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hurtmyfavsthanks · 1 year

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Whumpril day 24

(secrets, under duress, “what have you done?”)

Civilian hadn't betrayed Villain for the sake of the city. Why would they have? They didn’t love the city, couldn’t care less about the people in it or the corrupt men that ran it. Why would they throw a low class villain under the bus, putting a target on their own back, for the sake of the city?

And, more importantly, they cared about Villain. They’d loved Villain before they’d become a villain, not because of their powers, but because of who they were. Them realizing how corrupt the city was, them deciding to do something about it, had only made Civilian love them more. And if everyone called them a villain, then Civilian was happy to love a villain.

So no, they hadn't betrayed Villain for the city. But they had betrayed Villain.

Civilian watched as Villain was dragged away in chains, still wearing their civilian outfit.

A crowd had begun to form, with passerbys staring at Villain like they were some form of entertainment. It was infuriating.

To the crowd, Villain probably looked unbothered by their arrest. But the stiffness in their shoulders, the way they doggedly refused to look anywhere but straight ahead, made their distress clear to Civilian. They wondered if Villian suspected what they’d done.

"You did good today."

Civilian tried not to flinch as a hand landed firmly on their shoulder. Hero's obnoxiously loud voice rang in their ears. They didn't turn to look.

"It took a lot of courage to disclose Villain's plans to us," Hero continued, loud enough for the crowd to hear. "You're truly an inspiration to us all." They wanted nothing more than to punch the so-called hero square in the face, but Civilian knew that’d only earn them a broken hand. They ignored Hero instead.

Hero sighed and leaned towards Civilian’s ear, voice lowering to a whisper. "Nobody learns about our little deal, okay?," the sheer smugness in Hero's voice put Civilian's teeth on edge. "You keep quiet and everyone walks away from this in one piece." Hero gave their shoulder a pat, using just enough force to make the unspoken threat clear. Civilian didn't speak.

They couldn't help but shiver as Hero walked away. They had betrayed Villain, but for good reason. The things Hero had said, the things Hero had threatened to do to them both, were too much. There were far worse things than prison.

That fact didn't stop the tears that fell from their eyes the moment they got home.

#whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 24 #bad hero #villain whumpee #villain x civillian #betrayal #my stuff #villain x civilian

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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Summary: Bucky’s girlfriend is sick and in a lot of pain. He just wants to make her feel better.

Warnings: pet names, COVID, sickfic, fluff

Word Count: 655

Prompt: Ache, Massage Waiting Room, Needle

A/N: day 4 of Whumpril by @whumpril

Every breath gave way to a horrible pain in her upper body. It felt like someone was consistently stabbing her with a knife. Her ribs felt like someone had mistaken them for a punching bag. Every breath was agony.

Her chest was full of phlegm and coughing did nothing to help. Every cough, every breath, every laugh sent her head throbbing. She couldn’t get up without feeling like someone was inside her brain, smashing it with a hammer.

She was shivering underneath her blanket despite how warm her body was. She couldn’t fall asleep and she never felt hungry. She knew, realistically, she’d have to eat something, but she just didn’t feel like it. She had never felt so terrible in her life.

She couldn’t even gather the strength to greet her boyfriend when he arrived. She hoped he wouldn’t mind.

“Dollface?” Bucky questioned, concerned about the lack of his girlfriend coming to pummel him with kisses or at least shouting a greeting his way.

He heard a weak groan come from their room and he instantly dashed to her side. He was a bit relieved when he didn’t see any blood. He could see, however, that she was very pale.

“What’s wrong?”

She sniffed. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

He frowned and placed his right hand over her forehead. She was burning up. Turning away, she coughed a few times. He could hear how congested she was.

“It hurts, Buck. Really bad,” she groaned, tears pooling in her eyes. She felt so weak. Who was she to complain about pain when her boyfriend had literally been tortured halfway to death?

“Let’s get you to a clinic, yeah?” He mumbled, grabbing some comfy clothes she could easily change into.

They soon were in the waiting room. Her head was resting against his chest as her eyes drifted open and closed. They heard her name being called and went in.

After some questions, tests, and waiting, the doctor diagnosed her with COVID. It didn’t really come as a surprise to her. She was disappointed, nonetheless.

The doctor prescribed some medicines to help her with a quick recovery. As a hater of needles, she was upset upon learning that she’d have to get an injection. It wasn’t ideal, but as long as she could hold Bucky’s hand she’d be fine.

Her skin was prepped and she held her breath with anticipation. Thankfully Bucky was there, reminding her to breathe through it. He didn’t want her to pass out from an injection again.

Luckily, she didn’t end up passing out. Though, she was exhausted. They quickly got her medicine and went back home. Bucky wasn’t very happy when he learned that she had eaten nothing that day. He could have came home and taken care of her!

So, he let her go to the bedroom while he made her favourite soup. She was halfway asleep when he came in with a steaming bowl and a glass of water. He gave her the medicine that the doctor told her to take at night and told her that she could almost go to bed.

“Shouldn’t I be wearing a mask or something? I don’t want to get you sick. Maybe you should stay at the compound instead,” she worried, suddenly realising that he could easily catch it from her.

“Don’t worry about that, doll.” He smiled. Even sick and she was still putting him first. What did he do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend? “Super soldier. Can’t get sick.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, “Of course you can’t.”

He just grinned and joined her in bed. They put on a show to watch as she eats, leaning against Bucky. When she finished the soup, Bucky took the bowl to put it in the sink and got her some more water.

“Cuddle time?” She questions from her spot on the bed when Bucky returns.

“Of course, babydoll.”

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whumpbump · 1 year

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Whumpril day 17

Cw: self-treatment, panic, cursing, resetting a dislocated joint

Caretaker’s cellphone rang, Whumpee’s name flashing on the screen. Unsuspecting of what was about to occur, they picked up and cheerily answered.

“Caretaker?” Whumpee asked in a small and breathless voice immediately cluing Caretaker in to what the call was about.

“Yyyyeessss?” Caretaker responded slowly.

“I uh, I fucked up. I fucked up bad.” They wavered.

Caretaker’s heart rate picked up.

“How bad?”

“Um…”

“Tell me. Please. In detail.”

“I dislocated my knee and I’ve spent the past 30 minutes trying to reset it and I can’t,” Whumpee’s voice broke, “it hurts.” They were crying now.

“Ok, ok, it’s going to be ok-“

“How do you know thaaaat?!”

“Because we’re going to go to the hospital and make it ok. I’m going to pick you up, where are you?”

“My house, bottom of the steps. The door is unlocked,” sniffled Whumpee.

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #caretaker x whumpee #caretaker #whump community #caretaking #injured whumpee #protective caretaker #whumpril #whumpril 2023 #whumpril2023 #I reset my own wrist when I dislocated it and it was Not Fun

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 20: Waiting Room (Alt Prompt 4? 5?)

Fandom: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Summary: Cody gets hurt and Obi-wan just wants him to be okay.

The waiting room was silent. Obi-wan waited for a nurse or doctor to come and tell him how his commander was. The Jedi was told that Cody had stopped a kidnapping but gotten beaten up and shot in the process. It was just like the clone to protect people. Obi-wan was proud.

The child was fine. The doctor, with parents permission, had told him that a few hours ago. Cody needed surgery for his injuries.

It was quiet, far too quiet. The off white walls felt suffocating. The chairs were hard and uncomfortable. Time felt like it stopped. The clock on the wall taunted Obi-wan. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. Nothing else seemed to matter.

No one else was in the room. Obi-wan couldn't help but think about the people who had been in the room before him. They would've waited the same as him. The pain or relief they felt as the doctor walked in and informed them of how their loved ones were.

Waiting here in this room was painful. Kenobi was helpless, only able to sit and see if the walls would see another person's life fall apart. The four off white walls had watched hundreds of hearts crumble. As long as lives were lost and those walls stood, they would watch time stop and start for people they never knew the story off. They were unable to provide any comfort to the scared loved ones.

The general shifted uncomfortably. He leaned back and took a few deep breaths. Everything had to be okay. For now he would sit here; in this waiting room; using it for its intended purpose. Waiting.

#star wars #star wars whump #whump #star wars the clone wars #whumpril #whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 20 #whumpril alt prompt 4.5 #obi wan whump #codywan whump #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #no beta reader we die like the clones

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spectralarchers · 1 year

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Whumpril prompt "I said I'm fine."

soapghost // tw for heavy blood loss, thought I'd play with the "soap can save ghost but ghost can't save soap" issue with their bloodtypes

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Getting surprised by enemy fire was always a pain. Having to improvise exfil on the spot due to their previous plan being blown to bits by said enemy fire? Almost made it feel like it had been personal this time around. And maybe it had been.

They had been so close to the exfil location - close enough that Soap had felt the blast of the explosion lick his face, the searing hit almost so hot it burned. It probably singed part of his hair, too. Ghost had arrived to the location from a different path - they'd left their points of interest separately.

Ghost has taken most of the explosion - Soap heard it happen, heard the thud of Ghost's body hitting the ground in the aftermath of the wicked fireball produced by the detonation. He comes into view, limping on one leg, the pant on his right calf drenched in blood. He must've been hit by shrapnel. His look of worry must show on his face, for Ghost lifts his hand as he makes his way to him.

"I'm fine," he huffs, through grit teeth. Soap frowns, adjusting the vest around his chest, tightening it after one of the straps had come undone in the blast.

He can't help himself when he asks anyway. "You sure about that?"

Ghost's eyes go to his face, and he feels like he overstepped, but Ghost looks like shit. Soap has noticed that he's bleeding above the eyebrow, and that parts of his sleeves have singed off in the blast. He must've been closer to it than he thought.

"I said I'm fine," he growls, taking three steps before his knees buckle from under him. Immediately, Soap catches him, catching his weight as Ghost goes to his knees. Upon further inspection, Soap notices Ghost's skin is paler than usual - behind the grime, the ash and the blood, he's white as a sheet. More than usual.

"Ghost, you're exsanguinated, we need to get you outta here," he says, looking down at the leg. Now with a view to the back of Ghost's calf, he sees a large piece of metal embedded in the muscle, blood trailing down Ghost's leg, pooling out of his injury.

Ghost has a sharp intake of breath as he tries to get back on his feet. "I said, I'm fine," he barks back, trying to swat Soap's hand away, but he only sways before falling onto his knees and hands. He can barely stand. Can't on his own. Soap looks around, frantic, white of his eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. Enemies will be swarming the location within the next fifteen minutes.

"I'm gonna get you outta here, Lt."

But it's not really a matter of getting the Lieutenant out. It's about keeping enough blood in him so that he *can* make it out of there. And that is a different problem entirely.

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Ghost's eyes slowly open, as if his eyelids weigh half a ton. The light seeps through eventually, and his eyes adjust to the luminosity around him. There's a loud whirring noise in his ear, and his body hurts, but he can feel the rocking of helicopter flight.

"Oh, gods, you're awake," Soap says in his ear, and he struggles to adjust his eyes to find the Sergeant. His eyes fall on the tube going from the crook of Soap's arm, and he follows it all the way to his own elbow. The tube is filled with red, and he registers what's happening. Blood transfusion. He closes his eyes again, taking a deep breath, as he finally realizes how *cold* his body feels.

“Hey, no, don't go back to sleep, please, you have to stay awake- scared the shit out of us, Lt," Soap says then, and Ghost wants to chuckle, but he's too weak. Someone speaks next to him, and Ghost realizes they're not alone in the cargo area of the helicopter. "You passed out half an hour ago, struggled to keep your heart going, but looks like you'll pull through."

He finally recognizes the voice - Price - and smiles, eyes still closed. "I said I'm fine," he finally mutters again, pushing the words through his lips as if it's the hardest thing he's ever done in his life. He hears Soap's chuckle, before a hand finds his shoulder. The gentle circular motion of the thumb against his shoulder blade to let him know he's in Soap's hands now.

He's safe.

#soapghost #cod #mwii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #whumpril #whumpril2023 #whumpril 2023 #my writing

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heytheredeann · 7 months

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Whumpril 2023, day 21 - "It's just a scratch."

Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash or Just Slash tbh idk, Hurt Illya Kuryakin, Illya Kuryakin Whump, Poisoning, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Non-Linear Narrative

Notes: Soooo yeah, I don't know what this is LOL. I had kinda forgotten I'd written it, but I was trying to get some writing done (I'm Struggling™ loooool) and I stumbled across this, so I ended up polishing it a little instead. No thoughts, just whumpy vibes loool. Enjoy!

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“You are bleeding.”

He blinks, the world moving slower than it should as he turns towards Gaby, her words coming to him in a distant echo.

Seemingly not affected by the bubble that he finds himself trapped in, she walks up to him in strides, taking a tight hold of his wrist so she can pull up his arm for an inspection that screams misplaced worry from a mile away.

There are fairly deep scratches along his arm, still lazily bleeding in a few spots, and he doesn’t think for a second that that is what truly worries her. He thinks they are both choking on a mouthful of worry that currently has nowhere to go, so she’s searching for an available target to aim it towards. He should leave it be.

“It’s just a scratch,” he says anyway, because he knows she won’t listen and he has nothing else to say.

It burns the more he focuses on it, the more he stares, but it’s grounding. Better than the suffocating weight in his chest. It’s just a little bit of pain, so secondary that he hardly noticed it before she brought his attention to it.

She still berates him for not saying anything, and he pretends to listen.

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#napollya #napollya fic #tmfu fic #napoleon x illya #illya x napoleon #gaby teller #tmfu #the man from uncle #not spn #my fanfic #whumpril 2023 #WELL at least april isn't that far back????

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alpaca-clouds · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 05: Stifled Scream

Today for @whumpril I picked the prompt Stifled Scream and focussed on Viktor and his chronic illness. While it is never outright stated in the series, I kinda feel as if he would be suffering from chronic pain as well.

And this one has him dealing with it with the help of Jayce. With some lowkey pining going on there.

#whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 05 #stifled scream #whump #chronic pain #arcane #arcane league of legends #jayce x viktor #viktor x jayce #viktor arcane #jayce arcane

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bloodred2023 · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 Day 3

Rope Burns | Knife to Throat | “Hold still.”

Title: Knife to Throat

Summary: Leon loses a training fight against Krauser.

Fandom: Resident Evil

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Jack Krauser

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/Jack Krauser

Tags: dribble, fight scene, violence

Rating: M

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With a kick against his stomach, Leon is thrown back against the wall.

Ignoring his aching muscles, he tries to spin sideways to evade Krauser’s next attack.

Cold metal pressed into the skin of his throat. Leon forces himself to freeze. A sharkish smile appears on Krauser’s face.

“Good fight, Kennedy.”

#whumpril 2023 #Day 3: Knife to Throat #my fic #dribble #metaltango #leon x krauser

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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Preview: A way to a mans heart

Angel Reyes & Tianna/Oc (oneshot)

Words: 947

Whumpril 2023 masterlist | Day 21: “it’s just a scratch.”

Warnings: none really, it's pretty light and on the fluffy end, mention of a bandaged wound.

An: pairing from an unreleased and unfinished oneshot. Don’t know when I’ll get to it, but wanted some light whump today and I miss this idiot. That look above gets me every time.

Quick backstory for them: friends not yet lovers, her family owns a fusion Caribbean food restaurant, she’s 34.

Preview below * read in full on A03

It’s been about 3 weeks since Tianna’s seen Angel, which is a long time without a visit from the Mayan. He was not just their number one customer, Angel often swung by to see Tianna, and sometimes have his dinner there before closing. The ride was a little out of the way for Santo Padre, still, he made it frequently.

Tianna didn’t know a lot about MC, never knew anyone in one until she met Angel, then his brother EZ. Besides, it was a group she never sought out, despite her thing for guys on bikes, there was just something about it - drew her in like a moth to a flame. But to get involved with one in a club, that would come with a whole lot of drama and stress she did not want to invite into her life.

This was one of the reasons she didn’t pursue anything with the tall, tattooed drink of water named Angel Reyes. On paper, he was exactly what she likes, but in reality, it would be more than she wanted to sign up for. Plus, his red flags were pretty clear, but not enough to make her stop flirting and playing around with the idea of maybe.

What made it a little easier to resist him at first was her family, they didn’t even want a patch wearer lingering around here too long, and made it clear, once they saw Angel flirting with her, that she needed to avoid types like that.

Then, the charming bastard he is, Angel won over the family, mom, brother, and the hardest of all, her father (who was ready to toss him out every time he came in). Still, her father didn’t make it obvious Angel won him over, he still gave him a hard time and plenty of shit each visit.

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#Angel Reyes #Angel Reyes x ofc #Mayans Mc #whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 21 #light on whump heavy on fluff #fluffy whump

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xmcu-fietro · 1 year

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only day two of whumpril and i’m already not sure if i’ll be able to post anything tonight 😭 this is what I get for not writing anything ahead of time

#i've got a paper due that kind of snuck up on me #so i have to work on that #whumpril #whumpril 2023 #fietro's writing #ao3

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 30

Holding Hands

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Doomsday

“Nothing will take you from us, Omega. You already proved that.”

She looks up at him, something shy and uncertain in her expression. “Did I?”

“Hunter tried to get you to leave,” he says. And Hunter is good at what he does, but he won’t let himself start dwelling on his lost brother right now. He’s not going to get distracted thinking about how much he wishes he could feel his older brother’s steadying hand on his shoulder. “And even now, you found a way back.”

“But if they keep coming…” she trails off, unable to finish.

She wanted them. Came for them. They’re her brothers, and they’ll always protect her. They’re soldiers, and the best of them. But as… what they are, Crosshair had never truly known what it means to be loved. Yes, he and his brothers love each other. They’re loyal to each other. But they were always… soldiers first. That’s different with Omega. There’s something about the way she looks at him, at all of them, as if they’re the only thing in the universe that matters, that’s uniquely special.

He would do anything to get to keep that.

“They won’t get you back,” he promises her firmly. And he can only hope it’s true. Omega is -s he’s too important to them.

Crosshair always thought he’d be… the youngest. They’re not more protective of him than the others, per se, but in some ways, they are. He never understood why, or how it would even matter. Not until Omega.

Maybe she’s twelve. Maybe she’s older than him – he and his brothers are nine after all – but he feels an overwhelming sense of protectiveness towards her that he’s never felt before. Maybe it’s that she’s… well, the first girl he’s ever met – Suu and Shaeeah don’t count. Cid definitely does not. Maybe it’s just that she’s so small and breakable.

But there is undeniably something… special about her.

Omega looks up at him, something close to hopeful in her eyes. “Promise?”

He can’t say, with full certainty, that they’ll succeed. But they have to try. For her. “They won’t hurt you,” he tells her, with every bit of the fierceness that’s always defined him.

Omega smiles faintly, and he reaches out, taking her hand again. It’s so small, but so is everything about her, and it’s… calming. Soothing for him as much as her. He doesn’t really understand how, but it doesn’t really matter. He’ll protect her, keep her safe. Or die trying. (It’s what Hunter would have wanted.)

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 1 year

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Whumpril day 10

(Shiver/breathless/”I’m scared”)

“Let me go! Let me go let me go please—!”

Caretaker held Whumpee firmly from behind, holding their flailing arms as still as possible. It did nothing to stop Whumpee from pushing their feet against the passenger seat, desperately trying to gain leverage and escape. “Whumpee, please! You have to calm down!” they shouted, trying to bite down their own panic.

This wasn't the reunion they'd hoped for. They'd been looking for Whumpee for weeks, searching tirelessly since Whumper had taken them. Caretaker had expected them to be hurt and exhausted, but they'd never expected them to be terrified to see them.

Caretaker felt their heart break as Whumpee let out a low, frightened whine. It hurt to see Whumpee was disoriented, so confused that they couldn't recognize they were being rescued. It hurt to see Whumpee stare through them without a hint of recognition.

“We’ve got about twenty minutes before we reach the hospital," Leader said from the driver's seat.

Shit. They didn't know if Whumpee could wait that long. They didn't know what was wrong, if this delirium was from a drug or brain injury. The thought of Whumpee dying confused and terrified nearly sent Caretaker into their own panic.

But there was nothing they could do. "You're going to be alright, okay?" They whispered instead. They could feel Whumpee's heart pounding, feel their body going limp as they struggled to catch their breath.

"I'm scared-!" Whumpee panted, breathless and pitiful, their head falling back to slump onto Caretaker's shoulder.

Caretaker planted a kiss into Whumpee's matted hair. "I know. I've got you.

Caretaker held them close, refusing to let go.

#whumpee #caretaker #delerium #delirious whumpee #whumpril 2023 #whumpril day 10 #out of it #my stuff

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cricket-reader · 1 year

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Summary: during a mission gone wrong, one of the members of the team gets injured.

Warnings: angst, canon typical violence, building collapsing, severe injuries, hearing loss, probably incorrect medical stuff

Word Count: 947

Prompt: Red Alert, Distress Call, Panic Attack

A/N: day 1 of Whumpril 2023 by @whumpril

Red alert was reserved for serious situations. It was hardly used, but that doesn’t go to say that it has never been utilised.

When one member of the team went missing after their last mission, they all anxiously held their breath.

They were in a forest. The base they inflated blown to smithereens. She could have just been hiding out in the forest for some reason, they had hoped. But everyone knew that was highly unlikely.

Steve sprinted to the jet to make sure she didn’t already make her way there as the rest looked through the rubble. Tony had FRIDAY on it the second they realised they were missing a person. Redwing was also on the lookout. Bucky didn’t even make one of his usual snide remarks about it. They were all too focused on finding their teammate.

She knew she didn’t have much time left. And that was why she was sprinting as if her life depended on it. It did, in hindsight.

She didn’t see the Hydra agent until he had his arms around her.

Grunting, she kicked him in the shin, causing him to loosen his grip. Using that to her advantage, she twisted out of his grasp and clocked him in the jaw before landing a kick to his torso.

With the agent out of the way, she began running to the exit. She was so close.

It all happened so fast. There was a blinding light and a ringing in her ears. She crouched and covered her ears screaming in pain. She could feel the ground shake around her as her breaths began to shorten. Not now, not now! She had thought. She couldn’t have a panic attack whilst a building was collapsing on her. She had to find a way to get out.

Small pieces of rubble began to pour down on her like rain. She dreaded what would follow.

Trying to make her way out proved futile as the ceiling came crumbling in on her. She screamed and cried in the fetal position, covering her head as best she could. Jagged pieces of rock fell on her and sent searing pain through her body. She had never felt anything as terrible, and she had been through a lot. Looking up, she could tell that the rock above her was just one movement away from coming down and crushing her body.

Her breaths were uneven as the claustrophobia settled in. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She was going to die.

When everything had settled, she could barely hear some buzzing near her ear. Gently turning her head, she saw her comm lying next to her. She practically cried out in relief. When she tried to move her right arm, it was completely stuck. She didn’t even notice that a chunk of the ceiling had fallen onto her arm. Tears gathering in her eyes, she instead used her left hand to grab the device.

Never had the team been so grateful to get a distress call. Just hearing her voice brought immense relief to the team. She wasn’t dead. She was alive.

“We’re gonna find you, just hang in there.”

She didn’t know if she could. The world was getting dark and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. She could barely hear anything over the ringing that was still in her ears—that was normal right? Everyone could hear that too, right?

When she woke up she could barely hear the beeping of the heart monitor. A nurse came in, but all she could register was her lips moving. It sounded as though she was underwater, trying to hear what the nurse was saying.

The nurse must have asked her something because she had an expectant look on her face. She wanted to answer, but she had no clue what was asked. This terrified her. Was she going to be like this forever? Was she never going to hear normally again.

The next movements of her lips were familiar, her name. The nurse repeated it a few times before calling in a doctor.

Panic gripped at her heart. What would she do now? She relied on sound for so much. She couldn’t live without music. How would she survive like this? She couldn’t breathe. Suddenly the walls were closing in on her and she felt the phantom pain of the ceiling crushing her all over again. Tears were streaming down her face and she hadn’t even realised how loud she was being.

Then she saw Steve followed by Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Natasha. Steve was quick to grab her hand and place it on his own heart. Taking in deep breaths so she could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Natasha and Clint were talking with the doctors, something serious—no doubt about her—that she couldn’t even hear.

A napkin was how she had learned that the explosion had ruptured her ear drum and she probably would never gain her hearing back. It was also how she discovered that they had to do intense surgery on her arm and it will probably never function the same again.

And just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she was informed that she would probably not be able to walk unassisted ever again. It crushed her soul. Her whole life she had relied on the things she had just lost. What would her life be without them? What would the point of living be?

They all assured her that they’d be with her every step of the way. That they’d care for her and make sure she was well taken care of. It was the least they could do.

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whumpbump · 1 year

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Whumpril day 10

Walking through the dark woods, Whumpee shivered as they rubbed their bare arms trying to warm themselves.

Terrified, they repeated to themselves quietly “I’m NOT scared. I’m NOT scared!”

Passing through a particularly dark briar, they continued their mantra until something responded back “you should be.”

#creepy whumper #whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whumpril 2023 #whumpril2023 #whumpril

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jedi-lothwolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 19: Choking/Muffled Subs/"I'm Worried About You."

Fandom: Star Wars the Clone Wars

Summary: Obi-wan and Dooku battle. It doesn't go well and it takes Obi-wan mental health down.

Obi-wan and Count Dooku's lightsaber met. They were just about evenly matched. Their fight had been going on for quite some time but Dooku was getting impatient. As their lightsabers moved apart the count decided he was done with the game. He reached his unoccupied hand up and force pushed Obi-wan into the wall behind them.

The Jedi hit the wall. His feet weren't allowed to touch the ground. Invisible pressure closed around his throat. He couldn't breathe. Responding to the feeling, Obi-wan moved his hands to his throat. Even if he knew it wouldn't help he dug at his neck.

Looking around Kenobi tried to find a way to escape. His vision started to blur and he felt lightheaded. The man's feet kicked as he tried to find the ground. Tears bordered his eyes. He had felt weak before but never quite like this.

Obi-wan stopped fighting; he no longer searched for the ground and he let his arms fall to his side. He somewhat hoped that Dooku would release him but other than that his mind was mostly worried about his loved ones. He just hoped they would be okay, that this wouldn't hurt them as deeply as he had been hurt when Qui-gon or Satine had died.

Dooku didn't let go. He held Obi-wan there. Anakin rounded the corner just as the man gave up and for a brief moment he thought that his brother was gone. Angrily, he attacked the politician. This caused Dooku to drop Kenobi.

Air flower through his lungs once more. It took a moment before Obi-wan could get control of his breathing again.

Anakin had taken note that his master was still alive and placed himself protectively between him and Dooku. As the two fought Obi-wan collected himself.

Around six minutes passed and Obi-wan stood to assist his rescuer. He wasn't completely ready but he wasn't sure he ever would be. Facing your own mortality is scary after all.

The Jedi forced Dooku to retreat. They reconvened with their men and finished the battle. After a Republic win, they headed back to their star cruisers.

Kenobi walked into his quarters and placed his lightsaber on his bunk. He walked into the refresher that was connected to his room.

Obi-wan stared at his reflection. He ran his fingers over the scratches on his neck. Something broke in him. It was like everything came down all at once.

The man walked back out to his bed. He went to sit on it but missed and landed on the floor. Tears fell from his eyes and he started to cry. His breathing sped up and he pulled his knees towards himself.

Obi-wan tried to stay quiet. The walls weren't exactly thin but he worried someone might hear.

It felt like he was suffocating all over again. That feeling of being unable to control your breathing. Even if air moved in and out of his lungs it was far too fast. His sobs slightly echoed in the practically empty room; making everything feel surreal.

Times passed and Obi-wan laid on the floor. He didn't quite have the will to get up yet. There was a knock on the door and for a moment he debated not answering it. "I'll be right there." Obi-wan's voice still came off shaky

Cody stood on the other side. "Can I come in?" he asked.

Obi-wan just nodded. Cody walked Obi-wan to his bed and sat them both down. "What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing."

"I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to do that" Obi-wan's voice failed to hide his stress.

"Then tell me what's going on." Cody had his ways of getting his general to talk to him.

"It's nothing you should worry about."

Cody tenderly placed his hand on Obi-wan's lower thigh, "then why are your eyes all red? You can talk to me."

"It's not" Obi-wan looked into the others eyes. Instead of trying to reassure his commander it was nothing he just went in to hug him.

He grabbed at Cody's shoulders, fabric filled his fist. His face rested in the others chest.

His muffled sobs broke the clone's heart. He wasn't sure how long he would be holding Obi-wan but he didn't care. Cody would sit there until his general stopped crying. Then he would wait until he felt better, even if it took all night. Even if it took the next day, or the next, or tell the end of the war, or even his whole life. He would be there.

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depressed-werewolf · 1 year

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Whumpril Day 20: “Where am I?”

tw: implied torture, implied kidnapping, knives, interrogation, implied drugging

When Whumpee woke up, it took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the light. They were in a dark room with cement floors, a basement maybe. They couldn’t tell.

When Whumpee tried to stand up they found they couldn’t. They were bound to the metal chair they sat on with their hands tied behind their back.

“Where am I?”

“Jesus, I was starting to think you’d never wake up,” a voice said from the corner of the room.

Whumpee squinted in the direction of the voice but their vision was still foggy. A figure took a step toward them, and when they stepped into the light Whumpee recognized them immediately.

They scrowled. “Whumper. What do you want?”

They smiled back. Whumper’s smile was cold, there was no real joy in it. “You know why you’re here.”

Caretaker. Of course. They gritted their teeth and glared up at Whumper. “I don’t know where they are.”

Whumpee chuckled. “You expect me to believe that?”

“I. Don’t. Know. Where. They. Are. You’re wasting your time,” they spat.

The other tsked. They were clearly annoyed with Whumpee’s defiance, but Whumpee didn’t care. Whumper didn’t scare them, or at least Whumpee pretended they didn’t.

“Let’s test that, shall we?”

There was something metal in Whumper’s hands. Once they got, closer they realized it was a knife. Whumpee’s vision made the blade look twisted and warped.

Immediately, Whumpee’s heart began to race, though they refused to show it. They knew not to show fear. They wouldn’t break, Whumpee told themself. They would not break. But Whumpee had no idea how wrong they were.

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