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serickswrites · 2 months

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When You Can't Run

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

"If you can't run you walk. If you can't walk you crawl. And if you can't crawl, I'll carry you."

Those were the words Team Leader always preached to their team. Team Leader would never let their team give up. Would never let a member fall behind. And they would never leave a teammate behind.

Team Leader trailed behind Teammate One. They felt like they had been walking for hours, but knew it had likely on been half an hour since they escaped Whumper's compound by the skin of their teeth. Teammate One had really stood up and taken charge the moment it became clear it was their time to run.

Team Leader was glad for that. They didn't think they were up for much of anything they were so weak. It wasn't the days of torture that had them so weak. Nor was it the minimal food and water that had them so weak. It was the deeply infected wound on the small of their back that had them so weak.

But they had to keep going. They had to get out of there. And Teammate One wasn't likely to leave them behind if Team Leader said they would wait here for rescue while Teammate One ran for help. Teammate One would never leave anyone behind.

"You ok, Team Leader? I can slow down if you like." Teammate One peered over their shoulder.

Team Leader shook their head. They could feel the blood dripping down their back as the wound reopened for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "I'm right behind you."

"You always said to us 'when you can't run you walk,' so let's just walk together." Teammate One slowed down until their strides matched Team Leader's clumsy ones. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Just a little under the weather. Days of torture, you know," Team Leader joked, though they couldn't quite muster the energy to smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty shitty, wasn't it?" Teammate One said as they faced forward, though they kept one eye on Team Leader.

Team Leader nodded weakly as they stumbled. Teammate One grabbed their shoulder and was the only reason they didn't face plant on the dirt in front of them. "I.....I....I thinkkkkkk I......I.....I nnnneeeedddd y-y-you tttttto d-d-d-d-oooo th-th-the rest....st...st," Team Leader mumbled, unable to bring themself to say the rest of the words they always told their team.

"Team Leader?" Teammate One shouted as Team Leader's knees gave out and they collapsed. "Team Leader!"

Team Leader fainted dead away in Teammate One's grasp. They didn't hear Teammate One's frantic shouts. Didn't hear Teammate One's gasp as Teammate One finally found the wound on their back. And they didn't hear Teammate One curse as Teammate One lifted them.

"Don't you dare quit on me, Team Leader. I will carry you. And when you're awake, we are going to have a discussion about amending our team motto." Teammate One ran as fast as they could through the forest, Team Leader clutched tightly in their arms. They would get Team Leader to safety. Team Leader couldn't crawl, and so they would carry Team Leader the whole way home.

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whump-kia · 8 months

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something about keeping secrets. "tell no one about this," tugging a shirt sleeve over deep purple bruises on their wrists, "no one will ever believe you," the trembling of a lip debating to speak up, the biting down of teeth at the decision not to, the tears and the shaking and the fear and the unbearable relief when somebody finally knows.

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #kidnapping tw #abuse tw #hiding wounds #hidden injury

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 6 months

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Whump Prompt #1311

TW: EMETOPHOBIA / VOMIT

Anon asked: Do you have any prompts/ideas for a caretaker caring for a sick character who is terrified of throwing up?

I have a couple:

“The more you try to stop it the worse it’ll be, y’know.” / “You’re making that up.” / “Maybe to stop you gagging, but seriously, better out than in.”

“Please, I don’t want to - it burns!”

Maybe the whumpee has a history of being forced to throw up/a serious illness.

Maybe the last time they did, they threw up blood due to a serious underlying injury/illness.

"I'll hold your hair if that's what you're worried about." / "Don't you dare."

Your whumpee could just be embarrassed, so the more shameless (or perhaps shy) caretaker takes them through their own embarrassing memories (drunken nights, illnesses, throwing up in front of someone because they're so excited/scared/anxious).

^ "Seriously, [whumpee] you throwing up from an illness is the most mundane thing imaginable. Everyone does it. The King of England does."

Maybe the whumpee has bad memories of being sick and alone, throwing up whatever's in their stomach. When the caretaker finds this out, they make sure to keep the whumpee comfortable - maybe giving them blankets/pillows and making sure their clothes are fresh and their mouth is clean after each bout.

#emetophobia tw #vomit tw #throwing up tw #whump #writing #prompts #angst #embarrassment #sickfic #illness #fever #comfort #hidden injuries #vomiting blood

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kabie-whump · 14 days

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 15 !!!

Prompt: Hidden injury / Outnumbered / “I’m sorry.” Additional content: implied character death, blood

Whumpee and Caretaker crouch behind the safety of a wall, both panting and sweaty. Things have gone quiet for now, but there’s no doubt that the calm will end as soon as their attackers find them.

“We can do this,” Caretaker gasps. They know it’s a little too optimistic when they’re so heavily outnumbered, but optimism is all they have left. Optimism and Whumpee. “We’re together.”

“Caretaker…”

“We’ll be okay as long as we’re together.”

“Caretaker.”

Caretaker looks up at Whumpee. There’s a grave look on their face as they lean heavily against the wall.

Something’s wrong.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m sorry.” Whumpee sounds like they’re on the verge of tears. “Caretaker… I’m so sorry.”

“Whumpee, you’re scaring me.”

Whumpee moves their hands from their stomach, revealing a mess of blood staining their palms.

Caretaker’s heart sinks. “What…”

“I didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to… To stress you out.”

“Well I’m fucking stressed out now!”

Whumpee flinches, and Caretaker’s face falls.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. Let me see.” They move in close, examining the wound.

It’s bad. So bad that they can’t comprehend how Whumpee managed to hide it for so long. It must be agony. “You…” Caretaker blinks back tears. “You’ll be okay, okay? We can get through this.”

Whumpee gives a weak smile. Their eyes have gone unfocused, their skin pale and clammy. “Keep saying that? Please?”

Caretaker takes their hand, openly crying now. “You’re okay,” they sob. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

#character death #injury #hidden injury #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 15 #outnumbered #“I'm sorry.”#blood tw #whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas

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just-whump-and-suffering · 2 months

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Koisuru Keigo 24 Ji

#koisuru keigo 24 ji #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #jdrama #japanese drama #tw blood #stabbed #hidden injury #sudden collapse #concerned friends #tw hospital #hospitalised #intubation #ep 08 #ep 09 #hikaru iwamoto #bodyguard whump

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suspensefulpen · 5 months

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Whumpcember Day 7: Fainting

TW: Fainting

@whumpcember

Caretaker was getting ready for bed when his phone rang. He raised a brow, glancing at the clock. Who’s calling me this late at night? He quickly answered once he saw the name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“…Caretaker?”

“Yes? What’s wrong Whumpee?”

“Is it… Is it okay if I–” There was a pause, a pained whine could only be heard. “Come to your house?”

“Yes, of course. You know you’re always welcomed here Whumpee. Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine I just….really need someone to talk to right now. Can I come over? Like…now?”

“Yes, you can come over. I’ll get the guest room ready for you.”

“Okay. Thank you…”

“Always.”

Caretaker placed his phone on the bedside table. He grabbed a freshly washed blanket and placed it on the bed in the guest room. He fluffed the pillows, making sure they were nice and comfy. He was also sure to turn up the heat just a little so his guest would be warm. It shocked him that Whumpee was knocking at the door ten minutes later. How did he get there so fast? Whumpee lives further than ten minutes away. Was he speeding to get there?

Caretaker opened the door and Whumpee stood on the other side of the frame with a somewhat unreadable expression.

“Whumpee is everything alright? How did you get here so fast?”

“I just… I really needed to get here. So I can talk to you… It’s really important. Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course. Come on.” Caretaker stepped to the side.

“Thank you.” Instead of going anywhere, Whumpee stood still. Staring with a glazed expression.

Caretaker raised a brow. “Whumpee? Are you not coming in?”

He shook his head slowly. “I’m so sorry…”

“What do you–”

Whumpee’s eyes rolled shut as gravity pulled him to the ground, his body colliding with the floorboards with a dull thud.

#whumpcember2023 #whumpcember #whump #whump writing #suspense #fainting whump #fainting tw #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #writers on tumblr #hidden injury

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lights-out-knives-out · 7 months

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New boy who's life ain't going great

I apologize for the misspellings my computer hates me

I dont even know what kind of warnings to put on here. We've got Bad parents, carewhumper, medical trauma anddd panic attack

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"Uh Boss? There's somthing you need to see."

Carter looked up from the work on his desk, visibly iritated. "What problem have you caused now? We acnt afford any mistakes you know."

"Me? Causing problems? oh no Boss. Everything is going smoothly with the ransom, we just had a bit of a hiccup with the trade off that's all." The henchman tried to assure Carter

"What kind of hiccup?" Carter growled

"There's no need to get angry boss," Henchmen said putting their hands up "How about I just show you what we're dealing with?" They came over to Carter's desk pulling up the video feed on his computer "Everything was going just fine until we told the guy we'd send back his kid, He kinda lost it." Henchman pressed play.

"I dont want him back. He's a pathetic excuse for a son. If he's weak enough to get kiddnapped, he's too weak to be in my family. He's your problem now, do with him as you please. Beat him, Fuck him, Kill him. I dont care. Just dispose of his body when you're finally fed up with him." The line went dead

Carter stared in disbelief "Is the kid still here?" He asked his henchman

"Yes Sir, he is. Do you want me to bring him in?"

"Do it." Carter said waving the man off. Henchman soon came back with a disheveld teary eyed young man, who avoided Carter's eye contact, paying more attention to picking at the bandadges that were bound around his hands. Carter rounded his desk approching the pair, he couldn't help but notice the young man stiffen as he drew near. "Your name is Jasper, isn't it?"

"yes sir" he replied in a voice barly louder than a whisper

"So Jasper, now that your father has abandond you. What are we to do with you?"

Jasper suddenly dropped to his knees with a sob, startiling the two older men

"Please! Please don't kill me!" He begged "I can be useful! I-I swear I can be useful! I've- I've been trained S-Sir! I can-I can I can do things. I can be good for you! Please Sir! Please don't kill me!"

"Get up. I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" Jasper sniffed as he stood up

"No. Follow me." Carter left his office

Jasper stood there hesitant to follow, unsure what was to happen to him. The henchman took Jasper by the shoulder guiding him into the hallway, then with a gentle push Jasper went stumbling after Carter.

"I will go over the house rules later, but curently we'll be taking you to our medic. just to make sure my boys didn't break anything when they roughed you up." Carter said as they walked

"M-Medic?" Carter looked back over his shoulder, the kid didn't seem to understand.

"Our doctor." he explained

"No" Jasper stopped dead in his tracks, the color drained from his face. "No, you-you can't! I'm not! I won't! No! No please!" Jasper pushed himself against the wall, fingers digging into his head "I Can't! Not again! Not again! I was good! Please! I was good! No! no no no no!" Jasper hyperventilated squeazing his eyes shut

"shit. Grab him"

"NO!" Jasper screamed, taking off down the hallway, he turned a corner ducking into the first room he saw. Jasper slammed the door behind himself slinding into a heap on the floor.

"Can I help you?"

Jasper looked up, a concerned looking woman stood over him. "I-" Japser started to speak but the world shifted, he found his vision going dark. then his head conked back and he was out like a light

#whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #my writing #whumper turned caretaker #parental caretaker #or at least he will be #medical whump #no beta we die like men #tw mention of death #tw mentions of sex #kidnapping #hidden injury

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fern-writes-whump · 10 months

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Favourite whump trope? Hidden injury.

hidden injury!!

a classic, definitely a weak spot of mine <3 I seriously love whumpees who refuse to ask for help

when everyone else around them is too busy panicking and managing another emergency to notice how pale they're getting

when they think it's their fault for messing up so they're afraid that being found out will mean being punished

when they stop "just a second to catch their breath" and realize they don't have the energy to get back up again <3

when they excuse themselves to cough up blood !

when they try to sleep off a stab wound only to wake up to a panicked caretaker yelling at them

what can I say I like my whumpees stubborn and maybe just a little bit stupid <3

Thank you for the ask Scribbs <3

If anyone else wants to tell me their favourite trope... you know where my askbox is ;]

#ask #scribbelle #whump #hidden injury #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #tw mention of blood #ask to tag #ask game #fern whumps

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spidersanonymous · 2 years

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“Are you okay?” Caretaker asked with a frown, eyes looking over Whumpee’s small figure.

“What?” They laughed nervously, ceasing the fidgeting of their hands, “yeah, no, i’m okay, Caretaker.”

Caretaker hummed gently, eyes still full of that gentle concern.

Whumpee swallowed thickly, hoping desperately that the bruising over their neck wasn’t visible.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whump scenes #whump scene #whumplr #whump community #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #tw injury #tw referenced injury #weaver of webs (tell me your tales)#hidden injury

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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Hold On

Whumptober: #4. Hidden Injury, #24. Blood Covered Hands

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Word Count: 673

TW: Blood, Serious Injury, Collapsing

“Steve, we need an extraction, now! We’re getting our asses handed to us!” you scream into your coms. Bucky takes out another two HYDRA agents as you press your hand to your ear, listening to Steve’s response. Your eyes flicker to Bucky as you nod. “Yeah, we’ll be there.”

Dropping your hand, you say, “He’s sending a Quinjet. We have to meet them on the roof.”

Bucky nods. “Okay. I’ll go first, you cover me.”

The two of you begin heading down the hall, ducking into rooms or alcoves whenever you hear more agents passing by. But just as Bucky reaches the stairs, your voice calls out weakly, waveringly from behind him, “Buck…?”

Bucky turns to where you have lagged behind him. You are leaning heavily against the wall with one hand outstretched. It is shaking slightly as a thick, dark liquid drips from your fingers. With wide eyes, you look up from your hand to stare at him as you mutter, “I think I’m in trouble.” And then you collapse.

Bucky is at your side in seconds, carefully pulling you into his lap so that your head and back are resting against his chest. He runs his hand across your stomach, checking for injuries, but stops when his metal fingers brush against your side and you gasp. Quickly removing your layers and lifting your soaked shirt, he sees a deep gash gushing blood and he immediately realizes what happened.

Your bulletproof vest had done little to protect you from the knife that had been driven into your side. Bucky had been fighting three agents and he never saw the fourth approaching from behind. But at the last moment, you dove between him and the new assailant, taking the knife that had been meant for him. Bucky had heard you grunt, before firing your gun. He whirled around to face you as you pulled a large knife from your side. But you had assured him you were fine, and it had just grazed you. And he had believed you.

Resting his cheek on the top of your head, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought- I thought it would be okay. I didn’t realize it was this bad… I thought I could make it to the roof….” you moan.

Bucky glances around before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”

But as he begins gathering you in his arms, you whisper, “Bucky…. I’m so cold.”

“It’ll be okay. Just hold on.”

“Was this what it was like for you? When they would put you to sleep?”

Bucky froze. You had never once asked about his time as the Winter Soldier. You knew it bothered him too much to think about, let alone discuss. So, if you were asking now, things must be worse than he thought.

He brushes the tips of his fingers across your cheek, his flesh registering the chill settling across your skin. He takes a deep breath as he whispers, “Maybe. For me, it got cold. Colder than I ever thought possible. Then, I would wake up as if nothing had happened.” Your eyes begin to drift close as he feels your body grow slack in his arms. “Hey! Stay with me!”

With your eyes still closed, a faint smile flickers across your lips. “It’s okay, Buck. I’m just like you. I’m going to sleep but then I’ll wake up… as if nothing happened. It’ll be ‘kay…”

Bucky shakes you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. “No, doll, this isn’t like me. You need to stay awake, please.”

But you don’t respond, your only movement is a slight fluttering in your chest. As he lifts you and begins rushing towards the stairs, he whispers, “You’re nothing like me, doll. You’re so much better than I’ve ever been, and I need you. So, you need to hold on. Please.”

As he takes the stairs two at a time, he presses his lips to your temple. And maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but Bucky swears he feels you softly nod.

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serickswrites · 3 months

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Right Here. Right Now.

Warnings: hidden injury, violence, blood, unconsciousness, unclear character status

The sharp pain in Hero's side flared with each movement. When Villain had first injured them, they could barely breathe through the pain. But they had to. Had to keep going. They couldn't stop until Villain was subdued. Then, and only then, would Hero allow themself to address the pain. They were grateful their uniform hid the wound. Sidekick and Superhero would stop, drop everything, to help them, and then Villain would get away.

Hero couldn't let Villain get away. They pursued Villain with ferocious energy. This was ending now. Together, with Sidekick and Superhero, the heroic supers surrounded Villain and their closest minions.

"Drop your weapon," Sidekick ordered as they trained their own weapon on Villain's head.

"Or what?" Villain hissed.

"Or we'll just end you. Right here. Right now." Superhero spoke coldly and clearly.

Hero just needed to last long enough for Villain to surrender. Long enough for Superhero and Sidekick to restrain them. Then and only then they could sit down. Could rest.

As the world swam in and out of focus around Hero, they realized Villain had to surrender soon. They couldn't hold on much longer. Hero swallowed, their mouth as dry as a desert.

"What will you give me?" Villain surveyed the supers coolly.

"Life. You will get to live, Villain," Hero said as they took a steadying breath. Not much longer. Not too much longer.

Villain's eyes jumped from Hero to Sidekick to Superhero back to Hero again. "And if I surrender, and I'm not saying that's what I'm doing, how do I know you won't just take me somewhere dark and hidden to kill me?"

"You don't," Hero said quickly. This needed to end. The world was spinning and they could feel the blood dripping down their side. It was a miracle it hadn't formed a pool at their feet.

Superhero glared at Hero. "We're not about that." They took a step towards Villain. "Just surrender, Villain. We'll discuss next steps once you surrender."

Villain considered Superhero's words. Hero tried to take a deeper breath as the pressure in their chest built. They couldn't get enough air. Their vision narrowed to a narrow tunnel around Villain's face, the rest of the world fading to the darkness that was threatening to drag Hero down.

Finally, Villain opened their mouth. "I surrender."

Hero let out a sigh of relief as their eyes closed. Their world shifted as they released their death grip on remaining upright. Hero could feel themself fall into the dark as Sidekick called out for them. But it was too late, the darkness claimed Hero.

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whump-kia · 8 months

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My favorite whump trope is hidden injury. Any scenario.

Especially if the injury isn't necessarily life-threatening nor disruptively painful in the first place and could have healed fast if it was treated right away, but Whumpee makes it worse by sloppily bandaging it up themselves, lifting heavy stuff and neglecting themselves.

yessss. yessssss. gosh hidden injuries are my JAM.

why are they hiding it? are they worried they'd be a burden on their team while injured, so they'd rather pretend everything is fine? are they being blackmailed into saying nothing? do they genuinely just not think it's that big of a deal? or are they terrified no one will care either way?

they messily stitch it up themselves and have no way of fixing the infection that sets in, collapsing in the quiet of their own home where no one will find them for at least a day, if not longer.

they're slowly bleeding out beneath their t-shirt, and by the time they finally slump forward and someone lifts the cloth and sees blood-soaked bandages wrapping their torso, they're so far gone they can't even explain how they got it.

they haven't noticed it yet. too much chaos. stuck in protect-mode, leading a team out of the danger zone, taking more hits rather than letting someone else get hurt, and finally, they're out and safe and... dizzy, and lightheaded, and on the floor.

so good. so good.

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #ask answered #whump ask #kidnapping tw #ask #hidden injury #blood tw

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whump-about-it · 1 month

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Covering up

@whumpril Day 3: Shame

CW: hidden injuries, gaslighting, creepy whumper

Whumpee shifted uncomfortably in their seat and pulled their sleeves farther down over their hands, making extra sure the bruises on their wrists wouldn't show. Their friends sat around them, laughing and drinking; playing a foolish game, completely unaware of Whumpee's racing heart, or the injuries they hid beneath their clothes.

Whumper was being more careful now. They didn't leave marks in places Whumpee couldn't easily cover up. They didn't do anything that would leave Whumpee limping or hunched over, or unable to use their arms. They were letting Whumpee go out now, hang out with their friends, even get a job. All as long as they pretended everything was fine.

"It would be a shame if your friends tried to take you away from me again." Whumper would whisper in Whumpee's ear as they bandaged their cuts or straightened their jacket, giving them a once over before letting them leave the house to make absolutely sure nothing was noticable. "We have so much fun together you and I. Don't we?"

"Yes." Whumpee would always answer despite knowing neither of them believed it. Luckily Whumper didn't care, as long as Whumpee played their part.

And what else could they do? They couldn't go to their friends for help. Couldn't admit to them how weak and pathetic they were. After everything their friends did to try and save them they couldn't admit now that they couldn't be yanked free from the leash Whumper had kept them on. They're friends wouldn't come to save them a second time. They'd probably stop talking to them if they knew about this betrayal. And if Whumpee didn't have their friends, who could they run to to hide from Whumper?

No. Whumper was right. It was better this way. Whumpee wasn't strong enough, smart enough, brave enough, to leave Whumper. But they couldn't survive them alone either. So they covered their injuries, plastered a smile on their face, and pretended everything was fine. Anything so their friends wouldn't fine out.

#whump #whumpril2024 #whumprilday3 #shame #hidden injuries #tw gaslighting #creepy whumper

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in-love-with-writing-whump · 1 year

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Prompt

Whumpee gets injured out in the field. They come back, trying to play it off as no big deal, but Caretaker can tell something is off, so they send them to the medic.

Whumpee comes back to Caretaker, barely remembering what the medic said. They try to get some work done, but pass out at their desk. Caretaker brings them to bed, concerned.

When Whumpee wakes up freezing with chills and a fever, Caretaker promises to take care of them and has to get medic again.

#tw: infection #tw: injury #tw: fever #tw: chills #tw: sickness #whumpee #stoic whumpee #tw: hidden injury #caretaker #whump prompt

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actress4him · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 15 - The Shadow and The Brute

This is the latest Brumaria AU, a Hero/Villain story! Bruno aka The Brute belongs to Izzy, and bits of his dialogue in this were written by her.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.” | Suppressed Suffering

Contains: lady whump, touch aversion, strangulation, referenced whipping, referenced stress position, corporal punishment, hidden injuries

Kamaria doesn’t feel like being here. Not that there’s anything new about that, being in good physical condition is a foreign concept and most of her missions aren’t anything she’s personally invested in, anyway. There are often a hundred other places she’d rather be than where she’s sent, in bed usually being one of them.

But today is particularly bad. She usually at least gets a night to recover after a punishment before she’s sent out again, but no, Roderick had to get ticked at her for whatever reason this morning. And absolutely nobody cares that she has fresh whip marks on her back, chafing underneath her clothes, and they definitely don’t care that her throat is so bruised she can barely even speak. They only care about her taking out some low-level criminal that’s interfering with their plans for the city.

Which she’d be doing, no problem, except that The Brute showed up. Nothing new about that, either, and normally an encounter with him doesn’t exactly dampen her mood. But today, she really wishes that for once, he wouldn’t be so annoyingly good at his job. Why can’t he just leave her alone today? She just wants to kill the stupid criminal and go back to headquarters to lick her wounds in private, but she’s stuck here in one of their half-hearted fights, listening to his one-sided banter.

“Looks like somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Brute dodges yet another of her knife swipes easily, returning it with a punch that she just barely manages to miss herself. “You’re slow today.”

Usually she’d throw a barb right back at him, but just the thought of speaking makes her throat burn. She throws a knife, instead, which sticks in the brick wall just beside his ear.

“Ooh, not enough sleep makes you grumpy, too, I guess. Or should I say…even grumpier than usual? Going for the ‘silent and deadly’ style today.” He yanks the small knife out of the mortar and inspects it. “Doesn’t really bode well for me.”

Yes, she’s grumpy. She’d like to growl at him to shut up, she’s not in the right headspace to make light of this situation. Their fights barely qualify as such, since neither of them really want to harm the other, a fact that she absolutely refuses to examine and adamantly pretends isn’t true. She even sometimes enjoys getting to battle it out with the hero, even on days when her pain level is worse than usual.

Maybe it’s because she can’t snark back at him and get into the mood of the fight. For whatever reason, she just wants to get this over with, but unfortunately just because he seems to kind of like her doesn’t mean he’s willing to back off and let her do her job. She’s going to have to somehow give him the slip if she wants to avoid even more punishment when she gets back.

“Seriously? Nothing to say at all?”

I have plenty to say. I’d like to say go away. Leave me alone. I need to do this so I don’t get beaten to a pulp tonight.

I’d kind of like to ask how the only gentleman I’ve ever met ended up fighting on the side of the people I hate the most. Or why you seem to give a flip about me, a villain, at all.

I’d like to tell you that it feels like someone lit my back on fire, because I get the feeling you’d be the only person in the world that somehow actually cared.

She swings at him again, just nicking his arm with the tip of the blade. He doesn’t seem to notice, pushing closer and grabbing onto that wrist. Anyone else, she’d bring her left hand up and stab them directly in the chest. But it’s Brute. She can’t kill him, no matter how aggravated she might be with him. So she allows him to get close and doesn’t fight back yet, unaware of just how uncomfortable it’s going to be until he grabs her other arm, too, and spins her around to press her back into the bricks.

Her breath hitches in her throat, but her mind is only partially on the pain coursing through her back. He’s never pinned her before, she doesn’t usually let him. Being pinned means being hurt.

But this is Brute. He never hurts her, not badly, at least.

But he is hurting her.

But he doesn’t mean to.

Still, no matter how logical she tries to force herself to be about it, her instincts and memories are stronger. She struggles against him, face carefully blank but heart pounding too fast.

Let go let go let go let go

“Hey, calm down, Shadow. I’m not gonna hurt you!” He doesn’t let up, his grip strong but not bruising. “What is your deal today? Are you mad at me or something?”

Again, if he was anyone else, she’d be using the little bit of movement she has in her left arm to reach for another knife. Instead, she kicks at his shins, hoping to dissuade him.

“Ow.” He still doesn’t let go. She might have to go for the knife after all. The longer she’s trapped, the less she’s able to think straight to see the problem with just stabbing him.

“Shadow. Look, I’ll let you go in a second, but can you just tell me what’s -” He cuts off abruptly, leaning his face in closer. “Crap. What happened to you?”

She realizes suddenly that this close, he can see the bruises peeking out from underneath her hood. That’s not what she wanted at all, now he’ll start asking questions and she’ll have to try to explain, if not now then some other day because he’s Brute and he doesn’t give up. Forget not hurting him or her own split-open skin, she needs to get away. She shoves hard and kicks out again, reaching for the knife at the same time.

Thankfully, he lets her go this time, backing away with his hands spread in front of him. She still bolts away from the wall, adjusting her grip on the handle and holding out the blade as if he’ll attack.

“Who did that to you?”

Her back is even worse than before, thanks to scraping it up against the bricks. Now she needs to use her voice, too. “Doesn’t matter.” It sounds exactly as horrendous as she imagined it would, and feels like she’s swallowing nails.

“Yes, it does.” He sounds so deadly serious about it. Is he offended that she’s faced off against someone besides him? If he knew it was her own handler he wouldn’t be. He’d probably laugh in her face about how pathetic she is.

“We’re in the same line of work. You know these things happen.”

Brute sighs, shaking his head. “I can barely get a hit on you…most days other than today. I know there’s more to this, Shadow.”

Kamaria forces a smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good as the other heroes.”

He rolls his eyes. “Or maybe there’s a villain that’s been picking a fight with you.” Crossing his arms, he looks her up and down. “So who is it? Asking for a friend.”

“Can’t stand for someone else to be the one beating me up?” He needs to drop the subject so that she can stop talking. Maybe she can pretend to lose her voice altogether.

“I don’t think that counts as beating you up.”

“Not everyone is as reluctant to dirty their hands as you are.”

“Are you sure it was their hands they were dirtying?” He’s walking closer again, and she resists the urge to skitter backwards until he reaches out like he’s going to lift her chin with his fingers and inspect the bruises again. His hands go back up in surrender when she jerks away before he can touch. “I’m sorry! I won’t touch. But Shadow…” He sucks in a deep breath, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Is that a boot print?”

She can feel it almost as clearly as if it’s happening right now and not a few hours ago. Her lying on the floor where she’d been struck down, Roderick looming over her. The tread of his boot pressing, pressing, pressing into her throat. The delighted smile on his face. Her body jerking without her permission, desperate to get away even as her mind tells her she’s not allowed to fight back. Realizing with sudden dread that he may actually completely crush her throat, either killing her or taking away her voice for good. The darkness slowly taking over her vision as her oxygen supply dwindles.

Kamaria inhales sharply as if to prove to herself that she still can and focuses back in on Brute’s face. “I still think you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not jealous because I have no desire to do such a thing to you.” He sighs again, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just as stubborn as always. Would you actually tell me if something was wrong?”

No. “Nothing’s wrong.” She smiles a little, trying to reassure him. Nothing’s wrong, this is just how my life is.

He grumbles a little under his breath. “Fine. Can we at least call this done and go home, since you clearly don’t feel like being here? You can just nod, you don’t have to speak.”

Grateful but trying to seem nonchalant, she gives a distinct nod.

“Good. I’ll see you around, Shadow. Take care of yourself.”

He turns to leave, and Kamaria begins walking in the direction she was heading before, toward the criminal’s place of work.

“Excuse me, I’m fairly certain that’s not the way you should be going right now.” Brute is glaring at her, arms crossed. Again, being annoyingly good at his job when she really needs him to just let her be.

She gives him her best innocent stare, but he just points toward where she came from. “I won this fight. That means you go home and don’t cause any more trouble today.”

Giving up any pretense, she glares daggers at him and turns on her heel, marching away. She can hear him chuckling behind her, completely oblivious to the trouble he is causing for her. She won’t give up yet, though. Being late on a mission still means punishment - and a longer time until she can properly care for her wounds - but it’s far worse to fail the mission altogether. She’ll bide her time, take the long way around, and try her best to take out her mark without any of the heroes catching her this time. Maybe she’ll get lucky for the first time today and only get stress positions instead of a beating or another whipping.

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Hold On

Whumptober: #4. Hidden Injury, #24. Blood Covered Hands

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier

Word Count: 673

TW: Blood, Serious Injury, Collapsing

Dropping your hand, you say, “He’s sending a Quinjet. We have to meet them on the roof.”

Bucky nods. “Okay. I’ll go first, you cover me.”

Resting his cheek on the top of your head, he asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought- I thought it would be okay. I didn’t realize it was this bad… I thought I could make it to the roof….” you moan.

Bucky glances around before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”

But as he begins gathering you in his arms, you whisper, “Bucky…. I’m so cold.”

“It’ll be okay. Just hold on.”

“Was this what it was like for you? When they would put you to sleep?”

Bucky shakes you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. “No, doll, this isn’t like me. You need to stay awake, please.”

As he takes the stairs two at a time, he presses his lips to your temple. And maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but Bucky swears he feels you softly nod.

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