#injured trope

[quillerqueen]

Not a Universe Goes By (18-25/31)

(a series of fic(let)s for The Ted Lasso AU-gust challenge) #18 Childhood

“Happy memories or sad ones?”

Rebecca stares at the two photos plucked out of old albums—her blonde pigtails and Ted’s dimpled grin, each with a football under one arm, their little hands tucked into their respective fathers’.

They each lost theirs, albeit in very different ways, on the exact same day.

An ocean apart, and how many ways do their lives mirror one another? How long have they run parallel? What would have become of them if their paths had never crossed?

But they have crossed, and now they walk together—down memory lane and into the future.

“Both.”

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#19 Horror Movie

The woods were dead quiet.

Even the crack of twigs under his sneakers was swallowed by the thick rolling fog.

She emerged like an apparition of mist and moonlight, silver and pale, with the softest golden lustre to her hair as it shrouded her like a robe, brushing the ground, swaying in the still night.

Their eyes locked—and he knew before she opened her mouth.

He knew heartbreak when he saw it.

Her cry is fatal to him—but even as he draws his last breath in her arms, he thinks there's never been a sound more hauntingly beautiful.

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#20 Roadtrip

Rebecca fucking hates buses.

Perhaps her avoidance of public transport makes her an insufferable snob, but she simply does not care for the jostling, the smells, the unfathomable unpredictability of temperature settings—the whole ordeal is unnerving, thank you very much.

Rebecca hates buses, but she cares deeply about her team, and team's gotta bond.

"Good morning, boys."

The collective cheer resonates in her chest, splits her face into a smile and makes her eyes swim as she stumbles down the aisle amid cheerful greetings, to Ted beaming at her from the very back.

"Hey, Boss. Saved you a seat."

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#21 Underwater

The ocean rushed through her veins, a salty mist gathering in her eyes as she gazed longingly upon it.

And he gazed lovingly upon her, aching from the sacrifice she’d held close to her chest until now. She was so brave, his little mermaid, abandoning her world in pursuit of the love she’d longed for her entire life. She harboured no regret, but he knew—having to choose’d torn her soul apart.

Ted’s world lost its colour, barely bearable anymore even with Rebecca in it.

“It’s my turn now,” he told her, “to try and make a home in yours.”

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#22 Fake Married/Dating

Shameless self-promotion time! I have a festive multi-chapter that fits this trope - we do love Christmas in August in this fandom, right?

Read ‘Tis a Fine Line We Tread, My Dear’ on AO3

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#23 Injured

"R'becca…I love you."

The hospital floor gives way under her for a dozenth time today.

"I see they've given you the good stuff," she stutters, smiling weakly as she fluffs Ted's pillow.

The machines beep with a regularity her heart can only envy, lulling Ted to sleep even as her ribcage is on the brink of breaking open.

"You're high," she whispers, chances a glance at Beard in a plastic chair beside her.

He tilts his head noncommittally.

"Is he not?" she prompts weakly.

Beard's calm reply haunts her more than his silence when he shrugs:

"This time he is."

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#24 Pets

"So how's this shared custody thing working out for you guys?"

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Come on, babe. The shared calendar with appointments and sleepovers and shit? The sitter on retainer? You've got her whenever Ted's in training, and he takes her during important calls? It's cute as fuck."

"Peanut is not—This isn't—We aren't—Shit."

"Oh, sweetheart," Keeley pats Rebecca’s knee sympathetically before addressing the hyperactive puppy chewing on her  finger. "Why don't you come home with me and Uncle Roy tonight? Let your fucking fit, precious, idiot parents figure shit out at last?"

Well, fuck.

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#25 We Used To Be...

We used to be strangers once. Connected. Parallels, mirrors, juxtapositions at every step.

You—too much. Too bright, too eager, too kind. Living ever for others, even as it ate away at your own heart and soul.

Me—not enough. Not light enough, not warm enough, never ever anything enough. So lost to myself and the world I could barely stand my own company.

Until the day we found one another, then found ourselves again, ready at last to walk together as the invisible thread trails after our joined hands.

We're sunshine and rain—a rainbow painted across the sky.

#ted lasso august 2022 #ted lasso fanfic #rebecca welton fanfic #tedbecca fanfic #ted lasso #rebecca welton #ted x rebecca #tedbecca #bee writes fanfic #putting multiple of these into one post because they're mostly drabbles and I don't wanna spam the tags #childhood au #horror au #roadtrip trope #underwater au #little mermaid au #fake dating trope #injured trope #pets in shared custody

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee sat mindlessly in the hospital bed. They were restless and wanted to go home, but weren't allowed to leave until they told more about what happened under whumper's hand.

They seemed calm; not too many injuries, but enough to be concerned and no clue what caused them. No one had seen anything like it...

"Would it be okay if you told me? Just me. No one else in the room." Caretaker coaxed. Whumpee was silent for a while; you could see their eyes darting, their shoulders raised insecurely, their legs twitching closer to their body.

Then finally, a soft subtle nod.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #hospital whump #whump prompt #recovering whumpee #caretaking prompt #injured whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #comfort prompt #tw hospital #whump tropes #whump scenario #recovery whump

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #21

Trope of the day: “Don’t move.”

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Whumpee doesn't understand why the team looks at them in horror. The pain hasn't even reached their brain yet, their body too full of adrenaline to realise what is going on. Only when their head feels dizzy, whumpee realises something is going on.

Something bad.

Almost as fast as they collapse to the floor, caretaker's by their side, the rest of the team following. Whumpee sees blood on caretaker's hands as they check their body and finally realises that it must be really bad. They hear the others talk, but their words don't make it to their brain.

A second ago, everything was fine, now whumpee has problems keeping their eyes open. "Eyes on me, kid," caretaker says with a stern voice, that kind of voice they only use when things are looking pretty rough. Whumpee wants to ask what is going on, their body in pain as they move their arms and try to gather strength.

“Don't move.” Caretaker's voice is low, but something doesn't seem right. Whumpee wants to protest, but a hand lands on their shoulder and squeezes it softly. “Don't move, kid. This will hurt.”

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #whumptober #trope of the day #“Don't move.” #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #collapse #injured whumpee #no.21 #whumpshots

[whumpbump]

Whumpee was unable to stop crying. They were gasping for breath, for life, as the tears rolled down their face in a race to their chin.

“Breathe, breathe with me, Whumpee, just breathe.”

The nurses were used to the crying and didn’t bother trying to stop it anymore, just sedate and move on. The new Psychologist was determined to find a way.

“Bu- dih- a-a-I ca-a-an’t” the desperately miserable person wailed harder.

“Ok, then let it out.”

*sniff* “What?”

“Let it out. All of it. Scream if you need to. You’re allowed, and I won’t let them sedate you.”

The very thought of this actually stopped the tears. No one had ever, LET Whumpee cry before. They were penalized for crying by physical and chemical means. No one ever allowed Whumpee to cry it out. The thought of processing it all by actually letting it out… gave Whumpee, peace? The peace they never had before? Why were they feeling better?

They dried their eyes and looked up at the Psychologist and took a breath in and out. Psychologist smiled at them. “Does that feel better? I won’t let anyone keep you from crying, ok?”

“ok.” whispered the restrained person from their bed. Psychologist slowly undid the restraints.

“I don’t think we’ll need these right now, thank you.” Psychologist cut off the nurse who tried to stop them when they saw what was being undone.

“We’ve made a breakthrough.”

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump inspiration #whump #whump tropes #feel free to add on #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump community #caretaking #injured whumpee #protective caretaker #cw medical #medical whump

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whump Vibe/Visual

Caretaker rescuing injured Whumpee from Whumper’s facility. Henchmen combing the halls as they try to sneak their way out. Caretaker pressing Whumpee up against a wall for a moment to hide.

Their injuries jostled in just the wrong way or another wave of pain hits them and Whumpee almost lets out a groan. Caretaker notices and clamps a hand over their mouth muffling the sound as much as they can — apologizing through their eyes.

After a moment Caretaker lets go and Whumpee pants silently. Before they can get moving another wave hits Whumpee and they pull themself close to Caretaker, tucking their face into their shoulder. A hand clutches their wounded side and the other reaches up to grab a fistful of Caretaker’s jacket holding on for dear life as they bury their pained gasps in the fabric.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump aesthetic #whump visuals #pain #caretaker #worried caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #rescue whump #groaning #gasping #hand over mouth #injured whumpee #wounded #vulnerable whumpee #my writing #whump community

[rizzoto-whump]

"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, their voice filled with feigned sadness, "I should thank you. You never fail to amuse me, trying to escape like that. It's almost adorable, really."

Whumpee glared at Whumper through tear-filled eyes; their voice was barely a whisper, a testament to their broken spirit. "Go to hell, Whumper."

Whumper chuckled. "I might just. But first, I'm going to have to make sure you never try that again."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #failed escape attempt #implied torture #sadistic whumper #injury #injured whumpee #implied kidnapping #intimate whumper #yandere whumper #whump tropes #whump scenario #traumatized whumpee #dialogue prompt

[echoingalaxies]

Whumpee falls into/is thrown into a well. Caretaker jumps after them. Whumpee has hit their head and falling unconscious while Caretaker struggles to keep both of them afloat. The battle continues above them, on the ground. Caretaker can only hope their side wins, and does it quick, because they can't keep swimming forever. Not with now passed out Whumpee in their arms. The walls of the well are slippery, and there isn't enough space to get on their back and float. They're quietly begging Whumpee to wake up as blood runs down their face somewhere from under their hair.

Minutes pass, and Caretaker haven't got enough air in their lungs to yell for help. Their limbs are burning, water's spilling in their mouth. The sounds from above are fading, and Caretaker doesn't know if they're just dying or if the fight is over.

They can only see someone peeking into the well, but can't tell who it is, a friend or an enemy, because they only appear as a dark silhouette against the sun.

#whump #team whump #injury whump #protective caretaker #injured whumpee #unconscious whumpee #whumpee #caretaker #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing ideas #story prompts #story prompt #whump prompt #whump prompts #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump community #whump scenario

[originalartblog]

heehoohoohee soukoku

#forced to share a bed for no longer human. #dazai putting his hand on chuuya's back. #dazai having to deal with an injured chuuya. #dumb teens bickering. #Thoughts™ plague me #what are YOUR favourite tropes??? #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd dazai osamu #cw injury #blood #nawy's doodles #nawy's art #btw if i've seen it 2+ times then it's a trope now

[anguishmacgyver]

#sg1 2x02 #human shield #stargate #stargate sg1 #whump #whumpedit #gunpoint #this show has ALL the tropes #daniel jackson #teal'c #''are you injured'' ''dumb question'' shdkjfh self awareness #im ALWAYS injured teal'c what are you talking about #LOVE the trope where they have to hurt their friend to neutralize the enemy #10 out of 10 #othergifs #also i love how daniel looks like hes dissociating when he's in danger?? #mr man is TOO CALM #(and then he isnt) #and when i say ''i love it'' i mean it in the most IM GONNA USE IT FOR BRAIN CINEMA LATER #*examines daniel jackson with a magnifying glass* like #where is your trauma and how did you get these coping mechanisms-

[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: Day Twenty-Six

“Help them” — #febuwhump prompt calendar

Almost over!! Eeek!! I need to get all the prompts done! And my assignments are coming due but what is more important honestly?!

*~*~*~*~*

Hero brought Villain to supervillain cradled in their arms, paler than milk. It made everything look worse somehow… the dark circles around their eyes looked more like bruises now, deep purple and sore reds. Henchmen narrowed their eyes when they opened the door to see Hero standing there, covered in blood and an unconscious Villain cradled in their arms like a baby.

“I need to see Supervillain,” said Hero thickly. Henchmen raised their brows, clearly unimpressed. Hero stepped in, desperation driving them. “Please… I wouldn’t be here if there was any other way. You know Villain, henchmen please.”

Henchmen’s eyes flicked from Villain to Hero before setting their mouth in a thin line and stepping back into the house, opening the door wider.

“Thank you,” Hero breathed.

“I’m not doing this for you.”

“I know, thank you anyway. I’m grateful.”

Henchmen guided Hero to the stairs down to Supervillain’s workshop that took up the entire basement, renovated to suit Supervillain’s needs. Hero thanked Henchmen again before descending to the sounds of the door shutting behind them.

“Henchmen, if this is about tea again, I told you I’m fi—” Supervillain grumbled coming to see the intruder on the stairs. He paused, continuing to wipe his fingers in a cloth. Supervillain’s eyes took in Hero, the state of them, then focused on Villain in Hero’s arms.

Supervillain’s gaze when it returned to Hero’s eyes was heavier, weighted by their shared history. Supervillain turned away and said: “I’m closed for the day, little Hero.”

“Please.” The word was blubbered out of Hero’s lips before they could reign it in, the desperation, the despair, the panic. It caused Supervillain to pause again.

“Help them,” Hero whispered, sniffing, tears streaming down their cheeks Hero wished wouldn’t shed in front of the deadliest Villain in the entire city. “Please.”

“I told you,” said Supervillain, looking at Hero over their shoulder. “That if you walked out the door Villain was your problem. I told Villain that too. I didn’t walk, Hero. You did.”

“I’ll beg,” Hero told them taking another step down the stairs. “I’ll stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give up being a Hero, I’ll stay here with you and we can start again.”

Supervillain scoffed, casting their gaze to the ceiling instead of anywhere else. “You’d give up your freedom for that mongrel?”

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation. No hitch in Hero’s voice, no doubt.

Hero watched Supervillain’s back stiffen at the immediacy of Hero’s reply, and the guilt overwhelmed them but it was the truth. The one truth Hero would live and die by, sacrifice their freedom for. If it meant Villain lived.

Supervillain started walking again, their voice quieter as they said: “you can set them down on this table here. Then leave. I don’t need you lurking over me while I work.”

“But—” Hero protested as they set Villain on the table. The rest of their protest died on their tongue when Supervillain cut them with a glare.

“Just upstairs, you don’t have to leave. You can shower, tend to your wounds yourself.”

Hero nodded and sniffed, “oh—okay.”

Hero pressed a kiss to Villain’s forehead before they sniffed and turned to leave. Supervillain spoke and it halted Hero in their stride.

“This will cost you dearly, Hero,” they said, voice grave. Hero nodded and said: “I know.”

That’s all they said, that was all there was to say. Hero walked back up the stairs to the main house. Henchmen was waiting beside the door, arms crossed over their chest, head reclining against the wall. Hero thought Henchmen would be surprised to see Hero without Villain, but Henchmen just scoffed, shaking their head.

“They never could say no to you,” they told Hero. Their eyes were burning with scorn when they fixed on Hero’s face. “What did you do? Sell your soul? You know they won’t do that for nothing.”

“I know,” said Hero softly, too tired to fight anymore. “I’m— I’m going to lie down.”

Henchmen pushed off the wall, haughty. “Do whatever you want, Hero. It’s what you always do anyways.”

#febuwhump #febuwhump26 #help them #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump prompt calendar #Whump writing #Whump trope #injured villain #hero caretaker #ish #emotional Whump #past relationship #past complicated relationship #writblr #hero villain writing #hero villain snippet #hero villain story #hero #villain #writing #orphan writing #chaotic-orphan writing #orphan #hero x villain relationship #hero x villain #villain x hero #villain x hero relationship #henchmen #supervillain #complicated relationships

[writebackatya]

I never wanna see this type of character ever again

#it’s just not funny #it’s so one note #the Garfield movie will probably have at least one character that does thid #if Garfield injures that character then I’ll forgive them #super mario bros movie #kung fu panda 4 #animated movies #animated film #animated tropes

[vigilvntes]

OK here’s my angsty but also soft scenario:

Everybody on the team knows Adrian has feelings for you. Chris teases him all the time about how you are never gonna feel the same way. Nobody knows that you’ve been secretly dating for months.

 The team goes on what should be a routine mission, but everything goes horribly wrong and you find yourselves fighting for your lives. Adrian does everything he can to protect you, and in the process gets seriously injured.

He hast to go to the hospital, and even with his accelerated healing. It seems like he’s going to die.

You completely break down, and from your reaction it’s pretty obvious that you and Adrian are more than friends. You’d be upset if any of them were hurt, but not like this.

Anyway, you spend every day by Adrian side at the hospital, talking to him, begging for him to come back to you, telling him that you love him. It’s the first time you’ve told him that.

It takes a few weeks, but thanks to his accelerated healing. Adrian does get better in the first thing he does when he wakes back up is tell you that he loves you too.

YEAHHHH THATS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE INJECT ITTTTT

bonus points if everyone is under the impression that you hate adrian. like you constantly bicker with each other and everyone just kinda thinks that you're being fr and you can't stand his ass and that adrian is only bickering with you because he has a huge crush on you and it's the only speck of attention he gets from you. idk i think he would think it's kinda funny that the two of you argue with each other when you're with the team, and they constantly tease him and tell him that there's no chance in hell you'd ever give him a chance because you clearly hate him ... and then he gets to go home and kiss your face off and giggle about how DUMB the team are for not knowing.

so when you hear emilia tell the team over comms that adrian is down, and you rush over to him with literally no thoughts in your head other than to be with him and help him despite the chaos around you, everyone is kinda confused. when the fight is over and you're sobbing over his unconscious body, begging him to wake up and come back to you while leota drags you away so chris can pick him up and get him some help asap ... they're even more confused. except emilia. she has her "holy shit" moment right then and there but refrains from saying anything because there's more important matters at hand. she has to drive your boyfriend to the hospital before you wage war against anyone and everyone that had a part to play in his death, should that happen.

so at the hospital, you're pacing around, biting your nails, shaking. you haven't stopped crying since you saw him on the ground, blood pooling from the wound to his side. you're injured too, but every time the doctors try to treat your wounds you tell them they can't, not until you know adrian is, at the very least, alive. it's at this point that chris just can't seem to help himself. he's upset too – that's his best friend for(n)ever, but you HATE him. or so he thought. so he'll straight up ask why you're being so fucking WEIRD. why you're acting like you're in love with him, or some shit. your sad grimace, emilia's death glare, and leota and economous' (who realised on the drive to the hospital) look that says 'dude, come on??' quickly catches him up on the situation. confirms that you are, in fact, in love with adrian.

the doctors tell you that he's alive, and it's only then that you allow yourself to be treated. your wounds are surface only, easy enough to patch up, and even though you're discharged you spend almost every single day in the hospital by adrian's side, talking to him, telling him that you love him and that it should've been you and not him. some days you're forced to go home by chris or emilia, with you promising that you'll sleep (you won't) and the two of them promising that they'll stay by his side. it's on one of those days that adrian wakes up, and you're grateful that your mind won't allow you to fall asleep when you get a phone call from leota at 3am telling you he's awake.

you're still in your pyjamas when you turn up at the hospital, having literally jumped out of bed and into your car to drive over. when you rush into his hospital room, a strained, tired, dumbass grin spreads across his lips and he greets you with a 'hey, fuckhead'. you burst into tears then and there and he immediately tries to get out of the hospital bed to comfort you but emilia yells at him and tells him to sit the fuck back down before she leaves the two of you to it.

fluff ensues. back and forth i love you's. 'if you think this is bad, you shoulda seen the other guy. no– babe, it was so cool. i hit him over the head with his own hammer before he stabbed me. then i stabbed him with his own knife. double whammy.' chris turns up and questions both of you on when the fuck you stopped hating each other and started fucking instead?????????

anyway 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #ughhhh i love this shit #like angsty fluff where one of them gets injured #INJECT ITTTT #i might write this into a full fic #it's been done many many times #but i feel like i need to join in on the trope #adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #christopher smith

[jordanstrophe]

An unqualified caretaker who has to preform life saving treatment on whumpee while they have zero anesthesia or any way of blocking pain aside from a belt to bite down on.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #medical whump #injured whumpee #whump prompt #caretaker prompt #whump scenario #whump trope #whump angst #whump ideas #tw medical

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #27

Trope of the day: “Let me see.”

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When caretaker walks out of their bedroom to check where the noises come from, they are more than surprised to see whumpee in their office, sitting on the ground and rumaging through bandages.

Small drops and puddles of blood are on the floor, so caretaker snaps out of their sleepiness and hurry to whumpee's side, who tenses up when they see them.

"Sorry, I- I didn't want to wake you up," they mutter, their own eyes tired, but face pale from pain. Caretaker crouches down next to them and cocks their head.

"I'd prefer it, if you woke me up," they reassure them and nod at the arm whumpee has wrapped in makeshift bandages. “Let me see,” they say softly and patiently wait for whumpee to nod and stretch out their arm.

Caretaker won't ask where the injury comes from, it's enough that whumpee didn't flee when caretaker walked in. Small steps are better than none, they remind themself and sit down to take a better look.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #whumptober #trope of the day #“Let me see” #no.27 #whump writing #whumpee #caretaker #injured whumpee #hurt/comfort #reassuring caretaker #whumpshots

[chiharuuu22]

The Most Beautiful Music

Whumpee is good at playing musical instruments. Call it guitar, piano, or harmonica, even just by banging on the table, he can produce beautiful tones. Many times, Whumpee sings to Caretaker, and Caretaker likes to hear it.

After the final battle with Whumper, Whumpee became very weak from all his injuries and could only lie in bed for days. Never mind playing music; he has difficulty just moving.

Today, after Caretaker finished feeding Whumpee, Caretaker sat beside the bed while stroking Whumpee's hands. Suddenly, Whumpee took Caretaker into his arms and pressed her head to his chest. Caretaker could hear Whumpee's heart beating evenly. The rhythm is steady and calming.

"Sorry, as soon as I get better, I'll play music for you again," said Whumpee.

Caretaker nodded, and the two of them hugged each other tightly. Caretaker enjoyed the sound of Whumpee's heartbeat, which was now the most beautiful music she had heard.

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whump writing #recovery whump #whump scenario #whump dialogue #whump fic #whumpblr #whump comfort #whump prompt #whump tropes #music whump #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #I know it's mainstream but I like it #heartbeat #injured whumpee #whumpee heartbeat

[whumpdaydreamerx]

That moment when a Whumpee who’s usually a skilled fighter gets distracted in combat with an enemy. Whether it’s by another Whumpee or Caretaker, team.

The instant they go to throw a punch or attempt to stab a Whumper, and the Whumper side steps. Swiftly pulling out a blade and stabbing Whumpee under their outstretched arm. Or better yet, they grab Whumpee’s arm and twist it inward to stab them with their own weapon.

The gasp or hitched breath Whumpee lets out as they realize what happened. Their friends or teammates horror when they realize what happened.

#*sigh* yeahh #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #stabbed #stabbed whump #injured whumpee #injured #injury reveal #smart whumper #hitched breath #team whump #team leader whump #worried caretaker #caretaker #my writing #whump community