Eliza 💗

she/they , 20 , feminist

[absolmemes]

☾ tension action prompts.

hostility, provocation, you name it. featuring both actions and scenarios where tension can fester; add +reverse to reverse the roles.

✧ sender grips receiver's wrist long enough to make a point. ✧ sender laughs in receiver's face. ✧ sender grabs receiver by the collar. ✧ sender refuses to break eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender "accidentally" bumps into receiver and doesn't apologize. ✧ sender grips receiver's jaw. ✧ sender pulls receiver back by the waistband. ✧ sender shoves receiver into a surface. ✧ sender clenches their fists at receiver. ✧ sender tilts their head condescendingly at receiver. ✧ sender straightens to their full height in front of receiver. ✧ sender follows receiver outside after a blow-up. ✧ sender gets in receiver's face and won't back off. ✧ sender cracks their knuckles while holding eye contact with receiver. ✧ sender lowers their voice when receiver raises theirs. ✧ sender blatantly sizes receiver up. ✧ sender stares silently at receiver. ✧ sender presses on receiver's bruises. ✧ sender shoulder-checks receiver hard enough to knock them off balance. ✧ sender bumps receiver's cue while lining up a shot at a pool table. ✧ sender knocks receiver's phone out of their hand. ✧ sender kicks receiver under the table. ✧ sender wipes something off receiver's face. ✧ sender corners receiver and refuses to give them space. ✧ sender drags receiver into a bathroom to talk privately. ✧ sender pins receiver while roughhousing. ✧ sender deliberately spills their drink onto receiver. ✧ sender begrudgingly tends to receiver's injury. ✧ sender challenges receiver to a drinking game. ✧ sender steps closer every time receiver tries to disengage. ✧ sender is stuck sharing a bed with receiver when the motel overbooks. ✧ sender has to work overnight watch duty with receiver. ✧ sender challenges receiver's story and makes them prove it. ✧ sender competes with receiver at a shooting range. ✧ sender argues with receiver while trying to put up a tent. ✧ sender is trapped with receiver in a stopped elevator. ✧ sender challenges receiver to arm-wrestle. ✧ sender and receiver are snowed in overnight together. ✧ sender is stuck with receiver on a stalled ferris wheel. ✧ sender tries to one-up receiver at carnival games.

[kaisources]

. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... a roleplay sentence starter based on various crime films ; il consigliori. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, organized crimes. trigger warning: blood, murder.

You don't listen. Stay out of this place!

I am not afraid of no-one! Get that into your head!

We got a contract, you got nothing to say?

Get your hands off me!

You're alive! Bless your patron saint, if you got one.

We'd look real stupid if I had you up on anything so trivial, right?

What do you want from me?

You always said you had a lot of important friends, right?

No point in wasting words.

You took the contract, [name]. Now it's up to you to see it through.

You got no time to fool around.

I wanted [name] to die: clean, painless..I told you that, didn't I?

You should have used your brains, it would have worked out better.

We could have kept this inside the family.

How was I… how was anyone to know, what was gonna happen!?

Are you trying to scare me?

What can you tell me about [name]?

It's too bad you had to spoil my day.

I want a feast, fit for a king... One last formality.

You never can tell, it might come in handy some day.

I'm sorry to leaving you, [name].

You're young, you have to live.

If you need anything, my word still carries some weight.

I learned to read what's in a man's eyes. You're worried about something.

It's- it's something I have to do on my own.

Let me look at you. You look wonderful.

I remember you used to fool around so much.

Now you can start it all over from scratch.

It's just that.. I'm not interested in that sort of satisfaction anymore.

What do you mean? Where do you wanna go? What will you do?

I know you had a lotta time to think, but you've got everything anyone could ask for.

You're respected, you're rich and powerful. You know everything that's mine, is yours.

What do you mean, you want to try to lead another life?

I don't know, this life is not for me anymore.

No matter where you go, it's the same. It's a struggle for survival.

You leave now, the friends will look on you with suspicion, as though you had betrayed them. Nobody walks away from this!

There are many things you could not forget.

You know what you have to do.

Come on…Let's go inside.

I prefer not to talk about it anymore.

Times have changed, but I'll never forget that night.

You don't have any right to be here without a warrant.

As soon as you have a moment, I'd like to have your advice.

[He/She/They] always knows everything .

The way things are set up right now, it's getting a little difficult to maneuver.

You think [name] will be coming back? Sooner or later?

I don't know, [name], I don't know… I've had a strange feeling..

You noticed anything?

I wanted to wait till I was sure, before I said something to you about it.

I knew it was my own weakness, I knew it!

What am I gonna do, kill [him/her/them]?

Maybe somebody will take advantage of it and try to squeeze me out.

[Name]'s finished! and you're gonna finish [him/her/them]!

You would have killed anybody else. Why didn't you?

It's business, [name], just business…

Why do you care? What happens in [name place] doesn't matter anymore.

I'm glad to see you alive.

Thank you for the faith you've shown me.

[Name]'s running the war with the approval of the [name] family.

They know, once I'm eliminated, it'll be very easy.

They only have one problem…I'm still alive.

I've known some better days. But, I still have some powerful friends.

If I need you, I'll send someone to get you.

What are you saying, I owe everything to you…

You know you have family. You should be more careful.

Listen, you know where you can stick this. Or is there something else you wanna tell us?

One last piece of advice, stay out of [name place].

So, what is [name] saying? We still have a deal, right?

With them still alive, the game is way more dangerous.

I am the new head of the family! Everybody has to acknowledge that, understand!?

It took a gang war to remind you that I exist.

Old times are gone, everything's changed.

This business doesn't change, there's no recession in your industry, is there?

Another time, I got a lot of things on my mind.

If I were to die, you could have the whole thing for nothing.

You can't go in there without being announced.

You can go to hell!

I don't think [name] should be hunted down, like an animal.

I remember when you started out, you were scared to death.

Personally, I don't bear any grudge against [name]. It wasn't me who asked for this war.

A man who can do that, can do anything.

If you were the boss, then you'd have to do something, no matter what.

You can't expect any faith from nobody.

I thought, maybe, you forgot our emergency number.

I'm sorry about the mess I got you into.

I just feel better knowing that you're safe, that's all.

Now I'll tell you what I want you to do, I want you to get out of here as soon as you can.

I'll handle things here by myself.

Listen, they tried to kill you!

I just want to know where all this operating money is coming from!

I've already sent word out, that I want peace.

I got money, you understand? I got money over there, not here.

I don't like being hold up like this, I tell you that.

The meeting will be held, according to usual rules.

Well, I think it's a trap.

Tell them we accept. Meanwhile, we'll think about how we can stop the bastard from screwing us.

I'd like to make you a proposition, [name].

No one will search me. I'll take a gun with me to the meeting.

If things don't go well, you could be a dead man.

Why didn't you come to me before?

It would be my privilege to help you, you know that.

You thought you'd get me, huh?

Listen, do you know what kind of a trick that son of a bitch is up to?

Somebody get killed by mistake, and you've come to say you're sorry!?

I saw the whole thing. They even tried to kill me.

They can't take it anymore, it's a matter of hours.

This war is ruining everyone, and if you die, the war is over, don't forget.

From what you tell me, things are not going too well, huh?

You'll be safe in [name place].

I was hoping to hear you say that.

What difference does it make, to [name place] or anywhere else?

Why don't you forget about me?

You know, I grew up on these streets.

Here, you're with family. If you need anything, you only have to ask.

How much money do you think we can have, in a very short time?

What if they find the body?

I don't want you to turn this into your own personal vendetta.

I know that's the way you are. I know that!

If I'd been any stronger, I'd have kept you out of the family in the first place!

That's it.. it's finished. Everything is settled.

[whumblr]

Whump prompt #68

"You know, it's so good that we've spent all this time together," Whumper purred, straddling Whumpee's waist, hands around their throat, gradually leaning more weight on them, squeezing harder.

"We know all about each other," he said, looking deep into their widening eyes. "I know precisely what you can handle, see when you are about to pass out. You know when I will stop. You know I like seeing your squirm, feeling you squirm under my hands, seeing you come back from that brink, wheezing and gasping for the air that I allow you to have. You know I won't kill you by choking the life out of you."

A sly sideglance to Caretaker, who kept struggling harder against his bonds, muffled screams turning more and more desperate with every second as Whumpee went redder and more rigid. A smile and he looked back at Whumpee.

"But he doesn't."

[whump-supplies]

Medic whump my beloved <3

The world doesn't care that they're exhausted. It doesn't care that their head is pounding and chest aches, it doesn't care how badly they're shaking or how much their legs want to give out.

Their teammates are hurt and sick and dying and they are the only one who can save them, they have a role to fill and a job to do, because no one else can.

And whatever is going on with them? A bit of first aid and however many pain meds are needed to function will have to suffice because "resting" is not conducive to keeping their friends alive

Oh and if one of their teammates is in critical condition? They have to be prepared to stay awake for days on end monitoring (or operating) on them to keep them alive.

They dont get to stop and rest

(At least not until they cant go any further and their body gives out. Delaying much needed rest by slamming back caffeine & pain meds until the job gets done has its consequences after all~)

I love my exhausted medic characters so much <3

[whoompwhump]

TW: slight noncon mention(?) I love medic whumpees so much, it’s just so ironic that it’s the guy that always knew what to do, who always acted first, who always calmed others down during intense medical situations. Now the tables have turned. Now after captivity, medic whumpee can barely hold a cup of coffee without his hands shaking. He can barely look at people in the eyes without quickly looking away and muttering a quick “Sorry,”. He can barely even stand at the sight of a needle, every time he sees one he starts thrashing around, thinking that they’re going to put him in another sleep and do whatever the hell whumper did to him

[pocketss]

blockhead gets mogged

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee sits on whumper's couch, staring at the shadows on the wall as the sun rises. they take a deep breath, letting the foul air fill their lungs as whumper finally takes their last breath.

they look down at whumper on the floor and they see the puddle of blood on the floor, then the blood on their hands.

they dial 911 and as soon as the dispatcher answers, they whisper, "I did something bad. i'm sorry, i'm sorry. they're dead, whumper's dead."

[nogwagons]

whumpee who never told anyone about the whump and decided the best course of action would be to patch up the physical evidence to the best of their abilities and simply pretend like nothing had ever happened, getting back to regular life like normal.

sometimes they slip up and zone out or get quite turbulent mood swings at work/around their team and such and caretaker + everyone around them is honestly pretty annoyed by this behaviour, maybe people are even talking shit behind their back and calling them a bitch or entitled, and saying they should figure out their problems instead of randomly snapping at people. maybe whumpee even overhears this talk

and then caretaker, for one reason or another, has to stay over at whumpee’s for a couple of days - maybe their housing situation is messed up, maybe they’re also going through some sort of bad situation and don’t want to be alone, and whumpee takes them in.

except whenever caretaker wakes up in the middle of the night for water, whumpee is sitting there at the kitchen table, either working or, weirder, staring off into space with a distant look in their eyes. when caretaker questions them about it, whumpee simply says: “oh, don’t mind me, i just don’t sleep a lot these days. i’ve been having bad nightmares and it’s easier just not to sleep.”

there’s barely any groceries at home. caretaker doesn’t know when whumpee even eats. they flinch when caretaker slams the door too hard on accident. they shiver, wrecked with tremors at simple tasks like brushing their teeth. their room is a mess, but the rooms caretaker inhabits are squeaky clean. sometimes they’re looking in the mirror and it looks like they don’t even recognise their own reflection. when they’re around other people, caretaker knows whumpee can hear people whispering about them under their breath, but they just swallow hard and keep smiling.

when caretaker questions them about this, concerned and willing to help, whumpee’s face falls and they say: “i’m really sorry that i’m weirding you out and making you uncomfortable, i’m trying not to because i know i’m being annoying but i guess i don’t know how. do you want me to help you find a new place, or…?”

[how-the-powerful-fall]

I don't really write, but I do day dream like crazy so here's an idea that's in my head right now; a "reformed" (or at least captive) villain working for a hero agency arrives at the base, and heads to his working station. On the way there, he casually asks a passing hero if there is a med bay somewhere in this agency- nobody ever gave him a tour or cared enough to explain such to him. The hero completely ignores his question too. An hour later they find him passed out and covered in blood, since his quick at-home stitches broke.

[writersisland]

Boss x Employee

starting out with lingering glances and playful flirting

employee seeing boss in a vulnerable situation when they get stuck in an elevator, which boss is terrified of

boss sees employee running from the subway in a downpour and meets them halfway with an umbrella

“Have you been satisfied with my performance lately?” “Why wouldn't I be?” “It's just… I noticed you've been checking in with me more than usual.”

employee losing composure in meetings when meeting boss's eyes and needing to take a second to get back on track

boss making employee stay late upon realising they have a date with someone else that evening

tension bubbling over at a company event, ending with a late night “meeting” in boss's office

“Wait for me in my office.”

coworkers trying really hard not to side eye when boss “casually” drops off coffee at employee's desk

“Ssh… Someone could hear.” “I'll give 'em a christmas bonus to keep them quiet.”

employee's first name accidentally slipping out of boss's mouth

plot twist: boss enjoys when employee takes charge

“Shouldn't talk to your boss like that.” “You're not my boss right now, are you?”

quick, secret kisses behind doors or in empty meeting rooms

[promptcalender]

[Prompt Calender: October 16th, National Boss Day]

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

y'know that fun scene when whumpee is lying in a hospital bed and looks over to caretaker and tells caretaker that they look like shit for a laugh?

well in this version, caretaker actually does look like shit. genuinely really ill, possibly even worse than whumpee. the nurses that come and go by whumpee's bedside keep casting them concerned looks, but caretaker brushes them off every time.

"i'm fine, just a little tired."

then caretaker falls asleep again in the uncomfortable chair in whumpee's room. but this time they don't wake up.

whumpee has never pressed their emergency call button so quickly in their life.

[whumplicity]

June of Doom No. 17: "I'm worried about you."

Nightmares | Missing Time | Concussion

CW: aftermath of noncon, injury reveal, bruises, concussion, blood

@juneofdoom

*~*~*~*

Villain knew Hero was waiting up for them before they even opened the apartment door. Golden light spilled beneath it, and the television murmured softly on the other side.

They closed their eyes briefly before unlocking it and stepping inside. The warmth of the apartment hit first. Then Hero’s eyes.

They were curled into the couch in sleep clothes, one sock missing, book abandoned face-down beside them. Their expression sharpened immediately when they saw Villain.

There it is, Villain thought tiredly. The worrying.

They loved Hero for it. 

God, they loved them for it.

Which was precisely why they couldn’t bear this.

“You’re late,” Hero said softly.

Villain slipped off their gloves one finger at a time to hide the slight tremor in their hands. “Work.”

Their voice sounded normal. Calm. Dryly amused.

Good.

The hallway swayed slightly when they started walking.

Less good.

Villain compensated automatically, smoothing their gait before Hero could comment on it. Years of practice made the adjustment effortless despite the nausea clawing behind their eyes.

Shower. 

They just needed the shower. Wash off the blood, the hands, the smell.

Then they could come back out and smile properly and let Hero fuss over a fake headache or a pulled muscle and everything would be fine.

“You’re bleeding,” Hero said.

Villain touched absentmindedly at the side of their neck. Their fingertips came away red.

Annoying.

“Comes with the job.”

Hero didn’t laugh.

Villain could feel their gaze following every movement as they loosened their cuffs and headed for the hallway.

Don’t ask questions, Hero. Please.

“I’m going to shower,” Villain said lightly. “Then you can scold me for my work-life balance.”

Behind them, silence.

Then—

“Turn around.”

Villain stopped. 

Their eyes slid shut for half a second.

Damn it.

Hero almost never used that tone. 

It slipped under Villain’s ribs and curled around their spine until disobedience felt impossible.

Villain stood there for a moment arguing with themself.

They could ignore it. 

Technically.

They could laugh and keep walking and lock the bathroom door behind them.

Hero wouldn’t force them, would never force them. But then they would get that look in their eyes tomorrow morning. Hurt hidden behind understanding. Quiet acceptance masking their worry.

Villain hated that look. Hated being the cause of it even more. It was ridiculous, honestly. They faced armed mercenaries without blinking. Lied to governments. Walked into torture chambers with their pulse steady.

But Hero saying ‘turn around’ in that soft voice? 

Devastating.

Villain almost smiled despite themself. 

Idiot. 

Completely gone for them.

They hid the expression before turning around carefully.

Too late.

Hero’s mouth twitched.

“You’re amused?”

“No.”

Liar.

Hero stood and walked closer.

Villain kept their posture easy despite the pounding in their skull. Their suit was still immaculate. Hair still neat enough. They knew how to hold themself together.

Hero's gaze travelled over them once, calculating.

Too perceptive. 

Villain resisted the urge to fidget.

“You’re favouring your left side,” Hero said quietly.

“A bruise.”

“You took your gloves off before your coat.”

Villain blinked once.

“The blood on your collar bothered you more than the blood on your hands,” Hero continued softly. “Which means you knew it was there already.”

Clever thing.

Villain kept their expression smooth. “You always did overanalyse me.”

Hero ignored that entirely. Their gaze lifted to Villain’s face instead.

“And you have a concussion.”

Villain sighed softly through their nose. “Mild.”

“One pupil’s blown.”

“…Moderate concussion.”

Hero stepped closer. Villain held perfectly still.

“You should sit down,” Hero murmured.

“I’d rather shower first.”

“Why?”

Villain smiled faintly. “Because I’m covered in blood?”

“No.” Hero tilted their head slightly. “That’s not the reason.”

Dangerous.

Dangerous conversation.

Villain’s stomach tightened.

“You’re very determined tonight.”

“You’re very evasive tonight.”

Villain looked away briefly, gaze catching on the bathroom door. So close.

Hero followed the glance immediately.

Ah.

Villain suppressed a grimace.

Hero softened then, all sharp intelligence melting into something unbearably fond.

“Okay,” they said quietly. “One thing first.”

Villain eyed them warily. “Hm?”

“Just one hug.”

Absolutely not.

The answer flashed through Villain instantly. 

It was too risky. Far too close. 

Hero would feel the shaking. The bruises. The way Villain flinched at pressure in the wrong places.

Worse—Villain wanted it.

God, they wanted it.

They were exhausted down to the marrow. Their head rang. Their skin still crawled from unwanted hands and cruel laughter and being held down—

No.

No.

Shower first.

Control themself first.

Hero watched the war play across their face and softened further.

“I don’t care that you’re dirty,” they said gently. “Then you can shower and I’ll stop bothering you.”

Villain almost laughed at that. As if Hero had ever stopped bothering them. As if Villain had ever truly wanted them to.

Their chest ached suddenly with helpless affection.

Hopeless.

They were absolutely hopeless for this person.

“…One hug,” Villain muttered.

Hero smiled immediately.

It hit Villain right in the ribs.

Idiot, they thought again, exasperated and terribly fond.

Slowly, reluctantly, Villain spread their arms slightly in invitation.

Hero stepped into them at once.

One arm slid around Villain’s waist. The other curled around the back of their neck.

Villain stiffened immediately.

Wrong.

Hero didn’t usually hug like this.

Their pulse stumbled. “Sweetheart—”

Too late.

Hero’s fingers had already disappeared into their hair, searching and careful.

Then suddenly not careful at all as fingertips brushed the sticky blood matted at the back of Villain’s head.

Villain hissed sharply.

Hero went still for exactly one second.

Then their hand at Villain’s waist tightened.

Not affection anymore. 

…Assessment.

They tried to pull back immediately, but Hero's other hand slid lower first, fingertips grazing beneath the hem of their shirt.

Pain flared white-hot across Villain's hips. They jerked violently.

Hero froze.

Beneath the lifted fabric, dark purple fingerprints bloomed across Villain's skin, stark even in the dim hallway light.

Villain's stomach dropped clean through the floor.

No. 

No no no—

Hero stared.

Then their gaze snagged on another bruise, lower this time.

Teeth.

Villain felt Hero go utterly motionless against them. 

Too late. They knew.

Villain shoved them back hard enough that Hero stumbled.

“Don’t.” 

Their voice cracked violently. 

Hero stared.

Their hand lifted instinctively, then stopped halfway when Villain flinched.

Villain dragged their shirt back down with hands that refused to cooperate. One side caught on their belt. They yanked harder than necessary.

"Well," they muttered, forcing an exhausted smile. "That was invasive."

The silence stretched.

Hero didn't answer. The colour had drained from their face.

Villain's smile faltered. "...I'm fine."

Hero's eyes flicked to the blood still drying in Villain's hair.

"...Mostly," Villain conceded.

Hero swallowed once.

"Who?" they asked quietly.

Villain blinked. "What?"

"Who did this to you?"

Villain looked almost offended. "That's an incredibly broad question. You see, it could be the concussion. Could be the broken ribs. Could be—"

Villain caught themself too late.

"...Actually, no, let's not make a list. It'll ruin the night."

Another silence stretched between them.

When Villain spoke again, the humour was thinner now. Held together by habit.

"It wasn't..."

Their jaw locked.

The next word refused to come.

For a long moment they simply stood there, staring somewhere over Hero's shoulder, as though waiting might make the sentence finish itself.

"...Consensual."

They laughed quietly.

"I've discovered it's a remarkably unpleasant thing to say out loud."

Hero's gaze never left their face. 

Their hand curled slowly into a fist.

"I assure you," Villain murmured, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor between them, "it was not a lapse in judgement. I wasn't—" Their throat worked. "With them. By choice." Villain shut their eyes. "I fought." 

A breath. 

"I lost."

Their laugh broke halfway out.

"Embarrassing, really.”

They squeezed their eyes shut. 

“...I didn't choose it." 

Their hands started shaking. "I tried to—to make them stop.”

"Villain."

"I would never—"

Their voice disappeared. 

They tried again. 

"I would never do that to you."

A flicker crossed Hero’s face.

Rage. 

Cold, silent, catastrophic rage.

Their jaw tightened so hard a muscle jumped beneath the skin.

“...Didn’t catch it the first time, love. My mistake.” Hero took one slow step forward. “Who?”

Villain took a step backward.

Hero took one forward. 

Villain hated the tremor in their own hands. Hated the tears burning suddenly behind their eyes even more.

“It’s handled,” they said tightly.

Hero looked at them like they’d said something insane.

Villain’s head throbbed harder. The apartment tilted unpleasantly.

“I said it’s handled.”

Hero’s voice came very quiet. "You weren't hiding the blood."

"—That’s enough."

Villain turned away.

"..."

"Villain."

They stopped.

This time, they didn’t even try to turn around.

*~*~*~*

Villain whumpees that are trying very hard to remain stoic AND FAILING RAAAGGGHHH *chomps violently* 🤌🤌🤌 chef's kiss. making out with the chefs, even.

General taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed! <3): @stars-hide-our-fires @neon-kazoo @chaotic-orphan @galactic-worm @castell-da-near @daggers-and-dangers

[theguiltywriter]

I need more living weapons having crazy reflexes. catching shit, adjusting, deflecting, etc without flinching or even seeming to process what is going on. and like, in mundane ways specifically ! catching someone from falling or slipping, deflecting things, etc.

idk I've just been watching a lot of compilations of people having good or weird reflexes and I need to see / hear about this more with living weapons because they probably would have really excellent, if not superhuman, reflexes.

I think there's a lot you can do with it too. is the living weapon surprised ? are they embarrassed ? etc

[whumppromptoftheday]

leader cries out in pain and immediately shouts out to their team. "i'm fine!" they take a sharp breath and glare up at whumper

"why are you lying to them?" whumper whispers. they press the heel of their boot against leader's chest. "they've heard everything. it's no use."

sidekick, the stand-in leader of the team paces the cell and looks anxiously at the hallway where whumper dragged leader down. "if they're still talking, they're still alive."

[pannman]

You know the memory wipe trope but can we get a version of it where the two characters hated each other and forget that they hated each other and fall in love. "I don't know you and this gonna sound foward but you're very attractive" "omgsh thanks so are you!" Then their memories come back later their just like "uhhhhhhhhmmm...."

[whumpyourdamnpears]

you know how sometimes with the amnesia trope, the character (usually the antagonist) with amnesia ends up being kinder than they were before, and ends up going the main group of characters?

give me the opposite of that.

give me a previously likable character who ends up getting amnesia and gets mean because of it.

because, think about it. memory loss is scary, and disorienting. imagine losing a whole chunk of time and having nothing there to fill the gap, or even worse, losing what you could remember of your whole previous identity that the people around you are expecting you to be? you’d probably be scared and mean, too

[survivesurvivingwhump]

The whumper manipulates the whumpee into an encounter, not with threats but wheedling manipulation. They cling and cry about their loneliness, ugliness etc. while gradually getting touchier and pointedly ignoring the whumpee's barely concealed discomfort.

"i just need- i just need you. this is what i need, can't you just give me that? it doesn't have to be much, just-" whumper's hands are groping at whumpee's body, pressing closer and closer, their touches growing more and more invasive.

whumpee can't help it. they flinch and cringe and try to shrug whumper's hands off of them. they try to let whumper down easy. "i just don't really want- listen, this isn't something i want right now, okay?"

hurt shines in whumper's wide, upset eyes. "i thought you loved me. don't you love me?"

and there's no way for whumpee to answer that. their voice is caught, frozen silent, in their throat. they do love whumper. they just don't want whumper to touch them like this. their silence, though, is taken as permission. whumper gets bolder, their touches stronger, spilling their sadness and hurt to whumpee as they strip away both of their clothes. the rest is a blur. whumper on top of them. body moving against body. soft whimpers, i need you. i need you. no one loves me, not like you do. i need you.

afterwards, life goes on like nothing happened. whumper acts like nothing happened. nobody else has any idea what's gone on. and whumpee feels... they can't even describe how they feel. they're barely holding it together, and trying to pretend like it never happened is destroying them inside.

until, one night, whumpee is hanging out with some friends. it's the most relaxed they've been since it happened. they're having fun. and then a friend, asking them to do some favour that they're jokingly refusing. the comment is also a joke. it's so, so clearly a joke, a tease, a laughing, exaggerated whine.

"oh, come on, whumpee, i thought you loved me."

whumpee's whole body spasms in a sudden, sharp shock. they can't breathe. they can't move. they're staring, and they know they're already scaring their friends, who immediately know something is wrong. but they can't get themself together. it's all they can do to get into the other room before they're sick.