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if you ever find a typo in my fics im so so sorry. you see i have this issue where the words leave my brain and i never edit. its chronic and theres no cure :(

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presumed dead

day 23 of @febuwhump

supervillain, hero, villain, and medic

1887 words

warnings: captivity, cursing, stress positions, implied past torture/abuse

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Supervillain leans against the wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. She rolls her eyes and kicks off the wall, walking toward Hero. 

His head hangs low to his chest, if not for the rope tied around his stomach, he would be slumped over. His legs and arms are bound to the chair, keeping him from moving. 

Supervillain grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls his head back, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes open and he yelps in pain. 

“What the hell?” He shouts, trying to free himself from his bindings. Supervillain pulls down harder on his hair, pulling his attention to her. He stills and smiles, “Oh, it’s just you.” 

She lets go of his hair and takes a step back. “You know why you’re here.” 

“Oh, I thought you’d gotten over him!” Hero says, slouching forward slightly. “Tell me it’s not about Villain.” 

“You need to pay for what you did to him,” she says, anger dripping like venom from her voice. 

Hero chuckles and looks at her, his head tilted. “Don’t you mean what I’ve been doing to him?” 

Supervillain’s face falls, she takes a step back and shakes her head. “What are you talking about?” 

“Oh my god, you didn’t know.” Hero says. “How could you have known? I mean, I told you I was going to kill him. I told you I had killed him. I even sent you a fucking finger in the mail. But I thought somehow you knew.” 

He laughs and runs his tongue along his teeth. Supervillain shakes her head, “You-” she exhales sharply. “What? You didn’t-” 

Hero cuts her off, throwing his head back laughing. “I didn’t kill him!” he extends his neck as far as it goes and whispers. “He’s been with me the whole fucking time. And boy, can he scream.” 

Supervillain sniffs and swallows the sobs swelling in her throat. “Where is he?” 

“There’s an abandoned building…just off the highway about a mile and a half from here,” Hero says with a smile. “If you hurry, you might make it before…well, you’ll see.” 

Supervillain runs out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She looks at the map tacked up on the wall and finds the building Hero was talking about. 

She runs to the kitchen and grabs the first-aid kit out from under the sink and runs outside. She dials a number on her phone as she turns the key in her car. 

“Hello?” the voice on the other end says. 

“Medic?” she asks, voice shaking. She pulls out of the driveway and turns onto the highway. 

“Supervillain?” 

“I need you. Um…Villain needs you.” 

There’s a moment of silence and Medic shuffles around, sending static through the line. “Villain’s dead, Supervillain. Remember?” 

She shakes her head, “No, he’s not. I thought- I thought he was but…just. Please meet me at my place. Please. I- this is important to me.” 

She waits, silently begging them to say something. 

Medic takes a deep breath, exhaling heavily. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

“Please hurry.” she begs, hanging up and stepping out of her car. 

The warehouse stands in front of her, boarded up. She runs around to the back of the building and peels a board off from the siding. She ducks inside and bites her bottom lip. 

The air is musty with a tinge of iron floating around. Light filters in through holes in the roof, illuminating the dust in the air. A gas mask sits on a table, mostly clear of dust. 

It catches Supervillain’s eye and she walks up to it, covering her mouth with the collar of her shirt. Behind the table, there are dozens of pictures tacked up on the wall. 

They’re all of Villain in different positions, each more painful looking than the last. 

In each picture, his body is contorted, ropes tied around his legs and arms, holding them in impossible positions. Bile rises in her throat. 

She holds a fist to her mouth and swallows thickly, turning from the pictures. 

In one corner of the building, she sees a lumpy mattress. She hurries over to it and sees Villain’s hair poking out from under a blanket. It’s longer, matted, and caked in blood and dirt, but it’s Villain’s hair. 

She looks up and blinks, trying to fight the tears threatening to run down her cheeks. 

A whimper pulls her attention and she drops to her knees. “Villain?” 

She takes the blanket off of him and gasps. 

His right leg is tied to itself, calf flush with his hamstring. His left foot is tied to his right thigh and his knee is secured against his chest with a bow, making it so that he’s lying with his back curled. His right arm is locked under the bend in his right leg, wrist tied to a rope around his neck. His left arm is tucked under his back, knuckles against his spine. 

“Villain, it’s me, it’s Supervillain. I’m gonna get you untied.” 

“No,” he shakes his head weakly and points at something with his right hand. “Loo…”

She searches for what he’s pointing at and freezes when she sees it. 

A bag of sand is spilling onto the ground, slowly loosening a rope tied to another bag, significantly lighter than the emptying bag. If the smaller bag falls onto the pressure plate underneath it, it’ll trigger a gun trained on Villain. 

Supervillain stands up and grabs the rope right above the small bag of sand. She cuts the rope with her dagger and sets it on the ground. She turns the gun away from Villain and goes back over to him. 

“Ok, I took care of it, let’s get you out of here, yeah?” she nods to herself and falls to her knees, unsure of where to start. 

Villain makes a pained sound, “Left arm. Start…with my left.” 

She nods and gently coaxes his arm out from under him. The blood rushes back into his arm, turning it pink. Villain mutters and sucks air in through his teeth. 

“What next?” she asks. 

“Other arm,” he says, gasping. 

She cuts the rope connecting his arm to the rope around his neck and sets it on the mattress at his side. She works her dagger blade under the rope around his neck and starts to saw away at it, forcing herself to ignore the bruises along his neck and collarbones. She unties the bow keeping his knee against his chest. 

He falls back, head hitting a thinner spot in the mattress. He moans in pain and turns his head away from Supervillain. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I should’ve-”

“I’m fine,” he interrupts. “Just get me out of here.” 

She cuts the rope keeping his foot flat against his right thigh and his leg flops onto the mattress, blood flooding to the areas that the rope was. 

Finally, she cuts the rope binding his right leg together. Villain breathes sharply and shakes his head, trying to keep the leg from moving. 

“What are you doing?” 

All he can manage is, “Hurts.” 

“We have to go, Villain. Sidekick has to know Hero’s missing by now." She pulls him up and he tries to stand next to her, but collapses. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, tears welling in his eyes. “I- I can’t stand.” 

She shakes her head and loops an arm around his waist. “Totally fine, I’ll help you.” 

He whimpers and tries to stand up, but as soon as he puts weight on his foot, he falls again. 

“Ok,” Supervillain says, thinking. “I’ll just carry you.” 

He nods and she puts an arm at the middle of his back and the back of his knees. She lifts him and carries him to where she came in at. 

She looks at the hole she made, then at Villain, and back at the hole. “Any ideas?” 

Villain nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Put me down…” he exhales shakily and opens his eyes. “Then go through, and drag me out.” 

“Right.” Supervillain says. She nods once and…does nothing. 

“Supervillain.” Villain says. “Hurry please.” 

“Right.” she says again. 

This time, she squats and puts Villain on the ground close to the exit. She ducks through the hole and reaches for Villain’s hands. He flinches and pulls his hands away from her. 

“Sorry.” He rushes. He puts his hands back where they were and lets her grab his wrists. 

She drags him through the hole and picks him back up, holding him close against her. He curls against her, face buried against her shirt. 

“Ok,” she says, stopping. “I’m going to put you in the backseat and drive home. Alright?” 

All he can manage is a nod. 

On the ride back to Supervillain’s house, Villain slowly stretches his arms and legs, letting the muscles get used to moving again. His eyes stay closed, the bright light of the sun unfamiliar to him after the months he’d spent in the warehouse. 

The familiar bumps in Supervillain’s driveway alert him that they’re almost done driving and he sits up slowly. Supervillain opens his car door and holds her hand out to him. He takes it and she pulls him out of the car, looping her arm around his waist to keep him upright. Medic’s car is in the driveway, door open. 

They jump up from their spot on the porch and rush over to Villain’s side. They fuss over him, checking him over for any serious wounds before pulling away. 

Supervillain unlocks the door and pushes inside, forgetting about her guest. 

Hero cranes his neck to look at who’s at the door. He smiles when he hears three sets of shoes. 

“Aren’t you going to check on me?” He asks, voice booming through the house. “I assume you haven’t forgotten about me.” 

Villain freezes, recognizing the voice instantly. His entire body tenses and he shakes his head. “No.” he stumbles back and his back hits the door. “No, what-what’s he doing here?” 

Supervillain urges him forward, “You don’t have to worry about him, he’s tied up in the hallway. Just…get to the couch so Medic can look over you and I’ll deal with him.” 

She drags him to the couch and sits him down, “I’ll be right back.” 

Villain breathes rapidly, barely keeping upright. “Don’t- don’t let him…”

“I won’t. I promise.” Supervillain interrupts. She disappears into the hallway. 

Medic kneels in front of Villain, unzipping their go-bag on the floor next to them. 

“Hey,” they say, tapping his knee. “Deep breaths. Calm down, you need to trust Supervillain.” 

Villain inhales shakily and nods, he exhales and pulls his legs to his chest. Medic does a quick once-over of him and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. 

“You’re going to be alright, but it’ll take time. Your muscles are…” 

“I’ve been tied up for five months, I’ve known they’re atrophied. As long as I’ll get better.” he says, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. 

They nod, “You’ll have to work hard, and may never get back how you were before, but you’ll be alright.” 

Villain sniffles and tears fall down his cheeks. He wipes them away with the blanket and curls more into himself. Medic zips their bag back up and sits next to him, arm slung over his shoulders. 

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"you weren't meant to be there"

day 22 of @febuwhump

sidekick and hero

694 words

warnings: gunfire, shot in the leg, cursing

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Sidekick stumbles out of the building, hands held against her ears. The gunfire in the building is drowned out by ringing in her ears and she leans heavily against a wall. She pants, trying to catch her breath. Shakily, she stands up straight and makes her way to her car. 

She turns the key and turns her phone on and calls Hero. 

“Hello?” he says. 

“Hey, Hero. It’s me. I need you to come pick me up, I’m out of gas.” 

“For sure!” He says. “Where are you?” 

“Turn the news on? Behind the building.” she says, looking out of the window nervously. 

“What buildi-” Hero starts to ask before cutting himself off. “What are you doing there? I told you to stay home today, Sidekick.” 

“You…knew this was going to happen?” Sidekick asks. “How could you know?” 

“That…doesn’t matter right now. I’ll explain everything when I come to get you. Just…stay put and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t move.” he hangs up and Sidekick stares at the screen of her phone. 

She turns the phone off and sets it on the passenger seat. The gunfire still echoes from the building and she puts her hands to her ears again, hoping that it blocks the sound. She squeezes her eyes shut and pulls her legs to her chest. 

A sharp pain shoots through her leg. She grunts in pain and opens her eyes. There’s a bloody hole in her pants. 

“Shit.” she curses. 

There’s not a lot of blood, but it’s enough for Sidekick to feel faint. She takes a deep breath and holds both of her hands over the wound. Blood trickles from around her hand and she looks up at the sky, “Please hurry, Hero.” 

There’s a knock on her window and Sidekick opens the door. 

“Took you long enough.” she says, trying to mask the fear in her voice. 

Hero forces a smile and hooks his arm around her waist. “Let’s get to my car before you berate me?” 

“Careful of my leg, I was shot.” she says, hobbling alongside him. 

“You were shot?!” He says, panic leaching into his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me that on the phone?” 

She opens the car door and slides onto the seat, “I hadn’t noticed yet. Just…help me out of this damn car.” 

Slowly, the pair makes their way to Hero’s car and he sets Sidekick in the passenger seat as gently as he can. She hisses in pain and pulls her leg up to her chest, putting her foot on the dashboard. 

Hero slides into his seat and looks at her, “Come on, really? On the dashboard?”

“It’ll slow the bleeding.” Sidekick snaps back. “Idiot.” 

Hero huffs and drives away, leaving the smoking building behind. 

“How did you know?” Sidekick asks, turning to look at Hero. 

He stares ahead, swerving around news trucks and police cars. Sidekick stares at him, eyes boring into his head. 

“Why were you there? You weren’t meant to be there.” Hero says after a minute. “I told you to stay away today.” 

“Right. Because I always have to listen to you.” she retorts. “How’d you know?”

“I planned it. Villain has always met with everyone who supports him on the same day, same place, same time. The plan was to listen in, nobody was supposed to get hurt.” 

“Thank goodness for those guns they brought then, huh?” she snaps. 

Hero parks the car in the driveway and gets out. He opens the passenger door and helps Sidekick out of the car. “Those were just in case. Nobody was supposed-”

“To get hurt. Yeah, yeah. You said that already.” Sidekick interrupts. “Doesn’t change the fact that dozens of people were killed today.” 

Hero helps her sit down on the couch and calls Medic into the living room. Sidekick props her leg up on the coffee table and pulls a pillow over her stomach. 

Medic flies out of his room and plants himself next to Sidekick. 

“If you’ve got this covered,” Hero says, already turning down the hallway. “I’ll be in my room.”

Medic looks at Sidekick quizzically and she shrugs. “I’ll tell you later.” 

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unresponsive

day 21 of @febuwhump

villain and hero

1219 words

warnings: past abuse discussed, bruises, cursing, hospital stay mention (not discussed heavily)

a/n: this one kinda got away from me, but oh well? i like it, it's just not that whumpy. anyway, hope you like it!

part one here

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Villain looks up from his phone and watches a shadow pass his frosted window to the front porch. The figure stands there, frozen. Villain rises from the couch and stuffs his phone in his pocket. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole. 

Hero stands there, arms wrapped around herself. Villain opens the door and pulls her inside, checking the street for any cars that might have followed her there. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, locking the door. 

She looks through him, barely acknowledging him. 

“Hero, what’s going on?” he says in a soft voice. 

For a few more seconds, they just stand there. Villain trying to calm the worry rising in his chest with every second Hero doesn’t respond. 

Hero chews on the skin inside her cheek, tears welling in her eyes. She finally focuses on Villain and shakes her head, “You were right.” 

Slowly, she unzips her jacket and pulls it down for Villain to see. Her arms are covered in bruises, so is what he can see of the rest of her. 

“Will you help me?” She asks, voice breaking. 

Villain nods, “Of course.” 

He leads her into the living room and sits her down on the couch. She pulls her jacket back over her arms and zips it up. Villain digs through a bin of blankets and tosses one her way, then takes another one out and sets it on the chair next to the couch. 

“Tea?” he asks, already walking to the kitchen. 

She nods, “Yes please.” 

He dips into the kitchen and calls out, “What kind? I’ve got…well how about you just tell me what you like and I’ll bring it over.” 

“Green tea would be great if you’ve got it,” she calls back. 

He rustles through the cabinets and pulls the box out triumphantly, “Green tea: check!” 

He swears he hears her chuckle and he smiles to himself while pouring boiling water into mugs.  Villain sets the mugs on a plate, the tea bags next to them and digs into his cupboard for the sugar. He gets out a few packaged snacks and sets them on the plate and picks it up and brings it into the living room. 

The blanket he tossed onto the chair for himself is on the couch next to Hero now, her eyes dart from him to the cushion, then back to him. He smiles warmly, sets the plate down on the coffee table and plops onto the couch, leaving a cushion between them. 

“I didn’t want to guess on how strong you liked your tea, so I just bought the bag. Take whichever mug you want, I’ll drink whatever. Sugar if you want it, take some snacks, anything you want.” 

Hero smiles and takes the smaller mug. She cups her hands around it and closes her eyes for a second before reaching out and grabbing the tea bag from the plate. She rips the wrapper and dunks it into her mug, swirling it around for a few seconds. 

Villain takes the other mug and does the same with his tea bag, then reaches to grab a package of cookies from the plate.

Villain looks over to her, trying to gauge how to start the conversation. She’s taking a sip of the tea, letting it sit in her mouth before swallowing. He clears his throat and reaches for the remote, “Music?” 

Hero nods, “Sure.” 

He nods and pulls up instrumental music. “This work?” 

She nods again and smiles, “Yeah, thanks.” 

He sets the remote on the coffee table and opens his cookie bag. He offers it to her first, then takes one out when she rejects it. 

“Do…you wanna talk about it?” He asks, wiping the cookie crumbs on his blanket. 

She bites her cheek and shakes her head, “Not right now.” 

Villain shifts into a more comfortable position and nods, “Do you want to talk about anything?” 

She nods, but doesn’t say anything. Villain inhales sharply and sets his mug on his knee. “What about the weather? It’s been crazy lately! I mean- 20’s then 50’s and even the 70’s? What’s up with that? My perennials started to sprout and now I’m afraid they’re gonna freeze next week.” 

Hero chuckles softly and smiles, “Yeah, it’s fucking with my migraines, the pressure change really messes me up.” 

“Migraines suck!” Villain says, leaning forward slightly. “It’s like. Hey do you want to have a constant owch pain in your head? Too bad, here you go!” 

Hero snorts and nods, “Yeah it’s horrible. And it’s so much worse because Superhero wants me to-”

She cuts herself off and looks at her hands, suddenly very interested on the border of the blanket. She bites the inside of her cheek and her brows furrow. She shakes her head and inhales shakily. 

“Yeah, I remember.” Villain says, picking at his fingernails. 

Hero looks up, “What do you mean?” 

He shakes his head, “It was a long time ago…and I’ve changed a lot since then, but I used to be you. Or…I did what you do. I wasn’t you…obviously.” 

“You worked with Superhero?” Hero asks, disbelievingly. 

He nods and takes a deep breath. “I know what he’s like. Used to think that him pushing me was what was best for me…just like you do. But then…” 

He shakes his head and lifts his shirt up, showing off a long, jagged scar along his abdomen. 

“He told me that…everyone fights dirty and I needed to be prepared for it. So he used a piece of broken glass and…” he makes a slicing motion along the length of the scar and drops the shirt, covering the scar once again. 

Hero looks at the floor, “I’m sorry.” 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Villain responds. “Anyway, he told me I couldn’t go to the hospital and had to patch it up myself, because there would be a time where I wouldn’t have the hospital as an option. And naturally, I couldn’t take care of it because I was nineteen…it got infected…and he dropped me off at a hospital. No money, no support, and he pretty much erased my existence.

After a few days in a coma, I figured out he wasn’t worth feeling sad over and I made sure that he could never actually succeed in what he’s been planning.” 

“What’s he been planning?” Hero asks, opening a bag of cookies.

Villain scoffs, “Of course he stopped telling people. He wants to branch out. Cover more cities, get more power. More control. That way he can take over everything. Make it so no one steps out of line, no one can do anything he doesn’t approve of. Of course, that’s not how he says it. He just ‘Wants to be able to keep more people safe.’ And the only way he can do that is by ‘Being able to monitor people who risk the safety of others.’ Which could be anyone, by the way, so he’d have to monitor everyone.” 

Hero shakes her head, “Why hasn’t he…I mean. Why does he let you…y’know? How come-”

“He doesn’t think I’m enough of a threat to kill me.” Villain interrupts. 

She nods to herself, “Is he right?” 

“God I hope not.” Villain says. “Could you imagine? I’ve just been doing all this for no reason?” 

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truth serum

day 21 of @febuwhump

whumper, caretaker, whumpee

1084 words

warnings: cursing, captive whumpee, recaptured whumpee, drugging, syringe use (not a hospital setting)

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Caretaker stares at Whumpee, tied up across from her. He’s sleeping, almost peacefully in the chair. His chin rests against his chest and his arms are tied behind the back of the chair, keeping him upright. 

She fights against her own binds, wriggling under the ropes tying her to the arms of the chair. Her feet are bound to the legs of the chair and her chest tied to the back of it. She rocks the chair, almost falling over when the door opens. 

“None of that, Caretaker.” Whumper says, slinking into the room. 

She unrolls a piece of fabric on the table, showing off a large array of tools. 

“What are you doing?” Caretaker asks, eyes darting from the tools to Whumpee. 

Whumper rolls her eyes, “Oh, calm down. This isn’t for him. Not yet at least.'' She walks away from the table and stands in front of Whumpee. “It would be nice if he would wake up though, wouldn’t it?” 

She backhands Whumpee’s cheek, pulling him from his sleep. His eyes fly open, dazed and disorientated.

First, he sees Whumper, standing over him with her hands behind her back, then he sees Caretaker tied up behind her. 

“Let her go!” He shouts, fighting against his restraints. 

Whumper clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “You used to have more respect for me.” 

She shrugs and turns away from him. Caretaker’s eyes follow her back to the table. “It’s fine, I know you’ve done a lot of work to forget all about me. We’ll fix your behavior after a few days, don’t worry.” 

Whumpee shakes his head, seeing the large syringe Whumper picks up from the table. “Don’t…don’t do that. Please.” 

“I just want to get the truth.” she says, walking toward Caretaker. 

For a second, Whumpee relaxes. Whumper wasn’t going to hurt him. She was walking away, she was going to…Caretaker. 

“Stop it!” He shouts, “Stop it! She hasn’t done anything to you!” 

Whumper turns her head, silencing him. “That’s better. Now, you need to shut the fuck up while Caretaker and I chat. Got it?” 

His head hangs, chin hitting his chest and squeezes his eyes shut. 

“He’s always tried to be defiant, but as soon as you remind him who calls the shots, he does whatever you tell him to.” Whumper says, almost fondly. 

Caretaker looks at Whumper, trying to be intimidating, “Let us go.” 

Whumper rolls her eyes and plunges the syringe into Caretaker’s thigh. Caretaker wails in pain, neck straining and fists clenched. The rope across her chest digs into the skin through her shirt, tearing the flesh and drawing blood. 

“Why…are you doing this?” She pants. 

Whumper lets the syringe clatter to the floor and bends down, hands on her knees in front of Caretaker. “We’ll give it a minute to really enter your system then we’ll get started, how does that sound?” 

“Fuck you.” Caretaker spits. 

Whumper clicks her tongue and shakes her head, “So vulgar.” she grabs a fistful of Caretaker’s hair and pulls it, forcing Caretaker to look up at her. “Tell me the truth now, are you ready to start?” 

“No.” Caretaker says, eyes widening. “I don’t want to do this. Make it stop.” 

Whumper lets go of her hair and shakes her head, “I’m afraid I can’t, but don’t worry. The serum is quick acting, it’ll go away in two or three minutes. So let’s get started.” 

“Do you…care about Whumpee?” she asks, standing next to him. 

“Yes.” 

She cups his chin with her hand and pulls his face up to look at Caretaker. “Do you want to keep taking care of him?” 

“No.” Caretaker says, shaking her head frantically. “That’s not what I meant, Whumpee. You have to believe me.” 

“Quiet.” Whumper says. She pulls on Whumpee’s chin, making him look at her. “Did you hear her? She’s on truth serum and she says doesn’t want to keep taking care of you.”  

‘That’s not what I meant!’ Caretaker wants to shout. ‘I want him to get better. Enough so that he can go on his own without needing me!’ but the words don’t come. 

“Tell me, do you want him to live with you anymore?” Whumper asks, running a hand through Whumpee’s hair. 

“No.” she tries to defend herself, to tell him that what she wants doesn’t matter. That if he wants to move out, he can and she’d support him every step of the way, but the words get stuck in her throat. 

A tear wells in Whumpee’s eye. Voice breaking, he asks “Do you want me to go back home with you?” 

“Don’t answer that, it’s a boring question, isn’t it, Caretaker?” Whumper interrupts before she can answer. 

“No.” 

No, it’s not a boring question. Yes, she wants him to go home with her. Yes, she wants to keep taking care of him, yes she wants him to keep living with her. 

“Oh,” Whumper says, pulling away from Whumpee. “Maybe it wasn’t a boring question. Do you want him to stay with me?” She smiles deviously and shakes her head, “That was another silly question, wasn’t it?” 

“Yes.” Caretaker cries. 

Whumpee sobs, leaning forward in his chair. Whumper smirks at Caretaker, pulling Whumpee’s head against her side and patting his back. “I know it’s hard to hear. But you’re a burden to her, so you know it’s best if I let her go and keep you here, right?” 

He nods, “Just let her go. Don’t hurt her, please.” 

Whumper nods, “I wasn’t planning on it. I just needed you to hear her…to make sure you didn’t get any silly ideas about escaping this time. Because now you know how she feels.” 

Whumper pulls away from him, letting his head jerk to the side. She walks up to Caretaker and unties her wrists from the chair, then her ankles. “Let’s get you out of here before anyone realizes you're missing.” she leans in close to her ear and adds, “And before the serum wears off. I don’t want you to say anything to confuse Whumpee.” 

She helps her stand up and leads her out of the room, slamming the door behind them. Caretaker fights against her weakly, “Why would you do that?” 

Whumper shoves her into the back of a van, “I already said. To stop him from getting any silly ideas.” 

She slides the door shut and Caretaker sits there until the door opens again and Whumper pulls her out of the van and throws her on her lawn.  

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"please don't"

day 20 of @febuwhump

caretaker and whumpee

1095 words

warnings: implied past abuse, young whumpee

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Caretaker jumps up when someone knocks on the door. She trips over her feet to get to the door and nearly hits her head on the handle when she gets there. She takes a deep breath and looks through the peephole, not expecting her little brother to be standing there in a bundle of thin blankets. 

She unlocks the door and looks at him. His eyes are unfocused, trained somewhere on the ground. Bruises litter his arms, legs, and what she can see of his torso. His hair is caked in mud and the curls that she took so much time to care for are dull and lifeless. His lip is split and his cheekbone bruised. Basically, he looks like he’s been thrown off a cliff. 

“Whumpee?” She asks, taking a step out onto the porch. 

He steps back on reflex, eyes focusing when he looks at her. For a second, he doesn’t recognize her. Then his eyes light with relief and he slumps forward, falling into her arms. “Caretaker.” 

She catches him, hand coming around his back to support him. “What happened?” 

He shakes his head and leans closer to her, arm wrapping tightly around her waist. “I’m fine.” 

“Ok,” she says. “We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s go inside, alright?” He nods and lets her lead him into the house. “Are you hungry? I’ve got a few microwave meals in the freezer or we could order take out.” 

She stops in the living room and peels him off of her, holding him an arms length away. “That blanket is filthy,” she says without thinking. She takes hold of it and tries to unwrap Whumpee from it, not seeing the terror in his face. 

He swats her hand away and pulls it tighter around himself. “Please,” he says, looking at the ground. “Don’t.” 

Caretaker nods and backs away, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” 

She clears her throat and shifts her feet. “So…dinner?” 

Whumpee looks up from the ground and nods. Caretaker smiles softly and turns into the kitchen. “Ok, I’ve got white cheddar macaroni and cheese or beef ravioli. Which do you want?” 

She walks out of the kitchen, both boxes in hand and holds them out to him. He looks at the boxes and shrugs, “Whichever you don’t want.” 

She laughs and turns the boxes toward her, “I bought them both, so I want both of them.” Whumpee’s face falls and she quickly comes up with a solution. “How about I cook both of them, see which one I want then, and bring the other one out to you. We can eat on the couch like we used to when you’d stay home sick from school? Maybe turn on an old movie?” 

He forces a smile and nods, “That sounds nice.” 

She beams and turns back into the kitchen. “I’ll put these in now. You’ve got enough time to go and change if you want to. I know it’s been a while…but you’ve slimmed down so you might fit in your old clothes again.” 

He stands there for a second before walking down the hallway to his old room. 

There’s dust on the handle when he turns it and the door squeaks open. He walks into his room and turns the lamp on, then turns it off when he sees the dust covering it. The door doesn’t quite close, so he does his best before walking over to the window and opening the blinds, letting the afternoon sun filter in. 

Caretaker tiptoes down the hallway and peeks into Whumpee’s room. He’s standing in front of the window with his eyes closed. He’d dropped the blanket and Caretaker turns around, guilty that she would invade Whumpee’s privacy like that. She takes a deep breath and knocks softly on the door. “Hey, there’s about two minutes left. You almost ready?” She can hear him shuffling around in the room and nods to herself. “Just come out when you’re done, ok? I’ll pull a movie up and be on the couch.” 

There’s a sound of confirmation from him and she turns back down the hallway and into the living room. She picks up the remote and scrolls through the channels before finding something that she and Whumpee used to watch all the time. She clicks on it and turns the volume up. 

The microwave beeps and she hurries into the kitchen to take it out before it beeps again. It burns her hand and she drops it, cursing softly to herself. 

The red sauce splatters all over the floor and nearby cabinets. She curses and picks up the ravioli with her fingers, dropping them back in the bowl. Her fingertips burn by the time she’s done, so she runs her hand under cool water for a minute while she digs through a drawer with the other hand, looking for a washcloth. She runs the cloth under the water and wrings it out in the sink. 

The sauce didn’t have time to dry, so it comes up easily, only staining the rug in front of the sink. She rinses the rag out and hangs it on the faucet, then pulls two forks out of the sink to wash. 

She can hear Whumpee’s footsteps in the living room and yells over to him, “I’m almost done! Just need to wash silverware and I’ll be out! Get comfortable, I think there’s a blanket in the cabinet!” 

He doesn’t respond, but she can hear the cabinet open and something fall out. 

“You ok?” She asks, tilting back to look into the living room. 

Whumpee’s stood in front of the cabinet, eyes locked on whatever fell. He’s in long sleeves and sweatpants, both of which pool around him. 

“Whumpee?” 

His head snaps up to look at her and he nods, “Yeah, just…scared me is all.” 

She smiles and dries the forks off with a towel, then sticks them in the bowls and walks to the living room. 

“You get macaroni tonight.” she says, holding the bowl out to him. “Careful, it’s hot.” 

He takes it and picks up a blanket from the floor. Wrapping it around himself, he sits on the couch and scoots back into the corner of it, knees drawn up to his chest. 

Caretaker looks at him and bites her cheek, debating what to do. She decides to pick up a blanket and sit on the other side of the couch, leg extended so it’s almost touching Whumpee. 

For a second, he stares at it, but then turns his attention back to the food. 

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too weak to move

day 18 of @febuwhump

whumper, villain, whumpee

711 words

warnings: captive whumpee, tied up, implied torture, torturing for information

part one here

~

“Villain,” someone says, drawing out her name. “It’s time to wake up.” 

She blinks awake, bright lights assault her eyes and she tucks her chin to her shoulder, trying to block it out. She can feel something digging into her wrists and ankles; she's tied to a chair. She mumbles, trying to say something, but the words don’t come. 

“Oh, no need for words right now, dear. Just open your eyes for me.” they say, voice smooth as honey. 

Villain forces her eyes open and she sees Whumper standing over her, their face inches from hers. She tries to pull away, to get away from their hot breath on her face, but she can’t. 

Whumper chuckles, “Good job, just like that.” 

They back away from her, hands clasped behind their back. Villain looks around the room, trying to gather information. “What’s-” 

“Shhh,” Whumper says, putting their finger to their lips. “No talking. You’ll wake him up.” they gesture to a sleeping Whumpee on the other side of the room. 

“Oh god,” Villain breathes. “What did you do to him?” 

Whumpee hangs from the ceiling, wrists high above his head. They’re nearly purple from lack of circulation. His chest looks…lumpy and is covered in bruises, the rest of him looks similar. His feet barely touch a stool, supporting a small amount of his weight. 

Whumper sighs, “I wanted to have a chat with him, but he wasn’t very cooperative. Decided to persuade him a little bit. Maybe now that you’re awake I can get what I want to know, huh?” 

Villain shakes her head, “No, just…let him go. He doesn’t know anything.” 

Whumper rolls their eyes and looks at her, “I know he doesn’t know anything. I also know that you’re not going to turn on Supervillain if I try to get it out of you the typical way. The only way I can think to get the information I need is to use him to get to you.” 

Villain shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to block everything out. “You’re insane.” 

They wrinkle their nose at her and walk over to Whumpee. “Oh, Whumpee. It’s time to wake up.” 

They kick the stool out from under him and he jolts awake. 

He cries out, writhing weakly. “Please…” 

Whumper frowns and shakes their head, “We’ve barely started! Don’t start whining yet.” 

“Stop it,” Villain says, pulling against her binds. “What do you want to know?” 

Whumper smiles and turns to her. “Something small to start, I think. How well does Supervillain know Whumpee?” 

“He- he doesn’t. I mean, I’ve talked about him, but they haven’t met yet.” She stammers. 

Whumper frowns and sighs. “I guess I’ll have to get him here using you then.��� 

She forces a laugh. “He won’t care.” 

Whumper tilts their head, “Of course he does. You’re his little pet project. He took you in, trained you, and got you to work for him. He won’t just let you stay here and rot. He’s put too much time and energy into you.” 

She shakes her head, trying to put on a brave face. “I betrayed him. He knows it. As soon as he saw the computer when he woke up, he knew. I’m dead to him.” 

Whumper clicks their tongue and takes a step closer to her. “We’ll have to find out, I guess.” 

Whumpee tries to say something, to pull their attention to him for just a second, but he’s too tired. Even if he could manage a few words, he wouldn’t be able to do anything. 

Whumper waves him off, “Remember, it’s time to be quiet, Whumpee.” 

Whumper takes their phone out of their pocket and turns it on, “Ok, Villain. Big smile now, I’m going to send it to Supervillain.” 

She looks down at the ground, ignoring them. 

“Villain…” Whumper warns. “It’s in your best interest to look at the camera right now.” 

After another few seconds of her ignoring them, they grab a fistful of her hair and pull it, forcing her to look up. They snap the picture, the flash blinding her for a second. 

“There, was that so hard?” they chide, sending the picture to Supervillain. “And now…we wait. I suppose we could have a little fun though, couldn’t we?”

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hostage situation

day 17 of @febuwhump

villain, whumpee, and whumper

941 words

warnings: drugging, captive whumpee

part two here

~

Villain stares at the clock. Supervillain should be asleep by now. She kicks off the blankets and steps into her shoes while pulling a jacket over her shirt. 

Carefully, she slips out of her room and slinks down the hallway into the office, where Supervillain’s computer sits open. She logs on and plugs a flash drive into the computer. Her leg shakes impatiently and she keeps looking in the hallway like Supervillain would come out of his room any minute and catch her. 

Finally, the computer dings softly and she holds the flash drive in her hand, holding it up to the light of the computer. 

She stuffs it in her pocket and grabs her car keys hanging by the door. 

Quietly, she sneaks down the hallway to the front door and unlocks it, freezing when it clicks louder than she thought it ever had. When there’s no movement from Supervillain’s room, she opens the door and walks to her car. She pulls her phone up and calls the unknown number that had texted her earlier that day. 

“Hello?” the voice on the other end says. 

“I have what you asked for. Where are we meeting?” she says, turning the keys in her car. 

“I’ll text you an address.” 

They hang up before she can respond. She looks at the phone and waits for a text. When it comes through, she puts it in her map and follows the directions there. 

Someone’s silhouette is in the window when she arrives, she takes the keys out of her car and hurries up the driveway. She knocks and the figure shifts. It comes to open the door and Villain is face to face with Whumpee. 

“Whumpee?” she asks. “What are you doing-” 

She cuts herself off, finally seeing the figure behind him. Whumpee’s eyes are wide and his neck has bruises around it. 

He flinches and makes a pained noise, “Do you have it?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it. Here,” she says, digging into her pocket. 

The person behind Whumpee pokes their head out and jerks their head. “Give it to him. Then leave.” 

“No- I’m taking him with me. That was the deal. I get this to you and you let him go.” Villain stammers. 

They laugh, “Honey, you need to re-read that text. I said I wouldn’t kill him. Not that you’d get him back. I think I’ll keep him.” 

All the color drains from Whumpee’s face and he shakes his head, mouthing pleas to Villain. 

“New deal. You let him go and I’ll give you more on Supervillain. More than you could ever ask for. More than anyone else knows.” Villain says, still holding the flash drive out to them. 

Whumpee shakes his head again. He mouths, “Leave. They want you.” 

But Villain isn’t paying attention. 

“I’ll have to think about it. Come inside…show me what you’ve brought me is real, then I’ll decide.” 

Whumpee shakes his head frantically, but stops when his captor hits him on the side of his head. Villain bites the inside of her cheek and nods. 

“Ok, but first I need your name.” 

They roll their eyes. “You can call me Whumper.” Villain blinks in surprise and they laugh. “You were expecting Hero. Or maybe Superhero? I’m not that high ranking. Not yet at least. Come inside, come, come. I’ve got some tea on the stove for us. My computer is slow, so it’ll be a while.” 

Again, Whumpee shakes his head. And again Villain ignores him. She walks inside and Whumper locks the door behind her. They gesture to the hallway and Villain obeys; Whumpee stands next to them, eyes fixed on what they’re doing. They put a finger to their lips and make a shushing sound. 

“Not a sound.” they threaten. 

Before leading Villain into the kitchen, Whumper makes sure that Whumpee’s restraints are tight, then pushes him back onto the couch. They watch him writhe in surprise and fall onto the floor; then meet Villain in the hallway. 

“Where’s Whumpee?” she asks, peering over Whumper’s shoulder. 

“Kitchen’s small.” they say curtly. “This way.” 

They lead her through the hallway, past locked doors and the basement staircase to a small kitchen, barely big enough for the oven and dining table. 

“The flash drive will go in this computer,” They say, turning on a small laptop on the table. “I’ll get it started then pour your cup.” 

Villain leans against the wall and watches them work, typing in a very long password then turning to her. “Do you want sugar?” 

“No.” 

They shrug, “Your loss. I get it fresh from my friend. He smuggles it for me. It’s just…better.” They pour the kettle into two mugs and hand one to the Villain. “Peppermint and eucalyptus. My own blend, it’s supposed to calm the nerves.” 

Villain wrinkles her nose, but takes a sip, then another. “It’s not bad.” 

The computer makes a noise and she sets her mug down on the stove top. Digging the flash drive out of her pocket, she walks over to the table and plugs it in. Whumper hoards the space in front of the computer and makes a show of moving the cursor around on the screen. 

Villain rolls her eyes and goes back to her mug, taking another drink. 

“Ah!” they exclaim. “Finally.” 

Villain’s eyes start to droop and she walks back over to the table, leaning heavily on it to look at the screen. “Ok, you’ve got what you want. And like I said…I’ll get-I’ll get you…more. Let me take…Whumpee- let me take him with me and I’ll come back…” 

She slumps forward, head hitting against the table. 

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came back wrong

day 16 of @febuwhump

hero, villain, medic, and sidekick

746 words

warnings: captivity, successful CPR, strangulation, cursing

~

“Come on, Hero,” Sidekick mutters. “You can’t leave us now.” 

Medic straddles her, hands on her chest doing CPR. She counts with every beat, arms getting weaker by the second. 

“Medic, let me take over. You’re exhausted.” Sidekick says, nudging her with his toe. 

He shakes his head, “I’m fine.” 

Villain chuckles darkly from the back of the room. “You won’t be able to bring her back. There’s a reason I called you here after all these months I’ve had her. I would never let her leave here.” 

Sidekick’s face turns red and he storms over to him. “Shut up.” 

“Why should I? You’re already planning on killing me, nothing I do is going to change it. Might as well speak my mind.” he does his best to shrug in his restraints and he pouts his lip. “Oh, am I making you sad? Telling you that your hero isn’t going to make it?” 

“Sidekick,” Medic says before he can retort. “Come over here.” 

He runs over and kneels in front of Hero. “What’s happening?” 

“I’ve got a pulse.” Medic says, breathless. “She’s alive.”

“What?” Villain snaps from the other side of the room. “No, that’s…that’s impossible. She’s not-you’re lying!” 

They both ignore him. 

Hero’s eyes open and she stares at Medic, who clears her throat uncomfortably and crawls off of her. “Sorry.” 

Hero stands up, ignoring Sidekick and Medic and walking straight over to Villain. 

He cowers, shrinking into the corner of the room. 

“Oh,” she says, squatting in front of him. “You’re scared of me now? What changed? Is it because I’m untied? No…it’s because you know what you deserve.” 

Sidekick and Medic look at each other, unsure of what to do. 

Villain whimpers and shakes his head, “You’re not supposed to kill me. You’re supposed to turn me in and send me to jail. Remember, you said that you-”

“Shut up!” she shouts. She stands up and grabs a fist full of his hair. “Nothing from before matters because you…ruined me. And when you realized that you went too far you tried to kill me, but you fucked that up too. And now…I’m going to kill you. The right way.” 

She kicks him in the side and he falls, his head slamming against the floor. 

“Hero…” Sidekick says, inching closer to her. She stops him with one look. 

She kneels in front of Villain and wraps her hands around his throat, “Take a biiiiig breath for me?” 

He shakes his head, “Please don’t.” 

“Villain…” she warns. “Take a big breath.” 

He inhales deeply and she clamps down on his neck, knuckles turning white. He struggles underneath her, writhing in an attempt to break free from her. His eyes start to unfocus and his struggling gets weaker. Hero smiles and releases him. 

He sucks in a breath and his chest heaves. Hero tilts her head and almost laughs. “It’s so silly. You know you’re going to die, there’s no way you think you’ll be getting out of this. But you still try to fight me. There’s something in you that tries to fight. Let’s go again, no fighting this time, yeah?” 

“No,” Villain mutters, rolling over and facing the wall. “No, please. I…I’m sorry for what I did. I…shouldn’t have. Please…” 

Hero rolls her eyes and pulls him onto her lap, her arm wrapped around his neck. “Shhhh,” she says, mouth right next to his ear. “No talking. Now, big breath for me?” 

He shakes his head. 

“Now you’re just pissing me off.” she growls. She lifts her leg and slams her heel into his stomach, making him yowl in pain. He curls into himself and takes a deep breath in to refill his lungs from the scream. Before he can exhale, she clamps down on him with one arm and uses the other to lock it in place. 

Again, Villain fights against her and again, he gets weaker. His chest heaves, trying desperately to get oxygen into his lungs, but Hero doesn’t let up this time. 

Even after he stops struggling, after his eyes close and she can’t feel a pulse, she keeps her arm clamped down on his throat. It’s not until she looks up and sees Sidekick and Medic’s horrified faces that she lets him go. 

Medic starts to walk towards them, but she stops when Hero glares at her. 

“Don’t.” Hero whispers. She pushes Villain off of her and stands up, not looking back at him. “He deserved so much worse.”

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"who did this to you?"

day 15 of @febuwhump

hero and villain

540 words

warnings: implied abuse

part two here

~

Villain lands one last blow to Hero’s chest and she collapses to the ground, hands coming up to protect her face. She whimpers and tenses up, waiting for him to hit her again. After nearly ten seconds of waiting for a hit, she peers through the gap between her arms and shifts slightly. 

“What are you waiting for?” She asks, hoping her voice wasn’t making her sound as weak as she felt. 

Villain’s head tilts, “I’ve won. I’m not going to hurt you more than needed.” 

Hero blinks in surprise and wraps her arms around her legs. She pulls her legs close to her chest and rests her chin on her knees. 

Villain sits down in front of her and takes a deep breath. “Are you alright?” 

“What?” 

“You’re slow today. It’s barely been five minutes and I’ve beaten you. Normally you’re good for at least ten.” he says. “Don’t even blame school because I know you’re out for spring break.” 

Slowly, he inches closer to her and cranes his neck to look at her. She pulls away uncomfortably and pulls her shirt down to cover her stomach.  

“What are you looking at?” she asks accusingly. 

Villain pulls her hand away from her shirt and reveals her bruised torso. 

“What happened?” he asks, lifting the shirt up more. 

She swats his hand away and pulls the shirt down. “None of your business.” 

His face softens and he backs away from her, imitating her position. He rests his chin on his knees and laces his fingers together in front of his legs. Hero stays quiet, waiting for him to say something. 

“Who did that to you?” he asks. 

She scoffs and lifts her head. “It’s almost like I was just fighting someone.” 

“Those are a few days old.” he retorts. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, but don’t act like I’m not right to be worried.” 

“Why do you care?” she asks, pulling her legs closer against herself. 

“Because you’re a kid trying to save the world. And if I can’t help you see that Superhero is using you…the least I can do is stop him from killing you.” 

“Again with this thing with Superhero?” she snaps. “Last time I checked, he had the support of the city. And all you have is yourself.” she looks away from him and adds under her breath, “And I’m twenty.” 

Villain bites the inside of his cheek and takes a deep breath. “You’re not the only person he’s taken in. And it never ends well. Ever wonder how he’s still alive after this long? It’s because he sends his soldiers out instead.” 

Hero shakes her head, “No that’s not true. He and I have fought together-” 

“When he knows he can win.” Villain interrupts. 

Hero stands up and shakes her head, “I won’t turn on him. He’s given me too much.” 

She walks away, then under her breath, barely loud enough for Villain to hear, “Training is supposed to push you. I wouldn’t gain anything from it if he went easy on me.” 

Villain lets her leave, knowing that he won’t be able to change her mind if he pushes her too hard. Maybe one day, she’ll realize and maybe…she won’t.  

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[em-writes-stuff]

blood stained tiles

day 14 of @febuwhump

whumpee and caretaker

584 words

warnings: cursing, stabbed character, caring for a wound, mild cursing

~

Whumpee stares at herself in the mirror. Her lip is busted, eye bruised, and cheek cut. No wonder she feels like she was run over by a bus. 

Caretaker pounds on the door and tries to turn the handle. “Come on, Whumpee! You need to let me in!” 

Whumpee ignores his shouting and peels the back of her shirt up, revealing a nasty stab wound. She sucks a breath in through her teeth and pulls her shirt off the rest of the way, discarding it on the floor. She takes her pants off and throws them on top of the shirt. 

Caretaker’s pounding had slowed down enough for Whumpee to think that he’d forgotten all about it and had gone to make dinner. But, just like the rest of the day she was wrong. 

The door pushes open and Caretaker barges into the bathroom. 

Whumpee covers her chest with her hands and backs up against the wall. “What the fuck?!” 

Caretaker stutters for a second before taking in the blood slowly trickling down her leg and rushes over to her. “What happened?” 

Whumpee pushes him away and takes her towel off the wall and wraps it around herself. “Nothing I can’t handle.” 

“Bullshit.” he says, digging around in a drawer. “What happened?” 

She ignores his question and takes the gauze he holds out to her and presses it to the wound. She hisses and pulls her hand away quickly. 

Caretaker glares at her and she sighs dramatically, “I ran into an old friend. Turns out she isn’t as fond as she used to be.” 

He rolls his eyes and spins her so she’s facing the wall and he can address the wound. “I just can’t believe that after all the work you’ve done to get…better you just go back and get stabbed.” 

“Right. Because it’s my fault that she stabbed me.” She waits for a response and feels his annoyed expression boring into her. “Ok, fine. I’m not not to blame, but she found me with a knife, so why’d she have it if she wasn’t planning on stabbing me in the first place?” 

Caretaker sighs and shakes his head, deciding to stay quiet while he wipes away the last of the blood on Whumpee’s back. He rubs a salve into the wound and covers it with gauze. 

“Get me some tape?” He asks, motioning to the open drawer. 

She makes a show of taking it out of the drawer while saying, “Sure, I’ll get it. Not like I have a stab wound or anything.” “It’s shallow.” Caretaker snaps. “Barely deep enough to warrant worrying.” 

“And yet…” Whumpee says, handing him the roll of tape. 

He takes it from her and tapes the gauze down, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” 

He finishes with the tape and tosses it on the counter, exchanging it for a small washrag. He runs it under warm water and starts to clean the blood off of Whumpee’s back and leg. 

She stands there awkwardly as he rubs the rag in circles against her skin, gently working the dried blood off. Before too long, he’s scrubbing on her heel and she lifts her foot up. 

He pulls away, tapping her back to let her know he’s finished and she takes a small step forward. She looks back and sees the red-stained tiles. 

“Sorry about the floor,” She says tentatively. 

He almost laughs and dismisses her with a hand wave, “Nothing to worry about. I’ve been thinking about adding a splash of color.” 

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[em-writes-stuff]

"you weren't supposed to get hurt"

day 13 of @febuwhump

hero, villain, and sidekick

275 words

warnings: betrayal

part one

~

Sidekick watches as the door to Villain’s house is pushed open. Villain doesn’t step out, but he swears he knows who does. 

What’s Hero doing here? He was supposed to be getting lunch with a friend. 

He nearly falls out of the truck and runs up to Hero, who’s just gotten Villain off his shoulder and on her feet. 

In unison, they ask, “What are you doing here?” 

Hero plants his feet and puts one arm across his chest. “Well?” 

“I…you weren’t supposed to get hurt. You weren’t supposed to be here.” Sidekick says, looking Villain up and down. “I found out where she lived. Thought I’d help you out a little bit.” 

“By killing me?” Villain mutters, head resting on Hero’s shoulder. 

They both ignore her. “You told me you weren’t going to do anything without checking with me first.” 

“Right, because you’re the easiest person to get in touch with.” Sidekick snaps. “I had a plan, it was a good one, so I did it.” 

Hero shouts, “But it wasn’t a good one, was it? Because you didn’t know who was in the house! And you could’ve murdered innocents!” 

Sidekick scoffs, “Anyone who lives with her isn’t an innocent.” 

Villain stands up straight, arm slung around Hero for support. “My kids live here. They’re five and seven. How are they not innocent?” 

Sidekick’s face falls and he looks at Hero, who looks at him with shame. Then he looks at Villain, leaning on Hero, pulling him down with her neediness. 

“Being related to you is enough.” he says coldly. He looks at Hero, “I’m leaving tonight, don’t expect me back, not after this.” 

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Semi-conscious

day 12 of @febuwhump

hero and villain

504 words

warnings: collapsed building, cursing

part two

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Hero puts his hands over his ears, trying to block out the ringing. He whimpers, curling into himself when it makes it worse. 

Dust falls in front of him, coating his clothes and the ground. He groans and tries to stand up. “Villain?” 

He waits for an answer, then calls out again, head pounding with the effort. “Villain? Where are you?” 

A pain in his ribs steals the importance of finding Villain and he winces. “What the fuck happened?” 

He pulls his shirt up and finds a red, angry bruise spreading over his torso. Pursing his lips, he pokes gently at the bruise and sighs in relief when he doesn’t feel any broken bones. He lets his shirt drop and starts to stand up, arm wrapped around his torso. 

“Villain?” He calls out again. “Come on, now isn’t the time for the silent treatment.” 

He starts to dig around in the debris, carefully shifting pieces to check underneath them. He lifts up a large slab of concrete and nearly drops it when he sees Villain. 

Her clothes are torn, revealing cuts and bruises on her skin. Her hair is in her face, obscuring it from Hero’s view. Her chest slowly rises and falls, batting away at the despair growing in Hero’s stomach. 

Using the last of his strength, Hero lifts the slab over his head and tosses it over Villain, sending it crashing on the other side of her. 

She startles, eyes barely opening. She mumbles something incoherent and turns her head away from the crash. Hero rushes to her side, ignoring the pain shooting from his ribs. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just me.” 

She leans into his touch, muttering something. He brushes the hair out of her face and tries to calm her down, “You’re alright. We’ve just gotta find a way outta here, ok?” 

She nods weakly and raises her hand out to him. He takes it and pulls her over his shoulder, ignoring the way he can feel his ribs shifting in his chest. 

Her arms hang limp over his back, hitting his calves with every step, but they’re slowly making it to safety. 

“What happened?” Villain asks, voice barely audible over the ringing in Hero’s ears. 

Hero shakes his head and keeps running, “No idea. Kinda hoping you knew. Was anyone else home?” 

Villain makes a sound that might be considered a laugh, “Was anyone else home when I texted you to come meet up? Yeah, no. The kids are with their grandma and…Henchman hates your guts, if she found out you were coming over, she’d have been parked on the steps to kill you.” 

“I thought you were gonna tell her?” Hero says, his steps faltering a little. 

“Never the right time.” 

Hero pushes open the door and stands in the doorframe, taking in the sunlight hitting his face. He squints his eyes open and focuses on a familiar truck in the driveway. 

“Sidekick?” Hero mutters, helping Villain off his shoulder and onto her feet. “What’s he doing here?”

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Time Loop

day 11 of @febuwhump

villain, hero, and superhero

1415 words

warnings: cursing, character death

~

Villain wakes up and rolls over, taking note of the time before gently shaking Hero’s shoulder. “It’s time to wake up, big day today.” 

Hero grumbles and rolls over, eyes barely open. “Hey handsome.” he says with a smile. “Kiss?” 

Villain rolls its eyes and shakes its head, “After you brush your teeth.” 

Hero whines, but lets himself fall out of the bed, barely catching himself before he hits the floor. “But that’s gonna be forever,” He says, drawing out the words. 

“Then you better hurry up,” Villain says, pulling a pair of shorts on. “But still brush for two minutes. A fast two minutes.” it pokes its head into the bathroom and points to the clock. “Definitely one hundred and twenty seconds though.” 

Hero rolls his eyes and makes a show of putting the toothpaste on the toothbrush before Villain turns out of the bathroom. 

Villain gets Hero’s things together, packing his clothes back in the overnight bag and throwing a few things he’d forgotten past times in too. 

Hero runs out of the bathroom and stands in front of Villain expectantly. “Kiss?” 

With a bright smile, Villain obliges and gives Hero a small peck on the lips. “You have to get going now though. Make sure Superhero makes it to the tower on time. None of your usual ‘running a few minutes late’ business, got it? This is important.” 

Hero mock salutes and nods, “Yessir!” 

They both walk to the door and Villain hands Hero his bag, “You better make it. Ok?” 

“You’ve got a backup plan, right?” Hero asks playfully. Villain’s face darkens and it clears its throat, looking to the ground. Hero shakes his head and chuckles nervously. “I was only joking. It’ll work tonight; you have to believe it.” 

Villain forces a smile and nods. It opens the door and pushes Hero out into the hallway. “You have to get back before Supervillain wakes up. She can’t find out. Go!” 

For the next eight hours, Villain checks the clock constantly. It pops something in the microwave for lunch and moves things around in the house, but always has a clock in sight. It can’t be late. 

Villain’s phone alarm goes off and it jumps up to turn it off. It takes a deep breath and gets dressed, it’s almost time to go. 

Villain walks out the door, trusty dagger tucked into its belt and a worried expression on its face. It looks up and sees the tower. It’s nearly two stories tall, four legs that hold up a small, rickety platform. The ladder leading up to the platform is missing a few rungs, but not too many that getting up is overly difficult. Thank goodness for that. 

Villain gets to the top without much trouble and sits in the middle of the platform, waiting for Hero and Superhero to meet it there. It peeks its head over the ledge and sees Hero’s car pull up to the base of the tower. Quickly, it pulls back and takes a deep breath. 

The ladder starts to shake and Villain spreads its feet out below it to steady itself. 

It can hear Superhero complaining below, “Hero, are you sure about this? It's a lot of trouble to take out one measly bad guy. How’do you even find out about Villain being here? It’s such a weird place and I’d think that it’d hole up in the ground somewhere, not up high. It just doesn’t make sense.” 

Ouch, one measly bad guy? Superhero has to see it as more than that. 

Hero chuckles, his voice closer than Superhero’s, “I have my ways. I can’t go and expose them to you, then you won’t have any reason to keep me around.” 

They fall into an awkward silence and Villain wants to blow its cover just to tell Hero there’s so many other reasons to keep him around, but it keeps its mouth shut. 

Hero’s full head of hair comes into view over the edge of the platform and he peeks his eyes over. His eyes light up and he pulls himself up the rest of the way quickly. 

“Well?” Superhero calls from the ladder. 

Villain and Hero roll their eyes at the same time and Hero pokes his head over the edge, “We beat it here. Now it’s a waiting game.” 

Villain takes a step back and hides behind Hero to get as much surprise it can from Superhero. Hero turns his head to look at it and puckers his lips, he whispers, “Kiss?” 

Villain smiles and obliges, pulling back a second later when Superhero’s hand grasps the edge of the platform. Hero turns his attention to her and takes a few steps forward to help her onto the platform. 

For a split second, she doesn’t notice Villain. But as soon as she does, she grabs the gun on her belt and holds it against Hero’s temple. 

“I fucking knew it.” she spits. “You two are working together.” 

Hero struggles under her strength and he looks pleadingly at Villain. 

“I just needed him to have us meet. I promise, I’m not going to try to do anything other than that.” Villain says, taking steps back to give Supervillain more space. “Let him go.” 

She ignores Villain and grabs Hero by his throat. “How long have you been working against me?”

“I’m no- I didn’t. This is good for you, it’s gonna help, I promise. Just listen to Villain. Please.”

She holds him over the edge of the platform, “How long?” 

“Two months!” Villain shouts. “Two fucking months. That’s it! I found him, told him my plan, practically forced him to follow through. He’s not betraying your trust, he’s trying to save his life.” 

Hero shakes his head and tries to speak, but Superhero’s hand is crushing his throat. 

“Two months?” she asks. “That’s a long fucking time to come up with a plan. The two of you have been doing something else, haven’t you?” 

Hero shakes his head and his eyes dart to Villain, begging her to deny it. 

It shakes its head, “Nothing else. There was never a good time for this to happen, we’d planned a few other times, but something always came up.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Oh, whatever! You’re both fucking lying to me! There’s no way you’re not doing anything else!” 

Hero’s head lolls to the side, his eyes barely open now. Villain lunges forward and pulls him back onto the platform. 

“You’re killing him!” it shouts. Superhero lets it take him out of her hands and into its lap. 

She looks down at them both and takes a deep breath. “If you want him so badly, you can keep him.” 

She points the gun at his stomach and shoots without a second thought. 

Hero wails in pain, writhing in Villain’s lap. Villain presses its hand against the wound and watches as Superhero disappears over the side of the platform, rattling the ladder as she makes her way down. 

“Villain?” he asks, his hand suddenly on top of its. “Do you think I’m gonna die?” 

Villain shakes its head and pulls Hero more into its lap. “No, you’re not going to die. I promise.” 

“It feels like I might,” he says, voice trembling. 

It presses harder onto his wound and looks at the sky, “No, you’ll be alright. I have a plan B.” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t do it, it’s not worth it.” 

It smiles painfully and nods, “I already made up my mind.” 

It’s unforgivable for it to do something so selfish, something that serves no other purpose than to have another try to fuck today up. Villain leans its forehead against Hero’s and whispers, “Kiss?” 

He sobs. “Please don’t do this.” 

After a moment of them staring at each other, Hero resigns and lifts his chin, letting his lips meet Villain’s. 

It smiles and waits for Hero to pull away. “Thank you.” It mutters, “I’ll see you soon.” 

They both close their eyes and the world starts to spin for Villain. Hero disappears from its arms and the cold of the metal platform is replaced by the warmth of its bed. Clothes change from rough to smooth and before it knows it, Villain’s back in its bed. 

Villain wakes up and rolls over, taking note of the time before gently shaking Hero’s shoulder. “It’s time to wake up, big day today.” 

Hero grumbles and rolls over, eyes barely open. “Hey handsome.” he says with a smile. “Kiss?” 

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Killing in Self Defense

day 10 of @febuwhump

whumper and whumpee

287 words

warnings: cursing, non con touching,

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Whumper presses the barrel of his gun against Whumpee’s throat, “I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

Whumpee whimpers and swallows thickly. He shakes his head and tears well in his eyes.

“Please-” he’s cut off by Whumper’s other hand trailing its way up his stomach over his shirt. “Stop.” 

Whumper tilts his head and frowns, “You don’t like it?” 

Whumpee starts to shake his head, but freezes when Whumper’s hand stops right above his heart. 

“Do you realize how…easy it would be for me to just-” Whumper squeezes his hand over Whumpee’s chest, bunching the material of his shirt in his fist, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. 

Whumper stares into Whumpee’s eyes and tilts his head again, “Aw, are you scared?” 

He opens his fist and smooths the material over Whumpee’s chest. “It’s alright if you are. I just want to know. You’re putting on such a brave face for me.” 

Whumpee bites his cheek and looks up to keep the tears from falling. Whumper grabs his chin and pulls his face down to look at him. “I asked you a fucking question, Whumpee. Are you scared?” 

“Terrified.” Whumpee whispers. 

Whumper chuckles and lowers the gun. “Good.” 

In one swift movement, Whumpee reaches for the gun, pries it from Whumper’s unsuspecting hands and points it at him. 

“What about you?” Whumpee says, finger on the trigger. “Are you scared?” 

He rolls his head, “Come on, put the gun down. I was never going to shoot you. It was just a game, Whumpee. Give me the gun.” 

Whumpee scoffs and shakes his head, pressing the muzzle of the gun against Whumper’s temple. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

And before Whumper can respond, he pulls the trigger. 

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i think you mixed up "bees"? it seems to be the same as "i wish it would stop"

Thanks for letting me know!

#idk what’s going on bc this has happened before with bite down on this and solitary confinement #not a fic #anon #thank you for the ask :)

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Bees

day 9 of @febuwhump

whumpee and whumper

501 words

warnings: captivity, character death, blood, cursing, conditioned whumpee

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Whumpee’s hand flies to his chest, pressing hard against the fresh cut from Whumper’s blade. He stares at the lump on the floor, Whumper struggles to crawl forward, hand reaching desperately out to him.

Whumpee kneels in front of her and takes her hand. He stares at her, waiting for her to make a move.

“Save me,” she demands.

A small part of Whumpee jumps to obey her. It takes every ounce of his self control not to pull her to her feet and drive her to the hospital. To save her.

But he’s not her little soldier anymore, and he doesn’t have to listen to her.

Slowly, he pulls his hand back and tilts his head. “Rot in hell.”

He stands and easily breaks the chains around his wrists keeping him in Whumper’s basement. In one swift movement, Whumpee lifts up Whumper’s dagger and plunges it into her thigh. “Remember that move?” he asks sinisterly. “You made me use it more than a few times. You’ll bleed out slowly, painfully, and alone. And I’ll make sure no one comes inside to help you. Because you fucking deserve to die alone.”

He lets the dagger clatter to the floor and walks up the stairs.

Half way up, Whumper calls out to him, “Whumpee…”

On instinct, he looks back.

She’s smiling. Fucking smiling. Blood stains her teeth and a puddle of blood surrounds her on the ground.

“What?” he spits.

She laughs, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper.” he snaps.

He rushes up the rest of the staircase and slams the basement door behind him, making the house shake.

He gets the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink and presses gauze against the cut on his chest, then tapes its edges to his skin. He can hear Whumper moving around in the basement, the chains scrape against the floor from her moving them around and he can hear her moans of pain through the thick door.

Smiling, he stands up and sits on the front porch, leaning against the handrail and stares at Whumper’s flowers in the front yard.

The sun hangs low in the sky and highlights every small beauty he’s able to sit and appreciate. The yellow flowers are a fiery gold, the purple ones bright and vibrant. Butterfly wings reflect almost magically and dragonflies flitter through the air as if they have nothing to worry about. As if Whumper isn’t bleeding out in the basement.

Whumpee focuses on something in the air, unsteadily flying toward him. It lands on his knee and he tilts his head to look at it.

The pollen-covered bee stares at him and for a moment, he thinks about slamming his hand down on it and smushing it.

Whumper would want him to. She always hated bees in her garden.

The bee flies off and lands on a flower before Whumpee loses it in the garden. He smiles and rests his head against the railing. Whumper’s probably dead by now.

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