Hi! Fellow whump lover here! Do you perhaps have any touch starved or sick Whumpee prompts? (Or both, you can choose :3) thanks in advance and I love ur blog >w< <3
Okay so I had honestly forgotten to edit my ask box text so that it says that I am currently taking asks and requests, so even though I did have "requests closed" I'm so glad you sent this in because I totally forgot to change that đ also thank you, thatâs very sweet of you!!
Also yes! I certainly do have so many prompts/drabbles for both as someone who adores those tropes (sick whump first, touch starved whump after. I did kinda write them in different formats oops but hope you enjoy it anyway!)
(Ps. Sorry it took actual months for me to answer this haha I have no schedule when it comes to this blog and life's been hard lately)
Sick whump:
Whumpee who has, after their rescue, managed to catch a coldâto no oneâs surprise but to everyoneâs dismay, regardless.
Whumpee who, at first, weakly shifted themselves onto the couch or the bedâwhichever was closest or seemed the least harrowingâand buried themselves in the pillows and blankets Caretaker had hopefully left out for them.
Whumpee who shivers under even the warmth of the blankets and just sniffles weakly, curling up and trying to make their body sink further into the soft mattress and fluffed up cushions.
Caretaker who finds Whumpee in this state after coming home from running necessary errands, making an appointment for Whumpee.
Caretaker who immediately rushes to Whumpees side, fearing the worst, only to somewhat luckily find that Whumpee has merely caught a cold.
Caretaker who brings sick Whumpee whatever their heart desires, whether it be soup or tea or hot chocolate or more blankets.
Whumpee who quickly worsens, their words slurring together and body weakly reaching to push the blankets away, still cold yet hot, but feeling as if they might throw up if the blankets keep touching their neck.
Whumpee who starts shifting into a nearly dangerously delirious state, their body now practically numb as they start mumbling some, at first glance, nonsense, only for Caretaker realise that in Whumpees mind, they were back wherever Whumper held and tortured them, mumbling incoherent apologies and cries.
Caretaker who panics, pulling Whumpee closer to themselves, careful to not make them uncomfortable or, god forbid, hurt them. Letting Whumpee rest on them, Caretaker softly tells for them not to worry about such things, as they're safe now, making a note to self to bring what they'd said up with them someday when theyâre feeling better and arenât in a vulnerable, defenseless state.
Caretaker who is quick and precise in measuring the exact correct doses for Whumpee, wincing as Whumpee struggles to take them.
Caretaker who stays with Whumpee the whole time, aiding them however they need or desire and not spending a moment away from beside their bed for however long they are sick.
Whumpee who, when feeling better, may or may not remember their previous, delirious and rambly rant about things they would've much rather, and had definitely tried to, forget about.
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Touch starved whump:
Whumpee who finds themself craving touch.
Not the way Whumper did, hurting them in the cruelest ways. Not the way when, if ever, their touch was gentle or even kind, since Whumpee knew it was only to sooth Whumpee momentarily and to make whats to come hurt far worse.
Not the way everybody else had, which was close to not at all. Or from what Whumpee remembered, anyway, it having have been such a long time since they had recieved loving or truly well intentioned touch.
And their body aches.
Aches for comfort, for love, for peace, and for safety. For the most basic need, too, of courseâtouch.
But when Caretaker initiated touch of any kind, Whumpee could only try to control the way they flinched back, eyes widening and body tensing up.
God, they'd do anything to just allow themselves to be touched, but it's so hard to do when their nervous system immediately panicks at what it percieves as a threat.
But Caretaker isn't neglectful or uneducatedâfar from such, actually.
Attentively, they watch as Whumpee first flinches, then apologises, and tries to quickly calm themselves down as to not offend Caretaker.
So they begin slowly, only sporadically grazing Whumpee's arm or lightly patting their back, reassuring Whumpee of their safety whenever they tense up or dare to try and apologise for something Caretaker knows they can't control and would never even dream of taking personally.
And just as slowly, Whumpee begins to ease up.
It's a long process, but Caretaker notices how Whumpee, ever so lightly, leans into their touch and even lets Caretaker hold them and brush their hair, body relaxing against the long-awaited touch and affection, even as they fight against the unwanted instinct of pushing them away and retreating back into themselves.
Some nights, Whumpee even finds themselves cuddling up to Caretaker and letting themselves be soothed by their kind whispers.
