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yet-another-heathen · 26 days ago

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Wick's Whump Drive - I

This is a commissioned piece for @light-me-on-pyre, who was kind enough to participate in my ongoing whump drive for Palestinian aid.

Want in? Donate $5/€5 or more to ANY Palestinian fundraiser, send me the receipt, and I'll write a custom whump drabble for you, too.

Prompt: "How would you write deconditioning?"

[ My lessons on how to write realistic conditioning can be found here. ]

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TW | realistic whump recovery, emotional whump, brief argument, PTSD, flashbacks, intentional deconditioning attempt, implied past character death (whumper)

It wasn't the word itself this time. It was the way Caretaker said it.

"Kneel."

Whumpee went down hard. The mental cursing began when his knees were about two inches from hitting the ground. Too late to stop the movement. Plenty of time to hate himself for following through.

Where his knees hit, the jarring spike of stacking bruises felt like a punch. Failure.

Another. Fucking. Failure.

Whumpee groaned in frustration, hands balling in his hair. Then he was on his feet again, pacing. "Again."

"Whumpee, I think we've had enough for toni—"

"No! No, I need to try again! I have to get this right just once before I stop." He turned again on his heel, leaving another path in the carpet. "We keep going. I just— I just need to keep going."

Caretaker raised an eyebrow, not moving from where he knelt. With that endless patience that was beginning to grate on Whumpee's nerves, "...we have been at this for an hour. Your nerves are getting more and more frayed by the minute. You said yourself that this works best when you're calm."

"And what if I'm wrong?" Whumpee whirled around on him, tears in his eyes. "I keep failing. I've barely managed to stop myself three times this whole week. Out of what? Four dozen attempts? Five? Every time I quit I end up backsliding more and more. I can't keep giving up. This has to work."

"It will be easier—"

"Are you going to say it or not? You said you would help me!"

Caretaker looked taken aback. And just as quickly, his expression shuttered.

"What do you think I've been doing for the last hour?" he asked. "Don't forget— I still get to say 'no', too."

The reminder hit like a slap. Not because Caretaker was wrong. Because he was right.

It had taken everything Whumpee had just to keep making it through the practice sessions. With how bad things had gotten, he barely had the capacity to take care of himself right now. Let alone worry any of the people around him.

Was that how he'd been acting? Was that what Whumpee was denying him? Even the choice to be a part of this?

After standing there for another far too long moment, Whumpee let out a sigh and came back over to Caretaker. He slipped to the floor beside him, folding his knees up to his chest, back pressed to the couch.

Quieter, rougher, "...Yeah. Yeah, you do." He couldn't bring himself to look at him. "I'm sorry."

Although Caretaker didn't say anything, Whumpee could see the moment the tension in his shoulders let go. The fight passed over them like a distant shadow.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," Whumpee murmured. He wrapped his arms around his knees, resting his chin on his forearms. "Between the nightmares and the memories... I'm just... I'm so tired." Quieter still, "I can't seem to get that monster out of my head."

"You've not been sleeping." It wasn't a question.

"...I've been trying to. I really have. But I end up just laying there, thinking the same five thoughts on repeat, over and over and over. Things haven't been this bad since—"

A flash of bright light. Wrists rubbed raw. Whumpee was doubled over, arms wrapped around himself. Screaming himself raw with a flood of relief and despair and a hundred other emotions that he could never admit aloud. Blood spreading on the cement floor. Blood that finally, finally wasn't his own.

Whumpee flinched, twisting his face away from the sight. As if this was something he could just look away from. As if the memories weren't printed into his retinas like the afterimage of lightning.

He took a few slow, steadying breaths, shaking on every exhale. Clenched his trembling hands, open and closed. Open and closed. Eventually he managed a raspy, "...since before."

Caretaker watched, worried. But he knew better than to reach for Whumpee without asking first.

"Whumpee... you've been butting up against this same block for weeks now. I've watched you try everything except the most obvious thing there is. You need to rest." Whumpee opened his mouth to say something, but Caretaker cut him off before he could argue. "—I'm not telling you to quit. I know why you can't, and I would never ask it of you. But there's a difference between giving up, and taking enough time to catch your breath before the next sprint."

Whumpee averted his eyes again, throat working against the burn of building tears. But he was listening.

Softer, "You said this was something you'd be working on for the rest of your life. If that's true, then there's time. For just a few days... give yourself some of the softness you went so long without. Take enough time to be gentle with the man you're trying so hard to save."

The words had hit their mark. He watched as Whumpee's face crumpled. His breath hitched once, and he broke into a sob. Then Whumpee finally reached out for him, and Caretaker didn't hesitate to pull him into hug.

He buried his face against Caretaker's chest, everything he'd been holding back falling apart at once. Pain. Despair. Hope. Grief. All of it came pouring out with his voice.

"There. I've got you," Caretaker murmured, closing his eyes. Exhausted, but relieved that something had finally gotten through. "...I've got you."

#conditioned whumpee #whump recovery #rescued whumpee #caretaker #whumpee #whump #whumpblr #whump community #PTSD in whump #conditioning #trauma recovery #Wick's Whump Drive #whump drabble #whump commission #(went wayyy over 300+ words on this one. turns out I had a lot to say! thank you again so much for participating)#emotional whump

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whumpofalltime · 1 year ago

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friends, enemies, lurkers, we've made it to the

Whump Of All Time Finals!

What's the whumpiest whump of all time? Help us decide!

Find links and propaganda under the cut. Quarterfinalist and later match-ups are untagged, so your votes and reblogs matter! Make sure you click through to the main blog to find the run-off poll to crown third place, as well!

ROTK:

(spider attack, rescue)

"The Lord of The Rings, when Frodo gets bitten by a giant spider and left for dead by Sam at the end of The Two Towers, and then when Sam finds him in The Return of the King being held prisoner and whipped by an orc."

The Young Blood Chronicles (Save Rock and Roll's music videos, Fall Out Boy):

(link)

"Everyone gets bloodied, bruised, beaten up, tortured, rescued, limbs are amputated - it's brutal. Alone Together is particularly strong."

sorry for being late, but you want YBC propaganda? then you're getting YBC propaganda. I know you're a FOB fan, but I will be writing this for the benefit of those who don't know what YBC is, for better propaganda purposes! and yeah this is gonna be LONG. sorry.

So! The Youngblood Chronicles (shortened to YBC) is a series of 11 music videos made by the band Fall Out Boy, for their album Save Rock And Roll (you know this album, it's the one with My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark on it). The whole thing is quite short, less than fifty minutes long (even shorter if you don't count the uncut version's credits!!), and every single music video has some element of whump in it. This propaganda is gonna break down each individual music vid, and at i'll also talk a little bit about the irl context the album was written in, and why even THAT can be a little bit whumpy if you're insane like me!

(note: i'm going in the original release order over the uncut order, hence why i'm starting with MSKWYDITD instead of The Phoenix)

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark: Arguably the least whump-y out of all of them, but man, seeing all of Fall Out Boy's discography and memorabilia be burnt while people are dancing around the destruction? Man, when you know the real life stuff (the reception the band had in 2009, leading to them to take a three year hiatus)... and at the end, you see four guys bound in the back of a van!! And that van is getting burnt!! Burn everything you love and burn the... ashes.

The Phoenix: NOW here's the first of MANY whump tastes you'll get. Patrick Stump, the singer/cutie of the band, gets kidnapped, tied to a chair, has his hand CHOPPED OFF and mailed to his bandmate/best friend Pete Wentz, then gets tied down and utterly tortured by women who are laughing at his misery the entire time, getting prodded and stabbed by tools for... well, you'll see. By the end of the video, Pete and the other two members of FOB (Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley) have been kidnapped by these mysterious women too, with Pete specifically getting kidnapped by the blonde woman he was in bed with when Patrick's hand got delivered to him. If you enjoy cute boys getting tied down, covered in blood, and writhing around like worms while getting tortured... well you'll enjoy all of YBC but specifically you'll enjoy this!! I did :D! The war is won, before it's begun, release the doves, surrender love...

Young Volcanoes: Good news, FOB has been reunited! Bad news, by the women who dismembered Patrick! And now all the band members are tied to chairs, hooked up to IVs full of god knows what types of drugs, and blindfolded (all except Patrick). They are then forced to drink, snort hard drugs, and are force fed Patrick's organs! Yep, all four of them are forced to eat their lead singer's guts, and are so fucking drugged up they don't even realize what's happening (and now you know what the women were doing to him in the last mv, and you even get a nice little shot of the hack job of stitching him back up)!! Patrick hallucinates everyone having fun, but of course, at the end, all of them are knocked out because of the drugs. Americana, exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?

Alone Together: This is the song the OG propaganda mentioned, and for good reason. All four of them are shipped off into little personalized torture rooms, and, well, tortured! Pete is able to break out and even steals the hook from the girl who was torturing him, but little does he know that'll be his own undoing... also, in general, this song has some whumpy elements, specifically the line "my heart is like a stallion/they love it more when it's broke-in"... but notice how easy it is to hear "broke-in" as "broken"! At the end of the video, Pete is at least able to find Patrick (Joe and Andy have NOT been having a good time, either!! But sadly, they aren't found by Pete, but Pete DOES find Big Sean), and is even able to attach the hook to the stump (ha!) where his hand used to be. But something is clearly wrong with Patrick now. His eyes are yellow, and as the song ends, we hold on him, sneering and twitching. This is the road to ruin - and we're started at the end...

The Mighty Fall: First off if you say this is the worst song off of SRAR I will hunt you for sport. OKAY ANYWAYS, chronologically this comes after MSKWYDITD, and yeah, the four guys are the members of FOB. Pete is able to free himself with Patrick's new hook hand, and is able to get the other three out while Pete is hacking up a lung from the fire they just barely escaped. But they're not done getting their shit rocked yet. A gang of children show up (the leader being the kid Patrick waved at right before he was kidnapped back in the Phoenix MV), and proceed to separate them and beat the living shit out of them. The leader kid who's chasing Patrick plays something on a boombox... which triggers Patrick to go yellow-eyed again (from here on out i'll call it "going Youngblood" or "Youngblood self"). It was confirmed in the commentary track that ANY music would cause him to go Youngblood. And knowing Patrick IRL fucking loves to create/compose music... yeah! Take something he loves and turn it into something that drives him insane!! I'm normal!! And also the irl parallel you could draw to his solo career doing the same thing to him (on a less uh Dramatic level but you know)!!! Ouch!!!! Big Sean is able to save Patrick, but at the cost of his own life (and a killer rap verse... HELL YEAH I'M A DICK GIRL, ADDICTED TO YOU). Oh, how the mighty fall in love...

Just One Yesterday: The last vestiges of comfort you're gonna get for a WHILE. The four are separated, getting even more beaten up, Pete vomits up a snake, Andy gets his shit rocked by a homeless guy, Joe has to use white sheets as a makeshift tourniquet bc his leg got fucked up in The Mighty Fall MV, and Patrick is picked up by a kind stranger (hi Foxes! you have a very pretty voice! PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE STEERING WHEEL!). And finally, finally we get a hope spot. Fall Out Boy is reunited (the part where Andy just grabs onto Patrick's arm, in disbelief they're both alive... augh!!! AUGH!!!!), and for a moment, it seems they've been delivered to a hospital... before Foxes' eyes go completely black, looking at Patrick... and turns on the radio. She's able to trigger the Youngblood. And now Patrick is gone. The other three scramble into the hospital, Patrick not far behind, determined to kill them to stop the noise in his head. If Heaven's grief brings Hell's reign, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday...

Where Did The Party Go: Patrick, now fully consumed by the Youngblood brainwashing, is now stalking his bandmates in a hospital. Patrick is seeing visions of the hospital as an abandoned party, Andy has to painfully disinfect the wounds he's gotten, Pete is able to call for the police, and Joe... oh, poor Joe. He barricades himself into a room, but not well enough. Patrick finds him, and kills him, slitting his throat with the hook hand, showing no remorse at all... until Andy and Pete find them. The Youngblood wears off, and Patrick looks to what he's done, and is horrified at what he's done to his friend. And, bad news for him, the police are here, ready to arrest the murderer. All Andy and Pete can do is watch as tears roll down Patrick's eyes. And for the extra IRL context, this was the first song written for the album that made Pete and Patrick realize they had to get FOB back together... so lets match that with a music video where the member who helped get the band together in the first place dies. By the hands of the kid he found. Let's fade away together, one dream at a time...

Death Valley: Joe gets... uh, a little comfort? I mean, he thinks he's getting sent to heaven but goes to hell, buuuuut I think doing drugs in rock and roll hell with Tommy Lee is actually a pretty sweet deal, better than the deal the other three got! Pete and Andy are being interrogated while Patrick is in a jail cell. We find out that the cult that kidnapped them, Silence the Noise, is lead by Pete's girlfriend from WAAAAY back in the Phoenix MV, Courtney Love. And at the end of the MV... Patrick is bailed out of jail by Silence the Noise. They have him again. And this time, they're not gonna let him walk out until he's fully under their control. 'Cause tonight it's just fire alarms and losing you...

Rat a Tat: Silence the Noise has Patrick, and they utterly brainwash him, A Clockwork Orange style, with electroshock stimulation to keep him from looking away or closing his eyes, until there is nothing left. Patrick Stump does not exist anymore. Only the Youngblood, pliant under the control of Silence the Noise, tasked to destroy what he once loved; music. Andy dies at the hands of the cult, and now Pete has to protect a briefcase, the thing that got them into this mess, and keep it away from Silence the Noise, all while his best friend hunts him down. Are you ready for another bad poem?

Miss Missing You: THE WHUMPIEST OF THE WHUMP. What if we were best friends but you've been driven insane and I know the only way to stop you is to kill you and it was my fault you got into this mess and I was the one who gave you the weapon that will be my own undoing. What if we both died at the same time. What if we died, both of us failing the mission we had before us. What if that was a reference to one of their first music videos. What if this song was originally written for Patrick's solo album but he realized it was more of a Fall Out Boy song so it was scrapped until now. What if there's a legit argument to be made that half the lyrics for this song was written by Patrick. What if we were both boys. Grips walls, yeha i'm normal. If you don't watch ANY other music vid, watch Miss Missing You. Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

Save Rock And Roll: And our final track gives us a final bit of comfort. Patrick is able to overcome the Youngblood, and gets into heaven, where all of FOB is finally, finally reunited. God (aka Elton John) gives them new instruments and brings them back to earth, so they can do what they love; play music together. Which just so happens to release people from the control of Silence the Noise! But, because we can't have nice things, a cult within Silence the Noise got a hold of the briefcase, and summoned a spirit that starts to kill everyone. FOB stands together, and blasts the evil spirit, the blood coming up to the gates of heaven and covering Elton John in it. And... that's how it ends. No true resolution. Just Elton John covered in blood, as the song fades out. Oh, no! Wherever I go, go! Trouble seems to follow! I only plugged in to save rock and roll!

UH. AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH. but i really wanted to express just how much WHUMP they manage to fit into less than fifty minutes, all backed by an amazing album colored by the three years they were apart. colored by how they grew, colored by how bad the hiatus was for Patrick specifically, colored by how Confessions of a Pariah got Pete to reach out to help him, and this album came out of it, Fall Out Boy came back out of it, and now here we are, ten years later, with the title track being performed every night for their concert, with all the band singing the final lines together, and the line you are what you love, not who loves you hitting every single night.

SORRY. LISTEN TO FALL OUT BOY. thanks for letting me rant.

#final round #tournament poll

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whumpshaped · 1 year ago

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Something specific I‘d love to see from the perspective of your writing is a ex-heavily conditioned whumpee‘s pov of being caretaked when their are too delirious to realize their it’s not their master it’s their friend (caretaker)

tw sickfic, past trauma, past implied noncon, delirium, whumpee offering themself up, conditioned whumpee

"N-no, no, please, not tonight... n-not tonight... I won't be able to..." Whumpee trailed off, flinching when Master's hand brushed against their forehead.

"Won't be able to do what, sweetheart?" they asked softly, the pet name soothing their nerves a little.

"Please you," they muttered. "I don't think... I don't think I c-can–"

"Whumpee, what are you saying?"

Oh. Master was angry. Even in their half-conscious state, they scrambled to backtrack and correct themself. "N-nothing, nothing, you're right! You're right, I can take it, I can do– do whatever you want, and... and I'm nice and warm, at least–"

"Whumpee." Master cupped their cheeks, and Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed as they waited for either a hit of a forceful kiss. "Whumpee, darling, are you with me? Do you know who I am?"

Do you know who I am?

"Master, my master, my owner, my saviour, my god," they recited the words obediently without any thought, as they had done so many times before. "And as your lowly p-pet, I take anything you give me with endless... endless gratitude..."

"Oh, dear. You're so much sicker than I realised..."

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll do my best for you. I'm sorry I tried to get out of it."

Instead of more scolding, Master pulled back and away from them. They opened their eyes just in time to see them wipe away a tear, and their heart sank. What had they done? Had they done something wrong? Had they upset Master?

They tried to get up so they could grovel properly, but Master pushed them back down onto the bed. It didn't take much effort, really; they had already been weaker than them before the sickness, and doubly so now. Not to mention the way they'd been trained to go limp whenever Master wanted to manhandle them.

"You need to rest, sweetheart. Okay? That's all I ask of you."

Whumpee blinked, then nodded. How gracious. How merciful. Even though they'd been a horrible pet, already resisting and arguing before Master had even told them their intentions, they still found it in themself to forgive and let them sleep. "Thank you," they murmured. "Thank you, Master."

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#specifically w my writing?🥺🥺#u guys r so nice..#asks #whump #whump drabble #sickfic #past trauma #past implied noncon #delirium #whumpee offering themself up #recovery fic #conditioned whumpee

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dangerpronebuddie · 6 months ago

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Inspiration Saturday!!

Tagged by @wikiangela who is writing some adorable bucktommy fluff y'all should show some love!! 💚🩷

The photos we're getting for the next episodes have inspired a new WIP! (And my sister gave me a brilliant whump idea for the story too 😁). It also qualifies for the BTHB prompt: Severed Artery! I have the actual whump written, but I decided to share some of Buck's conversation with Helena, cause I don't know how I feel about the scene yet. Fair warning, Tommy is not portrayed in the very best light, so if you don't want to be tagged for this fic, I understand and I'll alter the taglist if need be 🥰:

“Where is Christopher?” Ramon asks before Helena could speak again. “He's at school,” Buck says. “I was planning on bringing him here as soon as he's out.” “We will get Christopher,” Helena declares. “As soon as we call the school, they'll understand.” “They already know the situation,” he assures her. “I um… called yesterday.” “You?” Helena frowns. Buck hums an affirmative. Trying to keep from falling apart while on the phone to Miss Townshend wasn’t an experience he ever wanted to go through again. “I would’ve thought Pepa would take charge,” Helena says to Ramon. “Evidently, she’s letting Buck lend a hand,” Ramon says. “Uh, actually, Eddie is letting me help,” Buck says, “has been for years.” “First I'm hearing of it,” Helena says with a challenging raise of her eyebrows. Eddie once described his mother like Katherine Hepburn's character in The Philadelphia Story. Cary Grant described her disapproving scowl as “the withering glance of the goddess.” The resemblance was uncanny. “Well, you haven't really been around,” Buck says with a wince, fighting the urge to hunch his shoulders around his ears. Tommy places a reassuring hand on his back, then squeezes the nape of his neck. “How would you know?” Helena asks. “I'm his best friend,” Buck says with a nervous chuckle. “And that gives you the right to take over while my son is incapacitated?” Buck takes a deep breath. “It does, actually.” “I beg your pardon?” She folds her arms, that withering glance never faltering. “It was Eddie's choice,” Buck says. “A few years ago, he chose me to act as Christopher's guardian should something like this happen.” "It doesn't stop us helping out," Helena persists. "I understand that," Buck says. "And I thank you for wanting to, but we have it handled." "Evan, he's their grandkid," Tommy points out.

"And he's my kid," Buck bites back with a disbelieving frown before whirling around to face the Diazes again. "I'm sorry, but Christopher stays with me."

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mj-iza-writer · 4 months ago

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Hello MJ!!! I love your work and i was wondering if you could do another part to the story where the whumpee and caretaker have the same scar? Maybe a prequel where we see what happened to the whumpee or caretaker? Whatever you choose I adore your writing and I hope you have endless inspiration and motivation forever and ever. 💫

https://www.tumblr.com/mj-iza-writer/754906910306762752/warning-swear-words-used-the-team-burst-through?source=share

I believe you should be able to find the original story there. Here is a background if not.

The story is a team whump story where Leader and the team bring an almost dead Whumpee to Caretaker, the teams medic. Caretaker right away sees similarities in Whumpee's wounds to someone from their past. While healing Whumpee, Leader and the team go out, hunt this person down, and kill them before they can strike again. This story goes into Caretaker's past.

I am so sorry this took so long to answer. Tumblr deleted the story the other day after I had worked on it for like three hours, so after crying my eyes out, I rewrote it... on my phone's notepad as I didn't want that to happen again. I always appreciate ask, and I thank you so much for the request.

The story.

Whumpee was gaining strength now. It had been a few weeks since their rescue.

Caretaker had worked hard to get them to this point.

"How about we attempt a real bath today?", Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee's makeshift hospital bed. A better option then the gurney they had laid on for the first two weeks.

"D-do you think I'll be able to do it?", Whumpee whispered.

"I guess we won't know unless we try", Caretaker smiled, "we can do a quick bath today. Maybe give your hair some attention", Caretaker looked over the clumped hair that still had dried mud from when they were found.

"I think I would like that" Whumpee nodded. Knowing they could use a good clean up.

"Alright I will go get your bath together, and I'll be back to get you", Caretaker stood.

Leader came in and found Whumpee leaning forward in their bed.

"Look at you", Leader smiled, "looks like you are getting stronger and better every day."

"Caretaker is going to give me a bath today", Whumpee whispered, "a-a real bath."

"Oh, that's going to be nice", Leader sat down next to Whumpee, "I take it that's where Caretaker is."

Whumpee nodded.

Leader looked around the room, "I wonder if Caretaker would need a hand", they looked at Whumpee, "would you be okay if I offered to help?"

"Yes that's fine", Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker came in just then and looked at Leader weirdly.

"Good morning, uh, I was just about to give Whumpee a bath. Did you need me for something?"

"No, no, just checking in", Leader smiled, "I was wondering if you'd like a hand though? Whumpee said they were alright with it."

"Actually, that would be helpful", Caretaker nodded, "I can have you work on their hair while I clean the rest of them up. We'll be able to get more cleaned in a little bit of time."

Leader carefully set Whumpee into the tub of warm water.

"Does everything feel alright?", Caretaker looked them over. The way Whumpee happily sunk into the water was enough of an answer.

"It feels so good", Whumpee moaned happily, "thankyou."

Caretaker knelt beside the tub, "yes, I remember my first bath after I escaped. It felt so good", they smiled.

Leader came around to other side of the tub and knelt down. They knew better than to ask questions about Caretaker's past.

"Alright Leader, get to cleaning", Caretaker smiled as they handed them a cup, "please remember we won't look clean right away. Whumpee's body will only let us get so far before they need to rest again. We just need to get enough off."

Leader nodded.

Whumpee stole glances at Caretaker. They looked to where that mark was hiding under his clothes. The one they had in common. The one that meant Caretaker knew exactly what had happened to Whumpee because it may have happened to him.

Whumpee then looked down where their mark was. A fresher wound right on their ribs, not as faded as Caretaker's was.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes Whumpee, are you okay?" Caretaker gave a concerned look.

"May I... may I uhm", Whumpee stuttered nervously.

"Whumpee you can say or ask anything you want", Caretaker gently rubbed their shoulder.

Whumpee nodded, "may I, uhm, know what they did to you?"

Leader stopped what they were doing but didn't look up.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked", Whumpee hurried when they saw Caretaker's jaw clench.

"No... uh.. it's fine", Caretaker looked at Whumpee shamefully, "I guess you have a right to know."

Caretaker started to gently clean Whumpee.

"Well I guess to start off, I was originally a doctor. That was my calling in life, it's what I always wanted to be, but they stole that from me", Caretaker frowned, "I was taken by them a little after I started working in the hospital."

Caretaker sighed, "after they found out what I was and what they could make me do", Caretaker paused to look at a wound on Whumpee's back, "they locked me in a room they called the operating room."

"They did things a little differently at first. They had several prisoners to play with. If they went too far, which was often, they would bring them to me. I was forced to heal their victims. I would be severely punished if I didn't.... if I lost someone."

Caretaker sighed, "many nights I cowarded away in the corner of the operating room. I was so scared that my door would be opened and another victim would be laid on my table. I'm still haunted by the faces or those people, buy their voices. Them begging me to just let them die. Them telling me I was just as bad as them. I was causing their suffering to be longer."

Caretaker's lip quivered, "I wanted to heal people, but not like that. I wanted to be appreciated for my work. To feel proud of my abilities, but instead, I heard yelling and pleading from people who wanted me to kill them. Cowering away from that person as their victim was dragged out kicking and screaming. Telling me that I was a horrible... person. What hurt worse was when I started to agree with them. I was a horrible p..person."

Caretaker looked up at Leader for a moment before continuing.

Leader felt their eyes but didn't dare look up.

"One night in particular, a victim was brought in. I had had them on my table before. They pleaded with me to let them die this time. They couldn't go on anymore. I remember looking deep into their eyes. I nodded. This was their only victim at the time. I knew my punishment would be especially bad if I failed."

"They came into my room a few hours later and saw the body. I was forced to take that victims place in the torture. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it", Caretaker chuckled lightly, "it gave me a boost of confidence."

"A few days later, I heard my door unlock. They came in and told me they were going hunting for a new victim since they didnt have any", Caretaker stopped for a second and looked lovingly at Whumpee, "I some how got them to come closer to me..... I stabbed them with a makeshift knife. I thought I killed them, unfortunately I guess I didn't."

"I ran", Caretaker looked up at Leader again, "I ran until I couldn't run anymore, then I collapsed. I prayed that I might die as well and be forgiven of my sins in the afterlife."

Caretaker smiled again as they wiped a tear, "thankfully someone found me. Someone who has a habit of finding injured people and bringing them here, and making them like a family. They didn't exactly have a medic back then. So I took care of my own wounds. Leader tried to help as much as they could."

"You said I did good at getting the supplies you needed", Leader finally spoke up.

"Yes you did", Caretaker nodded.

Caretaker sighed again, "I don't like talking about my past too often as I'm ashamed of it. I allowed people to suffer because I was too afraid to speak out and stand up against our captor. I was too afraid of them."

Whumpee looked deeply into Caretaker's eyes, "you were allowed to be afraid, you're human. I was terrified by them. I can see why you would have been as well. I'm sorry for what those people yelled at you and called you. You're my hero", Whumpee shook, "plus if it hadn't happened, you would not have met Leader and become part of this team. I could have died. It's unfortunate, but those hard times brought you to this family.

"Thankyou Whumpee I appreciate that", Caretaker smiled, another tear threatened to fall, "well, I think that just about does it for this bath, you are shaking a lot. I think your body is ready to rest again."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for telling me about that. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome", Caretaker smiled weakly.

Whumpee fell asleep a little after their bath.

Caretaker stepped outside on their office's balcony to get some air. Maybe cry a little more.

They were just about to lower to the ground when Leader came out carrying some drinks.

"Hey, sorry to bother you", Leader frowned, "I thought maybe you could use one of these after that. I know you don't like talking about that subject. Though I think it was good for Whumpee to hear it. Maybe they can see that being fully healed is possible after some time. I know I have a deeper respect for you than I already had. You're absolutely inspirational."

"I-I don't know about that, but Whumpee deserved to hear it", they looked down at the drink, "I'm not proud of that time of my life. Thanks for this."

"You're welcome", Leader took a drink of their own, "I agree with them though. If it wasn't for that, this team would have never made it. None of this would be possible."

Caretaker smiled weakly.

"I guess I know why you are able to fix just about anything I bring to you", Leader tried to lighten the mood.

"Yep, you still haven't given me anything compared to what I've dealt with. Except Whumpee, that was a hard one. Which is how I knew it was their work. It had to be at least."

Leader nodded, "for what it's worth. You are an amazing doctor, and I'm honored to have you on this team. I know this wasn't what you had planned for your life, but man, I appreciate you so much."

"Thanks", Caretaker smiled, "this isn't what I had planned, but I wouldn't change it for the world."

Leader grinned, "I'm glad."

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aruanimess · 2 months ago

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Hi Myrtle! For the fic ask game!

If you were to write an Aruani sick fic, how would that go??

Fanfic Author Never Have I Ever

Hello, Moon!

Hmm, that's a tough one because I don't really write whump (at least I don't think I do?). I think I'd use my unfamiliarity with the format to do something slightly unconventional. So here goes!

Annie is sick. She won't admit that she is, but it's fairly obvious. Her cheeks are red, her eyes are dull, her movements slow, and there's a steady flow of snot dripping from her nose. She's the epitome of sick.

Now, Armin - sweet, well-meaning Armin - wants to do what every good boyfriend would do in his place. He fluffs up her pillows, soaks washcloths in cold water to put on her forehead for the fever, buys flu medicine and a pack of tissues for her to go through; he even makes her soup. But here's the catch: Annie wants none of it.

It's not out of some latent notion that she's unworthy of care either. No, she got over that years ago. She simply wants to be left alone to wallow in her misery, to continue about her day with her ailments and suffer in silence. Chicken soup tastes like ass. Cold compresses make her skin feel clammy and oversensitive. The flu medicine makes her woosy. The tissues and the pillow thing are fine she supposes... Those she will accept.

But when Armin attempts to spoon-feed her? She snaps.

"I'm not a baby, it's just a cold."

Armin, who mistakenly thinks Annie is being uncooperative out of some misplaced martyr syndrome, tuts. "I never said you were a baby, but you're ill and you need care."

Annie huffs, "What I need is some peace and quiet."

And maybe Annie says this with a bit more heat than she intended, because Armin's face completely shatters. He's absolutely devastated. He lowers his eyes, murmurs an apology and scurries out of the room.

Annie curses herself for her rough manner, but she just can't deal with this right now, so she swallows down the remnants of her soup - one disgusting gulp at a time with pauses for breathing between mouthfuls since her nose is clogged - and falls back to her fluffed up pillows for a much needed shut-eye.

When she wakes up, Armin is already sitting on the side of the bed, looking sheepish.

"I overreacted," he says.

Annie sighs, her head is still aching and she’s really not ready for a conversation. "Yes, you did."

"I'm sorry. I'm worried about you. I know it doesn't make it right, but if I'm overbearing, I do it out of love."

She takes his hand and squeezes. "I know."

Armin smiles. "But you still need space?"

"But I still need space," she confirms.

He nods. "All right, I'm going to give you space. So much space you won't know what to do with it! You won't even notice I'm in the house."

Annie frowns. "That sounds… excessive."

But Armin only giggles and waves his hands at her. "I'm overstating it," he reassures, planting a kiss between her furrowed brows. "I'll get out of your hair now." As promised, he leaves and quietly shuts the door behind him.

And that''s how AruAni learned to respect each other's boundaries while also providing care and support to each other!

So yeah, that's how I'd do it!

#asks #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #ask games

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anyasathenaeum · 1 year ago

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congratulations on 100!!!! fr ur event- prompt 6 from the angst list, w/ character a as reader and character b as vash?

the man deffo feels like everyone he loves dies simply for the crime of knowing him, and a situation where reader is gravely injured/close to death for his sake? (wistful sigh) here at the angst mines we get paid in cold hard whump with a side o’ hurt/comfort !!

A/N: ANON, YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE - Angst is my favourite genre to write mwahahahahaha! I'm sorry Vash my love but here's some more trauma

"No! No, no, no! (Y/N), stay with me! Please, please, stay with me! Don't you leave, too! Don't you leave!"

The familiar, heartbroken voice you heard calling your name, begging and pleading with you to stay, felt so far away from you. The warmth of the person's arms, wrapped tightly around you as they clutched onto you for dear life, also felt so far away from you.

'What happened to me?' Was all you could think to yourself as you struggled to recollect the moments leading up to the present.

You vaguely remembered seeing one of the military police pointing their gun at Vash, and next thing you knew, you were on the ground, the world feeling muted and far away, your body feeling weirdly cold and numb as Vash screamed for you and held you in his arms.

"V-Vash..."

You managed to wheeze out his name, and Vash all but felt his heart breaking in his chest as he tugged you a bit closer to him, holding you in his lap.

With one arm around you and the other cupping the back of your head, Vash clutched onto you with desperation and fear, as if your life would slip away from him the moment he loosened his grip on you.

"(Y/N)! Oh, (Y/N), why did you do that?!" Vash cried, his hand coming up you cup your cheek in his palm, his watery eyes scanning your face as if anticipating some horrible sign of your death to appear there.

Instead, all Vash saw was your smile.

"I did it because you didn't deserve to be hurt again," You whispered out softly, looking up at Vash with all the fondness you could muster, your smile weak but unquestionably genuine.

"No!" Vash shook his head, refusing to hear of it as tears slipped down his face, "I'd rather have taken the bullet than watch you die to spare me, (Y/N)! You can't- you can't leave! Don't leave, (Y/N), please! God, this is all my fault!"

Vash's cries and sobs shook you as he held you close, his tears staining your skin as he buried his face into your neck. You just shushed him gently, reaching up slowly to run your fingers gently through Vash's blonde locks.

"Shhh, Vash, please... don't cry. It's not your fault. I did it to protect you," You comforted him softly, "I-I'll be okay."

You had no way to know if that last part was true, and you knew that Vash knew it too, but what you did know was that you would fight your hardest to stay by Vash's side, regardless of the pain you had to go through to achieve that.

"I-I need to get you some help," Vash sobbed softly, picking you up into his arms like you weighed nothing, "P-Please... don't go, (Y/N). Don't you go quietly. You fight, and you stay with me, okay? Please, (Y/N), please..."

As Vash ran with you in his arms, with your life ticking away slowly and his heart breaking into a thousand pieces, all he could do was pray as he ran to find help.

'Save them. God, please, save (Y/N). Don't let me lose them, too. I love them. Please. Save them.'

#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader

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pixelatedraindrops · 9 months ago

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 months ago

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future friends 1/2

james 'logan' howlett

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part two

shes not edited so sorry in advance lol

im mad i cant write whump for this man so have some angst instead. because if we cant help heal outside wounds maybe we can help heal inside wounds

song: i lie to me by as it is

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i sat across from rogue as we ate our lunch, quietly munching to myself. neither of us had spoken yet but she knew i always needed a minute when getting together with someone. it was the nature of my powers. i could see everyone's past just from being near them and though hers wasnt as hard to watch as some others she understood it was exhausting. she made that mistake once, touching me to experience it for just a moment. she ended up crying hysterically and i felt so bad because i couldnt even hug her to console her.

"Hey have you gotten a chance to talk to Logan yet?"

I raised a brow as I looked over at her, her pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You know the professor told me not to."

She nodded a few times, popping a grape into her mouth.

"And why are we still listening?"

She questioned and I laughed, wiping my mouth on my napkin.

"He said that I need to keep my distance until he finds his place here. You know we aren't supposed to use our powers on each other."

She looked at me with a stupid look on her face.

"Is it really using your power on him if you can't help it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've already read him. Every time he gets close actually. Every class I have with him. His life flashes before my eyes and I have to pretend I don't know everything about him."

She frowned and ate another grape.

"Logan deserves to know about his past. And you're the only one that can give that to him now that jean and the professor are dead."

I sighed and looked down at my half eaten sandwich. all i would have to do is touch him, then i could show him too.

"I guess I'll talk to storm about it. See if she has anything to say. She's the dean now after all."

she sent me another disapproving look before bobby came in and sat with us. i frowned, reading him quickly, before going back to my sandwich.

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I knocked slowly on her office door, the wood creaking slowly. I could hear storm talking quietly to someone and suddenly my mind was flooded with his life again. His childhood, scraping his knee falling off his bike and it healing slowly. He freaked out but got up and kept riding. He never told his parents. Then his wife came into view, their wedding, her death. Then came him volunteering for strikers project. I could feel the ache in my chest as I felt all his pain. The cold rushing through my veins as he streaked butt naked through the Canadian wilderness trying to escape.

"Come in."

Shook me of my thoughts and I pushed the door open, seeing ororo and Logan talking. He was sat against her desk, legs crossed and cigar in his mouth. I panned the room to her standing in front of the TV, remote in hand. I could hear the electricity like she had just turned it off.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise."

I swallowed hard and looked from her to him. He had his brows drawn and I could tell he was trying to place me. Even in the two classes I had with him I was easy to ignore. I kept quiet. Answered questions when prompted. But ultimately stayed out of sight.

"storm I was wondering if I could ask you something but it's a private matter so I might come back."

I tried to suppress her time line, blinking away the hot African sun of her childhood.

"No need. I was just going."

Logan said sternly, pushing himself off the desk.

"We'll talk about this later."

She directed at him and he gave a tight lip smile, closing the door behind him. She looked back at me, placing the TV remote on the end table to her left.

"I have a feeling I know what this is about."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"I don't want to disobey professor Xavier -"

She held her hand up.

"You can't tell him."

I watched her, defeated as she paced to the desk.

"He deserves to know. Something. Anything. That he was married, he volunteered for experiment x, anything from his childhood."

She shook her head as she sat down.

"You know why that's a bad idea. We've already been over this after the fight at alkali lake."

I sighed and slumped down into the chair across from her.

"His time line is so intense storm. I can ignore most people's but they aren't as long or traumatizing as his. He's two, three, times as old as everyone here. Except myself."

A sad expression fell over her face as she folded her hands on the desk.

"He knows what happened with striker. We need to leave it at that. Until he finds something else out naturally."

I clenched my jaw and stood up.

"I can't keep hiding the truth from him ororo. And eventually he'll realize that I don't age either which will raise questions about my mutation. Then what am I supposed to say?"

She inhaled deeply.

"Y/n you are older than even the professor. You are the one that denied the position to teach-"

"Because I look like any other student!"

I interjected and she looked at me sternly.

"But if you are going to act like a child then you are going to be treated like one."

I scoffed and headed for the door.

"If the position reopens let me know. Teachers seem to be dropping like flies around here."

I pushed the door open harshly, it slamming behind me as I walked out of the office. There was a part of me that understands but I can't believe she is against me on this. He has found his place here. And I can't keep up with this. It's so much harder to keep people's time lines out of my head when they don't know I know.

Like rogue. I told her shortly after I met her. Even though it was after she took the "cure" from the Worthington corporation. She introduced herself in the same span it took me to see her time line. Bobby was there to help explain my powers to her but I haven't had to watch her find her powers since then. Same with him. And everyone else I've talked to on this campus. just small pieces of their childhood or finding their significant other.

but logan wasn't like everyone else. he was complicated. and so was i. but now, also, i was mad. i walked quickly down the hall, passed the dining room and kitchen to the elevator. if i couldnt get his frustrations out of my brain by telling him then i might as well work them out. i hit the down button and tapped my foot as i waited. when the door opened i strode down the hall to the danger-room.

i walked in slowly, the lights turning on and the control panel popping open. i quickly selected a series of test and waited for the room to start changing. i watched as sky scrapers appeared in the distance, small shops coming into view as well. then cars and people. then i saw a plane ahead, watching in shock as it crashed down in front of me. then all these creatures started climbing off of it, pieces of the plan in their unsightly jaws as it burned under them.

i moved quickly, running forward and dodging the creatures as they came at me hissing through bloody teeth. i pulled on the torn metal, making and opening and helping some civilians out of the plane as it burned. i looked up, seeing one of the creatures charging back at me. i grabbed a piece off the top of the plane and swung myself towards it kicking it square in the face and knocking back down to the ground.

i checked to make sure that the people on the ground were helping the others out of the burning plane before turning to fight another creature as it came at me. i struck it, pushing it away from me before lunging at another one. when the rest finally realized i was there they came in waves, attacking me. i fought back as hard as i could and for once thats all i had to focus on. then one of them knocked me down. as i tried to get up another lunged on top of me, pinning me down to the roof of the plane. i grunted and and tried to keep it away from me, its teeth gnashing and slobbery in my face.

then from out of nowhere i heard a yell and the sound of metal. i looked over to see logan shoving his long claws into the side of the creature. i watched him, his past flooding through my brain as he attacked the others as they came at us. i breathed deeply, stumbling to my feet and putting my back to his. we fought together until they were all gone, going to get the few stragglers out of the plane that hadnt made it out yet.

then he moved to help me down, taking my hand in his and pausing as i hit the ground. my eyes went wide as a tear slid down his cheek. shit. i had transferred his memories without even meaning to. all i had to do was touch him. usually i had my gloves on when we went in the danger-room but i didnt put my suit on first.

"i had a wife."

he said quietly, side eying me. i held my breath, holding onto his hand still as the simulation dissipated around us.

"i had a brother."

he laughed, really looking at me now. i took my hand out of his and held them both together in front of me.

"im sorry logan, this isnt how i wanted you to find out."

he drew his brows.

"have you known this whole time?"

i could feel tears stinging as i nodded.

"thats my curse to hold."

he shook his head, looking angry before walking off.

"logan wait!"

i called after him and he held his hand up.

"kid. just dont."

#wattpad #x reader #imagines #one shots #the wolverine #marvel #james howlett #james logan howlett #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #logan x reader #350

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moons-cozy-corner · 6 months ago

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Rescued Pt. 6

Look guys I KNOWWW its been FOREVER but pls tell me you haven't lost interest because I have finally written a part 6 to this series. I've been spectacularly busy, I'm in college for English and get to write constantly, however none of it is fiction ESPECIALLY not whump :(, so unfortunately this account has been on the backburner. HOWEVER here we are, and please enjoy.

And while I cannot promise consistent writing on this blog, I will TRY (at least after my finals are over because holy hell they are killing me fr guys help) but I have a lot in the works, drafts are overflowing.

Content Warning: Fire, flashing lights, panic, brainwashing, mentions of torture and manipulation, kidnapping

Part 5

Lights are flashing all around Pet. They must have passed out, but now Hero was gone. It could smell smoke, and part of it was yelling to run, to find Hero, to save itself. Save yourself, Villain. But he was frozen. It was frozen and couldn't move an inch as smoke snaked in from under the door.

His heart shook in his chest, and the cold he felt moments ago was replaced my a terrible heat.

Then the door opened, and smoke billowed into the room, attacking his face. "Her- Hero?"

Harsh red and orange shapes outlined the figure in the doorway, but the voice was still all clear. "No, Pet. I've come to take you home."

Villains eyes opened wider than they had since they were rescued. They crawled forward on their knees towards Whumper and bowed down their head.

“Thank you, Master. For coming back for me. I- I tried to do well without your guidance.”

Whumper smiles down at their pet. "You did a terrible job, Pet. I'm disappointed in you, truly." They watch as it practically deflates, its shoulders sink down and they quake.

"I understand. I'm... I am sorry I disappointed you, Master. I'll accept any punishment gratefully. Please, take me home."

Master grabbed the back of its shirt and lifted it to its feet, rather roughly. It had only been a few days, a few blurry days. Somehow, returning to his reality brought him countless dread, but it shook the feeling away.

The smoke got worse in the hallway. It was blinding, but Master led them through the cloud easily, cutting through the smoke like butter. Pet could do nothing but follow, their legs dragging below them as they tried to keep up.

Coughing emerged from somewhere in the room, somewhere Pet couldn't see. "S-supervillain, stop this-!" Whumper growled, stopping in their tracks. They stomped the ground in front of them, eliciting a gasp from the silhouette on the ground. From Hero.

Villain's heart crumbled as they were dragged forth again, their eyes lingering on Hero's quivering form before it disappeared into the smoke. He didn't dare say anything. But Hero did, yelling out at them as they reached the door. "I will find you, Villain! I will find you aga-". A coughing fit overtook him. The crackling of fire filled Pets ears, clutching onto his masters hand for guidance as they reached a door, an exit to the terrible black cloud that was Hero's office. The whole

Organization building was catching fire, and Pet couldn't help but look on in awe. "Get in the car," Master growled. Hero had called them Supervillain... Pet remembers that name from somewhere long ago. Not that it matters, not as they get into the back seat of Master's car, covered in a blanket as they huddle up on the floor.

It was a long drive, longer than Pet expected. It couldn't complain, though. It would finally get to go home. The car was quiet aside from its breathing and the gently humming of the motor. It was peaceful, and the longer it sat there the more guilt it felt for ever crying, moving, speaking, thinking of being happy when not with his master. The more it remembered how much it loved his master.

The car stopped only after what felt like hours, the vibrating of the motor shutting off, the door slamming gently as Master stepped out of the car, coming to retrieve their pet, who remained still and perfect under the blanket.

"Get up, Pet."

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"We're home."

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 4 months ago

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Whumperless Whump Event - Day 5

It turns out that over a decade of horrific electrocution as punishment might make your heart a little bit funky!

TWs: mentions of torture, heart problems, descriptions of missed heartbeats

Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Dread flooded Laredo as a familiar ache ripped through his chest. "Hang on--sorry." He leaned back in his chair, the sounds of his teammates still coming in clearly through his headphones. The relaxed music drifted under it all, the pops of distant gunshots telling Laredo that the match was still going on.

Laredo took a slow, deep breath, one hand raising to his own throat. Every few beats, his heart would miss a contraction. His head started to spin, and he forced himself to close his eyes and relax. This was fine. This just happened sometimes.

It just wasn't ideal to happen during one of his livestreams.

R u ok?

What's happening?

Why does he look like that

When Laredo opened his eyes again, he saw his chat flooded with similar messages. He smiled, and watched himself on screen follow suit. He was too pale, and the smile was weak. "Hey--I'm okay, this just happens sometimes."

His character died, killed in one shot because he was just standing there out in the open.

The match was almost over anyway, it didn't matter. He felt his own unsteady pulse continue, another wave of deep fear rolling through him. It would pass.

Is this because of that torture shit?

What?

Bro wat

Laredo laughed. It sounded breathless. "Yeah, actually, it's...we're going to the lobby anyway. I can talk about it."

He reached for his water bottle and took a long drink, feeling the wave finally start to pass. He looked just a little less pale when he sat up straighter again. "So I really hate being electrocuted, y'know, like most people. But it was the thing that got under my skin the most, so whenever I'd fuck up, my boss would haul me into the torture room--I've told you guys about that, and zap me."

What

WHAT

Oh my god that wasn't a bit?????

Fr???????

He's fucking with us there's no way

No look it up he has like the whole court case linked in his bio

"Yeah, it was pretty fucked up. But it happened, and over the years my heart just started to get weird. Sometimes I get these spells where it gets off rhythm." Laredo shrugged and reached for his phone. "My doctor wants me to write down whenever it happens and how long it lasts, and stuff."

It didn't take long to add the newest situation to his document. "I'll let my medic boyfriend know too, one sec. He gets mad if I don't tell him when this happenes." He laughed, before taking another sip of water. "I'll just skip the caffeine for a few days."

O he's fr fr

I thought torture was illegal though

idk still looked sorta fake

guys just read the court case omg

hi youtube hi

"Here, let's give my heart a break. Who wants to see the landscaping ideas I've got for my Animal Island layout? Wild Bluu was at my port yesterday, and he had some sick statues that I was waiting on."

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#whumperless whump event #day 5 #light-headed #lightheaded #laredo #heart issues /#torture mention #aftermath whump #aftermath of whump

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whumpofalltime · 1 year ago

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whump of all time

SEMIFINALS!

Find links and propaganda under the cut. Quarterfinalist and later match-ups are untagged, so your votes and reblogs matter!

Once Upon A Time:

(gifset 1, gifset 2)

"There's blood, wounds, captivity, bondage, a slow-dipping-mechanism, a big rescue, and excellent acting by Colin O'Donoghue - who delivers the tiniest whimper and the most delectable of trembles for our whump-loving eyes to devour!" ~ @killian-whump

"[...] Killian was BROKEN. Absolutely and heart-wrenchingly devastated. He was tortured within an inch of his life (… or death, I guess) and practically left to slowly drop into a pit of eternal despair.

Killian was not easy to break. He would get injured and get back up with a sneer and an "I'm alright love you should see the other guy".

But to reach that point? The point of telling Emma she should have kept herself safe instead of saving him from this torment, to hold on to her like she was his lifeline, to SMILE that small smile from the first bit of hope he'd gotten since he ended up there?

The relief upon watching this episode for the first time was visceral. For two episodes we knew Hook was being tortured, we saw him try and fail to limp to safety, we saw his resolve and defiance desperately hold on, we saw him accept his fate, we saw him preferring to be tortured further than hurt his friends… And then he got saved! And he had no witty comeback, no effort to hide his pain. He just fucking collapsed in the arms of his beloved, of his saviour, and held on for a moment to realize that it was real, she was there, he was finally safe.

Add to that some amazing, jaw-dropping, emotional acting by Colin O'Donoghue, how can you get any better than that?

Anyway vote for ouat. Because this whole torture mini arc existing is probably what caused a chain reaction of me understanding and accepting I love whump, so. I wouldn't be here torturing blorbos if it weren't for it 🤣" @piracytheorist

"god tier acting" ~ @caliburn-the-sword

The Young Blood Chronicles (Save Rock and Roll's music videos, Fall Out Boy):

(link)

"Everyone gets bloodied, bruised, beaten up, tortured, rescued, limbs are amputated - it's brutal. Alone Together is particularly strong."

(note: i'm going in the original release order over the uncut order, hence why i'm starting with MSKWYDITD instead of The Phoenix)

SORRY. LISTEN TO FALL OUT BOY. thanks for letting me rant.

#extremely long propaganda on this one #semifinals

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definitelynotshouting · 6 months ago

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So I just started playing In Stars and Time because I got curious about the sad little blorbo you occasionally post about and afshdjdkrn

I just. Wanna hug them. So badly 😭

Siffrin isat my everything my cinnamon fucking apple WKDNWKDNEKEKSK HE IS SOOOOO SQUISHABLE...... THEY NEED A HUG SO BAD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Incredibly pleased im helping spread the isat propaganda like the dev rlly just Made a whump fic in video game format huh....... for tumblr girlies by a tumblr girlie.... my gods we respect the grind as if i could EVER be normal abt that

I'll be so real ive already written little tidbits for a longer au oneshot i want to write in between chapters of hunger au, and the exercise in 2nd person pov is SO MUCH FUN im enjoying myself immensely :] here, a snippet for both fun and profit (and more fun):

"Siffrin...." Odile says, and it strikes a sour chord, a ripple of dissonance that screws rivets around your chest and tightens. She shouldn't have to say your name like that, with that kind of weight— as if all the Craft in the world isn't enough to carry it. Pure reflex ducks your chin into the collar of your cloak; you avert your gaze back to the rubble-littered floor of the tunnel, tracing dark crags in the stone where sputtering torchlight fails to reach. There you go again, stardust. Loop's voice is an ephemeral echo in your ears, a byproduct of months, years worth of past loops gone by. It isn't real. Gone and made yourself another person's problem. It isn't real. "— need you to start taking this more seriously." Odile bites out each word with the same deportment of a dog tearing off chunks of meat, clipped and cutting. Her brows knit together, mouth pulling down in a sharp curve; the lines around her eyes are tight, carved from the knife's edge of her own disappointment. Her disappointment in you. You almost miss the next sentence as well. "I have no way of helping you if you don't speak to me," she says. "And when you minimize these things you went through— you realize that's going back on your word, yes? Gems alive, Siffrin. We want to help." You speak before your mind has caught up with your mouth, hundreds of loops sanding down the words into something practiced, rote. "But there's nothing to help me w—" "Stop lying to me." Odile snaps, and your jaw shuts so fast you miss biting your tongue by a mere hair's-breadth. Your lungs threaten to buckle— inhale. Exhale. Come on, stardust, Loop's imaginary voice sneers, can't you do something as simple as breathe? Or are you just that blinding useless? ... Shut up. Odile's eyes slip shut. She raises a hand to meet them, kneading at the soft skin between her brows. "I'm... sorry, Siffrin," she says, halting, stilted. "I shouldn't— that wasn't productive. I apologize." Tentatively, you say: "You don't have to." "Yes, I do." Odile straightens once again, tucking a strand of sweat-slicked hair back behind her ear with a grimace. "It's not... conversations like these are... hard. Yelling is pointless for both of us. I'm sorry." "But you didn't—" "Siffrin," she says, and this time the syllables of your name twist, a rise and fall that cracks wryly in the middle. One sharp eyebrow arches up into the canopy of her hairline. "You're supposed to say you accept the apology." You stare. She stares right back. Oh. She's serious. "I..." you look down. "Um. Accept?" "Excellent," Odile says brusquely, and bends to peer at an invisible speck of dirt clinging to her forearm. She brushes at it with absent, studious flicks, the epitome of single-minded focus. "Then now we can move on with our lives."

#shouting speaks #asks #isat #isat siffrin #siffrin #odile #isat odile #isat spoilers #SORT OF. I DONT THINK THEYRE EGREGIOUS BUT IM TAGGING JUST IN CASE #isat fic #yuor honor. im kinda insane abt the odile and siffrin relationship i wont lie #they are SOOOOOO.. THEY JUST DO COCOMELON SHIT TO MY HEAD OKAY I ADORE THEM #love meemaw's pride issues quite frankly. odile i love u..... i love how ur so bad at emotions but my gods u try #i could go on and on abt how i think she feels incredibly responsible for what happens to the party #if i get my way this fic is gonna be like a 20k character and relationship study between the two of them SJDBSJDNJSDJDJ #my snippets #txt

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year ago

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Whump Prompt #1304

@broken-lycan asked:

Hi I wanted to ask if you have prompts for emotional whump with two characters who saved each other's lives and are close friends? Perhaps with some injury caretaking like changing bandages or something like that? I really want to write something for two specific characters but am lacking ideas (even with whumptober coming up believe it or not) xD

Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! Your blog is such a good inspiration :D

Thank you for the kind words! So sorry this was pushed back due to my WT schedule, I hope you have a fun time!

I can give it a go:

"Why do you always do this?" / "Because you're always getting into trouble." - This could be seen in two ways: this could be the caretaker questioning why the whumpee gets into trouble, or the whumpee asking the caretaker why they always patch them up.

"I owe you one." / "You could start by not being so stupid."

"Is this the shirt I got you for your birthday?" / "Yeah... to be fair, I wasn't expecting [this injury] to happen."

"I can't believe you took that hit for me." / "It was your round the next time we're at the bar. Can't pass up that opportunity..."

"Does it hurt?" / "Not as much as my ego." / "[B], Be serious..." / "Of course it hurts, but it's easier to get it over with. I knew what I signed up for."

"I'll keep watch - don't argue - you're just gonna be stuck with me for a while." / "Wouldn't have it any other way."

"Would you sit still?" / "You sound like my mother." / "Hey, show [B's mothers name] some respect!" / "It disturbs me how close the two of you are." / "You don't call her enough. I'll be over for Christmas dinner."

"I should become a nurse with how much I have to do this. I get plenty of practice with you." / "Admit it, you'd miss patching me up." / "Let me get back to you on that one."

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #friendship #friend dynamics #patching eachother up #dialogue prompts #injury #worry #comfort #angst #comedic whump

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montammil · 6 months ago

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Forever Be Mine, part 2

Masterlist found here!

Part 3 is when we really get the ball rolling on the whump stuff, so I'm pretty excited for that! Since I've been pretty burnt out on writing, this has been getting me back into it lol.

CW: Yandere whumper, kidnapping, restrained, noncon touching (nothing sexual but still creepy), patronizing behavior(?), drugging mention, food

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Sawyer woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous, his body aching as if he had been hit by a train. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim lighting. His surroundings were unfamiliar to him. He tried to move his hands to sit up, but couldn't. There was a slight burning sensation on his wrists as he struggled against the rope binding his hands together above his head.

He took a moment to assess his surroundings. He was lying on a bed with red silk sheets and pillows.

There were no windows in the room, making it impossible for him to tell if it was day or night outside. The only source of light came from a lamp on the nightstand beside the bed.

A sense of dread washed over Sawyer as he realized he didn't know where he was or how he got there. The last thing he could remember was getting a few drinks at the bar after work, then heading home.

Had he been kidnapped? A million thoughts raced through his head as he tried to recall anything else that might help him figure out what happened.

"Good morning, my love," a familiar voice spoke.

Sawyer froze in horror. He knew that voice. His breathing quickened, panic seizing control of his body.

Rowan came into view and smiled sweetly at him. His heart sank when he saw his face. Rowan's hand reached out towards him and gently caressed his cheek. Sawyer flinched at the touch, wanting nothing more than to pull away from it.

But he couldn't move his body enough to do so. He felt paralyzed with fear, his throat closing up as if he couldn't breathe.

"It's okay," Rowan assured him softly. "I've got you."

The man before him leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling back and admiring his expression. Sawyer clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to show any emotion, but he felt tears pooling in his eyes anyway.

"What do you want from me? I'm broke, I don't have any money." Sawyer managed to choke out.

Rowan shook his head and gave an amused smile. "Silly, I don't want your money." He brushed a lock of hair behind Sawyer's ear. "I just want you."

Sawyer stared at him in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. "Listen... um, Owen--"

"Rowan."

"R-Rowan," Sawyer corrected himself nervously, "I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry about whatever it is. If you let me go, I won't tell anyone about this."

Rowan sighed. "You poor thing, I'm not angry at you at all. Look around you. You're in a nice, soft bed, wearing comfy clothes. Does this look like some sort of ransom or revenge kidnapping to you? I could've put you in the basement, but you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not cruel. I just want you safe and sound."

"Then why am I tied up?"

"So you don't hurt yourself trying to get out of here," Rowan replied calmly. "The ropes are temporary, my love."

Sawyer shuddered at the pet name. His tone was deceptively sweet and gentle. Like a trap he'd fall right into. It unnerved him deeply. He continued to struggle against the rope, ignoring how it dug into his skin painfully. Rowan frowned at his resistance, placing a hand over his chest and holding him still. Sawyer's heart pounded wildly beneath his palm.

"Don't." Rowan's voice dropped dangerously low. "If you keep fighting me, I'll have to put you in the basement. And I don't want that."

He swallowed hard and stopped moving for a moment, weighing his options carefully. He didn't want to be put in the basement, whatever that entailed. It probably wasn't anything good.

"Now then, aren't you hungry? You must be starving." Rowan stood up and walked out of the room, then returned with a plate of food a few minutes later.

It smelled good, but Sawyer felt too nauseous to even think about food right now. Rowan sat down on the bed again and began to feed him with a fork. Sawyer reluctantly ate, the food tasting surprisingly good despite his circumstances.

"Do you like it? I learnt how to make pad thai just for you! Much better than that instant stuff, hm?"

Sawyer found himself thinking of a way to escape. For now, playing nice seemed to be the best way to go, even if every fiber of his being told him that this was wrong. Rowan was definitely crazy. He must've been watching him for a while if he knew his taste in food.

After years of putting on a fake persona for others' approval and entertainment, Sawyer was a master at acting. This would just be another performance.

"Thank you," Sawyer whispered, glancing up at Rowan through his eyelashes. He could tell immediately that Rowan was eating up his act and the display of submission. Good, at least he was on the right track then. Maybe he'd have a chance at escaping from this madman after all. He let out a weak cough and shifted as much as the ropes would allow. "Um, my throat hurts a bit, can I have some water?"

Rowan stood up and disappeared from the room once more. Sawyer took the chance to test his restraints again. But as expected, he was still too weak to loosen them at all. He didn't know he was capable of acting this calm, but his mind was all over the place.

It was probably from how surreal this all felt. Like he was in some kind of nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Sawyer wished that were the case.

He returned with a glass of water and held it up to Sawyer's lips. The singer gulped down the cold liquid gratefully, his throat feeling immensely relieved as soon as it hit his tongue.

He thought briefly about Rowan drugging it, but he was already bound and helpless. If Rowan wanted to do something to him, he had the opportunity to do so without the need to drug him.

When Sawyer had drank about half of the glass, Rowan pulled it away and set it back on the nightstand. He sat down next to him again and began to stroke his hair. Sawyer forced himself to stay still, not wanting to anger him again.

He stared at him warily, trying to get a read on his emotions. But Rowan just smiled softly at him and ran his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"Why?" Sawyer blurted.

"Hm? Why what?" Rowan raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

Sawyer looked away from him and sighed deeply, trying to come up with the right words to say without pissing him off. "Why do this? And why me?"

"Because I love you, obviously." Rowan twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. "I've watched you for a while now. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner, Sawyer. It kills me that nobody appreciates you like they should, that you're lonely because this world is just too cruel." His expression softened and he cupped Sawyer's cheek in his hand. "I used to be in the same situation, but I don't have to be anymore. Neither do you."

At that moment, Sawyer didn't even think about his next words. "Well apparently unlike you, I choose to be alone."

Rowan's smile wavered. "You didn't choose to be lonely," he countered. "Nobody chooses to be lonely."

Sawyer opened his mouth to argue again, but decided against it. He couldn't win an argument against someone who wasn't even capable of thinking rationally. Arguing would just make Rowan mad, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

Instead, he decided to change the subject entirely.

"People will wonder where I am." Sawyer glanced at him again, gauging his reaction to see if he was safe to continue speaking. Rowan stayed silent, so he assumed it was okay to keep going. "I have shows at Indigo every Friday night, you know."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Rowan said dismissively. "All your relatives and so-called friends have already been informed that you're not available anymore." He reached into his own pocket and held up Sawyer's phone, "They think you've just ran away to pursue the life of your dreams. Since no one knows you that well--besides me, of course--they all believed it immediately. Most of them didn't even reply."

Sawyer could feel tears building up in his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall. "You don't know me."

Rowan shook his head and looked down at him with pity in his eyes. "But I do, Sawyer," he insisted. "I've seen you come home every night after work, turning on a romantic movie and curling up with a blanket on your couch. I've seen you dance alone in your living room with tears in your eyes, wishing you had someone to hold you in their arms." His voice became tender, almost loving. "I know you know how to play the violin and the trumpet, that you own a collection of vintage records, and that you tattoo right... here."

He placed a hand on his left shoulder, pushing up the sleeve to show a cute black cat playing a trombone. Sawyer flushed in embarrassment.

"I got that while drunk," he mumbled in his defense.

Rowan hummed in acknowledgment and began tracing circles on the tattoo with his fingertip. Sawyer shuddered at the sensation, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin. He hated that he was already so sensitive to the lightest touches from Rowan.

"You're a real romantic at heart," Rowan continued. "You crave intimacy but you're too scared to reach out for it, so you turn to fictional romance movies or books instead of seeking it out for yourself." He sighed wistfully, looking at him with fondness in his eyes. "You don't need those anymore though. I'll give you everything you need now, Sawyer."

Sawyer wanted to disappear into the bedsheets beneath him. Everything Rowan had said was true, but hearing him say it out loud felt humiliating. He wasn't used to feeling so out of control.

He reminded himself pretending to give in would be the best way to regain control. But each time Rowan spoke, it got even harder to keep his act up.

"Fictional relationships are a lot more easy than actual ones," Sawyer spoke haltingly. "I don't have to deal with the potential heartbreak that way. It's easier to escape into a book than get caught up in reality."

He wasn't lying. Normally he would take that knowledge to the grave with him, but this guy seemed to know enough about him, it didn't really matter what else he knew at this point, he figured.

Rowan's eyes lit up with understanding. "That's why we're meant to be! I'd never do anything to break your heart. We could be just like the couples from those romantic movies you like so much!"

The desperation in his voice was almost amusing.

Sawyer let out a soft chuckle, playing up the timid card again. He had no other option at this point. "Are you sure about that? You've already kidnapped me, tied me up... how long do you think it'll take before you get sick of me and throw me away?" He gave his best forlorn sigh. "Everyone always does."

"No!" Rowan exclaimed, his grip on Sawyer's arm tightening. "I'd never get sick of you! You're perfect!" He stroked his hair again, taking care not to hurt him as he did so. Sawyer could feel his heart rate increase under his touch, his pulse quickening.

His body was pressed against him, close enough for him to feel his warmth, the firm muscles underneath his clothes. He had to suppress the shiver that went down his spine. The last thing he needed was to give this creep any ideas.

Dread settled deep into his stomach at the thought of being touched by Rowan. The mere idea made his skin crawl.

But at least he was convincing him.

"I love how smooth and soothing your voice is... I love your beauty, and how passionate you are about your interests. And I love how you wear an outgoing front for others but underneath that... you're just the sweetest, most fragile little thing who needs love."

Sawyer had to fight the urge to headbutt this bastard. It sounded like Rowan had the biggest white knight complex and just wanted a damsel in distress.

"It makes me sick to see people treat you like dirt, taking you for granted just because you allow them to do so." Rowan caressed his cheek, "But now I've got you all to myself." The singer almost gagged at how he nuzzled him. "And I'll keep you safe from the world that tried to break you."

That was probably the biggest bullshit Sawyer had ever heard. He barely held back the urge to roll his eyes at Rowan's words. It was ridiculous how blinded this man was by love or whatever the fuck it was he saw in him.

Rowan pulled away from him and stood up. "I'd love to cuddle with you longer, but I still have things to do today." He picked up the empty plate from the nightstand and headed for the door, before pausing to smile back at the tied up man on his bed. "I love you."

Sawyer waited until he was gone before struggling against the ropes again, but to no avail. His wrists and ankles were aching and raw by now. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried his best to breathe evenly. Panicking wouldn't help him right now. He had to stay calm, or else he wouldn't be able to think rationally. If he struggled against the rope any longer, Rowan was right, he'd just hurt himself. So he bit back his stubbornness and sunk into the king bed's mattress and closed his eyes.

...

When he opened his eyes again, Rowan had an arm wrapped around him and a book in his hand.

Sawyer flinched at the closeness but couldn't bring himself to pull away from him. If he made the wrong move now, Rowan would realize that he had been faking compliance this entire time.

Rowan looked down at him. He had reading glasses on, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail. "You slept past lunch. I was going to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful."

He shut his book and set it down on the nightstand before wrapping both arms around Sawyer's waist and pulling him closer. The singer tried not to panic as he was spooned, hyperaware of how close their bodies were and how vulnerable he felt.

"What are you reading?" Sawyer asked in an attempt to distract him.

He grabbed the book and held it up for him to see. "I have a few copies of Wuthering Heights, it's one of my favorite books," he explained. Sawyer vaguely remembered that title being mentioned in one of his English classes in high school. He wasn't surprised that Rowan loved classics too. "Have you read it before?"

Sawyer shook his head.

"You should," Rowan suggested. "I can read it to you soon. Though it might take a while, it's a pretty long book." He kissed the side of his head. Sawyer shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about the fact that Rowan had just put his lips on him.

"What do you even do for work?" Sawyer asked. "Or, did? Do you have a job?"

Rowan grinned at him and pecked his cheek. "I work as an insurance agent!" His voice was filled with pride. "It's not exciting work, but it pays the bills." He went on to talk about what it entailed, like selling life insurance and health insurance policies to people. Sawyer half listened as he went on about different kinds of policies, how he did his job, and other little details that the singer couldn't care less about. It just made him feel tired again.

"Interesting," Sawyer said in a deadpan voice once Rowan finished talking. "Glad you like what you do."

The taller man rested his chin on his shoulder pulling Sawyer closer against him. "I love my job, but I love you more," he murmured. "I have plenty of vacation days saved up anyway, so I can take some time off."

He buried his face in the crook of Sawyer's neck and inhaled deeply. Sawyer was stiff as a board in his embrace.

Just a little longer, he reminded himself. He just needed to hold on for a little longer until he could find a way out of this hellhole.

#rowan oc #sawyer oc #intimate whumper #yandere whumper #whump #whump writing #creepy whumper #whump fic #possessive whumper #kidnapping whump #kidnapped whumpee #tw restraints #tw kidnapping #implied kidnapping #male whumper #male whumpee #captive whumpee #captivity #yandere whump

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