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Whumptober 2022: 16. "No One's Coming" Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 486 TW: Angst, Left for Dead, Hopelessness, Mentions of Kidnapping/ Beatin, Bomb, Ambiguous Ending Notes: Thank you to @lorecraft and @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! 💖

There is no hope of escape. You know that. After all, this isn’t the first time the Joker has done this. He had already conducted this method of kidnapping, beating, and leaving for dead before with spectacular results. It wasn’t any failure on his part that Jason had been brought back to life.

Your brother had told you in hushed whispers late one night after his third glass of whiskey what it had been like. Sitting there, watching the clock on the bomb as the remaining moments of his life slowly tick, tick, ticked away right before his eyes. The anguish of knowing that no one was coming for him and that he was going to die, alone and afraid.

He had tried to fight, to find a way out, but sometimes there just wasn’t one. And for him, that was the worst part. Knowing what was about to happen, knowing there was no hope for rescue, and knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had spent his last seconds in that warehouse completely hopeless and resigned to his demise.

And now, you are in the exact same situation. Left in this storage unit, wounded, and tied to a chair with nothing around except the bomb that is slowly sealing your fate with every passing second. Yet while Jason had been given a second chance after his death, there would be no Lazarus pit for you, no life-giving fix-it to reverse your destiny. No. Miracles like that didn’t happen twice.

As the clock in front of you enters the final minute of its countdown, you wonder if anyone has even noticed you are missing yet. It’s only been a few hours since the Joker grabbed you and it wasn’t uncommon for you to turn off your comms while on solo patrol. You preferred the calming sounds of the city to your brothers’ arguing in your ear. But now, you would give anything to hear that sound again, just one last time.

Ten seconds left. Nothing to do but wait and watch.

…. 9

…. 8

…. 7

…. 6

That’s when you hear it. As you watch the 6 shift effortlessly to a 5, you are alerted to their voices down the hall.

…. 4

Your family found you after all! You feel a wave of relief course through your veins as you hear Jason, Dick, and Bruce all calling your name. They are desperate to find you in time…. but there isn’t enough time.

…. 3

If you call out to them now, you'll only draw them closer to the blast, closer to danger. But if you remain quiet and do not alert them to your presence, there’s a chance they’ll be far enough away to be safe.

…. 2

…. 1

Jason had been wrong. It was better to die without that last useless spark of hope.

…. 0.

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of-wounds-and-woes · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | no. 14: Die a Hero or Live Long Enough to Become a Villan

Desperate Measures | Failed Escape | “I’ll be right behind you”

Walker S03E02

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 9: THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

sleeping in shifts | tossing and turning | caught in a storm

Prodigal Son s01e03: #fear response

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Hiding the Hurt

When you fall behind, Tech is worried about you.

A/N: Whumptober 2022 #4. Prompt: "Dead on Your Feet" (Hiding an Injury).

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury.

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Left foot. Right foot. Breathe. Left foot. Right foot. Breathe.

You repeated the mantra over again and again in your head as you trudged behind the group. The gash on your side screamed as you tried your best to shield it from view. Almost there. You had all but begged Hunter to allow you to come on this mission; you refused to acknowledge that he may have been right.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Tech asked, stepping in beside you.

You jumped, startled out of your inner monologue, "Yeah I'm fine, " you answered, "I'm good!" You gave him a smile.

Tech frowned, not quite believing your answer. "Are you sure? You're lagging behind far more than you normally do after a mission, you know."

You looked up to see that the Batch was indeed several yards ahead of you. How had you not noticed that you'd fallen so far behind?

"I guess I'm just tired," you shrugged, "That was a pretty intense fight we just won."

"No more so than our usual missions."

"I dunno what to tell you. Maybe I'm just having an off day?"

Tech eyed you closely. "You are sweating," he noted. He grabbed your hand "and your pulse is elevated." He dropped your hand suddenly causing your arm to swing back down, brushing roughly against your injured side.

You hissed at the unexpected pain that burned down your side. You tried to pass it off as a cough, but that was futile. You knew Tech had heard you and saw you wince. Welp that was it. You were done for. Say goodbye to ever going on a mission again.

"So you are injured!" Tech said with satisfactory nod, then suddenly frowned as if his own words just hit him. "You're injured!"

You sighed, "I just caught some shrapnel on my side. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad!?" Tech gave you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you can barely put one foot in front of the other!" As if to prove his point, your foot slipped and you stumbled. Tech caught you by the shoulders, hurriedly looking you over. He looked worried - a foreign expression on his usually confident face.

"I'm fine, Tech." You tried to soothe him.

"Clearly you're not."

"Please don't tell Hunter!" you begged. Tech didn't say anything as he looked you up and down, pulling his lips into a thin line.

"Let me see it," he stated, sounding more like an order than a request. He led you by the arm to a nearby rock and gently but firmly pushed you down to a seated position. You bit your lip, wincing as you lifted your arm to give him access to remove the armor from your side.

"Can we just...not tell Hunter about this please?" you asked timidly.

Tech looked up at you, perplexed. "Why not? It would be the most reasonable course of action to let our leader know that a member of his team is injured."

You sighed, knowing that once again he was right. "It's just... I didn't want you guys to see me as a liability. If Hunter finds out I got hurt, he'll never let me out in the field again!" Your throat constricted as if trying to strangle your words. You wanted to cry.

"Hmm...you may be right." Tech mumbled as he scanned your wound.

Your stomach dropped. It was your turn to give him an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

"Your injury," Tech stated as he blotted away the excess blood before spraying it with bacta. You unconsciously jerked away but Tech held you steady. "You said it wasn't that bad. You were right, although you may need a few stitches."

"Oh," you sighed, "I thought you... nevermind, you weren't even listening." You sniffed, a couple of unbidden tears streaked down your face. What a mess this day had become. You hissed through your teeth as he rubbed a numbing gel over the wound.

Tech looked up as he finished threading the needle.

"No, I was listening and while I do think it was unwise to hide such an injury, I do not think that Hunter would be angry."

"Why wouldn't he be?" you cried, tears falling harder, "I screwed up."

Tech was silent as he tied off the final stitch. "I think he'd be worried." he said finally. He sealed the bandage over the wound and brought his hand to cup your cheek.

"I was worried too, y/n. It could have been so much worse than it was. Just please...please promise me that you won't ever hide an injury from me again. From any of us." He stood up, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

You sniffed, wiping your tears from you cheeks, "I promise."

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not-your-housekeeper98 · 1 year

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Whumptober Day 27

Stumbling

Criminal Minds Season 4 Episode 1

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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Zipper (Part One)

Whumptober 2022: 24. Fight, Flight, or Freeze Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader Word Count: 1428 TW: Angst, Arguing, Accidental Slap of Partner, Lead Up to Smut Note: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for looking this over for me! 💕

Part One, Part Two

As Jake Seresin stuck his head out to make sure there was no one else around on the runway, he still couldn’t believe he had been selected to return to Top Gun as one of the Navy’s best pilots. He had always considered himself as one of- if not the best- active pilot on duty, yet it was nice to finally be acknowledged as such. And the only thing that made all of this even better was the fact you were here with him.

A few years ago when the two of you had met on the first day of Top Gun, Jake was instantly smitten. However, it had taken a lot of work on his part to get you to give him a chance, yet once you had, the two of you had become inseparable. Even when Top Gun was over and you had each been given different assignments halfway across the world from each other, your connection never faltered.

Now you were back where it all started and you were together. Despite the danger of the mission and despite the conflict Jake had with a few of the other pilots, he hadn’t been this happy in a long time.

Once he knew the coast was clear, he motioned for you to follow him. Giggling softly, you hurried after him as he weaved between the planes parked on the tarmac. “Jake, what are we doing out here?”

“You said you wanted to watch the sunset together and this is the best spot on base to do that, now hurry up!” He continued on until he made it past your plane parked on the end of the line. Then he turned to watch as you scurried after him. “Come on, Zipper! Move that ass! I know you’re slow in the air but I thought you would at least be a little faster on land!”

When you finally caught up, you playfully shoved him. “You’re a real jackass, do you know that?”

But as Jake stumbled back, he grabbed your hand with a smile and drew you flush against his chest. “Yeah, but I’m your jackass.”

“Yeah, you are,” you murmured, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

Jake bent his head down to nuzzle your neck. “So, Zips,” he muttered as his lips traced the curve of your jaw. “I might have brought you out here for another reason besides just the sunset. Have you ever done it in the cockpit of your plane?”

You chuckled softly as you whispered, “Loads of times.” Your smile broadened at the surprised expression on his face. “What? Did you think you were the only adventurous one?”

“No, I just…. I don’t know.” He blinked rapidly as he tried to readjust his seduction plan. “I just wasn’t expecting that answer.”

You shrugged. “Every pilot does it at one point or another. It’s like a right of passage. However…” You ran your hands up his chest until you reached the zipper at the top of his flight suit. Then as you stared deeply into his eyes, you began to slowly lower it. “Have you ever done it on the wings? It requires perfect balance, perfect coordination between partners. It’s a thrill very few can say they’ve shared.” You had finished unzipping the suit to his hips and had placed your hands on his chest again to slide the suit off his broad shoulders, but he grabbed your hands before you could.

You looked up at him, your brow scrunched in confusion. Jake reached out and ran his hand down the side of your face before tenderly cupping it in his grasp. Pulling you in close, he paused when your lips were just centimeters from his. Then, in a voice that was dripping in lust and longing, he whispered for the first time, “I love you.”

A smile slowly spread across your face as you whispered back, “I love you too.” And then your lips were on his.

As the two of you devoured one another, Jake’s hands slid your jacket from your shoulders as yours returned to his flight suit. Slowly and without pausing your frenzied embrace, you began pushing Jake backward until his shoulders collided with the side of your plane. As he let out a soft grunt of surprise, you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth as you pulled away. Then with a wink, you pulled off your shirt and pants, leaving you standing in nothing but your undergarments.

As Jake marveled at the sight before him, you grinned and nodded toward the plane. “Give me a boost. Then we’ll have some real fun.”

The next week was far more intensive than any of the recruits imagined it would be. The Top Gun instructor, Maverick, was living up to his reputation of being one of the most reckless and innovative pilots any of you had ever seen. It seemed at first that no one stood a chance at beating him. Yet, slowly but surely, the team was improving and a few squad members (Zipper and Jake included) had even managed to get Mav out a few times during practice.

However, as time went on, the tension among some of the team began to grow. The fact that only a handful of you would actually be chosen for this mission hung like a dark cloud over the group and sooner or later, everyone knew that cloud was going to burst.

Jake hadn’t been digging for dirt necessarily, but when he stumbled upon the old photo of Maverick and a man named Bradshaw who looked eerily similar to Rooster, all the pieces fell into place. He did a little more research and found out what had happened all those years ago. It was just what he needed to knock Rooster off his high-and-mighty perch.

And before long, he had the perfect opportunity to use his information. Maverick was chewing out the entire squad for failing today’s exercise. Most people just took his criticisms and comments, but not Rooster. He refused to back down and shot his own remarks right back at Maverick until it came to a head. And that’s when Jake saw his chance.

"That's no time to be thinking about the past." Jake shot Rooster a pointed glance.

The other pilot stared back at him darkly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man.” Jake watched both Rooster and Maverick’s faces go white as they realized what he was talking about.

You grabbed his thigh and squeezed it hard, sending him a warning. “Jake, don’t.”

But Jake had finally found his way to knock Rooster off his high horse and he wasn’t going to pass it up. So, he ignored your pleas and continued, “Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Rooster leaped to his feet and dove at Jake. "You son of a bitch."

Jake was on his feet in seconds, fully intent on fighting back, of finally getting to take his frustrations out on Rooster, but all the other recruits also swarmed around them, quickly trying to separate the two men.

Everyone was yelling and pulling at him, the voices blending into a single cacophony of noise. However, your voice stood out as Jake struggled against the hands trying to hold him back.

“Hey! Stop it! Jake! Stop! I said stop!” You grabbed his arm as you tried to drag him away from Rooster, but Jake spun towards you at the same moment causing him to strike you across the face.

The room went silent as you stumbled back from the force of his hit and you clutched your cheek. Everyone, including Rooster and Maverick, froze as they stared at you and Jake. Jake’s eyes grew wide as he realized what he had done and he took a few hesitant steps toward you with his arms outstretched, “Zips, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

You swatted his hands away as you glared back at him, your face a mask of fury tinged with a slight edge of pain. “Get away from me, you asshole.”

“Zipper, come on. Please, I d-”

You shoved him away harder as you grabbed your stuff and hissed, “Don’t follow me.”

Then you pushed past him, your shoulder driving into his arm. As you reached Rooster, you gently took his hand and nodded towards the door. He nodded back and allowed you to lead him out, neither one of you looking back even as Jake continued to beg for your forgiveness.

When he had slunk back to your shared quarters a few hours later, Jake found you sitting on the couch with an ice pack on your cheek. You had just shot him a dirty look before muttering, “We’ll talk about this in the morning once we’ve both had a chance to calm down.” But now it was morning and neither one of you seemed any calmer.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw you sitting at the table, a faint bruise standing out like a brand on your cheek. Jake slowly eased himself into the chair across from you, his eyes downcast under the intensity of your gaze. “Zips, I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were there and I just whirled around. I would never lay a hand on you like that. You’ve got to believe me.”

You sighed angrily. “Jake, I don’t care that you hit me. I know that was an accident and you would never purposely hurt me. What I do care about is that you did that to Rooster in front of everyone. Hell, you also dragged Maverick into it! What the fuck were you thinking? You don’t rub a guy’s dead father in his face and expect to come out looking like the good guy.”

“I was just telling the truth! And honestly, it explains a lot about Rooster as a pilot. He’s always so hesitant and overly cautious, but now everyone knows why.”

“Did you ever think that if he wanted everyone to know about his dad he would have mentioned it a long time ago? You had to know that this wasn’t okay. What were you hoping to get out of this? That Maverick forgot what happened to his RIO and how it might affect Rooster and now that you reminded him, he would just decide to make you team leader? Did you even think about what would happen after you shared what you knew? Or were you so focused on sticking it to Rooster that you didn’t think that far ahead?”

Jake hesitated. “I mean…. No… but everyone deserved to know!”

“Why? What does this change, huh? Except now I’m pretty sure Maverick will never pick you as team leader. Because a leader sure as hell wouldn’t have done that to a team member.”

“Well, who else is he going to pick? You?” Jake scoffed but then froze as he realized what he had said.

You went perfectly still, staring at him with a look of hurt betrayal on your face as you whispered, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I just meant… Come on, babe, don’t make me say it,” Jake sighed.

“Say what?”

Jake squeezed his eyes together tightly, preparing for the fallout of what he was about to say next but then he opened them to stare directly into your eyes. “Maverick’s gonna pick the best pilot for the mission, regardless of if he likes them or not. And, I’m sorry, but that’s just not you.”

For a moment, your mouth dropped in utter disbelief. But then, all the pain and all the shock shifted into rage as you yelled, “I can’t believe you!”

“It’s not like what I said was wrong. Sure, it might not have been very nice, but do you honestly think you’re a better pilot than I am?”

“As a matter of fact, I fucking do! It’s not always about being the fastest or the smartest. It’s about being fast, being smart, and being reliable, Hangman. All my times are close to if not equal to yours. And I’ve managed to outmaneuver Maverick in practice just like you have. But I have never left my wingman to fend for themself in order for me to claim my victory. Can you say the same?”

His jaw clenched at your mocking, accusatory tone. You never called him Hangman unless in a professional setting and the way you threw his callsign at him now felt like a low blow. But before he could fire back a response, you continued your rant. “You give Rooster such a hard time about being too cautious or playing it too safe, but at least I know when I’m up in the air that he has my back. I can’t always say the same for you.”

Jake felt like you had just slapped him in the face. “So, what are you saying? That you would rather have Rooster as your wingman than me?”

A sudden silence filled the room, his unanswered question hanging in the air. Jake knew you wouldn’t lie just to hurt him nor to save his feelings so whatever you said next would be how you truly felt. And as he waited with bated breath for your answer, you stared down at the floor. But then, you raised your gaze until it was level with his and said bluntly, “Yes. In a real-world situation, outside of training, then yes. I would rather have Rooster covering my tail because I know he’ll always be there.”

Your words cut Jake down to his very core. He knew he could be a self-centered flier, but you really didn’t trust him to have your back? Yours? It was too much to take.

Jumping to his feet, Jake said, “I’m leaving.”

You stared at him incredulously. “Where the hell are you going to go? You’re scheduled to fly today and have to be on the tarmac in less than an hour!”

“It doesn’t matter. And I don’t care what you tell them, but I earned a day pass for winning that bet the other day against Hondo and I’m using it.” He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and stalked over to the door.

You took a few steps after him. “Jake, come on. You’re really doing this? We’re having a fight about you not having my back, about you not being there, and you’re leaving?”

Jake grabbed the door handle but then turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Apparently, that’s what I do. I guess you shouldn’t be surprised.” And then he yanked the door open and stormed out, heading towards the exit of the base.

Part Two out now!

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Whumptober 2022 Day 31 Comfort - Bedside vigil - you can rest now

#Whumptober 2022 #day 31 #comfort #bedside vigil #you can rest now #whump compilation #continuum #black saddle #söz #the oath #the Virginian #kindred: the embraced #cared for #how's it 31 days already 🥲

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mayhem24-7forever · 2 years

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A Little Out of The Ordinary: Part 2 (Whumptober 2022)

~ Part One ~

Whumptober Prompts (from this list): Tossing and Turning - Caught in a Storm - Sleeping in Shifts

Character: Jake “Hangman” Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

Author’s Notes: If you are not over eighteen, this is not for you! I deserve a safe place to express myself and that includes not wanting minors to read my content, even when it is not sexual in nature. Thank you. I actually switched this with the day 9 prompts so that I could do a two parter for 1 and 2, sorry. fic divider by @jbarneswilson

Warnings: pregnancy hormones causing trouble, heartbreak, unplanned pregnancy, running away from your problems, angst with a happy ending

“Let me know if you need anything my love.” Y/N’s aunt said from the doorway of the guest bedroom and Y/N nodded with a weak smile from where she lay on the bed. “Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight auntie.” she replied in a mumble, turning her back to the door as her aunt closed it.

This had been her nightly routine for the past few weeks… well, six to be exact. Six weeks ago she had said goodbye to Jake as he left for a long mission, unsure if he would even come back. The next day, she had gone to the doctor’s office for a regular check-up and almost fainted when the nurse informed her that she was almost six weeks pregnant. That afternoon, she had shown up on Penny’s doorstep, sobbing and exceptionally emotional (and irrational) and made the rash decision that Jake could never love her and that it was best for her to leave. Penny, of course, desperately tried to convince her to take a moment to think it through but her raging pregnancy hormones won over and she wrote him a letter, leaving it with Penny to give to him when he returned. Within a few days, her cousins came to help her pack up her apartment and drove her an hour up the coast to stay with them.

For six weeks, Y/N had been trying to get used to her new life as a single pregnant woman living with her aunt and uncle. Her cousins and their families lived nearby and she spent most of her day helping out with all the kids and learning how to be a mom. The morning sickness had been the worst, hours spent sitting on the floor of the bathroom with her head halfway in the toilet, her aunt or one of her cousins rubbing her back and holding her hair back for her. She had gotten an ultrasound done, her aunt there to hold her hand and wipe her tears when she saw the little black and white sonogram of the growing bean in her stomach.

She thought a lot about Jake in those weeks, which is what she found herself doing that very night after her aunt left her room. Tossing and turning, she couldn't seem to get comfortable or to turn off her rambling thoughts, the storm raging outside not being any help. Flashes of lightning lit up the room sporadically through the thin curtains, followed by the rolling sound of thunder and the ever-present tapping on the rain on the windowpane.

Twelve weeks of pregnancy meant that a lot of the first trimester symptoms were waining and without the heavy emotions of the hormonal swings, she was left to realize just how stupid and hasty she had been in her decision making. She should have talked to him face to face, not left him a letter. She should have told him in person and let him give his opinion, it was after all, his child too. But she knew what he would have said. They had pillow talked about their plans for the future one night and she knew Jake had big plans for his military career. He had no intentions of a wife or kids. She loved Jake more than anything in the world, which is exactly why she couldn’t tie him down with a family when all he wants to do is fly.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand for what must have been the thirtieth time that evening, the screen lighting up with yet another notification of new text messages, missed calls, and voicemails. From the frequency, she knew that Jake must have returned from deployment that afternoon and read the letter earlier that evening. She knew it was wrong and cowardly but she was too nervous and scared to open the notifications so she turned her phone off and rolled back over to try and sleep. It took a while longer and she cried the whole time but she was eventually able to fall into a restless sleep, dreaming about being back in Jake’s arms.

“Wake up, my love.” Her aunt’s voice rang through her dreams, bringing her back to consciousness. “Y/N, wake up.”

“Auntie?” she asked groggily, squinting up at her aunt in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Come downstairs, there’s something you need to see.” her aunt replied before walking out of her room, leaving the door open.

Y/N shook her head in confusion but got up nevertheless, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand to see that it was almost three in the morning. With the storm still raging outside, she shuffled to the closet to grab a robe and slippers before heading downstairs to see what was going on. As she descended, she could hear raised voices and as she stepped off the bottom step she could see her uncle arguing with someone at the front door, a wooden baseball bat in hand. Her aunt stood next to him, phone in hand and poised as if she was ready to call someone. Upon noticing Y/N’s arrival, she called her over, pointing out the door.

“Sweetheart, do you know this man?” she asked softly. “Because if you don’t I’m gonna call the police. He’s been pounding on the door and calling for you.”

Y/N reached the door and looked over her uncle’s shoulder to find a surprising sight. Jake Seresin was standing on the front porch, soaked through by the rain like a drowned cat.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed in relief when he saw her and took a step forwards but was stopped by the end of her uncle’s bat.

“You stay back!” he ordered before looking to his niece. “Do you know this crazy guy or do I get to kick his ass for trespassing and harassment?”

“Oh my god, Jake!” she cried out, hands flying to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. “Yes, I know him. It’s okay, he’s not here to hurt anyone.”

“You sure?” her uncle asked, seemingly slightly disappointed he didn’t get to chase Jake off his lawn with his bat.

“Yes, I’m sure.” she replied, eyes still locked on Jake in bewilderment before turning to her uncle and aunt. “Can you give me a minute alone with him? Please?”

Her uncle nodded gruffly, giving Jake a piercing look of warning before moving to allow her outside. She thanked her aunt and uncle, apologizing for the trouble before closing the door behind her.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I needed to talk to you but you weren’t picking up the phone. I went to your old apartment and had to bribe the landlady to give me your forwarding address. Then I kind of stole Bradshaw’s bronco to drive the hour out here but the storm hit while I was driving.” Jake explained, slightly out of breath. “Then the stupid car broke down a couple blocks away so I ran here. Your uncle thought I was insane and your aunt was gonna call the cops but I convinced them to go get you to prove you know me. I’m just so fucking happy I found you.”

“I- I-” she tried, her brain struggling to catch up with what was happening. “But why are you here?”

“Because I’m an idiot!” he replied, which only made her more confused. “I never told you how much you meant to me and I should have! I came back from the mission ready to tell you everything but you were gone and it’s my fault, I know that. I made you think that I didn’t care about you but it’s not true.”

“Jake, I-” she began but he stepped forwards and cut her off.

“I love you. I have loved you since the moment I met you and I can’t believe it took me so long to tell you.” he said, eyes pleading with her to believe him. “I love you and I’m ready to be a dad. Please tell me your feelings haven’t changed, please.

“They haven’t.” she replied decisively, tears coming to her eyes.

“You were right about something in the letter… this wasn’t supposed to happen. You and me, I mean. We were never supposed to happen.” he said and as a look of hurt flashed across her face he quickly added “A smart, kind, beautiful, and amazing woman like you never should have gotten involved with a cocky self-involved asshole like me. But you did. And I’m so glad you did because I love you and I can’t imagine a life without you now.”

“Jake, what about your plans for your career? Your future?” she asked.

“Fuck my plans!” He exclaimed as he stepped forwards to put his hands on her cheeks so he could gaze right into her eyes to ensure she listened to every single word of what he had to say. “Fuck the medals and the promotions and all of it because there is nothing in this world I want more than being with you and this baby. So please, say you’ll have me.”

She replied by throwing her arms around him, locking her lips with his to show him everything she wanted to say but didn’t have the words for. Jake’s entire body untensed, melting against her as he pulled her in closer to kiss her back like he might never have the chance to again. She felt drops on her face and was unsure if it was the water dripping from his hair or the tears pouring from her eyes but she didn’t care. When they finally pulled back for air, they rested their foreheads against one another, grinning at one another in utter bliss.

“I love you too.” she said quietly, a slight shiver running through her body as his cold hands upon her face wiped away her tears, a huge smile on his face.

He suddenly realized something and pulled backwards, his hands going to hold her shoulders as he looked her up and down frantically.

“Oh my god, the baby! It’s cold and I’m wet and now you’re wet and that can’t be good for the baby and-” he rambled panicking, stopping to look at her curiously when she laughed.

“Relax, Jake!” she told him. “It’s alright! The baby and I are fine, it’s just a little rain!”

“It’d still make me feel better if I could get you inside.” he said, grabbing her hand and opening the door. “Unless your uncle is gonna try and kill me again.” he added with a laugh and they went inside together, as happy as could be.

#whumptober #whumptober 2022 #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman fanfiction #hangman fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic

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whumpncomfort · 2 years

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Doctor Who Midnight | No. 20 Fetal Position

"The Hostess, what was her name?"

#doctor who #whumptober2022 #whump #david tennant #doctor who midnight #dw #tenth doctor #fetal position #whumptober 2022 #DW

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 18

Ace x Reader

"Ace, aren't you freezing?" you questioned and pulled your jacket closer together as your shivered.

"Ah come on, [Y/n], it's not that bad," Ace said as a snowflake evaporated when it landed on his shoulder.

"Okay Mr. Fire logia," you muttered and rolled your eyes.

Winter islands weren't your favourite, you were used to the heat of the burning sun from Alabasta that anything less made you wear foreign attire to keep you warm. You were fortunate enough that your captain ate a fire-related devil fruit. The other crewmates would tease you when you clung onto Ace for warmth, thankfully Ace didn't mind, if anything-

"You want a kiss to warm you up?" Ace winked at you, wearing a teasing smirk.

"A hug would be enough," you stated, facing away from him as your chilly cheeks became a darker red.

Ace chuckled at your reaction and slyly planted his lips on your cheek, colouring your whole face into a red rose. You shook out of your flustered state when you heard Ace laughing. Taking advantage of him being distracted, you knelt down and picked up a handful of snow, shaping it into a ball.

"What are you-" Ace got cut off when you threw a snowball at his face. "Hey!"

"Who's laughing now?" You stuck out your tongue. Ace only grinned back at you, and you realized your mistake. "Uh oh!"

"So is that how we're going to play it?" Ace crouched down and rapidly made an alarming amount of snowballs.

"Oh no!" you started to dash away from the scene.

"Not so fast!" Ace called and you saw a snowball zip past you.

Your legs spirited as more snowballs came charging towards you. Ace chased you through the winter forest, hitting the trees, rocks, and anything that got in the way of his target. The few times you did look back only resulted in you getting hammered by snow. You were so concerned about dodging the snowballs that you slipped onto your back and slid across an icy surface.

"Ow..."

"You alright, [Y/n]?" Ace asked, making his way over to where you were.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reassured him as you sat up.

"Hey, you found an ice rink!"

"An ice what?" A puzzled expression painted over your face.

"An ice rank, it's when water freezes over and you can walk on it," Ace explained as he stepped onto the ice. "My brothers and I used to play all the time on these."

Curiously, you watched as Ace pushed himself across the ice with unique strides. He glided around the surface, hands behind his back, and once he knew you were watching him, Ace started to show off. He twirled around, balanced on one foot, and for his final act, he jumped into the air and landed on the ice with a continued glide before coming to a stop.

"Ha! I finally landed it!" Ace exclaimed, proud of his achievement. "Sabo was the only one of us that could pull it off, I never knew how he could do it."

"You were amazing, Ace!" You applauded your captain.

"Thank you, thank you," Ace bowed dramatically, making you giggle. He glided over to where you sat and held out his hand. "Would you like to join me?"

"Oh!" You blushed, glancing at his hand and then trailed back to his eyes. "Uh- I'd love to but, I don't know how..."

"It's not that hard," Ace reassured. "I'll show you the ropes."

As you were ready to place your hand in his, a quiet crackling played in your ears. Your gaze moved to the ice where Ace stood, watching lines spread across the surface. Instincts took over. Grabbing Ace's wrist, you twisted your position to launch him into the patch of snow off the rink, sliding yourself to the center of cracks in the process.

Ace popped his head out of the snow. "Hey, [Y/n] what did you do that for-"

Your captain stopped, seeing the brief worry in your eyes, and could only watch as the ice broke beneath your body. You disappeared below the icy water, your jacket being the only evidence of where you once were. Ace felt his heart drop to the bottom of the ocean and he flew over to the hole in the rink, hovering over the water. He stuck his hand inside the water, splashing water around as he tried to find your hand.

"[Y/N]!" Ace cried into the water. "GRAB ONTO MY HAND [Y/N]!"

Yet nothing but the cold grasped his hand.

#whumptober 2022 #let's break the ice #treading water #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x you #fire fist ace #one piece ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #one piece x y/n #ace one piece

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath

Whumptober 2022: Alt Prompt for Day 10. Carried to Safety Fandom: Batman, Batfamily, Batfam Word Count: 1722 TW: Aftermath of Reader Death, Grief, Injuries from Part 1, Death of a Family Member Notes: Sequel to Wrong Place, Wrong Time that shows how the Batfamily deals with the events from Part 1 Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Aftermath

They had to wait almost three hours after you were gone before they were able to remove the remaining debris from your body. Jason had wanted to get help digging you out immediately, but Dick reminded him that you would have wanted the other injured people around you to be helped first. The ones who still might be saved. So, Dick had gently closed your unseeing eyes, and they waited for help to become available.

Once all the survivors of the blast had been helped, a few firefighters came over to help them. And as they moved the largest piece of debris off your leg, it was instantly apparent that you had been right. A piece of metal had embedded itself into your thigh, cutting it nearly in half and creating a large pool of blood under you. If they had removed the wall while you were still alive, you would have been in agony every second until you had bled out. At least Dick and Jason took comfort in the fact you didn’t have to experience that.

After you were at last freed, Dick gently lifted you into his arms, drawing you tightly against his chest. As he headed towards your car parked a few blocks away, he carried you carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. He frequently paused to readjust your mask every time the hood began to slip off your face. It shouldn’t have mattered anymore, but it did.

Jason silently trailed behind him, his expression as hard and as blank as his helmet. You had been his lifeline when he returned to Gotham as Red Hood. Your faith in him had never waivered no matter what he did or how he lashed out at you. And in time, it was only because of your love and belief in him that he had been willing to give the rest of his family a chance again. But now that you were gone, he felt lost once more.

When they finally reached your car, Dick hesitated. Glancing back at Jason, he whispered, “We need the keys.”

Jason’s jaw tightened as he swallowed heavily. He nodded once before approaching you. With a silent plea of I’m so sorry for this, he began digging through your pockets trying to locate your keys. A few silent tears slid down Dick’s face as he turned his head and he let out a sigh of relief when Jason produced the keys a few seconds later.

Jason opened the passenger door and waited for Dick to climb in with you still in his arms. Once he was settled, Jason hurried to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. As they drove through the city on the way back to the manor, neither one of them spoke, but they both knew they were thinking about the same thing. Only hours ago, the two of them had been bickering about who got to ride up front while you desperately tried to mediate the situation. But this time there was no need to argue…. They both got to sit up front.

The drive seemed to stretch on forever, but eventually, Jason pulled up outside the manor. As Dick carried you inside, both he and Jason expected Alfred to appear at any moment, yet there was no sign of the butler so they continued down into the Batcave.

As they descended the stairs, Tim glanced up from where he was working on the Batcomputer. Springing to his feet, he hurried over to them. “Hey guys, did you hear about this explosion over at the theat-'' but he staggered to a stop when he saw what was bundled in Dick’s arms.

Tears instantly welling up in his eyes, he took a single step forward, “Dick?”

Dick turned slightly, trying to shield you from Tim’s view. “Timmy, stay back. You don’t need to see this.”

Tim shook his head, still not believing what he was seeing in front of him. “But, wha- Is she-…. No. She… she can’t be…”

“Where’s Bruce?” Dick asked solemnly.

“I-I don’t…. He and Damian were… I don’t…”

Dick nodded. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ll find them. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Tim nodded numbly, his eyes never leaving your still form as he backed up and collapsed into the chair he had been sitting in when they arrived. “But what-” His face paled and he swiveled to face the computer screen that was still showing footage of the explosion. Softly, he whispered, “The movies…. You guys were there?”

“Yeah,” Dick muttered. “She was standing at the front door when it… when it happened.”

He carried you into the medical bay and laid you gently on one of the tables. Only then did he lower the hood with the build-in mask, clearly revealing your face. Behind the blood, dust, and bruise, your expression was so tranquil and serene that if Dick wasn’t conscious of the lack of rise and fall of your chest, he would have thought you were just sleeping.

He squeezed your shoulder tightly as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

From the doorway behind him, Jason growled, “It was those goddamn sunglasses! If she would’ve just asked instead of going back for them, this never would have happened!” It was the first time he had spoken since Dick had lifted you from the rubble.

Without turning around, Dick whispered, “She couldn’t have known, Jason. None of us could have known.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to her! She was the best of us and she deserved so much better. She deserved to live her life, or at least die a hero. Not retrieving a pair of sunglasses that were still on her goddamn head!”

Dick opened his mouth but before he could speak, Tim’s voice squeaked from the other room. “Bruce!”

Dick and Jason both paled and looked at each other, unsure of what to do. But finally, Dick nodded softly. “I’ll do it. It should be me.”

Jason lowered his eyes but followed Dick as he walked back into the main area of the cave. Bruce was in his Batman suit, the cowl resting on the floor next to his foot. He was bent down next to the computer chair trying to find out what was wrong from a crying Tim, but when he saw his two eldest wards enter the room, their faces solemn, he stood.

“What is it? What happened?” he demanded.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all exchanged a look before Dick stepped forward. “Bruce, I’m so sorry. She, um…. We tried but there was nothing we could do.”

The realization of what Dick was saying slowly dawned on Bruce. His usual stoic face crumbled into one of pain and disbelief. Gruffly, he asked, “Where is she?”

Dick motioned to the room he and Jason had just left. Bruce crossed the room in three large strides but paused as he reached the doorway and saw you laying on the table. Slowly, he crept into the room until he was standing next to you. Slowly, he reached out and brushed some of the dirt off your cheek. He thought back to the night he had found you, huddled in an alleyway, dirty and alone. You had been so weak and malnourished but you soon blossomed into a strong, capable, amazing young woman that Bruce had loved. You might not have been his daughter by blood, but you were his daughter in every other way that mattered. And he hoped that you had known that. That you had known what you truly meant to him. Before….

“We went to the movies. We were finally letting ourselves take a day off and just be normal,” Dick whispered from behind him. “She was happy until–”

“Until she was blown up and had half a building dropped on top of her.” Jason snapped. “But that’s just another day in Gotham City, isn’t it? The bad guys are left alive to continue their paths of death and destruction over and over again while the good guys, the innocent guys are left to suffer and die.”

“Jason…” Dick muttered softly. “This isn’t the time fo–”

“Did she suffer?” Bruce interrupted. “Was she in any…”

“No. She said it was mostly just numb,” Dick reassured him.

But Jason scoffed loudly. “Would she have actually told us if she was in pain? She would have wanted us to think she was okay, even if she had been in pure agony.”

Bruce nodded. “She always tries- tried to look out for everyone else, even above herself.”

The three men stood in silence, gazing down at you as they thought about everything you had done for them over the years.

Bruce sighed. “Damian’s already out on patrol. He’ll need to be called back. He deserves to know and he deserves to hear it from us.”

Dick nodded. “I’ll let him know we need him back here.” As he turned to leave, he grabbed Jason’s arm and forced him to come with him so Bruce could have a moment alone.

Bruce looked longingly at you one last time. “I’m so sorry. I wish I would have been there. I wish I could have done something, anything to save you. I would have taken your place in an instant.”

It was only at that moment that he looked down and noticed the hoodie you were wearing. His fingers lightly traced the bat emblem that was plastered across your chest. “You understood what this meant more than any of the boys. What it stood for and why. You just understood each of us better than anyone else. Now who’s going to mediate family dinners?”

Bruce waited a moment, almost as though he were expecting a reply. But when he didn’t get one, he whispered, “Thank you, for everything. You pulled me back from the edge so many times. You held us together when we threatened to shatter apart. You brought Jason back to us when I never thought he would forgive me. And I don’t know what we’ll do without you. But I hope wherever you are, you’re at peace. You deserve nothing less.”

He leaned over and placed a long kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Goodbye, my daughter.”

Then he turned and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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Whumptober 2022 | no. 19: Enough is Enough

Knees buckling | Repeatedly passing out | Head Lolling

From the BEAUTIFUL Turkish series Yalı Çapkını episode 6

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

#whumptober #whumptober 2022 #Yalı Çapkını #no. 19 #this guy keeps passing out in almost every episode!#plz don’t stop!#yali çapkını

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 17: HANGING BY A THREAT

breaking point | stress positions | reluctant caretaker

Veep s03e07: “Dan had a nervous collapse. Amy's taking him to the hospital.”

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Love is Good Medicine

You're pregnant with Tech's baby and he wants to make sure everything will be ok...even if it is annoying at times.

A/N: Whatever y'all did, I think it might've worked? It took me the entire day to write this though and I forgot to drink water so my brain is a little fried. Whumptober 2022. Prompt #8: Everything Hurts and I'm Dying (Stomach Pain).

Warnings: Pregnant reader. Mention of injections. Mentions of nausea and other pregnancy symptoms. Lots of fluff.

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"Tech, my tummy hurts," you whined. Nausea washed over your tired body in waves. You closed your eyes, leaning back into your chair, waiting for it to pass. You'd been like this all morning.

"You need something in your stomach, y/n." Tech said from the other room, "you haven't eaten all day."

You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on your large pregnant belly. "I've already got something in my stomach. It isn't helping."

"If you're referring to the baby, it isn't in your stomach," he poked his head around the corner to look at you with his finger in the air. "Rather, your uterus. Or womb." He paused, coming into the room, "but you already knew that so I assume you were joking." He smiled and bent down to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Let's go for a walk," you kissed him back.

"You're supposed to be on bed rest, cyare." He gently scolded, standing back up.

"Tech pleeease!" You whined, trying to get to your feet, unsuccessfully. Tech bit back a chuckle watching you struggle to lift your heavily pregnant body from the armchair. He gently grabbed your upper arm, easing you back into the chair before you fell. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, resting his forehead on your own as he reached up to cup your face in his warm hands.

"Cyare, you can barely get up on your own. I'm not sure it would be wise to go out on a walk, right now."

You pouted, looking up at him with a quivering lip. Tech's heart nearly broke in two at seeing the tears begin to form. It didn't take much to make you cry nowadays. Tech knew it was the hormones but it still hurt seeing you so upset.

"How about I make you some of that herbal tea you like so much?" he suggested, gently brushing the tears away with his thumb. "It will help settle your stomach and I know it soothes you."

You looked out the window wistfully.

After you'd been prescribed bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy, you had quickly realized that the Marauder was not going to be the best place for you to get the rest you needed. Tech agreed, and after discussion with the rest of the batch - and a lot of research - decided on a small cottage on Salucemi. It was far enough away from anything to allow you rest and privacy but close enough to Cut and Su in case of emergency. Tech wanted to be certain that there would be someone else there for you in the event that he was needed on the Marauder. His brothers ensured him that they'd be fine for the month or two he'd be gone, but Tech didn't want to leave anything to chance.

"Can't we just go on a little teeny tiny walk?" you begged, "I've been stuck inside for a month, Tech!"

Tech chewed his lip, you really were supposed to stay in bed.

"Please?" You sniffed and smiled up at him, holding his hand in yours.

He sighed, finding your pleas both amusing and endearing. He gently lifted your chin with a twinkle in his eye, kissing you softly on your lips. You giggled and he hummed in contentment.

"I suppose," he relented. He was finding it nearly impossible to say no. "I suppose getting some fresh air would be good for your health." You grinned widely.

Tech raised his infamous index finger and gently poked the tip of your nose. "As long as you take your medicine and let me get you something to eat first."

You wrinkled your nose at his demands, "Do I..."

"Yes." Tech kissed you again, anticipating your question. "I know you don't like it, cyar'ika, but the medicine is important for the health of both you and the baby."

You grumbled but you knew he was right as usual. "Okay fine. I guess I'll be good."

Tech smiled, "That's my girl."

He left and shortly came back with a steaming mug of tea and some toast with peanut butter spread across the top. For whatever reason, peanut butter toast was the only thing you'd been able to eat without being sick for the past week.

"Here," Tech handed you your vitamins and a small cup of water to wash them down.

When you'd finished, Tech led you gently to the bedroom. He kissed the back of your hand as he helped you onto the bed. "Now lie down and I'll be right back."

You frowned but did as you were told. Tech returned quickly with a syringe in hand.

"We'll get this over with quickly and then we can go outside, okay cyar'ika?"

You whined, hugging a pillow to your chest as you lay on your side.

You sniffed, glancing over your shoulder at Tech. He smiled softly and rubbed your back.

"No tears necessary. I'll be quick. I promise." He hated doing this to you but it was imperative you received all the vitamins and minerals you needed, especially considering your limited diet. He tugged down the waist of your pants and you shivered as he sterilized the area.

"And one..."

You squeaked as Tech quickly stuck the needle in with a fluid practiced motion and slowly pressed the plunger, releasing the medicine. It burned, nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

"Breathe, cyare. Almost done." He pulled out the needle and capped it, massaging the area with a warm hand to lessen the pain as he set the syringe aside. He leaned down and kissed the top of your ear, "All done. You did so good."

You turned to glare at him, "you didn't even count to three!"

Tech shrugged, "You tense up too much. It hurts less when you're not as tense."

"You're so mean," you grumbled.

Tech hummed into your ear as he climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He curled himself around you protectively, burying his face in your neck. "And does your stomach feel better now that you've eaten and taken your medicine?"

It did actually. The nausea you'd felt all morning was indeed gone thanks to the ministrations made by your husband. However, you weren't quite ready to admit that to him just yet.

"Hmm...I don't know?" you answered playfully.

Tech frowned, propping himself up onto his elbow. "What do you mean? Are you in pain?" You could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind going over any and all possible things that could be wrong with you.

"Tech?" You turned to look at him over your shoulder. His eyebrows were scrunched upwards like they did anytime he overanalyzed. You immediately felt bad. "Tech, honey, I was joking. I feel fine. You did good."

You rolled onto your back, causing Tech to scoot over, sitting up so he could look at you. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You smiled and grabbed his hand and kissed it. Tech met your eyes and you grinned cheekily. He raised an eyebrow.

"Although," you began with a wink, placing his hand on your swollen stomach, "maybe you'd better check to make sure."

He smiled, eyes crinkling behind his goggles. "I suppose I had better examine you then. Wouldn't want to miss anything."

Maker, how'd you get a man like this? Tech wasn't only smart, he was strong, compassionate, sensual, and - oh maker - he was adorable.

You loved him and despite your initial disbelief, you knew he loved you too.

You grinned as he slowly lifted your shirt, exposing your very pregnant belly. He leaned down placing one hand on each side of the bump, placing a kiss just above your navel.

"Is that better?"

You closed your eyes and sighed in contentment.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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Day 1: A little out of the Ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

“No! Heath, forgive me boy! I swear to you Nick I only meant to warn you off my land.”

#Whumptober 2022 #Day 1 #The Big Valley #1x08 #Heath Barkley #Shot #Classic Whump #1965

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Stand By Your Man

Whumptober 2022: 13. Dislocation, 31. Comfort Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott Word Count: 1919 TW: Shoulder Dislocation, Pain, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting Note: Based on the scene in Episode 8 of Outer Range.

You knew Rhett Abbott better than almost anyone else alive. The two of you had been best friends since elementary school, began dating junior year of high school, and had been engaged for the past year. Plus, you had been his head chute assistant since his very first bull ride. You knew when he was on top of the world, and when something was wrong. And from the second he was thrown from his bull and slammed into the ground, you knew something was very wrong.

You saw the way his eyes bulged as all the muscles in his jaw and neck clenched and tightened. How his fingers frantically clawed into the dirt as he tried to grasp onto something, anything. The way he struggled to rise to his feet even as the bull bucked and kicked inches from his prone, shaking body. You flew from your spot at the other end of the arena and rushed toward him.

By the time you cleared the distance, one of the barrelmen had managed to grab Rhett and haul him into the safety of one of the chutes. As you approached, he was staring woefully up at the scoreboard, and you glanced up just in time to see the results from his last ride drop his name to last place.

While equally as disappointed, at that moment all you cared about was the safety and well-being of your fiancé. Peering through the bars of the chute, you called out, “Rhett!”

Turning towards the sound of your voice, he stumbled to you, his right arm grasping his left so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The second he was out of the arena, your hands were all over him, roaming over his body as you tried to assess his injuries. “What is it? What happened?”

“Shoulder.” The single word dripped with pain as he thrust it through gritted teeth. When your fingers lightly brushed across the damaged spot, his face screwed up in agony.

Looking around quickly to make sure no one else had noticed his injury, you led him over to a secluded area behind the bleachers. However, your blood soon ran cold as you examined his injuries. You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your concern as you glanced up at him. “Baby…. This looks really bad. Your shoulder is dislocated at least. Probably worse. You can’t ride like this.”

“Just one more round. 8 seconds. That’s all I need.” His words were curt and choppy as he tried to spit them out through his clenched jaw.

“Rhett! It’s 8 seconds on top of a 2-thousand-pound bull with nothing to hold you on but your injured arm. If something goes wrong…. You could be killed.”

“If I don’t, I’ll be disqualified.” When he looked at you, his eyes were silently pleading with you through the pain. “If I move on, this’ll be our best chance ta get outta here. Once an’ for all. I can still win, I just…. I need your help.”

“Baby, I…. There are more important things than winning. I just…. it’s too dangerous. I can’t…” You tried to express exactly what you were feeling, yet the words wouldn’t come.

His jaw tightened and his nostrils flared as he glared at you. “Fine. You don’t have ta help. Just don’t stand in my way.” He swerved passed you, careful to avoid bumping his injured shoulder as he headed back towards the arena.

You stared after him, debating your next move. You could walk away, just head up into the stands and watch what happened during his ride or even walk out of the stadium, but you knew your nerves could never handle either of those scenarios. You could also go report him. One word to anyone on the medical team and they would pull him immediately. However, that would also be the end of your relationship. Rhett would never forgive you for getting him disqualified, especially against his explicit wishes. So, that left you with one option.

With a heavy sigh, you followed after your fiancé. He was leaning heavily against the side of the gate, watching the next rider as he tumbled to the ground. Another poor run, which meant Rhett had an even better chance of advancing. But only if he rode again.

You stood next to him silently for a moment as they cleared the arena for the next bout. Then, you muttered, “If nothing else, I’m gonna have to pop your arm back into place. You won’t even be able to grip the rope like this.”

His eyes darted to yours as a silent “thanks” passed between you. However, as he opened his mouth to say something, you quickly grabbed his arm and pulled. Rhett doubled over and he let out a strangled grunt, but you felt his arm slide back into its socket. Gently letting go of it, you leaned over and placed a long kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought it would be easier that way. At least the worst of it is over.”

Rhett slowly straightened, panting slightly as he said, “Thanks. Feels a little better.” Yet you watched as he tried to flex his fingers and another wave of pain shot across his face. Keeling over once more, he vomited weakly into the dust.

You squeezed your eyes together as you bit your lip, trying not to let the tears that were welling up in your eyes fall. Seeing Rhett in this much pain caused a physical ache in your chest and you knew whatever agony he was showing you was only a fraction of what he was really feeling. But there was nothing more you could do, so you just lay your hand on his hunched shoulders and rubbed soothing circles up and down his back.

After a few minutes, he looked up at you. “Can you go get me a beer?” he asked hoarsely as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

Giving his right shoulder a soft squeeze, you cooed, “Yeah, baby. Of course. I’ll be right back.”

When you returned a few moments later with a cold beer in your hand, Rhett was crouched down with his arm held tightly against his chest. You offered him the can and he gratefully took it from you. After taking a long swig, he swirled the liquid around in his mouth and spat it into the dirt. Then he downed the rest of the beer in one long chug.

When he nodded softly at you, you gently wrapped your hands around his uninjured arm and helped haul him to his feet. He still flinched, yet the pain didn’t seem to be as bad as before. Sighing, he began to walk back over to the chute but you stopped him.

Grasping his face between your hands, you forced him to look at you. “Rhett. If you can’t do this, it’ll be okay. Don’t throw away your entire career by going out there and hurting yourself worse. There’ll be other competitions, other rides. I’ll stand behind you, whatever you decide, just don’t let your pride destroy you.”

Rhett stared into your eyes from underneath his hat. “I can do this. I know I can.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. Then you get out there and show them what you got.”

For the first time since climbing onto the bull back in the chute, a hint of a smile fluttered across Rhett’s face. He tilted your chin back so he could place a firm kiss on your lips before pulling back and resting the brim of his hat against your forehead. Stroking your cheek, he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmured back. “Now we have to go before you’re disqualified.”

You helped Rhett back over to the chute just as his bull was being loaded up. A few of the other guys shot you a questioning glance as they saw how Rhett was holding his arm, but you flashed them an icy glare and they instantly backed down. You had been working with most of these guys long enough for them to know if you said Rhett was good to go, he was good to go. You just hoped this time you weren’t lying.

Over the loud snorts and bellows of the bull, you could just make out Rhett’s groans of pain as Tom and Kyle helped lower him onto the beast. You just hoped you were the only one who noticed.

Rhett’s eyes flickered to yours for a moment before glancing down at the bull rope next to his hand. Immediately, you understood. While his shoulder was no longer dislocated, he was still too weak and in too much pain to secure the rope as tightly as it needed to be. Without a word, you leaned over and coiled the rope around his hand before closing his fingers around it. You gave his fist a reassuring squeeze. He gave you a soft nod of thanks.

As everyone began retreating from the chute, you saw Rhett glance up into the stands and you watched as his face fell. You knew exactly who he was looking for, and it somehow didn’t surprise you when you looked to the spot his family always sat and found only an empty hole. Not a single one of them had stayed to watch Rhett’s last ride.

Swallowing your anger and disgust, you gently grabbed Rhett’s chin and turned his face so he had to drag his gaze away from the stands. Once his eyes met yours, you smiled and whispered, “Hey… you got this, baby. Now, give ‘em hell.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he dipped his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

You grinned and leaned over to kiss his cheek one last time before you jumped off the side of the chute and ran over to the edge of the arena to watch his ride. Just before they opened the gate, you took a deep breath and held it.

Seconds later, Rhett’s bull exploded from the chute with Rhett clinging on tightly with one hand, the other held high in the air. He didn’t quite have his usual grace and agility, but all things considered, he was doing a lot better than you thought he would.

Come on, baby. Just eight seconds. You can do it. Just hold on.

The timer illuminated on the scoreboard had never moved so slowly before. Each second seemed to drag on for an hour or more. But finally, it reached the blessed 8 and the siren sounded but you barely heard it over the sound of your cheers.

Rhett tumbled off the side of the bull and scurried to his feet to avoid being trampled. He managed to get to the chute safely but you still couldn’t relax yet. As soon as you saw he was safe, your eyes shot to the scoreboard. Once again, time seemed to stop as you waited for his scores to fill the board. appear………………

"Yes!" you screamed as the scores began scrolling across the board. It was an amazing total, more than enough to make up for his first ride and secure him a spot in the championship. "That's my man!"

Rhett must have heard you because he turned towards the sound of your voice, his face beaming under the arena lights. When he spotted you, he exaggeratedly mouthed I love you. You grinned and replied I love you too.

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