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rosewriteswhump · 8 months

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Could i request a landon and elliot drabble ?? Maybe Lyra wanted them to spend more time together and landon is kind of nervous of making elliot scared since he isn't exactly the most gentle person. But he ends up reading elliot a story until elliot falls asleep in his arms and thats when Lyra comes in and shes like melting at the cuteness and reassurance

sorry for rambling

Of course! This is such a precious idea!

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Content: fear of physical abuse, very brief mention of noncon

"You're-You're leaving?" There were tears in Elliot's eyes and his lower lip was wobbling pathetically. He looked so frightened, and the sight all but broke Lyra's heart.

Lyra, Karine, Broderick, and Yvonne were all gathered at the front door, grabbing their coats and bags as they prepared to run their respective errands. Elliot was stood before the group, trembling.

"Only for a bit. It won't be all day, I promise," Lyra assured him.

Karine frowned. "I'm sorry, bud. Broderick, Yvonne, and I have to meet with a colleague about, uh...something. We'll probably be out for the rest of the day."

Yvonne smiled sadly. Placing a gently hand under Elliot's chin, she planted a small kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry, love. We'll be back tonight. Landon will be here to keep you company, all right? We love you." She ruffled his hair a bit a tapped the tip of his nose before giving him a warm smile and walking out the front door. Karine and Broderick were quick to follow her.

Elliot looked up at Lyra as the door shut behind his other teammates, his tears starting to overflow. "Please-Please, don't go."

Lyra sighed. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I just need to head out to the farmer's market to grab a few things. I won't be gone long, and it's like Yvonne said, Landon will be here to protect you. He's ordering pizza as we speak and you'll have the whole house to yourselves. He'll take good care of you, I promise."

Elliot sniffled. Their words did little to quell the growing fear and anxiety in the pit of his stomach. As hard as Landon had been trying, he was still such a large and imposing presence that Elliot couldn't stand to be around. It made Elliot feel so unbelievably guilty, but he couldn't help it. Every time they were alone together, Elliot expected Landon to beat him or humiliate him or force his legs apart.

Lyra could see the panic on Elliot's face and quickly kneeled down in front of him. "Hey," they whispered gently. "It's okay. I promise it's okay. Has Landon ever hurt you before?" Elliot whined and shook his head. "Then why would he start now?

"B-Because n-no one will b-be here to-to s-stop him," Elliot mumbled.

Lyra frowned. "Sunshine, he won't hurt you. I promise. I'll be back as soon as I can. Would it make you feel better if I had a talk with him before I left?" Elliot thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay. Then, wait right here. I'll be right back." With a quick kiss to Elliot's cheek, Lyra stood up and made their way into the kitchen, where Landon was just getting off the phone.

Landon looked up when she entered the room. "Hey, Lye. Pizza's been ordered. How is he?"

Lyra sighed and shook her head. "Not good. He's really scared. He looked like he was about to throw up."

Landon sighed. "Really? I thought he was getting used to me."

Lyra shrugged. "I guess that's only when all of us are in the house. He said that if the rest of us are gone, there's no one to stop you from hurting him."

"But I would never hurt him!" Landon exclaimed.

"I know that, but he doesn't. I need you to be extra gentle with him today, Landon. You two used to be really close, and I want him to trust you again, but that entirely depends on you. You didn't exactly make a great first impression after we rescued him."

Landon rubbed at the headache forming behind his eyes. "I know. I want him to trust me too, but I don't know how to get him to."

Lyra shrugged again. "I can't tell you how to make him trust you. You'll have to figure that out on your own."

Landon rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the pep talk, Lye."

"Figure it out, Landon," Lyra said. "And if you hurt him, I swear to god, I will end you." With that, they turned and left Landon staring out into the living room where Elliot was hugging himself and trembling on the couch. They gave Elliot one last hug before telling him goodbye and walking out the door.

Landon saw Elliot shudder and heard a tiny whimper when the door shut behind Lyra. He was pretty sure he could see Elliot trembling. Landon sighed. He could be gentle. It was just like taking care of Colleen when they were kids, only Elliot's fears were so much deeper and darker than hers.

Landon slowly entered the living room, careful to make his presence known. He didn't want to frighten Elliot by being too quiet. Elliot looked at him briefly before turning his eyes to the ground. Landon shifted his weight nervously. "So, uh...I ordered pizza. Shouldn't take too long to get here, so...I hope you're hungry." Elliot didn't react. "I got your favorite. Pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese, right?" Elliot still didn't react. He was shutting down, and Landon couldn't let that happen. He had to figure out a way to make Elliot feel safe.

Landon rushed over to him, which only served to make Elliot flinch. Landon silently cursed himself as he sat down in front of Elliot. "Elliot? You okay, bud?"

Elliot looked at him. "Y-Yes, Sir."

Landon's heart dropped. It had been so long since Elliot had called him that. He didn't mean to scare him. "You seem a little on edge. Is there anything I can do?"

"N-No, Sir. I'm o-okay."

Landon sighed. He didn't know what to do. "Would you...like to talk?"

Elliot glanced at him again. "About what, Sir?"

Landon shrugged. "Anything. If something's bothering you, we can talk about it. If there's anything you wanna get off your chest? Or even if you just want to talk about...I don't know, cats or something. We can talk about anything."

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Cats, Sir?"

Landon nodded. "Yeah, you like cats, right? I think I remember you saying something like that once."

Elliot's cheeks turned bright red. "Well, I, um...y-yes, Sir."

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed. I'm not really a huge fan of cats, but we can talk about them if you want. Anything to make you feel more comfortable."

Elliot hunched his shoulders in slightly. "That's okay, Sir. We-We don't have to t-talk about something you-you don't l-like."

"I mean, it's not like I hate them or anything. I'm just not a huge fan of house pets in general."

Elliot nodded. "I-I see." He lowered his head even further and continued to fidget with his hands. He picked at the skin around his fingernails until they were red and raw.

Landon sighed. They weren't getting anywhere. Elliot didn't seem more scared of him, so perhaps that was something to be happy about. Still. Elliot couldn't seem to take the "Sir" title out of his mouth. Landon would need a different strategy. Luckily, he had another idea.

"Wait here, Elliot. I'll be right back," Landon said.

Elliot nodded. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

Landon didn't waste any time. He rushed to Yvonne's room and scanned her bookcase. She could've had hundreds of books in there, which Landon supposed wasn't a bad thing. He didn't know what most of them were about, but he wanted something light and fluffy; something that wouldn't stress Elliot out or scare him out of sleep. Eventually, he landed on a thick book called Worlds Away with a picture of a purple Earth ringed in gold on the cover. Reading the synopsis, it seemed like something Elliot would thoroughly enjoy. It was a beautiful book. Landon just hoped it would be enough to help Elliot relax.

Elliot was still in the same position when Landon returned; curled up on the couch with his knees up to his chin.

Landon's heart dropped, but he forced a smile to his face. "Hey, I got a book from Yvonne's room. Thought maybe I could read to you again."

Elliot glanced at the book, then up to Landon, and then back again. His expression was difficult to read. The idea didn't seem to disinterest him, though he didn't seem particularly thrilled by it either.

"That's-That's very kind of you, Sir."

"Yeah? Is that okay with you? I want you to be comfortable, so we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Elliot nodded. "I-I'd like that, Sir. Thank you very much."

Landon smiled and slowly sat down beside Elliot on the couch, careful to keep a healthy distance between them. He turned to the first page and started to read aloud. It wasn't long before Elliot scooted a little closer in order to see the pages, even though he couldn't read them. Landon gladly tilted the book so that Elliot would follow along, internally sighing in relief that Elliot was comfortable being close to him.

Landon read for so long that he didn't stop until he heard snoring beside him. Landon had just finished chapter twelve when Elliot fell asleep. The boy's head was resting on Landon's shoulder and his mouth was hanging open. Drool dripped from his open lips and onto Landon's t-shirt, but Landon didn't mind. At least the boy could get some rest.

It was then that Landon realized just how heavy his own eyes were. So, he leaned his head on the back on the couch and allowed himself to doze off. He'd never been a particularly avid reader. Perhaps he'd simply done too much reading for one day. Landon was out moments after he closed his eyes.

. . .

Lyra was terrified when they walked through the door. They had no idea what to expect, but they hoped for the best. They'd only been gone a couple hours, but their anxiety had been eating away at them since the moment they'd stepped out the door. Elliot had been so terrified to be alone with Landon. The look on his face was absolutely heartbreaking. Even though Lyra knew that Landon would never do anything to hurt Elliot, there was still a tiny voice in the back of their mind that worried that Elliot's fears had been confirmed.

When they finally stepped through the door, however, what they found washed a flood of relief all throughout their body. Both Elliot and Landon were fast asleep on the couch, a book open on the larger man's lap. There was an untouched box of pizza in front of both of them and a blanket over Elliot's small shoulders.

Lyra smiled and quickly fished their phone out of their bag in order to take a picture before either man could wake up and ruin the precious moment.

I hope you enjoyed!! Poor Landon has no idea how to deal with Elliot, but he's learning and eventually, Elliot will be as comfortable around him as he is around Lyra.

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Or if you only want to be tagged in main chapters

#this is so cuute!!!#loved this drabble!#rose reblogs

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rosewriteswhump · 9 months

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i did not flirt lol

i adopted them they are my children

Tagging @nullbutler, @livelaughwhump and anyone else who wants too!!

Thanks for the tag @thelastplantagenet 😊💚

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

feel free to play if you’d like :)

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 @with-the-words-all-wrong

#cropping didn't work rip #rose reblogs #tag game

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rosewriteswhump · 9 months

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Chapter 18 is in the works!! I repeat, it's in the works!!

I'm thoroughly enjoying it so far! Hopefully it won't take ten years to come out😅

#yayayay #can't wait!!!#rose reblogs

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rosewriteswhump · 9 months

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I'm back!

forgot i had this blog and have been having writer's block but want to do stuff. ask any question from previous ask games and I will have the character of your choice respond! if you don't give me a number on 1-6

1 marlier

2 dawn

3 harley

4 cedar

5 bear

6 alice

#rose rambles #im bored join me in hell

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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Masterlist

Picrews: Marlie and Dawn, Marlie, All Characters, Fairies

My Art!: 1, 2

drabbles will be on the original masterlist!

#rose whump #rose writes #marlie briarwing #rose rambles #dawn briarwing #human whumper #fantasy whump #fairy caretaker #fairy whumpee #Mistake

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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update

restarting and recreating the world so i can keep track of it. masterlist will now be called old masterlist and picrews will be added there

#rose rambles #rose whump #rose writes

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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Mistake ch 4

Cw: past abuse, past kidnapping, panic attack mention, crying, repressing emotions, self deprecation, let me know if i missed anything and i'll fix it asap!

Marlie stared at the blank notebook in front of her. Any words she could have used to describe her feelings turned static as she tried to write. The only thing in her head was an image. The young fairy's hand shook as the pen scratched the paper, lines going from light to dark and thick as some nearly tore the paper. When she finished, Marlie had drawn several exact figures, whispering some phrases and screaming others. Marlie had drawn a tiny fairy in the middle, crushed under the weight of the human's cruel words. Her body finally relaxed as she set her pen down. She stretched back, bones popping. Marlie stood from her desk, leaving her room.

Harley looked up from their crossbow, setting the tools down, and smiled gently. "Hey, want to watch a movie?" They asked.

Marlie was startled, surprised Harley had stayed home. "Um, sure. I thought you went with the guys and Dawn." She anxiously sat on the couch, bringing her knees to her chest.

"Dawn went with them because they are reckless, and she needed to get you something. When- um, you ran from Alice, did anything happen?" Harley had always been good at reading people, and it was a good skill for finding peaceful solutions or firing a warning shot.

Marlie stiffened, anxiously picking at her nails as she averted her eyes. "Yeah, something did. I-I was caught in a hunting trap; I was so sc-scared. I still feel bad about it. I know it's not my fault, but maybe if I was n-nicer and just could do what she asked-- maybe, sh-she wouldn't have been so mean."

Harley sighed, gently ruffling the fairy's hair. "You know it wasn't your fault, right? Was it one of those nets humans use for turkeys?" They had given Marlie their full attention, expecting her to brush everything off.

"That's what it was. Cedar got me out before the humans came back. You all keep saying that, but I can't believe it. Can we start with dinner? I feel the Bear and Cedar will be really hungry when they get back." Marlie smiled- it looked genuine- the only exception being the nothingness reflected in her once bright eyes.

Dawn poured over her healing spells, quietly reciting incantations and taking notes on spells on which she needed practice. The door to her room was open, allowing the voices of her friends to reach her. A sudden knock brought her out of her books, and she turned around from her desk.

Cedar was standing in the door frame, eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry. He waited until Dawn said he could come in before shutting the door behind him. "Okay, so ya know Marlie's been doing pretty good, right? Well, she's bottling things up again- I think. She flinched when Bear dropped a plate, and it shattered. Mar squeaked and looked like she was gonna break down. Harley had me help Bear while they took Mar outside to get some air." Cedar ran a hand through his short, fluffy black hair and green eyes, and he continued after a few moments of silence. "Mar came in first, kinda frustrated like she got before Alice happened, like when she didn't want to talk. Um, Harley stormed in a few minutes later, cursing that human, and they looked pissed. Mar ran off to her room and locked the door, but there was no light in her eyes. She doesn't even look alive! Check on her cos if Harley is worried, it might be bad." He sat on Dawn's bed, looking down at his hands as he folded them in his lap. "I know how bad humans can be. I don't want her to end up like any other victims."

Dawn gently closed her book, listening to the whole story and worry growing the more Cedar rambled. "Cedar, I know you've been hurt, and Mar is open to you about the torture because you understand it. I know this whole thing is triggering for you. Thank you for telling me and being so attentive to Marlie. I can talk to her later tonight. Do you need a hug?" the healer asked, sitting next to her friend and opening her arms. Cedar nodded, leaning forwards and ducking his head into her shoulder. He took some deep shuddering breaths, willing himself not to cry. "It's okay to cry. I won't judge you or tell anyone if you'd like." Dawn tilted her head to kiss the man's head, red braids shifting slightly, and her glasses slipped down her nose.

The combat fairy cried, his tears soaking his young friend's shoulder, and he clung to the back of her shirt. "I-I just want her to be okay. I don't want to see my path of suffering repeated. It hurt so much to bottle everything up." Cedar listened to Dawn's humming; the melody was comforting and helped him relax as he slowly pulled away. "Thanks, I'll be okay. Check on Marlie, I know you will but, I'm worried and don't want to intrude."

Dawn offered a warm smile, her turquoise eyes filled with kindness and care. "She trusts you not to hurt her. I can't say for sure when she will feel safe with all of us again, but it will happen. If you're worried why don't you go foraging with her tomorrow? Both of you could use the fresh air." She left her room, knocking gently on the door across the hall.

Marlie opened the door, blank exhaustion on her face. "Dawn?" Said fairy nodded, unsure of what to say. "You can come in…I, um," The pale, freckled face looked up at Dawn, eyes watering. "Can we talk?" Marlie whispered, closing the door behind her sister. She sat on her bed, relaxing, when Dawn wrapped a weighted blanket around her.

"Of course. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll listen. Do you want a hug?" Dawn was next to her, a warm glow emitting from her wings as the sun finished setting.

Marlie took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in her throat before speaking. "I-I was just so stuck in my head, and all I can do is think of Alice's rules and the punishment for breaking them. I-it hurts cos I know you aren't like that, and no one here is. B-but I can't stop expecting it." the head of rusty hair curled closer to Dawn, a gentle embrace keeping her safe. "I hate being so scared all the time and that I only know how to repress it." Marlie shuddered briefly, breath trembling as she tried not to cry. "Dawn? Why am I so stupid and weak?"

Dawn frowned, slowly brushing some of the long hair away from Marlie's face. "You've been through hell, Alice added to your struggles." Words have weight -they always have-but when the cruelty is the heaviest; almost nothing makes it through the first few times. "I know you didn't have good teachers either. It's gonna take a long time, and we will all be here while you unlearn this. You aren't stupid or weak. I promise, sweetie."

Taglist: @nullb1rdbones

as usual ask box is open for any questions you have for me or my ocs!

#tw crying #tw past abuse #tw: panic attack #tw self deprecation #tw repressing emotions #implied kidnapping #harley foxglove #cedar nightshade #fantasy whump #fairy caretaker #dawn briarwing #marlie briarwing #rose writes #fairy whumpee #rose whump #human whumper #alice #bear nightshade #rose reblogs

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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Mistake Crew Personalities Part 1

This will get long so everything will be under the cut.

CW: mentions of past trauma, abuse, and phobias

Picrew

MARLIE

Myersbriggs: INFP-T

Age: 150

Appearance: Rusty red hair and brown eyes, entire body covered in freckles and wings shaped like 1940's plane wings.

Her heritage is something she isn't aware of, thinking Dawn is her biological twin. However, Dawn's mohter wsa friends with Marlie's. Marlie's mother died in child birth, telling her friend to keep Marlie away from her husbands side at all costs. Marlie would not suffer the abuse she had.

She has always been quiet and shy. As a child she was bullied for anything and everything. It hurt her and made it easy for toxic friendships to last longer than they should have. Alice was the only one to return. Marlie loves animals and spends her free time tending to them or anything creative. Dawn is her safe space.

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Taglist: @nullbutler

let me know if you want me to add or remove you!

ask box is always open for me and my ocs!

#rose whump #marlie briarwing #rose rambles #fairy whumpee #fantasy whump #my ocs #picrew

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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have Marlie and Dawn!

Bunny Picrew Tag Game

I was tagged by @world-of-fire-and-flight (thank you!!! I love bunnies and this picrew is adorable! <3)

The aesthetic matched my OC's from Don't Bite the Hand so on the left is Charlotte and the right is Uno.

they look so far away from each other. That's definitely not foreshadowing...

I'll tag... @i-can-even-burn-salad @verkja @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @whither-wander-whump no pressure! Here's the link.

#rose reblogs #marlie briarwing #dawn briarwing #fairy caretaker #fantasy whump #fairy whumpee

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rosewriteswhump · 10 months

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five comfort characters, five tags

i didnt want to derail the post w niche friend ocs lol but i rly dont watch shows so all my comfort characters r just..... friend ocs..... thank u @why-dontiknow for the tag, ive been horrible w tag games recently but tonight i rly needed a distraction

1. jim lieberman (@whumpsday hi bestie u thought i'd say kane didnt u. well im keeping everyone on their toes. also bellamy tbh, close second)

2. christopher kotev (@zillastar13 i bet ur surprised- ok maybe im not always striving for unpredictability)

3. vasiliki christakos (@quietly-by-myself 👉👈 listen- listen...... listen............... theres just smth abt him ok)

4. teddy warfson (@emmettnet i was debating. rly debating putting cyrus. and honestly its still a tie in my heart i love both of them so dearly and theyre SUCH comfort characters)

5. and well i feel like this has a lot to do w some other things, but our own blorbo w @whumpsday, ambrose caruso. he makes me feel SO comforted whenever i write him

uhHhHhhh tgaging.. tagging others.. if i already tagged u bc ur blorbo makes me feel like im covered in a warm fuzzy blanket, and u want to do it, please go ahead. and then uhhh @a-crumb-of-whump @rosewriteswhump @hidden-dreamland

literally zero pressure tho

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rosewriteswhump · 11 months

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I do have one trope/scenario that has been squatting in my brain penthouse if you'd like to write! I've been thinking of Whumper who has got a very quiet, and obedient servant with a pretty scrawny appearance at first glance (also a whumpee) but whumper has had them Thoroughly trained for combat. So when a newly obtained, fiesty whumpee wants to challenge Whumper to a fight, Whumper won't even let whumpee have a chance unless they can first win against their servant

tw beating, broken bones, blood, power dynamics, dehumanisation, royal whump

"I'm not going to hurt an innocent. Especially not one that you've already tortured plenty." Whumpee gestured toward Servant with a disgusted look. "What do you take me for? Stop being a coward and hiding behind other people's morals."

Whumper gave them a lazy once over, waving them off. "You do not deserve my time, mutt. But if you entertain me a bit, and you win, maybe I will grant you the privilege of being beaten half to death by someone royal. If I were you, I would thank me profusely for the mercy, and get to it."

Whumpee was trembling with rage. Clearly, Whumper had no honour. No spine. How could they ever go up against Servant? The poor thing looked tired and starved, and entirely brainwashed on top of that. Whumpee had no doubt in their mind that they would fight to the death if Whumper told them to, and they didn't want that. They didn't want to hurt someone so fragile for Whumper's enjoyment. It went against every single value they held as a fighter.

"I will fight you, and if you won't stand from your throne, I'll drag you onto your feet." They took off, running towards Whumper with the full intention of bashing their skull in. But around halfway through, they were kicked in the side with such force that they toppled over, rolling along on the floor until their body hit the stairs leading up to where Whumper was sitting. They gasped for air, cluthing their side and wincing when they felt something crack under their hand.

They quickly pushed themself to their feet, only to find Servant already preparing to land another kick. They didn't have enough time to dodge, taking their heavy work shoe to the stomach, and then their heel to the back of their head as soon as they doubled over from the pain. Their face connected with the floor with another crack, blood gushing from their newly broken nose.

"The feeling is not mutual, I'm afraid," came Whumper's distant, mocking voice. "The innocent will gladly hurt you."

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

#the angst yessss #rose reblogs

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rosewriteswhump · 11 months

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Hey you.

Does your Whumpee wear an accessory, like a scarf or a headband?

Gag them with it. Watch how embarrassed and angry they are over being gagged with something they usually wear a lot. 😈

#ohh especially if it makes whumpee feel safe #rose reblogs

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rosewriteswhump · 11 months

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For the niche scenario request:

A smaller (female) caretaker with a bigger (male) whumpee, where the whumpee is very drunk or drugged or incapacitated in some other way and can barely hold themselves up.

It‘s a caretaking dynamic I really enjoy but rarely see :))

tw alcohol, emeto, drunk whumpee, past trauma, death mention

"I c'n 'andle m'self..."

"Yes, yes. I know." Caretaker tried to sound gentle, but it was borderline impossible with the way she was exerting herself. She managed to get a taxi for the two of them, but even just supporting her friend from the car up the several flights of stairs to their apartment was an incredible workout. "You're handling yourself really well."

Whumpee made a sound that eerily resembled someone who was about to throw up very soon, and Caretaker tried to pick up the pace a little. She fumbled with the keys for what seemed like an eternity, but thankfully, they made it to the bathroom before anything disastrous could've happened.

"There you go... Just get it all up, you'll feel better..." She rubbed his back while he retched, over and over again, throwing up nothing but pure vodka. He'd drunk on an empty stomach again. She winced at the thought. "I'll bring you some water-"

Whumpee grabbed onto her pants in an instant, face contorted with terror. Well, at least tried to, but his uncoordinated fingers refused to grip the fabric well enough to hold back anyone. The intent was clear. "No! Don't leave me, please! Please, I can't do it all alone again, I can't, I, I- I'll die this time, I'll die if I have to do it again, I know it-"

"I'm not leaving," she said emphatically. "I'm not. It's okay. You're okay."

She gave in and sat down on the floor, letting Whumpee somehow worm his way onto her lap. Just a few minutes ago, it was completely obvious that he was twice her size, her aching muscles were proof enough of that. But then, at other times... he just seemed so small. She had no idea how anyone could curl up so tight.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I... I know you don' like when... I drink... I was jus' so sad... 'm so sorry..."

"It's okay. I get it."

She really did. Not only was she perfectly aware on a logical level that trauma like his would make anyone turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms, she'd also had her fair share of personal experiences with it. She had come out of that phase before it could've gotten too bad. She could only hope to help Whumpee do the same.

"Just rest now. We'll sort out the rest tomorrow."

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

#alcohol #drinking #death mention #past trauma #emeto #aww this is sweet!!!#rose reblogs

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