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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 4 months

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Whumpuary 2024 Day 8

8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful"

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“Your screaming is really starting to get on my nerves.”

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed into a poisonous glare. It was kind of cute, really—those big doe eyes shooting daggers at Whumper. As if there was anything they could do while tied to the chair. They made another angry, muffled noise behind the gag that sounded like it was supposed to be a sentence.

“What was that?” Whumper teased, stopping in front of Whumpee and smirking down at them. “I can’t understand you, honey.”

Their hostage screamed again, pulling uselessly at their restraints. This was fun already; Whumper wondered how much more fun it would be if the little spitfire could talk.

They circled behind the chair and began untying the gag, shushing Whumpee when they flinched away. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.”

Whumpee jerked their head away as the scarf was pulled from their mouth. “Untie me right the fuck now!” they demanded.

“Fiesty,” Whumper commented with amusement. They ruffled Whumpee’s hair before walking leisurely back in front of them. “You certainly are brave—or is it reckless, maybe? Don’t you know you’re my hostage?”

“If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already,” they growled.

“I don’t want to kill you. But there’s other ways for me to shut you up. Teach you to obey.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Still glaring, still struggling, but the poor thing looked exhausted. Whumper could see the tired look in their eyes, and the carefully guarded fear. Their clothes were dirty and rumpled, hair messy, and a bruise was forming on one of their forearms.

Whumper raised an eyebrow. “You look awful.”

The comment earned them an annoyed huff this time. “You just kidnapped me, how am I supposed to look?”

“Listen,” Whumper said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose. “I’m just waiting on your guys to give me the money, okay? And then I'll let you go. So just chill the fuck out until then.”

“Untie me.”

“What, do you think I'm crazy?” Whumper asked. “No, you’re staying right there, safely restrained, until I'm done with you.”

Those big, doe eyes looked up at Whumper, imploring now rather than defiant. “Please?”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“Worth a shot,” Whumpee said with a shrug. “Just so you know—as soon as I get free, I’m gonna kill you.”

Whumper laughed. They placed their hands on Whumpee’s wrists and leaned over them, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek despite Whumpee’s protest. With a grin, they murmured, “Oh honey, I can’t wait to see you try.”

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno8 #muffled screams #hostage #you look awful #captive whumpee #hostage whump #intimate whumper #gagged whumpee #defiant whumpee #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #enemies to lovers #enemies and lovers #banter #snippet

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 26: Seeing double, “You look awful”

A little sickfic because I haven’t done many of those yet. Thank goodness we’re getting near the end of the month, I’m rapidly running out of juice for these hahahahahaha

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Warnings: not much. Feeling dizzy, and mentions of throwing up.

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He was so tired.

Hyrule’s lip wobbled at the thought of continuing on, of not just sitting down and resting his head against a tree. But he stubbornly bit down on his lip, ignoring the tremble in his legs and the soreness of his throat, and kept marching.

He’d woken up feeling heavy and aching, shivering in cool air that he’d normally relish. An ache had taken up residence in his throat, and whenever Hyrule swallowed, it was like he’d swallowed a handful of knives.

The urge to cough rose in his throat, but Hyrule swallowed it down, wincing at the pain from the action. Surely he was just feeling the effects of using so much magic in that battle yesterday. Normally a good night’s sleep helped with that, but he must have just used more then he thought.

He refused to entertain the notion of being sick.

I’m fine, Hyrule told himself firmly, keeping up with the others despite how badly he wanted to drag behind. It’s just a little extra tiredness. It’ll be fine once we stop for the night, I just need to keep going until then.

He ignored the fact that the sun was still high in the sky.

Hyrule was unable to stop himself from coughing, but he muffled it as best as he could. Normally when this sort of thing happened to him, he’d make tracks for the nearest safe area possible, a cave, or town if he was lucky... the roots of a tree if he wasn’t.

But he wasn’t traveling by himself, he was with a group. One that couldn’t afford to just stop moving until he was well enough to continue, not if they were going to have any chance of finding the rest of the heroes they’d been separated from.

So Hyrule pushed through the shivers that kept trying to slow him down, ignoring the tremble in his legs. He traveled a little further away from the others so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion, staying closer to the trees at the side of the path, and when Wild joined him, he didn’t say much. Wild didn’t seem to care though, and happily pointed out mushrooms and birds with only minimal reply from Hyrule.

Hyrule’s head started to pound the longer the afternoon dragged on though, pulsing behind his eyes. His throat grew even more sore, and his whole head seemed to have been lifted up into a cloud, leaving his thoughts misty and hard to focus on.

All he could really do was keep walking.

Hyrule realized suddenly that words were being directed at him, and he tried to listen to them. Something about... being okay? He quickly nodded, hoping the wordless response wouldn’t garner suspicion.

“Are you sure ‘Rule?” the voice asked again, and Hyrule focused in enough to figure out that it was Wild squinting at him with a concerned look. “You... look kind of awful.”

Hyrule swallowed.

“Fine,” Hyrule got out in a normal-enough sounding voice. “Just... little tired.”

“...Do you need a break?” Wild asked a little worriedly.

“No,” Hyrule quickly replied, and fought back a cough. “I’ll be fine.”

Wild frowned, but somebody called his name and his attention was grabbed. Hyrule went back to focusing on walking, even as it grew harder and harder to force his feet to lift up off the ground.

It would normally have been an easy path they were hiking along, only a slight slope with barely a root or rock to trip on. But the ground kept swimming in and out of his vision, doubling and moving around along with the trees around him.

Hyrule wasn’t sure when he’d stopped moving, but he realized suddenly his feet weren’t listening anymore when he told them to go. All he could do was stand in place, the world swirling around him, and try not to fall over.

“Hyrule?”

The voice came from far away, and Hyrule closed his eyes, suddenly feeling nauseous. Why was he so cold? It had been hot just a few minutes ago, and the sun was still beating down on his forehead.

The world kept tilting. Why was it doing that?

“Hyrule!”

Something grabbed at him, and Hyrule startled, blinking his eyes open again. For some reason the world had gone sideways, and the angle only made his head hurt even worse.

“Hyrule, are you okay?”

“Oh, I knew he looked off! He was all shaky when I talked to him!”

“Traveler?”

Hyrule turned his head and looked dizzily up at several faces, unable to focus on any of them. Someone moved a little closer, and Hyrule figured out that one was Legend, apparently the one who’d caught him if the angle of his head was to be trusted.

Or maybe not. He still wasn’t sure,

“Hyrule are you okay? Are you hurt?” Legend asked sharply, and Hyrule felt tears prick behind his eyes for some reason. He was just so tired.

“Not hurt,” he rasped, and swallowed, his throat aching worse then ever. “Can keep going.”

Something was placed on his forehead, and Hyrule heard a low noise of concern, along with a sigh.

“He’s burning up,” a voice that might’ve been Sky said, and Hyrule found himself leaning into the touch on his face, the hand delightfully cool and comforting.

“Hyrule, How long have you been sick?” someone else asked. Twilight maybe? No, he wasn’t here, they were looking for him and the others... right?

He couldn’t remember.

“‘M not, just tired,” Hyrule protested, his head spinning more all of a sudden. “Not.”

“Buddy, you’re definitely sick,” someone else’s voice spoke up, and Hyrule closed his eyes again as the spinning around him got worse. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?“

“...dunno,” he whispered, unable to find the words to explain. His head hurt too much to explain anything.

Hyrule swallowed back a whimper, and the hand on his forehead brushed some hair from his eyes. A sigh came from somewhere above him, and then the hands holding him shifted a little.

“There should be a good spot to camp a bit up ahead if we’re where I think we are. We can stop early for the night,” someone said, and Hyrule opened his eyes again.

“Don’t have to stop, keep going,” he croaked, and tried to sit up, weakly pushing at the arms around him.

They pushed back to keep him down, but what really stopped Hyrule was the rapid lurching of the world around him as he sat up.

The faces looking at him swirled into an unidentifiable smear of features, blond and pink and brownish hair mixing with all different shades of blue eyes. The entire world joined in, trees and sunlight and words and pine needles spinning and twirling around him in dizzying colors that nearly made him throw up.

And suddenly he was lying down, blankets on top of him with fingers carding gently through his hair.

Hyrule dizzily opened his eyes, his head still pounding, and saw Legend sitting next to him, looking entirely lost in thought. The light from the sky was much more orange then it had been, and a confused noise escaped Hyrule’s lips.

Legend immediately turned to him at the noise, relief and something Hyrule couldn’t read in his gaze.

“Hey Roolie,” he said in soft voice, scooting closer. “How are you feeling? Any better?”

“Mm,” Hyrule murmured, his throat violently reminding him of its soreness. It felt worse then earlier, and he closed his eyes as he swallowed against it.

The hand carding through his hair paused, and a face leaned over his, scars looking less pink in the orangey light.

“You feel up for some soup? Or just water, or whatever? If you want something specific I can make it for you,” Wild said with a little smile, and Hyrule blinked back tears again.

“Water,” he whispered, and Wild nodded and stepped away, presumably to get it.

Silence settled between him and Legend, and Hyrule closed his eyes as the world threatened to begin spinning again. Every bit of him felt wrung out and achy, and while lying down was better then moving, he still felt awful.

On more then one account.

“Traveler.”

Hyrule slowly opened an eye, and saw Legend watching him, his face creased.

“You know you can tell us if you’re sick, right?” he started with, and Hyrule swallowed. “You don’t have to just act like you’re fine.”

“Needed... to keep going,” Hyrule croaked, and Legend’s frown grew.

“You’re allowed to need rest, traveler,” Legend said sternly, and Hyrule shifted under his blankets. “The others can wait, it’s okay.”

“But they...”

“Hyrule,” Legend said, and Hyrule met his eyes, looking at the crystalline blue. “Would the others want you to run yourself utterly ragged looking for them? Would they be happy to learn that you collapsed because you wouldn’t take a hint from your body and kept going, despite how you were burning up with a fever and sound like you gargled lava rocks?”

“...probably not,” Hyrule whispered.

“Exactly,” Legend finished, and his voice softened a little. “Everyone gets sick sometimes, ‘Rule. You just have to let yourself rest sometimes.”

Hyrule felt a bit of a smile pull at his lips. “Kinda... hypocritical coming from... you.”

Legend immediately looked offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He means you do the exact same moronic thing when you’re sick,” Wild said as he came back. “You refuse to admit it and just keep going on your merry way until all of a sudden you’re throwing up on Warriors’ boots.”

Legend flushed. “That was one time.”

“Yeah and Warriors complained about it for weeks after!”

Hyrule rasped out a laugh, and Legend helped him sit up so he could drink the water Wild had brought. It looked like he’d mixed some potion in along with it, and the burning ache in his throat eased a little as he drank, sweet and cool as it slipped down his throat.

He finished with a tired sigh, and Legend lowered him back down, the hand going back to carding through his hair again.

“Try and rest some more, Hyrule. We’ve got your back,” Wild said with a smile, and Hyrule faintly returned it.

His blankets around him were pulled back up to his chin, and Hyrule closed his eyes, still feeling like a heavy weight was pulling him down.

But he also felt lighter then before, and he let himself relax, a hand on his forehead the last thing he felt before he dropped off.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu Wild #linked universe fanfic #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #day 26 #seeing double #you look awful #fic #writing from the floor #mmmm this is kind of a disaster but it’s something #i repurposed an idea i had for a few days ago here and I guess it worked ok #I need to figure out what I’m writing for today...

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whump-they-it-is · 6 months

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Whumptober

No.26) "You look awful"

*She ain't lying (also that little smile!!!)

#whump #logan marshall green #whumptober #you look awful #no26 #telling lies #video game #beat up #im aware the prompt is you look awful and not terrible but lets not split hairs here people

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omgiamwish · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 26 - "You look awful."

#whumptober2023 #no.26 #you look awful #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #art #injury #kageyama ritsu #ritsu kageyama #suzuki shou #shou suzuki #fan art #artists on tumblr

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suspensefulpen · 4 months

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Whumpuary Day 16: “You Look Awful”

TW: Bad Caretaker, Captivity, Fever

@whumpuary

Whumpee coughed with a grimace. There was nothing they hated more than being sick. They never felt more terrible. It seemed as if everything was a lot worse, whether that was Whumper’s degrading or Caretaker’s. They weren’t in the mood for it today. Everything was hurting.

Caretaker walked into the room with another cup of hot tea. They smiled, placing it in Whumpee’s shaking hands. “You look awful, Whumpee.”

They only frowned at them as they sipped the tea. It was quick to dissolve as they began choking, nearly spilling the hot beverage on themself.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. It’s still a little hot. I hope it didn’t burn too much.” Caretaker giggled. “By the way, Whumper said they hope you get better soon.”

They were quick to take the cup away when Whumpee’s coughs became more harsh. Caretaker sighed, rolling their eyes as they patted their back. “Oh Whumpee, you’re so pathetic. You can’t even do for yourself.”

Whumpee wiped their mouth and pulled their blankets over themself. “Go away. I hate both of you.”

“Aw!” Caretaker placed the cup down on the bedside table. They leaned over to peek at Whumpee’s angry expression. They pulled the blankets away from their face, only to be pushed away. “It’s okay, maybe one day you’ll learn how to do things on your own.” Caretaker placed a kiss on Whumpee’s temple and picked up the cup. On their way out the room, they paused to pull at the chain restraining Whumpee to the bed, earning a pained hiss. They hummed and shut the door behind themself. Whumpee curled up underneath the blankets, holding themself tightly as tears gathered in their eyes.

One day they’d make it out of here. They knew it for sure. They didn’t know when or how, but it was bound to happen someday.

#whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno16 #you look awful #whump #whump writing #bad caretaker #caretaking #captivity #captive whumpee #emotional whump #sick whump #sickfic #fever #fever whump #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr

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99point9percentwhump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 26 - seeing double / you look awful

The Lieutenant S1E20

#whumptober 2023 #day 26 #seeing double #you look awful #vintage whump #the Lieutenant #sick #woozy #collapse #worry #face touching #appendicitis

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short-form-whump · 6 months

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The Whumper’s fist opens slightly as it stays pressed against their mouth as a small gesture of invitation. “Sit,” they say. “Please.” The Whumpee steps forward and takes a seat at a table in a bar across from the Whumper. The wood chair creaks loudly in the quiet room and draws the attention of the Whumper’s henchmen standing by each door. The Whumpee slowly raises and rests their hands on top of the table. The Whumper has a lit cigarette resting in an ashtray and half-empty pint glass in the space between them. “You look tired,” the Whumper says. “You look old,” the Whumpee’s raspy voice retorts. The Whumper smiles from behind their fist, revealing their crow’s feet which blend with the scars around their eyes. “I sometimes feel like it’s time to retire,” the Whumper says, lowering their hand and laying it flat on the table in a mirrored gesture with the Whumpee. “But what a waste it would be to not use my mind reading power.” The Whumpee stares at them flatly, looking both battered and exhausted. The Whumper looks them over, then after a short pause they pick up the cigarette. “Nobody would be here to listen to that loud and clear wondering of yours: Just how fast could I get that glass, smash it into the table, and stab that piece of shit right in the face.” The Whumpee’s chair creaks from shifting their weight and their eyes dart to the pint glass before coming back to the Whumper’s intense glare that’s just daring them to do it. The Whumper takes a slow drag of their cigarette and puts it out on the table, ascribing a final paraphrased thought to the Whumpee while they do: “Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change. And the wisdom to know when I’m backed into a corner with no way out.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.26 #you look awful #oc #whump writing #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whump scenes #whump blog

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kybercrystals94 · 6 months

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Just a Good Cup of Caf

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 26 | Prompt 26: Seeing Double | “You Look Awful.”

Rating: G

Words: 683

Summary: Hunter just wants a good cup of caf. Is that too much to ask??

The sound of the caf machine sputtering to life in the kitchen area makes Hunter sit up straight in the pilot’s chair where he has sat for the last thousand rotations...give or take. He just had to draw the short straw and get first watch after a 36 standard hour mission with no sleep. He could probably convince any of his brothers to start their shift early. They aren’t heartless monsters. But Hunter refuses to cut his shift short, no matter how many times he goes cross-eyed. Out of principle. And pride. Mostly pride.

Hunter tries to determine which of the members is already up. His first guess is Echo, who seems to struggle staying asleep for any length of time, although Tech is in that same category. He doesn’t bother to put Wrecker on the list, the odds of him being awake already and making caf would be a miracle. Crosshair does make the list, but settles at the bottom, able to sleep through almost anything when he puts his mind to it.

The next mental list Hunter creates is which one he would hope to be making caf. Each Batcher has a different method which results in vastly different flavors, despite using the same tin of grounds. Hunter, he even admits, does not make good caf. He can never get the proportions right.

Echo makes the strongest caf, brewed so dark one almost has to chew the stuff. Hunter shudders at the thought. He hopes Echo isn’t making caf.

Tech appreciates the idea of caf, but does not like the flavor, which means a weak brew with enough sweetener to rot bones. The Batch always teases him that it isn’t the caf that keeps him up, but the sugar. Tech adamantly disagrees.

Wrecker doesn’t make caf as a rule, simply because he somehow manages to always break the machine in some way, although none of them have figured out how he does it.

The golden child of making caf is Crosshair. Crosshair doesn’t even drink caf, only making it begrudgingly at the desperate request of his brothers who can all agree that his concoction is absolutely perfect. Not too strong or weak, and not burned. Please let it be Crosshair.

However, Hunter realizes dejectedly, unless Crosshair woke up early and is in a generous mood, the likelihood of getting a good cup of caf is practically nonexistent. It will either be sludge or dirty water. Though, as his vision doubles yet again, he pushes himself up to accept whichever fate might await him.

He treads lightly down the hall, stretching the stiff muscles in his back, shoulders and neck. When he turns into the kitchen, his weary heart lifts when he is met by Crosshair glaring at him over a steaming mug. “You look awful,” the sniper says.

“Thanks.” Hunter is too tired to roll his eyes. “You make caf?”

Crosshair grins wickedly. “No. Echo did.” He nods his head in the direction of the table.

Hunter’s eyes drift to where their fifth squad member sits with his own mug of the brewed liquid. “I made you a cup,” Echo says, “Crosshair was just about to bring it to you.”

“Out of the kindness of his heart, I’m sure,” Hunter grumbles, but he accepts the caf anyway.

“It was going to be a surprise,” Crosshair says.

Hunter narrows his eyes at his brother, doesn’t miss the subtle smirk as Crosshair ducks past him.

Echo chuckles from his corner. “Hunter. I didn’t make the caf. Cross did.”

“What?” Hunter’s exhausted mind can’t keep up. “But…”

“He told you it was me as a prank,” Echo explains patiently. “Thought it’d be funny to see the look on your face when you thought he made caf and it turned out it was me. Which, I will admit, was fairly entertaining — even though it was at my expense.” Echo takes a careful sip of his caf.

Hunter smiles and takes a long drink of the perfect, scalding beverage. Leave it to Cross to do something kind for a brother disguised as a mischievous act.

END

Author’s Note: I don’t think there is anything quite so trivially disappointing as going to a coffee shop, ordering a coffee, getting it, and taking that first wonderful sip…only for the shots to be burned, or it’s just not made “right.” **sigh**

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#whumptober 2023 #Day 26 #Prompt 26 #Seeing Double #You look awful #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #caf #exhaustion #brothers are the best and the worst #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fics by kyber

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rd-eternity · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.” | Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Getting back into the feel of high school is a tall order for Liam, who has more than enough on his plate, on top of dealing with most of his classmates previously trying to kill him. Luckily, Theo has a few ideas.

Liam wakes alone, a blanket tucked around him, sun still flooding his room with light. He blinks a few times, seeing Theo at his desk on his laptop. “I can’t cuddle you from over there,” he groans, voice rough from sleep. “Come here please.” Theo gathers a stack of papers from the desk and closes the computer. He gets out of the chair, sitting next to Liam, hand stroking through his hair. Liam leans into it, clutching onto his legs. “You slept less than half an hour,” he says. “It’s Friday, which means you can do homework later in the weekend. I want you to sleep tonight.” He shakes his head, forehead brushing Theo’s thigh when he pulls himself closer. “I have homework to get done, I need to be better at lacrosse, go on patrol-” A finger pressing against his lips stops him, eyes snapping up to meet Theo’s. “What-” “Come on.” He gets up, leaning over Liam, who flops onto his back. Theo rolls his eyes. He scoops one arm underneath his knees, the other around his upper back, lifting him from the bed. Liam shrieks, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to keep himself attached. “If I knew you liked being carried around, I would’ve bribed you with it sooner,” he teases, making Liam hold the stack of papers while he princess-carried him out the room and down the stairs.

#thiam #archive of our own #fanfiction #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #whumptober2023 #no.26 #working to exhaustion #you look awful #seeing double #hurt/comfort #fluff and angst #love confessions #fic moodboard

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aprocessionofthoughts · 6 months

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You Look Awful

whumptober2023 day 26- 'you look awful' fandom- Danny phantom TW- none summary- Valerie and Danny have a group project

ao3 whumptober23 masterlist part 3 of DA

Today was thankfully a good day, with minimal discomfort. And Danny took that as a sign that school would also go well. Of course he was wrong.

“And for your midterm, you will be working with a partner to create a presentation on an twentieth century author.” said Mr. Lancer.

Danny looked over at Tucker, Sam was in the Brit Lit class, but then Mr. Lancer continued.

“For this project I will be assigning partners so there are no,” he gave several people including Danny a pointed look, “shenanigans.”

Danny waited impatiently for his name to be called. Please not Dash. Please not Dash. Please not Dash. Please not Dash.

“And Mr. Fenton you will be partnered with Ms. Gray.”

Danny felt like slamming his head onto the table, but was just barely able to resist. He took it back. He’d rather be with Dash. Valerie was usually alright, but she still hated his ghostly guts and that sometimes made conversations uncomfortable. At least with the bully Danny wouldn’t have to deal with someone ranting about the ‘evil ghost boy’ and how his parents were right to try and destroy Phantom.

Valerie sat down in the desk beside him.

“So, what author do you want to do?”

Danny shrugged, then gave in and laid his head on his desk. “I don’t care. I’ll go with whatever you want.”

Val sighed.

“Can you at least help me look for one?”

Danny sighed but pulled out his computer and began looking up authors, beside him Valerie was looking the same.

Danny’s left hand twinged and he grimaced, rubbing at it with his right hand.

“You good?”

“Yeah, my hand just cramped.” Danny lied, not looking at her.

“Look, no offense, but you look awful.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “That is, like, the opposite of non offensive.”

Valerie huffed. “I just mean it looks like you haven’t slept in days. You stay up all night playing video games?”

“Something like that.” Danny said. “What about this author, he liked writing ghost stories.”

Valerie scowled, but allowed the topic change. “What’s the name?”

“Robert Aickman. It says on Wiki that he was part of something called the Ghost Club. that sounds right up your alley.”

“What?” Valerie said, suspicious.

“Because we live in Amity.” Danny deflected.

Valerie stared at him for a moment before sighing. “Fine. We can do that.”

“Cool. When do you want to meet?”

“I work today after school, but I can do tomorrow. Meet at the library?”

“Sure.”

#whumptober #no.26 #you look awful #danny phantom #Danny fenton #valerie gray #fanfic #whumptober 2023

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quietlyimplode · 6 months

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 26 - You look awful

Warnings: injuries

Word Count: 1.3k (gif not mine)

Summary: aftermath of the taking of the tower. The avengers reunite.

A/N: <3

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

2014

NEW YORK

Tony feels sick.

Pulled into consciousness as he feels the air on his fall face; he twists in the wrongness of being held and flown all at once.

“Tony— no!” a male voice calls.

He feels like he’s falling even as he’s picked up again, pressure on his stomach; the movement jarring and causing him to vomit into the air.

“Oh—no.”

He looks up and sees Sam and his wings, before the ground rushes to meet him.

Natasha hugs Clint, taking his head in her hands and pushing her forehead to his.

“You look awful,” she whispers, her hand coming away with blood.

“Are you—“

She sees Yelena behind him and her face morphs.

“You both came to rescue me?”

She pulls Yelena into a hug.

Steve stands awkwardly behind them and Yelena looks to him.

“I’m umm, Steve,” he says waving a little.

“I know who you are, Captain America,” she smiles.

He nods, chagrined.

“How do we get out?” Clint asks looking around, “where Tony, Pepper, Maria and Sam? Have you found them?”

Steve nods, and Natasha sits back down, the sun rising, overhead.

It feels like it’s been such a long night.

“They should be on the ground now,” he replies.

“Sam will come back once Tony is safe.”

Clint looks around, Christmas paraphernalia everywhere.

He feels sad, and guilty that they weren’t here to help.

Despite all the building movements, there’s only parts of the budding where the concrete has fallen, smashed and sunken; some of it still feels untouched.

“What happened here?”

Steve paces around.

“The electricity went out, I think someone tried to attack the building - there were shadows around—“

“We killed some Hydra men,” Yelena adds helpfully.

“Oh, okay,” he pauses, “it must have been them? They must have entered the building, because Jarvis wasn’t responding, then the building shut down. I couldn’t leave, until you and Bruce came,” he says to Natasha.

“Do you think he’s okay?” he adds worriedly.

Natasha nods.

“He’ll be okay, the Hulk will take care of him,” she assures.

“We found Maria, and then Sam, and Pepper; but Tony, it took us a while to get to him, he was knocked out,” she finishes.

“What’s a Jarvis?” Yelena asks .

“AI,” Clint tells her, “but like a good one that helps a lot.”

She sees Sam in the sky and points.

They move to the edge of the building and he waves as he lands safely next to them.

“Who’s next?” he asks, offering a hand.

“How’s Tony?” Natasha asks, pushing Yelena forward.

“He’s okay, he’s with Pepper, they’re taking them both to hospital now. Maria is organising everyone well.”

The sun is brighter now, opening over the city, as it begins the day; most blissfully unaware of the commotion of the tower.

“I’ll come back,” he promises, taking Yelena’s hand, “and I won’t drop you.”

He grasps his back.

“Good, because that would be a stupid way to die,” she deadpans.

Sam nods, and takes off with her; leaving Steve, Clint and Natasha standing on the precipice of the building.

“Is your head okay?” Natasha asks softly, sitting on the edge of the open building.

Clint perches next to her.

“Flew threw a window with your sister in hand,” he tells her, “then there a building coming down around us.”

Natasha checks him, and finds a gash in his hairline.

“I think it’ll need stitches,” she winces.

He touches, and copies her face, “I guess we will see Tony at the hospital anyway.”

Sam returns and she motions for him to take Clint, who argues to take Natasha and then rolls his eyes and takes Steve instead.

“Your turn next okay?” Natasha tells him, nudging him, “otherwise I’m kicking you off the building and Sam will have to save you.”

Clint grumbles and nods, and they wait side by side as the sun continues to rise.

The hospital is not Natasha’s favourite place, but for her friends she’ll take it, reframe it as a place of healing, and supposed safety.

One look at Yelena’s face, though, and she can feel the anxiety roll off her.

In an instant, she grabs at her hand and squeezes.

“It’s okay,” she says in Russian, “it’s not for us.”

It does nothing to alleviate the anxiety and fear but somehow pushes her to follow Clint into the med bay to get his head stitched.

“I’ll stay with him,” she offers, watching Natasha as she looks around and tries to see any of the others.

Her hypervigilance does nothing to help calm Clint as he does the same, both of them stressed at the outcome for Tony and Bruce, even Maria and Pepper.

Steve and Sam had left them - wanting to figure out the Tower and make sure if there was anything to happen they were there to help.

Steve also reasoned that he was probably the only one strong enough to move anything and Sam had the knowledge to reboot the tower, or at the very least thought he did.

If they could do that, then maybe, they could find out who tried to infiltrate the tower.

The doctor starts with Clint and Natasha rises, Yelena stays and nods swapping positions, so she can see what the doctor is doing.

For Natasha it feels more protective than curious.

She doesn’t really know what happened between them in the hours they were alone together, but the tentative trust seems to be something that both of them had built.

Leaving, Natasha sees Pepper’s blonde hair, and almost runs towards her, her relief at finding her mostly unscathed, except for what looks like a few bruises and cuts, is explicit as she hugs her.

“How’s Tony?” she asks.

Pepper starts to cry, and apologizes for it.

“I’m sorry, I just.. The building fell underneath us and I thought he was dead. We were trapped before - his arm, was caught. He’s in surgery now, they say it’s just to make sure the bones heal right.”

She hides her face and Natasha rubs her back.

“Come with me,” she says, and leads her to Yelena and Clint, sitting her down gently.

“He’ll be okay,” she promises.

Clint says hello, and Natasha introduces Yelena, who nods but doesn’t say anything, unsure what to do with tears and a weeping woman.

“Do you know where Maria is?” Natasha asks, wanting to set eyes on everyone, now they weren’t in a falling building.

Pepper shrugs.

The doctor had finished with Clint, giving them the instructions for cleaning the wound, then looked around.

“Does anyone else need anything?”

Shaking her head, Natasha smiles.

“No thanks,” she nods, despite the bruises on her ribs where the Hulk had grabbed her, or even the headache that seemed to be building from before the day started.

The doctor checks with the others and then leaves them in the room.

“God I’m tired,” she admits, openly.

“Me too,” Clint groan, leaning back on the plinth.

Yelena sighs.

Taking a moment in the quiet, no one dares to break the silence, each in their own thoughts.

Tony lays unconscious, surrounded by Natasha, Rhodey, Clint, Steve, Sam and Pepper.

Yelena had left, with a promise to return, swearing to Natasha she’d be back.

Bruce still hadn’t turned up, but there’s been no reports of the Hulk smashing anything, and Fury had promised to look whilst they all waited for Tony to wake up.

Natasha stands, feeling strange and not wanting to be around anyone.

It started to feel too much.

Clint looks at her sharply before she signs she needs to go to the toilet.

He nods and leans back into his chair.

Leaving, she looks for a stairwell, a spare room, anything to break down in.

She feels the flood of emotions and the let down from the adrenaline, feels the loss of home and safety in an area that was supposed to be the safest.

She could have lost her friends.

Family.

Natasha feels tears coming as she squats in the corner of the room, obscured by chairs and lets the emotions come.

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kayamark · 6 months

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Whumptober: No. 26 - "You look awful"

The imperial coroner (2021)

Ep 25

#Whumptober #whumptober 2023 #you look awful #The imperial coroner #chinese drama #whump #whump community #asian whump #kdrama #asian #cdrama #chinese #male whump

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arecaceae175 · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 26: "You look awful"

Warriors and Legend, hurt/comfort, 362 words. AO3 link.

Warnings: none really? bit of sleep issues

Whump rating: 1/5

“You look awful,” Warriors said.

Legend felt the tips of his ears burn pink. He ducked his head and shoved his blankets more aggressively into his bag.

“Well, fuck you, too,” Legend said.

“Vet, I mean it. Did you get any sleep last night?” Warriors asked.

Legend rolled his eyes and tossed his bag over his shoulder. He stood up, trying his best to ignore the way his joints popped and clicked as he did so, and gave Warriors the harshest glare he could manage.

“Unlike you, I can function just fine without my beauty sleep. I won’t slow us down,” Legend said. He strode past Warriors, not bothering to move to the side when Warriors didn’t. Legend's shoulder hit Warriors’ roughly as he walked.

“Legend,” Warriors said, then grabbed Legend’s arm.

Legend groaned and reluctantly turned around. “Fine, what? What do you want?”

Warriors’ expression was full of concern. Legend felt some of the tension slip out of him.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Warriors asked.

Legend sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m alright. I’m tired and achy, but I can deal.”

Warriors’ frown deepened. He let go of Legend’s arm as his eyes moved around their camp: to the others still packing their things, to the sun’s position in the sky, to Wild packing up the last of his cooking supplies.

“Let Wild make you some tea,” Warriors said. Legend was shaking his head before Warriors finished speaking.

“We can’t afford to stop. We have to make it to the town by the nightfall,” Legend said.

“I know,” Warriors said. “We can’t stop, but we can wait ten minutes. We won’t be able to hold pace if you’re in pain.”

Legend bristled. “Are you saying I’m a liability? That I’m going to slow us down?”

Warriors huffed in annoyance. “No, of course not. I’m being practical. I don’t want you to be in pain, you arse, so drink the tea and be done with it.”

Legend paused, fiddling with the charms on his bag. “Fine.

Warriors frown finally broke. It didn’t quite turn up into a smile, but it was much closer than before. “Good.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.26 #you look awful #linked universe #fic #tw: none #lu warriors #lu legend #disabled legend #ace writes

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