“shhh… i gotcha.”

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intro thing might update later lol

im a big hurt/comfort fan heavy on comfort… like HEAVY on comfort. so basically this is my self indulgent imagines sideblog lol

i might take reqs! i only really write caretaker x whumpee and avoid whumper because i really hate abusers and love the healing aspect more

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caretaker who beats the shit out of whumper and other abusive pieces of shit <3

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nonverbal whumpee x creative caretaker

caretaker was trying to find the best way for whumpee to communicate their needs when they stumbled upon communication cards. their face lit up with a smile.

and so they started with basic things but personalized them to fit whumpee.

things like “Hi” with a picture of a character whumpee used to really like

or “I’m hungry.” with a picture of whumpee’s favorite food

they showed the cards to whumpee like the most important business pitch of their life.

whumpee approved with a slight smile spreading across their scarred face

eventually, the card collection grew.

even including some inside jokes the two had made.

sometimes whumpee milked the jokes a little, desperate to be a part of something safe. but caretaker laughed everytime just to see whumpee put up the “happy” card.

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whumpee who feels safe in confined spaces x caretaker who is determined to give them the coziest space possible

caretaker building a small pillow fort for the hundredth time that week so whumpee can be in the living room with them

“yeah, no no it’s all yours!” in response to whumpee just sitting quietly in a box. as long as whumpee’s safe and happy, that box can stay!

and when whumpee wants company, well caretaker will find a way to squeeze into whumpee’s space. sure baby, we can sit in the closet if you want to.

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caretaker was laying in bed, her door slightly ajar.

ever since whumpee had come into her care she had made sure to tell him that her door would always be open. and she kept that promise despite the fact that whumpee never left his room, let alone stepped out from underneath the blanket he constantly hid under.

so tonight when she heard the floorboards outside her room creak and that soft sniffle in the doorway, she was startled.

but then she saw his face.

he stood timidly in the doorway peeking up at her through his hair, standing like he was only allowed to be something small.

“hi baby..” she whispered. “did— did you need something?”

whumpee was completely still for a moment. but slowly, a trembling finger pointed towards her.

“you need me?” she asked.

a tiny nod.

caretaker fought her excitement. she didn’t want to startle him. she was just so proud of him. for leaving his room, for communicating with her, for… for everything.

she lifted the corner of the bedsheet and before she knew it, whumpee was curled up against her, his small hand grabbing a fistful of her shirt.