Stoic Whumpees who donāt react to hardship or abuse but cry when shown kindness my beloved
Theyāve been conditioned to expect abuse or maltreatment or being ignored, and when someone finally shows them a sliver of kindness they canāt help but cry, and wonder what they owe to themā¦
love love love when already injured characters are caught by their teammates as they slump forward. When their words blur together into an incompressible mess. When they press a hand against their injury to no avail. The blood is seeping through, weaving down their wrist. "Let...go." Suddenly going pale, falling in and out of consciousness. "I'm-- I'm fine."
with the Pogues y'all! Read either here on tumblr after "continue reading" or on ao3 :>
Just a fluffy little ficlet :) It's actually part of an advent wreath series I wrote. The first 3 parts are whump/hurt comfort :)
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Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh, hey
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way ~
Kiara was helping Pope wrap presents for his family in the sappiest Christmas wrapping paper they could find. Various sheets were spread across the small couch table in the living room, displaying snowflakes, candles and rockinghorses on rose-colored backgrounds.
Next to the window, all four candles on the Poguesā Christmas wreath were lit, spreading their warm orange light across the room. A Christmas playlist was playing on full swing, including the most iconic songs of the season and creating a nose-wrinkling cotton-candy-ish atmosphere at the Chateau. In the meantime, JJ and John B were once again in the kitchen, this time decorating their home-made Christmas cookies.
āPut more chocolate coating on this oneā, JJ instructed, at the same time dipping his finger into the dark mass in a bowl on the counter and licking it off.
āYessirā, John B joked and put on an extra layer of coating on that particular cookie.
āAnd someone turn off this godawful musicā, JJ lamented loudly, to make sure Pope and Kie heard him over in the living room. The music was suddenly turned on full blast, and JJ made a face. He shot a glance at John B, hoping for support. But John B was idly decorating cookies, not a care in the world for JJās troubles.
JJ groaned dramatically, wiping chocolate-coated fingers on John Bās apron. "I swear, it's like they have no taste in music," he muttered, louder than necessary and hoping to be overheard.
John B grinned, shaking his head. "You're just mad because the Christmas playlist isn't blasting your favorites" He took a bite of one of their nearly-finished cookies. "Mmm, these are amazing though, man. Who knew we were cookie-making geniuses?"
āCall us theee ...Pogue Pastries Elite?ā
John B snorted. āOr the Cookie Chefsā Creme de la Cremeā
āI bet we could make a killing with theseā, JJ cocked an eyebrow like an entrepreneur about to sell his idea. He could sell right about anything with that smile, John B thought. Nonplussed, he tried to blink the thought away quickly. He came to himself two seconds later, looking a little embarrassed.
āHere, you havenāt even tried one yetā, John B held out one of the cookies in front of JJās mouth to distract him from reading his face. JJ opened his mouth obediently and the cookie was placed carefully on his tongue. āGood?ā, John B asked.
āYumā, JJ answered with his mouth still full, giving his friend a thumbs up.
āCome on over, you two, weāre already finished with the presents!ā, Kiara yelled from the living room. Indeed, there was a large batch of presents stacked on top of each other at one side of the room. āWe have the ones for all of us, too! Letās do Secret Santa with those afterā
JJ sighed, shaking his head as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Alright, alright, we're coming," he said, tossing another cookie into his mouth before heading into the living room.
As they walked in, Kiara raised an eyebrow. "Took you long enough. You two better not have eaten all the cookies already."
Pope, sitting on the couch and flipping through his phone, looked up and grinned. "You guys better save some for the party tonight. Or Iāll have to eat them all myself right about now."
JJ shot Pope a playful glare. "No promises, man. These cookies areĀ tooĀ good."
John B dropped onto the couch beside Pope, tossing a few cookies onto the coffee table. "So, whatās next? Christmas movie marathon?"
"Definitely," Kiara said, already snuggling into the cushions. "And this time, weāre starting with the classics. No arguing."
JJ flopped down next to her. "Fine, fine. But only if we can throw in a few action movies for good measure. Something with spies maybe?"
John B leaned back, putting his arm around JJās shoulders. "Deal. But only after one more batch of cookies."
As they settled in together, the warmth of the room and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. The whole place was decorated in tinsel and ribbons. The sound of laughter, playful banter, and the Christmas playlistānow at a more acceptable volumeācreated a homey atmosphere.
As the final credits of the first movie rolled and the room grew quiet for a second, Kiara smiled, resting her head against Popeās shoulder. "Same time, same place, next year?" she asked.
"Always," John B said, nodding before he pulled JJ closer and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. āYouāre doing greatā, he whispered in JJās ear.
āIāll be thereā, JJ agreed to Kiaraās question, blushing deeply and sealing the promise of many more holidays together.
Stoic whumpee breathing harshly in pain, clutching Caretakerās hand. Hard. So hard that Caretaker has to carefully wrestle Whumpeeās fingers open to reposition their hand so it doesnāt get broken, all the while whispering encouragement under Whumpeeās groans and cries.
Caretaker finds recovering whumpee curled in a little ball, clearly upset and not taking care of themselves. With a small sigh, caretaker gently scoops whumpee up into their arms, and carries them to bed, laying down with them and holding them until they feel well enough to communicate their feelings and needs.
caretaker being happy to see whumpee is finally able to get some real sleep. maybe whumpee still sleeps in a fetal position, maybe they still need caretaker to stay with them, maybe they still have nightmares. but whumpee's face isn't scrunched up in pain. they're not crying. their wounds have been tended to. slowly, theyre healing.
living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfortā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve itā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touchā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
a character being scolded by the leader for slacking off sleeping in, but they just... don't react. not at all. they don't argue, don't apologize, nothing. they just keep lying there asleep. maybe they make a little whimper or even muster up a very weak, exhausted "leave me alone." the leader is thrown off enough that they shelf the anger for a minute to say "[character name]? are you okay?" or "hey, did you hear me?" which also earns them little to no response, and that's when they start to get worried and find out that they're bleeding out or running a raging fever.
cue feeling guilty for yelling at a person who's so ill or injured that they can't even sit up and make eye contact, PLUS the guilt of not noticing sooner.
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.Ā
put on clean, comfortable clothes.Ā
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesnāt have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.Ā
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something thatās got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. donāt just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if itās ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and youāll feel like you accomplished something.Ā
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you donāt think youāre good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someoneās voice. if you canāt, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you donāt say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
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