#prompt: team dynamics

[serickswrites]

Recording

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, video recording, forced to watch

The team looked on in horror as Kyle clicked the link that had come from an anonymous email. James was on the screen. He were tied to a chair and covered in blood, his head hanging low. 

Dexter stalked on screen and fisted James’ hair, lifting his head so he could stare directly into the camera. One of James’ eyes was swollen shut. He had a freely bleeding cut on one cheek and above his eyebrow. Blood had dried beneath his nostrils and on his lips. 

Lily gasped as they took in James’ wounds. Max’s jaw clenched. “Is this live?”

“I think so,” Kyle replied, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Go on, say it, like we agreed,” Dexter said as he bowed James’ head back further. 

James’ chest was heaving and his body tensed with the movement. “It.” James chuckled darkly as Dexter’s face controted with rage. 

With a roar, Dexter punched James in the face twice, drawing more blood from James’ bleeding nose. “THAT IS NOT FUNNY! TELL YOUR TEAM TO COME FIND YOU! TELL THEM!”

James’ eyes dropped as he looked directly in the camera. “Whatever you do, team, don’t come for me.”

Dexter screeched with rage, but James kept going. “Forget about me. Leave me. It’s ok. I--” his words were cut off suddenly as Dexter began to attack him. 

“Can’t we trace this?” Lily whispered as she watched Dexter beat James mercilessly. 

Before Kyle could reply, the camera panned away from the scene and onto a new person. Whoever had been holding the camera had flipped it. “You better come quick,” he whispered, “Dexter doesn’t take well to being defied. Come get your friend.” And the screen went black. 

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw video taping #tw forced to watch #amow #amow march-trope-a-thon #day 6 #prompt: team dynamics #prompt: video recording #queue #team whump

[hypewinter]

Danny gets summoned and is expecting to find a cult demanding favors on the other side. Instead he sees 7 babies all dressed in cute costumes. There's what appears to be the head cultists unconscious besides them. There's some weird device in his hands but Danny is too focused on the babies. Thinking that the cultists had planned on sacrificing the babies and not knowing what else to do, Danny takes the babies with him.

The heroes are freaking out. Their 7 main JLA members including Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman have all disappeared. There is no trace of them at their last known location. Did they get trapped in a prison dimension? Flung halfway across the galaxy? Killed!? No one knows. What they do know, is that they can't let the rest of the world find out.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #hyper prompts #i'm using the team from justice league the animated series #i just like their dynamic better you know? #also dc booted martian man hunter from the founders roster and i'm still salty about that >:|

[whump-kia]

oh but android whumpees though. rough maintenance, conflicting orders, the difference between feeling and programming. is it grief or did you fail your mission? is it pain or have you malfunctioned? error codes across your vision. system diagnostics on the exact amount of danger you're in. commands and disobedience and ownership and devotion and the thick substance that's not quite blood on synthetic, torn, inhuman skin. robot whumpees.

#sorry folks i'm in a phase #to name a few: connor and markus from dbh #peter from eclipse mothership rpg #literally put a robot in a team dynamic and i will froth at the mouth #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #robot whumpee #android whumpee #inhuman whumpee #cyborg whumpee

[whump-in-the-closet]

Hear me out (again).

Superhero whump, where VIllian’s power is to hurt people with touch.

So, basically, Villian can torture Hero for hours without having to stop because they aren’t hurting Hero’s physical body (if that makes sense?)

(And what if, since it doesn’t leave scars nobody believes Hero later?)

DUDE YES. YESYES YES. there is so much angst and suffering

At first, Hero didn’t understand why Villain wore gloves. Then Villain traced the tip of their finger over Hero’s jaw, and it made sense.

If someone had shoved a cattle prod under their skin, it would have hurt less. The pain was electric, and throbbed through their entire body— pounding behind their eyes—sinking deeper than any physical blow.

Hero didn’t realize they were shaking until Villain laughed softly. “Why, I’ve only touched you.”

Villain wrapped a hand around Hero’s wrist, watching as they jerked back against their restraints, back arching in a silent scream. “I thought you were tougher than that,” said Villain and took hold of Hero’s other wrist. This time, Hero cried out— the sound more animal than human.

The torture session lasted six hours. After, Villain pulled out a handheld mirror. Hero didn’t know what they expected to see but…they looked the same. Like the past six hours never happened.

The second session lasted seven hours. After the fifth, Hero stopped screaming because their voice no longer worked.

“It’s not like you have information I want,” Villain told them. “This is just fun.”

When Hero’s teammates find them, they expect Hero to be battered, beaten, unrecognizable. Sure, Hero was chained to a table, but they looked fine. They had deep purple bags under their eyes and looked terrified, but other than that? they looked fine.

“You couldn’t manage to get of here on your own?”

They undo Hero’s restraints but make no other effort to help them.

Later, no one notices how Hero flinches from touch.

Hero doesn’t allow anyone to place a hand on them. Ever. Everyone assumes Hero is simply paranoid. But when it continues, the team grows tired.

“You’re fine. Villain didn’t even hurt you.”

“You really expect us to believe you got hurt in there? The medic’s report said you had no physical damage.”

“Stop trying to make us pity you. It’s not working”

Hero looks in the mirror and tries, desperately, to find any sign of the electric pain they endured. There’s nothing. Their eyes are emptier though, glassy and cold.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump community #whump scenario #troy talks #thanks for the ask anon you’re so right for this #hero whumpee #hero and villain #villain whumper #team dynamic

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1316

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Whumpee being presumed dead and (thinks) no one is looking for them… until they make it out on their own years later to find the team as happy as ever.

However, the whumpee doesn't know about the tears, guilt, nightmares, flashbacks and the changes their “death” caused, all they can see is the team seemingly not caring and it breaks whumpee.

Whether whumpee breaks down and is eventually found by the team, attacks the team or even goes back to whumper each has its own special flavour of angst.

#I AGREE #SO MUCH #WITH THIS #whump #writing #prompts #angst #presumed dead #misunderstandings #team dynamics #guilt #trauma #worry #panic #nightmares #healing

[bleedingintogold]

A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had people that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brothers and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

#team dynamics #leader whumpee #whump community #whumpblr #leader whump #whumpee #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump #betrayal

[cpt-winters]

Team Leaders Can't Ask For Help

A tremor ran through Leader's hand. Shuddering, he readjusting his grip on the tweezers, the metal cool against his clammy hands as he worked. The crimson liquid contrasted against his pale skin as the blood ran down the upper portion of his leg and pooled around the torn flesh, his black trouser leg frayed around it.

A shaky groan escaped him as he pulled the last piece of shrapnel clear of the wound, ripping an overlapping strip of flesh as he plucked the debris away. The tweezers fell to the tray with a soft clink as he reached for the needle.

"Leader?.."

He bit back a sigh, recognizing his teammate's voice as his hand smacked against the tray harder than intended, fumbling to retrieve the needle and spool of thread.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Leader's brows pulled together, his utmost focus on the minute loop in the needle as he willed his trembling fingers to push the thread through.

A warm hand pressed against his own, carefully lifting the from his weakened grasp.

"I can do it myself."

"Yeah?" Teammate raised a brow, their eyes briefly meeting. "Well you don't have to."

#whump #team leader whump #team dynamics #stoic whumpee #protective caretaker #whump snippet #tw blood #aftercare #team whump #hospital whump #leader whump #leader whumpee #turns out I'm alive #if this isn't coherent i'm not sober so yeah #physical whump #whump tropes #whump prompt #comfort whump

[whump-or-whatever]

Just imagining Team Leader whumpee who has had a particularly bad day and Team knows it, so some of the Team Members go over to their place to check in on them. They knock and there’s no answer so they try the door and it’s open. They walk in and find Team Leader just blasting music and getting cross-faded, absolutely out of it. And that’s when Team realizes just how much of an effect things have on Team Leader.

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump tropes #team whump #team leader whump #team leader whumpee #alcohol #alcohol abuse whump #drug whump #team dynamics #team leader

[whumperofworlds]

A new recruit joins the team, and has been abusing Whumpee. They beat them, hurt them emotionally, etc, and Whumpee kept quiet. Were they worried that the team wouldn't believe their story? Were they threatened into silence?

Leader, however, seemed to have noticed how withdrawn Whumpee is. They even noticed bruises and injuries that were on Whumpee's skin, and they asked them if they were alright. Whumpee brushed them off, saying that they were clumsy, before walking away.

Then, the new recruit took it too far, seriously hurting Whumpee, and when Leader heard their screams, they saw, to their horror, the new recruit, standing over a bleeding Whumpee, taunting them.

Cue a protective and pissed Leader.

#whump #whump prompt #team #team dynamics #team leader #whumpee #abusive teammate #abused whumpee #blood #protective team leader

[whumpalicious08]

Caretaker/whumpee h/c or post-whump comfort!

You know for someone who professes love for h/c I write surprisingly little of it. Let's change that;

Sidekick! Whumpee, recently rescued from Villain Whumper. Superhero/mentor Caretaker does his best to put him back together.

SOME PRETTY INTENSE TWS FOR THIS ONE : NIGHTMARES, PTSD, SELF HARM, ANXIETY ATTACKS

Whumpee forced to strip so Caretaker can treat his injuries. Whumpee is perched on the edge of the bathroom counter, hunched forward. Beside him, Caretaker fills the sink with water. "Can you lift your shirt?" He says, as gently as he can. Whumpee swallows the lump in his throat, begins to pull the blood-soaked fabric over his head. Caretaker inhales sharply, not even trying to hide his concern. Cuts, gashes, bruising around Whumpee's ribs ... he'd been beaten, burned, tortured, over and over and over again. But the worst of it all, the thing that makes Caretaker sick to his stomach, are the four little letters cut deep into the skin under Whumpee's collarbone. Mine. "Oh god- what's he done to you..." Caretaker's never seen the Villain be this bad, not with him. "Caretaker-" Whumpee interrupts his train of thought. His voice borders on pleading. "I'm begging you; don't make me talk about it."

Follow up : Whumpee disgusted with Whumper's mark. The sound of smashing glass from Whumpee's bedroom makes Caretaker spring into action immediately. The door is locked, but he throws his shoulder into it over and over again until the wood gives way and he stumbles into the room. Whumpee's stood in front of his mirror, fingers curled around a piece of broken glass. He's cutting around the carving. "Whumpee, stop!" Caretaker wrestles with his mentee, the latter fighting tooth and nail to resist his hold. "Let me go! Let me- I need to get rid of it- I need-" Whumpee's injuries slowly get the better of him, and he begins to break down, slumping against Caretaker. "No, no, no- I -I need to cut it out- please, Caretaker, let me cut it out, I need to-" Whumpee is in hysterics, still meekly thrashing against his mentor. Caretaker's eyes fill with tears. "It's going to be okay, Whumpee. You're going to be okay." He doesn't know who he's trying to convince more.

Whumpee's having a nightmare. He's moaning and twitching in his sleep, unintelligible cries for mercy passing his lips. Caretaker is awake before his protégé even stirs, knelt by his bedside, panic making his heart jackhammer against his chest. "Whumpee! Wake up!" Whumpee wakes before his mind does, blindly swinging his fists at Caretaker instinctively. "No! No! Please- don't touch me!" Caretaker grabs his wrists, pins them in front of him. "Whumpee, it's me. It's Caretaker, you're safe." Whumpee's blurry eyes pick out Caretaker's form, and his face crumples along with his body, arms thrown around Caretaker's neck. "M'sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobs into his shirt. Caretaker hushes him, rubs circles into his back. "You're not the one who has anything to apologise for, Whumpee. Not one thing."

Whumpee flinching accidentally when Caretaker startles them. Caretaker fixes them with a concerned look. Whumpee sniffs irritably, looks away. "I'm okay." Caretaker huffs a humourless laugh. "No, Whumpee. You're not." His tone is too gentle, too compassionate. Something inside of Whumpee breaks.

Whumper used to call whumpee the same nicknames his team mates would. Team mate casually slaps Whumpee on the back at the end of a mission, gives him an easy going smile. "Nice work today, Pretty boy." He says nonchalantly, tossing the phrase over his shoulder as he leaves. Whumpee freezes, rooted in place even as his other team members clear out. Two little words and he's back there again. Abandoned, broken. Would be completely alone if not for... Whumpee stuffs his hand in his mouth, wrangles down a sob. Mentor/Leader notices from across the room, is by his side in an instant. "Whumpee," he says, placatingly. Whumpee turns his startled eyes to his, tense as a wire. "Caretaker-" He murmurs, panicked. "I can't- I can't breathe." Caretaker makes slow movements, curls his hand around the back of his neck because he knows it calms the younger boy down. "It's okay. Just focus on my voice, okay? You're not there anymore. You're not with him." Whumpee shakes his head, trembling. "You're wrong, Caretaker." He was naive to think he could just jump back into missions like nothing happened. Like his life wasn't over the day he was taken from his team, from Caretaker. "He's always with me."

EDIT: SO, NOT SUPER IMPORTANT, BUT I WAS READING OVER THIS POST AND REALISED HOW MANY SMALL SPELLING ERRORS AND STUFF I MADE BC IT WAS LIKE, 1AM. WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BETA READER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, NOT EVEN JUST FOR SPELL CHECKS BUT ALSO FOR JUST BOUNCING OF IDEAS AND STUFF (BE MY FRIEND PLEASE 😭). ANYWAY, INBOX IS OPEN FOR ANYONE TO CHAT, BETA PROSPECTIVE OR NOT!

#emotional whump #whump #whump fic #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whumpee #caretaking #hurt/comfort #team dynamics #nightmare #angst #ptsd tw #trauma #trauma recovery #caretaker

[dainluvr]

Bit random but here’s roles for your team if you ever need them for your team whump scenarios:

A/N: making this mainly bc I tried to find one of these but couldn’t (and also because I’m running out of content LMAO)

Leader - The person who’s in charge of everything, pretty self explanatory.

Caretaker - The person who’s closest to Whumpee. Could also be another one of the ones on the list at the same time (e.g. Caretaker and Medic).

Sniper - The person who shoots from the shadows. Usually (but not always) someone who’s trained by law enforcement.

Medic - The person who’s responsible for healing the rest of their team and patching up their injuries. AKA healer.

Fighter - The one who just fights, not necessarily with a weapon.

The clown - Usually the dumb one who’s there purely for comic relief.

In my opinion, those 5 are the backbone of the team, but here’s also some extras you can add on:

Mage/ wizard - The magic one, the one that comes up with spells and uses powers.

Hacker - The one who hacks into everything. That’s literally it.

Archer - Uses bow & arrow to fight.

Thief - The person who’s a stealing genius, have probably been stealing for a while if not their whole life.

The boring one - You know the only responsible character? Yeah.

Team mom/dad - Basically “the boring one” but more caring.

The pet - The team pet, just for vibes.

The social butterfly - Usually the character that goes “I know a guy” every time theres an issue that requires outside help.

Mechanic - The person that fixes stuff (e.g. broken armour or weapons) less seen in media for some reason, everything just kinda seems to fix itself with no explanation.

Ninja - Basically the “fighter” but less noisy and more sleek.

The maker - Also a less popular one, but it’s basically the one that makes everything, the gear, the teams costumes, the weapons, everything.

The stupid one - Last but not least, the stupid one, basically like the clown but without the humour. Always misinterprets everything they’re told (me too) and can barely do basic maths (also me too).

That’s it basically (if I missed any lmk), really hope this helped (or will help lol). Also remember, your characters don’t have to stick to only one of these roles, in fact, better written characters usually have at least 2 of these roles. However, if you just want them to have one of these roles for each character absolutely go for it, in the end it just comes down to personal preference.

#whump #whump things #whump blog #team #Team whump #writing #team dynamics #team roles #whump prompt #whump writing #writing prompt #caretaker #Team writing

[whumpdoyoumean]

Maybe somewhat predictably, I am a big fan of when a team goes into a high-stakes mission where failure of some degree is all but guaranteed, where there's basically no way that everyone is going to get out unscathed.

But something that might rival that for me is when it's a low-stakes, run-of-the-mill mission. An easy op, where no one is supposed to get hurt. And then it goes wrong--intel was bad, there are baddies they weren't expecting, or there's just a series of flukes that go the bad guys' way.

Whatever the case, no one sees it coming when one of their own gets badly injured. And they aren't equipped for it. There's no back up, no evacuation plan. The up-beat (maybe even playful) attitude the team had going into the op is all but shattered as they scramble to rescue one of their own, who's as confused as everyone else is worried about the blood that's pouring from their body. It's a sobering reminder that what they all do is always dangerous, even when they aren't going up against a big bad.

#whump prompt #whump trope #team whump #whump scenario #hurt/comfort #team dynamic #writing prompt #whump #mine

[whumpdrivethru]

Hi! Can I get, uhhh... a meal of high fantasy whump with a knight whumpee getting hit with some kind of a lightning spell. I'd love it if they get dragged to safety by other party members afterwards!

Coming right up!

Cw// electrocution, bone breaking, gore/body horror, burning, emeto, insecurity

Knight was running when pain struck their body. Their team was winning, but Knight was specifically targeted by the others’ mage. It seemed their tactician had planned this. Suddenly, they regretted wearing metal armor. It only seemed to amplify the agony that ripped them to shreds. At least, it felt that way.

Knight would have almost preferred it.

They fell, losing their footing and tumbling down a rocky hill. This time, they were grateful for their armor. As singed as it was from the attack, it held as Knight rolled, scraping at the ground for something to stop their fall. The rocks and gravel slipped through their fingers and their helmet cracked against a large rock.

The clang reverberated around the helmet, Knight’s hands coming up to their ears, but it did no use as they couldn’t get their hands under the helmet in time. Their ears rung. Their body burned. Any exposed skin was rubbed raw and cut from sharp stones. They didn’t know if the enemy mage was following them, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was stopping their fall.

They couldn’t even do that.

Finally, after they came to a stop at the bottom, they let out a shaky exhale. They hurt in more places than they did before they fell. They couldn’t move their right leg. They could feel their skin melted to their armor, which was still hot from the attack. The only thing they could smell was their burning flesh, singed hair, and they gagged.

They struggled to pull their helmet off, managing to throw it to the side and roll over onto their hands just in time to empty their stomach into the gravel. The motion of that alone caused a wave of pain that forced them down to their elbows.

“Fuck,” they whispered, looking away through tears. The mess was speckled with blood. They didn’t even want to imagine the internal damage the lightning caused. Besides the external burns, which the medic could handle (at least they thought he could) there was still a matter of their insides. They were almost roasted alive, their armor becoming a sort of Brazen Bull, for fuck’s sake.

“Knight! Knigh-“ Swordsman screamed when Knight looked up. “Holy- fuck, I’m coming!” Swordsman knelt beside them and helped roll them over again. “Knight, what happened?” Knight groaned, wincing as Swordsman took them from under the arms.

“The mage got-“ they gasped their leg was shifted. “Got to me. Lightni-“ they screamed as their armor was jostled. “Lighting. The fucker,” they spat through the agony, shaking their head. They were seeing spots. They begged the spots to take over their vision, to pull them under so they didn’t have to deal with the pain any longer.

But they didn’t.

The pain kept Knight awake and sobbing, chest burning in embarrassment. They forced themself to stay quiet as Swordsman lifted them to their good leg, pulling an arm around his shoulder. Their broken leg screamed as it brushed the ground, eliciting a heaving sob from them.

They were crying in front of Swordsman. What a baby.

If Swordsman shared the sentiment, he didn’t make it noticeable. He mumbled comfort and reassurance into their ear whenever they whimpered or cried particularly loud. Knight was grateful for that.

“You’re going to be okay, Knight,” he squeezed their hand. “We’re going to help you. Just a little further now. Nice and slow.” Knight shook their head, letting it fall forward. The sky was a crisp blue, not a cloud in the sky. It would be nice if they weren’t dying. They looked at the gravel instead, the stones blurring as they limped along.

Each small step forward was more painful than the last. “I can’t- can’t do this, Swordsman,” Knight gasped, letting out a pained whine as Swordsman stumbled. Their armor was heavy. It was weighing both of them down. Swordsman was strong, but he couldn’t hold up the tank that was Knight in full armor. “Just leave me here,” Leave me here and save yourself, Swordsman. I’m-“ they burst into body wracking sobs, making Swordsman collapse and bringing Knight down with him. “I’m not worth it!” They wailed, digging their fingers into the gravel. “I’m- I’m sorry… please, forgive me.”

Swordsman laid there for a minute before he wrapped his arms around Knight. They seemed to freeze as he tightened his embrace. They obviously weren’t expecting Swordsman to feel this way after they dumped their insecurities onto him. Swordsman inhaled deeply, breathing in the stench of burnt skin. He gagged quietly and closed his eyes, trying to hold his breath. He couldn’t stand to see, or smell, his best friend in their current state. Knight lifted an arm with difficulty and let it fall against Medic’s back.

“Knight? Swordsman?” Swordsman sat up.

Medic. And Archer and Bard and Leader.

“Guys? The-“ footsteps pounded the gravel as the rest of the team ran to them. “The reinforcements are pushing the enemy back. Knight-“

“Knight’s injured. The other team’s mage hit them with a lightning spell. I don’t know how badly they’re hurt, but-“ Medic’s features twisted into worry. Swordsman could see the panic behind his eyes.

“I need to help them now.” It was easier to pick up Knight with the rest of the group assisting Swordsman in lifting their body. Knight’s moans and cries of pain made everyone uncomfortable, not just Swordsman. They felt guilty. Guilty that they couldn’t help their beloved teammate any more at the moment. They felt worried. Worried for their safety and survival. Knight’s survival depended solely on the team’s haste and their own will to live.

Please let them be alright, God, Swordsman prayed as the team helped them to the boat. He trailed behind, holding his own injured arm. The adrenaline had finally worn off and it began to sting. A minor injury that didn’t need treatment.

Not compared to Knight. They were the priority now.

Please, I need them to be okay. Please.

———

I’m Quill and I hope you enjoy your meal. Come again soon :)

#quill #whumpdrivethru #electrocution #bone breaking #gore #body horror #burning #emeto #insecurity #fantasy whump #magic whump #knight whumpee #team dynamics #answered asks #whump #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog

[whump-in-the-closet]

Multiple Whumpees stuck in the same place together, divided by their different ways of handling the Whumper’s torture

The ones who react with stoic indifference are constantly on edge with the rebellious ones.

The tension cuts deeper than any knife wound, and the two groups drop so far as to mock the other. Pointing out their scars and how quickly they screamed. Getting into late night blurry eyes brawls.

Burning comments about how the stoic ones “don’t have it as bad” “haven’t been really hurt.” “don’t know what real pain is”

It doesn’t matter if the “stoics” stumble into a corner of their cell and stare at the opposite wall, at the ceiling, saying nothing. Doesn’t matter if their hands twitch like they’re still feeling leftover electric pain.

There is of course, retaliation.

“You’re all so stupid. You think sarcasm will save you?” “you’re always the first to scream” “you broke so quickly, we could hear it from down the hall.”

They turn a blind eye to how the “rebellious” ones will beg for one of their own companions to be given a brief reprieve. How their screams are interrupted by savage curses. How they stare Whumper down, even when forced to kneel.

#guess who’s phone is about to die #woohoo #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump tropes #defiant whumpee #stoic whumpee #cw captivity #cw implied torture #team dynamics

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1342

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A is the black sheep of the team and isn't very well-liked by most of the others. Because of this they often lash out at the others since all they ever get is negative feedback. When the rookie Character B joins, A assumes they'll be like the others, especially when the team warns B about them. Yet to their surprise, B ignores all that and is nice to A. A isn't sure what to think, but they soon become very protective of B, enough so that they put themselves in harm's way for them...

#whump #writing #prompts #angst #protective whumpee #ideas #injury #team dynamics #self sacrifice #arguments #miscommunication

[bleedingintogold]

promise

Right-Hand opened his eyes to find himself under what looked like the wing of the jet. Mangled metal and smoke surrounded him.

They crashed.

He grit his teeth as he pulled himself from under the wing, discovering that besides a throbbing head, his leg was definitely broken.

He was forgetting something.

Someone.

He didn't come here alone.

He came with Leader. Where was Leader?

"Leader!" He called out, dragging his broken leg behind him as he crawled away from the rubble. Leader couldn't be too far away, he was right beside him in the cockpit. So he must be on the other side. Right-Hand let his pain escape his throat as he dragged himself along. He heard him before he saw him. Painful, wheezing breathing that wasn't his own.

"Leader! Leader, I'm here!" He wasn't prepared for the scene in front of him. Leader was on his back, with a large piece of metal in his stomach. His navy jacket had turned black, stained with blood. Leader must have been bleeding out for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Leader. Leader it's okay, I'm here,"

"It hurts," Leader said quietly, eyes meeting his Second-in-Command but not truly looking at him. "I know," Right-Hand assessed as much as he could see, pushing through the blurry vision of his own concussion.

"It's...bad? How...how bad?"

Pulling Leader out would just kill him quicker, not that Right-Hand had the strength to do it anyway. "The team should already be on their way, Leader. Our beacon would have activated as soon as we crashed," Leader only hummed weakly in response, face turning paler by the minute.

"No, no. Leader you gotta stay awake, yeah?" Right-Hand slapped his fingers gently against Leader's cheek.

"Ow..."

"I'm sorry. But you can't sleep, alright? Talk to me, Leader. Tell me about something,"

"Huh?"

"Anything, Leader. Tell me...tell me about..." Right-Hand's head throbbed harder as he tried to string his words together. His eyelids felt heavy. "Hey...hey...you gotta stay awake too," Leader said, making Right-Hand jolt awake.

"Don't...don't leave me alone..."

"I won't. I'm here. I'm here, Leader,"

Fear cruised through Right-Hand's veins when he realized he had just woken up again.

Leader.

No. No. No.

He promised Leader he'd stay with him!

"Shit, Right-Hand, calm down!" Teammate said as she pushed Right-Hand back onto the makeshift bed.

"Leader? Where's Leader?" Teammate's eyes widened at that, exchanging a look with Medic. "Leader's here too, Right-Hand. We found you both,"

"I need to see him. Let me see Leader. Leader!" Medic kept his arm across Right-Hand's chest to keep him down, not needing much force with how weak Right-Hand was.

"Not right now, Right-Hand,"

"You found us in time, yeah? Why are you here then? You should be working on him!"

"Right-Hand..."

"No, no. Go work on Leader, damn it! I'm fucking ordering you to!" He said as he struggled against Teammate and Medic, kicking his IV tower down with his good leg.

"Right-Hand, stop fighting us!"

"He's dead, Right-Hand! He was dead when we found him!"

Right-Hand felt his heart drop at that. Leader couldn't be dead. He was right there with Right-Hand a few minutes ago? How many hours was he sleep?

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where is he?"

"...Leader's right beside you, Right-Hand," Teammate moved to show Right-Hand the second cot. Someone was lying in it. A white cloth draped over their body and face.

"No. No, that's not him. Medic, that's not Leader," "It is. It is, Right-Hand. He bled out as soon as we arrived. Teammate, show Right-Hand Leader's face,"

Teammate hesitated as she turned toward the body of their leader. She gently pulled away the cloth covering his face, proving to Right-Hand that it was indeed Leader under the cloth.

"I told him...I promised him, I'd stay. I promised him I wouldn't leave him alone!"

"You didn't leave him, Right-Hand. He wasn't alone. You were right there until the end,"

Right-Hand reached out to pull Leader's hand from under the cloth, tears falling as he felt cold skin against his fingertips.

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