….Hero actually being a bad guy. Working for a corrupted agency AND ENJOYING IT. Him being adored by civilians but hated by villains, not because he is stopping their crimes, but because him always being too violent, cruel and unnecessary harsh while doing so. Hero being a sadistic brat, who apparently only works as a hero, so he can legally and socially acceptably harm people.>:D
And Villain being a morally good person, who is simply trying to stop the corrupted agency and is claimed a villain for that.
Hero ends up in a situation where he’s vulnerable and unable to take care of himself(maybe hurt by another actually evil villain or injured as a consequence of his own actions) and Villain has to help him.
Both of them aren’t exactly pleased with the idea of helping/being helped by the person they hate, but is there much choice? Villain can’t leave somebody to die due to his morals and Hero doesn’t want to die(and has no other help coming in a foreseen future), so they have to come to terms with it;)
Villain Carewhumper x Stubborn Hero Whumpee part 7
Warnings: extremely stubborn hero, self-neglect due to stubbornness, MEGA LIVING WEAPON VIBES NEAR THE END! :D
She set the empty bowl down when she was done, placing her hands in her lap and attentively putting her full focus on Villain, one eyebrow arched in silent demand for answers.
Villain hesitated before speaking. "You are right, there... is a hidden motive. It's not the only reason I came to help you, but it is still a contributing factor to that choice."
"And?"
"The real reason I came is because... I hoped to potentially find an ally in you. Someone willing to help me in return."
...That was not any answer Hero would have ever imagined leaving her enemy's lips. She stared at him blankly, mulling over the words and processing them one at a time.
"You came seeking help... from me?" she finally sputtered once the initial confusion passed.
Villain nodded curtly. "Yes."
"With what? What could you possibly need my help for? You always work alone."
Villain ran a hand through his hair, looking conflicted beneath his mask. "I... want help destroying some research files in Agency's archives. I know you don't want to betray them, but what's in those files is something they were never supposed to learn about. Something so dangerous it's better if it's lost altogether than for even heroes to have access to it."
"...What's in the files?" Hero asked with a sinking feeling.
Villain bit his lip, wariness shining bright in his eyes. "It's... weapon plans. Very, very deadly weapon plans," he said slowly, clearly choosing his words carefully. "Ones with the ability to end millions of lives and even overthrow the whole government. "
"That's it? Just some weapon blueprints? I'm not helping you weaken Agency so you can get in and wreak havoc. But nice try. Agency keeps things under tight security; you don't have to worry about any 'weapon plans' being stolen and used for evil, if that's the concern."
"No, listen -- I'm talking about the kind of weapons that, if put to use, could turn this city into a total dictatorship with an Agency leader as the ones calling all the shots, and possessing the ability to wipe out anyone who opposes them. No single person should have access to that kind of power. It corrupts." Villain had a desperate, panicked look in his eyes now that made Hero uneasy. She'd never seen him look so... rattled before. At first she assumed this was a way for him to use her to get through Agency's security and destroy it from within, like every villain's dream was, but the fear on his face looked genuine. He looked haunted.
"Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
He nodded.
"What did it look like, then?" Hero challenged.
Villain faltered, wincing. "I... don't want to talk about it. But please, trust me when I say it is absolutely devastating. And Agency doesn't plan on using it for good. I destroyed the first version and have since stalled its recreation for a long time, but if I can eradicate the original blueprints used to make it, they won't be able to rebuild without the same decades of research it took to get to the first one."
"You're going to have to give me more than that, Villain," Hero sighed. "I'm not going against Agency just because a criminal 'told me something was wrong'. You can't skirt around details and expect me to believe you. Especially when you already have a reputation as a villain. Lying is part of your career."
Villain closed his eyes with a shudder. "Okay, you're right, I know I'm being unreasonable, it's just -- I can't--" he buried his face in his hands with a groan. When he looked up at Hero again, his expression was grave.
"Look. If I tell you exactly what Agency is hiding, you have to swear on your life you will not go and confront them about it. That you won't ask questions. You don't have to believe me, or help me, but if you don't, just promise me you will not go to your employers and relay what I tell you to them. They will kill you, Hero, do you understand?"
Hero didn't understand, not really. Her bosses at Agency would never kill her. And yet... Villain seemed fully convinced of his words, and he wasn't a man she knew to be superstitious. Or make false assumptions.
So, she nodded. Just to see what would happen.
Villain's hands reached up toward his face -- paused, hovered, hesitated -- and then he did something she never expected. He took off his mask.
His face was relatively ordinary with a few scars here and there, one notably large one gashed across the bridge of his nose -- but something else quickly caught Hero's attention.
There was a small barcode tattooed on the edge of his jaw, along with a set of numbers beneath it, both of which were previously hidden by the leather.
"Villain," Hero breathed out, voice suddenly shaky with dawning realization. "Is that... a serial number?"
The unmasked criminal nodded grimly. "Hero, I am the weapon whose blueprints I want to destroy. So that Agency can't create any more like me."
“How did you get in here?“ team leader yelled while pushing the rest of the team back.
The being in the doorway paused and tilted its head. The being was barely human, several body parts replaced with machine. Their movements were jerky, unnatural as they stepped closer.
“Stay back!“ Team leader pointed their weapon right at the being, but hesitated. Something about the being didn‘t seem all that threatening. Something…
With a low noise of something between pain and sadness, it lowered itself closer to the ground. Like a dog, whining and winding on the ground while hurrying closer, until its head touched the front of team leader‘s weapon with sad eyes.
Those eyes… Team leader gasped and dropped their weapon, replacing it with their hand on the being‘s cheek.
“…Whumpee?“
The being Whumpee leaned in and whined quietly.
“Oh my god… What did they do to you?“
(Whumptember, day 9: "What did they do to you?"
bloodied clothes | homecoming | hospital reunion)
A Living Weapon Whumpee Christmas Story. Please enjoy. MJ.
Please click below to read, and Happy Holidays!
Whumpee had been interested in the stories Caretaker had read to his children about the one named Santa Claus.
It was a weird concept, allowing someone to come into the house to leave toys, and feeding the intruder an unhealthy snack. The concept didn't seem right and went against their training protocol, but Caretaker seemed as excited as the rest of the family, so they would go along with it.... awaiting orders... if they ever came.
Caretaker was never one to bark orders. It was all a strange change for Whumpee.
"Papa?"
"Yes", Caretaker looked up from their desk, "come in son. Did you need me?"
"Uhm, I have a question. What if Whumpee hurts or kills Santa?", the child nervously questioned,
"Well, Jeremy, I guess I haven't thought about it", Caretaker made a thoughtful face, "I suppose Santa will have to let me know when he is coming in. He should be fine."
"What if he forgets? Whumpee could seriously hurt him", Jeremy frowned.
Caretaker looked toward the closet, Whumpee had taken refuge in there to take a nap. Sleep was a hard thing for Whumpee.
"I will work on it, don't worry Jeremy. I'll talk to Whumpee", Caretaker nodded and watched the child leave, "you can come out now."
Whumpee peaked out timidly and looked at the door.
"Don't worry Whumpee..."
"Will you lock me up?", Whumpee stood in front of Caretaker's desk.
"No", Caretaker promised, "it's not necess...."
"I want to be... though", Whumpee shook slightly, a sign of unease, "I don't want to hurt Santa."
"Oh Whumpee, you... wait do you believe in Santa", Caretaker paused as they realized.
"Yes sir... you all believe. I just don't know if I can remain calm as someone comes into the house. I think it would be safer if I was locked up."
Caretaker tried to hide their dumbfoundment, they didn't realize that Whumpee would believe. 'Think Caretaker, do I tell them the truth... or do I let them believe for a little while. They've never really had a childhood because of the weapons training program.'
"Sir?", Whumpee stood with discomfort, were they about to get punished, "I apologize, I just didn't want to ruin Christmas. I don't want to hurt Santa.... or worse."
"Are you absolutely certain?", Caretaker asked.
"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded quickly, "I know Jeremy, Lyla, and Toren are concerned with how I may react. I don't want to ruin their holiday.... you've all done so much for me. Even if you'd like to just leave me locked in for Christmas, you can all enjoy yourselves without me in the way."
"That won't happen Whumpee, you part of our family, but if you would feel more comfortable, I will lock you in for tonight", Caretaker smiled, "that way you might be able to relax a little as well."
Whumpee nodded, "thankyou sir, I appreciate you allowing my request."
Whumpee looked up when Mrs. Milina stepped into the room.
"Alright, Jeremy, Lyla and Toren, it's time to say goodnight. Santa will be flying by in no time", the mother smiled as she noticed what was going on, "what are we doing in here?"
"We were reading to Whumpee, and they were a little nervous that they were on the naughty list. So we wrote a letter to Santa", Jeremy explained, "they also don't have a wish list."
"Ah, I see", Mrs. Milina nodded, "unfortunately it's getting late now. How about we get the cookies and milk out."
"But what about the list?", Jeremy frowned, "Whumpee deserves presents."
"I-I don't really know what I would want to ask for Jeremy", Whumpee looked down shamefully, "or that I deserve anything."
"You deserve gifts", Mrs. Milina corrected, "I think Santa will know what to do for Whumpee. Come along, I have the milk and cookies prepared, we just need to find a place for them so Santa can find them."
Caretaker came in after the kids went to the kitchen.
Whumpee looked up again.
"You deserve gifts Whumpee, I know Santa agrees as well", Caretaker sat down.
"I did a lot of bad things, I hurt people and killed others", Whumpee frowned.
"Would you have done those things if you weren't forced too?"
"No sir."
"How about my family, would you ever want to hurt them?"
"No sir", Whumpee made a face of terror, "I would never dream of doing that."
"You did bad things... and you didn't have a choice. It doesn't mean you are a bad person Whumpee", Caretaker patted Whumpee's shoulder, "now the people that made you do it, those are bad people."
The kids came back in with a plate of cookies and Mrs. Milina carried the milk.
"How about one more story before bed?", Caretaker looked up at his wife for approval.
She nodded.
"Alright, all of these little ones need to go to bed", Mrs. Milina looked around.
Lyla had completely cuddled on top of Whumpee and was just about out. Jeremy and Toren sat close to Caretaker so they could see the pictures.
"Thankyou Whumpee", Mrs. Milina lifted Lyla up and cuddled them, "let's go get you tucked in. Come on everyone, say goodnight."
"Whumpee, don't forget to go to sleep so Santa comes", Jeremy smiled excitedly before disappearing down the hall.
Whumpee looked up at the tree, then glanced at the book Caretaker had read from.
"Are you ready Whumpee?", Caretaker peaked in, "you can take the book with you, if you want to read it."
"Oh uhm, I-I can't read at that level yet. Mrs. Milina hasn't gotten that far with me", Whumpee stood, "I should probably sleep like, uhm, like Jeremy said. Do you think I have time to shower?"
"Yes, you have plenty of time to shower", Caretaker nodded, "Santa will come in his own time."
"Are they asleep yet?", Mrs. Milina came in, "all of the kids are out."
Caretaker glanced at the camera monitor. Whumpee was locked in a high security type apartment. It was well furnished, even had a bathroom and small kitchen. Designed to keep Whumpee and everyone else safe.
"They're trying", Caretaker chuckled, "they won't be able to hear us moving around up here, nor will it matter. Let's get this place ready."
"Look it" Mrs. Milina held up a stocking, "I saved it for a surprise. It's camouflage like how Whumpee likes it."
Caretaker smiled, "I'm glad we got some things for Whumpee. This will be special."
Caretaker lifted up a stuffed toy, "who was this for?"
"Whumpee", Mrs. Milina grinned, "I'm pretty sure they fell in love with it at the store. I never saw their eyes sparkle so much."
Caretaker nodded, "they tend to hide things like that, but it's special when you catch it."
Caretaker woke up a little later. They decided to get up and check on everyone.
The cameras showed Whumpee was still wide awake.
"I'm trying hard to go to sleep, but I can't and I'm going to ruin Christmas", Whumpee looked up sadly.
"Whumpee? You're still awake?", Caretaker tiredly talked into the radio.
"You're not going to ruin Christmas, it looks like Santa has already been here, if that's what you're waiting on", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's demeanor changed.
"He has been here...?", Whumpee whispered, "he's fast."
"He has a lot to do tonight", Caretaker chuckled, "do you want me to let you out?"
"No, Jeremy, Lyla, and Toren will be worried if they find out I was loose", Whumpee looked around, "I'll go back to trying to sleep."
Try as they would, unfortunately, Whumpee couldn't sleep that night.
Caretaker came into the living room followed by a tired Whumpee.
The rest of the family had already gathered around the tree.
"Whumpee, how did you sleep?", Mrs. Milina looked up from her kids excitement.
"I slept alright. Thankyou ma'am", Whumpee smiled weakly.
Caretaker caught his wife's eyes and shook his head no. To which she nodded in understanding.
Whumpee quickly glanced over everything before sitting down. Everything looked beautiful. Christmas was a new thing to learn and celebrate. If anything, they would be excited to watch everyone open their gifts. They knew nothing would be for them. They didn't deserve presents.
Suddenly, Lyla set a wrapped box on Whumpee's lap.
"You get to open the first gift this year Whumpee", Lyla giggled, "we all agreed when daddy left to get you from down stairs."
Whumpee looked up in confusion, "I-I, this is for me? I-I didn't think I would, uhm, deserve something."
"You have several gifts here Whumpee", Jeremy looked up, "plus a letter from Santa, it's in your stocking."
"Stocking?", Whumpee looked up until they saw the camouflaged stocking, "I-I get a stocking?"
"Ooh, I didn't see a letter", Caretaker sat down and smiled at his wife, who made a confused face, "maybe we can read it in a few minutes."
Whumpee nodded then looked back at the box.
"Open it Whumpee", Toren got closer.
Whumpee shakingly pulled on a corner of wrapping paper until it was separated.
A box was revealed after a few seconds.
Whumpee nervously looked up and saw everyone was watching.
They struggled with the box for a moment before Caretaker got up to help.
"I'm just going to pull my knife out to open the tape for you okay", Caretaker smiled.
Whumpee nods and looks away as Caretaker cuts the box open.
Whumpee was a little uneasy around knives nowadays. Caretaker was always careful about this.
"Alright, you can open it", Caretaker smiled as the knife slid back into his pocket.
Whumpee looked down at the box and slightly opened it.
They look up quickly, an excited sparkle in their eyes.
"What is it Whumpee?", Lyla stands and gets closer.
Whumpee's hands shake as they reach in and pull out the stuffed toy.
"Santa must have been watching", Caretaker smiled, realizing at that moment why he was asked to take them all to the bathroom. "Santa is quite sneaky."
"I saw this at the store a few weeks ago", Whumpee admitted, "I-I didn't tell anyone about it though. I remember wanting to feel how soft it was, but I didn't want to bother anyone. I stepped away with Caretaker when Mrs. Milina asked him to take us to the bathroom."
"Alright everyone tear in", Caretaker announced, "just hand Whumpee their gifts if you come across one. Mom and I will help them open their presents."
Whumpee cuddled it close; a gentle smile crossed their face.
Whumpee watched the kids excitement as they opened the presents. The excitement was infectious.
Another present was set on Whumpee's lap.
They were less shaky as they opened the present.
"Wow", Whumpee whispered.
They looked up excitedly.
Mrs. Milina smiled.
"I don't deserve these gifts", Whumpee frowned suddenly.
"You do", Mrs. Milina nodded, "do you want me to read that letter for you. I'm kind of curious what Santa said?"
"Oh, yes please, ma'am", Whumpee looked up quickly.
Mrs. Milina smiled as she looked over the note...
Dear Whumpee, I was very excited to see your name come over the nice list this past year. I missed seeing you on my lists. It was like you completely disappeared. I am happy that you are part of a new family. I hope you enjoy the gifts that I have left for you, I didn't want to overwhelm you for your first Christmas though. You deserve all of these. Have a great day, and happy holidays. Sincerely yours, Santa Claus.
Mrs. Milina looked up to see that Whumpee was taking in every word.
The rest of the family stopped to listen to the note.
"That's really from Santa?", Lyla asked excitedly."
"Yes, I believe so", Mrs. Milina looked over the note, "look it's even signed."
She held up the note and revealed the red ink signature. A signature that closely resembled Caretaker's handwriting. Thankfully, no one else could tell the resemblance.
"That's a special gift", Caretaker smiled as the note was handed to Whumpee.
Whumpee nodded quickly, "I'll keep it forever."
The kids went back to opening their last few presents.
Whumpee blinked tiredly. It was fun watching Jeremy, Lyla, and Toren playing with the gifts. The lack of sleep was starting to catch up.
Mrs. Milina got up and reached for a brand new blanket that Whumpee had gotten.
Whumpee watched shyly as the blanket was draped over them.
Then Mrs. Milina reached for the stuffed animal and placed it into Whumpee's arms.
"Try to get some sleep Whumpee", she gently tucked the blanket in a little more.
Whumpee watched as the children quietly played with the toys. Blinking became harder and harder until they couldn't open their eyes again. All that was left was dreaming of sugar plums dancing above their head.
"Merry Christmas my love", Caretaker whispered while cuddling his wife close.
Mrs. Milina smiled up at Caretaker, "Merry Christmas."
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content: aftermath of whump, recovery fic, comfort, nonsexual nudity, self-deprecation
Whumpee didn't realise just how disgusted they were with themself for the state they were in until they got to Caretaker's house. The house was clean and tidy — Whumpee was not. They were dirty, with greasy hair, pants soiled from fear and lack of access to a proper bathroom. They were disgusting.
But they didn't dare ask for a bath. They just stood in the doorway, afraid of dirtying their saviour's house, shifting their weight from one leg to the other.
"Come in," Caretaker said gently.
"I can't."
Caretaker furrowed their brows. "But we agreed I'd let you stay here. No?"
"Yeah, but..." They made a vague gesture towards themself, their dirty clothes, their revolting hair.
"Oh," Caretaker said, like they'd only just noticed. "That's a simple fix. I have fresh clothes for you, and you can take a nice, warm bath. You can use my bodywash and shampoo. That'll do, right?"
Whumpee nodded mutely. It was more than they deserved.
"Great," Caretaker said with a smile. "Come in, then. I'll show you to the bathroom."
"Ah, there's... There's one more... one more thing," they stammered, afraid to voice their concern.
"What is it?"
"My arms... Whumper kept me tied up most of the time. Now they hurt so bad, I don't think I can lift them to wash my hair..." It was embarrassing. Humiliating. But Caretaker didn't make fun of them for it.
"I can help you wash your hair, if that's okay with you," they offered easily.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I'm here to help."
Whumpee felt tears pricking their eyes. Caretaker was so nice. "Okay," they said quietly. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it. Let's go."
They agreed on the following plan: Whumpee would rinse themself off, then they would fill the bath with nice, warm water. Once they were ready, they'd call in Caretaker, who would help them wash their hair.
So Whumpee did that. The amount of dirt and grime flowing down the drain during that rinse was absolutely foul. But then, when they filled the bathtub with warm water and actually just... lay there... submerged... oh... that was heavenly. It had been so long since they'd taken a proper bath.
"Caretaker?" they called after a bit, once the bubbles seemed plentiful enough to cover their disgusting body.
"Can I come in?"
"Yes. Please."
Caretaker opened the door and stepped inside. They didn't make it weird. They grabbed a stool and pulled it to the end of the bathtub where Whumpee's head was, and sat down. "Okay, I'll be very gentle."
"I'm sorry you have to do this," they muttered.
"Nonsense. Just relax and enjoy. I've been told I give nice scalp massages."
So Whumpee shut up and let Caretaker work their magic. And man, yes, whoever said that had been absolutely right. Caretaker's fingers were gentle yet firm, and Whumpee closed their eyes, quietly enjoying. It felt like a guilty pleasure. Like they didn't deserve it — which yeah, they absolutely didn't. But Caretaker was so kind. So generous.
They jolted awake when Caretaker turned on the water from the showerhead. Had they dozed off?
"Oops, sorry," Caretaker said with a little laugh. "Did I scare you?"
"No, no, it's okay."
"Okay."
Caretaker shampooed and rinsed their hair twice, just to get everything out. Then, like they hadn't just performed a strangely intimate and wonderfully benevolent act, they just stood up, told Whumpee to take as much time as they needed, and left.
That was that. Whumpee was flabbergasted. They had never met anyone so... selfless.
They stayed in the bath for what felt like another hour, feeling the water around them grow cold. Then they got out, towelled themself dry, put their hair up in a towel-turban, and put on the fresh clothes Caretaker had laid out for them.
They felt... clean. Restored.
They stopped at the bathroom door, hand lingering on the handle. It was okay. They weren't in a rush. And Caretaker was kind. It was okay.
They pushed down and exited. They found Caretaker on the sofa in the living room.
"Whumpee!" they said with a smile. "You look so much better. Are you feeling better?"
"Yes," they said with a tentative smile. "Thank you. I... I haven't been this clean in months. This has been wonderful."
"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that. Wanna watch a movie while your hair dries?"
it's way too fun to be an "embarrassing" mom. pinching your cheeks and calling u my sweet little baby in front of your friends, spoon-feeding you even when we're going out to eat, tawking down to u wike this :3 regardless of who can hear it. but even when i insist you sit on my lap on the bus, you can't say no to me. you wouldn't want to hurt mommy's feelings, right?
for as much as i love the “out of tissues” scenarios tbh i think what i like even more is a “there’s only one tissue left” scenario
they’re holding off from using that last tissue until they have no other choice; maybe trying to holdback, hitching so much they can’t focus on anything else, their red eyes squeezed shut in a panic. but the hitching doesn’t work, so they pinch their nose and stifle, hoping it’ll contain everything— and at first, it does. but then they stifle again. and again. and all that pressure has made the snot fill their nose, finger and thumb holding their nostrils shut, their fingers now glistening from everything starting to tediously drip down.
it’s useless. they can’t stifle anymore. they frantically pull out the final tissue and clamp it tightly over their red, twitching nose, silently pleading that their nose magically calms down before things get out of control. but a sudden sneeze rips through them and immediately drenches the tissue with their snot, soaking through. they sneeze again.
the tissue is finished, but what are they supposed to do now? they find a sliver of a corner that’s still dry and dab at their wet nostrils, hoping it’ll somewhat clean them up, but it’s only a matter of seconds until another sneeze crawls out of their stuffed-up nose. they spray heavily and snort, they need to wipe off their mouth and nose and their nose is so itchy, they need to rub and rub the intense itch away and blow the ridiculous amount of gunk out of their sinuses. but with a single soaked through tissue, they’re completely helpless. all they can do is sit there and sneeze and sneeze until they’re done.
they hold the soiled tissue over their nose, and of course it does nothing— the snot on the tissue pressed against their face gets all over their nose and lips, shining strings of mess completely covering them. they sniffle and groan, their face bright red in embarrassment, desperately trying to think of a solution to this dilemma. but they don’t have much time to brainstorm, or even think about how humiliated they are, because another snotty sneeze is building up, ready to blow.
Someone whose cold is NOT going to keep them from being absolutely FURIOUS and making sure that EVERYONE knows it.
Stomping through their drafty domicile with a blanket hung over their shoulders, mumbling and scheming about how they are going to make their enemy pay.
Glaring at anyone who gets in their way, and people move — not necessarily because they are scared of them, but because they feel a bit sorry for them. Or perhaps they don’t want to get sick themselves.
Of course, at one point, they do run out of energy, and they collapse onto the nearest piece of furniture (or perhaps the floor). Hopefully, someone will come along to collect them and usher them to bed.
“One of these days you’re going to brood yourself to death.”
“That’s it! I’m out” I yell out, in the middle of one of Mori’s soul sucking meetings. I mean you can’t blame me, we’ve had like three of these just today because this dumb dumb old man keeps getting distracted by his ability “darling Elise”
I can hear Mori yelling for me, I genuinely do not give a fuck, as i suddenly stand up, making the chair screech loudly. Before practically bolting out the suffocating room trying to keep myself together until I’m a good enough distance from the meeting room that Mori or slug can’t see or smell me.
Because for god sake, I smell like a pathetic baby who can barely handle even a simple meeting without demanding attention. It’s sickening! How caregivers enjoy this vomit inducing smell is beyond me. I doubt they actually do.
If my own smell makes me what to just rip my own skin off till all that disgusting puff of sweet milk disappears from my body, then I’m sure Chuuya hates it too. All those times he’s dragged me back to his apartment… I’m sure he was trying not to throw up the whole time. Mori probably just demanded he take care of me because no one else wants to take care of a disgusting crying baby.
Thats definitely why Arahabaki doesn’t take care of me. They can’t stand me just as much as everyone else but actually has the courage to express those feelings. I then just get handed to Oda, which isn’t the worst but it never feels right. He has his own prober kids that he looks after. Not some fake teenager who apparently can’t control his own damn emotions!
I practically get slap out of my train a thought when I see chibi walking up to me. Fuck! I thought I went far enough that he wouldn’t see me.
He looks concerned, that familiar way he looks at me. Like I’m some fragile doll that is about to smash at any light touch.
“Hey Mackerel, what was that all about?”
Oh he’s talking to me, I should probably respond.
“I-… downt-… No meeting!”
Fuck! That couldn’t have sounded any more like a baby. Why wouldn’t my tongue just cooperate with me for once! I just want Chuuya to leave me alone so I can go back home to my shipping container. I just stocked up on the only things that make me sane and I want them in my system as quickly as possible, especially after this whole encounter.
“I know… trust me I don’t want to listen to that old man blabbing either. But you can’t just walk out… especially if you’re little and don’t want attention, since that just makes it more obvious”
He’s voice is calm… it’s nice. It doesn’t sound like he’s telling me off. But more like he’s just giving me advice. Even if the topic of discussion is something I don’t want to even discuss.
“Now how about we go back to my pla-“
“NO! No no no no no no! Don’t wanna!!!”
There’s absolutely no way I’m going back to Chuuya’s apartment. That’s practically a death trap, and not in the good way, my brain is already fuzzy enough but if I go back to his place I’ll properly drop and I won’t even be able to crawl out of it!
“Hey cinnamon, it’s ok. You’ll be safe there and all your stuffies have been waiting for you anyways. We can watch a nice movie and cuddle on the couch”
I can’t believe this stupid dumb dumb slug! Pulling out the big guns. And I definitely will not show how melty that nickname is currently making my brain. It feels like theirs clouds in my head instead of a brain. Soft fluffy clouds… just like Fishie and bun bun- No no no bad Dazai! Dumb baby!
I don’t fully register when Chuuya started guiding me through the mafia building or how we ended up in the very bottom level where all the cars are parked
I hear him open the door and look around for something in the cup holder. Until his hand comes up to my mouth and pulls out my thumb that’s currently happily snuggled in there.
“Here’s your paci. Since fingers are gross and yucky”
I completely disagree but don’t have the time to react when suddenly the familiar silicon bud replaces my thumb. And the faint click of the pacifier clip just locks in the fact that I’m probably not going to get the chance to swap the pacifier out for my thumb.
Right as my legs were about to give out I get placed in my worst enemy. A clunky under the sea themed car seat. It’s uncomfortable and the plastic waterproof material makes a horrendous sound the second skin rubs up against it
I used to have a nice light blue fabric one but after I had an accident in it Chuuya threw it out and put this one in instead. I’m positive it’s a punishment. Since baby’s can’t even hold in their bladder I don’t need nice things. I get what babies get, exactly what I am.
I hear my side door close and the driver side door open. Then chuuya slips in and immediately turns on the car and starts backing out the parking lot and into the main road.
I’m not the biggest fan of car rides. When I’m sleepy I easily fall asleep as the faint rocking like movement, but when I’m awake it’s a nightmare. Suddenly there’s far too many noises, not enough time to look at the scenery before i gets changed in the blink of the eye.
So what’s the best way to deal with being overwhelmed? Well normally if I cry I get Chuuya’s attention and hopefully get out the car. Plus if I’m annoying enough he’ll just drop me off at my place and leave. Perfect!
It took far more energy than I expected but the second i started crying I couldn’t stop. But on the bright side that immediately got Chuuya’s attention.
“Oh on what’s wrong, baby? Hey hey shhhh it’s ok. We’re nearly at my place. I promise just two more minutes”
NO NO NO NO! Can’t Chuuya see I’m crying! That means I don’t like what’s happening! Why hasn’t he stopped the car! This wasn’t part of the plan!
“Hey hey hey! Cinnamon it’s ok shhhh. Come here baby”
Apparently Chuuya has stopped the car since he’s pulling me in his lap. But that’s not helping! It’s too cramped in here! My head keeps hitting the car roof! God this couldn’t have gone worse! My throat hurts! My eyes burn from the tears and it feels like I’m going to get a concussion.
“Baby we’re going to have to get home some way or another. Would you rather I walk and hold you or stay in the car for just a few more minutes?”
Neither! I just want to be at Chuuya’s apartment already! I don’t want to be held in the streets, so everyone can see how pathetic the demon prodigy actually is but I also would rather live another year than stay in this car any longer!
Apparently Chuuya made the decision for himself since I’m getting unbuckled from the car seat and held in Chuuya’s arms. Resting me on his hip while bouncing me with an arm while the other one wipes the tears and snot off my chest with a burp cloth.
I hate the face that we’re out in public but also slightly relieved we’re out that torture box with wheels. Which seems to be enough for me to stop crying and instead just sniffling pathetically.
I suddenly hear the sound of shoe’s hitting the ground and the faint feeling of movement. Oh ok we’re walking. This is less embarrassing that expected. If i just burry my face in Chuuya’s neck then I can’t see them, which means they can’t see me. Duh!
Thinking about a sickie (A) being intentionally gross to 'piss off' their rival, who they do not know has the kink (B)... I'm obsessed with Enemies AND lovers; I apologize.
A blowing their nose right in front of B, seeing their jaw lock, thinking—Take that, you stuck-up prick. And B thinking, OH GODS, I'M HORNY RIGHT NOW.
B has a very pristine and upper-class style to them; you'd assume they're a germophobe... They are the very opposite of that.
Defiant Whumpee who has no respect for authority figures. They talk back, lie, disobey, clearly feel very comfortable not being compliant. Except for with Whumper. Whumpee still is defiant but there is this constant tinge of anxiety under it. Whumper can hurt them, has hurt them, and while Whumpee doesn’t want anyone to know that they can’t hide the lingering fear.
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, water torture, begging
"Please," Team Leader said as they turned to look at their team, finally allowing themself to acknowledge their team. "Please, you have to stay silent."
"I won't! I'd like to see Whumper try and kill us," Smallest Teammate snarled as they glared at Whumper. "You can't just keep letting them drown you."
"I'm not being drowned. I'm ok. Really. I'll be fine." Team Leader knew that though it felt like they were drowning while Whumper waterboarded them, that they would live. That they would be ok. "You have to stay quiet. Please."
"Please, Team Leader, let one of us take your place. I volunteer even!" Teammate Two said.
"We can take it in turns. We can't watch them torture you." Teammate One strained as far forward as their restraints would allow.
"No. This is not up for debate. You will all be silent. That's an order. Do not make a single sound. Any of you." Team Leader kept their voice as stern as they could. They knew their team would do anything for them. But they couldn't let their team do this. They could do this for the team. Would do this.
"Look. You want to stab me in the heart, I want to shoot you in the face. But right now our only chance of surviving this is working together. I don't like it any more than you."
whumpee who argues. a lot. ever since rescue. but they're all bark no bite. they keep arguing and complaining every step of the way but they let the team and the rescuers do what they need to do. but never without annoyed comments and pushback
