#prompt: presumed dead

[serickswrites]

At Least It can't Get Any Worse

Warnings: explosion, collapse, head injury, crush injury, blood

"At least," Team Leader panted as they strained to lift the metal beam off themself, "it can't get any worse."

Smallest Teammate stared at Team Leader in horror. "What do you mean it can't get any worse? The building exploded and came down on top of us. You've hit your head and are pinned beneath a ceiling beam. The rest of the team probably thinks we are dead!"

Team Leader stopped trying to move the beam. They gave Smallest Teammate a wan smile. Smallest Teammate flinched at the sight of Team Leader's blood coated teeth. "That's my point," Team Leader continued, "this is pretty bad, Smallest Teammate. It won't get any worse than this."

Smallest Teammate leaned against another fallen beam. Somehow they had managed to only get a few cuts and bruises, while Team Leader took the majority of the injuries. "How bad is it, Team Leader?"

"Not too bad," Team Leader lied quickly. They didn't want to worry Smallest Teammate. The truth was their head injury was the least of their problems. Just a cut above their eye that bled heavily. The real problem was they were pretty sure the beam had crushed their pelvis. Even if they managed to get the beam off, Team Leader knew there was no way they would be able to walk out of the rubble.

Smallest Teammate nodded. "Still, I think I should try to find us a way out of here. Will you be ok if I look around a bit?"

Team Leader nodded. "Don't worry, Smallest Teammate, I'm not going anywhere. If you find a way out, just go. Get the others. They can help us get the beam off."

Smallest Teammate nodded and rose carefully. "I'll be back soon. Quick as I can. I promise!" And they quickly disappeared into the gloom.

Team Leader lay back and let out a sob. Their body hurt. It was hard to breathe around the pain. At least they got Smallest Teammate out. At least Smallest Teammate would be ok. That was all that mattered.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s turning out to be a bad day when Jason finds himself stabbed during a drug bust.

It’s turning out to be a very bad day when he starts to feel woozy (seriously, what the hell? It was just a little stabbing) and promptly collapses.

It’s turning out to be a monumentally bad day when the batfamily drop in on his drug bust.

And then the night takes a hard nose dive into catastrophically bad, because whatever toxin that blade was laced with? It’s making his heartbeat slow down into near flatline, paralyzing Jason in the process.

And now he’s stuck listening to his family lose it completely upon finding his “dead” body.

… shit.

[hypewinter]

The boy stood over the Joker's body stoically, blood slowly dripping from his hands. The intricate scars that traced up his arms and disappeared into the sleeves of his t-shirt told of a story that brought about great concern inside Batman. His deadpan expression showing no signs of remorse for what he just did was unnerving to say the least. Even to the Dark Knight himself. Glowing green eyes that spoke of apathy and exhaustion turned on him.

"It had to be done," was all that the boy uttered as the Gotham police cuffed him and led him away.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1316

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Whumpee being presumed dead and (thinks) no one is looking for them… until they make it out on their own years later to find the team as happy as ever.

However, the whumpee doesn't know about the tears, guilt, nightmares, flashbacks and the changes their “death” caused, all they can see is the team seemingly not caring and it breaks whumpee.

Whether whumpee breaks down and is eventually found by the team, attacks the team or even goes back to whumper each has its own special flavour of angst.

[whumperofworlds]

A Caretaker self sacrifices for Whumpee once again, and Whumpee is furious over it.

An argument ensues. As the argument heats up, Whumpee screams out:

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU AGAIN!"

That stun Caretaker. In the past, Whumpee and Caretaker had been separated for months, and they had finally reunited when Caretaker was presumed dead. Caretaker didn't even realize that it had affected Whumpee this much.

Comfort and apologies ensues, and Caretaker promises not to self sacrifice for Whumpee. They'll still protect Whumpee, but they'll learn self preservation from now on. They don't want to leave Whumpee behind again.

[aceofwhump]

So like a loved one thinking whumpee is dead then their relief when later on they find out that they are actually alive is peak, amirite? Especially if they think they were the reason the whumpee died.....

Oh god YES! Peak whump for sure!! That reunion is always so so good. And omg if they think they're the reason they died?? SO GOOD! That angst! The guilt! The relief! Ahhhhh yes so good!

[necrotic-nephilim]

Hey, I'm so glad you enjoyed! Your comment was so thoughtful too 😭 I loved the dissection. I'm not really someone who bases my works off their Canon dynamic a lot, so I'm glad you ended up enjoying it when I tried! All your prompts were amazing. I actually really liked another one of yours too (the time travel one), but I couldn't figure out a way to write it the way you requested. Would you mind if I took that prompt anyway? I can credit you for it, I just loved it a lot and want to take a crack at it. - @rottenapricots

hi! i *loved* your fic so dearly, the comment was the *least* i could say. i kept thinking of all the things i wanted to mention and then forgetting them so my thoughts were all of the place but i truly loved your fic so much <3 you did *such* a good job with their canon characters while still melding them beautifully to the AU!

please go ahead!!! you can take any of the prompts you want and change them if you need to, or keep them the same, honestly go wild! i'd *love* to see what you come up with for the time travel idea.

[whumperer-86]

Today is the first day of EID Al Adha and my present of Whump is here in the new drama Miraculous Brothers whump first scene

[isabel3710]

Bad things happen bingo request, Missing and Presumed Dead.

In less than 24 hours you and one other person requested this. Not that I'm surprised! The other user decided to remain anonymous so I'm going with your message.

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Fandom: Gravity Falls

Prompt: Missing and Presumed Dead

Masterlist

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Initially, Dipper's absence went unnoticed. It was not unusual for Dipper to forget to call them since he was always pretty preoccupied with classes. Mabel was the only one who regularly talked with him, but due to her upcoming art project, she didn't have the time.

As soon as Mabel was done with her project she called him.

Dipper didn’t pick up. 

This was strange, but not alarming. Mabel assumed that Dipper had forgotten to charge his phone and would call her back once he saw the missed call.

He didn’t. 

After a couple of days Mabel tried calling her brother again. And just like before she didn’t get an answer. So she decided to reach out to her Grunkles and see when they last heard from her brother.

“So let me get this straight,” Mabel said, on the phone with Stan and Ford. “Neither of you have heard from Dipper in almost two weeks?”

“No,” Stan said, “we thought he got busy with his fancy college courses.” 

“I did too,” Mabel amidted, “but I’ve been calling him non-stop for the past few days and he hasn’t picked up.”

“I am sure there is nothing to worry about” Ford said “like Stan said, he’s probably busy and doesn’t have time to talk.”

“But if that was the case then he would text me and tell me he’s busy” Mabel said “just like he always does.” 

“Well my dear” Ford said “why don’t you call the police and request a wellness check?”

“That's a good idea” Mabel said “thanks Grunkle Ford.”

“Anytime.” 

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Mabel paced back and forth in her tiny dorm room, anxiously waiting for a response after calling in the wellness check. Although she knew the police were probably busy and hadn't had the chance to investigate yet, but that did nothing to calm her nerves.

Her phone ran and Mabel rushed to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hello” a male voice said “may I speak with Mabel Pines?”

“This is her.” 

“Hi, I’m Officer Green and I’m calling to follow up on the wellness check you requested.”

“Yes?” 

Officer Green seemed to hesitate for a moment “ma’am, Mason Pines is your brother. Correct?”

“Um yeah” Mabel said “though my family and I call him Dipper.” 

“Right” Officer Green said “well ma’am-”

“Mabel.” 

“Sorry, Mabel” the officer said “it seems like your brother wasn’t home and his roommate hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks.”

“That was the last time I heard from him,” Mabel said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Now normally” Officer Green said “we think that the person in question decided to leave, especially people his age.”

"Dipper isn't like that," Mabel protested. "He wouldn't drop out of school, especially without telling us."

“I believe you” he assured “we found no evidence of him leaving, at least under his own free will.” 

“So you think he was kidnapped?” Mabel’s voice was starting to shake. 

“We aren’t sure” Officer Green said “but I am going to do what I can to find out.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Mabel asked.

“Yes” the officer said “if you could come down sometime in the next couple of days we would like to interview you.”

"Okay," Mabel agreed, her mind racing. "I just need to clear it with my professors."

“If I can get their emails I can have a letter sent to excuse you from classes,” Officer Green offered kindly.

“Okay,” Mabel agreed.

After they hung up, she sat in silence for a long while, worried and fearful for her brother's safety.

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As promised by Officer Green, Mabel received an excused absence for all her classes. Although she was unaware of the contents of the emails, it didn't matter to her at the time. She hastily packed a bag and caught the first flight she could find.

Stan and Ford also flew in as soon as they heard about the wellness check results. Mabel knew that their friends in Gravity Falls would have come too if she hadn't talked them out of it. She didn't want to inconvenience anyone for something that might turn out to be nothing. And Mabel was doing her best to hope and manifest it to be nothing.

So Mabel went to the police station and met with Officer Green and talked with him for a few hours. The man wanted to know everything about Dipper and she complied. Anything to find her brother. 

There were, of course, a few things Mabel didn’t tell the officer. Things that would make her and Dipper look like crazy people but since he never asked she didn’t feel too bad about it. 

After the interview the Grunkles took Mabel out to lunch. “I’m sure he’s fine, '' Stan said for the hundredth time. “Dipper’s a strong and resilient kid.” 

Mabel just nodded, picking at her food. She knew Grunkle Stan was just as worried as the rest of them but was trying to stay strong for their benefit. 

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Days passed and during that time the three of them worked with the police to try and find any word on DIpper’s location. Then they get a call down and are asked to come down to the station. 

Officer Green leads them to a private room and had them sit down. The man doesn’t say anything as he sets the object on the table. It was a clear plastic evidence bag. 

Inside is Dipper’s pine tree hat. 

The hat had a few extra rips and stains from when Mabel last saw it but the things that caught her attention were the blood splatters. She was vaguely aware of Stan letting out a curse but couldn’t take her eyes off the hat. 

“I assume this was Mason’s?” Officer Green asked.

“Yes” Ford said, “he’s had it since he was twelve and never takes it off. Where did you find it?”

“I see,” Officer Green nodded, “we found it in a wooded area not too far from here. But this wasn’t all we found. I can show you everything we’ve found, if you’d like.”

“Yes,” Ford said, “we would like that.” 

Officer Green led them to a room where there was a long table with plastic evidence bags were all lined up. They were full of Dipper’s things. 

There were pieces of one of his shirts, ripped to shreds and covered in blood. There was his wallet and keys. There was a single shoe, chunks of his brown hair, and fragments of his other shoe. And so much more.

Officer Green let them take in the scene and gave them a sympathetic look, “we believe it was an animal attack but we’ll do some more investigating to be sure. We’ll need to do a DNA check as well.” 

Mabel was frozen in place, unable to remove her eyes from the table. She felt Stan wrap and arm around her shoulders as Ford questioned the officer. 

“Have you found a body?” He asked “or any type of human remains?”

Mabel choked and felt tears in her eyes. 

“No” the officer said “all of his belongings were scattered across the area and we have people looking for more. All of this was found over the course of a couple of days.”

“He’s dead?” Mabel’s voice was on the verge of a sob. 

“Until we find a body we can’t proclaim him to be…” Officer Green said “But we assume that yes… Mason is dead. I’m so sorry.” 

Mabel felt her knees buckle and someone caught her as she began to sob.

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Author's Note:

Not much to say about this one...

NLGQDSSHG

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Cinderheart

Whumpril Day 17 (Hallucination), Day 23 (Presumed Dead)

Whumpril Prompts List

part 2

TW: darkness, monster, blood, dark magic, presumed dead, death, corpses, fighting, anger, self-deprecation, shame, running away

Context: Jin is one of my Dragon Prince ocs. She's a Katolis Crownguard under King Harrow. Her husband Zane (also a Crownguard) was killed defending Harrow, and she sided with Viren on a quest for revenge. Her story starts in the aftermath of the Season 3 finale, where she was transformed by dark magic alongside his entire army. (More information to come when I have the time)

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Jin was surrounded by darkness, no longer the angry, invincible, uncontrollable monster but herself before the painful transformation. Breathing raggedly, she touched her face, her arms, her breastplate. All seemed to be normal. As it should be. The darkness pressed in, threatening to choke her.

"Jin."

She whirled around, fists raised. Behind her, the darkness opened to reveal something in the distance. A pile of some sort? Jin approached hesitantly, preferring the mysterious light over the suffocating darkness. Her breath caught in her throat when she got close. It was a pile of hundreds of battle axes, all spattered and stained with blood.

"Why are you fighting, Jin?" someone—or something—hissed in her ear.

Jin flinched away and punched in the direction of the voice. But her fists only found air. "Who are you?" She demanded, glancing around wildly.

"Why do you resist?" The voice was accompanied by swirling smoke that formed into one of the monsters, the ones who were once human like her, changed by dark magic. Jin backed away.

"You only weaken yourself by fighting your true nature." The monster hissed in a familiar voice. Jin's voice, like when it echoed in the throne room. "Stop resisting!"

The last word came as a roar. Monster-Jin lunged, swiping with her claws. Jin ducked away, dodging around the heap of weaponry. She grabbed the nearest ax and hefted its weight. The handle fit her hand perfectly like it was her ax.

Jin charged the monster, using her own momentum to bring the ax over her head and down in a killing stroke. It would have cleaved the monster in two. But it caught the ax in its claws with ease.

"Please, Jin, you're embarrassing yourself," Monster-Jin snarled. Jin tugged at the ax, but the monster held on with terrible strength. The metal turned red hot and began to melt. Jin dropped the weapon and tried to flee, but it lunged and snatched her collar. Its knuckles brushed against her throat, and she gasped at the intense heat radiating from its skin.

"You really think you can hold your own against me? You're weak! Give in, and gain strength never seen before!"

Jin swayed, overcome by dizziness, and suddenly she was the monster. "No!" She cried out, staring at her hands, tipped with talons carved from molten stone, "I didn't want this! I never wanted this..."

"What did you want, then?" Jin started and turned as Zane's voice reached her ears. He stood several feet away, facing her, clutching his sword. "You brought this upon yourself.”

Jin fell to her knees, staring at her hands. The hands of a killer, the hands of a monster. "I was angry!" She shouted, the darkness swallowing the sound. "I was angry at the elves, for killing my king, for killing you! I'm a monster, Zane! I never deserved your love."

Zane sheathed his sword and stepped forward. "You think your anger makes you a beast? I disagree." He took another step, and he was in front of her. "I think anger is what makes you human."

Even kneeling, she towered over him. "Do you even see me, Zane? I chose to follow Viren, and he made me...this!"

He looked up at her. Oh, how she missed the way he looked at her. "Anger is an emotion, one of many emotions we have. And it's a struggle. I know you always struggled with it."

Jin closed her eyes. "Except now it has changed me, irrevocably. How can you look at me and say I'm still human?"

"It's a part of our nature as humans to struggle with our emotions,” he said softly, “So what if you have a little bit more trouble with yours? Perhaps it should be an incentive to watch yourself, keep yourself from doing something foolish."

A lump formed in Jin's throat. She opened her eyes and discovered that she was no longer the monster but regular human Jin. Zane knelt in front of her and held out his hand. Jin hesitated before reaching out, but it dissolved into smoke. "No!" She protested, reaching out for him as he vanished. 

The darkness rushed in his wake and swallowed her whole. The air swirled around her violently, whipping at her hair and face. Jin whimpered and curled up in the fetal position in a weak attempt to ward it off. "Please..." She murmured, "let me out... Please..."

Voices echoed through the rushing gale. 

“Not breathing. No heartbeat.”

“...She’s not wearing a broken link badge.”

“So?”

“So why isn’t she one of… them? And look at the dead around her….”

“Fair point. I’ll mention it to the king. But our concern right now is the dying.”

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Jin opened her eyes to find the sky above the battlefields streaked with brilliant reds, yellows, and violets, the stars beginning to show themselves at the edge of the night. She was cold.

So very cold.

And alone, save for the dead.

She found her battle ax lying on the ground nearby, covered with so much blood it was nearly unrecognizable. She tried to ignore the bodies around her as she picked it up and slid the weapon onto her back.

Most of the living were gathered across the battlefield, a sprawl of tents dotting the landscape at the base of the Storm Spire. Jin was at the southern edge of the carnage, about as far as one could get from the mountain. She gazed at the camp in silence.

If she went there, she would no doubt be arrested as a traitor to the crown and live out the rest of her days in prison. She glanced down at her hands and on a whim, carefully pulled off one of her gloves. 

Her breath caught in her throat. The veins under her skin glowed like hot, flowing magma. The transformation had changed her, irrevocably so. She might appear human now, but the monster was still there.

Jin knew what would happen over that little detail. She didn’t want to know.

Perhaps it would have been better if she had died in the battle. They already thought she had.

Face burning with shame—or perhaps the fire in her blood—Jin turned away from the Storm Spire and faced south. She steeled herself, considering this route. Was it truly better than the alternative?

It had to be.

It must be.

Jin didn’t allow herself to dwell upon it before she fled into the night.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @whumpril

[serickswrites]

I Care

Warnings: captivity, physical violence, restraints, drugging, creepy/intimate whumper, yandere, suicide, faked suicide, fake blood, presumed dead

Whumpee came to slowly. Their head was pounding and their mouth was dry as cotton. What happened? Where am I? Whumper! The thought had Whumpee starting awake.

"My love, you are awake," Whumper whispered into their ear, lips gently brushing the shell of their ear. "I am so glad."

"Wha," Whumpee had to clear their throat to get the words out, "what didjou do?" Where did you take me? Where is Caretaker? What have you done?

"What needed to be done," Whumper said coolly. "Really, I thought you would be happy, we're together, just like I promised we'd be. I always keep my promises."

What needed to be done? Oh God. Caretaker! "Caretaker?" Whumpee said as they realized they were restrained in a bed. Memories of the moments leading up to Whumper taking them flooded Whumpee. They had opened the door, expecting Caretaker, but found Whumper. They opened their mouth to scream, but Whumper came at them, punching their mouth, boxing their ears, and then grabbing them and......a sharp prick and then nothing.

"Oh they're alive, Whumpee. Don't worry. I wouldn't kill them. Though that would have made my life much easier," they said in afterthought.

Whumpee sighed. Caretaker's alive. They'll find me. They always find me. "They'll.....hunt....you." Their mouth was still dry, the words stuck like glue to their tongue.

Whumper giggled. "They're not going to come looking for you. I made sure they wouldn't."

Whumpee's heart pounded in their chest. They tried to free their hands, but the silken ropes bound them so tightly. "What didjou do?"

"I faked your death. At your own hand of course. That way Caretaker will never suspect me. And you and I can have all our time together. Just like I've always dreamed."

Faked my death? Suicide? I would never! Images of Caretaker's grief filled them, the pain so palpable. They think I'm dead. They think I'm dead. I'm not dead. They think I hurt myself. I would never. I could never hurt them that way. "Why?" Was all Whumpee managed to croak.

"I'm doing this because I care about you, Whumpee. More than anyone else." They cupped Whumpee's cheek and stared into Whumpee's eyes, a maniacal gleam filling their own eyes. "I care so much about you, Whumpee, that I will do anything to take care of you. Even if it means making sure no one will know you. No one will come for you. It's only you and me."

Whumpee spat in Whumper's face. It was the only thing they could do, they were bound to the bed so tightly. "Fuck you," they hissed.

Whumper winced as they wiped the spit off their face. They reached into their pocket and pulled out another needle. "I think you just need some time to think about how great our time will be with no one to interfere."

Whumpee tried to roll away. Tried to free their hands. Tried to do anything to avoid the prick of the needle. But it was in vein. As Whumper stabbed their neck with the needle and depressed the plunger, flooding their body with a potent sedative, Whumpee realized that until Whumper trusted them, until Whumper believed they wouldn't try to escape, they would remain tied to the bed.

I will get out of here. I will get back to you, Caretaker. Whumpee made their silent vow as they began to slip into the deep sea of unconsciousness. I will get back to you. Caretaker. I love you. Please, don't give up on me.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Whumpee's been gone for long enough they're now presumed dead. Their family has cleared out their home and surrendered their dog to a shelter.

Whumpee's friend refuses to believe it and adopts the dog, hoping to give them back when Whumpee comes home.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

The first mission the Court send their newly minted Talon on is an assassination attempt on the ward of one Bruce Wayne… Dick Grayson.

Calvin— can’t kill Dick. He can’t.

He didn’t know it would be the boy he grew up in the circus with they want him to murder in cold blood. He didn’t know— didn’t recognize him until the knife was already at his throat.

But he remembers now. And he won’t do it. Never. Never.

He’ll run. Disappear. Dick doesn’t know who he is, it’s better that way, and if he’s lucky the Court will be too busy hunting him to care about the failed assassination.

Unfortunately for Calvin, Dick does remember; Recognizes the Talon.

And he’s not inclined to let his childhood best friend slip through his fingers again after years of believing him dead.

[roosterr]

if ur requests are open, could we have like 141 falling asleep on the reader??? like different scenarios for each of them like price falls asleep accidentally and so does ghost while gaz and soap are like cuddling or laying on the reader :) i love ur writing so much <333

the 141 falls asleep on you

wc: 2.1k

hello!!! been struggling to love my writing for like the last month so i really hope you enjoy, and i'm sorry in advance lol its mostly fluffy but i just couldn't help myself with a lil bit of angst :)

price

✹ when you hear the front door open in the middle of the night – or, technically, early morning – the first thought your sleep-addled mind comes up with is that you're being robbed.

✹ with your heart in your throat, you sit up in bed and stare wide-eyed at the bedroom door, but your fear is short lived when a dull thud meets your ears, followed by a familiar curse that has you breathing a sigh of relief.

✹ your husband, coming home at last from a night of drinking with the other members of the taskforce, presumably stubbing his toe on the sofa that hasn't moved an inch since you put it there all those years ago.

✹ with a deep yawn, you get back under the covers and let your eyes fall shut again, the knowledge that it was john downstairs and not a burglar putting your racing heart to rest.

✹ you don't react when he clumsily slips through the door, fighting the laugh that threatens to give you away when you hear him swear under his breath after bumping into yet another piece of furniture.

✹ the cold air sends goosebumps rippling across your skin when he lifts the covers to clamber in beside you, but the chill is quickly chased away by his hands bringing you into his chest and his enveloping warmth.

✹ "and what time do you call this?" you tease in a whisper, opening your eyes to see his guilty ones looking back at you. the slight flush in his cheeks and his half-lidded gaze gives him a boyish charm that you can't even pretend to be mad at.

✹ "sorry darlin', didn't mean to wake you..." he murmurs in return, a sheepish smile pulling at one side of his lips.

✹ "well, i'm glad you had a good time," you punctuate your reply by placing a light kiss on the bridge of his nose, which prompts his smile to grow wider as he hugs your body to his own.

✹ "i'm havin' a better time now, love." he ghosts his lips over yours as he whispers, earning another tiny chuckle from you, his fingers tracing patterns into the skin of your back under your shirt.

✹ you can smell the whisky on his breath as he leans even further into you, and taste it when he closes the distance to devour your lips in a passionate, if slightly messy, kiss.

✹ he sighs into your mouth, his lips falling from yours when he rolls you onto your back to lay his head on your chest, and like a switch, he's dead asleep.

✹ "john?" you whisper, in a sort of disbelief that he was actually asleep just like that, but he doesn't even flinch when you gently poke his cheek. "oh my god…"

✹ once the morning rolls around, you both share a laugh about his drunken state from the night before, and he makes you promise not to tell the boys he passed out in the middle of kissing you.

✹ you just laugh and file it away for future blackmail.

gaz

✹ the two of you were watching a movie late one night, the first time you've had time to yourselves in months thanks to the never-ending workload you both seem to be under.

✹ the dim mood lighting of your flat combined with the comforting feeling of finally being alone with kyle is nearly enough to send you to sleep already, but your want to spent time with him keeps you awake.

✹ kyle watches you stifle a yawn as he presses play on the movie, and tugs you to lean against him with an arm around your shoulders and a teasing grin. "promise you won't fall asleep this time?"

✹ you look up to him from where your head rests against his collar and huff, a smile of your own playing on your lips as you nudge him lightly with your elbow. "maybe i should be the one asking that."

✹ the bags under his eyes leave no question about how tired he really is, but he was the one that insisted the two of you spend time together tonight, despite the exhaustion you knew he was hiding.

✹ "and leave you all by yourself?" he chuckles, "never, love."

✹ a comfortable quiet settles over you while you watch the movie together; kyle's choice, something action-y you've never seen before, but you know he's seen it a million times. he occasionally adds commentary to make you laugh which he, naturally, manages to do every time.

✹ as the movie plays, you gradually migrate to laying on the sofa on your back with kyle between your legs and his head on your sternum. you absentmindedly run your nails over his scalp, gently massaging his head while he hugs your waist.

✹ it's about two-thirds of the way through the movie that you realise kyle hasn't said anything in a while. you pause your ministrations, smoothing over his curls as you turn your gaze from the screen to where he lays on top of you.

✹ a soft smile lights up your face when your eyes land on his blissfully relaxed features, sound asleep and breathing in time with the steady rise and fall of your chest.

✹ you continue to watch the movie in silence, occasionally petting kyle's hair when he grumbles in his sleep. he deserves the rest, you muse, and something about how peaceful he looks means you can't even entertain the idea of disturbing him. and you would definitely tease him that he fell asleep like he said he wouldn't.

✹ even once the movie has finished, and your back has started to ache from the position against the armrest, you still don't dare wake him. tomorrow was an off day for both of you, so there was no need to go anywhere – as if you would ever want to, intertwined with your boyfriend and surrounded by his warmth.

✹ you close your eyes, give him one last squeeze, and whisper into the silence, "sweet dreams, kyle."

soap

✹ it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

✹ everything was supposed to go smoothly, you'd get what you came for, and you'd be home in time for dinner.

✹ but it hadn't happened like that  of course it didn't. you were on your way out, with johnny by your side, when a sudden noise from behind you caught your attention.

✹ you spin around to see a dishevelled soldier aiming their gun at you, but you noticed just a second too late. you can do little more than watch as they pull the trigger, a sick sense of horror travelling up your spine as time seems to slow down.

✹ there's a split second where you brace to feel the bullet lodge somewhere in your body, but that impact never comes.

✹ with a speed you didn't know he possessed, johnny tackles you to the ground and out of the path of the bullet, landing on top of you and pushing the air from your lungs.

✹ you lay winded underneath him, the sound of him returning fire vaguely reaching your ears but it takes a second for your mind to catch up.

✹ it’s quiet by the time you come back to your senses, johnny already pulling you to stand with a strained grunt.

✹ "johnny?" you frown, taking note of how he favours one side when he urges you to start walking again, "you okay?"

✹ "fine, darlin’, let’s just–" he winces, stumbling ever so slightly and trying to play it off by pushing you in front of him, "let’s just get home, aye?"

✹ your frown deepens. you turn around and stop him with your hands on his shoulders, and it's then that you notice how laboured his breathing has become.

✹ "you're not fine, soap!" your heart sinks as you watch the patches of blood on his leg grow steadily darker, "why didn't you tell me you were hit?"

✹ he doesn't flinch at the anger in your voice, or when you haul his arm over your shoulder and resume dragging him the rest of the way to the helo. he mumbles incoherent that sounds like an apology, but your only focus is getting him to safety and stopping the bleeding.

✹ the others are already waiting for you as the exfil site comes into view, and the moment they spot you shouldering johnny's weight they spring into action to help you.

✹ johnny is dragged up the ramp and made to lay on the floor as gaz and ghost make short work of packing the bullet wound in his thigh with gauze.

✹ you lift his shoulders and head to rest in your lap, grimacing at the pained groans he lets out when ghost puts his weight on the wound.

✹ "why didn't you tell me?" you utter, tilting his head back with your hands on his cheeks and meeting his distant gaze with your brows knitted together in concern.

✹ he musters a weak smile and lets his eyes flutter shut, the muscles in his face visibly relax. "i’m fine… ‘slong as yer okay, bonnie…"

ghost

✹ sometimes you wondered if ghost ever slept.

✹ he would always volunteer himself for the first watch, and he was up before you without fail every morning. on base he always seemed to be in the gym before everyone, and in his office after everyone else has left. he was frustratingly elusive.

✹ it worried you, that perhaps he had trouble sleeping. it made sense, however saddening, that someone like him wouldn't sleep well, but it was even worse that he brushed off your concern for him with practised ease.

✹ he made sure to take care of others, but wouldn't let you try and do the same for him. perhaps he thought you were joking, or that you were only being courteous, but your mind always goes back to one thing; the theory that, for some people, it's only possible for them to fall asleep when they feel safe.

✹ you wanted to be that for him, like he was for you.

✹ you do your best to forget about your rejected concerns for him, and the thought all but slips your mind until a mission two months later.

✹ it was long, drawn-out, and gruelling, and all you wanted to do was get home and have a shower hot enough to melt your skin. it had been almost a week since you've had a moment to catch your breath, and you were more than thankful to be on the way home.

✹ even if that meant being squashed into the back of an suv with soap passed out on your left and ghost on your right. gaz called shotgun and wouldn't give it up for anything, so here you were, shoulder to shoulder with the lieutenant you may or may not harbour feelings for.

✹ the five of you have been on the road for a couple of hours now. the conversation has died down by now and and the quiet hum of the radio was the only sound, besides soap's intermittent snores.

✹ you're on the verge of passing out yourself when a weight drops onto your shoulder, and you have to fight yourself not to jump with the start it gives you.

✹ your tired eyes look to the source and to your utter surprise, they find the dark fabric of ghost's balaclava resting against you, and when you tilt your head you can see the blond of his eyelashes against his cheeks.

✹ the sight brings a smile to your face. as subtle as possible, you shift as much as the limited space of the backseat will allow so his neck isn't bent at such an awkward angle.

✹ he fell asleep on you. perhaps it was just because of the exhaustion this mission left him with, but you like to think back on your theory from weeks ago as you admire the restful expression he wears.

✹ your stop fighting your own exhaustion and let your eyes fall shut, and with your last thread of consciousness you file this memory away for later, and hope that it really does mean that he feels safe with you.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1277

Whumptober #9: Mistaken Identity

Your characters are waiting on base, anxiously awaiting news from the whumpee.

Across the radio someone relays the whumpees team/squadron code, and for a moment there's hope as the caretakers crowd the radio and demand silence from those surrounding them. However their dreams are crushed when the words 'missing in action' [or 'presumed dead'] follow.

Everyone is understandably crushed, even if they did have a feeling something was going to happen. Nevertheless, the whumpee left for the mission, all smiles and the bravado of someone who'd cheated death more times than reasonably possible.

The base is solemn after the news, even more so when the team begin to register what happened.

So imagine their surprise when they're called into the landing bay; the room awash with excitement and chatter. At first they may be angry, especially because they're talking about the recently deceased/missing squad... until they look at the radar.

The squad is on their way back, roughed up, but alive, and it's a miracle.

Turns out, after a lengthy and heated conversation, that a crew that had returned previously never logged that fact, and human error led to the wrong code being listed with the wrong description.

The whumpee finds it hilarious. The caretakers? Not so much.

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee telling Whumper that Caretaker is coming, that they will destroy Whumper.

Whumper, however, tells them this: Caretaker is dead. Whumper had killed them, even going as far as describing in excruciating detail on how they killed Caretaker. Maybe they even have "proof" that they killed them.

Whumpee slowly lost all hope, then. Caretaker... was dead? No, it couldn't be. But the "proof" Whumper had made it true... Caretaker is truly gone, and Whumpee is in the hands of Whumoer forever...

BONUS: Caretaker was alive, and they indeed come and rescued Whumpee after all.