#whump angst

[jordanstrophe]

Sirens on the ambulance blare as whumpee lays unconscious. Doctors work furiously to close as many wounds as they can. 

Caretaker holds a damp cloth, softly washing off a smear of blood, sweat and tears from whumpees face. They're as gentle as they would be to them awake, whispering "It's okay. Everything's okay. You're going to be okay." As if whumpee could hear them. 

[abhainnwhump]

Caretaker refuses to clean out Whumpee's room. They haven't even gone in there to clean out dust since they were kidnapped. The blankets were as messy as ever, the photos were all in place, and not a single collectible was out of place. Caretaker knew one day, Whumpee would come through the front door, maybe a little beat up, and they could all move on from this. It was going to happen soon.

Even though Whumpee's funeral was two days ago.

[whiteboywhump]

bridal carry

El Internado (S4E4) || unknown

The Gates S1E13 || Invasion (S1E3)

Gönül Dağı (S1E6) Bölüm || For Those In Peril (2013)

unknown || 4Jim (E17)

4Jim (E8) || 4Jim (E8)

[whumped4whumplover]

Hero's realization

i really like when the moment the hero injures the villain fatally is followed by a realization that they were just a manipulated victim

then the hero decides to take villain with them and be their caretaker

bonus points if hero and villain had been enemies since basically forever and hero realizes that behind that cocky attitude was the shell of a vulnerable person

bonus bonus points if they take a moment to reflect on said discovery and remember tiny details of villain's behavior in fights that seemed peculiar to hero but that they had dismissed easily

and now they realize they missed all of villain's cries for help

[treehuggerthegreat]

Ugh. I love the trope of a character living with a dead body in plain sight but isn’t mentally able to recognize it. Whether they be too young or they are so far gone that they can’t, it’s so. Horrific. Like the moment you REALIZE that there’s a dead body of a loved one just. Sitting there. And they’ve been living their life without missing a beat as it rots in the living room. Bonus points if they acknowledge it but as someone or something else. Like oh that’s not my dead aunt, she’s alive silly! Or oh aunties been sleeping.

They’re so out of it that someone literally DYING (especially when they played an important role in the characters life) that they don’t even notice. It doesn’t even concern them. They are SO wrapped up in they’re delusions and hallucinations (for the mentally deteriorating or disturbed trope) that the smell of a rotting body that only CONTINUES to smell worse doesn’t even hinder them enough to be concerned. To them everything is just fine and peachy. They don’t realize their mom slipped and broke her neck, and it’s not even they that they don’t or wouldn’t care, it could plausibly be that they aren’t CAPABLE of realizing this person is dead. they don’t want to. their mind completely reworks their reality so that she’s very much alive but sleeping, or on a trip somewhere. Or just literally hallucinates conversations with them. Ugh this one is just my personal favorite but.

Pr when a character is so young they don’t KNOW what death is or WHY their mom hasn’t gotten up in weeks, even months. They don’t understand why the house continues to smell worse and worse. They’re forced into taking care of themselves, to being their own adult while this person who was supposed to take care of them ‘sleeps’. I don’t like this one as much as the hallucinations one, because with this one the situation is less malleable and more specific. But it’s still so good. It means that the person who was taking care of them made them feel like they were supposed to do it themselves. They’re too scared to try and wake mom or even if they did try when it doesn’t work, they still don’t get someone else. It could either mean neglect, or oversheltering. It’s just them and mommy. The character either doesn’t trust other people or doesn’t even ASK them because how could they help? It’s just them and mommy. But mommy’s sleeping, so they have to be good so when she wakes up she’s rested and is proud! And on the flip side, the character could be scared and maybe doesn’t want their parental figure to wake up because then that means they get punished or maybe they have friends over or the parental figure just isn’t fun to be around. Loud, obnoxious, or maybe negative and constantly drunk, or maybe the kid doesn’t NOTICE they haven’t gotten up. They’re so independent at such a young age that they can get to school, they can get their own food, and when the food runs out that’s when they get a little concerned. But they’re still young. They don’t know how to long term problem solve or how to QUESTION what’s going on around them. The smell? just avoid it. The food? try to ration or get food from friends and school.

my favorite part is REALIZING that the character goes their daily life around something so horrible and rotting. You could probably tell something was off. Whether with the kid they were quiet or antisocial, maybe a little weird, or with the hallucinations character, you could tell they are a little off their rockers. You never EVER thought it was actually this bad. A dead body? Rotting? for weeks? how does someone let this happen? This poor person. This poor kid. Reality either something they avoid, or has become to make no sense. Reality is what the kid has been told. They were never told what death is or what to do.

It hurts so much more when it’s a character you’ve WATCHED become this way. You’ve seen them interact with their late loved ones before. You’ve seen them socialize somewhat functionally. You know who they actually are and you KNOW how much they cared for this person. But something happens. Or maybe nothing did. But they just grew more and more reclusive. As their mental state deteriorates, so did their living friendships. And the less and less people talked to them, the less and less they bothered to attach themselves to reality or anyone who really was. Then you finally get to see inside their mind, their house, and hope it’s not the worst case scenario. But as you turn the corner into a room or a stairway, you see. You see that it’s so so much more worse than you could have EVER thought. and i lostmy train of thoug

[dainluvr]

Caretaker handing Whumpee over to a professional since they know they just can’t help them anymore - even if they wanted to, and the guilt they feel afterwards, especially when they look into Whumpee’s eyes, which just reflect pure hurt. Caretaker knows it’s for the best, but they still can’t help but feel their heart break when they look at Whumpee and the betrayed expression they’re shooting back at Caretaker.

[generic-whumperz]

We’ll see how this plays out 👀

[whumpberry-cookie]

Caretaker says something with good intentions, but it hits Whumpee right in the sensitive spot

(Cw: Argument between Whumpee and Caretaker, bad Caretaker, mention of interrogation, intimate/creepy whumper)

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"What... on earth happened to you?" To Whumpee who worked so hard to recover before coming back to Caretaker, so they don't notice the difference. All efford for nothing. Caretaker sees at the first sight that Whumpee's still a broken good.

"Who did this to you?" You did, Caretaker. You just don't remember.

"Are you sure you're okay with doing it? You can take a break if it's too overwhealming. I know it might be scary" To a Whumpee that has a hard time showing vulnerability. They thought the Caretaker treated them with respect, like an equal. Looks like they were wrong. Caretaker does in fact pity them, patronises them, looks down on them. Whumpee was wrong to trust the Caretaker.

"I love you" / "I'll always love you/be here for you" after the experiences with an intimate/creepy Whumper. Caretaker unknowingly complements the aspects of Whumpee that Whumper adored as well. Pretty eyes, beautiful lips, soft hair. Caretaker doesn't understand why Whumpee doesn't like these compliments anymore. They used to blush and smile happily in the past.

(C:) "Do you feel guilty for what happened? No one blames you. No one could possibly stand this type of interrogation for long, even with-" (W:) "Caretaker, just shut up. You aren't helping." (C:) "...I'm... sorry..." Caretaker simply does not know what to say. Reaches their hand, but Whumpee stands up and walks away from them. (W:) "Reminding me of what I've done is the last thing I needed".

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[crowzwhump]

Vampire caretaker? And human whumpee, they’ve known eachother for a while but whumpee doesn’t know caretaker is a vampire and caretaker doesn’t know about the heap load of trauma ( possibly from early childhood abuse? Trust issues, ptsd ) untill whumpees parents come to visit while caretaker is over and they see how they treat whumpee

Whumpee ends up getting beat up ( however you want ) once caretaker finds them, they end up biting them ( no turning them, just giving a bit of venom )

Headcannon of mine on vampires Is that they have venom but instead of turning whoever they give it to, it’s like a drug, making that person go limp ( or just make their limbs really heavy ) and makes there heads feel fuzzy and ‘stuffed with cotton’

Whumpee would be 19 to early 20s?

Hi Lizzy!

I apologize for taking so long to get to this, I absolutely loveit though! And could not help but throw something together for it? It just gave me so much inspiration I had to figure out exactly how I wanted to do this, but I do hope you enjoy it. ^ - ^ゞ

Heavy Tw: Parental Whump | Mother Whumping Adult Child

Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Caretaker | Degration | Drugging | Female Whumper (Mother)

In a small, cozy cottage nestled deep within a secluded forest, Whumpee lived a life that felt like a sanctuary.

They had been through more hardships in their young lives than most could imagine, but their world had recently become a little brighter, thanks to the kind and caring stranger who had taken them in.

Unbeknownst to Whumpee, their mysterious caretaker was far from ordinary; they were a vampire who had watched over them since the night they had saved Whumpee from a violent attack.

The caretaker had kept their true nature hidden from Whumpee, never letting them see the fangs or the crimson eyes that betrayed their undead existence.

The caretaker wanted nothing more than to protect them and give them a chance at a peaceful life, and they knew that revealing the truth about themselves would only bring chaos and fear.

One chilly evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cottage, a sudden knock at the door sent a shiver down Whumpee's spine.

They weren't expecting any visitors, and their heart raced as they exchanged a nervous glance with Caretaker.

"I'll handle this," Caretaker assured them, forcing a reassuring smile as they strode to the door.

Opening it, Caretaker was met by the stern faces of Whumpee's parents.

Their arrival was unexpected, and it filled Caretaker with unease.

They had heard vague stories of Whumpee's past with their parents, but they had never gone into any great details about them.

"Caretaker, is it?" Whumpee's father inquired, his tone icy.

"Yes," Caretaker replied, his heart pounding as he tried to maintain composure.

Whumpee's mother, a woman of piercing judgment and strict principles, stepped inside without invitation.

"We came to see our child," she stated, her gaze fixated on Caretaker with a critical eye.

Whumpee stood frozen in the corner, their anxiety mounting.

They hadn't seen their parents in years, and the memories of their harsh treatment and punishments still haunted them.

Caretaker led the way, guiding the unwelcome guests to a sitting area.

The atmosphere grew tense as they settled in, with Whumpee's father eyeing Caretaker with suspicion.

"We're concerned about Whumpee," Whumpee's father began, his voice cold and unwavering. "We want to make sure they're on the right path."

Caretaker forced themselves to appear nonchalant, though every instinct screamed for them to protect Whumpee from their parents' judgment.

"They've been doing well," Caretaker replied, choosing their words carefully. "They've found some peace here."

Whumpee's mother took matters into her own hands, rising from her seat. "Come, Whumpee, let's have a private conversation."

Whumpee reluctantly followed her mother to another room, leaving Caretaker alone with their father, who continued to regard him with suspicion.

As the two were left alone in the dimly lit room, Caretaker couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

The tension was thick, and Whumpee's father's gaze bore into him with increasing intensity.

"Caretaker, is it?" Whumpee's father asked once more, his tone even colder than before. "You seem rather unconventional."

Caretaker gave a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep his composure. "I suppose I am. Whumpee's been through a lot, and I just wanted to help."

Whumpee's father's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. "You may not be aware of this, but our child has a history. A troublesome one. They've caused us a great deal of pain."

Caretaker, unaware of Whumpee's tumultuous past with their parents, could only offer a falsely sympathetic nod. "I see. Well, people can change. Whumpee deserves a fresh start."

The conversation grew increasingly tense as Whumpee's father probed Caretaker with questions, and Caretaker did his best to deflect them while maintaining his facade of calm.

In the other room, Whumpee's mother confronted their child with harsh words and a cold demeanor, reopening old wounds that had never truly healed.

The air grew heavy with tension as Whumpee's mother unleashed a torrent of belittlement and cruel insults, targeting every insecurity and vulnerability she knew her child possessed.

"You always were a disappointment," she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "No matter how hard we tried to correct your flaws, you remained a failure."

Whumpee, feeling the weight of her words, remained silent, determined not to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing their tears.

They had endured years of emotional abuse at her hands, and they had learned to build walls around their heart to protect themselves.

But Whumpee's mother was relentless.

Her anger escalated, and she stepped closer to Whumpee, her face contorted with rage.

Without warning, she lashed out, striking her child across the face with a sharp slap.

Whumpee's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, and they tasted blood where their lip had split from the impact.

Still, they remained silent, refusing to give her the reaction she craved.

They knew that engaging in a fight would only make things worse, and they had grown skilled at enduring her cruelty in silence.

Undeterred, Whumpee's mother continued her physical assault, raining down blows on her child's already battered body.

With each strike, Whumpee's resolve to remain stoic only grew stronger.

They clenched their fists, determined not to let her see their pain.

After the torment had ceased, Whumpee's mother finally seemed to exhaust herself with her rage.

She stepped back, panting heavily, her eyes filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Perhaps now you'll learn your place," she spat, turning and leaving the room, leaving Whumpee battered and bruised but unbowed.

Whumpee remained on the floor, trembling in pain, their body aching from the physical assault.

They took shallow breaths, trying to regain some semblance of composure, as they heard their parents' voices in the living room.

"We're leaving," Whumpee's mother announced coldly, her tone still tinged with anger. "This place is a lost cause, just like our child."

As the front door closed with a resounding thud, Caretaker waited for the sound to fade before quickly rushing to check on Whumpee.

Their heart ached at the sight of their friend lying battered and bruised on the floor.

Kneeling down beside Whumpee, Caretaker's eyes were filled with worry and regret.

They gently cradled Whumpee's trembling form, apologizing softly to them.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this," they whispered, their voice filled with sorrow.

Feeling Whumpee's pain and vulnerability, Caretaker made a difficult decision.

With great care and tenderness, they lowered their head to Whumpee's neck and bit softly, injecting their vampire venom. The effect was almost immediate.

Whumpee's body relaxed as the venom coursed through their veins, spreading a warm, euphoric sensation that eased their pain.

The tension in their muscles melted away, and their mind became fuzzy but serene.

Caretaker held Whumpee close, cuddling them gently, and whispered soothing words until the pain and trauma of the evening faded into a distant memory.

Slowly, Whumpee's eyes grew heavy, and they drifted into a peaceful, healing sleep, safe in the arms of the vampire who had become their protector and solace in a world filled with cruelty.

Thank you again for taking the time out of your day to read, I wish you a wonderful day and send many Fuzzy blankies, cookies, and snacks to you all! I appreciate you for reading!

[kabie-whump]

AJDJFJIWJDJD YOUR BAIT STORY OMFG.

May I ask for a final part, where Onthyes and Ventis comfort each other and apologize? Just overall sweetness between them with some angst? 👀 (sorry for the constant asks, I just LOVE your writing OMFG).

-- @whumperofworlds

Yes absolutely they definitely need this!

Part 1 | Part 2

Content: drugged whumpee, guilt, stitches, (oblivous) whumpee x caretaker

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Ventis dozes off on the way to Onthyes's house. There's not even a second of fear that Onthyes will drop him, and he feels so safe being carried in his arms that it's easy to let the nightspill finally weigh him down into sleep.

Things are fuzzy after that as Ventis continues to drift in and out of consciousness. He feels himself being gently laid on a bed. Onthyes's scent surrounds him - warm and woody with a hint of citrus.

"The poor fucker." Shayah's voice sounds like it's miles away, but Ventis can feel her hands unwrapping the makeshift bandages covering the claw marks on his side. "He was trying so hard to stay sober."

"He'll recover." Onthyes sounds certain. How can he have so much faith in something who doesn't know how to do anything other than fuck up? "He has us. I just hope he doesn't blame himself."

Ventis lets himself drift above the soft lull of their voices. It's comforting, knowing that his friends have everything taken care of.

Then he's rudely yanked back to awareness by a stinging pain in his side. He gasps, trying to turn away from the source of the pain, but he's stopped by hands on his shoulders keeping him in place.

Ventis opens his eyes to see Onthyes's worried face hovering over him.

"I'm sorry," Onthyes says quickly. "We thought you'd stay out for longer. It will only take a minute, okay? Just try to hold still."

Ventis whines as the pain starts up again. He forces his eyes to focus enough to see what's happening, and nearly faints at the sight of Shayah pulling a length of bloody thread through his wound to hold it closed. Onthyes's hand finds his cheek quickly, turning his face so they're focused on each other.

"Don't look, Ventis. Focus on me. You're okay."

"It hurts," Ventis gasps.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Ventis shakes his head quickly. "No, It's mine. I should've let you- ah! Fuck!"

"Sorry, breezy," Shayah murmurs. "I'm almost done."

Onthyes grips Ventis's hands tightly, letting him squeeze them despite his claws digging into his skin. "I should've protected you. I promised I would always protect you."

"You shouldn't have to."

"That doesn't matter. Even if you become the most powerful sorcerer in this world I am always going to be there to keep you safe. I swear it."

Shayah ties off the stitches and reapplies bandages, but Ventis's full attention is on Onthyes. He's exhausted and in pain and he just wants to sleep but he can only stare up at the man kneeling next to him on the bed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ventis whispers. "Why would you..." He squeezes his eyes closed. "I'm not worth it."

Onthyes makes a pained sound. "Ventis, listen to me." He lets go of Ventis's hands and grabs his face, cupping both of his cheeks. Ventis does as he's told, meeting Onthyes's ivy green eyes and finding them watering dangerously.

"You are worth so much. You are everything to me and I can't let anything happen to you. That's why I get so overbearing sometimes. I need you to be safe because you are the most important thing in my life and I can't lose you."

"But... That's not fair. I can't lose you either. Why do you get to be the one putting yourself at risk for my sake? It's selfish, Onthyes. I need you. I need you alive and by my side and not throwing yourself in front of every bad thing that comes my way."

Tears finally escape Onthyes's eyes and he wipes them away quickly with a shaky smile.

"Let's protect each other, okay?" Ventis says. "You're not my bodyguard. Not my shield or my armor. You're my best friend."

Shayah, who had been quietly putting away her suture tools, let out an exasperated groan, muttering something about "they're so fucking clueless I'm gonna kill them" as she storms out of the room.

~~~

Ventisposting taglist: @scp-1296 @sapphicccici @acer-gaysimpstuff @morning-star-whump @yeetmyskeet @rainydaywhump

@unicornbeck @whumperofworlds

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee escapes whumper in the dead of night. They managed to steal whumpers phone on their way out; now all they need is a signal before they freeze to death in the rain.

[abhainnwhump]

A nonhuman Whumpee with horns getting tied down in a room where Whumper has a massive collection of horns and antlers on their walls, all taken from the Whumpees who failed to please them.

(Bonus if they recognize one of the horn sets as it belonged to someone they loved-)

[sarahsmi13s]

Chasing Ghosts

whumptober day 23: begging / forced to watch

pairing: eddie diaz x reader (captain america!au)

characters: eddie diaz, y/n barnes, evan buckley, henrietta wilson (mentioned), chris diaz, christopher (oc from eddie's past)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, superhero au, death, falling, crying, fight scenes, flashbacks, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

i'm so so sorry for how late this is

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: ghosts haunt everyone, they follow you and they taunt you with things that could have been. they chase you through your own mind... but what will you find if you chase them back?

Eddie slipped his hand into his pockets as he walked through the museum, the Captain America exhibit having been added recently. 

He had just gotten into a heated discussion with Director Grant and needed to take a breather. So he went to the museum to see what his exhibit had to offer.

He looked around and walked past a display with a narrator and stopped to hear what it was saying. 

“Best friends since childhood, Y/N Barnes and Eddie Diaz were inseparable on school yard and battlefield. Barnes was the only Howling Commando to give her life in service of her country. She fought to be by Eddie’s side, not backing down because of her gender.”

Eddie sighed, the memories flooding back as he continued to walk through the exhibit. He made it to the movie room where Christopher, the very friend he named his only son after, had been interviewed after he had gone in the ice.

“Oh Y/N? Yeah, she was a complete fireball. Ambitious, strong, stubborn. Her and Eddie, they… they were a duo. Her death was… it was felt across the entire squadron. But Eddie took it the hardest… Y/N was his best friend. She had fought Eddie about going on the mission, claiming that he needed the best backup the Army could offer and that she was it.” Christopher sighed, “She fought alongside him from beginning to end. She was the best of us.”

Eddie cleared his throat, his emotions and memories getting the better of him.

He remembers the day he lost you, the image burned in his brain. Everything he should’ve done or said spinning like a broken record in his mind…

Eddie wanted to tell you that you were crazy, walking along the top of that moving train. That you were insane from the very beginning when you followed him into the war. But he knows you would have just laughed in his face.

He had watched you go toe to toe with his superior even after you had gotten taken when you snuck onto the front lines with Christopher. Eddie had found you on a lab table, strapped down and confused, but it didn’t surprise him when you attempted to fight alongside him as you escaped together.

You were his friend, his best friend. You had stuck by his side since day one.

Which is why you followed him into the fire without hesitation.

He wondered if you had regretted that in your final moments…

“Hey, Y/N… I know it’s been awhile..” Eddie said as he sat down in front of your headstone. 

He sighed, hanging his head between his knees as he rested his arms on them. The white marble in front of him was the only thing he had left of you, that and the copy of your dog tags he managed to find. The casket in the ground below him was empty because even after the war, your body was never recovered. So he had to take what he could get…

“I’ve never forgotten you… I don’t think it’s possible to forget you, not after everything we went through.” 

He sniffled a little and rubbed his nose. “Chris just turned three, he’s um he’s great. Such a strong kid, doesn’t let anything get in his way,” Eddie chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. “Sound familiar?” He wiped his face, “God.. I miss you so much.” 

Eddie sniffled, reaching into his shirt to pull your tags out and over his head. He sighed and threaded the chain around his fingers, his eyes closing as he brought the indented plate to his lips and held it there as memories played in the darkness behind his lids.

Eddie led the way into the cabin of the train. You were on his six, protecting his back as you both made note of the multitude of weapons that were being transported by Hydra.

The door at the end of the cabin was open and you were both making your way towards it.

Eddie led the way, crossing the threshold to the other car while you made sure you had no surprise guests show up.

Just as you go to cross the threshold yourself both doors slide shut.

Eddie watched the panic fill your eyes, as dread made his stomach drop, before you turned and started to fire your weapon.

“Shit…”

Behind him he heard a high pitched sound and he turned around to see a man wearing one of the weapons.

In a knee jerk reaction, Eddie fired his weapon before rolling out of the way when the other man shot at him.

He stayed behind his cover, peeking up to fire when he could.

Eddie needed to be strategic and careful. He could hear you in your firefight behind him and he needed to get to you to help.

He couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

Eddie waited to hear the high pitched recharging sound before making his move.

Once the ringing filled the cabin, Eddie ran out from behind his cover, using his shield for protection as he charged the man. Before he could take a swing, the man fired again. But he reacted fast and jumped up, grabbing a bar and tucking his feet in. 

After the man fired, Eddie gathered momentum and kicked the man square in the chest, knocking him to the ground. When the man tried to sit up, Eddie quickly struck him with his shield to knock him out.

He could still hear gunshots but he could tell that you had switched from your rifle to your handgun. He had to get to you fast, you didn’t have enough ammunition in your handgun to last much longer if your rifle was empty already.

There was no way to open the door from the inside, so he grabbed the Hydra weapon and fired it at the door – blasting it off its hinges.

Eddie sprinted over and looked in the window. He could see you crouched behind crates, dodging bullets as you tried to fire back.

His stomach felt like it was twenty pounds as he watched your gun lock because it was empty.

Quickly, he checked his own gun before opening the door. 

The movement and sound caught your attention and you looked at Eddie as he held his gun up before tossing it to you as you ditched your useless one.

Once it was secure and you were ready, Eddie charged forward with his shield up and pushed a weapon’s case towards the hiding enemy, putting him in your crosshairs and allowing you to actually shoot him this time.

You both took deep breaths as you walked towards each other.

“I had him on the ropes,” you said as you looked up at Eddie. He chuckled and looked down at you, relieved that you were alright, “I know you did.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, “Whatev-”

You were cut off by a high pitched noise and you watch Eddie’s face drop before he’s pushing you behind him. 

“Get down!”

You drop to the ground as the man fires and the energy is ricocheted off of Eddie's shield, blasting a hole in the side of the train.

The force had knocked Eddie back, leaving you exposed with the shield on the ground. 

When the high pitched noise hit your ears again, you picked up the shield and stood, firing your weapon back.

However, before you could hit him he shot at you and Eddie watched in horror as the force of the energy ball hit the vibranium and sent you flying out of the hole in the side of the train.

He rushed to his shield, picking it up by the strap and launching it at the enemy. 

Wasting no time after that, he ripped his helmet off and ran to the side of the train. “Y/N!”

You were hanging on to a handlebar, your grip coming and going as the train moved and jostled you.

Eddie knew that due to the damage that bar couldn’t hold your weight for very long. So he did the first thing that came to mind. He would come to you.

He stepped out onto the other railing, despite it probably not being able to hold his weight either. But he had to try.

He watched with anxiety as you made attempts to get closer to him, even as the bar groaned under the pressure. “Hang on!” He shouted, just wanting you to stop moving so he could get to you.

Eddie swiftly, but carefully, made his way to you, getting as close as he could before reaching his hand out. “Grab my hand!”

You looked at him, your eyes filled with fear but you trusted him to get you to safety. So, you reached for his hand.

But as you did, the metal groaned and creaked again before finally snapping.

“No!”

Eddie sobbed as he remembered your face as you plummeted into the ravine. You were terrified, falling hundreds of feet down to nothing but snow and rocks. 

And all he could do was watch.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” 

He knew he looked pathetic, sitting there in front of a headstone, sobbing and apologizing to a ghost. 

He looked just as pathetic now as he did when Christopher found him in that bar after he learned your body couldn’t be recovered. 

Eddie had sat there, throwing back whiskey for hours begging God to erase your horrified scream from his memory. He begged to forget the look on your face. He begged to just forget. Even if it was only for a little while. 

“Eddie?” 

Inhaling sharply, Eddie slipped your tags back over his head and wiped his face before standing and facing his friend.

“Is he safe?” 

Buck nodded, “Chris is safe. He’s with Howie and Maddie until this all blows over, he’s safe.” Eddie sniffled and nodded, putting his hands on his hips, “Good, that’s good.” 

“You up for this Eddie?” Buck asked, sensing his friend's nerves. But Eddie nodded immediately, “After SHIELD almost tried to kill us and now we’re bringing Hen into this. We need to finish this.” He straightened up and walked past Buck towards the car. 

“Let’s go catch a ghost.”

Eddie really should have expected this to happen. 

What else would happen when you kidnapped one of the Hydra moles with the most intel other than for Hydra to practically put a bounty on your head? 

Now the mole was dead and Eddie, Buck, and Hen were all fighting to survive against Hydra and their secret weapon.

Eddie had caught up with her when she was aiming towards where Buck had been hiding after she shot him in the shoulder. 

He flanked her right, running towards her, shield up and ready to hit her. She was faster and reared back to punch him, but he had his shield up and her metal fist collided with the vibranium. 

She pushed his shield aside and kicked him off the top of the car, immediately shooting at him before rolling off the car.

Eddie took that opportunity to roll out of the way, ducking behind the car as she fired at him.

When the gunshots stopped because she ran out of ammo, he jumped over the car and kicked the gun out of her hand. She spun with the force of the kick, rolling on the ground to put distance between them as she unholstered her handgun and fired at him from a kneeling position.

Eddie ran at her, keeping his shield up until the last second when he moved to bring it down on her. But with his midsection now exposed, she took the opportunity to tackle him, using his own momentum against him to knock him onto his back and knocking the shield off of his arm.

She rolled off of him, using her metal hand to slow down. She pulled her knife out but he was already up and charging at her by the time she was standing. So, she charged at him.

Once they were close enough, she slashed at his midsection and legs in order to shield her own.

But Eddie was a quick learner and he knew that because of the height and size difference she had to stick to his center mass when she was up close or else he would get the upper hand. All he had to do was force her to expose her weak points and to make a mistake.

And he did.

He deflected the shots at his stomach and chest, forcing her to aim for his face.

As he dodged and parried her hands, he saw an opening and swung for her face, hitting her on the cheek. He took the chance and spun to give her a firm kick to the chest, sending her flying back into the side of a van.

Eddie quickly got his shield and charged at her again, hoping to actually land a powerful enough hit. 

But she had shook off her disorientation and waited until he was close enough to roll out of the way. 

However, she was out of ammo, so distance fighting was not an option anymore. She had to get up close and personal. 

She unsheathed her other knife and charged Eddie as he turned around.  

He brought his shield up just in time to deflect her. She tossed the knife to her other hand and slashed lower, forcing Eddie to expose his face and giving her the chance to land a punch. 

Eddie spun with the momentum, switching his shield to his other arm and quickly deflecting the kick flying towards him. He dodged the right handed knife strike and stayed down for the metal handed swing.

Reacting quickly, he grabbed her left wrist and struck her bicep with his shield, denting the metal. He stayed there for a second before removing it and striking her in the face, discombobulating her. He spun, getting his back to hers before he grabbed her by the face and threw her over his shoulder.

She rolled into a standing position when she hit the ground, the mask that was covering her face falling to the pavement.

Eddie stayed crouched, ready incase she turned and charged at him again.

But when she did turn to face him, all of his defenses dropped and he stood up straight as he took deep breaths

“Y/N?”

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[whumped4whumplover]

Whump Idea

Months ago, Whumpee was taken. Caretaker was a wreck, spending the days scouring the streets in search of Whumpee and investigating at night, hoping to find some clue, even the most insignificant, about where they might be.

Caretaker and Whumpee had a special relationship, they always had. While Caretaker was an extroverted and popular person, full of friends and party invitations, Whumpee was extremely shy and reserved. They didn't like crowds, or loud noises, or talking for a long time. In fact, if it were up to them they wouldn’t have spoken to anyone at all. To anyone but Caretaker. And Caretaker was grateful for this, for the fact that, with them, Whumpee smiled and laughed, cried and vented, a completely different person from the one with that neutral expression and empty eyes which they were the rest of the time.

One day, finally, Caretaker manages to find Whumpee, and their heart skips a beat. Whumpee is covered in bruises and dried blood, thin in the most severe meaning of the word, it is as if Caretaker can count all their body’s bones, and their complexion is pale as that of a ghost, their lips of the same purple as the dark circles under their closed eyes.

If it haven’t been for the pulse they heard when they places their trembling fingers on their neck, Caretaker would have thought Whumpee was dead. But, as soon as the two’s skin makes contact, Whumpee's eyes suddenly open, and a strange expression forms on their face. At first Caretaker thought it was confusion, but then they realized: it was just pure terror.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's me, it’s Caretaker. It's going to be okay" Caretaker tries, but their words are uttered in vain, and Whumpee pushes their weak convulsing body against the wall, screaming hysterically and crying, no, sobbing desperately, as if danger was about to envelop them. But it doesn't make sense, Caretaker thinks, because they’re here now and they’re ready to take Whumpee to safety. There is nothing to be afraid of, Whumper is no longer here, there is only Caretaker. Yet, Whumpee's heart wrenching screams don't cease.

The torch falls from Caretaker's hands and they retreat, realization evident in their eyes.

Whumpee is reacting like this because they are afraid of Caretaker.

[treehuggerthegreat]

forever haunting actions whump

nightmares of what they did or ‘crimes’ they committed or nightmares related to it

going above and beyond in avoiding and worrying about making the same mistake again to the point it’s detrimental to friendships or functioning in general

Refusal to talk about it to anyone even if they know what happened or was there

Completely locking up the memory but random things will remind them of it and they have a severe reaction- even if it’s not a loud or physical outburst. (ex. they could be disassociating and it wouldn’t be noticeable or noteworthy to strangers or people that don’t know them well)

apologizing about anything they do similar to it even if it’s just a small detail

when confronted they just space out or just respond with one word sorrys and ‘i know’

^^ bonus points if person talking to them about it takes this as them not caring at all and that they don’t regret the action (i LOVEE miscommunication)

[loveforangst]

Hero weakly glared at those perfectly polished shoes, barely an inch away from his face, as they rhythmically tapped on the bloody floor.

Tap tap tap.

The usual sickly sweet lullaby echoed in his ears distracting him from his racing heartbeat and he found himself unwillingly calming down, his resolve leaving his spirit along with the blood from his veins. "Shut up.." he murmured as his eyes closed, his body preparing for another nightmare filled sleep.

The smiling Villain carefully cleaned the tools that were ever so helpful during their wonderful playtime, humming the song he knew the Hero loathed. "Now now, no need to be so rude, " he peered at his shiny reflection before placing a scalpel on the tray, "after all we're having so much fun together aren't we?"

Hero didn't have the energy nor will to respond to his taunts and simply flexed his fingers on the cool tiles as he felt his consciousness slipping-"AaAgh!!!" When an all too familiar sharp pain shocked the nerves in his hand and forced him to shoot his eyes open, spotting the previously clean scalpel deeply lodged into his flesh. "Aren't we?" Villain's eyes had lost their playfulness and his smile fell into a bemused frown.

"Y-YES!" Hero coughed out, his eyes painfully closing once again when Villain yanked out the scalpel, a trail of fresh blood following it.

Villain sighed and brought the tool close to his face "Was that really so hard?" His smile returned in the form of a playful grin, eyes becoming crazed as he slowly licked the blood off the scalpel "Now I have to clean it, again, " he shot a pointed look to Hero even though he knew he'd already passed out. "And you know how much I dislike cleaning"

The Villain cackled by himself in the spotless room, in exception to the dark red stain, that only increased in size and surrounded the man on the floor, as he thought of what tomorrow's playtime entailed.