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#emotional whumpee
jordanstrophe · 6 months
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Caretaker tapped on the door before slipping into whumpee's room. They were curled on their bed with their back turned.
"Please go away..." Whumpee murmured. Caretaker could tell by their voice they had been crying.
"I don't want to leave you like this." Caretaker leaned against the doorframe.
"Well I don't want you to see me like this."
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inky-the-artist · 2 years
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whumpees who cry at everything.
and I don't mean just the bad stuff right now. obviously they're gonna cry when they're hurt, but also when their caretaker hugs them for the first time since their captivity, when they get to eat a warm meal and when they get to sleep in a real bed.
as they start adapting to a normal life again, they'll cry because of the things that most people take for granted: whether it's how soft their blanket is, tasting some really good candy, getting to pet an animal or being shown a cute image on the internet.
it's heartbreaking for the caretaker at the start, but as time goes and whumpee is still incredibly emotional, it becomes a cute little running joke between them. the type when whumpee wipes their eyes but laughs at the same time, saying "oh my god, not again" in a lighthearted manner and caretaker just feels like everything is going to be alright now
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whump-kia · 11 months
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in the feels for the logical whumpees. the stone cold rocks to lean on, aloof and conscientious and a bit of a prick sometimes, but loyal and fond and smart to a fault. the most emotions they share are a fond grin or a sharp cackle when caught off guard; their eyes are either flat and emotionless or mildly affectionate.
at least, before they're broken.
when all that made them steady is stripped away. when their unshakeable confidence is ripped from beneath them. when they're found and all that's left is a raw, shattered, utterly ruined husk of who they used to be. and now their gaze is hopeless and lost and staring off into nothing.
and maybe they'll never be as whole as they were before, but as they heal their eyes focus into something full of life again. they look to their team with hope. and love. so much love, they hid it all before, nearly brimming with tears. they were broken. a wall has been torn down. something new is there. not all is lost.
i love me a whumpee who's allergic to showing emotions. force 'em. destroy them. i want to see them cry.
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that moment when post-abduction whumpee is out in the grocery store and someone asks where the bathroom is. they tell them, just around the corner, they point, on the right.
the person smiled, says thank you. and everything is fine. nothing is wrong. no bad thoughts come to mind. whumpee goes back to grabbing avocados. feeling how ripe they were. choosing another one to add to their bag.
it’s a slow process, as they begin to lose themselves. but they slowly get this gut wrenching feeling. they keep staring at things too long, feeling themselves starting to disassociate.
no. look up. keep walking.
their mind starts to wander away
not loved.
not wanted.
nononono.
their hand reaching for some strawberries is shaking so hard that they stop, staring at their own trembling as a soft whimper escapes their throat.
they can’t do this
they have to go. now. they head for the exit, leaving their cart behind. they pause. the car is to far. home is to far. they need safety now. they dodge into the restroom.
they’re hiding themselves in a stall.
and that’s where they stay, for hours. rocking back and forth, silent tears running down their face.
they weren’t even thinking of whumper.
not loved
they were just thinking of how hopeless they were now.
not wanted
no friends, no family, no one who cares…
whumpee wonders if they should just give up on themeselves too.
“We Just Wanted To Let All Of Our Customers Know That The Store Will Be Closing In Five Minutes. Please Purchase All Of Your Items And Exit The Store.”
and whumpee tries to sit up. tries to stand. but they can’t move.
they just can’t…
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Can I just
Get
Emotional Whump
Where the main character or Whumpee is overworked because 1) their school is a lot more demanding with schoolwork than they can handle 2) their home life is overly strict and controlling 3) they participate in a sport that somehow manages to take every bit of remaining strength and energy they have left
Just like, imagine a scene where a coach starts berating Whumpee and Whumpee suddenly starts crying/hyperventilating/ having a panic attack for the first time in front of the entire team
And when it's over, Whumpee insist they're fine and continue ignoring their mental health
But they keep on breaking down to the point where the school has to call in the professionals
And when Whumpee FINALLY gets the therapy that they deserve and share the details of their life and how hectic / overbearing it is for them...
I will literally cry if there's something like this
Totally not based off of my own experiences ahahahahahahah-
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whumper-whimsy · 2 months
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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...
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We need more vain/egotistical whumpees, please
Whumpees who won't allow anyone to see them cry, no matter how much they need the support, they can't take any more blows to their ego
Whumpees who refuse pain medication because they think it makes them look weak
Whumpees who act mean or cold to those who try to help them because it's the only thing that keeps others away from them
Whumpees that are encouraged to ask for help, but think that others would be impressed if they didn't ever need it
Whumpees that cannot, under any circumstance, allow others to know what has happened to them, even if it allows Whumper to get away with it, because what would the others think of me if they knew how weak and helpless I was? Or that it actually left a lasting impact on me?
Whumpees who obsessively cover up their scars with makeup
Whumpees who isolate themselves whenever the people around them get too 'invasive' by asking basic questions about Whumpee's mental state
Whumpees who are offended at the mere mention that they may have actually been traumatized, because they're too strong/tough/resilient for anything to actually affect them, and claiming anything else amounts to a personal insult
Whumpees who will not tell anyone if they're sick or injured because they don't want anyone to see them hurting, until they collapse and have to be dragged to a doctor
Whumpees who think that they're better than others because they were strong enough to survive nevermind the debilitating trauma
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echoingalaxies · 1 month
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Whumpee is dying, nothing can stop it anymore. Instead of a goodbye - when Whumpee closes their eyes for the last time, when they take their final breaths, when their hand in Caretaker's goes limp - Caretaker whispers "good night."
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meltyphos · 5 months
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just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe
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cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 
After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 
“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 
Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 
Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 
“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 
A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  
“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 
Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 
A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 
Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 
The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 
Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 
“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 
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jordanstrophe · 7 months
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"Where have you been?!" Caretaker hollered.
Whumpee walked through the front door a disaster. They blinked like they had just woken up, their hair was disheveled with dark rings under their eyes, their clothes were twisted like they had been sleeping in them.
"Places..." Whumpee grumbled.
Caretaker was about to snap once more, but after giving them a long hard look up and down, they sighed and relaxed their shoulders.
"Do you need a moment?" Caretaker asked lightly. Whumpee nodded and looked to the floor with tears brimming in their eyes.
"Off to bed then, we'll talk tomorrow, alright?"
Whumpee sniffed and nodded again, dropping their bag near the door and went to collapse in bed.
Caretaker took their bag away from the door and put their things away. They poured a glass of water and set it on whumpee's nightstand. Whumpee had fallen asleep in that time, even asleep they looked exhausted. Caretaker ran their fingers through their hair as a way of checking for a fever.
"I don't know if you follow trouble, or if trouble follows you." 
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whumppppp · 4 months
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drawing-dinos82 · 4 months
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whumpalicious08 · 5 months
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Public humilliation whump🫡
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Hired gun once-defiant whumpee being 'disciplined' in front of Criminal Whumper's colleagues.
Kingpin Whumper is holding an informal meeting in a private study. Genially drunk business associates are chattering about.
The heavy wooden doors are pulled open and a guard by Whumpee's side wrenches them into the room, one hand around their upper arm.
Whumpee is shirtless and shivering, sanguine leaking from the disorderly lines cut into their back. Fresh wounds layer on pale pink scars which layer on paler brown ones. Their arms are bound in front of them.
The sight of Whumpee sobers everyone up, but all are frozen in inaction from the threat Whumper presents.
Whumpee never cries in front of anyone.
But Whumpee's eyes are red rimmed and leaking now.
They're brought to Whumper. Whumpee picks a spot on Whumper's leather shoes and focuses on it, determined to avoid everyone's pitying eyes. The spark of anger burning within them turns it's flames inward, shame rising from the ashes of Whumpee's dignity.
Whumper smiles, and lifts Whumpee's head with a gentle press of his fingers under their chin. "Anythin' you want to tell me, pretty?"
Whumpee knows the answer he wants to hear. They meet Whumper's eyes for a moment, but rapidly abandons the challenge.
Their raw throat struggles to form the reply.
"Thank you, sir."
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 6 months
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The moment a defiant whumpee breaks down for the first time. 
It shocks them nearly as much as their audience. They try stubbornly to hold it in, to keep their expression firm. Whumpee’s body rigid with the effort; jaw set, fists clenched and shaking.  They can’t trust themselves to speak, can’t trust themselves to breathe, and so they bite their lip in a desperate attempt to remain composed. They fail, and when their body forces them to inhale, the shuddering gasp that comes out is a sob. The tears begin to flow unrelenting, and their frustration at their weakness only makes them flow faster. They can only angrily swipe away at the onslaught or turn away, all useless attempts to hide the shame clear on their face. 
I like to think about someone watching them, standing still as whumpee’s crumbling apart. Maybe it’s caretaker. It’s the first time they’d seen whumpee look so small, so hurt. They want to help, want to give the comforting words whumpee could never accept before. But indecision stills their hand. What could they say that whumpee would hear? 
Or maybe it’s whumper, watching in near shock as their oh so stubborn captive dissolves into tears before them. They don’t even mock them at first, simply watching whumpee’s trembling form. Watching them, even as whumpee tries to hide their shame. Watching and feeling nothing but satisfaction. 
There’s simply something so sweet about a character defined by their defiance falling apart.
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spinzolliii · 11 days
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Caretaker falling apart over what might’ve happened to Whumpee, but deciding to respect Whumpee’s privacy. They have to stop themselves from prying or asking certain questions, knowing full well that there’s a darker, painful, intimate story behind Whumpee’s condition.
Alternatively, Whumpee’s history is eating away at them, and they’re dying to tell Caretaker everything. They decide to repress themselves for one reason or another. Maybe they’re afraid of disturbing Caretaker. Maybe they’re doubting their own recollection of what happened. Maybe they’ve been conditioned to view vulnerability as weakness.
Either way, there’s something preventing these two people from sharing the whole truth about a painful situation.
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