#whump scenarios

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Small Moments

its the small moments in whump for me, those glimpses right before and after your character loses it all in no chronological order

-- the hitched breath after a blow to the face

-- the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and the flinching when the door opens

-- the soft sound, more animal than human, when whumpee pulls a blood-drenched hand away from their side

-- caretaker leaning over whumpee, whispering assurances that they cant keep

-- when the curses catch in whumpee's throat and all they can manage is a strangled, don't...please

-- when whumpee stumbles and clings to the doorway. better when they look up and meet caretaker's eyes. The slow, dreaded realization. caretaker lunges forward, but not in time to catch whumpee

-- when whumpee's head hits the tiles with a thud

-- the panic they swallow down when they see Whumper for the first time

-- the added details of used knives, splattered with dried blood, faded from crimson to rusty brown

-- the dead, hollowed-out light in whumpee's eyes after they're rescued

-- coughing that turns into whumpee doubling over, and desperately, so desperately trying to hide the fact they coughed up blood

-- a still hand, palm up on the floor, and no semblance of consciousness. The pool of blood around them is growing

-- caretaker pausing-- oh. oh god-- when they rush through the door to rescue whumpee, their eyes widening and stomach dropping, before cutting whumpee down from their restraints

-- Whumper tracing whumpee's jaw with the tip of their finger. "Now, isn't this nice."

-- When Whumper kicks Whumpee when they're already down and all Whumpee can manage is a small curse.

-- When Whumper yanks Whumpee's head up by their hair and Whumpee has to squint because of the sudden, sharp light

-- whumpee clutching a sink for a long moment before turning on the faucet and splashing water in their face to hide the fact they've been crying

anyway.

this.

[orangeduckweed]

TW: drugging

imagine your whumpee so pumped full of drugs that they can’t think anymore. their eyes are glossy and vacant. their existence reduced to a dull ache.

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: PTSD/trauma, begging, recovery.

Strong, independent characters who could easily throw anyone across the room without breaking a sweat, saying 'please' when their loved one goes to do something they don't want them to do. Like touching a scar on their body that they got during a traumatic experience, or going to do something that they see as mundane/normal but really upsets Whumpee.

When they say 'please' and it means 'I won't stop you if you try to but please don't'.

And while their loved one does not understand at all, they slowly nod and step away, at least feeling a little better upon seeing Whumpee's shoulders relax.

[echoingalaxies]

“I will do anything,” Caretaker pleaded from their knees. “Just – don’t hurt him. He’s not your enemy. I am.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes, considering, but did not let go of Whumpee, whom he had pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around the throat of the defenseless boy, who didn’t have enough life in him to put up a fight anymore. “What do you have to offer?”

“What do you want?” Caretaker stared at Whumper. “My life? My freedom? Let him go and whatever it is you want from me, I will give you without a fight.”

“I want you to suffer,” Whumper spat, fingers tightening around half-conscious Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s breaths were becoming more shallow and raspy, and Whumper grinned toothily at the pure panic and desperation on Caretaker’s face. “And what would be a better way to make that happen than through him?”

[inkwell-and-dagger]

living weapon whumpees who, during the first few months of recovery with caretaker, are foreign to the concept of comfort‼️‼️‼️

have them flinching away from caretaker's soft touch because they believe they don't deserve it‼️‼️‼️

have a caretaker gently massage living weapon whumpee's shoulders, soothing words further adding to whumpee's overall confusion before they eventually lean into caretaker's warm touch‼️‼️‼️

have caretaker's soft words and hands holding whumpee's face snap them out of their conditioning after something / someone accidentally triggered them, startled at first before recognizing that, caretaker wasn't a threat, they were safe with them and that whumper wasn't here anymore ‼️‼️‼️

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker thinks they're dead.

They see whumpee laying on the ground, they're not moving a muscle, they can't even see breathing. Caretaker checks their pules first, their heart doesn't beat until they feel whumpee's first.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

🖤 Protective Caretaker Trying to Hold Back 🖤

Maybe Caretaker doesn’t know whumpee that well, or they have a formal working relationship with strict standards. Maybe whumpee is an ex pr an enemy or really dislikes them for some reason. But for one reason or another, Caretaker is the last person whumpee would turn to for help.

Yet Caretaker can SEE that something’s wrong, and it’s driving them insane with worry. They can’t eat. They can’t sleep. They’re pacing around in protective fury. But they have to play it cool.

Caretaker trying to keep a straight face while talking to whumpee and not show pity. The whole time, their fists are clenched in sympathetic rage, nails biting into their palms.

Does whumpee notice? Maybe they react with annoyance at Caretaker’s concern, confirming that it’s not their place. Or maybe they seem to want to connect, but stop themselves with a muttered, “Forget it, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.”

Caretaker talking to whumpee’s friends/teammates and trying desperately not to ask how they’re doing.

Caretaker noticing a bruise or a strange, dead look in whumpee’s eyes, or even just whumpee being absent. They can’t think about anything else for the rest of the day.

In the mirror: “It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business, it’s none of my business…”

Caretaker encountering Whumper and trying not to attack on sight.

After a tense conversation with Whumper and/or whumpee in which they all pretend nothing is wrong, Caretaker goes on the other room and starting vomiting, crying, screaming into a pillow, etc.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you hear?” And they tell Caretaker something terrible that happened to whumpee. “I’m sure they’re fine though. Wait, why are you shaking?”

The day after Caretaker learns what happened in full, their room is trashed. They’ve torn apart everything they could get their hands on in an effort to quell the vengeful, protective anger. But it wasn’t enough. The weapons are gone, and Caretaker is nowhere to be found.

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: Whump {Ateez x Gn!Reader}

Scenarios: Whump; how they would take care of you and react to you taking care of them.

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader; Choi San x Reader & Song Mingi x Reader (All Gn!Readers)

Requested By Two Different Anons (during Milestone Event)

Warnings: Mentions of illness/sickness, injuries, general whump stuff.

A/N: Thank you to everyone for waiting patiently for me to get back into finishing the requests I got for the milestone event. <3 If anyone wants the other 4 members for this let me know!

Words: ~1.2k

Kim Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong is sick or hurt, he doesn't tell you how bad it is so you don't worry.

But you find out anyways (usually after interrogating Seonghwa)

Hongjoong likes to take care of you, and doesn't want you to worry too much over him.

But you don't listen to him.

When he hurt his knee during dance practice, though it wasn't serious, you still offered to help him.

You got him things around the dorm.

Reminded him to take his pain killers, massaged him, ran him a hot bath, etc.

Though he felt bad about you taking the time to help him, he really did adore the way you took care of him.

He always returns the favor in kind, when you get sick or hurt.

Though you tend to take care of him with gentle softness, he is a bit more forceful (in a loving way).

"Don't you dare try and get that yourself."

"If I come back and you aren't still in bed you wont get any food."

"Take your medicine or I am leaving."

It's never really mean, and always has a tinge of humor to it, and you know it's cause he hates that you are hurt/sick.

The worst thing he can imagine is you being hurt, so he tries his best to make you better faster, or to distract you so you aren't suffering.

He is also very very sweet when you are sick or hurt.

Cuddles just for you, gentle massages or fingers through your hair.

Bubble baths, kisses, etc. Anything he knows would made you feel better.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho adores how you hover over him when he is sick or hurt.

He watches you with an adoring smile as you carefully read the directions and warnings of his medication and barely listens as you explain it to him.

He is so distracted by how cute he thinks you are that he forgets he is sick or hurt in the first place.

TOTALLY uses it against you.

"What do you mean you're leaving? " I just need to go get some things from the store." "What am I supposed to do then?" "I'll only be twenty minutes you'll be fine."

Hits you with the 🥺🥺🥺 and you can't help but give in.

Takes full advantage of having you around, cuddles that he refuses to end, hot baths he insists you have to share with him.

Everything you do for him when he is hurt/sick will be returned in kind.

You get a cold?

He buys every medicine he can find, twenty types of tea, cute stuffed animals, soups, etc..

He is checking your temperature, brining you cold rags to wipe your head. And the whole time he has a pout on his face.

Because he can't stand you being upset or sick.

Wishes he could trade places with you.

Doesn't care of he gets sick from cuddling with you.

"Then we will be sick together."

If you are hurt, ooohh booyyyy, pout x100.

Doesn't let you do anything.

You could hurt your wrist and he won't let you walk around.

"It could get worse!" "My wrist?" "Yes!"

You both hate when the other is suffering, but love the domesticity of taking care of one another.

Choi San:

Similar to Yunho, San loves how much you care for him when he is sick or injured.

Acts like a baby if you aren't giving him enough attention.

Steals kisses anytime you are close.

"You're gonna get me sick!""

"Then it will be my turn to take care of you."

If you are gone for too long he will text you with dramatic ass texts.

"I think I'm dying." "Why?" "My chest hurts." "WHAT?" "Because you aren't here." "Boy I swear to GOD."

Sweet smile the whole time you are taking care of him, even if he is miserable he feels like he is in heaven.

Changes your contact name to Cute Nurse. Does not change it back once he get's better.

When he finds out he did end up getting you sick, he actually feels really bad. But does as he says, and takes care of you this time.

Changes his name in your phone to Doctor Sexy, does not want you to change it back.

If either of you are hurt from an injury, taking care of each other becomes routine.

San will drag out his injury, pretending it's worse than it is just so you stay.

And as an excuse to get more shared baths out of you.

You of course see right through him.

However, if you are injured, he is so afraid to hurt you he barely comes near you.

"San, it's fine I promise." "But what if I hurt you?" "Then be gentle. I promise cuddling with me will not make my concussion worse."

Super delicate and caring with you when you are hurt.

Will fight the other's if they try to mess with you.

Makes you promise not to get hurt again.

Song Mingi:

Mingi says he doesn't want you wasting your time looking after him.

But you know he secretly loves you being around more often when he is sick/hurt.

You can tell by the soft smile on his face as he is watching you fuss after him.

Showers you with compliments because he adores you.

"You're so cute." "You'd make a great nurse/doctor." "But I don't want you taking care of anyone else." "Maybe I should by you a uniform"

Tries not to abuse the power he as over you when he is hurt/sick, but does use it as an excuse to make you stay with him.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night and need help?" "Then I guess I'll have to stay." "I guess you will."

You are really good at consoling him when he is injured and misses out on some band activities.

You distract him with games, and keep him occupied. And he loves you so much for it.

Such a baby when it comes to you being hurt or sick.

Pouting constantly, wants to wrap you up and keep you safe from the world. Because how DARE you get hurt.

Many, many, gentle kisses to make you (and himself) feel better.

When you are sick he is not sure what to do or how to take care of you, but bless him he is trying his best.

"Here's your medicine." "Why is it so hot?" "I thought you were supposed to warm it up?" "Its cough medicine not tea."

But when you accidentally roll your ankle when on a jog, he knows exactly how to take care of you.

Is a bit over the top about it though.

And by that I mean he will carry you literally everywhere.

Need to go get water? He wont bring it to you, but he will carry you bridal style to the fridge so you can get it yourself.

He thinks it funny. You think it's ridiculous, but in a very cute way.

xx End xx

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[whumpluv]

whumper forcefully grabbing whumpee's jaw to force eye contact while they speak because "don't you know you're supposed to look at people when they're talking to you? didn't caretaker teach you any manners?"

[whomeidontknowthem]

The slow fading of memories as the weeks of Whumpee's imprisonment turn into months that turn into years. Everything that they once held dear is now nothing but a faded impression they uselessly cling to.

Their friends, their hometown, the foods they used to like, the books they read, the hundreds of little habits they had never really noticed, all beaten out of them over and over and over again. In the beginning, they found comfort in closing their eyes and imagining the gentle touch of Caretaker, their soft voice giving them strength to hold on just a bit longer.

What will they do when they can no longer remember their face?

[the-bar-sinister]

Violating the thin line that exists between holding and wielding power over someone and dominating them sexually. Without anything actively sexual actually going on.

[whumpdrivethru]

can i get a whumpee in a straitjacket pls???? Thank you so much

Hi there! Coming right up! Thanks for choosing the Whump Drive Thru!

“Your latest escape attempt has irked me, to say the least,” Whumper drawled.

They approached Whumpee with something concealed behind their back.

“I do everything for you, give you all you could ever want,” they went on, “yet the moment my back is turned, you try to leave me. Why do you keep trying to leave me, Whumpee?”

The gag in Whumpee’s mouth kept them from answering, and the two agents holding them down on either side kept them from scuttling back in their chair. Whumper produced what they had been hiding from behind their back, and Whumpee visibly paled. A straitjacket, with buckles and straps going all the way down to the ankles rather than stopping at the waist. Without warning, Whumper and the two agents began to wrangle them into it, despite their muffled protests and pleas. By the time it was on, Whumpee had tears streaming down their face.

The agents zipped up the suit, and Whumper started to pull and buckle the straps. Whumpee squealed from the sudden compression- the straps were far too tight. Whumper circled them until they were right in front of them once again. They reached out a hand and wiped the tears from their face. Whumpee flinched hard, nearly toppling over.

“Oh Whumpee,” Whumper sighed, “do I have to give you a drug as well?”

Whumpee shook their head fervently. Whumper held up a hand, then nodded to their agents. One of them produced a syringe, handing it to Whumper.

“Mmph!” Whumpee pleaded desperately, new tears forming.

“Well I can’t give you a pill with that on,” Whumper said, tapping their gag, “I’m afraid this is the only way you can take your medicine.”

Whumper brushed Whumpee’s hair from their neck and injected the contents of the syringe into their system. Whumpee cried out through the gag, the sound never making it out of their throat.

“Shhh, all done,” Whumper said, kissing the injection site, “it’s alright now.”

Whumpee took shallow breaths through their nose which steadily became deeper as the drug sucked them down into a forced calm. They slumped forward in the chair, their hair falling like a curtain in front of their face.

Whumper nodded to the agents, who left the room. They scooped their captive up in a bridal carry and brought them over to the bed. They laid them down on the soft mattress, then started to apply the bed’s straps to their suit; this would keep Whumpee from falling out. Once that was done, they pulled the blankets up to their chin.

“Some time like this will help you reflect,” Whumper said gently, “I do hate to punish you so, but it’s necessary.”

Whumpee avoided Whumper’s gaze, their glassy eyes growing heavy. They wriggled in their excessive restraints, trying and failing to get free. In their stupor, they still tried to beg through the gag.

“Mmm…”

“I know I said I hate to punish you like this, but I must admit, you are adorable in this state,” Whumper said, carding a hand through Whumpee’s hair, “maybe your punishment should last a little longer.”

Thank you again for choosing the Whump Drive Thru! You have been served by Huffle! Have a wonderful day!

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Recovery, past torture, PTSD/trauma, chronic pain.

"I want you to ask for something," Caretaker gently requested. "Anything at all. Ask, and it's yours."

"I don't know what to ask for," Whumpee whispered. "Everything I had- everything I was, was something Whumper gave me. That's all I know."

Caretaker sighed from their spot on the floor. Their arms were draped across Whumpee's lap, their side pressed into the couch that they were sitting on. "Okay. Let's work with that, then. Did Whumper ever do anything for you that you enjoyed? Do you have any... not-so-bad memories while you were there?"

There was some silence, only broken by the occasional sniffle as Whumpee attempted to think back. They could feel Caretaker's warm gaze focused solely on them, waiting ever so patiently for a response.

"Sometimes... sometimes, if they pushed me past my body's limit, they'd lie me down and massage my joints until the pain wasn't so bad. I liked that." They were embarrassed to be telling Caretaker anything. It was hard to get the words out without their breath catching or their mind stumbling over certain syllables. "Everything always hurts now. I want... I just want some relief."

"You're asking for a massage?"

Whumpee tilted their head further down and nodded. "Yes."

"I can do that." They felt Caretaker intertwine their hands together in an effort to reassure them. "There. Your first request since you got back. That's good, right?"

Caretaker was smiling when Whumpee finally glanced back up at them again. It helped their own muscles to relax just a little, feeling less as though they were preparing for an attack at any moment. "You'll really do it?"

"Of course." Caretaker gave them a friendly pat on the leg as they stood up. "How about we grab some food and then you can show me what hurts, yeah?"

Unable to help themself, Whumpee gave a teary nod and smiled. "Okay."

[echoingalaxies]

We know kicked puppy and wet cat characters, but what about scared hedgehog characters? Curled up around themselves trying to protect themselves from the world with their tough appearance but really they're just sweet and vulnerable and afraid.

[fern-writes-whump]

Oh my god how have I not talked about nightmares yet?? It has to be one of my favourite tropes ever

Oh we have more than one bed? Too bad I had a nightmare come here

Nightmares getting so frequent that poor whumpee decides to straight up stop sleeping. Which. They obviously fail miserably at because now they're just collapsing in the middle of the day

Waking up screaming bloody murder and scaring the shit out of caretaker

Waking up screaming and making whumper even more mad <3

Not being able to tell if they're awake or not

Just sleep paralysis in general

Waking up from a nightmare convinced they're still in whumper's clutches

Having a nightmare where caretaker is hurting them and not wanting to explain why they're so skittish around them all of a sudden

Just.. ✨️nightmares✨️

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpees bedroom had anything they could ask for. A massive bookshelf, TV, music, a silk laveshing bed.

Whumpee pulled back the curtains and sighed. It was hard to look out the window with thick metal bars caging them here.

Whumpers voice called them lovingly downstairs for dinner.

Whumpee wished they could go home.