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Thanks!

Okay that’s real… and so the web weaving continues

Body still pulsing in places they hate to notice. Bruises forming on their hips, their legs, their arms, all over. Fluid drying and chilling their skin. Chest rising and falling in shallow, shuddering gasps. Feeling like someone has peeled them open from the inside and then left them to stitch themselves back together.

YES me too <3

Rescuer(s) immediately offering Whumpee their own jackets, cloaks, shirts -- anything to help them cover up and get back a modicum of dignity

Whumpee hitting and kicking and scrambling away from rescuers, not yet processing that they aren't Whumper and aren't there to hurt them

Conversely, Whumpee who absolutely clings to rescuers, their body and mind essentially starving for kind, healing touch

Rescuers going absolutely ham on Whumper. They knew something was going on, they came to save Whumpee for a reason -- but this? Emotion takes over and they're much rougher with Whumper than necessary, maybe even killing them

Whumper shouting out crude taunts as they/Whumpee are taken away from the scene. "They'll always be mine!" "You think they want you now?"

And being Caretaker in that situation. Maybe Caretaker knew or heavily suspected Whumpee's "bad experiences" were actually assaults but kept their mouth shut because they didn't want to push Whumpee before they were ready. Maybe Caretaker didn't know but figures it out while they're having sex (seeing an old tattoo or scar) but keeps the panic and shock down so that the experience is as good for Whumpee as physically possible. Maybe Caretaker never suspected anything, but as they're cuddling together afterward, Whumpee starts asking some odd questions that leave Caretaker with a feeling of dread...

Whumpee felt like they were floating, in a way that was both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.

Because sleeping with Caretaker for the first time had been...wow. All the things they had thought sex couldn't be -- loving, comfortable, warm, fun -- had somehow come to life. Whumpee had never experienced a feeling like that.

And it felt....good? Clarifying. Bad. Disorienting. They couldn't decide. If this was what sex was, good and healthy and loving sex....what had everything else been?

Whumpee sighed and lay their head against Caretaker's shoulder, cuddling up against them with this strange new feeling.

Caretaker adjusted themselves ever so slightly to make sure that Whumpee could be comfortable. Their mind was whirring.

Because....they had known. In a way. Or enough, anyway. The way that Whumpee had spoken about past experiences -- threats, blurry lines, coercion -- was more than enough to raise eyebrows. But Caretaker didn't push. That was the last thing Whumpee needed. Let them work through it on their own time, by their own choice.

But this was a whole new level.

The way Whumpee had tensed at first, all instinct, something that had been written into them. That scar, so high up on their thigh that Caretaker had never seen it before, in a shape that had to be deliberate....

And now. The questions.

"Is it like that every time?"

"Why did you only do the stuff I liked?"

"Is it normal for people to stop when you ask them to?"

they take a step towards whumpee, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. whumpee seems to freeze for a second, the line of their posture tense and coiled— an attempt to shrink within oneself, bracing for something and hiding from something alike.

caretaker gently pulls the sweater over whumpee's head, guiding their stick-thin arms into the soft fabric as whumpee stays still and quiet throughout the process, looking at them with huge, unblinking eyes.

"there," caretaker says, gently patting whumpee on their arms as they step away. "better?"

whumpee blinks. a weak protest, "you need that," as they fidget with the sleeves. they can't bring themself to remove it. it's soft and filled with cartaker's warmth.

caretaker shakes their head, carding their fingers through whumpee's hair in an attempt to straighten it back.

caretaker couldn’t stand seeing them in that kind of clothes. it makes them nauseous. the first thing they do when they get home, before helping them figure out the shower or feeeding them, is getting them clothes. The entire time they had been going home, whumpee had had their arms wrapped around themselves like they’re trying to protect themselves.

the first thing they do is find them new clothes- soft, unassuming cotton undergarments that caretaker had leftover from when their sister stayed over eight months ago, the smallest t-shirt they own, and a hoodie and sweatpants that practically dwarf whumpee, outlining their bony figure farther.

when caretaker hands whumpee the clothes they stare at them, their eyes wide. they look up, their voice so unobtrusive and quiet when they ask tentatively “w-what do you want me to do with this?”

caretaker’s face twists into a frown. of course they don’t understand. “Those are for you, whumpee.” whumpee’s eyes widen to saucers, and they look down at the clothes. after a moment of staring, they pull the clothes to rest against their chest lightning fast, almost clinging to them. They’re looking up at caretaker with tears welling up in their eyes, never falling. whumpee’s voice is still so quiet. “T-thank you, caretaker.”