#caretaker prompts

[unboundprompts]

Got any romantic world war (1 or 2) prompts? Like ones a medic and treats them when they're wounded and it's love at first sight?

Love you and your prompts btw– x

Medic x Soldier Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"How are you feeling, soldier?" the medic huffed, rummaging through their bag for the bandages. The soldier, laid in bed with their arms crossed behind their head, smirked. "Better now that you're here."

The medic rushed across the barren field, bag slamming against their back as they raced to the fallen soldier. It was a drill gone wrong, some poor sap's stray bullet striking another solider. The medic pushed through the crowd surrounding the soldier, collapsing to their knees next to him. His face was scrunched with pain, sweat coating his dirty face. His eyes fell upon the medic, relief immediately flooding his senses. "Thank god," he groaned. "I've never been so happy to see someone before." The medic's heart skipped a beat, quickly getting to work to treat his wounds.

"You're a life saver," the soldier sighed. The medic felt the corner of their lips tug upwards. "That's what I'm here for."

The medic ripped open his uniform, revealing his chest and the wound that was pouring blood. They pressed a hand against it to stop the blood flow as they quickly rummaged through their bag to get the materials they needed. "You're not going to die today, soldier," the medic told him. "You hear me? You're not going to die. Not on my watch." A single tear fell from the soldier's eye.

"You're too careless," the medic scolded, wrapping the soldier's leg after stitching up his wound. "Am I careless?" the soldier asked, "or do I just want an excuse to see you?" The medic fixed him with a look, jostling his leg just a little so he winced. "You don't need a reason to come see me."

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[droptheprompt]

Tired/sleepy prompts please!

Here we go :)

Tired/sleepy prompts

A and B huddling on the couch together under a fluffy blanket after a long day, just enjoying the shared warmth and closeness.

A loves to watch B sleep since that's the only time B's features aren't shadowed by worries.

B refusing to get up in the morning because the sheets are so soft and A is too warm to let go.

A and B have to share a bed for a reason. During the night, A realises B rolled over to them and is mumbling how much they like A.

B knows A has trouble sleeping lately and decides to tell them a story to hopefully lull them to sleep.

Lazy morning cuddles when neither of them has to get up yet.

B coming home after a hard day at work and curling on A's lap.

A and B falling asleep in the blanket fort they built.

I hope these helped :) Have a great day!

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[jordanstrophe]

When whumpee was rescued, caretaker was the one who had nightmares and panic attacks.

Waking up in the middle of the night in a cold-sweat thinking whumpee's been taken again; running to their room to make sure they were still safe and asleep in their bed for the third time that night.

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[secret-whump-basement]

Caretaker-turned-whumpers who are SO deep in denial

They're doing everything for Whumpee's good! It's in their best interest that they be tied up to the bed, otherwise they might break something during one of their episodes and hurt themselves. A little slap here or there for discipline's sake never killed anyone, Whumpee still needs to behave. Exposing them to triggers is only going to build up their mental resilience! And of course Whumpee is in no real mental state to make decisions for themselves so it's for the best that someone else handle it all for a while. Caretaker only wants them to get better!

#atlas posts #whump scenario #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump #caretaker prompts #bad caretaker #sighs dreamily....betrayal of trust....

[natt-writes]

whump prompts I live for

When Whumpee still acts fearless and unaffected, even after being rescued/escaping from Whumper, so their friends think they’re fine. Then one day whumpee is reminded of their time with Whumper and all there suppressed emotions start coming out and their friends are freaked out because they have never seen them cry before.

when caretaker and whumpee have been friends for years and have always trusted each other with literally everything, but after whumper broke whumpee down to nothing and filled their head with lies, they don’t know who they can trust. They flinch away from any kind of contact with caretaker and won’t tell them about their trauma or let them clean up their wounds. They keep telling caretaker they can do everything themselves, until one day they can’t and caretaker has to save the day, helping to rebuild that trust.

when whumpee is distant and cold but after being given drugs to help with the pain of their wounds (Forcefully or not), they are all giggly and unable to control their own body, so caretaker has to treat them kinda like a baby as they clean up their wounds and get them to bed all while whumpee babbles incoherently. (Bonus points if whumpee ends up confessing something to caretaker while drugged, especially if it’s that they love them.)

When the Whumper is trying to break Whumpees spirit, but whumpee keeps on making jokes and messing with Whumper, even while being tortured. That is, until things get a little too…intense and everything goes really silent and oh! Is that a tear I see? Now whumpee is sobbing and begging for the whumper to stop, unable to keep up their witty appearance and absolutely hating themself for it.

Whumpee has a huge fear of vomit but has gotten super sick and needs to puke up all the stuff in their stomach. They keep telling caretaker that they are fine, even though they obviously aren’t. Their face is glossy with sweat as they swallow, hoping not to puke. Eventually caretaker has to drag them to the bathroom and force them to vomit, (ie; touching their gag reflex, pushing on their stomach, describing gross things as Whumpee leans over the toilet bowl.) much to the dismay of Whumpee who is hating every minute of this, even though they know it’s good for them. (Bonus points if Whumper is the reason they are sick, like they gave them the flu or force fed them or gave them poison, etc etc.)

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[phoenixpromptsandstuff]

I was petting my kitty and she was purring so hard and it made me think of caretaker gently scratching a non-human whumpee and they start purring in contentment.

Or maybe it's whumper who starts petting them. Wouldn't that be humiliating for poor whumpee.

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[chiharuuu22]

Still wearing pajamas and warmed only by a cardigan, socks, and a blanket around his thighs, Whumpee sat in an armchair on the terrace and was propped up by pillows on either side. Beside him, Caretaker sat with him, accompanying him in a sweater and long skirt. The air still felt cold, even though it was already 9 a.m. Maybe the influence of early autumn.

Besides the two, there was a round table with two bowls of potato soup with thin slices of crispy beef and two glasses of water. Whumpee's favorite soup he started eating today after being able to only eat watery soup for a while.

Whumpee sat facing directly towards the lake, with the forest several tens of meters from the cabin where they were. His gaze was calm and peaceful, as if he no longer had any burdens to carry. Occasionally, Whumpee receives a bite of his soup from Caretaker who patiently helps him eat.

"Want to go there?" Caretaker offered after wiping Whumpee's mouth. "We can go to the lake this afternoon when it's warmer, if you want."

Caretaker returned to feeding Whumpee, saying, "It's not good to stay inside all the time. You need a new atmosphere and a breath of fresh air other than on this terrace."

"I like it in here," Whumpee answered after swallowing his soup. "But I guess it wouldn't be bad to go to the lake there. What's there?"

"Not much, but I thought you'd like it," Caretaker stroked the back of Whumpee's hand. "We can see beautiful views. Now and then, some people come to fish or boat. Freshly caught fish from the lake tastes delicious. There are lots of rabbits there. There are very beautiful flower fields when spring comes. If you're lucky, you can see a deer or a fox peeking shyly from the opposite forest."

"That sounds interesting. I think I'll want to go there later," said Whumpee. "I'm surprised; I never knew you had a cabin here."

"This belonged to my late parents. When I was little, we often came here to vacation and relax from the hustle and bustle of the city," explained Caretaker with a smile, and she returned to feeding soup to Whumpee. "A suitable place for your recovery, right? Quiet, peaceful, comfortable, and you don't have to worry about anything here."

Whumpee smiled and held Caretaker's hand. "Yes, it feels very comfortable. Thank you."

Caretaker smiled and grabbed Whumpee's hand back. "Come on, let's finish your breakfast, take medicine, clean up, then let's get ready to go to the lake!" said Caretaker cheerfully.

"You say that, but you haven't touched your food at all. You just keep feeding me," protested Whumpee. "Your soup is getting cold."

Caretaker laughed, "How about it, huh? I'm full just watching you eat like this."

"What answer is that?" Whumpee protested again but didn't refuse when a spoonful of soup was brought to his mouth. "Eat too, Caretaker."

Caretaker laughed and started feeding herself soup, making Whumpee smile widely. Caretaker feels very grateful for simple moments like this. Seeing Whumpee get healthier and hearing about the good progress of the problems they were having with Whumper. Indeed, it's not every day that they feel calm because now and then the Team Leader or other members come and give them lots of news, or they provide updates on the tasks that the Team Leader has given them. Hey, even though Caretaker and Whumpee are far from the Team, they still carry out their duties well. Except for Whumpee, who still needs a lot of rest.

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[danafeelingsick]

having soft thoughts of a sickie feeling guilty about puking up all the food caretaker made for them with so much love and care:

sickie having to maintain appearances, even as their poor stomach revolts agaisnt the heavy meal sitting inside it

sickie who can't help but grimace at the sight/smell/texture of the food, which makes caretaker think they might've messed it up

sickie clutching/hugging their middle as they try their hardest not to puke, thinking of the smile caretaker had on as they watched them eat, thinking they finally were starting to recover

sickie who has a hand clasped over their mouth, holding it tight to keep the food in no matter what, even to the protests of caretaker who's trying to tell them to just let it out, don't try to hold it

sickie who ends up losing the barely digested food over the blankets, sobbing apologies to a caretaker who's more worried about their well-being than anything else

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[somber-sapphic]

Can I request a sick reader with Alex Danvers being all overprotective and cute?

Under Her Care

〖Notes: Oh. My. Freaking. God. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this done @asiangmrchk13 and I hope I did it justice for you <3 I used female pronouns, I hope that's okay, if not lmk and I'll rewrite.〗

〖Summary: Agents who work at a covert government facility do not take sick days.〗

〖Word Count: 2k〗

〖Pairing: Alex Danvers x Sick Reader〗

〖Warnings: mentions of needles/IV〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You sneezed for what was probably the 30th time since you’d gotten to work and groaned softly, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you cursed yourself for not having the foresight to bring tissues. You’d felt moderately fine when you left the house this morning, just a little sniffle but it had gotten so much worse in the few hours since you’d gotten to the DEO.

That stupid sniffle had turned into a constant runny but somehow stuffy nose and a steady cough that was getting impossible to silence when your lungs decided to rebel every few minutes. You were exhausted, a low-grade fever had started to boil under your skin about an hour ago and you were starting to believe that it wasn’t so low anymore.

 You rubbed your nose again and returned to typing on your computer, keeping track of the vitals of the agents currently in the field, helping Supergirl to take down half a dozen particularly strong Hellgrammites.

“Left flank of number two is open,” Vasquez said, not looking up from her control station. She was analyzing the aliens’ fight patterns and offering advice to Agent Danvers as well as Hartmann and Price, all shifting about the battlefield (empty intersection) to give Supergirl an edge in the fight.

Price had gotten stung and was on the ground, trying to keep himself conscious as the pain took over his body. Alex was shouting to Kara, who really didn’t need her to shout what with the super hearing, telling her the best way for her to take out the remaining three Hellgrammites. You probably should’ve been listening to your comms, but you had muted them, the voice in your ear adding to your headache.

You focused your hazy eyes back on the screen, your gaze drawn to Alex’s pulse blinking at the top of the list of agents. Even though you were supposed to be focusing on everyone equally, you tended to find yourself looking more intently on tracking your girlfriend. It wasn’t that you weren’t looking at the others, it was just that you selfishly cared a bit more about the brunette agent.

“Y/l/n, how’s Price holding up?” Vasquez asked, glancing over at you at the exact moment you decided to wipe your nose again. You froze, the fabric of your sleeve pressed against your face, eyes wide with a deer-in-headlights expression.

“H-he’s okay. Pulse is a little fast, but he’ll be fine.” You mumbled, voice weak and congested. At this point, all you really wanted to do was to go home and sleep, but that wasn’t something you could do with your girlfriend and Kara in the field. Plus, you had to disprove the looks that your coworkers were giving you. If they were here, then you were here. You did not take sick days.

“How about you? Checked your temperature in the last hour?” She was focused intently on her work, but taking the time to communicate with you. You hesitated, painting a confused look onto your face.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Plus, I feel like we have more important things to be worrying about right now.” You quipped, a note of sarcasm slipping into your tone. The sarcasm became an instant regret. You may have been dating one of the most senior agents, but the woman was still your boss and could still write you up for disciplinary reasons. Lucky for you Vasquez just found your contempt amusing.

“Whatever you say.” She smirked, a hint of concern in her voice. She would never admit it of course, but the dark-haired DEO agent cared for you. She knew how much Alex loved you and it wasn’t just her. You were well-liked by the entire department, even J’onn had come to care for you the Danvers sisters.

You went back to your screen, deciding that you didn’t need to pay all that much attention to it anymore. The Hellgrammites had been subdued (thanks to Kara for that quick finish) and everyone was fine. It was only a matter of time before they got back to the DEO and with the skirmish over you could probably sneak off to a conference room to take a nap.

You must’ve zoned out for longer than you meant to because the next thing you knew your name was being shouted by a certain angry, fresh-from-battle DEO agent.

You spun in your chair (a very bad idea) and groaned, clutching your head as dizziness and pain threatened to knock you to the floor. Your nose was running again, but you were too preoccupied with your aching skull and that strange tingly feeling in your body to deal with wiping it. All you could really deal with right now was not passing out.

A hand on your knee brought you back to the present world and you blinked up to meet Alex’s worried brown orbs. She pressed a hand to your forehead and said something that you couldn’t quite make out through the ringing in your ears. You shook your head slightly and whimpered, followed by a pathetic sniffle.

“Y/n? Hey, come on.” She ordered, slinging an arm around your waist. You dropped your head on her shoulder, and she helped you wobble forward, utterly unsure as to where the two of you were going. For a moment it seemed that she was leading you towards the exit but then you took an unexpected right turn.

“Where’re you taking me?” You mumbled, regretting that you didn’t just stay home. This had all happened so damn fast, from a sniffle to a full-blown case of the flu in a matter of hours.

“Medical.” She said curtly, her gentle touches not matching up with her tone of voice. She sounded angry but she was holding you so carefully, touching you as if you were made of fragile porcelain. You aimed an exhausted fit of coughing into your shoulder and attempted to pull away, very unhappy with the idea of a visit to Medical.

“Do not fight me on this, it is not up to you.”

“Just lemme go home, ‘lex. M’fine.” You slurred, sounding very much not fine. You of course weren’t fine, but she really didn’t need to know the extent of just how not fine you were. At least one of you had to be at work, it wasn’t like to agents could go home in the same day and you knew that if you went home Alex would follow.

“What part of ‘do not fight me’ isn’t understood?” Your girlfriend growled, her face tense as well as her body. She was pulling you along, practically dragging you as your legs were determined not to work. All you wanted to do was go home and lay on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. The kitchen had never betrayed you the way your body currently was.

Nevertheless, you found yourself sitting on a surprisingly comfortable bed in the Med-Bay, refusing to lay down despite Alex’s pleas with you to do as she asked. She sat on the bed beside you, allowing you to lean against her as the two of you waited for Hamilton who was currently sewing up Price’s wound.

“m’sorry.” You whispered, another round of rib-cracking coughs taking over your stupid useless body. It was being rather unhelpful at the moment; it wouldn’t even consider letting you pretend to be okay until it was time to go home.

“Don’t apologize Y/n/n,” The brunette sighed, shifting beside you so that you were more comfortably situated in her lap. You grabbed a handful of her shirt and whimpered softly, tears filling your eyes as she very gently carded her fingers through your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She kissed your hairline, an air of worried sadness hanging around her. The agent held you close, silently wishing that Hamilton would hurry the fuck up. Price hadn’t been injured that badly and in her mind you were definitely more important than the man she didn’t exactly like.

Just as the good doctor finished putting his stitches in Kara raced into the room, her cape flying around her in a very superhero-esque manner. Her blonde hair was sort of messy and there was dirt on her cheek, but she didn’t seem to care as she hurried over to the two of you, immediately going to feel your forehead.

The Kryptonian didn’t really know what she was feeling for but she’d seen her sister do it before so she felt like it was an appropriate action.

“She’s hot, are humans supposed to be so hot?” Kara asked, looking to Alex and Dr. Hamilton for answers.

“I’m fine.” You replied, trying for a smile. Alex snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes a little at your insistence that you were okay. She appreciated that you were trying to calm her sister down, but that really wasn’t your job.

“She’ll be okay Kar, go get yourself cleaned up.” The brunette reassured, giving the blonde a sad smile. The superhero gnawed on her lip for a moment, unsure how to take Alex’s reaction. This wasn’t a side of her adoptive sister that she saw very often, and she didn’t like it. It made her nervous.

“Okay. Text me and uh, feel better Y/n.” You hummed tiredly and opened your mouth for Hamilton who was holding a thermometer in front of your face. Kara skittered out of the Med-Bay, leaving the three of you alone, the Doctor muttering her disapproval as she flitted about you, taking your vitals.

“Okay Agent Y/l/n, you’ve got a temperature of 104.1 and a serious case of the flu. I’d like to give you an IV bag of cool saline to get that fever down and once that’s finished you can go home with Agent Danvers.” She decided, already grabbing the bag of fluids while you tensed against your girlfriend.

You didn’t like needles, you didn’t like the medical wing, you didn’t like any of this. Had you known you were actually this bad off you would’ve convinced Alex to take you home so that you didn’t have to be in this stupid room about to get an IV.

“Alex…” You whimpered, tears filling your eyes as you wiped frantically at your running nose. That just made you sneeze, which was both gross and didn’t help your wanting-to-go-home argument.

“It’ll only be a few hours sweetheart. Here, blow your nose.” She pressed a few tissues into your hand, prompting you to blow your nose. It didn’t do much, but it seemed to satisfy her because she took the used tissues from you and tossed them in a trash can, much to your disgust.

“Relax, I’m getting sick either way with the germs you’re spewing. Come here, lay down with me and we’ll get this over with, okay?” Alex smirked, her tone turning serious in the second half of her statement. You bit back tears as you laid beside her, pressing your head against your collarbone to hide from the needle.

 It wasn’t like you were scared of needles; no, you were a highly trained government agent. But you weren’t fond of them.

“All done,” You frowned and lifted your head, surprised that you hadn’t felt the typical pinch. Dr. Hamilton smiled pleasantly and readjusted the IV bag, slipping her stethoscope back into the pocket of her lab coat as she turned to leave.

“Get some rest agent. Feel better soon. And Alex, keep an eye on her.” Alex nodded her approval, relief filling her body as you cuddled up to her, still sniffling unhappily. She knew that she could take care of you on her own, but she was still glad she’d made you see Hamilton.

She had technically gone to medical school, well no, she had definitely gone to medical school, but she wasn’t a doctor—just a well-meaning girlfriend who would do anything to keep you safe.

“You mad?” You croaked, almost asleep as you finally let your body rest. You couldn’t exactly change where you were so you figured you might as well sleep.

“Never. Go to sleep, beautiful. We’ll go home as soon as the IV is done.” Alex promised, going back to pulling your fingers through your hair. Her nails dragged soothingly against your scalp, the motion continuing even after you’d fallen asleep. You loved this woman more than you could say and eventually, you’d get the guts to dig that stupid ring out of your sock drawer. For now, you’d settle for this. This was good. 

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[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 087

Caretaker getting Whumpee to cooperate with their recovery by giving them small choices so they feel in control of something, anything.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee prompt #caretaker prompts #whump recovery

[unboundprompts]

Can I get some prompts of a single parent struggling to take care of a baby? Like to the point where they are starting to lose sleep or is just that stressed? The baby could be theirs or one they adopted/found abandoned. I really don't mind if it's either Angst or Fluff. Anyways I know this is a bit specific and I hope it's not too much. I really love all of your prompts! I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Keep up the fantastic prompts! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the kind words!

Single Parenting Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"I'm just so afraid of messing it up," she admitted, her voice small. "Everything I do matters, and one wrong move could alter their entire future." She spared a glance at the baby asleep in their crib, blissfully unaware of the uncertainty and fear she was feeling.

"When they get older, they're going to realize everything you've done for them. There will be bumps in the road, there always is. But at the end of the day, they're going to see how hard you tried to give them the perfect life. And that's what they're going to remember."

He felt like pulling his hair out. "I haven't slept in weeks," he admitted, voice strained and dark spots under his eyes prominent. "I didn't realize how hard it was to take care of a baby."

They blinked open their eyes at the sound of the baby crying. There goes any hope of getting a full night's rest. They drag themselves out of bed and lift the baby from the crib. She practically melts into their touch, tears easing up at just the notion of being held. "It's going to be a long night, huh?" They ask the baby, already rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Parenting was hard. A lot harder than he thought it was going to be. But it was moments like these-- when the baby looked up at him like he was their entire world with a smile on their face-- that made it worth it.

"Your grandmother used to sing this to me," she said softly to the baby in her arms, "every night before bed."

They needed a break. They needed to step back. They needed to... they didn't know what they needed to do. Never in a million years did they think they would be responsible for caring for a baby. They definitely hadn't planned on it, that was for sure. But, now they had one. And they hadn't the slightest clue of what to do with it.

"This baby needs me, right now," she said with force in her lungs. "I don't have a single idea of what I'm doing, but that doesn't change the fact that it is my responsibility. And I'm going to take care of it."

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[droptheprompt]

Rescue Prompts

"I'm here, it's alright, you are safe now."

"Why did you risk so much for me?" "Because we are a team, remember?"

"Shh, it's fine, I'll carry you the rest of the way."

"No one will hurt you again, I promise."

"Can you walk?"

"I'm going to kill them for doing this to you!"

"Please, don't leave me here." "I would never."

"I'm sorry I took so long."

"We'll patch you up soon, don't worry. And then everything will be fine."

"Hold onto me, okay? I'll get us out of here."

"Please don't be scared. I won't hurt you, I swear. I'm here to help."

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[jordanstrophe]

“Whumpee what were you thinking!?” Caretaker grabbed their shoulders and hysterically shook them. 

“I- I-...” Whumpee stuttered, too dazed to feel their own trickling blood. 

“... I wasn’t.”

#What did your whumpee done do? #whump #whumpee #whump prompts #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #whump dialog #caretaker dialog #whumpee dialog #caretaker prompts #flustered whumpee #stern caretaker #rough caretaker #caretaking whump #injury whump #injury prompt

[ladymirwen]

Allow me to emphasise: cozy-sick vibes

A sick character sitting up in bed, a fuzzy blanket draped over their legs. They're dressed in a comfy sweater, or even a onesie, trying to keep themselves as warm as possible.

A sick character cradling a warm cup of soothing, herbal tea in their cold hands, sipping on it delicately in hopes of easing their stomach cramps.

Sickie's concerned friend dropping by to visit them and bringing along a stuffed animal as a present. Sickie cuddles up with the present, and is perhaps gifted a forehead kiss or two~

Sickie's s/o runs a warm bath for them in an attempt to soothe their lover's cold, stiff muscles.

Soup is a compulsory meal in a sickfic. I don't even need to point this out :)

A sly caretaker is always good. Perhaps sickie refuses to take their medicine, so caretaker offers to make them a warm drink and sneakily mixes the medicine with said drink.

May I mention... ✨️belly rubs✨️ There's something so adorable about a sick character being soothed in this way. Belly rubs don't even have to serve a medical purpose; the intention could just be to comfort the sickie physically.

#sickfic #caretaker #sickfic prompts #fanfiction #writing prompt #sickie #caretaker prompts

[erdarielthewhumper]

Caretaker and whumpee pair where there's no love lost between them, but the caretaker still does what they can to help the whumpee is actually a really Good Trope. Like, maybe the characters are rivals, maybe there's something in their past, maybe they just generally dislike each other as people, but one way or another, they're kind of on bad terms.

But whether out of pragmatic necessity (like it's clear they'll have to work together to escape or else neither will, or because as long as the villains are hurting whumpee they're leaving the caretaker alone, or because the whumpee's continued survival just is in some way vital to the organization they work for, or whatever) or simply out of basic human decency, when the two are stuck together in a bad situation and whumpee's badly hurt, the caretaker does what they can to help

#they don't even need to become friends afterwards like they can still stay on kinda awkward tense terms when it's over #but yeah i mean i like caretaker and whumpee being close as much as the next person #but sometimes them not getting along well outside The Situation is fun #(also i had a fanfic idea that decided to crawl in and live rent free in my head that's just this) #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #caretaker #caretaker prompts #whump prompts #whump ideas #feel free to use in a story! altho do tag me if you do just bc i'd love to read it hehe

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Intimidating/Deadly Caretakers

I personally prefer and love a caretaker dynamic where Caretaker is feared, powerful, or highly skilled in a way. Strong, intimating, potentially deadly caretakers. Buff bois, and gorls, all that such...

-Caretakers who are muscular, known to be strong, and don’t hesitate to manhandle all of their problems

-Caretaker with scars (secretly from biking but they’re not telling anyone that)

-Caretakers who are soldiers, villains, unexpected doctors

-Caretakers who are nonhuman and therefor deadly by human standards

-Stoic, quiet, or downright scary/intimidating caretakers where even Whumpee is at a loss

-Caretakers who are feared by Whumper just as much as Whumpee

-Caretakers who aren’t all sweets, smothering, and excessively motherly

-Caretakers who aren’t two-dimensional; where their only personality traits come from the fact that they are a caregiver and caring for someone

-Caretakers who stumble across their whumpees in suspicious ways

-Caretakers donning heavy gear, equipped with weapons, unafraid of dangerous terrain/situations

-Caretakers who are culturally different them whumpee, because my favorite trope is two characters who are culturally different

-Caretakers who glare at the team, and the team scatters or straightens up

-Caretakers who are larger than the other characters, and aren’t just the same stereotypical leader guy that I see everywhere

-Caretakers that defy all the common stoic caretaker tropes, but are still intimidating

#look I'll admit #I'm just tired of seeing twinks #the same leader caretaker guy #and the stoic caretaker who doesn't love anyone #but oops secretly they do #like I just want something different #I big fluffy angry caretakers #caretaker #whump #whump caretaker #different kinds of caretakers #intimidating caretaker #whump prompt #caretaker prompts #scary caretaker #deadly caretaker #I kinda despise twinks to be honest #just not my favorite character archetype