#relationship whump

[for-the-ouchies]

“I'm so sorry, we thought you were dead- but I should have known better, I shouldn't have-”

“Don't,” recently escaped whumpee says, interrupting their former partner/friend. “I'm glad you were able to move on without me. I wish I could have been there, but I wasn't.”

[whumppromptoftheday]

Whumpee gets in a relationship with whumper, and everything’s great for ages until whumper starts physically (sexually?) abusing them. Caretaker finds out and gets whumpee safe

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[ziptiesnfries]

Silly Rabbit

The Ol' Ball and Chain masterpost

Content warnings: domestic abuse (implied), gender roles

The Easter egg hunt was perfect. Beckett had been awake since four in the morning filling the little plastic eggs, placing each one in a kind-of-obvious hiding spot, but god dammit, Ellie’s fourth Easter was going to be perfect.

Joy trailed behind, yawning, as Beckett led Ellie (still in her bunny-printed pajamas) down the hallway. “Ohh, wow, I think the Easter Bunny’s been here,” Beckett whispered conspiratorially, leading Ellie by the hand into the living room. “Come on, Ellie, let’s see what he left for you!” Joy slumped off towards the kitchen, and Beckett was glad to take over parenting duties by himself.

In the living room, Ellie’s basket was laid out on the couch, a white wicker one that was a little too heavy for a three-year-old. It had a pale pink liner with Noelle embroidered on the front; Joy had thought it was cute. Beckett’s own addition to the spread was three pairs of bunny ear headbands: a child-sized pink one, a larger blue one, and a larger pink one (not that Joy would deign to wear hers).

Ellie gasped and rushed forward. “Bunny!” She grabbed the blue pair and immediately put them on. The oversized headband began sliding off her head, but she just pushed it back in place.

Beckett laughed, kneeling down to her level. “You wanna help me put mine on? Yeah?” She grabbed the little pink pair, the ones that had been meant for her. Amused, Beckett bowed his head as if he was about to be knighted, and Ellie squeezed the furry pink headband over his head. He straightened up. “How do I look? Huh?” He shook his head so that the ears wiggled.

Ellie giggled. She still had one hand up to hold her bunny ears in place. “Silly!”

“Happy Easter, Noelle!” Joy appeared in the doorway, slightly more awake with her coffee in hand. She crossed over to the couch. “Did Daddy show you—?” Her smile dropped.

Beckett went still, his mind beginning to race. What was wrong this time? Did he put up the decorations wrong? Use a non-recycled filler for the grass in the Easter basket? He watched Joy glance between him and Ellie a few times. Finally, her gaze landed on him, a strained grin on her face. “Aren’t you a silly rabbit.” She booped his nose and yoinked the child-sized bunny ears off his head. “Did Daddy forget that pink is for girls and blue is for boys?”

Joy then took the oversized, still-falling-off baby blue rabbit ears off Ellie’s head. Ellie reached for them. “Noooo!” she protested. “Mine, Mommy!”

“No, it’s okay,” Joy soothed, “because you get this one instead.” She gingerly placed them on Ellie’s head, smoothing back her wispy blond hair. Ellie stuck her lip out in a pout, but the crease between Joy’s eyebrows had smoothed over. “Aww, you’re okay, baby girl. It’s just that Daddy was being silly and forgot which ones were yours.”

In an effort to seem complacent, Beckett put on the blue ears, even though Ellie was still staring mournfully at them. “Hey, c’mon, Ellie-belly,” he said, grabbing the basket off the couch. “We’re gonna go on an Easter egg hunt! Because the Easter Bunny left little treats allll over the house, and we’re going to go find them. I think there might be one over there—do you see it?”

He pointed at the trio of green and purple eggs he’d left right under the TV, and Ellie’s head swiveled. After a moment of hesitation, she went toddling after them. He let out a little exhale, glad her Easter wasn’t ruined over some bunny ears.

Joy’s hand landed on the back of his neck. “That,” she said, and then paused weightily, “went well. But I wish you wouldn’t forget the rules.”

A cold sweat crept beneath his shirt. “She just put them on,” he muttered. “I—I thought it was cute.”

Joy squeezed his tense muscles, then released her grip on him. “Well, don’t let her choose next time.”

Beckett frowned, watching Ellie gather up as many little plastic eggs as she could hold in her arms (which wasn’t very many). She should be able to choose whatever color bunny ears she wanted. She should have the whole color wheel at her disposal. Beckett knew, roughly, what had happened to Joy to make her think this way, but he still couldn't imagine why she had to put all of that on her three-year-old daughter. “Right,” he said, still looking at Ellie. “Okay.”

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[starl1ghtangsts]

whumpee is hypersexual from trauma with their previous whumper; carewhumper intentionally takes advantage of it.

[evil-by-noon]

Alright so Hero and Supervillain right? Except Hero is OBSESSED with Supervillain. She has a respawn power so is really the only one who can go up against Supervillain regularly. She was originally actually a much more subtle stalker before Supervillain became a villain.

Then, she realized she could follow Supervillain AND get clout, plus draw Supervillain's attention more, as Hero.

Supervillain hates her with a burning passion and finds more elaborate and excruciating ways to kill Hero each time as a sort of deterrent for seeking her out, but it doesn't work...

Of course no one has any sympathy for Supervillain, she spends literally all her time doing essentially terrorism... And meanwhile everyone is incredibly sympathetic and admiring of Hero for trying to stop this menace.

Supervillain might capture Hero at some point and perhaps even torture her, but after Supervillain is captured and Hero has power over her, it's really fucked.

Or maybe Hero does successfully persuade Supervillain to stop her evil deeds... Maybe they do start that relationship Hero fantasized about, except then Supervillain slowly realizes that Hero is creepy as fuck.

Maybe Supervillain realizes Hero is disturbed and uses it to her advantage? Plays into it... (Maybe to then realize it's way worse than she thought and she's out of her depth.)

[oopsiwhumpeditagain]

whumpee was not someone who got sucked into insane adventures. whumpee was someone who always played it safe.

that was until whumper caught their attention.

whumper didn't care and whumpee envied them. they wanted to be with them, no matter what.

but perfect people are never truly perfect. they are often the worst.

[amethystpath-writes]

P1 Darling, I Did It For You

NOT A PROMPT

(incomplete and discontinued series)

******

"I can't love you anymore," Caretaker said softly.

Hero suppressed a sob, hiccuping over it, instead, as tears rolled down her cheeks. "If it's because of Villain," she said, "I can protect you. I promise. I promise I would never let anything happen to you, Caretaker. You're safe."

Caretaker shook their head. "No. No, it's not that. I mean," they sighed then pinched the bridge of their nose. "Not exactly. I know you can protect me. You always have, but Hero...I can't," Caretaker hated having this conversation. They felt so selfish for walking out like this, and further for something they couldn't help. "I can't protect you. Everyday you come home with another busted lip, a bleeding nose, a-a new bruise on your cheek, broken ribs, sprained ankle. I can't help you, Hero, and it hurts me. It hurts me so much and I can't take seeing you like this everyday."

Hero stepped forward. Maybe if they could just see that she was okay, that she was moving and breathing, maybe that would change their mind. "I'm fine. I'm okay. You do help me. You do. Please, please, Caretaker, please don't leave me." She took a shuddering breath. "You help me when- when you put ointments on those scratches and busted bits of skin. You help when you put ice on my bruises and when you encourage me to tilt my head back to stop nose bleeds. You help me, Caretaker. You do."

"Maybe so, but I can't protect you," Caretaker argued again. "If I could just- I want to stop it from ever happening to you to begin with, but I can't. I'm not capable of that, Hero. And maybe it's selfish, but I can't live with myself being useless."

Hero opened their mouth to say something, but Caretaker continued. "One of these days," they swallowed, "One of these days..." How could they put this? "Listen, I do believe in you. I believe in your abilities, but you have to understand. Everyday you come home worse off, more bloodied than the day before, more exhausted. One of these days, I'm afraid...I'm afraid Villain will kill you and what will I do then?"

The hero stayed quiet then. Caretaker made sense and Hero understood them clear enough. It just...It hurt. They couldn't split, not after all this time, after creating all the memories. Even being exhausted, Hero still made it a point to go out on dates, to make dinner and such. Lately, it had been less, but she would recover and they could begin going out again.

"We'll run away," Hero declared. Caretaker's eyes widened. "I'll take up a new identity, change my name and-"

"Villain knows your face. It wouldn't work."

"Maybe, but if we go far enough-"

"Hero, it's over. I can't live feeling bad for myself not being able to keep you out of harm's way. I can't live with you running off everyday, scared you'll never come back. I know I sound terrible, and if it helps you get over what we had, then please, tell me I'm terrible. Curse me ten-dozen times and throw darts at a picture me, but I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry."

They didn't wait for Hero's response before they walked passed, lightly touching her shoulder before reaching the door and pulling it open. Caretaker looked back one last time, then stepped out and shut the door behind them.

***

Part 2 here

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee with a partner who would never hurt them the way whumper did, but has many, many similarities to whumper outside of that- maybe it's appearance and style, maybe it's mannerisms, interests, etc..

Did whumpee choose their partner based on that? To have the good without the bad, or to prove something to themselves? Does said partner know?

Or did whumpee know their partner before the whump happened, and it's in the aftermath, trying to return to the normality of their relationship, that they keep noticing these things?