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Whumptember day 22

“I’m getting bored” Captive whumpee | New whumper | Electrocution

Content warning: pet whumpee

Whumpee was kneeling at Whumper’s feet again. They were in the same pose they always took; legs tucked beneath their body, palms flat against the floor, and head bowed so low that Whumper couldn’t see their eyes. They’d been in that position for nearly an hour now, and Whumper's back was starting to hurt just looking at them.

Whumper hadn’t asked them to do that. Whumpee did a lot of things Whumper never asked for, They always called Whumper master, never made a noise unless spoken to, always stood at the ready to serve. It'd been exciting at first, the thought of a perfectly obediant pet seemed fun. Now though, it was just a bit pathetic.

Whumper had been warned that buying a used pet meant accepting some quirks leftover from the previous owner. They'd seen those leftovers firsthand in the web of scars whipped into Whumpee's back.

Whumper stared at those scars now, and wondered which lash had been the one to break Whumpee. They didn't like the thought.

“You know, I said you could go anywhere around the house unless I call you. You don't have to kneel next to me all day.," Whumper finally spoke.

“Yes, master. Thank you very much,” was Whumpee’s reply. They did not move.

Whumper only sighed, annoyed. They didn’t know exactly what they were expecting when they bought Whumpee, but this perfect obedience wasn’t it. It didn't feel like talking to a human. And yes, Whumper knew they'd gotten what they asked for - you didn't buy a pet for them to act like a person after all - but still. It was like someone had scooped their will out entirely.

Whumper knew they could stop them. They could order Whumpee to go do something else, or punish them for always being so annoying. They could, but the thought no longer appealed to them. Whumpee was pathetic, obedient to a fault. Punishing someone who would thank them for the correction just didn’t have any appeal.

They looked down at Whumpee again, and suddenly decided they were sick of staring at their scarred back. Whumper stood, stretching. “Alright, I’m getting bored,” they glanced down at Whumpee, head still to the floor. Something like pity twinged in their chest. “Hey, look at me. You know how to play Mario Kart?”

Whumpee looked up at the command. They did not meet Whumper’s gaze. “No, master.”

Whumper headed towards the living room, knowing that Whumpee would follow them. “Guess I’m teaching you how then.”

[iwritewhump]

"I'm getting bored" + captive whumpee + new whumper

day 22 of @whumptember

276 words

warnings: captive whumpee, conditoned whumpee, implied torture

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Whumper pounds on the door and pushes it open, nearly hitting Whumpee with the door. “Time to wake up!” he shouts, “Ready to start the day?” 

Whumpee kneels in front of him with their head lowered, “Yes, sir.”

Whumper chuckles and puts his hand on Whumpee’s head, smoothing out their unruly curls and brushing it away from their eyes. His hand migrates down to Whumpee’s cheek and finds its place under their chin. 

He lifts Whumpee’s head and smiles, “You’re in for a surprise today, Whumpee.” 

“What is it?” They ask, already tense. 

Whumper smiles, “Can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” 

“Right,” they say, looking back at Whumper’s feet, “Sorry.” 

He hums and takes a step back, leaning out of the room, “You can come in now, I know how long you’ve been waiting.” 

Whumpee sneaks a look up and immediately regrets it, Whumper stares down at them, shaking his head, “I thought you were learning. I was getting bored.” 

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. I promise,” Whumpee stutters. “Please forgive me.” 

“Yeah, Whumper,” someone says. “Forgive them.” 

Whumpee can see her shoes. She’s standing next to Whumper and almost stepping on their fingers. 

“You can look now, dear,” she says. 

Slowly, Whumpee looks up. New Whumper smiles down at them, her expression unknown to them. She tilts her head and laughs, “They’re so tiny,” she says to Whumper, “How’d you find them?” 

Whumper rolls his eyes and turns to walk out of the room, “Play nice, I want to keep them a little longer.” 

The door slams and New Whumper leans against it to make sure it stays closed. “We’re gonna have fun.”

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 22

“I’m getting bored”

Captive whumpee | New whumper | Electrocution

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist

~1570 words

CW: thunderstorm whump, drowning, implied character deaths

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A clash of thunder rocked Youngest to their core, just as another wave slammed into the side of and under the sailing schooner, tilting Youngest off their feet and into the nearest wall. Then it righted itself again and tilted the other way just as hard, toppling them to the water-slicked floor with an angry shout, unable to find their footing as the raging storm outside continued to toss the ship this way and that.

Boisterous laughter sounded out even about the pounding rain. “You having a good time there, Youngest?” Crewmate shouted from their furiously swinging hammock, seemingly unfazed by the rocking. They lounged with their arms behind their head and half-lidded eyes twinkling at their newest crewmate’s struggles. 

Youngest’s hand finally found purchase on one of the wooden ribs of the ship. They clung to it with their hands and knees for dear life. “Just great!” 

More laughter from the various crewmates around the gallery. At least they were having a good time. A headache drove a spike through their brain and slight nausea rained a mist of dread over their consciousness. They attempted to stand again, but the floor under them rocked once more and Youngest toppled right into Carpenter's lap. A dark leaden tear streaked across the paper of their half-finished blueprint, accompanied by an “Oooh!” and some compassionate hissings and groans.

“Sorry, sorry!” Youngest yelled as they scrambled back to their feet once more.

Carpenter stared at their ruined drawing, mouth pressing into an unamused line. They let out a deep sigh through their teeth.

“Get your shit together, Youngest.” they huffed, somehow still audible over the pounding rain above and all around them. “This isn’t the last storm you’ll see out here, and it certainly won’t be the worst.”

"You're so rude!" Crewmate screamed good-naturedly from across the gallery. They fumbled in the hammock until their feet hit the floor and made their way expertly across the ever-tilting floor. "It's their first time, they haven't got their sea legs yet! And we all know what that means!"

The crewmembers within earshot looked at each other with pursed lips, and Crewmate settled their hands on either of Youngest’s shoulders, squeezing them lightly. Youngest only went tense when Carpenter raised their eyebrow at Crewmember; "Didn't we tell you to stop doing that hazing bullshit? You're gonna get someone killed."

"You're such a pessimist, Carpenter.” Crewmate groaned. “And I’m getting bored being all stuffed up down here. Come on, Youngest, let’s go get some fresh air." 

Crewmate stuck their tongue out at Carpenter as they steered Youngest around and guided them forward. Toward the staircase that ascended to the deck. They dug their heels into the world grain, and this time it was Crewmate's turn to stumble and almost crash to the floor.

"Crewmate, you can't be serious," Youngest shouted over yet another rumble as the other fell on their ass on the first step. "I'm not going up to the deck with a storm like this. Captain said it's dangerous."

A loud clap of thunder ravaged the gallery as if to accentuate Youngest's point.

"Aw, come on, Captain doesn't have to know!"

"You're missing the point, Crewmate!"

 "It'll be fine, Youngest, it'll help you get your sea legs." Crewmate popped back up off the floor and started making their way up toward the deck hatch. "It's tradition for a sailor's first storm!"

"It's not!" Carpenter called from their attempt at salvaging their blueprint. "And it's very stupid."

"Well, it worked for me!"

"And look how great that turned out."

"Nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh��" 

Crewmate unlocked the dinky mechanism holding the deck hatch in place, and the door slammed open, rain pouring into the gallery and howling winds displacing any stray papers that weren't nailed down. Carpenter cried out in justified annoyance.

"I'm goin' out, Youngest!" Crewmate yelled cheerfully from above them, ringed by a veritable downpour of water and lighting, soaking the inside of the staircase, Youngest, and the rest of the gallery by proxy.

They stepped one foot on the sleet-soaked deck.

Youngest ran up a few steps, reaching out toward Crewmate. “Don’t!”

They grinned at Youngest and lifted their other foot onto the deck.

“Crewmate, you’re gonna get killed!’

Crewmate rolled their eyes and walked carefully backward, disappearing from the view of the hatch entirely.

A bright white flashed from the hatch, accompanied by an immediate deafening boom that made Youngest slap their hands over their ears and several of the crew behind them snap their heads to the swinging open door. Youngest didn’t even have time to think before they bolted up on the deck to go after Crewmate.

Fat drops of frozen water and ice pelted into the skin hard enough to leave welts. Wind howled around them, ripping at their hair and clothes as if trying to dry their fabric in between the slaps of frigid rain. No noises existed above the roar of the wind and crackling of the hail hitting the deck, the hungry waves lapping up onto the deck and the white foam washing around their feet, threatening to send them screaming overboard.

Youngest scanned around. Where was Crewmate?

They didn’t– did they? They couldn’t have.

No…

The ship bucked starboard and lightning sliced through the sky not two seconds before a magnificent and deafening roar rocked Whumpee to their core.

They slipped. They fell toward the starboard dip. And they screamed, grasping for the swinging hatch, a handhold, a piece of rope, anything to stop their freefall.

Then a body swung into them, redirecting the very force of gravity with only a rope clutched in its fist, knotting and twisting up their arm. Their other arm grasped tightly across their chest and hugged them close to their warm body. Youngest shivered violently. They looked up to their savior's glowing face as the ship attempted to right itself once more and listed port.

“You alright, kid?” Crewmate shouted, bangs plastered to their forehead, voice barely even breaking Youngest’s ears over the whips of the storm. But they could lip-read well enough. They shook their head and clutched at Crewmate's body with all their might, burying their face into their arm.

They heard Crewmate shout something else under the pelting rain and rest their hand comfortingly on the back of their head for a moment. Yet another lighting bolt streaked across the sky, then another, then another, spiderwebbing across each other playfully before touching down in the nearby waters. A continuous roll of thunder enveloped Whumpee more wholly than Crewmate ever could. Crewmate moved their hand back down to securely grasp their waist, and Youngest kept holding on for dear life as they felt their savior shuffling the two of them back toward the door hatch along the radius of the rope they held onto. Youngest even found it in them to help shuffle along.

Then Crewmate’s fingers grasped tighter into Youngest freezing wet and shivering frame, pulling them painfully close into their own body. Their chest swelled and shuddered. A chill ran up Whumpee’s spine, different from the other chills of biting cold. A roaring shush fell over the sky behind them, and Crewmate screamed out their name in a blind panic. Youngest didn't even have to tear their gaze back to know what was coming for them. But they screwed their head around anyway.

There, swelling before them to impressive heights, almost dwarfing the very ship they stood on: 

A big fuck-off wave.

An eerie quiet enveloped them as if even the winds and rains stood in awe of its tidal majesty. Then Youngest screamed. Crewmate’s quickly joined theirs. Then the roar of thousands of tons of water swelling close joined the symphony. Then finally, the crushing weight fell upon the ship, and Youngest was wrenched unceremoniously out of Crewmate’s grip and swept under the railing, pulled screaming into the murky depths as the wave sucked them deeper and deeper, farther and farther down into the endless ocean.

They spun around aimlessly, thrashed around violently like a rag doll by the unforgiving black. Their body screamed in protest, though Youngest couldn’t even tell if they were fighting the crushing ink around them or if it was just their muscles crying out as they died from lack of oxygen and their lungs screamed for air. They breathed in water almost involuntarily, but some primal instinct told them they couldn’t so they just swallowed gallons of the stuff instead.

Then, somehow, they were spit back up to the surface. Air filled their thankfully waterless lungs as they coughed up into the air. A sudden whiteness zapped through their consciousness and lit up the world around them, night turned to day as their skin buzzed with the shock. CRACK! Their eardrums shocked straight past ringing and into a blindingly painful deafness that shot through their entire body. Then the depths decided on a rematch, and they were sucked back under once more. 

They tried to fight their way back up to the surface again. It wasn’t where they left it. They couldn’t see. Saltwater stung their eyes, their lungs, the weird new cuts webbing across their skin as panic took over the longer they couldn’t find the surface. They needed air. They needed it. Water filled their stomach. Water stung their lungs.

 A blinding light exploded soundlessly right above them, and they felt their entire body convulse. 

Then everything was nothing.

@whumptember

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Whumptember 2023 Masterlist

Since I'm mostly posting my fics on Ao3 now and only really cross-posting them here for BTHB, I've decided that a masterlist with links to my Ao3 works would be simpler for Whumptember 2023 (partly because I actually understand Ao3's tagging and warning system, which are crucial to the event). Also, since I'm combining Whumptember prompts with the remaining prompts from my BTHB card, I'll still post the fics fulfilling BTHB on Tumblr, but all of the remaining Whumptember fics will just be linked on this masterlist.

Here is a link to my Whumptember 2023 series on Ao3 that has more info about how I'm tackling this writing challenge. Links to individual fics are under the cut and will be updated as I post. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Day 1: The Hubris of Our Forefathers

Day 2*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 1

Day 3*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 1

Day 4: Blood of My Blood ch. 1

Day 5: One Foot In

Day 6: Blood of My Blood ch. 2

Day 7*: Blood of My Blood ch. 3

Day 8*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 2

Day 9*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 3

Day 10*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 2

Day 11*: Lavender Tea

Day 12*: Home and Bodies

Day 13*: Talking Ghosts

Day 14*: To Steal and Steel a Heart

Day 15*: Absence and Adhesion

Day 16*: When the Caught Fly Spins a Web of Its Own

Day 17: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 4

Day 18*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 5

Day 19: How to Play a Pair of Kings

Day 20: Empty Isn't Nothing

Day 21*: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 3

Day 22*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 6

Day 23*: Quicksand

Day 24: Living Metamorphosis

Day 25: Like an Answered Prayer ch. 4

Day 26*: Bury Us Together

Day 27*: Fading Visions of Grandeur

Day 28*: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 7

Day 29*: We Were Out of Time

Day 30: Between the Shoulder Blades ch. 8

*Days demarcated with an asterisk also fulfill my BTHB card prompts and can be found on Tumblr and Ao3

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Masterlist

Steve Rogers

Honey- [September 2nd, 2022]

I'm Coming for You [September 18th, 2022]

Look at Me [October 24th, 2022]

Dance Confessionals [February 24th, 2023]

Not-so-lazy Rainy Day [March 18th, 2023]

Accidental Snacker [April 20th, 2023]

Bucky Barnes

Rejected- [November 12th, 2022]

So this is Love [November 17th, 2022]

The Fighter [January 12th, 2023]

Silence [March 23rd, 2023]

Don't go revenging [March 29th, 2023]

Braid [May 15th, 2023]

The Milkman [September 22, 2023]

Steve Rogers

Christmas with the Captain- December 2022

Love and Hockey [On Hiatus]

Recipe for Love

Whumptember 2022

Flufftober 2022

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