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Hii! Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it, I went with angst which is wierd because I had a good day and I tend to go for more comfort on good days but oh well. Anyway thank you again and have fun reading!

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The room was all white, expect the floor, the floor was basically covered in blood.

In the middle of it was Vivianne lying on the floor, with her throat ripped out. Dead.

"No.. that's not... " Cole couldn't even think straight, he tired reaching out to her, but some invisible force stopped him.

He noticed his hands were covered in blood, but before he could even start to wonder whose was it a voice could be heard.

It came from nowhere and everywhere at once, sending chills down his spine.

"Why did you do this to her? She called for you, asked you to help her...but you weren't there..."

"What? Wait.. No!" He felt sick. "This couldn't ..."

"No!" Suddenly he was sitting in an armchair in their living room. Shaking.

"Fuck, this is what I get for falling asleep." he thought.

"w-wh... at" Vi, who was sleeping on a couch, moved a little, her, eyes fluttered.

He walked to her, although his legs felt like they were about to give up any minute. "Shh, it's okay everything's fine. Sleep" he touched her hair lightly, trying to ignore how much both his hand and voice were shaking. "You're okay"

she's okay, she's breathing, she's safe.

But telling himself that, didn't seem to help much, as it was instantly drown out by the voice from a dream.

But she's not really fine, she's hurt, and that's because of you...

He closed his eyes and buried face in his hands.

That wasn't a good idea as almost instantly images, both from the dream and from the day before showed up, merging into one.

Cole couldn't shake the feeling of blood covering his hands. He felt sick again, he had to wash hands, right now.

He went to the bathroom, and turned the water on, but instead of doing anything else he just lean his forehead on the mirror and clenched his hands into fists to try and stop them from trembling.

It was just a dream, pull yourself together goddamnit.

But honestly that only seemed to make things worse.

As he walked closer to the living room it got harder and harder to stand straight, finally he sank to the floor next to the couch pushing his back into it, all while a voice in his head screamed: your fault, your fault your fault.

"I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry Vi, I'm so sorry I should have been there I know" Cole wishpered to the dark room and to the girl sleeping next to him.

He he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands again, it seems that was all the sleep he was about to get for a while.

Whumptober #18

alternative prompt - 8. Comfort

I was about to say: sorry for doing so much with that one idea basically, hope you're not bored of it by now.

But I'm working on getting into the mindset of "it's my blog I'm going to write for me" so let's not do that.

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"Jesus, Vi" Sasha said quietly as he watched her wake up and immediately try to sit up. He reached out to stop her.

"You really should've realized by now that getting up isn't that good of an idea". Vivienne didn't answer, but didn't move either, so that's something.

"How long -?" She was looking around the room now.

"Just a few minutes, I've checked on your bandages and you're not bleeding, so I think that was from exhaustion... - how are you feeling?"

"Dizzy and cold" Hm, he sure didn't expected her to answer honestly.

"Alright, wait a minute I'm going to look for a blanket." Looking at her Sasha did noticed that she was shivering a little.

It took him a good while because the apartment was a mess.

"I swear if you two won't start cleaning I'm kicking you both...-" but he stopped at the sight of tears streaming down her face. Well that's something new.

"What's going on? Are you in pain? Do you need something?" Sasha really couldn't remember the last time he saw Vi cry, so that really made it hard not to panic. Trying to at least appear calm he sat down next to her, and gently touched her face. "Hey, talk to me"

"I'm worried" Ah.

"And I guess it's not the fact that you almost bleed out today, that worried you? " She again didn't say anything.

"Fuck. Listen Vi, Cole's going to be fine. Alright? I promise. Everything is going to be fine, if you want I can -" but the message sound cut in the middle of the sentence. He took a quick glance, fuck.

"Shit, I have to go, I'm sorry." talk about bad timing "as soon as I get hold of Cole I'll tell him to get hiss ass back home immediately but -"

Vivianne had eyes closed but nodded briefly. "It's alright, I'll be ok."

He sit down next to her again

"Try to get some sleep then, and promise me you won't try to get up." He kissed her forehead "you know Cole wasn't the only one worried about you today".

Whumptober #10

Alternative prompt #12 - regret

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"You're back" a weak voice came form the couch.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up" Cole gave up on trying to shut the door as quietly as possible and walked closer " Where's Sasha?"

"Who knows?" Vivianne sighed.

"He left you alone!?" Cole could feel himself loosing control again, it wasn't often that killing someone didn't help him to calm down.

"Something came up -" Vi couldn't finish as Cole cut her off, sitting on a couch next to her.

"Vivianka -... I"

"Oh, shit" she thought, that nickname never meant anything good.

"What the hell did you do?" Vi sat up, not bothering to hide her concern.

"What?" Cole tried to check on her bandages, but she slapped his hand away, although not really putting much dedication into it.

"You never call me that without a good reason, and you look like something happend. I guess you found the guy?"

"Yeah I did, and now I guess his friends will have to find whatever remained of him" Cole smiled a little, but it was a wierd smile.

"Fuck, what's going on with you? He only stabbed me, not the first time someone does that, and probably not the last. I don't know if you noticed but we're not very liked in this city"

Talking that much made her ribs hurt all over again but she suppressed a groan of pain - worrying him more wouldn't be a good idea right now.

"Besides" Vi continued "Don't you think that I might have wanted to do this myself-.. " A sudden wave of pain didn't let her finish, she took a sharp breath "well maybe not in the nearest future but..."

"Vi" Cole interrupted her, he didn't sound angry anymore, but something new in his voice made her worry even more. "It was supposed to be my job" He said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I was supposed to take it, but I bailed last minute, I-i don't even know.. why, but I know I was supposed to be there not.... you" He couldn't even look at her, he was starting into the distance, at the city in the window in front of them.

"Hey, look at me" Vivianne squeezed his hand

"Listen we're bailing on the jobs and generally not being where we're supposed to be all the time, it's nothing really. If you were there the only thing that would go differently is that you would have gotten hurt not me, and I would much rather..." Being able to focus got harder and harder, she could already see the dark spots dancing in her vision.

"Don't you dare to end that sentence" Cole said, but his tone was gentle. "You don't know how that felt, how I felt when I saw you there, when I thought that y-you... were..." He couldn't even finish that thought.

"When all I could think about when you didn't wake up was how that was because of me, how looking at you even now, makes my stomach turn, because let's be honest you still look like shit.. and-"

"Rude" Vi's voice was so weak and distorted that he immediately looked down, just to see that her eyes were already closed.

Pale, with dark circles under eyes, she really did look like shit. He gritted his teeth, if only he could kill that guy again.

Cole run his fingers through her hair, the same white color as his.

"Sleep, I won't leave you again". He didn't know if she could hear him anymore "At least not until you get better"

my dear whump community if could have your attention for a second

(this visual prompt was brought to you by yours truly)

Whumpee laying on a couch, and caretaker sitting next to them like this. That's it that's the post. Thank you for your attention

Whumptober #7

Caretaker hated seeing Whumpee like this, pale slumped over couch, finally asleep but still moving and occasionally groaning in pain. So small.... so.... helpless. "Whumpee" and "helpless" this two words seemed wrong together.

Wrong, so wrong... this was the breaking point for Caretaker, as the numbness they were feeling started to fade away, they could feel the soft veil slowly lifting up, feelings they turned off to be able to help patch Whumpee up, coming back.

And coming back with full force at that, Caretaker realized as the blind rage they started to feel almost threw them off their feet.

"sleep now, you're safe here, I'll be right back but for now I have something to take care of" They kissed Whumpee forehead, and walked towards the door.

Whump Prompt #3

When Whumpee wakes up and sees that Caretaker has an injury, (nothing serious but visible like twisted ankle and a cane to help them move around etc) and they start to panic and fuss over caretaker despite them being in much worse state.

Very Specific Whump Prompt #2

Something happens to whumpee because of character A, (not in a whumper kind of way, more like a reckless driver who got them in an accident kinda way) and while A is fine whumpee is not. Character B - caretaker knows what happened and is furious with A, they stand in Whumpees bedroom /medical room door not letting A in. A apologize but can't really defend themselves because it really is their fault. And there comes heated argument, maybe there's even some shoving /fight (bonus points if A and B don't like /trust each other)

I love protective caretakers (more platonic but romantic can work too) so I thought about sort of a master list /collection of this exact prompt so if you have a favorite prompt /story etc with protective caretaker link it in the notes 👀

tw alcohol/drugs

Very specific whump prompt #1

This one actually came to me in a dream lol. But get this :

- Person A broke up with whumpee some time ago (but they still care for them) whumpee is now with someone else (who A is ofc jealous of, but can't really do anything since they were the one who broke up) . But one night whumpee is out on their own and they get drunk af, and they find themselves on some park bench with some creep talking to them, almost black out drunk, but person A finds them and gets them home.

- whumpee drunkenly going on about how they still love person A, (if they still love them or if they even recognize them at the moment is up to you). Person A kissing them or smth before leaving them at their doorstep

- the morning after person A meets whumpee again and oh no they don't remember anything! Maybe whumpee is with person B at the time too, and jealousy hits extremely hard, but person B is very protective of whumpee as well.

-in addition to this or separately :something happens to whumpee that evening, and person B is furious about that, they meet Person A and whumpee only hazily remembers person A being there, so B thinks that they have done this to their partner, an argument or perhaps a fight between person a and b ensue.

Whump prompt #1

Just character A holding out their arm protectively in front of B. Simple concept and so many possibilities :

Is A even aware they're doing that or is it a reflex? Is B hurt and they're trying to protect them from staring themselves even more? Shield them form whumper /danger? Or maybe A is whumpee trying to protect their caretaker form whumper? Maybe they're trying to hold B back even tough they're furious themselves? Maybe....

Just so many possibilities in one simple gesture