Mundane Modern Setting Whump

There are times when the world needs superheroes, brave knights, or secret agents. But there are also times when all you need is regular things, happening to regular people

From the humble common colds to the fearful car crashes, from the worries of the workplace to the whims of the weather, this blog is a home for all mundane, modern setting whump scenarios

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Oh, this is the perfect opportunity to write with a focus on caretaker's perspective for once 👀

From this prompt list

As soon as caretaker saw the child fall and the blood start to flow from the fresh cut on their forehead, they turned to check on whumpee.

The pair were out shopping and had been happily conversing about the film they were planning to watch later that day, but now whumpee had fallen silent as they saw blood, their skin pale and clammy. Their gaze was glued to the sight of dark red across the aisle, and caretaker knew they had to get away from this sight.

With the child's parents now comforting them, caretaker made their decision and pulled whumpee out of the aisle, leaving their trolley behind, and guiding them by the arm towards a bench in the shopping centre. As they sat down, caretaker could hear the ragged breaths whumpee was taking as they now held onto caretaker's arm with a death grip.

"I thought you were going to pass out, but you did so well," caretaker said softly, squeezing whumpee's arm in return--they remember from last time that for whumpee, soft touches are a no-go, but a strong grip can help ground them.

Whumpee shook with panicked sobs as they leaned forward to rest their head between their knees, and caretaker massaged their shoulder in an attempt to comfort them.

They tried not to pay attention to the staring of passersby, finding whumpee's mental state far more important than the comfort of strangers.

Ah, surgery recovery- good choice!

From this prompt list

A dull ache and an almost-pleasant haze greeted whumpee as they woke up, disoriented and groggy as they tried to push themself up to a seated position, but only got halfway before admitting defeat.

"You don't look pleased," came a familiar voice--a voice they'd hardly heard since the divorce, piercing clearly through the haze. Whumpee glanced up in confusion.

"Why am I here? I mean- why are you here?"

"You? Emergency appendectomy. Burst during surgery, you could've died. And me? Someone's too busy to change their emergency contact."

"Ah," whumpee acknowledged, wincing as they twisted slightly while trying to get comfortable.

"Not like you, is it? Waiting for something to be physically unbearable before giving it any thought?" Their ex said, though whumpee could see through the stony exterior--they'd been worried about them.

"I guess I got used to stomach pains from your cooking," they said, and it was received with the tension-breaking smile that they had hoped to see.

Whumpee smiled back--though their stomach hurt when they laughed, they had to admit they'd missed some of this.

"I'll take you home when you're discharged," their ex said, and whumpee stumbled over their words in an instinctual 'you don't have to', but their ex interrupted, "I know, I'll take you anyway."

Whumpee sat in stunned silence. Eventually they spoke up with what they'd been wanting to say.

"I wasn't too busy," they said, and their ex looked confused, so they explained, "I left you as the emergency contact. Didn't know who else to add."

Whumpee watched their expression change from confused, to hesitant, to content.

"Then... I'm glad. I'm glad they called me."

I had a couple ideas for this, but this was the simplest one to get across in a short drabble-

You can do whatever you like but it’d be nice if there was some comfort in it somewhere and if they happened to cry and be mortified after that would be lit as well.

Or you could take it in a completely different direction and who am I kidding I would be delighted by pretty much anything there.

You folks love stoic characters caught slipping- but who am I to argue, I love it too

From this prompt list

When their best friend had told them his wedding reception would be at a rooftop venue, whumpee hadn't protested, despite their debilitating fear of heights. It was his special day, not theirs, and they weren't going to make a fuss.

But now they held onto the railing like a lifeline, shoulders hunched and head down, in the hopes that their hair might mask their face from the other guests' sight. Their fear urged them to step back, to head back inside, but all they could do was hold onto the cold comfort of the metal railing.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The familiar, soft voice of their friend didn't bring comfort, but dread. Whumpee couldn't respond, hell, they could barely breathe to begin with.

Then there was a hand on their shoulder, and they were being pulled back from the balcony, guided in a blur between the tables and huddles of guests, until at last they crossed the threshold of the indoors. Sure, there were still floor to ceiling windows, but it was quiet, and the rooftop breeze was gone. Already, whumpee could feel their panic subsiding, but their breathing was still ragged.

A thumb swept across their cheek, wiping a tear they hadn't noticed had fallen. Whumpee wiped their eyes quickly, embarrassed to have let themself slip so far, so publicly.

"Thought it wouldn't be so... high," they muttered quickly as a means of explanation, but it felt silly as soon as they said it. Whumpee dared a glance up at the groom, whose eyes were full of concern.

He pulled them into a hug, and whumpee broke down in stifled sobs, relieved to just be held and understood. They were certain a few tears sank into his blazer, but he didn't seem to mind, holding them tighter.

what about a combination of fist fight/ stoic character breaks face(and this part isn’t on your list but) with the idea of masochism/ or getting into the fight over guilt/as self punishment?

no worries if you don’t do this one!!

Oh I love a guilt-ridden masochist, seeking out a fight because they think they deserve it 👀

From this prompt list

So maybe whumpee had been drinking, but that didn't mean they weren't in their right mind--no, they had other reasons for being out of their mind.

They didn't need forgiveness, the taste would be as bitter as the alcohol on their tongue. Right now, it was retribution they needed, and they didn't care who took it.

It was surprisingly easy to rile someone up to a breaking point. A bump of the shoulder, a sly comment under their breath, and a goading look in their eyes were all it took to get dragged out by the collar of their shirt into an alley behind the bar. After all, this was who they were now, right?

The first taste of blood was addictingly sweet, bleeding from their tongue after their attacker caught them with a fist to the jaw. Whumpee responded with a few half-hearted swings, but really they were just keeping up appearances--it was the jab to their ribs and the knee to the stomach that had them seeing stars, stumbling and falling onto their back as they lost balance.

Their attacker rounded it all off with a stomp to the wrist, grinding their boot down until they both heard a crack. Whumpee cried out, adrenaline urging them to fight back, but instead they lay in the dirt, watching with half-shut eyes as their attacker walked away.

Anyway! How about:

1. Home invasion, 6. Stoic character's mask slips

-- @whumperofworlds

I actually made the list entirely because I wanted to include the home invasion prompt on it, so this is perfect!

From this prompt list

The last thing whumpee expected when they shut the door behind them was the sound of clattering coming from their kitchen. Their first thought was that it must be the rats--they'd been meaning to call pest control, but hadn't gotten around to it. With the intense work schedule, they were rarely at home to begin with.

In their head, their next move was simple; open the back door and shut the kitchen door, leave a trail out to the garden, and wait for the rat to make its escape. But instead they came face to face with a black-clad figure, freezing still in the kitchen doorway.

A hard strike to the head sent whumpee stumbling backwards into the wall, sinking to the floor as their vision pulsed with a sea of black spots. Their ears rang, and they braced instinctually for the next strike, but it never came.

It must have been with something harder than a fist, as they were vaguely aware of a warm trickle down the side of their face, sending them dizzy with confusion and fear.

Whumpee wasn't a paranoid person--but as they lay in a warm pool of blood in their own home, they wondered if perhaps they should have been more cautious.

Send me an ask with a combination from the two lists below and I'll write a short idea or two based on it! Feel free to give more details and ideas of your own in your ask :}

Prompt:

Home invasion

Work injury

Fire escape

Fist fight

Lost in the wilderness

Heatstroke

Road accident

Gunshot wound

Exhaustion

Sport injury

Chronic illness

Moshpit concussion

Phobia induced panic attack

Extreme weather

Surgery recovery

Allergic reaction

Situation:

Unexpected emergency contact

Nursed back to health by roommate

Found unconscious

Treated in public

"How long has it been like this?"

Stoic character's mask slips

Blissfully unaware of illness/injury

Comforted over the phone

Asking for caretaker while delirious

Drives self to hospital

Long-needed reprieve