's burning up. Locked up in jail

Ep3: exposed to kryptonite and collapses, helped up

Ep4: family uses green kryptonite on him so they can remove the red kryptonite ring from his finger that altered his personality, collapses

Ep5: pushed far away. Pushed and falls far on the ground

Ep10: falls out of his motorcycle into a cave, someone rips off his shirt to check if he's injured

Ep11: pushed and falls on the ground. Kryptonite used on him then pushed down the stairs, kryptonite necklace wrapped around his neck, in pain (he's really that weakened by kryptonite that he can't even lift his hand to remove the necklace?? So helpless i love it) tied up while unable to resist. Hit with a pool and falls through glass

Ep12: has to jump from a building to save someone but afraid of heights (was so cute to watch his super nervous and trying to calm himself 😂😂), crashes through the glass of the building, collapses from kryptonite and in a lot of pain

Ep14: pete uses kryptonite on him and he collapses in pain. Pete punches him real hard with kryptonite that he slams against the wall then falls unconscious, lana splashes him with water to wake him up

Ep16: infected with a disease and starts coughing, gets sick and dizzy while driving and almost had an accident, loses his powers. Feels sick while talking to lana and passes out and falls down the stairs while talking to her, unconscious on the couch and a doctor examines him, blood sample taken from him (can be puncturd because he's weakened). Chloe talks to him while he's unconscious and caresses his hair, mutters lana in his sleep. Standing with a blanket and looks cold. Told to rest cuz he's too sick but still goes to help his dad but is so sick and helped to walk. Struggling to stay standing and looks on the verge of fainting and his dad is holding him up (he looks so fragile he had to be held up!!), cured (sadly)

Ep17: unconscious in the middle of the road (sleep walking or should i say sleep flying), wakes up confused (srsly that mf lex is EVERYWHERE). Sudden intense headaches (started developing super hearing). In a cave and hit with light beam in his chest then lex finds him unconscious on the ground and shakes him awake. Another sudden headache and loses control over his heat vision. Terrified learning the truth about himself (love when superheros have an identity crisis and get scared of themselves)

Ep19: arrested, on his knees and hands behind his head

Ep20: smacked with a car door and falls (clark's dad: "how would they do that??" Clark: "what beat the crap out of me? It hurt it actually hurt" lmao 😂😂😂). Snooped on some bad guys and got caught, held by 2 of them, punched in the face and bled from the mouth (they were on kryptonite so they overpowered him), thrown to the ground, dragged by the guys, thrown into the oven, gets out with slight burns on his face but heals quickly. One of the guys could actually grab clark's hands when he was trying to attack them. Hit with a pipe and flew through glass, slammed against a car, actually hurt and struggling to fight back

Ep21: affected by kryptonite

Ep22: sudden head pain. Hit by lazer beam by someone and is in pain

Ep23: spoilers: very detailed important whump regarding clark's personality and relationship with his family. the spaceship burns the symbol of krypton on his chest (his biological father is threatening him into submission), in excruciating pain and screaming, collapses. (The scar looks pretty bad) Trying to do something but is in a lot of pain and struggling, collapses, causes a massive explosion, unconscious under rubble, ripped clothes and covered in dust, woke up, coughing, leaning on something to get up, unsteady, runs up the stairs but falls (still weak), dazed from shock and guilt for causing harm on his mother and telling lana that all he does is bring pain and suffering to everyone's lives and that his dad looked at him like he was an alien (his dad was upest with him for not listening to him which hurt his mom), told lana to stay away from him or he'll hurt her too. Heartbroken watching his mother cry, thinks his biological father was right about him ending up hurting the people he loves, the gulit was tooo much for him he wears the red kryptonite ring to numb his feelings and runs away from home into a different city

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S03

Ep1: spoilers again the same related emotional whump. as he's wearing the ring his scar started burning and he collapsed in a telephone booth, writhing in pain on the ground, the ring was causing the pain so he took it off and so he came back to himself and called his mom but didn't say anything but she still knew it was him and told him to come back home and he looked so heartbroken and about to cry but couldn't say anything to her and hung up the phone and wore the ring again 😭

(This is the best emotional whump I've ever seen so far (because of the kind of character he is) he was such a good kid but he must've felt so unwanted since he's adopted and screwed up everything for his family so he felt like he couldn't show his face to them again and couldn't bear the sadness to the point of wearing the ring again despite knowing the risks. Stray puppy 😭😭😭 they're such a cute family they raised a cute and pure kid 😭).

, Extreme pain again from his scar while arguing with chloe so he yelled at her to leave and when she did he collapsed on his knees and took off the ring to stop the pain. Jorel gave his father powers to go get him back home by force, he tackled him down and jumped with him from a building

Ep2: rough fight with his dad, dishevelled from the fight, extreme pain from the scar then collapsed for a sec. (You know you can keep acting badass and evil but you can't escape being adorable). Threatened they'd kill his parents so he had to give them his blood, since nothing can cut him he used kryptonite stone to cut his arm and was in a lot of pain and when he was done he collapsed on the floor, blurry vision. Motionless on the ground and the bad guys ripped his shirt to tape a kryptonite stone on his chest, they drag him into a truck and tape his hands and on their way to expose his identity (like an imprisoned kitten), in an explosion, got out of the water with difficulty

Ep3: collapsed from kryptonite, screams, on the ground and a guy puts the stone close to him to torture him. Shot with KRYPTONITE bullet through his hand and chest, falls and screams in pain, his dad rips his shirt and tries to extract the bullet with an knife and clark SCREAMS and he tells his to stay still, "he's not breathing", passed out the rest of the time it's being extracted (good for him), unconscious in bed and wakes up and says he feels a little woozy

Ep4: woke up anxious and confused from a long nightmare and his parents told him he slept for a day and a half. Sleep deprived cuz he's afraid to sleep and dream again, looks tired and sleepy. Fell asleep while driving (but not shown) and wrecked the car, dragged out of the car while asleep. In a dream: lifted by the neck and thrown away. Woke up startled

Ep5: keeps having glitches in his powers, sudden head pain because of heat vision, burns his hand from it. Tries to save a man from falling while he doesn't have his powers and struggles to hold on to the rope, has big cuts on his hands from holding onto the rope

Ep6: touched kryptonian symbols and got flashes of memories: stunned, breathing heavily and shaking and his dad tries to snap him out of it (DO IT AGAINNN)

Ep8: kryptonite used on him and beat up, weak and collapses on the floor. Emotional and sad hearing what lana said to him

Ep9: beaten up with kryptonite and collapsed on the floor, kryptonite put on his chest, put on stretcher, a guy trying to steal his powers, laying there helpless and can't move, struck by electricity to take his powers, convulsing, powers taken, picked up and thrown to the ground twice, bleeding face and moaning in pain

Ep10: affected by kryptonite, covering his ears from loud painful noises, kryptonite ray scars his retinas and blinds him, gets on his knees from the pain, has bruises around his eyes, helped to sit, wearing black sunglasses and helped to walk to school, dropping things, his hearing has sharpened and sounds are causing him extreme pain. helpless and can't save his friend cuz he can't see. Bad guy yanked his glasses off and moved fire close to his eyes and he screamed in pain. His vision returned a little but everything is blurry. In pain from noise

Ep11: hypnotised dad punches him with kryptonite multiple times

Ep13: affected by kryptonite, hit over the head with it (knocked out i guess but not shown), put in the trunk of a car with kryptonite, awake at the beginning then unconscious in there

Ep14: kryptonite used on him, collapses in pain, kissed against his will while he's weak (obsessed girl)

Ep19: went to a lab (trap), affected by kryptonite and hit over the head and falls down, taken for an experiment to discover what he is, put on lab table, clothes cut off, restrained and hooked to some wires, lowered into a tank full of kryptonite, convulsing, regaining suppressed memories, convulsions intensify and keeps screaming his mother's name, causes an explosion, lex found him unconscious and submerged under the kryptonite and breaks the tank, clark wakes up and asks lex to help him then closes his eyes again. Looks worn down and lex tells him he looks pretty messed up

Ep20: stabbed with kryptonite blade, collapses on the ground, stumbles to his house, ragged breathing (LOVE HIS LABOURED BRETHING AND STAGGERING STEPSSS), trying to grab the phone but collapses, parents come home to find him unconscious on the ground, rolled over, "barely has a pulse", bleeding a lot through his clothes, his mom slips on his blood and they're both horrified, his dad rips his shirt and presses on the wound to stop the bleeding (the amount of shirts ripped is immeasurable) and accidentally heals him and it leaves a scar, next morning clark is still unconscious and wrapped in a blanket and his parents are asleep next to him, wakes up in pain, struggles to get up. Thrown against a tree, a guy as strong as him is on top of him trying to stab him again with the blade

Ep22: blackmailed by his biological father

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S04

Ep1: a ship or something dropped him to earth, found unconscious and naked in a field by lois, doesn't remember anything, wrapped in a blanket, taken to the hospital to be checked out, wearing hospital gown. he looks so peaceful and lost throughout the whole episode it's so cute he looks like a puppy 😂😂😂. On his knees from pain from noise. Fighting with himself (jorel), unconscious on the ground after the fight, wakes up and his mom puts his head on her lap and caresses his face

Ep3: affected by kryptonite gas, staggers, bashed over the head with a chair and falls, helped to get out of the place

Ep4: drinks a kryptonite laced juice without knowing and gags, tells the coach he feels sick but he forces him to continue playing, coach gave his team permission to bully him so they kept pushing him around, icing his bruises and in pain, at that moment his coach comes and beats him up to a pulp, bleeding face (was still weak from kryptonite). (Not whump but there was a girl on top of him pinning his hands over his head)

Ep5: affected by kryptonite and leans back on a disk. Kryptonite used on him and drops on the ground

Ep6: covers his ears in pain from noise. Swapped bodies with lionel and punched in prison in his body. Lionel slapped by lana in clark's body and martha uses kryptonite on him and he collapses

Ep7: tries holding kryptonite to make himself weaker so he can play in the team without hurting anyone. Someone commands him to choke himself

Ep8: hit with a wheel and falls. 3 witches possessing lana, chloe, and lois' bodies attack him with magic and lift him off the ground then he falls and collapses to the ground (magic actually hurts him), the 3 of them hold him down by his arms, bleeding face, "lana" rips his shirt (world record for ripped shirts) and puts her hands on his chest to strip him from his powers, passes out, laying unconscious on the ground. Arms chained up above his head and shirtless, heavily bruised face and bleeding lips, "chloe" digs her nails onto his chest and scratches him leaving a trail of blood (to get him to talk) and he screams, "lana" kisses him to get some info by magic. Jason unchaines him and helps him up. Clark burns the witch's book and the next moment he's waking up on the ground

Ep10: in Jason's dream: beaten up and passes out

Ep11: dosed with red kryptonite by someone. Emotional and crying (about feeling free and normal with that one person he can't be with poor kid has always longed for some sense of belonging he was so sad 😭)

Ep12: emotional whump: crying over someone's death and furious at the guy who killed them and almost kills him 😳. Feeling immense guilt over that person's death, looks super depressed over their grave (chloe's reaction to that matter was perfect and what she said to him 😭)

Ep14: got into a truck to save a dog from bad guys but accidentally breaks kryptonite bottles, collapses (omg he literally becomes so helpless near kryptonite he can't even lift himself up he just crumbles on the ground 😳), moaning, they lock him in the dog cage and attempt to burn the truck, the dog opens the cage and clark was leaning on the door so he falls when it opens (he can't even hold his weight yall), the dog drags him out of the truck and drops him roughly, clark tries to get up but staggers and falls

Ep15: collapses cuz of kryptonite. Attacked and knocked out with magic by the witch possessing lana (yo she can knock him out with ONE blow??? Magic affecting him that much is crazy), wakes up. In pain from ringing noise. Attacked with a magic blow again and flies across the ground. In a fight with the witch and she throws a knife into his chest and it bleeds, thrown again

Ep17: affected by kryptonite. Fake lex uses kryptonite on him and he collapses, punched hard that he fell out the window, bleeding cheek, gets up and collapses again in front of his parents, can't get up to help his dad

Ep19: attacked by an ability that wiped out all his memories. Affected by kryptonite, staggers, leans on the wall, tries to move away but collapses

Ep22: wakes up freaked out from a dream and his parents say he was yelling in his sleep and freaked them out. In pain from ringing noise. Gets to a room full of kryptonite and couldn't move away, collapses and passes out. Chole finds him passed out and drags him away by the arm

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S05

Ep1: cut from glass (lost his powers)

Ep2: hits is finger with a hammer accidentally. Punched. Hurt shoulder from lazer. Punched by lex and bleeds from his lips. Lana tends his wound and caresses his face

Ep3: shot (still human), spits blood, collapses and blood starts spreading around him. Unconscious and rolled on a stretcher with oxygen mask on and doctors pressing on his wound. Unconscious in hospital and lana caresses his hair, opens his eyes momentarily to smile at lana then closes them again and goes into cardiac arrest, doctors defibrillate him, pronounced dead (actually died 😳). Got his powers back and feeling super depressed and guilty, burned clothes and looks dishevelled

Ep4: attacked under water and it throws him out of it and he hits the ground hard

Ep5: around kryptonite and feels woozy. Vampire lana throws him next to kryptonite so he's immobilised on the ground then she sucks his blood, she takes him to the other vampires and puts him on the ground (unconscious), sick and talks to lana with difficulty (i guess when she bit him he got poisoned by kryptonite too since she turned into a vampire by kryptonite)

Ep7: cut himself on a sliver kryptonite which infected him with paranoia. Affected by kryptonite (hallucinating). Paranoid about everything and accusing people of betraying him and getting violent so chloe uses kryptonite on him. Looks SUPER sick and sweaty and anxious. Choking on gas (hallucinating). Hit with heat vision by a guy and he pins him down and injects him in the neck with a something to extract the poison "I'm sorry but this is really gonna hurt" and clark screams

Ep8: villain uses kryptonite on him and places it on his chest to immobilises him, hit with heat vision

Ep10: lex whump i liked (fuck you lex): hit with glass bottle, falls and passes out

Ep11: again lex whump: shot, collapses while holding lana, on the ground bleeding and lana is trying to keep him awake but he passes out while talking to her. Taken to the hospital, bandaged chest, gets up from bed with difficulty

Ep12: (cute: super anxious and lana tells him your heart is racing). Spoilers emotional whump: In shock and crying over the death of loved ones. Major major grief

Ep13: same spoilers: grieving and has bottled up anger (in denial). Punched and flew away. Kicked. A little affected by kryptonite. taking his anger on criminals. Kryptonite used on him & collapses, the bitch left him crumbled on the ground with kryptonite the whole time 😂. Finally accepting the death of that person and sobbing while hugging his mom (i haven't cried over a show in so many years seeing clark in that scene destroyed me idk why it hurts so bad yall is something wrong with me or was it actually this sad someone tell me) (I'm done with the show i still can't move on from this 😭😭😂😂😂)

Ep14: affected by kryptonite briefly. Affected again

Ep15: slammed into the wall

Ep16: chloe uses kryptonite on him and leaves it in his pocket, collapsed on the floor. Heartbroken

Ep17: injected with kryptonite drug (and since it just being close to him weakens him he couldn't stop the guy from injecting him), drops unconscious

Ep20: kryptonite used on him, collapses on the ground, punched with kryptonite and knocked out, buried under a pile of dirt with kryptonite, pulled out unconscious

Ep21: in a choke hold

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S06

Ep1: trapped in the phantom zone without his powers, tumbled down a cliff, beeding from the lips, attacked by some creatures and they get on top of him slashing his face multiple times, saved by a woman then she knocks him out. Kicked right after he woke up. Has his cuts treated and winces. Limping. Strangled. Hit in the face and fell on the ground, grabbed by the hair and they cut his hand to take his blood. Rough fight with zod and beaten, bleeding from his mouth

Ep2: SICK CLARK OMG WE NEEDED TO SEE THAT, overworked himself to repair the damage zod had caused, sweaty and looking drained and his mom says she's never seen him this worn out before, tries to get back to work but pauses for a bit to gather his strength, panting while doing chores, sneezes for the first time ever and he's horrified 😂😂😂, using a thermometer, has sore throat. Lost his speed, looks sweaty and says he feels so hot. Weaker and panting while using his strength

Ep3: cuts his hands on tree branches, a woman who can control plants restrains him with branches up high and chokes him and IMPALES him with it in the chest and he PASSES OUT SLOWLY (I LOVE IT WHEN THEY STRUGGLE UNTILL THEIR BODY GIVES OUT AND FAINT), calls chloe in a faint voice, she destroys the branches and he falls (why do you always bounce back kent boy). Smacked in the face and flew away, choked again

Ep6: hit with a superpower blow and flies across the ground

Ep11: got into a lab to rescue someone but it's full of kryptonite (noo my baby got trapped), collapses (rough fall), looks in a lot of pain, helped to walk away from it

Ep12: something unknown attacks him and he falls unconscious from the loft, In a virtual reality made by a zoner: trapped in a psychiatric hospital (omg we got to see his biggest fear come true), in a hospital attire, confused and scared as to how he's there, without his powers, hostile and manhandled and dragged away, told he suffers from paranoid schizophrenia and delusional to cope with the trauma of his parents' "death", looks sick, wearing a straitjacket (that ties his arms), finally believed he's actually insane, wearing a vest that's strapping his hands to his waist, pinned down on an operating table to get a treatment that's supposed to "fix" him (which is a drill that's gonna go through his skull) and hooked up to some wires, guys holding his head forcibly so he doesn't move

Ep13: consumed red kryptonite so his mom uses green kryptonite on him to reverse the effect and he collapsed in a lot of pain and sweating and panting

Ep16: nightmare. Absolutely heartbroken

Ep17: BEATEN REAL BAD by a zoner, bleeding face

Ep18: chloe puts kryptonite in his pocket, collapses, his mom comes home to find him unconscious (again the fact that couldn't even lift his hand to get it out of his pocket!!)

Ep19: thrown away by an explosion that expelled kryptonite stones along with it so he falls unconscious. Lex notices THERE'S BLOOD DRIPPINGGG DOWN HIS ARM he has a shrapnel stuck in it, lex pulls it out and wraps his arm with a cloth roughly (cuz mad) and clark grunts, has to walk through kryptonite in front of lex to make it out of a tunnel, so weak and unstable and keeps leaning on the walls to walk, leans against the wall and slides down, rubble with kryptonite falls on him and traps him, passes out, lex helps him to walk, bleeding through the cloth

Ep21: hit by somebody strong couple times and flies across the ground

Ep22: in shock, grief. hit multiple times by a powerful phantom

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S07

Ep1: took a hard blow to his stomach it knocked him out, wakes up and gets up with difficulty

Ep2: thrown away after a collision with someone with super powers he smashed into rocks and trees then hit the ground violently

Ep3: weakened by kryptonite and collapsed on the ground, stepped on

Ep4: weakened by kryptonite and struggling to fight

Ep6: pushed and crashed into the wall. Affected by kryptonite

Ep7: affected by kryptonite

Ep8: wore a ring that took away his powers: thrown on a car, bleeding head

Ep11: (nice queen whump: pushes lois out of danger and bangs his head (but not shown), unconscious with bleeding head, tied up with lois) clark's: sound manipulation superpower used on him, in pain and covers his ears, collapses, bleeding ears

Ep12: choked in lex's consciousness and hit multiple times

Ep13: pete puts kryptonite on his chest

Ep14: tasered with kryptonite and falls, punched, required backup to take him down, hit with many tasers, drops to his knees, pulled from the hair and punched again, bleeding face, blindfolded, wakes up in a cage with kryptonite walls which the bad guy can control the intensity of their kryptonite voltage, the guys keeps raising the intensity to torture him (he's enjoying it) and clark crumbles to the ground writhing in pain, so helpless and can't get up, the guys raises it to bring him to his knees for the fun of it i guess, tries to get up multiple times but falls, kryptonite raised to the highest voltage to kill him and he's crippled, rescued

Ep15: worried sick and heartbroken for somebody

Ep18: in a different timeline: shot in the stomach and in the arm with kryptonite bullets, collapses, bleeding. Back to normal timeline: choked, lifted by the neck, thrown

Ep19: kryptonite used on him, collapses, ACTUALLY SHOWING HIM PASS OUT SLOWLY, restrained on a table, squirming in pain from kryptonite, more kryptonite being poured around him and he's in more pain, (you guys keeping count of ripped shirts?), the man rips his shirt and CARVES SYMBOLS INTO HIS CHEST WITH A KNIFE AND CLARK PASSES OUT FROM THE PAIN WHAT DID I JUST WATCHHHH (*faints*), KRYPTONITE AND WOUNDS!! Dude SUFFERED, blood all over his chest, rescued by chloe (*cries*)

Ep20: kicked in the face and falls. Absolutely heartbroken and crying (nooo don't cry baby), lois runs to hug him and he cries on her shoulder (this was wholesome 😭😭😭). YOO THE END OF THE EPISODE IS THE MOST ICONIC SCENE IN THE SHOW I GOT GOOSEBUMPS (i just spent 40 minutes discussing the characters of the show with chatgbt)

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S08

Ep1: in another country without his powers doing forced labor, tired doing work, beaten, kicked in the face and knocked out, unconscious in a corner with a bleeding head (I'm ded 🪦), splashed with water to wake up. Fighting. Shot with 2 arrows, collapses, bleeding through white shirt, dying and memories flashing before his eyes, passes out in chloe's arms, carried unconscious by the arm by a man and flown towards the sun to heal, wakes up on a couch

Ep3: (queen's whump: poisoned and all that stuff I'm lazy to write but it's good)

Ep5: affected by kryptonite, hit with wrench and falls, passes out from kryptonite, wakes up chained in a chair and his vision starts clearing up, bleeding face, electrocuted

Ep8: sucked into the phantom zone, wakes up there with bleeding head, in pain and puts his hand on his head. Attacked by phantoms off screen and grunts, bleeding cuts on his face. Pushed real hard by a zoner and falls on a car, choked

Ep10: pushed hard and falls next to kryptonite so he couldn't get up

Ep11: hit with an axe in the stomach, kicked and fell from the loft, bleeding through his shirt, groaning, stepped on, holding his side, getting up with difficulty, BLEEDING PROFUSELY THROUGH HIS WHITE SHIRT AND HOLDING HIS SIDE AND GROANING DID THEY JUST SHOW US A PIECE OF ART, told he's not gonna heal as fast, given a cloth to stop the bleeding. Picked up and thrown to the ground

Ep12: arrested

Ep14: kissing lana despite the immense pain from kryptonite until he collapsed (+queen's whump: in an explosion, wakes up in the hospital, bandaged torso, wakes up hands tied to the hospital bed)

Ep15: collapsed from kryptonite

Ep18: in pain and collapses from kryptonite

Ep19: superspeeds into a place but suddenly weakened by kryptonite, punched in the face and falls, kicked in the gut while he's collapsed on the floor, lois peeks into the place and finds him getting beaten, takes a bullet for lois, on the ground in pain and talking with difficulty, helped to walk out of the room by lois and jimmy

Ep21: choked while his powers were taken

Ep22: hit with kryptonite dart to stop him from ruining a plan, writhing in pain on the ground, someone takes the dart out and he grunts loudly. Picked up like a doll by a monster and BEATEN

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S09

Ep3: flash forward: wakes up grunting on a stretcher, marks on his arm from a needle and holding his arm, weak and leaing against the wall while walking, turned out he was injected with a needle dipped in kryptonite cuz it's the only way to penetrate his skin so they can darw his blood and make an antidote out of it HE SCREAMED WHEN THE NEEDLE PUNCTURED HIS SKIN AND CHLOE TOLD THE DOCTOR TO STOP IT'S KILLING HIM BUT HE KEPT GOING TO TAKE THE FULL SAMPLE AND IT LITERALLY TOOK JUST 10 SECONDS FOR CLARK TO BLACK OUT FROM THE PAIN THIS KIND OF WHUMP SHOULD BE ILLEGAL YOU'RE GONNA BE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY HEART ATTACK. Pulse checked. When he woke up it was morning WHICH MEANS HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS ALL NIGHT. Punched hard that he crashed through glass

Ep9: near kryptonite and weak, pinched himself with kryptonite wire that connected him to someone's memories, unconscious in a sitting position and Emil checks his eyes with flashlight and tries to wake him up but he won't. In the future from somebody's memories: without his powers, dragged by the leg with bloody face, hand stepped on and screams, kicked and crashes through the rubble and falls unconscious, stabbed with kryptonite knife and has it twisted in his stomach. In the present: Woke up in pain

Ep11: taken somewhere and woke up on the ground

Ep13: collapses cuz of kryptonite

Ep14: cuts himself with kryptonite to use his blood and is in pain

Ep17: stabbed with kryptonite but he gets up on his feet the next second wtf?

Ep21: slashed in the chest with kryptonite blade, beaten, stabs himself with the blade, falls from a building (to be continued)

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S10 (I'm here already 😭)

Ep1: lois finds him unconscious on the ground in the rain with the blade in his chest, in lois' arms (this is the most beautiful view I've ever seen), she takes the blade out, lowers his head gently on the ground, wakes up and gets up but unsteady, heals

Ep5: chained by magic in a coffin

Ep6: cuts his hand on something (lost his powers suddenly). Knocked out with a cudgel, unconscious on the ground and woken up by lois. Slahsed in the stomach, collapses, "buried alive" (they didn't show it). Takes a blast of flames instead of lois and his whole back is severely burned and looks like he's trying to contain the pain

Ep8: affected by kryptonite, collapses, kicked and smacked in the face, had his leg pulled with a rope and fell down, stepped on, chained by the arms on his knees, woman scratches his chest with metal claws, tied up in a chair (his head is tied in place too), someone trying to erase his memories by force and he screams

Ep9: in a cage made of kryptonite and a little affected not whumpy at all

Ep10: in another reality: cut his hand, on his knees and sword pointed at his neck (really nice). Affected by kryptonite, collapses on the ground, writhing and moaning in pain, kicked and beaten with a belt

Ep11: everyone's knocked out on the ground suddenly

Ep12: without his powers and looks worn down, sudden flashbacks of himself being "experimented on": struggling, head held in place, injected with a sedative in the neck and passes out. Blanked out from the flashbacks and lois trying to snap him out of it, it's been said they're all actually in a comatose state in a lab but they never show clark there again

Ep13: collapses from kryptonite

Ep15: woke up super hungover with no memory of last night, later we see footage of him drunk (WE FINALLY GOT TO SEE HIM DRUNK THIS EPISODE IS SO FREAKING HILARIOUS)

Ep16: collapses from kryptonite

Ep17: collapses from kryptonite. Punched with kryptonite and falls from the loft unconscious, wakes up tied to a chair

Ep19: in the phantom zone without his powers, hands chained (him and oliver) and forced on their knees, has cuts and blood all over, punched and falls on his knees, sword poked through his injury in his chest, grunts, punched again, and again and drops to his knees. In a fight with oliver and slashed in the arm, smacked in the face and falls, stabbed in the chest, on his knees looking helplessly at the villain, heals

Ep20: without his powers: pushed and crashes through screen, on his knees (kinda grabbed by the hair) And choked by lois

Ep21: lifted off the ground by the neck and thrown away

And the journey has just begun!!

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Gotta add this it's so clark's song (4×19)

- Always hold on to smallville 😭😭

[hunterscabin]

The Lighthouse Part II

Summary: A hunt takes a turn for the worse, and Sam and Dean fight to keep you alive.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader

Warnings: Angst; drowning; language; resuscitation; whump

Word Count: 2.2K

Author’s Note: I used Regina Femrite’s painting “Beam Of Hope” as inspiration for the setting. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I hope you enjoy! 

The Lighthouse Part I

Dean carried you to dry sand and sat down. He placed you in front of him, your back nestled in his chest. He wrapped two strong arms around you, balling one hand and grabbing it with the other. Expertly, he thrust his fist inward and upward. Water began to drain from your mouth. Sam fell to the sand in front of you and placed a gentle hand on your forehead to help keep you upright. Once Dean was satisfied that he’d expelled as much water from your lungs as he could, he cradled your head and laid you down. 

Dean placed a calloused hand on your forehead and used two fingers to lift your chin. Despite ridding your lungs of water, you still were not breathing.

“Come on, kiddo,” Dean pleaded as he pinched your nose and sealed his mouth around yours, inflating your lungs. Sam grabbed your wrist praying to feel your heartbeat. It was faint and slowing, but detectable.

“Pulse?” Dean looked to his brother, dreading the answer. Sam nodded “yes,” still trying to catch his breath.

The urgency Sam felt turned to utter panic as he watched Dean continue to force air into your broken body. Your soaking wet clothes clung to your small frame. Your lips were an impossible shade of blue and your skin a deathly gray. 

Dean wrapped his lips around yours, this time blowing more forcefully. “Breathe for me, Y/N/N,” he cried out between breaths, “Please, breathe.” Dean had barely registered the lightheaded feeling that began tugging at his senses, when his brother stirred next to him.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice was frantic. Letting go of your wrist, he reached across your body and pressed two fingers to your neck. Seconds spanned a lifetime as Sam waited for the beat of your heart to reach his touch. He could feel Dean’s air entering and leaving your body, but there was nothing else. His stomach dropped. “She doesn’t have a pulse.” Sam groaned.

Dean felt as if all of the blood drained from his body. A darkness loomed over the beach. The one thing he was supposed to protect was dying beneath him. 

Dean moved to start CPR, but Sam was already hovered over you. He placed a hand in the center of your sternum, lacing the other on top. He locked his arms and began pumping your chest. After 30 compressions, he looked to Dean. 

“Breathe.” Sam commanded. 

Dean blew two deep breaths into you and looked back up at Sam who had already started his second round of compressions. Your delicate body rocked with each forceful push. 

“Fuck,” Sam whimpered as he felt one of your ribs give way. Dean heard the crack and glanced up at his brother. 

“Sammy,” Dean willed his brother to look at him. Sam’s eyes met Dean’s, defeat and exhaustion evident on his face. “You’re not hurting her, you’re saving her,” Dean assured, knowing exactly what Sam was thinking. Ever the caretaker, Dean found the words to comfort and encourage his brother even in the midst of his own fear. “You’re doing good, Sammy. Keep going.”

Sam nodded in understanding. He hung his head as he continued pressing down on your chest. “Please, Y/N/N,” Sam pleaded, “Come back." 

Dean quietly joined in his brother's panic. You weren’t responding. They needed a new plan. He thought momentarily about finding a crossroad, but he knew you’d never forgive either of them for making a deal. That’s when Dean remembered. 

"Sammy!” Dean’s exclamation jarred Sam’s already racing heart. “There’s an AED in Baby.” In their frantic attempts to revive you, Dean had forgotten the life-saving box that Bobby had given him “In case of an emergency.”

“What?” Sammy questioned in disbelief.  

“After a bad hunt,” Dean said breathlessly, “we lost too many people that could have been saved.” Dean began to gauge the distance between him and the car. “Bobby swiped two AEDs and made me promise to keep one in Baby.” 

“Take over for me,” Sam shifted, preparing to run. 

“No,” Dean protested, “You have to be exhausted from swimming back with her. I’ll go.” It wasn’t the time to argue, but Dean saw the look of strain on his brother’s face and knew that running to the car and back would push him over the edge. He needed Sam to preserve whatever strength he had left; Dean couldn’t save you on his own.

Sam said nothing but agreed by finishing a cycle of compressions and leaning down to take over breathing for you. The second Sam pinched your nose and placed his mouth on yours, Dean took off. He had never run so quickly in his life. He closed the over 100-yard distance in a matter of seconds.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through him, Dean was winded when he returned. He couldn’t imagine how exhausted his brother must be. He looked at Sam who was bent over, breathing into you. 

“Any change?” he asked, already knowing the answer.  

“Nothing.” Sam’s tone and face were flat. His entire body ached. His arms were burning, and even with the harsh wind against his wet clothes, he was sweating from the effort of keeping your heart beating. Still, he maintained a steady pace, determined to save you.

“Do you need to switch?” Dean asked as he opened the AED.

“I’ve got her.” Sam replied confidently. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Dean pulled the AED out of its case and turned it on. He reached down the inside pocket and pulled out a pair of medical shears. 

“Don’t stop,” Dean advised as he began to cut your shirt, “I’ll work around you.” He pulled your clothing out from under his brother’s hands.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Dean muttered as he exposed your chest. Dean took off his flannel, and as soon as Sam moved to breathe for you, he used the opportunity to dry you off. 

He pulled the pads from the AED and followed the instructions on the box, placing one near your right shoulder and the other on your left side. The machine prompted Sam to hold compressions and he fell back on his feet. 

The machine called out for everyone to stand clear, and Dean pressed the glowing shock button. He cringed at the sight of your jerking body. Sam pressed his fingers to the side of your neck and Dean took up your wrist. Relief washed over them as they each felt your faint pulse growing stronger. Sam leaned down, placing an ear over your mouth. Dean watched as his brother’s face hardened.  

“She’s still not breathing,” Sam announced with defeat. Dean positioned himself by your head to begin breathing for you again. 

“You can do this, Y/N/N.” Dean muttered as he pinched your nose and sealed his mouth over yours. He glanced at your chest to make sure it rose with his breath and shuddered. 

“Sammy,” Dean’s furrowed brow glanced down to your torso then back up to his brother, “cover her.”

Decency had taken a back seat to their frantic attempts to revive you, but now that your condition was less critical, both brothers were acutely aware of how exposed you were. Sam reached for Dean’s flannel and draped it over you. 

Dean inflated your lungs again. This time, he felt something inside you pop, like a wet balloon becoming unstuck. He gave you one more deep breath, and as soon as he removed his mouth from yours, you began coughing up water. 

“That’s my girl,” Dean encouraged as he rolled you onto your side, “Keep coughing, Y/N.”

Sam reached out and helped pull you over. He rubbed gentle strokes up and down your back as the coughing continued to rack your body. Dean kept one hand under your chin and another on your forehead to keep your airway open as your body worked to expel the remaining water in your lungs. Your coughing finally subsided and was replaced by a low, raspy wheeze. 

Sam laid down on his side so that he was facing you. He lifted a hand to brush the hair away from your face, thankful to see the color returning to your cheeks. With his other hand, he grabbed yours and squeezed gently. 

“Y/N?” he whispered, “Y/N, baby, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” It was faint, but he could feel your grip tighten ever so slightly.  

“Good girl,” he sighed with relief, as he stroked your hair. “I’m right here, Y/N/N. Dean and I are right here.”

The sound of Sam’s voice stirred your senses, and you began to blink your eyes. A rush of pain coursed through your body, and you started to panic. Sam noticed your breathing become erratic and brought his face close to yours. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. You’re okay, baby girl. Look at me.” Your eyes found Sam’s and immediately filled with tears. 

“Hi, Y/N/N,” he breathed, his tone and face were warm with assurance. “Slow breaths in and out, okay?" 

"Sammy,” you choked. Your voice was raw and your throat stung.

“I’m right here.” He leaned in and placed a firm kiss on your forehead. 

A raspy sob escaped your lips. Instinctually, you began to curl your legs toward your chest for comfort, but it only intensified the pain.

“De.” you cried out. Dean’s heart swelled at the sound of his nickname. He was by your head in an instant. Sam sat up so his brother could move in. Dean crouched down so he was at eye level with you. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice broke when your teary eyes met his. “We’re both right here.” Your arms feebly reached out for him. Dean slipped one hand under your head and the other under your waist. He pulled you close to him and felt how badly you were shaking. 

“We need to get her out of these wet clothes.” 

Sam found the medical shears in the sand and carefully cut the sleeves of your already torn shirt. He peeled the cold, wet fabric away and helped Dean slip your arms through the dry sleeves of the flannel that had been covering you. Sam wrapped the front of the shirt around your back, and Dean moved his arm to secure it in place. 

“Let’s get her back to the car,” Sam urged as he unplugged the AED pads from the machine. Dean gathered the cords and lifted you with ease. 

“De?” you whispered. 

“Yeah, sweet girl?” he cooed, pulling you closer to him.  

“S-s-o-c-c-cold.” you managed. 

“I know, Y/N/N. We’re almost there,” he assured as the Impala came into view. You nuzzled your head in the crook of Dean’s neck, his familiar and comforting scent easing some of your pain.

Sam jogged ahead, opening the back door for you and Dean. He slid in and reached across to the front seat, starting the car and turning up the heat as high as it would go. 

“I have a pair of sweatpants in my bag in the trunk,” Dean instructed, as he reached the car. He sat on the edge of the back seat with you in his arms and gently rocked you as he whispered soothing words in your ear. 

Sam crouched in front of you with dry clothes and a blanket in hand. He pulled the shears out of the AED case and began to cut through your pants. Dean did the best he could to help maneuver you, in an effort to keep you covered. Fortunately, his large flannel enveloped you down to your knees. Still in his wet clothes, Sam was starting to shiver. At the mercy of his shaking hands, he struggled momentarily in helping you into Dean’s sweatpants, and you let out a pained and embarrassed whimper.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N.” Sam lamented, his eyes creased with sorrow. 

“S'okay S-s-sammy,” you assured, your voice still hoarse. Sam successfully slipped a pair of dry socks on your feet, and he and Dean worked to wrap you in a blanket. 

While Sam changed into dry clothes, Dean rubbed your back and arms hoping to restore some warmth to your frozen body. When Sam returned, Dean stood up with you and pressed a kiss to your temple before handing you over. 

Sam held you close and slid into the back seat. Once he was situated, he made sure you were comfortable, and you gave a weak nod. Dean grabbed another blanket from the trunk and draped it over you and Sam. He shut your door and moved to the driver’s side, sliding into his seat. He directed all of the vents so they were blowing hot air toward the back of the car. 

Dean caught Sam’s glance in the rear view mirror and they shared a long look of anxious relief. Dean nodded in understanding, and Sam’s eyes fell back to you. He cupped your face in his hand and pulled you closer, placing a kiss in your hair.    

Before putting the car in gear, Dean paused to watch the two people he loved most in this world. The sight of you and Sam solidifying his unwavering vow to protect his family above all else.

Masterlist

[bokettochild]

Febuwhump: Traumatize your babies!

Me: *launches myself at the OC box* I have just the thing!

Warriors: Oh Hyia, no

Me: Captain~

Warriors: Shit

Me: *pulls out Warriors Treacherous Bestie* It's that time again!

Warriors: You won't listren if I beg you to spare me will you?

Me: I never get to play with him EXCEPT during whump season :(

Warriors: Oh Hylia, she's doing the face, crap, why?

Me: Because I love you and that means you must suffer >:)

Warriors: I'm scared of what your hate looks like

Me: >:3