I really like it when whumpee just accepts their fate and hopes it'll be over quick. or tries to find some comfort in the situation. if it's inescapable, it's best to accept, right? they do everything whumper asks and whumper either mocks them for it or gets annoyed since they enjoyed their struggle
though personally I enjoy it more when it's around a caretaker. whumpee no longer fights or protests against care, either out of some form of trust or delirium, and draws different reactions from caretaker - surprised that they're complying? somewhat amused? relieved that it'll be done easier but concerned? yes please!! if it's delirium I think it's yummy when they're briefly panicking afterwards (they just let their guard down!!) but becomes calmer over time after seeing how caretaker handled them. bonus points if they're a bit embarrassed about it
Then here's a drsbble for you ♡
It burned to move. The more whumpee tried to fight the more it hurt.
Someone grabbed their shoulders and shoved them on the ground. Whumpee tried to knee off whoever was on them, but that hurt more than the person holding them.
"Get off me, it hurts!" Whumpee hissed behind gritted teeth.
"I know." A firm voice responded. "Please stop moving, I'm trying to help you!"
Whumpee looked up, but their vision was blurred by the tears welling in their eyes. They let out an angry grunt before finally resting their head in defeat. They stopped fighting and allowed the stranger to tightly wind bandages around their numerous gashes. The sensation made them feel as though they were being restrained.
Whumpee had only planned to conceive for a moment to regain their strength, but they ended up passing out on the floor.
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When they woke up, they expected to be chained up in a cell.
Instead, they were in a dimmed room laying on a bed. It was quiet, they were alone, and unchained. Panic built in their chest when they realized they were so weak they fell unconscious in the worst time possible.
Despite their body having shut down, they still felt like an idiot.
The room had little except a chair by the bed and an umbrella against the wall. Whumpee grabbed the umbrella and slowly opened the door from where rattling could be heard.
A figure hummed standing by the stove, they turned around when the door creaked and watched whumpee for a moment.
"Who are you?" Whumpee's voice cracked, causing pain with every word. They coughed and tried to clear their throat. "Where am I?"
"Good morning to you too," the stranger replied. "Put my umbrella down, please. You're not hurting anyone with that. As for where you are, you're in my home." The person shrugged.
"You brought me to your house?" Whumpee raised a brow.
They sighed and went back to stirring the pot. "I'm not your enemy. My name is caretaker. I was just lucky to find you when I did. Hungry?" Caretaker poured a bowl and set it on the table, nudging it in their direction. Whumpee squinted, their eyes darting between caretaker and the bowl.
They don't remember the last time they ate.
Slowly, they sat down at the table, keeping the umbrella on their lap. Their hand shakily slid the bowl toward them, never breaking their gaze from the stranger. The second their lips touched the soup, their guard seemed to drop. It felt like the warmest, most pure thing they had ever tasted.
Caretaker smiled and turned their back, giving whumpee the space to feel at ease.
"Thanks..." Whumpee mumbled quietly behind them, their voice muffled by a mouthful of food.
CW: implied drugging , recovering/dazed whumpee(?), stern caretaker
Whumpee's vision failed them & they staggered in their steps, yet their grip on the knife did not falter.
Caretaker remained steady.
"It would be quite rude to threaten the life of the person who saved you, no?"
"Answer me...what are you going to do?"
Caretaker shrugged, barely fazed by the blade at their neck.
"I saved you. And I'm going to help you get better."
"Spare me that bullshit. What's your ulterior motive?"
Caretaker let out an exasperated sigh. They gently placed the tray of supplies on the table beside them. Of all things, they hated stubborn people.
Whumpee's concentration was disturbed by a slight prick. They hadn't registered the syringe with caretaker in their altered state.
"You know...patients should do as they're told."
A soft growl left whumpee before their world went black, their weak frame collapsing into caretaker's arms.
(p.s i wrote this for sihyeon & taj originally, so proud)
