#parting words

[hero-of-the-wolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[fallenwhumpee]

Carewhumper who realizes they’re not helping Whumpee and leaves them, despite how much it hurts Whumpee. It’s for their own good, right?

Please PLEASE do this one by @whump-and-other-misfortunes it’s so juicy 👻

Original prompt • here •

Goodbye

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Warnings: Carewhumper, parting words.

It had been the hardest decision Caretaker had ever made.

It was for the best, despite how much it was going to hurt Whumpee. Despite how much it hurt Caretaker.

Caretaker looked at Whumpee, who was lying on the couch with a light blanket tightly wrapped around them, breathing heavily and sleeping quite uncomfortable. Whumpee deserved better than that.

But this was definitely going to break Whumpee's heart. Caretaker refused to think how similar it was with what they had done until now, and tried to convince themselves that this was neccesary. For Whumpee.

With a heavy sigh, Caretaker prepared a bag full of clean clothes, a good amount of money hidden in it along with a cheap phone. It was only for making calls at the end, Whumpee didn't need that fancy ones.

Also, through their stay, Whumpee was never interested in the TV or anything else, and it was safe to say they avoided it. Flashy or loud things bothered them. It had taken Caretaker embarrassingly long to realise that, though.

Just another reason for Caretaker to stop doing this.

Putting in some packed food, Caretaker dragged the bag next to the door. They knew it was the right thing to do, but Caretaker felt terrible about it. They had gotten attached to Whumpee as much as Whumpee did to them.

Caretaker pulled themselves together. Whumpee needed a better place to heal.

"Whumpee," Caretaker called, keeping their voice low.

Whumpee kept sleeping. This was a show of trust Caretaker had wanted from the start. Sleeping next to them without a tad bit of worry. But Caretaker had done nothing to deserve it.

Whumpee had every reason to be on alert near Caretaker.

"Whumpee," they called again. Their thoughts were getting too suffocating. "Whumpee get up."

Whumpee stirred, but didn't get up.

"Whumpee," they growled. How could they just keep trusting Caretaker? The mere idea was enough to anger them. How could Whumpee just do that when even Caretaker didn't trust themselves?

Whumpee flinched, waking up with the sudden harsh tone. They looked dazed for a moment, but became alert as soon as they saw Caretaker towering on them.

"Something happened?" Whumpee asked, their voice hitching. They looked so fragile.

Caretaker couldn't take it anymore.

"Get up. You're going," Caretaker motioned.

Whumpee sat up, confusion etching their face.

"Going? What do you mean? Where?"

Caretaker, unable to meet Whumpee's gaze, pointed to the bag by the door. "I can't keep doing this. You're going. Somewhere better."

"Better? What are you talking about? I want to stay here. With you."

Caretaker's patience snapped. "You can't stay here. It's not safe. It's not right. You deserve better than this."

Whumpee frowned. "But I want to be with you. I don't know anywhere else to know."

Caretaker would be proud in any other situation that Whumpee was standing up for themselves. But Caretaker was angry. "Whumpee, you don't understand. I can't take care of you. I can't protect you. You're not safe here."

"But... you said— you said you could hide me until Whumper was found! Caretaker, please—"

"No. Whumpee. That's not up to you. You can't stay."

Whumpee looked like they could cry at the smallest touch. But suddenly, their expression changed.

"I won't stay where I'm not wanted. But I thought you cared about me."

"I do care about you!" Caretaker's voice wavered, torn between anger and desperation. "That's why you have to go. I can't let you be hurt because of me."

"But you're hurting me now!" Whumpee's voice cracked, a mix of hurt and betrayal. "And I refuse to be hurt again. Goodbye, Caretaker."

And with that, they left Caretaker there, grabbing the bag with unsteady steps and shutting the door behind.

[voxyldy]

12.11.2023

[VIDEO]

🐯: Hello, this is Kim Taehyung’s Vlog. I have come to tell you I am enlisting and I’ll work hard and come back healthy. Though I might not be able to see your Armys Vlogs for a while but please keep posting them. I’ll try to watch them someday

Source: Bangtan Bomb / Translation: The Tae Guide

[sorry for the blurry beginning]

[sienoel]

enough now. time to let go. 

[we-are-a-dragon]

Hamish (playing Thaddeus): Telchal is going to throw his dagger at Demogorgon. He deals… 72 damage.

DM: The knife turns end over end and plunges through Demogorgon’s chest. Its form, once almost solid, becomes more and more translucent and withers away to leave only the broken, pathetic corpse of Jaril Cornhollow.

Hamish: Oh my god. It's done.

Tati (playing Seraph): Does it have any parting words?

DM: Oh yes. As it fades, it looks down and sneers. “I know your faces. My followers will come for you.”

Tati: *eyes widen* Don’t like that!

[thelastaerie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Freier Fall | Free Fall (2013) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marc Borgmann/Kay Engel, Marc Borgmann & Kay Engel Characters: Marc Borgmann, Kay Engel, Bettina Bischoff, Frank Richter Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

This is a post Canon fic set 10 years after the movie

Marc is now a Sergeant in Berlin’s criminal investigation police department (KriPo), balancing a promising career and a busy dating life. Even though the one regret in his life remains, Marc believes he has moved on - or so he thought until he sees Kay again by chance on the train one morning.

Just like before, seeing Kay unravels Marc’s life. It doesn’t help that Kay seems to be doing a disappearing act.

Their paths crossed when a work-related opportunity presents itself, they soon find out how much has changed and how much has remained the same between them.

 The story will start with Marc's POV for the first few chapters, then Kay's POV. And a mix of both later on.

[shewhoseeksfreedom]

If I had several lives I would have devoted one of them to you, but I have only one life.

Simone Weil’s parting words to her parents when returning to London to work for the Free French Government (after she and her family escaped Nazi persecution in France by traveling to New York).