#neglected whump prompts

[spinzolliii]

God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Do you have any prompts for older sibling whump?

Sure, here are a few!

Having nightmares about losing their younger sibling(s)

Trading themself to the enemy for the younger's freedom

Stressing/overworking themself to take care of the younger

Parent(s) favoring the younger and neglecting the older's needs

Younger Sibling shocked to see Older Sibling cry for the first time

Older Sibling weakly giving Younger instructions on first aid for them

Whumper blackmailing them by threatening their younger sibling(s)

Throwing themself in front of a blow that was meant for the younger

Younger trying to use the same comfort techniques Older always uses for them

"You told me you were okay! You lied to me! Why?" "I'm your big sibling. It's my job to be okay."

Sibling rivalry escalates too far. Now Younger's actually hurt Older Sibling and is scrambling to fix it

Whumper forcing Younger Sibling to torture the older, Older tries to keep a brave face and assure them they can take it

Younger pranking Older Sibling with something they fear and realizes it's too far when Older totally panics/breaks down

[sickiehugs]

When a character is feeling super sick and shitty but they don't have a fever, so they aren't taking it seriously or resting because to them, they aren't really sick unless there's visible proof. Maybe it comes from when they were growing up, and their family never took their illness seriously unless there was a fever. Maybe they would accuse them of lying to get out of things. So now, they worry if that really is the case. They work themselves to the bone and feel like they're going to collapse, but they aren't really sick unless they have a fever.

Bonus points if they have a partner who cares about their well-being, and as soon as they see them in the state they're in, they immediately make a fuss and insist that they rest. The character somehow feels good, even though they don't want their partner worrying, because someone is finally making it a big deal. It's finally real, it's finally serious.

[mintflavouredwhump]

An eldest child whumpee who is always forced to be the 'role model' of their younger siblings while bearing the brunt of their parents' anger and expectations.

[whumpacabra]

Have your medical caretaker forget (or your medical whumper ‘forget’) to numb whumpee before a minor but painful operation.

They have to follow up with a sedative to help whumpee ‘calm down,’ blissfully unaware (or cruelty reveling) that they’re still in excruciating pain.

Whumpee is still in pain, but they’re too confused and exhausted by the sedative to communicate that to their caretakers.

[urlocalwhumper]

villain whumpees quietly nursing each other's wounds. taking care of each other because they know no one else will.

[whump-blog]

Prompt 45

From the first day of his rescue, Whumpee had been difficult. He wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't come out from under his bed, wouldn't eat, and from the dark circles under his eyes it looked like he wasn't sleeping either.

Many workers at the rescue centre had tried to talk to him, but Whumpee didn't seem to trust anyone except Caretaker. Caretaker was the only person Whumpee talked to, ate or slept with in front of. But, Whumpee was nothing personal to Caretaker, just another rescue. So how, after all the progress Whumpee had made, would Caretaker be able to tell him that he was being transferred to another rehab centre, and they would never see each other again?

[weirdstrangeandawful]

CW: medical neglect

Whumpee who has survived things they absolutely should not have but who now doesn’t get the treatment or care they need because they’ll ‘survive this too, don’t worry’.

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

You know those shows on TV where people, like parents for example, switch lives for a day or a week. I feel like people, should do that to their pet whumpees. Like a Whumpee who had a very strict master with no leniency or mercy for mistakes. While another Whumpee has a very caring and comforting master that pampers and rewards them constantly. Those two should switch for the day or longer. There would be so much emotional distress and turmoil on both ends.

The ‘pampered’ Whumpee doesn’t receive any love or even a scrap of food compared to their three meals a day, love, and constant attention. They’d make mistakes left and right because they forgot what it was like to be in a training and strict environment.

The ‘neglected’ Whumpee receives constant love and care and all the food and baths they want. They feel this constant longing for love, but also anxiety wondering when the next punishment or order will come, but it never does. They’re so used to fear that it’s hard for them to accept all of this kindness and not expect it to be a trap.

Both would be suffering in their own way, either physically or mentally, even both. It just seems like a fun way to mess with them.

- 🪻

[spinzolliii]

Whumpee being left with a Negligent Caretaker (NC) after their real Caretaker leaves for an extended period of time. Maybe Caretaker has to travel to get a doctor or some medicine and trusts NC to care for Whumpee while they’re gone.

Maybe NC fails to give Whumpee pain killers, leaving them to suffer the full extent of their illness/injuries for hours on end. Maybe Whumpee is left dehydrated from all the sweating/puking/blood loss. Maybe Whumpee is starving as their body is deprived of the vital nutrients it needs to heal. Maybe Whumpee gets desperate and crawls out of bed to reach the bathroom, or to retrieve something they need. In doing so, they pass out or bust a stitch.

If NC is enough of an asshole, they might even scold Whumpee for giving them more work. NC is disgusted by Whumpee, making them feel ashamed of their condition, and for having normal bodily processes.

When the real Caretaker gets back, they beat the shit out of NC.

[whumpshaped]

tw nonhuman whumpee, systemic mistreatment, fantasy discrimination, captivity, neglect

Humans don't bother being kind, unless they're forced by circumstances.

That was one of the earliest lessons Whumpee had learned in life. For a while, they didn't understand. They saw the winged creatures being treated with grace and affection, their food bowls always filled, their water always fresh, their feathers always clean and well-groomed. They didn't understand why their own cage was filthy, neglected, and way too crowded. What made them different?

The wings. It was all in the wings, those beautiful, precious, elegant wings. The difference was that those creatures would've been able to simply never return after a task. The humans could've let them fly, and they could've easily decided to land in a different human's garden, one that would treat them better. There were plenty of other owners out there, more than willing to purchase the most expensive seeds specifically to lure them in. To appease them. To convince them to stay.

Whumpee and their kind never had that luxury. They were stuck on the ground, easily captured, cornered and imprisoned. The humans never had to bother; even if Whumpee wanted nothing more than to never see the inside of that cage again, they had no other choice.

~

@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump

[riahlynn101]

Ai-less Whumptober 2024 - Day Sixteen: "Drowning." (Switching with day fourteen.)

Word count: 1,864

Trigger warnings: child abandonment, children in distress, the ocean, drowning, implied death, and unhappy ending. 

Story notes: This takes place in pre-quirk time, but almost nothing is historically accurate. Izuku is five and Tenko is nine.

--

“Do you think it hurts?” Izuku asks, resting his head on Tenko’s shoulder. 

He met his new friend several days ago while hiding in the laundry room. As it turns out both boys’ families were from the same country - Japan. Which was a relief, because it’s been so hard finding other people that speak the same language as him. 

His mother, his father, and him moved to England a year ago, after his dad got a better paying job at one of the factories. One of the ones that produced thick gray clouds and made him wrinkle his nose whenever he hugged his dad. 

But the paychecks were better than they were in Japan, and the move was hard on his mother, so Izuku tried really, really hard not to complain. Even when the kids at his new school, some of them factory workers themselves, started bullying him. 

And then, his dad stopped coming home. 

Mom never explained what happened to him. There were whispers of a fire and a collapsed roof, and Izuku found he really didn’t want to know more. 

His mom used most of the remainder of their money to buy a ticket to get him aboard a ship set sail for the United States. 

“This,” she started, “is your best chance.” Her fingers trembled, fastening Izuku’s coat buttons. A piece of cardstock paper hung by a string around his neck. He couldn't read the words, though he recognized some of the letters from his weeks attending an English school. 

“O-R-P-H-A-N?”

His mother choked on a sob. “Baby, my baby,” she warbled. “It says ‘orphan.’"

And that, more than his mother’s lack of a suitcase or ticket or the big boat honking its horn behind them, confused Izuku the most. 

He tilted his head. “But I’m not an orphan, momma. You’re still here.”

His mom shook her head, mind already made up. “I can’t go with you. I can’t leave your father. Not while they’re…” she trailed off, as if her next words might have been too morbid for a child of five to hear them. 

“Izuku, try to blend in with the other families. Present your ticket at the dock but stay hidden while on the ship. It should only be a week. I packed some meals for you in your suitcase.” She stroked his hair, pulling him close. “When you get to America, I need you to do something very important.” His mother had pulled him away and held him by the shoulders. “I need you to find a man named Yagi Toshinori, okay? He’s from Japan like us, and I’ve already contacted him. He said he’ll take care of you until I can find a way to leave England.”

“But momma,” Izuku said, bottom lip quivering. “I don’t want to leave.”

The big ship’s horn blared again, and whatever else his mom wanted to say to him was cut short. She pushed him towards the railing that held a line of people. “Go,” she told him. “And find Yagi. I love you, Izuku.” Izuku lost sight of her in the crowd pretty quickly after that. 

His assigned room is decks below where the more well-dressed and affluent passengers stay. “Third-class” he overheard people call it; their tones almost snobbish. But Izuku couldn't understand what’s so bad about it. 

Sure, it’s not as colorful or decorative as the above decks. But the family he shared a room with is nice to him, and the music he sometimes overheard from a room over, helped him sleep. 

He explored during the day but only the first two, as the mother of the family he roomed with warns him against drawing attention to himself. So, Izuku stuck to peeking into unlocked rooms and hiding amongst the unfolded laundry. 

He found Tenko, or rather, Tenko found him, while Izuku was hiding. He went to climb inside and almost screamed when he saw Izuku staring up at him.

“I need to hide,” Tenko explained, eyes wide from the shock of finding another warm body where it shouldn’t be. 

Izuku’s eyes widened. “You speak Japanese?” He sat up, rocking the laundry cart. 

Tenko shushed him, looking over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m from Japan. Can I hide with you?”

Amazed and relieved at hearing his native language, Izuku scooted to the side. Tenko hopped in. He stared at his new friend with stars in his eyes. 

“So,” he started to ask after a solid five minutes of neither of them saying anything, “who are-”

He was cut off by a loud and pointed “shush!” 

Not a second later the door to the laundry room swung open. It slammed against the steel walls. “Where’re you ya brat?” A man, sounding a lot like those men Izuku overhears in the hallway in the early morning, stumbling their way back to their rooms. 

Izuku looked at his friend. A growing unease kept him quiet. His friend shook and stared at the ceiling, as if expecting the man to suddenly appear above them. 

But he didn’t, and after shuffling around piles of clothes he left the way he came. 

“Who was that?” Izuku asked. He didn’t dare sit up in fear of the man returning. 

“No one important,” his friend said. “Thanks for letting me hide with you. I’m Tenko.”

“Izuku. Can we be friends?”

Tenko smiled at him then. It was a nice change from the terrified expression a moment ago, so Izuku smiled at him too. His heart felt full, and fuller still when Tenko responded with an immediate:

“yes. Best friends.”

They did everything together after that. Tenko was traveling with his family. His older sister, Hana, his mom, and dad. It was supposed to be a vacation, but Tenko didn’t look very happy when he was around his dad. But Izuku doesn’t think he would be very happy either if his dad was half as mean as Tenko’s. 

They spent the day running through the halls and sneaking onto the top deck, which Izuku finds to be a lot easier with Tenko. As Tenko’s family is a lot richer than his own, but that just means that the two boys could dance and eat food and enjoy the view without worrying about alerting security. 

Hana, Tenko’s sister, sometimes joined them. Her dark hair was long and hung in pigtails fastened in beautiful bows. Her dresses were always beautiful and matched her china doll. She treated Izuku like a second brother and liked to comb his curls.

Everything was fine. 

Izuku didn’t feel as homesick anymore.

He had friends, and an exciting new life to look forward to. 

Yes, everything was fine. 

Until it wasn’t. 

-x-x-x-

“Women and children first,” a man in a uniform said. He helped mom, then Hana onto the rescue boat. “You next,” he said, but Tenko wasn’t looking at him. He scanned the boats already in the water and over the people still left on the upper deck. His heart beat faster and faster the longer he didn’t see Izuku. 

The man reached for him, but Tenko stepped back. “No!” He shouted. He forced his way through the crowd of people, ignoring his mom’s pleas for him to come back.

The ship rocked back and forth, creaking. He stumbled. “Izuku!” He screamed, voice drowned out by the screams of other passengers. “Izuku! Where are you?”

The water from the ocean poured onto the deck, soaking his clothes. The salt burned his eyes as it dripped from his hair. Even then, Tenko knew they didn’t have long left. 

The life jackets were long gone and the rescue boats were almost filled. If he found Izuku, they would only have mere minutes before they were left stranded. His desperation grew with every passing minute. 

“Izuku! Izuku! Answer me!”

Like an answer to his prayer, a cry caught his attention. It was small and child-like, which didn’t automatically mean it belonged to his best friend but it was all Tenko had to go on. He stumbled towards the source of the crying - a closet on the third floor of the boat. 

He opened the door. “Izuku!” Tenko shouted, throwing himself towards his friend. The relief he felt in that moment is unmatched to anything he’s ever felt in his entire life. “Oh,” he said, pulling the younger boy into his arms. “I was so worried about you.” He stood up again and held a hand out. “If we want to survive, then we have to hurry back to the upper deck.”

Izuku sniffled. “I want my mommy.”

Tenko shook his head. “I know, I know, but we have to move.”

His friend shook, pressing his hands to his ears. “Scary,” he muttered. “Too loud.”

An announcement crackled over the loudspeakers, like a nail in the coffin, “all boats have been filled.”

“No, no,” Tenko muttered under his breath. He turned to Izuku who continued to cower. “C’mon, Izu, maybe if we hurry we can jump off the side of the boat and somebody will let us in.”

It’s not the safest idea, especially on a night as cold as it is. But it’s better than going down with the ship. 

Izuku cries grew louder and louder until the boy started to gag. Tenko kneeled down beside him. He pressed his hands to Izuku’s ears and resigned himself. 

Izuku’s cries eventually lessened, and if not for the humming, Tenko would almost think his friend fell asleep. His big green eyes seem to stare right through the door ahead, plotting or, perhaps, trying to distance himself from the situation they’re in. 

“Do you think it hurts?” Izuku asked him, eyes still staring ahead. His head comes to rest on Tenko’s shoulder. 

Tenko’s stomach drops. He hadn’t thought about that, at least not all the way through. Suddenly, maybe selfishly, he wishes he left on the lifeboat with his mom and sister. 

“Probably,” he mumbles. “I hope it doesn’t,” he adds quickly. 

“I’m scared.”

“Me too.” A thought crosses his mind, bright like a lightbulb. “How about we go to sleep, and when we wake up we’ll be in a much better place?”

“A much better place,” Izuku repeats. He settles down on the floor, tucking his legs in. 

Izuku looks up at him, one hand outstretched. “Hold my hand?” He asks. 

Tenko lays down next to him. It’s not the most comfortable spot, but he can’t find it within himself to care. They cling to each other, desperate for comfort in their last minutes on earth. 

Water pours in from the crack underneath the door. It’s cold and makes them shiver when it soaks through their shirts. Izuku cries a little, but he does too.

He pets Izuku’s curls, shushing him. His friend rubs his face in Tenko’s shirt, seeking warmth that isn’t there. 

“I love you,” Izuku gets out between quiet sobs. 

“I love you too, little brother.” Tenko’s eyes burn now and he isn’t sure the salt is to blame. 

They don’t say anything after that. Soon after the water breaks through the door, crashing over their bodies, and filling their lungs with ocean water. 

They die reaching out to each other, their hands never touching.

[rosalinarin]

Whumptober 2024

day 5! i had a lot of fun with this one! bakugou and aizawa are my two favorite characters, so this one was a nice break :)

enjoy :)

[another-whump-sideblog]

12 for puppy

12. “But you said you loved me!”

Amanda, if pressed, would say she had a perfectly happy childhood. She had everything she needed. She always had enough food and felt safe in her home. She had toys and friends. She had her own room. What more could she have asked for?

Maybe if she was closer to the person asking, she would say her parents didn’t really want her, but they didn’t take it out on her. They did everything that could be expected of them. She was cared for and told she was loved. Instead of being bitter about choosing to raise her, they buckled down for 18 years of responsibility.

They saw it as an 18 year job. She knew from a young age that as soon she turned 18, her parents were going to go back to how their lives were before she was born. Which was fine. It wouldn’t be fair to expect her parents to always play the same role. And adulthood always seemed very far away.

She was still caught by surprise when her parents kicked her out on her 18th birthday. She knew they wouldn’t take care of her once she was an adult, but she was still in highschool.

“I can pay rent!” She said. “I’ll just be like a roommate until I finish high school, you don’t have to do anything.”

“We don’t want a roommate” Her mom said.

“Where will I go?”

“We don’t really care.” Her dad said.

“But- but you said you loved me! Were you just pretending the whole time? Or can you just- just turn off your love just like that? I’m your daughter! You’re my parents!” A deep sense of dread was starting to take hold. They were going to kick her out.

“You’re an adult, there’s no need to throw a tantrum. You can pack all your stuff, we have no use for it.” Her mom said.

And so, Amanda did. She had a vague sense that her parents shouldn’t be allowed to do this, that she’s still in highschool and even if that doesn’t count for anything, don’t you have to give a certain amount of notice to evict someone? But… why would she want to stay? She had friends she could stay with, and some with parents nice enough that she wouldn’t have to hide in their closets. She’d be fine. She’d be fine.

She tried, later, to call them and talk things over. They didn’t answer, no matter whose phone she used.

Amanda is gone now. Puppy doesn’t even know her name, and when she reminisces about the time before Master took her, she doesn’t focus on the time spent with her parents. Still, every once in a while, the thought comes up: As much as Master lies, at least she’s never pretended to love Puppy.

[fallmonds]

Hi Hey Hello, Ya know what whump prompt I’m a sloot for? ✨The elusive Neglected Whumpee trope✨ Whumpee has been neglected for their whole life, whether it be by their parents, friends, classmates/peers, or just everyone in general. It gives leeway for perfect touch starved, hurt/comfort scenarios. Especially when you throw a caretaker figure in there.

(I’m new to tumblr, idk what I’m doing, so here’s a whump prompt that really tickles my uvula)

[sadcatjae]

i was reading this post when i thought about a scenario of a whumper who is so utterly devoted to whumpee that it turns into sheer devotion. whumper buys whumpee a nice tv and a new bed with beautiful sheets and brings them only the best gourmet food for every meal. and keeping a high-upkeep prisoner is expensive, and whumper is running low on funds - so they take up a second, then a third job, and they barely have time to see whumpee, let alone eat or sleep, but whatever snatches of time they have together is enough to fuel whumper's obsession - and thus their drive to work themselves to the bone. and over time, whumper starts breaking down, in body, in mind, their clothes hang off their malnourished body, their hands are constantly blistered and bloodied, and sure they've started seeing people that aren't really there -- but it's okay, it's all worth it, because whumpee is healthy and happy and taken care of in a way they'd never been - and that is the only thing that matters :)

Stockholm Syndrome is [chef's kiss] in the whump community but we need more of it's reverse: Lima Syndrome

And I'm not talking about a whumper who's creepy/intimate/yandere right off the bat. I mean I want a Whumper who was 100% all for brutalizing the fuck out of Whumpee, yet somehow, despite it all, Whumper feels themself...falling for Whumpee a little more each time they cut into their skin.

Whumper doesn't know when they started caring about using better quality gauze or letting Whumpee have a proper bath instead of a bucket of cold water thrown on them. They've never paid attention to how gorgeous Whumpee's eyes when they're no longer hidden behind tears until now, or how many cute little freckles they have on their body underneath all those bruises, or how nicely they still try to talk to Whumper even after all the pain they've inflicted. And, oh, is Whumpee so sweet and polite whether they're screaming or not -- Whumper has never experienced this kind of treatment before.

It's such a gradual feeling that they hardly even notice it until Whumpee escapes/is rescued, suddenly hitting them with the awful force of heartbreak and longing and that they need Whumpee back. They promise they'll be nice, they'll be good to them, they'll be anything they want, they'll be everything they need.

No one is going to stand in their way of bringing their one and only back home, where they belong.