#caretaker scenarios

[jordanstrophe]

A whumpee who is afraid of loud noises so caretaker needs to have soft voice even when they are accustomed to be loud

OOoo! I love these tropes, especially caretakers that already have a tough persona and it takes effort to dial it down.

Caretaker has slip-ups and whumpee sees their tone as anger. Caretaker only remembers what they did wrong when they flinch, cower, or do what they do best. Run

Caretaker talks to themselves in a mirror practicing their tone. They're rather shy about it and close all the doors and curtains like they're hiding a deep dark secret. (much to whumpees suspicion)

Not only do they want to talk calmly, they want to walk it, too. Maybe they have loud boots and their steps boom throughout the halls. They're not too keen on it, but those slippers collecting dust in the closet would finally be useful. Hopefully it's not the bright crazy colored ones- Oh. Oh no.

[justbreakonme]

“Please… I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. I’ll stand guard.”

“I thought you said it was safe here?”

“It is. But you don’t feel safe, do you?”

“…not yet.”

“Then I’ll stand guard, till you can.”

[whumporama]

Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.

Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.

"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"

"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)

"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."

"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."

Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.

[defire]

Whumpee that's never had genuine comfort before

(comfort stuff)

Caretaker trying to be gentle and whumpee freaks the fuck out--"what are you doing?!" With paranoid wide eyes

"I'm cleaning your wounds...." "Not like that you're not. Here, give me the needle."

Caretaker trying to comfort them--"fuck, you've had it rough" and reaching out for a hug and whumpee just stares at them

Whumpee trying to be "nice" to caretaker by slapping them on the back painfully hard and making boisterous vague remarks that are supposed to be compliments

Or, whumpee staring at caretaker wondering how to say "thank you" in a way that won't get them beaten up, like last time

Caretaker impulsively hugging or touching them out of kindness and whumpee flinches away and grabs the spot like it burns

"You've always taken care of your own wounds?" Caretaker says. Whumpee frowns, confused. "Who else is supposed to do them?"

"Look, I get that you're trying to be nice, caretaker, but I have it handled," whumpee trying to get themself across the kitchen by leaning on the counters.

"I do not need you. It's okay. I'm not a burden."

[the-bar-sinister]

Recovering whumpee completely vacant and dissociated while caretaker takes care of them. Staring off into space while caretaker washes their body and tends their wounds. Only barely responding when caretaker touches them soothingly.

[whumpy-bi]

Thinking about a rescuer/caretaker barging in and immediately softening when they see the state the victim is in—skittish, terrified, trying to get away from them.

The immediate softness and compassion of “No, no, I’m here to help.”

[crimsons-whump-pile]

painful resurrections. give me a whumpee who thought their suffering was finally over when they died, who now has of feel agony in every cell of their body because they are not meant to be alive. it could be caretaker who revived them, or it could be whumper, but the end result is the same — whumpee just wants the pain to stop again, and they know that they’ll never be allowed to end it themself. even if they do, it’s obvious now that death is no true escape at all. not for them.

[spinzolliii]

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO CLUE IF THIS IS MEDICALLY ACCURATE

Something that whump writers don’t consider:

IVs feel cold. Can you imagine a room temperature liquid going directly into the bloodstream of someone who’s 97-104 degrees? It’s hellish. You can’t get warm no matter how much external heat you receive.

Imagine a delirious whumpee whimpering and clawing at an IV while being restrained and reassured by Caretaker.

“No no no, that stays in”

“Hey, hey. I know it hurts, but it’ll help you feel better”

Maybe the whumpee’s hallucinating, thinking that they’re being tortured. When Caretaker’s words fail to get through, they have to use gentle touches and singing. Or, if you want to be mean, you can have the Caretaker being forced to restrain Whumpee to prevent them from hurting themselves until they run out of energy and pass out.

[whump-galaxy]

Love a character with a black eye. Love when their chin is lifted to the light and their eyes wince and rest, full of exhaustion. Love when they’re covered in dirt, and their hair is in tangles. Love when they relax their head into a stranger’s hand, hoping the gentleness lasts.

[acornsandacorns]

caretaker removed their jacket, giving it to whumpee.

“here, wear this,” caretaker said as whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes. whumpee silently nodded and hesitantly took caretaker’s jacket, putting it on. caretaker’s jacket practically dwarfed whumpee, who wrapped it tighter around themself. caretaker looked sympathetically at whumpee before hoisting them up in their arms.

“it’s ok,” caretaker murmured as whumpee buried their head into the crook of caretaker’s neck, “i got you. just go to sleep now…” whumpee then muttered something incomprehensible and closed their eyes, falling asleep in caretaker’s arms.

[chiharuuu22]

Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).

In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.

In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.

On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!

In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.

On the sofa in front of the fireplace.

In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.

On the couch on the terrace.

On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.

Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.

Anything you want to add?

[jordanstrophe]

Whumper fakes whumpee’s death so they don't have a vengeful caretaker after them. But later: the grief stricken caretaker sees whumpee again for the first time after they’ve escaped and can’t believe their own eyes.

[justbreakonme]

A touch starved whumpee who’s too scared to actually hug or cuddle anyone, so Caretaker gives them a heated weighted blanket, so they can feel “touch” without being scared.

Whumpee sleeps so well it worries Caretaker because they don’t move for about 12 hours straight, and they wake up all groggy and sweaty with those lines across their cheek from the pillow case. But they wake up happy.

[whumporama]

Caretaker has finally found Whumpee, but they're in a bad state. There is no time to take care of anything right now, and they have to move quietly to avoid being detected.

The whispered "can you walk?" and "lean on me" as Whumpee tries their best to be helpful, and Caretaker half-dragging them through the dark hallways. Whumpees injuries hurt them as they move, and they can't keep the sounds of pain in.

They hear someone coming, and Caretaker quickly pulls them to the side, hiding in a small closet. Whumpee squeezes their eyes closed as they fight the pain of the sudden movement, and Caretaker pushes their hand over Whumpees mouth, apologetic, but needing them to be quiet.

Whumpee leaning forward and dropping their head on Caretakers shoulder as they muffle their groans in their jacket.

Bonus points if Whumpee is usually stoic or closed-off, and Caretaker's heart breaking to see them like this.

[defire]

How about a caretaker that's compassionate and caring and a whumpee that's just too practical for that shit

"oh no no no what have they done to you!!" Caretaker running in, cupping whumpee's face. "2 burns, small stab wound and a pretty bad beating to the ribs--what are you doing, why are you hugging me"

Whumpee trying to not act traumatized because you gotta fake it till you make it.

"whumpee. This is not HEALTHY." "It's healing, look, it's almost totally scarred over."

"caretaker, please, just bring your sewing kit." "But I don't have any anaesthetic!" "Ugh, fine, I'll do it."

"fuck, how could anyone do this to you?" "That's not really a productive question..."

"he told me to hold still because I deserved it." "You don't deserve this, nobody does." "Yeah I know but it made the brand scar come out perfectly. See? It's recognizable..."

"you can't just take responsibility for everyone's lives, whumpee." "I'm the strongest one of us, so yes, I can." "It's not healthy!" Whumpee shrugs in response, already out the door with a gun over their shoulder.

[the-bar-sinister]

Recovering whumpee returning to a place where they were badly injured and being unable to shut out the memories of what happened to them.

Whumpee's eyes drawn to the spot where they lay, huddled and bleeding. Is there really still a mark there on the ground? Or are they imagining it?

Why can't they stop hearing the sounds of their own screams and pleading echoing in their ears?

Whumpee, shaking and swallowing repeatedly, telling themselves they should be stronger than this, they have to be stronger than this.

Whumpee jolting in surprise and whirling around in fear at a touch on their shoulder; caretaker coming to check on them.