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esbee-daisy · 9 months
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Give me Caretaker bridal carrying a weak Whumpee who is desperately trying to stay conscious…Whumpees arms are around Caretakers neck and their head is bobbing up and down against Caretakers chest.
And then suddenly, all at once, Caretaker notices Whumpee somehow feels heavier. Caretaker looks down at Whumpee just as Whumpee’s arms fall limp and their head flops backwards. And Caretaker has to drop to the ground both out of shock and panic as well as to check that their precious cargo is still breathing and to recollect Whumpees deadweight limbs to their chest before they stand back up
🥺🥹
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The whumpee hadn’t even registered the fact that he’d been rescued, they were too dazed and confused because of the cocktail of sedatives the whumper gave them on a regular basis. It takes a very long time for the whumpee to realize what’s going on, and even then, they think it might just all be a dream.
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just-a-scratch-man · 2 months
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Kakashi tortured by Gotta
Naruto Shippuden ep. 353
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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 18: Fainting
TW: fainting
Caretaker eyed Whumpee worriedly as they smacked into the table for the fifth time that day. They’d been clumsier than usual, their complexion more pale, and every so often, they’d press their hand to their forehead in sudden pain. But when Caretaker asked them if they were alright, Whumpee only smiled and shook their head as if nothing was wrong.
But Caretaker knew Whumpee too well.
“Why the hell do you keep following me around?” Whumpee finally demanded. Caretaker had just carried a laundry basket into the living room, where they were sitting and reading.
Caretaker glanced up at them innocently. “Following you around?”
“Literally every time I change rooms, there you are, doing something or other in the same room! Even if I go to the bathroom, you’re waiting outside. What’s your deal?”
Dropping the laundry basket onto the ground, Caretaker plopped onto the couch and pulled out a gray shirt. “Can a simple ‘I’m worried about you’ suffice?”
“I told you: I’m fine!” Whumpee snapped. “I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen!”
“Are you sure…?” Caretaker questioned as they finished folding the gray shirt and set it aside. “Because you’ve been acting off all day….”
Anger and annoyance flashed on Whumpee’s face. “Fine! You know what, I have been feeling off!” They jumped to their feet, their book shoved aside. “And it’s nothing, because I’m just tired. That’s all! There, are you ha—”
A strange look crossed their face, and they staggered, hands thrown out for balance. “I…” they mumbled, eyes rollling up in their head, “I…”
Caretaker jumped up, the pair of jeans forgotten, and sprinted to them as their knees buckled underneath their weight. They barely managed to catch Whumpee before their head slammed into the hard edge of their chair.
“Whumpee?”
Caretaker carefully lowered them to the ground, trying not to panic. Sure, they’d been worried about Whumpee’s health, but they hadn’t expected anything like this! Thankfully, Whumpee was still breathing, and after a few clumsy attempts, Caretaker managed to find their pulse.
Releasing a long, slow breath, Caretaker rocked back on their heels. They couldn’t think of anything else they’d need to do for someone who’d fainted, but then again, they'd never been in this situation before now. Probably best to wait until Whumpee woke up.
If they woke up.
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Random whumpy fainting stuff
From a person who passes out almost daily from dehydration and POTS
Fainting can be dramatic (eyes rolling back, falling to the floor, etc), but it can also be subtle sometimes. Even standing up, your whumpee could just sway in place a bit, eyes going unfocused and dilated. Maybe those around them grow concerned as they realize whumpee is unresponsive, before moving to touch them, shake their shoulder, and watching with horror as whumpee tips over and slumps to the floor.
When your whumpee is coming to, there’s often a few seconds where they are aware of and can understand everything around them, but are unable to move or talk. Just laying there, maybe mumbling something quietly or waving a hand at most, body still coming back online.
Whumpee catching themself passing out, deliberately breathing slow and deep in an attempt to not faint, even as they slowly feel their thoughts leaving them. The darkness fuzzing in on the corners of their vision and masking their surroundings, and the last, frustrated thought of “well, shit” as they sink to the ground, breathing exercises having failed them.
Alternatively, there can also be a few seconds after (before??) coming to when your whumpee isn’t cognizant of what is happening, but it appears like they are. They may sit up, even respond to a basic question, and then blink awake, completely disoriented at already being upright and moving.
Everyone around them freaking out, disorienting whumpee even further as they wake up to the concerned voices and roaming hands and prodding and questions. Whumpee attempting to brush everyone off, appease everyone, to just get away as they maybe stagger to their feet or curl into a ball.
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whumpetywhump · 11 days
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Are You Human, Too? - Ep. 3
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leafywritingwhump · 2 months
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Dimly, Whumpee was aware that there was a chorus of "stay awake"s and "Whumpee if you close your eyes I'll raid your snack stash"s, but honestly... they were so, so tired.
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biggest-whump-fan · 1 year
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As usual, our baby is being a good whumpee 😊
But...
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Excuse me ? AN ITEM ???
dadd- I mean sir !! THIS IS ILLEGAL !!
anyway the way he carrying him like a potato bag is sending me-
The s classes I raised ch 64
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ppiripampam · 3 months
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My Man is Cupid ep 16 part 2
⬇️⚠️SPOILER ALERT⚠️⬇️
He's a cupid, there's a way for him to come back to life ;D
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sasuga-whump · 1 month
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Whump List: おっさんずラブ-リターンズ・Ossan's Love Returns (2024)
Genre: BL, romance, comedy, quirky male lead
Whump themes: blood and injury, passing out
Summary: Haruta and Maki have started living together as newlyweds. However, work and housework become too much for the couple, so they try housekeeping services to make their domestic life easier. But the person who appears at the door turns out to be the retired Kurosawa! Will the love triangle between them happen again?
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Whumpees:
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和泉・Izumi
Ep 1:
Found collapsed on the ground, concern for him, bleeding from his abdomen, barely conscious, "I'm fine...", caretaker finds him, carried bridal style
Ep 2:
friend concerned for him, holding his wound, "I'm fine now", breathing heavily and crying out, clutching his wound ... flinching and holding his wound ... found collapsed with a shoulder wound, bleeding, "don't call an ambulance"
Ep 3:
cont'd from prev ep... [minor flashback to Izumi collapsing], caretaker helps him to stand, shoulder carried, concerned friend ... at a loved one's grave sombre and contemplative ... caretaker concerned for him, "I'm okay", shoulder pain, flinches
Ep 4:
sad, huddled in a ball on the floor, reliving upsetting memories ... traumatic past reveal, revealed his past lover died in front of him, feeling guilty ... sleeping, taken care of
Ep 5:
sneezing, "I think I caught a cold", forehead checked for fever by friend, feverish, concerned friend ... sneezing, cold and shivering ... sneezing, concern for him
Ep 7:
concerned for Kiku, flashbacks to past lover dying, emotional, calling for Kiku
Ep 9.2 (special ep):
[flashback] using himself as a human shield, shot, gasping, worried caretaker, bleeding, caretaker trying to stop the blood, heavy breathing, semi conscious
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菊之助・Kiku
Ep 5:
dejected ... drunk, emotional outburst, feeling guilty, crying, comforted
Ep 7:
in an ambulance, unconscious on a stretcher, rushed into emergency room, bloody shoulder wound, concerned caretaker ... on the rooftop with an IV bag and arm sling, "it was just a scratch", wincing
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esbee-daisy · 7 months
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When A is woken up in the middle of the night and at first they’re not sure why. They rub their eyes and look around blearily; all looks in order. But damn they’re hot. And as soon as that thought appears, they realize with a start it’s coming from next to them - and they look down in horror at B, laying curled into their side. B is absolutely radiating heat - so much so that A is sweaty just from being pressed against them, though no where near as drenched as B. B is shaking and whimpering pathetically, and looks pale even in the low light of the moon, with bright red spots high on their cheeks. A realizes they must not have been feeling well for a while and not mentioned anything, because with a fever like this there’s no way B didn’t go to bed feeling terribly unwell. And A hadn’t noticed.
A tries to wake B up gently, knowing they need to take their temperature and get them some water and meds, but after a few gentle hair strokes and rubbing of B’s arm, they realize B isn’t rousing at all. And if anything their face seems more pained and frightened than it had a minute ago. A starts getting frantic, shaking B harder and calling their name in a panic. They see B’s eyes flutter beneath the lids briefly, then stop as their head dropped even more towards the bed. A’s stomach drops when they realize their aren’t able to rouse B at all. Uh oh.
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Alright whump writers. Here’s a little something based on personal experience.
Whumpee with a hidden medical condition/disability
This is based on myself as someone with a heart condition and symptoms that I often don’t recognize until too late. Imagine a whumpee:
Forgetting to bring medicine on a trip and trying to hide symptoms
Stopping more often than others on missions to steady themself
Not telling the group about the condition to avoid concern
Disappearing for a few days without a word because they had to spend a few days in the hospital after a scare
Experiencing the beginnings of a cardiac episode but not saying anything
Getting worked up in an argument and having to leave so they don’t hurt themself
Confiding in one member of the group and having them promise to keep it secret
Passing out during an important mission
Fatigued from being put on new medication
Keeping a hidden medical journal with resting heart rate (RHR) and peaks for the week
Worrying about something unexpected causing an episode
Being kidnapped and going without medicine days/weeks
Being given placebos by an enemy and having a heart attack because of them
And imagine their caretaker:
Analyzing every model of defibrillator in case of an episode
Getting CPR certified
Watching them sleep after a medical scare
Constantly checking that they took their medicine/have their prescriptions filled
Panicking the first time they go into cardiac arrest
Losing sleep trying to find them, knowing they’re kidnapped without medicine
Booking/taking them to doctor’s appointments
Becoming their emergency contact
Getting them a medical ID/dog tag with their condition listed
Studying all warning signs connected to their condition and similar conditions
Traveling hours away to bring them their medicine
Treating them like their made of glass after they’ve had an episode
I love medical whump and I should write something with loads of it!!!
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just-a-scratch-man · 7 months
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One the most heartbreaking moments in my opinion
“Please. Come back. Come back to me”
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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 21: Infection
Week 3 of this bullshit. Enjoy.
TW: infection, swearing, passing out
Whumpee had known about the injury for a while now. They’d gotten it on their last mission, but the other team members had been worse off, so Whumpee grabbed some painkillers and bandages and stopped the bleeding themself. They’d assumed that would be the end of it. They’d been through worse; their teammates’ injuries were more serious, and no one needed to worry.
Until the wound got worse.
Whumpee had been shot in the side. Now, three days later, no amount of painkillers they took could numb the pain. When they’d changed the bandages that morning, the wound was warmer than it should have been, it was starting to swell and had turned an angry red color. Whumpee began to worry, then, but they pushed off telling anyone else. Everyone, even Caretaker, was busy helping the more injured team members recover. Whumpee could wait another day before they sought aid.
Hours after making this decision, Whumpee awoke in the middle of the night. The wound was throbbing, far worse than when it had initially been sustained. Each step they took wobbled as they went to the bathroom to check underneath the bandages. Whumpee took a long, ragged breath when they saw the extent. The flesh was streaked with dark red, it refused to close after nearly four days, and blood still welled up from the opening in their skin.
“Whumpee?”
Whumpee’s head darted to see Caretaker standing in the doorway, staring at the wound in their side. Their mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words. “I…” they stammered, “I… you were so busy caring for everyone else… I didn’t want to bother you…”
Caretaker gingerly prodded the wound. “How long have you been hiding this from me?”
Whumpee’s face grew hot. “Um… almost four days, now.”
“Four days?!” Caretaker’s head snapped up to meet Whumpee’s gaze. Their expression was furious. “Four days, and you didn’t say anything?”
“It’s okay…” Whumpee mumbled, “I’ve been managing with painkillers—”
“Like hell you’ve been ‘managing with painkillers’,” Caretaker snapped, “This wound is infected, Whumpee! Infected! This should have been looked at on day one, not day four!”
Whumpee winced at their tone. “But I’m fine! You still have to take care of the rest, and I’m feeling okay…” they paused, reaccessing. “Okay, maybe I’m feeling a little light-headed… but I’ll be okay…”
The bathroom seemed to blur, and Whumpee suddenly found themselves lying on the floor, Caretaker kneeling over them and cursing up a storm. “You idiot!” They shouted, “You fucking idiot!”
Caretaker shouted something else, but Whumpee couldn’t make it out as darkness closed over their vision and sent them into the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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whumpasaurus101 · 1 year
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When the exhaustion kicks in and all whumpee does is collapse on the floor.
No more insults, no rage, no defiance, just a pile at Whumper’s feet.
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whump-about-it · 1 year
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Sponge bath/ Infection/ “Lets get you cleaned up”
@whumpril day 22
CW: infections, passing out, mild hallucinations, fever. 
The room seemed to be wavering around Whumpee. The floor kept shifting and tilting at odd angles, and the walls didn’t appear to be shifting with it. Instead they kept elongating and shrinking at random intervals. Whumpee couldn’t look at anything straight on or else the constant movement of the room was going to make them nauseous. When they tried to take a step they stumbled on the moving floor and had to grab onto the chair next to them to keep their knees from buckling. 
Their mouth was dry, and their ears were beginning to ring. Whumpee tried to grip the chair harder to ground themselves. Get a control on their body and the shaking room. They knew they should know what was going on, but their brain was moving so sluggishly they couldn’t think of what had happened. 
“Whumpee?” A voice broke through the ringing in Whumpee’s ears, and they could feel someone putting a hand on their shoulder. Whumpee turned towards the voice, and the hand, and managed to focus on Caretaker’s concerned face for a split second before it began to twist and contort like they were a painting someone was smudging over. 
It was all to much for Whumpee’s brain, and their world quickly faded to grey, and then to black. 
“Catch me” they slurred as their body went boneless. The last thing they remembered before they totally blacked out was Caretaker swearing as they tried to pull Whumpee into their arms before they hit the floor. 
The next thing Whumpee remembered, they were coming to propped up in someone’s bed. Their head was screaming, and their skin itched and ached. They felt like a clay pot cracking and preparing to fall apart in desert heat. Even so, Whumpee could feel something wet and freezing being pressed to their neck, just below their ear. The feeling disappeared but quickly came back an inch or so away. The sudden cold on their hot and aching skin made Whumpee wince even as their brain told them to stay still. 
“It’s just me” Caretaker murmured from somewhere very close to Whumpee. They continued to dab Whumpee’s neck with what they could now distinguish as a sponge for a minute until Whumpee managed enough control over themselves to crack their eyes open. 
They were in Caretaker’s room. The lights were out and the curtains were drawn only allowing dim sunlight to filter through. The room was spinning, but it at least was staying proportional now. And Caretaker’s face, mere inches from their own, was only contorting in the usual ways. 
Caretaker leaned away when they saw Whumpee’s eyes open and dipped the sponge in a bowl of water sitting on the bedside table. They rang it out and began to dab at the other side of Whumpee’s neck making them wince again. Caretaker’s face was a mixture of concern and displeasure and Whumpee tried not to stare at them and they continued to wipe the sweat off of their face and neck. 
“Is this your shirt?” They asked in a raspy voice after a moment. They had just noticed they weren’t in the same clothing they had been in when they passed out. 
“You sweat through your own” Caretaker told Whumpee in way of a response. “The cut on your arm has a nasty infection.” 
Whumpee glanced guiltily down at their left forearm. It was splayed out next to them on a seperate pillow. Caretaker had removed the bandage, but there was a warm compress over the deep cut Whumpee had been trying to hide. 
Right. That’s what had happened. They hadn’t told Caretaker about the injury. They didn’t want them to worry. The infection hadn’t been that bad the last time they had changed the bandage. They had cleaned out the puss and made sure to dry the wound before putting on a new bandage. Had they applied the antiseptic? They couldn’t remember. 
“Are you going to give me a lecture?” They rasped, glancing back at Caretaker, who surprisingly gave them a half smile. 
“Eventually” They said fondly “When your fever breaks. I want to make sure you  remember it.” 
Whumpee nodded and instantly regret the movement. They squeezed their eyes shut against the room that was beginning to spin again. Caretaker continued to brush the sponge down Whumpee’s arm while they stroked Whumpee’s sweaty head with their other hand, gently encouraging them to take deep breathes until Whumpee didn’t think they were going to pass out again. 
“I’m sorry” Whumpee rasped when they opened their eyes again “I should have told you about the cut.” 
“I told you, I’m saving the lecture for later.” Caretaker said. “For now lets get you cleaned up, and then I’m tracking down some antibiotics.”  
“Okay” Whumpee mumbled. They shut their eyes again and held as still as they could as Caretaker finished wiping them down with cool water and began to dress their wound, properly this time. 
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