Whumpee throwing themselves at Leader’s feet after being rescued, apologizing for being caught, for cracking under torture, for being so weak and useless and-
Leader just drops to their knees to pull Whumpee into a hug, telling them the only thing they cared about was that they were alive, that they were back, nothing else mattered.
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Hey girly. I was wondering if you could write something about reader and Bucky with exes to lovers? They’re both members of the new avengers and they dated for a bit then had kind of a messy break up. It’s been a bit of a turf war between the two: Bob (he is more neutral but goes along with Yelena) Yelena, and Walker are team reader and Ava and Alexei are team Bucky. The break up is actually really stupid and unnecessary, but they swear they’re both done for good. Then reader gets hurt (very minor, not even on a mission) but she’s crying for Bucky. Like some of the team is trying to help her and she’s like “Bucky! I need Bucky” and he gets word of it and he is there. No questions asked like he runs to her. And it’s so unserious but he babies her and calms her down and calls her baby and tells her that he’s there and she will be okay now. He takes care of her and they end up getting back together.
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The breakup had been over a protein bar.
Not even a good one.
One of those chalky, dry, “tastes like regret and sawdust” ones that Bucky Barnes had apparently eaten without reading the label—your label—and then made a stupid, offhand comment about how you always left your things everywhere.
You’d snapped.
He’d snapped back.
Something about space. Something about respect. Something about “maybe we shouldn’t do this if we’re just going to keep circling the same stupid arguments.”
And just like that, two people who had survived missions, near-death experiences, and months of quiet, careful healing together… ended over a protein bar and wounded pride.
It would’ve been funny if it didn’t feel like losing a limb.
Now, the compound felt split down the middle.
Yelena had immediately declared herself captain of Team You, dragging John along with her, who nodded like he’d been waiting his entire life to pick a side in something dramatic. Even Bob hovered awkwardly nearby, trying to stay neutral but very obviously siding with whoever Yelena was glaring at less that day.
Across the hall, Ava and Alexei had claimed Bucky with equal enthusiasm.
It had turned into a full-blown turf war.
Petty. Loud. Stupid.
Exactly like the breakup.
“You know he’s miserable, right?” Yelena muttered one afternoon, perched on the kitchen counter while you aggressively chopped vegetables that did nothing to deserve your anger.
You didn’t look up. “Don’t care.”
“You do care,” she sing-songed. “You are just stubborn.”
“I’m not—”
“You cried in the shower yesterday.”
You froze.
She smirked. “Water does not hide everything, you know.”
You pointed your knife at her. “If you tell anyone—”
“I already told Walker,” she said cheerfully.
“Yelena—”
“I am kidding. Relax. You are very tense. You should kiss your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected. “Temporary condition.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it hurt. “We’re not getting back together.”
“Mm,” she hummed, unconvinced. “We’ll see.”
---
It didn’t happen on a mission.
There was no dramatic explosion, no heroic sacrifice, no battlefield chaos.
It happened because you slipped.
Bare feet, slick tile, a stupid puddle you hadn’t noticed after your shower—and suddenly you were on the floor with a sharp, shocking pain in your ankle and a yelp that echoed off the bathroom walls.
“Shit—”
You tried to stand, immediately regretted it, and dropped back down with a hiss.
It wasn’t bad.
Not really.
But it hurt, and the shock of it made your eyes sting.
“Hey—hey, what happened?”
Yelena’s voice was suddenly there, followed by footsteps and the bathroom door swinging open.
You were halfway to saying you were fine when the pain pulsed again, sharp enough to steal your breath.
And before you could stop yourself—
“Bucky.”
The word slipped out, small and broken.
Yelena blinked. “What?”
Your throat tightened. You shook your head, embarrassed, but the panic had already latched on, irrational and overwhelming.
“I— I need—”
Another throb of pain. Another wave of tears.
“Bucky,” you said again, louder this time. “I need Bucky.”
Yelena didn’t hesitate.
“Walker!” she barked out into the hall. “Go get Barnes. Now.”
“I can just—” Walker started.
“Now.”
There was a beat of silence, then hurried footsteps.
You tried to laugh it off, wiping at your face. “This is so stupid. It’s just my ankle—”
“It is not stupid,” Yelena said firmly, crouching beside you. “You are injured and dramatic. Both are valid.”
“I’m not—” Your voice wobbled. “I just—”
You didn’t even know how to explain it.
It wasn’t just the pain.
It was the instinct. The reflex. The way your body, even after everything, still reached for him first.
Like he was home.
---
Across the compound, Bucky barely processed Walker’s words.
“—she’s asking for you.”
That was all he needed.
He was already moving before the sentence finished.
“Where?”
“Bathroom—she slipped, I think—”
Bucky didn’t wait.
He ran.
Past the kitchen, past the living area, past Ava calling his name and Alexei asking what happened. His heart pounded hard enough to make his ribs ache, a familiar, terrifying rhythm that only ever showed up when it mattered.
When you mattered.
The door was already open when he got there.
You were on the floor, wrapped in a towel, hair damp, ankle already starting to swell—and crying.
His chest clenched.
“Hey—hey, I’m here,” he said immediately, dropping to his knees beside you. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby.”
The word slipped out without thinking.
You didn’t correct him.
You didn’t even hesitate—you just reached for him.
He gathered you carefully, one arm braced behind your back, the other steadying your injured leg.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice soft and grounding. “Don’t move it yet, okay? Let me see.”
“It hurts,” you whispered, pressing your face into his shoulder.
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your damp hair. “You’re okay. I’m here now.”
The room had gone quiet.
Yelena leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with a smug, knowing expression. Walker hovered behind her. Somewhere down the hall, you could hear Alexei loudly announcing that he’d been right all along.
Bucky didn’t notice any of it.
He was too focused on you.
“Can you wiggle your toes?” he asked softly.
You nodded against him, doing as he asked.
“Good. That’s good.” Relief flickered across his face. “Probably just a sprain. We’ll ice it, wrap it up. You’ll be okay.”
You sniffled. “I feel stupid.”
“Hey.” His hand tilted your chin up gently, forcing you to look at him. His expression softened, something warm and achingly familiar settling in his eyes. “You’re not stupid. You got hurt. You called me. That’s… that’s okay.”
Your breath hitched.
“I didn’t even think about it,” you admitted quietly. “I just—”
“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “Me neither.”
There was a beat of silence.
Heavy. Fragile.
Then you huffed out a small, watery laugh. “We broke up over a protein bar.”
Bucky blinked.
Then, despite everything, a breath of laughter escaped him too. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”
“That’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever done,” he admitted. “I’ve made a lot of bad decisions, but that one’s up there.”
You studied him for a moment, really looked at him.
God, you’d missed him.
“Me too,” you said softly. “I didn’t want to be done. I was just… mad.”
“I know.” His thumb brushed under your eye, catching a stray tear. “I didn’t want to be done either. I just didn’t know how to fix it without making it worse.”
“You could’ve tried.”
“I should’ve,” he said immediately. “I should’ve come to you. I should’ve—” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache.
“I’m sorry too.”
Another pause.
Then, quieter—
“Are we really done?” you asked.
His answer was instant.
“No.”
Something in your chest loosened.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Okay,” he echoed.
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment like he needed to make sure you were real.
Then he shifted, careful and steady as he lifted you into his arms.
“C’mon,” he murmured. “Let’s get you patched up.”
You curled into him automatically, your arms slipping around his neck.
“Bucky?”
“Yeah, baby?”
A small smile tugged at your lips.
“I missed you.”
His grip tightened, just slightly.
“I missed you too,” he said, and this time, there was no hesitation at all.
Your leader is living in a body that never has its needs met: never completely fed or hydrated; never rested enough, and never hugged in a way that is meaningful.
Who notices this first? Who acknowledges this first?
i want to see more low-empathy characters in team whump dynamics. everyone is freaking out over whumpee's injuries, panicking and fussing over them, feeling guilty and all of that whatnot. and the low-empathy character sees all this and just feels... nothing. they don't care. they know they should care, but they don't. and they want to feel bad about not caring, but they can't even feel that either. it's just nothing.
the character isn't cold to whumpee or mean or anything like that. they just have no emotional response. and while the team are giving the character shit for it, calling them callous and cruel, whumpee finds it calming to have someone who isn't treating them like they've changed.
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leader whumpee who sacrificed everything for their team— who tried everything they could before they had to resort to their last option, the only one they had left: surrendering.
and they didn't know what they had expected from them— perhaps not gratitude, but at least understanding? everyone knew what was going to become of them otherwise, right? they knew of every threat, knew how suffering would steal the oxygen from their lungs, they knew that their end wouldn't be anything quick. they knew that they had tried everything. everything.
so when they are met with resentment and betrayal, called a backstabber behind their back— it comes as a surprise. it hits, and it hits hard. can't they see that this way, at least, no one gets hurt?
(except whumpee— but that's occasional, and no one has to know about that part of the deal. and it's not that bad, all things considered, they tell themself.)
maybe they should have expected this. they have no one on their side, now, and they're utterly alone. it's lonely.
and as whumper calls them in for a "debrief", the dirty looks they receive from team hurt worse than whatever whumper could have planned for today. the thought comes unbidden, though undoubtedly true: they deserve this.
The villies pov is funny because despite everything, they are quite competent. They don’t realise it though, they just kinda assume they’re par for the course.
So when they are killed on their own grave, after arriving at the funeral where a large group had formed, and as skizz talks to them, the entire rest of the server slowly backs away until it’s literally just them, and they’re all blown up at the exact same time, they assume that this must be a coordinated effort. Clearly, this is a genius trap. An incredible kill. How much communication must have occurred for cleo and martyn and the cabin crew to silently slip away and into safety without any of them noticing? How clever of them to lure them forward, and onto what was clearly some elaborate trap?
After being killed, they see the entire server on one tiny little platform, gloating, and well, of course they were all in on it! It’s the reasonable, rational action: put aside their differences to take out the biggest threat - ideally killing 3 greens: after all, with a trap so clean, they probably started working on it before Pearl lost all her lives. So clever of them to then group together, forcing Pearl to come to them if she wants revenge, positioned so that any approach would be clearly visible. Pearl’s good at pvp, but against a large group, she’s forced to rely on her weaker, long distance skills.
Of course, watching the reject povs makes you realise that no, that was not what was going on. Jimmy was impulsive, and literally willing to kill everyone. Skizz almost died. The cabin crew didn’t get any tip off, but they did see Jimmy, and they got the hell out of there. Jimmy doesn’t even really understand how tnt minecarts work, and messed up multiple times. Everyone is convinced that the villies are splintering, and most of their plans were about exploiting that non-existent weakness. There was no alliance, everyone came to the platform despite the risk of being stabbed because they wanted to congratulate Jimmy. The fact that this looked intimidating was entirely accidental. There was no plan. It was just a bunch of people messing up and acting impulsively.
So gem’s out here saying the kill was incredible, grian’s analysing, and pearl is plotting, seeing some big threat that is really just sleep deprivation and overconfidence in a trench coat.
who do you think in the animorphs ended up still being the least close to each other? because obviously a lot of them are best friends, jake and marco, cassie and rachel, tobias and ax, and some of them are dating etc but which pairing do you think never really developed/got closer? or do you think by the end of the series they were all as close to each other as they could be?
To me, the two that stand out as being the least close, and staying that way, are Rachel and Ax. They mention discomfort with each other as early as #5, and Rachel's narration in #7 specifies that she's glad Ax is fighting with them but isn't sure if he's their friend. As late as #51, Ax considers Rachel a potential threat to the Animorphs' cause and goes out of his way to avoid trusting her.
In MM3 and in #37, Rachel's pretty snappish with Ax as she tries to lead the team, because she senses (correctly) that he doesn't respect her as leader nearly as much as he does Jake. In #18, Rachel is the harshest toward Ax about his decision to support the andalites over his own team, and in #46 Ax mentions being worried about Rachel more than any other Animorph.
Part of why I find their friction fascinating: it originates in their being so alike. They're the ones eager for battle at the start of the war, Ax because he's been raised on tales of Elfangor's glory and Rachel because she's champing at the bit of being feminine without being small or weak. They get their hands dirtiest throughout, from together killing the random Hessians in MM3 to advocating for wiping out the nartec in #36. It all culminates when Rachel makes the most brutal kill (Tom) and Ax makes the single largest (the Pool ship) during the final battle. Rachel sees her own darkness reflected back when she looks at Ax, and Ax sees his in Rachel. They're a dangerous combination, hijacking airplanes and boiling noncombatants alive to get their way. And they both need Tobias around to keep them sane.