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[a-whump-dis-aster]

Moved!

After a whole fiasco with my email and a few of my former school admins who apparently, years later, are still out to get me: I am moving blogs before something catastrophic happens. The new whump blog is @whumps-i-did-it-again I also have a main blog under @cuppa-chai . I'm going to move all my work over there, but I'm sorry to everyone who's posts I've reblogged/liked, I can't move them all T~T. But! I've refollowed everyone! Thanks for you patience and thanks for nothing to my email admins :/

I should also mention that I changed my name again, but that should stay as Chai for a while lol :)

[justbreakonme]

“Come ‘re sweetheart, everything’s gonna be okay…”

The whumpee gratefully collapsed into caretakers arms, weeks of tension finally snapping. It didn’t matter if it was true, that everything was going to be okay.

All that mattered was that someone was holding them, softly, and they could bury their face in their shoulder, and cry without fear of judgment or punishment.

Caretakers hand rubbed gently up and down their back, over scars and now faded bruises, and for now, things were okay. For now.

[old-screnwriter-deactivated2022]

— reassurance starters

“ i feel safe with you. i always have. “

“ are you okay with this? ”

“ i trust you. you've got good values. “

“ thank you for your patience. “

“ can i kiss you? ”

“ i won't tell a soul. i promise. “

“ i appreciate you for you. “

“ you are so smart. the world is lucky to have you. “

“ you don't mind if i kiss you, do you? “

“ it's okay, you know. it's only if you want to. “

“ i want you to kiss me. “

“ i would pretty much trust you with my life. “

“ are you okay with being touched? “

“ if you're uncomfortable, you can tell me. “

“ if there's anything you don't want to do, you don't have to. “

“ you deserve the whole world. “

“ do you want me to talk to them for you? “

“ are you sure about this? “

“ it's okay if you say no. “

“ it's up to you. “

“ i'll always support you. “

“ you'll always have me. “

“ we don't have to do this if you're not ready. “

“ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “

“ do you want me to kiss you? “

“ can i hug you? “

“ i like kissing you. “

“ you're really cute, you know. “

“ you're adorable. god i love you. “

“ you and me, we make a pretty good team. “

“ you're worth everything. “

“ i've never loved anyone the way i love you. “

“ you promise this is okay? “

“ are you okay with me kissing you? ”

“ you can always talk to me. always. “

“ i'm here for you. “

“ do you trust me? “ “ yes. “

“ i like spending time with you. it's nice. ”

“ you make me happy. really happy. “

“ it's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on. “

“ you don't need to worry. you're safe. “

“ i got you. “

“ i'm not going anywhere. “

“ call me, even if it's the middle of the night. “

“ are you okay with this? “

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

“ you know that i love you, right? “

“ whenever you're ready, i'll be there. “

“ if you're not ready, we can wait. “

“ take your time. i'll wait for you. “

“ don't think for even a second that you have to prove something to me. i love you just the way you are. “

“ everything's gonna be okay. “

“ you're not alone. “

“ are you busy? can i talk to you for a moment? “

“ you have me. you'll always have me. “

[about-your-oc]

Do you have a "favourite" physical trait to give to your OCs? If so, what is it?

[a-whump-dis-aster]

FRECKLES

and prominently colored or raised veins. Cuz I just like veins. Despite my needle phobia and hate of blood tests :/

[inthetags]

rb and put in tags how many ppl your tumblr icon has killed

[a-whump-dis-aster]

I think I was about to send you anon hate but I can't remember why? Hi

i hate this app

[a-whump-dis-aster]

Why do ppl delete their blogs.... Like dude if ur moving just. Put it on the old blog so I can find u. Even if ur leaving Tumblr permanently (which, understandable). I still wanna read ur fics???? A lot of the fics I've got saved from other ppl just don't work bc they deactivated :(

[whumpster-dumpster]

Checking a fever with the hand to the face or the neck is an epic trope, obviously, but I also think people are sleeping on the temporal artery scanner. I get my temp checked regularly and I still find the thermometer run across my forehead soothing (also possibly better for touch averse/sensitive whumpees who don’t want someone’s hand on them?) Just pointing it out

[lost-shoe]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Whumptober2021

No. 2 CHOKING

[lost-shoe]

Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

Whumptober2021

No. 1 BOUND

[lost-shoe]

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Whumptober 2021

4. PUSHED

[a-whump-dis-aster]

Do you do BTHB for Bucky? If you do could you please do either defeated & trophied or pinned to the wall for Bucky?

Fluffier than intended, but I'm just glad to have done anything. (Can we get a f in the chat for writer's block?)

Anyway, thanks for the ask and I hope you enjoy! :)

---

Something was wrong.

Bucky couldn't put his finger on it. Not at first. It started as soon as he opened his eyes, already white-knuckling the bedsheets. Maybe he just hadn't slept well, or maybe his body was still achy from training yesterday. Still, it was hard to shake the unease from his shoulders as he started his day.

He was currently staying in a 3 bedroom apartment with Steve and Sam. Steve never really settled back into the tower, and Sam said that he wasn't giving up a quieter life. Bucky complained about being so near to them all the time, but it wasn't so bad in reality.

Hopefully, someday, he might get his own place. Right now, that wasn't possible, simply because of days like this one. Days where his brain malfunctioned and snapped him back to a different time.

He grabbed a plum from the kitchen, slicing it in his hand on his way back to his room. He wanted something to eat before training. They didn't feed him before training in HYDRA. You earned your meal. And even if you did well, you were lucky if you got solid food. A lot of his nutrients were provided intravenously. It wasn't good to be hungry while training, though, so he had to stay on his toes. Any creak of the floorboards, or hinge of a cell, or footsteps-

Footsteps.

There were footsteps behind him.

He was quick, already in the mindset. He spun, knife aimed at the throat of his assailant. He lunged forward. Adrenaline flowed through his veins and his blood roared in his ears. The deafening noise stopped however, when he was slammed against the wall.

Steve.

"Hey, hey, Buck." His voice was cautious, like he was calming a dangerous animal. And, to be fair, he was. Bucky often saw himself as no more than a beast taught to strike without second thought, but just as replaceable as any other animal.

"Put down the knife." Bucky's eyes slowly went to his right hand. Steve had pinned it out straight to the wall, keeping the weapon away from either of them. He glanced back at Steve. Why did everything seem so slow all of the sudden? So foggy? Eventually his fingers loosened their grip and the knife clattered to the floor.

"Are you alright?" Bucky blinked. His ears were ringing. Why was it so loud? He nodded, and Steve released his grip. Bucky looked down. His plum had slipped from his grasp, the red juice dripping off his metal fingertips. It looked familiar. It looked too much like-

"Hey." Bucky snapped out of his daze at Steve's voice. "Are you okay?"

Bucky hesitated. "I..." His brain felt so slow. "I dropped my plum."

It was a stupid thing to be worried about. But it was an easy thing to be worried about. It was easier than 'I thought you were attacking me.' or 'I thought I'd killed again.'. Easier than 'I was back there, just now.'. So Bucky let his brain take the easy way out. He wasn't sure he had the energy for anything else.

Steve laughed. Somehow, the sound made Bucky's mind clear the tiniest bit.

"If you come on a run with me to clear your head, we can stop and get a whole new bag. Deal?"

Bucky nodded. It might be good to take his mind off of things. Who knows? Maybe he'd get lucky and meet a dog or two on the way.

"Good. Sam's already waiting outside." Steve smiled. He didn't have to say anything for Bucky to get the message.

You're safe. You're home. No one is here to harm you.

"You gonna be alright?" Steve looked at his friend.

Bucky responded with a small smile. "Yeah. I will." He took a deep breath, shaking fog from his head. A coy grin crossed his face as he raised an important question.

"Hey, how many times do you think we can lap Sam?"

[a-whump-dis-aster]

Whumpy snippet even though I'm in a massive block rn

Backstory behind this written out clip of a maladaptive daydream:

[A] is a hero in a world of heroes and villains. [B] was his former coworker. They had a close relationship, but while everyone suspected they were dating, it was never more than platonic. They never had an interest in each other in that way. After an incident where another coworker leaves her for dead, [B] is found bleeding out and alone by [C]. Even though [C] knows that [B] is a hero (and [C] is a villain), he pities her and takes her in. Obviously [B] has a hard time trusting any heroes besides her long time friend [A] now. [A] eventually finds out that [B] is alive, and not dead as the public (and him) were informed. He decides to not turn [C] in, solely for [B]'s sake. Unfortunately, in an attack between the heroes and an opposing set of villains, [B] and [C] get caught in the crossfire.

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[A] had been passing an alleyway on his way to a better vantage point when he heard sobbing.

Hushed, panicked sobbing.

Familiar hushed, panicked sobbing.

"No no no no no- you can't! You can't!"

There was no mistaking the voice for [B]'s. That was for sure. He pressed his back to the wall as a groan of pain and another voice drifted around the corner.

"Why're you cryin'? I thought you liked it when I pretended to have morals." The words were snarky, but the voice was slurred and clearly in pain. [B] let out a choked laugh.

"Not when you're bleeding out in my arms and-"

"I wouldn't want it to be you."

[A] peered around the corner. [B] was sitting on the ground with a man bleeding out in her arms- no, a villain. A puddle of blood was starting to stain the hair that had fallen in. [B] sat and held him, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"What happened?" [A] stepped from around the corner, causing [B] to jump, which in turn sent [C] into a fit of pain.

"You trying to make this worse than it is? Quit moving, dumbass!" [C]'s groans fell on deaf ears.

"[A]! Please- I know he's a villain- but please, you gotta help! I'm begging you, I'll do an-"

"I asked what happened." [A]'s voice was steady.

"Tell your ex to fuck off." [C] started. "Don't want him around to ruin my poetic death."

"I got shot at, but he pushed me down and- and- Please, help-!" Her words were hurried and incomplete.

[A] glanced between the two. [B] was a wreck, covered in someone else's blood and sobbing. And [C]? Well, [A] was somewhat surprised of the tenderness in his voice before he'd seen the hero. Snarky remarks or not, his words were full of adoration.

"Fine. Get him up, I know someplace you can go where you can heal without being found."

[whumpd-up-kicks]

I have been thinking abt sharing some whump related concepts I’ve come up with through the years, so here is the first one.. hope you,like it xD

Concept:

A caretaker who has healing powers, and who can also see or sense pain. Additionally, their abilities also includes their mere prescence causing comfort and consolation. Their aura just brings calmness and relief, almost pleasure.

- The relief an agonized whumpee feels when this caretaker enters the room, a cool, soothing sensation instantly reaching them and taking the tip off their suffering

- How euphoric this caretakers gentle touch feels on a feverish whumpee, leaving them unable to repress a soft moan of relief

- Caretaker sometimes sneakily touching a teammate/friend and relieving a headache or a sore muscle. They disguise their touch as a hug or brushing somthing off someones clothes, and smiles at their relieved sighs.

- Caretaker being able to sense exactly where and how much pain someone is feeling, making it impossible to hide an injury or illness from them.

- Their startled gasp when they encounter a whumpee in horrible pain - maybe even more pain than they’ve ever seen before.

Idk I just really like this concept

[studyofwhump]

Whump Prompt 231

“What’s this, little lamb?”

Whumpee flinches as Whumper reaches a hand towards their cheek, their thumb gently brushing against the new set of bruises on their face trailing down their neck. They’re still tender, the throbbing ache of broken blood vessels still persisting days later. They lock their frightened eyes with Whumper’s gaze as they gently lift their chin up to look at them.

“I don’t remember making those. Has someone else been here to see you?”

Whumpee’s words are frozen in their throat, unable to answer Whumper even as they feel the tension of jealousy growing in their grip.

“Who’s been playing with my favorite toy?”

[jordanstrophe]

A powerful whumper, who unfortunately, takes a liking to that flustered struggling whumpee who’s forced to bring them coffee daily as a gift from a neighboring whumper. 

[octopus-reactivated]

Please, give your Pet Whumpee stick to play with