Trailer: Â Steve woke up scared and alone in the 21st Century. He had to adjust to this new world on his own. He had to deal with the grief of losing his home and almost everyone he knew. He had to deal with the trauma of war, of losing Bucky, of losing everything that was familiar. And yet, Steve couldnât let anyone see how much Captain America was suffering. He had to be strong for his team and for his country, with no one to support him. But what if Steve had someone to help him? What if he had someone who understood that he was dealing with more trauma and grief and loneliness than anyone could imagine? What if he had someone who saw him as more than just Captain America, who saw him as Steve Rogers?
Chapter 1- An Arctic Scavenger Hunt: Â Stella Smith is a 16-year-old intern at S.H.I.E.L.D. working for Agent Coulson. She is permitted to come with him and Lieutenant Hope to the Arctic Circle.
Chapter 2: In ProgressâŚ
Steve x Bucky
Polar Bear Plunge: Sam, Steve, and Bucky had been sent out on a mission to check on a suspected supply of Super Soldier Serum. The Serum winds up in the lake, and Steve and Bucky go in after it.
Post-Mission After Drop: Steve tends to get cold easier. He sometimes has after drop moments after being in the not-so-cold, getting too stressed, getting sick, or getting too tired. This happens especially after long missions when heâs stressed and tired. Luckily, he has Bucky. Inspired by the lovely @softersteve!
Fluffy Ficlet: Stucky and Flowers: Steve gets Bucky some flowers he found on his way home from work. Turns out, Steve isnât the only one with allergies. Written for the wonderful @buckysnose!
Shivery Snuggles: Inspired by a bit of cold weather at the time, Steve and Bucky cuddle in their cold apartment.
Stucky Pre-War Cuddles: Pre-Serum Steve gets so cold in winter, but Buckyâs always there to keep his best guy warm. This was inspired by a request from a sweet anon!
Colds, Chilly Nights, and Tissues: Buckyâs coming down with a cold, and being locked out of his apartment in the chilly early springtime air didnât help. Requested by the lovely @buckysnose!
Stucky: Wintertime Sickfic
Part 1: Â Steve and Bucky are sent to the Mount Denali region in Alaska shortly after New Yearâs. It was supposed to be a simple overnight mission to check out an old HYDRA base. The weather has other plans.
Part 2: The cabin where our favorite super soldiers are trapped is only getting colder as the snowfall becomes a proper snowstorm. Steve has a stupid and reckless plan to get them help.
Part 3: In ProgressâŚ
Stucky x Reader
Period Pains: When period cramps get bad, the Super Soldier boys are there to provide comfort. Written for the wonderful @softersteve!
Saw Franchise
Chainshipping
Sawliday AU:Â Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.
Chapter 1: How did this happen?
Chapter 2: Two bros chilling in a forest. Six feet apart âcause they are gay.
Chapter 3: In Progress...
*Comfortember 2020 in 2021
Some of these stories contain triggering content, but I am marking them all as potentially triggering because all of the stories reference the abuse Bucky endured from HYDRA. Each story has a specific warning, too.
Day 1- Rescue: Steve finds Bucky cold, alone, starving, and frightened on a rainy New York morning. He doesnât hesitate to take him in.
Day 2- First Day: The super soldiers made it back to Steveâs apartment.
Day 3- Nightmare: Bucky may be safe from the elements and HYDRA, but he isnât free of nightmares.
Day 4- Anxiety: Buckyâs nightmare has him really shaken up. Heâs convinced heâs dangerous, and that if he stays around Steve, heâll hurt him when the Winter Soldier inevitably takes over again.
Day 5- Cuddling: The Super Soldiers have a calm moment together after the stress and anxiety.
Day 6- Afraid to Sleep: Buckyâs afraid that if he goes to sleep, heâll have another nightmare and possibly hurt Steve
Day 7- Blanket Fort: Steve makes a blanket fort, then tells Bucky some of his favorite memories he has of the two of them.
Days 8, 9, and 10- Lashing Out, Confessions, Crying: Bucky is frustrated because Steve still wonât stop trying to make him remember while Steve is becoming more and more desperate to get his boyfriend back.
Day 11- PTSD: Itâs hard to love when youâre swallowed by fear.
~ Currently on Hiatus ~
Whump Prompts
Feel free to use any of these for stories or art! Please tag me if you use any, I would love to read them!
Romantic Caretaker and Whumpee: Requested by a lovely anon! Whumpee gets caught in a thunderstorm while waiting to meet caretaker for their date.
Prompt 1: Whumpee runs cold and struggles to hide it from their team.
Prompt 2: Platonic Caretaker and Whumpee have been friends, almost family for a long time. But thereâs something Whumpee is hiding from Caretaker.
Prompt 3: Accidental Bad Caretaker.
Prompt 4: Another accidental Bad Caretaker, but this Caretaker becomes worse.
Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Day 1Â
Adamâs had some pretty nasty hangovers in his life. This was by far the worst. Adam sat up, rubbing the side of his neck that was sore. He opened his eyes in surprise when he felt something on his hands. Adam was dressed in a dark green snow jacket with matching pants, black winter hiking boots, and black ski gloves. There was a heavy chain around his left ankle.
âThe fuck?â Adam muttered, standing up. He was in what appeared to be a very small log cabin with rectangular windows looking out towards a vast, snowy forest. The cabin was completely empty. There wasnât even a fireplace. And it was dim inside. The windows didnât face the sun, so no light could get inside. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way this was real!
âHello?â Adam called. He turned around to examine the cabin. He was met with the sight of Lawrence unconscious on the floor near him. He jumped back, clutching a hand over his heart.
âShit!â
Adam stepped back, then stared at the body. He was dressed identical to Adam, only his snow gear was blue instead of green. The chain around Adamâs foot lead directly to the manâs right foot. Adam was beyond relieved when he saw the manâs chest rise and fall. At least he wasnât chained to a corpse. He wasnât sure if he should try to wake him up.
âH-Hey⌠um, guy? Can-Can you hear me?â Adam asked, uncertain. When there was no response, Adam nudged the manâs shoulder with his foot, the six-foot chain clinking as it moved. He tried again. This time, the man groaned. Adam sighed in relief.
Lawrence opened his eyes, the grogginess replaced by confusion as he took in his surroundings. His eyes quickly fell on the chain, then travelled up to Adam, who stood with his back against a wall. Lawrence stood up, ready to confront him. âWho the Hell are you and where the Hell am I?â
Adam tried to step back, but the wall stopped him. He held up his hands to show he wasnât a threat. âI-I donât know, man! I woke up here just a few minutes ago, just like you!â
Lawrence observed the manâs body language and determined he wasnât a threat. He relaxes his own body language, but Adam doesnât do the same.
âAre you injured in any way?â Lawrence asks, feeling the ache in his own neck.
âI kind of have an ache in my neck. And not the kind you get sleeping wrong. This one goes deep. It almost hurts,â Adam answers.
Lawrence nods. âMe too. My name is Lawrence Gordon. Iâm a doctor. Who are you?â
Adam is finally starting to calm down now that Lawrence seems calm. âA-Adam Faulkner-Stanheight⌠photographer.â
Lawrence nodded. âDo you have any idea how you got here?â
Adam shakes his head. âNo. I was⌠I was just feeding the stray cats by my building like usual. Thatâs the last thing I remember.â
Despite the situation, Lawrence smiles a little at that. Adam was an animal lover. Animal lovers were usually safe people. âI had just left for the airport. I got in a van, then I woke up here.â
âSo⌠you donât have any idea where we are either?â Adam asks, his voice unsteady. He seemed much younger than Lawrence. He couldnât be more than thirty at most. That made him nearly sixteen years younger than Lawrence, at least.
âNo, not yet. But weâll figure this out.â Lawrence felt a strange urge to protect this man. Maybe it came from Lawrenceâs training as a doctor. Whatever it was, it was there.
Adam nodded in response. He seems a little more confident now. He spots something silver and shiny out of the corner of his eye. He tilts his head, and tries to walk to the window sill behind Lawrence. Though the cabin is small, the chain doesnât quite allow Adam to reach the window before it holds him back. Lawrence walks over to the window, just as curious to see what Adam found. Thereâs just enough light coming in to reflect off of a small, silver tape recorder. Thereâs a tape inside.
Adam rewinds the tape all the way back, then turns up the volume so he and Lawrence can both hear. Thereâs a few seconds of silence on the tape. Then, a deep, raspy voice speaks.
âHello, Adam, Doctor Gordon. I want to play a game. Both of you are reluctant to rely on other people, so much so that you push away anyone who gets too close. But now, you cannot push each other away. The two of you are bound together literally and metaphorically. Should one of you die, the other will be killed.â
Adam looks at Lawrence. Heâs scared, and wants to know what Lawrence is thinking.
Lawrence glances at him, but keeps listening to the tape.
âThere is a map hidden somewhere in this abandoned ranger station. Follow that trail carefully and quickly. Do not stray too far from your path. If you do not reach the end within seven days, you will never see your families again. Let the game begin.â
Adam and Lawrence exchanged a glance. For the first time since they woke up here, Lawrence looks scared.
âDianaâŚâ he whispers.
Adam tilts his head.
âMy daughter,â Lawrence clarifies.Â
Adam feels sick. âJigsaw wouldnât hurt a kid, right?â
âIâm not taking that chance. Come on,â Lawrence insists, rushing towards the door.
Adam stumbles as heâs pulled along with Lawrence. âWait, wait wait! Lawrence, we need to find that map first!âÂ
Lawrence curses. âYouâre right. Letâs start looking. Maybe thereâs a loose floorboard or something.â
The duo start checking every single board in the ranger station, starting by the door. The planks of wood dark brown and only a few inches wide, making it incredibly difficult to distinguish them in the darkness. They get about halfway through when Lawrence feels a plank shift under his hand. Itâs loose and easy to pull up.
Lawrence triumphantly holds up a torn piece of a map with a red line showing them where to go with vague markings, a drawing of a compass in the bottom corner to show them which way to go, and little else. They donât see the surrounding area beyond the trail. Only a line through the forest with no indication of distance.
âHuh. Seems easy enough,â Adam comments.
âA little too easy,â Lawrence thinks. âThis seems very tame by Jigsawâs standards.â
Adam shrugs. âMaybe heâs running out of money building too many death traps?â
Lawrence purses his lips. âMaybe, but I donât think thatâs it. There has to be something more.â
âLook outside! Weâre in the middle of nowhere, itâs freezing, and we have no idea how long this trail is. You know how easy it is to get hypothermia doctor?â Adam sassed.
Lawrence rolls his eyes. âAs a matter of fact, I do. Iâve treated it many times.â
âThen you know why we need to hurry up and get moving!â Adam insisted.
âNot yet. We need to check out the rest of this place first, get everything we can. Thatâs how we survive this,â Lawrence says.
Adam says nothing as he and Lawrence continue searching the wooden planks. They donât find anything else in the floor, along the walls, or on the ceiling. Adam grabs the wooden plank from the floor that hid the map to take with them for defense or burning. Finally, theyâre ready to begin the hike of their lives.
Lawrence is the first out, followed by Adam. The younger man canât help but shiver and hug himself. The ranger station they woke up in wasnât warm by any means, but it was safe from the elements. Adam dreaded spending seven days in the snow without any shelter and a cold metal chain sucking out what little warmth he had.
They hike into the woods, side by side. The only sounds are the crunching of snow beneath their feet, the chain clinking behind them, and the wind whistling through the trees.
Adam shivers again and hugs himself. He tilts the 2 by 4 in his hand so it wonât hit Lawrence.
Lawrence raises an eyebrow in concern. âAre you already cold?â
Adam shrugs. âIâve never been good with the cold. I grew up in southern California. Didnât know what weather was until I moved to New York.â
Lawrence hufffs out a laugh, his breath fogging in the air. âThatâs actually where I was heading before⌠this,â he says, unsure what to call their current predicament.
âOh yeah? Looking at summer homes?â Adam asks.
Lawrence rolls his eyes. âNo, I was supposed to be going to a convention. Itâs an annual thing some hospitals with investors do to show all the work they do and why they deserve the funding, that sort of thing.â
âYou charge an arm and a leg for a bandaid but still need investors?â
Lawrence smirked. âUsed to be an arm and two legs.â
Adam laughed. It was the first time heâd laughed with another human being in a long, long time.
****
Adam and Lawrence donât know for certain how far or how long they walked. Both of them were more focused on their conversation. Lawrence frequently checked the map to keep them on track. Itâs getting harder now that the sun is setting and he canât check where they are. Theyâre both chilled to the bone.
âW-We should make some k-kind of sh-shelter,â Adam suggested, his teeth chattering lightly.
Lawrence shook his head. âWe donât have time for that!â
âYou canât p-possibly tell wh-where we are on the m-map!â Adam argues.
âItâs a straight line for the next few miles. I think we can manage that,â Lawrence insists. His tone is stern, leaving no room for argument.
Theyâre fortunate enough to have an almost full moon lighting their way through the trees. Itâs still dark, but they can at least tell where the trees and most of the tripping hazards are. Adam and Lawrence take turns holding the chain between them so it wonât get caught on anything. It means they have to walk closer together, but in this winter hellscape theyâre in, thatâs a bonus. The two men are close enough to almost feel the other personâs body heat.
âI wish he gave us scarves, or at least jackets with hoods,â Lawrence grumbles, rubbing his face with his hand.
âYou g-getting cold already, d-doc?â Adam says with a smirk.
âNo!â Lawrence denies, almost too fast. âOur faces are very susceptible to frostbite, especially with the wind blowing at us.â
At that, Adam tucks the 2 by 4 under his arm and copies Lawrence and rubs his nose. âThink weâll make it before we end up like Voldemort?â
âLike who?â Lawrence asks, slightly concerned.
âYâknow, Dark Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter?â Adam prompted.
Lawrence nods in understanding. âOh. Iâve never read Harry Potter.â
âWhat?!â Adam stares at him in shock, like Lawrence had told him he was a wizard. âYouâve never read it?â
âI donât like fantasy! I donât want to have to learn the rules of a world just to enjoy a book. I read to relax,â Lawrence explains.
âThey explain the rules along the way! Y-You find out everything at the same pace Harry does. Itâs like youâre not even learning!â Adam is speaking more animatedly now, which is helping him warm up.
Lawrence smiles when he realizes this. âMaybe Iâll check it out when we get home.â
Adam smiles back. âYou should. I think youâd really like Hermione. Sheâs a braniac, too.â
âDoes she become a magical doctor?â
Adam chuckles. âIâm not spoiling anything. You gotta read it an find out!â
Lawrence laughs and playfully nudges Adamâs shoulder. âFine. Iâll read it.â
Adam pumps his fist. âYes!â
As they talk, they seem to forget about Jigsaw and the game theyâre trapped in. It just feels like two friends taking a midnight walk laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind.
Adam and Lawrence wake up in an old ranger station in the middle of nowhere two weeks after the New Year. They have no way to contact anyone and no idea where they are. What they do have are the clothes on their backs, a torn up map that only shows them where to go, and a six-foot chain locking them together.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2,
I know it's almost May. I just want to start posting this fic because I really like it. This was inspired by @turnipoddity's art. Specifically, her banner with Adam and Lawrence chained together.
Nothing too graphic happens in this story, especially compared to the original Saw. There will not be much blood except maybe some mild injuries. (Sorry Jigsaw)
Adam hated people. Sure, it sounded like something the cliche angsty teenager would say. But it was true. People were unpredictable, untrustworthy.
Adam preferred animals, specifically cats. Thatâs what brings him to this dark, cramped alleyway one afternoon with a bag of cat food. Adam walked with careful, even movements until he was in the middle of the alleyway. He stopped then whistled three high notes in quick succession and shook the bag.
The alleyway came alive as several cats emerged from their hiding spaces and ran to Adam. He knew they were mostly excited about the food, but their tails were all up, so they were still happy to see him. Even if it was just because he brought food.
Adam crouched down, then spread out some newspapers he picked up from someoneâs driveway. He knew the cats probably ate off of the ground all the time. But who knows what humans dump back here⌠Adam poured the cat food onto the newspaper. It was a small bag, so he poured out the whole thing then dumped the bag in a trash can.Â
He crouched by the cats again, just watching them. There were seven in total: three tabbyâs, two calicos, one maine coon, and one small black kitten. Adam had no idea who the black kittenâs mother was. All he knows is that sheâs been coming to greet him ever since he started doing this. He nicknamed her Blue, because she had bright blue eyes.
Blue was the first to pull away from the food to go to Adam, as usual.
âHey, Blue! How ya doing, girl?â Adam asked, holding out his hand for her to sniff. Blue, instead of sniffing it, rubbed her head against his hand and purred. Adam began to gently scratch behind her ears. âAww, such a sweetheart!â
The other cats gradually came away from the food to see Adam. The orange tabby liked talking to him, filling him in on everything that happened since he last saw them yesterday. Adam couldnât translate it word for word, but he learned the tones of his âmeowsâ to mean good or bad things, so he could respond accordingly. He was glad to hear lots of happy meows.
A door down the alleyway opened, startling all of the cats except Blue, who was still getting pets from Adam. Adam and six of the cats all turned to watch as a young woman with short, dark hair came out and lit a cigarette. She didnât seem to notice Adam.Â
Adam was perfectly fine with that.
After a few puffs, the woman, Amanda, finally looked over and saw him sitting with the cats. She paused for a moment, eyes wide with uncertainty.
Adam decided to be nice. He nodded his head in a âwhatâs upâ gesture. âVery rockstar.â
Amanda paused. Her brows furrowed in confusion and she looked around.
Adam mentally face-palmed. âYour hair. I like it. Itâs very rock star.â
âThanks,â Amanda said, still anxious.
Adam smiled a little. âItâs okay, I donât bite. Some of these guys do though. Looking at you, calicos!â He said the last part in a teasing manner. One calico flicked her ears in response while the other continued to bite Adamâs shoe.
Amanda smiled and gave a small laugh. âYou donât have names for them?â
âI only named one, because I know sheâs the same one every time. This little black kitten, her nameâs Blue, âcause of her blue eyes,â Adam explained. âYou can come see them if you want. I smoke down here, too. Theyâre used to it.â
Amanda didnât need to be asked twice. She cautiously approached the cats, then crouched down a little ways away so they could come to her. And sure enough, the maine coone, one of the tabbyâs, and the two calicos came to see her. âIâm Amanda.â
âAdam. You work around here?â he asked.
âYeah,â Amanda nodded. âHad to take my break early because a stupid customer pissed me off and my manager took his side.â
Adam scoffed. As he spoke, he lit his own cigarette to join Amanda. âTypical. Bosses only care about themselves and their profit.â He took a puff, then continued. âBosses, and landlords: biggest douches Iâve ever met.â
As he says this, a dark figure in a pig mask comes out from behind a dumpster. He slaps a hand over Adamâs mouth and injects a syringe into his neck. Adam doesnât have time to react before he loses consciousness. All of the cats run away. Except Blue, who hisses at the figure.
Amanda puts out her cigarette with the heel of her boot and stands up. âHuh. Canât believe you pulled that off.â
Hoffman pulls up the pig mask to glare at her. âJust get the doors to the van.â
They both walk over to a van parked just outside of the alleyway. It was the middle of the work day, so very few people were around to notice the kidnapping.
Blue chased after Hoffman, meowing incessantly.
Amanda opened the doors, then crouched beside Blue so she wouldnât jump in the van. âSorry, Blue. I promise this is for his own good.â She reached down to pet her, hoping to calm her down. Blue swiped at Amandaâs hand, giving her a good sized scratch and hissing. Amanda didnât seem to care. She hops into the passenger side as Hoffman closes the doors. He gets into the driverâs seat and they pull away, leaving Blue still meowing and hissing in their direction.
****
Lawrence was beginning to hate people, too. Which was ironic since his job as a surgeon and oncologist was to save people. The only two people he didnât hate were his eight year old daughter, Diana, and his wife, Allison. Although he will admit Allison was getting on his nerves more than usual today.
âWhy canât you just cancel, Lawrence? Theyâre calling you away for a week and they only gave you a few hours notice,â Allison argued, glaring daggers at her husband as they both sat in the kitchen. It was the farthest room in the house from their daughterâs room, so she hopefully wouldnât hear them argue again.
Lawrence sighed. âOne of the other speakers at the convention caught pneumonia. If I donât cover for him the hospital will lose a lot of funding. Peopleâs lives are-â
Allison cut him off. âI swear if you use the âpeopleâs lives are at stakeâ excuse-â
Lawrence cut her off. âWhat else am I supposed to say?â
âI donât know! Something that doesnât make me feel guilty for wanting you to stay. My parents were really looking forward to seeing you.â
âThatâs not a guilt trip?â Lawrence asked.
Allison sighed and put her head in her hands. âYou donât get it, do you?â
âWhat is there to âgetâ about this?â Lawrence asked, putting air quotes around âget.â
Allison stared at him directly in the eyes. There was a hint of sadness in her anger. âI donât know how long I can go on like this.â
Lawrence raises an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean?â
Allison sighs again. âI mean, you walk around pretending to be happy-â
âI am happy,â Lawrence cuts her off, trying his best to smile convincingly.
âLet me finish!â Allison snaps. âYou walk around pretending to be happy, but you donât feel that way at all. You donât feel anything! At this point Iâd rather you just break down and tell me you hate me because at least thatâd be real.â
Lawrence scoffs. âSo, what you want me to tell you I hate you? Youâre being ridiculous.â
Allison reaches behind her to grab an expensive looking vase off of the counter. âShould I smash something to get a real response out of you? Start screaming? I know youâd care what the neighbors would think of that.â
Lawrence gently takes her hand holding the vase and guides it back down to the counter, being sure to set the vase in the exact same place.
Allison lets go of the vase to cross her arms. âThereâs the way things look, and thereâs the way things are, Lawrence. Which one do you care more about?â
Lawrence takes out one of the realistic but still artificial flowers from the vase. He holds it out to her, flashing what she dubbed his âPrince Charmingâ smile.
Allison canât help but smile in response. She takes the flower, staring at it. It looked so similar to a real flower, yet it was just plastic. âThese are fake. I want the kind that lives and breathes.â
âAnd dies in a week.â
Allison glares at him again.
Lawrence sighs. âFine. Iâll bring some back when I come home. I need to finish packing. My plane leaves in a few hours.â
He walks down the hall to the room he shares with Allison. He doesnât call it âhisâ room because it never felt like his. He spent so many late nights working either in his home office or his real office that they felt more like his room, especially since he slept on those couches more than in his own bed.
Lawrence walks into the bedroom. His suitcase is open on the floor, his clothes folded on the bed just above. Lawrence chuckles when he sees Diana trying to fit into his suitcase, a black blanket over her so she could blend in.
âWhat are you doing, Di?â Lawrence asks, sitting beside her.
Diana pokes her head out from under the blanket, her hair messed up. âI wanna go with you!â
Lawrence smiles fondly. He picks her up and sets her in his lap. âA suitcase is no way for a princess to travel!â.
Diana pouts. âBut you wonât let me come with you.â
âThatâs because you have school,â Lawrence says.
âI hate school! Itâs boring.â Diana crosses her arms as she says this.
Lawrence does his best not to laugh. âWell, I hate to tell you this, honey, but my work trip is going to be even more boring than school. There wonât be any recess or snack time or playgrounds.â
Diana looks at him, her eyebrow raised in confusion just like her dad does. âThen why do you go?â
âItâs one of the many fun things about being an adult,â Lawrence sighs, running his hand over her hair to smooth it back down.
Diana pouts again. âI donât wanna be an adult.â
This time, Lawrence lets himself chuckle. âI donât want you to be an adult either. Luckily, neither of us have to deal with that for another ten years or so.â
A clock in the hallway chimes, signaling itâs four in the afternoon. Lawrence has to be at the airport by five to make his flight. Not to mention he scheduled for a taxi to pick him up at four thirty.
âI have to finish packing now, sweetie,â Lawrence says. For once, he sounds sad to be leaving. He sees the frown on Dianaâs face. Lawrence suddenly has an idea. He lifts her up and sets her right in the middle of the bed. âWhy donât you tell me about school while I pack?â
Diana lights up and begins excitedly telling Lawrence everything she can.
The time goes by too quickly for Lawrence and Diana. They finish saying goodbye just as Hoffman comes to the door, dressed like a taxi driver. He leads Lawrence to the same van where Adam is currently unconscious, only this time, the words âAir Transitâ are on the side, making it look genuine.
Hoffman puts the suitcase in the very back of the van with Adam as Lawrence sits in the back seat. Heâs too busy checking his watch to notice anything unusual, until Amanda, wearing the robes and pig masks, injects Lawrence with a syringe too, knocking him unconscious.Â
Amanda moves Lawrence to the back with Adam. She climbs up to the passenger side again as Hoffman gets in the driverâs seat. Neither of them say a word as they drive away with the two unconscious men in the back.
Currently thinking about a whumpee who is a different species from the rest of their team, and whumpeeâs species happens to be extremely sensitive to cold. Bonus point if the team doesnât know this and whumpee doesnât tell them because they donât want to be annoying.
For whatever reason, everyone has to spend a long time outside in winter. Maybe theyâre traveling through a snowy landscape.
Whumpee is falling behind. They canât stop shivering. Their hands and feet have gone numb. The rest of the team treks on, unaware and unbothered, and whumpee refuses to become a burden on them by complaining about a little cold.
So of course, no one notices that whumpee is doing Bad until theyâve collapsed in the snow.
âWhumpee! Hold up everyone! Hey, what happened? Whumpee? Can you hear me? Healer, get over here!â
Cue a frantic rush to get them inside or by a fire before the cold finishes them for good.
(Thanks @whumperofworlds for making me think about hypothermia today)
Falling through ice is a classic, but slipping on ice or being unable to run on ice are both good ones I don't see many people do! With the first, you get hypothermia and the shock of falling into freezing water, but the second is good for banging characters up/making it hard for them to fight. Ice!
Also, cars fishtailing on ice. Car chases, car crashes, etc. etc. Happens all the time, and it's soooo easy to catch a slippery patch and end up in a ditch somewhere
Hypothermia in general is đ so good
Illness!! Love a good far-from-civilization-stuck-in-a-snowstorm-can't-call-town-and-this-guy-has-a-bad-fever situation, but also just being at home sick on a cold winter day (or BECAUSE of a cold winter day) and sipping tea by a fire or under a blanket. See also, warm bath
Shivering!! Cold, fever, fear, you name it.
Frostbite is another one I don't see people do a whole lot, or not mention directly at least. Even mild frostbite can cause lasting damage--the second you go inside and your skin stays waxy and white, it means you've frozen it and you're probably going to be way more sensitive to the cold in the future! I froze my face once as a kid and I still can't go outside below 10 degrees celsius without feeling like I have ice on my cheeks. As for bad frostbite... I'm not huge on amputation whump, but tissues start to die when they've been frozen for too long---there's a particular sort of horror to be found when your toes look necrotic (google only if you have a strong stomach) and you can't even feel them đŹ maybe a bit of a gross one, but the time limit before frostbite sets in can be a good whumpy motivator!
With that being said, numbness! But also, when your skin gets cold it hurts a lot more to be slapped or hit, so there are levels to that one!
Blizzards are good! Lost, stuck inside, forced to go out in the freezing wind and icy snowfall whipping your face. Good stuff!
Sleep. For those of you who don't live in cold climates, it's draining as hell! We recently had a week of -40 weather and every time I came back from class I would be completely exhausted even though it's only a block away. Both tiredness, and sleeping for a long time can be good whump things in wintery situations!
This is a scary one, but avalanches. Don't want to get swept up in it... it's easy to be buried alive and snow is too heavy to get out of, so you better hope caretaker is nearby đł
Coughing/lungs hurting from how cold the air is while running away from something/just walking outside when it's super cold
That's all I've got for now! I should really write more winter whump, because the environment can be super intense and harsh haha. Thanks for the ask!
A tries to reply, but just can't open their mouth to do so.
They're under a blanket, shaking so much with a dramatically rising fever, that their jaw is locked shut, teeth chattering audibly. Their full body shivers are enough to make their breaths choppy and ragged.
They desperately want to stretch their legs to ease the bone deep pains that such a high fever brings, but their body is frozen and stiff, curled up in a fetal position to disperse less heat.
B can do nothing but bring them other blankets and a hot water bottle, hoping to help them ease the chills.
picture a chilled, soaked whumpee stuck outside with their team in a rainy forest, huddled under a makeshift shelter and wrapped in a damp blanket. the rainstorm had come on fast and strong and the team had rushed to set up shelter, but not before everyone got drenched in icy rain. now, whumpee canât stop shivering, teeth rattling with cold as they tug the useless layer closer. a fire is impossible in these conditions. a stiff breeze blows through the tent, and they just shudder from head to toe. a companion wraps their arm around whumpee and pulls them close, and whumpee buries their face in their companionâs neck. itâs going to be a long, cold, miserable night.
Human furnace x always freezing and Human furnace notices their always freezing partner in coming down with smth bc they're eepin together and always freezing partner is really warm to cuddle
Yes!!! The thought of a too-warm little bundle snuggling up as best as they can to their equally warm (though naturally so) partner, in an effort to get warm is so mnnnhhh it does things to my heart.
And if they're always freezing, they wouldn't have noticed any shivering as it's not out of the ordinary for their poor cold partner...but shivering plus way warmer than normal?? Suspicious...
Ghnnghhhhggghhhgh g cannot get the image out of my head of a Cold Sick Damp whumpee just So So miserable curled up by a fireplace or a heater trying to get warm and dry but failing at every turn, clutching at their elbows and huddling as deep into their clothing as they can, shivering so hard their teeth chatter. And it doesn't let up.
When a weak whumpee's head is lifted to spoon some medicine/water/broth into their mouth, but then the caretaker just. keeps on cradling their head after laying it back down. Anyway that's the vibes tonight.
Character on a long and grueling journey who, for whatever ailment, simply cannot keep walking. The second they and whoever they're with stop, even for a moment, they've collapsed. And no one else can get them to attempt at standing again. So they build a fire and/or shelter right where they are, get them warm as possible and do whatever they can for them.
I write so much cold whump that itâs hard to get creative, but I did brainstorm this idea:
in a fantasy whump world, the whumper puts A under an ice curse. itâs designed to drop Aâs core body temperature lower and lower, but not so low itâll kill themâjust make them miserable and feel hypothermic constantly.
At first the effects are minimalâthey spend a few extra minutes by the fire, they need an extra sweater at dinner, there are cups of tea grasped by cold fingers. but the symptoms worsen as the curse sinks in its claws in. the normally cheerful A becomes pale and shadow-eyed, mildly irritable as they sit shivering by the fire.
at first, their friends just think Aâs sick and being dramatic about it, rolling their eyes as A walks into another team meeting swathed in a blanket.
none of them realize that Aâs not sleeping, growing weaker and weaker as they sink into a hypothermia that canât be touched. nothing external can warm them, no matter how hard they try. their body temperature lowers, and A is absolutely miserable, consumed only with thoughts of how cold they are. no one realizes the ice thatâs spreading inside them and chilling them through.
At night they bury themselves under blankets, wracked with chills that wonât go away. during the day, their limbs are so stiff with cold they can hardly move. soon, theyâre bedridden under six blankets near a stove, lips blue and dark circles under their eyes. physically, theyâre not in danger. but mentally, the effects of being so cold are taking a toll, and A has to be monitored at all times to make sure they're not trying to hurl themselves into the fire. the cold has stolen all reason from them, and their days are spent crying out for a warmth that no one can provide.
Aâs shivering away as the whole team tries to figure out whatâs wrong and what happenedâwhich is exactly when the villain/whumper shows up, explains the curse, and makes their demands known.
comply? A lives.
ignore them? well, theyâll just have to see how long poor A can last while practically mad with cold.
A struggles to regulate their body temperature, maybe after a traumatic event, injury, or illness.
They used to wear trendy, well-fitted clothingânow, they wear layers of large sweaters and flannel/wool pants and wool socks aroundâanything to help insulate them and stay warm.
certain times of day are clockwork for spells of chills. itâs common for them to come to breakfast huddled in a blanket, and it takes them at least a half hour of clutching mug of hot tea to warm up enough to function. If they stay up too late at night, they shiver in bed for hours.
being outdoors in the fall and winter is miserable. they try to dress for the weather, but they inevitably get a chill in their bones that they canât shake for hours even when indoors.
the others can tell when theyâre cold, no matter how hard they try to hide itâshoulders drawn tight, arms hugged close, the occasional shivers that ripple down their spine.
during team meetings, Aâs the only one huddled in a blanket with a hot water bottle clutched to their core, even when the room is well heated.
their hands and feet ALWAYS feel like ice.
constantly feeling chilled makes it easier for them to get sick, especially when their body is always fighting to stay at a decent temperature. when they do get sick, theyâre bedridden for days under piles of blankets.
they used to not be a very tactile person, but now theyâre always down for a hug or for someone to throw an arm around their shoulders, the warmth of another human providing indescribable comfortâespecially after what they went through.
Hi! do you have prompts/suggestions for fun illness symptoms besides like fever and cough and such? I feel like my sickfics are getting really repetitive and I wanna spice them up but I'm not sure how
Sure! Hereâs a few:
- Difficulty sleeping / sleeping too much / excessive tiredness
Do you have prompts for dramatic reveals? Uncovering a character's face to show scarring, exposing a character as secretly inhuman, discovering a hidden identity, etc? Thank you :D
I have a few:
Uncovering a characters face:
The revealer feels physically sick when they realise who it is. Their hands shake and their mind races to put two and two together because it cannot be them⌠surely not.
The face reveal before the Final Fight is always a good idea.
Maybe the characters mask is damaged beyond repair, maybe they take it off because their vision is messed up by te
Exposing as inhuman:
Maybe this is done in a no-way out scenario where the character has to reveal their true form to escape.
Or theyâre pushed to the edge that they cannot hide themselves anymore.
The character could use a glamor that falls when severely ill/injured. This could also cause issues if the characters donât know about your characters anatomy and the way it responds to treatments
Identity reveals:
I like the identity that is revealed from something other than their face. Perhaps the way they walk, talk, gesture etc. Maybe itâs from a mole, tattoo, scar or freckles that the character realises itâs the whumpee.
This works brilliantly if the whumpees face is so bruised itâs unrecognisable, so the only way they know itâs them is from that one mole on their neck or something.
Shameless plug, but I wrote a faceless identity reveal HERE
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