Insert Chaos

Hi! I'm Penni and I write suspenseful stuff. I post every Wednesday. I write original stories/shorts and whump. I may write things based on prompts every now and then. Otherwise, I kind of just pull my ideas out of the sky and whatever's around me. I’ll also take requests! :D

I write a lot of open ended stuff, so a lot of the shorts you will see here are going to stay without an ending. Unless I decide otherwise. I write a lot of original stories. Some will feature my characters, others will have unnamed characters. There's a list for each. I'll cross post the stories with many parts on AO3. I write a lot of whump stuff. I have two sets of whump characters. They are independent of each other so you can pick to read whichever one tickles your fancy the most :)

This blog will contain a lot of triggers. I tag and place warnings on them in case you're not into that. My main TWs are: blood, character death, conditioned whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, two whumpers, weapons, abuse, hurt/no comfort, torture, kidnapping, captivity, drowning, choking and discussions of suicide. Something I will not write however is NSFW/sexual content of any kind.

Stories Under Cut

TW: Successful Escape, Mention of Past Captivity, Unintentional Emotional Whump, Betrayal, Mention of Injuries

@juneofdoom

Whumpee could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

After walking and starving for what felt like years, they finally saw the refuge they’d been seeking. 

The house was just like they remembered it. Made of brick, nice little decorations in the yard, bushes that grew beautiful roses in the spring, warmth and coziness that could be felt even if you were standing outside of it in the middle of the night. 

Whumpee was finally going to be back with the person they loved most. After being separated from him for what felt like eons. 

They hesitated when they noticed the unfamiliar car in the yard. Had Caretaker gotten a new car recently? 

Whumpee began to wish they knew exactly how much time had passed since the start of their captivity. Surely, it hadn’t been that long, right? Maybe Caretaker just decided to trade his old car in for something more upgraded. Maybe his old car was starting to give out on him. 

Climbing up the steps, Whumpee hesitated once again as they reached for the doorbell. As they waited for an answer, they began to consider if they were possibly at the wrong house. 

The door finally opened to reveal an unfamiliar face. “Can I help you?” 

“Oh! Um… I think– I thought this was my–” 

“Are you alright?” The man gasped, making Whumpee raise a brow. 

“Am I– yes. I’m fine, I just–” 

“You’re all bruised up and wounded! You’re even bleeding! You must come in, I refuse to let you stay out there like that.” Before they could protest, he was already ushering them into the house and shutting the door behind them. “Darling! We need medical kits immediately!” He called as he walked Whumpee to the sofa. 

They panicked. “Oh I don’t want to burden your family or anything!” 

“Nonsense. My fiancé is a doctor, he does this for a living.” Waving his hand, the man shook his head and dismissed their concern. 

“Is it bad?” A familiar voice asked, bringing Whumpee’s attention to the person walking into the room. They made eye contact with Caretaker who stared back with wide eyes. 

Caretaker was…engaged?

“Whumpee…” He gasped. “I can’t believe it’s you. I thought… I thought you were dead.” Caretaker turned back to the other man. “This is Whumpee. My friend that went missing that I told you about.” 

My friend. Now Whumpee wishes they were dead. 

“Whumpee, this is my fiancé, Partner.” 

Partner put on a sheepish smile. “While it is great to finally meet you, it’s unfortunate it had to be this way.” 

There’s so many different ways it can be used but these are ones I would like to see

A Whumpee whose vision was already kinda bad before they were kidnapped by Whumper. But it’s actively getting worse and Whumper immediately notices. So now he’s purposely asking Whumpee to read things to him, knowing they can’t.

Or, a Whumpee that had already been wearing glasses before captivity. Even better, they had just gotten them the day before they were kidnapped. They were finally able to see clearly but Whumper has decided that they actually don’t need to see. If they need to see so badly, they have to earn their glasses back. But only for a limited time.

Whumpee being in public without their glasses which is awful enough on its own depending on how bad their vision is. But they’re too scared to ask someone for help so they just suffer. Bonus points if Whumper is there with them, knowing they really want to see and will punish them if they beg for their glasses

You know that one stupid ass troupe that’s like “stop being disabled/wearing glasses, it makes you ugly. Be normal like the rest of us and you’ll be the sexiest person alive”? This but I want to see the aftermath and comfort part of it

Whumpee was already very insecure about their glasses and refused to wear them. Maybe just before captivity they decided to give in and wear them anyway before their vision gets worse. But when they’re with Whumper, he tells them how hideous they look with them on, leading to Whumpee refusing to wear them again. Maybe he rewards them when they agree with him. Or he acts very pleased when they don’t wear glasses and constantly calls them pretty and stays invading their personal space.

TW: Past Captive Whumpee, Mentions of Restraints, Hypoglycemic Episode

Caretaker watched quietly as Whumpee’s hands refused to be still. He moved them a lot when he spoke. Caretaker assumed this behavior was mostly due to having his hands tied behind him for so many hours at a time and having his circulation stop in them so often. However, today he seemed to be moving them a lot more often than usual. 

They’d lost all interest in the conversation when they noticed how sweaty and pale he suddenly became. Caretaker squinted at Whumpee, causing him to go silent. 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

“Yes. I’m fine– everything’s fine!” He forced a smile. 

They stared a moment longer. “Why are you sweating?” 

“It’s just… really hot in here all of a sudden, you know?” 

“The A/C has been on all day.” 

“Really?” Whumpee forced a laugh, scratching his head as he glanced around the kitchen. “Maybe it’s just my body going through some changes, you know?” 

“Whumpee, when was the last time you–” Caretaker couldn’t finish their question as Whumpee’s body began to collapse. They quickly caught him before he could collide with the floor. “Whumpee!” They quickly carried him to the sofa and gently placed him on the cushions. “What is going on?!” 

“I… It was just, uh, gravity? Maybe my ears should be checked? I’m sure it’s just a side effect of my new medicine–” 

Caretaker crossed their arms and frowned. “When was the last time you ate anything?” 

“Me? Uh, that’s a…” He weakly swiped at his drenched forehead. “That’s a really good question!” 

Without another word, Caretaker retrieved a brief remedy. They helped Whumpee sit up straight and brought a spoonful of honey to his lips. They turned on the living room fan and wiped the sweat from Whumpee’s face. “Are you okay? Can you see clearly?” 

He blinked a couple of times and nodded slowly. 

Caretaker sighed. “You know you’re allowed to eat right?” 

He lowered his gaze and nodded again. 

“Are you sure that you know that?” They tilted their head, raising their brow. This time they didn’t get a response. “I’ll bring you some bread to snack on while I cook you a meal, alright?” 

TW: Creepy Intimate Whumper, Noncon (non sexual) Touching, Alcohol Mentions, Kidnapping Mentions Pre Whump

Despite internally screaming to go home, Whumpee tried their best to laugh along with everyone else. Their friends were having a good time and wanted them to stay just a bit longer. 

They only agreed because they knew it was going to be a while before they showed their face at another party again. This was slowly starting to drain their social batteries more than it already had. It didn’t help that everyone was drinking and being obnoxiously louder than they usually are. 

Whumper in particular was starting to concern Whumpee. It almost seemed as if he was starting to become a completely different person. This was the first time that Whumpee ever witnessed him under the influence. They usually avoided gatherings or left early for this reason. They’d heard a few people say that Whumper has a different personality entirely while drunk. The rest of their friends were already reckless when they had something to drink. They definitely didn’t want to stick around to see what Whumper was like. 

But it would seem that they were too late this time. 

Whumper suddenly placed his hand on their shoulder and easily slid them closer until their shoulder pressed against his chest. 

“You know, it’d be a shame if you suddenly disappeared.” 

Whumpee went pale at that. 

It was just a joke right? He was just joking.

They forced out a laugh and attempted to scoot away. “Uh, yeah, I would think so–!” 

He kept his arm in place around their shoulders, preventing them from going far. Whumper grabbed their chin, making them look up at him. A smug expression on his features. “You’re pretty, you know.” 

“Thank… thank you.” Whumpee fought the urge to flinch. They were so close, they could practically taste the alcohol on Whumper’s breath. 

This wasn’t technically anything out of the ordinary. Whumper was just… a little too affectionate sometimes. 

Pushing their glasses up, they tried to wiggle their way off the sofa while glancing towards the back door of the house which was blocked by all of their other drunken friends. They were once again forced to look at Whumper. 

“And that little thing you do with your glasses. Plus that cute little nose of yours.” The grin widened as he tilted his head to gaze upon them. 

They coughed, brows raised as they continued searching for a way out. “You mean pushing them up…?” 

“Hey, don’t you want to just get away?” 

Whumpee paused, this time making eye contact with Whumper on their own. “What?” They breathed. 

“Think about it. You’re always so tired. You tire very easily. It would be nice to just get away and be on your own. Right?” 

“Well I–” 

“But a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone too long. Someone might try to come and get you.” He tapped their nose a little too hard. 

The shift in his tone made it more clear than ever that this was not “the alcohol talking.” 

“But don’t worry.” He continued with a wink. “I know a place where you’ll be safe.” 

TW: Past Captive Whumpee, Past Domestic Whump, Past Emotional Whump, Stockholm Syndrome

@juneofdoom

“I kind of miss Whumper.” 

Caretaker raised a brow at Whumpee from across the table. He put down his newspaper and folded his hands on the table. “You miss Whumper?” 

“Yes.” Whumpee nodded. “I miss him a lot. We had our routine. And I could have whatever I wanted.” 

“For a price though. Correct?” 

They leaned back slightly in their seat. “Well, it was just to do extra chores around the house. That was all. It wasn’t a big deal.” 

Caretaker stared for several moments, eyes narrowed. He sat up straighter and uncrossed his ankles, both feet now planted on the tiled floor. “So you’re telling me that you miss the person who manipulated and emotionally abused you. That’s what you’re saying?” 

“He didn’t abuse me. He never abused me.” 

“Manipulation and conditioning isn’t abuse?” 

“He didn’t do those things to me.” Whumpee frowned in confusion. “Why would anyone ever do such a thing to someone?” 

“So you don’t think he was doing that to you?” 

“No! Of course not. He would never do that. He loves me.” 

Caretaker removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. His brows were furrowed as he tightly shut his eyes. “You’re either in huge denial or… I honestly don’t know what to call it.” He placed the frames on the table and opened his eyes again. “You genuinely do not believe that you were being abused?” 

“Not at all!” 

“Okay.” He sighed. 

As Caretaker resumed his reading, Whumpee stared down at their hands. 

Whumper never did anything to cause them pain. He never actually manipulated them either… right? 

Whumper never put his hands on Whumpee. So of course they weren’t being abused. Why would he ever do that? Whumper loved them. He said he wouldn’t know what to do without them. He wouldn’t do something like that to Whumpee… 

Right? 

Whumpee hoped that he was okay without them. They hoped he wouldn’t forget about them. Or… replace them. 

That was a joke when he said that. He wouldn’t actually replace Whumpee. 

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, Captive Whumpee, Obsessive Whumper (kinda?), Domestic Whump, Codependent Whumpee, Emotional Whump

@juneofdoom

It had been a week since Whumper sent Whumpee away. He said it was for his own good no matter how badly Whumpee pleaded to stay. 

Whumpee apologized for whatever he could’ve done wrong. Whumpee promised to do more chores. Whumpee promised he would be better. He promised that he would never do anything wrong. He begged and pleaded that he would not be forced to be on his own. 

But that didn’t stop Whumper from sending him to his other property several miles away, isolated on the coast. Whumpee couldn’t run away to find Whumper if he tried. 

So he stayed there. Waiting. 

Hoping that Whumper would come back any second and say that it was just a test. Or that it was just a joke. Or that he just wanted to see Whumpee’s reaction– or something! Anything! 

Anything but keep him here stuck in silence and solitude! 

What had he done to deserve this? What had he done to be sent away? What alternative was there for him to make up for it? What could he say to make up for it? Why couldn’t he just stay with Whumper? 

He spiraled throughout the week. He cried out, he pleaded, he apologized. Surely Whumper had cameras everywhere to see him. Surely he had to hear his pleas and change his mind about all of this. 

Whumpee didn’t know what to do without Whumper. All of this felt wrong and terrifying. He just wished that Whumper would tell him what he did wrong. He wished Whumper would tell him how he could fix it. 

Then finally, there was a knock at the door in the middle of the night. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Whumpee’s eyes instantly watered at those words. 

“I should’ve never pushed you away.” Whumper said, standing on the porch with a somber expression. “I made a mistake.” 

“I’m sorry!” Whumpee cried, shaking his head. “I won’t do it again! I promise!” 

He still didn’t know what he was apologizing for. But that didn’t matter to him. There was finally a light at the end of this tunnel. His savior was finally coming to rescue him from this hellscape. 

The cold house suddenly turned warm when Whumper pulled him into his arms. Whumpee cried endlessly into his shirt and held on for dear life. 

“Please… I’m so sorry! Don’t leave me again!” 

TW: Kidnapping, Obsessive Whumper, Past Captivity, Implied Past Torture

@juneofdoom

Whumper sighed as he stared at the blank wall across from him. He’d been stuck in here for… a week? Two? He doesn’t know. 

All he knows is, Tuesday he was at home minding his business when Team knocked down his door and threw him to the ground. Leader held him down, demanding that he returned Whumpee to them safe and sound. 

For once, Whumper had no idea what he was talking about. As much as Whumper’s obsession with Whumpee persisted within the confines of his mind, he hadn’t acted on it since Whumpee was returned home. That was eight months ago. Whumper was actually trying to do better. He even picked up fishing as a hobby instead of searching for Whumpee throughout the night. 

But of course, Team wouldn’t believe that. They denied everything he said and blamed him for Whumpee’s sudden disappearance. And for a moment, Whumper briefly stopped caring about the fact that Team was actively destroying his house. 

Who would possibly take Whumpee if not him? Who else would even think about taking Whumpee if not him? Who had the audacity to do something like that without him? 

When they hauled him back to their base, Leader interrogated him about it. Again, Whumper denied he had anything to do with it. No matter how he denied or what proof he offered, no one believed him. 

Eventually, he decided to give up on pleading for his innocence. He didn’t have time to keep entertaining them. There was a bigger issue at hand right now. Who would possibly want to take Whumpee? And for what reason? 

Then it dawned on him. 

Whumper broke from his train of thought when Medic unlocked his cell cautiously. A plate of what he assumed was edible food was slid towards him before the cell was quickly locked again. Medic almost rushed off when Whumper called out to them. 

It was clear they wanted to ignore him. Despite being irritated, they faced him with a stern expression. “What do you need?” 

“I didn’t do this.” Whumper said, stepping up to the bars separating them. “I need you to know that.” 

“That’s what they all say.” Medic turned away. 

“I mean it!” 

They paused, unable to ignore the sincerity in Whumper’s voice. “Why does it matter that I know that? And not, I don’t know, the entire team?” 

He winced at the frown Medic sent over their shoulder. “Because I want… I want you to trust me. Just like you used to. I just want you to give me another chance.” 

Medic faced Whumper completely. Their frown was even deeper. “Just like I used to? You mean before I found out what a terrible person you are?” They spat. 

“It’s not like that anymore–” 

“Oh? It’s not? Is that because I know now? You just want my trust back so you can get away with hurting someone again?!” 

“Did I really get away with it?” Whumper raised a brow. “Isn’t this how all of you want it?” He gestured around the cell. 

“No.” Medic stepped closer, making sure he heard every word that came through gritted teeth. “I want you to suffer the same way you made Whumpee suffer.” 

“And you can have that. If you listen to me.” 

“And why the hell do you think I would do that?” 

“Because I know who kidnapped Whumpee. And if you hate me for what I did, you’re gonna want to kill them for what they’re going to do.” 

Medic raised their brows. “Oh so now you’re claiming to work for them?” 

“No, I don’t claim that. But I will claim that I just might know what it feels like to be in their hands.” 

Their expression fell. 

I would like a, uh, a well dressed man screaming and crying on the ground, begging for his life. Extra sobbing. Make sure he’s disheveled.

Also it’s my birthday— I mean my friend’s birthday here and I’m sure they’d like the birthday surprise for the month.

I just had an idea. Diabetic Whumper and Whumpee with arfid

Whumper doesn’t understand why Whumpee never touches the food he brings him. At first he thinks that maybe Whumpee is allergic to it and asks about his allergies. Whumper is confused when he says he doesn’t have any. Then he thinks Whumpee is just trying to starve himself. Eventually Whumpee tells him that he has arfid and none of the scraps Whumper has been bringing were his safe foods.

Later Whumper does some research on arfid and talks Whumpee about his safe foods. Whumper learns that one of them is one of the foods he’s been trying to incorporate into his own diet and they share a meal together.

TW: Past Captivity Mention, Angst

Whumpee fought the urge to frown at his lunch. 

Caretaker had been strangely secretive lately. 

For the last few weeks, they’d been leaving and staying out of the house longer than usual. When they returned they sometimes had food or gifts given to them by someone else. Whumpee once made the mistake of assuming they were for him. 

When Caretaker went out, it was usually to volunteer, tend to the community garden or go grocery shopping. Whumpee was dragged along when he was feeling well enough to walk around and wasn’t experiencing any flare ups or migraines. Caretaker hadn’t asked Whumpee to go with them anywhere in… forever. Sometimes Whumpee wasn’t even aware Caretaker would be going out until they swung by his room with a quick see you when I get back. 

They also spent a lot more time on their phone than usual. Caretaker wasn’t very tech savvy and occasionally needed help from Whumpee. They preferred socializing in person and playing card games. Lately, they barely spared him a glance. 

At first, Whumpee tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. Surely, Caretaker was just tired from work but still wanted to participate in their hobbies and make sure the two of them would have food on the table. 

That was until Whumpee started seeing the gifts and the little smiles Caretaker directed at their screen. He began to realize something was different. Then came the weekend mornings where he sat alone in the kitchen, waiting to have breakfast with Caretaker. Only to realize they were out and about, with him nowhere on their mind. 

Perhaps Whumpee just needed to let it go. Perhaps he was just being selfish. 

After all, Caretaker was allowed to have a life outside of him just as they’d been having before taking him under their wing. 

But a part of him still felt as if he was being ignored or even forgotten about. 

Perhaps what was really wrong was that he didn’t want to be left behind again. 

He was taken from his thoughts when he heard the front door open and shut. Caretaker was home. 

“I did not think I would be out that long.” They sighed, coming into the kitchen with two arms full of grocery bags. “Sorry if you were waiting for me. I had to run some errands.” 

He only frowned at his spoon. 

“This was quite the week, huh? Thankfully it’s over.” Caretaker sighed, leaning on the countertop as they gazed dreamily at the blue sky outside the window. “I can’t wait to see my husband.” 

The silverware dropped from Whumpee’s hand, landing on the table with a clank. “What?! You’re married and you didn’t tell me?!” 

Giggling, they turned around and faced him. “No, you silly goose! I’m not married. But I can’t wait to be! He promised me!” They smiled softly. 

“You’ve been dating someone this entire time and didn’t tell me?” Caretaker’s smile fell as they busied themself with putting away the groceries. Whumpee’s frown deepened as he stood from his chair, holding onto the table for support. “Why won’t you tell me things anymore?” 

“I tried to tell you.” They mumbled. “You wouldn’t listen to me.” 

“I always–” 

“You shut me down so I have no reason to tell you anything.” 

“When did I–” 

“And if you’re going to keep treating me this way, I’m going to have to kick you out.” 

Whumpee paused. Had he really been ignoring Caretaker this entire time? What else has he done to make them feel this way? 

“I’m giving you until tomorrow to make your decision. If you’re going to accept me as I am, then you can stay. But if you’re going to keep belittling my identity, you have no reason to stay here and it’s best if you start packing now.” 

“Caretaker, I didn’t–” 

“You don’t have to apologize now. Just make your decision and be on your way if that’s what you choose. If you’re not gone by tomorrow afternoon, just know I have a guest coming. And if you don’t want to be bothered by him, just stay in your room.” 

Whumpee tightly held onto the table as Caretaker walked out of the room. Was he slowly becoming like his captor? Dismissive, selfish and God knows what else he was doing without realizing it. 

He didn’t want to be like him. He didn’t want Caretaker to feel the same way that he did in captivity. Whumpee had to figure out a way to make it up to them somehow. He refused to go down the same path of the perpetrator that put him in the predicament he was in now. 

The next morning Whumpee gave Caretaker his undivided attention, much to their confusion. However, they eventually opened up, telling him about their plans for the day as they picked out their outfit and got ready. 

As the afternoon neared, Caretaker’s excitement became clearer. Though they suddenly turned serious. 

“I know you said… you didn’t believe in queerplatonic relationships… but, I need you to know that this is very important to me. I know it’s not something that everyone understands but if you’re… not willing to accept this then…” Whumpee almost asked them to continue when the doorbell rang. “Well, um, would you like to meet him?” 

Whumpee nodded and followed Caretaker to the door. When it opened, he froze in place. 

“Whumpee, this is Whumper. My partner.” They clasped hands with the familiar face, a gentle smile on theirs. 

TW: Dehumanization, Humiliation, Pet Whump, Leash, Muzzle, Public Whump

Whumpee lowered their head in shame as everyone looked down at them. Either in confusion, disgust, concern or amusement. Every breathing thing in this park stopped to stare at them at least once. 

They hated it. They’ve never experienced something so humiliating in their life. It was their fault. 

They should’ve never disobeyed Whumper. If they had just listened they wouldn’t be kneeling at her feet with a leash and muzzle on for everyone at the park to see. 

If only they had listened, the worse thing Whumper would’ve made them do was starve. Now they were starving and forced to walk on all fours where everyone could see. 

The embarrassment burned Whumpee alive more than the warm afternoon sun already was. At least they were allowed to stay clothed. Even if those clothes seemed to be picked out to give Whumpee near heat exhaustion. 

Too bad the clothes couldn’t cover Whumpee’s face. If they lowered their head too much, they’d be yanked by their leash to sit up straighter. They refused to do anything else to anger Whumper and get a worse punishment. Who knows how far she’d go next. 

Whumpee blinked away tears when a group of teenagers pointed and laughed from across the park. 

“Aren’t you enjoying the afternoon, Whumpee?” Whumper asked from where she sat on the bench behind them, previously occupied by a novel. A smile was on her face as she glanced down at the back of Whumpee’s head. 

They could feel her gaze but they weren’t allowed to turn around to show their acknowledgement. They went with a slow nod. 

Whumper hummed, patting their head. “Take it in while you can. You may not ever see it again after you’ve embarrassed me like that.” The gentle patting morphed into a tight grip as she forced their head backwards. Whumpee could now see her deep frown. “Or maybe I should keep you outside. Since you want to be such a dog, I’ll treat you like one.” 

Whumpee took in a deep breath when she finally let go to tap her chin thoughtfully. 

“On second thought. I should get a dog. Just to show you how much better it should be treated compared to a useless nothing like you.” 

They held back a yelp when her black heel dug into the back of their hand as she uncrossed her legs and stood from the bench. 

“I’ll think about it on the way home. Come on.” She yanked at their leash, starting the walk to the car. Whumper instantly stopped and glared at Whumpee’s attempt to stand. “Did I say you could walk like a human?” 

They shook their head wordlessly. 

“That’s what I thought.”