Bleeding Is Good For Character Development

A may writing event centered around pain and parallels.

[whumpay]

WHUMPAY 2026 - THE TIME HAS COME

Welcome to Whumpay 2026! Up above you will see the basic prompt list and down below the cut you will see it written out in a list as well the rules and the mini challenges/alternate prompts!

Rules are the same as usual -

You only have to use one prompt of the prompts for each day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to. You can also combine days and it counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

The mini challenges this year also function as your alternate prompts, you can replace a day with one of them if none of the prompts that day work for you.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2026 tag throughout May. 

If you have any questions or need ideas, send an ask!

If you use Ai I’ll hunt you for sport.

and an extra special thanks to everyone who suggested prompts.

MAIN PROMPT LIST:

Day One - Accidentally Hurting A Friend / “Nothing’s wrong, stop asking!.” / PTSD  

Day Two - Sole Survivor / “Please don’t leave me.” / Trapped Underground 

Day Three - Blackmail / “Don’t make me do this.” / Suicide Attempt

Day four - Stockholm Syndrome / “Stop fighting it.” / Touch Starvation

Day Five - Came Back Wrong / “What have you done to me?” / Body Horror

Day Six - Rescued Too Late / Unable To Speak / Mouth Sewn Shut

Day Seven - Gaslighting / “Why did you lie to me?” / Incest

Day Eight - Chemical Restraint / “It’s for your own good.” / Caretaker Burnout

Day Nine - Excessive Drinking / “You’re going to kill yourself doing this.” / Grief 

Day Ten - Hiding An Injury / “It’s not as bad as it looks.” / Reopened Wound

Day Eleven -  Protecting An Injury / “Look at me. Deep breaths.” / Internal Bleeding

Day Twelve - Whumper Turned Whumpee / “You thought I wouldn’t notice?” / Trauma Reveal

 Day Thirteen - Anger Born Of Worry / “Never do that again.” / Appendicitis 

Day Fourteen - Shared Pain / “This is all your fault!” / Broken Ribs 

Day Fifteen - Forced To Watch / “No one is coming to save you.” / Waterboarding

Day Sixteen - Crying Wolf / “Why won’t you believe me?” / Hallucinations

Day Seventeen - Self-Defense Killing / “Does it ever get easier?” / Adrenaline Crash

Day Eighteen - Fingers in Wound / “Wait, what are you—don’t—!” / Arterial Bleeding

Day Nineteen - Makeshift Weapon  / “Don’t come any closer!” / Backed Into A Corner

Day Twenty - Living Weapon / ‘I know you’re in there somewhere’ Fight /  Head Injury

Day Twenty-One - Sadistic Choice / “Please, I’ll do anything…” / Deathbed Confessions

Day Twenty-Two - Feed A Cold, Starve A Fever / “How long have you felt like this?” / Stress-Induced Illness

Day Twenty-Three - Last-Minute Rescue / “Oh god, that’s a lot of blood.” / Loss Of Extremity

Day Twenty-Four - Hurting To Help / “I swear, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to.” / Bone Malunion 

Day Twenty-Five - Betrayal / Collapsing In The Middle Of A Sentence / Self-Surgery

Day Twenty-Six - Villain Whumpee / “Why are you doing this to me?” / Contrapasso

Day Twenty-Seven - Mental Breakdown  / “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” / Withdrawal

Day Twenty-Eight -Forced Transformation / “This isn’t what I wanted.” /  Dehumanization

Day Twenty-Nine -  Field Medicine / Using Real Name For Impact / Barbed Wire 

Day Thirty - Enemy To Caretaker / “If anyone touches you, I’ll kill them.” / Failed Escape

Day Thirty-One - Time Loop / “I can’t do this anymore!”  / Character Death

MINI CHALLENGE #1 : FIVE DAYS

Day One - Hanahaki Disease 

Day Two - “I don’t remember the last time I saw you smile.”  

Day Three - Overworked

Day Four - Chronic Pain

Day Five - Fever-Induced Delirium 

MINI CHALLENGE #2 : NINE DAYS

Day One - Caught In An Explosion

Day Two - Passing Out From Pain

Day Three - Loss Of Sense(s)

Day Four - Coughing Up Blood

Day Five - “Why won’t you just leave me alone?!”

Day Six - Near Death Experience 

Day Seven - Hurt Caretaker

Day Eight - Medical Emergency

Day Nine - Nerve Damage

[bippity-boppity-whump]

For @whumpay

Day 9 — Excessive Drinking (and grief)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ryland Grace Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Drunk Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace Is Not Graceful, Ryland Grace Has Self-Esteem Issues, Grief/Mourning, No Dialogue, this is just rylands thoughts as he is drunk on Ilyukhina’s vodka Series: Part 9 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Some of Grace’s thoughts whilst he’s drunk.

[bippity-boppity-whump]

For @whumpay

Day 9 — Excessive Drinking (and grief)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ryland Grace Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Drunk Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace Is Not Graceful, Ryland Grace Has Self-Esteem Issues, Grief/Mourning, No Dialogue, this is just rylands thoughts as he is drunk on Ilyukhina’s vodka Series: Part 9 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Some of Grace’s thoughts whilst he’s drunk.

[sing-the-beginning-of-moana]

Title: Blow This Whole Facility

Prompts Filled: @whumpay Day 9: Grief, @thebo3bingo B5: Explosions

Fandom(s): Spies Are Forever

Pairing(s): Owen Carvour/Agent Curt Mega

Rating: T

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst

Word Count: 165

Summary: Curt's grief over losing Owen has made some aspects of his job quite difficult.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84558546

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The Captain’s Penance | Framed in The Shaows Ch. 28

Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Price goes to a bar to deal with the news of Jamie's emotional withdrawal. Ch. 27.

Day 9; @may-lancholy: excessive drinking @whumpay: alt 5; withdrawal

Ao3 or under the cut

Every morning, Ghost sees Price punching a punching bag. Ghost believes he helped Price figure out a better outlet for his stress… That is, until Jamie starts being emotionally withdrawn. Being assured that this is normal even three weeks post-trauma doesn’t ease everyone’s worries. Price’s self-care spirals. The man tells the others that he’s going for a walk. No one believes him. Alejandro, Alex, Farah, Gaz, Layla, Nikolai, Rodolfo, and Soap all look at him. Their gazes tell him to go after Price. They understand he’s unlikely to take extreme measures, but he’ll likely act foolishly again, as he has in the past.

As predicted, Ghost finds Price at the bar the team would often go to. Three weeks earlier, Ghost had found him at the same bar to help him cope with the situation. “Don’t,” Price says the second Ghost sits next to him at the bar. Ghost watches Price drink his whiskey faster than normal. Not even enjoying the drink. Ghost worries the captain is aiming to get drunk. Ghost knows there’s no stopping Price. Maybe a nasty hangover will get him to think twice about making this his coping mechanism. Ghost hopes. The lieutenant is still concerned about the quantity of alcohol Price is consuming. His concern was hidden behind his skull balaclava.

Ghost watches, worried as Price drinks excessively. He’s beginning to question his decision to let Price get drunk. Five drinks in two hours. Ghost worries. He’s definitely drunk, and we’re leaving. Ghost pulls Price up from his seat, ignoring the protesting from the captain. Ghost is embarrassed knowing people are looking. He’s relieved that the two are in civilian clothing. No one will know they’re in an elite military unit.

Price throws up before Ghost can get him into the car. He’s going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow. Ghost thinks as he gets into the car. Price complains about feeling sick during the short drive back to base.

Once back at base, Ghost helps Price to his room. He has to hold on to Price as the drunken captain stumbles with him. The two walk into the room. Ghost has Price sit on his bed. He takes off Price’s boots, hat, and jacket. Price doesn’t argue as Ghost gets the man to lie on the bed. Ghost knows Price is going to hate how he got drunk and his lieutenant had to put him to bed. Ghost hopes this teaches him to not drink excessively again. Once Price is asleep, Ghost leaves the room.

As Ghost walks down the hall, he thinks about Jamie’s emotional withdrawal and how hard this entire situation is on Price. He knows Price struggles with the burden of believing that Jamie was a spy and giving the order for Ghost to torture Jamie. Ghost knows it’s different for Price as the captain of the team compared to how Ghost is dealing with this situation. What a fucking nightmare. Ghost thinks as he continues down the hall to his room.

[staring-at-my-keyboard]

Whumpay day 9: Excessive drinking / "You're going to kill yourself doing this" / Grief

We're going for the triple today- all of these just fit too well together. "Drinking" in this case is laudanum.

This is a sad one fellas.

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Angst

TWs

⇾ addiction

⇾ suicide mention

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As their relationship gradually deepened, Thomas began to become aware of something particularly concerning regarding Atlas. Something that conjured vague memories of days long-passed and made him cold. He did not dare to allow the speculation to solidify within his mind until he could be certain, but there came a point when he had no choice but to be.

Atlas was reliant on laudanum.

Now, it was more common to meet a Londoner who made use of it than who did not, but its purpose was the soothing of temporary maladies or readjusting of sleep. Hell, he used it himself years ago when his circadian rhythm had been decimated by honey use. But Atlas used it daily, usually multiple times, often not even pouring a measured dosage into a spoon and instead taking one- or more often several- swigs from the bottle. While they were still able to maintain their professional relationship with Benthic, and completed commissions on their better days, he could see them slipping. He saw them when they were not trying.

They silently stared into space for far too long and far too often for his comfort. Their ability to feed themself was dwindling. They smiled with nothing behind it. Should they have multiple days of no teaching duties, they would spend the bulk of that time in bed. While he had witnessed their notes, messy and rushed in a way that he imagined reflected their mind while in the throes of inspiration, some days their writing descended into complete illegibility as they struggled to hold their pen.

"Diamond, why do you do this?" He asked gently one evening as they grabbed up a bottle from their bedside drawer.

"Do what?"

Thomas helplessly gestured to the drug in their hand.

They blinked. "Laudanum is London's panacea of choice, no? Or at least it seems to be so in any apothecary."

"Not to the degree that you are using it. Do you not… can you not tell what it is doing to you?"

Their expression twisted somewhat. "It is helping me."

"No, it is not." His voice broke as he settled atop the counterpane next to them. "It… dulls you. In every way. You lose your luster, and… I cannot imagine that you enjoy it."

"You think I do this for enjoyment?" They unstopped it, holding both lid and bottle closer to their chest. Thomas opened his mouth. Closed it. Atlas continued. "I do it because the alternative is far worse."

"The alternative to this?"

"It- it helps me." They repeated. "The ache of the hole he left behind does not hurt as badly. I am less scared. I do not dwell on past horrors. I can sleep."

"Who-"

They raised the little bottle and drank far more of its contents than anyone should in a single instance. Their hands shook more than usual when they replaced the cap and returned it to the drawer. Their face pinched at the taste, before slackening somewhat.

They turned to Thomas, and he got a nauseatingly intimate view of their eyes fading.

"Lay down with me?"

How could he say no?

The pair wound up in their usual position, on their sides with Atlas held to Thomas' front. He was secretly relieved- he no longer had to look at those eyes.

"Darling, this may just kill you." He said after a time. There was no bite in his voice; nothing to suggest chastisement. Just sadness. "You are going to kill yourself doing this."

"I have killed myself. Not on purpose, I've just done things that got me killed, and that I knew could get me killed." They slurred. "Those deaths hurt, and this doesn't."

Thomas had nothing to say to that. There was nothing he could say through what felt like a sharp wound in his chest. He pressed his face to their hair and breathed in, rubbing a thumb up and down where his hand was pressed to their abdomen in a motion he hoped was soothing.

More time. What felt like hours but was likely a meager handful of minutes. Not sure if Atlas was even conscious anymore, he spoke again, much quieter:

"Whom were you talking about? Who left a hole in you?"

Silence. They were asleep, then. He had just closed his eyes when a hand came to lace scarred fingers through his own, holding it in place against them.

"One day I may tell you about my brother." Atlas' form curled slightly, as if they retreated into themself. Or perhaps were protecting a pain within their ribs. "That day isn't today."

"…Alright."

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Things got to the point of Atlas' opioid tolerance getting crazy high.

I would say that they were the worst they've ever been while in the depths of their laudanum addiction but honestly they were far worse just after Nemesis.

[staring-at-my-keyboard]

Whumpay day 8: Caretaker burnout

Thomas is working on the whole "relationships are reciprocal" thing.

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Mild Angst

TWs

⇾ none!

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Thomas was tired.

There used to be a time when she would completely hide this from Atlas- and it was still a habit, although now she made less of an effort. With all they had endured, there was no place for her fatigue, she would think.

Knowing the reason for it only caused her to feel worse. Compounding bad nights where Atlas sobbed in her arms for hours; days when lingering damage flared so severely that they could scarcely move; especially terrible evenings where she had to hold their hands and promise laudanum would never be a solution to their problems. How could she, when faced with all that, announce that because of it she was feeling a little down?

Now, she was not immune to her own dips in condition. There had been, and likely would be, times when her insomnia reached such a state that she scarcely slept for days and restless exhaustion plagued every minute. Sometimes fear of her parents making their return gripped her heart with such suffocating strength that she could do little more than sit, paralyzed, and hope endlessly that never came to pass. At least until Atlas pulled her out of it with a book and a bottle of something aged.

Yet the majority of the time she was able to push through it, and she did. She was aware enough to recognize it was to her own detriment, but placed Atlas too far above herself to care. She knew that if she told them as much, they would protest until they ran out of breath. She knew some part of them suspected it anyway, making its presence known when they waved her off to class while being unable to walk or insisting on keeping her company into the early morning hours until they couldn't anymore. She knew that if she told them how tired she truly was they would make every accommodation.

Maybe one day.

But now her mind felt like a filament stretched impossibly thin. Worries would crop up in her mind only to fade before she could even properly register them. She was close to altering her schedule to omit morning classes entirely, and began to empathize with Atlas' days of needing an excess of motivation to rise from bed despite not experiencing any flare-ups. And she continued to keep it to herself.

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This one was difficult in a weird way- I knew what I wanted to write, but figuring out the how was something to chew on. Still not sure how satisfied I am beyond enough to post. Thomas my beloved.

[lostartnerd]

The Man She Fell For (Shanks x Reader)

Summary: After Shanks loses an arm saving Luffy, he struggles to be the man he thinks you fell for.

Warnings: none..? let me know if there should be

Author’s Note: Day 23 prompts for Whumpay! Loss of extremity. Pumping out one shots cause i need my mojo to come back for the sake of my really long sanji series. First time writing Shanks, kinda nervous

Masterlist here!

Word Count: 1.2k

Likes and comments are much appreciated! Do not repost anywhere! Works will be posted from my ao3 account soon.

“Get lost.” Despite the sea beast re-submerging, Shanks still feels the fear he felt upon seeing it. He turns around, pulling Luffy into his chest and soothing the boy’s nerves. 

“Shanks, your arm!?” The man becomes quickly aware of the limb no longer hanging at his side and suppresses the pain, the agony, the- “It’s my fault!!” His attention moves back to the boy. 

“It’s okay. It’s just an arm. I’m just glad you’re okay.” His lips press to the boy’s head and he tightens his grip as he pushes away the pain. How are earth are you going to react? 

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Upon returning to Windmill Village, Shanks hands Luffy over to Makino and quickly retreats to the Red Force. He does not want to see you right now. He’s quick to make his crew fix him up without alerting anyone in the village. He knows you’re out buying supplies and won’t be back for a while. 

Little does Shanks know, you were done shopping and in Partys Bar when Makino ran out and took Luffy from him. After listening to Luffy cry about Shanks losing an arm, you stomp back to the ship. Why on earth did he not come to you? 

The door to your shared cabin slams open. Both Shanks and Hongo’s eyes find your own and the latter quickly finishes the last bandage and all but runs from the room. Not leaving without a quick ‘good luck’ to his captain. 

Shanks’ eyes are wide and terror lines his features as he watches you walk over and sit next to him on the bed. 

As careful as you can, you place your hand on his left shoulder, careful to be above the bandages and off the wound. “Love? What happened? Why didn’t you come find me when you came back?” The sweetness in your voice calms the captain’s nerves and he starts to melt. 

Shanks breaks down before he can respond, sobbing as you pull him in and tuck his head into the crook of your neck. “I-it was going to att-attack Luffy. I had to-” He speaks between sobs and you run one hand along his spine, the other holding the back of his head. 

“Shhh baby it’s okay. You’re both okay, I promise.” You allow the room to fall into silence, the sobs erupting from Shanks’ body being the only noise. Keeping your hand running along his back, you sit with him in your arms until the sobs slow to hiccups and his breathing starts to level out. 

Before you can move his head so you can look into his eyes, Shanks is already talking. “I’m so sorry, sweets. I’m so sorry I can’t be the man you deserve. I’m sorry I can’t be the man you fell for. I-” You shut him up with your lips pressed to his. Andddd with what should’ve been a heated kiss - the two of you are known for those - the tears start again and he pulls back. “I can’t even hold you anymore..” You try not to watch the now stub of his left arm reach out for you. 

“Shanks, my love, look at me.” Your hands find his face and force him to look at you. “I have never loved you because you came with all four limbs. I have always loved you and will always love you because you’re funny and playful and brave.” With each new reason, your lips find a new spot on his face to lay a careful kiss. “And you care so much about your friends.” Your lips meet his and this time, he sweetly kisses you back, afraid you’ll break if he’s not careful. His hand finds the back of your neck and holds you there. 

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The Red Force prepares to leave Windmill Village, and you watch Shanks say goodbye to Luffy, giving the boy his hat and a promise to meet him again in the future. 

Shanks comes aboard and you run up to him, dropping whatever you were loading up. “Let’s go to the Grand Line, baby!” Throwing yourself onto him, you feel one arm wrap low around your body and then feel Shanks sink into himself. Your arms drop and you grab his face. “Shanks. What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited?” 

He nods in your hands, tears starting to line the bottom of his eyes. “I’m very excited. I just wish I could still pick you up when I am.” You frown, confusion lining your features as you pull him to stand up straight. 

“Who said you can’t pick me up anymore?” It’s Shanks’ turn to have confusion lining his features as your arms wrap around his neck and you jump up, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. His arm snaps up, tightly holding your back as his eyes widen. “Looks like you’re holding me just fine, pretty boy.” You tip your head back so you can look at him. The tears slip out as Shanks looks down at your torso then up to your face. Your lips meet his in a soft kiss before he can say anything. 

Pulling back, he speaks. “I don’t deserve you, beautiful.” His forehead lands on your shoulder and you move a hand into his hair. 

“You deserve everything you’ve always had, Shanks. You’re not any less of a man now. You’re still the man I fell for. Let me take care of you the way you’ve always taken care of me.” He nods against your shoulder and you drop your head against his. 

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The progress is slow as Shanks readjusts to his new life. He’s figuring out how to captain the ship, fight in battles, be the friend his crewmates all know, and be the boyfriend you’ve always loved with one less arm. 

His crew supports him when he needs help, but you are at his side all hours of the day. He leans on you more than he’d like to and requires your support in ways that make him guilty for not being able to support you back. 

Shanks still cries most days, out of sadness for not being the man he was, out of frustration for not being able to do simple things, and often out of anger when the day ends in his shared cabin with you, not able to hold you the way he wants to. 

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Everything seems to change for Shanks the day the Red Force sails into the Grand Line. Everyone’s excited. The booze is coming out, the music is playing, the Red Hair Pirates are having a party. And you run out of your cabin to find him on deck. 

Arms wide as you get close to him, you jump up and he catches you without fail, already holding you close when you wrap yourself around his body. “We did it, Shanks! We made it to the New World!”  The tears slip from his eyes, wetting the fabric on your shoulder. He can’t believe they made it. But, better yet, he can’t believe he caught you. He can hold you. Nothing can stop him now.

Taglist: @elliescrolls, @michaelschoker

[fbi-angel-in-a-trenchcoat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ryland Grace & Rocky Characters: Ryland Grace, Rocky (Project Hail Mary), The Hail Mary Computer | Mary (Project Hail Mary), The NannyBot | Armando (Project Hail Mary) Additional Tags: POV Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Whumpay 2026, Whumpay Challenge, Ryland Grace Whump, Ryland Grace Has a Bad Time, Crying Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace is Non-Consensually Sent to Outer Space, Ryland Grace and Rocky are Platonic Soulmates, chemical restraints, Worried Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Rocky Loves Ryland Grace, Non-Consensual Sedation, Journey to Erid (Project Hail Mary), Whump, area 51 references, Coltland twins reference if you squint REALLY hard, The Fall Guy passing mention, Paranoia, Rocky Whump Series: Part 8 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Whumpay 2026 Day 8: Chemical Restraint / “it’s for your own good” / side helping of caretaker burnout

Rocky watches his beloved space blob succumb to insanity as the journey to Erid nears its end and is forced to make an impossible decision.

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The Weight of the Watch | Framed in The Shadows Ch. 27

Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Soap has a panic attack worried about the situation. Ch. 26.

Day 8; @may-lancholy: caretaker burnout @whumpay: panic attack

Ao3 or under the cut

Jamie continues to struggle with nightmares and being afraid to sleep. Alejandro, Alex, Farah, Gaz, Ghost, Layla, Nikolai, Price, Rodolfo, and Soap worry about this serious setback. Soap has been the one struggling to get Jamie to sleep. The Scotsman remains resolute in his desire to be the one to get Jamie to sleep. Believing that alternating who puts Jamie to bed every night doesn’t help Jamie is a point no one disputes. Everyone takes this as Soap’s way to say he wants to care for Jamie rather than Nikolai, since the Russian has been the one who stayed in Jamie’s room overnight for a week.

Soap can feel watching Jamie be terrified to sleep, and wake up after a few hours, terrified from a nightmare is taking a toll on him. He prefers to keep it from the others. Not because of shame about his plan not working. He still believes he’s right and doesn’t want Jamie to deal with someone new caring for her every night, even if it’s her friends.How come trauma recovery isn’t a one-size-fits-all process? Soap sighs. I know Layla’s recovery wasn’t easy, and she’s still dealing with issues, but her nightmares didn’t result in fear of sleeping.He glances at Jamie, asleep for now. Soap knows he should tell the others, but he doesn’t want to add to their concerns. If Jamie doesn’t appear tired, he can keep this from the others. Soap’s mind drifts back to the fear that Jamie can’t recover from her trauma, he feels anxious. He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Soap sits on the floor, back against the wall. His mind plays scenarios. All are different versions of Jamie’s time in Task Force 141 ending because of her trauma. Soap finds it hard to accept that Price would never end the current agreement. Soap’s anxiety turns into panic. “Johnny!” Soap doesn’t hear Ghost’s voice. Nor does he notice Ghost kneeling in front of him with hands on his shoulders. The man knows Soap is having a panic attack. Ghost suspects he knows the cause. He knows he needs to calm Soap before he can figure out if he’s right. “Johnny, you’re ok. Follow my breathing." Ghost inhales through his nose, holds for five seconds, and exhales through his mouth. Soap struggles to follow Ghost at first, but soon his breathing matches Ghost’s. Ghost sighs, relieved once Soap is calm and willing to tell him what caused the panic attack. His relief fades as Soap tells him the cause.

Soap realizes Ghost would inform Price about last night. He knew he’d be called into Price’s office. Price sits behind the desk. Soap sits on the chair before the desk. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Everyone is worried, as it is.” “That’s a weak excuse, and you know it! Everyone wants to help Jamie recover. Everyone also knows the toll this situation has on their own mental health on all of us. We need to take turns supporting Jamie in order to keep our own mental health in check. I said nothing about your proposal to be the sole caretaker for Jamie because I thought you’d know to tell someone you need a break.” Soap remains silent. He knows Price is right. Price tells him he’s arranging a meeting with everyone else later today and dismisses Soap. The Scotsman leaves the room, knowing he screwed up, but he thought he did that what’s best for Jamie as she recovers from trauma. Price watches Soap leave. He worries about the man’s mental health. Price still struggles with the knowledge that this situation is his and Ghost’s fault. He worries about the toll this is taking on everyone, but he knows everyone refuses to give up on Jamie. Even if it feels like they’re waiting for a miracle. Everyone knows they can’t compare Jamie’s recovery to Layla’s, even if it gives them hope Jamie will recover from her trauma.

[fbi-angel-in-a-trenchcoat]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ryland Grace & Eva Stratt Characters: Ryland Grace, Eva Stratt Additional Tags: Ryland Grace Needs a Hug, POV Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace Has a Bad Time, Ryland Grace Whump, Whump, Whumpay 2026, Whumpay Challenge, no beta we die like the rest of the crew, Eva Stratt is the Switch Operator in the Trolley Problem, Canon - Book, Ryland Grace loves the Earth, Crying Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace is Non-Consensually Sent to Outer Space, Ryland Grace is Down Bad, Baikonur Cosmodrome (Project Hail Mary), Handcuffs, But really not like THAT Series: Part 7 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Whumpay 2026 Day 7: “Why did you lie to me?”

Book canon compliant rather than movie. Stratt visits Grace on the second day he is held in the cell at Baikonur, and Grace gets to touch the Earth one last time on his own terms. You might think that might help make this whole sequence easier? It does not.

[staring-at-my-keyboard]

Whumpay day 7: [alternate prompt] Chronic pain

I honestly wasn't sure what to do with the main prompt for today, so I decided to switch things up!

You don't have as many scars as Atlas does without something that lingers.

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Mild Angst

TWs

⇾ past injury

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Atlas' scars hurt.

This was not an uncommon occurrence. In fact, anytime they went a full day without at least one of their many past injuries twinging or burning in some way, they marked the occasion.

By far, the worst scar was on their back. It was a large, jagged, ugly thing that spanned from the tip of their left scapula to just above their waist. It and their spine often ached in tandem with the memory of their worst fall from Feducci's Painted Ring, having landed on a gargoyle wing before tumbling the rest of the way. The pain was indescribable, and even before going to the Boatman they had lost all their senses save for the screaming rip across their back. Or perhaps they had been the one screaming.

That was years ago, and now it smarted as Atlas recalled sharp stone.

As if to conspire against them, it was never a singular scar that acted up at any given time; their hands protested overuse, and the more recent stab wound in their leg never failed to make it clear that it had healed wrong. While most scars stung or throbbed, that particular one caused a deep ache that shot darts of pain up to their knee should they place too much weight on its foot. And since their current day was one of their worse ones, it ached whether or not they were walking, or even upright.

Thomas had already left for classes by the time they woke, their lateness a rarity, but were she present she would have remarked upon how terrible Atlas must have felt for having chosen to not only remain in bed long after waking, but to forego a day's work entirely: they had written off any hope of commissions or monograph progress the moment their leg's gnawing made itself known. The moment they shifted and felt small bolts of fire skittering across their back.

They carefully laid back down with a long exhale, not even daring to make the movement to prop up their leg until they were fully awake and prepared. Deep breaths became a doze- a usual occurrence when they found themself unoccupied- and when next they woke they forced themself into a sitting position with only the smallest of sounds. Internally lamenting their jar of scar ointment being empty and not having been well enough to make more, they grabbed up their cane. Its jewels glinting in the room's light, as they had not been able to sleep in the dark for years now, they allowed themself to admire it before sliding from the bed into their slippers, sure to lean entirely on their uninjured leg.

They despised being bedbound.

Keeping their back as rigid and unmoving as possible, and exercising constant caution over how they shifted their weight, they managed the journey to the main room. Every flare of pain beckoned accompanying memories, and every brief tug on one of their locs brought them back, redirecting his attention elsewhere.

A cylinder in the phonograph. Half a mug of tea, for that was all with which they trusted their trembling hands. Breakfast was far too daunting a task, so instead they settled into their overstuffed chair before the hot coals that were the remnants of a fire. While the music- a classical piano piece- did well to give their mind something to follow, they hoped their hands would grow steady enough for them to read.

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I may or may not be projecting onto them. Just a little bit. A smidge.

Officially caught up with Whumpay now, YAYY

[princetore]

Quiet on set

Rated M | Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con | Drugging

Angel would keep his grip over the kid's mouth until he was sure the pills had dissolved.

Or; Angel does the job.

Whumpay – Day 8: Chemical restraint.

@whumpay

[sing-the-beginning-of-moana]

Title: You Can Trust

Prompts Filled: @whumpay Day 7: Gaslighting, @anyfandomdarkbingo N4: Drinking Buddies

Fandom(s): Gravity Falls

Pairing(s): Bill Cipher/Ford Pines

Rating: M

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Abusive Relationships, Gaslighting

Additional Tags: Pre-Portal Incident (Gravity Falls), Angst, Morning After, Memory Loss

Word Count: 992

Summary: Ford doesn't remember what happened on his birthday. Good thing Bill would never lie to him!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84425916

[bippity-boppity-whump]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @whumpay

Day 7 — Overworked

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carl & Ryland Grace Characters: Carl (Project Hail Mary 2026), Ryland Grace Additional Tags: Ryland Grace Is Not Graceful, Ryland Grace Has a Bad Time, Tired Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace does not take care of himself, Overworked Ryland Grace, the fate of the world is on his shoulders okay, pre-Ryland getting launched into space, Carl cares about Grace, Even when Grace forgets to care about himself, Collapsing Series: Part 7 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Grace didn’t have time for trivial things like eating or drinking. Not with the fate of the planet in his hands.

[autobot2001]

Under the Radar

Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: A mission results in Jamie getting a minor injury. price thinks she was trying to hide it from him.

Day 7; @may-lancholy: "Why did you lie to me?" @whumpay: stitches

Ao3 or under the cut

Price deemed this mission simple enough to forgo taking his whole team. He selects Jamie to go with him. As Price thought, Soap couldn’t resist joking about the mission being an undercover mission and assumes Price and Jamie have to act like a couple. “Shut up, Soap!” Price scolds. “This is a simple recon mission. Her powers will be useful.” “Why not send her alone?” Ghost asks. Soap smirks, while Gaz is also curious. “I could, but I’m not. Even with her powers, I’d rather she not go alone.” Price looks at Soap still smirking. “Use your brain! Yes, she has healing abilities, but she can’t heal all injuries.” Soap’s smirk fades. He knows how serious it is if Jamie sustains serious injuries while alone and can’t heal herself. He stops the teasing. Jamie and Price get ready for the mission.

Jamie and Price are on Nikolai’s helicopter to the location within ten minutes. Nikolai, unlike the others, doesn’t question why Price doesn’t send Jamie alone. He knows Price has logic behind his decisions. Jamie and Price talk about a plan during the flight.

Nikolai lands in an area an hour from Jamie and Price’s target. He’ll wait for them to return. “Good luck,” He says before the two head to their destination. “I expect this to be a swift operation. Done in an hour tops,” Price says. “You know that’s foolish to think.” “Ok, you have a point. Missions have a tendency to go south. Despite only us being here, I feel this won’t pose a difficulty.”

When the two reach their location, they are careful to stay in the shadows. Walking in alleyways until they reach their targeted building. The duo climbs the fire escape ladder up to an open window on the top floor.

Save for a few boxes, the room stands empty. The boxes could be nothing, but Price searches them while Jamie watches for threats using her ability to detect presences. The boxes turn out to be empty. The pair must continue their search further inside the building. Price places a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, and the two vanish. Jamie opens the door gradually. She looks around. With the hallway clear, they exit. Price has to match his pace with Jamie’s and keep his hand on her shoulder otherwise he becomes visible again.

They face the challenge of opening doors to check rooms without detection. Their invisibility offers slight ease, though risk persists. The first three rooms they check are clear of occupants and anything worth searching.

Jamie opens the fourth room’s door; it’s an office. They both believe this room holds what they seek. The pair searches while remaining near each other in case Jamie needs to conceal them both. Fearing detection, they would glance over documents, pocketing any that seemed to contain what they sought. “Oh, shit, Price —” “What are you doing here?” A man with a deep voice asks. Price isn’t able to grab Jamie’s shoulder so she can teleport the duo away before the man runs towards them. The man has his sights set on Jamie, believing she’s weak. Price watches the two engage in a brief fight before helping her. The two knock out the man. Price orders Jamie to teleport the two far from the hideout. “Are you hurt?” Price asks once the duo appears in the woods “No.”

After a short walk through the woods, Jamie and Price reach Nikolai’s helicopter. During the flight, Jamie feels throbbing pain in her arm. While Price isn’t looking, she rolls up her sleeve and sees she has a bleeding cut. She pulls down her sleeve before Price notices.

As Jamie, Nikolai, and Price disembark from the helicopter, Price notices the darker spot on Jamie’s sleeve. Price grabs her wrist and leads her to his office. Nikolai watches, wondering what is going on.

Once inside Price’s office and the door closed, Price rolls up Jamie’s sleeve. “Why did you lie to me?” “I didn’t. I didn’t know that asshole got me.” Price sighs, annoyed. He grabs her wrist again to make her follow. Price takes Jamie to the medbay.

A medic tells the two that Jamie needs stitches. Jamie doesn’t argue that she can heal the injury. Jamie doesn’t dare now that Price is mad. Once the medic stitches the wound, Jamie and Price leave the medbay. Price is still mad at Jamie, but he doesn’t scold her further. There’s no point if Jamie didn’t know the enemy cut her during the altercation.

[fbi-angel-in-a-trenchcoat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ryland Grace & Eva Stratt Characters: Ryland Grace, Eva Stratt, Martin DuBois (Project Hail Mary), Annie Shapiro (Project Hail Mary) Additional Tags: Stratt’s Vat (Project Hail Mary), Ryland Grace Needs a Hug, Autistic Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace Has a Bad Time, Badass Eva Stratt, Girlboss Eva Stratt, Ryland Grace’s “Staggering Waste of Carbon” UNESCO Conference Incident, Autism, Eva Stratt is a good friend, except when she’s betraying you and forcing you into space, Tired Ryland Grace, no beta we die like the rest of the crew, Whump, Whumpay 2026, Whumpay Challenge, more book compliant that movie but works for both, blink and you miss it Depeche Mode reference Series: Part 6 of Whumpay 2026 Summary:

Whumpay 2026 Day 6: Unable to Speak

Already at the end of his rope, Grace is confronted by someone determined to make his life a misery.

AKA Eva Stratt will defend her little scientist to the end of his days on earth (even if those days are coming to an end much quicker than he realises).