#dislocated shoulder

[jasmines-library]

Oh, Baby.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 21. Prompt: Vehicular accident.

Fandom: supernatural.

Summary: on the way back from a hunt, an out of control car veers into yours sending it hurtling off of the path and into a tree, leaving you trapped. Too far from the hospital, the Winchesters are left with the task of getting your body from the car as they wait for Cas to arrive.

Warnings: car crash, dislocated shoulder, broken bones/ribs, blood.

Word count: 1.4K

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Dean was driving too fast. His foot was pressed all the way down on the pedal as he let the impala fly down the road. He was drumming along to the rhythm of the music as you and Sam sang. The hunt had been successful and spirits were high. The three of you were looking forward to a hot shower and a warm bed, because the night was cold and an eerie chill hung in the air.

The October chill had cast a fog over the road, which obscured everything further than a few metres ahead, but Baby was nearing Kansas and Dean knew the roads well, so he wasn’t too fussed by the narrow roads.

But what happened next came out of nowhere. Another passing car had skidded off of the road and veered into your lane. It smashed into the left passenger side of Baby, sending her sliding off the path. Your side of the car took the brunt of the impact as it collided with a tree. The motion sent your body sliding roughly into the door with a force that was sure to leave bruises. The glass spiderwebbed and then shattered, raining down hundreds and thousands of tiny glass flakes over your head.

Dean groaned when the car stilled, sitting up abruptly. His chest felt tight where the seat belt had flattened against his ribs, so he fumbled to unclip his seatbelt. As he twisted he caught sight of his brother whose head hung low against his chest. There was glass in his hair and a small cut on his temple.

“Sam.” Dean reached over to shake his brother. “Sammy.”

Sam sat up abruptly but immediately regretted the pull in his side. “What..?”

“Are you ok?” Dean took in the caved in metal, pissed that he would have to rebuild it again.

“Fine.” Sam brushed the glass from his hair as he too surveyed the damage. But his eyes widened and he gripped his brother's arm when he suddenly remembered you in the backseat. “Y/n.”

The two of them manoeuvred their bodies in the small space so that they could face you. Some of the roof had caved in, which made it hard to see, but they managed to make out your unconscious body in the darkness. It was crumpled against the doorframe. Your head rested on the window ledge, hair matted with blood from where it had collided with the frame and scraped against the shards of glass. Your arm hung at a concerning angle, and they were almost 100% sure your shoulder was dislocated, but they couldn’t tell from this angle.

Dean reached over the seat, straining his body but you were too far away for him to reach you, so he tried to call your name. You didn’t move.

Dean cursed and pushed hard on his doors to open it. “See if you can get her door open.”

Sam forced the door open and clambered out of the car as his brother made his way round the crushed bonnet. Half of your door was completely obscured by the tree that had made the car stop spiralling out of control, making it impossible to open the door.

Dean rammed his fist into the side of the car in a fit of rage.

“Fuck! Sam help me move the car.”

The Winchesters shuffled round to the back of the car and began to haul the car away from the tree. It took a great amount of effort and their boots leaving dents in the frosty ground of them to move the impala, but when it finally inched far enough away from the tree and your door was visible, they breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately took it back when they tugged in the misshaped handle and the door didn’t budge.

Then Dean tried to rouse you again, reaching through the window and rousing your body. You whined as all of the pain flooded in at once.

“Sweetheart?”

You twisted your head to glance up at him through droopy eyes. “Dean?”

“It’s us.”

You whimpered as you tried to shift, pinned down by your seatbelt. “Hurts.”

“We know sweetheart. We’re gonna get you out of there. Just hold on for us okay?”

You nodded, but made no noise.

Sam tried the handle again but it was stuck down firmly as if someone had welded the pieces together and then encased them in a layer of concrete just to make sure that they were secure.

He then considered the window. They could pull you out from it but that would run the risk of injuring you further, especially with the shards of glass jutting out from the bottom. It was far from Sam’s first choice, but at the moment it was looking like their only option.

“Give me your jacket.” He reached out a hand to his brother.

“What?” Without his jacket the cold air would bite at Dean’s skin. Sam knew this, but Dean’s jacket was thicker than his and would provide you more protection when they moved you.

“Just give it to me.”

Dean shrugged it off after pocketing his phone and placed it in his brother's hands who then laid it across the bottom of the window and leaned forwards to talk to you.

“Okay Kid I need you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Can you do that for me?”

You fumbled blindly for the buckle, wincing at the tug on your arm and ribs, both of which were already forming dark bruises and were more likely than not broken in some places. You relaxed as the pressure lessened, but without the fabric keeping you in place, your body slumped forwards.

Sam hooked his arm under your shoulders ready to guide you out of the window. “This is gonna hurt sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

When Sam tugged upwards you screamed. Every inch of your body burned as he slid you out of the window. The strain on your shoulder was immense, and the brothers were now certain that it was dislocated.

“Stop.” You begged. “Please.”

Sam’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I can’t.”

He pulled you out the last stretch of the window without adding too many cuts to your fragile body, only a few nicks here or there. Dean helped ease you down onto the ground.

“Cas is on his way.” He told his brother, who gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment because his full attention was on you. It was too far to get to the hospital in time.

“We have to pop it back in.” Dean told him, gesturing to your shoulder. “If we leave it like that it’s going to get worse.”

Sam bit his lip. “I know.”

“Please… it hurts” you whimpered. “No more. Please.”

“Just a little bit more and then it’ll stop. I promise.” Sam told you, bracing his hands on your shoulders as Dean leaned you against his chest. You cried into his chest, clinging onto his shirt to hide from the cold.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

“On three.” Sam said. “One. Two-“

He rolled the joint, forcing it back into place before you had time to brace yourself. You cried out sharply, nursing your arm as tears flooded your cheeks.

Shakily he removed his hands.

“All done, y/n. All done.”

Dean rubbed your back gently and cast a worried gaze at his brother who towered above the two of you.

It was fateful waiting for the flutter of wings. Dean held you close to his chest as you shivered. Whether it was from the pain or the cold he didn’t know, but they had to keep forcing you awake when your eyes drifted shut. As Dean held you, Sam made work of trying to salvage anything from the car. He had found a blanket wedged in the backseat and draped it over your shoulders.

At last, Cas finally appeared.

“I am sorry.” He rattled out. “I came as soon as I could.”

“Can you help her?” Sam asked.

He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your forehead from where a blinding light was emitted and then a wave of calm washed over you, soothing all your aches and pains before you fell asleep against Dean’s chest.

“She should be fine now.” Cas instructed “she just needs to rest.”

“Thank you.” Dean pulled your sleeping form and smiled gently into your hair, glad to still have you by his side for a while longer.

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<- DAY 21 ⛤ DAY 23 ->

Taglist:

@senjoritanana

@deans-spinster-witch

@amaryllis23

#whumptober #whumptober 23 #whumptober2023 #no.22 #vehicular accident #car crash #supernatural #supernatural x reader #Dean Winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x injured reader #sam winchester x injured reader #spn fanfic #spn x reader #Castiel x reader #blood #broken bones #broken ribs #dislocation #dislocated shoulder #Angel healing

[tblsomedoodles]

Why are you here? Comic

They're dumbasses, your honor. Like, at this moment, neither of them actually believe they're sibling. (Mikey and Leo are dead set on it but these two are skeptical.) Yet they spend two minutes alone and devolve into sibling bickering. something i had not planned on when i went to make this comic. They did this on their own lol!

Bonus Traximus Reaction to finding his ward bickering like a child with one of the newbies

Honestly, it's actually a pretty important moment for both Rafa and Traximus. Rafa because that's that's the moment they realize Donny has like no self preservation instinct, so if he won't protect himself, Rafa will, while he's around to do it at least. It's important for Traximus b/c for the first time in years, he's seeing his ward acting like a child and he pretty much decides right then and there that 1) They're definitely siblings, and 2) if these 3 strangers actually manage to escape this place, he is making Rafa go with them.

Anyways, here's my little experiment with limited color pallets. I'm not sure i'll do this again b/c it was kinda annoying to figure out the colors first (especially since i knew i wanted both variations of red and purple but couldn't find a good pallet for that. Thus i ended up with this one.)

ps. Donny's shoulder is a reoccurring problem at this point b/c he won't let it rest long enough to heal properly. The injury first happened during "shredder strikes back" events and since Donny decided to start his training pretty much immediately upon getting to the farm house, it hasn't had the rest it needs to properly recover. theoretically, it should be healed by now, but he keeps pushing himself and re-injuring it, a fact he's been hiding as much as he possibly can.

#tmnt #tmnt 03 #ninja club au #my doodles #03 raph #03 donatello #dislocated shoulder #reoccurring injury #me chanting ''they're just so dumb. how are they this dumb'' the entire time i was drawing the last page #Traximus bringing Rafa and Donny food #''What the hell did i just walk into?'' #Traximus ends up fixing Donny's arm #and his brothers are none the wiser #until they get back to Earth and Rafa straight up tattles to them #i kinda like the backgrounds with that brush tho #i didn't bother with sketching them or anything #and it looks pretty cool

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Leverage: Redemption 1x13 The Hurricane Job

#leverage redemption #eliot spencer #christian kane #whump #dislocated shoulder #pain #cared for

[friendlylocalwhumper]

This new conditioner is nice. It smells like cotton and perfume. Curls splay loose and fuzzy across his shoulders, soft from the warmth of being pressed to the pillow for the whole nap.

A hand skims across the ridges of his back. Only Emory’s familiar fingertips get to trace the thick ridges and valleys of layered scars there. When a brush across the longest, widest scar elicits a shudder and a whine of complaint, Emory scratches there. Long gentle swipes of short nails scratch at the deep uncomfortable itch until Lux finally melts again.

“Come here, Curls.” Lux shifts his hips back and hums happily when he’s swept closer to curl against his boyfriend, a bunched up blanket between them.

They’re close, warm, safe. Been safe for a long time.

Lux stretches, arms flying wide and back arching. A long groan is wrung from his throat and his eyes squeeze shut, sleepy tension melting away. Emory’s hand slipping under his upper arm to wrap around his shoulder doesn’t startle him at all. Diligent fingers press at knotted muscles and Lux whines, ending his stretch and falling still to allow the painful massage. It always feels so much better after the - after it stops -

It’s too painful. Eyes screwing shut tighter, fingers flexing sharply, Lux hisses out a sharp breath and waits for Emory to notice his reaction. He’ll stop instantly.

Knuckles dig in harder against joints that were permanently damaged years ago. Lux finally lets out a whine and twists uncomfortably, blinking his eyes open and twisting his head to see his boyfriend.

“Em? It, it, I don’t, it’s a little…”

Beautiful dark eyes glint at him. “A little…?”

He’s not understanding, somehow. Lux licks his lips and tries to find the words to explain kindly, to spare Emory the sharp heartache of causing him pain. “A li-ittle, um, it, doesn’t f-feel right, not your fault, I, I think it’s, mmh, muscles locked up, bad…”

Usually a single stutter is enough to make Emory hesitate and offer to back away. It’s not working now, though. Lux must - he must be doing it wrong somehow. Not communicating right. He should be clearer. Emory will be glad that he asked for what he needed.

“Em, um, I need, I need, I n-need, hnn!” Blue eyes fly wide and his back arches once more as fire erupts in his shoulder. It’s not - it can’t be happening. Emory’s fingers tighten their grip around the freshly popped joint, and Lux’s throat squeezes out a mewling sound before he can even understand that he’s being hurt.

“You need…?” Guides Emory in a warm, loving tone. Lux’s bare feet kick the blankets away and scramble across the bed as he tries to escape the unbearable grip on his shoulder which is creaking under Emory’s slowly flexing hands.

“I n-need, I, I, need, please!” This can’t be happening, but it is, somehow. A nightmare, maybe. Or mind magic, or - please, it must be a hallucination or trick, not his real boyfriend really mind controlled. And not… not Emory just… wanting to hurt him. Skin a sickly pale shade and fingers clawing into the mattress, Lux digs the back of his head into Emory’s chest and keens desperately.

The pop of the ball of his shoulder leaving its socket must be something he imagines as that new agony is ignited. There’s no way he could hear that, not with the blood rushing in his ears the way it is. But he imagines the sickening sound anyway. Only when he hears the soft dry sobs of his scream dying out, does he realize that he was screaming at all.

“Does that hurt, honey?” Comes the tender voice of the man he loves so much, right at the shell of his ear. Lux isn’t pinned, isn’t chained, there’s no gun or magic to his head. Still, the grip that shifts to wrap around his elbow keeps him in place with the imagined threat of this getting much, much worse somehow.

“Please…” Restless but not daring to struggle, Lux tries to swallow the sobs that threaten to catch in his throat and suffocate him. “I want… nnh, normal Emory. Safe. Don’t, I, I…” A self-interrupting sob-breath jolts his chest. “I want to wake up.”

The crunch of his elbow being snapped with sheer strength sends him arching up so sharply that Lux knocks his head back against Emory’s chin. It’s just enough to stun the hands off of his broken arm, and the warlock finally struggles, crawling with the awkward desperation of a mouse that’s finally wriggled free from a trap.

“Not so fast, baby,” Chides Emory, coolly using one of the petnames that send a chill of disgust racing up Lux’s spine. He crashes to the floor and throws himself to the bedroom door, tossing up fear-weakened magic to block the doorway behind him and lock the door shut.

There is not banging on the wood, no yelling. It’s eerily silent in there as Lux stumbles out of the house, muffling heartbroken weeping behind a sweaty palm.

#whump #drabble #angst #mind control #lux #emory #mine #broken bones #dislocated shoulder #betrayal #begging #crying #inspired by a comment that whumpr made to me today #thank you baby for the cruel idea

[aceofwhump]

Murdoch Mysteries 7x09 "Midnight Train to Kingston"

#whumpedit #whump #murdoch mysteries #7x09 #william murdoch #yannick bisson #my gifs #mod post #injured #blood #cuts #dislocation #dislocated shoulder #field medicine #bandages #pain #period drama

[onyxedskies]

the things i've looked up in rapid succession of one another has probably gotten me on a watch list

#moth don't look #tabs i have open include: #parts of a hammer #list of methods of torture #dislocated shoulder #how long does it take for an impalement wound to scab over #onyx writes #writeblr #writing

[random-fandom-whump]

Supernatural S04E09 ↳ RFW's Favorite Supernatural Whump Moments

#supernatural #whumpedit #dean winchester #sam winchester #stitches #field care #gore tw #blood #dislocated shoulder #popping joints back into place #alochol as a disinfectant #pain #spitting blood #ep: i know what you did last summer #spn 4x09 #spn #favorite spn moments

[sasuga-whump]

The Uncanny Counter 2: episode two

Wong relocates his shoulder

There's just something about villain whumpees 🫡

#new blorbo acquired #villain whumpee #self treatment #self medicating #screaming in pain #dislocated shoulder #broken bones #defiant whumpee #scared whumpee #supernatural whump #self healing #whump #asian whump #whump blog #whump community #magical whump #whump clip #the uncanny counter #korean whump #korean drama #kdrama whump #bruises #bloody face #whimpering #screaming #crying out #heavy breathing

[ladtheove]

Maybe he's getting a little old for this constant fighting

Today I'm absolutely beat, cannot do anything better

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #dislocated shoulder #batman #digital sketch #jason todd #red hood dc #red hood

[whumpacabra]

6. Clean

Angst, anticipated violence, cold temperatures, nonsexual nudity, referenced dislocation [shoulder], referenced torture, implied starvation, implied past noncon

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

The Wolf relished in the numbing water. He could hardly feel his torn skin, even where the stream trickled over still weeping cuts. Soap would have stung a lot worse, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to scrub himself clean.

Maybe H would bring some back from the supply closet? (Now that was wistful thinking…)

Shivering, the Wolf started to rinse the floor, chasing the blood and filth from his skin into the drain. He switched off the water, hands shaking from the cold as he limped toward the door. Using the wall for leverage, he snapped his left shoulder back into place. The staticky ache faded quickly - he was well practiced enough to shake the remaining pins and needles from his hand.

He would just grab his clothes from his room - he wouldn’t look, he wouldn’t breathe that air, he just needed to be covered and protected and -

H startled him away; the Wolf tripped over his own feet as the volunteer cursed in surprise. His left hip hit the ground hard, drawing a keening whimper from his throat as bruised bone impacted the concrete.

He braced, eyes open and ready for the hands that would follow - only for his own clothes and shoes to be dropped unceremoniously in a pile next to him.

“Got your clothes.” H looked better in some ways and worse in others. His chapped lips had a flush of color, but his eyes were distant, pointedly avoiding the Wolf.

The Wolf followed orders, secretly relieved to finally have some shell to hide in - however fragile.

(He remembered stripping these clothes off - slowly, for his handler’s pleasure. Piece by piece as his handler and the overseers stood patiently in front of the door - not that he would have tried to run if the exit was open. His handler trained him better than that.)

As he zipped up his jacket, gloved hands finally gathering enough warmth to be felt again, H shrugged toward the door next to the Wolf’s own.

“Don’t supposed you know if they keep any food in there?”

The Wolf shook his head.

“I’m not allowed in the White Room.” He had only caught glimpses in passing, his handler and other project members crowded around the screens and speakers. The Wolf had no need to know what data they were collecting; it was his job to help them collect it - however they saw fit.

“And the other one?” H nodded to the door across the way. The Wolf shook his head again.

“Tools and firearms. I’m not allowed access without supervision.” He had only been inside the Black Room a few times. The firearms locked behind a cage but the tools on open display. His handler had him clean his own blood off a few before ordering him to turn them on the volunteers.

“Supervision from who?”

Right. The script.

“I work alone.”

“You just said you need supervision to access the weapons locker.”

“I work alone.”

“That’s not - ” H groaned in frustration, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Jesus fuck I need food.” His face was contorted in disgust as he glanced between the Wolf’s door and the Red Room.

“There are rations in the supply closet.”

“I looked there already - looks like they cleared out all perishables.”

Like they weren’t planning on coming back. The Wolf let his eyes drift to his own door. His handler wasn’t coming back.

Maybe.

And if his handler was coming back…well, the Wolf would be punished for leaving the Box. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“I have food.”

He turned on his heel, vision tunneling as he forced himself to only see what he needed to see. Desk. Bottom right drawer. Behind the false back he had made - a first aid kit and a handful of rations. A bit stale, but edible.

He kept his back to the rest of the room as he exited, blindly closing the door behind himself. H was watching him with those eyes again - pity and hate and something sour.

The Wolf held out the rations, and H took them with gentle urgency before collapsing to the ground and tearing into the packaged food.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #angst #anticipated violence #nonsexual nudity #dislocated shoulder #cold temperatures #hunger #referenced torture #implied noncon #past noncon #freelancers au #the wolf: i can excuse beating the shit out of me but i draw the line at pitying me #harrison: i can excuse you repeatedly lying to my face but im not gonna be happy about it

[viva-la-whump]

Febuwhump Day 9

@febuwhump

Finally a longer one! Yay!!!

LIGHTNING STRIKE

It was like the sky had sucked up all of the water on Earth and now was dumping it straight down on top of them. It wasn’t safe to stay on the road anymore as it ran too close to the swelling river, and Hunter knew the risk of flash flooding was high.

Hunter was about to call for them to start moving off the road when there was a blinding flash and a cacophonous boom that was louder than standing next to a racing train. Their horses spooked at the sudden lightning strike that hit a nearby tree and they struggled to keep them under control. But Tech lost his fight and was thrown from his horse, landing on the muddy ground with an “Oof!”

Using his nearly unnaturally fast reflexes, Crosshair reached out and grabbed Tech’s horse before it could bolt into the wilderness. But when he turned to ride back to his cousin, he saw a sight that made his stomach drop.

The bank of the river started to give way, the water rising to swallow the road, the lightning-struck tree, and, with a cry of fear and alarm, Tech.

“No!” Crosshair yelled as he started to move forward despite the unstable ground.

“Cross! Wait!” Hunter called after him, but he was still wrestling with his own horse and couldn’t stop him as he leapt onto the tree that had fallen into the expanding river, some of its roots still holding fast in the ground.

Through the rain, Hunter now saw that Tech had caught on to one of its branches and was holding on for dear life as the raging waters tried to pull him under. Crosshair lay down flat on the tree, hugging it as he crept towards Tech.

“Wrecker! Rope!” Hunter ordered, and the big man took a coil of rope from his saddle and, holding onto one end, threw the rest of it to his oldest cousin. Crosshair quickly snatched the rope when it landed nearly on top of him and he twisted it around his arm. With the other, he reached towards Tech. Tech tried to reach up to him, but he couldn’t do that and hang on to the branch as well, and the rope wasn’t long enough for Crosshair to reach him.

“Give me more slack!” Crosshair  yelled and Wrecker inched his horse forward, getting perilously close to the edge of the water. But it still wasn’t enough. He was still too far away. So Crosshair decided to close that gap himself.

“Hang on tight!” he called to Wrecker, who had already tied off his end to the pommel, before launching himself off the tree and towards his cousin.

Crosshair caught hold of Tech’s arm just as his grip on the branch failed and the current pulled both of them down river, disappearing under the water.

“Whoa!” Wrecker yelled as his horse faltered a few steps as the line suddenly went taut, before planting her front legs to keep them steady. “Good girl,” he soothed, dismounting so she didn’t have to work so hard to support him and anchor the other two. “Now come on. There you go…” He started to ease the horse back, reeling in his cousins.

Hunter got off his horse as well, standing close to the river bank, prepared to pull the two men up onto solid ground. He didn’t have to wait long.

Two heads broke the surface of the swift water, both, Hunter was relieved to see, gasping for air. But as the two of them got clear of the water, Hunter noticed that while Tech coughed and shakily got to his feet, leaning on Wrecker for support, Crosshair stayed on the ground, his face twisted with pain and his breath hissing through clenched teeth.

“Cross!” Hunter knelt down next to him, hands hovering over him, unsure of what was wrong.

“My arm,” Crosshair ground out, and Hunter saw then that his arm, rope still wrapped around it, was still extended above his head, his shoulder resting at an unnatural angle.

“It’s dislocated.” Hunter looked up to see Tech hobbling forward, Wrecker right beside him with a hand under his elbow to catch him if he fell. “We need to put it back in its socket.”

“But, won’t that hurt?” Wrecker asked, his face growing a shade paler.

“Very much so,” Tech replied matter-of-factly, kneeling down on Crosshair’s other side. “But we need to do it now or there will be permanent damage to his shoulder.”

Crosshair gave a strained growl. “Just get on with it!” His right arm moved towards Hunter and he grabbed it with one of his own, squeezing just as hard as Cross was squeezing his, lending comfort and strength to his cousin. Tech wasted no more time and took Crossshair’s arm in his hands and, with both strength and confidence, angled and pulled it in such a way that it popped back into place.

The scream that tore from Crosshair roared louder than even the raging river beside them. He squeezed Hunter’s hand so hard that he feared the older man would break some of his bones. But still he held on, squeezing right back. Crosshair held his newly-relocated arm to his chest, cradling it there as his screams turned to shuddering gasps.

“We need to get away from this river,” Hunter said softly, resting his hand that wasn’t still trapped in Crosshair’s grip onto the man’s knee. “Do you think you can ride?”

Crosshair lay there for another few moments, seeming to gather whatever strength he still had. Finally, he nodded his head. Using his grip on Hunter’s hand, he worked to lever himself up to a seated position, hissing as the movement jostled his shoulder. He swayed slightly, but Hunter wrapped his free arm around Crosshair’s back and pulled his uninjured arm across his shoulders.

“We’ll stand on three, alright?” he asked, and again Crosshair nodded.

“One…two…three.”

Crosshair choked back a sob as Hunter all but lifted him to his feet and supported him not to his own horse, but to Hunter’s. Between him and Wrecker, they were able to get him up into the saddle with as little jostling as possible, which still didn’t stop more pained sounds escaping Crosshair’s gritted teeth. Hunter mounted up behind him.

“Wrecker, Tech,” he ordered. “Take Cross’ horse and ride ahead until you find the nearest town. It should only be a few miles out. Get us a room and make sure there’s a doctor waiting. We’ll follow behind at a slower pace.”

“Just don’t go taking any more dips into the river,” Wrecker quipped as he and Tech rode off, and Crosshair allowed his tense features to melt into a familiar wry eye roll.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday9 #Star Wars Western AU #Hunter #lightning strike #Crosshair #Wrecker #Tech #almost drowned #dislocated shoulder #field medicine #concern #worry #pain #whump #angst #me #mine #fanfic #my work

[munv]

Merry Christmas bookies <33

I dislocated my shoulder n now I have to get an MRI after going to the ER

Neways requests are coming along nicely and I’m working hard this Christmas

#{-muxis writes #.maki talks #dislocated shoulder #i’m having a crisis #merry xmas

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

For the lady whump - Seraphina + stress position + give them a stimulant?

Author's Notes: ...stretched on the rack counts as a stress position, right? it's a position, it seems pretty stressful...i took some liberties. please heed warnings!

Content Warnings: lady whump, angel whump, torture, stress position, the rack (torture device), drugging, stimulants, dislocated joints, passing out, ambiguous ending

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Seraphina spent the last twenty-four hours uncomfortably curled on the floor of a broom closet. It is one of the only rooms of the old farmhouse still standing. Once bright and thriving, now the farm is just a bitter reminder of a better time for humanity.

What these humans have devised, on the other hand, harkens back to dark times in their history, barbaric behaviors they have re-learned in order to survive their demon-infested world.

It is crude but effective, not unlike the medieval rack. The angel is on her back on an old wooden door. Coarse ropes bind each of her wrists and ankles. When someone turns a handle, the ropes tighten and begin to slowly tug at her slack limbs.

Spending the night crammed into that closet left her crumpled and sore. As her arms, legs and back finally stretch out, she'd be lying if she said it didn't feel good. Seraphina sighs with relief as her stiff joints pop. She wiggles her fingers and toes to get some feeling back into them.

But that's where the contentment ends.

"Please," she blurts out at the first slight strain. Begging does not come easily to the proud angel...until pain is involved.

A few of the humans laugh.

"We haven't even started yet," jeers the one turning the handle.

Flushed with shame, Seraphina turns her head and spits on him.

"You -!" He reels back in disgust, wiping his face.

Then he surges forward again, one arm out. Seraphina braces herself for a blow, but instead the man grabs the handle and gives it a sharp turn.

The ropes - and her limbs - pull taut suddenly and violently enough to tear muscle. It feels like being lit on fire from the inside, all over, all at once. The piercing sound she makes is, quite literally, inhuman. The humans all recoil and cover their ears; the handle turns back the way it came, loosening the ropes once more.

Seraphina slumps back against the door panting. Her head lolls to one side.

"Don't let her - " she hears just as she starts to pass out.

Something pricks her neck.

Mere moments later her eyes open wide. Her heart is racing and her breaths come quicker and quicker.

"What - did - you - do - t-to me - "

"Almost lost you there, princess." The man closest to her pats her cheek. If she had the presence of mind she would bite down on his hand until he was the one begging her.

She doesn't realize that she's cursing aloud until the hand grips her jaw tight, silencing the furious angel.

"That's enough of that. Save your strength. We aren't done with you yet."

Seraphina squeezes her eyes shut so she can't see another man reach for the handle. The ropes pull her to the edge of her body's limit and pause there, waiting for her to catch her breath.

"You'll be...sorry for this..."

In this state she is no longer a threat, but the humans don't know that she isn't the one they need to be worried about. The false sense of security only encourages them to take their time.

Slowly the handle turns. Slowly the ropes tighten. There is no more pleasant stretch, only an ever-present burn in her limbs and torso that worsens with every passing moment. Her pleas and pained sounds fall on deaf ears. Her torturers only pause when she starts to hyperventilate. The moment she is calm, they continue.

Seraphina is still learning the limits of a mortal form. Human bodies are fragile, yet they can withstand the most horrible things. Every time she thinks it has to end soon or I can't take anymore she finds that she can and it doesn't. She expects to be torn in two at the waist at any moment, but what happens instead is so much worse.

Something pops and pain bursts in both of Seraphina's shoulders at once. A spasm runs up her arms and down her back. Her next breath is stolen right from her throat.

None of this deters her captors. A different man takes over turning the handle. If the angel thought it hurt before, that was nothing compared to having her newly dislocated arms stretched as far as they'll go.

It's too much.

Seraphina fails to catch her breath and blacks out. No one notices until the angel's hip dislocating is met with no reaction.

The ropes go still. Two men secure them so their captive is stuck like that, while a third prepares another dose of ephedrine.

As the drug drags her from the comfort of unconsciousness, glass shatters in another room, drawing the humans' attention away. One goes to investigate. A moment later he comes crashing through the drywall.

"What the hell?!"

Too weak to laugh, Seraphina just smiles despite the pain of her reality setting back in.

"Told you," she whispers.

#lady whump #angel whump #torture #torture devices #the rack #drugged #stimulants #pain #dislocation #dislocated limbs #dislocated shoulder #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #seraphina #prompt fill #passing out #unconsciousness

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Hawaii 5-0 3x17 Pa'ani

#hawaii 5-0 #h50 #steve mcgarrett #alex o'loughlin #danny williams #scott caan #whump #injury #dislocated shoulder #hospital #ambulance #medical care

[whumperofworlds]

Caretaker and the team broke into the cell that Whumper had told them where Whumpee was. Once the cell door was off its hinges, they entered... and they froze, their eyes wide and their breathing stopped. In front of them was a horrifying sight.

They found Whumpee... but they were barely alive. They were hardly breathing, scaring Caretaker more than anything. Their skin was mottled with blood, bruises, and cuts, from their face down to their legs. Their hands were chained above them, the chains so high the team could have sworn that there could be dislocated shoulders from the stress position.

Above Whumpee were words written in blood--Whumpee's blood:

"YOUR FAULT, CARETAKER."

#my whump stuff #whumpee #caretaker #blame #whump #whumper #whump prompt #team #blood #captivity #chained #restrained #rescue #team whump #near death #stress positions #bruises #dislocated shoulder

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

In Crusoe 1x05, Friday is trapped in a pit beneath a fallen log, and Crusoe works desperately to free him before high tide can rise and drown his best friend! A really great whump episode all round!

#crusoe #crusoe 2008 #philip winchester #tongayi chirisa #whump #bromance whump #hurt/comfort #trapped #drowning #rescue #dislocated shoulder