OCTOBER APPROACHES!

OCTOBER APPROACHES!

And so does Whumptober 2019! Feast your eyes on this year’s gut-wrenchingly glorious Prompt List, and get inspired to create some killer content starting October 1st. There are some changes to the tagging system from last year, so be sure to give the attached Event information a read! If after reading you still have questions, feel free to send an ask to @whumptober2019​ or reach out to the event creator, @la-vie-en-whump​ !

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

-Kat

The official Prompt List, Event information, and FAQs are all transcribed below the cut.

Keep reading

The worse the explanation, the better.

the 7 deadly sins of being a writer

self-doubt

procrastination

sleep deprivation

jealousy

wailing (despair)

notebook lust

horrifying comma use

Whumptober - 1. Shaky Hands

Working on Whump-tober

Peter reaches out and pulls the soldering iron from Tony’s hand, “I can do it.”

“Peter,” Tony sighs, reaching to take it back.

“I can do it,” Peter insists and butts in against the workbench, smiling at the older man, “Really, don’t worry about it.”

Tony backs off and leans on the side of the bench to watch him, curling his right hand into a fist. Fortunately, Peter’s been patient with him over the past few months, but it’s been seventy-five days since the snap, he should be able to use his arm by now.

Peter glances at him and their gazes catch.

“Relax,” the kid tells him, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It /is/ that big of a deal,” Tony says, turning away from him and slamming his fist down on the metal surface, feeling it bend under his hand, “I’m a mechanic, this is my life. If I can’t do this-”

“There are plenty of other things you can do, if this is the end of the line here,” Peter says from behind him and Tony tenses when the hand touches his waist, guiding him back around, “You almost died, you’re lucky to be alive. Come on, your physical recovery has been practically unheard of-”

“It’s not enough.”

Peter sighs and takes Tony’s hand in his, “You’ve just gotta be patient.”

“Yeah?” Tony tests, brows narrowing, “And what if they’re always like this?”

“Then you’ll find a way to fix it,” Peter says confidently, smiling, “You always do. You’ll fix it, Mr. Stark. And if you can’t? You’ll find a way around it.”

Tony has a hard time believing it, but the kid’s optimism is a bit contagious.

“Why do you gotta be so damn positive all the time, kid?” he growls in annoyance, “Anyone ever tell you how /dangerous/ hope is?”

Peter shrugs, “No,” he motions back, “Now can you let me do this? You’re slowing down a process here,” he complains, mimicking Tony’s chiding dad-tone perfectly.

“Fine, fine, solder away,” he flits his hands out, “Don’t let me stop you.”

“I don’t plan to.”

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Whumptober - 2. Explosion

1, took this second one a bit literal XP

Tony’s nearly knocked to the ground of his room, FRIDAY sending up an alert in the lab and he bolts out of his room, leaving the door open as he sprints down the hall

Down the flights of stairs and pushing open the lab door, it falls off its hinges and he quickly sees why.

The entire room has been blown open to the elements, rubble and unfinished projects scattered everywhere, the grass around the outside charred like the rest of it.

“Peter?” he says numbly, stepping outside and then running out over the grass when he sees Peter laying out nearly twenty yards away.

He reaches him, dropping to his knees and tentatively reaching out, but not touching him.

“Peter? Hey, kid, hey-” Tony touches his face, cupping his cheeks, “Peter!”

Peter’s eyes snap open and he starts coughing, “Mr. Stark?” he asks, voice small, and then his eyes roll back and he passes out.

Tony tries to wake him a few more times, but Peter’s completely unresponsive.

“FRI, get the med team, I’m bringing him in.”

“On it, boss.”

Starker!Makeup drabbles for Peter’s return to the MCU… it’s a bit meta. 

Part 1 and 2, Part 3, Part 4

I may have gotten a little Dom-y with this one, wherps...

Tony peers back out into the bedroom, frowning, “Peter?” he checks the kitchen and dining room, “FRI, where’s the kid?”

“Peter is downstairs, working in the lab, boss.”

“Jesus, you think he couldn’t stay out of there for one day,” he huffs, smiling and heading downstairs, pushing open the door quietly and slinking over to the workbench Peter’s standing at.

“You know I have super hearing, right?” Peter asks and Tony almost throws himself back dramatically, surprised.

He stops, turning to the one nearest and trying to feign innocence, “Uh, yeah, of course I do. Trying to sneak up on you would be really, really foolish. Especially since I’m a genius, I would never make that kind of rookie mistake, not in a million years.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“You’re… oh,” Peter chuckles and glances at him, “Right, yeah, I guess so.”

Tony winks at him the moment their gazes lock, “Listen,” he clears his throat and moves over to Peter, “It’s been a few hours since I had my hands on you and, I gotta be honest… I’m going a little crazy.”

“Tony,” Peter gives him a look, “We can’t fuck /all/ day.”

“And we haven’t been,” Tony says innocently, smiling wide, “Not /all/ day. Just like… some of the day.”

“Tony-”

Tony moves in and kisses him, backing him against the workbench and lifting him to sit him on it, “I just want… you know, some attention.”

Peter sighs and looks at him like he’s /trying/ to be upset, but there’s the ghost of a smile that spoils everything, “Fine, fine. The sacrifices I make.”

“I know, baby, I’ll make it up to you,” Tony says lowly, palming the front of Peter’s jeans, “How about I take you out to eat tonight, hm? Something nice? Give the media a little tease of things to come… let them see that you’re back where you belong?”

Peter laces his fingers together behind Tony’s head, moaning when Tony drags his palms up the kid’s thighs, “I like the sound of that.”

“Mmm, I thought you might,” Tony pushes up the hem of his shirt, tracing his fingers up under, “My baby likes being the /center/ of attention, doesn’t he?”

“I-” Peter’s voice breaks off with a sharp whimper when Tony drags the rough pad of his thumb over Peter’s left nipple, “Yes,” he says helplessly, his legs clenching at Tony’s waist, “I… can… you…”

Tony lifts a brow, waiting, but Peter stammers more, “Take your time, baby. What are you trying to ask me?”

“Please…”

“Please what?” Tony breathes against his lips, their mouths barely touching, “Use your words.”

It’s always so easy to work Peter up from nothing. Taking him from mild interest to a puddle of goo in less than a minute. The poor kid couldn’t even speak properly.

Peter reaches out tentatively, touching Tony’s face.

“Ah,” he turns to nip a sensitive fingertip, “Better?”

“More,” Peter says, moaning when Tony takes his index finger into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the underside and then sucking slowly, “Mr. Stark-”

Tony smirks and pulls back, taking Peter’s small wrist in his hand and doing the same to each finger in turn until Peter’s sweating and tensing against him, clutching at his shirt with his free hand and tearing the fabric as he tries to rock forward.

“Nope, mm,” Tony holds his hip in place, moving his own back out of reach, “Not all at once, you know it’s better.”

“But-”

“Shh,” Tony touches his chin, turning his eyes back up, “I’m not gonna leave you out to dry, am I?”

Peter blushes and shakes his head, “No.”

“Right,” Tony confirms, “What does daddy give you?”

“What I need.”

“When?”

Peter shudders, “When… when I need it-”

“And not before,” they say together, Tony reaching out to run his fingers through Peter’s hair.

“Good boy.”

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