#whumpage

I want to write Steven Strange realizing too late that his FWBs is actually the love of his life, but only when she's dying in his arms.

I want to write Severus Snape meeting Hermione in the past, growing up and waiting for when his memory of her and the present would come together, only for Severus to be cut down the moment she returns.

I want to write Sherlock Holmes realizing he loved Molly Hooper on her wedding day and having to watch her finally walk away from him, and knowing it's the better choice.

I want to write Loki meeting his match, only to watch her slowly fall in love with his brother and he with her, while he works through his rejection and ultimately his hope that they find happiness even if it breaks his heart.

Hey guys! So I was thinking (dangerous I know) and most of you know that I'm doing WhumpTober (McCoy Edition) and I was wondering 🤔 "Hey would anyone like to do it with me?"

So if you would like to write some WhumpTober for Bones here are the prompts (keywords) I'm using! Do as many as you'd like! I will be doing all of them and posting every day of October!

All he wanted to do was make Bludhaven safer. A place for the homeless youth and the citizens of Blud while he tried to clean up the rest of the city of its corrupt mobsters.

But Blockbuster couldn’t even let him have that…and now here Dick was without his mask and now he was at the mercy of the very man he had been trying to take down and take the city back from.

Rated M for Canon Typical Violence, Language, and Suggestive Themes. Please mind the tags. If you’re not a fan of whump and other darker themes, then don’t read.

For example:

Character A is having a bad day and snaps at character B, even though B hasn’t don’t anything to deserve it. B leaves, shaken and upset, and while they’re on their own, something bad happens to them. When A finds out, A runs to see B, panicked out of their mind, wracked with guilt, thinking this is my fault since they never would have left if it wasn’t for me and oh my god how could I have been so cruel to them, they were only trying to help etc...

Character A accuses character B of being dramatic, and brushes off their attempts at saying how ill they’re feeling, or how much their wound hurts, until they get way worse, maybe collapse. And character A is like fUCK THEY’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL ME ALL DAY AND I IGNORED THEM

Character A is always aloof, or maybe even antagonistic towards character B, but not because they don’t care about character B - they just have trouble expressing their emotions, or are afraid of letting people in. When character A has to take care of character B when B is hurt/ill, B is vulnerable and confused, asking “I didn’t know you cared about me?? To be honest I kind of thought you hated me?” And A is just punched in the chest with the horrible realization that B doesn’t think they care and hjhfhhhh.

A character sometimes gets ignored or brushed aside in their friend group or family. Even though they’ve been showing obvious signs that something was wrong, no-one noticed, and everyone is shocked and horrified when they finally realize.

Similar to that:

A character sees them-self as a burden on their friends or family, so don’t tell anyone what’s wrong with them even as it gets much worse. When the others find out and are like??? Why didn’t you say something??? The character accidentally lets slip their insecurities (something like “i don’t matter”) and the others are just so heartbroken that theyve done something to make them feel like that.

And there’s so many more that i can’t remember right now! It’s just awesome.

- emotionally hurt, maybe an anxiety attack or smth, tucked into a closet to calm down or hide from the one who hurt them

- physically hurt, curled around their injuries and gritting their teeth, hoping no one finds them

- sacrificing themself for someone else, hiding their injuries so that their plan will work, having dragged themselves from the scene and tucked up trying to be quiet

- curled up and hiding in a nook, listening to the others happy in another room, knowing they aren’t welcome

- sleeping in their tiny nest, the only place that they feel safe

Bonus Drabble:

Their fingers are curled, white knuckled, around the ratty cardigan they favor in these moments, as they silently pick their way towards the spot in the darkness. Their significant others are safe in bed, curled up without a care, but they know better. They aren’t good enough to sleep in the bed. After they were intimate earlier in the night, the others passed out in the wet spot, and they crept from the bed on silent bare feet. After so long, you get used to sliding off of the edge of the large love nest and onto soft feet, snagging the sweater from the floor on the way. In its left pocket trembling fingers find a worn pack of cigarettes, bought months ago and only sought out in these terrible quiet moments when the passion flows away and leaves the aching, numbing emptiness of being the weakest link in the chain. No one on the bed stirs as the shadow slips past the cracked door and out into the hallway. Quick, cold feet find their way to the balcony door, and practiced hands slide it open on silent tracks, shutting gently behind the figure. Once out in the cool night air, the tension leaves their body and they settle themself against the railing, staring out at the city with unseeing eyes. A single, shabby cigarette is slipped from the worn carton, and weak hands flick the old, heavy lighter a few times before the cherry burns red and then dims. A few inhales manage to quell the shaking of lonely hands, and the other appendage moves to push hair out of glassy eyes. They stand there, curled over the menthol, wrapped in the too big sweater, and try not to allow any thought purchase in their blank mind. They stand there for too long. When the cigarette finally burns down to the filter, it is carefully doused against the fire escape before being returned to the carton. No trace. Knowing feet guide an absent mind down the familiar path, locking the balcony door and listening carefully for any noise of rousing, before once again continuing on their well-worn path. Back through the living room, past the bedroom, and towards a small utility closet that houses the hot water tank. Through the door into the cramped space beyond - refuge. Behind the tank, in the corner of the apartment that backs up the street, lies their nest. It’s a simple affair, one quilt bought at a thrift store years ago that none of the others had liked, a dog cushion purchased on sale and in secret after the blanket had proved too thin to keep out the cold of the concrete and secreted through the apartment and into the closet while the others had been shopping, and a tarp thrown over the top to hide the production should anyone ever happen upon it. They fold the tarp back, tucking it between the cushion and the wall, and settle themself on the cushion with a practiced ease. At this point, the cushion is worn in the places where it has known their body, and they fall, strings cut, into their place. There, tucked up safe and dark, and alone, they sleep, knowing that they will wake before the others and spirit into the kitchen early the next morning, to begin it all again.

Thank you Fox!

Here is my random WIP sentence:

“Und plötzlich reagierte Sam nicht schnell genug und sah, wie Deans Arm am Stamm der Kiefer einknickte und sein gesamter Körper nach vorne fiel.”

Which translates to:

“And suddenly Sam didn't react quickly enough and he saw how Dean's arm buckled on the trunk of the pine tree, his whole body falling forward.”

It’s from my German story “Der Sturm ging in den Wipfeln” (”The Storm Went Through The Treetops” or something), which features Dean and Sam during the early seasons of SPN stuck in the woods after a hunt, Dean being hurt :)