#whumpee finally feels safe

[literarystarfish]

When Whumpee finally feels like they are safe. They’ve been rescued and with their Caretaker and finally their constant fight or flight responses stop and they just….

Relax.

For the first time in they-don’t-remember-how-long. Maybe its even the first time ever.

Maybe they relax into Caretaker’s embrace, finally feeling like they can and that nothing will happen if they do. It’s not that they didn’t trust Caretaker, but their body never allowed them to feel safe before. They can enjoy the closeness of someone else for once.

Or maybe its as simple as them finally stepping out of their room— their only previous safe space— and Caretaker tries not startle them with the happy energy they’re feeling. Finally allowing themself to create more room for themselves in their world and their life.

Or maybe Caretaker sets down a plate of food for Whumpee— a full one piled high that they fully expect to be saving at least a majority of for them ‘in case they get hungry later’ but refuse to give them any less just in case— but instead of taking minuscule nibbles like usual, Whumpee chows down. Finishing it completely (and nearly making themself sick because of it) as they finally truly enjoy their food. Instead of being repulsed by it.

Or maybe the release of their anxieties and their fears make them realize just how tired they are. And they pass out the moment their head hits the comfortable, soft pillow that Caretaker had gotten for them. They finally get a night’s sleep that actually felt restful and wasn’t haunted by nightmares.

I just love when Whumpees suddenly realize they are safe.

The final release of tension after all they’ve been through is just 🧑🏻‍🍳💋👌🏻

[whumptydaisy]

Ruined Safety

Gods, you know a whump trope I'd love to see?

Whumpee joining a group or making friends after they’ve escaped or started healing from their trauma with whumper on their own.

Their friends have only ever known them as this happy-go-lucky, sarcastic jokester. Someone who always has a ridiculous quip or joke ready to break the tension. Whose someone people can rely on and open up with to talk about their issues without judgement. Except when they think on it, they don’t really know Whumpee that well. They know they’re nice, and that they can be a joker, but they don’t know anything about their past. Whumpee refuses to talk about it, deflecting with quips and sarcasm and jokes until the topic changes without anyone realizing the questions were never answered.

Whumpee has rebuilt themself from their trauma, they’ve already took the broken pieces of themself that were left after they escaped Whumper and put themself back together as someone new. It’s been years since they were with Whumper and they have no desire to even think about that part of their life again.

...until Whumper shows back up without warning to rip the safety and the life they’ve built for themself out from under them. Reminding them that Whumpee is still just their pet, their plaything in front of everybody they’ve come to care about and and shattering the fragile sense of safety they’d finally come to have. :)

It's even better if Whumpee was actually starting to get close to someone in the group more intimately, finally starting to feel safe enough to maybe let their walls down and be honest with them, just to have the agency of sharing their past and everything that happened to them ripped away by Whumper in one fell swoop as they're dragged away kicking and screaming in chains :) :) :)

[letitbehurt]

Personally I adore Whumpees waking up somewhere unfamiliar; in a dark basement, freshly kidnapped, tied down against the limbs of a chair; in a cold cell, crashing into awareness the moment they feel the hard ground against their cheek; in a warm bed bathed in sunlight, unsure how they got there and trying to sit up only to collapse again, clutching a wound covered in bandages they definitely hadn’t wrapped themself.

[foundfamilywhump]

when the whumpee is reluctant to take needed pain medication because it doesn’t feel safe to. the pills make them fuzzy, cloud their mind, dull their senses. it’s not safe to not be alert, not be attentive. they can’t afford to be in a state where they could be taken advantage of, hurt. caught off guard.

and then there’s caretaker. promising to keep watch. to be their eyes and ears. to keep them safe while they’re fuzzy, out of it, sleeping off the meds and the pain. and whumpee finally is able to get some relief, because they’re brave enough to take the risk and trust caretaker to keep them safe.

[mj-iza-writer]

"Whumpee can I see your teddy", Caretaker reached out for it, "it needs to be cleaned, I'll give it right back when it's done."

"No, no please", Whumpee squeezed it tighter, and shook their head.

"I'm sorry Whumpee, but you were very sick last week. I'm pretty sure you have puked on it", Caretaker knelt down beside Whumpee, "I know it's your comfort item, but how about we find something else for a few hours while I take care of Teddy."

"Nuh-uh", Whumpee squirmed away.

"Whumpee, do you want to help me clean it, or we could make cookies while Teddy gets washed", Caretaker rubbed Whumpee's back comfortingly, "I promise Teddy will come right back to you."

A friend of Caretaker's was listening in.

"If I were you I'd take it from them, they're to old to be acting like that. Honestly to old to have a stuffed toy", the friend frowned.

Caretaker watched Whumpee's eyes squeeze shut as tears streamed down their face.

"I think you need to stop freaken talking", Caretaker growled at their friend, "you have no idea what is going on here. Just mind your business, and let me do my job."

Finally, after a few more tears and bartering Caretaker was given Teddy.

Caretaker had promised to make Teddy smell really good, and Whumpee now walked around the house wrapped in giant soft blanket.

Lastly, Caretaker handed Whumpee a bowl of ice cream.

"I still think it would have been easier to take it away, and let them get over it", the friend frowned as Whumpee walked past with the ice cream.

Whumpee stopped and looked at Caretaker.

"Don't worry about them, go eat your ice cream. I started a movie for you", Caretaker slapped their friend in the back of the head.

"Oww", the friend complained.

"Are you dumb?", Caretaker gritted their teeth.

"No, I just...", the friend started.

"Whumpee came here with that toy. The person who hurt them gave it to them to signify that they were done hurting Whumpee", Caretaker sighed, "if they had the teddy bear, they wouldn't be hurt. They were safe. If it was pulled out of their hands, torture was starting. It wouldn't end until the toy was given back to them."

"Do you see what kind of issues could have happened if I just pulled that away from them. What kind of trauma response I would have to deal with for the next several hours", Caretaker looked at the friend, "it does take more time, I'm aware of that. I had to have some losses to get the win of getting that from them."

"You told them it needed to be cleaned and it had puke on it", the friend pointed out, "you knew what was best, and they didn't listen to you."

"You should have seen how bad it was when it first came here", Caretaker sighed, "covered in blood, and probably several other body fluids. It was dirty and absolutely disgusting. They still clung to it. To them, it means safety. It's familiar to them."

The friend still frowned.

"You smoke right? Do you have your box and lighter?", Caretaker stood.

"Feeling like a smoke Caretaker?", the friend chuckled as they pulled out the box and lighter.

Caretaker quickly grabbed the box and lighter and walked away.

The friend followed, "where are you going? You don't smoke."

"I know, just proving a point", Caretaker went into his office and closed the door behind him.

The door was locked before the friend could grab the door knob.

The friend gulped when he heard the heavy safe door slam shut. Caretaker came out soon after.

"Where's my smokes", the friend went into the office and pulled on the safe door, "Caretaker?"

"I figured I knew what was best, so I took them away. You won't like it for a little while, but I'm sure you'll get over it", Caretaker grinned as their friend tried to guess the combination, "you're acting like a child you know, aren't you to old to have a crutch like cigarettes."

"Okay, okay, you've made your point. I'm sorry", the friend frowned, "can I have my smokes back now?"

Caretaker grinned as he pulled the cigarettes and lighter from his back pocket.

"That's cold", the friend frowned as they grabbed their things back."

"What's cold is telling a trauma survivor, one who has been through so much more than what we will ever know about, that they need to grow up", Caretaker frowned, "have some sympathy."

Caretaker heard the timer for the teddy's wash go off.

"You could have easily went out and bought another pack and lighter. You would have soon forgotten I had those", Caretaker sighed, "Whumpee doesn't get that luxury."

Whumpee rounded the corner, "is Teddy done?"

"Not quite Whumpee, I just need to dry him", Caretaker held up a few scent capsules, "which smell do you like?"

Whumpee smelt every capsule twice until they picked one.

"Good choice Whumpee", Caretaker smiled, "I promise thirty minutes you will have Teddy back."

Whumpee nodded and sat beside the dryer.

"Can I wait here?", Whumpee's lip quivered.

"Yes, you can. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me", the friend followed Caretaker.

"So what did we learn here?", Caretaker looked at his friend.

"That I shouldn't judge. And, that you have a harder job than what I realized", the friend sighed.

"I think you owe Whumpee am apology", Caretaker frowned, "that was quite mean of you to act like that when you didn't know the whole story."

"Caretaker?", the friend frowned.

"No, no", Caretaker waved in disgust, "you know I am protective of my patients that stay with me, if you can not make yourself safe to be around, you will not be welcomed in my house when I have patients here."

"Okay, okay", the friend sighed, then turned to walk back to Whumpee.

They rounded the corner in time to see Whumpee wiping away a tear.

Whumpee looked at them nervously.

"I'm sorry for being mean earlier, Caretaker explained the importance of that bear. I'm sorry if I caused you any flashbacks", the friend tried to make a comforting smile.

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

The dryer dinged, causing Caretaker to quickly walk in.

"Alright let's see", Caretaker opened the dryer.

They carefully pulled Teddy out and handed it to Whumpee, "I made sure to use the gentlest wash and dry cycles."

"Careful Whumpee, we have another hole to patch", Caretaker frowned as they looked into the dryer to see clumps of cotton.

"Another hole?", Caretaker's friend eyed Whumpee.

"Yes Teddy is well loved, they need some patching every once in a while", Caretaker sighed, "Whumpee do you want to fix it now or later."

Whumpee gently cuddled their face into the toy, they took in the warmth and scent.

Whumpee's body shook, "what if... what if there is a time Teddy can't be fixed? What do I do then?"

"We will have to figure something else out then", Caretaker frowned, "I'll try my best to make sure that doesn't happen. Here come help me, you can hold Teddy's hand while I sew."

The next day Caretaker's friend called.

"Hey I have an idea, do you think Whumpee could go to the mall", the friend asked.

"They can, though they are having a hard day, so they will need their wheelchair", Caretaker smiled, "what are you thinking?"

"It's a surprise, can you meet me their with Whumpee", the friend asked.

"Yeah, I can do that. Whumpee probably wouldn't mind getting out, they've been distraught because of Teddy", Caretaker stood, "see you soon."

Caretaker pushed Whumpee through the mall until they found their friend.

"Hey Whumpee", the friend knelt down to eye level with Whumpee and smiled, "Caretaker", they then looked up.

"Hello", Whumpee whispered.

"Whumpee is being extra brave right now. They decided to let Teddy stay at home to rest", Caretaker gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

"That is very brave.... I know that now", the friend smiled and patted Whumpee's leg.

"So we are both curious. What brings us to the mall?", Caretaker smiled.

"I had this thought last night while I was looking at online pictures of my niece and nephew celebrating their birthdays", the friend stood.

"There is a store here where you pick a stuffed toy and they stuff it for you", the friend smiled, "I was hoping you would allow me to buy one for you. You could pick whatever you like. There are even some cute outfits to dress the stuffie in."

"But what about Teddy?", Whumpee whispered.

"This will not replace Teddy at all, but maybe give them a little break", the friend smiled, "you're also trauma bonded to Teddy, maybe you are holding onto a lot of bad memories. Maybe a new stuffie will help you move forward in your healing, and you can make new memories."

"B-but Teddy deserves to heal with me also. They went through everything I went through, then helped me", Whumpee let out a small sob, "I don't want Teddy to be forgotten."

"We will never forget Teddy" Caretaker quickly came around, "I promise Teddy will never be forgotten. Can you take a deep breath for me."

Whumpee nodded and took a shaky breath.

"How about this", Caretaker smiled, "we can set up a place for Teddy. A place of honor. Teddy will be able to watch over you, and you will be able to get them at all times."

"We can even pick out a stuffie for Teddy to cuddle, and they can start healing as well", the friend smiled.

Whumpee thought for a second before nodding, "I-I think Teddy might like that."

"Yeah?", the friend smiled.

Whumpee nodded with a weak smile.

The friend looked up at Caretaker and smiled.

Caretaker smiled back and nodded, "you might have it in you to be a caregiver yourself."

"I don't know about that", the friend started to wall and Caretaker followed pushing the wheelchair with Whumpee, "I don't think I would be able to do what you do. I'm sorry I just now figured that out."

"That's alright", Caretaker winked.

Whumpee shook as they walked toward the different stuffie options the store had.

Caretaker helped hold them up as they looked.

"You said they were having a hard day today... I didn't realize", their friend followed with the wheelchair.

"Yes, Whumpee has good days when they can get around just fine. Days like today, their body just doesn't have enough strength", Caretaker continued supporting Whumpee, "their captors did a lot of bad things to them. Their body had to hold up to a lot of abuse, and it's broken."

Caretaker watched Whumpee, "are you doing alright? Do you want to sit down?"

"I-I think I should", Whumpee wobbled forward, but Caretaker held them up.

"Do you see any you like?", the friend held the chair still while Whumpee sat down.

Whumpee nodded, "uhm, I keep looking at that tan bear. It kind of looks like Teddy."

"It does?" the friend went back to look. They thought about the old bear.

"Well I guess what Teddy used to look like", Whumpee was pushed closer.

"This one?", the friend held it up.

"Yes, but are you sure about this?", Whumpee whispered, "you don't have to."

"No, I would absolutely love to get this for you", the friend smiled as they handed the bear to Whumpee, "I was very mean to you yesterday, and I feel bad that Teddy is falling apart on you. Are you sure this is the one you like though?"

Whumpee looked it over, then nodded, "yes... please."

Whumpee helped push the peddle to stuff the bear, and followed the instructions on the heart.

"Give it a big squeeze to see if you like it", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee squeezed it tightly.

"How does it feel?", the friend watched.

They both watched as Whumpee began to cry.

"Good", Whumpee whispered, "really good, thankyou so much."

Whumpee didn't pick out any clothes until the friend pulled down a shirt that said °Emotional Support Bear°

Whumpee giggled lightly and then nodded.

Caretaker had just covered Whumpee with a blanket when they heard their phone vibrate.

"How are they doing?", their friend had texted, "did the bear work out?"

Caretaker grinned as they sat down across from Whumpee.

They looked up and watched Whumpee's chest rise and fall. They were deep asleep now. The new bear cuddled tightly in their arms.

They snapped a picture and sent it to their friend.

"I can't tell how much this meant to them", Caretaker wiped a tear away from their eye, "you helped them take a big step forward in their recovery. As their caregiver and your friend, thankyou so much for helping heal them."

"You're welcome, I'm glad I was able to do that for them and for you", the friend replied, "have a good night."

"You too", Caretaker stood and retrieved Teddy.

"Alright my dear friend", Caretaker gently carried Teddy to a shelf Whumpee had agreed on.

This shelf overlooked Whumpee's bed, and they would have easy access if they ever needed extra comfort from Teddy.

Caretaker sat Teddy in a weaved basket chair. They rested Teddy's head on a pillow. Lastly, they pulled out the stuffed toy Whumpee had picked for Teddy, and cuddled the arms around the toy.

"Rest well Teddy, you did a good job protecting them. It's my turn now", Caretaker poked the bears faded nose, "I promise they will heal."

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[whomeidontknowthem]

Months after Whumpee was rescued, they found themself in bed early in the morning, bundled in warm blankets, listening to birds singing behind the window and waiting for Caretaker to wake up. They stirred soon enough, tossing around and rubbing their face before finally opening their eyes and meeting Whumpee's gaze. Whumpee seemed relaxed -- Caretaker also relaxed back to warm sleepiness. There was no emergency in how Whumpee looked. There was something -- odd, still.

Caretaker smiled gently and whispered, "hey."

"Hey," Whumpee replied just as quietly, their lips tagging into a half-smile that made Caretaker's heart melt.

But they wanted to make sure. "How are you doing?"

"I'm--" Whumpee started and then paused, eyes growing wide. They sucked in a breath and hid their face, and in half a second Caretaker was hovering above them, not knowing what went wrong. "I'm good," Whumpee managed. And sobbed.

They were good. They thought about it -- about the warmth around them and the one settled in their chest, the softness of their bed and the blessing of being allowed to lie there, enjoying the moment when nothing hurt. About Caretaker and their sleepy smile that made Whumpee feel so warm and safe and...

Happy.

Caretaker's hand hovered over their shoulder asking for permission, always, always, giving them a chance to say no. Whumpee scooped them in a hug, squeezed tightly, overwhelmed with love and relief.

Caretaker made a questioning, still alarmed sound. "It's fine," Whumpee hurried to assure them. "It's just, I'm so-- I'm so happy."

It took a second for the significance of it to sink it, and then Caretaker hugged back with the same needy tightness. Whumpee laughed and hid their wet face in the crook of Caretaker's neck.

They hadn't been sure if they could still feel anything but fear and pain. The discovery was overwhelming.

They could be happy.

And they were.

[redd956]

Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

[echoingalaxies]

cw: hospital/medical stuff mentions, unspecified illness or injury

“You wanna pick up some food on the way?” Caretaker asked, steering her car out of the parking garage and to the intersection.

Whumpee, sitting under a blanket on the passenger seat, watched the hospital disappear as they drove away on the mostly empty highway. He rubbed the pit of his elbow where a small bandage remained to stop the slight bleeding from a cannula.

It had been a long day. New bottles of medicine rattled in the pockets of his jacket when he shifted into a more comfortable position and leaned their head against the headrest. They had sat in the waiting room the whole evening before finally being admitted, and discharged only a couple of hours after. Caretaker hadn’t even tried to argue with the staff anymore. It always ended like this. Not enough beds and not enough people to take care of the ones lying on them.

Whumpee knew he was lucky. He knew he’d be safe going home with Caretaker. But it didn’t mean he didn’t keep dreaming about the day he’d be taken seriously. He’d receive proper care. Otherwise he’d just have to keep going back, over and over again. More pills, more bills, more wasted hours.

“Hello?”

“Oh, uh,” Whumpee blinked, realizing he hadn’t actually given Caretaker a response. “No, I… we should just head home. You’ve got work in the morning, and it’s already way past midnight.”

His stomach let out a loud rumbling sound just then, and Caretaker gave him a quiet look, which Whumpee pretended to not see. He could fix himself a bowl of yogurt at home. Caretaker needed sleep. She deserved it, after putting aside her own responsibilities just to stay with him again.

“What if I told you I already took tomorrow off?”

"What?" Whumpee turned to her, shaking his head. “Caretaker, no. You shouldn’t have.”

Caretaker shrugged. “It’s Friday, we get to have a head start for the weekend. Won’t that be fun?” Her smile faltered slightly and her voice shifted lower, to more serious. “The nurse said someone should keep an eye on you — and I wouldn’t want to leave you, anyway. You still need help.”

Whumpee knew that. He looked down, fidgeting with the hospital wristband. If he’d kept every one of those he’d got even during the past year, he could probably sew them together to make full sleeves for both arms. Money was already tight, as Caretaker worked to support the both of them, and Caretaker missing work because of Whumpee’s various appointments and frequent trips to the ER had had their effect on their income.

“Yes, but…” he said, the familiar tearing feeling of shame finding its place. “I thought we would call Friend or Sibling to stay with me while you’re at work. We have before.”

“Now we don’t have to.” Caretaker glanced at him, frowning. “Do you not… want me to stay?”

“Didn’t they say you can’t keep doing this anymore if you plan to keep your position?” Whumpee asked. “You like your job. I don’t want you to risk losing it because of me.”

“They will understand. I told them it is a family matter.”

Whumpee’s cheeks got hot and he moved his focus away from Caretaker again, watching out of the window instead. They were passing by shops, parks, and pubs, taking many turns in the little streets of their labyrinth of a hometown. Whumpee hadn’t even noticed they had left the main road, but he definitely recognised where Caretaker was heading.

“You didn’t have to lie because of me,” he mumbled, as Caretaker pulled into the parking lot of a local, 24-hour barbeque restaurant they both loved. “About it being a… a family thing.”

Caretaker turned to Whumpee, finally being able to give him her undivided attention as she turned off the engine, smiling softly.

“I didn’t.”

[whumblr]

Sleepy

“Welcome back.”

Whumpee blinked a couple times and stared into the amused eyes of Caretaker, who was smiling at him from behind his desk.

“I didn’t go anywhere?” he muttered. Whoa, his voice was all gravelly. Weird. He shifted on the sofa where he’d been splayed out for the afternoon, helping Caretaker finish some work. His body felt all heavy, his movements sluggish… actually, everything from his thoughts to his limbs all went on a slower pace.

And when he couldn’t stifle a yawn, the gears clanked into place.

“Wait, I fell asleep?!” he bumbled, mouth still mid-yawn.

“You were even snoring.”

He gaped at Caretaker, pushing himself up to a slightly more dignified reclining position. The silence between them broke by the slither of paper slowly sliding from his stomach and scattering over the floor.

“Oh shit.” He startled up, hand reaching out in a half-hearted attempt to catch the files.

“Given the content of what you’re reading… not very surprising," Caretaker said, no scorn of judgment in his voice whatsoever.

If those legal documents were indeed the cause of him nodding off, Whumpee swore he’d find a way to smuggle all the confidential files out of the building and use them that very night. But somehow he doubted the dry sentences were the reason.

“How long did I sleep?”

A quick glance at the clock. “Over an hour now.”

“Why didn’t you wake me? I promised I’d look this over for you.” He waved with the papers he now tried to put back in order.

Caretaker shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.”

Whumpee wiped a hand over his face and sighed into his palm. “God, I do. I did. I haven’t slept like this in…” Months? Not since— He shook his head. And to feel groggy, like this? Usually when he woke up, he could feel he wasn’t rested but his body and mind shot to alert as soon as he would open his eyes and wouldn’t go back to sleep again.

To actually feel his body begging him for more sleep now, just to turn over and close his eyes again for a minute. Gods, it felt like heaven.

He gave in and closed his eyes again. Everything turned heavy, but not in a bad way. It was comforting. “Of all places to finally get some sleep,” he mumbled, “it’s in your bloody office.”

“Maybe you feel safe here.”

Whumpee smiled, eyes still closed. Yes, safe. With you.

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[serickswrites]

Dart

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, unconsciousness

"Fuck," Whumpee whispered as the world spun around them. The sharp pinch in their side told them that they hadn't hidden well enough. Told them that they had failed to keep themself safe. Told them that Whumper had finally caught them.

As they collapsed to their knees, they could hear the approaching boot steps of Whumper. Could hear Whumper's dark chuckle. Could hear their own labored breathing.

Whumpee fell forward, no longer able to keep themself upright. Unconsciousness threatened to suck them under as the darkness around them built. They could barely feel Whumper grab their ankle. Could barely feel the ground beneath them. As they slipped completely into the darkness, they could only hope Caretaker and the others would see what had happened and find them soon.

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[kywaslost]

Hiya! I read your platonic shinsou fanfic and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic where y/n (fem please) is a pre-teen and gets adopted into the erasermic family but she has a fear of men, and she struggles to do things because she's worried she would look bad/they might do something. Thank you if you do xxx

You’re Safe Here - Shinsou Hitoshi

A/N: Now that I’ve written this entire thing, I’ve realized my dyslexic self read your request as mainly Shinsou. I feel stupid. I’m so sorry lol. If you’d like me to rewrite this I will. I was going to but I really like how this turned out. Please forgive me <3 I also used the prompts below that I found because I thought they’d fit the request.

Prompt/s Used: Lighting whumpee’s favorite candles, or listening to their favorite music, to tell whumpee that the space is theirs and that it will always be safe. / You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. / You don’t feel safe here, do you? 

After being tossed between foster homes for so long, you should be ecstatic to finally be adopted, right? Except you weren’t. You were petrified, to be honest. Usually, you’d meet your supposed new adoptive family and spend time with them while papers and forms were filed and signed, or at least that’s what you’d heard from other foster children throughout the years. But for some reason you were told to back your bags one day to meet your new family. And to top it all off, you were being adopted into a house consisting of only men.

It was a childish fear, to be afraid of almost every male on the planet, but it’s not like you can help it. Men from your past weren’t kind to you, resulting in an aversion to guys of almost every age. You avoided them when you could, fearing they would criticize you, or worse, use you. Being a young female in today’s society isn’t always easy, and you thought it would be safer to just avoid men as best you could.

You met your new fathers first. They were the ones to pick you up from the park where they agreed to meet you with your social worker. They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t help but hide behind your social worker as they approached you.

“Excuse her,” your social worker smiled. “She’s a bit weary around men.”

“That’s alright!” The one with blonde hair smiled widely. “We understand!” The man was practically vibrating with excitement. So much so the man behind him had to place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, Hizashi. You are going to overwhelm her.”

You shot the black haired one a grateful look, thankful for his calmness. You were overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, and you couldn’t help but fear the blonde.

“I’m Shouta. Shouta Aizawa,” the second man said, crouching down a few feet in front of you.

“And I’m Hizashi Yamada!” The blonde smiled brightly, standing beside Aizawa.

Shouta slowly extended a hand out towards you, offering a small smile. “I understand that this is very overwhelming for you. A lot of new changes and new scenery, and I understand you are a bit afraid. How you feel is valid, I promise you. We will be here every step of the way to help you through it.”

You looked between the two men, then to your social worker. She just smiled and nodded encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached out and took Aizawa’s hand. That’s when your social worker patted your shoulder, then voiced that she’d be taking her leave now that you were in the hands of your new caretakers. Your breathing hitched as you watched her leave, panic slowly taking over your body. You jerked your hand back from Aizawa, pulling it to your chest without any thought, too caught up in trying to suppress an oncoming anxiety attack. 

“That’s alright, you don’t have to touch me yet. That’s ok, take your time,” Aizawa said calmly. Both him and Hizashi started to notice your growing panic, glancing quickly at each other before Aizawa stood. 

“Hey, why don’t we sit, yeah?” Hizashi offered, worry clear in his eyes. You nodded sharply, slowly following Hizashi over to a bench. He let you sit down before asking, “Can I sit over here?” He motioned to the other end of the bench and you nodded. You pulled your knees up to your chest, closing your eyes to concentrate on your breathing. 

Eventually you evened out your breathing and calmed your nerves ever so slightly. Uncurling yourself, you stood as you took in one last deep breath. Aizawa was sitting in front of you again, watching you closely. So was Hizashi.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m ok now.” 

The two men also stood. “Don’t apologize,” Aizawa said softly. “Take as much time as you need. We can sit here longer if you’d like?” You shook your head.

“You’re sure?” Hizashi asked and you nodded in response.

“Let’s get you home then.” 

You followed them to their car, freezing as Hizashi opened the door for you. You began to shake slightly again. Getting into the car encloses you with two men whom you barely knew. Needless to say, you were uncomfortable.

“Would you feel more comfortable if we walked?” Aizawa offered from the driver’s side of the car. “We aren’t too terribly far, it shouldn’t take too long. Would you feel safer if we walked?”

After thinking about it, you mumbled a quiet, “Can we?”

Hizashi responded, “Of course!” He turned to his husband. “I can come get the car later after patrol.”

You met their son later that night once dinner was served. It took a while to get used to the thought that you had a family now, and you spent several hours on the couch in the living room trying to grasp the fact that you were now living with three men. It calms your nerves to know that Aizawa and Hizashi were pro-heros, and their son was a hero-in-training, but that didn’t mean you were still on edge. You knew very little about your new family, and until then you would hypothetically sleep with one eye open.

Shinsou seemed nice enough, and he even watched whatever you wanted while your new fathers got ready for patrol. You assured them that you would be alright staying behind with Shinsou, and they apologized profusely for not being able to get out of work for the night. 

Once they had left, it was just you and Shinsou sitting in the living room. You were curled up on one end of the couch, and he was at the other end, giving you your space. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye, afraid he may make a move when you weren’t looking. The purple-haired boy noticed your staring, then turned his gaze from the tv to you.

“You don’t feel safe here, do you?” He asked. His question caught you off guard, and you didn’t answer. “Dad and Pa told me that you may be on edge for a while, that you had an aversion to males. I can only assume it has to do with childhood trauma? You don’t have to tell me. But if you do decide you want to. I’ll be here. I’m a good listener, and I don’t know, I always find it easier to talk to people closer to my age. And if there’s anything I can do to help this transition be smoother for you, please tell me.”

Tears brimmed your eyes as you looked away, nodding. “I think I’m going to go take a shower,” you said as you stood, hugging yourself tightly.

Shinsou nodded, eyes softening. “Ok. Do you remember where the bathroom is?” He helped you find everything you needed, even offering you a pair of his sweatpants and an old shirt to change into.

You took your time in the shower, even taking a moment to sit and cry. It had been a long and tiring day. You were so excited to have a permanent home, but still nervous given the situation. Once you had composed yourself, you stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

The house was silent as you stepped out of the bathroom, just as it was before. You could hear the TV in the living room where you assumed Shinsou still sat on the couch. Except when you entered the hallway, you could hear music coming from further down the hall. You made your way to your new room, not thinking much of it. Shinsou’s room was across the hall, so it could have been him.

You pushed your door open, standing still in the doorway when you took in the room. Your stuff was still sitting on the end of your bed, except now there was a lit candle on your night stand. And the music was coming from your room. A laptop sat open on the small desk in your room, spotify open and playing your favorite music artist. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hitoshi said behind you. You turned around to see him standing in the hallway. “Dad and Pa had a list of things you like, so I looked at it.” He smiled softly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I-I wanted you to know that this is your space. You’re safe here. So,” he chuckled, “the candle is, uh, it’s (fav. scent). And I made that playlist while you were in the shower.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful Hitoshi was.

“I’m adopted, too, and it was difficult for me at first. And dad did something similar for me. It helped me so I thought it’d help you.”

Shinsou froze as you dove into him, hugging him tightly. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and hugged you back just as tight.

“Thank you,” you cried into his shirt. “Thank you, Hitoshi.”

He smiled, so proud of you hugging him despite your fear. “Of course. Anything for my new sister.”

[chiharuuu22]

One thing that made Caretaker feel relieved was when she finally saw Whumpee crying.

Whumpee, who has never shown specific emotions, never complains, always carries on, and gets through all his difficulties and suffering. Alone.

That day, Caretaker just sat opposite Whumpee. Staring into his eyes while holding his hand. Saying that now Whumpee is safe, everything is finished, and he can let out all the things he has been holding back.

Whumpee was silent at first, but when finally Caretaker took him into her arms and gently rubbed his head and back, Whumpee sobbed and started crying. Whumpee cried loudly in the Caretaker's arms, complaining of pain from all the wounds on his body, saying that he was scared, saying that he was tired, and explaining haltingly and incoherently everything he had been through.

Caretaker didn't say anything; she just kept quiet and rubbed Whumpee. Even though Caretaker felt a prick in her heart, she honestly also felt relieved. Whumpee, who always stood up straight, finally collapsed with a cry. Until finally, Whumpee fell asleep in Caretaker's arms and was then slowly laid down and covered by Caretaker. Sometimes, Whumpee sobbed in his sleep, but at least he didn't wake up until morning.

The next day, when the sun was high, Whumpee finally woke up with puffy eyes. Caretaker smiled and helped him wash his face with cold water and compress his eyes. Whumpee smiled a little, and Caretaker felt it was another step towards Whumpee's recovery.

[jump-in-the-whump]

so give it to me. prompts for a whump who's overly optimistic but has severe ptsd and has a bit of a setback/state of regression pls? 🙏 (with their partner being the caregiver)

you asked and you shall receive. here's some prompts for you!

Whumpee’s smile is bright as ever, but Caretaker catches the slight tremble at the corners of their mouth, the distant, haunted look that flickers in their eyes before they quickly look away. They keep up their cheerful chatter, but their hands fidget and twist in their lap. Caretaker sits beside them, listening patiently, and Caretaker’s understanding smile breaks through their defenses. “It’s okay to let down your guard with me,” Caretaker whispers. Whumpee exhales slowly, finally letting the forced cheer slip away, and leans into Caretaker’s arms, grateful for a moment to just be.

Caretaker wakes up to the sound of Whumpee’s muffled whimpering, their fists clenching the blankets as they twist and turn in their sleep. They’re mumbling reassurances to themselves, as if trying to convince their own mind that things are fine. Caretaker, moving slowly and carefully, sits beside them and places a calm hand on their shoulder, murmuring words of reassurance. When Whumpee wakes up with a start, wide-eyed and gasping, Caretaker offers a gentle smile, whispering, “You’re here. You’re safe.” They stay close until Whumpee’s breathing evens out, rubbing comforting circles on their back.

Whumpee is overly enthusiastic about running errands, chatting brightly as they walk alongside Caretaker, practically skipping down the street. But the crowds and noise seem to overwhelm them more than they expected. Their chatter falters, and they start to tense, breaths coming quicker. When Caretaker notices Whumpee gripping their own arms tightly, blinking too rapidly, they gently steer them towards a quieter side street. “Let’s take a break,” Caretaker says softly. Whumpee looks up, forced optimism crumbling as they murmur, “I thought I was ready for this.” Caretaker just smiles. “You’re doing great. Let’s just breathe together.”

Whumpee insists they’re okay, smiling with a forced brightness that doesn’t quite reach their eyes. Caretaker knows the signs: Whumpee’s hands are trembling ever so slightly, and there’s a tightness in their posture, as if holding themselves together by sheer willpower. Caretaker gently asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Whumpee’s smile wavers for a moment, their shoulders slumping before they give in, whispering, “I don’t know.” Caretaker sits down beside them, letting them lean their head on their shoulder, and quietly reassures them that it’s okay to feel however they feel, without needing to pretend.

Whumpee is in the middle of an animated story, smiling and laughing, when something they say suddenly brings back a memory they weren’t prepared for. They fall silent, their expression going blank as they stare off, lost in the memory. Caretaker notices the change immediately and doesn’t interrupt, waiting for Whumpee to come back to the present. When Whumpee finally snaps out of it, they look at Caretaker apologetically, as if they’ve done something wrong. Their hands shake as they murmur, “I thought I was done with this.” Caretaker wraps an arm around their shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’ll get through this, together.”

Thank you for the ask, i loved writing these and i hoped you like them. <3

[whumporama]

Whumpee who always kept their hair short, because if it was longer, Whumper(s) would grab it and drag them around.

Years after being freed, they finally grow it out, feeling safe for the first time in their life.

[tender-traps]

post-captivity whumpee living with someone who’s not cruel to them for the first time ever

thinking their attachment to their caretaker means they’re in love with them

finally feeling safe enough to talk about something that’s bothering them and confessing their feelings

caretaker not only not feeling the same way but also not sure if this is a bad sign

AND not wanting to crush whumpee’s feelings the first time they’ve really opened up

pain

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee had no bearings on where they were as per normal.

A blindfold was tied tightly around their head, and noise canceling headphones had been placed over their ears. The normal for them for however long they had been captive.

They tried to readjust how they were knelt, but a light smack on the head told them all they needed to know.... 'don't move.'

They could feel rain falling on them, that and the small puddle of water forming where they knelt told them they were outside. A stream of drool escaped around the huge gag in their mouth. That mixed with the rain felt so gross to Whumpee as it dribbled to the ground.

It was warm out, Whumpee realized. It was cold when they had been taken.

"Hmm", they moaned in discomfort, then received another smack...

'Don't talk', they told themself.

Suddenly they felt someone beside them. This person cupped their face and pulled them to rest against their leg.

Whumpee didn't fight, they knew better then to fight what their captor wanted.

The hand caressed Whumpee's cheek lovingly, but the person then seemed to disappear from beside them.

Next thing Whumpee was roughly pulled up. They weren't given enough time to stand correctly before they were pulled along by someone.

Whumpee staggered and fell forward. Whoever was roughly handling them ended up dragging them.

"Umph", Whumpee groaned as they were put into a car. They realized though they hadn't been thrown into the trunk like earlier.

Hands started to touch them, they took a deep breath as they wondered what was happening. They knew they shouldn't fight, but what was happening made them anxious.

They felt the blindfold being pulled away, it was soaked, and it moved along their face like slime. The headphones were finally removed. They hadn't had those off for a long time.... months they thought. Though, time was a blur when you couldn't see or hear anything.

They didn't have enough time to think before they were leaned up to unbuckle the gag.

They were finally allowed to recline back into the seat.

They fearfully held their eyes closed though. They didn't want to know what was happening and who was doing it. They just wanted to get it over with.

They felt the person cutting the ropes that bound them tightly. Then the person moved down to cut the ropes away from their ankles and legs.

They took that moment to squint and see who had them now.

"Master?", Whumpee weakly whispered.

"Finally, you opened your eyes", Whumper smiled weakly, "I have you, you're safe now. I promise."

Whumpee felt tears flood their eyes as their Master finished cutting away the ropes.

A blanket was wrapped around them, then Whumper wrapped them in a hug.

"I have worked so hard trying to find you and get you back. I am so sorry it took me so long", Whumper's voice shook.

"What did you have to do to get me back though?", Whumpee questioned, knowing it couldn't have been cheap or easy.

"Don't you worry about that", Whumper frowned, "ju-just worry about healing now. I'll take care of you. Just heal."

"I want to know", Whumpee whispered as they breathed in Whumper's familiar scent.

"I uh, offered my services", Whumper admitted, "I had no other way. They agreed the moment I said it. This was planned... kidnapping you... negotiations. They knew what they were doing."

"Master you.... you shouldn't have done that", Whumpee sighed, "I'm not worth it. You could get in trouble if they catch you actively working again."

"Whumpee you're worth so much, I wish you knew that. I couldn't leave you in those conditions", Whumper squeezed them tighter, "don't worry, my plans are already in motion."

"Plans?", Whumpee whispered tiredly, the warmth coming from Whumper was making them sleepy.

"Don't worry Whumpee, just rest now. Everything is okay", Whumper rubbed their head for a few minutes until they felt Whumpee go limp.

"Whumpee is asleep, begin phase two of my plan", Whumper told the driver.

"Yes sir", the driver reached up to a radio, "all points, phase two has begun."

Whumper pulled out a bottle of pills, "this isn't exactly my favorite thing to do to my prized possession, but I don't need them caught up in any more of my business."

Whumper placed a pill in Whumpee's mouth and held a bottle of water close to their lips.

"Whumpee", Whumper whispered, "take this really quick. It will make you feel better."

Whumpee tiredly swallowed the medicine before falling asleep again.

The car stopped and another car appeared.

"Take them to the safe house. You will be told when to move. That sedative will last a few hours", Whumper got out and walked to the other car.

Whumpee woke up in a cage about the size for a bigger dog. They looked around weakly.

"Was it a dream?", Whumpee sat up as best they could in the cage, "but I'm not blindfolded or tied up."

Someone entered the room.

Whumpee had seen this person a few times, but had never interacted with them.

"Ty-Tyler?", Whumpee whispered, "what's happening?"

"Oh good, you're awake", Tyler knelt down, "Master had me bring you back to the safe house, he had some work to do."

"Why the cage?", Whumpee held onto the bars, "I won't fight you, I promise I won't."

"I know Whumpee, it's so I can make sure you stay put, and where I leave you", Tyler unlatched the door and handed Whumpee a water bottle, "plus pets belong in cages... right?"

Whumpee took the bottle and chugged it.

Tyler waited patiently for the answer.

"Yes sir", Whumpee held their head down, remembering their place just then.... Master's pet.... the villains's most prized possession. The rumors made a couple of the guards and staff treat Whumpee like a dog, and they hated it. They were more to their master than a dog.

"Good Whumpee", Tyler stood, "I've never been in charge of you so I don't exactly know how you work yet."

"Where is Master?", Whumpee frowned, "may I know?"

"Working, he wasn't about to let those people get away with kidnapping you", Tyler grabbed a few things, "he wanted to make sure you were out of the way while he dealt with them."

"He said he traded his uh, skills to get me back though", Whumpee frowned when they felt their stomach grumble loudly.

Tyler grinned as he grabbed a sandwich he had made earlier.

"Yes, that was to get you back" Tyler slipped the sandwich between the bars, "did you really think he'd do that though. He wanted to get you out. Now that you're safe, he can raise hell on them."

"I hope he does. That was a horrible experience", Whumpee took big bites of the sandwich, "I'm starving."

"I see that", Tyler turned when they radio came to life.

"Phase three has begun, all points, you know what to do."

"Phase three?", Whumpee questioned.

"You know how organized your Master is", Tyler turned, "do you need anything? I'm sure he wants you to rest."

"May I um, take a bath? I haven't had one in a long time", Whumpee looked over themself.

"I'm sorry, the safe house doesn't have running water, you'll have to wait until we get home. Plus, I have to be ready to move you at a moments notice", Tyler reached for a towel, "do you want to wash down with this?"

Whumpee looked at it, then looked down, "no thankyou, but I understand."

"Go ahead and rest, you'll be getting pampered again soon enough", Tyler grinned.

Whumpee did as they were told, but looked up.

"Could I have that blanket from earlier please", Whumpee pleaded.

Tyler left the room for a few minutes then came back with the blanket.

Whumpee covered themself up, and laid down again.

Tyler softly whistled as he sat and played cards.

"Phase three was a success, moving to four", the radio came on again.

Tyler eyed Whumpee with an evil grin.

"Come in, Tyler", the radio came on with Whumper's voice.

"I'm here", Tyler answered, "we're both safe."

"Good", Whumper chuckled gleefully, "you may bring Whumpee home, everything is straightened out."

"Yes sir, we will be heading out soon", Tyler sighed in relief.

Whumpee jolted up when the cage shook lightly.

"Come on, we are going now", Tyler opened the door and watched Whumpee crawl out.

"Is everything okay?", Whumpee stretched for a moment and watched Tyler push the cage back to its original spot.

"Everthing is fine, I just received permission to bring you back home", Tyler turned, "will you behave, or do I need to tie you up for the ride?"

"Please I beg of you, don't tie me up. I'll be good I promise", Whumpee whispered, "I've had enough of being tied up."

"Alright then", Tyler turned.

"Can I ride in the front seat please", Whumpee went to follow.

"What?", Tyler turned back with a shocked expression.

Whumpee winced back from Tyler, "I-I'm sorry."

"How do you think you're allowed to ride up front?", Tyler scolded.

"Th-the others let me. I'm sorry, please don't yell at me", Whumpee started to back away and tears threatened to fall, "I've been blindfolded, unconscious, or in the trunk for the last few months", Whumpee quickly wiped their eyes, "I just wanted t-to l...look."

"No you may not ride in the front. You can see just fine in the backseat", Tyler turned again.

Whumpee leaned against the door of the car. They tried to lean as far away from Tyler as they could.

Hunger and sadness weighed heavily in their stomach.

A restaurant came into view. Normally, everyone would stop and get Whumpee a treat for being good, but Whumpee already knew that wouldn't happen today. As they drove past, Whumpee grew even sadder.

Finally they pulled into Whumper's compound.

Some guards stood in the front of Whumper's home.

"Hmm I'm surprised Whumpee didn't sit up front, they like being up front", one guard commented.

"Maybe they were tired, it's probably been a long few months", the other guard stated.

Tyler came around and opened the door to let Whumpee out.

"He didn't let them shower", a guard looked at Whumpee concerned, "oh maybe they didn't have any fresh clothes."

"No, I took a clean pair the other day knowing the safe house would be used. They had soap, shampoo, and towels to clean up", a guard took a few steps down to get closer, "they look horrible. Uhm, go tell the Master we need to clean Whumpee before they're brought to him. He won't be happy to have them presented like this."

The guard went down the last few steps.

"Here is the dog", Tyler commented, not reading the frustration in the guard's stance.

"Don't go far, Whumper will want to talk with you", the guard frowned, "Whumpee, come along. We need to get you cleaned up."

Whumpee shook weakly, "may I have a snack please."

"Yes, you most definitely can", the guard frowned.

Whumpee was finally getting their much needed bath. Another staff member was serving them food by the fork full.

"I'm just wondering why you are not at least a little cleaned up", one of the maids sighed as they scrubbed more of the dirt away, "I can understand being a little dirty, but it doesn't look like you tried."

"Tyler said the safehouse didn't have running water and offered me a dry towel", Whumpee looked for another bite of food, "he said he had to be ready to move me quickly."

"I'm surprised you are so hungry. There should have been plenty of food at the safehouse to feed both of you. We stocked it to be certain", one of the guards sighed, "tell us what exactly happened there. Did he take care of you at all?"

Whumpee looked down shyly, "he fed me a sandwich and a water bottle a while after we got there. I was told to rest mostly. He kept me in the cage. He did let me have the blanket back after I asked for it. It was still damp from being on me earlier. I don't really want him to take care of me again. I felt humiliated."

"I'm sorry for getting after you for not cleaning properly", the maid sighed, "let's lean you up to clean your back."

"It's okay, please be gentle. I'm hurt really bad on my back", Whumpee sighed.

"Did you get any medical attention? Did he do anything at all?"

"No", Whumpee shook their head.

"We gave him a checklist on everything he needed to do while there. You just came out of a nightmare, and you needed to be taken care of", the guard frowned, "I will let Whumper know immediately."

"Oh my... look at this", the maid turned to the guard.

"I was to afraid to tell him I was hurt and I didn't have time to tell Master during the chaos", Whumpee winced again, "it's hurting a lot worse now."

The maid frowned and looked at the guard, "Whumper needs to see this."

"I'm so sleepy", Whumpee sighed tiredly.

"I think its infected", the maid pointed at a few spots, "plus I think they are growing more lethargic."

Whumpee moaned a little while their back was cleaned.

Whumper had heard about everything and sent for the doctor to check on Whumpee.

Whumpee rested in their bed as the doctor checked them over. Their maid was given the medication and instruction on how to administer it.

Finally Whumper came in.

Whumper carefully moved Whumpee's shirt to look at their back.

"I'm gonna kill them", Whumper frowned, "I trusted them to take care of you, and they did nothing."

"Master", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes Whumpee, I'm right here", Whumper knelt beside the bed, "you're home, safe and sound."

"I don't want Tyler to take care of...."

"No no, Whumpee", Whumper interrupted, "he will never be responsible for anything of mine again. He is going to be severely punished for how he treated you. I promise."

Tyler nonchalantly walked into Whumper's office and sat down.

"Did I invite you to take a seat?", Whumper frowned.

"No sir", Tyler quickly stood up again.

"I'm not happy with you", Whumper looked up, "sit down."

Tyler gulped and sat.

"I reviewed the list you received on how my property was to be treated. What steps you should have taken to take care of them. The guards tell me you locked Whumpee in a cage, lied about the lack of running water. They came home hungry when there was plenty to eat there. They have a huge infection now because they didn't receive medical care on time. The safe house was prepped for you both to be their for quite a few days. Why was Whumpee neglected?", Whumper tried hard not to yell.

"I didn't know how long we would be there. What would have happened if they were in the midst of bathing and we needed to move?", Tyler argued, "I thought I did pretty good taking care of the dog. Especially for my first time."

"What did you call them?", Whumper felt their blood boil.

"Dog, they're your dog. Are they not?"

"I really want to kill you right now", Whumper almost reached for their gun, "Whumpee is my prized possession, you do not get to refer to them as such."

Tyler frowned, "I'm sorry, I did the best I thought I was doing."

"No you didn't.... maybe this would have been different had nothing been prepared and the safe house didn't have running water. You had an entire checklist", Whumper stood, "you did nothing."

Whumper reached for their gun, "I don't sense any remorse coming from you. That tells me just how much you care about this job."

"No please, I'm sorry", Tyler pleaded.

"Now you're sorry", Whumper aimed.

Whumpee jumped when they heard the gunshot.

"Did Master just...?", Whumpee looked at a guard who was stationed to watch over them.

The guard nodded, "it's for the best", they whispered.

Whumpee looked down, "may I go and see Master... please."

"You may not leave your bed due to your injury, and Whumper sounds busy", the guard frowned, "I will request for them to come and see you if you like."

"No thankyou, I appreciate it though", Whumpee frowned.

The guard was relieved from their duties and went to Whumper to tell them what had happened.

Whumper hurried to Whumpee's room in hopes of settling their nerves.

"Hey, your guard said you had gotten concerned when you heard the gunshot", Whumper knelt beside the bed and cupped Whumpee's cheek, "I'm sorry to have startled you."

"I-I didn't know you planned on killing them", Whumpee whispered.

"You know I don't mess around when it comes to you and your well being. After everything you just went through... there was no way I'd let someone get away with treating you like that", Whumper frowned, "you know you are my most prized possession. I am so happy to have you back."

Whumpee blinked away the tears in their eyes, and nodded.

"Okay so you have me for the next little while. What would you like to do? We can play a game, read a book... anything you want... name it, and it will be done."

"Can I... would you cuddle with me", Whumpee whispered, "that's all I wanted for the last few months was to be cuddled and loved."

"Yes absolutely", Whumper kicked off their shoes and climbed into the bed.

Whumpee was gently pulled close and spooned comfortably against Whumper.

Whumper could feel how tense Whumpee was as they squeezed them in a hug.

"I can only imagine how scary it was the last few months. I am so sorry that you had to go through that", Whumper whispered as he played through Whumpee's freshly washed hair, "I have you back now, and I am so so so happy you are home."

"Thankyou... Master", Whumpee seemed to be growing heavy eyed again, "I'm sleepy", they breathed in Whumper's familiar cologne."

"It's alright", Whumper leaned in and kissed Whumpee on the forehead, "go-ahead and get some sleep, you deserve it and the doctor says you will heal better with a lot or rest", Whumper continued to rub Whumpee's head, "I'll be right here when you wake up."

Whumpee's eyes opened and closed a few times before they finally dozed off.

"My sweet pet, how dare someone employed by me mistreat you so horribly", Whumper sighed as he took Whumpee in, "you are my dearest possession."

Whumper started to doze off as well.

They also hadn't gotten much sleep the last few months while trying to get Whumpee back.

They couldn't bring themself too. Not knowing where Whumpee was and how they were, it didn't feel right to have good nights of sleep.

The maid came in a little later to check on Whumpee and was surprised to find the master was asleep as well.

They smiled as they pulled the covers over the sleeping pair, and dimmed the lights.

"You both deserve a peaceful goodnight of sleep", the maid whispered, then closed the door.

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