#beretta!rob

[roblingoblin285]

Rob's Corner Masterlist!

welcome to Rob's Corner! asks are always encouraged, and I love to interact with people :)

stuff i write:

wing whump, superhero whump, parent figure caretaker + whumpee, child figure caretaker + whumpee (depends on the series), pretty much anything i damn well please.

ask games:

rob's corner whump asks (status: active)

AUs

Millhaven (main universe, whumpees and caretakers switch around a lot. they're all sad.)

Day 17: Abandoned

Day 27: Wiping away tears

Fall From Grace (superhero au: winged parental villain whumpee, ex-hero caretaker, hero whumper)

Character picrews + Character Sheets

Song lyrics (ask)

💜 anon Ask 1

Day 1: Going into shock

Day 2: Helping an escape

Day 3: Gentle wound care

Day 4: Walking them home

Day 5: Lies

Day 6: Failed escape

Day 7: Hair pulling

Day 8: Losing grounding in reality

Day 9: Offering a hand

Day 10: Watching TV together

Day 11: "I know exactly what you need"

Day 12: "There's nothing to apologize for"

Day 13: "Do you have any idea what I've done for you?"

Day 14: Stumbling

Day 15: Dislocation

Day 16: Knees buckling

Day 18: "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry"

Day 19: "Please don't touch me"

Day 20: Gaslit into doubting reality

Day 22: Toxic

Day 23: Brutal breakdown

Day 24: Defiance

Day 25: "I would say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying"

Day 26: Painful wound care

Day 28: Anger borne of worry

Day 29: Presumed dead

Day 30: "Missed me?"

Fall From Grace masterlist continued here

Scientia et Labor (winged lab whumpee, scientist caretaker)

Day 21: Heavy shackles

Day 43: Impaled

May I Come In? (human whumpee, winged vampire caretaker)

Day 47: Tied to a pole in the sun

Out of Their Element (very young (about 13) servant whumpee, parental winged royal caretaker)

Day 46: Whipping

Day 95: Muffled screams

Day 101: Bedside vigil

Day 107: Waking up disoriented

Day 108: "Please, sit down"

Day 109: Strangled

Day 112: Denial

Day 113: Hypothermia

Day 114: First time being treated for wounds

Day 116: "You're making a mess"

Day 117: Reverting back

Day 120: "I didn't know you felt that way"

Day 121: Blood-covered hands

Beretta (henchmen whumpee(s), boss caretaker (+fellow henchmen caretaker)

Day 45: Taking bullets in their place

Taglists

365 day writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz

Fall From Grace (+adjacent) taglist: @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

[roblingoblin285]

Day 123: Held at gunpoint (Beretta)

very rare beretta piece!! i let this get away from me a bit

Rob’s breath hitched in his throat at the feeling of cold metal against the nape of his neck. He was already severely wounded, with cuts along his stomach and arms pooling blood over his shirt. A shallow cut above his eyebrow bled into his eyes, slowly making it harder and harder to see.

The assailant pressed the gun against him harder, sending a dull throb down Rob’s spine.

“Wait-” Spencer cried out from in front of him, twisting against the chair he was bound to. “Please don’t hurt him, please-”

“Spencer,” Rob said hoarsely, trying to keep his voice even. “It’s alright, calm down.”

“You know what I want,” the attacker hissed into Rob’s ear. The barrel of the gun pressed harder into his head and he had to suppress a shiver.

“I told you,” Rob insisted, vision blinded by dark red. He nearly panicked as he realized he was blind, but kept his voice steady. “I’m not in the inner circle, I don’t know what Plague Doctor’s got planned.”

There was a condescending sigh, and then the side of his head exploded in pain as the butt of the gun was brought down hard. Lights popped in front of Rob’s eyes, and he slumped against the ropes holding him.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” the assailant yelled over Spencer’s protests. “I know you’re their second-in-command, don’t bullshit me.”

“He’s not!” Through the firey pain splitting his head, Rob admired Spencer’s ability to lie under pressure. “We’re both low-level muscle, cannon fodder! We don’t know anything-”

A shot rang out and Rob screamed, panic coursing through him. There was blood in his eyes still, he couldn’t see anything, couldn’t see if Spencer was okay-

Rob didn’t realize he was speaking until the ringing in his ears began to fade. “-please, leave him alone- Spencer, are you okay? Talk to me, please, I can’t see-”

“Rob, I’m okay!” The sound of Spencer’s voice was such a relief that Rob collapsed, still forced upright by the ropes binding him. “It’s okay, philatos. We’re okay now.”

He frowned, confused. A hand landed on his shoulder and he flinched, panicked.

“He can’t see, Sage-”

“Shit, sorry.” A familiar voice came from just next to him, and Rob could have sobbed with relief. “It’s alright, kid. It’s just me.”

Panic flooded Rob again. “What are you- you can’t be here, they’re looking for you, boss. “You’re in danger, you have to go-”

“It’s okay, calm down a second.” The blood was wiped from his eyes by a gentle hand, and he could make out Sage and Spencer’s concerned faces.

“Are you okay?” Rob asked Spencer desperately, straining against his ropes to inspect the other man for injuries. Spencer winced as the ropes dug into Rob’s skin, aggravating his already irritated injuries.

“I’m fine, philatos. Calm down, you’re hurt.”

The ropes binding his arms fell away and he slumped into Spencer’s chest. His head throbbed painfully, and every cut on his skin stung more painfully as his adrenaline faded away. Spencer wrapped his arms around Rob, and Sage let a comforting hand rest on his back. The gesture was more physical affection than Sage usually allowed themselves to express, and Rob melted into it gratefully.

“You did good, Rob,” they said quietly. “Really good. You’re alright now, you’re safe.”

“I can carry him,” Spencer said, already moving to scoop Rob up.

“I-I can walk,” Rob insisted, words slurring together. 

“Absolutely not,” Sage said sharply, and Spencer looked horrified at the thought. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, and you’re still injured.”

Rob dimly realized that his shirt was soaked in blood, still spreading across his stomach. Spencer looked down, grimacing.

“The kidnapper had already hurt him by the time I woke up. When I was awake…he cut Rob a few times and hit him hard in the head with his gun. He was trying to get information about the operation. Rob didn’t say anything,” Spencer added quickly, his tone defensive. He held Rob a little tighter.

Sage sighed. “I know, Spencer. I trust him.”

Rob would have smiled if it didn’t hurt so much to do so.

Thank you for reading! Asks are always welcome about anything, and I appreciate your support! If you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist, please submit an ask or leave a reply. 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz Fall From Grace + adjacent taglist: @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

[roblingoblin285]

Day 45: Taking bullets in their place (Beretta)

Media/universe: Beretta (OCs)

There was a blunt thump as Rob hit the ground, his ears ringing from the sound of the shot. His side flared with white-hot pain at the impact, and before he realized it hot tears were rolling down his face and burning his eyes.

“-so stupid.” Spencer kneeled at Rob’s side, wincing as blood began to pool through his shirt. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

Rob groaned, rolling over to let Spencer press his hands to the gunshot. “‘re you okay?” he asked, words dangerously slurred. 

“I’m fine, hon. Please stay still.”

He nodded, letting his head fall back to the concrete. Rob could dimly make out the sounds of a fight, no doubt Sage taking care of the shooter. 

“Stay awake, Rob. You have to stay awake for me.”

“‘M tryin’” he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably on the hard ground. “Tired.”

“I know, philatos. But you have to be conscious. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

They sat there for a few minutes, Spencer gently nudging Rob when he started to doze. Sage had run off to grab help, the attacker now sprawled at the end of the alley.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Spencer said, heavy with guilt. “It was my shot to take.”

“Thas’ dumb as hell,” Rob murmured. “Don’ regret it.”

“I know you don’t, idiot. I’m saying it wasn’t worth it.”

Rob frowned. “It was to me.”

sorry this ones kind of bad i have a big research paper due in like an hour and a half

thanks for reading! please comment/submit an ask if you would like to be added to or removed from the taglist. Asks and questions about characters or plot are always welcome! 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @sapphobugz Fall From Grace (adjacent) taglist: @thekittyburger