Injury Prompt #996

Whumper dumping whumpee in some secluded alleyway one night, stating they're bored with them and quickly driving away.

In their dazed state, whumpee begins staggering through the dark, with just one thought in their mind:

"I need to get to caretaker's house"

Whumpee who needs a surgery but they have Trauma about being knocked out and things Done to them.

Do they get the surgery while paralyzed and numb, but awake? Is caretaker there to still walk them through what's happening to them?

Do they agree to go under full anesthesia but only if caretaker is there both when they go under and wake up, and very specific instructions about how they want to be treated during the process?

"Fine, just, can you be there when I'm waking up? And please don't judge me if I react poorly to you, I- I don't always know where I am when I'm coming out of it."

"Let me hold the gas to my own face. Don't touch me until I'm out. Make sure I'm dressed the same by the time I'm coming up. Do what you have to do while I'm out, I don't want to hear details about it unless I ask, just get it done."

2Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: We Are คือเรารักกัน | We Are (Thailand TV 2024) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peem/Phum (We Are Thailand TV 2024) Characters: Phum (We Are Thailand TV 2024), Peem (We Are Thailand TV 2024) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Whump, Rape/Non-con Elements, Fluff, maylocholy Summary:

MAYLANCHOLY DAY ONE:

~ Peem gets abducted and Phum comes to save him ~

Just some Pond Pawin whump with non-descriptive non con elements and some minor violence nothing too gritty mostly fluff @may-lancholy

#Maylancholy #Maylancholy2025

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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)

"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"

The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.

The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.

"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"

The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.

The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.

The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.

"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."

"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.

"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."

"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.

"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"

"please."

"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."

A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."

The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"

"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.

"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."

The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.

"p-please."

There was nothing the caretaker could do.

How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it 

Sirius the Jaeger

Episode 11

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Pick a character from your WIP that you think is under-developed and write their origin story. Or create a new character, same idea.

drunken confessions prompt list

when too much alcohol loosens their tongue

🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.

🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.

🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.

🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.

🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.

🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.

🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”

🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.

🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.

🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.

🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.

🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.

🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.