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writinggremln · 1 month ago

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June of doom 8 - "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Concussion | Mugged | Drugged

Part 2

"Hero?" Villain nearly cackled at the sight. Hero was a lot of things. Hero was a beacon of light, a bringer of hope, a shining star in the middle of the darkest sky. Brave, kind, strong. Incredibly stubborn. Annoyingly stubborn. Frustratingly stubborn.

What Hero wasn't, well... Hero certainly wasn't the moaning, pathetic mess that was laying in front of Villain's estate. It couldn't be. But then again, that physique was certainly their nemesis'. The stance however...

...left a lot to be desired.

Hero's body was hunched forward, their legs shaking as they wobbled and fought to stay straight. "V'll-.. V'llain..." they slurred. Oh my God, were they drunk? The villain's lips curled upwards. This was a rare sight.

Villain crossed their arms over their chest. "Taking a stroll, my darling?" Their eyes followed Hero's shaking hand, which was aiming (and failing) to reach out to them. Oh, they were enjoying every second of this. "It's dangerous to just roam about in this area, though." They eyed the trembling hero from head to toe. "Especially in your state."

Hero slurred something that sounded like either "shut up" or "fuck off". Not that it mattered, since it came out as garbled nonsense anyway. The villain laughed.

"You don't look so well, darling." They tilted their head to the side, leaning against the wall, as if they hadn't a care in the world.

"Villain, I..." Hero froze suddenly.

"Hm?"

"I..."

"...Hero?" Villain tensed a little. Hero let out a loud whimper before they fell on their knees with a loud thud. They were still shaking, but they seemed... unresponsive to the villain, who now sat on one knee in front of them. Villain slowly put a finger on Hero's chin and tilted their head to see their face better.

They were not drunk, they realized. They were drugged. Their eyes were too unfocused and unaffected by the blinding light coming from Villain's house.

"Hero." Villain demanded. "Hero, look at me."

The hero didn't even blink.

"Hero, darling." That seemed to spark something. Hero groaned and Villain cupped their whole face with their hand. They raised the other, showing off their middle finger. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hero only blinked, a bit of drool pooling on the bottom of their half-opened mouth. Villain sighed. The other was worse than they thought. It was a miracle they were able to walk to Villain's house. Wordlessly, they hoisted the hero up in their arms and brought them inside.

"...whyre..." Hero grumbled in their arms.

"Hm?"

"Mphr..."

"Please use your words, darling. I can't understand a thing you say." The villain said as they layed the drugged hero on their bed.

"..why... why armh.. why are you..." Hero trailed off and let out a deep sigh, as if even talking took most of their energy. Maybe it did.

"You're the one that came to me." The villain whispered in their ear as they shifted Hero into a more comfortable position. "Why did you come to me?"

Nothing.

"...Hero?"

Still nothing. The villain groaned, a bit annoyed. "You're no fun like this, you know." They patted the hero's cheek gently. "You better pull yourself together, darling, or I'll get bored."

"Huh?..." Oh, good, they were back again. "V..Villain?"

"Hello, darling." The villain kept their hand on Hero's face while the other scrolled on their phone. "I'm gonna call the doctor. And when this is over, I'm going to make you tell me exactly who did this to you." They stroked the their cheek. "Am I clear?"

Hero only whined and leaned their face on Villain's hand.

"Good." The villain smiled and pressed call.

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lilacxquartz · 1 month ago

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a moment of panic; choso kamo x f!reader

plot: choso was still new to relationships, let alone taking care of people, so when you risked becoming seriously sick, it almost broke him — cw: psychological pain/panic/anxiety for this one, maybe some sick fic elements, reader likes to pretend she’s more fine than she actually is, choso freaks out a lot

for june of doom, day 5: “you’re not looking so hot” for the theme of hypothermia • w.c: 2k • more june of doom stories • read on ao3 • masterlist

Choso held your onto your hand as you both walked along a river bank that wasn’t too far from home. His fingers were weaved tightly through yours and on occasion, his thumb would brush against your knuckles. He was still hopelessly new to dating—to being with you—but he knew that these quiet moments with you were everything.

However, nearly everything you did, gave him pause. You were much more impulsive than he was and that made you unpredictable. Choso loved that you were always about living in the moment, but it also worried him, because it meant that you had a bad habit of downplaying serious things.

“Careful,” he murmured as you walked along the slippery edge. There were gradually less stones fitted this far into the walk, so the chances of an accident occurring was becoming more and more likely.

“I am being careful,” you assured him, leaning into his side before straightening your back once more. Though just as you said that, you failed to fall back into step and crashed into the water instead.

Choso’s reaction was immediate. He rushed to your side within a second and pulled you out before you could even begin to process what had happened. One moment you were trying to balance yourself and then another, your whole world tilted as you slipped off into the river. All you could do was blink as he sat you down on the grass, fretting and fussing over you.

Choso kneeled in front of you, keeping you steady by holding onto your shoulders. Any composure that he held onto just moments before had vanished, replaced with a tone that sounded panicked, “Are you okay?” he kept asking as he scanned your body with worried eyes. “I’m so sorry, I should have caught you.”

You shook your head as you tried to come back down to earth. In your mind, bad things only happened if you allowed yourself to freak out. Therefore if you said you were fine, then you were. “I’m alright, I promise. Just a bit cold, but it’s no big deal.”

Choso froze at that mention. “Wait. You’re cold and you’re soaked. I think Shoko said something about this…”

You tilted your head. “About falling into rivers?”

“No, no, no. When she was teaching me about emergency field medicine, she said in the unlikely event that someone experiences…” he trailed off, trying to jolt his memory, “something about when cold meets warm? Hypo…hyper…therm…?”

“Choso, are you trying to say 'hypothermia’?”

He paused. “…Yes.”

You sighed as you watched him quickly succumb to panic. “I think it might genuinely be fine. Like, it was just a quick dip into some water. You have to be really, really cold for it to be serious.”

However, Choso simply wasn’t having it. He reached out and wrapped his arms around around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Is this helping?”

“I think you’re colder than I am, actually,” you joked, trying to keep things light.

“Oh, right…” Choso trailed off, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I forgot that me being a death painting means I’m not that warm.”

You picked yourself up from the ground as he followed you up as well. “You’re too sweet, Choso. Look, we’re not too far from home, right? So let’s just go back and I’ll run myself a warm bath or something.”

He nodded along warily as you spoke, hovering his hands around you just in case you somehow fell in front of him. He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t stand to see you in pain or sick. He loved you so much that it almost hurt.

“S-sure,” he stammered out, “but I’m going to be carrying you back.”

You blinked at him, tilting your head off to the side. “I didn’t break a leg, though. I can walk back—“

Although, before you could say anything else, Choso had already scooped you up and held you against him. “Yeah? And what if you trip and fall and break your leg on the way back, hm?” he murmured, refusing to back down from needing to protect you with all that he had.

You leaned your head into his body as he walked. “You’re so cute when you get like this,” you sighed, “but I promise you that I’m fine.”

When you had both reached your shared home, Choso walked you in and sat you down on the sofa nearby. He then took a step to determine your condition which resulted in his lips dragging into a frown.

Just after taking one good look at you, he could already tell that something was wrong. Your face lacked its usual complexion and your breathing sounded shallow. Any visible skin appeared to be blotchy, too.

Within an instant, he dug his hands into his pockets to grab onto his phone. He still wasn’t used to modern technology, so something like a phone was still a strange concept to him. In fact, when you had first started dating him, he took so long with texting that you caved and ended up buying him an older flip phone instead. In a way, you liked that more, because you spent so many nights just rambling away as Choso happily listened.

“How does this thing work…” he mumbled as he tried to bring up a number, but failing to do so as his fingers were too clumsy. The panic was making him second guess himself in everything that he did. “I need… Shoko’s number, but how do I… it’ll be in contacts, right? But how…”

You branched out a hand in an attempt to help. “Here, let me. You want to call Shoko, right?”

Choso stopped his fussing and just nodded, handing you the phone. “Yes, please. I’m sorry that I’m so useless.”

“You’re not useless,” you were quick to comfort him as you brought up Shoko’s number, letting it dial before pressing the phone back into his hand. “There we go. You’re fine.”

“Um,” Choso started as he greeted Shoko on the line, trying to keep his voice calm as he did so, even as the panic could be clearly heard. You heard as your name got thrown around in the call a few times as he tried to explain the situation as best as he could.

Admittedly, you didn’t feel too great. There was an insistent bone-deep chill that settled into your core that you couldn’t shake off and that wasn’t the only thing. Your vision was starting to swim, too. Swirling patterns formed as you tried to blink them away but to no avail. You tried to keep awake as Choso talked and got to work around you, peeling off the soaked clothes from your body and patting you dry with a towel. After that, he slipped in and out of the room, gradually covering you in as many blankets as he could find.

He then took a step back and blinked at you.

You blinked back.

“How does she look?” he repeated a question that Shoko must have asked him. “I don’t know, she doesn’t look so hot. Kind of out of it? Wait, what do you mean let her sleep it off and call if it gets worse—“

Just as he was in the middle of asking Shoko what else to do, however, your vision finally went out and then, so did you. Your head was the first thing to tilt as your eyes rolled back, and then your body followed next, crashing onto your side on the sofa.

“I-is she supposed to faint?” he whispered into the phone, looking at you with sheer terror etched into his eyes. “Oh, right, of course not… wait, you’re coming here? How long—oh yes, I can let you in when you get here. Yes. Okay. Thank you so much.”

Choso set the phone down on the coffee table and then crouched by you, looking at you with such fear that he could barely function. He then remembered something that Shoko said about tending to people, taking on the decision to turn your body over into a recovery position.

And then eventually, the front door knocked.

Choso almost tripled over his own two feet as he rushed to the door, allowing Shoko to step inside.

He unintentionally crowded her, trying desperately to act calm but continuing to fail as his emotions surfaced. “Is she going to di—“

“—Calm down,” Shoko said, holding up her hand, “and move aside.”

Choso gulped hard but he allowed Shoko the space that she requested. Instead of hovering by her, he watched intently from a distance as she pulled on a pair of gloves and set to work.

“All this from falling into a river?” she asked in disbelief.

Choso nodded and strained out a response. “Yes…”

Shoko sighed deeply and then leaned back, allowing her palms to rest over her thighs. “I’ll be honest, she doesn’t look good, you were right about that,” she admitted, pausing to recollect herself for a moment, continuing right before Choso was about to freak out some more.

“Is she going to di—“

“—No,” she stopped him. “She’s going to be just fine. In fact,” she added, crouching right by you once more, “I’m going to help her out by speeding things up a little.”

Choso blinked as he watched Shoko’s fingers fan over your body, settling the pads over the clammy contours of your skin. She took one deep breath before letting it out and channeling her reverse cursed technique, pushing it into you.

It was an immediate sensation and it felt as if she was transferring a pleasant sensation directly into you. Slowly, but surely, she pulled away the cold that had since then enveloped you and let replaced it with a gentle warmth.

And just like that, you had stirred back to being awake again. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked much better than before.

“Choso?” you mumbled out, still disoriented from everything that had happened.

From the second his name had left your lips, Choso bridged the short gap between him and you, pulling you into his chest within a heartbeat. His arms circled around your back and your face was pushed into his chest, holding onto you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Are you okay now?” he asked.

“Well, I can’t breathe—“ you replied, your words sounding muffled as you spoke into his chest.

“What? But Shoko fixed you…”

“Choso…”

“You’re fine, right?”

“Choso—“

Shoko was quick to intervene. “I think you’re holding onto her a bit too tight.”

Choso blinked, but finally got the memo. Albeit reluctantly, he pulled back and loosened his hold on you. You were fine. Sure, you looked a little dazed and maybe a bit too out of it for his liking, but you seemed much healthier than before. “Oh,” he said simply, “you’re okay.”

You nodded and leaned back into his chest, willingly that time. “I’m okay.”

Not that you intended to do so—and so quickly—you fell back asleep. Shoko remained where she was, insisting on an overnight stay to keep an eye on you, so technically, Choso should have also been fine. However, as soon as your breathing out, he finally let everything that he was holding onto, spill out into the open.

All of his worries, anxieties, fears—it was all a mess. Shoko looked away and pretended to look at her phone to not make it more awkward than it had to be.

Heavy tears rolled down his cheeks as he shuddered out ragged gasps of air. Choso held on tightly around you again, doing it as tight as possible without crushing you that time. “Don’t do that to me ever again,” he pleaded, “please,” he added, “I hated thinking that you were going to die. I hated it so much. I love you so much. Too much. More than anyone else.”

He then pulled back, still looking sad, but he wiped any remaining tears away. He hated having to be strong for you when you were in pain, but he would deal with it again and again if it meant being with you for as long as it could last.

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madmarsii · 1 month ago

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Wolf and Little Goat

June of Doom 2025 | 9. Hammer

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“You heard the story, right?” Whumper circled around Whumpee, swinging the hammer playfully. “About the baby goats?”

Whumpee sank deeper into the corner. He didn’t dare to breathe. Didn’t dare to look up.”

“Mother told them not to open the door to strangers. But they didn’t listen. Do you know who was waiting outside?”

Whumpee whimpered, curling in on himself, shoulders hunched like he could somehow disappear into his own body. Every beat of his heart slammed against his ribs, frantic, deafening—a terrified drumroll building toward a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His breath caught in his throat as Whumper strode closer, his heart hammered faster and faster, so much so Whumpee hoped it might stop and spare him of what was about to come

“A wolf.”

Whumper smiled, his mouth full of sharp teeth. He moved closer to Whumpee, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the middle of the shed.

Then came the blow, sudden and brutal. Whumpee didn’t even register the swing before agony exploded in his ankle. A white-hot burst of anguish shot through him, short-circuiting his senses. His vision blacked out, then flashed blindingly white as he screamed.

Pain.

This much pain will surely kill him.

“I told you not to run.”

Whumper’s words were in haze.

“I told you there would be consequences—but you had to be just like another baby goat, right?”

Whumpee couldn’t breathe. The pain was overwhelming. Monstrous.

“But we can play this game. Look,” Whumper grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head to the side. “Do you see that box? There’s wolf waiting inside.”

“Please,” Whumpee choked. “No.”

Whumper smiled again, his beastly teeth catching what little light there was . “You should run, little goat.”

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I only took a little part of the prompt, but the story wanted it that way. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

@juneofdoom

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beheworthy · 27 days ago

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@juneofdoom 2025 | Day 21: Breaking Point Thor Odinson in the Marvel Cinematic Universe

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sil-writes-fiction-too · 1 year ago

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The Fragility Of Human Life

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Genre: sickfic, angst, lots of hurt and very little comfort

CW: sickness, illness

A/N: this is a very short one and at first I really wanted it to be a fluffy, hurt/comfort sickfic but... well... it turned into full angst instead. I'm sorry ç_ç. I haven't written for Obey Me in a hot minute and this is what I came up with?? Poor Lucifer! This is my entry for Day 29 of June of Doom ( @juneofdoom ). I used the prompt "fever", more or less.

Very few things can scare a man like Lucifer. What could possibly pose a threat to the Morning Star himself? A snap of his fingers could be enough to burn anyone and anything down to ashes. He doesn't fear for his life, no. He didn't when he fought in the Celestial War and fell and he doesn't now. However... he fears for the people closest to him. His brothers, first and foremost. Any moment spent in fear has always been dedicated to them. He feels responsible to them, he must keep them safe. Even if sometimes that means being disliked. Up until now that was all he cared about, keeping his brothers safe... but then they came along.

He disliked them at first, not trusting them even for a single second and treating them like a potential threat to his family. I mean, what kind of human would just start collecting pacts with the Seven Rulers of Hell? Not an innocent one, if Solomon was of any indication. He could understand Mammon doing something so moronic as to forge a pact with the new human student... but his other brothers? Clearly this human was more cunning than they seemed. At least that's what he used to think back then. He still remembers the fear and the anger he felt when MC had meddled into his family's affairs, going up to the attic and getting involved with Belphie despite the fact he had made it very clear they were to stay out of his business. He remembers wanting to eliminate them right then and there as his family threatened to fall apart in front of his eyes.

He is very glad he didn't.

Because there are few things that scare a man like Lucifer... and there are few things that make him as happy as MC does. This one human came into his life, completely flipped it upside down, helped his family find happiness and harmony again... and stole his heart in the process. Never in a million years did he think he would ever fall in love with a mortal. If what Lilith felt was even remotely close to what he feels for them, then Lucifer is even prouder of being in the Devildom rather than the Celestial Realm. He'd do it all again if it meant being with them.

But one thing Lucifer wasn't ready for was being faced with the fragility of human life as a demon who is completely and hopelessly in love with a mortal. It is a harsh awakening every single time, whenever MC gets hurt or makes an absent-minded comment about how short life is. Such comments are now banned from the House of Lamentation. He wasn't prepared for the icy cold fear that grips at his chest every time he is faced with MC's mortality.. the same fear that squeezes his heart right now as he looks down at the trembling human curled up in his bed.

According to Solomon, MC caught a very bad case of the flu. He was quick to add that it generally is a non-threatening sickness, but the concern was more than evident on his face nonetheless and it worried Lucifer and his brothers half to death. He has to be calm and logical about this, but he can't help but still be afraid even though it is more than clear that his human is not going to die from this. It's just that... this is MC we are talking about. They are a force to be reckoned with. They faced countless threats bravely and always came out on top and with a smile on their face! They even came back from the dead once, for Hell's sake! But now they look so fragile and defenseless as their body is wracked by violent shivers.

“Lu...” comes their weak voice, immediately yanking him out of his anxiety-fueled ruminations. “My love...” he is quick to respond, sitting down beside them and gently clasping their hand in his to bring it up to his lips and press a gentle kiss to the warm skin. Their grip is so feeble... it fills him with dread despite Solomon's words.

“I'm so cold...” they chirp in a frail voice that makes it sound like they are about to cry. It absolutely breaks his heart. He doesn't waste another second and pulls the blankets all the way up until they come up under MC's chin, then he removes his heavy coat and gets into bed with them, curling up around them and wrapping them tightly in his strong arms. The way they sigh and further sink into his embrace makes relief wash over him. Even more so when their shivers seem to simmer down a little. This is fine, he will protect them no matter what, be it from other demons or from this god forsaken flu.

He knows they will be fine and back to normal in a few days, but until then he won't be able to ignore the truth of the matter. And the truth of the matter is that MC is a human, a creature much more frail than a demon. They are not blessed with immortality and, one day, he might have to finally face the fact that no matter how much he loves them... he will have to let them go. He wonders if, when that happens, he won't suddenly cease to exist as well. Because no matter the perspective he tries to take while thinking about it, he simply cannot fathom being able to live without them by his side. The beating of his heart doesn't exist without them. They are the breath that fills his lungs and the vitality that courses through his veins. With them gone... what could ever remain of him if not an empty husk?

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serickswrites · 1 year ago

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Let's Get You Cleaned Up

Warnings: captivity, torture, bruises, restraints, rescue, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery

Whumpee trembled in the corner of their cage. Their face hurt and they knew the bruises of various ages that covered their body probably also covered their face. Whumper had been relentless in their beating. But didn't break any of Whumpee's bones. Didn't bleed them. Just battered and bruised Whumpee for hours on end.

Each time Whumper was done with them, Whumper shoved them back in the cage, locking their shackles to the back corner. Each time was a welcome relief from the pain. Each time Whumpee could huddle in the corner and cry by themself. Each time they were safe from Whumper.

But this time was different.

Whumpee could hear screaming and shouting from deep within the compound. Could hear the sound of fighting. Each noise grew louder and louder. Each noise had Whumpee shaking harder and harder. What if someone was coming to hurt them?

The door banged open and Whumpee flattened themself into the corner of the cage. They couldn't help the fine tremor that wracked their body.

"Whumpee?" A voice that Whumpee had hoped they would hear again called. "Whumpee, are you there?"

"Caretaker," Whumpee sobbed. They were saved. Caretaker was there. Caretaker had found them.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker said as they hurried forward. "Let's get you out of there and cleaned up."

"Caretaker," Whumpee sobbed harder. This was real. This was happening. They were saved.

Caretaker quickly broke the lock on the cage doors. They quickly unchained Whumpee. "Whumpee, Whumpee. I've got you. You're ok," Caretaker said as they took Whumpee in their arms.

"You're freezing! Let's get you a blanket." Caretaker started to rise, but Whumpee clung on harder.

"Please," Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest, "don't leave. I...I can't, please."

Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee tighter. "I'm not going to leave you, Whumpee. Not ever. I have you. You're safe now."

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mechdeer · 21 days ago

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June of Doom Day 26: "When will you learn?"

Warnings: whumper POV, possessive whumper, captivity

Whumper had lost count of the number of times Whumpee had tried to escape. They weren't sure if it was impressive or pathetic.

"When will you learn?" Whumper asked, as they dragged Whumpee back from their most recent attempt. "You're never going to escape." It was almost fun, watching them try so desperately to get free; even more fun when they almost made it, and Whumper could swoop in at the last second and crush their hope.

Whumpee swore and fought and spat at Whumper's feet. Whumper didn't care. It didn't change the fact that Whumpee was theirs, and no matter how hard they tried, Whumper would never, ever let them go.

#whump #whump writing #whumper pov #june of doom 2025 #june of doom

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memoriiiiia · 25 days ago

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The hand at my jaw slides down to my throat. I wish he would dig his fingers in – close off my windpipe and stop my breath for good – but he won’t. Instead, he teases me. He listens to my heartbeat, touches my throbbing pulse points, reminds me so torturously that I am still alive in such a vulnerable state.

Then at long last, he mercifully covers my eyes, fingers still cradling my throat.

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My embarassingly late entry for the FF Kiss Battle 2025 !! It also just so happened to perfectly fit the @juneofdoom 2025 day 27 prompt, which was "I'm so sorry / Weak/ Embrace". @vrazdova / @safety-caesars this is in response to your prompt, which was "Clyde/Baram: Knives"... my OTP is the teeniest tiniest rarest ship so of course I had to do something! It was meant to be a quick sketch and it just became enormous lol. This is actually my lil tribute to the sleep paralysis scenes from your fic, Shadow's dreams in the original game were scary so thanks for making something already unsettling absolutely devastating 🥲 AO3

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gotta-whump-them-all · 2 months ago

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June 1: “Where am I?” | Slurred Speech | Duct Tape | Darkness

Trigger Warnings:: heavily implied kidnapping, implied drugging, Whumper just being generally insane

Word Count:: 727

When Whumpee woke up they immediately recognized a handful of things.

They’re in pain, so much pain. So much pain that it’s unbearable. Their head is throbbing, along with the rest of their body. It’s so bad that they want to crawl out of their skin.

Their face is probably the only part of their body that doesn’t feel like it’s been run over by a garbage truck. In fact, their face feels oddly numb, and when they try to move their jaw, open their eyes, or use any part of their face, it feels like they’re trudging through a thick vat of heavy mud that’s weighing down their every movement.

Once Whumpee can get past the pain and numbness, they’re able to take in the pressure of something holding their wrists as well as ankles together and the strong smell of adhesive that lingers in the air and clinging to their body like a flea to a dog.

It’s pitch black, which Whumpee probably should have started off with, but the pain was far more noticeable, especially with the dampening on one of their other major senses.

Out of all listed items, Whumpee would have to say that the darkness was probably the worst part. It wasn’t that they were scared of the dark, it was more the fact that all of their other senses were now on high alert. So their pain was worse, the smell of adhesive was far worse.

Whumpee’s hearing was a lot better, too.

So, that helped Whumpee when the sound of footsteps rang down the hall. (What Whumpee assumes to be a hall, since they still have no idea where they are and it is still pitch black).

There was a pause of footsteps, but that was only for a mere few seconds. A jingle of keys rang out, a lock sound twisted and then a crack of light slipped through one end of the room (Whumpee assumed that’s where the door to this room was. That would be good information for later).

Just as quick as the light slipped into the room, it slipped right out. The door slammed shut and then there was another round of footsteps.

When the footsteps inevitably ended, Whumpee had an awful feeling. Like a dreadful sense of fear. Like some awful, evil entity was stood looming over them.

“Hello, Whumpee! It’s good to see that you’re finally up!”

A grumble sounded through the room and then a voice mumbled out, incoherent and slurred words.

“Who’re… who’re yoou?” Whumpee paused, listening to the way their own voice sounded. They smacked their lips, attempting to wet them to help their own speech flow more properly, since right now, they sound drunk.

Maybe they are drunk. After all, they felt woozy, had most likely blacked out, and were in some random place in who knows where.

“W’ere te he-hell am I..?” Whumpee began to sputter, but continued speaking none-the-less. “Waht’ss goin’ onnn!?” Whumpee barked as they spoke, increasingly becoming more frustrated as their questions went unanswered.

The other person was silent for only a few moments longer before they began snickering, which then escalated to full blown laughter, only fueling Whumpee’s rage.

Once the other person calmed down, they began to speak.

“Let’s start from the back shall we-!” As the other person spoke, they took a step towards Whumpee. They could tell from the sound of shoes hitting the floor and the way the voice became audibly closer than it was prior. “What’s going on: you’re going to stay with me for a little while.”

The other person let a gruff laugh pass their lips. “Where are we-” they leaned in closer, leaning down enough Whumpee could feel their hot breath trace over their skin, making the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. “Well, we’re in the middle of nowhere, in the woods, and we’re inside my cabin. If we’re being specific, we’re in my basement.”

There was another brief pause, but that was only momentary as Whumpee felt the cold grip of someone tight grabbing their jaw, tugging them forward and slightly off balance with their arms still tied behind their back.

The other took a couple of shallow breaths, and with the proximity left a humid feel lingering on the bound person’s face.

“And, my name? My name… is Whumper!”

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autobot2001 · 22 days ago

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Training Accident

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie hits her head on the cement floor rather than the mat during sparring

Day 8; @juneofdoom; "How many fingers am I holding up?" Concussion

Ao3 or under the cut

Jamie didn’t hold back during training. She made everyone work hard to beat her, whether during sparring or running an obstacle course. Everyone loves the challenge. Today, Jamie is sparing with Soap. The Scotsman does his best to take Jamie down. They struggle to overcome each other. The others watch the sparing match. It takes Soap ten minutes to gain the upper hand. He causes Jamie to go down. Soap smoke fades as he watches Jamie’s head hit the cement flooring rather than the mat. The others worry as she lies on the floor, unconscious. Price gets on the floor and moves Jamie’s head to his lap. Time felt like it froze as everyone waits for Jamie to wake up.

It doesn’t take Jamie long to wake up. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Price asks. Jamie struggles with the bright light. Everyone knows that’s not a good sign. “I’ll take her to the medbay,” Ghost says. Ghost scoops Jamie up and carries her out of the training room. Jamie struggles with the blinding light.

In the medbay, Ghost lays Jamie on a bed. He takes off his hoodie and covers her head with it. Ghost then takes Jamie’s hand. A medic walks into the room. Seeing Jamie’s head covered has them thinking she has a concussion. They regret disturbing her but needs to do the proper test to confirm the concussion diagnosis. In under five minutes, a medic gives Jamie an official concussion diagnosis. The medic gave Jamie pain relief and allowed her to go to her quarters. The medic fills out the form to relieve her of duty for two weeks. Ghost takes Jamie back to her quarters.

Once the two enter the room, Ghost lays Jamie on the bed. There’s a knock on the door. Ghost opens the door to see Soap. “Can I come in to apologize?” Soap asks. “You don’t have to. It was an accident.” Ghost still lets Soap in. Soap sits on the bed and takes Jamie’s hand. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault,” Jamie says. “I told him that, but he insisted on apologizing.” “It’s ok, Soap,” Jamie assures him. “I’ll kick your ass when I’m cleared for duty.” Soap smiles. He sits on the bed until Jamie falls asleep. “Do you want to stay with her?” Ghost asks. “No, you stay withher,” Soap smiles. “I’ll come back to check on her soon.” Soap leaves the room. Ghost sits on the bed, his back against the wall. He knows Jamie will be asleep for a bit, but he’d rather stay with her.

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juneofdoom · 1 year ago

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What up, whump fam?!

June of Doom 2024 Prompts!

We've brought back some old favorites/ popular prompts from last year with a healthy dash of new!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

Two rules this year!

As with last year, tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

[AO3 Collection] - "JUNEOFDOOM2024"

Text list below the cut for easier crossings-off. And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog your awesome here! Have fun!

“Help me.” | Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |

“It didn’t have to be this way.” | Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch |

“Well, well, well…” | Hiding | Ambushed | Stalking |

“Does that hurt?” | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |

“What happened?” | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

“I made a mistake.” | Accident | Acceptance | Blame |

“Can you hear me?” | Fear | Smoke | Phone Call |

“We’re out of time.” | Bleeding Out | Collapse | Flatline |

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Dehydration | Grief | Coma |

“Wait!” | Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered |

“What were you thinking?” | Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |

“Get me out of here!” | Rescue | Chainsaw | Presumed Dead |

“At least it can’t get any worse.” | Secret | Stranded | Setback |

“You don’t want to do that.” | Struggle | Blackmail | Desperate Measures |

“I’m fine.” | Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

“This can’t be happening!” | Sobbing | Straitjacket | Dissociation |

“I can handle it.” | Scrape | Panic Attack | Neglect |

“Let’s play a game. “ | Stairs | Pressure Points | Trap Door |

“What’s the bad news?” | Poison | Bedridden | Cauterization |

“You’re doing great.” | Trembling | Gaslighting | Rules |

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” | Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

“I should have listened to you.” | Guilt | Backseat | Failure |

“Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | Paranoia |

“Or what?” | Defiance | Display | Last Resort |

“Say something.” | Numb | Cold Shoulder | Gag |

“I’m so cold.” | Delirium | Fever | Exposure |

“Breathe, damn you!” | Shock | Asphyxiation | Emergency Room |

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

“Who did this to you?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not okay.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“You poor thing.”

Attending Your Own Funeral

Broken Glass

Mask

Whip

Obedience

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writinggremln · 1 month ago

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June of doom 18 - "How long have you been like this?"

Stabilization | Left for dead | Flare

Stupid. That's what they were. Stupid. An idiot. A fool.

Villain should've known never to trust the likes of Other Villain. That slimy bastard. After everything Villain did for them, they dared leave them for dead, with Supervillain still roaming around.

Villain hissed as they tried to move for the upteenth time. "Fuck..." They muttered and put a hand over their wound. They had tried to keep the blood from flowing, they really had. But it was no use. Every shift, every move they made, it only made matters worse. Their vision was already getting blurry.

Villain cursed as they tried to get up again. Logically, they knew that they should stay put, to minimize the damage. Logically, they knew they were being irrational. But they were a villain, one who had run away from Supervillain's clutches. The same Supervillain that was probably looking for them right now.

Villain whimpered and more blood leaked out of their abdomen. "Shit." Villain saw black spots as they leaned their head back against the wall, tears in their eyes. Would they die here? Was this how they died? Alone, betrayed, cold, in hiding?

They felt something fall out of their pocket. Dazily, the wounded villain peeked and eye open; it was the flare Hero had given them.

Hero, their nemesis, who was too trusting for their own good. Villain laughed at the irony. Who were they to judge on trusting others?

The second they had realized Villain was teaming up with Other Villain, they had given them a worried look and a flare.

"Just in case." They insisted. "You know I can't directly help you. But if anything happens..."

Villain laughed and with an impish grin said that they were only keeping it just to get the hero to shut up and not look at them like that. Hero blinked before giving them a soft smile. "Please, don't hesitate to use it."

So Hero was also a fool then. If the villain used the flare now, Supervillain would probably invastigate and find them like this. However, Hero...

Would the hero be quick enough? Or, if Supervillain found them first, would Hero be able to save them? Would they even want to?

Only one way to find out. Villain thought bitterly as they grabbed the flare with shaky hands. Before they could regret it, they lit it up. And then everything went dark.

Hero was patrolling with Sidekick when the sky lit up. Both the heroes glanced towards the red dot in the sky. Only one of them knew its meaning.

"What the hell?" Sidekick mumbled. "That looks like ours. Is one of our teammates in trouble? No, that doesn't make any sense, there weren't any missions, so why-"

"That's not from our team." Hero's mouth felt dry and they licked their lips nervously. "Sidekick."

Sidekick flinched slightly at the look on Hero's face and their tone. "...yeah?"

"Listen to me carefully." The hero grabbed their sidekick's shoulders in a near-crushing grip. "Call Superhero and tell them that I'm taking care of it. Do NOT come after me and do NOT send for help."

"What the... Hero, what's going on?"

"You have to trust me." Hero clenched their teeth. "Please, trust me."

Sidekick started at them in shock. They had never seen Hero so stressed. Still, they gulped and nodded. "Okay..." they grabbed their communicator. "Okay, go. I'll tell them not to worry."

Hero nodded grimly. "Thank you."

"Be careful."

The hero smiled grimly. "Who do you think I am?" And they bolted.

Rooftop over rooftop, with the wind rushing in their ears, the hero ran and parkoured, their eyes following the red light, which was dimming as every second passed.

What seemed like an eternity later, Hero finaly found the villain... on the ground, with a pool of blood under them.

"Villain!" Hero nearly shrieked. "Villain!"

They fell to their knees beside their nemesis, not caring if they were covered in blood or not. The villain was unresponsive. "Villain, no, no..." Hero put a hand on the villain's cheek and tilted their head. "Villain, talk to me, please."

The wounded villain's eyes fluttered and the hero felt their heart soaring sith relief. "Oh, Villain. How long have you been like this?" How did you end up like this?

"Ggh.." Villain tried to move. Hero stopped them. "H-Hero..?"

"Yes, yes it's me." Hero's eyes widend at the sight of the hole on Villain's side. "God dammit, Villain, I told you not to trust them."

They heard the villain laugh. "Y-Yeah... you did. Great j-job, Hero." They winced and the hero put a gentle hand over their wound and an arm around the villain's shoulders, pressing their almost cold body against theirs.

"Let's get you somewhere safe, yeah?"

"Why don't you leave this to me, hero?" A voice behind them purred. The hero flinched and the villain went still in their arms. They didn't need to turn around to know whose it beloned to.

Hero licked their lips. "Supervillain." Their voice was somehow even.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Villain mumbled and Hero shifted so the villain's face was presses against their chest. "Hero please, please run..." they heard the villain whisper and they felt a pang in their chest at how broken their nemesis' voice sounded.

"I'm sure you have other problems you need to take care of." Supervillain said casually, staying right where they were. Hero turned their head to meet their gaze, their expression neutral. "Don't bother with the likes of them. So, go on." They made a dismissive gesture at Hero. "Shoo."

Hero's eye twitched.

"Hero, leave, leave me, please." Villain mumbled against their chest.

Hero's grip tightened. Never. They'd never leave them.

Supervillain tilted their head. "I don't see you leaving, little hero."

Hero gave them a thin smile. Well, it was obvious what they had to do.

The hero gently released their villain and stood up. Slowly, they turned around fully, their body shielding the villain's.

Supervillain grinned. "So is that's how it's going to be?"

Hero huffed out a small laugh in return. "I'm afraid so."

Hero tried to ignore the fact that they had told Sidekick to tell the others that they were taking care of it. That they didn't need anyone coming after them. That they were all alone.

...Shit.

The hero hadn't counted on Supervillain, of all people, being here.

Shit.

They blinked and Supervillain was standing right in dront of them, a knife in their hand.

Shit.

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lilacxquartz · 1 month ago

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out of time; oc!incubus x human f!reader

plot: while laying in bed, midnight is reminded of a horrible truth — a/n: revisiting my oc with this challenge a bit, i feel like angst is a good way to explore a character, this story isn’t yandere but he’s a yandere character so the tags are such — cw: death anxiety, dread, psychological angst, hurt/no comfort — w.c: 1.8k

for june of doom, day 6: (alternative theme) immortality/hopelessness • masterlist • series link • read on ao3

Nights spent with Midnight were often peaceful and so serene. It had been close to a year since you first met him, and you had long come to appreciate the company he offered. He was so warm and comforting, which struck you as a little funny considering he was a demon.

Your eyes were all glazed and blissed out following yet another pleasurable evening, and your entire body was comfortably nestled over his. His hand moved up and down in soothing, languid strokes—but then he suddenly stilled—as if he turned into stone. Within just a second, the atmosphere had gone from peaceful to hostile. Midnight jolted upright, sitting up in bed, causing you to land on your side.

All you could do was blink in confusion as you propped yourself up to rest on your elbow. “What’s up?” you softly asked, your voice low and tired.

Midnight couldn’t bring himself to face you right away. His eyes were both fixed and somehow unfocused at the same time. His fingers twitched involuntarily as they curled in and out against his thighs—his breathing ragged—a cold sheen of sweat breaking out over his entire body.

When he next spoke, his voice lacked its usual warmth. “You’re going to die.”

You blinked again. “W-what?”

Midnight turned to face you, and for a moment, his eyes softened, but then another wave of terror passed through him.

“You’re going to die one day,” he whispered that time.

You paused for a moment and gave him a slight nod, unsure how to respond. “Yes…” you acknowledged in a careful tone, trying to choose the right words, “everyone does… eventually.”

However, all he could do was shake his head. “No, no, no. You don’t understand. I won't die.”

A strangely oppressive air settled into the room from the second those words left his lips, making your already small bedroom feel more suffocating than it already was. Midnight’s eyes were wild and wide as he continued to speak, a layer of fear masking his voice, “And you—you are my bonded mate; fate itself has led me to you, and in the end, it’s still only a temporary joining. You’re going to leave me one day.”

You sat up straighter that time, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry, Midnight, I didn’t know…” you murmured as your mind at the same time raced to find the right words to calm him down. “You could move on after enough time has passed, surely? You don’t have to be all alone.”

Midnight simply blinked, staring at you as if you had gone mad. That definitely was the wrong thing to say. Oops. When he finally replied to you, he simply sounded hurt. “I don’t want someone else. I want you, forever and always. You’re the only one for me and there cannot—there will never be anyone else—nobody who can compare to you.”

A soft and tired breath escaped through your lips. You truly felt horrible for him, especially since you could hardly imagine the pain of having to let someone like that go. In an attempt to comfort him, you reached out with a soothing hand to meet with his shoulder, but all she did was flinch, as if your touch alone was scalding.

“No, no, no—” he began to chant, jumping to his feet and stumbling forward, crashing right into the wall. “This isn’t fair. Please. You understand what I mean, don’t you? I love you so much.”

Your hand was left hovering in the air for a moment as you were unsure how to properly respond. Had he been human—like you—then you could offer a mutual sort of reassurance, promising to cross that bridge together when it was closer to the end, but you couldn’t. You didn’t like the prospect of death either, but it made no sense to you to let it take over your life.

“Did you hear me?” he pleaded. “I said I love you.”

“...And I love you too,” you were quick to reply, “i-it’s just… I’m not too sure what I can say to make you feel better. I can’t lie and promise you that it won't happen, but at the same time, I don’t want you to hurt yourself over this.”

“I just love you so much,” he said again, turning to paw at the wall. His claws ate away at the quickly chipping paint, the flakes clinging to his fingers. “I would much rather be human so that I wouldn’t have to bear this for long…”

In an attempt to console him once more, you slipped out of bed, letting the blanket fall to the floor as you tried your best to calm him down. “Midnight, please. You’re scaring me. Please come back to bed.”

He did try to calm down for your sake, but the fear he was experiencing right at that very moment was unlike anything he had ever felt. His fingers twitched and spasmed as he was unable to keep still—haunted by the idea that you would one day become just a memory. Would he forget you in time? Would the way you look at him one day become a blur—a ghost of someone he once knew? He didn’t want to find that out.

Just as you were about to try again, he whipped around to look at you once more in a way that was so sudden that it made you flinch.

“How long do humans live for?” he asked you.

A hard lump passed through your throat as you gulped, quickly trying to think of an answer that didn’t set him off even more. “I-I’m not entirely sure,” you replied, “I mean, it depends on genetics and lifestyle factors, but I would say the standard would be between eighty and ninety years?”

Midnight went quiet. His breathing fell silent, and he turned rigid again. His voice came out as a whisper soon after, hardly able to hold the weight of what you had just told him. “That’s… that’s mere decades,” he said before erupting into a shout that was so loud that it made you jump, “you’re telling me that humans live for so little? That’s nothing! That’s the blink of an eye! That’s a heartbeat—one that you won’t even have given enough time.”

“I-I know that it sounds like a short time,” you said, trying to keep calm even as the subject was starting to eat away at you, “but it doesn’t feel that way for me. Life just feels… long. It’s so easy to forget about the inevitable and ignor—”

He didn’t let you finish, but he did catch onto a detail that seemed to calm him down a little. “You… you can just ignore it?”

“Well, yes…” you nodded that time, trying to offer a weak smile, “because if you don’t, then you’ll end up driving yourself insane.”

Midnight looked at you for a very long time before turning away again. He tried to calm himself down with a deep breath and then sighed. His hands branched over to meet your face, cupping your cheeks in both of his hands. Like before, he felt warm and comforting, despite his untamed fear that only seemed to escalate. “You’re right,” he muttered, “I can’t obsess over this, because if I do, then I’ll lose myself to it, won’t I? It’s like a curse; one that threatens to drive me over to the brink of madness. I can’t let it win, because if I do, then your life will slip through my very fingers.”

You were about to say something, but then he caught you before you could.

“You’re alive,” he stated.

You nodded carefully. “Yes.”

“…For now,” he added.

Your lips parted again. “For a long time.”

Somehow, this was once again the wrong thing to say as his reaction turned sour again. Midnight made a strange noise that sounded like a choked cry and a half-laugh, and, before you could say or do anything, he broke out into tears right before you. His grip on your face tightened, but not enough to cause you pain.

Your fingers crept over his hands, offering soft little strokes, but it didn’t seem to help as much as you would have hoped. A yawn broke out of your lips next, and your eyelids slightly drooped. As much as you wanted to talk to him through this—to calm him down—you couldn’t stay awake forever.

“I know that this is… a difficult topic,” you started, keeping your voice as gentle as you could, “but Midnight,” you tried to drive an important point home, “you said it yourself, didn’t you? Dwelling on it won’t do you any good, so let’s just go to sleep, and we can talk about this another time. Please.”

Midnight responded with a laugh when he didn’t mean to. “S-sleep?” he snorted. “You have just informed me that you’re going to live for less than a century and you’re going to be wasting your time on sleep?”

“Yes…” you tried to smile, “because life feels better when you’re well-rested. It’s no use if I’m too exhausted to live.”

Midnight nodded that time, supposing that he could understand that much. What he couldn’t quite grasp, however, was why or how you were being so calm over your life one day coming to an end. Seeing you all sleepy and wanting, though, made him settle down. He wanted to be your comfort, and so, he stopped fighting you on the matter for now. “Okay,” he allowed, “then sleep, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“It will,” you calmly confirmed, starting to walk back to bed.

“But,” he said, catching onto your wrist before you could settle back in, “I’ll be watching you the entire time.”

You tilted your head off to the side. “Watch me sleep? O-okay. If it’ll help you calm down, then by all means…”

Midnight adopted a feverish expression, his eyes glinting with just enough madness to make you worry. “I’m going to watch your every moment from now on. I’m going to cherish every second of your life.”

You tried to smile, thinking that the sentiment was at least somewhat sweet, but Midnight was often intense, so you couldn’t help but worry that this was the start of something concerning. “Okay…” you allowed for now, “but don’t go crazy with it. Please.”

Midnight kept quiet as he settled back into bed with you, tracing a clawed finger along the soft curve of your cheek. He waited for your eyes to flutter closed and for your breathing to even out before responding to you. He didn’t want to make you worry, but at the same time, he didn’t want to lie to himself.

“Too late,” he whispered out loud, “for you have already driven me to madness and beyond.”

He sighed, taking in your peaceful expression, leaning over to press his lips against your forehead.

“I love you so much.”

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