Caretaker grits their teeth as they get up from the chair, the dizziness almost making them sit down again. But they take a deep breath, straighten their shoulders and walk out of their office. Team leader catches up to them on the hallway, placing a hand on their shoulder which makes them flinch.
The sudden movement hurts, the pain immediately shoots through their body, exhausted and almost shaking as their painkillers slowly but surely stop working. But caretaker bites their tongue and hides the agony they are in - there are more important things to do right now. Resting would set the whole team back, they can't risk it.
"Hey, we need you upstairs," team leader says and eyes them for a few seconds. "Lookin' a bit pale, you good?" Caretaker manages a nod and tries to shake off the pain that won't stop throbbing through their whole body, trying to casually lean against the wall as their knees feel like they almost give in.
"Are you sure you are okay? You seem-" but team leader stops in the middle of their sentence to catch caretaker by the arm and guide them softly to the ground as the collapse, feeling hot and cold at the same time. They try to struggle against the hands lifting their shirt, revealing blood soaked bandages around their abdomen.
"How long have you been hiding this?", team leader asks, eyes widened in concern. "Hey, hey ... stay with me, okay?" But caretaker mutters an excuse and feels the pain take over.
Whumper training the whumpee not to react to pain or fear.
Not to flinch away from the verging edge of a blade.
Not to pull at restraints in response to pain.
Not to scurry to a corner when whumper opens the basement door, but to instead kneel willingly and prepare for what’s to come.
Teaching him to bottle the fear inside.
Teaching him to stay still and take it…to like it, to find comfort in it, to become addicted to the pain, until whumpee is at his feet, begging not to be let go, but to be punished one more time.
UGH is is literally so much to ask that I have time and money to learn how to tailor clothes and embroider and knit and make cakes and bake bread and do makeup and hair and nails and do all my own diy projects around the house and
UGH is is literally so much to ask that I have time and money to learn how to tailor clothes and embroider and knit and make cakes and bake bread and do makeup and hair and nails and do all my own diy projects around the house and
Rex: never shuts up, this man will tell you stories about every single battle hes been in. And bonus, if you ask him about anything gossip related he will not hesitate to SPILL.
Fives: I feel like Fives would take off any clothes he had on, he takes one sip of alcohol and hes waving his shirt in the air.
Echo: Suuuuper giggly, you dont even have to say anything he will just start laughing and wont stop until he runs out of oxygen.
Kix: Suddenly knows the lyrics to every song that comes on and will take any opportunity to show off his vocal skills.
Wrecker: Takes one sip of alcohol and is out like a LIGHT, picture him just flopping mid sentence.
Crosshair: Massive heavyweight but once hes drunk he will be glued to any mirror he finds.
Hunter: Starts venting to anyone who will listen and gets teary sooo quickly.
Tech: Normally he has not an ounce of lust in him, but once hes even slightly tipsy he is OFF. And you best believe he can pull, after all he knows everything.
Gregor: genuinely thinks hes Michael Jackson, no one knows how this started or how to stop it you just have to wait it out.
Cody: He starts writing poems on napkins, re reads them, cries.