#This Is Gonna Hurt

[bobbybriggs]

I've hidden nothing.

YENNEFER AND TISSAIA THE WITCHER - S2E3 | S3E4

[vertigoartgore]

2002's Uncanny X-Men Vol.1 #410 last page by artist Ron Garney, inker Mark Morales, colorist Brian Miller and letterer Richard Starkings.

[littlemagicalstardust]

Orange posted a throwback photo of him with Chuck & Trent on Instagram Stories

[brokenpieces-72]

Down with the Ship

A few hours before the gathering and before the raid. Alejandro and Rudolfo were there and you had the chance to chat with Alejandro who expressed his love for your work.

“You should come with us for the next dia de los Muertos. Pay proper respects.” Alejandro says. You’ve had the chance to meet up with him and Rudy a couple times to help plan and sort out the raid. You mainly go to learn and understand how everything works, listening intently as they sketch out crude diagrams or blueprints of ships and going over cargo records and docking schedules. Your attention to detail has proven useful. Alejandro had also heard about Graves getting a tip, and while reluctant he figured there could be benefit to getting Makarov’s men behind bars. If Makarov tried to get them released it would raise some flags.

Right now was a chance to relax and gather your nerves. That was done with pool, chatting and drinks. Nikolai would be coming with weapons and gear that could be worn under their clothes. The image of Simon in a black hoodie charging at you only for your own bullets to barely phase him sent a visible chill down your spine. As for the kittens the mother would stick around to care for them.

You’re nervous too. Tonight you were going to see Makarov for the first time face to face. Your bouncing knee is visible as you try to decide whether you avoid him the whole night or try talking to him. There’s a sliver in you wanting to confront him about your father but you know the risk and you have no evidence aside from two witnesses one of which was false.

Johnny calls you out of your thoughts, inviting you to join him on the fire escape. Once you’re out there you lean over the railing with him. The chilly night forces your thoughts of Makarov away and you’re focused on the view. Cars honk on the streets below, window light turn on and off, and clouds blot out the stars and moon.

“How ya feelin?” Johnny asks.

“Nervous… you?” You ask. He nods absently. “At least you have practice. I’ve never met Makarov.”

“Experience, not practice. No dress rehearsals here.” Johnny says. “You can’t practice confronting the man who took yer father either. Laswell will be there. And Alex. I think he said somethin’ ‘bout bringin’ Farah. Won’t be alone.”

You see him nod absently, and look around, like he’s reminding himself more than you. That’s when you realize something that warms you inside. Johnny’s leg bounces and he’s fiddling with his hands. You lean against him making him look at you. You give him a warm smile.

“I won’t be alone.” You say. Without warning, Johnny puts you in a headlock of a hug and pressing his face into your beanie for a moment.

“No ya won’t. You’ll be safe.” He says a little muffled by the beanie. Johnny wasn’t so much worried about the raid as he was you.

“You better be safe too, no fucking around.” You say, sternly. He pulls away to look at you but keeps the arm on you. His eyes meet yours.

“Always.” He says.

The 141 and Los Vaqueros were ready. They truly were, suited up in bullet proof vests and guns. Alejandro and Rudolfo led them to the docks, splitting off into smaller groups to check the ships. They’d frightened a couple of fisherman, opening their cargo holds and demanding to know where everything was. There were drugs, and they knew there would be. Graves was waiting for there to be a sign of the 141 or the Los Vaqueros before starting to move in. He brought his best to ensure Nolan’s guys wouldn’t have the chance to try anything.

Price and Kyle were with Rudolfo when a shot rang out followed by shouting and heavy gunfire. They left the ship they were on, telling the few men on board to run from the docks to safety. They ran over and saw Nolan and a few guys in masks and hoods. Alejandro and Soap had found the drugs, but Simon had to hold off the men who had reached for their pistols. From there it barrelled downhill.

Simon was outmatched but could still take out a couple out, dropping two of them. He checked their bodies quickly but found nothing except side arms. He didn’t have time to remove their masks before he heard Soap yelling and a gunshot. Simon went below deck and found another one dropped along with the stash of drugs and his two allies. He radioed Price.

“Price we found their stash.”

“We got another problem.” Price barks. All three men bolted back up and off the ship, running towards another ship. They heard Nolan shouting and more shots were fired from the deck while they tried to get on board. Kyle was on there already and was thrown to the ground. He was lucky enough to avoid being shot, knifing his attacker’s thigh and then going for the neck. The man dropped but there wasn’t a chance to reveal his face either. Kyle retrieved his gun it having been kicked away. He then ran down the deck to take out a guy about to knife Rudolfo who had been knocked to the ground.

Price was doing what he could from the docks, taking out anyone who got off. Kyle got Rudolfo back up and helped him off the boat. Nolan held up a Molotov cocktail lit with a rag and threw it into the cargo hold, before diving into the water. Unfortunately it still wasn’t over.

Graves revealed himself after the gunfire could be heard and ran in with his men. His men didn’t hold back like he had told them to. They fired at Price, Simon and Alejandro. They charged at Johnny who wasted no time firing at them, wounding most. One got to close and got shot point blank. A couple went for Kyle and Rudy hoping to make an easy arrest since Rudolfo’s leg made walking difficult. Alejandro shot at the cops, not hitting any of them but covering Kyle and Rudolfo.

Then a bomb went off. The cocktail may have set the ship aflame but something else caused the whole boat to explode. It was pandemonium with shouting, gun fire and debris filling the docks.

They never had a good chance to check the bodies. The only one who did was Graves and the men he’d brought.

Meanwhile you were at the party. Laswell had made sure you would have an appropriate outfit. Felt very androgynous, and was pretty comfortable. You got to chat with Alex and Farah who were there together. Farah had taken photos of your art in her neighbourhood and was showing them to you and Laswell. Laswell’s brows were raised the whole time, sometimes looking around to make sure no one notices. Laswell excused herself from your small group to shake a few hands and chat with an old friend whom she hadn’t seen for some time.

You stayed near Alex and Farah, still having yet to see Makarov, Nolan or Milena. You guessed Nolan was probably at the docks but don’t express concern. Honestly Farah and Alex make such good company you practically forget where you are.

Milena approaches your small table and you slap the phone in Farah’s hand, to hide the screen. You smile at Milena who looks less than pleased. Farah doesn’t make eye contact, instead pulling her phone to her chest and under the table while Alex scratches his neck.

“So you wanted commissions?” You ask. Farah stifles a laugh and Alex covers his snort with hand.

“I have a lawyer drawing up a contract. The price can be further discussed.” Milena replies. It’s clear she’s holding back a lot, her glare stabbing you from all sides. “Besides after tonight I should have everything will be arranged for your work. Finally get rid of some trash.” She says the last word while looking at Farah, before turning on her heel and walking away.

“Mythic bitch.” You mutter. Alex and Farah look a little nervous. You know it means something is up. Farah excuses herself to make a phone call, and you’re left with Alex who walks around the venue with you. You try to find Kate again but instead find the last face you wanted to.

Vladimir Makarov approaches you and Alex with a friendly expression, a challenging one. It’s as if he’s daring you to a put a gun to his head and you want to. Standing there it’s like the air is sucked out of the room, or rather he’s stolen all the air from your lungs and is dangling it in front of you.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He says holding out a hand to shake. You just stare at him, as everything else slows. Alex puts a hand on your back, noticing how tense you are. It’s like he’s given you the oxygen that you needed to function again. Without missing a beat, you shake Makarov’s hand. His smile becomes a satisfied one, as if he’s made a deal with you.

“Hello. Nice to meet you.” You say without giving him your name. Alex offers his hand to shake introducing himself to Makarov. Alex being the decent guy he is, wasn’t about to let you stand there and face Makarov alone.

“Milena tells me you are an artist no?” He asks. You nod. He’s a person. A horrible person. A monster but you could talk to monsters.

“Something like that…” you say. Deep breathes you can do this.

“I hope to see more of your work. I have to make an announcement.” He says excusing himself. You wait for him to be out of sight before you finally feel yourself breathing on your own. Alex takes you aside to make sure you don’t pass out in the middle of the floor. Farah returned and Alex explained what happened while Vladimir was introduced on the podium.

You’re still trying to focus as Vladimir introduces himself and thanks everyone for their attendance. Then your own hell starts to crack.

“Returning I intended to clean and straighten out this city. Gang activity has been ever present and tonight we finally bring down one of the most infamous. The Los Vaqueros and the 141 have been tracked down and linked to drug shipment. I’ve just gotten word from one of my best that they will be apprehended by next morning. My hope is to eliminate any and all gangs in the area, keeping this city safe from drug abuse, violence and death. I want to go even further and eradicate unsafe housing, health violations and rebuild this city to be better. Better than it was. By tonight you will see this is not just pandering and that justice will prevail and protect good people, like your friends, families and neighbours. While I have been gone for some time I come back with a strong mission and intend to see it through. By tomorrow I will prove it too.” There is audible applause and you’re terrified. Had the raid all been a set up? Graves was there, did he tell Makarov beforehand? No… no you know he wouldn’t do that. Surely.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a commotion and you step back instinctively. Farah is being arrested! What the hell?!

You look just past the officers who are cuffing Farah while Alex protests, and see Milena smirking. Farah is muttering words you don’t understand. Alex tries fighting one of the cops, while a pair of hands takes you by the shoulders, pulling you further back. The next thing you know Alex is under arrest for police interference. You try to intervene yourself but the hands on you tighten, and you hear Kate’s voice telling you to leave them.

Kate leads you out of the venue and to a vehicle. There’s a woman in the drivers seat while Kate gets in the passenger side giving directions. The car peels out of the parking lot. In the backseat you curled into a ball. What the hell just happened?!

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[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 3

3. (Jan 05-06) Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt"

cw medical whump, experiment whumpee, drugging/sedatives, implied kidnapping 

Whumpee groaned, blinking against the bright lights overhead. There was a searing pain behind their eyes and the rest of their body felt weighed down like they were made of molasses, slowly dripping into the ground. They tried to sit up but a hand on their chest pushed them back down. 

“Shh, don’t try to move,” a gentle voice said. “You’ve got some nasty wounds from that fight back there.” 

A figure moved into their vision, shadow blocking the light. Whumpee couldn’t see what they looked like, but the voice was unfamiliar. “Who’re you?” they asked, tongue heavy in their mouth. “You’re not Medic…” 

The stranger’s hand pushed Whumpee’s hair away from their face, skin covered by a latex glove. “You don’t need them, okay? I’m going to help you.” 

Whumpee attempted to move again, but the world bobbed around them like they were floating underwater. “D’j’you drug me?” they slurred. 

“Just a mild sedative,” the stranger replied with a chuckle. “I can’t have you struggling too much. Now relax, I’m a doctor.” 

Whumpee frowned. “I don’ think you are.” 

“Well, not yet. Technically,” the stranger said with a huff. “But how am I supposed to make it through med school if I can’t practice?” 

A jolt of fear went through Whumpee when the light glinted off a scalpel. “W-wait…” 

The stranger pushed Whumpee down when they started to struggle again. “Uh-uh, hold still or I'll give you more of the sedative,” they chastised. “And you might want to close your eyes—this is gonna hurt.” 

[cyrus-solaris]

you know the book is going to irrevocably hurt you when the author’s note alone makes you tear up

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

[melqinnee]

A piece from short (or not, idk yet) angsty comics about Kaveh being injured and Haitham being super protective

[britney-rosberg06]

found walker talking about the last scene in the show and described it as “emotional rollercoaster” i am not strong enough

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary 2024 No. 3

Used as Bait | Stumbling | "This is gonna hurt"

Whumpuary Prompts List

TW: hostage, captured, guns, threats, tied up

Consciousness returned slowly. Whumpee blinked blearily, confused. They were in a dim, unfamiliar room. They were tied to a chair with coarse ropes, their hands bound behind their back and their feet tied snugly to the chair’s legs. The side of their head throbbed, and something warm and wet ran down their neck. In a flash, Whumpee remembered getting jumped and struggling before a burst of pain in their head and then… here.

The only light came from behind them, throwing long shadows that obscured much of the room. Large wooden crates were stacked on both sides, making the room appear smaller than it was. The wall across from Whumpee had a massive cargo door with a blinking red light. Behind them, Whumpee could vaguely hear footsteps and voices.

“...preparations are complete,” one of them was saying. “All we have left to do is wait.”

“Is the hostage secured?”

Whumpee gritted their teeth, their stomach churning from fear as the shadows of those speaking came into view. The hair raised on the back of their neck as they imagined the speakers’ eyes on them.

“Yes, but they’ve probably woken up by now.”

A beat of silence.

And the sudden crack of a gunshot. Air whooshed centimeters from Whumpee’s head, and the bullet glanced off the brick wall with the sound of shattering rock. Whumpee flinched away instinctively. The chair tipped sideways. Whumpee envisioned it slamming into the floor, their skull colliding with the hard concrete and cracking with a sound not unlike the gunshot—

Before any of that could happen, someone from behind pulled them back. “Well…” they said, a hint of amusement in their voice, “the hostage is definitely awake now.”

“W…” Whumpee stammered, their heartbeat pounding in their ears, “where am I? Why am I tied up?”

The person who had saved them from falling spun the chair around and bent down to get at Whumpee’s eye level. “Look, Whumpee,” Whumper said as if they were speaking to a small child, “I know this is all so confusing to you, but it’ll all be over soon. We just need Caretaker to come for you, and we blow the both of you to pieces.”

Whumpee’s mouth went dry. “Wha…what? What did we…?”

Whumper smiled almost in a consoling, sympathetic manner. “I’m sorry you don’t understand. But I need you to be a good little hostage now, alright?” They pulled back their fist. “Don’t worry, this is gonna hurt a lot.”

[cowboylikeghost]

WHY IS HE CRYING AND WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SCARED NOOO

[butter-toes04]

Worst case scenario - Alenoah

Worst Case Scenario - Alenoah - CinnamonToes - Total Drama (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

So I wrote a quick one-shot based off of an AU that @craterrrrr came up with, I really enjoyed writing something different for a bit and writing more of my favorite thing, angst >:)

[lauryn-order]

He sent me a picture of his implements bag and told me to bring a first aid kit.

I’m so screwed.

[rizzoto-whump]

@whumpuary no. 3 - "This is gonna hurt."

"This is gonna hurt," he said, his voice shaking. "But we need to find a safe place for us. Hold on, please. Stay with me." He didn't look back, but he could feel the heat from somewhere behind his back. The bruised man in his arms was getting weaker.

"We're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, Sir."

[kingabezka]

hot choccy with ice cream for my lactose intolerant tumy

[irrelevantfox]

Every time I laughed during the episode, I also felt so depressed and wanted to cry.

Literally me: 🤣🥹😭

Iykyk. They’re gonna break me for the 100000th time

[tabbytabbytabby]

Even If It Hurts

Word Count: 1,402 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Tags: Hurt Liam Dunbar, Protective Liam Dunbar, Worried Theo Raeken, Hurt/Comfort, Good Theo Raeken, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Confessions, First Kiss, Blood and Injury, Protective Theo Raeken, Idiots in Love

Summary: Liam saves Theo from getting hit by a car and winds up hurt in the process. Theo isn't taking it well, and it doesn't take long for Liam to figure out why.

Read on AO3

For @whumpuary No.3: “This is gonna hurt”