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[spiraledalone]

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[salty-autistic-writer]

Whumptober Day 8: Sleep Deprivation

Title: Microsleep (AO3)

Summary: After showing up at the hospital after his long and hard shift, Tommy is so tired he's experiencing microsleeps. Buck drives him home.

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"That's it. You need to lay down and get some rest right now," Buck says sternly.

Tommy startles awake from his fourth almost-nap, eyes widening. “I’m fine,” he says, or rather slurs and shifts his weight. He raises his head and blinks into the bright neon lights with a grimace. “Just … exhausted.”

“No, you’re not just exhausted,” Chimney says, half amused, half worried as well from where he’s eating pudding in his hospital bed, propped up by three pillows. “You’re experiencing microsleeps.”

“Microsleeps,” Tommy repeats, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s when a person briefly falls asleep, like for a few seconds and then wakes up again,” Buck explains, putting his hands on his hip and frowning. “Which you just did. Again.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Tommy rubs his red eyes. Buck can see that his hand is trembling slightly and his worry rises. Another sign of sleep deprivation.

“You’re also having a tremor already,” he says, reaching for Tommy’s hand and squeezing it gently. “Come on. I’m going to drive you home.”

Tommy swallows, clearly not able to keep his eyes open longer than a few seconds, so he’s blinking rapidly. “But, Evan, you’re tired too.”

“Not nearly as tired as you are,” Buck says. “You definitely should be in bed right now. And at this point, it’s either going to be your own or a hospital bed.”

“No,” Tommy says, shivering. “No hospital bed.”

“Yeah,” Chimney says dryly, with an exaggerated pitiful expression on his face. “No one wants to be in a hospital bed, right? Go, Buck. Take your giant sooty teddy bear home. Thanks for being here, Tommy. Hope you liked the cake.”

Tommy yawns heartedly. “Always love cake.”

He moves like he’s sleepwalking, stumbling after Buck who leads him through the hallways and out to the parking lot.

It's obvious to Buck that Tommy’s mind functions on autopilot by now. He's doing everything slowly and mechanically, his eyes glassy and red-rimmed. When Buck opens the car door for him, Tommy sinks into the passenger’s seat and slumps, his eyes immediately fluttering close and his head tilting to the side.

By the time Buck starts the motor and moves out of the parking lot, Tommy is already asleep again, the side of his face leaning against the cool window pane, mouth slightly open and breaths ending in audible huffs. He’s cute like this. Buck has to smile whenever he manages to throw a glance at Tommy, but he’s also still worried. Because Tommy is not only tired. He was close to passing out.

The lights of the never-sleeping city cut through the night and burn Buck's eyes. Tommy was right. He's exhausted too, but he's also so, so happy. Chimney is going to be okay. His sister got married to the man she loves. Everyone was there to celebrate as best as they could. And Tommy … Tommy showed up even though he had a long and hard shift, even though he could have gone to bed and Buck would have understood if he had, but no. Tommy came to the hospital because he promised Buck to do his best and try to be there.

Warmth spreads in Buck’s chest and his heart flutters. He remembers the wave of surprised joy he felt when Tommy texted him to tell him he’d be at the hospital in a few seconds. Remembers the way his heart started to beat faster when he saw Tommy strutting through those doors with his face covered in soot and his hair a tousled mess. All Buck wanted at that moment was to kiss Tommy and never let him go. So he did that. And it was worth the soot he got all over himself in the process.

Buck chuckles to himself, shaking his head. Something about this, about their relationship, makes him feel so very young. And so very alive.

When he eventually stops the car in front of Tommy’s house, he feels bad about waking his boyfriend up, because by now, Tommy’s snoring softly and a string of drool is drying on his chin. But he can’t let Tommy sleep in the car either, so … He reaches out, gently shaking Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey. I'm sorry, but you have to wake up. We arrived."

Tommy flinches and groans. "No ... not yet," he mutters barely audible, scrunching his nose.

Buck suppresses a laugh. "You have to. Can't sleep in the car all night, come on. Let's get you into a proper bed."

Tommy groans some more but he does move when Buck takes his hand and leads him to his house. He pulls the keys out of the pocket of Tommy's jacket and gets them into the house.

When they reach the bedroom, Tommy just stands there, swaying lightly, soot-covered, his eyes drooping and his hands shaking with a fine tremor. He's a dead-tired giant of a man who also somehow happens to look too adorable to be real. Buck feels the urge to hug him. But getting Tommy in his bed is more important right now.

“Is it okay if I help you with your clothes?” Buck asks since Tommy still isn't moving.

Tommy seems to have trouble processing the question. But finally, he nods. “Yeah.”

“Sit,” Buck says, gently directing Tommy to sit on the edge of the bed and then taking off his boots one by one. After that, he peels Tommy out of his dirty turnouts and puts them on a chair nearby.

There’s still soot on Tommy’s skin but he will have to take a shower after a few hours of rest. Sleep is more important now. Tommy is still sitting upright, his eyes falling shut every few seconds, but he seems to be waiting for directions.

“You can lay down now,” Buck tells him and Tommy does so with a relieved sigh, going boneless when he can sink into the sheets and pillows. Buck pulls the blanket over him, running his fingers through Tommy’s dishevelled hair. “Good night. Thanks for showing up today. It means a lot,” he whispers.

“Hmmm. Always,” Tommy mumbles.

He seems to fall asleep after only a few seconds. Buck places a gentle kiss on Tommy’s forehead and carefully walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. A smile spreads on his face when he walks to the car.

Buck thinks he’s in love.

[femsanzo291]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Vespa Ilkay, Jet Sikuliaq, Peter Nureyev Additional Tags: Hallucinations, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Season/Series 03, Isolation Series: Part 8 of FemSanzo291's Whumptober 2024 Summary:

Vespa wasn’t having a good day. It was supposed to have been a simple mission on her own. She should have been able to complete it without issues. And had she not gotten trapped in a room maybe she would have.

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Sinking Away - an Avengers fanfiction

Fandom: The Avengers (2012) Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner Prompt: this was written for day 8 of @whumptober 2024, prompt Forced To Stay Awake. Word count: 1660 Warnings: contains descriptions of injury, gunshot wounds, blood and losing consciousness.

A/N: this is a bit of a liberal take on the prompt, so hope this is okay. This fic is set somewhere around the first Avengers movie.

Bruce woke up on a dingy cement floor. It was dark, cold and damp. A basement? He was somewhat surprised. He never imagined he could be unconscious without the other guy taking over, but, apparently, it could…

Bruce slowly sat upright to better take in his surroundings. Immediately he became aware of the shackles around his wrists and ankles, and the heavy chains which attached those shackles to a thick cement wall.  Bruce grinned sadly. Those shackles and chains were no match for the Hulk, but was it worth changing to escape wherever he was? 

A sound from the other side of the room drew Bruce’s attention. It held the middle between a groan and a muffled scream. Apparently, he wasn’t alone in this room. 

"Hello?" Bruce called out to the semi-darkness. "Who’s there?" A light appeared somewhere to the left side of the room. Bruce recognized the bluish glow of Tony’s arc reactor. The billionaire had been lying on his stomach, blocking out the light before. The rattling of chains sounded as Tony moved, leading Bruce to conclude that Tony was equally heavily shackled. 

"Tony?" Bruce called out. "Tony, are you alright?" The answer did not follow right away, but when it did, it chilled Bruce to the bone. "I– I’m bleeding." "How bad is it?" The doctor in Bruce immediately took over, and his mind already went over possible scenarios and what he could possibly do in their current situation.  "I’m… injured. Gunshot wounds… chest, shoulder…" Tony sounded out of breath, with all the usual confidence gone from his voice.  

The single lightbulb on the ceiling did not do much to illuminate the room, but just enough for Bruce to make out Tony’s silhouette. It looked like he was lying on his side. "Can you move?" Bruce inquired. "I want to have a look at your wounds, but my chains aren’t long enough to come to you. You have to meet me in the middle." Tony breathed deeply a few times. "I’ll try."

The rattling of his chains sounded through the room again, as Tony very slowly dragged himself closer to Bruce. His whimpers and moans in pain were almost constant. Bruce, too, stretched his chains to their limits and moved himself closer to Tony as far as he could go. 

Once he was within Bruce’s reach, Tony collapsed onto the floor with another yelp in pain.  Bruce could just reach Tony, although it wasn’t comfortable. The chains stood tight and the manacles cut painfully into the skin of his wrists and ankles, but that didn’t matter now. 

"Tell me what you feel." Bruce started. "Cold… pain…" Was all Tony could say. Even in the dim lighting, Bruce could see how very pale the billionaire was. He was in no way the indestructible Iron Man now.  Bruce scanned over Tony’s injuries. There indeed were gunshot wounds to his shoulder and right side of his chest. Both were still bleeding and clearly causing a lot of pain, so Bruce deduced the bullets must still be lodged somewhere inside the wounds.

"How does it look?" Tony asked softly. The weakness of his voice was worrisome. Bruce sighed. "Not too good, I’m afraid." He didn’t hesitate to tell the truth. Tony was a close friend, and he needed to be honest with him. White lies would do neither of them any good. Tony did not respond, but Bruce knew he had heard him and was most likely terrified, even though that was something Tony would never admit to. 

Bruce quickly took off his shirt, leaving him with a tank top on, and expertly tore it in half. He folded both halves neatly and placed each one over one of Tony’s wounds. Bruce hesitated a moment, but finally pressed his hands down firmly over the shirt-halves and with that Tony’s wounds. Tony screamed out in pain, arching his back.  "I’m sorry," Bruce said weakly, "but I need to do this." "I–I know." Tony grunted through gritted teeth. "But the p-pain is…" He couldn’t finish the sentence, but it left no doubt as to what he had wanted to say.  Bruce had to muster all his willpower to keep the pressure on the wounds. He hated to hurt his friend like this, but he knew it was necessary to at least give him a chance of surviving. 

Tony slightly calmed down after a while and lay still. He stared at Bruce’s hands covered in his blood. A feeling of drowsiness and numbness started to take a hold of him, and Tony unfortunately knew what that meant. 

"Leave it…" Tony muttered nearly inaudibly after a few more minutes. He had hoped the sensation of drowsiness and numbness would pass, but it only grew worse. "What do you mean?" Bruce’s voice betrayed that he already suspected something. "Leave it…" Tony repeated a little louder. "It’s no good." "No, don’t say that." It sounded to Bruce like Tony was giving up. "You’re not going to die! I will personally make sure of that." Tony chuckled darkly. "My chances of survival are very slim, especially in our current situation. You know that just as well." He seemed to have trouble forming words by now.  "The others are looking for us." Bruce threw in. "They’ll find us soon."

Tony was silent for a full minute. "Save yourself," he whispered. "No!" Bruce looked up in disbelief. "Come on, big guy." Tony blinked sluggishly. "You know you can easily get out of here." "No!" Bruce frantically shook his head. "The other guy is unpredictable and I can’t control him. I could kill you… I won’t do it, I won’t allow that to happen." "You did everything you could for me here," Tony mumbled, "there is no reason for you to die here, too." But Bruce wasn’t convinced. "I don’t care, I’m not leaving."

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There was silence for a long time. Tony’s condition deteriorated fast now. He was conscious, but only just. Every now and then he muttered something incomprehensibly, but Bruce was certain he heard him say "Pepper" at least once. Bruce stared absentmindedly at the bluish glow coming from the arc reactor in Tony’s chest, as he still kept pressure on the wounds. The device was the only part of Tony that wasn’t fading. 

Bruce constantly had his ears pricked for sounds which might indicate that the other Avengers were there to rescue them, but their surroundings stayed eerily quiet. He knew Tony was right. He could easily escape if he allowed himself to change into the Hulk, but it would be dangerous. Too dangerous. As the Hulk he was likely to hurt or even kill Tony, and that was a risk Bruce was not willing to take. 

"Tony?" Bruce realized his friend had not given any signs of life for a while. "Hmm…" Was Tony’s reply. He had his eyes closed, but now opened them marginally to look at Bruce. "You have to stay with me alright? Don’t go to sleep," Bruce urged. "I don’t know for how much longer I’ll be able to do that," Tony answered softly. His words were slurred and his breathing had become slightly irregular. "Okay, okay…" Bruce thought quickly. "I’ll make sure you can. Do you want me to tell anecdotes? Ask questions? Give you a scientific lecture? Because I can do all of those." Tony snorted weakly, followed by a wince in pain. "Don’t panic, doc. Just talk, it might help me focus."

Bruce fell into an extensive lecture about an interesting scientific article he had read. He knew Tony had probably been reading it as well, but they hadn’t had time to discuss it yet. Whilst talking, Bruce still kept pressure on Tony’s wounds. He tried to keep his mind off the horrible feeling of warm blood still spilling onto his hands and Tony shivering under his pressure. 

Tony, in the meantime, lay completely still. He stared blankly at one of the walls, concentrating with all his might on Bruce’s voice. It was the only thing that kept him from giving in to unconsciousness and possibly death. 

"Personally, I believe more research is necessary to prove…" Bruce fell silent mid-sentence,  looking over his shoulder to the dark opposite wall. "What?" Tony slurred. He wasn’t aware of much anymore, but the sudden absence of Bruce’s voice did make it into his mind. Bruce listened for a few seconds longer. "They’re here! The others, they’ve found us!"

Bruce had his eyes averted for no more than 15 seconds, but when he looked back, Tony had lost consciousness. He was definitely still breathing, but it sounded strained and laboured. "No, no, no!" Bruce scared himself with the way he growled the words, and forced himself to remain calm. This was not the moment to lose control. 

"Tony? Tony, wake up, buddy." Bruce tapped Tony’s cheek and shook his uninjured shoulder for as much as he dared. To his great relief, Tony moaned and stirred softly. "That’s it," Bruce encouraged, "I need you to stay awake. Don’t give up now. They’re here, we’re going to get you to safety." Tony’s gaze briefly landed on Bruce’s face, before his eyes fell shut again. "Come on, don’t do that." Bruce shook his friend again. "Open those eyes, stay awake." Tony’s eyes fluttered open once again. He was actually trying, with the last of his strength, to listen to Bruce and stay awake. 

Suddenly, a heavy door, which neither Bruce nor Tony had noticed before, flew open, revealing Thor and Steve. "Bruce!" Steve ran over to where the doctor sat on the floor. "I’m fine, I’m fine." Bruce waved away the concern for him. "Tony’s injured, we need to get him to medical care as soon as possible."

Steve cast one quick glance downward at the severely injured Tony and immediately understood the urgency of the situation. "We’ll be taking him straight away." Bruce nodded, relieved that help had finally arrived. "And, please, make sure he stays awake."

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Author's note: this fic will get posted onto my AO3 and FF.net account as well in the coming weeks.

[nxcroflesh]

i finally watched the doctor who movie and now im an eighthpilled mcganncel

[uniasus]

Whumptober Day 8 - YGO Snippet

Atem had been to the hospital before, most memorably after the warehouse fire where Yugi had stayed behind to reassemble the Puzzle. Back then, he'd been in the Puzzle, hesitant to take over Yugi's body so soon, worried about interrupting the doctors. He'd held Yugi in the hallway of the Puzzle instead, cradling his partner's hands as Yugi leaned against Atem's chest.

He'd missed the chaos of the hospital itself.

"Please," he watched a frantic woman ask at the front desk. "I'm looking for Megumi Fujioka. I got a call."

"This way," Tristan said, leading them to a set of elevators. "Yugi's on the fifth floor."

They rode the elevator with a nervous man, clutching a shopping bag with red eyes. He got off on the third floor, just as people in scrubs ran down the hallway with grim faces.

Atem's stomach twisted. It seemed as if everyone here was worried, Tristan included. He wanted to ask, how bad was Yugi? Bad enough for a hospital stay, but what did that mean? Yugi's previous stays had included time just playing games. Surely that was the case now?

He opened his mouth to ask, but clicked his teeth together when the elevator doors opened. There were no running staff here, but the air smelled sharp and felt heavy.

[lynlee494]

“Mrs....Mrs. Rogers...he looks…” a small voice sobs quietly, and Sarah was at his level immediately, her arms tight around him. Bucky let out another sob, this time muffled by her shoulder. His small body shaking against her as she can tell he tries to hold it in.

They stay like that for a few minutes and some of the tightness leaves Sarah’s chest just a little, and the trembling in the small boy calms some. Bucky sniffles and murmurs an apology. Sarah gently pulls back from Bucky and sweeps some hair out of his eyes. Stevie might be the frail one, but this poor Barnes boy had such a soft heart.

Prompt 8: Lyrics: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Prompts: Overcrowded ER / Outnumbered Shaking / “It’s all for nothing.”

___________________________________________________________ I am not going to lie, I'm excited about this one and the multi-prompt series it begins.

[nopoodles]

Burdened Purpose - Whumptober Day 8

*Training with the Hunters Guild is a little like torture.*

Prompt: Sleep Deprivation + Forced To Stay Awake + “Leave the lights on”World: Claretbury ChroniclesCharacters: Billie (You’ve met Billie before here and here and earlier this Whumptober)Spoilers?  Backstory stuff again.

CW: vomit. Death/accidental murder (is that manslaughter? Someone is acting a vampire for training and gets killed…

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Whumptober Completion Week!

This week's installment of longfic All Vows Is out. We're at the point of the story where everyone bottoms out before climbing back out, which was kind of perfect timing for Whumptober. There are six prompts in this chapter which makes this official Whumptober completion!

Erik has a flashback to his time in Persia and how he became an assassin. I want to note something I have some discomfort with in fandom, which is how Persia is depicted in the story. This is mostly because of both how Leroux and, ahem, Susan Kay depicted it, and it is accurate to the lens of a 19th-century European. There are some things I simply have to leave in because they are Leroux accurate, but I try to allude to the fact that if you want a society that loves its indiscriminate violence for entertainment and sport, look no further than 19th century Paris. Erik is very lucky the mob didn't find his wine and never caught him.

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[spiraledalone]

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[spiraledalone]

they’re made for eachother 🥹

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[vikramkarve]

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