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jordanstrophe · 2 months

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Caretaker picks whumpee up and places them gently in the car. "We need to get you to a hospital." They say hastily.

"No, no I'm okay." Whumpee speaks behind gritted teeth. They're holding their wound and tensing with each pulse of pain, they're somehow willing themselves to not grunt or cry out.

"I wasn't asking, you need to get checked out. Lean back a bit, just lie still." Caretaker puts their seat back and starts the engine, ignoring whumpee's pleads and arguing.

The car ride was tense and quiet, until whumpee breaks the silence with crying.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump angst #whump writing #whump scenario #injury whump #defiant whumpee #stern caretaker #forceful caretaker #wounded whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #protective caretaker #hospital whump #whump prompt #caretaker prompt

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 year

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Hurt

(Vee asked for a continuation of this piece I had requested of Taron helping homeless AU! Jameson after he was badly injured)

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CW: Description of wounds, runaway whumpee, reluctant caretaker, defiant/angry whumpee, some pet whump references

He'd made it to the alley near the guy's restaurant, figuring he could ask for some bandages or something - there's a good first aid kit, there. The guy's helped patch him up before.

But sometime before he could knock on the back door, he'd stopped being able to get back up when he fell down. The cold of the gravel and broken pavement in the alley had felt good against overheated skin, and he'd stopped trying to stand.

Then there had been a touch, and some sound, but Jameson hadn't been able to track it. He slipped in and out, bright flashes of pain, the sting of something over his stomach that made him flinch, murmured curses or apologies. In and out, dark and light. At some point he coughed and the pain was so bad he stopped remembering how to breathe.

There'd been some water sipped through a straw, he thinks now. There's a light somewhere above him, shining through his closed eyelids. A warm blanket.

And voices.

"Well, he's stitched up," He hears one voice say. A woman. He can't find the energy to open his eyes to see who it is. "I'll give Dr. Masood a ride back home. He'll live, Taron, but I can't take him."

"You can't?"

"No, and I'm so sorry. I know you're attached to this one, but I'm just not able to right now."

"Nat, I really need-... you're sure you can't, at least for a while? I don't know what to do. I can't keep him."

Jameson doesn't dare move even enough that they might realize he's awake. The disappointment in the man's voice, how he sounds genuinely depressed that whoever this woman is won't just take the inconveniently hurt little runaway off his hands... that... that hurts. Jameson didn't realize he could still be hurt that way, by someone not wanting him.

Huh.

That's... that fucking sucks. That hurts in a way he doesn't have a ready defense for. He'd thought the guy maybe kind of got along with him, a little.

"Nat, please. Please."

Jesus, he's begging someone to take Jameson off his hands? Tough strong scarred motherfucker so tired of dealing with Jameson's shit that he'll beg someone just to cart him away?

Jameson's teeth grind together. His side aches, where the knife had slid in when they took his warm coat, when he fought them trying to keep it.

His eyes burn.

Don't cry, he thinks. You don't cry anymore. You won't cry ever again. This is what people are like. Shouldn't have ever kept coming here. What, you think a runaway pet gets to make a fucking friend? Stupid piece of shit cotton-brained motherfucker, dry the fucking waterworks and get up off the fucking cot.

But his body won't move.

"I... Look. I just. I'll ask around and see who can maybe take him on. Do you have any idea who he was before? Designation?"

There's a pause. "Does that matter? For what you-... what you do?"

"Not for me, but... some of the others only take certain types. It's... it's a fight I'll never stop having. But if you have any idea, that might help?"

"No, I don't-... that's. No, I don't know. He just needs somewhere to go... and it just. It can't keep being here."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry-

They walk away, out of earshot. Jameson lays there, breathing as carefully and evenly as he can. Eventually, he finds his legs answer him when he wants them to move. He can still hear their voices, but farther away. They're not between him and that back door back into the alley.

Clinking of ceramic tells him someone's drinking coffee. It gives him cover to swing his legs over to the side and slowly force himself to sit up. Fuck, it hurts like hell. His side is a line of bright fire burning over the stitched-up wound. There's a shirt, one of the guy's. It's way too big but Jameson pulls it on anyway, drowning in the fabric. LIke wearing Nanda's old shirts sometimes, just so he could smell him when his master was away.

No.

He won't go down that road. Not now.

Getting pants on is harder, but he manages it. His own pants, stiff with dried blood, but fuck it. Fuck it all the fuck to hell. If Taron wants to get rid of him so badly, he'll make it easy for everyone involved and fuck right off on his own two feet.

Granted, his feet don't want to hold him. He has to balance against the wall, while his knees buckle and the world swims and the pains takes his breath so far away his lungs are screaming before he can inhale again.

But it's just one step after another. One hand on the wall, one foot maybe dragging a little, but he's been in pain since Brute, and he can keep being in pain forever if he has to. He was made to take the pain, after all, right from the start. Not pain like this, but... but he can handle it. He can take it.

And maybe this time he'll fucking learn his lesson. No one wants a scarred-up piece of shit runaway slut around. He's been bumming shit off this guy for too long already. This is just his sign that he's worn out his welcome.

He has to learn to stop wanting to be... wanted.

It's the hardest bit of his training to lose.

Everyone's just a different kind of shit, in the end. Everyone will hurt you, unless you learn how to stop being hurt. Stop being anything but a wall so thick that nothing can break through it, no one can break it down.

Pain rolling up his side, nauseating and throbbing, he turns the doorknob as quietly as he can. And still he hears the guy's voice say, "Wait a second-"

He tells himself not to pause.

But he does.

"If you don't want me around," He says without looking at him, voice rougher than usual and thready-thin from the pain, "Just fucking tell me, man. No hard feelings, yeah? See you around."

"What-"

Jameson nearly falls right down the steps, but somehow keeps himself balanced until he's walking as fast as he can with a limp down the alley, wondering how far he can get before his legs give out beneath him.

He grinds his teeth so hard his jaw aches.

“Wait!”

Just keep walking.

Don't look back.

Don't let it hurt.

Don't you dare fucking cry.

Not this time.

Not again.

#jameson bb #jameson au #homeless whumpee #runaway whumpee #stabbed #stab wounds #wounded whumpee #bbu #natalie yoder: here to help the rescues #broken trust #angry whumpee #scarred whumpee #jameson kind of made me cry a little with this one #defiant whumpee #aftermath of stabbing #angst #all hurt no comf

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rizzoto-whump · 9 months

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@badthingshappenbingo - Trail of Blood, @whumpers-monthly - Nauseous, @week-of-whump - "You blood looks so pretty."

TW: Intimate whumper, injury, aftermath of torture

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James sat on the ground, staring at the trail of blood that was seeping out of his open wound. It was a deep cut, and he knew it would take a while to heal. He felt nauseous and disgusted as he watched the crimson liquid ooze out of his skin. The sight of it made him feel nauseous, and he had to fight the urge to vomit.

As he tried to catch his breath, he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Ronald, a smirk on his face. "Hey there, James," he said, looking down at the wound. "Your blood looks so pretty."

James glared at him, his anger bubbling up inside of him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted. "Why would you do this to me?"

"I don't know," Ronald said. "I guess I just like to see you suffer."

James shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't understand why anyone would enjoy causing pain to others. "You're a monster," he said.

Ronald just laughed. "Maybe I am. But at least I'm not the one bleeding all over the place."

James felt his anger boiling over, and he stood up, his hand still pressed against his wound. "You think this is funny?" he shouted. "You think it's funny to hurt me?"

Ronald smirked. "I think it's hilarious," he said. "And I can't wait to do it again."

#whump #whump prompt #intimate whumper #defiant whumpee #aftermath of torture #bad things happen bingo #trail of blood #nauseous #week of whump #whump OC #sadistic whumper #military whump #older whumpee #torture #wounded whumpee

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hillscapecity · 2 years

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You're Pretty~💕

Whumpee’s lost a lot of blood....as gently as possible Caretaker eases Whumpee to the floor and leans them against the wall. “Y-You're going to be ok Whumpee, just hang in there!” Caretaker said with a voice laced in worry as they put more pressure on the wound. Whumpee sharply hissed through their gritted teeth as caretaker began to clean them up. Whumpee gazed up at them with glassy eyes but…..they had a big dopey grin on their face? Caretaker was caught off guard when whumpee suddenly cupped their cheek. “💕You're really pretty~💕” Whumpee giggled. Caretaker clasped the hand on their cheek, tears began to track down their cheeks. They tried to stay strong but they couldn't stand seeing Whumpee like this. “Wa’s wron-” Whumpee writhed as a sudden intense wave of pain radiated through their body “Whumpee!!” “Hckk….” Whumpee croaked. This time when Whumpee gazed back at Caretaker their expression was empty and pained, eyes fully glossed over. Oh whumpee… Caretaker thought sadly “shhhhh” they cupped Whumpee’s cheek and gently stroked it. “I'm almost done love” they cooed while beginning to unravel the roll of soft bandages in their hands.

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letitbehurt · 22 days

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Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.

#I love cauterized wounds #the paradox of causing pain to heal just WORKS #bonus points if it’s field medicine and Whumpee has to be silent #Caretaker shoving a hand over Whumpee’s mouth to muffle their scream #that’s aesthetic right there #whump

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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whump fic where whumpee is being held captive by whumper and continually tries to escape to find where caretaker is being held so they can get out of here together, but as the story progresses it becomes more clear that whumpee is a victim of stockholm syndrome/brainwashing by "caretaker" and is actually being rehabilitated by "whumper" after being rescued, not kidnapped

#whumpee thinks whumper is torturing them but in reality theyre trying to treat old wounds they dont even remember sustaining #fights against being drugged but actually they're experiencing withdrawal symptoms after whumper flushed out their system #whumper making threats that whumpee will never see caretaker again but its not a threat its supposed to be a calm reassurance #the slow slow burn of whumpee realizing just how fucked their situation is and having to face that reality #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr #defiant whumpee #caretaker #bad caretaker #carewhumper

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lilixloveswhump · 2 years

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This is your psa that not all of your writing has to be medically accurate

No, you shouldn't put alcohol on that wound. But it'd be a lot more fun to read and write if you did. So go ahead, and don't feel bad for doing so.

Bring your character back from the brink of death, give them injuries they shouldn't survive. Miracles do happen, after all. You're not a bad writer for not writing like a med student.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump trope #whump prompts #whumplr #caretaker #wounds #medical whump #injuries #injury whump #fatal injury #writing advice #writing

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whump-blog · 1 year

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Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

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kjwriting · 6 days

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Whumper digging their heel into whumpee’s bullet wound, making them release a strangled scream.

Whumpee’s mind goes blank as the searing pain invades all of their senses.

Bonus points if Caretaker has to watch.

#whump #caretaker #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #ouch #bullet wound

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whumpdaydreamerx · 3 months

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Whumper stabbing Whumpee and proceeding to wipe the blood from the knife on Whumpee’s jacket, staring into their eyes as they do so. All while they lay there gasping and moaning in pain.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #stabbed whump #stabbed #stab wound #knife whump #blood #bloody knife #pain #gasping #intimate whumper #my writing #whump community

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 8 months

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Okay so I remember a convo we had in call about loving writing wings but you dont usually write them cuz whump wings are usually amputation which you don't mess with, and I dont want whump in general soooooo what about:

Villain has wings, was tortured by supervillain, rescued by hero, still has their wings but they are in bad shape. So hero is helping a shy/withdrawn villain straighten them out, treat their wounds, etc, and then when they are done villain just quietly asks them not to stop touching them cuz it's really calming and they fall asleep ♡

Bonus points for:

-villain being touch starved

-villain blushing, hero calling them cute

Hi Crewe! I would be more than happy to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! P.S. I’m sorry it’s so short, I’m not experienced in writing winged characters so I hope it’s okay!

Villain sat perched on an ottoman, while Hero entered the living room with a fresh roll of bandages. They sat behind Villain and examined their wings. Hero cleaned the blood off of Villain’s wing with a damp cloth, applying medicine to the wound then wrapping it in bandages. Villain’s breath suddenly hitched, and Hero quickly pulled away.

“Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle,” Hero said with a sympathetic wince.

“N-no, it isn’t that,” Villain admitted.

Hero tilted their head, puzzled. They started to preen Villain’s feathers for them, and the criminal practically melted into the touch.

“Villain?” Hero asked.

When they received no response, it clicked. Hero began to stroke Villain’s feathers softly, their touch light and gentle. After several minutes, Hero pulled their hand away.

“Don’t stop,” Villain pleaded quietly.

Hero smiled softly. They returned to stroking Villain’s feathers. Villain turned, revealing a blush decorating their features.

“You’re so cute when you’re blushing,” Hero remarked.

Villain’s blush deepened, hiding their face in their good wing. It was only when Villain’s eyes started to droop, and they began to sway on the ottoman did Hero stop petting their wings and circle around to face them.

“Getting sleepy?” Hero asked.

“Hm,” Villain hummed in response.

“Here, come with me.”

Hero took Villain by the hand and led them up to their bedroom. They arranged the pillows and blankets on the bed to accommodate Villain’s wings. They helped Villain climb into the nest.

“Well, uh, if you need anything… you know… just call for me…”

Hero went to leave, but Villain reached out for them weakly.

“Please stay,” they whispered.

Hero blinked, a light blush creeping into their features. Hero nodded mutely, climbing into bed with Villain. Villain covered them with their good wing and snuggled closer to them. Hero carded a hand through their hair until Villain drifted off. Hero made a mental note to destroy Supervillain the minute they got the chance.

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#wing whump #whump aftermath #writeblr #writing #creative writing #hero x villain #as requested #heroes and villains #snippet #villain whumpee #hero caretaker #wound tending #fluff #whump fluff #winged villain

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jordanstrophe · 2 months

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Caretaker watched the stranger deep asleep on their couch. They had no idea where whumpee came from, only they were on the side of the road in that awful storm. The power was out and they had no way to call for help.

They had wounds that weren't from the storm. They were man made and varied with different tools. It was nothing like caretaker had ever seen before...

Caretaker turned their back to light a candle when they heard a quiet thump behind them. They turned around to find whumpee off the couch against the wall trying to make their way to the door.

"Woah woah woah! You're in no condition to be up like that." Caretaker scolded. Whumpee stopped in their tracks, realizing they weren't alone. They shakily turned around with a wide-frightened gaze. Their knees slowly gave in as they sunk to the floor and stayed frozen.

Caretaker dropped to a crouch, feeling odd standing so tall over them. "I know you're hurt, so let's go back on the couch and see what we can do, okay?"

Whumpee tilted their head towards the door, listening to the crash of lightning and a downpour of rain. "How did you find me?" Whumpee spoke in a whisper.

"Luck." Caretaker shrugged, scooting an inch closer. "Did someone hurt you? Are you in some sort of trouble?" Caretaker asked.

"No." Whumpee spoke shortly. Caretaker knew that was a lie; but if that's what whumpee wanted caretaker to think to be comfortable enough to let them help, then so be it.

#whump #caretaker #caretaking #stranger caretaker #whump drabble #whump writing #whump scenario #whumplr #injured whumpee #wounded whumpee #soft caretaker #defiant whumpee #injury whump #abused whumpee #hurt/comfort

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the-bloody-sadist · 11 days

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Working on the next HC undress, but for now, I had a WuLian idea 🚶‍♂️calamity Xie Lian making Wu Ming take off his mask….🧍‍♂️forcing him to show his wounds after a battle….🧎‍♂️AUUHHHH

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hurtcomfortguaranteed · 6 months

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In The Professionals 1x07, Peter and his bodyguard Vincent end up on the run from several villainous parties, leading to lots of whump for the both of them.

#the professionals 2020 #whump #bromance whump #bromance #worry #gun shot wound #caregiver #bandaging #shaking hands #protective #rescued whumpee #brendan fraser #tom welling

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hillscapecity · 2 years

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What if during recovery Caretaker packs pillows around Whumpee while they sleep so they don't accidentally roll onto their wound. Or if they want Whumpee to wake up feeling comfy, maybe have them build a pillow fort around them with string lights and blankets.

#whump blog #whumpwriting #whump #whumpblr #wounded whumpee #caretaker #caretaker and whumpee #soft whump #whump scenarios #recovery whump #whumpee #caretaking #comfort whump #comforting caretaker #hurt comfort whump #hurt comfort #injured whumpee #I want a pillowfort

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letitbehurt · 3 months

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An immortal/self-healing Whumpee with nothing to show for the months of torture they endured.

#caretaker trying to be supportive but finding the scope of their trauma hard to believe without proof #Whumpee becoming desensitized to injury while Caretaker freaks out over the blood #Nightmares about Whumper mutilating them and then waking up unsure of whether it actually happened #self-mutilating to try making their trauma visible #then having a breakdown watching the wounds heal over and over and over and over…#whump

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