a whump/hurt/comfort blog

what are you doing?

i can handle that myself, you know.

you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me.

i'm not used to this. this caring thing.

thank you. don't ever do that again.

i thought you hated me, to be honest.

i didn't ask you to love me!

no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me.

i didn't think people like you existed.

is this normal for you? going out of your way like this?

i told you i had it handled. you didn't have to bother.

i... should probably thank you for that.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

wait, that's mine. you fixed it?

you did all of this... for me?

that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

i'm kinda at a loss for words.

i wasn't expecting this from you.

you did all this for me?

i had it under control.

when did this happen?

how long were you planning this?

i'm not sure what to say. i'm not used to this.

i owe you one.

that was... very kind of you. thank you.

i'm just not used to people going out of their way to help me.

usually people just look the other way, but you actually care.

this is weird. is this what caring about someone feels like?

i could have handled it.

this must have taken you forever to arrange. and you did it all for me?

it would be easier in the long run if we went our separate ways.

i hate being in other peoples' debts.

i didn't want this to happen.

people around me don't last very long.

i feel like i'm screaming and screaming and no one hears me.

i'm in your debt.

how did you find that? i lost that ages ago.

you actually... listened to me?

no one's ever paid attention.

no one's ever put that much time in effort into something for me.

when did i say that?

i didn't ask you to care about me!

i'm easily missed. people don't pay attention to me.

i'm invisible most of the time.

it's easier for people to look the other way.

do you do this often? help people?

i'm surprised you're still here.

if you're expecting something in return, forget about it.

you came back?

why do you care about me so much?

i'm a lost cause. you should just forget about me.

what's the use? there's no point.

i don't even celebrate my birthday. no one cares.

you can't just make someone care about you.

i thought you left.

what is it about me that has you so worked up?

you're making a big deal out of nothing.

thanks for patching me up.

you... brought this here for me?

but i didn't ask for this! i didn't ask for any of this!

"Anything, huh?"

"Fuck you, yes! Take me. Let them go, and you'll see. I can hold so much longer."

"You didn't think we would come?" Team Leader asks, horrified.

“Oh, that… That's broken.”

“No shame in crying. Come here.”

“Nothing someone could do to you would change how I feel.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Your past does not define you.”

“Squeeze my hand if you need to.”

“Why are you bleeding?”

“Where is the blood coming from?”

“That's a lot more than just a scratch, what the hell?”

“Holy crap, you look bad.”

“You deserve better.”

“I'm going to pick you up now, okay?”

“I can't help you if you won't let me.”

“You deserve someone who cares. I am that person.”

“Your soul is a heavy one, isn't it?”

“I'm not leaving.”

“No one's going to hurt you here.”

“C'mere. Let me take a look at you.”

“Come on, we both know this wasn not an accident.”

“Where'd you get those bruises?”

“You can cry. Let it out.”

“I wish I could have protected you from this.”

“Don't move, you'll make it worse.”

“Tell me who did this.”

“You know this was not your fault, right?”

“Just call if you need me.”

“Come here, you look like you need a hug.”

“You're safe now.”

“And still, you are as beautiful as ever.”

“My door's always open for you.”

“I know it seems impossible right now, but one day you will be okay. One day you will know how to laugh again, and I will be here for every step of the way.”

“Don't worry. I get why you're wary of trusting me, but I'll show you that there is nothing to fear.”

“I'm sorry this happened to you.”

“I know it's scary, but I got you.”

“You got hurt. Really hurt. We did our best, but it'll take some time for you to get back on your feet.”

“That'll bruise.”

“Take as long as you need.”

“You're still healing. Be gracious with yourself.”

“Don't pretend. Not in front of me.”

“You're shivering. Take my jacket.”

“Hey, hey. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

“I'll carry you if you get tired.”

“You did so well today. Your progress is inspiring.”

“Nobody will take you from me again.”

“I'll always have your back, no matter what.”

“Don't bottle it up.”

“I don't want you to be alone right now. Is that okay?”

“There it is. There is that pretty smile of yours.”

“You didn't deserve what happened to you. I hope you know that.”

“No one's going to think any differently off you.”

“You'll be okay.”

“I know you're angry, but I need to look at that wound now.”

“Look at you. You're the strongest person I have ever seen.”

“This is just a set back. You'll bounce back, and I'm right here.”

“Shush, just stay awake.”

“Sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up.”

“Hold my hand until you feel better.”

“I got you now.”

“You gave as good as you could. You're okay.”

“Once I'm done stitching you up, I'm going after them. They won't mess with you again.”

“I stitched you up while you were out.”

“Who did this to you?”

“We'll get through this together, okay?”

“It's okay, you can rest.”

“You need to look after yourself as well.”

-> Trembling hands they can’t unclench

-> Shaking like they’re still in it

-> Blank stare that won’t focus

-> Chest hitching shallow breaths

-> Whisper-thin voice, “I’m fine,” when they’re not

-> Flinching at soft sounds

-> Bruises blooming

-> Fingers twitching for something solid

-> Eyes darting—still checking corners

-> Blood on knuckles, someone else’s (maybe)

-> Caretaker’s hand hovering over them, unsure where to touch

-> Heartbeat still hammering long after it’s done

-> Caretaker’s thumb brushing dirt off their cheek

-> Body going slack the moment they are safe

-> A sob caught in their throat

-> Cold sweat. Warm hands. Quiet room.

-> A whispered promise, “Hey, you’re safe now,”

-> Silence seems louder than the fight

-> Every muscle locked up – still holding fear and fight

"Cover your eyes, Whumpee," Caretaker advised as they roughly pressed Whumper further into the wall behind them by the neck. Their eyes shone with an underlying craving for something, and a shiver travelled down Whumper's spine the moment they saw it.

"You- you're just as sick as I am," they rasped, their voice trembling as they tried to get out from within Caretaker's grip. They could feel their throat starting to close and immediately gasped for as much air as possible before it became impossible to do so. "Fucking hypocrite! I know your type!"

Caretaker tightened their grip and stepped closer; their face now mere inches from Whumper's frightened one. They smiled something wicked. Their posture was now unmoving, voice so quiet that Whumpee could never have heard the venom dripping from it.

this is such a delicious question to me, recovery is the best part of whump to me. i love a lot of parts of whump, but recovery - the hard recovery, the rocky recovery, the up and down recovery, the early fragile recovery, the painful recovery - is where it is at for me.

some assorted bits and bobs that i enjoy in a variety of circumstances :)

whumpee's injuries are healing slowly but surely and whumpee is impatient - trying to do things too fast, too carelessly. they hurt themself, make things worse, and they're so ashamed when they just end up needing more help.

shame in general. shame in recovery, shame for the trauma they experienced, especially if it was abuse or sexual violence based. shame for needing other people. shame for other people knowing. for being pathetic, and needy, and weak. dirty. ruined.

touch. touch, touch, touch. the necessary touch - doctors, medical professionals, their friends when they need their injuries treated and are too weak to move and care for themselves. and the other kinds of touch. caring touch. soothing touch, comforting touch. i love every manifestation of it. whether whumpee struggles to accept it or is desperate to cling to it like it's air. i'm always all about touch. especially touch starvation, when it's so acute and powerful they feel just sick with it, and sick at getting it - at needing it, and getting what they need.

whumpee finally decides to tell someone. not someone who found out without their decision, someone who interrupted the whump while it was happening or was told by someone else. whumpee decides to with their own voice, of their own choice, tell someone.

struggling with sleep. whumpee who can't sleep in their bed for some reason - remembering being assaulted, remembering being chained down, just not feeling safe. they get up and they walk, all hours of the night. they explore the city. they work out. they run. they sit, quietly, in the dark. they show up at a friend's place and can't explain what they're doing there, they just collapse in relief when offered a place to sleep beside another person.

Rules:

No AI at all

Feel free to stretch the prompts as you see fit

Ao3 tag and collection: The Faustian Locust’s Roll To Whump Challenge

Caretaker doesn't want to break up with Whumpee, but they know things also aren't working between them, so they get a therapist. Privately, without Whumpee knowing. They vent their frustrations about how Whumpee's attitude and behaviour is hurting them. About how they think Whumpee might be cheating because they're being too secretive around their phone, and, no matter what lengths Whumpee goes to to hide them, Caretaker has seen those fucking hickeys.

It sounds like a classic case of cheating. Whumpee's fallen in love with a co-worker, or is maybe having a secret affair with their boss. The usual dramas. But Caretaker still loves Whumpee despite all of this, and they want to try to make it work. So they work with their therapist to come up with a way to have an actual conversation with Whumpee. Non-confrontational, open, "I just want to hear you out."

And it works. A little too well.

It starts out hostile. Whumpee is defensive as usual, and then they just... break down. The truth comes tumbling out. Whumper has been abusing them for months, threatening them to keep quiet, hurting them so badly they've had to miss shifts at work to go to the hospital then make up the lost hours with overtime. And Caretaker listens with increasing horror as Whumpee gets more and more upset because fuck they have misjudged this terribly.

They comfort Whumpee the best they can, then immediately text their therapist.