First of all, this is lowkey Foster's (@milk-carton-whump) fault because a while ago when I was writing that pirate whump fanfic, they said it was a sign I needed more ocs lol.
Quick CW: Blood, brief curse, family of whumpers, gags, kneecapping, minor whumpers, tied up whumpee
But ANYWAY, I was listening to “Bust Your Kneecaps” for like the eighth time in a row and real talk all I can imagine is a whumper family. They have a vintage house and it’s kinda like stepping into a time machine to the 50s. Seeing them is kind of the same way. They just have that look about them, ya know? All smiles and perfect clothes, dresses and suits worn casually and whatnot. A perfect mom and dad and sister and brother.
Anyway, they kidnap their whumpee, who is absolutely freaking. Like, they’re gagged, tied to a chair in the middle of their picture-esque living room, screaming their head off because where are they and who are these people and what the actual hell is going on.
The mother, in a honey sweet voice, maybe explains that he broke the daughter’s heart—or better yet, the daughter has just turned fourteen and it’s finally time to start carrying on the family tradition. :)
Meanwhile, the father hands her a sledgehammer and tells her how proud he is of her and “go get him, sweetheart.“
And she looks at him and nods, smiling brightly. And then she turns to the whumpee.
Who is losing their shit.
Maybe the dad puts on and old record and invites the mother to dance. The daughter readies herself. The whumpee is begging through the gag, horrible muffled pleas.
She swings the sledgehammer.
Blood splatters the couch. The whumpee is screaming horrifically. The brother is watching respectfully from the side. And the parents continue to dance to the record.
It just makes me happy and I want to write it. :) Might start it in a bit, who knows.