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cpt-winters · 21 days

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What got you into whump?

Thanks for asking (: As most of us have, I've enjoyed whump for as long as I remember, but what led me here, to tumblr, and to making a blog, was seeing those little whump snippets people repost on Pinterest when I was looking for writing inspo.

There were a handful of really good posts I saw, but this blog in particular - @jump-in-the-whump was one of the main ones to pique my interest in the whump community and I'm certainly glad to be part of it now!

(Sorry for how long this took to post, I'm very sporadically active on here)

#not whump #answering asks

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cpt-winters · 2 months

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Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part 4/4 (Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Whumpee strained against the manacles, getting no closer to freedom as Whumper dragged the knife, his knife, across Leader's chest, trailing crimson behind the split the skin.

The mercenary paused, blood dripping from the blade's fine edge. "Tell me what I want to know and I'll stop."

"I'll kill you-" Whumpee snarled. "I'll fucking kill you!" He twisted at the bindings, growling as only his skin loosened. The metal squeaked in mockery, sturdily locked in place.

"Whumpee," Leader half-whispered, bloodied chest heaving up and down at the effort. "Stop. Please.."

Whumpee tore his gaze away, locking his jaw as the drill whirred up, focusing on anything else but the metal squelching into flesh. He bit back a wince, the corner of his eye stinging as his sergeant's screams melded with the screeching drill.

Whumper froze, the drill dying down as alarms blared outside the corridor. The mercenary took a step back, widened eyes flicking toward the barred door. He staggered back, releasing Whumpee's restraints as the door swung open.

Whumpee clawed at his captor's forearm as the other pulled his gun, dragging him to the wall.

"Put him down!" Teammate One warned, weapon trained on the pair.

Whumpee let out a shaky breath, head inching back as the mercenary jammed the gun under his chin. They came. They really came.

"Not one step closer."

No. No, Whumper wasn't going to use him to hurt his team. Not again.

Whumpee swatted the gun's barrel away, heat searing his palm as a bullet thudded into the ceiling. Whumper let out a yelp, wrist twisting as Whumpee turned, wrestling him for the weapon.

"Whumpee-!"

A second shot rang out, then a third.

Whumper's eyes widened as he toppled, scarlet pooling around him. Whumpee's gaze fell with him, glued to the other.

"Shit- shit! Are you okay?" Teammate Two rushed to his side, hand impossibly gentle as they placed it on his shoulder.

He nodded, darkness dancing into his vision as it remained fixed on Whumper. "Jus' get Leader."

Whumpee lifted a hand to his chest as the footsteps receded, world swaying before his knees buckled under him. Muffled voices and rushed footsteps morphed into the same incomprehensible haze in his ears, his face stinging against the rough cement.

"...ee? Whumpee?"

A muted whimper escaped him as a set of hands turned him over, battered body crying out in protest.

"Come on- Stay with me," his sergeant pleaded, blood swiftly seeping through his fingers as he pressed them to Whumpee's chest. "Don't you dare die on me!"

"S-sorry boss..."

"No, no no- Whumpee!

...Whumpee?"

Tagslist - @dutifullykrispyland @gala1981 @jinxquickfoot @hostagesituations

#whump #defiant whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #team leader whump #leader whump #captivity whump #military whump #whump snippet #interrogation whump #torture whump #multiple whumpees #rescue whump #character death #(possibly)#hostage whump #kidnapping whump #emotional whump #angst

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cpt-winters · 2 months

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Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part Three (Part One, Part Two)

Note for tagslist - This half will be the captivity/interrogative part of the mini-series, so please lmk if you would like to be removed or added from the tagslist

Whumpee's unfocused gaze followed the scarlet trail dripping the floor, soaking the cement floor in a scarlet puddle. He didn't even know where the blood was coming from anymore.

"Whumpee?" Leader's familiar voice carried across the small space. "Are you- are you okay?"

Was he? Here they were, stuck with Whumper for going on three weeks now. Three weeks for something that could've been over in three seconds. If only Leader and pulled the damn trigger when he had the chance.

"Come on," Leader tried. "Talk to me."

Whumpee kept his head hung as the doors slid open, Whumper's footsteps growing closer. “I’ll.. tell you what you want.”

"No-" his sergeant cut in. "You can't. Whumpee.. Whumpee, don't."

His eyes didn’t leave the cracks that cut through the cement floor below him as the mercenary's boots stepped into their peripheral. Fingers clasped ahold of his chin, slowly lifting the soldier’s gaze to meet the Whumper's.

“Where is it?”

The man cried out as teeth tore into his palm. Whumpee jerked his head to the side, ripping a fold of skin clear before spitting the bloodied flesh from his lips as the mercenary stumbled back, pushing his hand to his chest.

A lopsided grin wormed its way onto the Whumpee’s face, scarlet dribbling out of it as his shoulders shook, chuckles breaking between his desperate pants. “-Fuck..you..”

He barely registered the fist shooting toward him until it crashed into his face, snapping his neck back before his head fell into the next punch. His vision blurred red as each strike closely followed another, then another and another. A few grunts escaped him, hard knuckles smacking against wet skin as a warm sensation overtook his features.

Leader was saying something - shouting maybe, but what remained a mystery.

Whumper reeled his arm back as a shaky groan left the other before the fist hammered into his chest, cracking something inside. Whumpee keeled over the side of the seat as the restraints would allow, gasping to catch his breath as the other man staggered back, cradling a hand now stained in both his and his captive's blood.

Coughing and spluttering on the blood threatening to clog up his throat, Whumpee made no move to sit back up as the mercenary's rushed footsteps receded toward the door.

"Whumpee? Fuck-"

"Y..you.." he rasped, each breath accompanied by a painful wheeze as his chest tightened. "You should've.. shot him." Whumpee spat out another mouthful of blood, the action doing little to clear the coppery taste from his mouth.

A stiff pause filled the cell.

"I couldn't."

Whumpee lifted his head, squinting at Leader, one eye too swollen to see out of. "And why the hell not?" he choked out. "Now- now we're both gonna die."

"No." Leader shook his head. "We just have to hold on. Our team's coming. They'll find us."

Whumpee's eyes drifted back to the floor.

"Will they?"

Tagslist - @dutifullykrispyland @gala1981 @jinxquickfoot @hostagesituations

#whump #defiant whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #whump snippet #captivity whump #military whump #hostage whump #protective caretaker #male whumpee #multiple whumpees #kidnapping whump #interrogation whump #torture whump #angry whumpee #whump series #this is too long #stoic whumpee

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cpt-winters · 3 months

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Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part Two (Part One)

Whumpee closed his eyes as his name echoed down the adjacent hallway, muffled through the metal door as rapid footsteps grew louder.

The sniper flexed his fingers, tightening his fists as his eyes snapped back open with the door.

"Whumpee? Whum-" Leader stilled, pistol trained in front of him.

No shot sounded.

Whumpee clenched his jaw as the cold metal barrel dug deeper into his temple. "Shoot him," he gritted out.

"Leader," Whumper started, gloved fingers snaking around the side of Whumpee's neck as he spoke. "Put down your weapon."

Whumpee went rigid, gaze wandering over to his rifle, still out of reach. It was tempting, impossible, but tempting.

He forced his expression to remain neutral, the hand on his neck tightening.

"No one has to die," the mercenary went on. "Just put it down."

Leader's gaze faltered, meeting his teammate's, the other glaring up at him from his spot on the ground.

"What the hell?" Whumpee choked out, the pressure in his head building before the merc's grip loosened. "Just shoot him sarge!" he snapped.

"I-"

The shrill of Whumper's warning shot to the ceiling earned a wince from his captive as Leader hesitated a moment longer.

"No. Don't you fuckin' dare-" Whumpee's protest was cut short by the soft clink of Leader's gun touching the floor.

Whumpee's eyes widened as four figures poured in from the side doors behind his sergeant, weapons in hand.

He made the lunge for his rifle at the exact moment something pricked his neck. Whumpee hit the ground face first, muscles spasming before the darkness blotted his vision.

-

Taglist - @dutifullykrispyland @gala1981 @jinxquickfoot @hostagesituations

#whump #defiant whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #whump snippet #captivity whump #military whump #hostage whump #stoic whumpee #protective caretaker #team leader whump #leader whump #power dynamics #male whumpee #strangulation tw #electrocution #kidnapping whump

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cpt-winters · 3 months

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Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part One (Part Two)

His shot went wide as he staggered, a loud bang ringing through his ears as something tore between the gap of his chest and shoulder armour plating. Warm liquid trickled through the soldier's fingers as he pressed a hand to the wound, raising his rifle back on his opponent with the other. The next shot simply pinged off Whumper's armour.

There wasn’t time for Whumpee to even register his bolt thudding into the wall as his back hit the floor, his opponent already grappling him to the spot. He winced as the attacker jerked his arm to the side, flaring up his shoulder as his vambrace was lifted clear and clattered to the floor beside them.

“It’s nothing-” The mercenary grunted as he wrestled against Whumpee’s arms. “-personal.”

“Tell that to everyone you shoot?” he bit back, muscles straining as his wrists were forced together. Whumpee continued to buck against the other, leg rearing up until his kneecap connected.

Fingers jammed into his wounded shoulder, earning a gasp from him as they sank deep into his bloodied flesh.

Panting as the gloved hand was jerked back out, Whumpee glanced back down as the binders clicked around his wrists. “Fuck you.”

The other paid the comment no mind as he slid Whumpee's sidearm from its holster, clipping it to his own belt as he shifted his weight, getting back to his feet.

Watching the man as he reached for the vambrace abandoned on the floor, Whumpee kicked his leg up again, heavy boot slamming into the mercenary’s crotch plate. With the other man instantly buckling over, Whumpee allowed himself a scoff before going for another kick.

Whumper lost his footing as Whumpee swiped a leg behind his knees, sending him to the ground with a heavy thud.

Scrambling around as his opponent recovered, Whumpee reached for his rifle, the familiar click of a gun behind him freezing him in place.

“Let’s not do anything stupid.” The mercenary walked back around, weapon sights trained on Whumpee's head as his other hand fiddled with his comlink. “Now, tell your buddy to meet back up,” he instructed, kicking the rifle out of arm’s reach.

“Go to hell,” he spat, shooting the other a glare as his helmet was lifted off.

Tossing the helmet to the side as he switched on the comlink, Whumper soon dropped it in favour of freeing up his hand.

Whumpee let out a pained yelp as the knuckle plate dug back into his shoulder, metal tearing at the ripped flesh before coming back red. Still catching his breath, he bawled his fists as the man stomped down on his comlink a moment later to cut off the brief transmission, electricity crackling as sparks spewed out under the pressure.

“Any more funny business and he’ll run in just in time for me to blow your brains out.”

Whumpee’s gaze wandered over to the door as the mercenary’s quiet footsteps circled back behind him. “He’ll kill you. You know that, right?”

“We’ll see.” He made no further comment as the seconds trickled by, the barrel of his gun lightly pressed against Whumpee’s temple.

#whump #stoic whumpee #team whump #protective caretaker #team dynamics #defiant whumpee #military whump #forced to kneel #whump snippet #male whumpee #kidnapping whump #hostage whump #this whole thing is (adapted) scenes from a star wars roleplay (:#whump series #captivity whump

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cpt-winters · 5 months

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Team Leaders Can't Ask For Help

A tremor ran through Leader's hand. Shuddering, he readjusting his grip on the tweezers, the metal cool against his clammy hands as he worked. The crimson liquid contrasted against his pale skin as the blood ran down the upper portion of his leg and pooled around the torn flesh, his black trouser leg frayed around it.

A shaky groan escaped him as he pulled the last piece of shrapnel clear of the wound, ripping an overlapping strip of flesh as he plucked the debris away. The tweezers fell to the tray with a soft clink as he reached for the needle.

"Leader?.."

He bit back a sigh, recognizing his teammate's voice as his hand smacked against the tray harder than intended, fumbling to retrieve the needle and spool of thread.

"What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Leader's brows pulled together, his utmost focus on the minute loop in the needle as he willed his trembling fingers to push the thread through.

A warm hand pressed against his own, carefully lifting the from his weakened grasp.

"I can do it myself."

"Yeah?" Teammate raised a brow, their eyes briefly meeting. "Well you don't have to."

#whump #team leader whump #team dynamics #stoic whumpee #protective caretaker #whump snippet #tw blood #aftercare #team whump #hospital whump #leader whump #leader whumpee #turns out I'm alive #if this isn't coherent i'm not sober so yeah #physical whump #whump tropes #whump prompt #comfort whump

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cpt-winters · 5 months

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"You know, if you're not going to talk," - he takes the prisoner's injured hand in his own, fingers brushing over broken bones - "and you're not going to make this fun for me anymore," - he lightly taps his fingers against the breaks - "then I don't really have much use left for you, do I?"

Silence.

"Really, are we done here? Should I just lock you up for good and leave you to rot?"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A voiceless breath of a whimper.

"That's it? Not even gonna scream for me?" He frowns, loosely wrapping his fingers around the broken hand. "C'mon. Is there any fight left in you?"

Without warning, he tightens his grip and twists.

The room echoes with the almost silent scream of an overstrained voice. Gasping for breath, eyes unfocused, weakly, uselessly attempting to pull away, the prisoner manages to breathe out two words.

"Ff-fuck…. you."

"Ah," the man smiles. "There you are."

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cpt-winters · 8 months

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Will you do another part of rain check? Please!!!!

Here’s a token of my love: 🍭

Absolutely I can continue this for you! I hope it is what you are looking for, Anon!

Part 1

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, unclear character status

Team Leader was exhausted. They had been trying to break out of their restraints for what felt like days, but in reality they knew it could only be a few hours. Their body ached, their throat was raw, they were bruised in more places than they cared to admit, and their skin was raw at their wrists and hands.

But it didn't matter. They had to keep fighting.

Whumper had yet to return after Teammate One fell silent in the other room. Had yet to return dragging Teammate One back. Whumper had to return. Had to return with Teammate One.

Just as Team Leader was about to open their mouth to start shouting again, the door to the back room opened. Team Leader craned their neck to see what lay beyond inside, but couldn't get a good view.

Whumper stood in the doorway, wiping their hands on a towel, humming to themself as they wiped. They tossed the towel to the side and continued to hum as they shut the door behind them. Where was Teammate One?

"What have you done to them?" Team Leader rasped out.

Whumper smiled. "A little of this. A bit of that."

"Let them go, Whumper, please," Team Leader begged once more.

Whumper smirked. "Why would I ever do that? They're such a wonderful toy." Whumper stopped just short of Team Leader. "Jealous?"

Team Leader growled as they surged forward once more, the ropes keeping them bound uselessly to the chair. "I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FACE OFF!"

Whumper chuckled. "That's the fire I like to see. Don't worry, you're still my favorite. And it'll be your turn soon I imagine." They glanced back at the door. "This toy isn't very durable."

Team Leader's mouth went dry as Whumper left them. Durable? What had Whumper done to Teammate One? How were they going to get the both of them out of here before it was too late?

Tags: @itsjustgoingon @the-angstening-returns @cpt-winters @whatiswhumpblog @goureblogs @reds-whump-prompts @whump321 @st0rmm

#whump #implied torture #team leader whump #team dynamics #sadistic whumper #defiant whumpee #all that good stuff #whump writing #restraints whump #dk when I got on the taglist #but thanks (:

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cpt-winters · 9 months

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Heyo, got anymore team leader whump up your sleeve? I’m a sucker for selfless whumpees

←～(o ｀▽´ )oΨ

Heh, do I. Hope you enjoy (:

Team Captivity Whump - Leader Whumpee Part 2 (part 1)

Right Hand's eyes snapped up as the door to the dingy cell swung open. The string of profanities they'd prepared to hurl at their captor caught in their throat the second Whumper stepped in.

Earning a gasp from Medic, Whumper dragged Leader's battered, bloodied and near limp form in tow. His boots scuffed against the cement ground in feeble protest.

"You fucking bastard!" Right Hand yelled, muscles straining against their restraints.

"Thank you-" Whumper carelessly tossed Leader forward, allowing him to crumple to the floor in a heap. "-for your cooperation."

Ignoring the animalistic growl rumbling from one of the teammates, Whumper shoved their boot into Leader's ribs for good measure. Barely receiving a reaction, they took their leave without even chaining him back up.

"Sh-shit." Right Hand's eyes soaked in the deep gashes and burns riddling Leader's flesh. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was meant to be me." At that moment, they were glad Youngest wasn't here to see this. At least they had evaded capture.

Face still buried in the floor, Leader gave a weak groan of a refusal. "'t's m...my job."

"What did..Whumper want?" Medic cut in, chains keeping them from offering Leader any support as he began peeling himself off the floor.

"Are you okay?" they tried again as he pulled himself toward the wall, sagging against it.

Leader's gaze dropped down to the heavy scarlet spray dappling his torso, and Medic cursed themselves for the foolish question.

"It's not-" His breath hitched as he smeared the red spatter on his face with the back of his hand. "Not all mine."

"Boss-" Right Hand started, at a loss for words for his leader's unrecognizable state. "What'd they do to you?"

Leader's clouded eyes lost their focus as a tremor travelled through his lower lip.

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cpt-winters · 9 months

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Team Captivity Whump - Leader Whumpee Part 1 (Part 2)

Leader’s eyes moved sluggishly across the cramped cell, widening as they met those of concerned teammates. Chains rattled as he shuffled, bracing his back against the wall.

How had they all got caught?

There was no time to voice that question before the heavy steel door creaked on its hinges, a familiar foe stepping in.

A stiff silence persisted as Whumper's gaze shifted over each of them.

“You.” Leader’s heart skipped a beat as Whumper stopped in front of Right Hand, seizing their jaw despite the snarl of protest. “You’ll do.”

“No.”

Whumper stilled, inclining their head to Leader. “Say something, did you?”

“You’re going to leave them alone,” he stated, keeping his voice level.

Whumper merely scoffed, releasing Right Hand from their grip, who wrenched their face away the instant Whumper’s fingers were free of it.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you’re going to take me instead,” Leader said, tilting his chin up to level his gaze at Whumper as they approached.

“Leader no-” Right Hand cut in, arms jerking against their restraints. “You can’t!”

A ghost of a smile tugged at Whumper’s lips.

“Get the hell away from him!” Right Hand shouted, thrashing against the heavy chains, as Whumper squatted down in front of Leader.

Leader stiffened as Whumper roughly pressed the open wound on his temple, sneering at the blood caking their glove as they pulled away.

“You’re a bold one,” they remarked.

Leader's stomach churned as Whumper leaned in closer.

“I'll fix that.”

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cpt-winters · 9 months

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Whumpee

Imagine your whumpee beaten almost to the point of death, stands up in a fighting stance ready to go again

#Whump #defiant whumpee #whump prompt #physical whump #whump tropes #love this

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cpt-winters · 9 months

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"You're not going to kill me. You're having too much fun for that."

Whumper pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at whumpee's forehead. "Are you sure about that?"

But whumpee didn't flinch. Instead they leaned forward, pressing their forehead into the barrel. "Go on then. Do it."

Whumper paused. And cocked the gun. But still whumpee didn't express fear. Their eyes were full of determination and challenge, lips twitching into a small smile despite their set jaw.

The seconds ticked past in slow motion, each staring at the other playing a dangerous game of chicken. Whumper caved first, dropping the gun to their side.

"Coward." Whumpee hissed

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cpt-winters · 10 months

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Forced to Choose

"Open your mouth."

Leader's only response was to tighten his jaw muscles further.

"I won't ask again."

Leader's gaze shifted from the teammate kneeling opposite him to the gun levelled at his head. He stared at the barrel for several seconds before complying, though not without glaring up at Whumper.

Appearing menacing as Whumper slid the gun into his mouth was a lost effort, but there was no chance in hell he was giving Whumper the satisfaction of his full submission. But there was no disillusion of who held the power here.

"I'll make this simple." Gravel crunched under Whumper's boot as he stepped behind Leader, shifting his attention to the other captive.

"Tell me where the base is...or I blow his brains out."

Leader forced his face to stay neutral, not wanting Youngest to see him crumble. Nonetheless, he failed to suppress a shudder, his breath hitching as the cold metal bit into his skin, scraping against the roof of his mouth.

"Please don't...don't make me choose," Youngest pleaded, a tear glinting in their eyes as the gun cocked with a distinctive click.

Wanting to reassure Youngest it was okay, Leader gave as much of a nod as he could manage, already knowing what decision they'd have to make.

#whump #leader whump #team whump #team dynamics #whump scenario #intimidation whump #power dynamics #defiant whumpee #forced to watch #interrogation whump #military whump #team leader whump #forced to choose #forced to kneel #threats of violence #hostage whump

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cpt-winters · 10 months

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Amnesia - Whump Snippet

Caretaker's pulse quickened as a quiet groan slipped through Whumpee’s lips. They kept their eyes glued to Whumpee's battered form, lying ghostly still in the bed, until the heart monitor's calm, steady beeps morphed into something loud and erratic.

Their team leader's face bore a wary glance as Caretaker rushed over the second their friend's eyes cracked open.

"Whumpee, you gave us quite a scare." Caretaker tried to ignore how their heart sank a little as they went to lay their hand atop Whumpee's, only for him to squirm under the touch, recoiling his arm.

Leader noted Whumpee's free hand instinctively reaching for his sidearm, his eyes shooting open when his fingers found nothing.

Sensing their second-in-command's rising alarm, Leader took a cautious step forward. "Hey, take it easy Whumpee. You took a big hit today.”

Caretaker's eyes sank at the memory before flickering back to meet Whumpee's own anxious gaze.

“But you’ll be alright. You're in the medbay,” Leader assured. “You can thank Medic for patching you up later.”

Whumpee stared blankly for several moments, absorbing the information. “Medic?” he repeated, the question coming out as more of a hoarse croak than anything else.

Leader gave a hesitant nod, brows furrowing as Whumpee's darting eyes finally settled on Caretaker.

“Who...are you?”

#whump #whump writing #whump snippet #team whump #recovery whump #technically #amnesia whump #memory loss whumo #Whump Thing I Wrote 10 #angst #team dynamics #whump aftermath #hospital whump #military whump

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cpt-winters · 10 months

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Yk when a not-so-outwardly-emotional or just generally inexperienced caretaker tries to hide their worry but falls through the cracks? That's the shit.

A small bite of the lower lip

Caretaker's brow scrunching up for a brief moment as they gaze upon the weak/frail state of their friend

Caretaker clearing their throat uncomfortably

A nervous hand coming to rest on sickie's back/shoulder in a feeble attempt to offer comfort

Caretaker accidentally snapping at sickie because they're just so anxious and regretting it immediately after

Caretaker having to literally close their eyes and press a hand to their forehead while pondering how on earth they got into this situation

'There, there,' hums an awkward caretaker, maybe offering sickie a small pat on the head

Caretaker looking away, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as sickie vomits, because obviously they're not worried, just exasperated. (If we ignore the fact that their eyes keep wandering towards sickie, an almost pitying quality to their gaze)

'You just...hang in there, okay? You'll be fine,' says caretaker as their hands tremble and their leg bounces uncontrollably

Sickie picking up on caretaker's discomfort and glancing towards them blearily. 'Are you okay?' they ask in a half-mumble, caretaker's worry so obvious that even sickie can sense it through their half-delirious state

#oh i love this #whump #whump writing #stoic caretaker #gruff caretaker #sick whump #emotionally unavailable caretaker #whump ideas #whump prompt

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cpt-winters · 10 months

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I'm always glad to see a lover of military whump stuff and I am so happy my friend Ruin showed me this blog ahhhhhh you're amazing <3333

Aw that's so sweet <3 My blog's relatively new, so thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it (: I've got a few new whump-pieces planned for the near future so it's great to see another person /w an appreciation for military whump!

#not whump #answering asks

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cpt-winters · 11 months

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Rain Check

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, cruel whumper

Team Leader strained against the ropes binding them to the chair. This couldn’t be happening. They already couldn’t believe that Whumper had gotten the drop on them. So to find out that Whumper also got the drop on Teammate One made it all the worse.

“I volunteered! Your beef is with me!” Team Leader roared as Whumper began to drag away Teammate One to the back room where who knows what kind of torture awaited them.

“Ah ah ahhhh, Team Leader,” Whumper said as they turned and smiled as they dragged Teammate One, “you’re the one who picked Teammate One. Not me.”

“I didn’t know what the coin toss is for! Besides you want to hurt me, not them!”

Teammate One’s eyes were unfocused, still dazed from the hit in the head Whumper gave them after Team Leader called heads as Whumper tossed the coin. Team Leader had no idea what choice they were making.

“Oh, but I am hurting you. Hurting them does hurt you, Team Leader. Besides,” they looked down at Teammate One with a wicked grin, “think of this as a rain check for what is to come for you.” And without further ado, Whumper dragged Teammate One the rest of the way to the back room and slammed the door shut.

Team Leader continued to strain against the ropes keeping them from helping Teammate One. They continued to strain as Teammate One’s screams began to echo from the room. And they continued to strain as Teammate One’s cries suddenly faded and the room went silent.

#whump #team leader whump #team whump #leader whump #emotional whump #sadistic whumper #implied torture

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