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jamiesfootball · 1 month

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i would LOVE to see what you do with “when will you learn?” for the prompt drabbles MWAH

All Rebecca had texted her mother that morning was, "Hope things are well [heart emoji]."

And then this shit.

"Again?! Mother, that's the third time this month."

"You know your father. He just gets a bit whimsical when things are going well."

"No. He's trying to buy you back. That's what he's doing."

"Well, they've all been lovely gifts!"

"Of course they are, mother. Because he's a miserable, shriveled up cock who thinks he can buy your affections because you let him get away with it."

"I'm not naive, Rebecca. I know exactly what kind of man your father is. You're the one who seems to need the reminder. Honestly, Sausage, when will you learn?"

"Argh!" Rebecca smashed at the middle finger emoji, the frustration only growing when she hit a pink heart instead and her handbag slipped out of her arms. "Shit!"

"Um. Everything alright?"

Rebecca swiveled on her heels; her coat slipped off, fluttering to the ground to join her handbag.

Standing next to his car, Jamie Tartt watched wide-eyed as his boss made a silly little fool of herself.

Perfect.

"Here, I can get that for you," he offered, already jogging towards her before she could respond.

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Jamie. Sorry, this whole morning has been a disaster."

"Not a problem," he insisted. He picked up her coat and, in an oddly solicitous gesture, gave it a little shake before holding it and her handbag out towards her with a formal, "Here you go, Ms. Welton."

"Rebecca, please," Rebecca corrected out of habit. She shuffled the items in her arm, trying to figure out how to free a hand. She had her keys, her scarf, a briefcase-styled handbag that she hadn't had the time to swap out that morning but that didn't work with the outfit she had on, her gym bag because Keeley insisted they move Pilates to after lunch this week, a to-go cup she'd impulsively asked the driver to stop for-

Her phone dinged. She jumped, nearly dropping the whole lot of it on the ground. "Shit."

"Do you need to get that?" asked Jamie. As if anticipating standing in for her coatrack, he carefully clutched her coat and the handbag that did work with her outfit against his chest. It did not match his iconography at all.

Rebecca waved him off. Flicking her phone over to silent, she complained, "No, no. My mother's just lost her fucking mind this morning."

She attempted to juggle everything again. Eventually, she noticed the silence. When she looked up, she found him staring at her uncomprehendingly.

The thing was that between Keeley's love of girl talk and the promotional materials Jamie regularly did for the club, Rebecca had an entire encyclopedia of knowledge about him stored in her head that she'd never even asked for. Jamie Tartt. Richmond's newly returned striker. Debuted at eighteen. Preferred whites over reds, evening showers, and knew a surprising amount about high-end cars. He also, somehow, regretted none of his tattoos.

It just felt like she already knew him.

Meanwhile back in reality, they'd only spoken a handful of times, and most of that had been contract negotiations and welcome schmoozing.

Probably not a good icebreaker then- maligning one's own mother at half-eight in the morning.

"Not that I speak to her like that," said Rebecca, the need to defend herself overriding any foot-to-mouth filters. "She's just been going through a rough patch with my father, and I think she's being stupid."

Well done, Stinky.

"Right. Um." He opened his mouth. Closed it. Held his arms out and asked, "Do you want help carrying all this in then?"

Gratitude filled her chest at the change of subject.

"Yes. That would be lovely, thank you."

Jamie smiled, lips and opinions kept tightly to himself. He popped off ahead of her to grab the door. With one more glance down at her phone, Rebecca found that at least one heart had flung free, sailing itself into her mother's waiting arms.

Her mum had sent one back in return.

The walk up to her office passed in relatively painless silence. She'd always assumed -- from the everything she knew about him -- that Jamie would be more of a talker. But then in the handful of months since he'd returned to Richmond on a permanent basis, he'd made himself eager to please and keen not to make waves with anyone whose name wasn't Roy Kent.

This was bad news for Rebecca, who personally could have used a small wake to clear the embarrassment lingering in the air. Where was Ted when you needed him?

Driven by mad compulsion and lack of Lasso, she found herself volunteering, "Really, I normally get on with my mother."

"It's alright, Ms. Welton. You don't have to explain anything to me," he answered. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Then with a small grin, his eyes flicked towards her. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be judged on how I talk to my parents either. Doesn't make sense to judge anybody else on how they talk to theirs, you know?"

"Ooh, I like that. That's practically wisdom." She offered him her own commiserating smile. "I take it you don't get on with yours?"

Jamie shifted like he was about to put his hands in his pockets, only to remember at the last moment that he was actively carrying stuff. He settled for a half-hearted shrug. "I do with my mum, yeah. When I see her, that is."

"Does she live in Manchester?"

Jamie snorted. His eyes lit up. "Always. She'll never move either. Won't even let me buy her a new house or nothing. I tried to surprise her with a new car a while ago, and she asked me how I thought I'd be getting back to London with two cars."

"She sounds like a firecracker."

A fond smile broke out across his face, only to be reeled back in, dulled down into something wistful. "Yeah. She- yeah, she's great."

Without any flourish, he stepped ahead to open a door for her. She could see what Keeley meant when she described him as 'thoughtlessly sweet.' When he wasn't trying to push people's buttons, he was easy to like.

Not that he'd ever tried to push hers. Oh, no- she just hadn't liked him because Rupert had liked him.

Her heart stirred. That kind of behaviour she wasn't proud of anymore.

Pushing down the emotion knotting in her throat, she asked, "Does she have any plans to come see you play at any of our upcoming matches?"

"Nah," Jamie huffed. "No plans for any upcoming matches, no."

"Well then perhaps you should invite her." When he turned towards her with a question written in his furrowed, handsome face, she elaborated, "You know we always have spare tickets set aside for friends and family."

"I do know that, yeah." His eyes darted away from her. Some of the excitement faded from his expression. "Really, I appreciate the offer, but she doesn't come out to my games in Manchester either. She's good with catching me on TV when she can."

All signs indicated that she had hit a sore spot. She shouldn't interfere. Really, that would be the height of hypocrisy- her telling anyone what they should or shouldn't do about their parents. But with her hand gripped tight around the heart in her phone-

She was trying to do better.

Her mother had chosen gladly to stay in the ivory tower her father built. Rebecca might not be able to talk her into coming down, but perhaps she could convince Jamie not to leave closed a door that served him better open.

So she pressed, "How about you invite her to our semifinal match at Wembley?"

He froze up next to her.

"I know that we're playing against your old club, but really, it's a huge accomplishment for the team to have made it this far, and we wouldn't have done it without you," she told him bluntly. His ears caught pink. Emboldened, she continued, "And even if she doesn't care for football, I'm sure she'd love to see you. You can make a special occasion of it. Treat her to a night in London. I know two weeks is rather short notice, but I'm sure Higgins can help arrange some wonderful accommodations-"

"That's not going to happen," he cut her off sharply.

No. No, it wasn't a door at all. Rebecca knew that icy chill. For more than five years, she'd wake to find it haunting the cracks of her reflection in the mirror. Attention focused his straight ahead, not from awkwardness at the situation but in pure dismissal. Every one of Jamie's expressive features was schooled in position of bland indifference, a perfectly sculpted shell made out of a person.

Tower or not, he dawned his armour all the same.

"My apologies," she spoke softly. "I shouldn't have pushed."

They continued their walk up the stairs in silence.

When they arrived, he held up her coat and bag and asked in a nonchalant tone that bordered on boredom, "So where do you want these, then?"

It was exactly the attitude she'd expected from him at the start. Disappointment crawled into her chest and made a home.

"Right there on the tree by the door is fine," she sighed.

His brow furrowed. "Right there by the what- woah." He took a step back, eyeing her coat rack tree up and down appraisingly. "Nice. That's fucking mint, that is. You've got good taste."

A sharp laugh escaped her. "Why thank you. I happen to think so as well."

He hung her bag up. Then, gingerly, he arranged her coat on the other, smoothing out any wrinkles.

Guilt and care made for a strong mix at half eight in the morning. It would take a crueler person than her to leave things on such a sour note when he'd been nothing but darling company before she opened her mouth.

Willing to make a fool of herself one more time, Rebecca called out before he could leave- "Jamie."

He halted, already halfway out the door.

"I- apologise, if my earlier remark made you uncomfortable. I truly didn't mean for it. I only meant to say that-"

She took a step towards him. He stepped back, one foot out of the office.

Her heart felt positively chilled.

"The door is always open," she finished, defeat numbing her ears to her own pitch. Nonetheless, she perserved, determined to say her part even if the wind stole it away. "If you ever do change your mind, talk to Higgins. He'll see to it that she's treated like a VIP. Anyone important to you is important to this club."

A shadow crossed over his face; some dark presence moving in the tower just out of sight.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said cautiously. Then, as simple as snapping his fingers, he closed back up. The armour latched shut, and in it's place was the usual cocky arrogance -- the one she found herself growing reluctantly fond towards. He gave her a wave. "Thanks, Ms. Welton. You've been a help."

She frowned. Gathering the only name she'd never shared with disappointment to her chest, she shouted after him, "It's Rebecca!"

He was already gone, the sound of his footsteps on the stairs the only response.

#please someone take this away from me #I started this before I got sick and since then I don't know if I've recovered enough to word correctly #anyways #here's wonderwall #and by wonderwall I mean #Rebecca and Jamie have a brief discussion about mums #(while dads linger in the shadows)#rebecca welton #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #writing prompt #technically #whump prompt #thought nothing super whumpy came from it #whoops

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whumpshaped · 4 months

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I have been reading whump since this year started and I have a lot of inspiration to start writing too, but I'm not that good at writing plus english is not my first language, I'm afraid I won't be able to find the correct words

Do you have any advice for me?

okay i was in your exact position 5 years ago and here's what i think

just start. i was incredibly nervous when i started posting but it turned out fine and i'm still alive. nobody was mean to me, nobody ever said "oh hey i see you made a mistake there, i bet you're not a native speaker OR a real writer". in fact, turns out a LOT of us are not native speakers! so just start. it will be ok :)

write stuff you enjoy and tag appropriately. don't try to hop on what's popular, just write whatever you're into, and your writing will find your audience

try to trigger warn as best as you can but know the responsibility to click away when something is triggering lies with the reader. if you get a mean anon about posting something super whumpy that you tagged thoroughly, that they refused to click away from, and they demand you never post whumpy stuff again, just delete and move on

in general... if you get hate, delete and move on

when i first started, i was so afraid of everyone that i just posted my own writing and never interacted. i wish i have! reblog stuff! leave tags! send asks on or off anon! 99% of people here are very kind and will be very appreciative of that, and you might make awesome friends

writing advice posts are more so suggestions than Rules, but they can be very helpful

thesaurus is your best friend, and don't worry, it's not "cheating", native speakers use it too. (was that only my worry? maybe so. but i'm including it anyway.)

likewise if you have to translate a word... well so what? that doesn't mean you're not writing banger stories

you don't have to post perfect chapters with full worldbuilding every day. you can post snippets. you can post nameless drabbles. you can post a 2 sentence incoherent prompt. you can post whatever you want, it's your blog and you make the rules, so don't make ones that suffocate you and make you miserable :)

pet whump usually takes off and gets lots of notes, nameless drabbles usually get more notes than big oc stories because they require less commitment, and prompts and memes you spent 2 seconds on will take off and get more notes than any of your other posts. that's just how it is. try not to get discouraged about this. i know we all post for validation at the end of the day and there's nothing wrong with that, but try to remember that number of notes ≠ quality of your writing

read as much as you can! it helps build vocabulary and you'll pick up phrases and stuff that you can then use in your own writing!

JUST WRITE. i was a much worse writer 5 years ago than i am now. inevitably as you write more and improve you will look back and think "holy shit, i thought THIS was appropriate to post?? i spent 5 hours proofreading this and i wrote terryfying???" but that just means you came a long way and now you write better stories :)

just try to have fun :) make an intro post, tag it with #whump community or #whump intro, and you'll already have 10 friends. and just post whatever makes your heart sing! i believe in u!

#asks #shalcanav

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whumpythingy · 1 year

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Happy Whumpmas (•∇•。) 🎅🎄🎁🦌 🍪 🥛!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: What was your most disappointing whump moment from this year? One that made you scream 'I was robbed!!!' at your screen. (I don't know if this kind of question is allowed, I'm new to this lol)

Thank you!!! Happy Whumpmas 🦌🎄🎉🎊🎅🎁 to you too!!

I can't really think of a moment, tbh but I felt robbed about 2 characters in a TV show. For me it was from this year because I watched the show this year but it actually came out in 2015.

It's called X-Company and in the beginning one of the main characters, Alfred, was absolutely traumatized and was a terrible fighter. But to compensate he had an amazing memory.

He had a panic attack in the 1st (or 2nd) episode and I had a lot of whumpy expectations for him. But extremely quickly, he trained and became super good with guns, and basically no traumatized at all anymore!? Like! Why? I mean I can understand as time go by being less scared of death and anything but it happened so fast !? And so he basically had no whump anymore bc he was just too good at fighting and absolutely nothing scared him!? I just hated it lmao.

But then in season 2 there's great whumps scenes, and we see again a character we met in the pilot. He was held captive and tortured, so he is very traumatized. We could have amazing moments between him and the others, who were all friends before they thought he was dead. We learn he "betrayed them" (personally talking under horrible torture and I don't call that betraying) and we could have great emotional whump and angst moment but no!!

So yeah, basically, I started this show full of hope for great whumps and it was... met. And like it wasn't enough, there were way too much unnecessary het couples. Anyway, thank you very much for the question and sorry for the ranting 😅 and sorry about my English, I hope it wasn't too bad

#ask #whump ask #great ask #x-company #ranting

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actress4him · 3 years

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In Irons 4 - Punishment

(Prompt #3 for Summer of Whump)

If a little bit of this seems familiar, it’s because I mixed what was originally Whumpay Day 9 in. I liked that drabble, and it’s what started this whole series, but it didn’t work perfectly as is and was super short. This chapter, on the other hand, ended up being really long!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @a-series-of-whumpy-events , @ladydani101

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Warnings: lady whumpee (male whumper), imprisonment, restraints, starvation, dehydration, brief mention of noncon touch, brief emeto mention, hallucinations

. The sound of footsteps on the wooden steps wakes Adelaide from a restless, uncomfortable sleep. Lifting her head off the dirty floor, where she had finally resigned herself to settle when she couldn’t stay sitting up any longer, she blinks and squints at the figure coming into the brig. His face is obscured by the light from the lantern he’s holding. Adelaide quickly uses her manacled hands to shove herself upright, then decides even that’s not enough to make her feel safe and wobbles to her feet.

The man comes closer, setting the lantern down just outside her cell so that she can finally make out his face. It’s Marshall. So far he’s never treated her unkindly, but that was before he knew her secret. Besides, he carries out the Captain’s orders, so he could very well be there to take her to her doom.

For a moment they remain silent. He stares at her, as if trying to reconcile her outward appearance with the knowledge he now holds. Not that there’s much hiding it now, not with her shirt still gaping open. She hadn’t been able to twist her hands around to rebutton it.

“Thought you might need some food and water,” he says finally, holding out a flask and a sliver of bread between the bars of her cell.

She glances down at the offering, and back up at his face. “How...how long has it been?” She doesn’t bother to deepen her voice this time, but the way it rasps in her throat doesn’t sound the most feminine, anyway.

Marshall gives her a look that she might would call sympathetic if she didn’t know better. “About a day.”

Nodding slowly, she eyes the bread again, not sure if she should trust it. “And has the Captain reached a decision on what is to be done with me?”

“Not yet. I’ve mentioned to him that ‘twas Adams and me that brought you aboard, and that you probably continued the ruse for self-preservation.” He shrugs. “If you’re lucky it might sway him to be more lenient. Captain hates being lied to, though.”

He had...spoken up for her? That’s certainly unexpected.

Adelaide runs her tongue over her dry bottom lip, listening to the water slosh in the flask as he speaks. He must notice, because he holds both it and the bread out once again.

“Here, take this. You’re gonna need it. Captain...doesn’t exactly know I’m doing this, so don’t say anything to anyone about it.”

Finally she walks forward, still a bit unsteady on her feet but trying her best to hide it, and takes the food and water. She feels awkward, unsure what to do or say, but settles on nodding and whispering, “Thank you.”

Clearing his throat, Marshall steps back and nods once, as well. “Alright. Well. Just...just slide that flask over toward the stairs when you’re done with it, that way if anyone else comes down they won’t think it’s yours. I’ll pick it up whenever I come back.” Without waiting for a reply, he bends down, picks up the lantern, and turns to disappear back up the staircase.

He doesn’t end up coming down to see her again until her fate has been decided. Adelaide nibbles at the stale bread and makes the water last as long as she can, obediently disposing of the flask when it’s empty and sitting back down to wait some more in the endless silence and darkness. By her best guess, another day has passed when more footsteps traverse the stairs. But when Marshall returns, he brings another man with him, and that’s when she knows it’s time to really be afraid.

The bright sunlight is nearly blinding as she’s escorted up onto the deck, ankles free but wrists still bound. It’s a beautiful day, though. The sea is calm this afternoon. Gentle. The kind of sea that makes sailing easy, makes her feel like she’s out there for leisure, not being forced into laboring for filthy pirates.

Adelaide tries to enjoy it, even as Captain Payne sneers at her and orders the men to bring her toward the bow. There’s no telling if and when she’ll be able to enjoy a beautiful day like this again.

The edge of the ship and the water loom ever nearer, and she has half a mind to start struggling, to fight to get away from the rail, but she knows it would do her no good. She can’t even stop walking, the men on either side of her propelling her ever forward with their vice grips on her arms.

“There,” the Captain orders, pointing. “Make sure it’s good and tight.”

Suddenly she’s shoved back, away from the water. Her back collides with something hard. Before she can process what’s happening, Marshall and the other man are working together to wind rope round and round her torso, pinning her to what she’s realized is the frontmost mast of the ship.

So she’s not being thrown overboard. That doesn’t make her feel more than marginally better, not when she still doesn’t know what is being done to her.

The two men finish their job, tying the rope off in one of their expert knots, and Marshall produces a key to remove the shackles from her wrists. It’s a relief to have those gone, at least, though she wishes she could move her arms in order to massage the sore skin left behind. The rope is tight, just as ordered, only barely loose enough to not cut off her blood flow. The thick fabric of her coat keeping it from digging into her skin and rubbing it raw is the only thing making it bearable.

There’s nothing, however, to keep the Captain’s spittle from landing on her face when he leans in to sneer at her.

“You’ll learn quickly that I don’t tolerate deceit of any kind on my ship.” She’s smelled many foul things in her time aboard this ship, but his breath may win the top spot. “You’ll stay right here for three days. If you’re good and don’t put up a fuss, I might let Marshall give you some water once or twice.”

She won’t give him the satisfaction of speaking, but she does level a steady, defiant glare back at him. The punishment scares her. She can’t deny that. She’s already weak from the last two days in the cell with very little to eat and drink. But he won’t see her break.

He takes another step closer, and she refuses to flinch. “And if you think that seems brutal…” He chuckles darkly. “Try crossin’ me again. Then you’ll see brutal.”

She wants to protest that she didn’t cross him, it wasn’t him she was originally aiming to fool, and technically no one on this ship ever asked her if she was a female. Instead she presses her lips tighter together and keeps her gaze out on the horizon as he walks away.

The evening goes by slowly. Her face is quickly chapped by the ever present wind that she can hardly turn away from, her eyes dried out by the same. Her stomach rumbles with hunger. That small slice of bread is the only thing she’s eaten in two days, and while she’s had to get used to much sparser rations ever since coming onto the ship, this is far worse.

Once the sun sinks below the horizon to her right, the temperature rapidly drops. The crew dwindles down to just the nighttime shift, leaving the ship in near silence. She can hear the slapping of the water against the hull. It gives her something to focus on, something other than the shivers that rack her body and the dryness of her lips. She even manages to be lulled into a kind of half-awake, unthinking state, though she doesn’t actually sleep until morning when the air starts to warm again. Then her sleep is fitful, frequently interrupted by the sounds of the morning crew going about their duties.

If she thought the evening and night dragged on, the next day is much worse. Hunger gnaws at her stomach and her lips are even more chapped. Adelaide can feel herself growing weaker as time goes on, slumping further into the ropes, head lolling forward from time to time without her permission. It’s becoming harder, too, to distract herself from her misery.

When Marshall appears in what must be the early afternoon, she nearly sobs with relief. The small flask he holds is quite possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Without speaking, he unscrews the lid and holds it up to her lips, and glorious water washes across them and into her parched mouth. She doesn’t even care that it’s stale and luke-warm, it’s heavenly.

Marshall pulls the flask away after only a few seconds, and she’s so upset by the loss that she accidentally whines, though she quickly cuts off the embarrassing sound. He offers her a half-smile.

“Not too fast. We don’t want you vomiting it all back up.”

He’s right, that’s one of the most terrible things she can think of happening right now. Adelaide nods, regretting it when her head throbs, and keeps her eyes averted from his. He lifts the flask again, and she relishes every second she gets. All too soon, she’s having to turn her head to the side so that she can tip it further back, Marshall following the motion until the last drops are drained.

Replacing the cap, he turns to leave as silently as he came. Before she fully knows what she’s doing, Adelaide calls out after him. “Stay!”

When he looks back over his shoulder at her, brow furrowed, she drops her voice to a near whisper, cutting her eyes away again. “Please? Can you...would you…? I…” Her chin drops down toward her chest. “I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

From the corner of her eye, she sees him lean to the side, probably looking over the rest of the ship, maybe even gauging the Captain’s position, before he steps back closer to her. He, too, speaks in a low voice. “I’m sorry. I cannot. Not without getting myself in trouble and you in even more trouble.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving her to the sun and the wind and her own thoughts again.

On the second night she manages to doze despite the chill in the air. The second day, however, is the most miserable thing she’s ever experienced in her young life. As they travel farther south the days had been growing ever warmer, but this is by far the warmest day yet. The sun bears down on them all, but while the men shed their coats - and some even their shirts - she has no such option. Her throat is impossibly dry, her lips crack painfully. Running her tongue across them does little to moisten them and leaves a bitter iron taste in her mouth. The brightness of the sun makes her head pound even harder than before, and from time to time strange colors dance in her vision.

She’d cry if she could, but her eyes feel as dry as the rest of her.

This time when Marshall approaches she can’t stop herself from begging, though her voice rasps horribly. “Please, please, I need...I...please…” It doesn’t even make any sense, but he garners the urgency, regardless, and brings the flask to her as quickly as possible. Calloused fingers slide under her chin, as if he’s unsure whether or not she can keep her head up on her own. She’s grateful. She’s unsure of just the same thing.

He forces her to take it slowly once again, and she squeezes her eyes shut in between gulps, trying to savor the water as much as trying to block out the sun’s rays. When the water is gone, though, and Marshall begins to screw the lid back on, she opens them, blearily, to look at him. His coat is missing and his shirt is unbuttoned. She’d blush if she had the energy.

“I don’t...I don’t think I can…”

He gives her that half-smile again. She thinks maybe it’s a sympathetic smile, but she’s really in no condition to judge such a thing. “It’s only one more day. You’ll make it.”

That night her mind is filled with nonsensical thoughts and imaginings of people she knows for certain aren’t there at the time. Her husband’s face morphs into the Captain’s and back again. Her parents stand to the side and tell her what a good match it is, Marshall tells her she’ll make it, all while the Captain gropes her and berates her for not having children and Charles pulls the rope around her tighter, tighter, until she can’t breathe and can’t feel her limbs. She’s not sure whether she’s awake or asleep for any of it, she just wants it to end.

The third day passes without her really being aware of it. One moment it’s nighttime, the next the sun is climbing up into the sky, burning at her skin once again, and the next she’s falling, ropes finally gone, body collapsing to the deck without anything to stop it.

“Permission to take her to her bunk and get her some food, sir?” she hears, barely, as if from a great distance away.

Perhaps the permission is granted, perhaps not. All she knows is that she’s picked up, hefted over a broad shoulder like a weightless sack of flour, and she groans with the change in position and altitude. Again, time passes without her knowing, and when she’s aware of the world again she’s lying in her hammock, in the blessed dimness of the bunk room, and Marshall is there, with another flask and a bowl of something that smells wonderful.

“Hello there, Miss Gray.” His smile is a bit brighter this time. “You made it.”

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happy-whumper · 3 years

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This chapter literally cost me my last nerve and while I am still not happy with it, I have decided that I also cannot deal with it any longer so I'm posting it now anyways xD it is still not super whumpy, but I promise that'll change in the next chapter!!!!! CW: dehumanisation, swearing, some more auction whump; if i forgot anything please let me know!!

The first few minutes were rather uneventful, the bids weren’t too high yet, some people were still unsure how interested they actually were and wanted to just keep their options open. Nicolas went with that for a while, but he was sure he wanted to have them. So after the offer of 650.000$ for Rain, he spoke up. “1.4 Million for all three.”. The room fell silent and he could feel peoples gazes turning to him. He didn’t mind it, he was used to being the center of attention. The auctioneer seemed pleased with that. “1.4 Million, anyone bidding more?”. There was a moment of silence and just as Nicolas thought that was it, another person spoke up. “1.5 Million.”. It seemed to have come from a table not too far from his, but he didn’t bother to turn his head to see who the other bidder was. Whoever they were, he would beat them. Once he had his mind set to something, he could be quite determined. The auctioneer's eyes lit up and Nick noticed that the pets on the stage started to look uneasy. Which was somewhat reasonable, given that someone was offering over a million dollars to buy them. “1.7”, his voice was calm, knowing full well he could keep going like that for a while. There was a whispering discussion breaking out at the other bidders table, agitated voices seemingly discussing something. They seemed to have come to a conclusion, because another offer was put out. “1.9 Millions dollars.”. A murmur went through the crowd. That was a lot of money to pay for three pets. But Nicolas didn’t let that stop him. He simply smiled, raising his glass to his lips before saying, “2 Million.”. He took a sip, watching the reaction of the people. The auctioneer paused for a moment, giving the other bidder a chance to up their offer. “ 2 Million dollars for the three pets…”, when there still weren’t any further offers, he hit the hammer on the podest. “Sold to Mr. Bennet!”. Some people clapped, some confused, some impressed. Most a mix of both. The curtain closed again and Ethan patted him on the shoulder. “Not bad man!”. “What can I say, you were right. Those are some interesting candidates.”. “Sure are!”. He leaned to the side, looking over his shoulder, trying to catch a glance at the other table who had been bidding on the three pets as well. He frowned, leaning back and looking towards Nick. “I didn’t know your sister was back in the business?”. Now it was his turn to frown, “What?”. He turned his head and there was, standing at the table with some other people he didn’t recognise. She had dyed her hair light pink and was wearing a simple and yet elegant black dress to fit into the scene. “Excuse me for a moment.” Ethan nodded. “Of course, hey I’ll go make sure they get your pets ready, while you take care of that!”. “Thank you.”, he gave him a last, genuine smile, before turning around, making his way over to his sisters table. “Hello Clarissa. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She hadn’t seen him coming so when he spoke, she flinched, spinning around. “Nick, hey...Yeah I uhm…”, she looked to her friends, but they looked just as confused as her. “I’m just here for research purposes.”. He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure. Though i have to ask, since when does research include bidding almost 2 Million dollars on pets?”. Her hands started fidgeting and her eyes kept darting around the room, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah uh...Listen it was really nice to catch up and all, but we really need to go now.”. “That’s a real shame, we should really meet again sometime!”, his voice sounded honest and for most people around it would have sounded genuine. But his sister knew better than that. “Oh one more thing…”, he leaned forward, lowering his voice to not risk being overheard, “I know about your little...rescue group. I know that that’s why you’re really here. Trying to save those pets, it’s pathetic, really. I would have expected more from you.” Clarissa took a step back, straightening her back and finally looking him in the eyes now. “Just good that I have stopped caring about your opinion a long time ago.”

As soon as the curtains closed, the guards appeared again. “Damn, I can’t believe someone would pay this much money for some stupid pets”, the guard looked at them with a sceptical expression. “I can’t believe that you think anyone cares about what you have to say to that…”, the girl, Olivia, mumbled more to herself but still loud enough for Rain to hear her. Unfortunately, the guard had heard it too, stepping over to her and grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head back. That caused a pained hiss from her and she glared at the man. “What did you just say?”, his voice wasn’t particularly loud, but his anger was still coming through. She was clearly not impressed though, looking him directly in the eyes, “I said that no one cares about your opinion, dickhead.”. His face turned into an angry grimace. “Listen here you little-”, before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted him, a way too confident grin on her face, “What, you’re going to threaten me? Oh please, do tell me all the awful things you want to do, we both know that you won’t do it anyway. So please, save both of us the time.” He shot her a last angry glance, before letting go of her hair again. Rain let out a breath, he had been watching the whole situation anxiously, scared of what might happen. Talking like that to a guard in the Academy would have gotten him punished easily....

Just as it seemed that the guard was just going to let it be, taking a step back, he seemed to change his mind, kicking Olivia hard in the stomach. She leaned over, groaning in pain and making a pained grimace. “Fucking asshole!”. Her tone was still angry but her breathing was ragged and the slight shaking in her voice did not help either. The man seemed satisfied though, removing the cuffs around her ankles and pulling her up by her arm. The other two guards, who had only been watching so far, now did the same with the other two. They were more or less dragged out of the room, causing Rain to stumble and almost fall, which brought him a harsh pull on his already bruised arm, causing him to let out a small cry. “Can’t you be a bit more careful? Geez he’s already terrified, no need to be such a dick.”, Rain turned his head in surprise,this was the first time the other boy, who had been introduced as Theodor, had said anything. His voice was calm but had a slight annoyance to it. The guard just rolled his eyes and pushed the blue haired boy forward again. A few minutes later, they got to a new room, again it was completely different from the ones he had seen before. It was mostly empty, there were some beds standing against the wall, separated by curtains. Each of them got brought to one of the beds and immediately a cuff was closed around his ankle, securing him to the bed to make sure there was no escape. With that, the guards left, locking the door behind them. For a moment they just sat there in complete silence. And as they sat there, the reality of their situation came crashing down on Rain. Someone had just bought him, like he was nothing more than an object. A complete stranger just...owned him now. His breathing started to get faster again, his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest and his body started shaking. What was he going to do with him? Where would he go? Why were they in this room? The room started to spin again, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision. Before he could stop it, a ragged sob escaped his lips and he could feel his face getting wet with hot tears. Once it started, he felt like he just couldn’t stop crying, helpless sobs and gasps the only sounds coming from him. He was scared, hurt and just wanted to go home. He wanted to be safe again, not at this strange place, no idea what was about to happen. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and rapidly turning his head. The hand had belonged to Theodor, who was looking at him with a worried expression. “Hey, look at me. You need to calm down, can you take a deep breath for me?”, Rain stared at him with big eyes before slowly nodding and doing as he was told. “Very good!”, he gave him a reassuring smile, that immediately made him feel a bit calmer, “Now just keep doing that okay? Nice deep breaths.” Rain nodded again and continued to focus on his breathing, eventually calming down enough to return to his normal breathing. Theodor took his hand away and for a moment he felt sad, the skin where his hand had been felt cold and sad now. His cheeks turned red and he looked at the floor, embarrassed about the outbreak. “Th-thank you…”. “No problem.”, his voice was warm and calm, something about it made Rain feel a bit saver. He was still absolutely terrified of course but...something about Theo made him feel like it would all be okay eventually. For the next few minutes none of them said anything, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Rain shivered slightly, although he wasn’t sure if it was from the low temperature in the room or something else. But before he could question that more, a man in a white coat entered the room. He was holding a clipboard and was wearing a pair of thick black glasses. His hair was dark brown, although there were streaks of grey visible. Immediately Rain's hands began to twitch again. “Well, hello there!”, he smiled at them, it was friendly and he immediately wanted to smile back. The other two looked at him with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance. “Now, I’m just here to

make sure you’re all healthy and ready to go, I promise it won’t hurt!”. Olivia just scoffed, rolling her eyes. The man just pretended as if he hadn’t seen that, still smiling. “So, who wants to start?”. No one answered. After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, he sighed and turned towards Theo. “Okay, then I’ll just start with you.” He called someone and one of the men from before stepped in. The man in the white coat nodded towards Theo, who was then led through a door in another room. Rain looked after them for a moment, worried what they were going to do. Olivia seemed to have noticed his worry and confusion, “Don’t worry, the Doctor’s probably just going to do some tests and sign some paper saying that everything is okay. It’s no big deal.” She groaned and put one leg, the one that wasn’t secured to the bed, up resting her chin on it. “How...How do you know all that?”, Rain tilted his head in curiosity. She smiled slightly, though it wasn’t a happy one. There was something bitter about it. “I’m not doing this for the first time. It’s always the same procedure, you get used to it. Well. If you get sent back as often as I do at least.”, she let out a short laugh, but again there was no humour in it. Rain nodded slowly, not fully understanding what she meant but he also didn’t want to bother her any more. So instead he just stared at the ground, trying to stay calm. About ten minutes later Theo and the guard returned to the room. He didn’t bother to close the cuffs around his hands again, instead he just went over to the girl who seemed already annoyed even though he hadn’t said anything. She sighed, letting her leg fall to the ground again. “I hate doctors…”. With that she was brought through the door, leaving the two boys alone in the room.

After the brief conversation with his sister Nick didn’t quite know what to think. Her being at this event wasn’t necessarily something to be concerned but most definitely unusual. For the most part she preferred to say more behind the scenes and her appearance on this evening made him wonder if there was something special about this one. But that was something he could think about later, for now there were other things that needed his attention. Namely the three new pets he had just bought. He still wasn’t quite sure if getting three at once had been such a good idea but well...It was a challenge. And he loved a good challenge.

He made his way through the crowded room until he reached a discrete door at the back. It wasn’t locked, so he went right through, entering a hallway. Compared to the luxurious hall before, this one felt cold. Sad almost. The floor was made out of a light wood, the walls had a bland beige wallpaper on them. There were a few people walking around, but no one paid much attention to him since they were busy with the still ongoing auction. He didn’t mind that one bit. Since he already knew the place a bit, he had been here before, after all one of his oldest friends worked there. As if on command, Ethan rounded the corner, just finishing up a conversation. When he saw Nick he grinned. “Perfect timing, I was just about to go look for you anyways!”. He made a gesture, telling the other man to follow him. “So, they’re just in for the doctor checkup, you know the drill, but I figured I’d get you their files while you wait.”. Nicolas just nodded, his thoughts starting to drift off again. They passed a few windows and he saw that it had started to rain (haha...Rain...Why am i like this), in fact it seemed like there was a whole thunderstorm going on. The lightning caused sudden flashes of light and was shortly followed by the crashing thunder. He frowned, driving his car home in this weather was not going to be fun.

There was a loud crashing sound, causing Rain to flinch. His eyes darted towards the door, half expecting someone to storm in. When nothing happened he relaxed a bit more, perhaps it was just the weather. When they had brought him to the car earlier the sky had already been grey, thick dark clouds blocking out the sun. He had been nervous, it wasn’t like they never took trainees away from the academy but he had never been one of them before. The knowledge that a lot of those people never came back hadn’t done much to calm his nerves either. It had been about 3 years since he had gotten to the Academy and it still terrified him. No one ever explained anything, they only were told the bare minimum of information. Anything that hadn’t to do with the training wasn’t important.

Once again he felt like he was left in the dark, completely unaware of his faith.

All the time he had been in the room there had been steps in front of the door, passing and never stopping. Now he heard them again, but this time they didn’t leave. Instead he heard a click of a lock from the door and a moment later it swung open, revealing to men standing in the door. The first, the one that held the key to open the door, seemed vaguely familiar, Rain had seen him earlier. He had short blonde hair and his smile reminded him of a salesman, someone who was always trying to convince you to spend your money on something new you didn’t really need. His suit seemed expensive, but also as if the man hadn’t spent a lot of time picking it out. But he wasn’t the one Rain was paying attention to. Instead he fixated on the other man who had entered. He was taller, had dark hair and grey-blue eyes. Something about him immediately made him seem important, in an intimidating way. As if not watching out for him could have fatal consequences. Rain immediately felt his heart starting to beat faster again, unsure whether he wanted to look away from the man or not let him out of his sight to make sure nothing happened. From the corner of his eye he could see that the other two had gotten tense as well, all of them feeling the weighing presence of the stranger. Like a promise for dark times looming over them.

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#god i can't believe it's finally done ahsjaajshah #i have been sitting on this for way too long #very frustrating but well #happens #whump #pet whump #future pet whump #auction whump #dehumanisation #my ocs #none of them are having a good time tbh #also i have all their backstories now #and I do not know what to do with them

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milk-carton-whump · 3 years

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Niner do be kinda feral sometimes lol. Not super whumpy, just Niner and his training kicking in.

Tagging: @sideblogformindtrash @cupcakes-and-pain @getyourwhumphere @tears-and-lilies @unicornscotty @twistedcaretaker @alliecat5594 @whumpcolored-glasses @heathenville

CW: dehumaniziation, conditioning, pet whump, crying, lost, stressful situations, feral niner, unnamed thief

The Thief

Soft footsteps echoed throughout the house, it was what woke Niner from his sleep. He was immediately on edge, the footfalls didn't match Master Hayes's normal rhythm which was usually a heavier sound. It set him on high alert as he strained to hear the intruder.

He knew he wasn't allowed to open the door to his cage but he had to investigate, every fiber of his being told him to protect his master. He quietly unlocked the door and carefully swung the door open before climbing out. He listened and could hear the person still inside, they were near Master's computer room.

The computer room was off limits, Hayes told Niner that everything inside was more expensive than him. He knew Master was right, he was worthless and easy to replace. He shook his head and recentered his focus on the intruder.

Niner peeked around the corner into the hallway and saw a strange person trying to get into the computer room. He let out a low growling sound, it startled the person who was in the process of grabbing what they could from the now open room. Niner's dark silhouette was intimidating as the thief began to scramble backwards. They didn't know that Hayes had a pet, usually the pets they encountered just ran away in fear, but this one was coming for them.

The desperate attempt to get away made the thief run into a wall with a loud thud. A quiet string of curses left their mouth as they scrambled to find the entrance they came in through. The sound was enough to rouse Hayes from his sleep. He called out sleepily into the dark house.

"K-9? That better be you, ...if it is you better still be in your cage, you mongrel." Hayes yelled in his half asleep tone.

Niner hesitated but ignored the command, he had to protect Master Hayes and his belongings. He advanced on the burglar until they suddenly turned and ran. Niner licked his lips with a malicious grin and took off after them. He loved it when they ran from him, it was always a thrill.

They scrambled and stumbled as they frantically tried to keep ahead of the pet chasing them. The thief kept running, they knew that K-9, that's what the owner of the house called it, K-9 was still right behind them. They dropped the stuff they stole and just kept running, hoping that would be enough to get the mutt off his trail.

Niner came to a halt as the bookbag full of stolen items was dropped. He wanted to continue the chase, his adrenaline was pumping and his training told him to not let the thief escape. But, his training also told him he needed to get back in order to protect Master Hayes. Now he had a bookbag of stolen computer parts that he had to bring back to Master Hayes, he had to be a good boy. He picked up the book bag and started back toward home. At least he headed the way he thought home was.

After walking for about 10 minutes he realized he was incredibly lost, he had to get back to Master Hayes. He whimpered to himself as he looked for any landmark or recognizable anything. Nothing looked familiar, it was stressing him out more and more as he wandered the sidewalk.

He had been so focused on chasing the thief that he didn't know where he had run to. He had gotten lost once before, with his old owner,, but he remembered he had gotten lost on purpose... he had run away. This time was different though, he whimed to himself miserably as he felt tears run down his face. He wiped away the tears the best he could but regardless he had no idea of how to get home. Master Hayes would be mad, he had left the house, he had been bad and he hoped he wouldn't be whipped again.

Niner heard a car approaching him from behind, he turned hoping it was someone familiar, he hated strangers. The headlights were too bright and it made him squint. The car door opened and just seeing the driver step out made his heart jump in happiness.

Master Hayes approached him and hooked a leash to his collar roughly. He didn't look pleased but there was also some worry on his face. He changed his expression to a more harsh one as he spoke.

"K-9. I've been driving around looking for you, you pesky mutt…" he glanced at the bookbag that had appeared on Niner's shoulder as he checked the boy for any visible bruises or injuries. Where had he gotten a bookbag from? Hayes looked Niner in the eyes. "What do you have there?"

Niner hesitated and assumed that meant he would speak freely. When he did say something, he spoke in a soft but raspy voice. "Stranger… took Master's stuff. Got it back...?" He wasn't used to speaking long phrases, his old owner usually only asked him questions with short answers. Master Hayes rarely asked Niner anything.

Hayes hadn't expected that answer, he thought that Niner had just tried to run away and was wandering the streets to get further from home. It was a pleasant surprise and he was pleased that not only was he was getting his stuff back, even if it had minor damages, his pet wasn't just trying to escape. He knew that Niner was trained to be aggressive but didn't realize it meant he had also been trained to protect his belongings.

"Into the car, K-9. Let's go home." Master Hayes said as he gave the boy a soft pat on the head. He caught the faintest of smiles from Niner as he cast a glance at the pet's tearstained face as he climbed into the backseat. He would reward the boy later.

#dehumaniziation #conditioning #pet whump #feral Niner #lost #stressful situation #crying #niner #k-9 #master hayes

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emachinescat · 3 years

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I've decided to watch MacGyver from the beginning (again), and I'm live tweeting the experience with every tweet tagged with #savemacgyver. I thought it would be fun to share my collected thoughts from the episodes on here as well.

My Thoughts on S1E2, "Metal Saw"

Seriously love the music in this show!

THE FREAKING BELT GRAB. You can tell they've done this kind of thing before.

I always love it when Jack and Mac have heart-to-hearts in the middle of super intense, dangerous situations. Like... it's sweet, but time and place, guys?

"Hi, I'm Jack." Nervous Jack is bebby.

Ew, sweat. Like, I know it's "realism" to have sweat stains on clothes in situations like these, but that's one bit of realism I can always do without. Gross.

Is that a bit of PTSD I'm seeing with Mac there on the couch? That's a kind of realism I can always get behind.

Riley finding Mac and Boze in that compromising position will never not be funny. "But he was on top." I love Riley more every episode.

Riley is a really good liar from day one.

I love the joke about ex-cons benefiting from being in relationships with stable people (i.e., fake boyfriend Bozer), then the immediate cut to Bozer with his whole arm inside the vending machine. Great stuff.

Love the Riley and Bozer bonding... right up until the cringe-tastic "Slide me your digits."

"Soon, I'm gonna woo you the same way Romeo would have wooed Juliet if they had Snapchat back in the Renaissance." Bozer and his surprisingly accurate pickup lines. The Renaissance did in fact start in Italy around the 14th century, when R&J is thought to take place.

I love all this psychoanalyzing of Mac. "Adapting is his survival mechanism." Also I'm living for Jack sticking up for Mac to Patti.

"This place has been searched by everybody and their dog." Is this a Texas thing or an old guy saying? Either way it's great.

Nothing beats the early days of Mac and Jack. Nothing. I wish we had gotten more interactions where Jack has to parent Mac: "Stop touching that. Look at me." ❤️❤️❤️

Jack so concerned about Mac and putting on the kid gloves = everything I could have ever asked for and more.

Jack has such a big heart. Poor guy, the look on his face when he sees that the reporter is actually Sarah...

Paperclip sculptures: When I first started watching the show, I thought they were lame. Now I miss them so much. Does that mean I've gotten lamer or that they were always cool and I was always lame?

"Closest time I ever came to coming home in a box." Oof. This line hits different now, and not in a good way.

I just love how Jack is this big tough ex-Delta who is so open about his emotions, particularly with Mac. And the way Mac reassures him... Their bromance is top-tier.

"Oh, like when they invented fire!" Another zinger.

Mac grabbing that giant cigar right out of that dude's mouth 😂😂😂

Love some good fight-scene Mac whump! 👏👏👏 And bar fights are always a blast!

Riley with the car door - such a boss. "What? You told me to stay in the car, and I did."

I've seen some people say they don't like S1 Mac's hair. I kind of dig it, to be honest. He looks like he's 5, but I love it.

Mac has made a lot of DIY cutting torches in his time, but they never get less impressive.

Jack trusting Mac to save Sarah while he keeps watch is just *chef's kiss*!

These early episodes have so many MacGyverisms. One right after the other. It's awesome.

I've never been a big fan of the dark either, Mac.

The first scene with Mac and Sarah is so beautifully tense and whumpy (he way he scrabbles for purchase, gasps for breath, that hitch in his voice as he tries to squeak out Jack's name) that I had to rewind and watch it again.

The hopeful disbelief in her voice: "Jack Dalton came for me?"

Sarah can kick some serious ass. I can see why Jack likes her. Too bad she's about to lead him on the rest of the episode, while actually having a fiance...

Sarah: *leans out of car, shooting her weapon with deadly, terrifying precision* Riley: I agree, this woman should not have kids. 😂 Everything that comes out of Riley's mouth is gold.

Riley asleep in the back of the car while Mac sits quietly and Jack and Sarah have a sweet moment is like mom and dad with the kids in the backseat. Except mom has a fiance and hasn't told dad yet, even though she's had ample opportunity.

Because seriously, Sarah. It's not that hard to tell him the truth. Giving him those big eyes and flirting with him, thinking he has a chance is just cruel. I have never liked her character, and this is why.

Mac and Jack giggling about Jack's crush on Sarah like middle-school girls is life.

"You're just gonna have to let that go." Man, I love their relationship.

Gosh, the scene where they find Luis always hurts so badly. These early episodes did not play around.

"There isn't always time to beg some suit back home for permission to do what's right." I'm not a fan of Sarah, but I love this line. Also, this is pretty much the synopsis of the whole show.

Riley's hair used to be so LONG! 😍

The loyalty of these three! And I love the OG trio so much.

This sleazy guy in the computer place makes my skin crawl.

Love how Patti's like, "Mac will be back by then." Not Jack, not Riley. Just Mac. Can we say teacher's pet? I actually lowkey love this though.

"Who is this guy?" Much like Doctor Who's "It's bigger on the inside," I never get tired of people being equally amazed and confused at the stuff Mac can do.

I've never been the biggest car chase junkie, but Barrios jumping over the car using that log in the road is pretty dope.

Sarah's rage is chilling. And Jack talking her down breaks me every time.

Again, I love the loyalty of our team. Everyone sticks up for each other, ending with Mac's totally unbelievable but still somehow 100% genuine "It was me. I forced them." TOO good.

First mention of Oversight this early. Just thinking about who it is that doesn't like unsanctioned ops just makes me 😤 I wonder if the writers knew who OS was at this point or if it was a later development.

I do wish we could have gotten more conspiratorial, approving Patti. She's so much better than expressionless, bland Patti.

The way Sarah never told Jack about her fiance Jeff (who is in fact a cinnamon roll but still a discount Jack) pisses me off. "I tried to tell you." Yeah, right. It's not that hard to say, "Yo, I'm in a relationship."

Jack NEVER should have found out about Jeff the way he did. There's no excuse.

It's not okay, Jack. She did you wrong. You didn't deserve that. Stand up for yourself, man. Gosh, he's so broken here, and I hate it.

"At least we have each other... Don't look at me. I know how weird it sounded." THESE TWO I SWEAR 🤣🤣🤣

Poor Mac. I do love how we get his obsessive tendencies so early in the show, and how they keep coming back, even as late as season 5. As someone with clinically diagnosed OCD, this makes me feel seen and I love being able to relate to my favorite character.

Love the found family antics at the end. Riley and Bozer making dinner while Mac and Jack play basketball? Perfection.

Lol, Bozer calling Riley a "caramel goddess" has such Schmidt/Cece vibes from New Girl, and I dig it!

Ew. More sweat. I know some people find sweaty men attractive, but that is NOT my vibe. I prefer my men clean and freshly laundered.

The way Riley glances back over her shoulder at them as she walks away, as if to make sure they're really there, that this is actually real!!!

"That's not even... that's true, actually. That's sad." Jack 🤣 Also, "I'm hungry." Big mood.

As a Grandpa Harry stan from the OG show, I eat up any mention of him in the new one. I just wish we'd gotten more of that wonderful man in the reboot. Still, I'll take what I can get!

I'd honestly forgotten how much I enjoy this episode! So solid, full of bromance, found family, and lots of good-natured bickering. Can't wait to watch the next one, hopefully tomorrow! In the meantime, please keep fighting for our show! Together we can #savemacgyver!

If anyone wants to join me in my re-watching and tweeting adventure, please do! It's my way to take about an hour a day in my busy, busy life to commit to the #savemacgyver movement. (And to enjoy my favorite show yet again!) If you do tweet as you watch, make sure to tag EVERY tweet with ONLY #savemacgyver so we can keep that hashtag trending! :)

Thanks for letting me share my (numerous) thoughts on this episode. This was really fun, and I hope it's something you all enjoy, too. I'd love to know what you all think of the episode in the comments! ❤️

#macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver rewatch #my thoughts #episode review #save macgyver #we can still save our show #s1e2 #metal saw #emcatreviews #spoilers

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alipeeps · 3 years

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New tag game: Post pictures of your first ever (fictional/celeb) crush to the latest one and tag five others to continue the game

Thanks to @minmoyu for tagging me and ooof, are you sure you’re ready for this?!! :D I have been around/in fandom for a loooooong time and at first I thought, okay, no way I can list all my crushes, there have been SO many and we’ll be here all day but then as I started compiling a list I found I was having fun reminiscing and decided, what the heck, yeah, let’s do em all... or at least all I can remember! :D

There have absolutely for sure been other more minor crushes and passing fancies along the way, but these are the big ones that I remember (and that, in more recent years, I can track by going through my posted fanfics on AO3 and even *shudder* FFNET and seeing which shows I was into enough to want to write fic about the characters).

[Quick note: with rare exceptions, for actors I am listing them by the character they played rather than just the actor. Whilst there are actors that I like in multiple roles (and conversely, characters who on paper I would normally be into but are played by actors who do nothing for me, and hence the character generally does nothing for me either), for the most part it is the character I really have the crush on.]

I’m going to put this under a readmore cos it has gotten ridiculously long:

So... without further ado:

1. MORTEN HARKET from a-ha - OKay so, dating myself badly here but... I had the *biggest* crush on Morten Harket when I was a teenager. Pretty much the entirety of my side of the bedroom I shared with my sister was covered in posters of a-ha, and Morten in particular. I even had a heart-shaped Morten Harket pillow! :D I loved a-ha’s music (still do!) and I wanted to go see them in concert when I was 14 but my parents wouldn’t let me (*sob*). I did finally get to see them in concert in the early 2000s and they were BRILLIANT live (and Morten was still very very pretty)!

2. RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON as MACGYVER - MacGyver is the first tv character I remember being really into and having a crush on, to the extent that I would record episodes of the show off the tv (onto VHS tape - yes, I am *that* old!) so that I could rewatch them (especially the ones where he got hurt - yeah, I was a whumper even then! :D)

3. KEIFER SUTHERLAND - One of my rare exceptions. I think I first saw him in Lost Boys (and loved him in that film) but it was his role as Doc Scurlock in Young Guns that really made me fall for both the character and him. I definitely remember seeking out any and all films he was in and buying any magazine he was interviewed in (and knowing far more facts about him than was probably healthy! :D) and even drawing a fanart portrait of him. :)

4. KYLE MACLACHLAN as SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER - I remember hearing about Twin Peaks before it started airing in the UK and it sounded so different and interesting... I watched it from the very first episode and very quickly developed a crush on Coop.

5. BRENT SPINER as DATA - I think ST: TNG had been airing for a while before I stumbled across it but I quickly became hooked and Data was my favourite character right from the start. I definitely remember at one point buying an (unofficial) episode guide book so that I could look up which episodes were good Data-focused ones (especially ones where he got hurt! :D) so I could go out and buy the videos that had those episodes on (at the time the show was available to buy on VHS-tape with 2 episodes on each tape).

6. DAVID DUCHOVNY as FOX MULDER - Another show that I heard the buzz about and started watching right from the start and, like so many others, I immediately developed a crush on the snarky, enigmatic, troubled FBI agent with the weird name. The X-Files was the first show I ever tried writing (one, never-finished) fanfic for.

7. PAUL GROSS as BENTON FRASER - Man, Due South was such a good show! It was so quirky and clever and funny and Benton Fraser, with his huge heart and his serious demeanour and his gorgeous blue eyes, was just so darn attractive! He also got whumped a fair bit too! :D Due South was also the show that introduced me to the music of Sarah McLachlan (I was enough of a fan that I bought the show soundtrack on CD).

8. HUGH LAURIE as DR GREGORY HOUSE - This was a bit of an odd one for me because I had grown up knowing Hugh Laurie solely as a comedian/comic actor, known mostly for playing buffoons and genial idiots. And suddenly here he was with stubble, an American accent, and a limp, and he was hawt AF! :D It caused quite the feedback loop in my brain for a while which pretty much went “Wow, House is hot.... but it’s Hugh Laurie... but he’s hot... but it’s HUGH LAURIE!!1!”

I *loved* House (the first few seasons, at least) and oof a character with persistent pain (and a self-destructive streak a mile wide!) was a whumper’s dream. House was the first show for which I wrote - and published online - completed fanfics.

8. JOE FLANIGAN as JOHN SHEPPARD - Stargate Atlantis was my first proper online fandom, the first show I prolifically and repeatedly wrote fanfic for, and the first time I ever met in person an actor I was a big fan of (and while the show was still airing, to boot!). It was also my first introduction to the online community of whumpers! A bunch of us from the Shep Whump thread on Gateworld heard that Joe was going to be at a convention in London and we decided to book hotel rooms and meet up and go to the convention together and it was AWESOME! I can still remember seeing Joe *in person* for the first time and just,,,, struggling to believe he was actually here, in person, in front of me! He was super super lovely and humble too and took time to chat to everyone at the signing table and I clearly remember my brain just pretty much fritzing out during the photo session and being intensely aware of the sensation of Joe’s hand on my shoulder....

It was also super lovely to meet fellow fans, and online friends, in person for the first time and we had so much fun, and it kickstarted me going to lots of other conventions, including specific Stargate/SGA ones where I got to know lots of other lovely fans and online friends. I’ve met Joe about 4 or 5 times in total now and he’s been lovely every time.

9. PAUL BLACKTHORNE as HARRY DRESDEN - Gosh I loved the shortlived tv adaptation of The Dresden Files. I loved the fantasy aspect, the stories, the humour, and I especially loved Harry Dresden and how often he got whumped! :D

10. DAVID TENNANT as THE 10TH DOCTOR - I had watched the Christopher Ecclestone revival of Doctor Who and enjoyed it well enough but I can clearly remember watching David Tennant’s first episode as The Doctor - on Christmas Day, at my brother-in-law’s house - and being aware, as I watched it that... ooookay, yes, I’m in trouble here... I like him... I like him a lot... :D I mean, I’m sure the fact that he got whumped so thoroughly in his very first episode had nothing to do with how quickly I fell for him... right? :)

11. ALEX O’LAUGHLIN as MICK ST JOHN - Another show that ended far too soon and just as it was getting *seriously* good. But also a prime example of my point about having a crush on the character not the actor. I looooooved Alex as Mick St John... and yet in Hawaii 5.0 he pretty much does nothing for me (the character is too stoic and the whump often too unrealistically glossed over). Anyway, in Moonlight he was my favourite kind of character - angsty, brooding, dangerous AF when he needed to be... and essentially immortal so you could whump the heck out of him and he’d recover so you could whump him again! :D

12. SIMON BAKER as PATRICK JANE - There is so much to love about Patrick Jane... his smarts, his sass, his angst... and Simon is a rare “against type” blonde crush for me (you may have noticed by now that most of my crushes follow a similar physical aesthetic - tall, slim/wiry, and dark-haired) and again here I think my crush is almost all to do with the character rather than the actor.

12. BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH as SHERLOCK HOLMES - I’m almost ashamed to admit it, given the clusterfuck that both the show and its fandom became, but in the earlier seasons I had quite the crush on Benedict’s Sherlock (and okay, a little bit on Benedict himself - I did definitely enjoy some of his other roles too). It helps that I was already a huge fan of the Sherlock Holmes character (I’ve read all the stories and novels multiple times and was a big fan of the Granada adaptation starring Jeremy Brett - whose Holmes would definitely count as one of my more minor/passing crushes) already. Benedict is another crush that I have met in person, at a (actually, the first!) Sherlock convention and he was lovely in person - very genuine, very articulate and thoughtful.

13. TOM MISON as ICHABOD CRANE - I was excited for Sleepy Hollow as soon as I heard about it and I was SUCH a fan for the first couple of seasons (before TPTB completely destroyed it and it inevitably got cancelled (I didn’t even watch the last season and a half)) and Tom’s Ichabod (and his amazing chemistry with Nicole’s Abbie) was a large part of why. I also quickly became a big fan of Tom himself as he came across as so witty and self-deprecating and *fun* in all the behind the scenes/convention clips etc. I was lucky enough to also meet Tom at a convention and he genuinely is that witty and charming and lovely.

14. TOM WISDOM as ARCHANGEL MICHAEL - I think Dominion was possibly the first show that I got sucked into by seeing whumpy gifsets on tumblr! :D It was such a great show and also to date the most immersive, welcoming, cast-and-crew-interactive fandom I have ever been in. The cast and crew regularly live-tweeted the episodes, and interacted with fans on Twitter, and it was SO much fun. And Tom’s Michael was my favourite character right from the start - seemingly aloof but so much going on under the surface... and some really nice whump, especially in season 2! I was heartbroken when it was cancelled after only 2 seasons (and just as the plot was getting *really* interesting).

15. OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as LUCAS - I was hooked on Emerald City right from the first episode. It was visually stunning, so atmospheric, and really intruiging. I love love loved Adria Arjona’s Dorothy (ngl, I had a bit of a crush on her too) and she and Lucas together were just... *chef’s kiss*. I mean... what an introduction to a character... she finds him crucified, bleeding, his wrists tied with barbed wire, and amnesiac.... and the whump only gets better and better from there on in! Like the entire first two episodes are just... Lucas whump! :D And his devotion to her... Emerald City was honestly the first show where I really got into a ship. I was *invested* in Dorcas, dammit! Aaaand sadly another excellent show that never made it past its first season.

16. JASON RALPH as QUENTIN COLDWATER - Another show that I watched right from the start, was heavily invested in.... and that the writers absolutely tanked and destroyed in later seasons. *cries* Quentin was such a brilliant viewpoint character for the show and I loved his awkwardness, and his angst, and his enthusiasm, and his adorable floppy hair... and how often he got whumped!

17. COLIN MORGAN - I fell for Colin in Merlin (which I stumbled upon late, long after it had finished airing, and hence was able to binge-watch the entire 5 seasons!) and liked him enough to seek out his other works, such as The Fall, and Humans, and The Living and the Dead, and he was brilliant (and very pretty) in all of them... and his characters also seem to get whumped quite a lot! :D

18. MATT LANTER as WYATT LOGAN - Wyatt was another of my favourite archetypes... absolutely badass and competent... but also tortured and angsty and capable of intense devotion. Another show that I watched because of whumpy gifs on tumblr and the second ever show where I actually got invested in a ship - Lyatt all the way, baby!! :D - aaaaaand yet another show cancelled before its time.

19. NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM from FINAL FANTASY XV - my very first video game crush! I was recommended to play FFXV by fellow whumpers on the whumpshire discord because it was whumpy... and they were not wrong and I loved the game and I absolutely adored Noctis. FFXV is one of very very VERY few video games that I have actually played right through to the end. And possibly the only video game that has ever affected me to such an extent... I became so invested in the characters and their world and I actually found the last couple of chapters really hard to play because it was actually upsetting me emotionally. I had to take a break for a couple of weeks before I could go back and finish it!

20. CONNOR from DETROIT BECOME HUMAN - and from there I jumped straight into another video game crush! DBH was another game recommended to me for its whump potential and I, and many others, immediately fell in love with the quirky, sassy, self-sacrificing (if you play the game right!) “android sent by Cyberlife”. The game itself is really good too... although, I have tried to play through all the different endings to the story but have never yet managed to make myself play the machine Connor storyline.... I want to complete all the story branches... but I also just want Hank and Connor to be friends and to be happy! :D

21. ZHU YILONG - Ahhh... the beginning of the asian drama arc of my fandom life! I first came across Zhu Yilong after getting sucked into watching Guardian because of pretty (and whumpy) gifs on tumblr... and I’ve never looked back. He is one of the rare entries where I am pretty much guaranteed to like him in pretty much anything he does and my crush extends beyond Shen Wei, or his other characters, and into reblogging his fashion shoot photos, and keeping up with news of his work in general. He’s just... so darn pretty! And also so... blur! :D And the behind the scenes stuff and interviews of him with Bai Yu, during the Guardian era, just made me fall for him all the more. He’s also ridiculously talented - not only a fantastic actor, but a really good singer (I love his singing voice), he plays guitar and piano, and he can paint too!!

He’s also pretty much what made me start learning Chinese... because after Guardian I went seeking his other dramas to watch... only to find that many of them are only partially, or not at all, subbed. So I thought... why not try learning Chinese and then I’ll be able to watch his other shows? :D

21. JI CHANG WOOK - My first kdrama crush, and what a good one to start with! Healer was the first drama I ever watched and can you blame me for falling for JCW... especially when I followed up Healer with The K2?! I’ve liked him in pretty much everything I’ve watched him in. Although I do wish he would go back to doing more action-based shows as he is sooo good at them... but he seems to prefer the romcom genre these days, which is something I am nottt always a fan of tbh.

22. JAKE HSU as MENG SHAO FEI - Yet another show that I got sucked into by tumblr - and also one with a great, fun fandom through which I met lots of lovely people who I still follow/am mutuals with to this day. I just *adored* Jake’s character in History and I also loved the ship - Tang Fan and Meng Shaofei were awesome and adorable together and I was totally invested in both the ship and the gangster/cop/what happened years ago story happening alongside the ship. And Jake is just all kinds of cute.

23. XIAO ZHAN - Aaaand we are pretty much up to current day now... where The Untamed took over my life in the summer of 2019 and has yet to let me go. Xiao Zhan is another disgustingly talented human being - a fantastic singer and a really good actor, and also an artist - and he also just comes across as a genuinely sweet and charming person, and a very thoughful and earnest one too. And lbr he is ridiculously pretty, and his smile is just pure sunshine.

24. LEE DONG WOOK as LEE YEON - The most recent entry to the charts.... a Korean actor I was aware of but whose work I hadn’t watched and whose looks didn’t particularly seem to grab me... until I watched Tale of the Nine Tailed and fell head over heels for Lee Yeon (and daaayum does red hair suit LDW!!) and very quickly began to find LDW’s looks very appealing (and oh my, does Lee Yeon whump well!!). And yes, I have now started watching Goblin. :D

Phew! Aaaand we are done! I’ll admit, I did think of a few more as I was compiling this list but I decided to categorise them as more “minor” crushes and not include them... otherwise we really could be here all day!!

I’m going to tag: @sarah-yyy, @arlothia, @howdydowdy, @thepromiseweheldforlife and @the-wandering-whumper!

#meme #fandom #crushes

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whump-me-baby-one-more-time · 5 years

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Okay, but also like. People coming back from the dead even though it shouldn’t have been possible? Is so good? Whether it be magic or messed up science, but it’s just so. Ugh.

Whumpee coming back to life on their own. Maybe it’s a curse or their species heals even during “death”. But they wake up on their own, covered in blood, freezing and exhausted to the bone. Their caretaker and/or team are nowhere to be seen, and it takes them a while but eventually they realise that they were left behind

Bonus if the Whumpee isn’t aware of the fact that the team/caretaker thought they were dead (that they were dead) and thinks they just abandoned them

So much Whump potential with that one, holy shit. Extra whumpy if they end up turning against their former friends because they think they were dumped like trash and the pain fuels them

Whumpee coming back to life without any memory of who they used to be or where they are is my favourite, tbh

The villain using that for their own gains. Maybe takes them under their wing and trains them to kill / harm their former team? Telling the Whumpee lies about Caretaker, using evidence they crafted from old pictures / records of the two together, manipulated to make it appear as if Caretaker abused/hurt Whumpee

Or! Whumpee coming back to life without any memory and being utterly lost. No villain, no friends, no one around. And they have to figure out a way to survive on their own

(of course at one point or another the team catches wind of the fact that Whumpee may have survived)

(or, Whumpee keeps having memory fragments that plague them and eventually finds a connection to their former team and/or Caretaker)

(Super extra bonus if they remember something awful that happened to them, like torture, extreme pain, rape, etc. and in the mess of their mind connect that to the intense feelings they feel for the Caretaker - be it love, romantic or platonic, affection, trust or loyalty - and mistake that for meaning that Caretaker hurt them the way they have vague memories of.)

Whumpee coming back to life shortly after they died, still lying on the dissection table.

(Bonus if they absolutely feel the pain as they’re in the middle of the dissection. Will they die again or can they survive the extent of harm that the dissection caused them at that point? Also, will they keep the scars?)

Whumpee coming back to life while the funeral is being prepared / while investigations are still ongoing. Laying in the morgue or the team’s lab / medical bay. The team / medic (or both) is outside, trying not to break down in tears from the loss, and suddenly there’s a loud crash as Whumpee falls off the table after jolting back into consciousness

The SHOCK of the Caretaker/Team, followed by utter joy and relief when they hurry to support the disoriented Whumpee

OR!

A religious / superstitious Caretaker being absolutely terrified and refusing to go anywhere near Whumpee, because they think they’re possessed by the devil / are a demon / or that dark magic was involved

The Whumpee begging for them to realise that it’s still them, shaky fingers reaching out. The Caretaker almost stabs them when they try to touch them

“It’s me,” Whumpee says, eyes pleading to Caretaker to recognise them. “I’m back. I came back for you.”

Caretaker slams Whumpee into the next wall, hand wrapped around their throat. Their knife is hovering above Whumpee’s terrified expression. “Don’t fucking touch me ever again, demon.” Caretaker tightens their grip and their eyes flicker with pure hatred/fear. “Don’t try to play me.”

Whumpee is left behind sliding down the wall, gasping for air as Caretaker exits the room. They burst into tears as soon as the door closes behind them

Whumpee coming back to life after they got buried.

Do they make it up to the surface or do they suffocate to death before? How long do they keep returning to life until they can’t anymore? If they can do this forever, imagine a trapped Whumpee forced to suffocate over and over and over again, only to come back to life, and there’s nothing they can do to escape.

Do they ever get rescued? How traumatised will they be?

Whumpee coming back to life years after they were presumed dead, scaring the shit out of everyone that knew them when they suddenly show up one day like a ghost

Whumpee that comes back to life with a bang due to the sudden burst of magic, causing the earth to ripple, glass to shatter and walls to crumble. They wake up in the midst of ruins

Whumpee that comes back to life with a bang, but much less severe, and basically just terrifies everyone around them for a moment because hoLY SHIT, THE WHOLE ROOM JUST EXPLODED INTO CHAOS AND THEN SUDDENLY THE DEAD BODY ROSE UP, I THINK I’M GONNA NEED TO BE REANIMATED, TOO

Whumpee that returns from the dead changed

Maybe they really are a demon now

Maybe they’ve unlocked the dark, ancient part within their blood that allowed them to come back, and now they’re more animal / demon / other than human

Whumpee trying to deal with the new reality while everyone around them is freaking out, so they are forced to put on a brave and confident face

Whumpee absolutely not dealing with the situation and going apeshit

Whumpee that has to hide the change

Whumpee that now requires a sacrifice every three months to stay alive, but they can’t tell anyone because by the time they realise what they’ve done they’ve already killed someone and to admit would mean being put down or to be looked at with horror and disgust from now on

Just. Resurrected Whumpees.

#long post #tw death #tw implied rape #tw implied torture #tw buried alive #tw suffocation #dissection #feel free to add on #I just have a lot to say #my post

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writehardwhumpharder · 4 years

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OC drabble - nightmares and fluff

So this isn't whumpy and therefore, not very interesting to most of you but I wrote a little drabble about Carson staying at Daniel's parents' house for Thanksgiving and he sneaks into Daniel's room to sleep because he's afraid of having nightmares if he's alone and that would be super embarrassing.

When Carson agreed to go to Daniel's parents' house for Thanksgiving, it never really occurred to him that they'd be staying the night. Sure the house was plenty big for everyone, built to accommodate four kids, and it was only an hour north in Poughkeepsie. But that wasn't what Carson was worried about.

As he laid down on the blow-up mattress set-up in the study and closed his eyes to go to sleep, it suddenly occured to him. The nightmares, the very loud, wake up everyone in the house kind of nightmares. Thanksgiving was tomorrow so he couldn't chicken out now and take a cab home, but he couldn't go to sleep either knowing what might happen. He'd come to terms with them a long time ago and Carson was no longer afraid to close his eyes at night. The embarrassment of waking up Daniel's whole family at who knows what hour like a child was a whole different story.

Sitting up in bed, Carson flicked on the lamp and rummaged around in his bag for the book he brought. Can't have nightmares if I don't go to sleep, he reasoned. But about 30 minutes into that plan when his eyes started closing involuntarily he realized that wasn't going to work. He blinked aggressively as the text blurred on the page. Maybe some music would help.

Carson found his headphones and started listening to some alternative rock, hoping the chaotic sound would wake him up a bit. He laid back, staring up at the ceiling. Would everyone notice how tired he looked tomorrow? The dark circles under his eyes couldn't get much worse than the already were. It wasn't long before his thoughts started dissolving into sleep, even the loud music blaring in his ears got warped, sounding farther and farther away. His eyes snapped open with a start. Can't... can't fall asleep....

Carson slapped himself in the face and turned on his phone. Unsure of what else to do he texted Daniel, "are you awake?"

"Yeah, why?" He responded. Carson didn't bother to reply and instead opened the door to the study as quietly as possible then tip-toed down the hall to Danny's room, praying to god the whole way that the old floorboards wouldn't squeak. When he went to knock on the door though something stopped him. He put his hands on his hips and sighed.

"Who really needs sleep, right? Not me." He said to himself. Carson started pacing quietly outside his door as he hugged his pillow tight to his chest. Torn between making Daniel get up and simply going back to his own room to suffer alone, Carson stood in the hall for a long five minutes. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, inching closer to the door.

"Just do it, Carson." He raised his hand to knock again but stopped in his tracks at the sound of a door opening. He cursed himself silently and slowly turned to face them, "please don't be his parents, please don't be his parents."

Jason stepped out of his room with a toothbrush and contact lens case in his hand, clearly headed to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. Carson froze in place and looked down, then back at the door. He knew what it looked like.

"Oh hey Carson, you're up late," he said, leaning on his doorframe. Though his tone was casual a smug look spread across his face. He eyed Daniel's door in suspicion, "did you need something?"

Carson felt his face heat up, "oh, uh, I was just gonna ask for another blanket." He lied terribly. The pillow he was holding really didn't help. Nor did the fact that he really was planning on sleeping in Danny's room.

"Oh, well why didn't you just say so? The linen closet is right here, I'll show you," Jason said teasingly. He turned to walk down the hall to the closet and bathroom, testing his commitment to the lie. Carson kept his feet planted firmly in place.

"No, thanks." He said, hoping Jason would just leave it at that. But of course he couldn't.

"You're right, I bet Danny has plenty of blankets in there he'd be happy to share with you." Jason smirked.

"Don't you have to brush your teeth or something?" Carson snapped. Jason held up his hands in mock surrender and sauntered off in the direction of the bathroom.

Danny's door cracked open, "Ugh, is he gone?" He asked. Carson nodded and Daniel didn't wait another moment to pull him in and close the door behind them before the situation could get any more awkward.

It was dark inside the room and Carson felt a pain of guilt. He had woken him up. Again. How many hours of sleep has he missed because of him? Too many, Carson decided.

"Is there another leak in the air mattress?" Danny asked with concern, eyeing the pillow in Carson's hands.

"Um no, the mattress is fine, it's just..." Carson started. God this is so embarrassing. He sighed deeply and sat down on the bed next to Danny. You know what? It's stupid. I'll just go back to my room, sorry for waking you up." Carson hung his head and made for the door but Danny grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You wake me up all the time and I haven't complained yet. What is so different about tonight?" Danny asked.

"Well let's see, your entire family is here!" Carson whisper-yelled and gestured wildly to all the surrounding bedrooms.

"Oh, I hadn't even thought of that," Danny said, running his fingers through his hair. "You know you don't have to worry about it, no one is gonna be mad at you."

Carson nodded his head but wasn't very reassured. "Just forget it. I'm sure nothing will happen." Carson said, ready to go back to plan A. The only way to really guarantee that he won't wake up screaming when he inevitably falls into the deep dark, abyss of death that Carson is all too familiar with.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To bed?" Carson replied.

"Just stay here."

Carson stood halfway between the bed and door, a little conflicted. He already felt bad enough. Maybe it would be better just stay in his room. It's probably a lot more comfortable too... and there is plenty of space.

Daniel let go of his arm and got back under the covers, patting the opposite side expectantly. As weird as he felt doing it, sleeping next to Daniel really did put him at ease so he reluctantly put down his pillow and laid down. They kept a careful distance from each other as they fell asleep.

Carson walked down the street to his old apartment building like he did every day. His dreams hadn't quite caught up to the fact that he moved recently. An intersection came up ahead and he stopped, waiting for the road to clear. That's when it happened. The sidewalk started to crack around him, pieces falling away until the ground he stood on dropped beneath him. He felt his stomach climb up into his throat as his body went into free fall. What waited below was an inky darkness. But it wasn't normal a normal kind of dark. The blackness was alive somehow, thick, and ready to consume anything that fell into it. The air turned cold, making the hair on his neck stand on end. Carson could feel it, the presence of death. And he couldn't rationalize it, couldn't convince himself that it was just a dream, because he's seen it countless times before and he knows it's real. Some day he'll fall into the abyss and never come back out. Maybe there is something better on the other side of the black hole but to get there you have to cross through a vast, neverending, emptiness. It made him feel so helpless, so alone, so terrified.

He flailed his arms around to catch something, anything, to stop his fall. And just as he was about to start screaming for help, his hand caught something next to him. It felt solid and real.

Carson blinked his eyes open and the darkness in his dream was replaced by the darkness in Daniel's room. As his eyes adjusted he could make out the shapes around him and he looked over to see that what he'd grabbed onto was Daniel's arm, who was still peacefully asleep. Leaning his head back down on his pillow Carson waited for his heartrate to go back down and breathing to get steady. It wasn't long before he dozed off again, still holding on tight.

Daniel awoke was a start when something hit his face. He looked around wildly until his eyes locked on Jason leaning into his room. Before he could fully process what was going on Jason threw another small decorative pillow at him as hard as he could knowing full well that Daniel was already awake.

Jason nodded towards Carson who was curled up on his side in the exact middle of the bed, his personal space long abandoned. "It's almost six and if you don't want to get caught it's time for him to go. Mom and Dad will be getting up soon."

"Mmm," Daniel groaned sleepily, "why are you up so early?"

Jason stretched dramatically, "well you see, unlike some people I'm still young and healthy so I don't need as much sleep." He said, taking full advantage of his role as the youngest sibling as always.

"Thanks. Now get out," Danny replied, throwing one the pillows back at him. Jason dodged it expertly and shut the door. Carson didn't wake up completely but Daniel did manage to rouse him enough to send him back to the study.

Carson got back in bed, a little disappointed that it was freezing cold in comparison. That night he'd slept more soundly than, well, ever. And in his sleep impaired mind he thought to himself, "I could get used to that."

#OC drabble #fluff #nightmares #comfort #it's not what it looks like #just making excuses to put these two in a bed together #sorry not sorry #Carson Hall #Daniel Hopkins #Jason Hopkins

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set-phasers-to-whump · 5 years

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this isn’t super whumpy at all but i’m freaking out about my new school starting tomorrow so i wrote this to distract myself and i figured i’d post it cos why not. it probably sucks but i doubt anyone’s gonna see it anyway so here goes,,,

If there was one thing Neal Caffrey hated, it was guns. There were surely other things that he hated just as much (prison, for example), but at the moment all he could focus on was his hatred of firearms.

This was because, at the moment, Neal Caffrey had one pointed at his head. He was trying very desperately to pretend that it wasn’t there, to try and sweet-talk the man who was holding it to his forehead and persuade him to put it down. It wasn’t working.

“I do the talking,” the man said, pressing the barrel into Neal’s head and fiddling with the trigger. Neal swallowed hard and nodded. He could do this. All he had to do was wait for the right moment, distract him, and get out.

In the van, Peter was starting to panic. Something was disrupting the transmissions from Neal’s earpiece-Peter couldn’t hear what was going on. He had decided to wait and see what happened, make sure Neal was still moving around inside the building-and he was. But it had been a little too long, Peter thought, for such a simple and not especially dangerous job.

“I said, how the hell did you find me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-I’m just here for the party.”

“Like hell you are. Thought I wouldn’t recognise the infamous Neal Caffrey when I saw him? Now, from what I’ve gathered, it seems like the goddamn FBI’s on my ass. So I’m gonna ask you one more time. How the hell did you find me?”

“I didn’t, I swear-!”

The man suddenly switched his grip on the gun and slammed it into Neal’s face-not hard enough to knock him out-instead, he went staggering backwards until the backs of his legs collided with a chair. He was pushed roughly into the chair, and suddenly there was another man, and another, stepping out of the shadows.

One of them roughly tied a length of rope around him, leaving his arms free-even in his mildly panicked state he had to laugh-”think that’s gonna keep me here? I could-”

A fist to the stomach cut off his remark, and he would have doubled over in pain, except that the gun was once again pressed to his head, pushing him back against the chair.

“How about we play a game?”

This was getting too weird. Another minute and Peter decided he’d send in the cavalry, secrecy of the operation be damned.

Another gun was pressed into Neal’s hands-why were they giving him a gun? Maybe they hadn’t meant to, maybe-

“Now don’t even think about pointing that gun at me,” came the man’s voice, and Neal heard the sound of two more guns cocking-the men who’d tied him up.

“There’s only one bullet in there, do you really like your chances?”

One bullet? Oh, god, no.

“I assume you’re familiar with the game of Russian Roulette?”

Neal didn’t answer. His hands had begun to shake ever so slightly-but he couldn’t drop the gun, it was his only leverage.

As though reading his mind, the men on either side of him pressed their guns to his head, their leader now sitting just a few feet away, his own finger on a trigger. So much for a traditional game of roulette, then.

Even as he desperately tired to think his way out of it, Neal knew how bad his chances were if he decided to shoot. A one in six chance he could shoot one of them, but of course immediately one of the others would then shoot him. Or, more likely, it would be a blank, and he’d probably still get shot anyway. He was going to have to play.

“There’s no way out of this, Caffrey. Play the game.”

Ever so slowly, hands now shaking like mad, he raised the gun to his head. One in six chance, he told himself. Not the worst odds.

His finger stiffened on the trigger, he let out a shaky breath, and-

“Freeze! FBI!”

Neal didn’t move. Agents hurried into the room, guns drawn, outnumbering his captors. He watched as they were wrestled into handcuffs, dimly heard the words they spoke.

“Neal. Neal. Put down the gun.”

“Peter!”

“Yeah, I’m here. The gun, Neal. Please.”

He slowly loosened his grip on the weapon, dropping it to the floor. He let out a shaky breath, and then another, and another, and he was breathing too fast, too fast.

“Hey, whoa, Neal, it’s okay. We’ve got him.”

Peter had a pretty good idea of what had happened, but nonetheless felt it important to ask, “What happened?”

“He-he said we were gonna play Russian Roulette, but I don’t think he had any-had any thoughts of playing himself. Just me, maybe shooting myself, maybe not, maybe I’d be dead now, maybe-”

“You’re okay now, Neal. It’s okay.”

“Peter, I could have died,” Neal whispered, tears clouding over his eyes.

“But you didn’t. You’re okay, you’re safe,” Peter replied, dropping to a knee so he was at Neal’s eye level. He hesitated a moment, then slowly wrapped what he hoped were comforting arms around Neal’s shoulders.

Neal stiffened for a moment before slumping forward into Peter’s arms, pressing his face into the agent’s shoulder. He sobbed quietly.

“I could’ve died,” he whispered again.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Peter replied. He didn’t know what else to say.

They might have sat like that for hours, or it might have been minutes. Eventually, however, both men pulled away. Peter stood up first, offering a hand to his CI.

Neal took the hand gratefully and stumbled to his feet. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Neal.”

Neal nodded absentmindedly and put a hand to his forehead. He could almost feel the bruise forming beneath his fingers, and his head was starting to pound.

“How about we get you home?”

He didn’t want to go home. Not by himself. He could have died. He could have shot himself with a gun. Or someone else would have shot him with a gun. Why did it have to be guns?

“No thanks.”

“What, are you going to stay here?”

“I dunno.”

“Alright, you’re coming home with me.”

“What-why?”

“You got knocked on the head pretty hard. I’d like to keep an eye on you, if that’s okay.” And I’m worried about you, I’ve never seen you so afraid.

“Okay.”

And so Peter and Neal made their way back to the truck, back to work, into Peter’s car, and to Peter’s house.

“You’re back later than I thought,” called Elizabeth from the kitchen as Peter opened the door. She made her way to the front door, a mug of tea in her hands.

“Neal, what happened to your head?”

“You said it wasn’t that bad!” Neal exclaimed, looking at Peter in alarm.

“It’s only a bruise, Neal, you’ll be fine,” Peter replied. “Hey, El.”

What’s wrong, El mouthed.

In a minute, Peter mouthed back.

He led Neal to the couch. “You stay here and I’ll get you some ice, okay?”

“Sure.”

Elizabeth met him in the kitchen. “What happened tonight?”

“It all went sideways. We lost communication, I figured it wasn’t too bad-tonight wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, but the man we were after had other plans. He tried to get Neal to shoot himself in some weird game of Russian Roulette which he himself apparently had no intention of playing.”

“Oh god, that’s awful. Is he...okay?”

“He’s pretty freaked out, but no serious harm done. I figured it’d probably be smart to bring him here for the night anyway.”

“I think that was a good idea,” said El, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“He’s asleep,” she reported.

Her husband walked up next to her, slipping an arm around her waist. He looked at the sleeping figure on his couch. “I should’ve sent in our guys sooner,” he said, in a voice full of regret.

“The important thing is you sent them in,” El pointed out. “You weren’t too late.”

“No, but I could have been earlier.”

“You saved me,” came a voice from the couch, slightly blurred with sleep. “I didn’t die.”

“No,” Peter said, a small smile on his face, “you didn’t.”

if you bothered to read this, thanks so much!!!! it’s barely got any whump but i hope you liked it anyway!!

#my writing #i say things #neal caffrey #white collar #captured #at gunpoint #beat up #emotional whump #russian roulette #again i deeply apologise this is far more fluffy than my usual writing #but im so fuckin scared so i wrote way more comfort than normal lol #ive been wanting to write neal forced to play russian roulette for ages and this isnt even good :/#hope the read more worked #second time tryin to post this it would not before ugh #also sorry if theyre super ooc oof

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whump-with-wren · 5 years

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Whumptober Day Two - Explosion

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, Iron Fist

Characters: Peter Parker, Danny Rand

Word Count: 2,215

A/N: Okay so Disclaimer, this is Bad, I had like two hours spare time to write today. But hey, I wrote words so there’s that. Also I was combining it with another prompt from another prompt list, so that’s why it’s less whumpy and a bit weird in places.

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Two figures sat on the edge of the building, watching an apartment building below them. They had been there an hour already, waiting for any sign of the gang that supposedly had dealings in one of the third story rooms.

Peter Parker was beginning to get bored. At first, he had thought a stakeout with the Iron Fist would be exciting, but so far nothing had happened. There was a reason he usually dealt with crimes once they were underway, but Mr Rand had invited him along, seeing as his gang lead had led him into the middle of Queens.

Now, an hour later, Peter sat against the lip of the building, tapping on his phone. Mr Rand was sitting on the edge of the building, focused on the apartment below. Peter’s phone was becoming less and less interesting (there was like, one Poke-centre in range, and no raids were happening nearby) and the Spider-Man suit was beginning to get uncomfortable.

“Hey,” Peter said, finally sick of the silence. They had talked a little at the beginning, but Mr Rand had seemed very focused - which seemed unusual. What small dealings Peter had had with him had given him the impression that he was always ready to talk. This stakeout must be important to him. “You got Pokemon Go on your phone?”

Mr Rand turned to him, frowning slightly under the mask over his face.

“That’s a thing - Pokemon’s still around?”

“Oh dude!” Peter said. He scrambled to his feet, moving to sit beside Mr Rand, his feet hanging off the edge of the building. “There’s so many Pokemon now. And Pokemon Go is great, you totally need to get it!”

Mr Rand was suddenly very interested. Peter was happy to tell him about the previous fifteen years of Pokemon content as he downloaded the game. It didn’t take long to get Mr Rand set up with his starter, (Charmander, a choice Peter frowned about but didn’t say anything - the best in his opinion was Bulbasaur) and once he was set up Peter quickly gave him a rundown of basic gameplay.

“So when you join a team - you gotta join Valor - add me as a friend, I can send you gifts! My username is, uh…” He paused for a moment, checking to make sure giving it away wouldn’t give away his identity “Darth_Parkour02.”

(Ned had told him to just go with Spider-Man. Peter had said that would give him away to all his classmates. So Ned had tried to claim the username, only to find it had already been taken. They later found it had been taken by Flash.)

“This is pretty cool,” Mr Rand said.

The slightly awkward silence and boredom Peter had been experiencing before had evaporated, and as they sat, discussing the merits of each starter (“Bulbasaur is the best though! He’s super strong, and you need a plant type for the first gym.” “Yeah, but Charmander’s a dragon. Dragons always win in my book.”) Peter began to enjoy himself again.

“Hey, there’s an ice-cream cart down there,” he said suddenly, pointing. Mr Rand looked up from his phone and seemed to light up. “I can get us some.”

“Ice-cream sounds great, see if they have banana curry flavour.”

Peter shot him a weird look that was probably covered by his mask but turned to swing down when something caught his eye.

“Is that your guy?” he asked quietly, slipping off the edge of the building and resting his elbows on the lip. Mr Rand frowned, following suit, peering in the direction, all thoughts of ice-cream suddenly gone. Peter had Karen zoom in on the suspect, analysing his face.

“Damion Charles, 35, served time for selling drugs,” Peter read from his screen.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Mr Rand said, his voice hard. Peter glanced at him in surprise, dismissing the information from in front of his face. It always gave him a headache when he tried to focus on both the information and anything else.

“You’re mad at him,” he observed. Mr Rand nodded.

“Yeah, his gang has been selling drugs to kids around my neck of the woods. They’re making a real mess of them. My girlfriend is about ready to kill someone over it.”

Peter nodded, understanding the brewing anger he’d been experiencing from Mr Rand all evening.

“Well, he’s here now. Do you want me to swing down and nab him?”

“We need more than that - does your fancy suit have recording abilities?” Peter nodded, and Mr Rand continued. “If you go up the outside of the building, I’ll go inside - we can try to catch him in the act, or at least get something to go on.”

Peter nodded again, turning to his backpack. He rummaged through one of the pockets for a moment, withdrawing a small com-unit and holding it out.

“Here, I, uh… borrowed this from Mr Stark last time I was visiting. It’s synced with my suit, we should be able to keep in contact.

Mr Rand nodded, taking it from him and slipping it into his ear. Peter made sure his backpack was securely webbed to the building, then nodded to Mr Rand and launched himself off the edge.

For a moment, he felt the intoxicating sensation of falling, the air rushing around him, feeling powerful and insignificant at the same time.

Then, he threw out his hand, letting a web fly and feeling the familiar tug on his arm as he pulled up. He swung, landing lightly on the side of the apartment building, catching himself before he slammed into it. Pausing a moment, he caught his breath, looking back across the street to see Mr Rand rapidly making his way down the fire-escapes lining the building.

Turning to the task at hand, he began to crawl along the side of the building, keeping close to the side, pausing to analyse the blueprints of the building Karen had brought up for him.

He made it to the window he was aiming for, standing lightly on the fire escape and slowly peering around the corner of the window. From what he could see through the half-drawn curtains, the room was empty.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in that apartment?” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” she answered, and a moment later Peter could make out the murmur of a TV.

“I’m in position,” he said through the comlink, hoping Mr Rand had turned his end on. A moment later, he got an acknowledgement. A moment after that, there was a knock at the door.

Peter shifted to a more comfortable position, flicking on the recording software and waiting. There was no reply.

After another knock, and still silence, Peter began to wonder if something was wrong. He shifted, trying to pry his fingers under the window. To his surprise, it came open easily. As quietly as he could, he lifted it, his practice of sneaking home late coming in handy as he slipped through the window, ending up on the roof.

The room was empty, the TV showing reruns of some old show Peter wasn’t interested in. He frowned, dropping lightly to the floor. At his request, Karen ran a quick scan of the apartment. No one - the closest person was Mr Rand still waiting outside the door.

Peter was moving towards the door to open it when something caught his eye. A box, resting on the kitchen bench. A sinking feeling filled Peter’s stomach as he flipped open the lid.

It was a bomb, slowly ticking down the time. Five minutes.

Peter stumbled back, heart pounding, mind racing. He hurried to the door, wrenching it open in a surprised Mr Rand’s face. Before the man could say anything, Peter started talking.

“There’s a bomb. I can try disable it, you need to get after him - he went out the window, I missed him somehow. If you go now you might be able to catch him.”

Mr Rand swore, rushing to the window. He was about to leave when he paused.

“There’s people in the building - if you can’t disable the bomb we need to get them out.”

“He’s getting away though!” Peter cried. He gently lowered the bomb to the floor, sitting beside it and staring at it. This was way beyond his amateur tech skills, he was good at science, not whatever this was.

Mr Rand growled, clearly torn.

“Can you disable it?” he asked. Peter hesitated, taking another look.

“I - I don’t know,” he admitted as he began to pull the bomb apart. That was enough for Mr Rand - he pulled himself away from the building and began to raise the alarm in the hall. Peter focused on the bomb, taking a deep breath and trying to calm his nerves.

The clock was ticking down scarily fast. Despite his best efforts, Peter just couldn’t figure it out - everything he did only seemed to make the time speed up. Finally, he let out a growl - thirty seconds left. He wasn’t going to be able to do it.

“Is everyone out?” he asked, hurrying towards the window. “She’s about to blow.”

A dangerously long pause, then Mr Rand’s voice responded.

“No - the apartment beside you, there’s a kid. She was down for -” But Peter didn’t listen to what he was saying, turning and sprinting out the door.

He slammed his shoulder into the door of the next apartment, heart pounding as he rushed through the rooms. The girl was sitting up on her bed, looking like she had just woken up. Peter didn’t hesitate, scoping her into her arms and speeding towards the window. It took him a second to throw the window open, then, without hesitating, he leapt, arms wrapped protectively around the girl.

This time, the fall wasn’t intoxicating - it was terrifying. For a sickening moment, he hung in the air, then everything around him exploded. Hot air threw him away from the building, rubble from the building slamming into his back and arms. The girl screamed in his ear, and then he began to fall.

He had enough sense to blindly shoot a web, hoping that it connected with something. It was enough to slow his fall, and he stumbled hard to the ground, his legs giving way. He collapsed, rolling so the girl fell on top of him, gasping for breath.

His head was ringing, both from the explosion and the girl screaming right beside him. He could tell he was bleeding, even the suit wasn’t enough to protect him from being that close to the blast.

Voice caught his attention and he groaned, pushing himself up. The girl was sitting on his chest, crying softly. As he was beginning to make his slow brain work to reassure her, a woman suddenly appeared, pulling her into a hug. Peter slumped back again, satisfied his job was done.

“You alright?”

The question caused him to open his eyes and groan in response, making out the face of Mr Rand through his mask. The older man looked worried as he crouched over Peter. He had taken his mask off, his curly hair dusted with ash, a bruise forming on his cheek.

Peter allowed himself to be pulled into a sitting position, his head spinning.

“Did everyone get out alright?” he asked. Mr Rand nodded, crouching in front of him.

“Yeah, we managed to get everyone. He knew we were coming though.”

“And he got away,” Peter muttered. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He stood, holding out a hand. Peter stared at it for a moment, then clasped it and let Mr Rand pull him up. “You know what the worst bit is though?”

“He got away and a bunch of people are now homeless?” Peter asked as he swayed slightly. He would have to get Aunt May to check if he had a concussion when he got home.

“That too. But we didn’t get any ice-cream.”

Peter looked in the direction Mr Rand had nodded, noticing the ice-cream cart they had been eyeing up earlier. It had been knocked to one side, the ice-cream that had survived being distributed to the kids who had escaped the apartment. Peter grinned slightly.

“They gonna be alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll get Rand to send them some money through. It was partly my fault anyway.” He laid a hand on Peter’s shoulder, the sudden pressure sending the young man stumbling forward. He winched, a stab of pain rushing through his head. “You want to get that checked out? I know someone who can help, she’s a nurse.”

Peter hesitated - doing so might be a good idea, but he was hesitant to go to a stranger. And Aunt May would be worrying as soon as she heard what happened here.

“Thanks, but I should be getting back,” he said. Mr Rand shrugged, still eyeing him suspiciously.

“Alright, but if you ever need a nurse visit her - she’s discrete. She won’t give you away.”

Peter nodded, taking a few steps away.

“Been a pleasure working with you, Spider-Man.”

“Likewise, Mr Rand!”

“Call me Danny - I’ll let you know if I need your help again!”

Peter gave him a quick salute, launching a web and in a moment, he was flying over the city. He definitely needed to check if he had a concussion - he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

#whumptober 2019 #no.2 #explosion #whump #spider-man #spiderman #peter parker #iron fist #danny rand #my fanfics

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mandakatt · 7 years

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Whump anon, I was thinking of maybe something like in the game, maybe Noctis disappearing a long time and then coming back but slightly beat up maybe? Not permanently injured, I don't know if I could handle that thought but hurt enough at the time that it would take a while to heal. (Also, thanks for the offer to talk, maybe in the future when I've accepted it a little more)

Hello dear sweet Whumpy♥

I hope you don’t mind, I’m going to start calling you Whumpy. Just cause I like the word. Heh.

But to remind you, whenever you feel up to talking, or if you need to talk to someone, my messenger and inbox are your playground. I’m always willing to listen at anytime. And again, I am terribly sorry for the loss of your Leo.

Also, I’m sorry this took me a little bit, I had to kinda sit back and really think about what would happen should he go missing. [Referencing the 10 years of darkness.]

Kitty!Noctis goes missing for more than just a few days:

You were working on something in the garden, enjoying the sun as the days were starting to grow shorter - it was close to fall after all.

You noticed Noctis, Your wonderful blind kitty Ignis, Gladio and Prompto bouncing about in the long grass, before you heard a loud clap of thunder, causing you to jump and look upwards.

“Oh whoa–what the hell was that?! C’mon boys… let’s … Nocits?”

You paused, looking about, wondering where your blue eyed beauty had gotten to. “Did he already go inside? C’mon boys! Inside!”

You called to them. Prompto, Ignis and Gladio all hesitating to come in. You had to go scoop Ignis up into your arms, and take him inside.

Finally when they were all safe inside, the rain started to absolutely downpour outside. Soaking you to the bone, along with Prompto in your arms.

“Ah, gods, where in the hell did that storm come from?”

You walked over to the washroom, grabbing a towel to dry Prom off, but he squirmed like mad in your arms. “Sweetheart, hold still, jeez.”

You noticed the cats were on edge, and you looked back out into the yard, hardly able to see more than 10 feet.

“Noctis?”

You noticed Regis, Clarus and Cor were on edge, meowing softly.

“Noct?” you called him again, wandering around the house looking for him, but you couldn’t find him in any of his usual spots, nor was he in any of his ‘hiding here for a nap’ spots either.

You rushed to the back door, and flung it open, shielding your eyes from the wind and the rain. “Noctis! Kitty! Come on love! Where are you?!”

You huffed, and slipped back inside, closing the door.

The rain continued like that for hours, yet you remained by the door, even when it grew dark. You turned on the back lights, and kept your eyes peeled for him. “Would he have run to the shed maybe? He’s not stupid though, so I’m sure he’s alright….lazy, but not stupid.” You looked down at Regis who was sitting next to you, looking outside as well.

It was 2 days later before the rains let up enough for you to be able to go out to the shed. You found Cindy and Cid easily enough, but Noctis was still no where to be found.

“Where did he go?!”

You called for him, each day he was missing. Hung up missing posters, and the days seemed to be growing darker much earlier than before.

It was 3 months before you saw him again.

You were out on the back deck, the sun just starting to set when you noticed a thin black…something, walking along the outside of the fence.

You called. You watched him pause, then a loud sad mow reached your ears.

Tears in your eyes you rushed out to the side gate, flinging it open. “Noctis!”

He mowed to you again, starting to trot forward, though he limped on his front leg badly.

“Noct.. Noct! Baby! Oh baby c’mere…” you rushed out to meet him, hearing him mow as you scooped him up. You nuzzled your face against his, happy tears in your eyes as you listened to him purr softly, tiredly.

“C’mon love.. inside.”

You rushed him in, Regis, Clarus, Prompto, Gladio and Cor following you, mowing and mewling loudly. “Yes yes, he’s home, I know it’s him, I know.. haha, let me get him cleaned up yeah?”

Regis mowed at you loud and long, before you laughed, and kneeled down with him in your arms. Regis sniffed his ears, and purred, then headbutted him gently. “He’ll be alright love. I need to get him cleaned up, and a good meal in him, yeah?”

You took him to the washroom, and started up the warm water, filling the sink. “Hm, you grew a bit…but gods above you’re so thin. Poor thing. What happened? Did you just bolt or what?” you chided him gently, as you lowered his thin body into the water, listening to him protest a little before he relaxed.

“Sorry sorry..” you started to wash him gently, feeling his bones through his coat, his spine and you winced as you found small flesh wounds here and there, nothing super serious thankfully, though you were still going to take him to the vet in the morning.

You noticed the water turned not only a muddy brown, but a bit red from those wounds as you washed him. It caused you to wince when he cried out a bit here and there. “I’m sorry darling… I’m sorry.”

Once the bath was done, you gently towel dried him as much as he would let you, before you released him back into the house. Watching him sort of slump and stagger about as he tried to shake himself dry.

“Take it easy…can you walk alright?” You stood behind him, waiting, watching as he shook his paws, then took slow, methodical steps to the living room.

Regis, Prompto, Clarus, and Gladio all rushed up to him, gently burbling, and talking to him, washing his ears, and his face. When he finally had enough he lept up on your couch, and curled up in a small wet ball.

Regis jumped up and curled about him, keeping him warm.

You returned a few moments after with a small bowl of kitten formula, chicken and human baby food [that was left behind when your friend brought your god kids over.] that you had blended together into a mushy gruel like mixture, you figured it’d be a bit more gentle on him considering how thin he looked.

You called to him, gently waking him up, and noticed he was shivering, but he was super receptive to the food in the bowl.

“Slowly lovely, slowly.” and when you petted him he growled into his food, causing you to pause, probably because he hurt.

He licked the bowl clean, and started to wash his paws and face, but you noticed he was still shivering.

You went back into your bedroom and came back with his favorite throw blanket. [yes his] and gently wrapped him up into it, scooping him up into your arms.

You took a seat on the couch, listening to the other cats purr around you as you brought him up onto your chest. “You’re safe now love. Sleep a bit.”

He purred to you softly, gently tucking his head under your chin. You noticed his ears were quite warm, as he shivered against you. You figured he had a small fever.

The check up the next day at the vet went relatively well. They told you to feed him your gruel mixture for the next 3 days at least, then see how he did with canned food.

Some of his wounds were a bit deep, but they were not life threatening, and yes, he was running a small fever still.

They washed his wounds, shaving back his fur in places, making him look a little patchy, and gave you ointment that you would have to put on twice a day.

Returning home, you set him on the couch next to blind kitty Iggy, and cooed to them both, happy he was home. It’d be a bit before Noctis was back to normal, but you would take that, over losing him forever.

#FFXV Kitty!AU #kitty!nocits #noctis goes missing #not as long as the 10 years of darkness #but long enough to break your heart for a bit #whumpy-anon #i hope you like this #much love ♥#anonymous

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