#whumpee caretaker

[jump-in-the-whump]

Whumpee, although physically unharmed, had remained silent the entire time. Not a sentence, not a gasp, not a tear. Whumpee had said nothing from the moment Caretaker found them in that little cell, and even now that they were home, Whumpee was quietly wandering around, like a ghost, with sluggish movements and a blank look on their face.

Caretaker knew something was wrong and stayed close to Whumpee the whole time, talking to them and trying to get them to say a few words, but to no avail. Whumpee continued to stay silent and stare into the void, so Caretaker smiled at them and gently patted their shoulder. “How about I get something to drink? I'll be right back…”

But as Caretaker took a step away, Whumpee's eyes widened in terror and their hands trembled as they reached out, grasping desperately for Caretaker's sleeve. “No! Please!” Whumpee pleaded, their voice cracking. “Please, don't leave me alone…I-I can't… I can't bear it.”

Caretaker's smile disappeared as they looked into Whumpee's haunted eyes. The realization of Whumpee's fragile state hit them like a physical blow. “I won't leave you, Whumpee,” Caretaker vowed, their voice unwavering as they wrapped Whumpee in a tight embrace. “I'll never leave you alone again.”

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[ennead-of-whump]

i think my fav whump trope is the caretaker who learned to be so gentle from their own experience as a whumpee. nobody has any idea how much violence it took for caretaker to become so gentle, but they would sacrifice everything if it meant giving whumpee the love + care they never got themself when they escaped their whumper

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[generic-whumperz]

Forehead kisses make everything better tho

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[jordanstrophe]

Caretakers that are so desperate to find whumpee they become deranged. They greet them by grabbing their face, yelling "ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU HURT!?” before immediately gripping them in a tight hug the second they get a single nod. 

Then they sit with whumpees back resting against their chest so they can hold their hot tea over their hand because they don’t have the strength to hold it themselves.

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[its-my-whump]

26 Caretaker turned (accidental) whumper

TW: panic, gore, stabbing, emotional whump

"Stop it. It's me. It's over."

He was fighting against them. There were too many. He was blindfolded and furious. He was afraid. Hands on him. But it weren't as many as he thought for a brief moment.

Suddenly an opening. He yanked forward, the knife in his bound hands.

An obstacle. Some kind of barrier, he pushed through. The knife found a target. It penetrated flesh. Hardly any resistence.

He felt the air leaving someone’s lungs under his hands. He felt muscles constricting and releasing all at once, when he pulled the knife back.

He heard a heavy object going down. Someone went to their knees, his head concluded. He felt sticky stuff between his fingers. He smelled sweet, heavy, metallic odore in the immediate air.

He heard a gasp turning into heavy panting.

Satisfaction spread, when he made a step backwards. The pounding of his own blood rushing through his ears went to the background.

A groan somewhere by his feet. He smirked.

Stammered words, a voice about to break. What did his opponent have to say? He didn't care, as long as this were his last words.

"It..it's me caretaker."

His heart stopped. Blood froze inside his veins.

That was whumpee's voice just down by his feet. 'That couldn't be. How? Why? NO!"

The knife fell to the ground. Sticky hands went for his blindfold. The first thing he saw was whumpee's blood, whumpee's blood on his hands.

They were alone. There was no one else around.

He went to his knees, bound hands went for whumpee's face, touching a pale cheek.

Tears dropped from his own.

"What have I done?"

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[whump-queen]

what if I was both whumpee and caretaker? i love roleplaying with someone and like getting beaten within an inch of my life and accidentally hitting them and cuddling them to make up for the accidental hit as if i wasn't bleeding and with a black eye. -🧃

oh I live for one prisoner trying to help another while ignoring their own injuries,,

just bleeding all over the place and trying not to wince and show their pain on their face while they help the other person bandage their wounds

#you can fix the others injuries while you’re at it cuz lord knows i’m not gonna do it #damn I am unhinged today #whumpee caretaker #answered asks #akias asks

[em-writes-stuff]

found footage

@febuwhump day 9 (alt. prompt 8)

warnings: i don’t think so (i’ve not really written or read anything abt this before so let me know if i need to tag something)

characters: caretaker

346 words

a/n: i’m kinda exploring a character a bit, but not using his name bc i havent decided on what his name is yet, but let me know if you like him bc i can definitely come up with more stuff for him

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Vases of wilted flowers sit on all surfaces of the kitchen, stinking up the house. Caretaker wanders the rooms, slowly filling a box with Whumpee’s things. 

He ignores her room, knowing he isn’t ready to deal with it just yet. He can take the stuff off the door though, right? He exhales sharply and sets the box on the ground. 

With gentle hands, he picks at the corner of a piece of tape. The tape rips, Caretaker takes a breath and closes his eyes. 

He slides his finger under the picture and lifts it off the door, slowly pulling the tape off with it. He holds the picture with shaky hands and stares at it. Whumpee smiles at him behind the camera, her arm slung around a friend’s shoulders. He smiles sadly and puts the picture in the box. 

The next picture is of her with him. He slides his finger along the edge until it pulls up enough to pull it from the door, but before the tape peels off, he stops. His breath hitches and his hand pulls back. He stands up, leaving the box on the floor, and walks to his room. The door slams behind him and he curls up in his bed, drawing the blanket up to his chin. 

His phone chimes and he reaches for it, hands groping around his bedside table until he feels it. The brightness makes him recoil, nearly dropping the phone. He rights himself and clicks on the notification. Facebook opens and a video plays. 

Whumpee looks at the camera, then back down at the present in her lap. She tears the wrapping paper and gasps, looking up, she beams, “No way!” 

She rips the rest of the paper off and tosses it on the ground before holding the box up. “You actually got it? It’s not a trick and there’s actually socks in here, right?” 

Caretaker laughs, “You have my word.” 

He shuts the phone off and sets it down on its face. He holds a hand against his chest and squeezes his eyes shut. 

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[whumpprentice]

you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :

"Hey, hey, it's okay"

"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "

"Look at me. Hey, look at me"

"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"

"It's over. It's over now."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

"I'm here. I'm right here"

#sicknario #sickfic prompts #sickfic tropes #soft caretaker #hurt/comfort #whumpblr #sickfic whump #bonus points for fearful or delirious whumpee #the safety and familiarity of repetition is just!!!! #whump community

[whump-kia]

the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpblr #blood #whumpee #caretaker #delirious

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

#making a delirious whumpee both needed AND dangerous my beloved #devolving into a living weapon out of need #even as it breaks caretaker's heart #whumpee #caretaker #living weapon whumpee #delirious whumpee #magical whump #whumblr #whump #my stuff #out of it whumpee

[jump-in-the-whump]

They are still lying on the floor, barely alive. They are shaking and wheezing, all covered in blood and dirt. The only thing that keeps them alive is the sheer determination not to die in that cold, dark, miserable place.

There’s a dull noise and the usually locked door is opened.

They lift their arm, trying to shield their tired eyes from the light coming from the door, but suddenly that light disappears and a shadow looms over them, menacingly. 

They gasp as they see a figure on the doorstep, so they try to crawl back, but their arms are too weak. The figure enters the cell, walking slowly towards them. 

"No! Please..... p-please.... i-i-i... d-don't.... i-i.... dunno.... w-where..... t-they are.... p-please....." They beg, sobbing. They don’t want to be hurt again, never again. 

The figure, cloaked in shadow, crouches down next to them, and passes a hand on their cheek. They close their eyes and flinch, trembling, afraid of the pain that touch is gonna bring. 

But no pain comes. This hand seems attentive and caring. 

They open their eyes as a soft, quiet voice fills the air. "My god, what have they done to you..."

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[chiharuuu22]

Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).

In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.

In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.

On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!

In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.

On the sofa in front of the fireplace.

In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.

On the couch on the terrace.

On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.

Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.

Anything you want to add?

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[generic-whumperz]

I just realized that one of my ocs technically went from being (a literal trained) Caretaker to a Whumpee . . . have I committed a whump cardinal sin? 🥲

*Storyline takes place well into them being whumped by new Whumper, Caretaker dynamic has long since passed and is not the focal point of the story.

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[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

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[its-my-whump]

27 Checking for a pulse (Alt 1)

TW: unconsciousness, gore, desperation, probable death?

There was dust just everywhere. He felt dust under his hands, he was coated in it. He smelled dust in his nose, he tasted dust on his tongue. It was on his skin, in his hair, in his eyes, on his clothes. The earpiercing bang of the explosion was still ringing through his head, bouncing back and forth.

But most of the dust around him had already settled. How long ago did the timer run out? How long ago did the bomb go off? How long ago did the ceiling or actually the building came down on them?

Them?

Caretaker finally came out of his daze with a start. His eyes flew open. He wanted to sit up out of reflex, without really knowing, that he had apparently been laying down. His upper body bolted upright. But sudden pain in his back and legs, a general sourness in all of his muscles and his head on the verge to explode as well, let him crumble to the side immediately. Almost every part of his battered body seemed to have flared up. It took his breath away. Caretaker needed to steady himself by desperately holding onto the dusty ground. Even behind closed eyes the world was moving too fast.

A few deep breaths helped him to get his bearings back and a good mouth full of dusty air in. He cought, his ribs protested badly. A bloody hand went for his rib cage and he managed to steady himself.

"Kiddo?" His voice was only a raspy crackle.

After some time he scrambled to his knees and started to search his surroundings. "Kiddo?" Caretaker's voice was still scratchy, but it had turned into something audible. He cought again. Light was floating through big cracks in the not-existing ceiling, so he could see at bit. Still, Caretaker mostly found his way around by his hands touching debrise in the darker corners. His eyes still needed to adjust.

"Talk to me, man. Where are you?" At first he was just dazed and disorientated, but by every minute passing without a responds Caretaker's panic rose. He had started to move debris from here to there. Whumpee had been a few feet away, when all hell broke lose, but he just couldn't find him.

Caretaker's palms were more bloody. By now, he was shoveling rumble with his bare hands.

"WHUMPE...?" The name of his friend got stuck in his throat, when Caretaker got a glimps of a shoe sticking out of a pile of ceiling parts and debris.

He instandly crawled towards his finding. His hand hesitanty touched his friend's foot. "Whumpee?" But there was no reaction to his light squeezing. His breath hitched.

A brief moment of shock and than Caretaker frantically started to remove everything, that was burring whumpee. His own pain forgotten.

"KIDDO? Come on, talk to me." He pulled big parts of concrete from the still form of his friend and lay bloody clothes free. The denim around the left leg was soaked and what he could see of his right hand, awkwardly stretched out, was bruised. Caretake pushed a segment from the air shaft away and was greeted by two big red stains on his friend's hip and shoulder. Whumpee was laying on his side, his head turned away from Caretaker. But there was blood in his dusty hair. "Ki...kiddo?" Caretaker didn't dare to breath. Whumpee hadn't even stirred under his handling.

Big tears suddenly made their way down his cheeks, trailing a path over dusty skin. His hands were trembling all of a sudden. Caretaker reached out only so slowly. He couldn't think about the possiblity of his friend being...

2 dusty fingers touched whumpee's neck, searching. But he couldn't find a sign of life. He didn't feel anything. 'No no no. This couldn't be.' Caretaker couldn't breath. 'This wasn't real. It just couldn't be.' More tears were falling. Great emptiness settled inside his heart. "Kiddo? No! Please! NO!"

Desperate hands grabbed for whumpee's shoulder and rolled him over all so gently. One arm limpy fell to the ground. His face was shockingly pale, half of it was covered in blood, also coated in a thick layer of dust, but yet so ghostly white underneath. He looked kind of peacefull, despite of all the bruises and gore covering his skin.

Caretaker couldn't cope. A hiccuping sob escaped him. His hands hovered over the lifeless body. He wanted to shake him to wake up, he wanted to yell at him to cut it out, he wanted to slap him to open his eyes. But he only lay his head on his friends torso and closed his eyes. More tears found their way down dusty trails on his cheeks and dropped onto whumpee's bloodstained shirt, coloring the grey dust into little black pools of mud.

It was deadly silent. The settling dust seemed to actually be falling like grey snow, muting the world. A distand thud...

thud...

...

thud...

...

thud...

It wasn't distant Caretaker suddenly realised. It was a heartbeat.

It was slow and faint, but it was a heartbeat.

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[i-love-all-whumpees-equally]

don't you ever see a blorbo and wanna just-

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