#ben 10 whump

[precious-whumps]

Ben 10: Alien Force S1EP12

[tyquu]

Here's the Ben whump rant i talked abt in my last post,,,

Ofc heed the triggers and what not: Blood, injury, ect ect

Also take everything here with a serious handful of salt, im being dramatic as heck. So if you don't wanna see me get serious abt something that's not that deep, this probably isn't the rant for you <3

Anywho...

Do you ever think about just how often Ben gets the absolute crap beat out of him? Like in Grudge Match, I forgot how many times he gets flung about in his human form. He's ten years old, his bones are way too weak for all that. The amount of head injuries he must get is insane, and Max never once seems to take Ben's injuries seriously. 

Like that time Ben gets sick after sitting in the back of an ice cream van for like,, twenty minutes. He's ill to the point it's actively inhibiting his ability to play hero, blinding wildmutt with gunked up sensors and taking the heat out of heatblast. He's pale and sniffly and looks like shit, but Max still makes the executive decision to drag him out on errands instead of giving him time to rest. 

Also just cause he takes the majority of damage in his alien forms doesn’t mean those injuries suddenly have no impact at all. I think in alien force they were toying with idea of his injuries carrying over becoming more of a problem for him, with his busted knee in season one, and black eye in the episode where he gets grounded. Either way, it’s still implied that wounds translate over after he de-transforms, even if to a lesser extent. Not to mention all the scrapes and little injuries he must get from de-transforming mid battle (on the occasions he does).

FUCK, I mean Ben actually displays short term memory loss as a direct result of getting hit in the head in alien force, and Gwen isn't concerned about it probably because she grew up with Grandpa Max not being concerned about it. She doesn't realise just how dangerous this level of head injury is, what the brain inflammation and possible bleeding could do to him. She's probably looked him in the eyes, with his pupils blown wide, dazed and confused about his whereabouts, and then buried her concern because it's nothing new right? Ben's been dealing with stuff like this since he was 10, and Max, the ever responsible adult, never shows the appropriate amount of concern for it, so it makes sense that both Gwen and Ben don’t consider these things serious until its too late. 

Like not to get all dramatic about this and over think it (more so than I already am lol) but I’m positive this stuff would have long term consequences for Ben’s health as he enters adult hood, or even before then. Trouble recalling things, ringing in his ears, migraines and headaches as well a light sensitivity, all of these are symptoms of repeated and serious head trauma. Not to mention, paired with my personal headcanons about the burning chemical sensation of having the omnitrix fused to his flesh, leaking fluid into his bloodstream and scorching his skin. Or the chronic nosebleeds I think he would have as a result of all these other health complications. There's just a LOT that can be done with Ben whump, and I’m surprised it isn’t talked about/thought about more? 

Folks love the idea of Ben being functionally immortal (at least from injury related death), and the power fantasy that comes with being the weilder of the omnitrix, but what about the fact that he’s just some guy?? That the omnitrix failsafe doesn’t protect him from everything, and that if the injuries are bad enough to have triggered the failsafe in the first place, then where does that leave him in terms of recovering from them??? Sorry, sorry, crazy moment. 

[whumpypepsigal]

Daredevil (2003): “I was just trying to protect you, Elektra.”

[caniruineverything]

won't you hold me in your arms, and keep me safe from harm?

ft. ben’s ptsd

Summary: "'That’s not the problem. The problem is that Ben hates being sedated. Do you know what it’s like to be kidnapped and held captive?' When the doctor, stunned, didn’t reply, Gwen pressed harder. 'Do you?' 'Um, no,' replied the flabbergasted doctor. Gwen looked even angrier now."

OR

Ben gets injured, and one of the doctors at the hospital sedates him. Ben's long history of being kidnapped does not exactly agree with this, but luckily Gwen has always got her cousin. Oh, and Kevin's there too.

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“You did what ?” Gwen’s voice was so low and cold the hairs on the back of Kevin’s neck stood on end. He was reminded just how terrifying she could be when she was truly angry.

“It was a standard sedative, Miss Tennyson,” the doctor placated, but Gwen was having none of it.

“You sedated him? Without asking him or me?” Kevin was confused by her anger; he wasn’t exactly happy with Ben being forcefully sedated, but Gwen seemed to be overreacting. The doctor appeared similarly confused.

“Well, yes. I am the doctor overseeing Mr. Tennyson, and I saw fit to sedate him. So far, he has had no adverse reactions, if that is what you are worried about.” The doctor sounded awfully calm in the wake of Gwen’s ever-growing anger. Her face was beginning to turn red now.

“That’s not the problem. The problem is that Ben hates being sedated. Do you know what it’s like to be kidnapped and held captive?” When the doctor, stunned, didn’t reply, Gwen pressed harder. “Do you?”

“Um, no,” replied the flabbergasted doctor. Gwen looked even angrier now.

“Right. You don’t know what it’s like to be continuously sedated. Well, Ben does. So when he wakes up, disoriented, he’s gonna think you’ve abducted him, and he’s gonna fight .” At this, the doctor audibly gulped. Kevin had a feeling the doctor knew just how well Ben could fight, even when impaired. Gwen nodded at the doctor’s paling face. “Here’s what you’re going to do: you’re going to let Kevin and I sit by Ben until he wakes up, allow us to calm him down, and promise to never sedate him again. Okay?” It was hardly a question, and the doctor knew it.

“Ye-yes, of course, Miss Tennyson, Mr. Levin.” He damn near fled from Gwen, who immediately pushed open the door to Ben’s room. Kevin followed obediently, still in awe of Gwen’s ferocity. She was a force of nature, a power to be reckoned with, and it was nearly breathtaking to watch. Well, when that intensity wasn’t directed at Kevin. He’d had enough experience to know that.

Inside the room, it was far too quiet for Kevin to feel comfortable, which was maybe the point of a hospital room. The only sounds were the steady beeping of the heart monitor and Ben’s soft exhalations. Those were also the only signs that Ben was still alive.

Kevin didn’t associate Ben with stillness. The kid was almost always moving, a flurry of words and flailing limbs. Even when he was sleeping he was moving, flopping over onto his side or thrashing around in the throes of yet another nightmare. On the rare occasions when he wasn’t moving, he was deadly serious. That Ben scared Kevin a bit sometimes, though he’d never admit it.

But now the shapeshifting hero was still, and Kevin was a little scared, though for a different reason. Ben seemed so invincible sometimes that Kevin forgot just how human he was - and how vulnerable that made him.

While Kevin stood near the doorway, unsure what to do, Gwen immediately settled into a chair next to Ben’s bed, and watched her cousin’s breathing. It was too silent for Kevin to bear it for very long.

“He’s gonna be fine, Gwen.” His attempt to comfort her ended up sounding far more unsure than he’d meant it to be. Gwen didn’t even look up from Ben, just nodded slowly. It was as though Ben would disappear if she took her eyes off him for even a moment, and maybe he would. Stranger things had happened.

Kevin didn’t think anything he said would matter in that moment, and he didn’t really have anything else to say, anyway. So he sat in the other chair and closed his eyes. It had been a long day, in all fairness, and it would be nice to leave the world behind for a little while.

It was dark when he woke up. Gwen was asleep now, though Ben was still sleeping, still freakishly unmoving. It reminded him of how still Ben had been after the alien-of-the-week had slammed him through the building. He and Gwen had waited with bated breath, praying he’d get back up like he always did, but he remained motionless.

Gwen had snapped into action, fighting savagely against the creature that had injured her cousin, fueled by rage and worry. Kevin had joined her, only slightly more controlled, and they had ended the fight.

Kevin had stood there, panting, while Gwen raced over to her prone cousin. After a few silent seconds, she had glanced up at Kevin, tears pooling in her eyes, and told him to call an ambulance.

Sometimes, Kevin forgot that Ben could be injured. The kid always seemed to bounce back immediately, occasionally without a scratch. But in moments like this, gazing down at Ben, who looked far too small in the hospital bed, Kevin was reminded that Ben placed himself in grave danger every day. They all did, like it was a normal thing for teenagers to do. Like it was nothing .

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Gwen shifting. He looked up at her, realizing she had woken up. She met his eyes and tried for a smile that they both knew was fake. The one Kevin gave in return was just as strained.

She glanced back down at Ben, brow furrowing. Kevin hated seeing her sad, but he knew nothing was going to cheer her up. Well, nothing except Ben waking up, healthy again. He watched her tenderly brush a few strands of Ben’s hair away from his face.

Kevin knew she hated feeling useless, and right now, all they could do was wait for Ben to regain consciousness, then deal with the fallout. Gwen’s words from earlier came back to him: he’s gonna fight. The two of them could subdue a weakened Ben, right? Even one who believed he was fighting for his life?

Kevin opened his mouth to ask Gwen if she had a plan for when Ben woke up, when a small noise from Ben stopped him. Gwen’s eyes snapped to her cousin’s face, searching for a sign that Ben was awakening. Well , Kevin thought as Ben began shifting, clearly waking up, I guess I’ll find out .

If he was being honest, a tiny part of Kevin had wondered if Gwen was being slightly overreactive, and Ben was just going to wake up disoriented. It shouldn’t be that hard to subdue someone who had been sedated. But then, Ben knew that.

The second his eyes were open, Ben leapt from the bed and positioned himself with his back to the corner, wobbling slightly. He looked around rapidly, and it was obvious that he wasn’t seeing what was in front of him, not really.

His legs were trembling so hard Kevin wondered how he was even standing. Not to mention the injuries that had gotten him in this position. Kevin looked at Gwen, not sure what to do at this moment. She just nodded at him subtly and started inching closer toward her cousin.

“Ben, it’s okay, it’s me, it’s Gwen,” she placated softly, hands outstretched to show him that she meant no harm. “You’re safe, you can relax.” Ben looked cloudily at her, following the sound of her voice. His brow furrowed, then his already tense body tensed further. Kevin could see Ben’s subtle wince as the movement pulled at his injuries. His heart broke slightly at the revelation that Ben had tried to hide it to avoid his “enemy” seeing any weakness.

“N-no, it’s not- you’re lying!” came Ben’s broken reply, voice laden with false fearlessness. Kevin watched Gwen’s face call, and he felt his own heart fall with it. This definitely wouldn’t be as easy as he’d thought. Ben seemed to flounder for a few seconds before speaking again, in that same small voice. “Gwen wouldn’t- she wouldn’t do this.”

Gwen made a wounded noise, then let out a breath. “I’m sorry, Ben. I didn’t know, I swear.” She looked imploringly at him, and Kevin damn near held his breath as Ben looked back at her.

“Really?” It was clear that he still didn’t fully believe it, but he wanted to. “Gwen, it’s really you?”

“Yeah, Ben, it’s me.” She turned to Kevin, tears in her eyes once again, and somehow he understood what she wanted.

“Uh, yeah. It’s us, Tennyson. You’re safe.” He wasn’t sure exactly what to say, but it apparently worked. Ben turned his glassy eyes towards him and breathed,

“Kevin?” before his legs buckled, finally giving out. He and Gwen rushed over, but she was faster, and in a blur, the two cousins were on the ground, Ben half-hugging, half-laying on top of Gwen, who was holding him tightly. Once again, she glanced up wordlessly at Kevin, and he sat on Ben’s other side. Ben grabbed onto his arm without moving away from Gwen, and promptly passed back out.

“He must have been in a lot of pain, huh?” Kevin broached. Gwen sighed, running a hand through Ben’s matted hair absentmindedly.

“He was too busy panicking to care. But when he calmed down, yeah. It’s a good thing he’s asleep again.” Kevin didn’t think he needed to respond, so he said nothing. All three of them sat there, the only sound their soft breaths.

And if that doctor couldn’t ever look Gwen in the eye again, Kevin mused as he remembered Ben trembling in the corner, terrified, then he deserved it.

[msnihilist]

day 5 of @augustofwhump : stranded / power tools / ache

Ben didn't react fast enough to smother his noise of pain entirely. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing at the sting.

His dad immediately glanced up. "Ben? Is something wrong?"

"N-No!" Ben said, perhaps a little too quickly. He whirled around, holding his injured hand behind his back and using his body to block the view of the saw blade. "I'm fine. Just, uh, messed up the cut, that's all."

"Messed it up how?" Carl asked, his frown only deepening. "If it's just uneven, let me take a look. I'm sure we can straighten it out."

"Um, no, it's— I cut the wood right down the middle." Ben forced a laugh. "I'll go put it outside with the scraps."

Unfortunately, Dad wasn't convinced. He set down the drill that he was holding and turned to face Ben fully, his hands on his hips. "Ben," Carl said in his no-nonsense tone. "Let me see your hands."

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Happy Birthday Ben!

And Gwen sorry, sorry I don't draw you ever sis sorry

[heroictoonz]

Febuwhump 2022 Day 10: "How Long Had It Been?"

Ships: Ben & Dexter & Steven

Warnings: N/A

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It was night when the doors to the lab opened. Light wafted in from the hall. Dexter’s eyes squinted with a frown at the sudden glare against his computer screen. With a groan of annoyance he whipped around in his seat to face the intruder. As usual he fully expected his pink clad elder sister. Her inquisitive ways always causing him nothing more than annoyance. Doubled with the fact that she could never keep her hands to herself. Though, in their older years there was a better respect for boundaries, she still had a bad habit of falling back on old ways.

Instead, Dexter was not met with the wide and curious eyes of his sibling, but instead, the mixed expressions of both Steven Universe and Ben Tennyson.

Steven Universe and Ben Tennyson were both odd in their own respects. Dexter could not lie in his fascination of their respective ties to extraterrestrial life. Steven, a half breed of human and an alien race called Gems and Ben, wielder of the Omnytrix, a device able to reform his DNA into that of multiple alien species. Yet, even past his scientific curiosity he would be willing to go so far as to call them his friends.

Their presence was not nearly as much of an annoyance as Dede’s; however it was still a hindrance to his work. He gave a sigh and leaned back into his chair. Rubbing at his eyes from under his glasses before giving them both an exasperated look. “What is it?” he questioned.

Steven’s eyes darted towards Ben before turning back to Dexter. He held a sad expression. No. Maybe sad was not the right word. Steven was always a very emotional man; Dexter noted. His face tended to always show off his thoughts like a clear window to his mind. A myriad of emotions constantly littered the hybrid’s features at any given moment. The idea of his heart living on his sleeve was incorrect, Dexter believed. Instead, it was much more likely that the letterman he wore almost religiously was made from the very thread of the man’s own soul. However, the amount of emotions all at once could also be a challenge to read. Instead of just one thought or feeling, everything was on constant display. Picking out what Steven was showing off was like deciphering a code in some cases.

Ben however, was a bit easier to get a read on. As his emotions tended to be relatively simplistic when they presented outwardly. Though, with his history, Dexter doubted his emotions were anything simple. But, when Ben was open with them they were much easier to understand. So, Dexter turned to the other in this case, hoping a better answer would lay in his features.

Ben’s own face showed a type of frustration. One that seemed intertwined with another emotion altogether. However, Dexter was not sure if he recognized it very well. Though, it was a similar one to whatever was entangled in Steven’s own furrowed brows.

“I read many languages,” Dexter began again with a huff. “Silence is not one of them.”

Steven frowned at that before finally speaking up, “When was the last time you slept?”

The question caught Dexter off guard. Slept? That was easy, he… Oh. Well, he knew he had taken some sort of a rest at some point. He vaguely recalled napping some odd number of hours ago. Even so, what did it matter? And of what concern was it to Steven or even Ben? He shook his head and gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “I sleep like a child nightly,” he lied. “Now if that is all you need-”

“How long has it been since you ate?” Ben stepped in next. “Like seriously ate. Like an actual meal.”

Dexter frowned at him in annoyance. What was this? An interrogation? “I do not know what it is the two of you are getting at, but my well being is of no one's concern but my own.”

Suddenly a buzzing sound started up as the gentle blue light fuzzed into existence behind him. Computress’ voice spoke, “It has been approximately seventy-two hours since Dexter’s last meal aside from coffee drank at 6:47am this morning. In the last four days he has slept approximately seven hours total.”

Dexter snapped to look over to the AI with a frown. “Betrayed by my own computer,” he grumbled to himself.

“Seriously, Dex?” Ben sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. Dexter registered what seemed to be disappointment both in his voice and expression.

“And this is why we’re here!” Steven declared with a smile. “You work yourself way too hard and we’re gonna make you take breaks from here on out.”

“Starting now,” Ben added on as Steven grabbed Dexter’s hands and pulled him from his seat.

“Hold it!” Dexter hissed out and he yanked his hands back. “Who do you two think you are? Barging into my lab and telling me what to do. I can take care of my own well being and it is of no concern to either of you.”

It was Ben’s turn to glance at Steven. That expression Dexter couldn’t pin down had returned to both of them. Ben then shook his head and replied, “We’re your friends, Dex. We’re always gonna be concerned about you.”

“Especially when you’re close to working yourself sick,” Steven added.

Dexter’s form straightened with a realization. That emotion in their faces. The one he had ignored due to the inability to name it. He suddenly realized what it was. Worry.

Dexter looked from the other two then back to his work. As if reading his thoughts, Computress’ voice buzzed back to life. “All current work has been saved under the proper files. Any new Fuse research has been sent to Mandark for peer review and his response is estimated to arrive sometime tomorrow morning. This means you are free for the rest of the night.”

“So,” Steven said with a smile. “You can relax for a bit!”

“Honestly, you deserve to. You do a lot,” Ben continued. “Maybe a bit too much on your own.”

Dexter gave a sigh. “Fine. I will rest for the night.”

Ben and Steven smiled at each other in success before each grabbing one of Dexter’s hands, leading him out of the lab.

[a-beneficial-union]

Watch where you step.

(I messed up the background but this turned out otherwise good. Bear traps are a pain to draw, meaning I'm especially proud of it.)

[al-n-cartoons]

“Are you sure this is where we should go?"

“…Not really.”

I really need to stop starting drawings right before bed. It always ends with me dragging myself away around one or three in the morn'.

[whumpers-gonna-whump]

Do you have a favorite/much loved whump movie/tv show/book/etc?

It varies on my hyperfixation tbh! But it's probably no surprise that said hyperfixations tend to lean more towards the whumpy things in general. I was always fond of action cartoons and such, like justice league and marvel avengers, and a niche example would probably be me rewatching all the Ben 10 series when I was younger because the premesis is Ben turning into different aliens (that come with strengths and weaknesses) and the whumpiest episodes were the ones where say, the fire alien gets doused with water, or the water-breathing alien is forced to stay on land and suffocate on the air. These are both examples of things that actually happened in the show btw. Very big whump inspo for me when I was little!

[albertasunrise]

So I have decided to try and do Whumptober! I can not promise all the fics will be out on time but I'll do my best 😬 there is the addition of Ben Miller too!

Here’s who’ll get what:

1) Sick - Javier Peña

2) Insomnia - Joel Miller

3) Sensory deprivation - Marcus Pike

4) Hiding an injury - Din Djarin

5) Hostage - Marcus Pike

6) Forced to hurt someone else - Benny Miller

7) CPR - Frankie Morales

8) Panic attacks - Joel Miller

9) Scar reveal - Erza

10) Branding - Din Djarin

11) Paralyzed - Marcus Pike

12) Character death - Frankie Morales

13) Crushed - Din Djarin

14) Field medicine - Javier Peña

15) Self Defence - Benny Miller

16) Chronic pain - Ezra

17) Hypothermia - Javier Peña

18) Fever - Frankie Morales

19) Left behind - Din Djarin

20) Mutilation - Ezra

21) Shock - Marcus Pike

22) Nerve Damage - Javier Peña

23) Forced to watch - Benny Miller

24) Failed escape - Din Djarin

25) Nightmares - Joel Miller

26) Non-Consensual Touching - Din Djarin

27) Forgotten - Frankie Morales

28) Oxygen deprivation - Javier Peña

29) "The easy way or the hard way?" - Joel Miller

30) Coma - Frankie Morales

31) PTSD - Benny Miller

Happy Whumping folks!

[tyquu]

I have an extra bloody version of this which I’m gonna try embed under the read more bit SO ONLY CLICK THAT IF UR OKAY WITH BLOOD!!!

Anyways,,, been thinking about Ben whump a LOT recently. Made a whole rant. Maybe I’ll edit and post it later?

Blood below :

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⚡Masterlist⚡

"dawg I got a final tomorrow and I'm reading erotic techno brainwash torture. I'm never seeing the pearly gates." - one of my readers

Hey, y'all, I’m Mocha, and this is my blog! All in all, it's a whump blog! I like to make pretty men suffer, so there will be a lot of that. But mostly by the hands of women, interpret that how you will.

I'm 25, she/her, you know the vibes.

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What I write...do be extreme. It's a rollercoaster ride out here. If something really bothers, lmk and I'll tag. My ao3 works are heavily tagged.

My inbox is very open, including requests/prompts. If you inspire me and identify yourself, I will shout you out in my author's notes on Ao3. Be warned. ;) Ha. My ask box is as open as James'... let's not go there.

I also answer any and all questions about the ILFverse (my beta reader never hears the end of it). I'm even open to suggestions and requests for those WIPs.

Am I going to act like I haven't been on Tumblr for 10 years and never worked a serious blog? Yeah. :) <3

I've been whumping it for a long time but I love hypnosis/mind control/brainwashing (par for the course, ifykyk) or anything psychological in general. That goes for procedures (sorry, Ben), conditioning (sorry, Paddy), and just all forms of mind manipulation.

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⚡Series⚡

If Power Remains

A series about a totalitarian matriarchy that started after women were suddenly blessed or perhaps cursed, with superhuman abilities. The roles are very, very reversed and cruelty toward men becomes the norm.

Main things that all ILF-verse stories have: Slave whump, fem/dom, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity, public humiliation, dehumanization, torture, stockholm syndrome, abuse, multiple whumpers and whumpees, carewhumpers, yandere ;)

⚡Main Story⚡

IF POWER REMAINS

If Lightning Falls

A story about what seems like dust settling on a growing empire. The Six Sisters rule the world, all at their feet. But love, rebellion, and betrayal test their bonds, tempers, and trauma.

Explanation on why ILE went away & plans about it

If Serpents Lie - coming soon

⚡Side Stories & Companions⚡

THE REGIME STORIES

If Rooms Were Sweet: Liam and Anika

The story of Liam, a ridge resident, and his desperate effort to escape by seducing a girl he used to know. That girl being a top brass Mindworker...

THE REBELLION STORIES

If Spiders Live : Ben's Story

POV of Benedict Andante, the former medical student forced into the role of the Southern Rebels' demo expert. He tries to maintain his faith, despite the will of a witch who tests it. While his sins slowly crawl up his neck.

If Facts Were Simple: Patrick's Story

The POV of the Northern Rebels' bomber, Dr. Patrick Maxwell, and his spiral into insanity and self-hatred before his capture by Colonel Wiseman. His mind is a twisted thing, but he's not afraid of anything, especially not the dark, because he's growing strong in a world that can't love him.

Snippets with Inspiration for IFWS

[caniruineverything]

i can feel it in my fists, it’s time to shatter

a ben tennyson h/c fic

Summary: After a fight goes terribly and Gwen gets hurt, Ben blames himself. Kevin and Gwen find him taking his anger out on the punching bag, and do their best to comfort him.

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The fight had gone terribly. As Captain Edward A. Murphy had predicted, everything that could have gone wrong did. First, they had been ambushed. Then, their communication system died and Ben’s Omnitrix was on the fritz again. And to top off the world’s worst sundae was Kevin’s car deciding to break down, leaving them stranded.

They had done their best and had even managed to force the enemy to back off, but it was costly. Gwen had taken a particularly nasty hit and was somewhat dazed for a while. Kevin thought that maybe this was the moment something snapped in Ben’s brain.

Up until that point, Ben had been fighting as he normally did, albeit slightly handicapped by the malfunctioning Omnitrix. It would be funny in any other circumstance, but Kevin saw no humor in it now. Ben, too, was getting pummeled by the countless DNAliens, struggling to keep them at bay. Kevin swore the Oknitrix gave its wearer the worst possible aliens for the current fight.

Ben was managing, barely, to avoid getting overtaken, but it likely wouldn't last. Kevin was busy with his own squad, as was Gwen, though Ben had it the worst.

That is, until a scream rang out. Kevin’s blood ran cold, his body recognizing Gwen even before his brain did. He glanced over, and there she was, on the ground, dazed and surrounded by overeager DNAliens.

Just as Gwen’s scream faded from his ears, a loud roar rang out. Ben, now a Humungousaur, swiped a giant claw down, taking out at least ten aliens. The hairs on the back of Kevin’s neck stood up at the look of sheer rage on Ben’s face.

After witnessing their fellow aliens get decimated, the remaining DNAliens fled. Ben chased after them, yelling, but to no avail.

Kevin immediately raced on to Gwen, who was sitting up, though still seemed a bit hazy. A detransformed Ben rushed over, silently checking to see if his cousin was alright. Kevin helped her stand and the two slowly walked over to the car. Kevin could hear Ben muttering angrily to himself under his breath, but he only made out a few words.

“... stupid... useless... how could... hurt... I hate..."

Kevin helped Gwen into the passenger seat, while Ben climbed into the back, still angrily muttering. The ride home, after Kevin had managed to start the car, was pretty quiet. Kevin couldn’t tell what either of the Tennyson cousins were thinking, their faces the same eerie blank expression.

Kevin would never tell them this, but sometimes they were so alike, it was terrifying.

The resting seemed to have helped Gwen, who was able to get into the house without assistance. She settled on the couch, while Kevin finished checking out the car. He still couldn’t figure out why it had failed, and it was really bothering him.

Neither of them noticed Ben slink away, hands clenched into fists and sheer anger on his face. Only when Kevin wandered inside to check on Gwen and asked where Ben was that realized they hadn’t seen him in a while.

"Should I go find him?," Kevin offered, thinking Gwen might want to stay put. But she shook her head.

“I'll come with you. He's been so quiet, it’s weird.” Kevin agreed. Ben was often loud, his big personality demanding attention. Sometimes it got annoying, but most of the time it was endearing. For him to be silent for so long was unlike him. Kevin tried to push away the voice that whispered that something was wrong.

The two searched the house, finding nothing until they wandered outside. There, they heard noises coming from the garage, and nearly ran inside. There, in the dark, was Ben, hitting the punching bag as hard as he could, over and over.

Gwen flicked the lights on as they entered, but Ben didn’t seem to notice.

“Ben?,” Gwen called out, confused. Ben didn’t look over, didn’t even falter, he just kept punching. Gwen reached out to grab his shoulder, but Kevin stopped her.

“Careful. He's angry. I don’t want you to get hurt again.” Gwen looked back at Ben, then sighed.

"What do we do? He’s gonna hurt himself." It was Kevin's turn to sigh. Then, he walked behind the punching bag and moved it out of Ben's reach. Ben had already begun a swing, and the momentum threw him into Kevin.

Kevin gently grabbed Ben’s wrists, careful to avoid his bruised, bloody knuckles. Ben looked up at him, and the intensity of the anger on his face took Kevin’s breath away, before it vanished, leaving terror and sadness in its place.

Ben all but collapsed into Kevin's arms, shaking. It was only when Kevin felt his shirt getting damp did he realize Ben was crying. Gwen ran over and wrapped her arms around her sobbing cousin.

“What’s wrong, Ben?,” she asked gently. He said nothing for a few moments before answering shakily.

“Everything.” He paused, and neither Kevin nor Gwen breathed. "I couldn’t work the Omnitrix, I couldn’t stop the DNAliens, I let you get hurt!” His voice caught and Gwen grabbed him tighter.

“Not everything is your fault, Ben. Sometimes things happen. Cars break down. People get hurt. You’re not responsible for everything.” He glanced up at her, teary eyed, and Kevin watched Gwen’s heart break.

"But I should have fought better, then you wouldn't be hurt.”

“No, Ben. Listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. And besides, I'm okay. We’ve all had worse.” She was staring directly into Ben’s eyes, clearly imploring him to believe her, and some miracle - no, that was all Gwen, wonderful Gwen - he did. Kevin felt Ben sag into his chest and the younger boy let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, Tennyson,” Kevin interjected, voice softer than he meant it to be, “let me bandage your hands.” Kevin felt Ben nod, entirely drained. Kevin picked him up, carrying him into the house and setting him onto the couch where Gwen had just been recovering. Gwen sat next to him, wrapping an arm around him.

Kevin went in search of a first aid kit, soon finding one in the bathroom cabinet. When he returned to the living room, Ben was resting his head on Gwen’s shoulder, looking tired but a bit happier. Gently, Kevin took one of Ben’s hands and winced. He had really done a number on them. The bruising had spread, creating a large dark splotch on each hand. The knuckles were split, and dried and wet blood covered the back of his hands and wrists.

"Jeez Tennyson. I understand the urge to punch stuff, but that must have hurt."

Worryingly enough, Ben responded with: “Didn't feel it.” He followed it up with: “Hurts now, though.” Kevin wasn’t surprised. Still, he was as gentle as he could be. Ben still winced and exhaled sharply on occasion, which was in a dagger in Kevin’s heart every time. Once was done cleaning the wound, Ben relaxed, and by the time Kevin had wrapped Ben’s knuckles, the brunette was asleep.

Gwen pushed Ben’s hair out of his eyes, then settled next to her cousin and drifted off to sleep. Kevin gazed at them for a while before seating himself on the other side of Ben and falling asleep as well. And if pictures of the three were taken by the first person to happen upon them, well, they don’t need to know.

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day 13 of @augustofwhump : witness | resigned obedience | bootlicking alt prompt: outcast

"You must be joking," Ben said, an edge of hysterics creeping into his voice.

Coach Burke's expression was pained as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Ben. The decision is final." And for what it was worth, he really did sound sorry about it, not that it made Ben feel even remotely better.

"But I love soccer! I'm one of our best players!" Ben argued. "Is this because I missed our last practice? I'm sorry, I got caught up with a fight, but I swear—!"

"Ben, don't." Coach held up a hand to cut him off. Even though he didn't want to, Ben had enough respect for the man to close his mouth. "Your fights are exactly the problem. You have an unfair advantage over the average high schooler by being..." Here, he made a face. "Battle-hardened."

Ben almost wanted to laugh. "'Battle-hardened,'" he repeated incredulously. 

Coach just nodded. Ben felt like he was going to be sick.

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As long as I’m alive

Riley Moore (ofc) x TF guys | special guest Tyler Rake

Words: 6,510

Part of Artes Year of Whump (with comfort and fluff) | @yearofcreation2023 (March 2023 entry)

✨✨✨Summary: Stuck in a cell, in the middle of no where, Riley and Will try to survive and hatch a plan to find the guys, dead or alive.✨✨✨

Warnings: very heavy on whump, injuries, blood, ptsd mentioned, guns and weapons, self defense driven violence and killing, mentions of torture (not shown).

The guards verbally creepy off screen (but there is no non-con or assault in this - zero. So please know you will not encounter that in this fic at all. I just wanted to mention this for anyone who might fear encountering that in the story, you won’t, you are safe!)

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They occasionally give them food and water, but it’s sparse and not on a schedule. The last time food was given was two days ago, based on the way the light changed through the ceiling bars. It was a narrow space, not wide enough to be a window but open enough to let in small amounts of fresh air and sunlight.

“Will,” Riley looked up at him, “the others - do you think - “

Will took a sharp breath in, “I don’t know-”

Will hopes they're alive.

He kept telling himself they are, and he just needed to get to them. To think they weren't - that hurt too damn much. He loved every single one of them, and his brother - Benny, his kid brother who he looked out for and protected his entire life- if anything happened to him -

Will felt like he failed Benny, he's supposed to keep Ben safe, and now he didn't know where he was.

In the silence, his mind went back to that moment they were torn apart. Everyone fought like hell, every single one of them, but they were outnumbered.

It was a dark room, like this without bars; guns in their faces after fists had been thrown, they fought until they couldn't anymore. Bruises and blood on both sides, the captors and the captees.

They all blocked Riley from the men, surrounding her like a protective pack of wolves. Still, they were pulled apart, one by one, kicking and screaming until Will and Riley were the only ones left. Will nearly got knocked out when he attacked the men taking Benny, he hit the ground with a thud, and a ringing sensation moved through his head.

Will faded in and out, coming to just as Riley bit down hard on one of the man's arms, tearing skin, his blood on her lips. When he hit her, she fell down and Will dragged her behind him, then putting his body over hers.

After that, his memory got spotty. From what he learned later, from Riley, he went wild- attacking both men with superhuman strength and fighting his ass off. It took a blow to the back of the head to knock him out, then everything went black. He wasn't conscious when they picked her up and dragged her out of the room.

Sometime after that, Will awoke in the same room, this time chained to the wall. He was later blindfolded, gagged, then moved. To his surprise, he wasn't alone, Riley was in there. He didn't know why they were paired up, but he was thankful. He could protect Riley, and he hoped Ben, Frankie and Santi were all together.

Will felt defeated, he had to remind himself of who he was; the call tag Ironhead was earned, he survived all kinds of crazy shit that should have killed him but didn't, including the one gunshot that solidified the name.

Will was getting Riley out of here, and he was going to find his brother - he was going to find Frankie and Santi even if he died trying.

Will knew exactly how many men there were now, the group was smaller, as far as he could tell. He knew the face of every guard, their habits and their schedules. Will counted 44 steps to the staircase, 10 descending steps, followed by a left turn: then a count of 56 steps to that fucking room.

Along with all this, the other thing churning in his mind was the why; why were they kept alive?

If their kidnappers wanted payback for Lorea, Will and the others would have been executed on the spot, or delivered to what’s left of Lorea’s men. If this was about ransom, which was a possibility, they’re being kept alive for money.

Another observation Will made was this; the men were getting lazy and too comfortable. He's taken the beatings, fought back, and watched at the same time. His time to act is soon approaching.

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