#whumpcember2023

[whumpcember]

Welcome back to Whumpcember!

Or if you're new, welcome!

This is the second ever Whumpcember event and I am happy to be running it again! I am so thankful for all the support for last year's Whumpcember and for everyone who filled out the prompt list form! I hope everyone has a wonderful writing Whumpcember, and now, onto 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 #whumpcember2023 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2023 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask, but please read the FAQ first!

Written Prompt list below:

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Fever

Day 2: Sickness

Day 3: Hypothermia

Day 4: Hidden Injury

Day 5: Impaled

Day 6: Nightmares

Day 7: Fainting

Day 8: Isolation

Day 9: Brainwashing

Day 10: Freezing

Day 11: Infection

Day 12: Touch Starved

Day 13: Restraints

Day 14: Cornered

Day 15: Hallucinating

Day 16: Head Injury

Day 17: Fire

Day 18: Chronic Pain

Day 19: Exhaustion

Day 20: Drugged

Day 21: Choking

Day 22: Seizures

Day 23: Nosebleed

Day 24: Bullet

Day 25: Coma

Day 26: Collapse

Day 27: Bleeding Out

Day 28: Abandoned

Day 29: Paralyzed

Day 30: Delirium

Day 31: Homeless

-Alts-

Alt 1. Stabbed

Alt 2. Forced to Watch

Alt 3. Drowning

Alt 4. Ice

Alt 5. Sacrifice

Alt 6. Concussion

Alt 7. Hunger

Alt 8. Tears

Alt 9. Begging

Alt 10. Abused

[whumppppp]

Silent scream

[warmasf]

Not snz but just general whump

The idea of someone literally “waking up with a fever” is so sweet to me. Just imagine whumpee at their partners house, having a slight headache and a weird feeling in their throat, but thinking nothing of it, taking a nap with partner and blaming it on being tired. In a few hours, whumpee wakes up to partner placing a cold flannel to their forehead and whispering their name into their ear.

“Hey, you gotta wake up baby, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?” In a hushed voice.

Whumpee lets their eyes close as partner feels their cheeks and embrace them again. They feel terrible, but maybe waking up sick was the perfect catalyst for the love and care they so desperately desired.

[whump-imagines]

Pain

Buck x Eddie x reader

370 words

No warnings. Written for @whumpcember

She heard the front door unlock before Buck’s laugh as the door opened.

“Hey, we’re home!” Eddie announced.

She smiled. “In here.”

They walked into the living room to find her curled under a blanket on the couch. Buck leaned down to peck a quick kiss to her lips. Eddie ran a hand over her head, brushing a wayward lock of hair off her forehead.

“Bad day?” Buck asked.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed.

“Cramps? Headache?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Plus some nausea and dizziness.”

Eddie carefully sat down on the arm of the couch and Buck sat down on the coffee table. “How can we help?”

“Did you take your pain meds?” Buck asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I took them.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Eddie stood, already knowing what her answer would be.

“No. Too nauseous.”

He poured some chicken broth into a mug and placed it in the microwave to warm up. While he waited, he grabbed a small bowl and poured oyster crackers into it.

Buck pulled her cover down a bit. “Can you sit up for me?” He took her hand to help her shift. Once she was upright, he moved to sit next to her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She rested her head on Buck’s shoulder as Eddie returned.

Eddie handed her the mug and set the crackers on Buck’s thigh. “Try to eat a little bit for us and then we will go cuddle and watch a movie in bed. Sound good?”

“I'll try.”

Sandwiched between her boys, she slowly sipped the broth and nibbled at the crackers.

About forty five minutes later, she finally finished the chicken broth. She handed the mug back to Eddie.

“Did that help the nausea or dizziness?” Eddie asked.

“A little, yeah.” She dropped her head on Eddie's shoulder and Buck grabbed her hand. “Movie now?”

“Walk or ride?” Buck asked.

She laughed. “Ride, please.”

Buck stood. Then, he lifted her bridal-style and carried her toward the bedroom as Eddie trailed behind.

They settled into the bed with her cuddled between them and her favorite movie on. She fell asleep before it was half over. Buck and Eddie also dozed off soon after her.

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 8:

Prompt: "Isolation"

Arka Sokaklar 557. - 558. Bölüm

@whumpcember

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpcember Day 1: Fever - Moonlight 1x4 Fever

[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!"

[whumpookies]

Whumpcember 2023. Alt post: forced to watch. Bölüm 73-75

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpcember Day 21: Choking

TW: Choking, Bad Caretaker

@whumpcember

Whumpee flinched and whimpered in pain as Caretaker cleaned the fresh open wounds across their body. “Caretaker, I—” 

“No. I don’t want to hear it.” She frowned. She wiped the last wound and discarded the cotton ball in the small bin next to her. She grabbed a new cotton ball and put ointment over it as she shook her head. “I’m sick of hearing it.” 

“Caretaker, I swear—” 

“Just stop it Whumpee. Your lies and excuses aren’t doing anything.” She glared at them and began rubbing the ointment over their wounds.  “You’re hurting yourself and you’re trying to say Whumper is hurting you. And I know he’s not. When will you ever stop lying? Whumper would never hurt anyone.” 

“But—” 

“Enough.” Caretaker stopped applying the ointment and stood from her spot in front of the sofa. Seeing the pure fury in her eyes made Whumpee shrink back into the cushions of the seat. “Enough with the excuses Whumpee. No matter how much you try to twist it and say he’s hurting you, I’m not going to believe you. So stop lying and trying to make me stop being with Whumper because it’s not going to happen.” 

Tears filled Whumpee’s eyes as Caretaker picked up all of the medical supplies and the small bin. They watched nervously as she left the room, almost stomping. Caretaker had never been this angry with them before. She didn’t even bother leaving any bandages. What if she eventually kicked them out? Then what? What if they ended up dying at the hands of her beloved Whumper? Would she believe them then? Would she ever believe them? What if she started to hate Whumpee? 

“What a shame.” 

They raised their gaze and found Whumper leaning against the doorway. He seemed completely relaxed, his hands in his pockets and even a small smile on his face. 

“Seven months ago, I thought you and Caretaker were like this.” He crossed his middle finger over his pointer finger. “But now, you’ve completely lost her trust. You’re lying to her, you’re hurting yourself, you’re doing everything you can to get rid of me. And yet, you’re failing miserably.” 

“I’m not lying and we both know that.” Whumpee frowned. 

“You are lying. You know you are.” Whumper stepped forward. Whumpee began scooting backwards, hoping they’d go through the sofa so they could turn and run away. They quickly realized this wasn’t going to happen when Whumper crouched down in the same spot Caretaker had just been in. He lowered his voice, his eerie smile still present. “You know, Caretaker told me she felt like you didn’t want her to be happy. So you’re doing everything you can to get me out of the picture. And she’s seeing right through it.” 

Whumpee’s tears began to flow down their cheeks. Caretaker really felt like that? She felt like Whumpee didn’t want her to be happy? She genuinely believed that? How could Whumpee do such a thing? Wait…but it wasn’t their fault. They aren’t the ones inflicting the wounds onto themself. It was Whumper. 

Whumpee frowned in spite of their tears. “You’re lying! She didn’t say that!” 

“Am I? Would you like evidence for proof that I’m not?” Whumper reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through it for a moment before showing Whumpee a video. 

Caretaker and Whumper were in the kitchen. Their backs were turned to the camera as they stood at the marble island. 

“I just feel like…they don’t want me to be with you. Like they hate you. Or…they just don’t want me to be happy with you.” Caretaker’s voice cracked. “And they know how hard everything has been for me lately… It’s like they want me to revolve everything around them…” 

Whumper stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob into his chest. “It’s okay. They’re probably just jealous. But I understand, you feel like it’s hard to get away from the pain and they’re not making it any better. Healing takes a while, and they might not understand that, but I do. I’ll always be here when you need me.” 

“Thank you Whumper…” She sniffed. 

Whumpee sat frozen as many emotions filled their mind. Shock, guilt, sadness. How could they do such a thing? How could they make Caretaker feel like they didn’t want her to be happy? 

“That wasn’t even the full conversation.” 

“There’s more?!” Whumpee asked, horrified. 

“Of course there’s more. There’s always more.” Whumper smirked. “Not to mention, this was months ago.” 

“Months?!” 

“Months of you continuously making the one person you had left think you don’t want good things for them. I’ve warned you once Whumpee, don’t let me have to warn you again.” He leaned close to their ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. “You keep this up and I just might have you disappear one day. Even Caretaker won’t bother to look for you. I’ll make sure she’s angry with you so she’ll stop caring and eventually put you out. By that point, she won’t give you a second thought. And Caretaker will be mine and mine only.” 

Whumper took Whumpee’s hands and wrapped them around their throat, stopping any oxygen from flowing into their lungs. Whumpee began squirming to remove their hands. But with Whumper holding them down so tightly, they couldn’t move at all. They did everything they could to get even the slightest bit of oxygen but they couldn’t. They were uselessly gasping for air. The more they struggled, the weaker they felt. They began to see black spots at the edges of their vision as Whumper began whispering again. 

“Stay the hell out of my way.”

[maironsbigboobs]

@whumpcember day 12: touch-starved

Finrod languishes.

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Finrod remembered his mother’s touch. She used to braid his hair, her fingers calloused from ship’s ropes, but still gentle, tugging the knots from his curls. He pulled at the damp, blood-soaked strands of his hair - it is never dry in this cell, always damp and cold, save for when the presence of Gorthaur burned it away. He hoped it was not too harsh on Beren; he could hear his hacking cough from the other side of the pit. He remembered Beren’s touch, too, briefly as he had known it. It was strange to find himself longing for a near stranger’s touch, but now he would have given almost anything for it. He could not remember when he had felt another person close to him. Perhaps they had been down here for months - at first he had kept track by the growth of Beren’s beard, but then Gorthaur had separated them with a wall of shadow.  

He remembered his father’s touch. His hands had always been paint-stained and soft. There was no softness here. He pushed himself up onto his knees, the stone so hard beneath him. If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend the trickle of water down his back was the teasing touch of a lover. Oh, he remembered Amarië’s touch and missed it most of all. Her hands warm on his arm, on his thigh, in his hair. She had had such delicate fingers, nimble and clever, and they had always glittered with gems. He tried to picture them now, imagining them dancing over his chest, playing with his hair. The memory was as faint as a ghost. Finrod opened his eyes and peered into the dark. Home had never felt so far away.

[whumpcember]

Whumpcember is back!

Hello everyone and welcome to Whumpcember '23! Before December starts I'd like to ask everyone to fill out a prompt list form for what they'd like to see on this year's list! It will close November 12th and the prompt list will go out the next day!

Thank you!

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

With great effort, Taigen reaches for Mizu. His hand is bruised, bloody, and missing fingernails. His flesh and blood and sinew reach through time and space, across the bedroll and toward the person he once encouraged to jump off a cliff. Mizu cringes in his sleep. Taigen uses another burst of energy to slowly rub his thumb across the other man’s knuckles. “You’re safe.”

Whumpcember Day 6: Nightmares

[warmasf]

The thought of someone on a high dose of cold medicine, trying to get through the day at school. Watery, fever glazed, red tinted eyes, slipping shut at random and causing them to jump when they realize that they’re about to fall asleep at their desk. Smoothed pale skin with dark undeye circles- they don’t just look tired, they look downright half dead. Raspy coughs smothered into heavy sweatshirt sleeves, stuffy mouth breathing and watery sniffles rubbed into their sleeve cuffs. Dazed, daydreaming stares at the whiteboard as their groggy brain tries to make sense of the lesson. The faint scent of menthol and cherry following them around, cough drops clinking against teeth. Dry responses and a cracking voice letting everyone around them know rhat they’re not all there. A fever that won’t break, leaving them shivering through their classes. A cool, gentle hand laid on their forehead, then moved to their cheek. A soft voice pulling them out of their DayQuil-addled trance with a quiet, “hey, you’re warm..let’s get you home and in bed.”

[whump-imagines]

Missed Call

Kelly Severide x reader

745 words

Written for @whumpcember, no warnings.

She woke from a dead sleep to an obnoxious alarm. Blindly smacking the top of her night stand, she searched for her clock. After two hits, the sound droned on. She finally realized that was not her alarm clock.

That was the fire alarm.

Suddenly, she registered the smell of smoke in the air. She was out of bed seconds later. Grabbing her phone and robe, she opened her bedroom door and was greeted with even more smoke.

She was thankful she didn't see any flames. She moved to the apartment door and felt the door with the back of her hand. When it was cool to the touch, she yanked it open and looked out into the hallway.

There were huge flames engulfing the hallway between her doorway and the stairs. She was trapped.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried not to panic. She closed the door and went back toward her room, away from the smoke. SItting on the floor at the foot of the bed, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it with shaky fingers.

She pulled up Kelly’s contact and pressed the call button. As it rang, it occurred to her that she probably should have called 9-1-1 first. The call rolled over to his voicemail and she prayed that it was because he was on his way here. She hung up and called 9-1-1 then explained that there was a fire and the apartment number she was trapped in.

As she waited, more and more smoke crawled under the door. Her eyes burned and she started to cough harshly.

Just as she started to feel lightheaded and short of breath the bedroom door swung open. “Y/N!”

“K-Kelly,” she coughed again. “You're here.”

He knelt down beside her. “Of course I'm here. I gotcha. Can you walk?”

She nodded and allowed him to help pull her to her feet. She coughed yet again and swayed on her feet. “Whoa. Maybe not.”

Kelly picked her up easily. He quickly made his way out of the building with her and then set her on the stretcher. She grabbed Kelly’s hand and squeezed.

Sylvie placed an oxygen mask over her face as Violet pushed her towards the ambo. Kelly walked beside them as the loaded her up.

As Kelly started to climb into the back of the ambo, he looked back and spotted Boden. Boden only nodded his acknowledgment that Kelly was riding along to the hospital.

She maintained her death grip on Kelly’s hand all the way there and on the way into the ED. He tried to let go as they pushed her into the treatment room. “No. Stay with me. Please.” Her momentary panic sent her into a coughing fit.

He ran a hand over her head. “Okay, I'm right here. Just breathe.”

Crockett came in a moment later. “How’re we doing this evening?”

She rolled her eyes as he pulled out his stethoscope. “Peachy. Just peachy.”

“Can you try to take a deep breath for me?” Crockett asked.

She obliged, managing two before a cough.

Crockett turned to April. “Can you get a chest x-ray, CBC, and a carboxyhemoglobin. Then start a neb treatment with albuterol.” She nodded in acknowledgment. “Alright, guys,” he turned back to her and Kelly, “I'm going to run some tests and I'll be back shortly.”

“Thanks,” said Kelly.

Half an hour later, she had finished the breathing treatment and was starting to feel a bit better. Crockett came back and repeated his exam.

“Everything looks okay but we are going to keep you at least until tomorrow just to make sure. Sound like a plan?”

“I mean, I would rather sleep in my own bed,” she joked. “But I think I can survive one night.”

A short while later, they had her settled into her own room and Kelly had settled into the seat beside her bed. He pulled his phone out to check messages and let everyone know how she was doing.

“I missed a call from you.”

Glancing over at him, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. I might have called you before 9-1-1. I panicked and I just wanted you to come. I'm so glad you found me.”

“I will always find you.” He kissed her forehead. “I'm just glad you're okay. I swear I about had a heart attack when I heard that address over the intercom.”

“Let's never do this again.” She laughed.

“Deal.”

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 20:

Prompt: "Drugged"

Paramparça 68. Bölüm

@whumpcember

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpcember Day 24: Bullet - Mutant X 3x18 In Between