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#Collapsing
aceofwhump · 2 months
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I had a very specific whump idea in my head and I was wondering if you ever saw it. Character A is carrying an unconscious Character B and is about to put them down. Character A (or others on hand) cradles Character B's head as they're lowered so it doesn't hit the surface they're being laid on too hard.
Oh my god nonny that trope is SO GOOD!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! It should be used more often!! It's so soft and caring and I die every single time. I definitely have some examples of it.
My immediate thought is this scene in Merlin 2x06 after Arthur takes the potion to slow his heartbeat and breathing so it seems like he's dead. Like, I read this description you wrote and my brain conjured this moment.
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Other good moments:
Hawaii Five-0 10x22 Steve cradling Danny's head as he lowers him into his lap.
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Graceland 3x08 The whole team has a hand on Mike but Paige puts her hands behind his head as they lower him into the ice bath and i love it.
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The A-Team 5x14 Frankie and Murdock protecting his head as they carefully lower Face down to the ground after being shot.
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Stargate SG-1 4x18
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The Greatest Showman when PT lowers an unconscious Phillip to the ground after rescuing him from the fire and WD cradles his head
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Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
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Avengers Endgame Nebula cradling the back of Tony's head as she lays him on the chair
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One Piece Live Action 1x06
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Supernatural 14x14 When Sam rolls Dean over he cradles the back of his head.
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Saving Hope 1x01
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esbee-daisy · 9 months
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Give me Caretaker bridal carrying a weak Whumpee who is desperately trying to stay conscious…Whumpees arms are around Caretakers neck and their head is bobbing up and down against Caretakers chest.
And then suddenly, all at once, Caretaker notices Whumpee somehow feels heavier. Caretaker looks down at Whumpee just as Whumpee’s arms fall limp and their head flops backwards. And Caretaker has to drop to the ground both out of shock and panic as well as to check that their precious cargo is still breathing and to recollect Whumpees deadweight limbs to their chest before they stand back up
🥺🥹
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where-is-my-whump · 2 months
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Hudson and Rex 6x07
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cpt-winters · 1 year
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Sudden Collapse *Team Leader Edition*
Come on, pull yourself together.
Leader leaned his hands on the table, squinting at the map sprawled across it and blinked a few times as it blurred in and out of focus.
"Leader? You were saying..?" Teammate Two prompted.
"Right," he started again, ignoring how the room span as he lifted his hands from the table. "So if we plant charges on...on the..." his voice trailed off, his thoughts slipping through his mind like sand. He dug his nails into his palms, willing himself to concentrate.
"You alright, boss?" Teammate One asked, their brow creased as they stepped closer.
"Fine," he dismissed as the team exchanged confused and concerned glances.
Just wanting to get through the briefing, Leader took a slow, deliberate breath before continuing. "If we plant charges on the w...west generator, that should... should buy us- enough t-time to... to..." Leader stumbled through his words, his sluggish mind unable to navigate the fragmented thoughts as another wave of nausea rolled over him.
He vaguely registered a muffled shout from Medic.
"'m fine," he slurred, reaching out for something to stabilize himself as his body swayed dangerously. He hadn't even realized he was falling until his head slammed against the floor.
"-oss? Boss!"
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burgeredagent · 1 year
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do you get .... Do you get it
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whumperofworlds · 2 months
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Whumpee in danger/collapsing.
Caretaker says something so out of character (ie they call whumpee by their actual name instead of their usual nickname they gave Whumpee, or a Caretaker who doesn't curse suddenly cursing), that it snapped their friends that this is real shit happening.
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We all know the classic “collapsing into someone’s arms”
But what if Whumpee knows they’re about to faint
Whumpee quickly grabs onto Caretaker’s arm to try to steady themself
Caretaker holds Whumpee and guides them to sit/lie down
Whumpee shakily tells Caretaker “I need to sit down…please”
Whumpee stumbles to their bed trying to make it in time
Caretaker notices the signs and gently pulls Whumpee into a hug
Caretaker is already holding Whumpee and reassures them that they’re safe and they won’t let them fall
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anguishmacgyver · 5 months
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whump-kia · 1 year
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a whumper who's conditioned their whumpee to the point of loyalty, if still shaky at times. a whumper who now treats the whumpee gently, who gives kinder words and less punishments.
a whumper who gets caught in the crossfire of the team leader, who is shown no mercy, who limps their way home and collapses into the holding place of the whumpee.
the whumpee rushes forward, wiping blood from their face. "what happened? why are you hurt? are you okay?"
whumper takes their hand and whispers, voice ragged with pain, "this is what your leader does. this is who they really are."
whumpee's eyes widen in horror, and in that moment, their loyalty shifts--no longer shaky. they're holding the bloodied face of their whumper in their hands, and all they can feel is concern.
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aceofwhump · 4 months
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"In that moment I knew the jury was mine but then, out of no where came this panic that something was terribly wrong. It's taken me nine months to understand what happened next."
The unaired pilot of "Rex is Not Your Lawyer"
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esbee-daisy · 5 months
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Caretaker is SOOOO pissed and hysterical with panic over Sickie’s state. Sickie had just minutes before sworn they were fine. And now here they are, collapsed on the floor in a heap of limp limbs, and Caretaker is screaming and ranting at them before they can even think. After unleashing on them, Sickie looks up at Caretaker with wet, glossy eyes, looking positively pitiful, and in a weaker voice than could be imagined stutters out “I’m sorry….I…I really didn’t know…it was this bad.” The look of utter confusion and remorse on Sickie’s face is just so genuine and so pathetic that Caretaker can’t help but feel an immediate crushing wave of guilt.
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simply-whump · 1 year
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The Forbidden Marriage : Episode 8
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where-is-my-whump · 4 months
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Der Bergdoktor S17 E02
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feverflushed · 2 years
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A and B are in an extremely formal situation where they are required to stand for long periods of time.
A has been running a pretty nasty fever since the night before, but they both HAVE to be there (think of a social event that will impact their whole career, so they really have no choice but to go).
B can see A struggling to stand. They are pale and sweaty, shaking from head to toe, and B can definitely tell that A is in pain from the way they are subtly shifting their weight from one foot to the other, their posture more and more hunched by the minute.
B slowly moves behind A, and whispers in their ear "It's okay. Lean on me."
A is so relieved that almost bursts into tears. B gasps in shock as A's impossibly hot back meets their chest. The poor thing is truly burning up.
As the event progresses, B can feel A slipping in and out of consciousness against them, so they try very subtly to keep them upright to save appearances.
As soon as the event is over, A turns around and just collapses into B.
B immediately drags them to their car, where they unbutton A's shirt in a desperate attempt to bring down their impossibly high temperature, as they start the car to drive poor unconscious A to the nearest emergency room.
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Quick!! Link a scene or piece of work you're created that you're proud of! First one that comes to mind!!
*bounces in place* ohohohohoho you've gone and done it now!!! Feast your eyes on this scene from one of my many WIPs - I hope I'll finish it one day. It really is one of the Big Three of my Magnum Opuses.
Below the cut:
Female whumpee
Mute whumpee
Disabled whumpee
Female Caretaker
Recovery
Mentions of Scientific/Medical Trauma
Bruises and bandages
Collapsing
Fatigue/Weakness
Samira slept for another day. Until the pangs of hunger and other necessities grew to be too much to ignore. She drew in a slow breath and sighed, then lifted her arms in a stretch. The skin of her elbows pulled uncomfortably and she stopped at the telltale sensation of scabs beginning to split. Even now, days later, she felt the bone-deep ache from her journey here. The dull throb of a lingering headache. The pulsing pain in her knees. Her hands still held a tremor without the slightest provocation. More than anything, she wanted to go back to sleep until the soreness went away, but nature had other ideas.
Turning her head, she saw she was alone. The lights to the room were dimmed low, and the only other source of light came from the glow of a safety light in the bathroom five feet away. Blessedly, she saw the IV pole was on the same side of the bed. All she had to do now was walk. Piece of cake. Pulling the blanket back, she slung her legs over the side of the bed. She stopped long enough to wonder at the sight she saw.
Socks. Soft, fuzzy yellow socks with grips on the bottoms. She turned her attention to her gown. It, too, was buttercup yellow, decorated with bumble bees and daisies, and the hem - stopping at her knees - even had the tiniest decoration of white lace. She longed to rub the material between her fingers, but the bandaging on her hands prevented her from doing so. It would have to wait. Besides, the thick wads of cotton taped over each knee ruined the effect. Her skin, she noticed, was far paler than its healthy cinnamon color, and even the patches of vitiligo, normally rosy, held a sickly shade. She frowned, feeling like the ghost of her former self.
Gripping the IV pole for balance, Samira scooted forward. Tentatively, she settled her feet on the floor. No fear driving her to move. No dizziness. It didn’t matter how many times she had tried to stand on her way here. She was stronger now. She was rested. She could do this. Carefully, as if to balance on an egg without breaking it, she put weight on one foot. Her knee began to quake and she grabbed the IV pole with her other hand, clinging to it, and the momentum of doing so forced her full weight forward. Quickly, she brought her other foot forth to catch herself.
For the briefest of seconds, she teetered, awkwardly poised between the IV pole and her fawn-like legs. She could feel the cuts in her palms reopening as she clung to the pole, the gauze slackening her grip. Then the wheels of the IV pole rolled. Samira flailed, gasping as her crutch moved before she was ready, and tried to snatch it back. It fell, and she followed, knocking a metal tray and its contents to the floor with a great crash.
She might have cringed at the noise if she hadn’t instinctively tried to catch herself. Though the gauze cushioned the fall somewhat, it didn’t stop her knees and elbows from cracking against the hard tile - biting through the cotton and clawing at her already-shredded skin. Tears sprung up and a mute yelp rattled her throat before she could stop herself. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, and still a hoarse sob wrenched itself from her chest.
Hurried footsteps sent a dart of panic up her spine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The lights switched on, then a set of hands were on her. She flinched, but they didn’t release her.
“Samira.” Jean. Jean was there. “Samira, it’s alright. It’s just me.”
Without waiting for a response, Jean lifted her back to the bed as easily as a child might lift a dropped doll. Samira tucked her hands beneath her chin, arms pressed against her chest, and tried to control her breathing - all while fighting the urge to curl in a ball right there. Hot, thrumming pain rolled up her limbs, coiling into tight knots and biting, clawing, digging into her bones. Why did it hurt so much? How could things go wrong so quickly? She opened her eyes from where she’d squeezed them shut, peering between wet lashes at the mess she’d made. Fresh, unused medical supplies lay strewn about on the floor. The IV pole lay on its side, and the tray had skidded a couple feet away. She drew in a shaky breath, shame heating her cheeks.
Automatically, an apology tried to leave her lips. Instead, it came out in a pitiful wheeze.
Mistaking the gesture for one of pain, Jean smoothed a hand over Samira’s back. “It’s alright, Samira. Do you want something for the pain?”
Samira shook her head and hid her face behind her hands, the gauze absorbing her tears.
“It’s okay if you do. You don’t need to be brave, not here.”
Samira shook her head again, gulping back another sob before it could surface.  She already owed them so much, and it shamed her to anticipate their response to her inability to speak - and now, it seemed, the inability to walk. Had the Team left any part of her untouched?
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Okay but
Whumpee getting shoved back against a wall so hard it knocks the air out of them <333333
Whumpee getting shoved against a wall and smacking their head hard and everything goes black for a moment, and then when they come to moments later they’re on the ground, everything is weird and blurry and loud and they’re left clutching their head and curling up and whimpering from the pain and everything else and they don’t even know what’s going at that moment but their hand feels weird and sticky and warm, and they feel sick but they also feel tired, so so tired and they want Caretaker, where the hell is Caretaker, they need help please and hmmgmmfggfmgnfm <3333333333333333333333333333
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