“Hey, I’m Sorry To Bother You, But-uh, I’m At The Hospital. Could-could You Come Get Me??”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean kind-of stabbed?!”

after writing one successful sentence on my wip:

Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another

Thanks for the tag @whumper-boi

Heres a vague representation of me aha

Tagging((no obligation)): @spookyboywhump @lave-whump @whumpsorbetism @appalachianapologies @5000angryspiders @lektric-whump and anyone else who wants to! :))

I started procrastinating again and found this adorable picrew! So here’s a new tag chain!

Here’s me!!!

Tagging: @rat-father @milk-carton-whump @twistedcaretaker @kai-kai-kinnie @lektric-whump @whump-me-all-night-long and anyone else that wants to participate!!

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

Guess who screwed his fingers going sledging yesterday lmao. Nothing much but I like how the plasters look :))

And you can’t really see it but I did something to my right hand?? Not sure what, but its swollen and pretty sore, must of smacked it. And they seem to have mostly faded but my left hand got all scratched up.

Exasperated caretaker/team member dialogue

“What part of stay there don’t you understand?!”

“I swear- you’ll be the death of me!”

“I’m going grey- You’re making me go grey.” “You are not going grey, you’re 25!”

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

“Okay, new rule- From now on your plan is not allowed to be ‘run in head-first and see what happens’.”

“Is asking you to shoot me a little ‘I’m not dead’ text every now and again really too much to ask??”

“So let me get this straight. You heard gun-fire. And you ran. Towards it?!”

“That’s it- You’re in time out.” “What?! I’m not a child-“ “I don’t care! Time out!”

“Must you bleed on everything I own??”

Big fan of characters who are just so done lmaoo, part 2??

“Now, now, darling- You just keep your pretty lips shut.”

Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.

They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.

That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.

They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.

“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”

Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”

Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”

They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.

“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”

Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”

“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”

“Um... a little slower?”

Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“

They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.

They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.

Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.

“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”

The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.