- Person A walking home in the cold and being greeted at the door by Person B with a mug of cocoa
- Getting lost in the snow and having to wait for rescue
- Blanket fort
- “Don’t worry. It’s just a cold. I’m fine.” Person B going overboard caring for them anyway, and Person A not hating the extra attention as much as they claim.
- Waking up in the morning with a groan and a “Ugh. Person B, I’m not feeling too great.”
- Warming frozen toes in front of a crackling fire while huddled in an old quilt
- The much bigger Person A wrapping part of their coat around Person B to keep the wind from chilling them
- Warming a blanket in the dryer before wrapping Person A in it
- Hot tea with honey for a sore throat
- Snowbound in a cabin
- Person B buying a ton of Christmas lights because they don’t aggravate Person A’s migraines the way regular lights do
- Exhausted from holiday stress (bonus if someone notices and makes them take a few days off work to rest)
- Warm blanket and an old book since it’s too cold to go outside
When the whumpee gets out of the hospital after being rescued, and the caretaker takes them to stay over for a few days as they continue to recover. The caretaker getting the whumpee inside and onto the couch, then covering them in blankets and trying to make them comfortable. The caretaker’s dog coming over and curling up against the whumpee’s side, and the whumpee nearly crying as they reach down to pet them. The two of them falling asleep together, and the whumpee sleeping better than they have since they were rescued, finally feeling safe.
When the whumpee is stuck in bed recovering after getting badly hurt, and they’re still weak and spend most of their time sleeping. Them complaining about how tangled and messy their hair is during one of the times they’re awake, and the caretaker sitting on the bed beside them and gently brushing it for them. The caretaker doing what they can to make sure it won’t tangle, and the whumpee dozing off as they work, soothed to sleep by the caretaker’s gentle touch. The whumpee sleeping more peacefully than they have in a long time, and the caretaker deciding to try brushing the whumpee’s hair more often, because the whumpee could definitely use the rest.
When the whumpee is exhausted and has hurt their ankle, but they’re still trying to get out of bed. Their teammates standing and having a conversation, having no idea how to keep them there short of sitting on them, but the youngest one just leaving the room. The rest of the team following the youngest curiously, and seeing them just crawling into bed with the whumpee. The youngest then curling up against the whumpee’s side, hugging them, and then going to sleep. The whumpee being torn between being annoyed at the youngest for making it so they can’t get up without waking them, and enjoying the cuddles. The rest of their teammates watching from the doorway, and the whumpee glaring at them, then reaching down to stroke the youngest’s hair, then letting themself fall asleep too.
When the whumpee joins the rest of their team for an outing, but when they show up a few minutes late looking like they’re about to pass out, their teammates calling the days activities off so they can take the whumpee home. The whumpee protesting that they’ll be fine, and that their teammates shouldn’t inconvenience themselves, and their teammates kindly telling them to shut up and cooperate. The whumpee still feeling a bit bad about their teammates canceling everything, but letting them take them home and fuss over them anyway. Later that day, the whumpee and their team sitting together in the whumpee’s home, the whumpee under a pile of blankets on the couch, and them all watching a movie as the whumpee dozes off to the feeling of a teammate playing with their hair, feeling safe and cared for.
A/n: Sorry for not posting anything I’m 5Ever Motivation and Ideas recently decided to just *Pouf* — But one decided to drop in suddenly and I actually felt a shred of motivation tonight. Not my best but I’m happy with it.
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A soft musky scent faintly filled the room while Caretaker sat downstairs on their computer, catching up on some light paperwork they had put off until the scent softly hit their senses.
Their brows arched curiously.
A familiar scent, though it wasn’t one they were too fond of, lingered in the air around them, and as they turned, they could see a soft haze of smoke swirling through the rays of light peeking through the curtains.
Caretaker sighed while shaking their head slowly while getting up from their seat, walking towards the stairs while following the aroma to Whumpee’s room, where the smell had become more pronounced.
They reached out to the door, knocking softly while resting their other hand on the knob, “Whumpee.. Can I come in?”
“Yeah… I guess.” They heard Whumpee blandly respond from the other side of the door as Caretaker turned the knob, letting out a soft sigh.
“So this is all you’re going to do with your life now? Smoke weed and isolate yourself from everyone?” They asked carefully, in a more concerned way than questioning.
“Guess so…” Whumpee said while staring up at the ceiling with a deadpan expression as they raised their hand to their lips, softly inhaling off a lit joint, feeling the smoke softly burn their throat and lungs, causing them to cough quietly.
“Whumpee, come on. This isn’t going to help you with anything.” Caretaker frowned softly while leaning against the doorframe, crossing their arms slightly in front of themselves.
“Alright, if you say so, caretaker."
Whumpee rolled their eyes, faintly feeling a sudden flare of annoyance, while sitting up, reaching their hand over towards an ashtray, putting out the joint while running their free hand through their hair.
"Seriously?” Caretaker clicked their tongue softly while sighing, letting a clear disappointment underline their tone.
“Look, you wouldn’t get it, okay? Just… leave me alone. I’m not hurting anyone or whatever. I just want to be by myself. Why is that so hard for people to understand!”
Whumpee glared towards Caretaker feeling more heated as their voice rosed towards them in an angry, cracked way.
Caretaker gazed at Whumpee with a light shock. They had never genuinely raised their voice in anger at them before like this.
“Yeah, I’ve been smoking a lot more recently, and perhaps it’s because when I do, I feel something other than nothing—or just hating myself—and I just want to be alone.”
Whumpee lowered their tone after a moment while laying back down, turning so their back faced Caretaker.
The air between them grew thicker as a tense silence overcame the room.
Caretaker softened their expression after a few minutes, hearing the subtle soft whimpers of Whumpee from their bed.
“Do you really want to be alone, Whumpee..?” Caretaker asked quietly.
Whumpee stayed quiet while biting the inside of their lip softly, though tightly clutching the blankets around them, shaking their head slowly, letting out a soft, “No…"
"Do you want me to sit with you for a bit?"
”…yes please..“
A few cold tears escaped their eyes, staining their cheeks and leaving a damp trail behind them.
Caretaker hesitated for a moment before moving from the doorframe and walking towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it while looking towards Whumpee in a more sympathetic way.
"Whumpee, I’m.. sorry. If I upset you or anything, I’m just worried about you."
"I know.. you didn’t. I just.. want to feel normal again. It’s been four years almost and I still–"
Whumpee cut themselves off while moving the blankets over their head, feeling a tight knot in their stomach and throat, thinking of Whumper, and how the thoughts of them still tainted their memory.
"Look I’ll never.. I’ll never understand, or even attempt to understand, 100% of what you went through, but I’m not giving up on you Whumpee, and I’m not going to let ‘Them’ get close to you.”
Caretaker paused for a moment while watching Whumpee curiously for a moment.
“Is it okay if I touch you, Whumpee?"
They stayed quiet for a moment before nodding faintly, only to quietly reaffirm themselves with a soft, "Yes…"
Caretaker smiled lightly, though it was in a more tender, softer way as they reached out, putting their palm flat against Whumpee’s back while slowly moving their hand up and down in a more soothing motion.
They felt Whumpee tense lightly initially, though they understood this was only an automatic response. After a few minutes, Caretaker could feel Whumpee relaxing a little more, slowly easing against their hand in a sense while moving the blankets from their head after a few minutes.
Whumpee took a few slower, deep breaths while turning over towards Caretaker.
Feeling more relaxed and less anxious from their gentle care, it made Whumpee feel faintly guilty now for snapping at them so irrationally.
"I’m Sorry.."
"You don’t have to apologize, Whumpee—”
“No, I do.. I just overreacted as usual.. I know you’re worried and just.. want to make sure I’m doing okay, and sometimes it’s hard to know that someone actually cares.."
"It’s all right, Whumpee; I forgive you for what it’s worth, but I don’t think this is necessary.”
There was a light pause of silence between them as Whumpee turned more towards Caretaker, sitting up while reaching their arms out around their shoulders, resting their head down a bit.
Caretaker looked down a bit more surprised while feeling unsure of what to do for a moment, before slowly moving their arms around Whumpee’s back, lightly holding them.
“Can you.. just hold me like this for a few minutes, please..?"
"Mhm, I think I can do that for you, Whumpee.” Caretaker smiled faintly while tightening their grip a little bit, so they had a more firm, yet soft hold on Whumpee while leaning back against the headboard.
Caretaker noticed Whumpee had fallen asleep after a few minutes; their heads rested against their shoulders, their arms now loosely draped around Caretaker.
Caretaker smiled softly while raising their hand, brushing a few strands of hair from Whumpee’s face while shifting them a bit into a more comfortable position, keeping their arms securely around Whumpee while closing their own eyes after a moment, before falling asleep themselves a few minutes later.
someone sitting in front of a crackling fire, hair damp from the rain, a thick blanket draped around their shoulders. a hot water bottle’s clutched to their chest, and their feet are soaking in a steaming tub of water. still they shiver, unable to shake the chill they’ve caught. in the next room, someone’s running them a hot bath and preparing a soft bed with clean, dry sheets and warm quilts. closing their exhausted eyes, they slump forward and hug themselves and the water bottle tighter, focusing on the occasional pop of the dry firewood and counting down the minutes until they can finally rest for real.
The one where you balance a bucket of water over a door, so when Nicolas opened it, he’d get soaked with water, and it probably would’ve gone over a bit better.
Had Nicolas not been holding his laptop upon entering his office, and Kasey didn’t have enough time to stop him before the water completely ruined it, and all his unsaved documents
“So how funny do you find this all now, mutt?”
Nicolas hissed in anger while throwing another pail of cold water towards Kasey roughly.
She let out a sharp gasp while turning her head away while moving her arms up, tucking towards her knees while flinching as the water hit her.
It quickly re-soaked her already damp clothing, sending a sharp chill through her as she clenched her jaw tightly while shaking her head in a delayed response.
“N-no,Sir.."
Her teeth chattered softly as she lowered her arms, though they remained bound together by hand-cuffs Nicolas had placed on her, chaining her to the floor in a kneeling position, with barely enough slack to be able to sit back without feeling a strain in her arms.
"Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that."
Kasey stayed silent while shifting her gaze to the floor, feeling her body shivering more in an attempt to warm her frigid body.
Nicolas tossed the bucket aside with a hard thump as the hard plastic hit the concrete flooring.
"Isaid."
His voice grew louder, though at the same time lower in a more threatening tone, making her flinch.
Her eyes darted up while watching him step forward, kneeling down to her level, reaching out while grabbing her chin in his hand tightly.
"I did not quite catch that, Mutt, so speak up."
"I s-said No sir, It’s not funny."
"Oh, is that so.. and why the hell did you think it was going to be funny in the first place, hm?"
"I don’t know.."
"Do you ever think before you act, Mutt?"
She stared at him before biting her lip tightly while gazing to the side, suddenly feeling him jolt her head lightly as she quickly looked back.
”Answer me.“
She slowly shook her head in his hand after a moment, feeling his grip tighten, making her wince softly.
"Yes, I obviously do—how the fuck was I supposed to know you’d have your laptop with you, and who doesn’t save their progress?”
Nicolas stared at her for a moment, faintly stunned at her sudden fire.
“Are you serious? That’s your best defence. ”
“..That and I thought it would be funny..”
Nicolas sighed, dropping her chin as he stood up, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I cannot believe you. Truly, I can’t."
"You also couldn’t think of any better prank besides that..”
He glances down at her as he stands up, more unsure of how exactly to proceed.
Kasey shook her head while shifting her arms uncomfortably, looking up at him lightly with a softer look.
“Can you unchain me now?"
He looked down at her for a moment with a deadpan look, sighing in an almost defeated way while shaking his head and turning away from her.
"Hey, look! I learned my lesson, alright? You don’t have to leave me here–”
“No I don’t have to, Mutt. But I want to, at least for a few hours so I can work. In peace.” He spoke dryly, though somehow she could hear an almost faint humour in it.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead.”
He walked over towards the door while opening it and hearing a light clink from Kasey pulling on the cuffs.
“Sir!?”
She sounded more appalled than angry, as if she was shocked that her actions wouldn’t go unpunished or that he would simply let her go.
“Oh get over it. You won’t freeze to death.”
Nicolas rolled his eyes while walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“It was a joke, you ass!”
“Sorry Mutt? I can’t seem to hear you..” He smiled faintly while lingering by the door for a moment.
“You responded, I know you can! You are not as funny as you think you are, Nick!”
“Hm, I beg to differ.”
He chuckled softly while moving away from the door after a moment, shaking his head at her childish reactions, though at the same time he couldn’t help but admire it.
