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chaotic-orphan · 14 days

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That’s Enough

“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.

“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.

“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.

Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”

“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”

Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”

“Clearly you can’t!”

“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”

“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”

“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”

Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”

The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.

“What? Where are you going now?”

“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”

Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”

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whumpdaydreamerx · 4 months

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Magic Whumpee needing to perform a huge spell for whatever reason and it requiring a significant amount of life force. It starts to take a toll on them, starting to sway and lose their balance — yet never stopping.

Caretaker sees them continuously becoming more and more unstable. As Whumpee stumbles backwards, Caretaker reaches out to steady them, placing a hand on their shoulder and one on their arm.

Even as blood slips from their nose, Whumpee continues the spell, but nods their thanks and reassurance to their worried Caretaker.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whump scene #whump prompt #whump tropes #magic whump #magic whumpee #magic exhaustion #exhaustion whump #exhausted whumpee #bloody nose #worried caretaker #unsteady #tired whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker #my writing #whump community

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whumperofworlds · 1 year

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Tired Whumpees dealing with torture be like:

#whump #whump meme #whumpee #tired whumpee #torture

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marvel-ous-whump · 1 year

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Whumper kept Whumpee drugged up for years so they couldn't escape. After being rescued, Whumpee drifts for days as the drugs slowly leave their system. They're only partially aware of the Caretaker's presence but find it comforting as they slip in and out of consciousness.

And then... the withdrawals hit like a truck.

#Drugged whumpee #tw noncon #Non-con drugging #non con drug use #drug whump #whump prompt #caretaking prompts #tired whumpee #withdrawal tw

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whumpshots · 6 months

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Whumptober #26

Trope of the day: “You look awful.”

Whumpee has been sleeping for the last two days, their exhaustion finally caught up to them and hit them like a train. When the doorbell rings, they get up and groggily rub their eyes.

The doorbell rings again and whumpee shuffles to the door, mumbling that they are on their way. Caretaker is about to ring the bell a third time, when whumpee opens the door and looks at them.

"What? You woke me up," they mutter and yawn, caretaker visibly relaxing their shoulders.

“You look awful,” is the first thing they say and already move past them to get inside the flat. Whumpee stands next to the opened door for a moment, blinks tiredly, and sighs.

"Come in, I guess." The fresh air felt good, so they open two of their windows as caretaker already moves around in their kitchen. "May I ask what you're doing here?"

"I figured you wouldn't eat as soon as you hit the mattress, so Imma prepare dinner. You look awful, go take a shower. Dinner should be ready by then."

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #whumptober #trope of the day #“You look awful.”#no.26 #exhaustion #recovery #tired whumpee #comfort #caretaker #whumpee #whump writing #whumpshots

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i-write-whump · 2 years

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When the whumpee stands up from where they’ve been sitting and talking to the caretaker, and they stagger, vision blurring as they nearly pass out. The caretaker jumping up and steadying them, then lowering them back down into a chair. Them putting a hand on the whumpee’s shoulder to ground them as the whumpee recollects themselves, and then asking how they’ve feeling, and if they have any idea why they nearly fainted. The whumpee admitting that they’ve been a little tired lately, but that they didn't realize it was bad enough for them to almost pass out, and the caretaker getting them to bed so they can get some rest.

#whump #whump prompt #prompt #writing prompt #Almost passing out #worried caretaker #tired whumpee #exhausted whumpee #sleep deprivation

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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months

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Whumpuary 2024 No. 6

Exhaustion | Blindfolded | Old Injuries

Whumpuary Prompts List

TW: pain, painkiller mention, stitches mention, exhaustion

Whumpee crawled through their bedroom window in the dead of night. The window sash scraped as they pulled it closed, and Whumpee winced, hyperaware of their parents sleeping one thin wall away. They waited, tense, for the sound of movement, footsteps, fearing that tonight would be the night they were caught in the suit. Tonight would be the night their parents found out about their vigilante work.

A dozen reactions played through Whumpee’s mind as they stood, frozen, near the window. But only silence greeted them. Their parents had not been woken up. Exhaling in relief, Whumpee removed their mask and began to pull off the suit. Their muscles, stiff from chasing a trio of bank robbers, stopping a couple muggers, and battling a supervillain, protested as Whumpee bent over. Not to mention the claw marks across Whumpee’s back from the last supervillain they’d fought.

Gritting their teeth against the pain, Whumpee changed into their pajamas as quickly and quietly as possible. It had been a couple of weeks ago, in broad daylight on a Saturday. Whumpee hadn’t intended on vigilante work that day, but some idiot had gotten their DNA spliced with a wolverine, and the results… were incredibly aggressive.

Whumpee grimaced. After the fight, they were forced to flee the cops and the media to Caretaker’s house to get patched up. Caretaker hadn’t been too pleased with having to stitch up both Whumpee and their suit. But they were the only other person who knew Whumpee’s secret identity, whether or not they liked it.

Folding up the super-suit, Whumpee buried it in their backpack and slowly stretched. The deep scratches twinged, and with annoyance, they realized they were due for more painkillers. Whumpee had been taking over-the-counter medication for the injury for the last two weeks. While it helped a little, it was still difficult to hide the scratches. That, coupled with the bruising from other battles, meant their fashion style had been reduced to long-sleeved shirts and hoodies.

Sighing heavily, Whumpee plopped onto their bed and stared at the floor. They should go take the painkillers before their back started throbbing again. But they were just… so… tired. They didn’t want to sneak around the house right after almost giving themselves a panic attack over waking their parents. Sure, they weren’t in the suit anymore, but this would be the third time their parents thought they were someone breaking in if they were caught.

Once is happenstance. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern.

It was hard enough lying to their parents when they didn’t suspect anything was amiss. But if Whumpee set them off by sneaking around the house late at night, their parents might start paying more attention. And that would make vigilante work harder than it already was.

Whumpee rubbed their eyes. It was late. They should get to sleep. Lately, they haven’t been getting as much sleep as they should, and the effects were starting to catch up to them. Whumpee slipped under their blankets, but thoughts continued to whirl in their mind. Despite their body’s exhaustion, it took Whumpee a long time to fall asleep.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno6 #exhaustion #old injuries #whump #whumpee #caretaker #annoyed caretaker #tired whumpee #hero whumpee #my writing #whump scenario #scratch #old wounds #painkillers #stitches #pain

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auroragehenna · 6 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 22 Punishment

TW/CW: Soft torture (wax burns), re-capture, whumpee staying with Caretaker implied, creepy whumper, emotional whump, psychological whump, touch starved whumpee Word count: 2'678

This piece was originally inspired by this prompt by @montammil

Lucy has been hiding out in an old shed for a couple of days now.

She had packed a backpack with the most important things, something to stay warm, food and water, headphones, and her phone.

She was exhausted and terrified but the thought of Caretaker getting a good night‘s sleep again kept her firm in her decision.

But still, staying in this shed was no ideal solution so she filled the days pondering where she could go and hide. At least until she needed food again.

Finally, after three days, she had an idea. A crazy idea, reckless and not exactly therapeutic. But it might just work.

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A few hours later Lucy was in front of the abandoned pool building she knows so well. She was shaking and cursing in her mind. She took a deep breath and looked for a way to sneak inside. At least it was all still the same, including the broken entrances. Once inside Lucy tried to get settled in. It wasn’t the most comfortable, with the memories attached to every inch of this place but it was warmer, dry, and more closed off. She was gambling that Adam would search her everywhere, including at Caretaker‘s place, but not where he kept her captive for all that time. No way. That was the hope she clamped to. After a bit of shuffling, she decided “screw it” and put her blankets and mattress in the same corner she’d always favoured. Top right. With a good view of everything, most distance from the entrances and close to the cool water gadgets. After she set everything up it almost felt like a comfort space. Almost. Who knows maybe they could even get the space back in their own mind. Worked before. Mostly. Hey in her defence self-de-conditioning sucked. Only after she lay down for the first time to check if it was as comfortable as possible did she notice how exhausted she was. Against her will, she could feel herself fall asleep. She barely managed to blow out the candle before the darkness claimed her as her own.

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[A few days later]

It seemed to go well. No sign of Adam, no complications and no Caretaker. Lucy missed them but she‘d rather die than make them suffer because of her.

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This evening Lucy again wished she could turn on the electrical pool lights. Their light was so warm and comforting, always had been, and though she was grateful for her candles, they couldn’t possibly ignite the whole room and cast haunting shadows across the walls of the hall. Also, the loneliness messed with her mind. The memories were louder this way. Even with headphones. Seriously without those, she‘d be so lost. In solitude like this she preferred having them in ambience mode, so she could, given the case, hear activities around her. This night same as every night she went to sleep trying to read. Trying to ignore the memories, the same voice repeating the same things, over and over again. Eventually, she just blew out the candle and lay down waiting.

After what only felt like seconds Lucy woke up from a sound in the building. It was still pitch-black outside. She jerked up in a sitting position and listened more carefully. Tilting her head to the side she listens again, no doubt there’s somebody coming. Somebody who doesn’t care to be silent. In a second Lucy is on her feet and staring frantically around the room. As fast as she can she makes her sleeping place orderly, like nobody had slept there in weeks, grabs her headphones, phone, and backpack, and jumps out of the pool. Carefully she squeezes behind the floating little circle platforms leaning against the wall. Blessedly none of them fell down. Lucy made herself as tiny as possible and pressed against the wall in the dark.

Fast footsteps on the tiled floor, no talking. Then-

„Oh. Did some homeless person settle in here? Huh, who knows maybe I could buy them as a fake witness. For if my little [nickname] ever actually decides to go to the police. Or just torture them a bit.“, the person ponders.

It’s their voice! It’s their voice! Their voice! Their voice! Adam’s voice! Shit, shit, shit! Lucy did her best not to flinch at the implication of ownership and the nickname. Bullshit, it’s all bullshit, remember?!!

Two feet moving and then landing hard on the metal floor of the pool. She can hear the rustle of her blankets. Then Whumper’s voice again. And their words make Lucy shiver.

„Ooh, unless of course…My little [nickname] came back on her own. But that’s nearly impossible right…“ Their voice trailed off.

„Bingo!“, they suddenly yell out. Then their voice takes a luring tone. „Luucy. That cloth is yours. Your comfort-cloth. Give up your hiding spot and come to me. I’ll be nice, I promise. After all, I’m so delighted to have you back.“

Maybe if she doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything he won’t find her and just go.

„Lucy, I can also search for you, but that would be more stressful for you, and I must warn you. Every hiding place that I wrongly check means one more punishment for you…So?“

Silence. Deadly silence. Filled with more tension than a high-voltage line.

Adam speaks again:” One…Two…three…four…five. Okay, have it your way.”

Lucy’s mind was running, trying to decide which option was better. But the time ran out before she could decide. Adam didn’t waste any time, he moved swiftly and silently. Probably so he could hear her if she decided to move. So far they haven’t found her, but with that thoroughness, it couldn’t be long. For a moment she considered if turning herself in would grant her mercy, but she decided it wouldn’t. Adam offered her mercy, and she didn’t take it, now there wouldn’t be any. And even if being found like a lamb in the darkest corner of a slaughterhouse was everything but pleasant it was still better than obeying for faint scraps of mercy. After Whumper checked the office and the two locker rooms they returned back into the pool hall.

“Well, well, well, either the little birdy has flown out or you’re somewhere in here. Let’s find out shall we.”, they announced as they started to make their way around the basin.

Lucy could only roughly tell where they were by the sounds of their steps, but she could hear the malicious grin in their voice.

As the steps came ever closer to her hiding space, she mentally resigned from her hope that she’ll make it out and instead tried to prepare for the moment her cover of darkness would be ripped away.

Then Whumper’s steps came to a halt in front of her hiding space.

Platform by platform fell down until the light seeped through and with one final movement the last barricade between her and Adam fell.

“Got you little mouse.” he grinned.

Lucy searched for a snarky remark and opened her mouth only to suddenly start crying. She had just spent too much time holding everything together. Too much time acting and faking, everything was under control, that she had it handled. In front of Adam, in front of Caretaker, in front of herself. She thought she could do it, put herself back together again. Didn’t allow herself to break, to stay strong, as long as it took. Hold on to her principles. But she just couldn’t do it anymore. And so, her body surprised her with a long-held in exhaustion.

Adam inspected his plaything. He expected maybe faint-defiance, sass with underlying fear. But not this. They never saw her like this. Sure, they’ve seen her tears, drawn forward by sheer pain, they saw her collapse from exhaustion. They saw her scared. But never like this. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she dropped her head on her arms. It wasn’t hysterical crying, or pathetic sobbing out of fear, humiliation, or something. She just seemed…exhausted? And resigned. Adam carefully sat next to her and gently put an arm around her. She didn’t even flinch. They started to slowly rub her back. Not saying anything yet just being there. Over time the rocking of her shoulders came in longer rhythms and eventually she just leaned against them, and they hugged her in return.

Lucy wasn’t sure for how long they sat like that. When she finally ran out of tears she carefully backed off a bit from Adam to look at them. They returned the look, and for one of the few times ever since there was no hint of maliciousness in their eyes. Sure, they also didn’t exactly look good and merciful but, nevertheless.

Slowly Adam stretched out a hand and wiped away a lingering tear on their cheek. Shortly cupping it afterwards they asked her a question, the first words being said since they found her.

“What happened?”

Lucy stayed quiet for a bit, and when she opened her mouth to answer no sound made it out. She didn’t know what to say.

Adam began to speak again: “May I tell you my guess?”

Lucy just nodded. She swayed for a moment and then slumped back against him.

Adam slowly began to stroke her hair; it was a bit shorter than when they were with them last. Probably cut the dead ends off.

“After you got out you held it in. You didn’t want to bother anybody, so you did everything to avoid attention. Maybe it even got so bad you lied to Caretaker and your friends, mimicking the situation better than it actually was. If it went well you broke down when you were alone, with the comfort of your cloths, stuffed animals and or music. If it went bad you held it all in until now, not wanting to seem weak ever again not even, or especially, in front of yourself. Thinking that, you can fix all of this by yourself. Fix yourself, by yourself. 1Not a burden to anyone, and not weak. Is that anywhere near the truth?”

Lucy let out a long breath, Adam hadn’t even noticed she had stopped breathing.

“Yeah, I think that sums it up.” She lets out a shaky little laugh. “And now I’m being comforted by the person that is both the origin and will be the continuation of my torture.”

“Well, there’s not a lot of other people here is there.”

“Fair enough.”

“I think we could both use some sleep but first, will you be okay? Or should I stay with you for a bit longer? Not as a tormentor, just as…a friend?”

“I…I’m actually a bit hungry. I have a sandwich I could finish, candles and music?”

The sentence sounded like a question out of her mouth, Adam had to suppress a grin, failed, and saved it with a, hopefully, gentle smile.

“Sure, let’s do that.”

They both stood and walked toward the pool. Lucy had before thrown a pool ring into the basin so she could actually climb out again. They let themselves into the basin and sat on Lucy’s sleeping place.

Lucy lit up the candle and took out a little glass vial. She dropped a few drops onto the candle, closes it again and put it back into her bag. A distinct flowery smell started to fill the air. She took her phone out and soon music started playing. Adam recognized it as her comfort music. Then she took out a sandwich and started to eat. After two bites Lucy looked over at Adam.

“What were you doing during this time?”

“While you were free? Well first of all making sure you can’t bust me. Dispose of the evidence I say. After that, well trying to find you of course. I started stalking your friends, made sure you weren’t with any of them, to begin with.”

A shiver ran down Lucy’s spine at the last sentence.

“When I knew they were dead ends and where they lived I started following them in their free time until someone led me to Caretaker’s house. That was a few days ago. I was sure I’d find you there. But all I find is a house in great excitement and a panicked-looking Caretaker.”

Adam notices Lucy’s tension at those words and changes the topic.

“Anyway, then I came here. Now we’re here.”

Lucy had finished her sandwich and packed the cling film into a little trash bag. She then looked at Adam and asked in a sober tone of voice: “You’re not gonna let me go, am I right?”

He stands up, walks to the edge of the pool, and climbs out taking the inflated pool-ring-climbing-help with him. Standing on the edge he looks down at her and answer in the same sober tone: “No.”

Lucy nodded, put on her headphones, and selected a playlist. After that, she handed over the phone to Whumper who plugged it in to charge in the office. She lay down and blew out the candle. Even though the lavender smell and the flickering light calmed her down she felt she needed the comforting cover of darkness right now. To hide, from herself, from feeling watched, from this. Soon after she fell asleep.

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The next day she was awoken by footsteps near her. She jolted up in a fright and heard Adam laugh softly.

“It’s me.”

“Can’t tell if that’s supposed to be comforting or scary.”

“A bit of both.”, he replied softly. “Now you surely remember how I yesterday gave you the chance to come out willingly…”

Lucy shivered and tried to wrap her cloths around her.

Adam knelt in front of her and with a soft grip dragged her off her mat. “If you want your cloths to stay pretty I’d suggest you leave them there!”, he warned. “Besides, wouldn’t want them to be connected to this right?”

“Please…don’t.”, Lucy tried quietly.

“No can do, bunny, but don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” With that he grabs the candle from the side of the mattress. He lights it up and waits for the wax to melt a little.

He keeps his eyes trained on Lucy and she can’t do anything but look back, frozen in fear. She looks to the candle but Adam cups her cheek and turns her head back to him.

“Look at me.”, he reminds her and then starts to pour little puddles of wax onto her bare arms and legs.

It could hurt so much more, she knew that, but it was still so terrible. She wanted to look away but Adam didn’t let her. She wasn’t even physically restrained and that was maybe the worst of it all. The shame and humiliation in that he didn’t think it necessary to tie her up or something. Because he knew she wouldn’t try anything.

“…Aaand that one was is the lost one he said before curling a finger under Lucy’s chin and tilting it up. Then raising the candle and carefully pour hot wax onto her chin right under her eyelid. Adam saw tears well up in her eyes and grinned at the sight. It was probably a purely physical reaction but beautiful nevertheless. “That’s it, you’re all done now, Lucy.”, he cooed and pulled the girl up in his arms.

Lucy buried her face in his shirt and tried to muffle a tiny sob coming out.

Adam moved his hands to the side of her face and pulled it up until they’re eyes met. He kept his hands embracing her face as he said: “Hey now, no need to muffle your sobs. I won’t hurt you for them. You don’t have to be strong anymore.”

Lucy looked up at his with wide eyes, completely taken off guard by the loving touch. She felt herself melt into it even with her skin still burning from the wax. Right now she couldn’t imagine disobeying him again. And she hoped to the gods or to whoever that she would be able to next time.

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softsweetsuffering · 2 months

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Hai hai haiiii how be you and how was dayyyyyyy and a request for four prompts about a tired whumpee :DD

-hai anon

Tired Whumpee prompts! Whumpee who is tied up, neck aching, arms pinned, legs numb. It doesn't matter how much they shift or tilt or try to bend from their position, nor the way their body screams for the relief of unconsciousness, they will simply have to wait for their mind to give out, for they are in no comfortable position to sleep, and only will be given the relief of rest if they can finally pass out against all odds.

Whumpee who is utterly exhausted and has to drag themselves to their bed, heavy headed, fatigued, nothing feels better than the soft silk of the sheets and the warmth of the covers as their head hits the pillow and they're almost out instantly at the blessing of safety and comfort.

Whumpee who has to be carried by Caretaker to bed, begrudgingly not wishing to leave their spot, or worried/scared to sleep alone, Caretaker takes them to their bed and tucks them in, they find themselves asleep before they can protest.

Whumpee who passes out in someones lap/against their shoulder in their arms, as its the only place they find truly safe and comfortable enough to relax. Although the poor sap under them is therefore a bit trapped, at least Whumpee is finally resting. (Left vague for the ideas of touchy/lovey-dovey whumper) Bonus:

Whumpee who is perhaps walking home, next they know a hand is over their mouth, a strange sweet scent over taking their senses and their eyes flutter. Soon after their body sinks against someones chest, head hanging limply and their unfortunate forced slumber leaves them vulnerable to being quickly whisked away.

#tired whumpee #prompts #exhaustion #asks #answered #hai anon

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whump-cravings · 2 years

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not sure if this is your flavor of whump but 👀 exhausted whumpees? i see a lot of people write the whumpee going through it but what about the aftermath? whumpee finally gets a chance to rest/sleep, how does caretaker help? especially if whumpee is in a "twired" (tired but wired) state, their body is telling them they should rest already but their mind won't shut down, either because of anxiety or maybe a substance keeping them awake like excessive caffeine... how does caretaker calm them down?

SO I’ve got fibromyalgia, depression, and sleep apnea, and idk if any of you have been so tired that you're basically falling asleep standing up, or in a state where you’re exhausted and feel like you’ve been hit by a truck, but a whumpee might get:

“Are you okay?”

"You look really tired."

"You should go lay down."

"Do you have everything you need?" (Water, food, pills, animals fed, etc)

It’s entirely possible that whumpee will sack out for 15+ hours in a row, only waking up to go to the bathroom or scarf something down. (My record sleep time is 17 hours--and I didn’t even get tortured lmao.)

If someone interrupts their sleep, the whumpee may give unintelligible responses OR have a conversation that they later don’t remember.

Trying to force yourself awake when you’re that tired is basically futile and can be very frustrating when you know you need to do something but cannot physically wake up for more than a few seconds or move any of your limbs.

As for restlessness or anxiety, caretaker might

have them bite down on an ice cube or lemon

crush their soul out of their body (big squeezy hugs OR piling a billion blankets on them)

play video/card games with them

(for my siblings & I, when we couldn’t sleep due to restless at night, mom would tell us to go play an hour on the computer or something, and then try again. It usually worked)

not sure if this is what you were looking for! but there you go~ Thanks for the ask :3

#whump prompts #exhaustion #whump inspo #tired whumpee #exhaustion whump

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letitbehurt · 2 months

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Whumper looks at the body tied upright against the wall and smiles, grabbing Whumpee’s chin and lifting their head. They’re exhausted and hungry and they haven’t slept in days, hooked up to some sort of fluid that chases the sleep away. And the light never goes out. White, white, bright white everywhere—

“Have we had a change of heart?” Whumper asks lightly. Whumpee mutters something unintelligible, wincing when Whumper’s grip tightens. “Speak up, will you? This is pathetic.”

Whumpee can hardly keep their eyes open—much less string together a sentence—but they repeat their answer anyway, each word sharp with hatred.

“Fuck. You.”

#tired Whumpees who are still committed to being an inconvenience #that’s all #that’s the post #whump

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galaxywhump · 10 months

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Whumpee whispering "I want to go home".

#whump #whump tropes #tropes #whump dialogue #idk man give me the complete vulnerability #they're just so tired of fighting and suffering #they want it to end and they want to go back to whatever life they'd had had before all that #bonus points if it's a defiant or stoic whumpee #their facade crumbles for a moment #they go back to how they used to act but they still had this undeniable moment of vulnerability #i just love it

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whumpdaydreamerx · 6 months

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Matador 1x08 | Tony’s Broken Rib

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the-broken-pen · 3 months

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“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

#writing #writing community #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #ficlet #writblr #writing prompt #hero/villain #hero whumpee #exhaustion #overworked #villain caretaker #whump #kind of #in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible #essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable #it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond #so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop #so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups)#and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in #I’m not a doctor #I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao #this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred #anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful.#electrical tape > bandaids #do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you.#don’t get injured at all #thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst #love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care

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