#tw cold

[itsnotmuchyet]

My terrible headcanon that I will never put in a story is that Steve Rogers woke up after his plane hit the ice. Right after the initial impact, I mean. Idk why but I've always had this vivid image in my head of him lifting his head and looking around, half-aware, and hearing the water rushing in. Trying the radio, even, but of course it does not work. He is injured, he can feel the biting cold, his vision is already wavering. He understands his situation. He unbuckles himself and leaves the pilot's seat. He stumbles to the floor. He puts himself on his back. No one will find him, he thinks. He's at peace with that. It was worth it. So he lays himself down, thinks hazily that it's lucky he was sick as a kid, because he's already had his last rites. He's losing feeling but he tries to fold his hands neatly on his stomach the way his mama was when she went into the ground. He thinks about her. His Commandos. Peggy. Stark. He hopes he's done right by Dr. Erskine. It's so cold. It was cold like this when he lost Bucky. Now he's following after, like he always does.

When SHIELD finds him they notice that he is not in the pilot's chair. There would have been more speculation about where he was found - was he trying to escape the sinking plane? Was he thrown from the chair? But the straps are still intact. He was buckled in during the crash, surely? - except that when they realize he's alive that supersedes all else. No one ever asks, and Steve never tells.

Steve laid himself down in his coffin of metal and ice, and Bucky was forced into his. They follow each other to the end.

[selfshippingquotes]

F/O: I'm cold.

S/I: Here, take my jacket.

(Later that day)

S/I: I'm cold.

F/O, all nice and cozy in S/I's jacket: I can't control the weather, S/I.

[itsleelove]

Continued from here (I had this part written already when I posted the last part 😅)

TW: Mouth whump, mouth stitched closed, eyes stitched closed, temperature whump, cold, sensory deprivation

Civilian felt a little warmth drift into the room— felt the vibrations of the door closing and heavy footsteps crossing the floor. They whimpered a little, shifting backwards as the footsteps approached them.

A hand fell on their shoulder, holding them still as another hand went to their ears. Civilian was confused. The hands didn't feel like Villain's, but... who was it then? Whoever it was pulled part of the cotton out of Civilian's ear, but not enough to make a difference. Civilian jerked away, tears starting to stream down their cheeks from closed eyes as a thumb ran across the stitches through their lips.

The person let them go for a moment, but Civilian flinched, struggling as featherlight touches ghosted across their arms and then someone started to untie them.

This wasn't right. Villain wouldn't let anyone else do this— wouldn't let anyone else touch them at all.

As soon as their hands were freed from behind them, Civilian's hands flew to their face instinctively to touch the stitches closing their mouth and eyes, but strong hands grabbed theirs before they could. Their hands were pushed back down.

They tried again, but their hands were caught again, gently forced back behind their back, and tied again— but this time much looser than before and only in one place.

Civilian breathed in a shaky breath, pulling against the knot a little.

They were pulled to their feet, whimpering and then humming in fear as they were lifted off the ground into strong arms. They twisted and struggled, but the person held them firmly.

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Hero carried Civilian out of the room. Civilian stopped struggling when they realized they wouldn't be able to escape, but their body was rigid in Hero's arms. They were so tense they were trembling, occasionally letting out a hum of fear— wordless pleas for mercy, Hero was sure. But leaving them here would be no mercy.

"It's alright. You're safe with me." Hero said, even though they knew Civilian couldn't hear them with the cotton in their ears.

Hero carried them out of the base, into the sunlight outside. Civilian started to squirm a little again when they were brought outside.

"Who's that?" Asked Sidekick as Hero got in the back of the car with Civilian. "And... holy shit, are they okay?"

"Their name's Civilian. I think. Villain had notes about them plastered all over their computer. I know the plan was to just get Villain's hard drive, but I had to look around and see if I could find the person the notes were talking about." Hero put Civilian in the seat next to them. "And... I think they were that reporter who came to our base?"

"Do you think they were tortured for information?" Sidekick started driving.

"I think they were tortured for fun." Hero placed a hand on Civilian's shoulder, causing them to flinch as Hero looked over the stitches closing their eyes and mouth. "Poor thing... I'm going to call our med team to have them ready when we get back."

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[skitter-kitter]

There is a light in the subway. It is unnatural. If I the subways were running, Emmet wouldn’t dare approach it. But, as it is, there is no one around.

He let the night shift go home early. Elesa has been asleep for hours, her last text sent days ago. His twin has been gone for months.

Emmet is alone. There is a light in the subway.

A light took his brother away from him.

He approaches the light, and finds himself transported into the middle of a blizzard. The cold sinks into him; his arms shake and his teeth chatter.

He screams, but no one hears.

Emmet walks, holding his hands under his armpits. He can only feel his hands, now. His knees buckle every other step.

After an eternity, his body gives out. His eyes stay open, gazing off into the distance.

Emmet swears he can see a dark figure in the distance. A hand raised to hold a black hat. A large piece of fabric flapping in the wind. It looks like wings, to his delirious mind. Though, something in him recognizes it. It’s a coat, just like his. Just like his brother’s.

He closes his eyes.

[dawn-vampyra]

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!!!

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Hypothermia ....

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Day 7. Seven Swans A-Swimming - Hosted By @amonthofwhump

Falling Through Ice | Left in the Cold | The First Snow

(TW: noncon nudity/stripping (down to underwear), environmental whump, frostbite, mild abuse/violence, language, controlling!whumper)

"What the fuck is this?" Whumper asked in a heated tone, grabbing up the pendant that hung on Whumpee's neck.

"I-It's nothing!" Whumpee deflected, trying to hide it before they got the chance to see it.

"Who gave you this, huh? Caretaker, I bet." Whumper hissed, tugging on the necklace and watching as they moved forward to loosen his pull so it didn't break.

"Please, it was a gift.." They tried, eyes pleading up at the furious person gripping it away from them.

"You're in big trouble." Whumper seethed while snapping the gentle chain that laid around their neck, soaking up the flinch and whimper they gave from the force. "I'll be taking this and you're getting a time out."

Whumpee looked at them with tears in their eyes, the one small item that had instilled them hope and comfort, being shoved into Whumper's pocket. They knew they should have hidden it, not dared to wear it under their clothes when Whumper got so close.

Before they could protest, Whumper grabbed them by their clothing and started to tear it off their body. Their sweatshirt broke at the front zipper and was pulled down their arms and their teeshirt ripped at the neck with little hesitation from Whumper's strength.

"W-Whumper stop! P-Please!" They cried, Whumper throwing them over their shoulder and peeling off their jeans in the meantime to leave them in their undergarments. They kicked, flailed and Whumper only stopped carrying them when they'd made it to sliding patio glass.

"You can come back inside when I've figured out a proper punishment, for now, you're gonna cool down." Whumper chuckled in spite and anger, sliding back the door and throwing them into the snow that had accumulated on their porch.

They scrambled up, out of the cold but the door slid closed and Whumper locked it as they were standing in front of them. They'd already started to shiver and shake, pulling desperately at the handle.

"P-Please W-Whumper!" They begged in sobs, every sniffle hurting their lungs from the temperature around them. They'd been stripped down to nothing to defend them and Whumper had immediately gotten them wet by tossing them into a drift. It was high, there had to be ten or more inches of snowfall through the night.

Whumper turned and closed the curtain behind them, leaving no indication that they would come back any time soon. They let out a strangled sob and fell onto their hands and knees. This wasn't the first time Whumper did this but it was the first time they'd left Whumpee so bare to the elements.

Whumpee took off their socks to cover their hands and desperately packed snow into a pile. They built it up as high as they could and made a small cove for them to huddle behind, trying to keep the wind from biting them but their skin was already red with shock.

They'd been utterly stupid, careless and now they might perish because of it.

[pizza-box-raccoon]

Sick of this cold weather now, wishing for warmer temperatures.

It was snowing here earlier, didn’t amount to much.

(Click for better quality.)

[imma-potatoo]

HELL YEAH SEND THE W H U M P

YESSSSSSS

Okokokokokok!

So imagine that it's winter! And the dark side house's temperature is the same as the temperature outside.

And Janus is cold blooded.

So remus is running around, trying to grab anything and everything he can to keep janus warm, and to keep his temperature up, and to make sure that he's breathing

but..

It's just so cold..

Remus doesn't know what to do when janus falls asleep