I’m Sorry But Something About A Defiant B Being Grabbed By The Hair And Forced To Make Eye Contact

When the whumpee gets hurt in a combat situation, and they can’t get to safety on their own, and they don’t think anybody is going to realize that they’re missing and come back for them. One of their teammates noticing that the whumpee is missing within a few minutes of their team starting to regroup, and them searching for the whumpee until they find them. Them getting a medic to the whumpee, and the whumpee passing out as they move them to somewhere to have their wounds treated. The whumpee waking up in a warm, soft bed, surrounded by their teammates, all of whom look overjoyed to see them awake, and realizing that their teammates care about them more than they had thought.

Thinkin bout the use of cars in whump,,,

Whumpee gets hit by a car

Whumpee is in a car accident

Caretaker is in a car accident and then emotional whump

Or

Whumpee gets in the car only for whumper to point a gun at them and tell them to drive

Whumpee gets in the car before being knocked out, whumper then gets into the front seat and drives

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the back seat

Whumper ties up whumpee and throws them in the boot

The possibilities are endless,,,

[gets in with you]

[gets in my little clown car]

Character A enters the dark living room to suppressed whimpers and hitched breaths.

“Character B?? You okay??” They ask, barely able to make out Bs hunched form on the couch.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” B hisses through grit teeth.

Character A furrows their brow before fumbling around for the light switch, flipping it on as they find it.

The first thing they see is Character B slumped on the couch, face a sickly pale shade.

The second thing they see is the wad of paper towels Bs got clutched against their stomach, soaking up an alarming amount of blood.

JDJDJEJW You didn’t have to come for me like that

do you imagine yourself as the whumpee when you read whump fiction or are you okay?

Oh gosh I am so sorry this is a whump blog, it’s a writing genre thats basically the same as hurt/comfort. These are writing prompts and were not intended to be romanticised, although some have taken it that way((and hey, thats up to them lmao)). I apologise for the misunderstanding!

Okay but manhandling??

Getting forced roughly to their knees ((perhaps with a gun pointed at their face))

Getting roughed up as a threat ((and their friends/caretaker finding out))

Slammed against a wall

Arms twisted painfully behind their back

A hand harshly covering their mouth

An arm wrapped around their neck, back flush against their captor

Grabbed by the hair

Grabbed around the midsection and lifted as they struggle

Grabbed by their shirt collar and pinned against a wall

Yeah,,, manhandling very good

A feverish Character B leaning into Character A’s cool touch

so apparently some people feel like it’s annoying when someone engages with a lot of stuff from the same person, like going through their ship tag and liking all the content there. 

hearing about this, i was immediately paranoid about reblogging literally anything from anyone i don’t talk to on a regular basis.

so to save others from the same paranoia, i’m gonna say that if you like every single post on my goddamn blog it is okay. i might be kind of concerned about your level of time management, going through 23,000 posts, but it wouldn’t bother me. 

Whump idea

Whumpee who will prioritise literally anything over themselves.

Broken glass and their hand is cut up, dripping everywhere? Clean up first, then the hand. Extremely tired after a stress position, aching joints begging to relax? They need to go to work, rest will come later. They’re sick, unable to move with high fever, fogginess clouding their mind and slowing their tongue? The only reason they’re resting is because caretaker had forcibly put them to bed, after finding them lying halfway down the stairs, pleading with caretaker to let them continue work.

A whumpee who doesn’t care about what happens to them, but becomes petrified over something they fail? Mood.

Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje

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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.

Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.

He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.

It's like he said every word that went through his brain.

I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.

And the waiting.

Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.

When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.

And that's when we arrived at the room.

And that's when he saw you.

And he froze.

Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.

He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.

He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"

Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.

And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.

There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.

The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.

The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.

And so he sat still.

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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright

I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.

That’s some good shit.