#whumperless whump event day 22

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Better out than in

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregiver: Hongjoong

Prompts: Vomiting / “I got your hair, it’s fine.”

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No one’s POV.:

Seonghwa always loved visiting new places and making memories with his friends, so he was ecstatic to learn that they’d get some time to explore the cities while on tour in America. The weather too seemed to be on their side, blessing their outings with sunshine. A little too sunny from time to time, maybe. With the comfortable air-conditioning in their hotel, it was hard to convince anyone to go out and explore but Hongjoong didn’t want to disappoint his hyung, who had been looking forward to spending his free time outside. Exploring was always more fun together and going alone could get overwhelming, so it was understandable that Seonghwa was so desperate to convince someone to accompany him. With a sigh, Hongjoong reapplied his sun protection before joining the eldest and humming: “Let’s go. Anywhere specific you wanted to see?”

The leader already regretted his decision a couple of blocks down, as he was drenched in sweat despite not having gone very far yet. Seonghwa was in high spirits though, only tugging on his shirt occasionally to get it unstuck from his sweaty skin. Long hair could really make one’s neck sweat, he discovered, running his fingers through his hair. This was the hottest he had been since growing out his hair and he couldn’t help but fantasize about a short hair cut, despite usually liking his longer hair. Hongjoong swiped his wrist across his forehead, brushing off droplets of sweat before fanning himself with his snapback. “That looks like a mini-market ahead”, the leader panted, “Let’s grab something to drink there. Pretty sure, I already lost all my fluids through my pores.”Seonghwa chuckled at that but no matter the whining, he was still glad that the younger had agreed to accompany him.

While Hongjoong bought a bottle of cold soda, Seonghwa decided to wait and only buy a drink once he felt thirsty. He didn’t want to carry a bottle around and he also didn’t want to force himself to finish it quickly, so he wouldn’t need to look for a restroom while they were out. “You sure you don’t want anything?”, Hongjoong asked after drinking a few sips, “The cold feels amazing.” – “I’m sure. Maybe we can get some ice cream somewhere. That would be the perfect refreshment for a hot summer’s day like this”, Seonghwa laughed, wiping the sweat off his neck. It still took a while of touring the crowded streets for the two of them to come across an ice cream truck. Having just finished the last sips of his soda, Hongjoong frowned: “I just had a fizzy drink. There’s no way I could eat right now.” – “More for me, I guess”, the older beamed, getting multiple scoops.

After accidentally dripping some melted ice cream onto his shirt, Seonghwa proposed taking a break and the two of them found a shaded bench in a small park, where they could sit and rest for a bit. They probably wouldn’t be out for very long anymore anyway because it was simply too hot but there were a few sights, the eldest still wanted to visit and who was Hongjoong to deny him? As they resumed their walk though, Seonghwa was slower than before. It took a while for the leader to notice because he himself felt his energy zapped by the unbearable heat but when his friend slowly developed a limp, he couldn’t help but get concerned.

“It’s probably just because I ate something cold but my stomach kinda hurts”, Seonghwa admitted quietly. As if to prove his point, the organ grumbled noisily, making him blush. Shooting the older a crooked smile, Hongjoong reminded: “You know, we can head back if you want to. Maybe you’ll feel better if you lay down for a while and we can see if we get a chance to come out here once it cooled down a little.” – “You just wanna go back to the hotel, don’t you?”, Seonghwa chuckled weakly but agreed, “Since the heat probably isn’t helping, I guess, we can go back now, though I don’t think we’ll have another opportunity.” He grew quiet after that and they slowly strolled in the direction of their hotel. Seonghwa’s stomach was definitely churning now and he winced as every step jostled it.

Despite the sun beating down on them, Seonghwa suddenly felt cold and goosebumps covered his arms. Hongjoong seemed none the wiser and was mostly glad that the older finally decided to head back. This was no weather the leader enjoyed being out in and he couldn’t wait to stretch out on his hotel bed and let the air-conditioning blast cold air down on his overheated body. Deep in his fantasy, Hongjoong startled when Seonghwa gripped his shoulder hard.

It had become increasingly difficult for Seonghwa to place one foot in front of the other. Partly due to the pain in his abdomen and partly because the heat seemed to affect his circulation and he found himself growing a little lightheaded. The pain slowly morphed into nausea and he broke into a cold sweat, hands trembling as he tried to keep himself upright. This wasn’t good. Their hotel was still a couple of blocks away and Seonghwa could only hope they’d make it back there before he collapsed, or even worse, ended up puking in public.

Seonghwa’s prayers went unanswered and he stumbled, catching himself on Hongjoong’s shoulder as his stomach lurched. Shocked, the leader spun around and rushed to grip Seonghwa’s arm, steadying the older while muttering a curse under his breath. Strands of Seonghwa’s long hair fell into his face as he doubled over retching and Hongjoong quickly gathered them in one hand. “I got your hair, it’s fine”, the leader hummed, using his free hand to pat the other’s back. Unsteady on his feet, Seonghwa only tightened his grip on his friend’s shoulder as another wave splattered onto the pavement, the tips of his ears burning with humiliation. When his stomach finally stopped throwing a fit and he managed to straighten up, he was pale as a sheet, except for his ears. Tugging the older away from the puddle, Hongjoong frowned: “What’s going on? I expected your stomach to hurt, yeah, but that’s a little worse than you mentioned.” – “Don’t feel so good anymore”, Seonghwa mumbled, rubbing his face. “I can see that”, Hongjoong nodded but couldn’t get anything else from the older.

Linking their arms, Hongjoong guided Seonghwa back to the hotel, their pace slow. The eldest still felt incredibly dizzy though he couldn’t tell if it was the heat or anything else. Hongjoong too was confused. Seonghwa wouldn’t have gone on their nerves begging to explore the city if he had already been feeling low earlier, so what could’ve happened in the short time span they had been out? “The more I think about it, the more I suspect it was the ice cream”, Seonghwa groaned, slipping a clammy hand under his shirt to palm at his bloated middle, “Felt fine before that but now…” He muffled a queasy burp against his fist, which left a sour taste on his tongue. “Better out than in then, I guess”, Hongjoong sighed. Trying to speed up, Seonghwa stumbled into Hongjoong and the leader frowned: “Are you going to be sick again?” He crossed his fingers that the answer would be no because the hotel wasn’t even in sight yet but he wasn’t so lucky, Seonghwa giving an urgent nod.

By some strike of luck, Hongjoong managed to pull the older between some trashcans at the back of a building before gathering the sweaty strands of his long hair at the back of his head. Swallowing back bile, Seonghwa braced both of his hands against the bricks to steady himself against the wave of dizziness that washed over him but could only fight hack the nausea for so long. With Hongjoong reassuring him that he was perfectly concealed where they stood and that his hair was out of the line of fire, the eldest took a shaky breath and gave up fighting. A harsh retch tore at Seonghwa’s throat and made him shudder. He couldn’t even see the puddle at his feet as sweat had run from his brow into his eyes, blurring his vision. Was it still so hot? He had no sense of temperature but the air was still humid and hard to breathe, making him lightheaded.

Seonghwa stumbled, knees almost buckling before Hongjoong caught him around the waist and steadied him. “Breathe”, the leader shushed, pulling the older back and guiding him a few steps away. Slumping against the wall, Seonghwa winced. The warm bricks against his back reminded him of his damp shirt, completely drenched with sweat. It was definitely hot. He could feel it now. Lifting the hem of his shirt, he wiped his face and sniffled: “Gosh, I really wanna take a shower.” – “We’re almost there”, Hongjoong comforted, rummaging through his bag, “You want some gum? It’s your call when you’re ready to continue.” Gulping miserably, Seonghwa accepted the gum and pushed away from the wall. He swayed for a moment but groaned: “Let’s go. I really want that shower and I’d prefer the privacy of a bathroom next time.” Though Hongjoong had expected it, hearing Seonghwa confirm that he probably wasn’t done throwing up for long did stress him out a bit.

The peace lasted long enough for them to reach the hotel though and Seonghwa even managed to take his shoes and shirt off before finding himself draped over the toilet, heaving uselessly. Hongjoong had quickly pinned his hair back with cute, little clips and out of his face before running a towel under cold water and draping it across the back of his neck. “Let me get you some water and a fresh change of clothes”, the leader whispered, patting his hyung’s bare back before getting up. He hurried and also adjusted the air-conditioning. The water bottle he pulled from the mini fridge had condensation on it when he placed it onto the sink. Panting, Seonghwa pulled the wet towel off his neck and wiped his face on it. Only when he lowered it again did Hongjoong see the tears in his eyes. Gently removing the hairclips, the leader ran his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair and whispered: “You’ll be okay. Do you wanna take that shower now? Might help you feel a little better. If you’re not too dizzy, that is?”

Seonghwa decided to take a quick shower, though he opted for sitting down and he took Hongjoong up on his offer to wash his hair because his stomach cramped painfully when he tried to lift his arms above his head. Still, it took a lot out of him to wash up, especially after he spent another five minutes dry heaving over the drain. It was absolutely worth it though. Being clean made him feel more like himself, allowing him to relax after stretching out on the bed. Hongjoong set the trashcan next to the bed and draped a cold towel across Seonghwa’s forehead, humming: “Should I set the temperature a little warmer? You still got goosebumps.” – “Nah, it feels nice”, the eldest breathed, keeping his eyes shut, “Thanks Joong. And thanks for going out with me in the first place.” – “You’re welcome. Get some rest now”, the leader smiled, “I’ll be here.”

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whumperless whump event day 22: better out than in @whumperless-whump-event

vomiting / “i got your hair, it's fine.” (that dialogue is shown thru action i still wanted to include it)

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Archie

whumpee: Simon

cw: vomit (not super graphic but. yknow. its there. its the prompt.) AND slightly graphic descriptions of blood and broken bones (unrelated to the vomit)

for those who want to skip the actual vomiting, it starts at the line "Simon are you sure you're--" and ends at the line "I know, I know.."

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Simon was trying, in vain, to nap when a knock on his window startled him awake.

There was really only one person that was so polite as to knock before breaking in. He sprang to his feet.

Well, not really sprang. More like.. slowly dragged himself to his feet so as to not jostle himself more than he needed to. His stomach felt… off.

Well, he sort of felt off in general.

He wasn’t sick though. Nope. No way. Archie was the one with the constitution of an old man, not Simon. Simon got his flu shot every year and drank tons of water and washed his hands nearly every hour. There was no chance he was sick. Not in a million years.

So he dragged his perfectly healthy body out of bed and shuffled to the window to see what mess he was going to have to clean up this time.

Archie waved to Simon through the window as he approached, so at least it didn’t seem to be a life-threatening injury right off the bat. Still, there was blood staining his teeth, slowly streaming from his nose and down to his chin. 

The sight of it made Simon’s stomach lurch. It wasn’t the sight that bothered him, he was used to that, but the thought of having to taste all that blood. He wondered if Archie’s tastebuds were also enhanced like the rest of his senses. He hoped not.

He hooked his fingers under the window and pulled it up, allowing Archie to stumble in. 

“Long time no see. Can't tell if thats a good or bad thing,” Simon quipped, catching Archie by the arm before he could faceplant on the cool tile.

“Awww somebody missed me~” Archie chirped, voice audibly a bit more nasal than usual. He straightened and allowed himself to be led to sit at the kitchen table.

Simon playfully rolled his eyes, though the action made him decidedly more nauseous and he stopped. He swallowed. 

“Yeah, sure. Just tell me what I’m working with here,” He motioned in Archie's general direction.

“Nothing too bad! I think I broke my nose, maybe a rib, and definitely sprained my ankle,” He listed. They had done this dance countless of times, and considering the states Archie had come to Simon in in the past, this really wasn’t too bad.

Simon pulled on his gloves. “Alright, let me take a look.”

Simon gently tilted Archie's head back. A lot of blood had already dried on his lips and chin, but there was still a decently steady stream of fresh blood dripping out. Again, the sight of it wasn’t what bothered Simon, but this time it was the smell.

It was metallic and overpowering and it was right in front of Simon's face. It was far from the worst thing he had smelled by a long shot, but it was enough to bring his queasiness up a few notches. He turned away, giving himself a few seconds to regain his composure.

Still, he knew he wasn’t sick. He must have eaten something weird or maybe he hadn't eaten enough. Sure, he had been feeling sort of run down and chilled all day, but that could be chalked up to stress, not illness. That much he was sure of.

He steeled himself and applied gentle pressure to the bleeding appendage. 

“It’s not broken,” He said, handing Archie some napkins to plug the flow of blood. He got up to change his gloves, silently grateful to be away from the coppery smell for a moment. “You just gave yourself a nasty nosebleed.”

“Oh sweet! I was honestly a little scared that I had--” Archie paused. “Simon? You okay? You look a little.. pale.”

“I’m fine. Just tired. Let’s check your ribs.” Simon said quickly, swallowing convulsively and standing. “Lay on the table.”

Archie lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing. He winced as he got up and sat on the wooden table, hissing as he lowered himself down.

Simon began palpating his side, applying gentle pressure. Simon’s fingers caught the lower left rib and it shifted with a grotesque scraping sensation, earning a yelp from Archie. Simon blanched.

“Yeah, definitely seems uh..” He swallowed again. “It’s a light fracture. Just ice it.”

Simon shut his eyes. Again, usually none of this stuff bothered him, but the feeling of Archie’s bones grinding against eachother beneath his finger was a sensation he felt in his teeth, and, consequently, his stomach. 

Evidently, his body had enough.

“Simon, are you sure you're--”

Archie was cut off by Simon suddenly sitting as straight as a rod, lips clamped together, sweat beading on his brow. There was a beat of silence in which Simon ran through every possible way to avoid what he knew was about to happen, but it was too late. Archie opened his mouth to speak again, but didn't get a chance before Simon bolted to the bathroom.

He unceremoniously crashed to his knees in front of the toilet just as he began to retch.

“Shit!” Archie staggered up from the table, limping as fast as he could to the hallway. Stupid ankle!

As he rounded the corner, he let out a sympathetic gasp at what he saw. Courtesy of Simon forgetting to close the door behind him, he was able to see him clinging weakly to the rim of the toilet, panting in between bouts of nausea. Sweat was dripping down his brow, and Archie could finally see how green around the gills he really was.

“Oh Simon..” He cooed, hobbling over to kneel next to him. He placed a hand between Simon’s shoulder blades and rubbed gently up and down. “ It’s okay.. Just get it out..”

Simon’s body tensed as he shoved his head back down into the bowl and gagged unproductively. He was silently grateful for Archie rubbing his back, as it gave him a sensation to focus on other than his stomach trying to turn itself inside out. He let out a low whine.

“I know, I know..” Archie used his free hand to simultaneously push Simon’s hair back from his forehead and check for a fever. He frowned. “You’re burning. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

Simon screwed his eyes shut as he finally pulled away from the toilet bowl, collapsing into the wall. “Not.. sick..”

“... Come again?”

“Don’t.. don’t need.. m'not sick..” He breathed, but it came out as more of a whine, and Archie couldn’t help but snort.

“I need get that on video. I’ll play it anytime you tell me I’m being ridiculous,” He laughed, gently running a hand through Simon’s sweaty locks. He ignored Simon's absurd denial. “Let’s get you in bed.. you think you’re done?” 

Simon kept his eyes shut as he nodded, knowing that if he looked at his mess, it'd just start up again. Archie leaned over to flush the toilet for him and took a bit of toilet paper to clean his chin. The act was so small and so tender that Simon found his eyes welling up with tears. He blamed the fever.

It took some maneuvering, considering both of their states, but Archie eventually got Simon into bed, and tucked in, once he saw begin to shiver. He placed a small trashcan beside the bed, just in case.

“You should.. should get in bed..” Simon murmured weakly. “Rest your ankle..”

Archie giggled. “You’re just saying that because you want a warm body to latch onto.”

Simon hummed noncommittally.

Still, Archie wasted no time changing out of his Vigil jumpsuit and into some of Simon’s clothes before cleaning his face of blood and slipping beneath the covers, next to Simon.

As predicted, Simon sidled right up to Archie and buried his face in his neck, inhaling the familar scent.

Archie smiled. Though it rarely happened, without fail, Simon became a complete cuddlebug when he was sick, and Archie was absolutely soaking it in.

He drew Simon close to his chest, and ran a hand through his hair. He used his other hand to rub wide circles across Simon’s warm back, and it wasn’t long before Simon visibly relaxed under his touch. 

Simon wasn’t used to being in this role, but was hardly complaining. It felt kind of nice to be doted on. He lazily threw an arm across Archie’s chest and pressed himself closer.

"Maybe.. I'm a little sick.." He slurred, already halfway to dream land.

Archie's chest vibrated with a soft laugh as he carded a hand through the dark locks rhythmically.

The two drifted off, tangled in eachothers arms, with the silent promise to deal with their respective ailments in the morning. For now, they slept.

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[shyday-ao3]

Last time I uploaded anything, Trump got shot. Let's see what happens this time. A last minute entry for the @whumperless-whump-event, combining days 10 (Forced to work while ill) and 22 (Vomiting). Doctor Strange.

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Whumperless Whump Event: Day 22 Prompt- Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.” @seth-whumps

Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: River Song | Melody Pond

[Warning: References to child abuse and endangerment, vomiting, references to intentional harm to a child, references to intentional food poisoning of a child]

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Melody leaned over the toilet, her body hurt. Everything hurt and the didn't care! They did this to her and it hurts ("When you kill the Doctor we won't have to do this to you anymore, do you understand Melody?"). They did this! Madame Kovarian did this to her, she's the reason Melody is bent over the toilet.

She's the one who poisoned Melody's food to 'build up her tolerance'. She's the one who hit Melody for not doing as she commanded. She's the one who made Melody watch as people were killed and hurt for her mistakes.

"Ugh!" more food came up and out, tears were pouring from her eyes and it hurt!

It hurt and she couldn't do anything! She wants her parents! She wants the Doctor to come and steal her away so that no one can ever hurt her again!

Melody doesn't want to be bent over a toilet as her food comes up and out because Madame Kovarian decided that this would be a good motivator. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!

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Whumptober/Whumperless Whump Event (WWE) - #12

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They didn’t even know the tripwire was there until they felt small pricks on their legs.

“What the-” Kanan said, but almost instantly his and Hera’s legs gave out and they both crashed to the forest floor. His vision started to swim and his head felt like it was full of cotton.

Hera was faring slightly better and was able to collect herself enough to look down at her legs and pick out the darts they’d been shot with. She tried to get up, but she couldn’t feel her legs.

“Kanan,” she said, but she could tell just by looking at him that he couldn’t hear her. His mouth was agape, his eyes were swimming, and his head was lolling from side to side. Whatever was on those darts was affecting him much more than it was her.

With difficulty, Hera rolled herself so she could reach Kanan’s legs and pull out his darts, too. And just as she was trying to figure out what to do, trying to fight back the darkness creeping at the corners of her vision, she heard a loud crashing in the undergrowth. 

It was getting closer and closer, but Hera couldn’t keep her eyes open long enough to see who, or what, was coming.

The last thing she heard before consciousness left her was the crashing coming to a stop right beside them and a gravelly voice murmur, “Oops…”

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Hera came-to looking up at a tarp stretched above her and hearing someone retching nearby. She turned her head and immediately wished she hadn’t. A shooting pain ripped through her head.

“Easy there,” a voice said. That same gravelly voice she’d heard before. 

Blinking away the stars dancing in her vision, she saw a large man kneeling on the ground just past her feet (which still felt a little numb). A little ways beyond him was Kanan, sitting up with his head hanging over a bucket.

“You’ll both be okay, but you’ll need to rest as the poison leaves your system,” he continued.

“Poison?” Hera asked.

“Yeah.” The big man had a sheepish look on his face and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “You accidentally stumbled into a hunting trap of mine. I use darts coated with the venom of a particular snake to take down prey. It’s only meant to paralyze them so it’s easier to kill them quickly and painlessly. It doesn’t cause any lasting harm.”

“Then why is Kanan puking his guts out over there?”

“Oh, your friend? He must have had an allergic reaction to it. I’ve seen it before. He’ll be fine by tomorrow, and your legs should start feeling better in a few hours. Don’t worry. I can look after you both.”

“And who are you exactly?” Hera asked.

“You can call me Zeb.”

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New chapter! I've got you

Remus is having a flare and unexpected complications.

Day 22: Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.” @whumperless-whump-event

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Title: Glad To Help

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Marlon/Marnie

Rating: (General/Teen/Mature/Explicit): General

Word Count: 152

Includes: Vomit [ EMETOPHOBIA WARNING ]

Summary: When Marnie gets sick, Marlon takes care of the animals for her.

Created for @whumperless-whump-event Day 22 "Vomiting"

Ao3 Under The Cut!

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Whumperless Whump Event Day 22

BETTER OUT THAN IN: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

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Whumperless Whump Event Day 22

Prompts for today: Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Prompt/s used: Nervous Stomach / I got your hair, it's fine.

Content Warnings: Nausea, stage fright

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"I got your hair, it's fine."

I took a deep breath as I stared at my friend who seemed rather agitated at my helpless state. My hands were held by them to give me a semblance of warmth.

"No. It's okay. I'm not going to throw up. I'm just nervous." I fought my finger's urge to twitch as I brought a hand to my lips.

"You really don't look fine."

"Maybe it's because I haven't ate yet. What time is it?"

"When did you last eat?!"

"You think I would remember when I'm too occupied catastrophizing about my possible mess ups?"

They shoved a small piece of candy and water into my hands. "Eat it now or else. I'm not dealing with you throwing up or passing out. Because that makes it worse."

"I literally can't-"

"You're going to eat and that's final."

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Whumperless Whump Event: Better out than in: Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Free Birds and Fiddlers

cw: alcohol use/hangover, vomiting

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As Kevin slowly came to his senses, the first was taste, and it was not pleasant. Like stale spit and drink aired out into paste overnight.

The second sense was hearing, which he noticed as he rolled over to his back with a groan, that people were talking not too far away. The world swam as he rolled, and instantly regretted it, but decided against rolling back to his side in favor of keeping still and hoping it passes.

The voices eventually came closer.

"Yo, look who's finally awake, right in time for the dawn watch too."

There was far too much sunlight behind his eyelids and the elbow over them for that statement to be true.

"Mmh. Wha' time's it actually?"

"I dunno, like 9am? We have breakfast cooking."

Kevin could tell now that he was on a couch, though an unfamiliar one, and Zander must be leaning over the back of it as he spoke. Kevin grunted an acknowledgment.

"You wanna try sitting up or are ya' good where you are?"

Kevin took a breath, which did little to settle the bile spinning in his stomach. "I think. If I move at all from this spot within the next 2 days I'm going to hurl."

"Hmf. Well there's a bucket in reach."

"Grand."

"Do you want some water?"

Kevin lowered his arm from his eyes, hoping to let them adjust slowly, though that sent a new wave of nausea through him. "S'probab'y a good idea."

When Zander returned with the cup of water, and a mug of tea for good measure, he set them on the coffee table and helped Kevin slowly to a sitting position.

He felt spit pool in this mouth, and a pressure in his head at the motion. He took note of the aforementioned bucket, knowing as important it was to start putting food and water down, the first few probably weren't going to stay down. He reached for the tea.

His fingers still felt numb and clumsy but he managed to bring the mug to his lips, just before the third person in the house rounded the corner into his line of vision.

As soon as the tea touched his lips, his body immediately rejected the mere idea of a possibility of more liquor, and promptly forced him over the bucket, mug guided safely back to the table by Zander and largely unspilt.

"Damn," Zander said to the newcomer. "I didn't realize he would be so disgusted by your face. Or perhaps the tea. He does have very high standards on both accounts."

"Heh, we've all been there. Here's some toast, eggs, and sausage. There's more still in the pan that might still be warm when you can keep it down."

Kevin was too distracted by the acid in his throat and nose, and tears streaming down his face to notice at first who was talking.

It was a scout.

Which meant this wasn't a safe-house.

Which meant he was physically and mentally compromised in a scout's house with his gear suddenly not attached to his body.

He almost hurled again at the flurry of movements to check himself and his immediate surroundings before being steadied by Zander's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you're fine. I made sure protocol is followed. Your gear is bundled under the couch. It's just the three of us in the house, no one's touched it who's not allowed to."

"Ah. Ok then. Sorry."

"What, like you've never played guardian for me?"

Kevin was sick again.

"Besides, aren't you Irishmen supposed to hold your liquor better than this?"

Kevin spit out a yellow glob of spit. "Feck off. Its not even like I learned to drink there." I wasn't even 18 yet when I was shipped away, he wanted to add but couldn't with the scout still in earshot.

Instead he sipped the water slowly and nibbled at the eggs, hoping the tea wouldn't cool too quickly.

Eventually the scout went back to the kitchen, likely to eat without the smell of sick ruining his appetite, with a few hospitable words about them staying however long they need. Zander stayed in the room, though a noticeable distance away to eat his own plate.

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Prompts are out!

plain text and "rules" under the cut

path of hurt:

day 1: gaslighting/hypnosis/brainwashing

day 4: amputation/degloving/vivisection

day 7: waterboarding/drowning/choking

day 10: execution/fake execution/begging for mercy

day 13: drugging/poisoning/cannibalism

day 16: humiliation/dehumanisation/conditioning

day 19: collared/branded/chipped

day 22: captivity/recapture/tearful goodbye

day 25: intimate whumper/sadistic whumper/reluctant whumper

day 28: mind control/body control/betrayal

bonus prompts: forced to watch/whipping/stalked

path of comfort:

day 2: platonic bathing/hair care/make-up

day 5: drunk caretaking/concussed caretaking/feverish caretaking

day 8: reunion/found family/friends

day 11: escape/breaking the conditioning/safe and sound

day 14: toys/gifts/celebration

day 17: forgiveness/grace/resolving a misunderstanding

day 20: homemade meal/quenched thirst/favourite treat

day 23: massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

day 26: nightmare/warm blanket/snuggling

day 29: singing/first words/inside jokes

bonus prompts: tending to nonhuman whumpee's nonhuman parts/protective caretaker/whumpee wearing caretaker's clothes

secret third path — whumperless whump:

day 3: thunderstorm/blizzard/heat wave

day 6: car accident/plane crash/ship wreck

day 9: hypothermia/overheating/dehydration

day 12: lost/trapped/avalanche

day 15: food poisoning/starvation/throwing up

day 18: apocalypse/infection/self administered medicine

day 21: delirium/vertigo/hallucinations

day 24: animal attack/bear trap/land mine

day 27: migraines/chronic pain/phantom pains

day 30: self-harm/addiction/overdose

bonus prompts: flashbacks/relapse/medical complications

day 31 — bonus day :) write whatever you feel like writing today or have a nice day of rest

AuguSnippets is an event that encourages the short and sweet of the whump genre. Ideally, your drabbles would be under 500 or even under 100 words, maybe even just a dialogue prompt. This, however, does not mean I won't reblog longer prompt fills! Don't stress too much on that limit. I just think it's sometimes nice to challenge yourself to write shorter drabbles, and it can also work as a very good exercise to write daily or semi-daily, and it doesn't need a lot of prep.

As for tagging your work, please use the appropriate trigger warnings. This is so everyone can stay safe and avoid potentially triggering topics while participating. Also, if your work is nsfw, please don't forget to tag it as mature content! If your work is not tagged properly, I won't be able to reblog it! Thank you!

Our special tag will be "#augusnippets day [x]". On the first day that would be "#augusnippets day 1". This is so I and others can find your work easier! You can also tag the blog, that's an even more surefire way to get me to notice your prompt fill :)

Is this a writing only event?

Yeah, this one is exclusively writing focused.

Do I have to use the special tag or tag this blog?

Not if you don't want to get featured on this blog :) It's just so I can find your work easier and reblog it here! If that's not something you're interested in, just scribble away without it.

Is the "under 500" a hard limit for the word count?

No, but I encourage everyone to try and keep to it in the spirit of this event.

Can I submit nsfw works?

Yes! Just please tag it properly :)

Can I mix and match the prompts from different paths?

Yes! Have fun!

What do I need to do to get the completionist badge?

Either you need to complete one whole path, or complete 10 prompt fills altogether while mixing and matching. Those who complete all 30 days (and maybe even the bonus day) will get something extra special!

Can I write fandom related things?

Yes! This event is both for original characters and fandom related writing.

Will there be an AO3 collection?

Yes! Here

[kaciart]

Day 22 Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

@whumperless-whump-event

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Patreon | Ko-Fi

[waywardwizzard]

☆Writing Masterlist☆

Hi everyone! My blog's tag search thingy hates me and someone asked me if I'd put my writing in one place so I decided to create a Masterlist

Most of these are Firefly fics (as y'all know) but I'll add my original stuff under OG if y'all are ever interested in reading them

(Also, I finally learned how to make hyperlinks, yay!)

Writing Masterlist Part 2 (because I've apparently written too much)

Firefly fic requests are [open]

Now, onward with the links ->

Yeehawgust 2024 ->

Day 1

Whumperless whump event

[See Writing Masterlist part 2]

June of Doom 2024

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15 | Day 16 | Day 17 | Day 18 | Day 19 | Day 20 | Day 21 | Day 22 | Day 23 | Day 24 | Day 25 | Day 26 | Day 27 | Day 28 | Day 29 | Day 30

Whumpril 2024

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4

Febuwhump 2024

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15 | Day 16 | Day 17 | Day 18 | Day 19 | Day 20 | Day 21 | Day 22 | Day 23 | Day 24 | Day 25 | Day 26 | Day 27 | Day 28 | Day 29

Yeehawgust 2023 (I'll add these slowly but surely because I have to manually scroll back to last year August-)

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15 | Day 16 | Day 17 | Day 18 | Day 19 | Day 20 | Day 21 | Day 22 | Day 23 | Day 24 | Day 25 | Day 26 | Day 27 | Day 28 | Day 29 | Day 30 | Day 31

Misc fics

Luck (Halloween 2023) (with added Discworld sprinkles!)

What we lost (Christmas 2023)

Fic requests

Ties that bind | Slice of life

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 3: like a record, baby! @whumperless-whump-event

vertigo / struggling to stand / vomiting (from day 22)

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Simon

whumpee: Archie

another fic written for earlier in their relationship because simon is much more snarky than he is now

also cw: vomit but its not graphic

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The first thing Archie noticed as he started to come to was the strange tingling sensation that spread throughout his body.

It was.. nauseating. He’d had his fair share of head injuries to know that this was already turning out to be a nasty one. He debated on calling Simon but.. well, it didn't seem that bad. He could handle it himself.

Probably.

He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, but what he did remember was seeing a building rushing toward him as a stiff hand shoved him toward it and feeling it connect before it was lights out.

That damn mugger was stronger than Archie has bargained for.

And now, he was nowhere to be seen. Considering the time of night, Archie would be surprised if he saw anyone. He let out a breathy groan as he pushed himself up on his forearms from where he was lying prone.

His head throbbed. He felt the blood whooshing in his ears as he forced himself up to his knees. The world tilted on its axis and he found himself listing to the side before catching himself with an uncoordinated palm to the ground.

Okay Archie, focus. Just.. get up. It's not that hard.

Archie unceremoniously lifted himself from the ground, planting his feet below his aching body. God, everything hurt. Immediately, all of his surroundings appeared to be sliding and falling around him. The nausea increased ten-fold, and before he knew it he was crashing down to his knees again with an unproductive heave.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he quietly vomited whatever he had eaten for lunch earlier in the day. He sat there, for a moment, panting over his own mess as he worked up the will to try and stand again.

Alright, you can do it this time. Just one foot in front of the other. C'mon Archie.

He braced his hand on the concrete again, stabilizing himself just enough to arduously drag himself up to his feet.

Again, the world canted dangerously to the side, but Archie was determined. He wasn’t even thinking about what he was going to do, but he knew if he wanted to get home and into bed, the first step was at least standing.

He took an experimental step.

Then another.

Then his foot caught on a groove in the sidewalk and suddenly everything was horizontal and he was falling listlessly.

He landed hard on his shoulder, barely managing to avoid banging his head on the concrete a second time. He let out a pathetic whine as he curled in on himself. God, he felt awful, What he would give to be safe in his apartment, watching TV with Simon or even doing homework. He’d rather be doing homework than deal with this.

The thought was so ridiculous that he couldn’t help the watery laugh that escaped him, but it quickly morphed into a soft sob. He just wanted this to be over.

He vaguely heard soft footsteps behind him.

“Why you refuse to call me for head injuries, I’ll never know,” An unamused voice sighed.

Simon.

Archie felt his heart skip a beat. It took everything he had in him, but he managed to roll over to see Simon, his savior, kneeling beside him.

“How.. find me..?” Archie whimpered, shutting his eyes at the dizzying sight of Simon swirling around in his line of vision.

“I have your location, remember? I swear we’ve had this conversation at least a dozen times..” Simon muttered, but the annoyance in his voice was feigned. “I’ll let it go though. You're clearly not doing too well.”

Simon softly smoothed Archie’s bloodied blonde locks back, partially to comfort him and partially to check for any head wounds. Then, his hands shifted to Archie’s eyes as he very gently lifted his eyelids. Archie mewled and pulled away.

“Sorry.. just checking your pupils.. you’re definitely concussed..” He whispered, now making his voice perceptibly quieter. “Let’s get you out of here.. just try not to vomit in my car, yeah?” He glanced at the puddle of puke a few feet away, shuddering.

Simon grabbed Archie’s upper arm and guided him to his feet. He saw Archie pale as he was, undoubtedly, hit with another awful wave of vertigo. He slipped his own arm around Archie’s waist and stabilized him. He didn’t expect Archie to lean so heavily into the touch, and he certainly didn’t expect Archie to bury his face into Simon’s shoulder the way he did.

“I'm.. thank you.. coming to get me..” Archie slurred, sniffling a bit.

Simon felt a fond smile spread across his face, and he gently pat Archie’s back.

“Don’t mention it. I’ll always come.”

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[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets 2024 Masterlist- Completed

(Ao3 Link)

Character Masterlists; (1: Whumpees/Caretakers/Allies) (2: Whumpers/Enemies)

Fandom; Cursed (Netflix)

Pairing; Lancewain - Lancelot x Gawain - The Weeping Monk x The Green Knight

These snippets may contain major spoilers for Horizons to Battlegrounds!!!

Progress:

Total Completion: 31/31 - COMPLETE!

Path of Hurt; COMPLETE

Path of Comfort; COMPLETE

Path of Whumperless Whump; COMPLETE

Total Wordcount: 16,665

Average Daily Wordcount: 537

Links to all completed days of @augusnippets whump writing event 2024 below!

Day 1: Hypnosis/Brainwashing (337)

Day 2: Platonic Bathing (499)

Day 3: Thunderstorm (232)

Day 4: Alt. Forced To Watch (736)

Day 5: Feverish Caretaking - Part 1 (551)

Day 6: Alt. Medical Complications (624)

Day 7: Choking (527)

Day 8: Found Family/Friends (570)

Day 9: Overheating + Feverish Caretaking - Part 2 (228)

Day 10: Execution + Whipping (492)

Day 11: Escape + Poison - Part 1 (554)

Day 12: Trapped (500)

Day 13: Escape + Poison - Part 2 (591)

Day 14: Gifts/Celebration (737)

Day 15: Throwing Up - Part 1 (500)

Day 16: Humiliation + Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 1 (831)

Day 17: Alt. Snuggling + Throwing Up - Part 2 (699)

Day 18: Infection + Feverish Caretaking Part 3 (752)

Day 19: Branded + Flashbacks (531)

Day 20: Gentle Touch (607)

Day 21: Alt. Drugging + Delirium (815)

Day 22: Captivity/Recapture (498)

Day 23: Massage (283)

Day 24: Animal Attack (499)

Day 25: Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 2 (498)

Day 26: Snuggling + Flashbacks (599)

Day 27: Chronic Pain (366)

Day 28: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 1 (434)

Day 29: Singing (453)

Day 30: Self-Harm (676)

Day 31: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 2; Breaking the Conditioning + Forgiveness (449)

[viva-la-whump]

Whumptober/Whumperless Whump Event (WWE) - #1

I know it's the last day of the month...BUT I FINALLY GOT ALL OF MY FICS WRITTEN!!!

And not JUST for Whumptober! I also decided to combine the prompts from the Whumperless Whump Event, too (which I realize was back in July but there's no rules for when they're do, so mwahahahaha!!!)!

I did a lot of combining so there will only be 18 individual fics (I will be combining multi-chapter fics into a single post to make things easier on myself, so be prepared for some LONG posts!), and I will be tagging them with the Whumptober tags first (when applicable), followed by the WWE tags (when applicable).

Fic below the cut!

P.S. There were too many tags so I had to reblog this with the remaining tags HERE

Chapter 1 

The only warning they had was the horses whinnying as they pulled at where they were tethered to a nearby tree.

Hunter and Echo jumped up from where they’d been eating their dinner around the campfire. Fast as lightning, their guns were out in their hands and they gazed into the dark forest, blinking as they tried to adjust their eyes to the dim lighting.

With a cry, Echo was knocked to the ground as something heavy slammed into him. Something heavy with fangs and claws. He was just fast enough to bring his prosthetic arm up before the wolf’s jaw clamped around his neck. The wolf pulled at the fake arm and easily broke the straps as it ripped the contraption from Echo’s shoulder.

Just as it swung its head around to discard it and go back for the kill again, a shot rang out and the wolf whined in pain as a bullet struck its flank. Without a moment’s hesitation, the wolf abandoned Echo and lunged at Hunter with blinding speed. So fast, in fact, that Hunter wasn’t able to get another shot off before the wolf’s claws raked down his thigh.

Hunter screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground. Luckily for him, the wolf’s injury hampered it enough that it stumbled as it landed and took long enough to recover for Echo to grab the gun he’d dropped, shooting it in the head, killing it instantly.

There was silence in the clearing for a moment as the sound of the gunshot faded and Echo caught his breath. But the silence didn’t last long.

Hunter groaned in pain, his breathing coming fast and hard through clenched teeth as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands. But it was a losing battle. Blood dribbled freely between his fingers and soaked his pant leg. Thinking fast, Echo grabbed a blanket from his bedroll and rushed over to Hunter, pressing the blanket against the three long gashes on the side of his leg. Hunter bit back a curse but grabbed the blanket to keep it in place as Echo rushed to get the medical kit from his saddle bag.

We need to close those wounds as fast as possible or else you’ll bleed to death,” Echo said as he grabbed the kit and found the needle and thread.

Hunter hissed out a breath as he shifted to a sitting position. Echo helped him sit back against the three he’d landed by.

“They’re not too deep,” he argued. “Just a few scratches. I’ve had worse. Just bandage me up and I’ll be fine.”

Echo gave him an unamused look. “Is that why you’ve turned half my blanket red already?”

Hunter didn’t respond. He simply rested his hand back against the tree and tried to catch his breath.

“There’s just one problem,” Echo said. “I can’t sew you up with just one hand.” Hunter sighed, not liking where this was headed. “I can help,” Echo continued, “but you’re going to have to stitch yourself up.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” Hunter groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. “Alright, let’s get this over with. Get me my flask of whiskey.”

“To sanitize the wound?”

“And to help dull the pain. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

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It took them nearly an hour for Hunter to stitch up his wounds. A very long and painful hour that left him so drained he slept until noon the next day. Having decided to postpone the bounty hunting mission they were on until Hunter had healed up enough, both he and Echo agreed that their next course of action was to go to the nearest town and get Hunter’s leg properly treated.

It had been tricky to get Hunter on his horse without agitating his freshly-closed wounds, but eventually they’d managed it, though not without lots of wincing and cursing. The nearest town was fifteen miles away and if they were lucky, they’d be able to reach it before sunset.

Chapter 2

It was a hard and slow slog, but finally the town was in view.

“How are you holding up?” Echo asked.

Hunter sat on his horse beside him, hunched slightly over his saddle and hand gripping his thigh above his bandages.

“I’ll live,” he grunted. “Let’s just- WHOA!”

Without warning, Hunter’s horse lunged forward and raced down the road at breakneck speed.

In the couple of seconds it took for Echo’s mind to catch up with what was happening, he heard the distinct buzz of a rattlesnake. Kicking his spurs into the sides of his horse, he set off after Hunter, who was having a hard time reigning in his horse. It took a couple of minutes, but Echo was finally able to get up alongside Hunter and grab the reins of his horse to slow it down.

“You alright?” Echo asked.

But all Hunter could do was gasp in pain as his balance wavered on his horse and he went crashing to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Hunter!” Echo jumped off his horse and knelt next to the injured man. “Hunter? Hunter!” But he was barely conscious. Echo looked down at his leg and blanched. “Oh that’s not good.”

The bandage that had once been clean was now almost entirely red. His stitches must have opened up during his wild ride and he was in no condition to stitch himself back up. With the town so close now, his best chance was to bandage Hunter as well as he could and get him to the doc as fast as possible.

After wrapping two blankets around Hunter’s leg and sitting him in front of himself on his own horse, Echo raced to town, figuring that right now, speed was more important than abundant care

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Hunter felt like he was floating beneath the surface of a lake, a stone tied to his leg threatening to drag him down to the bottom. There was a distant light above him that he wanted to get to, but he still felt so weak. But that stone was getting heavier and so he fought harder to reach the surface. A voice called down to him faintly and Hunter grabbed onto that like a lifeline to pull him up, up, up…

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“Hunter, can you hear me?”

Slowly, Hunter cracked open his eyes to a dimly lit room and Echo’s worried face hovering above him. He tried to speak but only ended up coughing. Echo brought a cup of water to his lips and he slowly drank.

“What…what happened?” Hunter asked, voice raspy.

“A rattler spooked your horse and it bolted. You ended up opening your stitches. I patched you up and got you to the doc in town as fast as I could.”

Hunter looked at the dark window. “How long?”

“A little over a day. You were in pretty rough shape.”

“Will I live?

Echo smirked. “Yeah, you’ll live. The doc stitched you up real good. He’s asleep now, and you should be, too. Just rest, Hunter. I’ll keep an eye on you through the night.”

Comforted by that thought, Hunter’s eyes drifted closed.