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Whumptober Day #3: Finger Prints

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There was something on Remus’ arm. He could feel it, crawling up his skin, light touches that climbed towards his shoulder. He rubbed at it through the material of his hockey jersey but it persisted, insistent and distracting. He had a vague feeling that he should be doing something. He could hear the noises of the locker rooms, people calling out their goodbyes, locker doors slamming shut, the cubs bickering nearby. He should find Sirius, he would probably be ready to leave soon.

Except, he couldn’t seem to forget about his arm. Something jabbed at the muscles and he flinched, pushing up his sleeve. There were… fingerprints. Bloody and dripping, dancing across his skin and multiplying by the second. 

“What the fuck?” His voice sounded distant, strange to his own ears. Like he was hearing himself from across the room. 

Something grabbed at his elbow and tugged, and this time a full hand print appeared. He was losing control of his own arm, watching as it tugged itself backwards, pulling and pulling until he was sure something would give. 

“Stop, stop, fuck, it hurts. Sirius!” His voice came out as a whisper now, barely audible even though he was screaming. “Sirius, please, make it stop!” 

There was another yank and suddenly hot breath coated his neck, damp and rancid. “I warned you, Moony. I don’t lose.” 

It was Fenrir, except something about him was different. He was taller now, features sharper, eyes glinting a sickly yellow. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything! It was just hockey!” He grinned and his teeth were pointed, glinting a sharp white and dripping with blood… Remus’ blood, he realized with a start. 

His shoulder was suddenly on fire, burning as the flesh tore away, bones grinding against one another. Fenrir was there now, teeth sunk into Remus’ shoulder, ripping at the tendons and snapping the ligaments. Remus screamed, and this time he could hear  himself. 

It was all consuming, horrible and never ending. Waves of pain lancing through his nerves, sharp and throbbing and burning all at once. It was going to kill him. He was dying, dying, dying, dying

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Whumptober Day 2: Role Reveral

This is set in the wonderful @lumosinlove 's sweater weather universe. Go check out their incredible works!

If Sirius was being completely honest, he had completely lost track of how many times Remus had told him he was a horrible patient. And honestly? Sirius had always been inclined to agree.

Even before they were together, when he was still rehabbing his ankle, Remus hadn’t hesitated to call Sirius out on his bullshit. About the way he would gripe and complain about the pain, only to skip his nightly ice and elevation. Push himself too far, too fast. 

Then, when Fenrir broke his ribs, it had become clear just how horrible of a patient he really was. The pain had made him irritable, quick to push and snap and break. Remus had been a saint through it all, a steady presence in the storm of Sirius’ ever changing emotions. So yes, Sirius had agreed that he might just be the worst patient. But now, he was realizing how wrong he had been, because that award went to Remus. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me”. Remus’ head snapped around so fast Sirius was surprised it didn’t just keep on spinning. 

“Sirius! Hey!” Sirius narrowed his eyes at Remus’ fake grin. His fiancé was currently teetering dangerously on his crutches, attempting to carry a plate of saran wrapped leftovers without falling on his ass. “You hungry?” 

“No, but if you were, you should have called me.” Remus shrugged, which only further unbalanced him. 

“You were busy.”

“I really wasn’t”. Sirius actually had been pretty busy, spending most of the day running around trying to keep Remus from further injuring his dislocated knee. Except, Remus had said he was going to lay down for a bit, and Sirius thought it was safe to sneak into the home gym and get a quick workout in. Evidently not. 

“It’s just lunch, I’m completely capable of making lunch.” Sirius scoffed. 

“You’re not even capable of walking right now.”  The glare Remus turned on him was so harsh Sirius raised his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay, désolé, you’re right. I know you can make lunch.” Remus narrowed his eyes, as if he was trying to suss out whether Sirius was mocking him. Then, he slowly began moving towards the counter. When Sirius didn’t stop him he continued, unwrapping the leftover thanksgiving Turkey. 

When Remus reached up to open the microwave that hung above the stove Sirius held his breath, watching closely for any wobbles in balance. The last thing Remus needed was to fall. However, he managed to successfully place the plate in the microwave and turn it on without incident. 

Remus turned, a gloating grin on his face. “See, told you I could make-” For a second Sirius didn’t understand what had happened.

One second Remus was basking in his small victory, the next he was all but collapsing onto the tiled floor. A loud squeak startled him out of his silence, a red rubber dog ball rolling innocently away from where Remus was now crumpled. 

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Whumptober Day #1: Race Against the Clock

Because I'm absolutely obsessed, I decided to do whumptober in @lumosinlove 's absolutely beautiful Sweater Weather universe this year. If you haven't already, go read their works! They're incredible! Enjoy!

Sweat dripped down the back of Remus’s neck, making him ache to reach up and wipe it away. Instead, he readjusted his hands around his hockey stick, fighting to control his breath. He’d been on the ice for three shifts already and his lungs burned. He didn’t have much longer to go though. His eyes glanced up at the clock, thirteen seconds blinking back at him in big red and gold numbers. The roar of the crowd was deafening, almost stifling. A stadium full of lions, hungry for a win. 

The entire game had been like this. The fans didn’t like the Slytherin Snake’s stepping foot of Gryffindor ice any more than their team members did, and the air buzzed with hostility. Gloves had been dropped no less than fifteen times already, with an all out brawl between both teams at the end of second period ending in penalties for so many players that it had to be cut short by several minutes. 

The mad scramble for goals had been non stop, and they were tied 6-6, with Riddle and Leo both desperately trying to keep the puck out of their goal. Remus was pretty sure Logan and Finn had snuck off with Leo to let off a little steam between the second and third period, because he had left the locker room looking like someone had killed his puppy and came back with sheer determination on his face. He had managed to hold off the Slytherin offense the entire period, with just thirteen seconds left, but Remus could see how pale he looked even through the goalie mask. 

The whistle blew to return to line up and Remus went, skating to flank Sirius on his right, Logan at his shoulder. Thirteen seconds, they were so close, they could do this. All they had to do was maintain the tie, defend Knutty. The whistle sounded, and the puck dropped. 

13

Sirius lost the puck, Malfoy sending it backwards to his teammate

12

Snape faked right past Finn, greasy hair doing nothing to hide that infuriating smirk

11

Remus turned too slow and was rammed hard to the side, hick stick flying from his grasp

10

Sirius was fast, but not fast enough, and Snape was gaining on the goal

9

Remus scrambled for his stick, managing to grab it and begin flying up the ice

8

Finn managed to steal back the puck, turning and shooting it to Nado

7

Malfoy intercepted, circling back toward the goal

6

Leo crouched, hands up with knees ready to bend or straighten

5

Logan was rammed into the glass, a low noise of concern and fury echoing from the crowd

4

Finn called out Logan’s name

3

Leo looked to the side, just for a second, eyes searching for his boyfriend

2

Malfoy took the shot

1

The buzzer sounded

For just a second, the arena was silent. Then came the disappointed groans and boos of the crowd. It hit Remus like a shock wave, knocking him back and forcing him to catch his balance. They had lost. 

And Finn was calling for medical.

Remus’ gaze shot up, catching on Logan’s crumpled form, disturbingly still. There were whistles blowing, Moody was walking out onto the ice, his face grim. Remus felt a hand on his back, looked to the side to see Sirius, his eyes like steel. He glanced back at Logan and felt sick as he watched Moody place a c-collar, calling for a back board. Logan’s eyes still hadn’t opened. 

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ell’s wolfstar fic recs

Absolutely no one asked for this but I wanted to share my favorite fics I read this year. I’m bad at explaining why I loved these but trust me, if it’s on this list, it blew my mind.

(These are in the order I have read them)

Fuck It, It’s fine by R33sesPieces

The perfect right person wrong time. It takes them a long ass time to learn to be gentle with each other but oh how soft it gets when they do!

The Space Between; or, A Moon to All the Juice in Us by @emeryhall

I have never read anything like this. It’s so clever so creative so interesting.

Zen and the Art of Body Modification by @emeryhall

Wow. I don’t think I can find the words to describe how much I enjoyed reading this. It’s perfectly written. It’s so hot and so soft and honestly really funny. I constantly go back to read my favorite parts.

Lover, you should’ve come over by dykesiriusblack

The most delicious friends with benefits I have ever read, that’s it.

Adore series by @fiveht

The first time I actually enjoyed something with daddy kink. It’s done so so well imo. I loved it.

Beautiful boy (darling boy) by roaming_the_greenwood1

Honestly so sweet and so different. Featuring trans remus pregnant with their child, friends to parents then to lovers, and wolfstar raising harry and actually getting to protect him this time.

Ways to be gentle by quietlemonhush

The number of times I have read this is so embarrassing. As the title implies, the amount of gentleness and love in this is unreal, and I reach for it every time I want to read something comforting.

The Way We Fall by @theresthesnitch

This is my favorite wolfstarbucks I have read. The writing, the sex, the LOVE. So good.

To All a Good Night by MsAlexWP

I absolutely adore anything Alex writes, but this has to be one of my faves. Friends to lovers, emphasis on friends. I love how focused it is on their friendship and care for each other. Their first time is a scene I keep going back to.

I appreciate all the writers mentioned and not mentioned here for their wonderful work!! They bring so much happiness into my life without knowing it!

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Wolfstar bingo wrap-up

This summer's wolfstar bingo is over. It was my first time participating and it was so fun! Thank you @wolfstarbingo2024 !

I have learned:

- Much better English! (still not perfect, I know)

- Some new AO3 features.

- Several fantastic authors that I look forward to reading more from!

I have apparently not learned:

- Time management and planning... (no bingo this year)

Together we have created 130+ new wolfstar fanfics (how cool is that?!) I have read all of them and if you have the time you totally should, they are all worth it. If not - here are some pearls to check out:

Easier - rated E - 1,5k - angsty smut, exes - by @theresthesnitch

Sex and the art of motorcycle maintenance - rated E - 1,5k - smut with a motorcycle - by @sliebman10

Remus Lupin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Book Signing - rated M - 3k librarian Remus meets author Sirius (there is also a part two rated E) - by @severedreamerfox

It's not goodbye, it's not forever, it's just not right now - rated T - 5k - super angsty, alcoholic Sirius - by @lucigoo

Leather and cinnamon - rated E - 13k - single dad Remus meets cool bar owner Sirius - by @tracingpatternswrites

Wisdom of the Oracle - rated E - 6k - King Remus meets Oracle Sirius - by @theresthesnitch

Down Dog - rated M - 7k - Remus has a crush on his yoga teacher - by cannevanna

The degree of betrayal - Graphic depictions of violence - rated M - 3k - Remus is undercover in Greyback's pack while they catch Sirius - by @mundrakan

Dancing with a stranger - Graphic depictions of violence - rated M - 2k - angsty, first wisarding war - by @theresthesnitch

Not Jealous - rated E - 2k - Remus is not jealous, not at all... - by @my-castles-crumbling

of jokes and "lost" jumpers - rated E - 2k - fluffy smut - by @my-castles-crumbling

Coincidental Abscenses - not rated (but I would say T) - 1k - teenage wolfstar getting together - by fictional_simp09

To Moony, With Love - rated E - 18k - spy AU, when Remus gets caught by the enemy Sirius realises he might be more than a friend to him - by @sliebman10

Uncomfortably Numb - rated M - 6k - super angsty, alcoholic Remus - by breathintime

Spilling Coffee on Strangers - not rated (but I would say T) - 1,5k - coffee shop meet-cute - by fictional_simp09

Memories of you - Major Character Death - rated M - 7k - Sirius grieving Remus - by @brandileigh2003

"welcome home, baby (we wish your parents had told us you were coming)" - rated T - 5k - wholesome wolfstar with all their friends - by @m00neroni

Collapsing - rated M - 18k - disabled Remus, hurt/comfort - by @brandileigh2003

Sirius Black's Tiny Little Gay Awakening - rated G - fluff - by Deya

Pretty please, with sugar on top - rated E - 6k smut, age gap, degradation kink - by @youprettythings

Scratch on the moon, like a familiar smile - rated E - 6k - cowboy AU, first meet - by cannevanna

To have and to hold - rated G - 13k - wolfstars wedding (but the main story is jegulus!) - by @her-smile-forges-galaxies

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James and Regulus watching the Barbie movie in the cinema, then ‘What was I made for?’ starts playing. As soon as the lyric “I’m sad again, don’t tell my boyfriend, it’s not what he’s made for” sounds through the movie theatre, James leans over and whispers in Regulus’ ear,

“It’s exactly what I’m made for.”

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So I demolished all of the cannon Sweater Weather content in like four days and have been reading fan content non stop since. So here's my little take on it. Thank you so much to @lumosinlove for creating this beautiful universe and letting us play in it. I would love any requests for other ideas, seriously I can't get enough of these hockey boys.

TW for overworking oneself to the point of collapse, mentions of nausea and vomiting (no one throws up), and general angst

Skate, strides long, smooth, fast but don't rush. Bounce the puck off the wall, catch it, cradle don't scoop, loop around the goal, shoot, ping, who misses the net without a fucking goalie, surely not a professional NHL player, go again, watch your lines, take the shot, what the fuck is wrong with you, Sirius leaning on the boards with that sleepy look in his eye, go again- wait, what?

Remus halted so hard and fast that if he hadn't been on artificial ice shavings would have sprayer all over his boyfriend. Remus panted, taking a panicked look at the clock that hung on the wall. Had he lost track of time? But no, 6:07 blinked at him in harsh red. Sirius never got up earlier than nine the morning after a game, which should have left Remus plenty of time to shower and sneak back into bed like nothing had happened.

"What are you doing up so early?" He gasped out, lungs heaving. Fuck, he ached. No, burned. His thighs were on fire, calves cramping, joints shaking at the mere act of holding himself up. Not to mention his shoulder twinging at every little twist and pull, forcing him to hold back a wince.

Sirius just rose an eyebrow, "I could be asking you the same thing." Remus shrugged, bypassing the question, knowing that actually I never went to sleep because I snuck out of our bedroom to watch two hours of tape and then run drills for three hours would not be an acceptable answer.

"How long have you been standing there?" How many open goals did you see me miss.

Sirius mimicked his shrug, maybe a little mockingly, and Remus swallowed thickly. So he was in trouble, then.

"I woke up and you weren't there." Remus licked his lips and tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't end in a fight. Sirius beat him to it. "Baby, what are you doing? You practically spent the whole night on the ice," If only you knew how true that was. "You need rest after a game like that."

"I just need to get this play right. I'm almost done, go back to bed." Sirius' eyes went from worried to hard in less than a heart beat, Remus shrinking under the heat of his gaze.

"Non."

"No?"

"Non, you're not going to get that play right, Remus." Remus nearly flinched. He knew he'd played badly last night, but to hear the unbelief from Sirius himself stung. Sirius' face softened a little, holding out his hand. "Come here, mon amour."

Remus hesitated for a moment, unsure, but eventually skated the distance to the board, his knees and ankles groaning in protest. Sirius took his hand, removing his glove and gently kissing his finger tips.

"You aren't going to get that play while you're still exhausted and over worked. Your body needs rest, baby. It can't work on empty. You taught me that." Remus closed his eyes, taking a breath and trying to hold back the tears that suddenly burned behind his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"For what, love?"

"The game." The silence stretched on so long that he opened his eyes, Sirius' face blurring before him. He had that little furrow between his brows he only got when he was worried, or trying to figure out a particularly complex play.

"I'm not following." Remus' breath hitched and he could feel a lump growing in his throat.

"I missed your pass." Sirius' brow furrowed further.

"And? I missed a goal, Remus, it's hockey, it happens."

"Not to me." Sirius' eyebrows shot up, incredulous. Remus had to close his eyes against the judgement he was sure had to be brewing there. "It didn't use to happen to me... before." His voice had grown small, shaking. There was a pause, and then his face was being cradled between warm hands, callused from holding a stick all his life, fingers crooked from where they had bent around the shape of it. Warm lips pressed against his brow.

"Mon loup, you are an incredible hockey player. You were before, and you are now." Remus shook his head, feeling the first traitorous tears begin to slip down his face.

"I'm so out of practice, Sirius. I can't catch up all of you, I can't even catch up to myself, to what I used to be able to do."

"You don't need to catch up to anyone, you're already there. You played beautifully last night, you always do. We lost as a team. You cannot carry every loss by yourself, let us shoulder it with you, baby." Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, listing forward to rest his forehead against Sirius'.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Sirius smiled into the kiss he pressed against Remus' lips."

"A very wise physical therapist told me that." Remus chuckled, hand coming up to rest where Sirius' were gently cradling his neck, fingers running through the sweat damp hair that curled there. "Why don't we shower and go back to bed, ouis?" Remus nodded a little.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good." Sirius smiled, holding out a hand to help him over the boards.

Remus got one leg over before the world started spinning. Sirius caught him under the shoulders, taking most of Remus' weight while he tried to get his feet back under him.

"Merde," Sirius grunted out. "Baby, you okay?" Remus blinked hard, realizing the blurry halo surrounding his boyfriend's face wasn't just tears.

"Yeah... yeah sorry, I'm just a little..." Remus trailed off, body suddenly feeling heavy as black dots floated in his vision. He could hear Sirius' panicked voice, feel him lowering Remus to the ground, cupping the back of his head.

Remus felt like he was floating, vaguely feeling the ache of his sore body but unable to get it to move. He wasn't sure how long the world stayed out of focus, Sirius' strained words muffled. It felt like the TV static he remember zipping through his fingers when he touched the screen as a little kid.

Finally, slowly, things began to sharpen. Unfortunately that meant the pain in his legs and shoulder amplified ten fold. He couldn't help but let out a groan through clenched teeth.

"Remus, mon amour, can you hear me?" Remus went to nod but another wave of dizziness over took him, forcing himself to snap his eyes shut again and work through the growing nausea. He settled on a strained "Mhmm". He felt the gasped breath of relief over his flushed skin.

"Talk to me baby, what's happening? Do I need to call Hestia? Moody? An ambulance?" Sirius was sounding more and more panicked with each rambled word, hands flitting nervously over Remus' body as if he would break him.

Remus swallowed a few times, making sure he wasn't about to be sick, before grunting out, "M' fine." He squinted up at Sirius' face, unable to keep up with how quickly it was switching between incredibly worried and furious.

"You are not fine. You just collapsed." Sirius was angry, but Remus could hear the tears in his voice.

"I'm sorry". Sirius' face crumpled.

"No, baby, don't- don't be sorry, just tell me what to do." Remus nodded, licking at his chapped lips.

"Can you get me a gatorade?" Sirius slumped a little, seemingly relieved at having a task to complete.

"Yeah, yeah une seconde". He scrambled up, all of his usual grace disappeared, and jogged over to the stocked fridge they kept within reaching distance. In seconds he had returned, already uncapping a yellow gatorade. Remus couldn't help the little grin that quirked at his lips.

"My favorite."

"Of course. Here, let me help." Sirius rested a hand at Remus' back, slowly helping to sit him up before tilting the bottle to his lips.

Remus forced himself to take slow sips, even though he was suddenly so thirsty he felt like he was dying. He was pretty sure Sirius would combust if he threw up right now. The liquid soothed his throat and slowed the spinning of the world.

"Better?" Sirius asked, Remus humming in reply. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Sirius holding the bottle until Remus stopped shaking enough to grasp it on his own. He moved down to Remus' skates, beginning to untie them.

"How long have you been down here?" Sirius didn't look up from his task, and Remus was grateful for the space he was being granted.

"A few hours." Sirius winced, but just slid his first boot off.

"Did you sleep?"

"Not really."

"Eat?"

"...No." Sirius' eyes slipped shut, hands resting on Remus' ankles as he drew in a deep breath. Finally, he looked up at, grey eyes imploring.

"Baby, do you know how dangerous that is?"

"It wasn't that bad". The words felt week, even to himself.

"You could have hurt yourself, love. Or what if I hadn't been here? Do you know how terrifying it would have been to come down here and find you like that?" Tears prickled at the back of Remus' eyes.

"I'm sorry." Sirius sighed, Moving up to sit between Remus' thighs, legs bent to rest on either side of him. Remus all but slumped forward into the embrace, melting into the feeling of Sirius' hands working out the knots in his curls.

"You can't do that. You can't punish yourself, and you can't beet your body into submission. Trust me, I've tried, it doesn't work." Remus sniffled, hiding in the soft skin of Sirius' neck.

"I know." Sirius' arms tightened around him.

"Let me help, ouis? If you want to run drills we'll rest and then do it together. Okay?" Remus nodded, relaxing further as Sirius pressed a kiss to his temple. "Tell me when you're ready and we'll get you something to eat and get you to bed."

"Okay, just... Give me a minute."

"We have all the time in the world, love."

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"And then he called her an investment"

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there’s actually something To the fact buck kissed lucy In Public like it wasn’t a secret it wasn’t that shared uber she was talking about it was In Public buck kissed back In Public where people who care about him (hen) could see. it’s not that far removed from the buck that would throw himself in danger and get himself hurt for his parents’ attention. because maddie and chim are still gone and they’ve BEEN gone for SIX MONTHS and eddie’s gone too, in a different way, and buck stood in front of him and said please tell me what’s wrong so i can fix this and eddie said Move On! and buck HASN’T moved on from Anything, not the shooting not maddie and chim not eddie not even his parents and daniel. and here’s his best friend, and he’s biggest support, telling him to move on. and it’s interesting, bc earlier in the episode we specifically saw buck hesitate on a call and take his time (“i’m just figuring out how to do this”), NOT being reckless (and are there will implications there? maybe maybe not) but here’s lucy who is everything buck used to be, everything buck used to be before he had maddie back before chim was his Brother before he had eddie. eddie said move on but this is BUCK he doesn’t Move On like eddie he doesn’t Keep Going, he goes Backwards he falls back on what he knows. and what does buck know? impulsive decisions about intimacy, self destruction, throwing himself on a dagger in front of people so they’ll pay attention to him.

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@caroandcats​ requested: “Absquatulate.” Apparently, it means to leave somewhere abruptly. And I thought “bumfuzzle” was the ‘Word of the Day’ low point.

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Our first weekly theme will be Thawing from the Ice Storm. The following fics are some of our fave codas, missing scenes, and speculation stories around the first big disaster of the season. These babies have it all — hurt/comfort, found family feelings, healing, and unconditional love. Grab the tissues.

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accept defeat, by @ourfreewillfanfic | Marjan Marwani |  G | 824

Marjan can’t keep fighting this battle alone.

attendre (to wait for) by @gaffneymedical | The 126 | T | 1556

Lately, attendre has been reminding him how much he hated the word before. Because suddenly, attendre isn’t punches to the chest, it’s the tight hold that grief has in hospital waiting rooms because dammit he’s been here too often.

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[ attendre – the french verb meaning to wait for. the 126 waits for one of their own to wake up. ]

can’t help but love you by @morganaspendragonss | Carlos Reyes & Nancy Gillian | G | 1557

“Did you know he could speak Hebrew?” Nancy asks, breaking the silence of their vigil at TK’s bedside.

“Yeah.” He shrugs, rubbing his hands along his thighs. He doesn’t know what to do with them anymore; once upon a time, he wouldn’t have hesitated to take TK’s hand, but now he can’t. Nancy has hold of the other one, so it’s not like it would mean anything—no more than keeping watch over him now does—but Carlos can’t.

And wouldn’t it mean anything? He thinks it would feel a little too close to before, and maybe a little too close to forgiveness, too. He’s not ready for any of that just yet.

not lost (not lost) but found, by @doublel27 | Carlos Reyes/TK Strand | T+ | 3057

“I want to go home,” falls out of his mouth and onto the floor between them.

“Yeah, TK,” Carlos snorts. “Your opinion on hospital stays is well documented at this point.”

“No—I mean, yes, hospitals are awful and I hate it here, but also, what I was saying…” It’s more than this uncomfortable bed and the constant interruptions. It’s…it’s…“I wanna come home, Carlos. Can I come home?” TK asks, his voice cracking around the words in his throat.

Or: Deleted Scenes from 3x04 Push that show how we got from TK waking up to the apartment.

searching for a trail to follow again by @marjansmarwani | Carlos Reyes/TK Strand |  T+ | 19862

Some extension on 3x04 because while it was wonderful, we can never have too many feelings.

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Buddie fic recs

Some of my favourite go-to Buddie fics that I have re-read multiple times:

might crash staring at you in the car by @buckactuallys / 2375 words One of my favourite versions of Eddie and Buck admitting their feelings for each other

plot twist (and turns) by AutumnChills @lovebuck / 4090 words Established relationship Buddie with some great action and hurt/comfort

i wish that i was good enough by @squidded  / 4751 words Just the right amount of angst and touch starved Buck after the shooting

Stick With You by @softsatanhq / 5929 words Eddie and Buck both hurt, self sacrificing Buck and love confessions!

try to love me if you can by @woodchoc-magnum / 44800 words Angsty Buck and drama with a lovely happy ending for the pair

i don’t swim and you’re not in love by @hattalove / 32374 words Pining Buck and somewhat oblivious Eddie which ends in kissing and boys in love

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Some Of My Favourite Whump-y Phrases

Content warning: [implied] dehumanisation, [implied] abuse/torture, manipulation.

Phrases said by Whumpee

"It hurts."

"I'll be good for you."

"Let me go!"

"Please, make it stop."

"You're hurting me!"

"I'm scared."

"I can't breathe-"

"Get the hell off me!"

"Please don't hurt me."

"Someone will come for me, just you wait."

"Please, no more."

"I can't do this anymore."

"I'm s- so cold."

"Please don't look at me like that."

"You make me feel disgusting."

"I just want to be loved."

Phrases said by Caretaker

"I've got you."

"Leave them alone."

"Why didn't you tell me this was happening?"

"I won't let you go, I promise."

"I should have done more to protect you."

"You're burning up."

"I don't care how long it takes, you bring them back to me or so help me god."

"It's okay, you can cry if you need to."

"You're safe now."

"Let me see them."

"Who did this to you?"

"If you lay a hand on them..."

"I will never give up on you."

Phrases said by Whumper

"I think someone has forgotten their place."

"Be quiet."

"You're so pretty when you cry."

"No one's coming for you."

"It's your own fault that this is happening."

"I am the only one who will ever love you."

"If you ever tell anyone about what happened tonight, I'll be coming after them next."

"You're my perfect pet."

"Look at you, all chained up and helpless."

"I'm doing this because I care about you."

"You knew the rules, did you not?"

"No one will recognise you by the time I'm done."

"Your only purpose in life is to please me, you hear?"

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FEBUWHUMP 2022 IS HERE!

the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote; the top 28 make up the core prompts and a mixture of the next most popular and the blog’s personal favourites have become the alternates!

i’m super excited to see what you all create with these prompts! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ or send an ask! 

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

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Febuwhump Day 13

Pairing: Buddie

Prompt: Won't regain consciousness

“Doctors say it isn’t time to worry yet.” Buck brushed Eddie’s hair away from his face. It still has some gel left in it, making it stiff.

“Christopher is being such a champ.” Buck sucked in a shaky breath. “You would be so proud of him, Eds. He’s so strong.” He falls into silence, taking in the paint beeps and buzzes of the hospital. Down the hall someone is crying.

“I don’t know how you do it. How you did it. The single dad, thing.” Buck moves his eyes to the ceiling. Counts the tiles in an attempt not to cry. “Everyone is helping, but between him, and work, and this.” He breath shakes, releases from his chest all at once. “We need you, Eddie. I know we can do it, but… I don’t want to. Please, Eds.”

He finally looks to Eddie’s face. To the cannula in his nose, the deep circles under his eyes. He was already beginning to look thinner, his cheekbones more prominent. “Please don’t make me do this without you.”

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Febuwhump day 12

Prompt: Spiked drink

Trigger warning: unintentional drinking, underage drinking

The sound of the phone ringing had Buck sitting straight up in bed. His alarms clock blinks 10:30 in red numbers. He’d barely been asleep for an hour. He and Eddie had differing shifts that week, and he’d been crawling into bed just as Eddie had been leaving. The phone paused, then began ringing again, sharp in the quiet house, and Buck scrambled to grab it.

It wasn’t that late, but late enough that a call was enough to be concerning. A chill ran down his spine at the thought that it could be Eddie, injured on a call or in an accident on his way to work. The sight of Christopher’s contact made his blood run cold.

Chris was supposed to be just getting out of his junior prom, heading over to a friend's house to stay the night. He’d been to plenty of school dances, enough that Buck and Eddie hadn’t been worried. Chris was sixteen now, and even Eddie had been loosening the reigns the last few months.

Buck picked up, pressing the phone to his ear. “Chris? Is everything okay?”

“Buck?” The waver in Chris’ voice had Buck scrambling out of bed, reaching blindly for the sweat pants he’d kicked off earlier.

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