Well, Shit, Another Whump Blog

Hello! It's 32W. I’ve been a long time lurker who finally wants to be part of this community! I’ve been into whump pretty much forever (since my formative years in the single digits), but I’ve been reading, writing, and drawing whump on and off for the last 15 years. I finally worked up the courage to post my own work this time last year, but I also reblog other people’s stuff too! My long-suffering wife is probably tired of hearing me talk about my fictional guys going through it as well, hence the blog!

Obligatory warning: minors DNI. Please. There’s gonna be nasty stuff on this blog and it will be tagged appropriately. Only you are accountable for your own online experience.

Likes and Interests

Slavery whump

Captivity whump

Pet whump (not exactly BBU, but BBU’s not bad)

Noncon/NSFW -will tag!

Noncon body mod -e.g., branding, tattooing, piercing

Kidnapping

Bondage

Caretaking

Communication barrier (language barrier, nonverbal whumpee, etc.)

G/t dynamics -relatively new interest but I like it

Squicks (nope-tropes, things I don’t like)

Gore -experimenting with mild gore, but I cannot handle a lot right now

Most hero/villain tropes -no shade, I’m just not into it

Supernatural whump -by this I mean magic and stuff. Again, nothing bad about it, just not really into it

Sickfics that have too much fluff

I have a Masterlist now

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Hi all, I think I've got the ending to this series mapped out now, thank you for bearing with me for all these months! We are now reaching the last handful of chapters of this story.

TW/CW: referenced past whump, and some light emotional angst sprinkled in with the happy. I don’t know if there’s much more to warn about tbh.

Turns out, the ‘pick up’ from Moon Garden that Cade sent him on was actually a surprise birthday party planned behind his back for the past two weeks.

As much as Khaled tried to enjoy his surprise birthday party (which was not much of a surprise, he realized, considering Eric’s suspicious ‘hypothetical questions’ several days beforehand), a heavy shadow loomed over him that the rest of the party guests either couldn’t see or chose to ignore. He gnawed his way through his last chicken wing, then took another small bite of birthday cake. With exception to the cream cheese frosting, it vaguely reminded him of the gajar ka halwa his mother would make sometimes. (Does she still make it?) Across the room, Adem smiled proudly, happy to see that the birthday boy was enjoying his wife’s homemade cake. Khaled gave him a thumbs up when he was sure the man was looking his way, then lowered it just as quickly as soon as the man turned away.

It was a modestly-sized group of people, which was surprising, considering how close to the Thanksgiving holidays it was. The roommates were there, obviously, then some guys from the masjid, some guys from his soccer team, Julio and Nico—even Mama Gill made it, although nobody knew who invited Vik’s mother to this intimate gathering at Moon Garden Korean Kitchen. According to her, she invited herself.

“Your own mother cannot be here to celebrate you, so you’ll just have to deal with me,” she reasoned, enveloping Khaled in a warm, soft hug that nearly brought him to tears. In another corner of the room, Vik rolled his eyes, although with a fond smile on his face. He hadn’t crossed the room to meet Khaled all night.

It’s honestly crazy how much Vik’s mom adored him, which made it all the sadder that her son had distanced himself from him. The worst part was, Khaled couldn’t even blame him. He remembered how carefully he used to tread after his master’s more violent episodes. No matter how many times Thomas would apologize, and even back up those empty words with acts of kindness sometimes, Khaled knew the kindness was only temporary, and the best he could do was be on his best behavior to avoid bringing the next bout of violence onto him so soon. To think that he had become that sort of person to Vik now was sickening. Khaled hated himself for that.

He shouldn’t have to avoid me in his own home. I should just…I should just get out of here, he thought to himself. Move away, go somewhere—anywhere but New York City. It’d be better that way…

He caught himself staring at a map of the USA, held against a cork board with thumbtacks driven into each of its corners. A ‘Tell Us Where You’re From’ message written above the map led to many stickers, sharpie marker dots, and yet more thumbtacks peppering the map like stars in an alien sky. Khaled’s eyes wandered around the map as the beginnings of an exit plan began to take shape in his mind.

Eric commandeered the microphone of the rented karaoke machine to get the partygoers attention. “Okay, have we all had our fill? Will there be leftover food to take with you if you want more? Then let’s move on to the presents! Hey, birthday boy, I’m talking to you, the geography lessons can wait!”

Once Khaled could pull himself away from the wall, Eric had him take a seat in the middle of a semi-circle of guests. Khaled slumped in the chair as he realized a few of his friends had their phones out recording him. He never did like being the center of attention, and that nervousness didn’t go away just because he knew these people wouldn’t hurt him. You’re fine, he reminded himself, you’re okay. They’re your friends.

Meanwhile, Eric jogged over to a modest collection of gifts that surrounded an ancient jade plant like sentinels, if sentinels were made of colored paper bags and crowned with crumpled tissue-paper. He walked over, plucked one of the guards from the semicircle, and returned to Khaled with the gift bag extended. “Here you go, this one’s mine.”

It was a travel guide. 100 US Cities to Visit Before You Die was a very thick, heavy, medium-sized book with glossy magazine pages and little infographics and charts interspersed throughout concise paragraphs that detailed the history and appeal of each city therein. Khaled thanked Eric; this would be very helpful to provide him direction on where to go next. He could’ve cracked open the cover and began reading right then and there, but he couldn’t ignore the other presents, and nobody wanted to watch him read.

“You didn’t have to get me any gifts, guys!” he laughed lightly as he received the next one. Yet he was unable to hide his smile as he gutted another gift bag of its tissue paper. Despite his protests of ‘no gifts’ on the days leading up to his birthday, Khaled had only said that because, for the past eight years, he’d never received any gift that didn’t come with some awful strings attached. Now, he was happy (and more than relieved) to find that his twenty-third birthday would be different. By the end of the evening, he’d received a cookbook/nutritional guide focused on building bulk as he exercised, a new pair of soccer cleats, a unique pocket knife with the Sagittarius constellation carved in the handle, a glow in the dark acid rock poster, a silver necklace personalized with his name, more soccer merch, a few nice birthday cards with $20s stuffed inside, and absolutely no intimate items or embarrassing outfits to wear. His face hurt with how much he was smiling, and he’d become a broken record as he thanked everyone for their gifts. The buoyant feeling of celebration lasted well after the trio and Khaled saw the last of their guests leave and as they stayed behind to clean up Moon Garden.

“Well, birthday boy, was it everything you could’ve hoped for?” Cade asked.

“Everything and more,” Khaled answered honestly, grinning radiantly as he carefully stored his gifts in an old plastic crate.

“Good! Of course, that sets a pretty high bar for us to surpass next year, doesn’t it?” Eric joked.

Next year. The smile on Khaled’s lips waned as he picked up his crate. His eyes fell to Vik, who was drawing his arms through the sleeves of his coat. Khaled wouldn’t even be here next year, if he followed through on this new idea, but how could he tell his roommates and friends after he’d only just thought of this barely-conceived plan?

“I guess so,” he murmured. It felt like a lie.

The more Khaled thought about the love his friends had showered upon him this evening, the more he realized just how hard it would be to leave all of it behind. But that was selfish, wasn’t it, to think about his own wants and comforts. He didn’t deserve any of this, not after what he’d done. This massive cloud of guilt hanging over him already poisoned his relationship with Vikash. How much longer would it take until Eric knew, or Cade, or the rest of them? Would they hold him at arms’ length too? It would be for the best, if I go, he reasoned, I can’t impose on their kindness forever, and now that Vik doesn’t want anything to do with me, well, maybe that’s my sign to go.

When they filed out of Moon Garden for their late trip back home, Khaled and Vik tried to exit the door at the same time. Khaled noticed the way Vik bristled past him and walked a little faster towards the car.

…I just got to go. It’s for the best, for all of us.

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