#leg injury

[aceofwhump]

Twisters (2024)

[andreilslovechild]

okay you know what I love? when Andrew has a permanent injury from the crash he killed Tilda in. like she died theres no way he didn't get seriously injured too. I like to think he hurt his leg. and has a bit of a limp. he doesn't need to move around much in the goal so he can still play. but he wears a knee brace. and when he's pushed himself too far it starts to ache and he ends up with a limp. and then Neil gets him an ice pack to put on it, and some aspirin, and they lay down on the couch to watch a documentary.

[simply-whump]

Love Next Door : Episode 3

[freakingholland]

"Sofa chronicles" - Jason Todd x gn!injured!reader

A/N: Hi babes, ummm hurt/comfort/fluff time am I right? *cricket sounds* I’ve been really struggling with inspo to write about my fav boys to be very very honest so please, show some love in my comments/asks, I wanna fangirl/boy/they with you all cutie pies

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Warnings: injuries, mentions of surgery, physical discomfort, negative remarks, use of pain killers, mentions of diabetes devices/supplies, suggestive implied dialogue (in a joking/pun form, NSFW) - (hurt/comfort + fluff)

Summary: After a patrol went south you are left with one working knee and a caring boyfriend at your side.

Word count: 820+

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„Do you need anything else sweetheart?” Jay said squatting next to the sofa, his face plastered with genuine worry.

“Oww… Can I—can I take my meds now? Did you check the time?” You grimaced, trying to shift to a more comfortable position.

Jay quickly glanced at his watch, brows knitting together.

“Yup- you can. I’ll  go grab them.” He stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

“JUST DON’T GO ANYWHERE!” he shouted once he left the living room.

“Oh, you’re sooo funny Todd.” You responded, as your upper torso sank back into the warm pillow.

He walked back in with your pills in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

“Here.”

“Thanks babe.”

Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and started rubbing your back to try and comfort you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, appreciating the comfort of his touch.

“Jay…” you said, your voice a little hesitant.

 “I’m sorry, but can I ask you for one more thing?”

“’Course.” He straightened up, immediately attentive, his face softening.

“Ice bag?” you asked with pleading eyes.

“On it.”

“You’re the best,” you sighed, feeling both grateful and guilty for needing so much help.

Thanks to an unfortunate patrol the other week you were now stuck to your sofa with just half of working knees. One point for a hard landing, zero points for Y/N. Thankfully Jay was there to help you out after an ACL surgery.

“Here you go hun.”

You sighed in relief as the cold began to seep through, taking the edge off the ache in your knee. You finished your glass of water and handed it back to him. Jay placed it on the coffee table.

“Move your cute butt a bit.” He requested with a grin. You blink at him, too tired to figure out what he’s getting at.

“You can’t be serious…”

Jay snickered, shaking his head.

“Naah I’m kidding, don’t move.” Jay bent a little to plant a kiss on top of your head before he sat beside you. He chuckled slightly as he noticed the way you rolled your eyes at his remark.

With him sitting next to you, he gently tuged the blanket up to make sure you're cozy. Jay glanced at your exposed leg, his fingers lightly tapping on your hand. That was his usual way of asking to be held.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his rough palm grazing against yours. Your head fell to the side, leaning on Jay’s shoulder. His hair was still damp after a shower. The scent of his cosmetics mixed with his natural smell brought you much needed comfort.

Suddenly you straightened up, when you noticed your sleeve getting wet.

You glanced down at your arm and moved your gaze toowards Jay's. His dexcom sticker got wet and started leaking drops of water.

“You’re making me- wet babe.”  you murmured, nudging him slightly.

Jay blinked all puzzled, then looked down at his arm and snorted.

“Oh—am I?”

“-- my bad pumpkin.” He apologized with a grin.

“Guess I didn’t dry it off.” Jay continued.

He playfully wiped your arm, not making it any less wet, earning a chuckle from you.

“No need to apologize, it’s not like I can be mad at my personal nurse.”

“Yeeaah you’re kinda right. What would you do without me, huh?” He leaned back, crossing his muscular arms.

“Not much, that’s for sure.”

Jay’s phone buzzed.

“Bruce?” you asked.

“Mr. Richard.”

“He’s asking if you’re still alive.”

“Sadly… wait what?”

“Wait what?” He furrowed his brow at your negative comment.

He placed his free hand on your uninjured thigh as he was responding to the message.

“Feelin’ any better?” His warm hand was sliding up and down your leg, as he was trying to comfort you.

“Yeah, a little.”

“Good.” He tossed his phone to the side.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked moving to the edge of your sofa. You grabbed him by his t-shirt, tugging him back towards you.

“No, no thank you. Please sit down for a bit. Do you feel like watching a movie or something?”

“Would love to, any ideas?” He took the remote and started looking through the channels.

“What about this?” he asked, motioning towards the TV.

“Perfect.” You sighed contentedly, leaning into him, your head resting against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you. His fingers started tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Thanks for taking care of me-- I know I’m not the easiest patient.” You whispered weakly, looking up at him.

“You’re not so bad.” he said teasingly. You playfully punched his side.

“I might have to start charging you for my nursing services,” Jay chuckled, his arm tightening around your shoulders, carefully pulling you even closer to him.

“I know you love taking care of me, you’re a bad liar Jay.”

“I do, I do… now gimme a kiss.”

You happily complied.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Maneater (2022)

[xycuro-illuminati]

Part 2 of the shit twins swap with a panel redraw of Matt and Mike Murdock in vol 5 Daredevil but with these two instead yippeeeee. Part 1 SP*RDACEST FANS DNI (Commissions are OPEN)

[seth-whumps]

so if you follow my main you'd know I'm attempting to relearn how to draw over my time in college and I discovered. that now my confidence is increasing.

i can draw whump.

so enjoy this skedoodle of ignis and prompto based on this prompt by @sickfictropes because the fic version wasn't working.

anyway I'm off to work but [hands you].

also sickfictropes lemme know if you'd rather not be tagged :>

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

sorry did you think he was always gonna be nice to you???? you're a hostage babe sometimes the cops need a warning, y'know

[the-rest-of-what-remains]

[Previous moon]

[whumpypepsigal]

Shadow and Bone s02e08: Nikolai gets affected (infected) by the shadow monster that attacked him.

“His eyes widened. His breath hitched in surprise, drawing whatever the Darkling had released into his lungs.”

Excerpt From Ruin and Rising, Leigh Bardugo

[aceofwhump]

Favorite Neal Caffrey Whump moment?

Oh there are some good ones. Special mentions include being drugged in 1x10 "Vital Signs", passing out from lack of air in 1x08 "Hard Sell", and 1x13 "Front Man" when he gets tased a bunch of times.

But my absolute FAVORITE Neal Caffrey whump is in 4x02 "Most Wanted". I mean you can't beat that episode. It's so good. Neal gets held hostage, handcuffed gagged and locked inside a giant cage, gets shot in the leg, has the bullet removed without a hospital, limps for the rest of the episode while still held captive, gets rescued by Peter and is in pain for the whole episode? AMAZING

[benjitoum]

This is not a cast. It is a rigid wrap that I wore for a week or so after a lower leg/knee sprain while running a few weeks ago. I only crutched for a couple days but it really hurt.

[longlivethewhump]

Children Who Chase Lost Voices / Journey to Agartha (2011)

[sasha-mexik12]

I fell and slightly injured my leg, I need some love and kisses to heal 😉🙋🏻‍♀️❤️😘☺️

January 18 th 2024

[letthewhumpbegin]

The Blacklist s1e9

[isamajor]

June of Doom : Day 1 to 5

Yay, @juneofdoom is here ! Time to write more whump drabble with Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers ! ♥

1 . “Help me.” 

A squad of Thalmor was after them and they had separated to better outrun them. Gore had headed towards Peak Shade's Tower, hoping to camouflage himself in the dense vegetation. A trap was also hidden here and it was only when his foot landed on it, that he realized too late what was happening to him. Then the intense pain of the jaw closing on his calf. He fell and curled into fetal position, biting the ground so as not to scream and be spotted by his pursuers.

Shortly after, footsteps approached him. It wasn't a Thalmor. Gore whispered “Help me.” (102)

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2 . “It didn’t have to be this way.” 

It had been stronger than him. Set foot again at the embassy, without consulting the Dragonborn infiltrating there, nor his other companions who were waiting in the rocks not far from the building.

Although Taliesin knew every nook and cranny, he was still flushed out by his former colleague, the chief torturer, Rulindil. When the Dragonborn saw them talking, they have the vehement feeling of having been utterly double-crossed and betrayed. They confronted the two Thalmors.

“It didn’t have to be this way.” , pleaded Taliesin. He was trembling, torn between affection for his old and new comrades. (99)

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3 . “Well, well, well…”  

Having hidden his camp between the lake and forest, Kaidan sat by his campfire, oblivious to the danger that awaited him. The sound of a spell startled him, and before he could react, a powerful paralysis spell struck him, causing him to fall motionless. As Kaidan struggled against the invisible force that held him captive, a voice echoed through the trees, cold and mocking.

"Well, well, well... We finally got you.", taunted the Thalmor wizard leading the ambush. Trapped, Kaidan's heart was beating with anger at being ambushed by the Thalmor, who must have been tracking him for a long time. (102)

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4 . “Does that hurt?”     

Lucien's breath caught as his foot pressed on the pressure plate. He barely had time to react when iron spikes burst from the ground, impaling his leg. A strangled yelp escaped his lips as he collapsed.Inigo rushed to his side, eyes wide with worry.

"Does it hurt, my friend? How much?"

Lucien panted, trying to control his breathing and tears, unable to answer. Inigo's expression hardened and he began to examine the injured leg.

“Our friend must have some healing potions in their bag.”

Lucien nodded weakly, hiccupping, squeezing Inigo's hand as he tried to focus on something other than the pain. (105)

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5 . “It’s not as bad as it looks.”    

Remiel winced as Xelzaz gently cleaned the wound on her face. The bite from the skeever had started to swell, turning an angry red and oozing pus. She felt tears prick at her eyes, not just from the pain but from the fear of disfiguration.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”, Xelzaz said softly. He applied a poultice to the bite, the coolness providing some relief.

“The swelling will go down soon. This poultice will draw out the infection.”

Remiel sniffed, trying to muster a smile. “You’re sure?”

Xelzaz nodded firmly. “I promise. Just rest and let me take care of you.” (100)