#stab wounds

[thinking1bee]

Get Back to Her

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Softness, Kisses, Near Death Experience

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover

Labored breaths sawed through gritted teeth, and your jaw was clenched in pain. You were still confused as to how you got here, how a simple robbery devolved into you getting caught by Kraven. Peter warned you of him, and of his agenda to create the perfect hunt by hunting down heroes and villains alike. Since you shared the same powers as Peter, you would be a prime target. You were trying to be so careful and to check your surroundings, but you still got caught. You found yourself utterly surrounded by Kraven’s reinforcements, and you fought tooth and nail to get away. While you did escape, unfortunately, you weren’t able to leave unscathed.

Your body hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt just to be swinging, which you were doing wildly as Kraven’s hunters chased you through the streets of New York.

Bruises, welts, and gashes of every kind littered your body. Stab wounds and gunshots had you whimpering as blood soaked your spidey suit. You could barely breathe, your chest shaking as bone rattling coughs made you spit out some blood into your mask. From behind, you could hear your assailants gaining ground. You heard their yelling, and you felt your spider senses tingle aggressively. You webbed a line to a building, and using the momentum, shot yourself around the corner to make a hard left. You just heard the bullet bury itself into the passing concrete instead of your body. The next web you created was used to propel you forward, your body twisting on instinct, and while you were suspended in the air, you flipped yourself upside down to face the hunters that were pursuing you. You folded your two middle fingers against your palms and shot thick globs of web fluid. When it hit, the shot exploded on impact to web multiple enemies at once. They screamed before they fell from their airborne vehicles. Another hunter was preparing to shoot you, so you webbed the gun from his hand before you lassoed the weapon back at him. You could hear the crunch of metal against cartilage as your attack launched him backwards off his vehicle as well. That took care of the guys that were closest to you, but you could see more just several hundred feet behind gaining more ground.

You shot out another web to catch yourself, and after orienting back upright, made another hard turn to get out of their immediate line of sight. You could see the Avenger’s Tower ahead, and you felt some hope trickle into you. You had to make it home. You couldn’t die like this. Wanda was waiting for you. Just a few hours ago, she stopped you and told you to come back to her safely. Then, she rolled up your mask just enough to give you a tender kiss on the lips before she rolled it down and smoothed it back in place. It was the cutest thing that you’d ever witnessed, and you needed to go home to her. You promised. You couldn't break that promise.

The compound drew closer and closer, the wind whipping through you uncontrollably. The pain you felt increased in tangent with the amount of blood you were losing. Already, you could feel darkness prickling against the edges of your vision. As you got closer, you could actually see Wanda making herself a cup of tea as she wore one of your shirts and her sweatpants. She was right there. Right there. You were so focused on escaping and getting to your girlfriend, that you didn’t hear the cock of another rifle. You couldn’t focus on your spider senses, your panic driving you on, as you launched yourself forward. You heard the loud crack of a gunshot just milliseconds before blood exploded from your upper chest. A strangled scream tore from you, and you lost the grip on your web. You went limp, but that didn’t stop your body from flying ahead and crashing into one of the glass windows. Distantly, you heard and felt the glass shatter, a few shards cutting into you and imbedding themselves into your body like the bullets did. There was another explosion of agony in your body, one that made the world around you flicker, before you crashed into the floor. Wanda yelped, the tea in her hands slipping from her grip to shatter on the ground. Steaming, hot fluid spread on the wood floors, but it was abandoned as you skidded to a stop. Several streaks of blood followed your body. Red painted the floors from the moment you crashed through the window and until the moment you stopped. Now, it was pooling beneath you, ominously dark under your body. You were deathly still saved for the agonized breaths and wet coughs that left you. You heard footsteps sprinting towards you before someone dropped to their knees. As gently as ever, your mask was removed from you, and you were greeted with the blurry sight of your girlfriend. Her green eyes, eyes that you loved very much, were wide with panic. Russian curses fell from her lips in rapid succession as her hands flurried over you.

“Y/n? Y/n!” she called out to you, her hand cupping your cheek. You couldn’t feel it. You gave her a weak smile, your teeth shiny and tinted red with your own blood.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your accent?” you choked out deliriously. You coughed again, some droplets of blood staining your chapped lips before a dribble of it ran down your chin.

She was shaking her head, her eyes filling with tears. “What happened?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer. From behind, the hunters jumped onto the balcony, and sprinted towards the compound with their weapons drawn. The one that shot you was at the forefront of the group, and he had his rifle pointed at Wanda. You had just enough strength to save her, and you looked into your girlfriend’s shiny, green eyes.

“I love you, Wands. And I’m sorry.”

Her eyes were widening at your words, but you were already moving as you drew on the last of your strength. You grabbed her by her shoulders, flipped her around in one smooth movement, and pressed her against the floor right as the hunter fired. You felt another explosion of pain in your body, and everything suddenly went dark as you collapsed.

***

Indiscernible and fractured scenes came to you as you floated in and out of consciousness. You heard Wanda’s screams. You heard more voices, some of them familiar. There were more sounds of fighting and struggling. There was a flash of red light. You swore that you saw a body being flung around. Shivers of ice coldness ate at your body, every breath you breathed more labored and sluggish than the last. Then, you felt pressure on your body. There were more flashes of light, but this time, from the ceiling as you were rushed down a hallway. When you turned your head to the side, you saw Wanda. She was covered in a little blood, but more than that, she was crying. Her lips were moving, her hand wrapped around yours. You could only hear hellish echoes of her voice, but you swore that she was telling you to hold on. How could you tell her that you were trying when your lips wouldn’t move, wouldn’t cooperate? You tried to squeeze her hand to let her know that you were still here, that you wouldn’t go anywhere, but you couldn’t feel that either. All you could do was succumb to the darkness once more as an oxygen mask was placed over your mouth. When you woke up again, the sounds of conundrum incased you. You were surrounded by Dr. Cho, Bruce, and Stephen. Dr. Cho had her hands overlapping each other and pressing rhythmically against your chest.

“We’re losing them!” you barely managed to hear.

Bruce had pads in his hands. He rubbed them together and you heard something power on, the deep whine of energy gathering somewhere beside you. Dr. Cho pulled away from you right when he yelled clear. Something cold touched your bare chest right as you lost consciousness again. You awoke. It could have been seconds, minutes, or days later. Your eyes flew wide open, and a gasp of air filled your lungs as your back arched. Immediately, a scream of pain shredded your throat as awareness slammed into you with the force of a speeding train.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

This time you heard her. Your panicked gaze turned to Wanda, who was crying hard and cupping your cheek with one hand.

“You’re okay,” she soothed tenderly. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

More agonized breaths sawed in and out of you as your vision blurred. You squeezed your eyes shut when another wave of pain drowned you alive, and you felt your tears spill down your cheeks. People were moving behind Wanda frantically and they were all covered in your blood as they rushed to stabilize you.

“Wanda, I’m dying,” you whimpered as you tried to open your eyes and look at her. Your entire body burned sickeningly. Sharp bouts of stabbing and searing pain lit your nerves on fire, and you couldn’t keep still as you writhed. “It feels like I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying,” she reassured you. “Let me do it, Stephen.”

He turned to look at you, his gaze full of sympathy before he gave her a single nod. Immediately, red magic blossomed to life around her fingertips. Those fingers then reached to your other cheek to cup it in warmth.

“Go to sleep, detka,” she murmured, her accent weaving around the words that you were compelled to obey.

Wanda watched as her magic washed over you, the red seeping into your skin before it manifested in your eyes. Red met red, her eyes meeting yours as magic emanated in both, and your breathing slowed. The pain was easing away from you, whether done so by Wanda or the morphine that was being injected into your IV, but your body slumped back in the bed and went slack.

“Don’t let me die, Wands,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering as they began to shut. “Please.”

“I’ll be right here, baby.”

It was all you heard before everything faded into nothing.

***

A kiss on your cheek and the rhythmic beeps of a machine next to you was what coaxed you awake. You took a deep breath, your head throbbing as your eyes fluttered. Already, the lighting in the room was dimmed, so when you forced your eyes open, all you had to do was blink away the blurriness. Wanda came into focus slowly, and you saw the dried tear tracks on her cheeks. Her eyes were horribly red, but not from her magic. She sniffled before she slightly leaned over you.

“Y/n?”

You gave her a groggy smile. “Hey there, baby girl,” you croaked.

Wanda smiled at the pet name, and this time, when she gently kissed you, she did so on your lips. It was wet from her tears, but you savored it all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered when she pulled away, but she shook her head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I promised that I would be safe and come back to you. I fucked up.”

She was already shaking her head, her hand cupping your cheek again. “You came back, and then you took a bullet for me, babe. I almost lost you.”

The moment she said it, you had a broken flash of memory flit through you where you heard Dr. Cho yell that they were losing you.

“I died, didn’t I?” you whispered, and all Wanda could do was nod before she broke, more sobs spilling from her. She mumbled something in Russian to herself, but then spoke to you.

“I was so fucking scared, Y/n. So goddamn scared. I really thought that I was going to lose you.”

Despite the pain it caused you, you gently leaned up, careful of the wires and needles attached to your arms, and pulled Wanda in for a hug. You remembered begging her to not let you die, and you shook your head at yourself. The words had been out of your mouth before you could think of them, not that you could. Your biggest fear, in that moment, was leaving her behind when you wanted to build a future with her. Wanda was your forever and ever. You buried your nose into her hair and inhaled. It smelled like her shampoo, and you let the scent fill you before you pulled back and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re not going to lose me, Wanda, not when there isn’t a force that can keep me from you. I am so in love with you.”

She pressed a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “I love you too, malysh. In every life and the next.”

Wanda laced her fingers through yours and held you close. From down the hall, you heard voices approach, and you looked at her with bewildered eyes.

“You had to know that the team was going to want to see you,” she said with a smile.

You chuckled and kissed the back of her hand. “Of course, of course.”

You wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by your family.

#ladies of marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #spidey!reader #graphic depictions of violence #graphic injuries #blood #angst #gunshots #stab wounds #near death experience #fluff #kisses #lgbtqia

[tildeathiwillwrite]

The Lodge

(Trials of the Six, Chapter 1 Scene 1)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 14 (2nd Iteration): (Alt) Amnesia, Poison

Whumpril Day 30 ("Out of Time")

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: unconsciousness, amnesia, fighting, blood, stab wounds, death, cornered, poison, headache, dizziness

So… fun fact: @whumperofworlds and I share a birth month! Hers was on the 11th, and mine is today! So in addition to Day 14’s contribution, here’s a snippet using one of the alt prompts for one of my personal favorite whump tropes: amnesia, with the first character I ever gave it to, Hiel.

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“Get up, kid.” A man’s voice, rough and distant.

“Come on, wake up!” A woman’s voice, soft and frantic.

A hard slap sent sharp pain across his face. His eyes snapped open. He lay on the floor of a wooden lodge, where a roaring hearth lit the scene with warm light. A woman crouched over him, exhaling in relief when his eyes opened.

“By the skies, Hiel! Don’t scare us like that!” She rocked back onto her heels, brushing red-blonde hair away from her face.

Hiel pushed himself into a seated position, dizzy. “What… what happened?” Something large and furry pushed against him, and he turned his head to find a giant cat, as long as he was tall, nudging his arm with her nose. He hesitantly petted the fur behind her head.

“When I get my hands on that woman, she’ll wish she’d never been born!” Hiel flinched at the sharp tone from someone he hadn’t noticed, a man with dark hair and beard who leaned over a table on the opposite end of the one-room lodge, arms folded. 

“Korfel,” the woman began, getting to her feet, “Elya is gone. No clue where, but we accomplish nothing dwelling on the past.”

The man’s name was Korfel. Why did Hiel not know that? Why didn’t he know his own name until the woman addressed him as Hiel? “What’s going on?”

The woman turned to him, surprise and confusion in her expression. “What do you mean?”

Hiel rubbed his aching temples. “I… I don’t know anything.”

“You mean you… don’t remember?” She cursed when he nodded hesitantly. “Now I want to murder a healer.”

Korfel scowled. “Just what we need,” he muttered angrily. “Can you still freeze things? Fight?”

“I freeze things?” The space behind Hiel’s eyes started throbbing. He pressed a hand to his eyes in a crude attempt to soothe the aching. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Probably a side effect of the "medicine"—" Jarsali traced air quotes around the word— "Elya gave you. You were out for several minutes before we noticed something was wrong.”

Hiel struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on a nearby chair. “Who are you people?” he demanded, panic rising.

The woman shifted away from him slightly, unnerved. “Well, I’m Jarsali. The angry one is Korfel. You’re Hiel, and the giant fanged simoldon is Nial, your pet… cat…thing?”

She was about to say something else before the door burst open. Two people ran inside. A pale man with blue hair was first, heavily favoring his leg. Right behind him was a dark-skinned woman who slammed the door behind her. They both carried packs that seemed to have been filled in a hurry.

Korfel shoved a chair under the knob. “I asked you to get supplies, not have the whole town up in arms!”

The woman held her hands up defensively. “They attacked us first!” She flinched at the look Korfel gave her and the blue-haired man. Muffled shouting came from outside the lodge, and Hiel realized that asking who these new people were right now was not the best move.

The door shook as someone from the other side kicked it. Korfel cursed under his breath and grabbed a curved sword from where it had rested on the table. The new woman tossed her bag on the floor and drew a thin obsidian knife, and Jarsali snatched up a quarterstaff from where it leaned against the wall.

The chair splintered with a crack, and the door flew open, sending it across the room and narrowly missing Hiel. Warriors in leather armor brandishing spears poured inside, engaging the defenders. Korfel charged those in front, knocking spears aside and slashing wildly at their owners.

Jarsali swung her staff at the leg of the closest warrior with such speed Hiel briefly lost track of it. With a sickening snap, the warrior collapsed to the floor, moaning and clutching his broken knee. Nial used his body as a springboard to get to the one behind him, claws out and snarling viciously.

Hiel backed away, feeling incredibly useless. Even if he remembered how to fight, there was no way he’d be able to do any good in this state. He noticed that the blue-haired man hung back as well, though he seemed like he’d be more formidable even with his injured leg.

A warrior somehow got past the combined strength of Jarsali, Korfel, and Nial. He charged straight at Hiel, who stumbled away so the chair he was leaning on was between him and the attacker. The warrior kicked aside the chair with ease and charged.

Before he could get any closer, the woman with the knife darted inside his reach and thrust it into a seam in his armor. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound. The woman was relentless, pressing him back and baiting him. The warrior overextended his spear, and the woman slipped within his reach, driving her knife through his throat. He collapsed, blood bubbling from the fatal wound.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she passed him, wiping her knife off with her skirt and dashing towards the wall. She ran her fingers across the wooden panels, searching for something. Hiel picked up a leg from the broken chair and watched her curiously, keeping a wary eye on the battle.

The woman tapped along the seams between panels, eyes narrowed. Another warrior got past the others and ran straight for the woman, whose back was to him. He would have stabbed her through the heart with his spear, but he instead inexplicably flew backward, right into the spear of one of his allies. 

Korfel quickly finished them both off with a well-placed slash. “We're out of time, Raiann!” he shouted as he engaged another.

“Almost!” Raiann dug her knife in between two panels and pried one away, revealing sunlight and a snow-covered landscape. A river flowed nearby, with a boat moored to a small dock. The boat’s sail was tied down, it wasn't going anywhere quickly. A cold wind gusted through the opening as Raiann pulled off another board and sheathed her blade. “We’ve got to go!”

The blue-haired man limped past Raiann and stumbled over the threshold of the impromptu back door. She caught his arm and helped him down, taking on some of his weight and half-dragging him towards the boat. Hiel glanced at the warriors trying to force their way to the front, unable to get past Jarsali or Korfel.

“They’re escaping out the back!” One of them shouted, seeing the opening.

Korfel cursed and retreated. The tip of his blade dropped to the ground, and he reached out his hand. The ground below their feet rumbled as his expression calmed, but his eyes burned with anger.

Nial sprang back towards Hiel and stood before him protectively. Hiel hesitated for only a second before staggering towards the opening in the wall. With a light “mrrp?” noise, Nial leaped through onto the snow after him. Hiel shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as the giant cat accompanied his stumbling steps to the boat that bobbed in the river.

He clambered on the boat and leaned heavily on the railing, the dizziness returning in full force. Nial moved to his side and settled down next to him. Jarsali, staff in hand, leaped onto the deck and dropped it with a clatter onto the deck. She shoved a bundle of heavy cloth at Hiel as she faced the stern. “As soon as Korfel gives the signal, be ready to move this rig!”

Hiel unfolded the heavy cloth to find it was a thick coat. He pulled it on gratefully and opened his mouth to thank Jarsali. But before the words could form, the lodge shuddered violently.

The small boat rocked as the water began to swirl around. Hiel flinched and grasped at the side of the boat for dear life as Korfel appeared through the opening, running at a full sprint to the boat.

He threw himself over the railing and shouted something unintelligible as the lodge shook like an earthquake was assaulting it. The sounds of rushing water filled Hiel’s ears, and the boat suddenly accelerated, moving downstream at an impossible speed. The last glimpse Hiel had of the lodge before it was out of sight was the walls collapsing in on itself, warriors fleeing the falling building.

@fourwingedsnake @whumpril @pigeonwhumps

#happy birthday to me #one year closer to death #trials of the six #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump alt #amnesia #poison #whumpril2024 #whumprilday30 #“We're out of time” #hiel fillius #jarsali forctus #korfel domin #raiann ignis #aquilar puer-maris #unconsciousness #fighting #blood #stab wounds #death #cornered #headache #dizziness #niall tos #giant cat #sabertooth tiger #escape #earth magic #water magic #knife wounds

[random-fandom-whump]

Daredevil S01E02 ↳ RFW's Favorite Daredevil Whump Moments (✚)

#daredevil #whumpedit #mcuedit #matt murdock #charlie cox #stabbed #blood #unconscious #gore #stab wounds #waking up #claire temple #ep: cut man #daredevil 1x02 #field care #assessment #no hospitals #pulse checking

[gollygee-mr-universe]

“ 𝚂𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 “

Another gift for @shadale-s-safe-space, credit them for the use of Pixie & show them the love they deserve.

lol Hunter ain’t too fond of Pixie’s “private photoshoots”, especially after a shitty altercation.

#Murder Drones #murder drones oc #gift art #submissions #gore #blood #mild gore #bullet holes #stab wounds #torn fabric #sorry if it's lazy my sleep schedule got bench pressed again

[ashintheairlikesnow]

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

[beth--b]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Ever since Steve had come face to face with a demogorgon in the Byers house in 1983 he had dreamed about ways he might die. Most of them involved monsters.

After being tortured by Russians under Starcourt Mall, a slow and painful death had also featured high on the list.

Then there was Vecna. Broken limbs, more monsters, a snapped neck had all made regular appearances. 

Not once had he thought he would die in an alley behind Family Video on a Saturday afternoon.

X

The day had started off normally enough, he'd had the open shift at Family Video, the morning a mind numbing bar of rewinding videos and shelving returns. There had been a bit of a rush just before Robbyn clocked on at 12 and then the day had picked up a little. It was about 15 minutes until he was done for the day when Eddie wandered in, Max in tow.

In the months that had passed since Vecna had been defeated Eddie and Max had bonded. They had spent time together recovering in the hospital from their injuries and ever since they had become close. Of course Steve and Eddie had also grown closer, the pair both confessing their feelings after weeks of dancing around one another.

Read it on ao3 here

As Eddie approached, Max wandered off to browse the shelves, probably looking for something to watch with Lucas later.

"Hey Stevie, ready for our movie night? Picked something out yet?" Eddie said, leaning on the counter and letting his fingertips brush against Steve's hand.

Steve glanced at their hands, hiding a small grin by ducking his head down before answering.

"Yes, I am ready. No, I haven't yet. Why don't you just pick something out while I finish up?" 

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, "You know you work at a video store yeah? How can you not have something you want to watch?"

"Exactly, I work at a video store and there are movies on all day, you can pick," Steve shrugged as he rounded the counter, the bin near the door was empty so he was going to empty it and change out the bag before he clocked off for the day. "Just let me put this in the dumpster out back and while I do you can get us a movie, grab one for Max too if she wants. I'll be back in like 2 minutes," tying the bag off he headed back behind the counter and through to the back of the store.

Propping the back door open he headed to the dumpster out back and threw the bag in. He turned back to go inside just as a guy who looked a little older than Steve came stumbling into the alley.

"Hey man, you should get out of here," Steve called, standing between the open back door and the guy who was now approaching, a scared but determined look on his face. 

"You work here?" the guy indicated the open door and Steve's work vest.

"What do you want man? Nothing back here but garbage."

"Get me the money from the register," the guy started, but as soon as Steve started to move towards the door he seemed to realise that there was nothing to stop Steve locking the door behind him. "Fuck - no I mean…just gimme your wallet!"

Steve eyed the guy warily, he seemed to be on something, he was scattered and looked ready to either jump Steve and run through the open back door, or run away. Steve hoped it was the latter.

He had all of ten dollars on him, stuffed into his pocket to pay for Eddie and Max's movies. With Eddie, Robin and Max all inside he knew he couldn't let this guy get past him. 

When Steve hesitated the guy pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.

Steve raised both hands, trying to calm the man who was moving steadily closer, knife still clutched tightly in one hand. He slowly moved his left hand to his pocket and pulled out the crumpled bill.

."Here man, just take it and go. Nobody needs to get hurt," Steve held the money out and the man lurched forward to snatch it from his hand.

The guy looked at the money, looked at Steve and eyed the back door to Family Video. 

Seemingly coming to a decision the man rushed forward, pushing Steve into the wall as he did. 

Three things happened at once.

Steve felt a burning pain in his chest as the switchblade was shoved into his chest, his assailant seemed to come to his senses at the sight of blood and began to panic, and Eddie came to the backdoor, calling Steve's name playfully.

The man who had stabbed Steve, let go of both Steve and the knife and bolted back down the alley. Eddie stuck his head out of the open door, and at the sight of Steve holding a hand around the hilt of a knife still stuck in his chest, he stumbled in shock,crying out Steve’s name, before quickly finding his footing and rushing towards his injured boyfriend. 

As Eddie reached his side, Steve felt his knees buckle, sliding down the brick wall behind him as Eddie helped control the fall.

Steve could see Eddie's lips moving, feel the pressure of his hands against the wound in his chest. He was vaguely aware of Eddie calling for help, telling Robin to call 911.

He tried to focus on Eddie's voice, on Eddie's face.

Steve lifted a trembling hand and tried to brush away the tears he could now see running down Eddie's face. He frowned when red streaks were left behind instead.

"Don't…don't cry Eds. It'll be…be ok," Steve mumbled.

He was so tired.

Why was he so tired?

He was cold too, maybe Eddie would lend him his jacket.

"Cold," he breathed, voice hardly loud enough to hear.

Eddie heard though and pressed his forehead against Steve's.

"Sorry Stevie, we'll get you warmed up soon as we can. I promise."

Then Eddie was gone and someone else was there, asking him his name, what happened. Steve couldn't find it in himself to answer. He was so tired and he was freezing and he hurt. He let himself drift and then he let himself fall.

X

Steve woke in increments.

He was aware of voices speaking to him, he couldn't seem to remember who the voices belonged to but he knew they were people he cared about. People who cared about him.

He wanted to tell them he was alright but he couldn't seem to speak.

The voices faded out and he slept once more.

The next time he was a little more aware. He heard someone speaking to him and was able to recognise the voice as belonging to Eddie. 

There was a hand holding onto his, he tried to squeeze it but he wasn't sure he managed more than a twitch.

Eddie's voice changed, grew louder in volume. Steve tried to open his eyes but they were so heavy. He hardly managed a flutter before he was pulled back into the darkness.

The third time Steve became aware of his surroundings he knew this time would be different. This time he could hear the beep of machinery in the room, the pinch of a cannula in his hand, a dull aching in his chest.

It felt like the hardest thing he'd ever done but he managed to open his eyes, wincing at the bright lighting of the hospital room.

His mouth was dry, and there was something under his nose, oxygen he vaguely recognised.

He turned his head and was surprised to see that nobody else was there. He remembered hearing voices. Hearing Eddie.

He felt sleep tugging at him, he was so tired just from looking around the room, but he fought to stay awake. He knew he was losing the battle when the door opened and Eddie walked in.

He had his head down, dark hair obscuring his face from Steve but it was enough for Steve to force himself awake a little longer.

"Eds," he called softly, voice hoarse.

Eddie looked up and dropped the book he'd been carrying, face lighting up as he rushed to Steve's side.

"Stevie, you're awake!" Eddie moved to hug the younger man but stopped himself at the last second, settling for a soft kiss pressed to the top of Steve's head. 

"Mm yeah, tired though," Steve mumbled.

"I know but we should call the nurse, let them know you're awake," Eddie explained, grabbing Steve's hand and squeezing while pressing the call button for the nurse with his free hand.

Steve tried to stay awake but by the time the nurse came he was so groggy with sleep he couldn't really answer her questions. He was out before she finished checking him over.

After a few more brief moments of waking, Steve woke up the next morning feeling far more coherent. 

"Morning sunshine," Eddie greeted when Steve opened his eyes.

"Hmm g'morning. What time's it?" Steve asked, reaching for Eddie with the hand not hooked up to an IV.

Eddie held on tightly before pressing a kiss to the palm of Steve's hand.

"Little after nine. Got here as soon as the nurses would let me in. You gave us all a hell of a scare."

"S’rry, didn't mean to," Steve said with a quirk of his brow.

Eddie leaned in to press his forehead against Steve's, a whispered 'I know' passing the metal head's lips.

Hearing the door begin to open, Eddie reluctantly pulled away. A nurse came in to check Steve over and change the dressing on his chest. The bed was raised so Steve was half upright and propped against several pillows.

While she fiddled with the IV, and asked about his pain levels, Steve stayed focused on Eddie, letting the older boy ramble about everyone who had visited in the past few days while Steve had been unconscious. 

Once the nurse had done all she needed and confirmed a doctor would be by later the two were alone again.

"So what exactly happened?" Steve finally asked.

"You don't remember?" Eddie's brow furrowed in concern.

Steve shook his head then nodded before finally settling on a half shrug.

"Kinda? I mean I know some jackass stabbed me but not much beyond that."

Eddie nodded and finally went to retrieve the book he had dropped when he'd arrived. Stalling the inevitable discussion. Finally unable to drag it out any longer 

"Well you are right about being stabbed. Hopper caught the guy too, was off his tree and trying to get money for his next fix. Not sure if that makes it better or worse. Anyway, you got stabbed on the right side of your chest, luckily not the left or you probably wouldn't be here talking to me," Eddie paused, taking a deep breath before he continued, "You lost a lotta blood baby. Blade knicked your lung and you went into shock. I thought I was gonna lose you."

Steve leaned forward as much as he could, tugging at Eddie, trying to pull his shaking boyfriend into his arms. Eddie moved into Steve's embrace and let himself be pulled onto the bed. Careful not to jostle Steve, Eddie moved so he was beside the younger boy, leaning his head against Steve's left shoulder.

Once Eddie had calmed down he finally started speaking again.

"Anyway, once you were at the hospital you were taken into surgery, the wound was repaired and so was the internal damage. They doped you up to keep you calm and asleep for the first couple of days before slowly letting you wake up. I guess they didn't want you to undo what they fixed. Yesterday I noticed you twitching your fingers and you finally started waking up. You still have lots of healing to do though, but me and the kids and Buckley, we'll be there for you. Promise."

Steve turned his head so he could press a hiss to the top of Eddie's head. It had clearly been a difficult few days for his boyfriend while he'd slept on unaware.

"I'm alright now Eds. Or well, maybe not alright yet, but I will be."

"Robin will be here soon. Want to get some sleep?"

"Not yet. What book did you bring?" Steve asked, gesturing to the book Eddie had placed on the chair beside the bed.

"Oh, it's The Neverending Story. Wasn't sure how awake you'd be."

"Can you read it to me?" Steve asked, settling back into the pillows.

"Of course," Eddie moved enough to pick the book up before settling down beside Steve once more and opening the book.

Steve closed his eyes and let himself relax, letting Eddie's voice soothe him and drown out the beeping of monitors and the general noise of the hospital outside the room. He'd nearly lost his life because of a simple case of wrong time, wrong place, now he intended to enjoy the time he had with the person he loved.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday20 #steddie #steve harrington whump #hurt steve harrington #stab wounds #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #my fics #tw stab wound #tw hospital #happy ending

[co5oo]

wanted to do a grosstober thingy and failed this is the only prompt (i did 2) worth posting

#metalocalypse #dethklok #lmfaoooooo #mobius artus #attempt at inktober #blood #stab wounds #every time my art gets uglier i grow 3 strands of beautiful strong shiny hair

[onlyhurtforaminute]

DARK FORTRESS-SELF MUTILATION

#DARK FORTRESS #BLACK METAL; #HEAVY METAL; #METAL #MELODIC BLACK METAL #STAB WOUNDS #2004 ALBUM #Youtube

[neonpaperlanterns]

Addicted to this Chapter two

Chapter two: Upon First Contact

[Part One] [Part Three]

So things hadn’t turned out exactly how Felix expected. She didn’t act in the way he had desired or how he had grown used to. It was frustrating. It was annoying. It was… It was intriguing. 

What was the saying? No plan survives initial contact with the enemy? 

Yeah sure that sounds right. Probably. He has never had this problem before. Everything he does always goes perfectly. Always.

But here he is. Outside of Charlie’s office once again ready with a different idea. Okay so maybe it’s just like the first idea. But this time it’s a new injury and this time no one got the drop on him. He was just being so damn heroic and took a knife to the shoulder for some rando New Republic soldier. 

They had sung his praise. Telling him if there was anything they could do to repay him just let them know. 

Ah to be appreciated.

Now he just needed the good doctor to appreciate him as well. Which he knew she would because he just let himself get stabbed. He deserved to be fawned over by that pretty little medic. 

But when he was helped into her office by that starry eyed drone he was met with a less than impressed stare.

Alright so this was off to not the best start but he could recover. 

“You got hurt again.” Charlie sounded tired as she cleaned the wound. He wanted to tell himself that she was concerned about him but really she just seemed disappointed.

“I would expect someone like you to be more careful.” Felix winced as she carefully began to stitch his skin back together. Really he envied Locus sometimes. He got to work with the ones with the advanced armor and medical equipment. While he was stuck in a dingy hole with nothing better than needle and thread.

Though he was sure Locus didn’t have a one Doctor Charlotte Rose so really he had the better end of the deal.

“Well I couldn’t just let…” He paused, who was that person again? They probably told him their name but he just couldn’t be bothered to remember.

“Evans?” Charlie supplied as she began working on the front of his shoulder. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. It was adorable to see her so focused. 

“Yeah Evans. I couldn’t just let him get hurt.” Her eyes darted up and he was given another fleeting glance of being everything to her. 

God he was going to chase this feeling. 

“I suppose.” She was frowning as she cut off the excess thread. He watched as she placed the slightly bloodied needle on a metal tray and peeled off her gloves. She had long slim fingers with faint scars littering her left hand. 

He wanted to touch them.

“Alright you’re all patched up. Come back in about two weeks and I will remove the stitches. Until then please go easy on your shoulder.” She was turned away from him washing her hands. She was so very thorough, it was cute. Sliding up to her side he leaned against the counter and cocked an eyebrow.

“And what if I come back sooner?” Charlie pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked away from him. A heavy sigh left her as her shoulders slumped.

“Are you planning on getting injured again?” She settled into her chair behind the desk and rested her head in her hands. She looked tired and like she didn’t want him here. Which couldn’t possibly be true. He was just seeing things.

“No but-” She cut him off with another sigh.

“Felix if you are not in need of medical assistance then do not waste my time.” He felt his stomach drop to the floor. Waste her time? He was not wasting her time. He was elevating it! His mere presence gave the lessers hope that there would be a better tomorrow. How could he possibly be wasting her time?

HOW!

“Excuse me?” His voice came out oddly quiet as he approached her.

“I have more important things to deal with than you.” Oh that was harsh. That was uncalled for. That was just utterly untrue. He was important, he was the only reason this rebellion is managing anything.

He was fucking important.

Felix paused in his approach as he saw fear flicker across Charlie’s face. He tilted his head to the side as he watched her try and collect herself. 

“Leave.�� Her voice came out shaky. Well wasn’t that just adorable. He had to control his expression. While he had to say Charlie looked good all wide eyed and afraid he didn’t want that. He wanted her to look at him as if he was the answer to every question and doubt she ever had. 

When he had her worshiping him on her knees he would play with that fear but not right now.

Letting out a sigh of his own he turned his gaze to the ground. Swallowing thickly he ran his hand through his hair.

“Okay I’ll leave.” He spoke as softly as he could muster. Glancing back up at her he blinked a few times. His eyes became glassy as he hurried out of the infirmary. He will give her a few days, let her racing heart calm before he comes back. He’s sure when she has had time to think about what she has done she’ll feel guilty. He’s done so much for this lost cause, he doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.

So he just had to work a little harder. Which was fine. Felix didn’t mind the challenge.

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb felix #original female character #felix x oc #stab wounds #manipulation #i am having so much fun with this #obsessives behaviors #massive ego #felix thinks it's kinda cute when Charlie is afraid #that's not normal my man

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Getting Stabbed Hurts, Who'd have thought? (Magician's Bait, Part 6)

Whumpril Day 22 (Stoicism Breaks), Day 27 ("Please don't go")

Whumpril Prompts List

Tales from Valaria Masterpost

first part | <- previous part

TW: stab wounds, stitches mention, disorientation, death mention, burns mention, dizziness

Context: Reese wakes up after passing out to find Luc binding her wounds. Damian is okay (for now).

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Reese’s head pounded like her skull was being used as a child’s drum set. Everything else was numb, but her head spun even before she opened her eyes. She lay face down, head resting against something hard and cold. Her arms were limp at her sides, and her left side throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

She lethargically turned her head and stared blankly ahead, prodding her tired mind to focus on her surroundings. The catacomb entrance… I’m at the catacomb entrance. We made it out… but how…?

Two people were seated on the ground opposite her, a woman with curly red hair pulled back into a braid and a man with wavy black hair. Both were facing away from her, and the woman was… painting the man’s arm?

Caiya… that’s Caiya Ebony. She must be painting healing runes of some sort. And he’s the prince. Why had it taken her so long to realize—?

“Reese?”

She blinked, eyes flicking to her left, where she found Luc. He knelt at her side, pressing something onto her back. Bandages?

Luc’s smile looked forced. “How… how are you feeling?”

She groaned softly. “Remind me… never get into a knife fight with a magician. Never again.”

“The wound looks worse than it is,” he said softly, “I had to give you emergency stitches. We would’ve gotten you some healing runes too, but, y’know….”

“How’d you spin that to Caiya?”

Luc scowled. “She hasn’t stopped fussing over His Highness since he dragged you out of the tunnel. You were both in pretty bad shape, he’s malnourished and weakened, but you were the one who was unconscious. He tried to get her to help you first, if it helps.”

Reese made to push herself upright, but Luc stopped her. “Hold on, let me help you.” He slowly lifted her from the ground and propped her against a nearby wall. “I need to finish tying your bandages, and then we can get you something to prevent infection.”

She hissed through her teeth at a sudden spike of pain from the wound in her back. “Do you have anything that can stop the pain?”

“Nothing that I haven’t already given you.”

Silence presided between them for a few minutes while Luc wound the bandages around Reese’s torso. She listened idly to snatches of the conversation between Damian and Caiya while ignoring the throbbing in her head and the twinging in her back.

“I told you, Caiya,” Damian said patiently, “she said her name was Natali Tallis.”

“And need I tell you,” Caiya snapped, “that ‘Natali Tallis’ died nearly a decade ago? Her body was burned and mangled almost beyond recognition due to a backfire in her rune structure.”

Damian sighed and took a cautious sip of water. “But can you deny that the description matches? Is it possible that she faked her death somehow?”

Caiya froze mid-stroke, her brush dripping ink onto the ground. She flicked her wrist, finishing the rune with a quick and precise stroke before putting the brush away with a huff. “I was there, Your Highness. I was the one who had to check her pulse to declare if she was dead.” 

She exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers to her temples. “Now can you see why I find it so hard to believe she had lived?”

Damian stared at her for a long moment. He took a deep breath and glanced at the rune she’d drawn on his forearm. The cuts left on his wrist from the rough ropes had closed, leaving only faint scars. “Who’s to say she died from the knife to the heart, then?”

Impossible.

Luc glanced over at the pair. “Should we go and check, if you’re not certain?”

“I don’t know,” Damian said softly, “you never really know with Stalkers, do you—?”

“It’s not possible,” Reese stated.

“But—”

“It’s not!” she snapped, wincing. “I stabbed her through the heart, yes. But any healing runes she might have used, written or spoken, would not have worked. She wounded me with the knife first. I then pierced her heart using the same knife. That knife was dripping with my own blood. It would have weakened, if not completely nullified her magic. She didn’t survive.”

Damian nodded in understanding, but Caiya frowned in confusion.

“Was that why you got stabbed?!” Luc hissed under his breath as he tied the loose ends of the bandages together, securing the binding.

“You think I meant to get stabbed?”

“I seem to recall our first lesson being ‘Don’t Get Stabbed, Reese’.”

Reese snorted and immediately regretted it. “Ow….”

Luc slowly rose to his feet, the concern evident on his face. “Do you think you can stand? We should get you home.”

She stared at him for a long moment before seizing his arm and hauling herself up, ignoring the way the wound in her back throbbed as she moved the damaged muscles. Her head spun, and Reese tightened her grip on Luc’s arm even as he grabbed her shoulder to stabilize her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered, “I’ve been through worse.”

He sighed. “If you really think you’re alright, I should escort the prince home before anything else happens.”

Reese blinked. “I….”

Luc started to step away, but she stopped him. “Please… please don’t go and leave me alone.”

“You sure? Because if you’re not feeling up to it I can—”

“I’m sure.” She took a step forward, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth. “I just… I don’t know. I just don’t want to be left alone.”

Luc nodded in understanding. “Of course. I can have an experienced doctor reevaluate your stitches at the palace.” He smiled reassuringly. “Not that I don’t trust my own work… but I have to admit my hands were shaky.”

Damian rose to his feet, Caiya quickly following suit. He joined them near the wall, absently rubbing at the scars on his wrists. The ink on his arm was fading as the magic did its work. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I can take on a sang with nothing but my bare hands,” Reese said sarcastically.

He grinned. “I’d like to see that fight.”

Luc made a face. “I wouldn’t. But my money’s on the sang.”

“It’s your money,” Damian said, chuckling. “Your apprentice fought well against Natali, despite the injury. You should be very proud.”

Reese held up a hand. “Uh… I’m not his apprentice.” She glanced at Luc. “Right?”

The Watcher raised his eyebrows in an expression of reluctant agreement. “Well… he’s not wrong… and I might’ve slipped a few of Hector’s lessons into our training sessions… wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

She punched him in the shoulder. “I’m sure Father’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“Celestials, he’s gonna kill me when he finds out about what I asked you to do.”

Reese shrugged. “Hey, I agreed to do it. Just tell him I volunteered so he blames me rather than you. But the Watcher’s apprentice thing? Dunno.”

Luc sighed through his nose. “Let’s burn that bridge when it comes to it, okay? Right now we need to be getting somewhere safer than just outside the catacombs.”

Damian nodded. “Of course, Watcher.”

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @whumpril

Thank you for reading this whump ficlet! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :3

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[high-functioning-cosplayer]

Made a cake for Tumblr's favourite holiday ☺️

Happy Ides to those who celebrate 🗡️🗡️

#ides of march #julius ceaser #ceaser #brutus #march 15th #cake #fake gore #yes there are 23 stab wounds

[intergalacticinsect]

Update on the stab wound: I’ve decided I’m done being a little bitch about it and I am simply no longer injured.

#stab wounds #fuck it we ball #i’ll live #probably #one of my other conditions will probably take me out before a flesh wound does #oh yeah I forgot to mention #I’m very chronically ill lmao

[alyneria]

*stabs you*

*bleeds to death cutely*

#cute #dead #stab wounds #cute bleeding #how do i use tumblr #someone please help what the hell are tags

[laffy-taffy-creations]

This is for dayyyyy 15!

This was cross-posted on AO3 here

Some Wounds Can't Be Healed

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,253

Warnings: near death, stab wounds, past human experimentation, mentioned kidnapping, child abuse, child trauma, ptsd

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"I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself."

"OV! You have a stab wound through your godsdamned gut! You are not doing this mission without help!" Kiri shouted at me.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone."

"Absolutely not! I know you're the only one that can hack their servers, but-"

I cut him off with a punch to a wall that left some cracks in the concrete. He flinched back.

"Okay, I get that you're strong and can handle yourself, but you still-"

"Zip it. I do not need your help on this. You can follow me if you feel like it but no interfering, got it?"

He nodded enthusiastically, all too willing to follow me into danger's door. Probably hoping to at least keep me away from death's door.

----《 ¤ 》----

He followed me through the base wincing each time I did at any aggravation to the injury, but ultimately followed my directions and didn't interfere.

I picked the lock to the server room and got us in, immediately sensing a trap. 'There's a trap here somewhere, be on your toes.'

The whole thing was as close to a wet dream as I'd probably get being an ace tech nerd. So many servers and racks of information, all ready for the taking…

Focus. You're here to hack the servers and get the required information, nothing else…

The interface was like something from a movie, several large screens up against one of the walls. I found the keyboard and started up the system, tapping away at a password by-pass and navigating through the files to find the required information.

"You're pretty quick at that…"

"For someone who has a stab through their gut?" I mocked.

I got out my flash drive, the wrong one, and uploaded Donovan into the systems, making sure he was secure enough to continue his own upload via wireless connection before removing it and switching it out for the right drive this time.

I put the desired information on it and turned off the interface.

"I told you, it wouldn't be that big a deal. It's just a simple stab wound. Seriously, we're pros now, you have had years of first hand experience with how indestructible I am."

"That doesn't mean you can be reckless! You still need someone just in case if you have a major injury."

"A stab wound to my gut is not a major injury."

"YES THE FUCK IT IS!"

"Is not."

"Blackout, NOBODY BUT YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A GASH LIKE THAT WITHOUT IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION."

"That's an 'everyone else' problem then."

"Don't you dare say you're 'built different'-"

"I'm just built different from all you hoes. Now c'mon, we need to get going. Just because it doesn't impede me doesn't mean it doesn't fucking hurt."

"I am going to hit you with a book once you're better."

I started walking back the way we came. "I'd like to see you try-"

A knife through my throat cut me off for 2 reasons. 1, it was now blocking my ability to speak, and 2, even if it wasn't it shocked me enough where I would've stopped anyway.

"VEE!"

I knew there was a fucking trap!

I staggered a little bit, but managed to keep my composure.

For the sake of not being questioned I should have at least fake passed out if not fake died temporarily, but instead I decided to take out the knife, angry as fuck and ready to bash in the skull of whoever threw it at me.

"Show yourself you coward!" I shouted as best I could.

I heard my attacker from the other side of the door. "How the fuck-"

"I SAID SHOW YOURSELF BITCH!"

I charged at the doorway where it'd been thrown from.

Part of the wall cracked and crumbled where I ended up hitting it, and the villain that dared to poke the already wounded and angry bear began to recoil. Apparently me surviving a knife to the throat was not in their plan.

I tackled them and locked their wrists in some power-blocking cuffs, before my adrenaline began to leave me and the sheer agony almost made me pass out.

Kiri was right behind me, catching me before I hit anything and dragged me off the incapacitated villain. He fix the bandages on my stomach that got messed up somehow and cut part off, securing it around my neck.

"I'm telling you Vee, shit like this is why you need a back-up."

I groaned as he called in for some help and picked me up, carrying me out of the building.

"Don't you dare hand me off to those bastards."

"Vee, you can make demands once you're not on the brink of passing out."

"I'm fine."

"No, no you're not."

Painful as it was, I resituated myself a bit to punch him in the arm. It was weak, but even my version of weak ended up being relatively strong when I had some control over myself.

"You punching me does nothing."

"Fuuuck, fine, but just don't hand me off to the medics. I don't like dealing with questions."

"The medics are the reason you're still standing."

"Newsflash, the medics aren't the ones that healed me after every dire situation you've seen me in."

He paused. "I'm still handing you over to them."

"No the fuck you're not."

"...I'll bite, if the medics haven't been healing you, who has?"

"Me."

"Vee."

"I'm not fucking joking. Put me down, I'll prove it."

----《 ¤ 》----

I hissed at the feeling of undoing the bandages. The fact I really needed to get rid of them did nothing to soothe the agitation it caused my body.

Kiri waited patiently until I'd fully uncovered the wound. "Okay, now what?"

I took a deep breath in and focused my energy towards the first of the extra quirks that had been forced onto me. A ball of green light formed around my palm and I held it up to the wound.

He watched in awe as it sealed itself up and I sighed in relief.

"How long have you been hiding that from everyone?" He asked in an accusatory tone.

"How long have you known me?" I shot back, undoing the hastily done wrap around my neck. After I healed that I picked up both the bandages to be thrown in the trash.

"Vee… this really doesn't seem like something you should be hiding."

"How so?"

"It just… we're you're friends, knowing you have a healing quirk would be not only beneficial as friends, but also useful, y'know?"

"No, I don't know how sharing extra-personal information is helpful to people."

"What exactly makes it so extra-personal? It's just another quirk, is it not?"

No, because I got it through being experimented on. No, because it was forced upon me. No, because I was kidnapped to have it. No, because it's not the only one I was forced to have. No, because it has major ties to my trauma.

"No," I answered.

"Well then explain it to me. I don't care how messy it is. Just tell me."

What do I tell him? Do I talk about the kidnapping? The child-abuse? The need to grow up way to quickly? The need to fend for myself starting at 9? The way I was treated? Which of the pro-heroes did this?

"I-it… it was…" I started, before I started to cry. He was quick to pull me into a hug.

I never finished that sentence.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #suppressed suffering #im fine #lyric #my hero academia #near death #stab wounds #past human experimentation #mentioned kidnapping #child abuse #child trauma #ptsd #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writers #creative writing #my writing #emotional whump #whump community #whump scene #whump writing #whump writer #whump #oc: ov

[nerdpoe]

Damian didn't mean to. But looking at the horror on Batman's face, he also knows it doesn't matter.

Someone had managed to sneak up on him, immediately after a fight.

Damian, exhausted and wounded and ever so slightly drugged by fear toxin, reacted.

He'd spun around and run his katana through the attacker-but it wasn't an attacker. It was a civilian, who was staring down at the sword in his chest with a stunned expression.

The civilian looked up, blue eyes meeting Damian's through the mask.

"I was just..." The man trails off, dropping the first-aid kid he'd been carrying.

Damian knows his time as Robin is over.

Danny, on the other hand, can already feel his healing factor trying to kick in, and just needs to figure out how to convince Robin to remove the Katana so it can work without letting Batman know he's a meta.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #stabbing tw #wound tw #danny doesn't know about signal #since he works night shift #and just got to gotham #so he doesn't know the whole 'no metas allowed' thing is just a rumor

[lucdoodle]

bro is straight up NOT having a good time

#to redraw this scene i noticed that in the show charlie doesn't stabs him in the arm #but in the side of his chest #and the the blood just overflowed to stain his (close to the wound) sleeve #that's wild #hazbin hotel #adam #charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel adam #tw: stabbing #tw: blood #myart