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It was late in the night as Whumpee struggled down their last mile of road.

They were soaked as they rounded the corner to the subdivision. The cold rain hadn't let up once.

"Please be home", they pleaded as they walked up the driveway. Their body gave, and they collapsed into a puddle halfway up the drive.

Gentle hands embraced them within seconds.

"What are you doing out here?", a whisper mumbled as they were carried into the house.

"I'm sorry I have to do this", a gentle voice sighed as they pulled off the soaked clothing, "you are dangerously close to getting sick."

"Caretaker I", Whumpee whispered.

"Shh, let's get you taken care of", a blanket covered Whumpee, "then you can tell me why you were out walking this late in the freezing downpour."

Caretaker threw the clothes in their dryer, and came back to Whumpee.

"Have you eaten yet?" Caretaker eyed them, "don't lie to me."

"No Caretaker I haven't", Whumpee looked down now realizing how late it was.

"Are you okay?", Caretaker looked at them with concern.

"Yes, I'm sorry I'm bothering you", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye.

"You're not bothering me Whumpee, I'm just concerned about you", Caretaker sighed, "can you tell me what happened", Caretaker started to make some dinner for Whumpee.

Whumpee blubbered a little, then sighed, they wiped the tear away, "my parents found out I-I'm part of the LGBQTA+ community", Whumpee realized they didn't know if Caretaker hated the community, they gave a terrified look to Caretaker.

Caretaker nodded, "how did they find out?"

"You don't. You're not mad at me?", Whumpee looked at Caretaker.

"No, why would I be", Caretaker frowned, "I promised you I'd take care of you no matter what, and I kind of already figured you were. Why didn't you call me at least? Just tell me what happened."

"I was at a pride festival earlier today with my friends, apparently someone saw me and told my parents. I got home, and they cornered me and asked me. I couldn't deny it, there was pictures even", Whumpee started to cry, "they kicked me out, and my phone was dead. I didn't know who else to go to, but I had no way to call you."

Caretaker handed them a tissue, "okay, how about you spend the night here. I'll go over to your parents house tomorrow...."

"I don't want to go back to them Caretaker, I knew they were... I knew they were homophobic, but them doing this just set it in stone. I won't be safe with them", Whumpee shook, "I don't know where I'll go, but I'm not going to them."

Caretaker finished cooking and handed Whumpee a plate full of food.

"You can stay here with me if you like", Caretaker sighed as they patted Whumpee's back, "I won't mind having you stay here."

"Caretaker you don't have to do that", Whumpee looked up from the food, "I don't want to bother you."

"Whumpee I promised I'd take care of you no matter what. You already have a bedroom in my house, so we can use that, I will work at getting your belongings", Caretaker smiled.

"But how?", Whumpee wrapped the blanket around them remembering they were naked under it.

"Let me see if your clothes are dry", Caretaker sighed.

"Wait how are you going to get my stuff?", Whumpee looked at him weirdly.

"You're a minor. It's illegal in our state to kick out a child. That's child endangerment. Your parents are going to be in big trouble for this one", Caretaker grinned.

"Even if a child is gay?"

"Yes, they are at least responsible until you reach eighteen, there is only a few ways out of that", Caretaker frowned, "I'll take it to court and at least get some things if yours, the rest we can easily replace."

The next morning Caretaker jumped at the sound of loud knocking at their front door.

"Oh goodie", Caretaker sighed as they looked out the window and saw Whumpee's parents, "oh good they brought the police... one less call for me to make."

Caretaker opened the door.

"Can I help you?", Caretaker opened the door slightly.

"Where's Whumpee?", the mom frowned, "we didn't mean to hurt them, but they can't stay here."

"Funny, them staying here has never been an issue before. They are in their bedroom resting after their long walk last night. It was freezing last night you know", Caretaker looked at the police, "they found out their child was LGBQTA+ and kicked them out last night. Whumpee showed up on my property dangerously close to getting sick. Whumpee has already voiced they do not want to return to their parents because they feel unsafe. I have a paper if you'd like, it gives me a right to take over Whumpee's care."

The police officer looked at the parents then at Caretaker.

"How dare you. That is only if something happened to us", Whumpee's dad tried to step into the home.

"You may not step into my home", Caretaker heard Whumpee stepnaround the corner, "that form permits me to take over care of Whumpee if their parents are deemed unfit to care for them. I know that is there as I made sure of it. You allowed your anger to cloud your judgment, and in that, you told your child they were unlovable. You endangered them. You are unfit to care for them now."

"Can't you do anything?" Whumpee's mom yelled at the police.

"Can I see the form?", the police nodded.

"You may come in, and I will get the form for you", Caretaker grinned, "those two are not allowed in my home."

The police stepped into the house, and Caretaker brought out the form.

"Yes, this all checks out", the police looked it over, "you will need to finalize with courts for this to be ruled."

"Yes, I have my appointment set up already", Caretaker looked at Whumpee and nodded.

"May I ask them a few questions before I leave... in private?", the police looked over at Whumpee.

"Yes of course, the living room is this way. I'll stay here in the kitchen", Caretaker watched them walk away.

"So are you here willingly", the police watched Whumpee's mannerisms.

"Yes, I don't feel safe with my parents... they just proved to me that they don't care. I want to stay with Caretaker", Whumpee looked at the police, "please don't make me leave with my parents."

"Okay and you feel safe around this person?", the officer looked around. The home seemed to be well kept and safe, "this person seems to to be stable.... I'll be honest they seem more stable then your parents, especially right now."

"Yes Caretaker has always been protective of me, and has promised several times they would protect me no matter what. This isn't the first time I've had to come here like this, but this time I was so scared. Plus the weather last night walking here, and not able to call Caretaker."

"Alright thankyou for your time. Because of your paperwork and the victim's statements I will not force them to leave with their parents. Just please make sure the paperwork is filed accordingly so this remains legal."

"Yes of course", Caretaker nodded.

The police stepped out of the house and after some yelling from Whumpee's parents. The porch was cleared.

Caretaker turned to Whumpee.

"You alright?", Caretaker gave a concerned look.

"Yes, a little shaken, but I'm alright", Whumpee hugged themself, "that was a lot."

"I know. We have some work to do, but I promise everything will be straightened out", Caretaker smiled, "you're safe now."

"Thankyou Caretaker", Whumpee quickly wiped a tear and sighed in relief.

"Your welcome", Caretaker walked to them and hugged them, "I'm here to protect you, always."

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Character A cradling the injured Character B against their chest, but it’s nothing close to gentle; A is holding them in place to keep them from writhing and one hand is tight over their mouth to muffle their whimpers and moans of agony.

“I know,” A soothes in a desperate hiss, rocking B hurriedly back and forth. “Shh, I know, I know it hurts, but you have to be quiet! They’re looking for us!”

Oooh, drama

Caretaker has been searching for their missing friend Whumpee for days, weeks, but today they’ve finally tracked them down. Armed and angry as they approach the hideout, they take a breath, preparing themself. They’re going to rescue Whumpee, no matter the cost, no matter who stands in their way. 

What they don’t know yet, what they’re about to discover when they burst in, is that the whumper standing in their way is their own S/O.

👀👍

June of Doom Day 28

"Say something." / Numb / Cold Shoulder / Gag

Prompts List | Event Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 400

Tag List: @juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf

CW: parting words regret, referenced argument, stubbed toe, darkness, bound and gagged, bruises, used as bait

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The keys jangled as Caretaker unlocked the door, the only sound on the street this late at night. The house was mostly dark, but they spied the light streaming through the dining room curtains, so Whumpee was still home.

They pushed the door open, the keys clicking quietly together. “…Whumpee?”

No response. Maybe they hadn’t heard? 

Caretaker stepped inside, pulling the keys out of the lock and closing the door behind them. Hanging the ring onto the hook in the hall, they kicked off their shoes, listening for movement elsewhere in the house. It was pretty late... perhaps they were asleep? Why’d they leave the dining room light on?

They moved through the house, stumbling and cursing as they slammed their foot into the wooden leg of the couch in the living room. It was a miracle they made it to the dining room in one piece.

The dining room was dim, a single lamp illuminating the entire room, casting corners into dark shadows. Whumpee was silhouetted in front of the light source, seated motionless at the dining table, facing away from Caretaker. 

“Whumpee?” Caretaker asked softly, stepping into the dining room. “I… I came to apologize. For what I said earlier. It wasn’t fair, you didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry.”

Whumpee shifted slightly in their seat but did not even look at Caretaker.

“I know you’re still angry…” Caretaker said, “and whatever you want to yell at me, just do it. I deserve it.”

Silence.

“Please, just say something!”

Whumpee shook their head, just barely. Caretaker exhaled, set their jaw, and walked around the table to face them. When they glimpsed Whumpee’s profile, however, they froze in horror.

Even in the dim light from the lamp, the bruises on Whumpee’s face were obvious: the black eye, the blood streaming from a cut over their forehead. Not to mention the gag stuffed into their mouth and tied around their head! How had Caretaker not noticed—?!

They cursed and rushed to Whumpee’s side, untying the gag and slipping it out of their mouth. The cloth was soaked in blood and spit. Whumpee gasped softly, staring at Caretaker with wide eyes.

No, not at Caretaker.

Past Caretaker.

“Behind you—!” They yelled, just as strong hands grabbed Caretaker by the throat.

Team Whump One Shots

Food--TW: captivity, self-sacrifice

I Have You--TW: torture; kidnapping, captivity, self sacrifice, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee

Scream--TW: creeping/intimate whumper; torture; restraints; implied kidnapping; whipping; defiant whumpee (in secret!)

Only If You're Good--TW: bindings, restraint, noncon touch, future noncon, creepy/inimate whumper, self-sacrifice

Oh No--TW: betrayal, physical assault; physical violence

Volunteer--TW: captivity, self-sacrifice (implied),

Fine--TW: implied kidnapping

Hear--TW: abduction

Friendly--TW: gunshot, wounds, blood, friendly fire, choking

Feeling Wrong--TW: blood, impaling, swords, kidnapping

Second--TW: torture, captivity, restraints, blood, wounds, rescue

Ask for This--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, self-sacrifice, blood

Seated--TW: captivity, torture, rescue, injury, broken bones, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Eighty Percent--TW: rescue attempt, referenced captivity

Break Free--TW: captivity, cages, escape, implied torture

Safe Now--TW: blood, injury, wounds, self-sacrifice

Stronger--TW: captivity, torture, electrocution, forced to watch, self sacrifice

At the End--TW: blood, injury, self sacrifice, unclear character status, head injury, hospital

Die For You--TW: captivity, threat of torture, cruel whumper

Hold on to Me--TW: captivity, restraints, failed escape attempt, stabbing, hidden injury

All Tied Up--TW: wounds, blood, guns, gunshot, restraints, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Breathe Me--TW: broken bones, captivity, torture, forced to watch

Through Me--TW: strangulation, drowning, infection, forced to watch

Make Your Choice--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution

Strength--TW: captivity, restraints, cage, implied future torture

What You Know--TW: kidnapping, gun, blindfolds, threats, restraints

Bridge--TW: captivity, torture, escape, bruises, broken bones

Tabled for Later--TW: kidnapping, implied torture

We're Out of Time--TW: blood, wounds, gore, gunshot, field med

Say Something--TW: referenced captivity, referenced torture, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

I'm Not Going Anywhere--TW: hospital, referenced captivity, referenced torture, unconsciousness, self sacrifice

I Think I'm Going To Be Sick--TW: knife, stab wound, stabbing, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

You'll Get Used To It--TW: hostage situation, self sacrifice, restraints, gun

Whumper forces smallest teammate to torture team leader request--TW: captivity, torture, forced to watch, manipulation, forced participation (tbh idk how to tag this), restraints, physical violence, bruises, electrocution

Written There In Your Eyes--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, electrocution, rescue

Perfect Body to the Grave--TW: captivity, buried alive, suffocation, cpr, unclear character status

Teammate One takes one for the team--TW: captivity, torture, unconsciousness, forced to watch

Krampus--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, drowning, blood, wounds, drugging

John Mclane--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, gun, gunfire

Way Away--TW: torture, poison, choking, collapse, unconsciousness, self sacrifice, unclear character status

Stay. Please.--TW: kidnapping, captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, self sacrifice, broken bones, bruises, blood, unconsciousness, rescue, hospital, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

Solitary--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, solitary confinement, small spaces, sensory deprivation

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire--TW: captivity, torture, bruises, blood, unconsciousness

The Killing Dance--TW: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, electrocution, burns, stabbing, drowning, asphyxiation,

Tiles--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, aftermath of torture, unclear character status

Board--TW: captivity, restraint, torture, forced to watch, drowning, water torture, waterboarding

The Leftovers--TW: stab wound, blood, bleeding, left for dead, betrayal

When You Can't Run--TW: captivity, torture, escape, hidden injury, infection, blood, wound, unconsciousness

Smallest Teammate is Team Leader's sibling request--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, self sacrifice, electrocution

Imprisoned--TW: captivity, restraints, torture

Whumper threatens team request--TW: captivity, restraint, rescue attempt, threat of torture, self sacrifice, forced to watch

What Happened--TW: betrayal, knife, stabbing, blood, wound, collapse, unconsciousness

Broken Promises--TW: hidden injury, blood, stabbing, wound, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee

Does It Hurt?--TW: captivity, torture, death, murder, blood, rescue attempt

Cross--TW: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, forced to watch, betrayal, knife, blood

Pocket--TW: eferenced captivity, referenced kidnapping, implied torture

Sit--TW: restraints, captivity, torture, forced to watch, water torture, waterboarding

I Can Handle It--TW: blood, wounds, field medicine, referenced kidnapping

At Least It Can't Get Any Worse--TW: explosion, collapse, head injury, crush injury, blood

Whumpee, freed from being bound, rubbing their wrists and other areas that were once tied up, implying that they were tied tightly.

That's the post.

Caretaker has finally found Whumpee! However, Whumper is in the way, and in order to save Whumpee, they have to fight Whumper off.

They fight as hard as they could, but Whumper is too strong. They lost the battle, and they could only stay there and get themself beaten and captured by Whumper.

Whumpee could only watch in horror as Whumper binds Caretaker's wrists behind their back. Their only hope of escape from this hellhole, was taken down right in front of them.

You're writing is amazing!! <3 If possible, is it alright to do something focusing on an embarrassed/shy sidekick that got injured in battle, and has to let the (flirty) hero tend to their wounds/wash hair/feed them because of how weak they are at the moment? Bonus points for a very touch starved sidekick, and some tension.

"Sit down."

"It's fine, I can-"

"Sit." The hero met their eyes. "What sort of mentor would I be without giving you the appropriate post-battle aftercare?"

"You don't have to phrase it like that," the sidekick mumbled. They did sit, though.

"What?" The hero grinned, opening up the first aid kit. "Aftercare?"

The sidekick looked down, horribly aware of the heat radiating off their face.

The hero laughed quietly; warm and fond.

"The injuries aren't that bad," the sidekick said. "I'm just tired." So very, very tired. Their limbs felt like melted marshmallows; pitiful goop.

"Mm, no wonder. You were very impressive out there."

"Just doing my job." They shivered as the hero began to make quick work tending to their minor wounds, touch warm and strong and confident. They tried not to lilt into it. They blamed the exhaustion in the fact that they did.

"And now I'm just doing mine, hotshot."

The hero pressed closer, shifting so that they could take the sidekick's weight. They stroked their fingers, entirely unnecessarily, entirely lovely, through the sidekick's hair.

The sidekick's eyes fluttered closed. A small, embarrassingly needy sound left them. "S-sorry."

"Don't be. You're sweet."

"I'm useless like this."

"I think it's adorable." The hero placed the last plaster over a cut on the sidekick's temple. "You never let me look after you normally. I like it."

"Well, I'm supposed to be supporting you...."

The hero pressed a kiss to the sidekick's temple.

The sidekick's eyes, for all of their tiredness, snapped open. They glanced up at the hero.

The hero smiled again. "Kissing it better. Did it help?"

The blush returned full force. "You're ridiculous."

"I could kiss the rest of them too. Just one might be a fluke. It's not scientific."

"So stupid." The sidekick covered their burning face with their hands.

"So cute."

"Don't tease me." It was another mumble; torn between the delicious squirming feeling that the teasing left in them and the sheer horror of it, that the hero might be mocking them.

They didn't think the hero was mocking them, though. They weren't the sort. Did they flirt with possibly everything? Yes. Were they unkind? No. But that didn't make it real. That didn't make the desperate rise of hope in the hero's chest any easier to bear.

"You are cute." The hero did a last check over the scrapes and scratches, before moving. They pulled the sidekick up into their arms, cradling them like they weighed nothing. "My cute little absolute devastation of a powerhouse."

"It was nothing." The sidekick clutched hold, stomach swooping.

"You saved my life."

"You save them. I save you. It's nothing."

"Hey." Some of the flirting dropped. The hero waited for the sidekick to meet their eyes. "It's not nothing. Thank you."

The sidekick swallowed, but managed a nod.

The hero carried them through to the spare bedroom, and for all of the sidekick's flittering nerves, they were half-asleep by the time they arrived. Sapped of strength and energy. It made it easy to go along with the hero for once, to let them tuck the sidekick beneath the sheets.

The world felt lulled.

The hero caressed their cheek, taking another moment to study them, gaze intent.

The sidekick slid theirs away, breath catching.

"I'm not teasing you," the hero said, softly. "I'm quite genuine in everything I've said or done. I wouldn't tease you. Not like that anyway."

"Oh."

"Get some rest, hotshot. Good job today. I'll be in the other room if you need anything."

The sidekick wanted to stay awake. They wanted to tug at the string of the hero's earnestness, whatever the hell it all meant. Their eyes were already closing again, the room tunnelled at the corners.

Their last act was to reach out, woozy and weak, and take the hero's hand. It felt like the bravest thing they'd ever done. Far bolder than that day's fight.

The hero stopped. They mattress dipped with their weight.

"Okay," they said, stroking their thumb over the sidekick's knuckles. "I'll be here."

And, even when the sidekick woke up hours later, they were.

OOOOOOOO SHIT NOOOOOOO

Eeeeeeeeey! It's meeeeeeeee!

Anyway, I hope you don't mind another request, as this popped up in my head just now!

A Whumpee in a hostage situation via bank/store robbery. Caretaker is outside the building Whumpee is in, begging to the hostage negotiators who were at the scene to let them in so they could save Whumpee (and apologize to Whumpee; they had a fight prior to Whumpee leaving).

They could only watch in horror as Whumper, one of the robbers, grabbed Whumpee and threatened them for everyone to stand down.

-- @whumperofworlds

Hello friend! I can definitely do this prompt for you. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: hostage situation, gun, threat of death, gun shot, unclear character status, guilt, restraints, gag

"Please," Caretaker begged the hostage negotiator that stood in front of the truck that served as a command post. "Please, I need to go in there. Whumpee needs me. Please, I need to--"

"Caretaker," the negotiator said coolly, cutting off Caretaker, "you don't have the negotiating training."

"Please, I--"

"Caretaker, stop. You and Whumpee are a great team. You're great investigators. But neither you nor Whumpee have the negotiation training. I am in charge of this scene now. Let me and my team do my job."

Before Caretaker could try and beg for another chance, the negotiator walked off to the SWAT tent. Caretaker hung their head in shame. They had failed to convince anyone to let them go in after Whumpee.

Whumpee was in danger and this was all their fault.

They had called Whumpee reckless, called Whumpee an idiot, called Whumpee incompetent only an hour before Whumpee had gone into the bank by themself to interview the bank manager.

"Caretaker, I'm telling you, this bank is going to get hit next!" Whumpee had argued in the car as Caretaker drove through the city.

"You don't know that. Going in there will raise fear! We need to gather the evidence, Whumpee."

"Caretaker, I'm telling you, this bank fits the pattern. This is the next one. Please, believe me," Whumpee had said earnestly, their eyes bright and pleading.

"Whumpee, we need to do our jobs. We can't go off half cocked with no evidence. That's reckless. Don't be an idiot and waste time. We know the suspects are going to strike today, we don't want to waste what time we have left!"

Whumpee's face fell. "I am not going off half cocked. And I'm not an idiot. I know this is the one. I can feel it."

"Well your feelings lead to incompetence. We need evidence. We don't need to raise the alarm for some civilians for nothing."

"Let me out of here," Whumpee said softly, their hand already on the door handle.

"Whumpee, where are you going?" Caretaker shouted as Whumpee opened the door. They slammed on the breaks.

"You may not believe me, but I can't let this go. I'm right. I know I am."

And before Caretaker could shout at Whumpee again, they slammed the door and sprinted off towards the bank. "Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted out their window. But it was no use. Whumpee didn't stop or slow down.

And now Caretaker stared at the live footage the robbers had linked to Caretaker's team of investigators. Stared at the live footage knowing that Whumpee was right. And that Whumpee was in the bank with the other civilians without their gun. They had left the car without getting their service weapon out of the safe in the trunk.

Caretaker's mouth went dry as the lead robber dragged a bound and gag Whumpee in front of the camera. The robber pointed the gun at Whumpee's chest. "I want to talk to the person in charge. Now." The robber's voice was cold.

"HEY!" Caretaker shouted at the lead negotiator. "They know who Whumpee is. They know! Do something!"

The negotiator picked up the phone and called the line they had set up for the robber. "I understand you wanted to speak with me," their voice was calm and soft.

Caretaker couldn't believe the change in their demeanor. Did they think this technique would work? The whole reason the spree had lasted longer than normal was that the lead robber was cruel, calculating, and took no risk. They would just as soon as execute Whumpee on camera as listen to the negotiator. "Please, let me--"

The negotiator silenced Caretaker with a glare. "What can I do for you, my apologies I don't know what to call you."

"Whumper, you can call me Whumper."

"What can I do for you, Whumper? I would like to make sure everyone gets out of this safely."

Whumper shoved the gun into Whumpee's stomach. Whumpee coughed and gasped around their gag. "This one already tried that. Said they just wanted to talk and that they would help me. I don't need their help. I don't need your help."

"Well, it seems like you're stuck in there, so I'd like to help you out."

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair and pulled them back up to kneeling. "You don't understand. I am in charge here. You will do as I say and maybe some of the hostages will make it out of here."

"I want all of the hostages to make it out of there, Whumper. Could we just--"

"You will stand down in the next five minutes or this one," they pointed the gun at Whumpee's chest once more, "will be leaving here in a body bag."

"Please, if you just let me--" Caretaker tried once more.

"You know it will take us more time to clear the scene. If we could just have--"

Whumper looked at their watch, "You have four minutes now."

Caretaker ran out from the truck. They couldn't listen to the incompetence of the negotiator. If the negotiator wasn't going to get Whumpee out alive, they would.

Two uniformed officers ran forward to bar Caretaker's journey. "You can't go in there, Caretaker."

"Please, Whumpee needs me!" Caretaker had to get in there. Had to save Whumpee. Had to apologize. Had to hold them and never let them go. Had to say all of the things they had longed to say but couldn't.

"Caretaker, we can't let you do that."

One loud gunshot rang out. The world went quiet as Caretaker froze. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. They were right there. Whumpee was right there.

"WHUMPEE!"

I Should Have Listened

Warnings: blood, injury, unclear character status, hospital, gunshot, gunshot wound

"I should have listened to you," Smallest Teammate said softly to the empty backseat. "You tried to warn me, but I didn't listen."

They hadn't moved since the medical team had pulled Team Leader from their lap in the back of Teammate One's car. Hadn't moved since Teammate Two had hurried after the team giving a quick history of Team Leader's injuries. Hadn't moved because they couldn't move.

Guilt consumed Smallest Teammate. Guilt over failing to follow Team Leader's orders and be wary of Whumper. Guilt over failing to listen to Team Leader's warning cries. Guilt over failing to find cover during the gunfight. And guilt over Team Leader being shot for them.

Blood coated Smallest Teammate's hands. Team Leader's blood. The blood Smallest Teammate had failed to keep inside Team Leader as they bled out in the back of Teammate One's car.

"I'm really sorry, Team Leader," Smallest Teammate said as a lone tear slipped down their cheek. "Please, please be ok. So I can spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please. I should have listened. I should have known better. I'm sorry. Please."

+Whump Writers!+

Let’s write something!

Hero/Villain Edition!

I’m gonna write a prompt-y sort of thing, and you’re gonna reblog it with an ending!

Write whatever you want and make it as long (or short!) as you want!

Ready? Let’s go!

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Whumpee sat on their knees, kept there by two goons which stood on either side of them, holding them by their shoulders. Whumpee’s hands were tied behind their back by thick ropes, and their mouth was sealed shut by layers of duct tape that circled around their head.

Whumpee wished they had enough energy to fume or struggle, but their fight with Whumper had zapped it all. Whumpee could feel the bruises forming now… ugh. They couldn’t believe they had lost to Whumper. Whumpee had felt so ready- so sure that this time, they would finally defeat Whumper. Instead, they had been captured. Whumpee almost preferred to be dead.

This was why, when Whumper sauntered over, Whumpee barely reacted- or tried not to. A reaction would give Whumper more to feel good about. Whumper chuckled.

“Comfy?” They asked. Whumpee only glared.

That’s when Whumper reached for their mask.

Whumpee’s mask- the only thing between them and the world.

Whumpee’s mask- the thin cloth shield between the evil of the world and Whumpee’s family.

Their mask- the last sliver of privacy and safety Whumpee knew.

Whumpee flinched back, but it was no use. Whumper had them pinned right where they wanted them….

Happy pride month!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ Sorry about not posting for so long! Been dealing with just general health and mental health stuff, but I really didn’t want to miss doing my annual toothless pride posts so here it is :)

Might not be posting as frequently as I used to here but there’ll probably be some scattered art here and there when I feel like making some

The flags in order from top to bottom: Rainbow, Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Pansexual, Trans, Non Binary, Asexual, Aromantic, Genderfluid

I’ve also added all of these to my redbubble as prints and such, you can find them in the toothless pride collection there :)

In regards to that previous post about whump bloodlust. If I may also submit the idea of Comfort Aggression. For when the usual levels of comfort just aren’t cutting it anymore, and what you really need is someone to aggressively and wholeheartedly comfort the hell out of somebody.

Yes, hugs are great, but what you need that character to get is a bone crushing hug. They need to be hugged so tight their muscular system gives up fighting against the pressure and they turn into a puddle. They need to have a cry that is so cathartic the world shakes away and crumbles beneath their feet. They need to be so rocked to the core by somebody’s outburst of love that they can’t even comprehend it, that they can’t even stand. They crumple into a ball on the floor under the sheer weight and the permanency of the love that’s being forced onto them.

And it needs to spill out of the person that loves them like a torrent, like an avalanche, like an act of nature so powerful they don’t even have a chance of reeling it back in anymore. They need to be equally helpless, equally in need, as equally overwrought with the need to provide comfort as the other person is desperate to receive it

Delicious. Beautiful. Incredible!

I love reading kidnapping whump. However, the thing I really enjoy is reading the process of being kidnapped. Like, I enjoy the chase just before whumpee gets dragged away.

I really dislike when the story doesn’t describe how the whumpee gets captured or even “whumpee felt a prick and felt their eyes close”. I feel like a good kidnapping story needs to make my heart sink.. I guess I just like the juicy details 🥰🥰

Just something I wanted to share. Haha

Yes! YES! Honestly all whump is in the details; you just gotta find people that appreciate the same details as you. I 100000% agree that the process of kidnapping is overlooked all too often. 

We need more whumpers that are sadistic during the kidnapping, not just afterwards. Whumpers that like the chase and the power trip that comes with catching whumpee, not just owning them. 

They could make it quick. Stick them with something fast acting, manhandle them into place while the drug kicks in. They'd be done in minutes, no fuss or issue. 

 But what would be the fun in that?

So they don’t. When they finally get ahold on Whumpee, easily pinning their flailing limbs to the side, Whumper only injects them with a half dose. Not enough for them to escape, mind you, but enough for them to think they have a chance.

And then Whumper let’s go. And then they watch.

What does Whumpee do? From the moment the needle enters their body, they’re on a timer. Every beat of their terrified heart is bringing them closer to oblivion, makes the distance between danger and safety seem so much wider. There's nobody to help them, nobody in sight but their attacker. What can they do?

Does Whumpee try to fight back? 

They send an elbow back into Whumper as soon as the arms around them give way, whirling around with angry, terrified eyes. Fear sends their heart pounding as their gaze locks onto Whumper. They see those cunning eyes and lean muscles, see the shine of something metallic in their attacker’s hand.

Wumpee sees the emptiness around them, both vast yet horrible claustrophobic. There’s nowhere to run.

They’re terrified, they’re helpless. And in that moment, anger worms its way into Whumpee’s heart. It’s fueled by panic, a sort of prey rage bred from true helplessness, but it’s enough to spring Whumpee into action. In that moment, they realize the only way out is through Whumper. 

So they rush forward, lashing out like a cornered animal. There’s nothing graceful about their attacks. Each push does more damage to themselves than their target, most kicks don’t even land at all. Every swing is a flailing, pathetic thing, fueled by nothing but blind panic. 

And Whumper isn’t even fighting back. They block each blow with expert precision, not even bothering to restrain Whumpee’s movements. Whumpee’s putting everything, everything into their struggle, and Whumper isn’t even breaking a sweat. There’s no sign of effort or strain in Whumper’s movements, none of the desperate urgency Whumpee feels. There’s only that grin on Whumper’s face, cruel and mocking, like they’re enjoying it

A scream tears its way from Whumpee's throat. It’s full of frustration and terror,  a high pitched whine that comes out like a half sob. They keep fighting, trying to knock down the unmovable wall in front of them. 

But Whumpee can’t keep it up forever. They’re slowing by the second; with each beat of their heart, the sedative is spreading throughout their bloodstream. Each swing is weaker than the last, sloppier. They’re swaying on their feet within minutes, barely standing against the growing static in their mind. They can’t stop the world from tilting around them.

It only sends another wave of terror through Whumpee. They keep pushing. 

But terror can only take them so far. Whumpee’s heart freezes in their chest as Whumper effortlessly grabs one of their weakly swinging fits. They don’t let go. Whumpee pulls, and they don’t let go. They kick and whine, too exhausted to even properly scream, and Whumper’s hold stays firm. Each effort to escape only sends another wave of unnatural exhaustion through their body. 

The sensation of the drug working into their system is suffocating. It forces their pounding heart to slow, smothering their terror under a thick haze, sapping the energy from their limbs. The fear is still there, still overwhelming, but they just can’t react to it anymore. 

Swaying on their feet, all they can do is stare into the triumphant, predatory eyes of their captor.

Finally, they drop. Whumpee’s body tilts forward without their control, slumping into Whumper’s chest. They're caught effortlessly as their legs finally give out, pulled into a half-hug as Whumper supports their weight. Everything in Whumpee tells them to pull away, to bite or scream or anything. But they can't force their body to respond. But they can't form a plan, can't think beyond the haze clouding their mind.

The last thing Whumpee feels as their vision fades is their body being lifted into someone's arms.  They don't have the strength left to fight it.

Or maybe Whumpee runs?

They push away from Whumper the moment they’re free, taking a stumbling step away from their attacker. Before terror can kick in, there’s only surprise, maybe even anger. They turn to face Whumper on instinct, some angry rebuke already on their lips. 

Whatever they’d been about to say died in their throat the moment they look back. Whumper is simply standing there, as if they were waiting for something. There is no explanation in their expression. Not the anger of some scorned lover, not the frustration of a failed mugging. Whumper just stands there. Eyes sharp, eyes focused squarely on Whumpee, ready to strike at any moment. 

There’s something inhuman about it, about the absence if all expression but an animalistic intensity. It calls to something animalistic in Whumpee as well. Something that screams that Whumpee is staring down a predator ready to eat them whole. 

Terror comes to Whumpee slowly, like a pressure laying itself against their chest. As their expression morphs into terror, a grin splits Whumper’s face.

Whumpee’s running before they even realize it. Shoes slamming against the sidewalk, heart pounding in their chest in their mad dash to just get away. They don’t know where they’ll go, don’t know where they’d be safe. But anywhere, anywhere is better than with that monster. 

Their escape is graceless. They run half blind in the darkness, stumbling over obstacles in their mad dash. Tears are streaming from their wide eyes, mouth wide as they pull in desperate lungfuls of air. 

They can’t hear anything beyond their own ragged breathing. They don’t dare slow down, don’t dare turn around. They don’t know if they’d managed to escape or not, and so they keep running. 

The first wave of dizziness hits them like a truck, nearly sending them tumbling to the ground. It feels like the ground is shifting underneath them, tilting side to side like a boat in the ocean. 

They stop, not because they want to, but because they have to if they want to stay upright. Whumpee leans against the nearest wall, taking deep, shuddering breaths in hopes of chasing away the disorientation. 

It doesn’t help. With each inhale, it feels like their vision is growing dimmer, their body growing heavier. It’s not long until Whumpee is resting their full weight against the wall, barely remaining upright. Their attempts to collect their thoughts crumble as their mind wanders. Each wave of dizziness breaks their concentration, and it’s becoming harder by the moment to recollect themselves.

They’re exhausted. It creeps into them like a chill, and now that they’ve stopped moving the feeling is near overwhelming. 

Panic still flows through their mind, demanding that they move. But their body won’t listen. Whumpee’s limbs won’t move despite their fear. Their heartbeat has slowed despite their terror, a relaxed, sedated beating in their chest instead of the panicked drumming from moments before. Whumpee can feel their eyes closing without their consent, and it terrifies them. 

Whumpee can’t stop themselves as their legs give out on them. They fall like dead weight, head smacking against the sidewalk. All they can do is groan, a low pathetic keening that barely manages to creep past their lips. 

The pain is just enough to bring a spark of alertness back to their eyes. Just enough to bring back the memory of their attacker. The look in their eye, the expression that gave away no motivation but malice. The gleeful smile full of a hunger Whumpee couldn’t explain. 

The glint of something sharp and metallic on Whumper’s hands. The sharp pain in Whumpee’s neck seconds before they managed to pull away. 

The revelation makes Whumpee’s throat go dry. And suddenly that pain is the only thing they can feel, a pulsing ache from where they’d been stabbed. No, injected. They’d been drugged, and it’d taken them this long to realize it. 

In that moment, as Whumpee’s eyes finally slip shut, the faintest of smiles crosses their lips. It’s mirthless, almost angry. The broken smile of someone who's just realized all their effort was utterly pointless.

Whumpee’s not awake to hear the sound of even, confident footsteps approaching them. 

It doesn’t really matter what they do. Stay and fight, run and hide, it’s futile.

And that’s the point. The point is the struggle, the desperation that can only exist when there’s a sliver of hope left. Even when that hope is an illusion, even when that hope only exists to be mercilessly crushed.

Caretaker was missing, or captured, and the second that they're back whumpee grabs them tight and starts to sob into their chest about how worried they were, but caretaker pets whumpee's hair and assures them it's alright.

What's the Bad News?

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, rescue, poisoning, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, unclear character status

"I have good news and I have bad news," the medic said to Caretaker as Caretaker came up to Whumpee's bedside. The room was darkened, and Whumpee lay still beneath a blanket. Caretaker could hear the slow, irregular beat of Whumpee's heart on the monitor. Caretaker watched as the IV bag dripped something into the tube that ran to Whumpee's arm.

The days of torture at the hands of Whumper had ravaged Whumpee. Their face was bruised and swollen, their hair matted and filthy. The skin of their wrists were raw and red from the tight cuffs that Caretaker had pried off only hours ago.

Whumpee had been barely conscious when Caretaker rescued them. Had been almost incoherent as Caretaker called for a medic to come. Had begun to convulse violently as a team of medics ran over.

Caretaker had watched in horror as Whumpee was whisked away to the medical tent just outside Whumper's compound. They were helpless and could only stand and watch as Whumpee was carried out.

"Good news first. I need good news." They sat beside Whumpee and took Whumpee's surprisingly warm hand in theirs.

The medic nodded. "I know what's wrong with Whumpee."

"What is it?" Caretaker tried not to sound excited. This was good news. If they knew what was wrong they could do something about it.

The medic frowned. "Well, that's....that's the bad news."

Caretaker looked up at the medic. Really looked. Their face was pale and drawn tight with worry. "What is it?"

"They've been poisoned." The medic wrung their hands and crossed their arms.

"What kind of poison?" Caretaker couldn't help but begin to panic. Whumpee was fading away just as they arrived to save Whumpee. Whumpee had to hold on a bit longer.

"Strychnine. I've done everything we can to keep them comfortable. I've got them on something that will stop the convulsions. But....that's all I can do. If they make it twenty-four hours, they'll be ok."

"And if they don't? You have to do something!" Caretaker stood up, their chair falling away.

The medic put up their hands. "I've done everything I can. We will know in just a few hours if what I've done has worked, if Whumpee is strong enough to survive. And if they make it to twenty-four hours, they'll be ok. I am sorry, Caretaker."

Caretaker sat back down, tears filling their eyes. "Are they in any pain?"

"I've given them something to keep them comfortable."

"Will they be in any pain?" Caretaker took Whumpee's hand once more. They rubbed small circles on the back of Whumpee's hand.

"I'm going to do everything I can to keep them comfortable, Caretaker. But the rest is now up to Whumpee. I've done everything I can."

As Caretaker sat, stroking Whumpee's hand and watching their every breath, Caretaker made a silent promise. No matter what happened to Whumpee, no matter if they lived or died, they would find Whumper. They would find and catch Whumper. And death would not be enough for Whumper. Death would be far too kind. Caretaker made a vow as they watched Whumpee's O2 stats begin to drop that Whumper would suffer every bit and more than Whumpee did. No matter what happened.

Things I wish I saw more of in living weapon whumpees: a non-comprehensive list from being around actual Marines and army people

They can and will sleep anywhere... except an actual bed. The moment you give them access to an actual bed with a mattress and sheets, their immediate instinct is to make it up in barracks style, not sleep in it. The moment they're expected to sit and wait and/or have no expectations of them, they lean back and enter a light doze.

Caffeine addiction. Usually through pills, sometimes through special caffeinated gum. This pairs with the weird sleeping habits.

When they ARE guaranteed eight hours of rest, at least two of them are spent maintaining equipment/ their uniform if permitted. When they wake, they're up and ready for whatever comes next in under five minutes. This includes making up the bed.

If it's not the bare minimum to keep them functional and armed, they don't have it. This is going to be especially true for LWW's who were raised in the lifestyle and/or brainwashed after abduction from civilian life. Watches, jewellery, spare clothes, even non-obtrusive things to occupy them outside of training like books or a phone are not things they have without stealing or being given a gift by someone around them.

Paired with above, they have no preferences for what they do get. If someone above them fucks up and gives them too-small or too-large clothes, they just make it work and take the punishment they don't deserve at inspection time. If the only toilet is a bucket on the floor, they use it without complaint.

Their language when speaking freely is something the fuck else, like for real the shit that comes out of their pieholes is unbelievable! A "fuck" every other word!

They only speak when spoken to, and when they do, it's in what I like to call a Sir Sandwich: "Sir, [response goes here], Sir", usually in a very flat and (if appropriate) loud tone. "Sir" can be considered gender-neutral in this case and is meant to denote someone in authority, not a masculine someone specifically.

Buzzed hair on men, pixie or chin-length bob on women, though if your LWW is the only woman in a mostly masc environment, buzzing her hair can be a deliberate tactic by her captors/superiors to dehumanize her.

Food aggression. They inhale their food, they never eat anything that takes time or effort to prepare OR to consume (salad, omelette, pancakes/waffles, steak, etc.) and if the situation calls for it they can and will eat with their hands no matter how nasty their hands are. Permission to sit down for more than ten minutes and actually TASTE what they eat should be alien to them during recovery/leave if they get it.

Hazing. Sorry, but if your LWW is in a group with other soldiers or LWs, they're going to experience some kind of unpleasant/humiliating/dangerous initiation ritual, ESPECIALLY if the team is going someplace dangerous or going to be together for long stretches of time. Stealing clothes while your whumpee is in the shower, mocking them for things they can't control/weren't aware were 'weird', anything and everything that would get them screamed at or punished by the commanding figure on an individual basis. (For my NSFWhump peeps, yes this can include SA or harassment and often does, especially for women and effette/less masculine/nerdy men.)

Exercise as punishment. This can be extra labour, a pointless task they can later be yelled at for not stopping by curfew after not being told to stop at a given time, or even just the classic "drop and give me twenty!". Hitting or otherwise physically abusing a trainee is a federal offense, but for a LWW it depends... are you leaving a mark? Can they still perform as intended?

Just. The irl army is already pretty horrible and I don't see anyone making use of that.

oh here’s a good one: defiant whumpee mumbling “fuck you” during torture and immediately flinching in anticipation of the whumper’s response

(Found ur blog just recently and holy shit I’m eating so well thank you T-T)

Haven’t seen it much but I love the potential for face masks. Be it part of a uniform/costume, air filtration, etc. Whumpee wearing a mask of some sort & realizing they need to get it off because something is about to come up (be that blood or bile.. or both :D )

The panicked scrambling, trying to pry the damn thing off. Maybe it has some clasp & whumpee’s brain is short circuiting to much to remember how to get it off, so they resort to just pulling as hard as they can, straps digging in but it refuses to give way. Jerking their head forward, straining their neck, leaving lines in their skin. Oh and any of their teammates witnessing this? Watching their friend abruptly start trying to force off what is supposed to be safety equipment, raw panic in their eyes and realizing something is horribly wrong.

Caretaker seeing this and putting together the pieces that whumpee needs help now. Rushing over and freeing them from their momentary prison only for them to immediately start heaving/coughing up blood.

Even if whumpee manages to get the mask off on their own, that little moment of panic is just so good!

mmmmm yessss!!!

one of my whumpees is a doctor, so now I just can't get over the image of him realising he's about to throw up while in the ER/in a trauma room, having to pull off his face mask, hands shaking, desperation evident in how forcefully he pulls at the straps

Hiiii Sericks! Hope the world has been kind to you!

And AUGH the "Precise" one-shot you wrote is living rent free in my head... really good stuff... ( personally hoping that that whumpee gets rescued soon 🙏🙏)

And if requests are open, here's something I've been thinking - Whumper and caretaker are enemies (something of a big scary villain and a noble hero fighting against them, I think). Whumpee is someone who's been doing some missions with caretaker (but they're more of an adventurer/explorer than a hero), and the two appear to be falling in love.

Soooo whumper kidnaps whumpee (as one does) to use as bait. However, they take an interest to this explorer. They admire whumpee's bravery, even if they're much more calm and timid than caretaker. And find them adorable. So maybe whumper will have a little fun with them until caretaker arrives...

(I'd like if you avoided non-con for this - BUT I'm aaaall for some non-sexual touching and teasing~)

Hope you have a good day/night!

-Blue

Hello, Blue, my friend! I hope the world has been kind to you, my colorful friend. I am so glad you enjoyed Precise! Hopefully that Whumpee gets rescued! I can definitely write the request for you! Please enjoy.

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gag, creepy/intimate whumper

Villain circled the civilian in front of them. They had spent weeks watching Whumpee. Weeks and weeks. And now that they had Whumpee in their clutches, they weren't entirely sure where to begin.

Initially Villain had been watching Whumpee because Hero worked with Whumpee. Because Hero adored Whumpee. Loved Whumpee even. And Villain knew that perhaps that was the best way to lure Hero into a trap.

But as Villain spent weeks watching Whumpee go on adventures, go on weeks of missions with Hero, Villain began to find themself admiring Whumpee. Whumpee was always calm, cool, and collected under pressure. Though they were shy, Villain knew that Whumpee would always speak their mind. Whumpee was far more than bait at this point.

And so Villain struck one evening, grabbing and gagging Whumpee with relative ease. It did help that Whumpee had absolutely no powers whatsoever. It always made life easier when their prey couldn't really fight back.

Villain stared at Whumpee, bound and gagged to a chair in Lair, and smiled. "Don't worry, Whumpee," they cooed as they circled Whumpee, "Hero will be figuring out who has you soon. So very soon. They love you very much. You are so, so lovely after all." Villain leaned down and sniffed along Whumpee's neck, "So very lovely."

Whumpee glared up at Villain. They hadn't tried to break out of their restraints. Hadn't done anything to try to stop Villain, but Villain could see their brilliant mind hard at work.

"You're right, I'm not being a very good host. How about we find a way to keep you entertained until Hero arrives?" Villain carded their fingers through Whumpee's hair. "How does that sound? I'm sure we can think of ways to keep you engaged."

Some of my favs that I feel like I don’t see unless I write them myself.

Caretakers and whumpees switching places. Whumpee not knowing what to do because they’ve unintentionally taken for granted that caretaker is always fine.

“I’ve never seen them like this.”

Whumpee being so delirious with fever that they become physically violent. Bonus if they hurt caretaker and realize later what they’ve done and freak.

Whumpee being too weak to sit up on their own.

Stoic whumpees crying silently from hospital whump exhaustion.

“Tell (_____) pleas with strangers because Whumpee thinks they’re going to die before seeing their loved one.

Slurring words. Not being able to remember things like the president or their birthday after a hard hit or right before they realize that something is terribly wrong.

Snowed in/have to make do at home/really needs a hospital whump.

Tough whumpees afraid of little needles.

“Being shot is no biggie but you can’t get blood drawn?”

Passing out at work because they try to go while super sick.

Puking in public. (Been there. Done that. Pretty sure I write about it to deal with my own trauma but whatever.)

Overheating/heat stroke.

Stoic Caretakers having panic attacks and whumpees thinking they’re having a heart attack so they rush them to the hospital. Then they realize just how much stress caretaker is under that they’d been keeping from them because they don’t want to “make Whumpee worse”.

This design is so cool, I love his big fluffy ponytail

Edit- that's his helmet, and I'm an idiot

More Hermes because this unhinged guy is somehow curing my burnout

“I’ll come quietly," Whumpee said. "I won’t fight you, I’ll do whatever you say. Just leave Caretaker out of it.”

Caretaker's cry of protest was muffled by their gag, and Whumpee forced themselves not to look at them, instead meeting Whumper's eyes.

“I know it’s me you want, Whumper,” they said evenly. “Let Caretaker go, and you can take me instead.”

Whumper hummed, stroking their chin with the barrel of their pistol.

“I must admit, I quite like the thought of having you completely at my mercy. However…” They smirked, and pressed the barrel of the gun against Caretaker’s skull. “I think we both know that I already do.”