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Broken heart

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JJ gets more than the blunt end of the machete. AU of 2.10, with extra whump and extra Jiara.

For @princessofnothingcharming who deserves all good things.

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Sorta as per my last reblog: CHARACTERS GETTING SICK DURING A PARTY

I'm thinking like, catching the flu and actually getting sick over the course of the few hours they're there

So they're fine at the beginning, cheerful, eating and drinking and chatting...

And then they start to feel really run down, really fast

Zoning out on the couch, suddenly exhausted. Other characters think they could be drunk/high, but soon realize they're completely sober and just really out of it from a rising fever

Lights looking too bright, the rest of the room looking too dim. Weird halos around lamps, the TV screen.

Someone falling asleep curled up on the sofa, found and given a blanket by another party goer who thinks it's adorable at first -- only to realize they're a bit too warm

Maybe they had to get all the way across town to reach their friend's house, and now it's either late enough that buses aren't running, or they don't have money for a cab, or they drove but they're in no state to do so now, or maybe their friends are just worried enough about them that sending them home alone at all isn't something they're comfortable with...so the easiest solution is to just let them spend the night

Taking someone's temperature in a bathroom late at night with only a night light on, the sounds of the party still audible outside the door

Letting them sleep in somebody's bed, dimming the lights and closing the door, asking people to keep things quiet when near that room because there's someone inside trying to rest

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Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 4: Dawn of the Vampires

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Meg Donnelly as Addison Wells and Milo Manheim as Zed Necrodopolis in ZOMBIES 4: Dawn of the Vampires (2025) dir. Paul Hoen

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Hey! Been writing a fic where the character is concussed and was wondering if you had any good recommendations for fics of scenes that show a character waking up with a concussion or just doing stuff once they have a concussion. Just anything concussion related lol. Thanks!

I'm so sorry about the delay, and I am going to blame it on my bookmarks because I don't have a way of keeping them straight. But my first fews suggestions so that it doesn't linger in my inbox unanswered (and maybe others can recommend some too?)

false confidence by jamietarttsnorthernattitude in Ted Lasso fandom

Still The Bone Remembers by tenderhooked in Slow Horses

The Lost by orphan_account in Merlin BBC

Don't (Wanna) Know Who I Am by altschmerzes in 9-1-1

Thicker Than Blood by altschmerzes in 9-1-1

thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was) by jamietarttsnorthernattitude in Ted Lasso

the early arrival of a fragile spring by mballyntyne  in Ted Lasso

We'll All Come Runnin' by PurpleArrowzandLeather in Top Gun/Maverick

stuck in solitude by autumnchills (mind the tags) in 9-1-1

nothing new by morimaru in the Mentalist

Unstitched & Unmoored by Woland (MIND THE TAGS and the concussion is the last two chapters) in Around the World in 80 Days

The Phantom by shewritesstuffhere in Outer Banks

Those are the ones that at least center on head injuries and concussions, but if anyone else has any suggestions, feel free to add to the list!

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those little sounds of relief when a character’s been given a chance to rest after being severely hurt. that’s it; that’s the post.

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Lamb, Louisa and Shirley find River and they might be out of the woods physically but they sure aren’t metaphorically.

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Anyone want a short JJ Maybank fic? I wrote a snippet that works as a standalone whump piece...

This isn't a prompt from anything in particular -- it's not one of the games I've done. But @woudsohfiv wanted JJ hurt -- but awake. I started in my head with the line "It's not that bad" and came up with this:

"It's not that bad," JJ says.

John B stares at him, gaping.  He struggles to find the words; he struggles to move.  Shit, he can't even think right now.

"I swear," JJ says again, swallowing convulsively as his body shakes.  "It's really fine."

But there's blood.

There's a lot of blood.

It's running down JJ's arm, coating the entire thing red.  The liquid -- thick and sticky -- drips from JJ's fingertips and it's already forming a puddle on the ground on the porch of the Chateau.  He can't see the source -- but. JJ's left hand is sloppily holding his bicep, in some vain attempt to stem the blood.

It's not working.

At all.

"I just--" JJ starts, faltering a little.  He blinks fast a few times, taking a shaky breath as the last of the color seems to drain from his face.  "I just need to sit down."

That's an understatement -- clearly.

Because JJ makes it approximately another second.

Before his eyes roll up and his knees crumple.  He goes down hard; he goes down fast.  It's all John B can do to lunge through the threshold of the door and catching him before they both hit the porch with a thud.

"JJ?" he says, voice tight as he calls for his best friend.  "JJ!"

He twists, trying to shift his body so he can see what's going on.  He ends up on his ass, JJ sprawled on top of him.  His limbs are long and heavy, both blood coated hands splayed at his sides.  John B can feel the blood as it drips on him now, JJ's head lolling against his chest.

Somehow, his eyes are open.

"JJ?" he says, reaching down and tilting his face toward him.  "What the hell?"

JJ blinks slower now, like it's taking all his effort to stay away.  Now that JJ's hand is gone, John B can see the source.  It's a gash -- deep and jagged -- cutting across JJ's upper arm.  It's shredded what's left of his t-shirt, and it doesn't take more than a cursory glance to see how far down it's gone.  Straight to the bone.

"Just put some pressure on it," JJ slurs, like that's going to fix it.  "Just got to -- slow the bleeding--"

JJ's eyelids start to flutter, and John B curses.  "You're bleeding out, J," he says, heart starting to pound as he shifts again, getting his body out from under JJ's.  He lowers JJ's head, cushioning it until it's on the ground.  He cups JJ's face for a second.  "What happened?"

JJ's eyes are open -- but the blue is too glassy.  He looks at John B, but it's not clear if he actually sees him, even as he tries to answer.  "Just an accident," he says, the words barely strung together.  "He didn't mean it."

His gaze drifts off for a second, and John B feels the anger coil in his gut.  "Your dad?" he asks.

JJ hums a little, exhaling heavily as he seems to let his body go limp.  "It was an accident," he mumbles.  "I just -- got in the way.  I should know better.  When he's drinking--"

There are a thousand possibilities, and each one is shit.  There's no explanation that somehow makes this palatable.

That Luke would do this to JJ.

And then just let him go.

It's just like JJ to lick his wounds in private.

Even if those wounds involved bleeding to death.

"Shit," he says, reaching down to put pressure on the arm.  He's working with gravity -- and his full faculties -- so his grip is stronger than JJ's, and he's able to pinch it off with some force.  Enough for JJ to shudder, trying to pull away with a whine.  "This is really bad, J."

JJ shakes his head, his whole body heaving as he tries to take the next breath.  "It's fine," he says, the words barely coherent.  "I just -- need to stop the bleeding."

He can feel it, the pulse of the blood against his hands.  It's like a piece of gum to stem a dam.  It's not enough; it won't hold.  The blood keeps pooling on the ground, soaking into the wood boards.  

"Did you walk here like this?" he asks, nothing short of incredulous.  He sees the trail of blood up the steps and across the floor.  A bloody smudge on the door.  "J?"

JJ's gaze wanders to him again, like it may take all he has to focus.  "No, I took my bike," he says, looking away like he can't quite remember.  "I needed to -- get out of there.  Fast."

He can't imagine JJ was in any condition to ride.

But then, if JJ had walked, he would have bled out on the side of the road.

If John B doesn't do something, he may still bleed out now.

"JJ, we need to call an ambulance," he says, because he can't think of anything else.  "This cut something.  Something deep."

"No," he protests, making a weak attempt to push himself up.  "I'm okay.  Just keep pressure on it."

The words falter, even as he says them, and his energy flags before he can even get all the way up.  His eyes go unfocused for a moment, and John B has to do <i>something</i>.  JJ's bleeding to death; he can't just sit here and watch him die.  JJ came here for a reason.

That's what he tells himself.

JJ came <i>here</i>. He trusts John B to get him through this.

No matter what.

"Okay," he says, letting out a breath as he collects himself.  He reaches down with one hand, shifting to undo his belt.  It's not easy -- working with one hand -- but he undoes the latch and yanks it free.

On the ground, JJ watches him dully.  "I like you, B," he slurs.  "But not like that."

"Shut up," he hisses.  "And give me a sec."

He has to brace himself, prepare himself -- for what comes next.  The tourniquet is the only option left, the only way that they'll keep the blood in check.  But he'll need both hands to apply it.

Which means, he has to let go.

For a second, he has to let JJ bleed.

It might be too much, but it's their only chance.  It's JJ's only chance.

He looks at him.  "This is going to hurt," he says.   "But I swear,  JJ.  I've got you.  Okay?"

JJ looks back at him.  No more bravado.  

Just fear.

He looks young; he looks so young.

For all John B wants to hold on, he knows the only option is to let go.

To save JJ.

He has no choice.

For JJ.

He lets go, swallowing hard as he doesn't look at the blood that comes pouring out in fresh waves.  JJ goes strangely lax for a moment, like he can feel the life drain out of him, and John B's fingers are numb as he snakes the belt around JJ's upper arm.  He finds the spot above the injury, struggling to loop the belt through the buckle.

He pulls tight.  

At the pressure, JJ gasps -- crying out weakly as his body bucks.  John B doesn't stop, but he latches it off -- yanking it taut and securing it with all he has.  JJ is sobbing now, trying to curl away from the pain, but John B holds him down -- looking, watching.

There's still blood everywhere.  It's like a damn crime scene.

But the wound itself has stopped bleeding.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.  

The tourniquet has worked.

The relief is real.

The relief is also short-lived.

Because a tourniquet is a short-term solution.  A stopgap.

"Okay," he says, forcing himself to swallow.  His grapples in his pocket for his phone.  His fingers are shaking as he pulls it out as JJ rolls his head toward his arm.

"What'd you do?" he asks weakly.

He pulls up the emergency number, his fingers leaving blood streaks on the screen.  "Stopping the bleeding."

JJ blinks at it dumbly.

"It'll buy you time,"  he says, connecting the call.

JJ's brow furrows deeply, breathing still staggered as he gasps for oxygen between his pale lips.  "For what?"

"A hospital," John B says.  "And a blood transfusion, probably."

JJ makes a sound of protest -- but John B ignores it as a voice answers on the other end of the line.  "911, what's your emergency."

"My friend," John B says, bringing his attention around.  "He's got a cut on his arm and it's bleeding -- a lot."

"Have you tried applying pressure?" the voice asks.

"You don't understand," John B says.  "I think he severed something.  I applied a tourniquet but--"

"What's your location?"

He supplies the address. He answers the questions about JJ's age and condition.  He tells the operator about the nature of the injury and no, he doesn't know how it happened.

"Help will be there soon," the voice promises.

He looks down, still surprised to find JJ looking up at him.  His eyes are a little vacant now, the puffs of air coming through his mouth starting to grow weaker.  John B can't help it; he drops the phone, using both his hands to cup JJ's face again.

"Help's coming, J," he promises.  "You're going to be okay."

JJ's mouth moves, but words don't come out.  His brow furrows again -- a weak, strained motion.  "Help's coming?" he asks.

It's a sure sign of how weak JJ is -- how bad this is -- that he doesn't fight.  That he doesn't resist, that he doesn't put up any resistance.  He looks at John B like he trusts him, he looks at John B like he's his whole damn world.  All he's got left.

Maybe all he's ever had.

John B smiles, the motion cracking across his face in a way that he feels, deep in his soul.  There are tears in his eyes that he won't cry for JJ's sake as he keeps his touch steady.  "It's not that bad," he says, echoing JJ's promise from the start.  "I'm here now.  You're here now."

JJ looks at him like he believes everything.  Every last word as his body gives way.

"I'm fine," he echoes softly, like it's the one true thing either of them has left.

It's not that bad -- together.

They're fine -- together.

They just have to keep it together for a few more years until they're adults.  They just have to survive a little bit longer until they get to call the shots.  They just have to stem the flow -- from Luke's abuse, from Big John's absence, from an island that would chew them up and spit them out.  They just have to keep on the pressure, and stay awake.

Before they make it to the other side.

"I swear," John B says, almost choking on the sob in his chest even as he hears the sirens coming up the road.  "It's really fine."

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Dept. Q S01E02

Matthew Goode as Carl Morck

Alexej Manvelov as Akram Salim

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You've asked this before - it's called a Reason to Fight by Orison on ao3. I forget who found it for us, but it's on here if you search by your name or Hawaii Five 0

Hi!! I've been following you for a while and you're one of my favorite whump profiles I follow. I was wondering if you could help me out in looking for a fic I cannot remember the name or author of?? It's a Hawaii Five-O fic on AO3 in which Steve gets in a car wreck with Grace in the car (Charlie may have been there, too). He is pretty injured, Grace calls 911 & acts bravely, and they're stuck until EMS gets there. Danny comes in at the end - at the wreck or the hospital, I'm not sure. I read it about 1-2 years ago and want to read it again, but I cannot find it. I'm hoping the author didn't remove it, but it's likely.😭😭😭

This doesn’t sound familiar, but man would I love to read it!

Lovely followers, does this fic sound familiar to anyone?

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still the bone remembers

“The talking back, the persistent refusal to obey. All it does is make me more determined to break you. Into little pathetic fucking pieces. You can’t expect me to believe you’ve forgotten that, too.” “Haven’t,” says River, curling his hands into futile fists behind his back. He hopes Catherine doesn’t have enough information to put together Payne’s meaning. She can’t know. She can never know. Because if she knew, she would turn away from him and never look back. Because if she knew, she would despise the very sight of him, and be disgusted by the thought that she had ever dared to touch him. “Been waiting for it, honestly. Excited to keep going.” Payne arches a brow. He lets go of River’s shoulder and brings that hand to cup his face as well, so that he’s held between the calloused hands that have so carefully excavated his heart from his fucking chest. “I’m glad to hear that,” Payne says, and he nearly sounds it, too. “We’ve got much in store for the day. Now, walk.”

read chapter 3 here on ao3!

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"Russell needs your help." The words have Colter immediately on a plane to Belize, where he and his brother start tracking a missing detective in dire need of medical attention. They just have to hope they locate the man before he succumbs to his injuries... or is found by the criminals who are also on his trail. It would be a lot easier if the cartel wasn't desperate to find Charlie Hudson.

Yes, we all know Charlie would've been found in five minutes if someone had just taken Rex to Belize, but this is a different take on the Hudson & Rex season 7 ending (that I still have a lot of feelings about and am holding out as a suspenseful bit that will be resolved at the start of season 8).

Because I'm currently also quite the fan of Tracker and the Shaw brothers, so of course they're going to be my top choice after just chucking Rex on a plane.

More chapters to come (and probably more tags, but my brain refuses to cooperate at the moment, plus who knows where the story is gonna take me - not me, and I'm the author).

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I’m obsessed with camcorder

WAH ASH........ ILU WEEPS!!!

i'm gonna try to actually write some for it in a bit but until then here's a clip owo

This time, when the video pauses, it is because Lamb does it deliberately, with unerring, single-minded precision. His heart is a stone in his throat, but it’s not for that reason that he’s compelled to stop. It’s because, while Payne has been talking, Lamb has been watching River. And though there’s an efficient calculus to Payne’s words that is far more curdling than it should be, reducing River to some—some thing that’s meant to be handled and molded and beaten, bruised like the soft flesh of an apple from the tree, so that it never forgets what roots it came from, that’s not what has Lamb’s blood burning ice in his veins. No, no. What has it doing that is the way River cowered the moment the phrase hard hand slipped from Payne’s lips.  And, now, Lamb doesn’t know much about Isobel Cartwright. At least, he knows no more than everybody else does: that, yes, she abandoned her eight-year-old son on the doorstep of the old bastard, presumably under the assumption that the old bastard would do what he’d done to every other poor sod he’d ever had under his thumb and ruin the boy, before fleeing for the hills until the wind called her back. Year after year of this, so the story goes. She came and she went from her father’s house with such rarity that it’s a surprise River ever had a chance to learn her name, much less her face. But—but. In the dim dark of the frame on which Lamb has paused, River has never looked more like a child. Forced to the floor, arm wrenched behind his back, the camera pinned to the downturn of his face. And that face is… it’s been flayed open. Utterly broken, completely shattered. There’s a fragility to it that turns Lamb’s stomach over on itself, and all at once, in precise, unerring detail, he can picture River at five-years-old, small and mop-headed, owlish eyes welling with bright, aching tears, one tiny palm held to his swollen, fury-red cheek. A hard hand. It’s as if Lamb has been offered a looking glass into the past, and as much as he wants to turn away from it, he can’t, he fucking could never. 

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Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Alex Rider - Anthony Horowitz, Slow Horses (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: River Cartwright, Alex Rider, Frank Harkness, Louisa Guy, Jackson Lamb (Slough House), Patrice Harkness, Marcus Longridge, Catherine Standish, Shirley Dander, Derek Smithers Additional Tags: Crossover, Slow Horses S4 AU, Post Scorpia Rising, Canon-Typical Violence, Alex is Fucked Up, He’s also a little shit, Sass, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse Summary:

River was running on fumes. He hadn’t had a moment of rest since getting a drink with Louisa and now found himself with his grandad on the run and in a random French town. His focus should just be on getting what he needed and then getting out of there and back home. But this kid … he was a mystery and the more River learnt about him, the more sure he was that the kid needed saving.

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The first chapter of the Alex Rider Slow Horses crossover that I’ve not been able to stop talking about is here. This thing has spiralled massively out of control so it’s going to be 6 chapters with at least one sequel lol 😂