33 | fanfiction writer with a fanfiction series. current fandoms; Call of Duty Modern Warfare, NBC's Hannibal and Transformers. currently a very disorganized blog.
🩹 Years of Whumpmas Participation: I think all of them. I don't remember.
🔪 Favorite season: all but winter.
🩸 Average amount of sleep: 7-8 hours.
🩹 Dream Job: It's more like jobs I can't have because of my disabilities. Serving in the military ( perhaps more as a medic) working in the ICU at a hospital. Sadly I can't even work as a cashier.
🔪 Blog established date: 2020. I think in May.
🩸 Username/blog meaning: I started out writing Transformers stories, and I like the Autobots. 2001 is when I came up with my fanfiction series idea.
🩹 Hobbies: writing, playing games, pets. Maybe Youtube. Long story.
🔪 What you love about whump: Found family has helped me deal with my own shit.
🩸 Anything else to add: I currently post/ reblog Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, NBC Hannibal, and Transformers. One day I'll have a nice organized welcome post/ easy way to find everything. This may be unpopular, but I welcome everyone. My stuff is labeled, but obviously not everything I reblog will have warnings.
Soap being an universal donor and Ghost needing an emergency blood transfusion. Of course Soap offers, why wouldn't he? After the procedure when Ghost comes to, Price explains everything to him.
And the first thing Ghost says?
"Wait, Soap is inside me right now?"
Soap died when he heard that. Ghost blames being dizzy as an excuse for his wording.
Thanks to everyone who gave prompts and all of those who voted, there were a lot more than I expected which is amazing! Comment any questions, but aside from that, happy whumping!
Nowhumpber 2026
"Get away from me!"
Exhausted to the point of collapse
Emotional whump
Kidnapping
PTSD/CPTSD
Abuse/rape aftermath
Suicidal ideation
"You're prettiest when you're on your knees"
Painful transformation
Trapped
Bleeding through bandages
Imprisoned
Carried
Failed escape attempt
"Don't touch them!"
Hidden injury
Scar reveal
Haunted
Forced intoxication
Living weapon
Noncon branding/tattoo/marks
"I'm the only one who can do this"
Distorted nightmares
Carving words onto body
Grief
Overworked
Came back wrong
Environmental whump
Life threatening injury
Self isolation
Nowhumpber 2026 Alt Prompts
Sleepy
Presumed dead
Memory loss manipulation
Addiction/withdrawal
Abuse rape reveal
Bleeding out
Rules:
Any and every media is accepted, writing, art, collages, playlists, moodboards, and anything else that tickles your fancy
EXCEPT FOR ANYTHING AI GENERATED. Obviously I can't police this, but if I find Al has been used to generate some or all of an entry I will not be promoting or reblogging it
You can use as many or as little prompts as you'd like, on any day, and are welcome to use prompts after the challenge ends as well (I may not reblog it then though)
For me to reblog your entry on this blog, tag @nowhumpber-challenge (or @stars-hide-our-fires with the #nowhumpber tag)
Any type of whump is accepted, OC, general or fandom, however please tag everything/add appropriate warnings I may or may not reblog NSF Whump and would prefer it be under a cut if explicit
HAVE FUN! This is meant to be something fun to look forward to, and since it's right after Whumptober I get that you
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Price panics thinking his toddler daughter, Jamie, is missing when Soap took her to see fireflies.
Day 8;
@fluffyjuly; Fireflies/Lightning Bugs | “I looked everywhere for you!”
@whumperless-whump-event; Scared of thunder
Ao3 or under the cut
The first morning of a weeklong vacation in Aix-en-Provence, France is peaceful. Price watches Gaz, Ghost, and Soap play with Jamie.
“See? This was a good idea,” Nikolai says.
“It’s only day one. Two, if you count the travel day yesterday.”
“We all need a vacation. Plus Jamie is able to play with her ‘uncles’ for more than ten minutes.”
Soap walks down the path, carrying the small toddler who looks around with her curious eyes. He walks a quarter mile to an area by the lake.
He smiles, seeing the glow of the beetle he’s after. He gets the toddler’s attention, showing her the beetles. Soap has difficulty catching a firefly, but when he catches one, Jamie stares at it with awe. She tries to grab it, resulting in a lesson about being careful not to squash it.
“What’s wrong?” Nikolai asks as he sees Price running down the hall.
“I can’t find Jamie!”
“I’m sure she’s safe.”
This doesn't ease Price’s worry. He feels like Nik isn't worried enough. He puts on his boots and runs out of the cabin. Nik follows him.
“I looked everywhere for you! Do you have any idea how worried I was?! What’s wrong with you? How hard is it to tell Nik or me that you’re taking her out?!”
“How else could she—”
“Toddlers find a way!”
“Alright, calm down,” Nikolai says. “She’s safe. Come on, Ghost says, a thunderstorm is coming.”
It starts raining as everyone enters the house. Thunder can be heard in the distance. Nikolai and Price head upstairs to put Jamie to bed while the others set up for a poker game.
“... I was watching her!” Nik and Price hear Soap argues.
“You’re supposed to tell the parents when you take their kid out!” Ghost argues. “Especially when said child is two years old!"
“He gets it. She’s safe. Let’s just play,” Gaz argues.
Rain hits the window as the six gather around the table.
It’s not long until thunder is heard above the cabin and lightning flashes. Gaz, Ghost, Nikolai, Price, and Soap question the possibility of a blackout. Gaz and Soap think they hear crying. Neither day a thing, but get their answer as Price pulls out his phone from his pocket. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap realize Price has a baby monitor in Jamie’s room. Rather than question why, the three worry about Jamie crying.
“She’s still scared of thunder,” Nikolai comments.
“It’s normal for toddlers,” Price says as he stands from his seat.
Gaz, Ghost, and Soap watch the worried fathers go upstairs.
They wait five minutes before both men return. Price is holding a still-upset toddler who clutches her favorite German Shepherd stuffed animal.
“She’s not going back to sleep,” Price sighs.
Nik and Price sit back at the table to resume playing. Nik and Price wonder if this means Jamie will be cranky tomorrow the longer she takes to go back to sleep.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Panic attack
Pairing: None
Description: Ghost and Soap discover Jamie having a panic attack.
Day 7.2;
@whumperless-whump-event; panic attack
Ao3 or under the cut
“She needs time, but she can’t relax when far from him,” Alejandro tells Alex, Farah, Gaz, Ghost, Layla, Nikolai, and Soap.
“We can’t assume she won’t recover yet,” Soap argues.
“It’s difficult. Recovery from such trauma can take years,” Farah reminds the others. “We can’t compare her to Layla’s recovery from her trauma.”
Jamie lies on the bed, struggling to sleep. Her mind replays the torture she endured. Her chest tightens, and she struggles to breathe.
“It’s complicated. I’m thinking we need to —”
Soap stops mid sentence as he hears Jamie scream from her room. He and Ghost rush to her room.
They open the door slowly to not to scare Jamie until they hear her struggling to breathe. As they rush to the bed, they recognize the signs.
“Panic attack,” Ghost says.
He’s careful as he moves Jamie onto his lap. Jamie tries to pull away, feeling being hugged is making it harder to breathe.
“Stop, you’re ok,” Ghost assures her. “You’re safe.”
Soap sits on the bed and takes Jamie’s hand.
The two work together the get Jamie’s breathing under control. Both breathing in sync. Through the nose and out the mouth to help Jamie calm her own. They see the beads of sweat on her forehead. Jamie feels dizzy and rests her head on Ghost.
As Jamie’s breathing calms, Soap gets up to get her water bottle and gives it to her. Ghost encourages her to drink. The two see how tired she is.
“She was trying to sleep, but her mind…,” Soap trails off.
Ghost nods. He lies on the bed with Jamie. It’s too soon for a sleep aid. He’s hoping his company will help. Soap understands Ghost’s plan and leaves the room. Closing the door behind him. Ghost rubs Jamie’s back, hoping to relax her. He’s relieved watching Jamie falls asleep.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Dry humping at the end.
Pairing: None
Description: A sunset dinner date with a surprise
Day 7.1;
@fluffyjuly; Happy tears | "Will you marry me?"
Ao3 or under the cut
Today is a day for Nikolai and John Price to celebrate. Eight years of friendship. Nikolai convinced Price to go for a helicopter ride to a field and have dinner as the sun sets. It’s no surprise to Price that Nikolai said he’d do the cooking. The Russian admits that he’ll be getting a cake from a local bakery.
“Cutting corners are we?” Price teases.
Nikolai only smiles before walking away. Price goes back to his office.
The hours tick by. Price has plenty to do, but he’s frustrated with the waiting. It’s obvious to everyone that he's tougher on the recruits today. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap know not to ask Price what’s troubling him, he’ll only lash out at them.
“Something is up,” Soap says.
“I’m thinking shit with the higher ups,” Ghost says. “All we can do is hope this passes soon before he scares all the recruits shitless.”
Thirty minutes before sunset. Price walks into the hangar where Nikolai keeps his helicopter. He sees the Russian doing the last checks. He sees the large cooler bag in the corner.
“Don’t you dare.”
Price smirks at the man’s warning.
“Is dinner that big of a secret?”
“So what if it is?”
Nikolai grabs the bag and puts it in the helicopter. He resumes his checks. Price watches him amused.
The bird is in the air ten minutes later. Price attempts to get Nikolai to tell him what’s in the cooler, but Nikolai won’t budge.
The bird lands in the middle of a field. Nikolai grabs the cooler, and the two disembark. The two pick a spot close to the bird to sit in the grass.
“Russian dinner,” Nikolai says as he unpacks a couple of containers.
Okróshka, Herring under the fur coat and Pryanik.
Price smiles at Nik’s choices. He’s never disappointed when he lets Nik cook. Nik finishes unpacking plates and utensils. He plates the food and hands the plate to Price before getting his own.
"I heard you scared some recruits today."
Once the two have had enough, Price gathers the dishes while Nikolai gets the white box from the cooler. Once the dishes are in the cooler, Price turns his attention to the box.
Price watches Nikolai open the cake box. He stares at the words on the cake. It isn't ‘Happy eight years of friendship’ or anything related to their friendship. Instead, Price reads, ‘Will you marry me?’.
“Well? Will you marry me?"
“Yes.”
Tears roll down Price’s face. Nikolai knows these are happy tears.
“While we’ve been officially dating for six months, I feel we’ve had an unofficial relationship for seven and a half years. I’m not rushing.”
The two kiss as the sun sets. Price pushes Nikolai to the ground and dry humps him.
“Really?” Nikolai smiles. “Out here on the field.”
“Or the floor of the helicopter.”
“Let’s clean up first.”
Price sighs, impatient.
Before long, Price is on the helicopter floor, enjoying himself with his fiancée. Details that no one will know about when they announce their engagement.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie is trapped in a fire. Soap rescues her., Both suffer from smoke inhalation
Day 6.2;
@whumperless-whump-event; choking
Ao3 or under the cut
Jamie runs through the burning warehouse, trying to find the others. Her radio is damaged. Jamie refuses to leave without searching every inch of the place. Jamie ignores the burning in her lungs.
This isn’t your first time in a burning building. She tells herself.
She coughs from smoke inhalation.
“Jamie! Where are you?!” Soap yells.
A burning beam falls in front of him.
“We need to evacuate!” Price yells.
Soap runs forward. Displeased, Price orders Gaz and Ghost to evacuate with him.
The three wait outside. Flames engulf the warehouse. The trio doubts Jamie and Soap will survive.
Five minutes pass. Price doesn’t want to assume the worst. Gaz, Ghost and Price see a figure running from the fire. As the figure gets closer, they see its Soap carrying Jamie who is unconscious. They hear the Scotsman coughing.
“I’m fine,” he croaks as he lays Jamie on the ground.
“Are you daft? You have smoke inhalation,” Ghost argues.
“It’s nothing compared to hers.”
Price radios for medevac. Urging for oxygen on the helicopter. Soap continues to cough, which Gaz, Ghost and Price know is a good thing. Price rolls Jamie onto her side and checks her pulse. Jamie is ok for now, but the four know she can decline.
Ten minutes feels like ten hours. Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap hear an approaching helicopter. By now, Soap has stopped coughing.
The helicopter lands one hundred feet from them. Two medics disembark with a stretcher. Medical equipment and bags on it.
“Help her first,” Soap insists.
The medics do as he says, knowing Jamie has been unconscious for too long. They move Jamie onto the stretcher and check her vitals.
“Twenty percent oxygen,” one medic says as they put a mask over Jamie’s mouth and nose.
The medics load Jamie onto the stretcher. Everyone boards the helicopter.
Onboard, Soap is given an oxygen mask with a small amount of oxygen to clear his lungs. He wants to refuse. To argue Jamie is the priority, but he knows he can’t ignore any amount of smoke inhalation. He puts the mask on. Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap worry about the complications Jamie will have. Will this have a significant impact on her life?
