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[khoirkid]

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Whumptober 2024: No. 15 - Childhood Trauma/Painful Hug/Moment of Clarity/ "I did good, right?"

Title: A Path to Healing

Fandom: WWE (Professional Wrestling)

Characters: Sami Zayn & Jey Uso (SamiJey); Jimmy Uso (mentioned), Roman Reigns (mentioned)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1224

A/N: Welcome to another addition to Whumptober, Day 15. Almost halfway through now, what a ride it's been. This one was really painful to write, full disclosure.

Summary: Sami Zayn witnesses Jey Uso having a nightmare and tries to get him to talk about it. The path to healing is not always as straightforward and one would like.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Jey Uso’s greatest weakness was his family, it had always been this way. Following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a professional wrestler alongside his twin brother had only stoked that particular fire burning inside of him. Through wrestling, he developed the skills and the strength to continue to protect those that he loved.

Roman Reigns had exploited that weakness, used that weakness to get what he wanted from Jey because Roman knew him. Roman was his blood too. He had threatened Jey’s brothers too many times to count, manipulated and shaped Jey into the kind of person that Roman wanted him to be.

It had worked for a while, until Jey finally snapped. He challenged Roman for his Universal Championship and Roman had used Jimmy against Jey, forcing him to submit and say the words that Jey never thought he would say “I quit.” Because it wasn’t really a choice at that point, was it? The championship would mean nothing without his brother. For him, the choice would always be his brother.

Jey was back in that moment, having suffered brutally at the hands of Roman. But there was just one difference, Jey was outside the steel cage and Jimmy and Roman were inside. Jey could do nothing but watch as Roman beat Jimmy into the mat, punching and kicking him to the point of bleeding. Jey, his throat raw from screaming, slammed his hands on the chain link, cursing Roman and trying to tear the metal off by hand knowing that it was futile. After another moment of witnessing the carnage, Jey feels hands closing around his arms. He immediately fights to get out of the grips only for more hands to find him and begin to drag him backwards away from Jimmy and Roman in the ring.

“No, Jimmy!” Jey screamed, his voice breaking as he is hauled away from his brother and the world falls into oblivion.

Jey wakes up, Jimmy’s name on his lips in a scream as he sits bolt upright in bed. He is covered in sweat and his breath is coming in bursts, he rips the covers off and staggers out of bed in one movement. He didn’t notice that he had awakened Sami in the next bed until he heard the redhead call his name.

“Jey?” Sami calls quietly, rubbing at his eyes before turning his gaze onto the Samoan. The room was dark so Sami couldn’t see much more than a silhouette of his friend. When no response comes from the shorter man, Sami rises and crosses the room towards the figure that Sami now realizes is trembling. “Oh, Jey…” Sami says immediately, reaching out a hand to touch Jey’s arm. He didn’t want to crowd Jey as he had no idea what demons had come to him that night, but he needed him to know that he was there for him, nonetheless.

At the touch, Jey moved in to crush his body against Sami’s own, taking the redhead by surprise for a moment and forcing him to take a couple half steps backwards at the movement, wrapping his arms around the shorter man as he does so. Sami feels a trembling Jey bury his face into the redhead’s shoulder with a shuddering breath, clutching Sami all the tighter. Sami, at a loss at what to do takes to rubbing gentle circles the length of Jey’s back, whispering to the shorter man just so that Jey had a familiar voice to listen to as he came down from what Sami suspected had been a nightmare.

After a while, Jey’s breathing begins to even out and his body calms slightly, leading to Sami stepping back a fraction and attempting to catch a glimpse of Jey’s face. The dark-haired man lifts his head from Sami’s shoulder, blinking blurrily for a moment before bringing up a hand to scrub at his damp eyes.

“Alright, Jey. Come sit down over here…” Sami says gently, stepping away from him to sit down on his bed, waiting for Jey to do the same. For a moment, Jey turns his back on Sami and looks towards the window and Sami takes a quick moment to discretely swipe his phone from the nightstand, sending a hurried text to Jimmy with the following: “Call Jey. He needs to hear your voice.” before tossing the cell phone onto his bed behind him as Jey turns back around.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sami asks gently as Jey sits down just to Sami’s left.

“It was just a nightmare…” Jey states simply, his elbows resting on his knees, wringing his hands together from where they rested between his legs. “Nothing serious, Uce.”

A sigh from Sami as he tries to determine exactly how to handle this situation. Everyone responded to nightmares differently and while he had long suspected that Jey had nightmares, he had never witnessed one of Jey’s himself until that night.

“Uce, you were screaming… I know how you are; I know that you probably want to just try to forget about this and move on. But I suspect that this is something more than just ‘nothing’, Jey, and I think this will keep happening until we handle it.” Sami says, looking over at his friend and leaning over to bump their shoulders together. “It’s just me, Jey. You can talk to me, you know that.”

“I… I was back in the ring, during the cage match.” Jey begins after a moment of hesitation and Sami doesn’t need him to be any more specific to know what match Jey was referring to. “And then I wasn’t. Jimmy replaced me and he was beating my brother…” A pause as Jey’s breath hitches, his mind replaying the events from his nightmare in vivid detail over and over again before his eyes. “I couldn’t stop him, Uce. I could do nothin’ but watch.”

Sami knew how that felt all too well. An image of Kevin handcuffed to the middle rope as Roman loomed menacingly over him with a steel chair grasped between his hand’s flashes before his eyes for a moment before he pushes the image away. This wasn’t about him; this was about Jey. “It wasn’t real, Jimmy is fine and safe at home. You just talked to him the other day, remember?”

A nod as Jey plays back the conversation he had had with his twin. Jimmy had been fine then; his nightmare couldn’t change that. It wasn’t real, so why did it feel like it was?

Just then, Jey’s cell lights up the room as it rings, and the pair are drawn out of their own thoughts. Sami nods towards the cell when Jey looks at him.

“Go ahead and take it.”

Jey nods, rising and grabbing his phone only for his face to light up. Sami didn’t need to see the name of the person calling to know who it was as he studied Jey.

Sami awoke sometime later to find Jey asleep on the other side of his bed, having long since abandoned his own. A small sad smile formed onto Sami’s lips at the sight as he carefully brushed his fingertips against Jey’s wrist, wrapping his fingers around the wrist so that Jey had a reminder that he was not alone. He would help keep the demons away.

[crimsonwolf715]

Old and New Wounds

An alarm starts going off. 

“I thought we were done with training for the day,” Todoroki says. “We have to get back to the dorms.” 

“That’s not a training alarm,” Endeavor says, then heads out of the training room quickly. 

Izuku and Todoroki rush to catch up to him. 

“What’s the situation, Burnin?” Endeavor asks. 

“There’s a guy breaking into places and incapacitating everyone he comes into contact with. We don’t have a record of him or what his Quirk is,” Burnin answers. 

“Alright, let’s get to the scene.” He turns to Izuku and Todoroki. “You two don’t have to come.” 

“But we’re coming anyway,” Todoroki replies. 

Izuku nods. 

“Alright then.” 

Izuku, Todoroki, Endeavor, and Burnin head out to the scene as quickly as they can and find the villain coming out of a jewelry store. Endeavor attacks the villain and he dodges. The others join in on the attack, making it a whirlwind of people. Izuku and Endeavor back up to survey the situation. The villain throws Todoroki at Endeavor and Endeavor barely manages to catch Todoroki. He’s helping Todoroki stand when Todoroki gets hit by a blast. He goes flying backwards. 

“Shoto!” 

Endeavor gets hit with a blast and goes flying through the wall of a nearby shop. 

“Sir!” Burnin shouts, running over to check on Endeavor. 

The villain goes to shoot Burnin and Izuku hits him with a Delaware Smash Air Force. He turns towards Izuku and starts firing shots at him. Izuku dodges most of them, but one of them grazes his arm. It doesn’t hurt, but his mind starts buzzing a little. 

“My Quirk brings up buried trauma. Not always the most handy, but quite useful for dealing with heroes. Always so traumatized.” 

Another shot hits Izuku’s arm. 

“You’re useless.” “You’ll never amount to anything.” “Useless Izuku.” “I’ll call you Deku!”  

Izuku pushes the endless stream of insults out of his mind. 

I’m not useless, not anymore. 

He continues attacking the villain and while he seems a little surprised, willingly goes back to fighting Izuku. Izuku notices that Todoroki seems to be recovering, which is good. He notices that Endeavor still hasn’t gotten up. The villain goes to attack Todoroki again and Izuku manages to get to him first. He grabs Todoroki with Blackwhip and pulls Todoroki over to him. While he looks surprised, Todoroki quietly thanks Izuku for the save. 

“No problem.” 

The villain manages to hit Deku with the ray again, but it’s different this time. The scenery around him changes to the kitchen of the Todoroki Household. 

Shoto, who woke up to the sound of his mother’s voice, walks towards the kitchen, where her voice is coming from. Rei’s standing in the kitchen with a kettle on the stove. She’s on the phone with someone, but Todoroki can’t tell who it is. 

“I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t take it anymore. Everyday, the child seem more like him. And Shoto, that child’s left side looks unbearable to me. All I can see is his father. I can’t raise him anymore. I want to run away from this life.” 

“Mom? What are you saying?” 

Rei gives Todoroki a crazed look, then grabs Todoroki’s arm and pours boiling water on his face. 

Izuku gets pulled back to reality by Todoroki tossing him into an alleyway to avoid another blast from the villain’s gun. 

“Are you alright, Midoriya?” Todoroki asks. “You froze.” 

Izuku nods, trying to push the horrific scene from his mind. “Yeah, I’m fine. I really wish Kacchan was here. He would be able to get this guy with his explosions.” 

“Well Bakugo isn’t here, so we need a plan because my father’s still out of commission.” 

Izuku turns his attention towards Endeavor and he’s still lying motionless in the rumble of that broken wall. 

“Is Endeavor alive?” Izuku asks. “I haven’t seen him move since being hit.” 

Todoroki glances at Endeavor. “He’s fine. Focus on the plan.” 

“Plan. Plan.” Izuku looks around. “Todoroki, do you think you can cause a massive distraction?” 

Todoroki nods. “What do you have in mind, Midoriya?” 

Izuku watches Todoroki rush out of the alleyway producing large amounts of ice and blocking the villain in while also distracting him. Izuku smiles and uses Delaware Smash Air Force to propel himself into the air. The villain’s completely distracted by trying to find Todoroki among the ice, so Izuku kicks him in the back of the head. The villain grabs Izuku and takes Izuku down with him. The two struggle on the ground and Izuku gets stabbed in the side. Deku uses a little of One For All and kicks him in the head again. 

He gets knocked unconscious by the kick and Izuku gets up. He covers the wound with a hand so he can stop the bleeding. He looks around and notices that camera crews showed up at some point and are filming. Luckily, you can only see his head over the ice, so he quickly retreats behind a larger piece of ice. He leans against the ice so he doesn’t fall over. The adrenaline is crashing and he’s really starting to feel the effects of the blood loss. 

“Young Midoriya!” Izuku turns and sees All Might running towards him. 

He pushes himself off the ice and steadies himself, then braces for All Might to grab his shoulders like he usually does. Instead, All Might hugs him and it takes everything in him not to make a pained noise. All Might holds him at arm’s length, probably to get a good look at him, but Izuku’s strength gives out and he falls forward. All Might catches him and notices the wound Izuku’s actively been covering with his hand. 

“Young Midoriya.” 

Izuku smiles at All Might. “Did you see the fight?” 

All Might nods. “I saw the whole thing.” 

“I did good, right?” Izuku asks. “I used my power well?” 

“Of course you did. You helped take down a powerful villain. I’m proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Dad. Just… Tell Mom…” 

“Hey, you’re gonna be fine.” 

Izuku nods. “Just tell Mom that I’ll be fine. Not to worry too much.” 

“You know how your mother is. She worries all the time. I don’t exactly help with all the reckless things I put you through.” 

Izuku manages a small shrug. The paramedics rush over and take Izuku to an ambulance. He passes out on the way to the hospital. 

Izuku wakes up to a familiar beeping and the sound of Bakugo yelling at someone. 

Kacchan’s yelling is getting closer, which means that Kacchan’s coming.  

Izuku opens his eyes to see a hospital room and Inko, sitting in the chair beside his bed. All Might’s outside of the door with a doctor. Inko smiles when she notices that his eyes are open. 

“Hey, Mom.” 

“Izuku.” 

She starts crying and Izuku immediately starts comforting her as much as he can verbally. All Might walks in with Bakugo and he rushes over to Inko. Bakugo walks over to Izuku’s bed and gently yanks on his ear. 

“Ow,” Izuku says, even though it didn’t hurt that much. 

“Stop doing dumb shit,” Bakugo demands. “The one time I’m not there you get stabbed, really?” 

“I’m not useless anymore, am I Kacchan?” 

Bakugo’s frown deepens. “You’re not useless. Get the idea out of your head.” 

Izuku nods as Bakugo sits down. Inko��s luckily stopped crying, but she still looks like she might start crying again at any second. The doctor comes in and tells them that Izuku’s gonna be fine. That he’s gotten the blood that he needs and the broken ribs are taken care of. He wants Izuku to stay overnight for observation to make sure that nothing pops up, but that they can go in the morning as long as everything stays the same. His parents walk out to do some paperwork, so Izuku and Bakugo start chatting about Bakugo’s “house arrest”. 

Not long after they start talking, Todoroki walks into the room and he looks displeased. 

“Hey, Todoroki. Is Endeavor alright?” 

Todoroki grabs a chair and pulls it up next to Bakugo. “My father’s actively in psychological holding because he freaked out and attacked some of the staff when he woke up. They said that it’s most likely an aftereffect of the ability since he was apparently hit with such a high powered shot, but they don’t know what state he’ll be in when he wakes up again.” 

“Are you worried?” Izuku asks. 

“Yes, but I believe he will pull through just fine. How are you feeling, Bakugo?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“I talked to your mother on the way in Midoriya. She says that you’re gonna be fine.” 

“Oh yeah, we talked to the doctors a couple minutes before you came in. That’s why my parents are outside, they’re doing some paperwork.” 

Todoroki nods, then gets up. “I’m going to go check on my father again. None of the others have shown up yet so I’ll be the only one there if he does wake up.” 

“See ya later, Todoroki.” 

“Let me know if you need anything, IcyHot.” 

Todoroki nods again, then heads out.

[sushimango]

Day 15 of Whumptober!

You can still call it childhood if he literally just came out of the tank, no?

I guess he has enough trauma for a lifetime

[the-graves-family]

No. 15: "I did good, right?"

The security around the house is, perhaps, overkill. That’s what most people think when they have to deal with Ace Graves. There are cameras everywhere, motion and temperature sensors, alarms and a large fence with barbed wire. Everything wired to a wall of monitors down in the basement. Gates and doors with codes, something that would put some government facilities to shame.

Overkill, some would say.

To Ace, it’s not enough.

Because if it was enough, then this intruder wouldn’t have come as far as he has. Inside the house. His house. Too close to him. He hates having his space disrupted, it leaves him feeling like his skin is crawling.

An EMP. Of course. The bane of his existence. Amazing what a vermin from the desolate edges of society can do with a microwave generator.

The door to the basement has an electronic lock. With it disabled, the door isn’t going to hold back the maniac for much longer. Ace huffs in displeasure as he tries to get his creations up and running. Most of his circuits are fried, and the cameras aren’t working either. He knows the man is trying to get in because he can hear him pounding on the door. Bothersome.

Where is his useless waste of a brother?

Why does he keep Aaron around if he can’t even take care of an intruder? Annoyance sparks in his chest and Ace huffs again, getting more ticked off by the second. The loud banging is hurting his ears, making him snarl as he works. He doesn’t like it.

One final, louder bang is his sign that he’s run out of time.

Ace looks up, wide-eyed, at the stairs, wondering who it is. A disgruntled client? He doesn’t remember having any negative interactions with clients for the past few years. Although, his definition of a negative social interaction might not be… widely accepted. Maybe a victim then. Which would be asinine. He’s just a supplier, what people do with his machines doesn’t concern him.

Then, there’s…

Strange, he thought all of his test subjects didn’t have any loved ones. Had Aaron fucked up and brought someone who would be missed? It sounded like something his brother would do. Always fucking up, never managing to even being close to acceptable.

There is the sound of a commotion, and Ace gets up, backing away from the stairs, waiting for something to happen. He has nowhere to go, the basement only has one way in and out. Maybe he should change that.

Instead of an aggressor stomping down the stairs to threaten him, Ace is treated to a tangle of two bodies falling, hitting every step on their way down. It takes him a few seconds to process what he’s even looking at.

Aaron looks like shit. Pale, trembling even as he punches the intruder in the face, trying to climb onto him to just keep hitting. Distantly, Ace realizes that the EMP must have messed with the electronics he has on and in his twin. He must have fallen unconscious when the blast hit. 

There’s the flash of a gun, and Ace blinks as his brother makes a noise he hadn’t even thought was humanly possible when the stranger points it at him. It doesn’t occur to him to fear for his life. 

He knows Aaron would take that bullet any day.

Aaron is frantic, and he grapples with the intruder. It’s a flurry of limbs, sounds of violence and blood. Disgusting. Ace can’t get behind the idea of anything organic. It bothers him, needles at him like a loose wire.

The sound of a gunshot makes him drop, but not because he’s scared, or because he’s been hit. It’s too loud. He covers his ears with a grimace, trying to clear his head. Everything feels like it’s too much. That single sound was enough to make even the clothes on his back feel like they’re burning him.

The noises stop, and there’s the sound of footsteps coming near him. Ace bites down on his tongue so hard he tastes blood, taking his hands away from his ears so he can look up.

Aaron stares down at him, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hands and staining his clothes. No, soaking his clothes. Aaron is bleeding.

A graze wound peeks from behind his shredded shirt, skin burnt and split. The intruder must have wanted to aim for the chest and in the struggle it had grazed his side. Easier to fix than a proper bullet wound. 

Also, repulsive.

His twin looks like he wants to say something, but Ace gets to his feet, glancing over at the cooling corpse near the stairs. Some of its bones look broken. Come to think of it, one of Aaron’s shoulders doesn’t look like it’s in the right place, either. In fact, his brother doesn’t look like he’ll be able to stand for much longer, staring off into space as he is.

But Ace has better things to think about. He needs to check if his creations are all working, that no circuits were permanently damaged.

“Clean up,” he mutters, looking with unconcealed disdain at his twin. “You’re making a mess.”

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Whumptober Day 15: "I did good, right?"

Cherrybird is another one of those "how do I make this angst without completely throwing the curve balls instantly". For now you get some of the budding issues that are gonna be stressing Odd to kingdom come if you will lol

Drabble Premise: It was a bit of mistiming that allowed Odd to inadvertently help the Guardian that day. Now he's Cherrybird, who works alongside Chat Noir to protect Paris. Things get complicated when he begins attending his new school and another enemy crawls out the woodwork. It's fine if he lets this slide so long as he helps this group, right?

[blogger360ncislarules]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harris Keane & Hetty Lange Characters: Hetty Lange, Harris Keane Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024, 9x23, 9x24, 10x01, Team as Family, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Set Up For Failure, Partner Betrayal, holding back tears, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Season/Series 10 Speculation, Yeah this is a lot of whump Summary:

A very deep and whumpy look into what the Season 9 finale and Season 10 premiere must have been like for Hetty.

[dinosaurswant2rule]

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Written for Day 15

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

Again me torturing Halbrand/Sauron cause I can

Galadriel offers Halbrand a kind gesture in the aftermath of the battle to ease some old wounds

[christmassavestheyear]

wishing these memories would fade, they never do a fic by @thefootnotes for @whumptober

Given the complexities of his childhood, Buck should, in all self-honesty, be more adjusted to this idea by now. He spent his fair share of time in the emergency room or the backs of ambulances – as well as one or two cop cars, but that’s mostly irrelevant – and thus has plenty of experience watching teenagers doing the same things he did, getting hurt the same way he did. It’s been eight years since he joined the 118, and he’s had thousands of familiar-feeling calls in that time – and far more than one motorcycle crash.

Or the one where the civvies are like mirrors to Buck, childhood is better remembered, and Bobby seems to know just what to say.

T | evan buckley & bobby nash | 1.6k whumptober day 15 - childhood trauma: painful hug, moment of clarity, "i did good, right?

read on ao3.

[nopoodles]

To The One Who Showed Me Love - Whumptober Day 15

*Watching their father killing humans through marriage loses its appeal after… maybe the first time, if that could be counted. But Aodhán never expected this particular turn of events.*

Prompt: Childhood Trauma + Painful Hug + “I did good, right?”World: Fae Courts/Winter KingCharacters: Aodhán (this is before any of our earlier pieces where you might have met Aodh.)Spoilers?  Nah

Aodhán had…

[emerald-hobbit]

Coming To

Summary:

The first thing Harry was aware of was the dull ringing echoing around his head mingling with vague impressions of Jesse’s scared face. What had happened? Harry groaned at the sudden realisation that he had a headache. He brought a hand to his head. He’d been injured enough times to recognise the feeling of an IV in his hand.

“Back with us?” asked the voice of Henry Allen. Harry cracked his eyes open to see the doctor sitting on a chair near him.

--

Or Harry waking up after Jesse's ear defenders failed

Whumptober Day 12 - "I did good, right?"

[hywenhei]

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA: Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

CW: Major character death, childhood trauma

Caretaker hugging Whumpee's body in an iron-clad grip even after their heart stops beating. People keep trying to pull them away, telling them that Whumpee's pulse has stopped and they aren't coming back, but Caretaker's hands keep holding on with strength that makes their knuckles turn white. Maybe the pain will make Whumpee wake up for them.

"I did good, right? In the battle?" "Yeah, kid, you did great. Now, sit still so I can bandage you up properly."

Whumpee has finally broken off their deeply-rooted toxic relationship with Whumper in a moment of complete clarity, and it hurts more than they could ever imagine. All they can do is cling onto Caretaker, in a state of utter turmoil, as Whumper leaves them behind and Caretaker assures them that everything will be okay.

The moment when Whumpee realises what they went through as a child was not normal. Making a joke about it to their friends and getting weird looks. The slow realisation of wait, that didn't happen to you guys? The initial disbelief and denial because if that didn't happen to anybody else then why did it have to happen to Whumpee? Did they really deserve all that pain?

me and childhood trauma whump go way back. it was actually part of my whump awakening since there was just so much in the tv shows i watched. i was watching very child-friendly tv shows though. trust me :)

anyways, see you guys for day 16!! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)

[bananzie]

even castles crumble if they're made to wait

Part 5 of a new RWRB Hitman AU series by bananzie for Whumptober 2024

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Series: Part 34 of stars, stripes, and union jacks, Part 5 of hit me(n) baby one more time

summary: Henry sucked as backup. Seriously. Alex knew he was better than this; he didn’t fall in love with lame-ass amateurs and even if he did, Henry would have been an exception. Because Henry was good at his job, but he sucked as backup.

According to Alex’s internal clock, it had been about two days since he had been woken up at gunpoint and with knock-out gas. A locked door and unknown location was not enough to stop him from escaping, but he was going to give Henry until the end of the three day mark before he got himself out.

(If he maybe, kind of, really wanted to be rescued like a damsel in a movie, that was Alex’s business only.)

(whumptober 2024 prompt: used as bait [alternative] + "I did good, right?")

Read now on AO3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK