#whump angst

Whumpee struggled through the forest late at night. They were stranded, freezing, exhausted, alone.

They walked until they didn’t have any energy. They staggered until they spent energy they didn’t even have. Their mind began to wander, unaware of their surroundings, bumping into trees, clipping heels on roots. 

So long as their feet were still moving, it was going to be alright.

Right?

The ground turned smooth and the trees thinned out. It was strange, hearing a screeching sound grating their ears, followed by a deafening horn blasting through the air. A bright light shone in their face as they covered their eyes with their elbow. They glanced up, seeing two large beaming lights hovering just inches away.

“Are you insane!? You can’t just walk out onto the middle of the road! I could have killed you!-”  An angry voice shouted at them.

Whumpee blinked, trying to understand what just happened.

“Hey… Look, I-I didn’t mean to yell. Are you alright? … You look pretty roughed up. Can I call s-”

Yet before whumpee could piece together what they were saying, they felt their whole body collapse and slam against the cold wet pavement in front of the stranger.

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CW: Held hostage, soft obsessed whumper, some comfort and caretaking after collapse 

“… Whumpee?

“… I need you awake.”

A faint voice came from directly above them. Their stomach and chest was tight from adrenaline; but they couldn’t remember why they were afraid. 

“…Don’t pass out on me again. Come on, up you go.” They heard a grunt, followed by a strong arm leaning them up. Before they could open their eyes, a firm cold glass was pressed to their lips. It tilted, forcing them to swallow a few sips before whumpee snapped their head to the side. 

“Stop!” Whumpee barked, wiping spilt water off their cheek. Shivers shot down their spine when they heard whumper take a deep sigh of relief. A single finger followed along their jawline, before a sleeve dabbed against their neck soaking up the last bit of water. 

“I’m sorry… You fell unconscious shortly after your fit in the garden. You were a little dehydrated.” Whumper gave a concerned smile. They tried to press the glass back to their lips, but whumpee whimpered and jolted away so hard their head hit the back of the couch. 

“Oh, hush, sh shh… You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”  Whumper soothed. To whumpee’s dismay, they weren’t angry with them; they only sighed and retreated the glass back to their lap.

Whumpee blinked and nervously glanced around, they had been brought inside and laid on the couch; several pillows stacked under their head with a thin blanket draped over their chest. It was… soft. The whole living room was soft and decorated with light colors and greenery. 

In fact, it looked rather lavishing. 

“T-take me back… Please, please take me b-back!” Whumpee bursting into tears, clutching the blanket to their chest and fell into hyperventilating breaths. Whumper parted their lips to speak, but whumpee was already inconsolable. 

“Wh- whatever you want, just take it! But ple-ase let me g-go! I don’t w-want to be here, I want to go h-home!-” 

“Ssshh.”

Their words dissipated the second whumper touched their fingertips to their lip. They hissed another hush, before taking their wrist and pulling them off the couch to their feet. 

“I want to show you something.” Whumper smiled, ignoring their pulling resistance as they took their arm. Whumpee was too frightened to speak, too scared to rip themselves away as whumper tugged them up the staircase.

Whumper must have taken their shoes off when they laid them on the couch. Their bare feet sank into the thick white carpet with each hesitant step. At the top of the landing, whumper pushed open a door and excitingly urging whumpee inside, bouncing on their heels impatiently.

Whumpee stood skittishly frozen, hesitantly glancing between their captor and the open door. The only reason they entered was their sheer will to stay as far away from whumper’s hands as they were vigorously shooed in from behind.  

It was an open sunny bedroom lined with large windows. Hanging plants draped from the ceiling, a bed in the center with more pillows than they could count. It was light, blissful,beautiful. 

“W- what is all this?” Whumpee stammered, the pit in their stomach growing the more they realized just how much whumper planned this. 

More specifically, how long they had hunted them.

They flinched when whumper suddenly wrapped their arms around them from behind. They heard a chuckle, followed by a whisper in their ear.

“It’s home, little flower.”  

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Whumper walks in on whumpee almost breaking free from their binds. Maybe they’ve partially chewed through the ropes, or popped a hand free from a strap, or found a piece of metal/syringe and was in the process of picking the lock to the handcuffs.

Whumper just laughs at them, before grabbing their wrists to re-tie or take away whatever they got their hands on. 

-But when they redo the binds, it’s tighter.

Much tighter. 

The unsettling closeness between a stranger caretaker, and a severely wounded whumpee:

• The stranger picks them up and carries them when they can’t walk. Whumpee hasn’t felt a shred of kindness in so long they blindly cling to it, tucking their face under their chin to hide. 
• Unspoken trust as caretaker patches them up; but even though it hurts, whumpee stays silent and still. 
• Seemingly alien conversations when caretaker asks if they’re okay with being carried or touched. They tell them beforehand everything they do before they do it, not surprising or starting them with any pain. 
• Taking a damp cloth to whumpee’s face, lathering off sweat, blood, dirt, or all three. Whumpee’s too flustered to say anything, they just lower their head shy of speaking. 
• The night falls cold and whumpee starts shivering. They hold their breath and curl up against the back of the stranger, hoping they aren’t angry when they wake up… 

Whumpee’s being hunted by a band of whumpers, but they don’t know who any of them are, or what they even look like. They’re paranoid to death and don’t trust a single soul. – Whumpee eventually gets caught in a chase, but a car screeches up and tells them to get in. Whumpees in such a fray they don’t hesitate and climb in the back seat. 

“Th-thank you.” Whumpee huffs out of breath, slumping their head back in exhaustion.

“Take a breath, It’s okay.” They coax, looking at them through the mirror.   “And you’re quite welcome, sweetheart.” Whumper smiles, their grin turning rather gleeful.  … a little toogleeful. 

“You are quite welcome.”

(oh nooo, there goes allll their trust for when an actual caretaker comes)