#whumpcember day 2

[supercriminalbean]

Some days just end.

Derek Morgan x GN!reader.

Whumpcember day 2: promp alt 2 stabbing.

Summary: When the team spits up and communication becomes impossible, only bad things can happen.

Warnings: I'm sorry. Blood, stabbing, death and spirits.

@whumpcember

This isn’t good, hell this is far from good. Groaning softly as you drag yourself into a sitting position, resting against the cold wall.

You had gotten separate from your team and one of the unsubs managed to trap you down in the basement. You fought against her but she was stronger than you were prepared for, she knocked your coms out and broke your cell phone so now you have no way to contact any one as you bleed out. You glance down at the knife lodged deep in your side, you can’t remove it because then you will bleed out too fast, and you have nothing to put pressure on it. The only thing you can do is hope your team finds you in time. 

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You don’t know how long it has been now, but you’re getting colder and the room around you grows darker as you struggle to hold on. Soon you hear movement, the door flings open as the other unsub runs through the room jumping over your body as he goes for the other door, he can’t help but laugh darkly as he leaves you alone. 

“(Y/N)!” Someone screams at you before falling to their knees beside you, looking at them you smile weakly hope refilling you.

“D Derek” You couch roughly blood sputtering upwards as you lean towards him. “You’re here, you found me” 

“Yeah, I'm here, I am right here” Derek takes your hand that you are searching out. “It's going to be okay” He smiles weakly, glancing at the pile of blood forming underneath you, pressing his coms he turns away from you. “I need medics asap to the basement on the north wing, I have an agent with a stab wound who won’t stop bleeding and internal bleeding, I need help down here asap” Derek ordered urgently before turning back to you noticing your eyes closing. “No no no (Y/n) open your eyes, keep them open” Derek demands, shaking you, his free hand cupping your face. Your eyes open slowly, showing just how weak and lifeless you are becoming. 

“Sorry, Derek” Coughing up some more blood as you fall against him. “I'm sorry” 

“No!!” Derek screams out as he lays you down watching as you leave him. He can feel his heart breaking as he starts CPR, his arms shaking as he tries to keep you alive. 

“No you can’t leave me like this” He screams, tears streaming down his face. 

~~~ 

A few moments pass before a softer hand is grabbing Derek's arm stopping him.The rest of the team has finally made their way down, they all stand frozen by the door as they watch Derek perform CPR, everyone heart dropping at the blood draining out of you. It's JJ that approaches him, kneeling down beside him, taking his arms in hers whispering that it's over. Derek can’t help but collapse in JJ arms, sobbing uncontrollably into her. Your heart shatters as you stare down at him, your body lays lifeless beside them, JJ has tears sliding down her cheeks as she holds Derek closely. You look down at yourself, you're a ghost, a see through figure. This is the end, you are leaving your family all behind, glancing over at the rest of the team. Reid is standing frozen staring at your body, his arms shaking as he takes it in. Rossi has tears fall down his cheek making his way over to you slowly, his heart falling apart. Hotch has one single tear rolling down his cheek as he walks to the other side of the room, leaning against the wall as his mind spins. Your eyes finally fall on Emily who is starting right at you, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. You swear she can see you with the intense look in her eyes. You walk over to her slowly, hoping for the best that she can at least hear you and know how sorry you are.

“I’m sorry, look after him” You look her straight in the eyes as you speak.

“I will” She replies so quietly you can barely hear her, with a soft nod, you disappear and everything goes black.

~~~

[dogdaysareover365]

@whumpcember day two (alternate prompt ten - "Tell me I'm wrong.")

Sequel to Real or Not?

Title: My Biggest Mistake

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandom: Ghostbusters - All Media Types

Relationship: Lucky Domingo & Lars Pinfield & Trevor Spengler

TW: Past Violence, Hurt No Comfort

Summary: Trevor caught the ghost. He did a good thing. So, why is everyone treating him like he’s a criminal?

[fanfictasia]

Whumpcember Day 2

Alt. Concussion

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

Consciousness fades back in slowly.

Anakin’s head is throbbing. He pushes himself upright, though the world tilts around him dangerously and everything is blurry. Concussion, probably. Ugh. He doesn’t have time to worry about that right now.

He got knocked out by an explosion. That’s – okay, it happens, but it’s still pathetic.

His comm beeps, and Anakin answers it shakily. “Anakin here,” he rasps.

“Anakin!” It’s Kolara, and he can’t remember the last time he heard her so relieved. “The Inquisitor’s MIA, but we found Fives, and we’re on the way to the ship. Could use some back up, though. There’s Imperials forces everywhere here.”

Oh, Force. Not right now. He’s really, really not up to a fight. “Hang on,” he says, anyway, stumbling to his feet and nearly falling, “I’ll be right there.”

He lets the Force carry him, and that’s really the best he can do. Anakin fights with the Force instead of his lightsaber, shoving anyone nearby away until Cody and Artoo fly the ship overhead, and they jump aboard.

Anakin nearly goes on his face. Rex grabs his arm to haul him upright. The lights in the ship is making his head throb even worse, and they stumble into the ship. Rex drops him in one of the seats before they angle upwards. Anakin tilts his head back, closing his eyes and trying to breathe.

“Are you okay?” Anakin asks after a few minutes of just breathing. He hears the ship engine running, heading upwards.

“You’re the one with a nearly cracked skull,” Kolara replies, “Are you?”

He rubs his head, wincing. “I’ll be fine, but did you…”

“They were using him to lure us into a trap,” Rex replies, squeezing Anakin’s shoulder. “He’s a little… out of it, but he’s here.”

Anakin lets out a soft sigh of relief. “Thank you. It looks like we pulled it off.”

Artoo beeps his agreement.

[bertie-whump]

Whumpcember Day 2: Sickness

It was only a couple of hours since I’d drifted off into a fitful sleep that I was awake again, this time not because someone had woken me, but because my stomach was churning. I got out of bed, having to grab hold of the wall as all my blood rushed down towards my feet and set a wave of dizziness rushing over me. 

Somehow, though, I still managed to make it out of the bedroom and wobbled my way down the hall and into the bathroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and spat out the watery saliva that had filled my mouth. Then spat again. 

I wasn’t sick, though, not for a long while. I thought for a moment that the pine scented toilet cleaner might set me off, but it didn’t. And I waited…and waited. 

“There you are,” I heard from behind me. Rowan. “We heard movement from downstairs, so Jay sent me up to investigate.” 

“I’m fine,” I said, hoping he’d leave me alone before I ended up losing the meagre contents of my stomach. 

Rowan chucked. “Yeah, you look it.” He knelt down next to me and pressed his hand to my lower back, rubbing in firm circles. I spat into the toilet again and heaved, but nothing came up. “Just let it out, Rosie,” Rowan said softly.

I almost bit back that I didn’t need his permission, if it weren’t for the fact that I retched again, bringing up a mouthful of stomach acid that left fire in its wake. 

It felt like it lasted an eternity. Just when I would think there was nothing left, I’d heave again and more would come up. It carried on until tears streamed down my face and my stomach muscles ached. 

Finally, though, it came to an end, and I twisted around, slumping back against the bathroom wall, closing my eyes. I heard Rowan tear off some toilet paper from the roll and I held out my hand to take it from him, but he just used it to wipe the remaining sick from my mouth for me. 

“C’mon,” he said, after flushing the toilet. “Let’s get you back to bed and then I’ll bring you a drink.”

I nodded and let Rowan help me to my feet so we could hobble our way back to my room. 

@whumpcember

[written-by-jayy]

Whumpcember, day 2: Sickness-

From this prompt list

Chapter 1 pt. 1

CW: Fever, Illness,

Word count:

Characters: Rowan = Caretaker | He/They, Adam = Whumpee | He/Him

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Rowan sleepily lifted his head and rubbed his eyes with his right hand, his left arm still stuck between his roommate's body and his own.

By the looks of it, the romcom Adam had put on had ended quite some time ago. The sun was already rising through the window across the room. He grabbed his phone and looked at the time.

6:32 AM

What time had he fallen asleep? Adam had only been home no more than an hour... then it couldn't have been any later than 9:00 PM.

He glanced at Adam, still asleep on his shoulder, and frowned.

The calm, peaceful, trusting look that he had the night before, when had first fallen asleep was gone. Replaced by furrowed brows, a clenched jaw, and a single tear in the corner of his eye, waiting for its time to drip down his cheek.

Slowly and carefully, Rowan moved his left arm up and around to rest on Adam's far shoulder, and like this, Rowan held his friend close.

He wondered what was wrong...

Was it just a fever dream?

Was he in pain?

Rowan began gently rubbing Adam's arm, trying to wake but not startle him.

"addy?" his voice was barely audible. Definitely not loud enough to wake even the shallowest of sleepers, "hey, Adam," he tried again, only slightly louder.

This time, Adam jolted awake and pulled away from Rowan. He wiped the tear from his eye and sweat from his forehead.

"Sorry, Adam... you okay?"

Adam jumped slightly and blinked at Rowan, as if just realizing he was there, "oh," he cleared his throat, "yeah. 'm fine."

"Nightmare?"

"Uh, n-no. Why?" Adam sniffed.

"Oh. Did I wake you for no reason, then? I'm so sorry."

"Don' be, i's alrigh'," he sniffed again, "...do you know if we have any kleenex?" he glanced around the room.

"Yeah, in the linen closet. I'll grab some," Rowan stood and walked across the room, to the open closet. He must have forgotten to close it last night. He dug around on the top shelf, realizing how badly it needed to be cleaned out and organized- a job that could wait until another day- and grabbed the last box of tissues. He turned around and saw Adam stretching his arms out.

Rowan giggled at this, "I'm not gonna toss it to you. The last thing we need right now is you getting a corner in your eye."

Adam frowned and dropped his hands, sniffing again.

Rowan opened the box, handed him a tissue, and set the rest on the center table.

Adam blew his nose and got up, heading into the kitchen.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Rowan asked kindly.

"No, fanks. 'm alrigh'."

He sounded like if death had been warmed up in a microwave and then stuffed into a dryer just for the fun of it.

"Okay. Just let me know if that changes, alright? I don't have work until noon."

"Kay."

Adam disappeared into the kitchen. Rowan heard the clumsy opening and closing of cupboards. What in the world was that delusional, half-awake sickie doing?

He shook his head and went into the kitchen after him to see what was happening.

"I can' find the trash..." Adam admitted when Rowan rounded the corner, almost as if reading his mind.

Rowan pointed to the bin next the fridge. Right next to Adam. Right where it had always been.

"Oh. Oops. Sor-"

He was cut off by an awful coughing fit, dropping the tissue, which Rowan could now see had blood in it.

Rowan ran to his friend's side as he coughed and gagged and gasped for air. He sat Adam down, grabbed a glass from the clean dishwasher and filled it with water from the tap. He knelt down next to Adam, holding the water in one hand and brushing hair out of Adam's face with the other.

Adam reached for the glass with trembling hands and Rowan helped him lift it to his mouth. He took a sip and immediately choked on it. He couldn't breathe. He had stopped coughing, but only because he couldn't breathe. There was sweat dripping down his temples, tears in his eyes, and a look of desperation on his face.

"Shit! Adam, hey, hey... oh god," Rowan was panicking. He quickly set the cup off to the side and wrapped his arms gently around his friend, pulling him close and holding him.

Adam leaned into him and finally coughed up the water onto the floor, thankfully not getting any on Rowan or himself.

Now, he was left gasping for air and wheezing in Rowan's arms.

Rowan breathed a sigh of relief, "Christ, Adam... are you okay? You scared me there."

Adam nodded, "..s'rry," he muttered weakly into Rowan's shoulder.

"Adam, you have nothing to be sorry for, okay?"

He nodded again, now pulling away from Rowan's grasp.

And Rowan let him. He knew Adam didn't like physical touch, and he always did his best to respect Adam and his boundaries, despite Rowan's struggle with it. No matter how hard he tried, he'd occasionally forget, as physical touch was always something he had found comfort in. Though he never understood, and he didn't always remember, Rowan always did his best.

And Adam knew that. He couldn't deny the fact that he was slowly growing used to it and even warming up to the occasional, gentle touches. Only Rowan's touches though.

He still flinched away when anyone else even tried holding his hand or patting him on the back. But whether or not Rowan knew it, every day he was actively helping Adam get better and feel more normal and more human. And for that, Adam was endlessly thankful for. Even if he might never be able to express it.

Adam glanced at the cup of water, at the tissue, and then at Rowan. Rowan looked concerned. Adam hated that. Great. He was being a burden. He quickly looked away, grabbed the bloodied tissue, shakily stood up and stumbled toward the trash can.

Rowan stood up quickly and reached a hand out to try and help Adam, but he dodged the hand, flinched away. Rowan retracted it.

"Do you need help?"

"No," he dropped the tissue in the bin and as he turned back around, he gagged. In an instant, Adam was back over the trash, now heaving and coughing. He was shaking again and now leaning on the fridge.

Rowan was immediately by his side. He kept his hands to himself this time but was prepared to help if he needed to.

After a few moments, a mix of bile, blood, and even the soup from the previous night all came up, burning Adam's throat and pouring into the garbage.

Adam coughed a few times after it finally ended and dropped to his knees, shaking and now crying.

He couldn't be a burden, he couldn't be pathetic, he couldn't be weak and he couldn't be sick.

If he was any of those things, then he'd be abandoned again. Rowan would leave without a second thought. Adam would be alone and forgotten all over again. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't be a sick, pathetic burden.

And yet he was. He was all of those things. And for some reason, Rowan was still right by his side. Still pretending to care. But why?

Rowan picked up the water again and sat next to Adam, offering it to him.

Adam took it and drank it as slowly as he could, not wanting to choke again.

When he finished, he had gathered himself and looked at Rowan. They held eye contact for a moment, Rowan reached a hand out and Adam watched as Rowan slowly placed it on his shoulder. Adam looked back up and into Rowan's oak wood eyes. After another moment, Adam not only leaned into the touch but went farther by slumping into Rowan.

Rowan wrapped his arms around Adam and held him. They stayed like this for several minutes, until Adam finally caught his breath and his whole body relaxed into Rowan's.

"Are you okay?"

"..."

"Addy?"

"...I don't know," it was barely audible. But it was honest. More honest and more vulnerable than he had ever been with Rowan.

That was the last thing Adam was able to get out as his consciousness faded

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Authors note: I apologize if the pacing is off. I’ve had a busy weekend. Hence why I’m behind. Will probably edit this later. ALSO I NEED A NAME FOR THIS SERIES IF YOU HAVE IDEAS PLEASE LMK

Chapter 2

[serickswrites]

Winter Winds

Warnings: captivity, fever, hypothermia, hidden injury, blood, infection, sickness

Caretaker huddled close to Whumpee. It was so cold in the dungeon that they could barely feel their fingers. They huddled around what warmth they had and tried to share it with Whumpee.

Whumpee had been pretty quiet since Whumper threw them into Caretaker's cell. Caretaker was relieved that Whumpee appeared unharmed, though Whumpee's eyes were exceptionally bright and hollow. Whumpee barely spoke, no doubt overwhelmed from everything that Whumper had done to them.

"We'll be out of here, soon, Whumpee," Caretaker whispered as they both shivered, "and then we can go somewhere warm on vacation."

"A long vacation," Whumpee replied through their chattering teeth.

Caretaker smiled. "Yes, a very long vacation. Scoot closer, Whumpee, your shivering is getting worse." Caretaker wrapped their arm around Whumpee. Despite the frigid room, Whumpee radiated heat. Sweat beaded on their forehead.

"Thanks," Whumpee whispered as they leaned into Caretaker. "So cold."

Caretaker put a hand to the back of Whumpee's clammy forehead. "Whumpee, are you feeling ok? You're burning up!"

Whumpee stared at Caretaker with fever bright eyes. "I'm f-f-fine. D-D-Doesn't hurttt anymore," Whumpee slurred.

Caretaker's mouth went dry. "Where are you hurt, Whumpee?"

Whumpee's eyelids drooped. "Tired."

Caretaker tapped Whumpee's cheek. "Stay awake, Whumpee. Where did Whumper hurt you?" They began to feel along Whumpee's shirt, searching for any tearing to indicate there was a wound beneath.

Caretaker froze as they touched torn cloth on Whumpee's side. They carefully shifted Whumpee so they could see the wound. Blood crusted over a jagged cut on Whumpee's side. "Whumpee? Whumpee, how old is this?"

"N-N-Notttt cccccold n-n-now-ow-ow-ow," Whumpee whispered as they closed their eyes.

Caretaker leaned Whumpee against their shoulder while they tore at Whumpee's shirt. "Stay awake, Whumpee. Stay with me. Come on." Caretaker gasped as they exposed the clearly infected wound. "Whumpee, wake up. Whumpee!"

[zanazirafanfic]

Summary: "'Mierda…' Javier whispered behind his hand, sounding like he might be sick. Even Charles, who unquestionably possessed the strongest constitution of the four of them, couldn't quite manage to keep the look of horrified disgust off of his face, though he carefully schooled his expression back into a mask of calm by the time Sean removed his other boot and looked up at him.

'I, eh… warned ya it weren't a pretty sight, boys,' Sean said with a shaky laugh, as if that weren't the understatement of the goddamn century.

'Not a pretty sight? Sean, they… what the hell did they do to you?'"

Arthur, Charles, and Javier come to Sean's rescue outside Blackwater after his capture by bounty hunters. Unfortunately, he's a little worse for wear than they expected.

Whumpcember 2023 Day 13: "Restraints" + "Collapse"

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: Sean MacGuire & Arthur Morgan & Javier Escuella & Charles Smith Characters: Arthur Morgan, Sean MacGuire, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 3,110

@photo1030 @cassietrn @meeks-just-wants-to-scroll

[em-writes-stuff]

brainwashing

day nine of @whumpcember

492 words

warnings: n/a

~

While there’s the more well known type of brainwashing, there’s one I’d like to cover today. I was looking for anything to backup what I’d read from Queen Therama on her husband, but instead found a letter to the leader of the rebellion in Petyod from one of the king’s advisors. It’s extremely likely that I’ll have to hide this report, as the information inside is sensitive, but I’d like to record anyhow. 

The writing is scattered and written almost in code, so I’ll try to skip over the more useless stuff and get right to the message. If there are some phrases that don’t make sense, just know that it’s because I don’t have the energy to properly dig into the meanings of them. 

Let’s get started.

Yen, 

This finds you well, I prey. News of the rebellion is saddening, I hope not much was won in the last battle. The king says that he will squash you under the thumb, making sure to keep in power. 

But I found out a way to keep this from happening. I find a witch saying that he can keep the king’s mind clear of anything. He will wipe it clear of everything telling him to kill the spirit of the rebellion. 

All he needs for me to do is to get the blood of an elemental magician, the right small finger of a telepathic magician, seven strands of hair from an empathetic magician, and shavings of a twelve-toothed hippo horse’s hoof. Then he will combine them specially and give to me. 

I need to sprinkle a few drops on king’s scalp every night to make sure it works. Once the drops are on, I will tell king what I want him to forget, and once the bottle is gone it will be erased from his mind. 

Any idea of stopping us will be forgotten and he will have to turn to his trusted healer, who will tell him that maybe the rebellion isn’t so bad. Maybe he’s been doing wrong his entire reign and should step down. Maybe I will plant another idea in his head that he never wanted to be king. 

Until I see you next

~

Ohhh, yeah. This one is going to be hidden. Though the mixture is interesting…I’ve never heard of seven being prevalent in any memory tinctures. Though I’m not as brushed up as I’d like to be on spells or tinctures. 

Anyway. 

Not much follow up for this one. We all know that Petyod’s last king lost his mind, I’m guessing because someone who had no fucking clue what they were doing was messing with his mind. Maybe not though. 

The rebellion took over, captured the king and is now ruled by seven people, each having earned their place. 

The report will be locked in Ezran’s room, and the recording in “Petyod history-Pre rebellion-the final king-locked” where only the Librarian will be able to get to it.

[inthecornerstone]

whumpcember day 2: sickness

tainted love

darklina, 2,700 words, hurt/comfort, pre-relationship

Alina isn't feeling well. As soon as Aleksander finds out, he refuses to let anyone else take care of her.

[theflowercrownlady]

Whumpcember 2024 #2 - "This is your fault" [Encanto fanfic]

Day #2: “This is your fault”

Fandom: Encanto

Characters: Mirabel | Madrigal family

Warnings: Emotional trauma | Dysfunctional family

N/A: Alternate scenario. What if Antonio's door...? You know.

Whenever something went wrong, everyone where to turn their heads.

“Mirabel, was it you?”

“Of course it was Mirabel, who else?”

She was used to it.

Truth be told, Mirabel had an outstanding amount of patience. No amount of nasty comments made her change her docile, kind demeanor. Even with Isabela, she never said more than necessary. Everyone at the house knew that Mirabel could withstanding anything they threw her way.

Mirabel believed so, too.

Her resignation was so deeply set inside of her, she convinced herself it was nothing but resilience; a sincere wish for her family to be alright, and to make what was best for them.  

But one day, her beliefs were shaken to the core, when one of her worse nightmares came true… for the second time.

“Toñito…”

“No way…”

“The door…”

She felt sweat, cold and disgusting, running down her back, beneath the frills of her blouse. Her eyes found Antonio’s, his big green eyes full of the same shocked, numbing dread she felt.

She heard them talking, but she didn’t know what they said, over the ringing in her ears. She wanted to scream, to hide Antonio from prying eyes, to hide herself, to beat herself, to receive the humiliation instead of him.

The family moved away from the public. Mirabel walked, as if in a dream. Amongst the others, the whispers, the soft cries, Mirabel heard herself speak. 

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “Why… Why him?”

The silence that followed made her stop in her tracks. Mirabel felt a different kind of cold, colder than a November morning, colder than ice. Eyes turned to her, and she realized all of the sudden.

They were blaming her.

Her grandmother stepped forward, not willing to leave any doubt about it.

“This… this is your fault.” No one, not a single one of them, said anything different. Peppa turned her back towards her, but she could briefly see Felix, a guilty, almost disappointed look on his face before he turned around once more.

Truth struck her, a burning, seething pain in her heart, once she noticed they were shielding Antonio.

They were shielding Antonio from her.

“No one had their door disappear before. It was only until you came along, that casita started to act this way.”

Mirabel went entirely numb then. But there was an underlying feeling, burning beneath, bubbling up, like soup on a pot.

She turned her gaze to the floor, as she listened her grandmother prattle on.

Then she caught a glimpse of Antonio’s tear-stricken face, peeking from under her mother’s arm. She caught something else too, before Peppa turned him back around, away from view.

His small hand, reaching out to her.

Then it happened. An unknown, unexpected feeling, bubbling up further up the surface, and she was unable to stop it. She didn’t care to identify it; but something inside of her whispered it was rage.

“How can you say things like that?”

Her grandmother halted whatever she was saying, about honoring family, or what-not. “Beg your pardon?”

“I said,” Mirabel repeated, “How can you say so many awful things? To your own granddaughter? You think I wanted this to happen? That I had anything to do with it? I would have given anything, anything at all, so Antonio could have his door!”

She had raised her voice at some point, and could see the shock in her parents’ faces, the whole family. But her grandmother’s face was turning ashen and stony, eyeing her up and down, as if she had morphed into someone else.

“That’s cruel. That’s so cruel. You blame me of everything that’s out of your control, and now you’ll do the same to him!”

“Mirabel, that’s eno—”

“No! It’s not nearly enough. You’re always… always shoving me away, always keeping me in the dark, where I do not bother you, or the gifts all of you have!”

She staggered back, breathing shakily.

“Mirabel, love…” her mother started; but not even her could calm her down.

“No!” She turned around before she could regret it, eyes tight shut, overwhelmed with tears. “Not this time. It’s too much. It’s just too much.”

She ran. And even though she returned, and days went by, things were never quite the same after that. The cracks on the house spread, like a plague, until the place couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, no one had a door anymore. Mirabel felt a guilty, twisted sense of triumphant, watching as the rest of the Madrigal struggled to find a meaning, without their gifts. Which is why she couldn’t help the depressing, ominous thought, that perhaps her grandmother had been right all along. Perhaps it was her fault.

[angelic-writer]

Whumpcember Day 2 - Sickness

Cesar was curled up in a ball in his bed. His joints and muscles were aching like hell and his greasy hair, neglected from his lack of energy, stuck to his face. Balled up tissues scattered the bed and floor. Really? Him too? First Sean gets sick, now Cesar? Flu season must've came early.

"Cesar, honey, do you need anything?" His mother asked him.

Cesar buried his face in the pillow, staining the pillow case with snot.

She stroked his hair. "Alright, I'm gonna make you some tomato soup and grilled cheese. Sound good?"

"Mm."

Once his mom was out of the room, he reached over to the phone on his bedside and dialed a familiar number. After three rings, he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mark. Umm, sorry, I uh..." He cleared his throat to try and suppress the tickling.

"Are you okay? You don't sound too good."

"I've just been feeling a little under the weather lately. I'm sure it'll clear up soon." He was cut off by a sudden coughing fit.

"Shit, dude, don't talk. You should be resting. That sounds bad."

Cesar leaned back. "I know. I just wanted to check up on you. With everyone getting sick lately..."

"Dude, I know. I've been staying home. You should stay in your room until you feel better. You know about your mom's condition."

"Yeah... Don't want to get her sick... Don't worry. She's making me some tomato soup."

"Heh, your usual sick threat."

Cesar nodded.

"That's good. Hey, when you're feeling a bit better, do you want to play some of the games I bought? Or maybe swing by the local arcade?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

"Awesome. Well, you just focus on getting better. Try and get some extra sleep, okay?"

"Okay, see ya."

"Bye."

Cesar hung up and flopped his face down on the bed. In truth, he had been having trouble sleeping lately. Him getting sick didn't make things any easier. One night, he swore he saw something staring at him through the window. He pulled the covers over his face. Must've been something in my head.

[whumpcember]

Welcome to the 3rd annual Whumpcember!

Once again, it is just me running the event, so please be aware of any human error. I am grateful for all the participation with choosing the blog theme as well as picking this year's prompts! I hope everyone has a good Whumpcember, and now, here are the rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember24 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember24 day1

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Written Prompt list below:

Day 1: Broken Bones

Day 2: "This Is Your Fault"

Day 3: Begging

Day 4: "This Isn't My Blood"

Day 5: Concussion

Day 6: "Please Stop"

Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: "No. Not Like This"

Day 9: Shaking

Day 10: "Let Me Help You"

Day 11: Manipulation

Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go"

Day 13: Trauma

Day 14: "I Never Wanted This"

Day 15: Broken Glass

Day 16: Amnesia

Day 17: Greatest Fear

Day 18: Poisoned

Day 19: Panic Attack

Day 20: "Please Leave"

Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Hallucinations

Day 23: Overwhelmed

Day 24: Walking On Injuries

Day 25: Healed Wrong

Day 26: Falling

Day 27: Hypothermia

Day 28: Whipped

Day 29: Choked

Day 30: Saying Goodbye

Day 31: Hearing Voices

Alt. 1: Sore Throat

Alt. 2: Memory

Alt. 3: Fire

Alt. 4: Lies

Alt. 5: "You're Allowed To Fall Apart"

Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?"

Alt. 7: Motion Sickness

Alt. 8: Running Away

Alt. 9: Alternative Bandages

Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"

[katyawriteswhump]

sleigh bells ring, I'm not listening! (steddie holiday drabble/bingo/whumpcember)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 5 prompt, Winter Sports; my first @steddiebingo fill, ‘Dustin Henderson,’ and @whumpcember day 21 prompt, ‘bruises.’ (It was originally day 5 prompt, concussion, but I ended up sparing the boys that for once!)

WC: 977; Rating T; CW: None; Tags: established steddie, mild whump hurt/comfort, fluff.  Maths terms provided by my partner. I have no idea what they mean and have doubtless misused them.

Summary: Steve loves all sports. Apart from winter sports. So, when he’s literally dragged from bed to go sledding with Dustin and Eddie, he’s surprised when it turns out rather magical…

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“Remind me why I agreed to this?” Steve trailed a sled along the snowy track. He glared hotly at Dustin, then pleadingly at Eddie, who trudged on his other side. “It’s too cold for anything other than fucking… sleep.”

Eddie smirked. He didn’t look as miserable as Steve, which was annoying. Dustin, meanwhile, was having none of it:

“Dudes! This is your once-in-a-lifetime embarkation on a voyage of mathematical curiosity. Today, we’re exploring chaos theory! Mandelbrot bifurcations! Feigenbaum constants! You’re never gonna paddle those icy waters alone.”

“You wanna stick a pin in that balloon-head?” Steve asked Eddie, “or should I?” 

Eddie laughed then sneezed dramatically. Steve stopped dead. “You know what? I love sports. Apart from winter sports. Skiing. Luge. Skating. All that shit. Hate it.”

“You worship at the altar of ice-hockey,” pointed out Eddie. 

“Whose side are you on?” Steve nearly yelled: I’m not being dragged into this by a pair of sport-hating geeks! Instead, he mumbled, pathetically, “Wanna go home.”

By now, they’d reached Hawkins’ top sledding slope. A smattering of kids zoomed down the super-compacted ice. Eddie regarded the scene with a misty smile, which shocked Steve out of his grouchiness.

“I’m in, Henderson.” Eddie’s smile evolved into a full-on-adorable, dimpled grin. “I got great memories of this spot—me, mom, and a big-ass tea-tray. Who needs a goddamn sled?”

“We do.” Dustin whipped out a stopwatch. “We’ve a shitload of interesting variables at play here. Let’s go.”

‘Science’ commenced. Dustin sledded first, then Steve, who gritted his teeth and endured. Eddie went last, screaming his way down the slope… 

“…like a little girl,” said Dustin to Steve, super-earnest. “A little girl who’s in need of hugs, Steve.”

“Bullshit on so many levels.” Steve pointed to a nearby grade-school sledder. “She isn’t screaming. And my boyfriend’s scream is totally metal.”

“Okay. Just, y’know…” Dustin mumbled behind his hand, as Eddie approached with the sled. “He needs more hugs.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. Huh?

After several more runs, Dustin leafed through his notebook. “Interesting data. Now, both of you—on the sled.”

Steve planted frozen fists on his hips: “No way. Not big enough.”

“It’s fine,” said Eddie. “Totally bigger than mom’s tea-tray.”

Steve silently surrendered yet again. Eddie treasured memories of his mom, who passed when he was young. This clearly meant a lot to him, as well as Dustin, so Steve took pole position to steer—as much as anyone could with a dumb rope. Eddie perched behind, wrapping his arms around Steve, notching his chin on Steve’s shoulder. It was super-cosy, and… yeah, super-nice. They didn’t usually get this close in public, plus they’d avoided showing affection in front of their friends lately because—

“Ready?” yelled Dustin.

Steve’s nerves jangled. Eddie yelled: “Hell, yeah! Steddin’ with the Devil!”

“3, 2, 1, GO!”

Heel-power propelled them off. Wind whooshed through Steve’s hair, while Eddie unleashed his most deafeningly ‘metal’ scream yet. It was a bumpy ride, but mega-fun. Steve found himself grinning madly, though fearing for his hearing, and then:

“Shiiiiit!” He spotted the rock way too late. On impact, the world flipped, and he was thrown from the sled, landing heavily on his side. He suppressed a whimper, because something else mattered way more:

“Eddie?”

His heart lurched to his throat, pounding madly even after he spotted Eddie lying in the snow. Steve scrambled up, limped gingerly over: “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie finished his snow-angel and sat up, shaking his hair like a wet dog: “Mom said it ain’t sledding till you crash.”

 “All good, gentlemen?” panted Dustin, skidding to join them.

“Apparently.” Steve dumped his bruised butt down next to Eddie.

“Great,” said Dustin. “Why aren’t you hugging?”

 “Uuuuuuh, should we be?”

“Yes!” shouted Dustin, and it all blurted out. Apparently, ‘science’ had a secondary agenda.  “You used to be all lovey-dovey smoochy! Lately, you’ve hardly touched. I figured if I got you squished on a sled, adrenaline rushing, old magic might rekindle?”

Steve merely gawked at Dustin, whose recent weirdness began to make sense. Eddie, meanwhile, threw his arms around Steve’s neck and spoke between bursts of crazy laughter: 

“The issue here, Dustin Henderson, is lack of Party communication. We stopped touching, because Max said we made her wanna hurl. Mike complained it was creepy! We’re still in love! I mean, when you thumped on our door today, we were totally fu… cuddling.” 

“Oh,” said Dustin, visibly brightening. Eddie resumed cackling into Steve’s shoulder. Steve took his cue to fling both arms around Eddie and burrow close for warmth.

Once back home, they got dry and toasty, gently kissing each other’s more visible bruises. Eventually Eddie, stretched out on the bed, noticed Steve’s slight limp. “You got another bruise to show me, Baby?”

Steve tugged down his pants, revealing a mottled rainbow-spectrum of colors spreading up his thigh and ass-cheek to his hip. He coyly arched a brow. “Honest to God, today was a blast and totally worth it… but, yeah, that spot requires serious kissing better.”

“Looks too sore even for kisses.” Eddie flung open his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you dare be. It was my shitty steering.”

“C’mere. Right now.”

Steve obeyed, rolling back into the enthusiastic lovemaking that science and goddamn Henderson had interrupted. He bitched about his bruise, but only slightly—especially as Eddie lavished extra care on nearby areas, with lips and tongue, to distract him.

“Sledding again tomorrow?” suggested Eddie, much later, while they snuggled inside watching fresh snow falling.

“You are joking, right?”

“Don’t worry, Stevie. Your ass is safe… though maybe not from me.”

Eddie’s answer segued into a sweet, lingering kiss, which Steve returned enthusiastically. He’d learned important shit today about his two favorite people. Eddie loved sledding. And Dustin loved his friends loving each other. Steve still blindsided himself, breaking the kiss to whisper:

“Maybe more sledding next week?”

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[marvelstoriesepic]

Last updated: December 3

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Lots of love for my Bucky people! ♡

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My work can include heavy themes (such as sexual assault, abuse, panic attacks, death, toxic behavior, self-doubt etc). Each chapter and fic will have their own warnings, but if anything might trigger you, be cautious!

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WIP Game

♡ - personal fav

❁ - fic with 300+ notes

✯ - fic with 500+ notes

Series .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚⊹

Breaking Chains (ongoing)

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: Leaving behind an abusive and possessive boyfriend, and finding refuge in the hometown you once yearned to escape, certainly wasn’t a chapter you anticipated in your life’s story. Yet, eyes as blue as the sky at dusk, belonging to a mysterious biker drew you into a world of unexpected possibilities, where a job at his bar becomes more than just a means of survival - it’s a pathway to freedom and self-discovery. Though, breaking away from your past proves daunting when shackled by invisible chains.

Two-Parts .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ ⊹

1. Tangled ropes [8.2k] & 2. Beyond the Horizon

Sailor!Bucky x reader

Summary: A new sailor arrives at the docks amongst Captain Barton’s crew. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you, the way he carries himself, or perhaps it’s the way his eyes are the echo of the ocean in color and depth. But something about him makes you want to untangle the ropes that seem to choke his spirit.

1. The ropes that bind me [13.4k] & 2. Bridge to your world

Fisherman!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Being a creature of the sea, you are bound to a life beyond the surface, always in sight of the human realm, yet forever out of grasp. But after centuries of this finned existence it’s a fisherman coming to the docks day after day that compels you to bridge the gap between your worlds, despite the warnings about humanity being ingrained into your kind your whole life. Will you meet the same tragic end as several of your sisters before?

One-shots .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ ⊹

Listen to your gut [2.8k] ❁

Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Bucky is assigned on a Hydra mission. Letting him venture back in the lion’s den without backup sets a deep unsettling dread knotting your stomach. Drowning out logic and reason you beg him to stay.

Still on the list [14.1k] ✯

Frat!College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, the infamous frat guy, known for sleeping around and throwing parties left and right, constantly invites you, out of all people, to all of them. His intentions though remain a mystery to you. Following a troubling event that leaves you shaken and anxious, Bucky is there to pick up the pieces. Stolen glances and exchanged smiles gradually blossom into a connection that goes beyond what meets the eye.

Casual Sweetness [2.3k] ♡ ✯

Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: You seek out your roommate and best friend Bucky for comfort after a girls night out leaves you shaken up.

Two [6.2k] ♡

College!Athlete!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Your friends Wanda and Nat drag you to a corn maze event at night. After a rather unpleasant encounter with Bucky, Sam, and Steve, you want nothing but this night to end. Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to find the exit first.

Latte (He)art [7.8k]

Barista!Bucky x Coworker!College!Reader

Summary: Your sweet coworker at the café you work at part time is the only thing able to brighten your day. So it’s only practical that he always ends up in the same shift as you.

Ocean’s claim [5.9k]

Lifeguard!Bucky x Amateur!Surfer!Reader

Summary: Seeking a thrill, your friend Natasha convinces you to go surfing during stormy weather conditions - a bad idea as you come to experience.

Pirate Nights and Pumpkin Lights [1.7k]

Modern!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and you take Morgan, Billy, and Tommy trick-or-treating on Halloween.

Drabbles .𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚ ⊹

Paranoia [1.4k] ❁

Avenger!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky comes home to an unlocked door - his mind convinces him something horrible happened to you

Learn his way [1.5k] ❁

College!Bucky x College!Tutor!Reader

Summary: Bucky is more interested in learning about you than biology

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.”

- Edgar Allan Poe

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Whumpcember day 2

This is your fault

Content: Magical whump, emotional whump, ANIMAL DEATH, bad caretaker (kinda)

Part 2

- C-Caretaker ? I-I am sorry, you know I didn't mean to... I just...

Whumpee wrung his hands, his stupid, cursed hands. Tears were running down his cheeks, but he didn't try to wipe them, waiting for an answer. Caretaker didn't respond, focused on the body he was kneeling next to. His beloved dog, Buddy, was lying limp on the tiled floor, ugly hand-shaped burn marks on his neck and throat.

Whumpee took a step closer, stifling a sob as he reached out for the other man.

- P-Please caretaker, I'm so sorry, h-he took me by surprise a-and I...

- Don't touch me !

Caretaker stood up, glaring at whumpee with a mix of hatred and grief. He gestured toward the door, his other hand on the head of the dog's dead body.

- I don't want to see you again. After everything I did for you...

- Caretaker please ! I didn't... I never meant to harm Buddy!

But caretaker just grabbed his phone, his hands shaking as he typed a number.

- He's dead, and it's your fault. You did this. Now I'm calling the control agency, you better leave before they arrive here.

Whumpee opened his mouth to beg, but his friend's eyes were cold as he stared at him. It was clear that caretaker was not seeing him as his friend anymore, but just as a monster. Just like everyone else. He covered his mouth with a hand to stifle his cries, and stumbled out of caretaker's house. He had nowhere to go, but the street was better than to go back to the agency.

And... Anyway, caretaker was right. He didn't deserve his kindness. He was a monster.

[zanazirafanfic]

Summary: "Cold. He was so cold.

John pushed himself back as close to the cliff wall as he could, a futile attempt to stay out of the howling wind, but it did nothing to help him. The ice-covered stone behind and below him stole his warmth just as effectively as the air, if not more so. He couldn't exactly start looking around for better shelter now though, not as torn up as he was. He'd tried that earlier, and nearly ended up toppling straight off the side of the mountain when his unsteady legs gave out beneath him. So, here he stayed.

'Don't go to sleep, you son of a bitch...' he thought to himself, his lips too numb and his shivers too violent to even attempt saying it out loud. 'You'll never wake up again.'"

In which the plan to rescue John from the mountains of Ambarino takes a different turn, and not for the better.

Whumpcember 2023 Day 10: "Freezing"

Warnings: Major Character Death Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Relationships: None Characters: John Marston, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 925

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