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jordanstrophe · 5 months

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Whumpee's only semi-conscious when they're rescued. Caretaker tries desperately to hug them, but whumpee doesn't have energy to lift their arms; so caretaker half-drapes them across their chest in their lap to get to hold them.

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seaside-writings · 16 days

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Prompt #1,258

"I'm tired, babe, and I've been tired for a long, long time,"

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thetopichot · 4 months

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•°♡ Comfort Prompts VII ♡°•

Been awhile since I did one of these. I was so busy writing headcanons for the Yuurivoice fandom, but I would forget you guys who get tired of me ranting about some hot goth ceo. Consider this as my early holiday present to you!

"If you don't mind, could you stay on the call for me? Until I fall asleep?" "Of course, my love."

"You are beautiful regardless of what you wear, my dear. You could be in sweat pants & I would still kiss your lips."

"Honey, you're exhausted. You're not gonna get any better if you don't get any rest. Here, let me take you to bed."

"You have a very nice voice." "Well, it looks like this nice voice is putting you to sleep." "That's good to hear."

"Some nice hot cocoa should help soothe your throat, love."

Having a sore throat & them going out to the store to find some remedies to help make it better.

Putting some rain noises in the background to help you sleep. (Rain noises hit FUCKING different. 😩)

Them reading one of their books out loud to help you fall asleep & the sound their voice helps you sleep.

They're working late tonight so you devise a plan to do a FaceTime just so you can feel their presence near you.

Rubbing your back to help you fall asleep.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - Felt eepy with this one, fellas. Well, it's technically the wintertime & it's natural to feel so sleepy. Makes ya wanna curl up into a blanket & take a long ass sleep. I was also listening to music box music while writing this, so no wonder this has a sleepy theme to it. I'm going to drop it here so you guys can give it a listen.

This might be the last prompt of the year since I'm probably gonna take a break. Hey, I think I deserve it because I made hella progress in what? Like 4 months? I have gained lots of support for my work & 180 followers. Jesus!

Before I go, I want to say. Thank you. Thank you for everything you guys have done for me, even though it's not much. This started as a blog for shits & giggles about silly boys. Now, it's a blog where I write for fun. I haven't written for fun in a while & by God, this is some fresh air.

Now, I'm going to be adjusting the Masterpost so it's less crowded & I will be on my merry way.

I'm Louie & thank you for shopping at the Topic Hot.

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here-haveaprompt · 1 year

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Do you have any dialog prompts for what a character might say to comfort someone who is crying?

Mmmm, good ol’ comfort <3

In addition to this list I suggest going though my #comfort prompt tag - there may be a couple there that fit what you’re looking for :D

“When you’re ready, I’m right here for you.”

“You’ve done so well.”

“Would you like something to drink?"

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Let me wipe your tears."

"You're doing all you can, that's all anyone can ask of you."

"It's not your fault. Not one bit."

"I've got you. I'm right here."

"You'll get through this. I know because you're so strong."

"I'll be by your side every step of the way. I promise."

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whwmp101 · 9 months

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Whumpee’s eyes are dark and protective- yet exhausted and fearful. They stand hunched over, two shaky hands holding their sword out in front of them. Their sword trembles noticeably, tilting downwards every time Whumpee loses their focus. Whumpee is littered with bruises and gashes. Their legs tremble as they try to stand and their breathing sounds more like strained gasps than anything else. Their vision swirls, blurring and tilting. Whumpee staggers, but they don’t fall.

Whumpee is the only thing standing between Whumper and a wounded, restrained Caretaker, and Whumpee would rather die than let Whumper lay one finger on their friend.

Whumper tilts his head and offers a knowing smirk. In the blink of an eye, Whumpee’s skidding across the concrete on their back once again. They quickly try to scramble to their position protecting Caretaker, arms trembling and teeth clenched as they struggle to their feet- only to be knocked down once more, eliciting a sharp wheeze and a crack from somewhere along their ribs.

“Whumpee, stop fighting him, please!” Caretaker cries out tearfully, wrists jolting against chains, feet gliding uselessly against concrete, “Please, just run! Please, I’m begging you. I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“Oh-“ Whumper laughs, shaking his head as he stalks towards Whumpee, who’s struggling to hands and knees. “It’s a bit too late for Whumpee here to run.”

A sharp kick to the ribs and Whumpee’s on the concrete yet again, pain flashing through their mind as they fumble to reach for their sword. Whumper’s boot pins Whumpee’s reaching arm to the concrete, eliciting a sharp cry from both Whumpee and Caretaker.

“Stop hurting them!” Caretaker begs desperately, tugging against their restraints, “Please!! Please! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything! Just stop hurting them!” They cry, breath hitching with soft sobs. Whumpee’s pained expression turns to one of sorrow as they look up at their pleading friend.

“Hey..don’t worry..I-I’m fine-“ they try to comfort their friend with a weak, shaky voice, but Whumper takes a fistful of hair and yanks Whumpee’s head back, their other hand wrapping around Whumpee’s neck.

“They won’t be for long.” Whumper snickers cruelly, and watches Caretaker’s helpless expression as his hand tightens around Whumpee’s neck.

Whumpee struggles to breathe, with not enough strength to fight back..

and sword just out of reach.

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questionable-prompts · 1 year

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Prompt #113

“Today’s been a bad day. Can we cuddle and watch my favorite comfort movie? Please?”

Already building a giant pile out of blankets and pillows, “Come here, love.”

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redd956 · 2 years

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Cold Themed Whumps

These were a little hard for me to write tbh, but I did it!!!

-Walking long distance in freezing temperatures

-Wearing clothes that are one layer off from being warm

-Shivering, teeth clattering, whimpering

-Snow footprints leading Whumper down an effective trail to find missing Whumpee

-Blood soaked snow

-Rubbing hands, and folding arms in an attempt to stay warm

-Flushed skin, rosy cheeks, pink nose, pale hands, pale feet

-Cold stinging the skin and throat

-Eye sensitivity causing Whumpee’s eyes to water and repeatedly blink

-A strong blizzard making it hard to see

-Whumpee getting hurt due to sharp ice

-Falling into a frozen body of water

-The constant desire to fall asleep, but the fear of knowing exactly what happens if one closes their eyes

Cold Comforts Bonus:

-Providing a blanket or warm coat (The trope of caretaker taking their coat off for Whumpee)

-Warm drinks

-Fireplace

-More bridal carry!!! Whumpee feeling the warmth of caretaker’s chest and arms while being whisked away

-huddling and/or cuddling

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definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear · 2 years

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Heyo, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I just got supper busy with life and I haven’t had too much time to write much. 😢

Anyway, I thought I would make a super quick prompt.

Whumpee was sitting on the edge of the bed with the most vacant expression on their face for hours now. “whatcha doing?” Caretaker asked while leaning in the doorway.

“thinking,” came whumpee’s voice, just barely over a whisper.

caretaker crossed the room and sat down next to whumpee, their weight seesawing whumpee up a bit. “hey, can you look at me?” whumpee looked up at caretaker with the most heartbreaking expression. “Ar-are you gonna get rid of me?” Whumpee asked softly, tears welling up in their eyes.

“oh, honey-“ caretaker pulled whumpee into their arms as the first strangled sob came- “ I would never get rid of you. I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

Psst, hey. Like my content? Feel free to ask questions and send in prompt ideas anytime! Luv ya!

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dvrlingwhump · 2 years

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Whumpee was waterboarded for months. They've refused to shower or bathe for the longest time, but Caretaker has finally, gently persuaded them into letting Caretaker help.

It starts very slow. Whumpee turns the tap on, dressed in a bathing suit or whatever they're comfortable in. Caretaker is in the room, careful to keep a watch on Whumpee.

Eventually, Whumpee decides to sit in the bath, in the shallow water. When they're ready, Caretaker half fills a jug, pouring the water on Whumpee's body at first whilst Whumpee's knuckles turn white clenching at the sides of the bath. Caretaker sings various songs whilst they do this to try and remind Whumpee of where they are.

The hair washing is the hard part. That requires Whumpee to tilt their head back, and for the most part, they manage, though their arms are shaking violently. Caretaker keeps singing, cautiously keeping an eye on any other signs that Whumpee is having a flashback, before carefully pouring the water over Whumpee's hair.

Whumpee jumps initially- quickly insisting that they're fine- before Caretaker gets some shampoo, beginning to massage it into Whumpee's hair. Whumpee begins to relax- shoulders not quite so tense, not trembling quite as much.

The second jug of water doesn't go as well as the first.

This time, Whumpee jumps, bringing their hands to their face as they begin to cry. Caretaker drops the jug as once, pulling Whumpee out of the bath and onto the towels.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, you're here with me, it's Caretaker. You're safe. It's over. Its alright."

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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"you're gonna get through this" for saving eddie instead of letting him die? i'll be honest i don't watch st so i don't know exactly how this might work but i know he didn't deserve to die

Hope I did him justice 🙏

Request more comfort prompts here!

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"Goddamn it Eddie, where are you?!” Racing through the upside down, your heart was beating loudly, breaths labored as you searched for the metalhead who ran off.

That idiot severed the only tie he had back to the real Hawkins when you and Dustin went through, and sprinted away to distract more demobats.

But he already did that with a one-man heavy metal concert! The three of you could’ve easily left right now.

So why was he risking his life yet again?

The answer was probably simple: Because he’s sick of running.

You’ve seen it and heard it before; Eddie’s cowardly nature that constantly made him run away from danger and all things horrific. From Chrissy’s murder to a town who wanted him dead..he tried running from it all.

Now he wanted to save people that looked down on him as nothing but some cultist freakshow.

Yep..that was Eddie, alright.

This sounded like an insane session of D&D: fighting swarms of demonic bats in an alternate dimension while your friends hunted down Vecna, the “main villain”. How badly you wished that’s all it was, or that this was some just crazy dream as a result of your obsession with the fantasy game.

But this wasn’t a dream nor a board game.

This was real.

Eddie could die here--any of you could. But if push comes to shove, you’d rather die side-by-side than leave him all alone.

You just prayed you wouldn’t be too late to help him.

Eventually you found yourself amid a vicious swam of bats. It was almost blinding, with some noticing you and trying to take bites out of your flesh. But when one chomped down on your arm, it only tasted the metal from the makeshift armor pieces you wrapped around yourself as a precaution.

You could never be too safe.

With your handheld weapon you swatted at the monsters like they were flies, all while shouting for Eddie. You almost couldn’t see anything; they were coming at you from every angle.

“Eddie!! Where are you?!!”

You ceased your killing streak to listen, shielding yourself to the best of your abilities, and only a second later you heard him screaming. Almost immediately you spotted him tumbling to the ground, the demobats descending upon him with ravenous hunger.

"HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!” You shouted and charged forth, trying to get them away from him by any means necessary. You kicked them, strangled them, impaled them, before taking out a secretly-packed gun and shooting it in the air, killing one bat while the rest of the swarm dispersed for the moment.

All the while, Eddie noticed you and watched with awe and shock as you fought to save him, tearing a bat away from his chest before it could sink its teeth in.

Seeing you fight strengthened his resolve as he swung his shield to knock away another one. Soon he staggered to his feet and hit them with all his might, neither of you stopping.

The others must have incapacitated Vecna at some point, because eventually the bats stopped coming, and you were both surrounded by the corpses of many.

Dazed and exhausted, you sat on the ground together. You shed the metal plates that were now dented, scratched, and just barely hanging onto you, seeing no need for them anymore. Then you looked at each other, covered in cuts and bite marks.

“Hey.”

“Hey..” Eddie flashed you a slightly bloodstained smile before suddenly slumping into your arms.

“Woah--hey, hey..stay with me, Eddie.” You were quick to hold him and let him lay down in your lap. And you tore off a part of your sleeve that was already falling off to cover the bite wound on his neck, hoping he wasn’t losing too much blood. It didn’t look deep, but you weren’t taking any chances.

“It’s okay. It’s over. You’re gonna get through this.” Your voice was shaky, but you remained calm for his sake. You had to.

“Y-You came back for me...?”

“Of course I did.” Nodding, you smiled tearfully, relieved he was talking. “I couldn’t abandon you in this hellhole. But...why did you do that? We could’ve made it.”

“I didn’t wanna run away this time..” He choked out as a tear slipped down his cheek. You wiped it away, not minding the blood that stained your fingers. With a sniffle, he looked at you with large brown eyes, which seemed nearly pitch black. “I couldn’t run, [y/n]. N-Not again.”

“That’s what I figured. God, you’re the bravest motherfucker I’ve ever met, Eddie.” With a tired laugh you held him close, keeping pressure on the wound as you both waited for help to arrive.

It was gonna be okay.

He’ll make it. Both of you will.

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the-vault-is-open · 2 years

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Trigger warning: PTSD, implied trauma

[Caretaker] descended the stairs, leaving the liveness of the dinning room behind. They passed corridors and rooms towards where a dimly lit light shone from the creak of the door.

It had become their own 'come in' sign. [Whumpee] was sitting on their desk, twirling the food they had brought from dinner. [Team leader] had made food for everyone, in the distance, they could hear the roaring laughter from the rest of the team.

"Brought you the salt," [Caretaker] winked. "You know how [Team leader] cuisine is."

[Whumpee] smiled, at that. Their look was still fixed on their food.

"Is okay if I sit?" [Caretaker] waited for the nod of approval to sit on the other chair in the room, leaving the promised salt by their side on the desk.

"I know what you're gonna say" [Whumpee] blurted out, "Is a process, and all that."

[Caretaker] raised their hands on defense. "Haven't said it."

"You're thinking it."

"me? I would never"

"Liar." [Whumpee] made a grimace, and the heaviness came back to their stance.

"Wanna talk about it?"

[Whumpee] opened their mouth, and closed it again. When they started, their stubbornly refused to met [Cartetaker]'s

"It shouldn't feel so—odd. Doesn't it? For someone to make you food. Like is a promise you won't be able to keep, like a—a mandate. An order. It shouldn't remind you that you don't deserve it."

"You... Think you don't deserve food?"

[Whumpee] shook their head "I think I don't deserve the work. This work. All you do for me, the cooking, the—well, everything."

[Caretaker] blinked in surprise. "Oh" They weren't quite expecting something as... General. [Whumpee] must have had been sitting on this one for some time.

"I kept breaking my head thinking of someway to help [Team leader] and I can't. I can't pay back for everything, and that terrifies me. I know you're safe. All of you, but every time someone is... Good. I freeze. I start thinking and then I can't stop. I'm—I'm sorry for being a burden."

A few moments of silence passed. [Caretaker] twirled their own fork on their hands in silent thought. God knew the last thing they wanted was to make [Whumpee] feel inadequate—well, more than they already felt.

"Don't be sorry." they moved to face them, "[Whumpee] look at me." they patiently waited until [Whumpee] was staring back "You'll be a burden. You can't help it, you can't stop it from happening, and you can't do anything to change it. You'll be a burden. Same as there will be moments where I'll be a burden, when [Team Leader] will be a burden—mostly for their own fault. Don't tell them I said that. Having a team—or this team, or any other—is about this. We'll carry you until you're back on your feet, because that's what a team does. This is what is meant to look like. "

[Whumpee] bit their lip. Looked up. Closed them tightly. [Caretaker] watched them take a couple of deep breaths, before they lowered so they were at eye level, and squeezed their shoulder. An invitation

"I'm sorry" [Whumpee] choked, shaking their head. "Fuck, this is— I can't even face them." they leaned forward, hiding their face on [Caretaker]'s shoulders. Instinctively, they held their teammate, their friend, as they cried.

[Caretaker] swallowed the knot in their throat, before answering. In the most gentle tone they could muster.

"Is okay, [Whumpee]. Is okay."

It had to be.

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jordanstrophe · 8 months

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Whumpee sat mindlessly in the hospital bed. They were restless and wanted to go home, but weren't allowed to leave until they told more about what happened under whumper's hand.

They seemed calm; not too many injuries, but enough to be concerned and no clue what caused them. No one had seen anything like it...

"Would it be okay if you told me? Just me. No one else in the room." Caretaker coaxed. Whumpee was silent for a while; you could see their eyes darting, their shoulders raised insecurely, their legs twitching closer to their body.

Then finally, a soft subtle nod.

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seaside-writings · 6 months

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Prompt #1,167

"I'll choose you every single time,"

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thetopichot · 7 months

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•°♡ Reverse Comfort Prompts ♡°•

Since my comfort prompts are quite popular amongst my following, people who needed some ideas, & my fellow simps who needed a lil' boost of imagination. I present the uno reverse card of my prompts. ☆(゜o(○=(゜ο゜)o

"I like it when you take care of me. Makes me feel special."

"Yeah, I love it when you massage my shoulders. You make me feel real good when you do."

"Aw, you made food for me? Thanks, baby."

"Thank you for accompanying me while I work, hun. It's nice having my own little cheerleader cheering me on."

"I feel so safe with you."

Playing with their hair while their head is in your lap.

Making them a nice warm meal like some homemade garlic bread.

Kissing their tears away as you whisper sweet nothings.

Holding their hand reassuringly.

Cuddling under the blanket.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - I feel so eepy rn & I'm currently want to work on my D&D campaign with my friends, but jeezus, so much is going on. So you might not see me as often cause ya' know some personal business, but I'll try to write as much as I can.