#made to watch whump

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.

[den-of-whump]

A guilty whump pleasure of mine is when a character in a fantastical setting is being tortured and something in them just breaks. They suddenly manifest magic super powers, or if they already had those, they suddenly go into overdrive and the character just murders everyone there.

[whump-galaxy]

Just imagined the caretaker coming back home, finding the whumpee in the kitchen. Maybe it’s clean, maybe it’s a mess, either way, the whumpee is distraught. They just wanted to make a simple meal themselves before the caretaker got home. They just wanted to do something for themselves and not be useless for once.

[serickswrites]

Cross

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, electrocution, forced to watch, betrayal, knife, blood

"It didn't have to be this way," Smallest Teammate said as they strained to try and reach through the bars of their cell to Teammate One and Team Leader.

Teammate One had handcuffed Team Leader to a metal bed frame and they were now taking their time attaching the jumper cables to the frame.

"Oh, but it did. It did, Smallest Teammate," Teammate One said with a smile. "Don't you think, Team Leader?"

Team Leader spat at Teammate One. They hadn't done anything but glare at Teammate One since Teammate One showed up, Smallest Teammate in tow, knife held to Smallest Teammate's throat demanding Team Leader come with them.

Smallest Teammate had tried to escape, tried to fight back, but Teammate One over powered them. Teammate One was always the strong one. The cut on Smallest Teammate's arm had stopped bleeding shortly after Teammate One had shoved them in the cell.

Teammate One had handcuffed Team Leader to the frame first. Team Leader hadn't fought back. Hadn't done anything to stop Teammate One. They couldn't risk Smallest Teammate being hurt.

"Please, you don't have to hurt them," Smallest Teammate pleaded as Teammate One stepped back.

Teammate One gave a wicked grin. "I know. But I want to," they said as they flipped the switch on the battery, sending electricity shooting through the bed frame.

Team Leader screamed as the current passed through the frame and into them. Their body was on fire and cold. Their body was frozen and moving. There was nothing they could do to stop. Nothing they could do to protect Smallest Teammate. Nothing they could do but hope that Teammate One would turn the battery off soon and leave.

Team Leader had to hope that Teammate Two would find them. Would realize that Teammate One had betrayed them all. Team Leader had to hope because if they didn't, they would have nothing to hold on to. They had to hold onto something. For Smallest Teammate.

Just as Team Leader thought they couldn't endure anymore, Teammate One flipped the switch again. Team Leader sagged against the frame, unable to lift their head.

"Team Leader! Team Leader! Say something!" The desperation in Smallest Teammate's voice had Team Leader wanting to say something. Wanting to lift their head and reassure Smallest Teammate.

But as Team Leader started to lift their head, Teammate One chuckled and flipped the switch once more. It was all Team Leader could do to stay awake as their body burned once more. Hope. Hope that was the only thing they had.

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 6

Made To Watch

The Blacklist s01e01: “Do what I say or I'll shoot your husband.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

[ssaemilyhotchner]

Hotch sees it too late—a flash of light off in the distance that pulls his attention from Emily’s eulogy of Louise. It’s wrong, somehow. Nothing in the cemetery’s rows of stone should sparkle like that, sun glinting off of metal. The silver spark of a barrel.

He realizes it’s a gun right before the shot is fired, and he’s never moved faster in his life, shouting her name and sprinting toward her to tackle her to the ground. But she gasps in his arms and he knows he wasn’t fast enough.

There are voices, screams, suspended above them as if in a dream: where’d the shot come from and get down and the sniper is in the northeast. Emily’s down, Emily’s down, Emily’s down. But just as quickly, it all dissolves into nothing and the silence left in its wake is heady, like a glass dome has been placed over the two of them as he looks down at her, blood wilting out of her like poppies against the dark of her dress.

“Emily. Emily, please.” His hands are on her chest, then on her neck for a pulse, then tilting her head back for air. Her blood, his fingerprints, her skin. “Stay with me, Emily. Don't leave me, please.” Her eyes find his, wide with shock, a single tear trailing out of her left before they flutter closed. “Stay with me, okay?”

No answer. 

“Emily, I love you,” he whispers, years too late. “I love you, Emily.”

No breath.

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 6 - Made To Watch

Kinnporsche - Ep. 10

Love In The Air - Ep. 7

Never Let Me Go - Ep. 12

Tien Bromance - Ep. 10

Triage - Ep. 13

[necrotic-nephilim]

Hey there, are you ok?

hey! thank you for checking up on me, this was really sweet!

i SWEAR i did not die. i just got a bit busy doing SladeRobin Week (which i will finish so help me god-) as well as things in my real life. i'm still trying to find the balance of like. fandom creation and working. i am very lucky to have the living situation that i do rn, but it is the sort of schedule where i do have to be ready to watch a baby at really any given point so. it's a tricky balance right now, but i'm going to be active here again! maybe not as many asks answered a day as before, but i want to try to answer like, a few a day and whatnot.

i also think i got briefly overwhelmed, in that i got more asks faster than i answered them. which is the opposite of a problem and something i'm very lucky for! but it did make it difficult for me to keep up and know what to answer next. (this is *not* a discouragement to sending asks! i love them all and pls send as many as you want! i just am a little slow sometimes so i appreciate the patience! <3)

so! i'm back and i'm good, ty for asking! we are back to the regularly scheduled programming <3

[librathefangirl]

@whumpgifathon | Day 6: Skills | Try out a new technique you haven't tried before using your favorite whump trope as inspiration! Killjoys | S03E05 | D'avin Jaqobis & John Jaqobis

[outtacommission]

I’m watching the yuzuki family’s four sons…… holy shit I’m head over heels four episodes in. this is like my favorite whump setup I think I’ve ever seen, or close to it.

the oldest brother who’s been thrust into a parental role while still very young and overworks himself on a daily basis to provide for his younger brothers like are you KIDDING me 😭😭😭 I’m going to throw up

[theenemyod]

*puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain**puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain**puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain**puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain* *puts my favourite character through pain*

[kiwikyuka]

this scene always cracks me up

he really did a "talk to the hand" and threw the guy up the air

[favouritefearlesswhumper]

Forced to watch with Team Leader

Idk there's something so good about a team watching their beloved, kind, smart, strong Leader suddenly falling to pieces in front of them.

It's not like they don't have more than a few scars of their own. But they've never known torture like this.

Tearfullt trying to reassure their team that they're fine, they're okay, honest-

Until they're very much not.

Blood dripping down their skin, limbs battered and bruised, broken bones, black eyes-

Worst of all, was the screams.

They tried to keep it in, they really really did. They didn't want to worry and scare their beloved team any more than they knew they already would be-

But it hurt so much.

It hurt so, so much.

And it's only the beginning.

[whumpberry-cookie]

If Whumpee not chew toy why makes squeking noises

[babytarttdoodoo]

in the end everything collides

((Winner of Whumptober Poll #2 | Day 6 | Made To Watch)) 

The whole evening had taken such a blindingly bizarre turn that even with the sound of fists meeting flesh and hysterical giggling filling his ears, Sam couldn’t process what he was seeing.

It had started out normally enough. He had been finishing some paperwork at Ola’s after closing, something he had been doing more and more of in the off-season to take at least a little pressure away from Simi.

He had been having fun, even, thanks to Jamie’s unrelenting commentary on anything and everything that popped into his head. His teammate had dropped in for a late dinner and hung around long after closing to keep Sam company when he learned of his plans.

The offer had been gratefully received and only curdled to regret when Edwin Akufo strode in like he owned the place.

His competing restaurant was not faring well, apparently, and that was obviously entirely Sam’s fault. How dare he have competent staff and a talented head chef?

Sam had sighed inwardly when Edwin’s security goons had spread out around the restaurant, gauging how much egotistical posturing and property damage he would likely have to put up with before being left alone again.

He hadn’t really considered what would happen if he fought back because he had no intention of doing so. Jamie, on the other hand, swung first.

Of course he did.

To his credit, he landed more than one solid hit before a bodyguard got hold of his arms and twisted them behind his back. Edwin had teetered between incredulity and rage for only a few moments before manic glee stole over his face.

It was not a good look on him.

“Let him go, Edwin, he doesn’t…” Sam barely started voicing his protests before he was grabbed too, held in place at the silent order of the billionaire, flicking a hand in Sam’s direction like he was an unimportant nuisance. Forgotten in the wake of this new entertainment.

“Ah, ah, what do we have here? Who are you to jump to Obisanya’s defence, hm? Another nobody with delusions of grandeur from kicking a ball?”

Jamie’s face screwed up to one side and Sam’s heart sank.

“Eh, ain’t nothing delusional about my ball-kicking, mate. Get a bit closer and I’ll show you.”

Edwin threw his head back and laughed, loudly. It was wildly out of place in the tense atmosphere and deeply unsettled something in Sam’s gut when he abruptly cut off.

“I do not think so, Obisanya’s friend. But Curtis here is more than happy to get up close and personal.”

‘Curtis’ was well over six feet tall and at least half as wide. Like all of Edwin’s cronies, he was dressed in a fine suit, though the addition of several bulky rings on his fingers seemed unique to him.

“Edwin, please,” Sam tried again, panic and desperation making his voice thin and reedy. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do not have to do anything,” Edwin crowed, rocking back on his heels, delighting in Sam’s obvious distress. “I choose to do this, just like you chose to so rudely turn down my very generous offer. And your friend here chose to interfere. These are consequences, Sam Obisanya. A lesson for you both to learn.”

Sam pulled helplessly on the arms holding him firmly in place as Curtis cracked his knuckles and advanced on Jamie. The footballer was waiting with a smirk and raised brow.

“Am I supposed to be scared, like?”

The first blow snapped his head to the side. Sam cried out as if it had been meant for him.

Jamie just laughed, licking blood from his lip as he casually straightened up again. “C’mon, put your back into it, lad.”

The second hit slammed into his jaw, sending his skull backwards with such force that the man holding him barely avoided a broken nose.

Jamie took slightly longer to recover, head lolling forward for a moment before he looked up with bloody teeth. “You wanna really swing your hips, mate. Get a bit more momentum.”

The next punch sank into his stomach, forcing a pained grunt out of his mouth along with any air he had in his lungs. He coughed, gasping, and started to laugh again.

“My old man hits harder than that and he can barely piss standing up half the time.”

Curtis glanced back at Edwin with a raised eyebrow, clearly unsettled by his lack of impact on Jamie’s confidence. If they were waiting for him to back down, Sam realised, they would be here all night.

That was not a pleasant thought.

“What are you looking at me for? He told you to hit harder!” Edwin pointed out, annoyed but also eying Jamie’s grinning, manic face warily.

Sam couldn’t say how long it went on for; Curtis continued hitting Jamie and Jamie just kept up a running commentary, getting more and more delirious as it ran on.

There was a horror to it. A numb, dreadful feeling in Sam’s chest as he shouted and pleaded himself hoarse but the violence didn’t stop.

Until it did.

All of a sudden, Edwin flicked his hand again, a deep frown on his face that Sam had no mind to be concerned about. Both he and Jamie were released unceremoniously and he was moving to catch his friend before any other thought had time to form.

Jamie slumped into him, knees given out, still mumbling obscenities and casting aspersions about Curtis’ mother.

Edwin observed them both, making no move to stop Sam from grabbing a nearby chair.

“Your friend is clearly disturbed. You should get him psychological help.”

Sam barely acknowledged him, too preoccupied with holding Jamie up to dignify that with a witty response. The billionaire straightened his jacket with a scoff and beckoned to his entourage.

As quickly as the intrusion had sent the night to absolute hell, they were left alone again. Or, almost alone.

“Francis, I am not in the mood right now,” Sam warned the hovering man when he didn’t seem to be moving on.

“That is fair.” The evening’s events had rocked him so deeply that Sam couldn’t even summon surprise at hearing the handshake aficionado's voice for the first time. “Mr Akufo is leaving the country tomorrow. He is closing his restaurant. This… It is unlikely we will meet again.”

Francis cleared his throat, looking awkwardly out of character from his usual cool, collected demeanour. Not a violent man, Sam realised.

“Goodbye then. You can let yourself out.”

He gave Sam a firm nod, Jamie a lingering look, and did so, leaving them in peace at last.

“Jamie, are you familiar with the concept of self-preservation? At all?” Sam asked urgently, trying to judge how unfocused his eyes were. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m the only one who gets to be a prick to you,” Jamie slurred, struggling to keep upright. “‘Sides, he really didn’t hit that hard.”

Sam was justified, he thought, in finally letting himself cry.