#whump on a plane

[jakes3resin]

Early on in the war Bucky gets sent up on a mission without Buck. His first without Buck now that Buck had joined him at Thorpe Abbotts.

It feels wrong watching Bucky take off without him, similar to those weeks when Bucky had been off in England before him. Except this is worse because before Gale hadn't fully understood the risk. He'd known it wasn't safe, had told Bucky not to die on him, but now... now he knows the true risk they take every time they go up. He knows that just because Bucky's a great pilot doesn't mean Bucky's coming back to him.

Gale spends the hours waiting for Bucky's return on tenterhooks. He can't sit still, a nervous energy grabbing hold of him. One of the boys joke that he's acting just like Bucky with all that out of character energy, and Gale has to force himself to sit down. To look normal. If someone started asking questions, wondering why he was acting like this, too much concern for a friend, even a best friend, Gale knew they'd be in trouble.

They're late, that's all Gale can think as he waits staring up at the sky. Over an hour late. Everyone grows restless behind him, murmuring assurances to one and other, but Gale doesn't join them. He stands and stares up at the cloudy sky waiting.

"I see them!" Someone cries out from the tower above him. Gale turns sharply and catches sight of a man with binoculars staring up at the sky. His fingers itch to rip those binoculars out of his hands. He needs to see Bucky, needs to see that he made it. The man starts counting off planes, and Gale turns back to the skies. He clenches his fist until his nails cut into his palms, and he stands and waits.

Come on, John, he pleads to himself. It's gonna be the two of us, remember?

The planes touch down, and Gale doesn't see Bucky's. He turns back to the sky as if he'd miscounted, and there'd be one more plane coming in. But there's nothing up there save the clouds, and Gale goes cold. He can't breathe. Everyone rushes past him, all eager to get to the boys, and Gale can't find his boy.

"Where's Major Egan?" He hears someone ask, and he latches onto that question, wanting to scream it out. Where's Bucky? He has to be here. He promised. Just the two of them.

"After interogation," Kidd tells them all but looking directly at Gale. Gale clenches his jaw and nods despite every bit of his being protesting having to wait.

Gale waits and watches, grief and rage boiling up under his skin. He forces himself to look calm. He can't pop off, not here in front of others. He follows after Jack, not saying a word even when Jack sends him a few charged glances.

Gale sees Curt as soon as he walks into the building. He looks exhausted, and the moment he sees Gale stalking into the room, his face falls. Gale's heart clenches, and the urge to scream grows. He clenches his jaw tighter and follows Jack further into the building.

"Everything was fine on the way there," Curt turns to Jack. "Only turned to shit on the way back."

Gale listens to every word, commits them to memory. It's what he deserves. He sent Bucky up there alone, he deserves the pain of remembering every word describing how he lost Bucky.

"They targeted Bucky's fort." Curt glares down at the ground. "Shot out one of the engines and didn't let up until he was falling behind."

"Did the navigator note down when Major Egan went down?" Curt clenches his jaw at the question before turning to look up at Gale, regret and shame clear in his eyes.

"Bucky- Major Egan ordered us to leave him behind." Curt said it like an apology, and Gale's eyes stung. "He was losing altitude and didn't want us to act as his shield. We tried to stay close, but he purposefully fell out of formation to take the brunt of the fire. After a while, he fell so far behind that I don't think anyone caught where he went down."

Gale feels his knees go weak, and he leans against the window, his entire bodyweight slumped against the pane of glass. He wants to laugh. Of course Bucky ordered them ahead. Of course that stupid idiotic lovable fool put himself last. God, Gale wanted to kill him.

"Maybe, maybe over France, just before the Channel," Curt's navigator piped up. He was staring down at his logbook like it would miraculously state where Bucky was. "That's the last time I saw him, but the cloud cover blocked our view."

Curt opened his mouth to say more, but sirens started, interrupting whatever he was about to say.

"We've got incoming!" Gale hears Lemmons scream. "Hey! We've got incoming!"

Gale's moving before anyone can react, out of the building before they even get up from their seats. He sprints towards where he can hear Lemmon's screaming. His heart starts to beat out of his chest as he looks up at the sky and begs for it to be Bucky.

Please, he begs, I'll do anything. Please come back to me.

"It's Bucky!" He hears Lemmons shout, euphoric in his relief, but Gale doesn't stop running until he's at the tower. He won't believe it until he sees it.

The plane sends up flares signaling wounded on board, and Gale keeps watching. He can see where the Germans hit the engines, but what nearly sends him to his knees is how shot up the cockpit is. Even from here, he can see its more metal fragments than anything else.

"C'mon," Gale feels Benny grabbing him and shoving him into a jeep. Everything feels disjointed as if Gale's a second behind his body. "Let's get you to your boy."

Gale doesn't look anywhere but at the plane while Benny drives. The engine Curt mentioned is still on fire, and it's listing as if the pilot is fighting tooth and nail just to keep them airborne.

The touchdown is loud, metal screeching as if protesting its treatment. The ground crews sprint into action, and the ambulances race by, screaming past the jeep.

If Gale were in his right mind, he'd see the concerned glances Benny kept sending towards him. He'd see the fear at the sight of Gale Cleven losing his mind from grief. But Gale can only focus on Bucky and the broken plane holding him hostage.

"Wounded on board!" Gale hears as Benny finally gets them there. It's not Bucky's voice shouting. The windows of the cockpit are shattered, and Gale doesn't allow himself to focus on that.

Gale stumbles out of the jeep and towards the plane before it even comes to a complete stop. Benny shouts at him, but he can't hear what he says. He doesn't pay any attention to the other men just sprints towards the plane as they finally wrench open the doors.

Gale watches as wounded men get shoved out into the hands of the medics, but none of them are Bucky.

"Buck, God damn it!" Benny finally catches up to him. "I know you're worried, but you can't just jump out while I'm driving!"

More men climb out of the plane, but Gale can't see them because Benny steps in front of him still yelling at him about safety and being an idiot.

"Croz, I swear I'm fine! You need to get that arm looked at!"

Gale feels something akin to fire spreading over his skin, replacing the bone deep chill that had settled in.

"Major, please!" Harry Crosby climbs out, head turned to stare back inside. There's blood running down his jacket sleeve. "You need to get looked at first!"

And finally, Gale's heart can once more beat in rhythm. Another figure starts exiting the plane. Long legs melting into a familiar awful jacket until Gale finally catches sight of those chestnut curls he adores.

"Just a scratch Croz!" Bucky's grinning as he speaks to Harry. Gale's eye race over him, desperate to make sure that it's really Bucky in front of him.

He skids to a stop at the sight of blood. Benny runs into him cursing at him, but Gale doesn't care.

Bucky's limping as he helps medics carry out the rest of his crew. Blood runs down his left leg, and he just keeps walking.

"Sir!" Bucky turns to speak to a medic, and Gale sees blood running down his face. His stomach rolls as he watches blood stream down from a cut just above Bucky's eyebrow. He hadn't seen it. Bucky had been turned away.

Bucky glances over the medic's shoulder and sees Gale. His face splits into a grin.

"Hey boys! Miss me?" Bucky laughs even as the medic tries to strong arm him into an ambulance.

Gale clenches his fists and stalks up to Bucky. Bucky's grin falters, seeing something on Gale's face that he doesn't like.

"Buck? What's wrong?" Bucky asks just before Gale steamrolls over the medic and Crosby.

What's wrong he asks? What's wrong?!

Gale grabs Bucky, his Bucky that he thought he'd lost, and pulls him into a hug.

"Never tell the boys to leave you behind." Gale growls in his ear. He feels tears pricking at his eyes, and he buries his face in Bucky's stupid jacket. Bucky pats him on the back, all mirth gone from his face.

"Alright Buck," Bucky sighs into his ear. Gale pulls himself away and frogmarches him towards the ambulance. Harry, Benny, and the medic all trail behind them without a word.

"Hey," Bucky starts, and Gale can hear the joke he's gonna make just from his tone. "Think the boys'll all be jealous of me now? Quite the dramatic entrance I'll say! Landing a dead bird without any help!"

Gale turns and stares at Bucky. Bucky grins and laughs at the look on his face, pleased as can be that'd he'd managed to put it there.

"Check him for a brain," He hears Benny tell the medic. Bucky laughs uproariously at that. "I think he might have lost his."

Gale gets on the ambulance and just watches Bucky as the medics work. He stares at him even when Bucky catches him doing so.

Bucky smiles at him, a soft smile that Gale knows is just for him.

"Told ya, didn't I? It'll be me, and it'll be you, Buck. Don't go counting me out just yet!"

The two of us, Gale promises himself. It will always be the two of us in the air.

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #bucky egan #john egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #i honestly hate the ending but i wanted to put this out there #i know very little about planes and such things so if theres any inaccuracies i apologize #i just wanted some Bucky whump to cause Buck angst

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Fight Through the Pain (Part 1)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1335

TW: Angst, Whump, Plane Crash, Burns, Injuries, Pain, Love Confession

Spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Part 1, Part 2

Top Gun Masterlist

Everything hurt. Your world was currently nothing more than pain on top of more pain as every bone, every muscle, every molecule in your body screamed out. Large sections of your skin felt as if it was on fire while other parts felt like it was frozen solid. As you tried shifting slightly, a low moan reverberated in your chest as the pain intensified. But the attempt did provide you with some information. It made you realize that the coldness seeping into you was from the snow you were laying on. But why were you laying in the snow?

And then it came rushing back to you. The team had been sent on their mission to blow up the uranium enrichment plant. At the last minute, it was decided one additional single-person plane should accompany the group, and much to Hangman’s chagrin, you had been selected. As everyone was saying their goodbyes and good lucks, Rooster had pulled you into a hug that was tighter and lasted longer than you expected. And when you finally pulled away, he had stared at you with such an intense look on his face that it sent shivers down your spine in the best way. It finally gave you the courage you had been needing to tell him how you felt about him, yet just as you opened your mouth, Maverick had interrupted you. So instead of telling him, you had hurried off to your plane.

The mission had gone perfectly…. Up until your planes escaped Coffin Corner and activated the SAMs. The Surface-to-Air Missiles had quickly filled the sky and as much as you all tried to react, there were just too many of them. As you had done your own evasive maneuvers to avoid disaster, you watched Rooster fire countermeasure after countermeasure from his position above you, narrowly escaping the missiles. But then his panicked voice cried out through your coms that he was out of flares, and you watched in horror as two more missiles trailed behind him.

You hadn’t thought, you had just acted. Instantly pulling up into a steep climb, you positioned your plane directly between Rooster’s and the missiles. Across the expanse between you, you had managed to catch Rooster’s eye for just a moment. His face drained of all color, and you saw him shouting at you to get out of the way. But you had just given him a sad smile as the missile slammed into the tail of your aircraft, sending a fireball roaring through the cockpit.

You screamed in pain as your hand had yanked the ejection lever, but it was too late. Even as your seat jettisoned into the sky, you could feel the burns scorching your skin in a dozen different places. Then as you drifted to the ground, your parachute had gotten snagged on a tree, slamming you into the trunk and causing you to plummet the other 50 ft to the ground. As you crashed into the snow below, you had mercifully slipped into unconsciousness.

But now, something stirred you from your sleep, something other than just the pain. Voices. Slowly, you realized that your helmet was still on, and you could still make out your teammates' voices as they tried to reach you on the coms.

“Bumblebee! Do you copy?” Phoenix’s frantic voice came into focus. “Bob, do you see anything?”

“That’s a negative,” her WSO replied, equally as panicked. “I can see the smoke from her plane where it crashed, but I lost sight of the parachute.”

“I saw it for a minute, but it was smoking pretty heavily.” Fanboy chimed in anxiously. “I don’t know…. I don’t know if it would have been able to remain intact until she reached the ground.”

“Bee! Answer me! Please!” Rooster. You struggled to open your eyes at the sound of his voice. Maybe it was the distortion from the coms or your pain-addled brain, but it almost sounded like he was crying. But that couldn’t be….

“Bumblebee!” he screamed again. “Damn it! Why did you do that! Why did you- I’m not worth it. You shouldn’t have done that. Not for me. Please, Bee. You have to be okay.”

“Rooster,” Phoenix said softly. “It’s not your fault. She was just protecting her wingman.”

“Well, she shouldn’t have! It should have been me down there instead of her. We need to find her!”

Maverick’s voice suddenly broke through the chatter. “There’s nothing we can do right now. Without her location beacon turned on, we have no way of finding her. We need to get back to the ship and we can try to figure out something after that. But for now…. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Rooster screamed again. “I’m not leaving her! Bee! Listen, you need to turn on your beacon. Please! I promise I’ll find you, but you have to give me something.”

“Rooster-” Maverick started but the younger pilot cut him off.

“No! She’s still out there, I know it! And she would never leave any of us behind! So, please, Bee. Come on, you can do this. Just turn on the beacon.”

Both of your hands were currently laying by your sides and the locator beacon was on your shoulder. The amount of pain that was shooting through your body just with every breath was almost unbearable, so the thought of trying to move, to cross that impossible distance to reach the beacon, was almost inconceivable! But you knew you had to try. If not for you, for Rooster. You might have saved his life, but if you died, you knew he would blame himself and it would haunt him for the rest of his days.

So, ever so slowly, inch by agonizing inch, your hand began its vast journey up towards your shoulder. Even the smallest of movements was torture, and you were fairly certain that your arm was broken in at least one place. But Rooster’s pleas and cries still sounding through the coms urged you on.

When your fingers miraculously brushed against the dial of your beacon, you realized you were in for a new level of pain. In order to turn the beacon on, you had to twist the dial. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem but because of the fire, your fingers were pretty badly burnt, and your joints were swollen. It was going to take everything in you to turn that dial and you just didn’t think you had the strength left to withstand that level of pain.

But then, Rooster’s voice called out to you one more time, calmer yet more tender than before, “Bumblebee…. Please. I know you’re there, I know you can hear me. Please, come back to me. I-I love you.”

He loves me? You had been in love with your wingman for years, starting back when you had first been at Top Gun together, but you never thought he could return your feelings. It was why you had chickened out on the tarmac from confessing how you felt. But if Rooster loved you back….

It was just the motivation you needed. Taking a few deep breaths (and ignoring the spikes of pain that were sent through your chest with each one), you screwed your eyes closed and twisted the dial.

The surge of pain that followed traveled down to your very bones. Every nerve ending and muscle in your fingers and up through your arm screamed out in agony, but you heard a faint beep as the beacon activated. At the sound of your success, you allowed yourself to drop your arm once more as the pain became too much for you to bear.

As your world started to grow dark around you, you could faintly hear a voice that sounded like it was coming from the end of a far-off tunnel, “Bee?! Guys, I have her signal! Bee, just hang on. I’m coming for you, baby.”

And just as you slipped back into unconsciousness, you managed to whisper a single word, “Rooster…..”

#sfw repost #fic #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #f!reader #miles teller #love confession #angst #whump #pain tw #plane crash tw #burns tw #injuries tw

[where-is-my-whump]

Society of the Snow

#society of the snow #whump #plane crash #true events #true story #unconscious #knockout #passing out #collapsing #hypothermia #numa turcatti #enzo vogrincic #die schneegesellschaft #netflix #society of the snow netflix #spoiler #broken bones #open wounds #waking up

[whumpshaped]

thinking about whumpee who just wants to engage in freaky funtime. they've gone through the horrors and they never want to go through them ever again- but being afraid is so very fun and they're badgering caretaker for it endlessly. but whenever caretaker demonstrates any willingness, whumpee immediately goes "but it'd just be play, right? it'd be pretend?" making caretaker think that maybe it's just not a good idea. whumpee just seems so anxious. it's like they love the idea of it, but any talk of execution makes them recoil.

still, they eventually work out an arrangement. whumpee is jittery as ever, testing out the safeword a thousand times to see whether caretaker would really stop. they say it before and after caretaker is finished tying them to the chair, they ask "but it's all pretend, yeah? you're not mean for real? it's all bluffs?" another hundred times, then they follow it up with "no, i do want this, i do, i just wanna make sure it's not too scary, or real"

and then caretaker gets into the rhythm, and whumpee is immediately captivated. all that nervous energy that should absolutely be there during play like this just vanishes almost without a trace. whumpee looks the calmest they've looked in a long while, and caretaker can barely believe that someone can be this calm watching them play with a knife and throw out threats

#im trying to convey a very specific mental image here #and possibly failing miserably #i see it so clearly #i feel like a fortune teller staring into a plane of existence no one else can see #while being blind to the real world and just flailing and trying to explain what i see #but everything comes out in vague cryptic messages and riddles #maybe thats why they talk like that #its just hard to convey stuff #whump #whump prompt

[whump-card]

Okay listen... (rambling below the cut)

I had a fucking CRAZY dream last light. I was, coincidentally, trying to induce lucid dreaming which didn't work BUT I still had a wild dream. There was a lab escapee. A tracking collar. TERRIFYING HUMAN HUNTING "DOGS." A chase scene through an autumnal forest. A military airship. Sick-ass aerial stunts.

I don't know if I could ever to it justice in writing.

There's a very overambitious, hubris-filled part of me that wants to make a comic.

As you can see, the art wouldn't be as polished as my work usually is! I may even have to change up my style! It wouldn't be, like... very good, probably? I don't know! I just don't know! I will probably try, I may or may not share it, we'll see. But I wanted to share just this little bit that genuinely took me all day, nonstop... I'm very excited about it.

I do also understand that making comics is very demanding. This could totally go nowhere.

I'm going to tag my regular art taglist here, but if I continue to post about this comic I'll be starting a new taglist, so let me know if you want onto that. I just don't want to bug anyone who only wants to see my more polished stuff.

@angst-after-dark, @whumpsday, @flowersarefreetherapy, @rainydaywhump, @softvampirewhump, @burnticedlatte, @whump-me, @honeybees-125

#whump #whump art #whump comic #my art #I got so excited about this that I 3d modeled a plane. so I could have infinite reference photos. sir.....

[shywhumpauthor]

So you know the “A redeemed villain joins the team of heroes” trope?

And the “supervillain captures the team of heroes and tortured the weakest” trope?

And also the “whumpee is scared that no one cares about their suffering because of their past mistakes” trope?

What if you smushed them all together

Redeemed villain joins the Heroes team, and though they’re good now, they’re still a bit of an outcast among the ranks. The team isn’t outright mean or ignoring to them, but after battles and such Villain is always the last to get checked over in the medbay, their wounds are downplayed, they’re made to work through pain and illness because “come on, it’s not that bad, we’ve all dealt with worse”

So they start hiding injuries, tending to their own wounds behind the locked door of their bedroom. They stop attempting to socialize with the group, and instead isolate themself, and the heroes are fine with that, they don’t care. “If villain wanted to talk, they’d come to us. We’re not going to go in there and bother them.” Of course, whenever villain tried to talk, their worries were pushed aside and discarded without a care, so it doesn’t make a difference when they stop trying.

Then a mission goes south, and they all end up in a big cell, chained and cuffed with ability restrictors. Supervillain takes them all out one by one to interrogate them, and after each return the person is always injured and bleeding. Youngest is the first to be tortured, so after they come back, no one even notices as Villain is dragged out of the cell, they’re too busy tending to Youngest.

Bonus points if the heroes get mad at Villain and accuse them of conspiring with Supervillain, plotting this capture.

Edit: I suppose there could be a nice comfort scene after this where the heroes apologize after realizing how awful they are but where’s the fun in that

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #I might not post the drabble today after all #I thought I had a free but I didn’t and I was planing to finish it during that #but if not today definitely tomorrow #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #creepy whumper #captured whumpee #captivity whump #writing prompt #intimate whumper #whump drabble #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #hero whumpee #hero whump #villain whumpee #villain whump #hero x villain #villain x hero #villain whumper

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPTOBER day 10:

Prompt: "Stranded"

Horizon Line (2020)

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #stranded #horizon line #gifs #alexander dreymon #whump #male whump #wounded #blood #broken arm #bandages #pain #plane crash #drowning #water inhalation #mouth to mouth #coughing up water #resuscitation #open fracture

[letthewhumpbegin]

Wonder Woman (2017)

#wonder woman #diana prince #steve trevor #gal gadot #chris pine #whump #whump gifs #plane crash #near drowning #waking up #stranded #ltwbwonderwoman

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Mayday, Mayday

Whumptober 2022: #12. "Mayday, Mayday"

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, gn!reader

Word Count: 1355

TW: Plane Crash, Descriptions of Injuries, Angst, Whump

Notes: Partially inspired by The Interlopers by Saki.

Everything hurts. You feel like you have just been rolled down a hill in a barrel, which in a way might not be an inaccurate description given your surroundings. You are laying on your back on the floor of what is left of what looks like the cockpit of a plane. Straps from a seatbelt harness are still wrapped around you but they are no longer attached to a seat. 

Lifting your head slowly, you can’t help but groan loudly as a fresh wave of pain courses through you. Nothing feels broken, but you won’t be surprised if you are just one massive bruise tomorrow. You try to recall what happened. It takes a second but then you remember Rooster taking you up in one of Mav’s personal planes. A big one he got from a friend and had just finished repairing with Rooster. And then… Suddenly, those last few moments come rushing back to you:

Rooster frantically screamed into the coms while his fingers danced across the dials and switches. “Mayday, Mayday. We are going down and need assistance immediately! I’m sending our coordinates for immediate search and rescue. Send help!”

Nothing but crackling static responded. For just a minute, you thought you heard Maverick’s voice saying something, but it might have just been wishful thinking. 

“Roo…”

His eyes shifted off the controls for just a second to meet yours and he tried to force a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll be okay.” He reached over and pulled your seatbelt tight across your chest before doing the same to his. Then he turned his attention back to landing the stalled-out plane as safely as possible.

And just before you slammed into the ground, Rooster looked at you and whispered, “I love you.”

Rooster! Glancing up, you see that his seat had been torn from the plane and there is no sign of where he ended up. Ignoring the pain, you weakly try to rise to your feet but immediately collapse back to the floor as your right ankle gives out. Trying again, you use what’s left of the control panel to lean your weight on and you manage to remain standing. Your ankle can’t hold your weight but there is enough of the plane left around you that you can use it to lean on as you search for Rooster. 

Taking a few unsteady steps forward, you call out for your boyfriend yet he doesn’t respond so you keep going. Eventually, you reach a part of the plane where it split in two on impact. The gaping hole gives you your first real look at your surroundings outside of your section of the plane. 

You must have crashed up in the mountains somewhere because everything is white with freshly fallen snow. Pieces of the plane lay strewn about, marring the otherwise picturesque landscape. However, there is still no signs of Rooster. You call out to him a few more times but the echo of your voice is the only response you get. 

Just as you are about to head back up to the warmth of the cockpit, a slight movement catches your eye off to the left in a pile of debris. It might have been nothing, but at this point, you are desperate enough to find Rooster that you don’t care. 

The debris is about fifty feet from your section of the plane and it is all open space with nothing for you to hold onto. So, you lower yourself to your knees and begin crawling through the snow. By the time you have crossed about half the distance, you are shivering and soaking wet. Part of you considers turning back and returning to the protection of the cockpit, but just then you see what looks like a combat book sticking out of the debris. 

You charge forward, calling out to Rooster again. When you reach the pile, you hesitate, terrified of what you will find if you move the debris. However, taking a deep breath, you carefully begin shifting through bits and pieces of the plane. Finally, you move a large piece of metal and catch a glimpse of the horrible Hawaiian shirt Rooster had been wearing.

“Rooster!” you shout as you frantically begin shoving pieces off of him as you silently pray he is alright. 

Eventually, you find his face, and as soon as it is clear, you stroke your fingers lightly across his cheek. He stirs slightly and you whisper his name again. His eyes flicker open but then quickly close again as he moans in pain, the sound deep and raw within his throat. 

Brushing the hair off his face, you murmur, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

Slowly, he eases his eyes open again to stare at you, though his face is still pinched in pain. He moves his lips a few times before he manages to say, “W-what happened?”

“The plane crashed. I don’t know why, you just said something about the engine shutting off. But you managed to radio in a distress call so help should be on the way.” You don’t remind him that there hadn’t been a response. “How do you feel? What hurts?”

“Everything,” he muttered. “But mostly my hip and side. It hurts like a bitch.”

“The one you’re laying on?”

“Yeah.”

You can’t take a look at the damage while he is on his side so together you ease him onto his back. Rooster’s face pales to the color of the snow around him and for a moment you think he may pass out, throw up, or both. But he pulls himself together and you lift his shirt to examine his side.

It is a blend of dark reds and purples and is hot to the touch. When your fingers gently brush against his hip, he howls in pain, the sound causing tears to spring to your eyes. He lays there panting and gritting his teeth as he rides out the wave of pain roaring through him but there is nothing you can do to help him. Finally, he relaxes slightly, though he is now covered in a layer of sweat despite the chill of the snow around him. 

Dabbing his forehead with your sleeve, you say, “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to–”

“Not your fault,” he moans weakly. “Just… maybe don’t do that again.”

You nod. There isn’t anything you can do to help him anyway. His hip is most likely broken, if not shattered, and the bruising on his side points to some sort of internal bleeding. Only a doctor can help him now and there is no telling how long it might take to get him to one. If anyone ever finds you at all. 

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. Mostly, I’m just sore. Though I also hurt my ankle. I can’t walk on it.”

He nods, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. We never should have gone for a flight.”

“You couldn’t have known it was going to malfunction, Roo. It’s not your fault. But now, we just need to hang on until they come to get us, okay?”

Something wet brushes your face and you look up to see it has begun snowing again. Neither one of you is dressed for this kind of weather and even if you felt like Rooster was in any condition to move to cover, there was no way you could help him over to the main part of the plane with your ankle. 

So, you lay down beside him, wrapping your arms around his neck to avoid brushing against his side. He shifts you closer, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. Hopefully, your bodies huddled together will keep you warm enough until help arrives. 

After a few minutes, you begin to drift off to sleep. But then a sudden noise causes you to bolt upright as you look around. 

Rooster stirs slightly beside you, having also fallen asleep. “What is it? Help?”

“No…” you say, your voice trembling. You look over at Rooster, terror painted across your face. “Wolves.”

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[girlinlotsoffandoms]

day nineteen - ptsd

notes: for those who wanted a follow-up to 'presumed dead' and 'survivor's guilt', this one's for you

TW for (another) plane crash

read on AO3 or below

Trauma was a beast. It didn’t discriminate against who it affected or how, it just did. Trauma could (and would) change every aspect of your life. Trauma could make you unrecognizable.

Kelly Severide was completely different after the plane crash than he was before.

To the untrained, unfamiliar eye, Kelly seemed fine. He did his job to the level of excellence that was usually associated with him, he still hung out off-shift at Molly’s with the rest of the crew, he still taught classes at the Academy, and he still spent the rest of his free time with Stella. Those who knew Kelly, however, knew better.

They were aware of the nightmares and sleepless nights, how he often isolated himself in the firehouse, how he was quieter than usual, and how he was still attending regular therapy appointments of his own volition despite already being cleared by the CFD’s psychologist; they saw it all.

It has been six months since the plane crash and Kelly’s friends and teammates still struggled to find a way to help him. In the initial days after the accident and Kelly’s return to Chicago, the CFD chaplain and psychologist stopped by the station to help them all through the shock and trauma. The further removed from the situation they got, the easier it became to return to “normal”. 

But not for Stella. And definitely not for Kelly. Their “normal” died when the plane went down and now, they were grappling with what their new normal would look like.

It was a challenge they faced every day.

… … …

Kelly was having a good day—a good week—for the first time in months. He’d been sleeping better, was more talkative, and had even started teasing Capp again. It was a welcomed sight for his wife and teammates. 

But all good things must come to an end, as had been the usual for a while now.

It all started when Squad was called out with Squad 7 to a rescue on Lake Michigan. Dispatch had reported a crash and they assumed, at first, that a few boats had collided. Pulling up to the scene, they quickly learned that was not the case. 

There, slowly sinking in the water of Lake Michigan, was a small plane. One of the wings had already sunk below the waterline and the rest of the plane was sure to follow soon. There was no time to waste; if there were still survivors, they needed out as soon as possible.

Cruz, Capp, and Tony shared a look before looking at their Lieutenant. This call was going to be a hard one, one that was sure to stir up some very unpleasant memories. If he needed to sit this one out, if he needed them to step up, they would with no hesitation and with no judgment. Even the guys from Squad 7 shot a look to Severide–news of the plane crash and Kelly’s almost demise had quickly made the rounds through the CFD, as had the after effects on Kelly. The CFD rumor mill was strong and things like that tended to spread fast.

They all watched as Severide took a deep breath and steeled himself. In a surprise to no one, Severide jumped right into action and started dishing out orders and directions. Within seconds there were Squad divers and boats in the water heading towards the plane. 

… … …

It was a hard rescue, physically and emotionally. The damage to the plane was worse than they expected and of the six passengers on the plane, three were still alive but only one made it to the hospital alive. It wasn’t until after all the bodies and rescuers were out of the water that all of the victims of the crash were in the same family.

The ride back to the firehouse was a quiet one; no one spoke, no one made the usual jokes to help lighten the mood as they normally did after rough calls. There was a heaviness in the truck, memories of a situation so similar just a few months prior stirring up all too familiar feelings of grief that the loved ones of the victims lost today would be feeling.

When they pulled back into the station, Cruz, Capp, and Tony all climbed out of the truck as soon as it was parked. They were almost to the common room before they realized Severide wasn’t following them. Turning to look back at the Squad truck, they noticed Severide was still sitting in his spot in the passenger seat, staring off into space.

“Should we?” Capp asked, gesturing towards Severide and the Squad truck.

Cruz sighed and shook his head. “Give him a minute and we’ll send Stella out to talk to him.”

They continued into the common room where the rest of their teammates were.

“Hey! Squad’s back!” Mouch called out. “How was the call?”

The members of Squad sighed and collapsed into the first seat they could find. They were bone tired, not just from the physicality required during the rescue but the emotional drain as well.

“That well huh?”

“A plane crashed into Lake Michigan,” Cruz answered, blankly. “Six victims, all members of the same family. Only one made it to the hospital alive and it’s touch and go.”

The rest of the team sat up quickly in their seats at the mention of a plane crash. Stella, specifically, looked ready to throw up. All the fear and emotion from six months ago came flooding back at the mere mention of a plane crash. “Where’s Kelly?”

“He’s in the truck still.” Cruz started but before he could finish Stella was out of her seat and rushing to the truck bay.

The others watched her leave.

“How is he?” Boden asked, fully prepared to call in replacements for both his Squad and Truck lieutenants.

“He was great at the scene—collected and professional as always.” Tony answered.

Capp continued. “He kind of shut down in the truck on the way back though. Then again, we all did.”

“It shook him up more than he wanted us to see,” Cruz added. “And now that he doesn’t have a rescue to focus on, I think it’s all hitting him.” 

Boden nodded. He couldn’t imagine what the Squad Lieutenant was feeling. “I’ll call in a floater for Kidd.” He looked at Cruz. “You okay to lead Squad for the rest of shift?”

“Yes Chief.”

… … …

Stella knew Kelly needed to go home after that call. She knew he wouldn’t be in the right headspace to continue the rest of the shift. She would’ve been more worried if he’d tried to fight her and Boden on the decision but the fact that he accepted being sent home without so much as a word told Stella the call had affected him far more than she realized. 

Kelly didn’t say a word the entirety of the ride home or the trip up to the loft. He barely made it in the front door before dropping his bag and heading to take a shower. 

Stella didn’t push or try to get him to talk. She knew he’d come talk to her eventually; she could see it bubbling up just under the surface. 

She tried to keep the nerves at bay while waiting for Kelly to get out of the shower but as ten minutes turned to thirty, Stella became even more worried. She made her way to the bathroom and knocked on the closed door. “Kelly?”

She heard the shower still running but didn’t hear a response from Kelly. Opening the door, Stella entered the bathroom where she found Kelly on the floor of the shower, pushed up against the glass wall with his knees to his chest. Despite not being in the water’s direct stream and the water still being hot, Kelly was shaking. 

Stella grabbed a towel, quickly turned the water off, and knelt down in front of Kelly. She draped the towel around him and it was then that Stella realized Kelly wasn’t shaking from the cold–he was shaking from the hyperventilating sobs wracking his body. Recognizing a panic attack, Stella moved closer to Kelly, the knees and legs of her jeans now thoroughly soaked from the shower floor, and grabbed his hand. “Kelly? Hey, focus on me. I need you to breathe..”

“I - I can’t.” Kelly choked out. 

“Yes you can,” Stella nodded encouragingly. She moved his hand to her chest. “Focus on my breathing.”  

It took several agonizing minutes but Kelly finally managed to get his breathing under control. When Kelly was ready, Stella helped him dry off and get changed and sat him on the couch with a cup of coffee while she quickly ducked into their bedroom to change herself. 

She joined Kelly on the couch and her heart hurt to see his hands still shaking. Stella just hugged him close, vowed to be there for him whenever he was ready to talk, and prayed this was just a blip in his recovery and not an entire setback.

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[catncore]

You are still so defiant. Clearly, you need more time to reconsider.

We will come back when we believe you’ve had enough time to reflect on your actions and are ready to recant. Then, perhaps, we will try this again.

#❛✰.𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐺𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷)◟⋮ 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑢𝑛◞✧ my art. #❛★.𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐸)◟⋮ 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑠◞✧ headcanon. #whump tw #abuse tw #// the higher plane has always been very cruel to him

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Mayday, Mayday

Whumptober 2022: #12. "Mayday, Mayday"

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, gn!reader

Word Count: 1355

TW: Plane Crash, Descriptions of Injuries, Angst, Whump

Notes: Partially inspired by The Interlopers by Saki.

Everything hurts. You feel like you have just been rolled down a hill in a barrel, which in a way might not be an inaccurate description given your surroundings. You are laying on your back on the floor of what is left of what looks like the cockpit of a plane. Straps from a seatbelt harness are still wrapped around you but they are no longer attached to a seat. 

Lifting your head slowly, you can’t help but groan loudly as a fresh wave of pain courses through you. Nothing feels broken, but you won’t be surprised if you are just one massive bruise tomorrow. You try to recall what happened. It takes a second but then you remember Rooster taking you up in one of Mav’s personal planes. A big one he got from a friend and had just finished repairing with Rooster. And then… Suddenly, those last few moments come rushing back to you:

Rooster frantically screamed into the coms while his fingers danced across the dials and switches. “Mayday, Mayday. We are going down and need assistance immediately! I’m sending our coordinates for immediate search and rescue. Send help!”

Nothing but crackling static responded. For just a minute, you thought you heard Maverick’s voice saying something, but it might have just been wishful thinking. 

“Roo…”

His eyes shifted off the controls for just a second to meet yours and he tried to force a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll be okay.” He reached over and pulled your seatbelt tight across your chest before doing the same to his. Then he turned his attention back to landing the stalled-out plane as safely as possible.

And just before you slammed into the ground, Rooster looked at you and whispered, “I love you.”

Rooster! Glancing up, you see that his seat had been torn from the plane and there is no sign of where he ended up. Ignoring the pain, you weakly try to rise to your feet but immediately collapse back to the floor as your right ankle gives out. Trying again, you use what’s left of the control panel to lean your weight on and you manage to remain standing. Your ankle can’t hold your weight but there is enough of the plane left around you that you can use it to lean on as you search for Rooster. 

Taking a few unsteady steps forward, you call out for your boyfriend yet he doesn’t respond so you keep going. Eventually, you reach a part of the plane where it split in two on impact. The gaping hole gives you your first real look at your surroundings outside of your section of the plane. 

You must have crashed up in the mountains somewhere because everything is white with freshly fallen snow. Pieces of the plane lay strewn about, marring the otherwise picturesque landscape. However, there is still no signs of Rooster. You call out to him a few more times but the echo of your voice is the only response you get. 

Just as you are about to head back up to the warmth of the cockpit, a slight movement catches your eye off to the left in a pile of debris. It might have been nothing, but at this point, you are desperate enough to find Rooster that you don’t care. 

The debris is about fifty feet from your section of the plane and it is all open space with nothing for you to hold onto. So, you lower yourself to your knees and begin crawling through the snow. By the time you have crossed about half the distance, you are shivering and soaking wet. Part of you considers turning back and returning to the protection of the cockpit, but just then you see what looks like a combat book sticking out of the debris. 

You charge forward, calling out to Rooster again. When you reach the pile, you hesitate, terrified of what you will find if you move the debris. However, taking a deep breath, you carefully begin shifting through bits and pieces of the plane. Finally, you move a large piece of metal and catch a glimpse of the horrible Hawaiian shirt Rooster had been wearing.

“Rooster!” you shout as you frantically begin shoving pieces off of him as you silently pray he is alright. 

Eventually, you find his face, and as soon as it is clear, you stroke your fingers lightly across his cheek. He stirs slightly and you whisper his name again. His eyes flicker open but then quickly close again as he moans in pain, the sound deep and raw within his throat. 

Brushing the hair off his face, you murmur, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here.”

Slowly, he eases his eyes open again to stare at you, though his face is still pinched in pain. He moves his lips a few times before he manages to say, “W-what happened?”

“The plane crashed. I don’t know why, you just said something about the engine shutting off. But you managed to radio in a distress call so help should be on the way.” You don’t remind him that there hadn’t been a response. “How do you feel? What hurts?”

“Everything,” he muttered. “But mostly my hip and side. It hurts like a bitch.”

“The one you’re laying on?”

“Yeah.”

You can’t take a look at the damage while he is on his side so together you ease him onto his back. Rooster’s face pales to the color of the snow around him and for a moment you think he may pass out, throw up, or both. But he pulls himself together and you lift his shirt to examine his side.

It is a blend of dark reds and purples and is hot to the touch. When your fingers gently brush against his hip, he howls in pain, the sound causing tears to spring to your eyes. He lays there panting and gritting his teeth as he rides out the wave of pain roaring through him but there is nothing you can do to help him. Finally, he relaxes slightly, though he is now covered in a layer of sweat despite the chill of the snow around him. 

Dabbing his forehead with your sleeve, you say, “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to–”

“Not your fault,” he moans weakly. “Just… maybe don’t do that again.”

You nod. There isn’t anything you can do to help him anyway. His hip is most likely broken, if not shattered, and the bruising on his side points to some sort of internal bleeding. Only a doctor can help him now and there is no telling how long it might take to get him to one. If anyone ever finds you at all. 

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. Mostly, I’m just sore. Though I also hurt my ankle. I can’t walk on it.”

He nods, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. We never should have gone for a flight.”

“You couldn’t have known it was going to malfunction, Roo. It’s not your fault. But now, we just need to hang on until they come to get us, okay?”

Something wet brushes your face and you look up to see it has begun snowing again. Neither one of you is dressed for this kind of weather and even if you felt like Rooster was in any condition to move to cover, there was no way you could help him over to the main part of the plane with your ankle. 

So, you lay down beside him, wrapping your arms around his neck to avoid brushing against his side. He shifts you closer, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. Hopefully, your bodies huddled together will keep you warm enough until help arrives. 

After a few minutes, you begin to drift off to sleep. But then a sudden noise causes you to bolt upright as you look around. 

Rooster stirs slightly beside you, having also fallen asleep. “What is it? Help?”

“No…” you say, your voice trembling. You look over at Rooster, terror painted across your face. “Wolves.”

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[shion-yu]

Cabin Pressure

My entry for the spot "New Things" for @hurtcomfort-bingo. 5,366 words, one part, no TWs. Introducing OCs Ryo (toyhouse) and Alex, Shu's adult son. Ft. sick Ryo while away on a work conference with a rival and air travel.

Even though good grades had never been his forte, Ryo had gotten through veterinary school with flying colors. He had an innocent charm that made people gravitate towards him and he'd quickly become the favorite of all his professors. They loved his cheerful energy, his genuine enthusiasm and his kind heart, so he had a job the day he graduated. His classmate, Nathan - valedictorian and class grump - started at the same clinic with him. Ryo was happy to know a face at work already; Nathan was fed up with Ryo before they even began their new jobs.

Their relationship was a love-hate one, although who did the loving and who did the hating was unbalanced. They were the definite Ying and Yang of the clinic, but it surprisingly worked despite their bickering. The two worked skillfully together, each one's strengths making up for the other's weaknesses.

Because they had been in the same class it was assumed they were friendly and work decided it'd be a great idea to send their two new veterinarians to a conference together - with plane tickets next to each other both ways and a hotel room they'd have to share. Neither new DVM had ever been to a conference and they were both very excited - but not necessarily about going together. Nathan, at least, made no attempts to hide his distaste about having to share this experience with Ryo. He didn't want to cause drama at his new job though, so he didn't complain, at least not directly.

On the morning of their departure, Nathan's mother drove him to the airport and bid her goodbyes. As he stood in line for security, Nathan spotted Ryo from afar clearly having an impassioned parting with his boyfriend. Nathan couldn't remember the boyfriend’s name, but he'd seen the blonde guy a few times at various events before and knew he rarely smiled. He seemed very different from Ryo, but opposites attracted. Not him and Ryo though; they were too opposite. Nathan was sure they'd never really be friends.

Ryo took no notice of his audience and after kissing Alex yet again and making him promise he'd take care of himself - "I left healthy meals in the fridge for you, so they better be gone by the time I'm home!" - he waved a final goodbye and got in line for security. Nathan attempted to blend in with the crowd as inconspicuosly as possible, but his bothersome and startlingly white-haired colleague was impossible to avoid once they boarded the plane. Nathan grit his teeth and replied stiffly to Ryo's all-too-cheerful greeting. The conference was only three days long, but because it was out of state they'd be gone for four nights. Nathan wasn’t sure if he was going to survive being paired with Ryo that long without letting him have a piece of his mind, but he bit his tongue for now.

His resolve didn't last long. While the flight was uneventful and so was finding their hotel room, Nathan couldn't hold back any longer when Ryo video chatted his boyfriend and became completely insufferable, oozing affection and sappiness that made Nathan want to puke. It was all "baby" this and "love" that, punctuated by frequent giggles and kisses.

"Jesus, get a room! A different room!" Nathan burst out shamelessly, looking pissed as all get out. He'd lasted longer than he'd expected actually, about twenty minutes into the sickly sweet conversation.

Ryo looked up from his call, surprised at first and then giving Nathan an annoyingly smirk. "Don't tell me you're stuck in the 50s, Nathan," he said.

Nathan huffed. "Not at all. Seriously. You're just annoying as hell."

Ryo glanced back at the call where Alex, who knew only vaguely of Nathan's distaste for his boyfriend, had a confused and concerned look on his face. "Don't worry," Ryo smiled. "He's probably just tired." He ignored the tidbit next to him of 'Yeah, of your yapping.' "I'll call you tomorrow baby. I love you so much, like super much. I wish you were next to me. Okay, bye." He winked and with a quick little air kiss, ended the call.

"You sound like a hung up little girl," Nathan muttered. "Still in your honeymoon phase?"

Ryo chuckled. He didn't take it personally and he was in a good mood from checking on Alex. "No. We've been dating for like... Nine years?" Nathan looked surprised at this answer, which only amused Ryo further. The truth was, he knew why Nathan disliked him and in a slightly mischievous way thought it was funny to poke the beast.

"Well, you could at least go in the hallway if you're gonna talk that long every night," Nathan huffed and turned over. "I'm going to sleep."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite," Ryo chimed.

"That's not even funny," Nathan muttered. He heard Ryo laugh before the lights were turned off. It was going to be a long five days, he thought before he fell asleep.

The first day of the conference went by smoothly. Both Ryo and Nathan really enjoyed themselves, Nathan making an active effort to sit as far away as possible from his former classmate so he didn't have to hear that painfully cheerful laugh any more than he had to. Ryo texted his boyfriend a few times throughout the day just to let him know when he was on a break or lunch, but for the most part he was unavailable by phone until after they'd finished dinner and he was back in their hotel room.

They were both pretty tired at the end of the day, despite how well it went. So Ryo didn't go into the hall because he knew it was be short - he just called Alex on video call and smiled when his boyfriend picked up. At least he used earbuds this time, though. "Hi, my sweet boyfriend." He could feel the other side of the room grow colder and stifled a laugh. "How was your day? I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier. It's really busy all day, and the other days look the same," he explained.

"I'm good. Busy, too," Alex said. Ryo nodded along and whole he didn't actually notice himself doing it, he was absently rubbing his temple to ease a small headache that spread down the side of his slightly pale face. He assumed he was just tired and that it was nothing even worth mentioning. He was far more happy to see his boyfriend's face and get visual confirmation that Alex was doing fine, anyways. Ryo hadn't expected otherwise, but he had valid reasons to worry about Alex being on his own. Sure, Shu was on the other side of town if anything happened, but still.

"The cats asked where the hell ya are," Alex said. "And since you spoil them, I had to get up with 'em at 6am, so thanks for that. Do you like your conference so far?"

"I do! I learned some really interesting things and met some cool people,” Ryo said.

"And Nathan? Is he being any nicer?"

Ryo glanced over at Nathan who was using his phone with his jaw clenched hard. "Nicer, no, but not meaner either. He's not really mean, just a grump. Apparently I'm too loud and smiley is all," Ryo finished with a flourish of a smile. Nathan seemed to be ignoring him clearly talking about him in favor of playing some game. Ryo chuckled, but then that turned into a surprising little sneeze that he didn't have time to hide from the camera. He sniffled, wiping his nose sheepishly. "Excuse me," he said to Alex.

"Bless you," Alex said. "You okay?"

"Thanks, I’m fine," Ryo said. He rubbed his watering eyes. "A bit tired." He yawned which then turned into a second sneeze, rougher than the first one. "Ugh, sorry. The air was really dry on the plane," he explained. "Anyways, I'm heading to bed." Plus if he talked for too long Nathan might kill him. "I'll call you tomorrow night. I love you," he said sweetly and then hung up. Nathan didn't make any comments. Ryo prepared for bed and then fell asleep very quickly. It was good to get some rest after such a busy day.

The second day of the conference went much like the first. Ryo was charming and friendly with everyone and made several connections, which was ultimately what this conference was about. He gave his best smile and a few people even told him they liked his hair. Ryo was used to his hair being his most memorable and defining feature. He figured it helped him stand out - in a good way (hopefully).

The only problem was, Ryo's headache from yesterday seemed not to have gone away with sleep. In fact, it actually felt like it had worsened and his right ear was aching. He rubbed it absently throughout the day, trying to get the pain to go away but to no avail. By the time the day was over, his throat had started to feel scratchy too. Thinking he really didn't want to get sick right now, Ryo decided to chalk it up to dry air and cabin pressure on the flight here. That was common, right? When they were back in the hotel he did purchase some Tylenol and emergen-c from the lobby store, which he downed with the optimistic hope that he’d feel fine tomorrow.

By the time he called Alex, Ryo was ready for bed and so chanced video calling his boyfriend from the room yet again with the expectation that things would be short. Nathan glared at him and smacked his teeth in disapproval from where he was sitting on the other bed. Ryo chuckled and greeted Alex happily when he picked up after only two rings. "Hi baby," Ryo said in a voice that was only a little scratchy, but noticeable to his boyfriend who he talked to every day. "Are you doing okay? Did you eat?"

"I'm fine. I just ate. You sound hoarse," Alex said.

"I'm assuming you ate one of the meals I made for you, not junk food, right?" Ryo asked for his own reassurance. Gosh, he thought, when did he become such a mother hen? He cleared his throat with a grimace and touched his fingertips to the tender area lightly. "My throat's a little sore but I don't think I'll lose my voice," he said optimistically. "I have too much to say!"

"Way too much," Nathan piped in loudly.

Alex frowned. "Want me to beat him up?"

"Shh, don't bother poor Nathan, he's just mad he doesn't have a boyfriend as good as you," Ryo giggled.

"What?! Am not!" That only made Ryo laugh more. Unfortunately this irritated his already sore throat and he ended up falling into a small coughing fit. It didn't sound terrible, but it also didn't sound great. He tried to hide how uncomfortable it was for him and shifted his position on the bed. His body was aching like he'd taken a long walk today, even though he hadn't.

"Maybe you should skip tomorrow. Are you okay?" Alex asked in concern.

Ryo waved one hand in the air casually when he was done coughing. He ears and head were throbbing in time with his body. "Yeah, totally," he said, but he was only partially confident by now. "It's the last day and well... Don't worry about me." He grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and blew his nose loudly. A surprisingly considerable quantity of snot came out. Not the best sign, he thought to himself grimly. "I'll call you tomorrow night. Only tonight and tomorrow and then I'll be with you," he smiled fondly. He looked seriously exhausted though. "Come pick me up, okay?" It was only words, because of course he knew Alex would pick him up.

The morning of the last day of the conference, Ryo's minor aches and pains had turned into a full blown fever overnight. He'd tossed uncomfortably and moaned fitfully in his sleep. It hadn't kept Nathan up, but he'd fallen asleep after Ryo and definately noticed it. Nathan told himself he had no business worrying about anyone else, especially his annoying coworker. However in the morning when they got up and Ryo looked dramatically rougher than yesterday, Nathan couldn't help but feel his stomach pang with pity. He wasn't a total monster after all.

Nathan cleared his throat and asked as casually as possible, "Hey, are you okay?" He hoped his voice maintained a quality of carelessness.

Ryo was slow in responding to him, which was unusual since Ryo always seemed to be able to come up with the peppiest thing to get under his skin in seconds. He was downing a handful of Tylenol when Nathan asked and swallowed before answering. Nathan noticed Ryo winced as he did so, as if it pained him. "Just a little cold," Ryo croaked, putting one thumb up in Nathan's direction. "I'm flattered you care though." Nathan rolled his eyes and decided if Ryo was well enough to still be cheeky, then he was well enough that he didn't need to be worried about.

"You better not get me sick too," Nathan huffed.

"I'll wear a mask," Ryo reassured him. The painful sounding coughs that followed convinced Nathan that it was probably too late anyways. But he told himself that Ryo didn't need someone to fuss over him and if he did, it wouldn't be Nathan of all people.

Ryo was not the focus of Nathan's thoughts for the rest of the day, given they sat separately. He did hear someone coughing and sneezing a lot across the room, but didn't quite connect it to the fact that it was Ryo until he saw his roommate at lunch looking, well, god awful. His face was flushed red and despite continuing to interact with other people, he looked completely exhausted. At least he’d bothered to put on a mask now.

Ryo didn't just look bad, he felt bad. He was still telling himself it was just a little cold, but the headache, earache and now fever seemed to be persistent despite the Tylenol he was consistently drugging himself with. It was the last day though, which was important for getting peoples' contact information and sealing connections, so he pushed himself despite getting progressively colder and achier throughout the day. He fielded off any texts from Alex asking how he was doing with some particularly cheerful emojis and forced himself not to drag his feet. By dinner - which was a big event because of it being the last night - Ryo had zero appetite and the thought of eating seemed repulsive. But he went anyways, trying to stifle his coughs and sneezes with some success and ignoring the mix of worried and annoyed glances he was getting. Afterward dinner, almost everybody was going to the hotel bar. Ryo didn't feel up to more, let alone drinking, but again it seemed important and so he forced himself to go and ordered a shot of fireball in the hopes that it'd warm him from the inside out.

He decided to call Alex before he forgot and it became too late. He sequestered himself into a quieter corner of the hall, pulling the mask down to his chin. No video though, it was too chaotic and anyways, Alex didn’t need to see how rough he looked now. Alex picked up quickly. "Hi baby,” Ryo said. “Everyone is going to the bar now, so by the time we're done I bet you'll be asleep. So I wanted to say goodnight and I can't wait to see you tomorrow!" His feeble voice left little to the imagination even without a video.

"You sound sick as hell," Alex said right away. "Go to bed."

Ryo chuckled hoarsely. It didn't sound very encouraging. "Maybe I have a little cold," he admitted before he could stop himself. It seemed fireball on a mostly empty stomach was hitting his already woozy head harder than he'd expected. He pulled the phone away from his warm cheek and muffled a sneeze that was much more painful than the ones yesterday. He resisted the urge to groan and pinched the bridge of his nose as if it would ease the pain in his head. "I'll sleep on the couch when I get home and wear a mask, so don't hug me too tight," he instructed Alex. His heart hurt a little saying those words because all he wanted was to be in his boyfriend's arms at the moment.

"Are you stupid? I'm going to take care of you,” Alex snorted, direct as always.

Ryo sighed, which made him cough for a moment. "Okay, well, still. Keep your distance," Ryo said. "I'm still happy to see you tomorrow though. Bye baby. Love you." He hung up before Alex could nag him any more.

Ryo managed to drink another beer and suffer through a few more fruitful interactions between he genuinely felt like he was going to pass out. Everything seemed to be floating by him as if he were on a cruise and he was quite surprised when Nathan slid next to him, eyed him critically, and then shook his head. "You definately should not be drinking," he heard his hotel roommate say critically. "Go to bed. You look terrible."

Ryo raised a tired eyebrow but shook his head, too worn to come up with a witty response other than, "Gee thanks. I'm fine." He said this with the conviction only someone with Ryo's specific brand of idiocy could muster. "It’s just a cold."

Nathan snorted. "You said that this morning, but you clearly have a fever." To Ryo's surprise Nathan placed the back of his hand against his cheek to feel how hot it was. He tried to hold back the small groan that escaped his lips, but the cool feeling of another person's skin just felt so good. God he missed Alex. "You're burning up." Ryo’s eyes fluttered open and was disappointed when Alex wasn't the person sitting across from him. Still, the look of genuine concern on Nathan's face gave him enough energy to push Nathan's hand away with a tight smile.

"I'm-"

"If you say you're fine again, I'm seriously going to punch you," Nathan snapped. Ryo shut up. He stayed silent, though now in shock as Nathan grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the bar stool. He was then forcibly led to the elevator, stumbling with dizziness. He opened his mouth to complain, but the glare from Nathan was enough to keep him quiet until they got to their room and Nathan sat him on the bed with his hands on Ryo's shoulders. "Sleep, you moron," Nathan insisted angrily.

Ryo was way too tired to argue and at this point, had no energy to call Alex again. Alex was on his mind though, and he couldn't help but smile to himself thinking about how he'd be reunited with his boyfriend tomorrow. Regardless, he wasn't aware that his phone had now died, leaving any call attempts Alex may or may not have made for the rest of the evening to go directly to voicemail and his texts to go unread.

Ryo fell asleep quickly. Vaguely, he remembered someone trying to wake him up around one in the morning, shaking his shoulder and saying something quite loudly. He whined and shut his eyes tightly to ward off the light that had been turned on. He heard whoever it was sigh and then a cold washcloth was placed on his forehead. He moaned and tried to pull the thing off, but the frustrated other party growled and forced if back into place.

"Jesus, how does he deal with you every day? Nine years... How the hell?" Some level of recognition regarding the scenario processed in Ryo's brain and even so sick, he couldn't help but laugh. "If you're conscious enough to laugh at me then you're fine," he heard Nathan huff, which only made him chuckle more until he was stopped by his own harsh coughing. The deep voice grew gentler and he felt a hand on his back rubbing circles until the coughing died down. "Just go back to sleep. We'll be home tomorrow."

The night felt like it lasted so much longer than it did. By morning Nathan was exhausted and agitated from having to play nurse all night. He scowled as he had to physically support Ryo into the rideshare they took to the airport. Ryo's fever, despite Nathan's reluctant tending overnight (prompted by a series of pained moans and violent shaking that even Nathan hadn't been able to ignore), had not gone down at all. In fact it seemed to be even higher. Nathan would rather drop Ryo off at a hospital to be their problem, but they were in an unfamiliar place with a flight to catch. He just needed to drag Ryo home and hand him over to his boyfriend, Nathan told himself a little desperately.

When they exited the cab, Nathan hoisted Ryo out of the car, throwing one of Ryo's arms around his shoulders for support. Ryo could walk at least, but he seemed totally out of it and unaware of what was happening. Nathan was kind of glad for that though, because he wouldn't have been able to bear the humiliation of Ryo being fully conscious during all of this. He half dragged Ryo through security and luckily Ryo wasn't stopped with the suspicion of being drunk, although Nathan wasn't sure how. Maybe Ryo's charm extended so far it could even trick TSA, Nathan thought dryly. The same routine applied as he got Ryo onto the plane and buckled him in, muttering an embarassed, "Excuse me" as he did the all too intimate task for his rival.

Most of the flight went fine. Nathan kept Ryo medicated even though it didn't seem to do anything and tolerated Ryo slumping over to sleep on his shoulder. At least he wasn't saying annoying stuff, Nathan thought to himself. And thank God it was a direct flight.

It was when they began their descent that Ryo seemed to regain awareness for all the wrong reasons. At first he was just covering his ears with his hands, but then Nathan realized he was crying in pain. He touched Ryo's shoulder nervously and the pathetic look of desperation that he got in response seriously scared him.

"My head's gonna explode. It hurts so bad," Ryo whimpered, tears streaming down his blotchy face. Nathan didn't know what to do. He didn't have any experience in helping someone with this, but he knew if Ryo's head had hurt before it was probably unbearable now. He settled for resting one hand on Ryo's knee and squeezed. Ryo placed his hand over Nathan's and held on so tight it hurt.

The remaining descent was a nightmare for both of them. Ryo was doubled over in pain worse than anything he'd ever experienced before and Nathan was terrified that Ryo's ears were actually going to explode. Eventually though, they reached the runway. Nathan waited for everyone else to get off the plane first before he tried to get Ryo off, not wanting to draw attention from the other passengers.

"Ryo, get up," he said gruffly, trying to pull his schoolmate up by the armpit. He froze when Ryo clapped his hand over his mouth and looked at Nathan in panic. "Shit, are you gonna barf?" Ryo nodded frantically and Nathan didn't spare another second before yanking him up and aggressively throwing Ryo into the plane bathroom just in time. One of the stewardesses came to move them along with an inpatient expression which softened when she heard the noises from inside the toilet and let them be.

Nathan waited about five minutes before he knocked. "Ryo, we gotta get off," he said. "Are you alive?" No answer. Nathan waited another thirty seconds before he yanked the door open and saw Ryo looking deathly pale, barely supporting himself against the sink from falling on the floor. He looked at Nathan with teary, guilty eyes. There was vomit on his chin.

"Shouldn'ta drank last night," he rasped, like this was the reason behind the puking and not the unbearable head pain that had made him puke. Nathan made a distasteful face in response at both the vomit and the feeling of exasperation washing over him. They were almost at the finish line, he told himself. "Let's go. Your boyfriend is waiting," Nathan said. He grabbed one of the towels and wiped Ryo's chin off, throwing the paper into the toilet in disgust and then pulling Ryo down the aisle.

The promise of reuniting with his beloved seemed to give Ryo just enough energy to get off the plane and allow Nathan to drag him through the airport to arrivals, where he quickly spotted Alex waiting for Ryo. A wave of intense relief washed over Nathan. Alex immediately looked worried as soon as he saw Nathan supporting Ryo until Nathan basically shoved Ryo into Alex's arms.

"Here, he's yours. He's sick as hell and owes me big time," Nathan snapped. He honestly never wanted to see Ryo again. Except maybe to make sure he was alive, that'd be good. Then he stalked off to find his mom, ignoring any words of protest and leaving Alex alone to support his boyfriend and his raging temperature.

Ryo was pretty out of it and just happy to be reunited with Alex who had to half drag, half support him back to the car. Ryo stared at the high step up into the truck for a long moment as if the task of getting in were too hard for him to comprehend, but eventually he crawled in with a boost from Alex. He leaned back in the passenger seat, breathing hard and fast.

Alex began to drive, glancing up frequently at his miserable boyfriend. "Ryo, wake up," he said. "What hurts?"

"Hurts? Um... My ears... And head... And everything else." He gave a delirious chuckle.

Alex stopped at urgent care on the way home to get Ryo checked out. He was really worried - he hadn’t expected Ryo to be this sick. Plus, Ryo was better at doing this kind of stuff - the planning and caring and tending to. Ryo leaned against him and his hot cheek felt like it seared Alex's shoulder. They gave Roy a test for flu and strep, which came back positive for strep.

“It looks like a nasty sinus infection with a double ear infection, too,” the doctor told them. Ryo was leaning against Alex, trusting Alex to deal with it all now. It was such a relief to not have to push himself anymore. He knew Alex would take care of him. “He’s lucky his eardrums didn’t actually pop," the doctor added. Alex wasn’t sure why he had to say that and glared at him.

Ryo slept much of the next twenty four hours after the ordeal of getting home. The following day he was lying on the couch dazed and feverish with a blank look in his eyes. Sinus infections could be a funny thing. While rarely extremely serious, they often just seemed to stick around imparting misery as the main symptom. For Ryo this was true, especially when combined with the strep throat have gave him a fever that just didn't want to break despite Alex staying on top of medications. The stress on Ryo's body from travel and especially from the pressure of the plane had made things worse than they probably would have been under normal circumstances. His head felt fuzzy and heavy, and he seemed unable to get through many coherent thoughts before losing focus.

"Nathan took care of me, baby," Ryo mumbled as Alex stroked his hair. "He did a good job. I'll have to make it up to him somehow."

"You don't owe him anything," Alex said. Ryo's head was in his lap on the couch and he could feel how warm Ryo still was despite Tylenol. "It's not like you got sick on purpose."

"I guess not. I'll still buy him a gift card or something though. I'm pretty annoying." Alex didn't disagree with that. Ryo was excitable at best and unbearably loud at worst. He was a hard core introvert's nightmare and Alex himself had been intimidated and annoyed by him when they first met. He didn't think Nathan had to be that rude to Ryo though. Only Alex was allowed to be that rude to him.

That evening, Alex was in the kitchen warming up some light soup out of a can on the stove. Ryo had little to no appetite, but Alex insisted he had to eat something. It was reverse from their usual position, which amused Ryo because Ryo was always the one insisting that Alex eat something that didn't come out of a plastic wrapper. He had on a big sweater, wool socks and their two warmest blankets on top, yet he still felt cold. His face was terribly pale other than his flushed cheeks and he was sniffling pathetically every few seconds. In a way he still felt like he was on the plane - like there was some pressure coming from inside his head that threatened to burst out painfully everywhere: his eyes, his ears, his nose. He wanted to help Alex tidy the house after his days away, because of course Alex had fallen behind on the chores. But all he could do was lie there miserably.

Alex came over with the bowl of soup and sat at Ryo's feet, handing it to him. Or attempted to, but Ryo shook his head and kept his arms planted under his blanket pile. "You need to eat," Alex sighed in annoyance.

"I'm weak," Ryo whined dramatically. "Help me."

Alex rolled his eyes, but spoon fed Ryo the soup anyways. "Dont make eye contact with me," Alex snapped at him when Ryo made yet another laughably doe eyed baby face. "I'll spill it all over you."

"Then you'd have to clean it up," Ryo said confidently.

"Then you'd be covered in soup and you'd have to clean it up," Alex muttered.

"Alex, move, ahh-" Alex yanked a spoonful of soup away just in time to avoid letting Ryo spray it all over him from the force of several harsh sneezes. Ryo groaned in pain. "I'mb sorry," he rasped out. Sneezing was seriously painful given his raw throat and aching head.

"It's okay, I got out of the way in time," Alex reassured him. He glanced down at the bowl to find it half empty. "Are you full?"

"Yes," Ryo sniffled. "Ugh. This is the worst sinus infection I've ever had." He rubbed his forehead which was throbbing with sinus pressure.

"I'm sorry, Ry," Alex said sympathetically. He tried to think of anything else be could do, but he was hardly a natural born caretaker. Still, he racked his brain until he came up with something Shu had done for him once when he had strep throat that had been surprisingly comforting. "I could read to you. Might distract you."

"Really?" Ryo asked in surprise. Alex was rarely so tender. "That does sound nice, but... What's the catch?"

"There is no catch, asshole," Alex huffed. "Do you want there to be one? I obviously don't have to read to you if you don't want me to. Forget I asked." He was blushing and Ryo knew he had to run damage control before this became an argument.

"No! I want you to," Ryo reassured his short-tempered partner. "I was just surprised. Read to me, please. It sounds nice.”

Alex nodded and grabbed the book he’d been reading recently off the bedside table. He didn’t bother giving any context - he knew Ryo wouldn’t care and would soon fall asleep. He just read from where he was while petting Ryo’s head on his lap until he heard Ryo’s congested breath turn into even snores. He put the book down and leaned over to kiss Ryo his head hot temple. Ryo would bounce back from this in no time, Alex thought to himself. He wasn’t worried. But he would take care of his lover for as long as he needed to, no strings attached.

#shionwrites #sick while traveling #kinda a slow ramp up bc I was introducing the characters but the juicy stuff happens in the second half #and by juicy I mean suffering #sick on a plane #reluctant caretaker #sickfic #whump #male whump #sick whump #fever whump #oc: Ryo #oc: Alex #hurt comfort #hurtcomfortbingo #new things #one very small mention of emeto #illness whump #flu whump

[nebbun]

Headcannon to how Cole might respond to marshmallow dying in front of him?

✧˚.⋆ Ask

☁︎ Cole responds to your death ☁︎

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Tags: Death, suicide, cannibalism, self-harm, somewhat graphic.

Please note that while I enjoy romanticising darker topics in my writing, I do not encourage suicide or self-harm irl ♡

It's an accident.

> Cole is stalking you. He has to keep you safe, right? That, and it's just so satisfying to watch you go about your errands, unaware of the protective presence watching over you.

> He's a brilliant guardian, and he'd never let anything bring you harm... But his obsession may be your downfall.

> A day like any other, and he's watching you like always, fantasising about how your skin might feel under his hands, the way you might gasp his name...

> His eyes catch on the curve of your neck, and he shudders, enraptured. He wants to sink his teeth into it.

> You step forward, and he moves to follow, languid grin on his li—

BEEEEEP-!

> Caught up in everything you, Cole hadn't seen the oncoming traffic. Hadn't noticed you step out before the light fully turned. There's a sickening crunch when you hit the ground, and he's at your side in an instant.

> But it's already too late. Your landing was fatal, neck twisted at an odd angle, eyes unseeing and cloudy, staring blankly up at him. Someone's yelling from nearby, but it's incoherent to Cole.

> Cole, who adores you. Cole, who's spent every waking moment dedicated to you. Cole, now cradling your corpse and refusing to let go. When someone tries to get his attention by shaking him, he lashes out with teeth and claws. They do not try again.

> Eventually, he does move... But he takes you with him. He doesn't care who sees him now, only that he gets you to somewhere safe, somewhere he can protect you, always.

> When he gets home, he lays your body in his bed, pressing trembling lips to your forehead. He's trying to keep his composure, but he can't stop shaking.

> He ends up just... Lying there with you for a while, lost to the shock of it all. This shouldn't have happened— He should've been better, and now you're dead, and it's all his fault—

> It's only when he tastes blood that he realises he's been gnawing the skin of his hands, desperate to ground himself, like this was a bad dream he could awaken from.

> Your body is cold now, and the lack of warmth makes him spiral. For a moment, Cole considers killing someone — the driver, perhaps — if only to feel alive again, but opts not to.

> What's the point, if you'll never smile for him again?

> He needs you. He needs you. He can't live without you, it's driving him crazy. Even in death, you're perfect, lips parted just so, hair framing your face, and he'd tucked down your eyelids earlier... You simply looked like you were asleep, if he ignored the dried blood and broken bones.

> Cole nuzzles into your throat, mouthing at the skin, warming it with his breath. No matter how much he tries, however, you stay cold.

> His lapping becomes rougher, and a frenzied energy builds. With a soft sob, he bites into your neck, hard and deep, until a chunk comes away into his mouth.

> Your blood, your flesh, spreading over his tongue, finally— finally warm now that you're inside of him. It's the way it should be, the way it was always destined to be.

> The only way he can protect you now... Is to keep you closer than anyone else ever could.

> Cole works away at your body, but leaves your face untouched— Even in death, he couldn't bear to damage it. Piece by piece, you're joined with him. He knows it will probably take days to consume all of you.

> And days later, when you're gone, and Cole is well and truly alone... That is when he will join you.

> If he continues living, whatever parts of you that remain inside of him will eventually dissipate.

> Not to mention, there's no point to his life anymore. The world is grey, dull, meaningless. Again, he had tried to hunt, but he can't find anyone he wants to kill more than himself. He needs to see you again, be with you, no matter what awaits him on the other side.

> Lying in his bed, amidst the fading smell of you, and the long-dried stains of your blood, Cole retrieves a familiar knife.

> He's skilled with the blade, he knows the right spot to make it quick. Pressing the tip to his skin, he'd take a slow breath, eyes fluttering when he can almost see your face amidst the shadows on the ceiling.

> Soon... Soon, you'll be in his arms again. He'll make sure of it.

> Next time, he'll keep you safer, lock you away somewhere only he knows. You'll live a long life, safe under his loving care.

> For the first time in days, a weary smile graces his lips... And then his mouth twists at the icy agony of the knife, buried in his flesh.

> He thinks of you inside him. He thinks of you waiting for him. He presses harder.

> Just... A few more... Seconds...

> It hurts so much. He can only think of you.

"Cole..?"

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#cole x reader #cole #cole blush blush #whump #blush blush #suicide tw #death tw #cannibalism tw #bunny astral plane—! #sniffle

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Hey just asking, what is a “whumpee”? I’ve never heard the term before

Ok, so...in order to explain what a whumpee is, one must first understand what whump is. I explained it to the best of my ability here.

Now that you've read that, a whumpee is a character that gets hurt or receives care in the aforementioned media of choice. The victim/patient, so to speak.

Yeah...I get hurt a lot...best not to think about it too much...

I hope this helps. ^^

#answered asks #sweet skittles posting #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #infinite-planes

[rosieblogstuff]

The seatbelt is all that’s now holding Jack into the plane, but if Mac gets him down, he’ll need to have somewhere to sit him where he won’t end up wet with melted snow. The ground near the airplane’s body is a mixture of chewed-up dirt and a couple inches of snow. “I need to get some supplies from the back,” Mac says. “You okay for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll just hang out,” Jack deadpans.

Mac has to climb onto the wing and slither through a broken window to get into the back of the plane, and then he has to lean against the seats for a minute to clear his head. Once he’s steady again, he pries the under-seat bins open. It’s a smorgasbord of supplies: one of Phoenix’s well-stocked first aid kits, a tight wad of generic spare clothes, an emergency kit, extra tac gear, including vests, gloves, guns, and ammo, and few other odds and ends. He also finds two middling-weight jackets with the logo of the shell company they’d been using for cover. He stops to pull on two extra t-shirts and the smaller jacket. He drops the rest of his finds out the window onto the wing as he collects them.

“How are you doing, Jack?” he asks around the seat backs that separate the cluster of passenger seats from the front. There should have been a backup battery somewhere for charging a phone, but he can’t find it.

“Thinking about Nigeria,” Jack says slowly. “You remember how hot it was?”

“Yeah, and I remember how much it stank like burning oil,” Mac says. “And how we almost cooked ourselves.”

“Sure did. But it was warm.”

“I found you a jacket. Wish I’d found a sat phone. Or even a tarp and a rope.” Mac gives up his frantic searching and pauses to look around.

(Continued on ao3)

#macgyver #fanfiction #jack dalton #angus macgyver #whump #plane crash #field medicine