#whumpril2025

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@whumpril | Day #3: Sore Captain America: Civil War (2016)

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Whumpril 2025 - Day 30 - "I'm not going anywhere"

He has made his desicion. Fuck off, System.

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@whumpril Day 1: HUG: Monsters, Inc (2001)

[whumpril]

Whumpril 2025 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

AI-generated content is NOT permitted.

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

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Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2025, #whumprilday1, #hug) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Whumpril 2025 Prompts:

Hug

Lies

Sore

Threat

Neglect

Distrust

Restless

Burnout

Stranded

Bandages

Grounding

Dislocation

Head Injury

Lost/Found

Belittlement

Waterlogged

Interrogation

Mood Swings

Fetal Position

“You’re next.”

Stage(s) of Grief

Dehumanization

“Don’t you dare.”

Sensory Overload

Too Weak to Stand

The Kind One Snaps

Tossing and Turning

Inexperienced Caretaker

“Get your hands off them!”

“You’re/I’m not going anywhere.”

Alternative Prompts:

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!

X-Rays

Hazing

Clammy

Trampled

Cowardice

Unsanitary

Congestion

Silent Tears

Falsely Accused

Slammed into Wall

Missed Medication

Heimlich Maneuver

 “Why won’t you believe me?”

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Whumpril 2025 / 21 / stages of grief

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(Don't) leave

Whumpril 2025 | 8. Burnout

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Hero hated their job and people and the world and also their job.

They slammed the keys on a side table and continued to the living space. And there—sprawled on their sofa—Villain.

Did Hero already mention they hated their job?

“This is really not the day,” they growled and turned, hoping next time they lend an eye on the sofa, Villain would be gone.

That was an unrealistic wish, of course.

When they looked again, Villain was still there, casually splayed on the cushions like the place belonged to them.

Hero gritted their teeth. “What do you even wan- You know what? I don’t care. Just get out of my home.”

This was supposed to be their sanctuary. The only place where they didn’t need to think about their job. Where they were supposed to feel safe. Warm. At peace.

This was not the case. You couldn’t turn a place into a home when you only stepped into it for a few hours each week. Whenever they managed to leave their job, they just felt straight to the mattress pushed to a corner (they really should buy a bedframe, finally) and fell asleep.

Hero headed toward their fridge, but when they opened it, there was nothing but a jar with half of a pickle. Perfect.

They closed their eyes. Took a deep breath. And turned to Villain.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to help.”

“If your help doesn’t inquire good warm food, I don’t want it.”

Villain just tilted their head to a side, staring at Hero like they have grown pair of antlers.

“I can take you out for dinner.”

“Just… leave. Please.”

They wanted to sleep so much. To pretend they don’t need to wake up in few hours and work again. Fight this goddamn bastard. Or someone else.

Villain just shrugged. “I still think dinner sounds better, but in case you’re interested—I made a potato salad.”

They stood up and pulled out a bowl from behind their back, filled with a yellowish substance that looked like someone had already eaten it once.

“You wanna poison me?”

“Why would I? You manage to destroy yourself way faster than I ever could. Now, eat up.”

Hero looked them up suspiciously. “We’re enemies.”

“If you say so.”

Villain was not pushing, just stood there quiet. Waiting. And Hero was so hungry. And maybe, getting poisoned wasn't so bad. At least, they wouldn’t have to go to their job tomorrow. So they ate in silence. It was surprisingly good, maybe because this was the first thing they'd had all day. By the time the bowl was scraped clean, the exhaustion hit all at once.

“Come on,” Villain murmured, already stepping toward them. “You look like you’re about to pass out sitting up.” They swiftly picked Hero up and carried them to the mattress on the floor. They gently laid Hero down.

“Perfect. Thank you. Now leave?”

“Not a chance.”

They laid next to them, so close they were almost touching. Silence stretching between them like a fragile thread and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Then, Hero finally spoke: “Why would you choose to be a villain?”

Villain waited. Smiled. “…Money.”

“That’s so superficial.”

 “You can’t blame me. Look at your apartment. Do they even pay you?”

“Hey-“

“I mean, next time, you could come to my place. If you’d like.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

“Of course you don’t. I’ll lead you there. If you’re not opposed to a blindfold.”

“That’s not fair. You know my address.”

“Yes. Because you are extraordinarily bad at protecting your privacy. Sometimes I even wonder how they let you in the Hero Agency.”

“Hey-“ The bickering continued for a while, but soon enough Hero fell asleep. Safe. And warm. And okay, maybe they didn’t hate every aspect of their job. They definitely didn’t hate Villain.

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Part 2

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More Than a Hospital Thing

Stranger Things | Steddie |  Rating: T | Words: 1455 

CW: mentions of making out 

Written for @whumpril 2025: Day 1–Hug

Divider art by @saradika-graphics

Steve stared at the glowing orange elevator button, pointedly choosing not to glance over at Eddie. The elevator descended slowly, and Steve was thankful for it, wanting to savor his last moments with Eddie. 

They hadn’t said much about last night, and had only exchanged a nervous good morning before falling silent. Even the news of getting discharged wasn’t enough to strike up a conversation since it meant that their joint quarantine was over.

The hospital elevator was empty except for the two of them, which seemed more like fate, considering the start of visiting hours was the busiest time of the morning.

Steve would miss the moments of taking their pills in tandem and suffering the same side effects: nausea, nightmares, and at times, panic attacks. 

It was Eddie who was there, brushing Steve’s hair off his neck when he was sick, and reminding him to breathe during the worst of the panic and hugging him gently after it passed. And it was Steve who had held back Eddie’s hair as he was sick for an entire night, and it was Steve asked before climbing into his bed after Eddie dreamed that Vecna took Wayne. 

Steve especially hated how much he would miss the way Eddie held him at night, his face buried at the base of Steve’s neck.

“I might miss it,” Eddie mused and Steve was suddenly worried that Eddie could read his mind.

Steve looked over at Eddie for clarification. “The hospital?” Eddie nodded. “I didn’t think I’d like sharing a room as much as I did.”

Something warm and prickly moved up Steve’s body.Flashes of last night replayed in his head no matter how much he attempted to forget: Eddie’s hands splayed on his chest, Edddie’s hands raking through his hair…Steve pushed away the thought before he lost his words. “It grew on me, too,” he admitted.

“Then again, if they’re saying we’re healed enough to leave, I’m not sticking around to question it,” Eddie added, a smile tugging at his lips. 

Steve wanted to add something witty, to turn Eddie’s smile into a fuller one, but the elevator dinged, and the silver doors slid open.

A bustling lobby greeted them as they both stepped out. Steve nearly collided with a man in a rush, and Eddie sidestepped a small child. A few people were waiting in line at the front desk, while others tended to their kids by the windows and in the waiting room. Steve swallowed hard, seeing how many relatives and families were spending their Saturday here. He thought of Robin and the Party, all choosing to camp out in their room for as long as possible. Steve realized that now, they wouldn’t have to. 

“Ready to blow this popsicle stand, Harrington?” Eddie asked, leading the way to the shortest line at the front desk.

Steve nodded and followed, still looking around. He was grateful that Dr. Owens let them walk to the front desk since they weren’t truly discharged until they signed out, but Steve spied the two wheelchairs by the exit and sighed.  Stupid hospital policy.

The line at the front desk moved quickly and the clipboard of discharge papers wasn't as daunting as he expected.  As he scribbled his initials on the last page, there was a heaviness in knowing that whatever happened in that hospital room would stay in that hospital room. His pen hovered over the last section.

It was time.

Steve swallowed and signed quickly, sliding the clipboard back to the receptionist. She nodded in thanks and then pointed to the waiting wheelchairs. 

“Dr. Seth and Dr. Willis will wheel you out,” she nodded. 

Eddie threw Steve a look that was equal parts excitement as it was playful. “One last time?”

Steve sighed. “As long as you don’t try to race again, I think we’ll be okay.” 

“Why? Because you don’t want the Wheelchair Wizard to leave you in the dust again?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You earned us escorted visits for the rest of our stay,” Steve reminded. It was true. For every meal or activity outside of their room that required wheelchairs, there were always two nurses to take them. Steve took a reluctant seat in the wheelchair for which was hopefully going to be the last time.

Eddie did the same, but sucked in a breath as he sat, his face contorting as he groaned and pressed a hand to his side. The nurse was there in front of him in seconds, but Eddie waved him off. “M’fine. Just…haven’t mastered the whole sitting down thing yet.” He blew out a breath, his hand not leaving his side.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Steve asked as the nurse began wheeling them out.

Eddie took another deep breath and nodded. “Nothing that a few painkillers can’t fix.”

The nurses parked their wheelchairs beyond the entrance, and confirmed they both had someone to come pick them up. Eddie told them his uncle was coming, but once the nurse disappeared inside, Eddie hobbled over to a nearby bench to sit. 

Steve caught the same grimace from before, and he suddenly wondered if either of them should really be going home. 

“I’m alright,” Eddie repeated at Steve’s face of concern. “I just…need a second.” He rubbed absently at his side, right where the bats had taken most of the flesh.

Steve bit his lip and sat next to Eddie. “Is Wayne on his way?”

“Probably’ll be here in a couple hours.”

Steve blinked in surprise. “A couple hours? You were going to wait here for a couple hours?” Steve studied him, but let his surprise soften. “Joyce and Hopper wouldn’t mind giving you a ride home.”

“It’s kinda…far,” Eddie explained. “They relocated us to the next town over, and since Wayne works in the opposite direction, it’s easiest if he picks me up here after his shift.”

“Then stay at my place until Wayne’s done,” Steve said, the words too quick for him to stop them. He blushed, but continued. “There’s a few extra bedrooms if you need to stay longer.”

Eddie shook his head. “I would hate to intrude, Harrington. It’s your first night home. You deserve some peace and quiet.”

“We’ve been sharing a room for the last three weeks. Another night won’t do me in.”

Eddie shyly met his gaze. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Steve helped Eddie back to standing, but to Steve’s surprise, Eddie stepped closer and wrapped his arms around him.

Steve tensed for a minute, unprepared, but then relaxed into Eddie’s embrace. He felt Eddie’s arms tighten slightly as he held him with confidence and buried his head into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve felt the tickle of Eddie’s curls against and under his chin, and felt the way Eddie rubbed down the middle of his back, avoiding his shoulder blades. Steve was grateful; his back was healing but still held angry abrasions from being dragged through the Upside Down.

And that was a thing about Eddie’s hugs. He knew where to hug and hold, and each one was affirming and unafraid, always leaving Steve feeling seen in a way he didn’t have words for. Steve never felt trapped or suffocated by Eddie’s embrace, either. Rather, the closeness was a welcoming salve especially after their quieter morning. Steve inhaled Eddie’s familiar scent of something refreshing and woodsy mixed with the sharper smell of antiseptic.

Eddie shifted to look up at Steve. His eyes were curious and playful, with that same rueful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And what if I want you in my bed…?”

Steve’s entire body flushed as he met Eddie’s eyes. “Would you…want to?”

“Steve, if you’re asking if I want you in my bed, the answer is yes,” Eddie stated, his voice lower. “And, if you’re asking if I want to make out with you in your bed, the answer is yes, absolutely.”

Steve blinked. “Last night, it wasn’t just…a hospital thing?”

Eddie quickly planted a kiss on Steve’s cheek before his face broke into a wider smile. “Definitely not just a hospital thing.”

Steve barely had time to collect his thoughts when a loud honking erupted in the parking lot and they both jumped and let go of one another.

Hopper’s truck honked again and Steve smiled. The yellow truck was a sight for sore eyes, and for the first time since Steve left the hospital, he felt at ease, as if the ground under him was a foundation rather than falling out from under him. And once he and Eddie were both buckled in safely in the backseat, Steve discreetly reached for Eddie’s hand.

And when Eddie took it, intertwining his fingers in Steve’s, everything was right in the world. 

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Decoration Disaster

Buddie x reader

WC: 1800

Sorry not sorry I couldn't pick a gif.

Reader takes a bad fall but her boys are there to make sure she's okay.

@whumpril day 13 head injury

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The phone rang three times before a familiar voice sounded. “911, what's your emergency?”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to explain your predicament. “Hi, Maddie.”

“Y/N?” She asked. “What's going on? Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I'm fine,” you started. “I mean… mostly.”

“Are you at home?” Maddie asked.

“Yep. So I was getting some decorations out of the attic because I didn't want to wait for the guys.” You shifted slightly as you explained and a pain shot through your arm. You sucked in a sharp breath. “Ah, shit. Ouch.”

“I'm dispatching the 118. They’ll be there soon,” she said. “What happened?”

“I couldn't see around the boxes and I was just going to set them by the ladder, but I misjudged and I fell through the ladder opening.”

She gasped. “Oh, my god.”

“It's not that bad. I just think I dislocated my shoulder.”

“Help will be there in about two minutes, okay? Are you sure it's just your shoulder? Are you bleeding? Did you hit your head?” She peppered you with questions.

“Uh, not bleeding, I don't think. At least nothing significant. And I'm not sure about my head. Honestly, everything kind of hurts but the shoulder is the worst.”

She kept asking questions and then moved on to some small talk while you waited. Eventually, you heard a key in the front door before it was pushed open.

“Thanks, Mads. They’re here.”

“Y/N! You heard Buck and Eddie both yell as they made their way through the house.

“In here!” You called from the bed.

Buck and Eddie were both beside you a moment later. “Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie winced as he took you in. “What are you doing in here? Maddie said you fell down the attic ladder.”

“I did. But I thought I was fine and I got up and came in here to look in the mirror but then my arm started really hurting, so I sat here.”

“You don't know if you hit your head?” Eddie asked.

“Um, well I wasn't sure…” you felt tears well in your eyes as you stared at your boys. Buck took your hand as Eddie wrapped a BP cuff around your arm. “But the longer I sit here the more everything hurts. And my head really hurts right here.” You pointed to the back or your head just behind your ear.

Hen moved behind you and gently ran her hand over the spot. “Yeah, she's got a good size bump.”

You hiccuped as you tried to keep from sobbing as the pain and panic tried to bubble over.

“Hey,” Buck squeezed your hand to pull your attention to him. “We're here, okay? You're gonna be okay.”

You tried to wipe your face with your good arm. “I-I'm scared,” you admitted quietly.

Buck squeezed your hand. “I know. But we got you, okay?”

You sniffled. “‘Kay.”

“BP and heart rate are a little high,” Eddie directed to Hen.

“I'm kind of dizzy, too. And, uh, my ribs hurt here,” you pointed to the side with the hurt shoulder.”

Eddie just nodded, taking a mental note. “What about your neck? Any pain when you turn your head?”

You tested the motion. “Not really. It feels stiff, like when you sleep wrong but that's it.”

“Okay. I'm going to help you move over to the stretcher and then we'll get you something for pain.” Eddie explained.

Moving was significantly more painful than it had been when you sat down here. You cried out as pain shot through your torso from standing. Both Eddie and Buck offered soft reassurances as they shifted you as carefully as possible.

They quickly got you situated on the stretcher and Hen placed an IV. She pushed pain meds while Eddie finished checking your vitals. Buck continued to hold your hand and offer comfort, reminding you that everything was going to be okay.

Once they'd loaded you into the ambulance, Hen and Eddie moved around you in practiced synchronicity. Eddie placed leads for a heart monitor while Hen clipped the pulse ox to your finger and started another BP reading.

Lastly, Eddie flashed a light into your eyes causing you to wince. You saw the worried look that flashed in his eyes before he locked it down with a mask of professionalism. “Pupils are uneven, right is sluggish.”

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“It's probably just a concussion but the hospital will want to do a CT scan,” Eddie explained.

You squeezed Buck’s hand hard, trying to stay calm. Suddenly, you were overwhelmingly nauseous. “Um, I think I'm gonna be sick.”

Hen managed to place a barf bag in front of your face just in time. You threw up another two times and were surprised how much energy it had taken.

You let your head fall back against the stretcher. “I'm so tired.”

Eddie shined the light in your eyes once more. He managed to keep his face neutral which worried you more. “I need you to try and stay awake for me, okay?”

You whined. “I'm so, so tired though.”

Buck ran his free hand over your head. “We're almost there. Just try your best, okay?”

“Mmkay,” you mumbled. You tried to keep your eyes locked on them but before long you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

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Your whole body felt heavy. You heard a lot of beeping, some seemed close by and others further away. You groaned trying to shift but only managing to move your fingers.

“Whoa. Y/N?” Buck asked.

Someone squeezed your fingers and then ran a hand over the top of your head. “Are you awake, cariña?”

You groaned again, trying desperately to open your eyes. You squeezed the fingers in your hand lightly once more.

“Come on, baby,” Buck begged. “You can do it. Just open those eyes for us.”

They both continued to offer words of encouragement and soft touches. Eventually, you managed to crack your eyes open just a smidge. You winced against the brightness and then slowly your vision started to clear.

“There you are,” Eddie smiled.

Buck leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I'm going to go grab the nurse. I'll be right back.”

“What happened?” Your throat felt dry.

“What's the last thing you remember?” Eddie asked, offering you a straw from a small cup of water. “Small sips.”

After a little water, your throat felt slightly better. “Uh, I was getting the decorations out of the attic. I climbed up there then I don't know.”

Buck came back with the nurse. She took a set of vitals while she asked you questions. “Do you have any pain?”

“Uh huh. Everywhere.”

She nodded. “Okay, how bad on a scale of one to ten?”

You shifted slightly trying to make yourself more comfortable but winced. “Maybe a four or five?”

“Okay. I already paged the doctor,” she explained. “He should be here soon. Once he does his exam, I'll make sure he puts in orders for more pain meds.”

“Thanks.”

She headed toward the door. “I'll be back in a minute when he gets here.”

Once she pulled the door closed, you looked back to Eddie waiting for him to finally answer your question.

He took your hand and squeezed it as Buck took the seat on your other side. “You were in the attic getting decorations out. You were carrying boxes so you couldn't see and misjudged where the ladder hole was and you fell.”

You winced, glad you couldn't remember that. “But you guys were at work. Oh, my god. Did I get knocked out? Did you have to come home and find me? I'm so sorry.”

“No.” Buck said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “You called 911. Maddie got your call and sent us.”

You scowled. “I don't remember any of that.”

“I'm not surprised.” Eddie pulled your attention back to him. “You hit your head. You lost consciousness in the ambulance. There was a subdural hematoma. They had to do surgery to relieve the pressure.”

You glanced over to Buck and the look on his face was almost enough to break you. “You scared the shit out of us, baby. You've been unconscious for thirty-six hours.”

There was a knock at the door before it swung open to reveal the doctor and the nurse. He took his time asking you questions and performing a full neuro check.

“Everything looks good,” the doctor explained. “I will get an order put in for PCA so that way you have a button to self-administer pain medication as you need. Just get some rest, okay?”

“When will I get to go home?”

The doctor chuckled. “That disappointed in our hospitality?”

“This bed isn't very comfortable,” you explained.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you'll be here for a few days at least,” he explained. “Right now we are still monitoring your intracranial pressure to make sure the bleeding has stopped. You can't even wander the halls quite yet.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said, offering his hand to shake.

They left again with the nurse promising to be right back with your pain meds.

“I can't believe you just asked when you can go home.” Buck tried to hold back his laughter. “You've been awake for ten minutes after having brain surgery and your trying for a jailbreak.”

You pouted. “This bed is not comfortable and it's too small. I don't think I can even fit one of you with me to cuddle.”

Eddie ran his fingers across your cheek. “I don't think that'd be a great idea right now anyway. Considering your dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, and your sprained ankle.”

“This sucks,” you whined.

“We’re just glad you're going to be okay,” said Eddie.

Buck took your hand. “We might not be able to cuddle, but we will be right here until you do get to go home.”

“But you have to go to work.”

“No, we don't,” Buck explained. “Bobby gave us furlough until you're home. He insisted, actually. He doesn't think our focus would be where it needs to be right now and he's not wrong.”

The nurse came back and quickly set up your meds and handed you a cord with a button. “You push that whenever your pain gets too much, okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Thank you.” You pushed the button before setting the cord by your leg.

“It's also probably going to make you a bit drowsy,” she said.

“Sure is,” you slurred, your eyelids already feeling heavy.

“Get some rest, amor.”

“We will be here when you wake up.”

“Love you,” you mumbled as you drifted to sleep.

The last thing you heard was both of them. “We love you, too.”

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