y'all i just started thinking about this trope and i'm actin UP:
whumpee sleeping in the clothes they were wearing all day, shoes and all, because they're too tired and achy and dizzy to bother changing.
bonus points if it's some kind of uniform.
extra extra points if caretaker takes their shoes off for them to at least give them SOME semblance of comfort (or just because they don't want whumpee to get mud all over the bed).
and finally, for the entire jackpot, caretaker doesn't know that whumpee is sick or injured or that they haven't changed out of their extra warm winter clothes under their blankets until whumpee's fever spikes in the middle of the night.
five dialogue prompts for characters who have a hard time resting :)
This has been lurking in my brain since like 2012 but
Friend group is having a horror movie night, which is fairly normal for them. One of them has been feeling slightly off all day, not sick, just not at their best, tired, not really in mood to eat. It doesn't seem like much, so they all proceed business as usual.... until the sight of blood and guts all over the screen causes the sick character to vomit over the side of their chair
A gets sick while away at a cabin with friends, and they’re battling a fever.
their bed has ample quilts and blankets, but their bedroom itself is quite chilly, as there’s no central heating. They toss and turn, in and out of sleep, feverish brain wound too tightly to truly rest. around 4am is when A really starts getting desperate—they just want to get comfortable, and they can’t.
so they wrap up in a thick blanket and shuffle to the main room. Their shaking hands prop up the logs and fuel in the fireplace like B showed them. It takes three strikes of matches before A can hold one steadily enough to light the crumpled piece of paper.
The fire catches, and A sits back and wraps up tighter in their blanket, hands rubbing up and down their arms. The great room seems even colder now, but they’re far too weak to go back to their bedroom, and someone has to watch the fire.
a few hours later, their friends find them curled up and half-asleep on the cold stone hearth next to the dying embers, their fever markedly worse.
Heartwarming story: Little girl doesn’t have to do anything to fund her dad’s surgery because his expenses are covered by his country’s universal healthcare.
Human determination: Man bikes 18 miles to work every morning because he wants to and not because he can’t afford a car and would be fired if he’s late.
Spirit of Brotherhood: Neighbors host housewarming party for elderly resident who doesn’t need help in paying rent because his pension is more than enough.
SO INSPIRING: Local middle school students bake dozens of cupcakes because their home economics class is doing a baking unit. Their school is fully funded with everything they need.
im just not convinced humans were ever meant to be this busy
every day i am surrounded by people who need more naptime, and more playtime, and more storytime, and more playdates and parties and sleepovers. when it comes to worktime, however
Because the sent one got some really great pieces <3
‘Reminder! Your appointment with your doctor is coming up in 1 day.’
Whumpee feels the ground lurch and they shoot out a hand to steady themself on the couch arm.
Caretaker looks up sharply from a nearby chair, ‘Whumpee, are you okay?’
‘I- I think so,’ their voice is shaking. They are shaking. The couch cushion lurches, for real this time, as Caretaker takes a seat beside them. They feel Caretaker’s hand on theirs, gently caressing it. They let themself flop against their solid body, sobbing, ‘No more… no more doctors…’
‘Oh, Whumpee, it will be okay. No more new doctors. This one’s a good doctor. This one is helping you. This one isn’t hurting you.’
‘Not true! That’s not true! That’s not true! This one’s a bad doctor!’
Caretaker looks up with concern, ‘Whumpee, what do you mean?’
‘They’re bad like all of the bad ones!’
my thinking about pirate whump naturally progressed to cowboy whump so here are some thoughts:
-farm/ranch in the middle of nowhere
-being left tied to a post in harsh weather conditions (thinking really hot but cold also works)
-being dragged/made to walk behind a horse
-whipping and riding crops (do i even need to say anything)
-whumpee being kept in a shed or barn
-horse bit used as a gag
-cattle prodding rod and branding (self explanatory id say)
-restraints like rope being heavy and uncomfortable cause they are meant for animals
-whumpee being overworked with ranch chores
-whumper wearing cowboy boots stepping on whumpee or kicking them
the concerned team surrounds a badly hurt whumpee after a battle. their surroundings are still horribly dangerous, so whumpee can't lose it. not now, not here, not without risking lives. but with a burn that pulses like agony, or a wound stinging with corrosive acid, or a spear impaled half through the stomach, it's all they can do to clench their fists, loosely cradle their injury, and shut their eyes tight against the pain. too loud, and the whole team is in danger.
so, with teeth bared, they haul a high pitched, keening whimper up from the back of their throat.
the sound is pleading and uneven and through their normally calm voice, horrifically out of place. it's the final straw to the team that they need to get out, and soon. because whumpee never makes that sound.
(not unless they are desperately holding back a scream.)
hi! i'm zozo and i like writing medic whumpees. i've been here for a while (used to be zoeywhumps) but i'm rebranding.
my requests are open, especially for medwhump and medic characters!
i do nsfw whump writing as long as all characters involved are adults.
can i get a little boost? @whumperofworlds
I love caring caretakers. I know it's probably not a hot take or anything, but:
love this! maybe even it's because the injury/illness is serious enough to warrant that extra care and whumpee thinks that tenderness is going to be taken away as soon as the danger has passed, but then it does. the fever breaks, and they still make them stay in bed and take care of everything for them. whumpee wakes up in the hospital, mostly fine now, and stoic/rude caretaker shows up and visits them. they even bring them something nice like a comfort item from home or something to do to combat the boredom or some candy they're not supposed to have just so they have something nice to eat that's not hospital food. just. measured caring from an unexpected source is literally my fav trope.
(i have a fic for my space OCs where the stoicest, rudest caretaker drops whumpee off at medical. she's sure she's never even going to speak to her again--she's very elusive and works night shift to avoid as many people as possible--but she sees her shoes under the curtain, meaning that she's come to check on her. doesn't go in, but clearly cares <3)
weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability
The apparently innocuous buzz from Whumpee's nightstand sent a chill trickling down the back of their neck. No. No, not like this. It can't...They can't...No, no, no. All of their friends were in different time zones, either at work or asleep. There was only ever one person who would consistently message them at this specific time -- letting them know they were outside, waiting to be welcomed in.
But that was a different number they had blocked ages ago, outside the front door of their old house. They had blocked them on every social media, changed their name and number, moved several miles away. Whumper couldn't have narrowed it down to this place, not so soon!
Whumpee had to wipe their clammy hands on the bedsheets before their shaking fingers could even grip the phone properly. The glaring light of the screen and the surge of dread stung their eyes.
Unknown Number: ❤️
That was usually the cue for the doorbell to ring. Whumpee would have heard it echo even from upstairs. Instead there was a gentle, expectant tap, tap, tap on their bedroom door.
Oh my blood ran COLD. very creepy 12/10
