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Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears

Contains: generic characters, aftermath of captivity, aftermath of rescue, panic, crying

Whumpee woke with a start and immediately couldn’t breathe. Everything around them was blinding white and unfamiliar, they didn’t know where they were, what was Whumper doing to them now? They struggled to sit up, but they were so weak that their arms just collapsed underneath them.

Then someone was there, looming above them and putting their hands on their shoulders. Through the haze of fear, they were just a silhouette, but it couldn’t be anyone but Whumper. It was always Whumper, always with some new method to hurt them. They stopped trying to move, instead lying there trembling with their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to start.

“Whumpee! Calm down, breathe. You’re safe.”

Nightmares

Contains: generic whumpee and caretaker, strangulation, panic, caretaker whump

Whumpee was having a nightmare. Caretaker knew they got them sometimes, but they’d never actually witnessed one before. But tonight the two of them were sharing a room, and Caretaker woke to the sound of whimpering and thrashing.

Concerned, they swung their feet to the floor and leaned forward, eyes squinting to see through the darkness. “Whumpee?” they whispered. “Whumpee, wake up.”

There was no response. Whumpee groaned and tossed their head, and Caretaker’s stomach sank with sympathy. Standing, they crept over to the other bed and reached out, gently touching Whumpee’s arm and shaking it a little.

“Whumpee! It’s okay, just wake up!”

I actually wrote this piece quite a long time ago, but felt awkward at the time about posting teenage whump. Since then I've realized that there's quite a few people out there who don't mind it, and I do love this au, so here I am posting it.

Shoutout to @painful-pooch my love who owns Bruno and comes up with most of his dialogue and actions for these pieces

Brumaria taglist: @sssunshinebreeze

Contains: lady whump, minor (teen) whump, abusive parent, starvation, neglect, physical abuse, bullying, passing out, duct tape, prejudice, panic, foster care mention

“Alright everybody, pipe down. That means you, Hannah. Seriously. Stop talking. Do we need to go through this again?

“Okay guys, we have a new student today, go ahead and introduce yourself.”

Kamaria glances up from her notes long enough to take in the brown hair, the black eye, and the letterman jacket, then lets her frizzy curls fall back over her face.

“Bruno Skovgaard.” The name is mumbled so quietly it barely reaches her desk in the very back of the room. Not what she expected from a high school athlete, but it hardly registers, anyway. She’s too busy trying to make sense of the scientific jargon squeezed onto every millimeter of her notebook page to bother with yet another guy who will either ignore her or bully her.

It momentarily slips her mind that the only available desk in the room is the one next to hers, until said guy plops down into it. She can’t see him past her curtain of hair, though. If she’s lucky, he’ll take that as the sign to leave her alone that it is. 

I've been working on the next chapter of this story for a while now, but for now you get a bonus chapter - the rescue from Isa's perspective!

For most of the days this month I tried to use the lyric or at least the song as the prompt, but this is one of a few where that just didn't work out and I used a different prompt, instead.

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No. 13: Infection | Panic

Contains: lady whump, sensory overload, needle mention, fever, captivity, thoughts of death, magical whump, touch aversion, implied sedatives

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Isa can’t remember ever feeling this sick before. It isn’t the first instance in the time she’s been here that a wound has gotten infected, but she’s weaker now, likely. There’s no way she hasn’t steadily been getting weaker all this time. And now…it’s probably finally the end. Yes, she’s thought it many times before. She thought she was going to die just a few days after she first got kidnapped. She never dreamed she’d still be here five years later. 

But everything has been so much worse since Lainey ran. Sir is so angry. She isn’t sure anymore that he wants her alive. He seems like he wants to keep beating them both until they’re dead and he doesn’t have to deal with them anymore. So even if he does come back down here and sees how sick she is, she isn’t confident he’ll do anything about it. 

(Day 8 of Whumptober 2021)

Thank you to @shiningstarofwinter for the inspiration for this one!

Taglist: @inky-whump , @michelleswhumpyreblogs

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity whump, creepy/possessive whumper, claustrophobia, death mention, panic, stress position, restraints

Alt. 10 - TRAPPED

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She can’t breathe.

There’s not enough air, she can’t breathe.

It’s too small, she’s being crushed, her lungs can’t get anything in and she can’t move and she can’t breathe and she’s going to die here, trapped in this box, tied up and folded like she’s a gift instead of a person.

And this psychotic man is going to be taking photos of her very last moments.

(Day 4 for Whumptober 2021)

It’s my birthday :)

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @a-series-of-whumpy-events , @ladydani101 , @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, panic, implied past noncon, fear of future noncon

No. 4 - TRUST FALL

“Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

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The day after the incident, Marshall corners her on the stairs on her way above deck. One moment they’re passing each other, shoulder to shoulder, and the next he’s turned on her and is up close, too close, and she’s flattened herself against the wall, head bouncing against the wooden surface, breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat beneath a tight fist that squeezes.

(Day 3 of Whumptober 2021)

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @lave-whump

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), referenced fantastic prejudice, referenced panic attack, referenced homelessness, panic, touch repulsion, trauma

No. 3 - STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT…

taunting | insults | “Who did this to you?”

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Nari and Jamil sit at the kitchen table for a long time after Liliana rushes out, lost in their own thoughts. Jamil is probably berating himself for feeding the kid bacon, and Nari knows she should talk to him about it, but she can’t seem to pull herself out of her own spiral of, What do we do? How can we possibly fix this…fix her?They’re in way over their heads. Yeah, they all came into this team with their own types of trauma, but not like this. She’s not a therapist. None of them are. That’s what the kid probably needs, a therapist, but somehow she gets the feeling the suggestion wouldn’t go over well.

Jamil is actually finally the one to break the stormy silence. “Um, do you want some breakfast?”

Normally she’d get it herself but he needs something to do right now, something to make himself feel better about what just happened. “Sure. What you’re having is fine.”

He busies himself getting out eggs and firing up the stove.

“You had no way of knowing.”

He nods without turning around. “Yeah, I know. Still feel bad, though.”

“I know.” She sighs, drums her blunted fingernails on the table top. “It’s gonna take time.”

(Prompt #21 for Summer of Whump)

Taglist (ask to be added or removed!): @darthsutrich , @inky-whump

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Warnings: lady whumpee (no whumper), homelessness, panic attack, brief self harm

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It’s not a long walk back to HQ from where the fight happened, but still, the new girl, Liliana, doesn’t say a single word the whole way. Nari tries her best to make up for it, though, chattering nonstop about the team and herself. At one point she seems to run out of things to say, glancing over at Quinn helplessly.

He eyes the young girl in his periphery, hands tucked beneath her arms and face pointed at the ground, and positions his hands out of her sight to sign, Are you sure she wants to be here?

Pressing her lips together, Nari turns a bit to the side to try to hide her own signing. She’s just scared. I think she’s been through a lot.