#hurtcember2024

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Paid the Price

|| Mel x Jayce x nonbinary!enforcer!reader

|| Warnings; concussed reader, explosion, hospital, worried Mel and Jayce, mention of Mel feeling guilt, brief season two spoilers, comfort/fluff

|| Summary; when the Council building explodes, reader makes it out... mostly alright.

Requests closed!

Started; December 22nd

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 17, Concussion

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The meeting was going smoothly. Jayce had gotten all of the Council to agree and you couldn't help feeling proud of your boyfriend. Mel had posted you just by the door, trusting you above all other enforcers. So, you had the privilege of watching your partners work. It was always your favourite shifts to be on, whenever you got to be their guard for something. Made the whole enforcer gig worth it.

Everything happened fast. You barely even had the chance to react before the Council room was exploded, you had just enough time to shout," Mel! Jayce!" They had time to turn their attention to you. Seeing the panic in your eyes.

Then there was nothing. When you came to you were in what looked like some private hospital room, with Mel pacing the floor and Jayce trying to calm her down.

"They'll be alright," Jayce assured, you could faintly hear what he was saying. It still felt like there was a ringing in your ears, but you could tell. Even before opening your eyes. That he was just as worried as Mel," they're tough. Right? And stubborn. They wouldn't let a building be the reason they can't get up."

"I know, I just.." Mel groaned. The sound of her heels coming to halt, you could only guess she was looking at you," you're awake. Aren't you? I see you hiding that smirk."

You slowly opened your eyes, grinning just a bit. Mel really knew you like the back of her hand, didn't she? She could always call you out, Jayce however looked surprised as ever. But they both looked relieved. You were awake and that's all that mattered to them.

"You're awake!" Jayce smiled, the first he had since everything happened. By now, that was quite some hours ago. He rushed to your bedside, hands cupping you face. You winced at the fast movement and he immediately let go," sorry- sorry- are you.. feeling okay?"

"Give them space to breathe, Jayce," Mel was smiling too when she joined his side. Hand carefully placed to your knee.

"Like you said, a building won't take me down. I'm fine. Mostly," you looked at Jayce with knowing eyes and his cheeks flushed. Mel held back a laugh.

"You heard all that?" Jayce asked.

"The important stuff," you poked his stomach.

"Are you sure you feel fine? The doctor informed us you had a concussion," Mel explained. Your face fell, a concussion? You'd be out of work for at least a week with that. Probably more if it were up to Mel.

Mel couldn't help looking at you with guilt hidden behind her worry. She had tried to protect the both of you, you were just.. too far away from her to fully protect you. Jayce she had been able to reach no problem, but she was still getting the hang of her abilities and you'd paid the price.

"I will be... little bummed I'm going to be off work," you huffed. Jayce couldn't help but laugh.

"It's always work with you, isn't it?" He asked.

"Hey, you two are just as bad!" You folded your arms over your chest, they shared a look with each other. Silently agreeing with you on that.

"Yeah okay, you got us there," Jayce replied.

The rest of the evening was relaxed, filled with easy conversations. Jayce and Mel tried to both be by your side the whole night, but they were needed for one thing or another. However one was always by your side, they didn't want you to be alone and you greatly appreciated them for it. You loved them just as deeply as they loved you.

[hurtcember]

Above is the official Hurtcember 2024 prompts list.

Below are alternative prompts in case one doesn't want to do a few of the prompts (but still do the whole challenge) or for those who just want to write/draw more.

Both lists are typed out at the bottom of this post.

RULES 1. You can write/draw for any fandom or pairing 2. You can write/draw SFW or NSFW content, just label it accordingly 3. Please tag any Tumblr posts sharing your prompt fills with #hurtcember2024 so that we can find and repost them 4. If you post your works to AO3, please add them to this collection and add "Hurtcember" and/or "Hurtcember 2024" to the additional tags of your prompt fill(s) 5. The challenge officially starts on December 1st but feel free to write/draw before then and/or submit things after the month ends officially, whatever works best for you 6. Be kind to other participants 7. You DO NOT have to do every single prompt if you don't want to. The point is to have fun and spark creativity, not to feel like you're doing a chore

Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. Collapse 2. Breakdown 3. Blood 4. Scars 5. Faint 6. Touch-Starved 7. Abandoned 8. Cuddle 9. Exhaustion 10. Touch Aversion 11. Caretaking 12. Cry 13. Nightmare 14. Near Death 15. Trauma 16. Bruise 17. Concussion 18. Fatigue 19. Desperate 20. Panic 21. Afraid 22. Self-Harm 23. Bed-bound 24. Dissociate 25. Accident 26. Guilt 27. Pain 28. Captive 29. Dehydration 30. Dizzy 31. Hyperventilation

Alt Prompts List (Text Copy) 1. "Don't leave" 2. "Help me" 3. "Leave me alone" 4. "It's my fault" 5. "Take my hand"

[chunkypossum]

I wasn't going to share this. I was going to squirrel it away in my den of fear BUT then I saw the @hurtcember prompt list and so now I'm saying fuck it. Happy Hurtcember my wicked little whump loving Azris freaks.

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[aventurineswife]

“Don't Touch Me”

Tags: @lixhizy, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Touch Aversion, Hurt/No Comfort, Emotional Distance, Rejection, Vulnerability, Angst, Psychological Struggles, Unresolved Tension, Hurtcember 2024.

Warnings: Emotional Harm, Hurtful Rejection, Mentions of Trauma (Aventurine's Backstory), No Comfort.

A/N: First time joining a challenge, um yeah... 🧍‍♀️I'm not sorry

You had always admired his intellect from afar—Ratio, a brilliant mind that thrived in the pursuit of knowledge. But today, as you stood before him, his typically confident demeanor seemed at odds with his frayed composure. His hair fell into his eyes, and there was a tense energy about him that you couldn’t ignore. You had grown used to his aloofness, but today felt different.

"Are you going to stand there staring at me?" he asked, his voice sharp, a slight edge to it that made you flinch inwardly.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to… I just thought—"

"Don’t think," he cut you off quickly, his gaze unwavering but cold. "It only complicates matters."

His words stung more than you expected. You could feel the cold distance between you growing, and yet, your heart twisted as his posture remained stiff, his arms tucked close to his body. His usual bravado was masking something deeper, but you could only glimpse the faint cracks in his armor. His eyes darted away from yours when you tried to make eye contact, as if uncomfortable with the vulnerability of being seen.

Without realizing it, you took a step closer, an impulse to offer support, but the moment your hand approached, he recoiled sharply. His gaze hardened as he took a step back, his body language signaling clear aversion.

"I don’t need your sympathy," Ratio snapped, the words laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite read—anger, frustration, or perhaps something more fragile beneath the surface. "Touching me will not fix your problems."

You hesitated, understanding now that it wasn’t just physical contact he was rejecting, but any attempt to bridge the gap between you. His need for control, his refusal to be vulnerable, twisted your chest painfully. You stepped back, unsure how to navigate the sharp divide he had created.

"I’m not here to fix anything," you murmured, but the words seemed insignificant in the face of his retreat. He didn’t respond, only turned away from you, as if dismissing the matter altogether. The silence stretched, suffocating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it.

You had hoped for understanding, but all you had found was the harsh reality of how little you truly meant in his meticulously ordered world.

Aventurine’s smile was nothing short of enigmatic—charming, yet distant, as he leaned back in his seat, casually surveying the room. The flicker of his eyes was unsettling, as if he could see through your very soul. You couldn’t help but feel an unease in his presence. It wasn’t just his sharp mind or the way he manipulated every conversation—it was his very presence that made you feel exposed.

"You seem… distracted," he remarked, his voice smooth, like velvet over sharp edges. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that made you shift uncomfortably.

"I’m fine," you replied quickly, not wanting to admit the growing discomfort.

Aventurine leaned forward, his gaze never wavering. "You don’t seem fine. What’s wrong?"

You wanted to say something, anything to end the tension, but your words faltered. There was a distance between you, an invisible wall that neither of you seemed willing to breach. You tried to break the silence by stepping forward, but the moment your hand neared him, he flinched—just enough for you to notice, like a spark of fire quickly extinguished.

"Don’t," he said softly, his tone carrying a warning. "Touching me won’t make it better. It never does."

His words cut through the air like a blade. You froze, suddenly aware of the weight of the rejection in his voice. You had never seen this side of him before—the cracks in his facade, the vulnerability that he was so determined to hide. He quickly masked his discomfort with a strained smile, but it did nothing to soften the sting.

"You think you understand me," he continued, his voice taking on an edge. "But you don’t. Nothing ever does."

You could feel the hurt in his words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything that might alleviate it. The space between you was so vast now, so suffocating. The man who thrived on calculated risk and manipulation was now someone you couldn’t reach.

You backed away, knowing that any attempt to draw closer would only deepen the divide. The silent rejection felt heavier than any words could express, and all you were left with was the hollow space between you, where the possibility of connection was buried beneath his armor.

[whump-imagines]

Mugging

Eddie x reader

WC: 1500 ish

Warnings: mugging

For @whumpcember day 10 "let me help you" and for @hurtcember day 10 touch aversion... nothing like last minute. Ha.

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You were walking to your car after leaving dinner with a few of your friends when, suddenly, you were yanked into an alley and shoved hard into a brick wall.

Stars danced across your vision from the impact. “What the–?” you asked, confused.

“Give me your phone!” The man in front of you shouted.

You froze, finally realizing what was happening. You started to shake your head and then a fist connected with your face and you cried out in pain.

“Phone! Now!” He shouted again.

Finally, you got your hands to cooperate and you pulled the phone from your back pocket and reached it towards the man. He yanked it from your hand hard enough to throw you off balance.

“Please, just let me go,” you begged.

Another punch landed to your face and then a kick to the side of your knee that knocked you to the ground. You tried to curl into a ball so you could protect your head. Next, your purse was yanked from your shoulder before he kicked you hard a couple times in the side.

You whimpered as you tried to curl further into yourself. You barely even registered the sound of retreating footsteps. Not daring to risk moving, you lay there curled in a ball for several minutes.

Everything hurt. You knew moving was only going to make it worse but you knew you needed help.

Slowly, you managed to push yourself up to a sitting position. Then eventually you managed to get all the way upright. You were dizzy and winded and needed to lean against the wall for support.

With one final, painful, deep breath, you pushed off the wall and started walking. You limped your way to the end of the block and looked around. When you didn't see any people you pushed forward another block, then one more.

When you made it to the next intersection you looked to your left and spotted a fire truck in front of the fire station you had forgotten was there. You sighed in relief and turned in that direction.

About half way down the block, someone came out of a building right in front of you. You froze before you started taking small steps backwards. “Hey, you okay?” the stranger asked.

You only managed a tiny nod as he approached and reached out a hand like he was going to touch you. You backed away faster as you managed to find your voice. “No!”

“Alright, I'm sorry,” he raised the offending hand in surrender and backed away. He got into a car on the curb but didn't start the engine.

You tried to walk as quickly as you could manage away from the stranger and towards the fire station.

When you were about twenty feet away from the truck, a dark haired man rounded the front end and spotted you. Despite knowing that was your intended destination, you couldn't help but to shy away from the man just as you had a moment ago.

He took small steps towards you. “Hi, sweetheart, can you tell me what happened?”

You glanced between the fire truck and the design on his shirt. Finally you decided to answer. “I, um, I was j-just walking,” you gestured back the way you'd come. “Then the alley. A-and he took my phone. Er, I think I should call someone…”

He slowly took a few more steps, closing the distance between you. “My name is Eddie. Can you tell me yours?”

Before you could answer, your knees buckled and you crumpled. Eddie moved quickly, catching you before you could hit the ground.

Even with nowhere to go, you tried to shy away from him.

“Its okay. You're safe,” he assured you. “Let me help you, okay?”

Just then another firefighter rounded the front of the truck. “Eddie, what's taking you so– Oh.”

You whimpered at the closeness of another person. Eddie just squeezed your hand reassuringly.

“Buck, go grab Hen and Chim and have Bobby call Athena, please,” Eddie requested before turning back to you. “What's your name?”

As you gave him your name, he shifted you to the ground so his hands were free. You winced at the sudden shift in position.

“What hurts?” he asked, taking your hand.

A tear slipped from your eye and you hiccuped a painful breath. “Everything.”

“Okay, just try to take some deep breaths for me.” He took a couple slow breaths for you to follow. “That's good. Now, there are about to be a lot more people out here. I know you're scared, but all of them just want to help you. Okay?”

You nodded trying to stay calm. “Okay.”

“And I'll be right here with you, too.”

Next thing you knew, there was three more people beside you and more lingering near the fire truck. You started to panic and everything started to spin.

Eddie squeezed your hand almost painfully. “Breathe, sweetheart. Slow breaths.”

You locked eyes with him and tried as hard as you could to block out everyone else around you as they poked, prodded, and shifted you.

A woman leaned into your line of sight. “I'm going to give you something for the pain. Are you allergic to any meds?”

You start to shake your head but then stop yourself. “Uh, just that dye stuff they use for those scans things.”

“Okay.” She twists a syringe into the IV line you hadn't felt them put in and pressed the plunger. Within seconds your pain eased.

They quickly had you loaded onto a stretcher and pushed you into the ambulance that had been moved closer.

Eddie kept his promise and he stayed by your side all the way into the emergency room. Then there was another round of new people and you panicked again. Eddie was trying to calm you down as you suddenly felt like you were floating before everything went dark.

The last thing you heard was Eddie whispering, “You'll feel better soon.”

The next morning you were picking at a crappy omelette and drinking mediocre, watery orange juice when there was a knock at the door.

The nurses had been coming in after knocking without any acknowledgment on your part so you assumed that would be the case but the door didn't open.

Brows furrowed in confusion, you shouted, “Uh, come in.”

The door cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. “Good morning.”

You smiled. “Oh, Eddie. Hey. I thought you were a nurse.”

He pushed the door open further and joined you in the room. He set a stuffed purple dinosaur on the bed by your hip. “I almost grabbed a bear, but I decided to go with the less traditional option.”

You picked it up and ran your hands over the velvety soft fur. “I love him. Thanks.”

“How're you feeling?” he asked, glancing at the screen beside the bed displaying your vitals.

“Sore, mostly,” you started. “But they've got me on the good pain meds. Otherwise, the broken ribs alone would be unbearable, I imagine. Not to mention the sprained knee, the concussion, the face, and the stitches from the surgery they did to fix my kidney.”

“Ouch. I'm glad the meds help. Do you mind if I hang out for a while?”

“Please do.” You gestured to the chair in the corner. “You can move that closer… if you want.”

He pulled the chair over next to the bed and sat. He took you hand in both of his and squeezed gently like he had the day before. And just like the day before a sense of safety washed over you.

“Thank you for coming to visit me.” You smiled shyly.

“I couldn't leave things the way we did,” he explained. “I needed to know you were okay.”

“I'm getting there.”

“I was also wondering if maybe once you're feeling better you might want to get coffee or dinner or something…”

You nodded overly eagerly, immediately regretting the action when pain shot through your head and you winced.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to get a nurse?”

“No, I'm fine. I just moved my head too quickly.” You rubbed your temples to ease the ache. “But, yes. I'd love to do dinner or coffee. I'd offer to give you my number but I have to get a new phone first.”

“Good. I can't wait,” he pressed a light kiss to your knuckles. “Maybe you should try to get some rest.”

“You have lots of good ideas.” You smiled and shifted to find a comfortable position. You closed your eyes for a second before snapping them open again. “You'll still be here when I wake up, right?”

“I promise.”

[irina-oganer]

Cuddle

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[stabbysideblog]

Breakdown

“Sam.” Dream’s voice is pitched up, tethering on the edge of panic. He reaches for the warden, blood-stained hands shaking. 

Sam paced back and forth, ignoring the other man, eyes only on the cooling corpse on the floor. “Look what you’ve done. Look what you’ve FUCKING done.” He slammed his hand into the wall. The obsidian didn’t yield.

The other Man shrinks away. He scrambles into a corner. He’d never seen the warden so furious. 

“I’m-”

“You’re sorry? Is that what you were going to say? Too little too fucking late for that Dream.” He spits the words through gritted teeth finally seeming to notice the pale man in the corner of the cell pressed against his chest. 

“I don’t- He- He was torturing me! I didn’t- how was I-”

“Shut up.” Sam summons his trident, stepping over the body and pointing it at Dream. It presses against his throat. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth while I think.”

The next week was torturous. 

The next month was worse. 

The next year broke him. 

The prisoner laid next to the lava skin slowly crisping and flaking away. 

“Prisoner.” Sam yelled across the lava “Dream.” He throws a pearl. The prisoner doesn’t flinch, doesn’t curl away, doesn’t cry or beg. “That’s enough. Get up now.” The prisoner stares at the ceiling single remaining eye void of recognition. Sam snaps in his face, kicks him, pours a bucket of water on him. Nothing. 

[cuddlepilefics]

Winter flu

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregivers: Stray Kids

@hurtcember 1 collapse, 5 faint

@whumpcember alt6 could you stay a little longer?

@fluff-cember

 

No one’s POV.:

Glancing at the couch, Felix furrowed his brows. Him and Seungmin had spent the first half of the day decorating their shared apartment to help them get into the Christmas spirit. Not long after they were done, Seungmin had stretched out on the couch, not even interested in having lunch first. Felix had planned to bake cookies that afternoon, making the most of their day off, but now that his friend was sleeping in the living room, he didn’t want to wake the younger.

Felix grabbed a fluffy blanket from his room and carefully covered Seungmin with it, noting how the vocalist’s brows were drawn into a frown. He didn’t look comfortable but their couch had never been the best place to rest and he’d most likely end up sore later. Felix didn’t have the heart to wake him though, so he went to play computer games in his room to grant the other as much sleep as possible. He could still bake his cookies later.

When Seungmin woke up, his body was stiff and achy, making him groan as he sat up. He turned his head a few times and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to loosen up the tight muscles but it did little to help. All it did, was make his head pound and pressed the balls of his hands against his eyes. Gulping, Seungmin figured some water would help him get his bearings. He really shouldn’t have slept on the couch because now, he felt like he had been hit by a car, which was not how he had wanted his day off to go.

Sluggishly getting to his feet, Seungmin clutched the back of the couch and panted as his heart suddenly started to race. For some reason, he felt awfully shaky all of a sudden. Water would surely make it better, right? Dragging his achy body to the kitchen, Seungmin poured himself a glass of water and almost dropped it from how badly his hands were trembling. He ended up spilling some onto himself, barely noticing it though.

“Felix?!”, Seungmin yelled, suddenly feeling lightheaded. He set the glass down and clutched the counter for support. Sliding down with his back against the kitchen cabinets, Seungmin prayed the other wasn’t wearing his headphones as he felt his consciousness slipping away. Though Felix had his headphones on, he did hear his friend’s call and rushed to the living room. It took a moment for him to find the vocalist slumped on the floor in the kitchen. Rushing over, Felix crouched next to Seungmin and gasped: “Hey, hey, you with me?” – “F-feel faint…”, the younger slurred, weakly holding his head in his hands.

“Okay, alright… lay down”, Felix rambled, helping Seungmin ease himself into a flat position, “Deep breaths.” The Aussie ran a kitchen towel under cold water and draped it across the other’s forehead. Squeezing Seungmin’s shoulder, Felix hummed: “Talk to me. Gotta know you’re still with me. What happened?” – “Dunno”, the vocalist breathed, fidgeting his hands, “’s getting better. Jus’ -jus’ don’ feel good. Gosh, my head.” – “You’re burning up”, Felix frowned as he pressed the backs of his fingers against Seungmin’s pale cheek.

When Seungmin felt a little better, Felix helped him sit back up and handed him his glass, steadying his hand so he could drink a few sips. Rubbing the vocalist’s back, Felix hummed: “Were you already feeling bad earlier or did this come out of nowhere?” Clearing his throat, Seungmin rasped: “I felt a bit off but when I woke up, everything hurt. ‘m jus’ so out of sorts.” – “That sounds like the flu to me”, the older frowned, “Do you have any other symptoms?” – “Throat”, Seungmin whispered as he handed the glass back.

With Felix’ help, Seungmin managed to get back to the couch and weakly collapsed into the cushions. Shivering, he pulled the fluffy blanket around his shoulders and sniffled: “This sucks, we only just got a day off.” – “Better now than be sick on Christmas”, Felix argued, trying to look on the bright side, “You look chilled. Want me to make some hot chocolate?” – “Don’t feel like I could stomach it right now”, the younger pouted as he curled up on the couch.

Feeling too miserable to go back to sleep, Seungmin insisted on staying in the living room because he wanted to have Felix close by. Since he didn’t need to worry about waking his friend, Felix turned on a soft Christmas playlist and started his baking. Placing a teapot and cup onto the coffee table, the Aussie whispered: “Let me know when you feel like you could handle a light meal. You’ll probably feel more like yourself once you’ve had some medicine.”

Apparently, Seungmin had drifted off because the next thing he knew was a gentle hand stroking his hair. He made a small noise at the back of his throat and the hand stilled for a moment. “I didn’t mean to wake you”, Chan whispered as he resumed petting his dongsaeng’s head, “Lixxie had invited us over to look at your guys decorations and to try some cookies. We didn’t know you were sick.” We? Seungmin blearily blinked his eyes open and winced when the light made his head pound. It dimmed significantly a moment later, the leader carefully covering his face with his hand softly calling out for someone to turn it off.

Jeongin was quick to turn off the lights and switch on the Christmas decorations instead. He felt guilty for coming over. Sure, they had been invited but that had been before Seungmin had fallen ill and the vocalist probably didn’t want the entire group over when he was feeling this bad. They had tried to keep it down but now, Seungmin had woken up anyway. Chan helped Seungmin sit up and asked: “How’re you feeling?” Rubbing his face, the younger winced: “Ugh, when did I get so stuffy?” – “Hang on, I’ll grab some tissues”, Minho smiled, handing Seungmin his tea.

Minho had joined Felix in the kitchen as soon as he learned that their dongsaeng was sick. While the Aussie finished the last batch of cookies, Minho started to prepare some jook, so it could simmer. “Here you go”, the dancer hummed, plucking a few tissues from the box and handing them to Seungmin before placing the box on the coffee table. Seungmin blew his nose and mumbled: “Thanks. When did you get here? Oh, and who all is here?” – “Group hangout”, Chan chuckled, “We only got here half an hour ago though.” – “If it gets too much, you can always kick us out. We wouldn’t want to wear you out more”, Minho added. Closing his eyes, Seungmin sniffled: “It’s nice to know you’re close by, just don’t expect too much of me.”

Assuring Seungmin that their only expectations were Felix’ cookies, Chan helped the vocalist to the bathroom. Changbin and Jisung had volunteered to grab takeout for the group, so they could focus on caring for their friend. And care, Seungmin needed. He had successfully changed his clothes after sweating through them but it had taken a lot out of him. Walking back to the living room next to Chan, Seungmin startled the leader by suddenly clutching his arm. Before the eldest could ask him what was wrong, Seungmin’s knees buckled.

Chan had managed to catch Seungmin just in time and carefully lowered him to the floor. His yell had alerted Hyunjin and Jeongin, who were by their side in an instant. Seungmin was out cold though, not even twitching when Chan patted his cheek. “What happened?”, Hyunjin frowned, kneeling next to them to feel Seunngmin’s wrist. Shaking his head, the leader muttered: “I don’t know. He reached for me and then he was out. Hey, you hear me, Minnie?” – “His pulse is really fast”, Hyunjin observed, letting go of the vocalist’s wrist to shake his arm instead.

Seungmin came to with a soft whimper. His ears were ringing and he felt his pulse thumping in his head. “Couch?”, Hyunjin asked and Chan nodded. Together, they lifted Seungmin off the floor and carried him to the living room. Jeongin grabbed a few cushions and elevated the vocalist’s legs as soon as his hyungs had placed him down. Swiping a magazine off the coffee table, Chan fanned Seungmin’s face and cooed: “You’re okay, Minnie. We got you.” – “Just stay down for a while”, Hyunjin instructed, refilling the vocalist’s cup.

While Seungmin recovered, Changbin and Jisung returned with their food and were taken aback when they learned just how bad their friend was doing. Serving the vocalist a bowl of jook, Minho informed: “You’ll feel better once you had some meds, so you gotta eat something. Doesn’t have to be much but you need something in your tummy. We’ll join you in a moment, so you won’t have to eat alone.” – “If you feel like you can stomach it, you get a cookie afterwards”, Felix piped in. Sniffling softly, Seungmin breathed: “Can you help me sit up? Feel like mush.”

Removing the cushions from under his dongsaeng’s legs, Minho propped the boy up and handed him a tissue when the shift made his nose run. Chan and Hyunjin helped Changbin and Jisung plate their food and joined the others in the living room. “Do you feel up for watching a movie?”, Jisung asked Seungmin as he settled down with his plate, “We could start the holiday season with a Christmas movie.” – “Hm, let’s see if the medicine does anything. I don’t mind just laying here while you guys watch something though”, the vocalist mumbled, “Just hearing that there’s someone around already helps a lot.”

Jeongin brought Seungmin some medicine when he had finished his jook and Felix handed him the promised cookie, rewarding him for his struggle. Seungmin contently nibbled the treat, savoring the sweet flavor before laying back down with his head in Changbin’s lap. Gently stroking his dongsaeng’s hair, the rapper hummed: “Do you need anything else? Are you comfy?”

Though Seungmin claimed to be comfortable, Felix tucked him in properly while Jisung fetched and icepack and wrapped it in a towel, so Changbin could hold it to their friend’s forehead. The cold touch soothed the headache a bit and made it easier for Seungmin to hold out till the medicine kicked in. “I made hot chocolate for everyone to go with the cookies, so if you want any instead of your tea, just let me know”, Felix whispered as he squeezed the younger’s knee. The corner of Seungmin’s lips twitched up into a faint smile and he mumbled: “Thanks. The cookie was nice but I don’t think I can handle that at the moment.” – “That’s alright”, Felix cooed, “I didn’t want you to feel like I forgot about you though.”

In the end, Seungmin didn’t even know which movie his friends watched, already feeling floaty as he relaxed into Changbin’s comforting touch. Once the medicine kicked in, he finally felt well enough to get some proper rest and ended up sleeping throughout the entire movie. Chan carried him to his room and tucked him in, not wanting him to have to walk back to his room later, afraid he’d collapse again. For a moment, Seungmin woke up and groaned when his back touched the mattress. Resting his hand on his dongsaeng’s chest, Chan shushed: “You’re okay. Go back to sleep, Minnie.” The younger shook his head though, blearily glancing up at the leader. “Could you stay a little longer, hyung?”, Seungmin breathed, weakly reaching for Chan’s hand.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Chan smiled: “As long as you want me here.” He let the younger tug him into bed and lay down alongside him. “Are you cold?”, Chan asked when he felt Seungmin shiver. The vocalist nodded against his hyung’s arm and whined when the older whispered that he couldn’t have another blanket because his fever was already so high. He relaxed though when Chan rubbed his arms, generating enough warmth to soothe the chills and ease his dongsaeng back into a deep slumber.

[whumperwithwings]

Hurtcember 2024 Day 1

1: Collapse

Whumpee gripped the table below them as they lapsed in speech, their vision turning into a black net from the inside out as they closed their eyes and shook their head, trying to keep their composure.

"Whumpee? Are you alright?" The voice came from Caretaker, sitting across from them, their finger on their chin as they asked an inquisitive question that Whumpee could hardly hear, the world rapidly escaping their clutches and turning into a pitch black abyss.

[elodiah]

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Passing Out from Pain

Fandom: Loki

@hurtcember

Hurtcember - #3: Blood

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Lost Match

|| Vi x fem!reader

|| Warnings; season two spoilers ahead, injured Vi, worried reader, brief mentions at Vi's past and her struggles with it, short drabble

|| Summary; when Vi loses a match, reader tries to comfort her.

Requests closed!

Started; December 18th

Finished; December 22nd

HurtCember2024; Day 16, Bruise

~~~

Another fighting match. You weren't sure how many more of these you could watch, you were done with seeing Vi hurt herself over and over. It was one thing when she won, it was entirely different when she lost. This was one of those matches where Vi got danged up pretty bad.

When it was finally over, you went right to her. Seeing the massive bruise on the side of her face. You winced at the sight of it; only imagining how it had to feel for Vi.

"That looks... painful," you murmured, bringing your hand to the side of her face. There was a hesitation in your movement before your hand brushed her cheek. Vi moved back a bit, away from your touch," why do you keep doing this to yourself, Vi?"

"Doesn't matter," Vi muttered. She started walking away but you went after her, knowing exactly what she was planning on doing. More training. She always went for that after a lost match.

"Vi, you need to rest. And get ice on that," you grabbed her by her wrist. Bringing her closer to you. Vi tensed up under your touch but relaxed after a moment. You noticed she tended to do that with your more sudden movements, as though she still wasn't used to you. Which was fair. You'd only been dating for the same amount of time she had been fighting; not long at all. You barely even knew her past beyond this. What brought her to the ring to begin with? She hadn't told you anything.

You figured it was one of those pasts that would take time for her to talk about it. So, you weren't going to push her on it. If she wanted to tell you she would have already. Wouldn't she?

"I'll be fine, just- let me be for a bit," Vi mumbled. You frowned, this was pretty normal after a lost fight. It was like she didn't want anyone to see her wounded pride. You understood. Still...

"Alright. But I'll be back to check on you and that bruise of yours," you paused for a moment. Then gave her a kiss, luckily she didn't push away this time, there's been times where she had after a lost match," hey. I love you, you dork," you whispered against her lips," I don't care if you win or lose. I just care about you. You know that, don't you?"

"I know, cute face. I.. love you, too, see you soon. Yeah?"

"Yeah," and with that, you let Vi walk away from you. You'd be back to check on her, though. You always kept your word with her.

[val-creative]

Merry Whumpmas! Day 2: 'Broken Bone'

Hurtcember Day 2: 'Breakdown'

Whumpcember Day 2: 'This is your fault'

Medcember Day 2: 'Septic Shock'

Rise of the Guardians

For the Merry Whumpmas 2024 Day 2 prompt "Broken Bone"!

For @medcember's Day 2 prompt "Septic Shock"

For @whumpcember's Day 2 prompt "This is your fault"

For @hurtcember's Day 2 prompt "Breakdown"

Type: Fanfiction | Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012) | Characters: E. Aster Bunnymund, Sophie Bennett, Jamie Bennett, Jack Frost, Other Rise of the Guardians Character(s) | Ships: None.

Warnings & Triggers: Major Character Injury, Illness, Near Death.

---

During the very next spring, Bunnymund watches the river moss and sedum and green flowering lichen creep and cover the oasis's stones.

He always welcomes down the two kids: Jack Frost's first believer and The Last Light, Jamie Bennett, and... Jamie's sister, Sophie. Out of all the Guardians there ever were, Bunnymund's her favorite.

Sophie often runs around the Warren, chasing the unpainted eggs, laughing at the brooks bubbling and ancient-carved stone heads dancing. Sophie jumps at Bunnymund's feet to dance along, eagerly tugging his paw, batting her eyes up at Bunnymund without saying a word and getting whatever she wants. As if princess to Bunnymund's own domain. She may as well be. No other kid was ever so loved.

"No, Sophie! Don't jump off those!" Jamie yells, waving over to his little sister taking tumbles off the stone heads flailing to catch her.

One of them misses, and Sophie lands with a thud. But she's smiling.

Reassured by it, Bunnymund waves off a frowning Jamie instead. "No more fussing! It's an Easter picnic, mate!" he announces. Jamie's shoulders slowly go tense. "We got jellybeans! We got ham and we got carrot cake and we got pepper deviled eggs and we got--!"

At another high-pitched holler, Sophie leaping again, Jamie gets up. He marches to the nearby pond she plays at, calling out again.

"What are ya gonna do when Sophie's all grown up?" Jack mumbles, glancing between her and Bunnymund's eyes entirely focused on her. "The day's coming, y'know. She's turning nine in December this year."

"You should ask yourself that question instead, mate," Bunnymund sharply points out, and Jack makes a bit of a face, nibbling on one of the deviled eggs and ignoring Jamie's back. "He'll be out of middle school soon enough. That's usually when they stop believing..."

"Hm, no." Jack shakes his head, insisting, and Bunnymund huffs, "No. I'm not worried about Jamie. You guys have had adult believers."

"But they never remember to look... and to SEE us, Jack."

Unconvinced, Jack still shakes his head, frowning now like Jamie.

"JACK! JACK, HELP!"

Jamie's panicking scream echoes through the Warren, and a fierce-looking Jack's running off even before Bunnymund gets himself up.

At the pond's edge, water ripples. Where's Sophie?

He manages to get it out between breathes, Jack's hands protectively clasping Jamie's face--"Sophie fell in! I think she's hurt!"

Bunnymund doesn't wait, diving in, searching her out underwater. His rabbit-heart thrums fast. Something must be wrong. Very, very wrong. Because Sophie knows how to swim... and if she can't swim...

When Bunnymund pulls her out, his fur soaked, Sophie gasps for air and trembling and cries in Bunnymund's paws, holding her left arm.

It looks distorted to Bunnymund, swelling red. And unnaturally warm.

"Oh, no..."

---

He was the fastest out of everyone. Bunnymund whispered to Sophie cry-hiccupping Bunnymund's name into his dripping wet bunny fur, unsure of how to make her better, heaving them above ground.

Unfortunately, Sophie's arm didn't get any better. The skin purpled. Bunnymund thought he caught a whiff of a fever on Sophie building.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett took her away, frantic.

They were mad at Jamie at first, scolding him for not watching Sophie and letting her get into trouble, then... they weren't. Sophie got worse. From an infected bone fracture, Bunnymund learns.

For a while, Sophie slept while being taken care of doctors. And slept. And slept past the time Sophie was meant to wake after her surgery.

Before she woke up in that morning, nearly a month after Easter, Jamie confronted a devastated-looking in Jamie's own bedroom. "This is your fault!" Jamie yelled, tearfully ramming little fists against Bunnymund's chest. "I hate you! I hate you, Ihateyou!"

He finally broke, angrily sobbing. Jack, watching them solemnly from the door, nodded. Bunnymund lowered his ears and hugged onto Jamie sobbing louder and hugging Bunnymund back reluctantly.

(Jamie didn't hate him... he didn't hate anyone, Jack mumbles to Bunnymund when it's late in the night. That wouldn't ever be Jamie.)

"It is my fault, Jamie... I thought she would always be safe with me..."

---

Bunnymund sneaks to Sophie's window as soon as she's home.

Sophie notices him, grinning, trying to open her window. Instead of having her struggle with it, Bunnymund opens it and climbs in.

"Hi!"

Bunnymund's nose-whiskers twitch. She smells like herself again. "Hi, Soph," he says, eyeing Jamie wheel up Sophie's oxygen tank.

"Did you have something to say, Sophie?" Jamie mentions.

She flattens her lips, glaring a moment at her brother.

"I... I promise I won't practice hopping anymore."

"That's what happened in the Warren?" Bunnymund mumbles, awed. "You were trying to practice to be... a rabbit like me... and hop high?"

When Sophie looks down, a little more ashamed, Jamie seems satisfied and pats her uninjured arm. Bunnymund minds her little hot pink cast, hugging Sophie, cupping the back of her blonde head.

"You need to all better first, okay... that's the most important thing," Bunnymund reminds her, letting an eager-eyed Sophie rest on his huge and furred knee. "Then... I'm gonna teach you even more secret rabbit tricks. Not even the other Guardians know about them."

It's worth hearing a giggle. Because one day, Sophie will grow up. And Sophie will understand how truly, deeply loved she really is.

[whumpdreaming]

Crownchain Hurtcember + Whumpcember: Day 1

Hi :) this is a series featuring my Crownchain OCs, which if you haven't seen, is basically knight whump with lots of pet whump vibes. For at least some of the days, I'll be combining prompts for Hurtcember and Whumpcember. Enjoy :)

Day 1: Collapse + Broken Bones

Kyrie leans against the wall for support, breathing heavily. In and out. In and out. Today's and yesterday's consecutive duels have really taken a toll on her; yes, she'd won every one, but not at a cost.

Lady Avaline tugs on Kyrie's crownchain. She prefers a very traditional thick iron chain, as opposed to the finer crownchains of some of the other nobility's knights. Lord Seter had shown up to last week's gala with a crownchain of fine velvet for his knight; Kyrie couldn't see the point. If you pulled too harshly, it would simply snap.

"No slouching," her Lady reminds her, tugging Kyrie forward. The hallway is spinning, and both her head and heart are pounding, but Kyrie can't afford to make more mistakes, so she staggers onward behind Lady Avaline.

At least some of Kyrie's ribs are broken; she doubts that the crunch when her chest was stomped on was anything but her own body. Her leg won't stop shrieking whenever she puts weight on it, either. If it weren't for the support of her armor, she might not be able to stand. Then again, if it weren't for her armor, then maybe she might not be so tired. Exhaustion hangs over her like a thundercloud, or maybe a guillotine.

The dizzying patterns of fine carpet on the floor aren't helping. In fact, they seem to be actively making everything worse. Are they moving? Kyrie stumbles and nearly falls, but catches herself in time to only earn a harsh glare from her Lady. Where are they going, again? A meeting or something? Kyrie shouldn't need to worry about that, but what if it's important somehow?

The time passes as simultaneously a lightning-fast blur and at a snail's pace. It's hard to keep her thoughts together. Kyrie's limbs feel like they themselves are made of thick iron. Where are they going, again? Today's earlier duel really took a toll on her. Trying to catch her breath feels equivalent as trying to catch the dust that floats in sunbeams. She can't keep her eyes open. She needs to keep her eyes open..

Lady Avaline is saying something, but Kyrie can't tell what. What she can tell is how nice the carpet feels on her face. It feels so nice to be on the floor. When did she get on the floor? Where are they going, again? She needs to make sure Lady Avaline is safe. She can't afford to make more mistakes. She can't..

Kyrie closes her eyes.

[woundedsoul12]

My Scars Remind Me That The Past Is Real - WoundedSoul - Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Part 8 of the Closer Series

Summary:

Follow up to Misunderstandings

Lucanis and Rook have yet to make up after the incident in the Arlathan Forest. Rook gives his love space. And takes off for a wild night partying with our favorite Lords of Fortune.

Lucanis worries and a certain detective sets out to fix things between our favorite love sick idiots

AKA Rook has one brain cell and it only thinks about our favorite Crow

[whump-imagines]

Slip and Fall

Jay x reader

WC: 1200 roughly

For @hurtcember day 17 Concussion

--

You stood in the shower letting the warm water run down your back. You knew you were going to have to get out soon as the water started to cool.

When the water started to get uncomfortably cold, you turned it off and ran your hands over your head to ring the water out of your hair. Throwing your hair over your head and bending forward you grabbed the towel to wrap your hair.

Then you stood back up and swayed with lightheadedness. You took a step out of the tub and missed your footing. Before you knew what happened, you were on the floor and in pain.

Jay had just dropped his keys on the entry table when he heard a loud crash. “Y/N?” He yelled. Trying not to panic when he got no response, he headed toward the noise.

He was quickly in front of the closed bathroom door. He knocked and called your name again. “Are you okay?”

The only response he heard was a muffled whimper through the door.

“I'm coming in,” he announced as he turned the knob. He pushed the door open to find you sprawled on the floor. “Oh, my god.” He immediately slid to your side on his knees.

“Jay?” You asked, trying to figure out what had happened.

“I'm right here. Are you okay?” His eyes scanned over you looking for obvious signs of injury.

“Uh, yeah. I think so.” You reached out a hand. “Help me up.”

With one hand in yours and the other behind your neck, he pulled you into a seated position and leaned you against the tub. “What happened?”

“Um, I must have slipped. I was getting out of the shower and then I was on the floor,” you explained.

“Are you sure you're okay? Does anything hurt?” He pulled off the towel that was barely still holding your hair and ran his hands over your head. He turned your head to inspect a spot near your temple that was already turning purple.

“My head actually does and my knee a tiny bit.”

He looked at your knee quickly before his eyes locked back on your head. “Your knee looks okay. But I don't really like this bump.” He locked eyes with you. “Let's get you up.”

“Okay. Help me.” You offered him your hands when he stood and he pulled you to standing. You grabbed onto his shoulder to steady yourself.

He grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Dizzy?” he asked.

“Just a little.”

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead near the forming bruise and swelling. “We're going to go see Will.”

You pouted. “I'm fine. I don't want to.”

“Baby, you hit your head really hard,” he argued. “Please let me take you to get checked out.”

You sighed. “Okay, fine.”

Jay helped you get dressed and slipped on your shoes for you. “Does it hurt to walk on your knee?” he asked.

Shaking your head, you answered, “No. It's just kind of achy like it's gonna be bruised.”

He offered you his hand. “Let's go.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jay was pulling into the visitor parking outside the ED at Med. He kept an arm around you as you made your way inside and to the nurses station.

Maggie greeted you both. “Hey, guys. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Mags. Is Will around?” Jay asked.

“Yeah. He is in treatment four with a patient but he should be done in a minute,” she explained, gesturing toward the room.

Jay nodded. “Y/N took a tumble getting out of the shower. She hit her head pretty hard. I wanted him to check her out.”

You waved. “Yep, full klutz… that's me.”

“Oh, sweetie. Ouch,” she cringed sympathetically. “Just head into treatment one right here and I'll send him in.”

Within a few minutes of settling in the bed, Will pushed back the curtain. His eyes swept over you, assessing. “Maggie said you slipped and hit your head.”

You reached up and pushed your hair out of the way so he could see the bump. “Yeah. I was getting out of the shower and I must have slipped.”

Will moved closer and carefully probed about the bruising skin. “What did you hit it on?”

You shrugged. “The toilet… I think?”

“Based on where she landed, I would agree,” Jay chimed in.

Will nodded. “Did you lose consciousness?”

“Um, I don't think so.”

Will looked over his shoulder to his brother.

“I don't think she did. I heard the crash and was in the bathroom in less than a minute and she was conscious,” Jay explained.

“Follow my finger,” Will instructed, holding up his index finger. You did as instructed. Next, he pulled out a small flashlight. He flashed it in your eyes quickly.

You winced. “Ouch.”

Will hummed then held out his hands. “Squeeze my fingers.” Again, you did as he asked. “Headache?”

You nodded.

“Nausea, dizziness?” He asked.

“Just a little. The dizziness was mostly just when I stood up.”

“She said her knee hurt too,” Jay added.

“It's fine.” You rolled your eyes. “It's gonna be a nasty bruise but it's not that bad.”

Will shifted so he could look at your knee. He poked around the joint and asked you to bend and straighten it. “I agree with your assessment. This doesn't look too bad. Your head on the other hand… you definitely have at least a concussion. I want to send you for a CT just to make sure it's nothing worse.”

“Woo!” You say sarcastically. “I'll just take a nap and you can let me know when we can leave.”

Will shook his head. “Nope. No nap until after the scan. Sorry, kiddo.”

“I'm not a kid, jackass.”

An hour later, Will pushed open the curtain and you pulled the ice pack off your face. “Good news. The scan is all clear. You're free to go.”

You sat up quickly and swig your legs over the side of the bed. “Hallelujah.” You grasped the edge of the bed hard when you almost tipped over from dizziness.

“Woah, easy.” Jay was in front of you grasping your shoulders.

“Go home, get some rest. Jay is going to wake you up every three hours and make sure nothing changes,” Will explained. He turned to Jay. “If she gets worse, bring her back.”

“Thanks, Will,” Jay squeezed his brother's shoulder.

“Any time. Although, I really prefer when both of you stay out of my ED.”

Once Will had officially discharged you, Jay took you home and got you situated in bed.

“Anything I can get you?”

“Tylenol, please?” you asked.

“I'll be right back.” He turned to leave the room.

Before he could make it out the door, you stopped him. “Jay?” He turned back to you. “Maybe a sprite and some crackers too?”

“You got it.”

He quickly returned with the requested items. He sat on the bed and got comfortable with you leaned into his side.

You only ate a couple crackers before you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You handed the package back to him then slid down into the mattress.

“Get some sleep.” Jay set the crackers on the nightstand and laid down beside you. He opened his arm for you the cuddle against him. “I'll wake you up in a couple hours.”

You hummed, already starting to drift. “Mmkay. Love you.”

[irina-oganer]

Caretaking

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