#Crying Caretaker

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee and Caretaker had an argument before Whumpee got kidnapped by Whumper. Caretaker desperately looking for Whumpee, not wanting to have their last words to them be something so scathing. They had to find and save them!

And when they do, they freed Whumpee, and they immediately started apologizing to them as they held them tightly, crying.

"I'm so sorry, Whumpee. I didn't mean all of that!"

*chef's kiss* Good shit.

#whump #whump trope #whump prompt #kidnapping #argument #rescue #parting words regret #crying caretaker #whumpee #caretaker #crying

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #wing au #Shayera & Carter: THAT IS A BABY #Danny who is still very distressed when he wakes up: I don’t know what’s going on & might start crying at any moment #He got brought to the Watchtower #Y’know what make it where his world is similar to a Flashpoint timeline & that’s why JL never came #He has no idea why he’s tiny and just wanted to go to one of his caretakers #The League is trying to figure out how to get this kid home but also subtly asking how his home life is #Danny: Oh I guess my bio-parent’s house is dangerous but my caretaker’s homes are really cool and safe! #The JL now think this child is in foster care of some sort in his world #Danny does nothing to dissuade this assumption #Honestly it’s really freaky for him to see people without wings & maybe clings to Hawkwoman & Hawkman #Look their wings might be metallic but at least they have them & he can actually recognize their body language #How can anyone deal with not being able to express with wings?! #Even if his were completely scorched from the Accident he could still move them and such!

[whumpster-dumpster]

Just put a cool compress on my eyes and cheeks after bawling for a while and it was such a comfort so caretakers, feel free to do that for your whumpees

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #caretaking #crying #hurt comfort

[chiharuuu22]

One thing that made Caretaker feel relieved was when she finally saw Whumpee crying.

Whumpee, who has never shown specific emotions, never complains, always carries on, and gets through all his difficulties and suffering. Alone.

That day, Caretaker just sat opposite Whumpee. Staring into his eyes while holding his hand. Saying that now Whumpee is safe, everything is finished, and he can let out all the things he has been holding back.

Whumpee was silent at first, but when finally Caretaker took him into her arms and gently rubbed his head and back, Whumpee sobbed and started crying. Whumpee cried loudly in the Caretaker's arms, complaining of pain from all the wounds on his body, saying that he was scared, saying that he was tired, and explaining haltingly and incoherently everything he had been through.

Caretaker didn't say anything; she just kept quiet and rubbed Whumpee. Even though Caretaker felt a prick in her heart, she honestly also felt relieved. Whumpee, who always stood up straight, finally collapsed with a cry. Until finally, Whumpee fell asleep in Caretaker's arms and was then slowly laid down and covered by Caretaker. Sometimes, Whumpee sobbed in his sleep, but at least he didn't wake up until morning.

The next day, when the sun was high, Whumpee finally woke up with puffy eyes. Caretaker smiled and helped him wash his face with cold water and compress his eyes. Whumpee smiled a little, and Caretaker felt it was another step towards Whumpee's recovery.

#whumpee #caretaker #whump #caretaking #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #whump writing #whump scenario #recovery whump #whump dialogue #crying whumpee #comfort #comfort whump #hurt/comfort #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump fic

[cpt-winters]

Battle Aftermath - *Team Leader Edition* ofc

Leader let out a shaky sigh as he cranked the shower knob, shuddering as the lukewarm spray hit him, water stinging the broken skin littered across his torso.

He closed his eyes, letting the pink-tainted water trickle down his grime-coated form. His shaky fingers ran across the dirt clinging to his forearm before his gaze fell to the tiled floor, watching the red spill down the drain. 

He should've tried harder.

Youngest needed him, and he couldn't- couldn't save them.

Leader turned his front to face the water, promising himself that was the reason for the moisture slinking down his cheeks as he stiffened his jaw.

His teammate's once pleading eyes still bore a hole through his brain, the gruesome imagery bled into his head, spilling across his thoughts.

Leader's temple ached as he let it fall against the tile in front of him, leaning his head against the wall while his throat tightened.

"Boss? Leader, you alright in there?"

Leader straightened to the unmistakable voice at the other side of the door, hissing at the jolt in his side from the sudden movement.

"Y-" He cleared his throat, the hoarseness of his voice intolerable to be heard over the running water. "Yeah. Yeah, all good," Leader called back, calm and unreadable as ever.

Or maybe not.

He could practically hear Teammate's frown from the next room with the resounding hesitance.

"..You sure?"

"Yes- Dammit!" Leader sucked in a shallow breath, refusing to let a sound escape him before regathering himself. "Just go."

A coppery taste pricked his tongue as he bit the inside of his cheek, stomach knotting as he waited for the footsteps outside to finally recede.

He was fine. He wasn't the one who- He was fine. And if everyone would stop asking about it, that would be just fucking great.

He was quick to stifle the first sob threatening the break through, quicker still to muffle the next he failed to. His vision blurred, shoulders shaking as he pushed the back of his bruised wrist to his mouth, refusing to let a single sound escape him.

1/3 (Part Two , Part Three)

#whump #stoic whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #team leader whump #leader whump #whump snippet #angst #emotional whump #character death #military whump #hidden injury #whump aftermath #protective caretaker #unhealthy coping mechanisms #crying whumpee

[hakusins]

hottest panel i'll ever draw

#most of my energy went into drawing this one panel HBREBFEBRHF #bailey the caretaker #degrees of lewdity #fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #just wait until months passed #and im just sitting there crying to myself how did i draw like this again

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1241

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A character crying themselves into exhaustion. Caretaker holds them and hugs them while they cry until eventually they stop and when caretaker looks at them they’re asleep.

#whump #prompts #writing #angst #comfort #crying #exhaustion #passing out #caretaker

[snakebites-and-ink]

Conditioned whumpees crying for their master ❤️❤️❤️

#got to be one of my favorite types of guy #when caretaker tries to rescue them and whumpee frantically starts crying out for whumper mwah chefs kiss #Or when their automatic reaction to being scared is wanting whumper for comfort or reassurance #Or when they miss whumper after being rescued #conditioned whumpee #whump

[sonicattos]

some siblings!

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #saltcat doodles #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #tails prower #don’t tag anything as ship it’s purely familial #also feeling very projecty rn #rouge🤝sonic (older siblings who also serve as caretakers or parental figures) #/hc #i draw shadow crying a lot i’m sorry he’s ultimate bawler

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

"Whumpee asked for you specifically, A. I'll let you in to see them," Whumpee's medic and lover, Caretaker, said.

A couldn’t believe it. Whumpee wanted to see them? Before their best friend, B? After they sacrificed themself and were tortured by Whumper for months because of them?

They followed Caretaker, refusing to let them down, even as their face burned with shame, guilt gnawing at their insides.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leader Whumpee sat in the wheelchair, whiteboard sitting across their blanketed lap as Caretaker opened the door for A, the younger, sibling-like member of Team. A's breath hitched, eyes widening.

"They’re okay, A," Caretaker assured them. "Their throat is still healing, and they're still weak, but they're going to be okay."

A nodded, Caretaker letting out a deep breath. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to give the two of you some privacy. I have some things to attend to." The door shut behind them, leaving A standing before Whumpee, unable to meet their eyes at the sight of matching wounds from Whumper.

Whumpee's eyes burned with the shame of being unable to even give A a hug, or tell them that none of this was their fault. They attempted a smile, scribbling on their board.

"I missed you."

A's eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Whumpee," they whispered, hands curling into fists.

Whumpee shook their head vigorously, scribbling big letters on the board before tapping it when their marker. A looked up, hiccuping when they saw the message.

"It’s not your fault. They would've just killed you and taken me anyways. It's not your fault."

As A sank to their knees, they wrapped their arms around Whumpee in a hug, holding back tears as they pressed their face into the blanket.

#whump prompt #whumpee #tw: trauma #caretaker #tw: angst #tw: violence #tw: torture #tw: captivity #tw: throat whump #tw: implied strangulation #tw: muscle atrophy #tw: crying #tw: guilt #found family #team whump #whumper

[whumperofworlds]

Can I see 'buried alive and found' for Dreme pleasssssse 🥺

Thanks my friend! Oh man, this is kinda a challenge! I've never written the "buried alive" trope before!

Fandom: Final Fantasy I (OC centric)

TWS: Buried alive, kidnapping, crying, panic attack, death mention, rescue, blood, rope burns, ransom, beaten up

He had to find his partner, and fast.

He had already paid the ransom to save Keme. And the kidnapper had left with the Gil with these chilling parting words:

"He's underground. You better hurry and find him."

Drusus would have chased after them, to demand what they had meant. But he knew that he would be wasting time doing that. He had to find his husband.

He rushed to the backyard of the abandoned house where he met the kidnapper, and almost immediately, he spotted a large patch of dirt shaped in a rectangle, with a sunflower on top as an insult to injury.

His stomach twisted. It was like a grave. And the sunflower was Keme's favorite flower. How did the kidnapper know about that small tidbit of information about him?

He shook off that feeling before getting to work. He dashed towards the patch of dirt, and with his bare hands, he began to dig. He wasn't sure how big the hole was, but he estimated that it was around a few feet. If he had known the kidnapper would go this far, he would have brought a shovel to make the process faster. But his hands would have to do.

As he dug further, a sudden, terrifying thought hit him. How long ago was Keme kidnapped... a few days now. What if the kidnapper buried him here as soon as they arrived at the house? What if Keme ran out of air by the time Drusus arrived?

What if... Keme was already dead?

No. Fuck. Don't think that, Drusus thought, shaking his head. No time to think of such thoughts. He had to focus.

As he dug deeper and deeper, he could see red on his hands, and pain flared up as his fingernails dug into the dirt. But he could care less about that. His only thought was getting Keme out of this, to save his life.

He wasn't sure how long he was digging, but eventually, his fingernails hit something hard and wooden. He froze for a second, his eyes wide. Was that...?

He dug a bit further, before he uncovered more dirt to find a wooden coffin, a cross embedded on it. His heart skipped a beat, beads of nervous sweat running down his face. He fought back the panic attack that hit him, as he tried to take a few deep breaths. Tears welled up in his eyes at the realization.

Oh Cosmos.

Was he too late? Was this actually Keme's grave?

No. He heard something inside.

Muffled gasps and sobs filled the air from inside the coffin, and Drusus heart skipped a beat. Keme was inside, alive. Oh thank Cosmos.

"Babe," Drusus tried to soothe, hoping that his partner could hear him. "It's me. I'm here to get you out."

Another gasp. Then a raspy, quivering voice spoke up, albeit muffled, "D-Drusus."

Full name. FUCK.

With all of his strength, he ripped the coffin's door open with his bloodied hands. Inside was Keme, filthy and bruised from his captivity. Dried blood caked his forehead, and Drusus could see the rope marks on his small wrists. His brown eyes were wide as saucers, and he was breathing erratically. As soon as the coffin was opened, he wrapped his arms around Drusus' neck, and he could feel the trembling from his beloved.

Drusus returned the touch, tears falling down his own face, as he gathered up his husband in his arms. He held him close, shushing him gently as he held Keme's head on his broad shoulder.

"I got you," Drusus tried to reassure, his own voice quivering as well, "you're safe. I'm here. It's gonna be okay."

I could have lost him in such an awful way...

Keme tried to take a few breaths to calm himself, but all it came out was raspy gasps. His body shook as he tightened his hold around Drusus' neck.

"I-I thought..." Keme stuttered, sniffling as tears dribbled down his face. "I thought I was gonna die in there. I-I thought I would never see you again."

"I know..." Drusus reassured, running a hand over Keme's dirty green bandana tied around his head. "But you're safe now. I got you."

"Th-that man... he said he was gonna kill me. That I'll never see you again."

Drusus' blood boiled at that mere thought. His kidnapper... told him all that? He would find that man, and kill him for what he had done. How he nearly killed Keme. How he traumatized him. He wouldn't get away with this.

But for right now, Keme needed him. He was safe now, in his arms, alive and well.

"I'll make sure that bastard wouldn't harm you again, love," Drusus promised. "Even if it means tracking him down, he won't hurt you again as long as I'm around."

Keme loosened his hold around Drusus' neck, before glancing up at his partner's face for a long moment, their eyes meeting. Yes. Drusus was a strong man. He wouldn't let Keme get hurt, especially by someone who would do such a thing like this.

"Th-thank you..." Keme whispered.

"Of course, my love," Drusus said with a nod, wiping away a stray tear from Keme's face. "C'mon, we need to get you to Taika."

As Drusus bridal-carried Keme back home, he knew one thing: that man who did this to his beloved would pay.

#my whump stories #wow answers #drusus #keme #whumper #kidnapping #buried alive #blood #beaten up #rope burns #whump #caretaker x whumpee #ransom #crying #crying whumpee #crying caretaker #death mention #rescue #final fantasy #final fantasy 1 #fandom whump #ocs #my ocs

[ihonestlycanttellyou]

Worth it???

#*shrugs* “It is what it is.” *goes back to selling orphans* #LITERALLY CRYING #degrees of lewdity #dol #bailey the caretaker #dol bailey #dol pc #DoL PC: Hiroya #scene sharing #new ship??? #probably not lol

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Reactions to Whumpee Crying

Bad Caretaker

You'll be fine

Keep crying

You're so pathetic

I don't have time for this

Is this an emergency?

Why should I care?

Caretaker

Are you okay?

What happened?

Everything will be okay

Don't cry

Please don't cry

No need to cry

Are these sad, or happy tears?

Do you need a shoulder to cry on?

Calm down, it's okay

Do you wanna talk about it?

Whumper

Get a hold of yourself

Quit crying

Quit your yapping

*Creepy smile*

This is comedy gold

*Literally just insults whumpee*

*Mocking whumpee*

#whump #whump stuff #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump drabble #whump prompt #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump things #emotional whump #whump list #whump responses #whump dialogue #whump ideas #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #bad caretaker #crying whumpee

[irafuwas]

i don't know why, but in the sparse five hours of sleep i got last night, my brain decided to plague me with dreams of lilia taking care of an elderly silver, up until the final moments of his life. i could hear silver's thoughts the whole time, and he was so absolutely inundated with shame and guilt it almost seemed like he was suffocating. he kept thinking over and over and over again that this all should've been the other way around. he should've been the one looking after his father in the twilight of his life. he should've been his aging father's rock, his safe place to land, his stalwart defender against a world so unbelievably cruel to its most vulnerable denizens. again and again his heart cried out in vain, it should've been the other way around.

as a child he had once wished - prayed, even, to the same force now threatening to reclaim his spirit back into its unconscious designs - for his father to live a long and prosperous life, and it was as though that very wish had backfired on him in a way he never could have possibly imagined

#twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst spoilers #twst #mumbles #txt #i hate it here #i litearlly woke up crying you gusy dont unerstand #he was so ashamed of himself but not once in my dream was lilia anything less than happy to take care of him #i feel like part of the reason lilia is trying to run away is because like so many of our elderly and our disabled #he didn't want his loved ones to worry about him and “waste” their time taking care of him #so he thought the best decision for everyone would be if he just went off to go die alone #i have no idea if twst would actually touch on something like that but i do think you could interepret his departure that way #anyways if any of you have caretakers or aides or just are disabled in anyway #i want you to know you are not and have never been and never will be a burden on anyone or anything #and that i love you so so much #im getting so emotional over a dream fkjgh but i want silver to understand that good parents dont have kids expecting that #their children will someday “pay them back” for everythinng they did for them growing up!! u don't owe ur parents jack shit!! #silver you just existing as you are is enough for your father!!!

[theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps]

Whumper comforting Whumpee

Whumper shushing Whumpee while they sob

Whumpee rejecting their touch, disgusted that this monster is holding them, being gentle with them, soothing them

Whumpee trying to pull away because even in their weeping delirium, they know they don’t want to be anywhere near Whumper

Whumper pulling them in close, locking Whumpee in strong arms like bars on a cage. Confining, but safe

Whumpee is too weak to pull away. Whumpee…Whumpee doesn’t want to pull away. They’re so afraid, they hurt so much, that any soft touch feels like Heaven

Whumpee crying even harder as they finally concede, leaning deeper into Whumper’s touch

Whumper stroking Whumpee’s hair, smiling in quiet victory

Some Whumper dialogue:

“Shhh, there there…”

“Oh, darling, I know.”

“Let it out, it’s alright.”

“Now now, no need to make a fuss.”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m here.”

Some Whumpee dialogue:

(between hiccups) “Get off. Get off me.”

“Don’t touch, don’t you dare.”

*uncontrolled sobbing*

*screaming into Whumper’s chest/shoulder*

“It h-hurts…”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone”

(lost within mournful wailing) “It’s my fault. My fault.”

#there’s a specific scene that does this #but I can’t remember the story the medium or context #so please share if you have examples :) #please let me know if I missed an important tag #heartwhump #whump #tw stockholm syndrome #whumper turned caretaker #tw emotional manipulation #intimate whumper #tw noncon touching #crying #comforting #kind of??? #creepy whumper

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch 10 - Full Moon part 2

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints | The Garden | Philip | Moments | Full Moon pt 1 |

Author's Notes: :')

Content Warnings: werewolf whumpee, vampire caretaker, injury, sprained ankle, bruises, cuts, exhaustion, cold, rain, implied nudity, emotional whump, guilt, angst with hopeful ending

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Dante searches and searches but finds nothing but some claw marks on trees and more blood. He feels stupid and reckless for looking at all; the creature that left was no longer Matteo, and cornering a wounded animal would be asking for trouble.

Why didn't he tell me?

The thought eats at him. Matteo knows what he is. Didn't he think Dante would understand, even just a little?

Suddenly a lot more things make sense - the shape Matteo was in when he arrived, why he had no clothes or belongings of his own, why he left home, why he was on the run. How in the week leading up to tonight he had been restless and anxious.

After several fruitless hours Dante returns home, but he can't relax. By now he's pretty much certain Matteo is a werewolf, which means by the morning he will be back to normal but hurt, alone, and god knows where.

As he paces and frets he can't help picturing Matteo's frightened face. He looks out the window again when he hears wind whistle through the trees. The scent of the other man's blood still lingers with him.

Dante soon heads back out, with shoes and an overcoat on this time. He has with him a ball of yellow yarn from Mrs. Townsend's craft cupboard.

Years of nightly walks means he knows the forest well. He follows the direction Matteo ran off in and finds a spot to begin, tying one end of the yarn around the trunk of a tree. Then he slowly walks back to the house, holding the yarn taut and unraveling it as he goes, stopping occasionally to loop it another tree. Creating a path home.

There is no guarantee Matteo will even find it. He could be miles away, too injured to move, or on another side of the woods entirely. He may not even want to come back. But if he does, the door will be unlocked.

Dante goes to the living room and gets settled at the piano to keep himself busy while he waits.

-

Morning arrives, but Matteo does not.

Dante retreats to his bedroom and leaves the door cracked so he can hear if someone enters. But after barely an hour he can't wait any longer. He bundles up in a sweater and the thick overcoat, jeans and boots, and heads outside.

A light drizzle softly patters all around. The sky is overcast and shows no sign of clearing. At the worst he'll feel a tingling discomfort, but compared to the burns he sustained a month ago that will seem like nothing.

A month ago. When he found me. When he saved me.

Dante slowly follows the path of bright string from tree to tree. He keeps his eyes on the ground in search of any sign of man or wolf. Clothes, fur, handprints, pawprints. Blood. Anything. But the rain has washed every trace away.

He continues until a familiar scent reaches him on a breeze. Dante lifts his head and there he is.

Matteo walks with a limp, taking each slow step gingerly. He faintly whimpers every time he puts pressure on a badly swollen right ankle, pausing often to lean against a tree for a moment's respite. His breathing is labored.

Most of Matteo's body has sustained scrapes and cuts from that tumble off the roof, but his left side is considerably worse. Bruising coats his entire left side from chest to upper thigh. His left arm hangs at an awkward angle and that shoulder, too, is swollen and bruised. Some slivers of glass remain embedded in his skin, the largest of them wedged deep into his bruised left hip.

The fingers of his right hand are weakly curled around the yellow yarn.

It's a miracle he's standing, let alone walking.

Dante walks toward him but the ongoing rain muffles his footsteps. Matteo doesn't look up and notice him until they're just a few yards apart.

Dante stops too.

The two men stare at each other.

Matteo's eyes are bloodshot. He's soaked to the bone, shivering in the rain without so much as a scrap left to shield him.

Then he drops his gaze and his face crumples. He begins to sob raggedly.

"I'm sorry, Dante. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I s-should have t-told you." He hiccups. "I didn't think I would still be here when it happened but then I was and I thought if I hid I wouldn't attack you - and you - you let me stay and I - oh, god, and I broke your window, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

A sudden shiver cuts off his rambling words.

Dante steps forward and removes his coat, slowly so as not to startle the fragile man before him. He holds it open.

"There is still a bed for you," Dante says softly, "If you want it."

Matteo stares at the offered coat with disbelief and longing.

"Really?"

Dante nods and moves closer still. When Matteo doesn't flinch away, he drapes the coat over his trembling shoulders.

Matteo sways on his feet but Dante is there to steady him with a hand on his chest and the other on his waist. Matteo puts an arm around Dante's shoulders and sags into him. He sighs with relief when he is able to take some weight off of his throbbing ankle.

"Thank you," he breathes. He leans his head against Dante's, his panting breaths warm against his cheek. Dante can feel the flutter of his unsteady pulse. "Thank you."

"Come on," Dante whispers. "You're almost there."

#werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee #vampire caretaker #injury #bruises #sprained ankle #exhaustion #cold #rain #limping #angst #emotional whump #guilt #crying #comfort #caretaking #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #dante #matteo #shun the light