#small whumpee

[whumppromptoftheday]

Big Whumpee, confined to bed by their own injuries, looks over at Small Whumpee on the other bed, far more injured than they are, perhaps even on oxygen or in a coma.

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[whumpybones]

❤️‍🩹🩹🩸

❤️‍🩹 what’s your favourite whump trope?: med whump! Specifically Whumpee recovering in a hospital. It’s always been my favourite

🩹 what’s a trope you think is underrated?: the drive home right after the whump, like Whumpee’s bleeding out in the backseat and Caretaker’s trying to keep them from passing out but there’s not much they can do, because they’re too focus on not crashing the car. Bonus points if it’s night

🩸favourite Whumpee archetype?: I guess young, inexperienced Whumpee’s. One of my favourite parts in whump is the caretakers/teams fear and concern over Whumpee. And it doesn’t really work as well with stoic Whumpee’s who’s been through it 100 times

From this ask game

[thatwhumpblogoverthere]

Whumper’s hands are large, they hold down Whumpee’s frail body with ease. They crush them down, make their attempts to wiggle useless and damn near flatten them out. Their hand wraps around whumpee’s throat so perfectly. Like it was meant to go there. Like it’s home. And Whumpee can do nothing, but gasp and beg. But Whumpee doesn’t mind. They some times don’t even notice their attempts to move. Their hands and body are just too strong. And Whumpee? Whumpee will never trust another person that is taller than them. Or has larger body portions. Caretaker doesn’t understand why Whumpee doesn’t wanna hold their hand. Or let the doctor touch them. Or cries when someone places a large hand on their shoulder.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

OA Rescues Maggie after a Sarin Gas Leak FBI 4x18

[inky-here]

cw: panic attack mentioned, hurt/comfort, recovery

a small whumpee huddled in a tight space when having a panic attack or being overwhelmed

and a bigger caretaker who wants to comfort them somehow managing to squeeze themselves in too, making whumpee laugh because of how comically they had to fold their limbs

[whumpasaurus101]

Hold a tiny whumpee in your hands, and as they begin to beg for forgiveness, slowly squeeze your hand and listen as their breath starts to hitch, their eyes widening in panic as they begin to squirm.

[defire]

Ghost of Seattle Chapter 13

Content: child soldier, whumpee turned whumper/living weapon, choking, guns

Chase led the squad down the highway, clambering up some broken roof to see where the freshly-collapsed rubble lay. They hoped to find new medical supplies in the newly revealed layers of hospital. It had been so dangerous to enter, people hadn't dared go in too deep. But yesterday, Guard forces had strategically placed explosives so that the rubble would fly away, leaving several levels available to loot. It should be done settling by this time.

Commander Merc had sent Chase's squad to go find the most valuable stuff quickly.

"Ron, what do you see over there?" Chase pointed up toward the hospital. Right now, their team wouldn't be close enough to be spotted, but Plaid territory was nearby. If the Plaids had already gotten there to check it out, the Guards would be at a disadvantage.

Ron clutched Chase's hand, relying on the smaller boy's strength to keep him from falling. He peered over the rubble anxiously, then ducked his red head back down.

"People." He said. "Plaids. They've all got the scarves."

"Okay," Chase said. "Then let's go around. Can you see a way?"

Ron shook his head, not checking again. Chase let him climb down clumsily.

"It's okay, Ron, you don't have to go first."

"I don't think we should risk it." Ron said.

Chase thought for a moment, then hopped down to rejoin the other Guards. 

"What do you think, Circle?"

Circle was an older man with a permanent sneer. He tended to make good calls.

"Nothing to be afraid of." Circle said. "It's our stuff. We take it back."

Chase couldn't go back to Commander Merc without the loot. That would make him mad. It was out of the question. So he nodded.

"I'll sneak around using the little clinics over there. I need 2 people to follow me with backpacks to trade me out." He looked over his little group. "I'll bring Ron and Mira. Circle, you take the rest and engage the Plaids. Try not to die."

"You're spoiling me here." Circle sneered. Chase had taken the two that could barely fight.

"Good work." Chase said, copying his dad.

Then he turned and signaled for the 2 he'd chosen to follow him.

Chase crept up close to the hospital, then waited for the shouting and fighting to start and leapt forward, jumping in through a hole. 

It was a ward room. The bedding and stuff would be valuable, but not compact, and not anything near what the medicine was worth, if he could find it. He wasn't sure where to look.

He beckoned for Ron and Mira to follow him and moved in, crunching on glass underfoot.

A dead human rotted in the bed to the right. 

"Body." He said. 

Chase's squad tended to warn each other about bodies. They were creepy. Sometimes the shade lingered right over the head of the dead thing. There was a strong feeling of "don't touch" about it.

Chase moved on into the hall. Very old corpses were strewn around down the entire hall to the left and right. Guards weren't the first comers trying to loot this place. 

"Lots of bodies." Chase said, grimacing.

"Not surprising." Mira said, nearly bumping into him from behind.

Chase jumped at her voice and turned.

"Just me." She said. "You should look in the basement for a vault. Hospital basements used to always be off-limits."

Chase lifted a finger to his lips. He heard voices coming down the hall. They ducked back into the ward. 

Steps slowed as they approached.

"I hate places like this. I don't know why they send us." One young man's voice said.

"Then let me walk in front, bro." A girl said.

"No. I'm the oldest. I should protect you."

They hesitated near the ward where Chase and the others hid. 

"Likely place for intruders, if we were actually patrolling." The girl said. 

"Come on," The man said. "We can't waste time like that. We have what we need. With those keys, I should be able to open anything."

They kept walking. 

Chase crept out and watched them go, voices becoming muffled by the echoing of the corridor.

When they were far enough away that the darkness should mask him, he slunk after them, watching his step around the fallen bodies. 

At his signal, the other two followed, and then stood guard, one at each level on the stairs. Going down stairs quietly was almost impossible. The only thing that made it doable was a few corpses on the steps. They dampened his reverberating steps just enough that, if he breathed very subtly, he stayed inaudible. 

They were going down the stairs.

"You sure this is a good idea?" The girl said. "If the fighting out there goes south, we'll be the only Plaids here. And he told us to just patrol."

"It doesn't matter what he wants. If we come back with the meds, nobody can say shit." The man said, panting. "Besides, Wren needs it."

The girl sighed. 

"Yes."

They fumbled with keys and then wrenched open a door at the bottom of the stairs, matte gray with a heavy-duty lock. He watched them go into a pitch-black hall. Open that door, and they'd immediately know he was there, because of the light. 

He retreated back up the stairs, reuniting with Ron and Mira. 

"Mira, you still have that gun?" Chase asked. 

Mira patted her hip.

"Take it out," Chase said. "And you and Ron go first. Tell them to drop the goods and leave. If they keep coming, back up across my hiding place."

As he spoke, he shoved open the stair-door and went through quickly. He ducked into a small break room, standing in front of a vending machine.

It was only a few minutes, but in that time, people had started coming in from the other side of the hospital. You could hear the doors slamming, and no more gunshots.

 The floor just below them was the one that was accessible to that side, but it was only a matter of time before they got to Chase's floor.

Then the door cracked open. The two Plaids were back.

"Drop it! Drop the medicine!" Mira shouted, voice cracking in fear. 

There was a short cry of surprise from the girl, and a pause. The man was huffing even more now. Chase heard Mira backing up. He took a breath, softly. Even if the Plaids were the ones ransacking the hospital right now, he couldn't afford to leave without  that medicine.

"Drop it now." Mira repeated.

She seemed to have forgotten to tell them they'd be safe as long as they left the loot. She was past the doorway now. 

Chase lunged out, grabbing the surprised man by the throat. He had a gun out, a large rifle, but he hadn't been prepared to fire. Over his right shoulder, the man's backpack started slipping off as Chase's grip got tighter. He hung on like a monkey to the gasping man with his legs kicking for footholds on the man's calves. He tightened his arm across the guy's throat and held on, till he fell to his knees. He'd sounded like he had trouble breathing, so it was the first thing that occurred to Chase to attack.

The girl tried to take off.

Mira was just standing there shaking, with the gun, but Ron blocked the Plaid girl by spreading his arms. He caught her and pushed her back. 

"Kill her, Mira!" Ron said. 

"We don't want to kill you!" Chase said. "Just drop your pack and we'll let you both live!"

He wasn't so sure about that. The man sagged heavily back to the floor, halfway squishing Chase with his upper body. Chase struggled, slightly releasing his arm. The man gasped desperately. Chase pressed his forearm back in. 

"Alright!" The girl shouted. Her voice carried down the hall toward the looters coming their way. 

She shrugged off her pack. 

"Now let my brother go!" 

"Pull off his pack too." Chase said. The looters' voices were unfamiliar. Not Guards.

"Please! It's everything we have!" The girl cried. 

"Pull it off!" Chase yelled. "Now!"

She flinched at that, but pulled it off her brother's arm. 

Mira and Ron grabbed the bags the moment she stepped back. Chase got himself out from under the man, then let him go.

"Sorry." He said. Then they fled.

As Chase pulled Ron out from the window, they heard gunshots. 

They fled back over the rubble. Ron stumbled and fell down into the ditch in the road with a loud crack to the knee. He muffled a cry of pain. 

Guards surrounded them.

"You're okay." Mira panted. "I thought you were all dead."

Circle put a hand on her shoulder.

"Just had to retreat." He said. "They had reinforcements."

"Are we cut off?" Chase asked.

"Not yet." 

"Okay, let's get out of here then." Chase said.

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[whump-or-whatever]

I’m all for a Whumpee who is super defiant and confident right up until Whumper finally approaches them fully and they realize just how big Whumper is. Whumper walks up close to them and Whumpee slowly raises their eyes, which get wider and wider the further they have to crane their neck. They end up having to look nearly straight up just to meet Whumper’s gaze. And Whumper just smirks as Whumpee swallows roughly and looks away nervously.