Whumper gives whumpee a heavy dose of psychedelic drugs before setting them free out into public. Whumper has a few friends planted around the area to further confuse whumpee when they try to ask for help, gaslighting whumpee into not knowing whats real or who to trust. Whumper keeps a close eye on them while they try to navigate the area without much luck as the drugs become more potent in their system. When whumpee is at their limit whumper interviens and brings them back.
here you go this one is from 'hold him down - part 2' (which follows hold him down - part 1) when leo is handed back to the department post-parker. if you'd rather wait until the semi-polished entire thing is ready, skip this one! this piece is like half complete but snippets have been requested and i do love a good very-poorly-tuned snippet dump:
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“It’s difficult to speak with him when he’s like this,” she says, her attention shifting abruptly to the handler who stands by the door.
She’s not speaking to Leo, though, so Leo draws his gaze back to the water, weighing the odds that he can take a sip without spilling it. His throat is on fire. To help occupy his mind, he shifts his focus to the wall behind Rachel Tippin, LSW, at all the certificates that hang there. He wonders briefly if she saw herself in this type of position, if she dreamt of this type of work as a kid. He thinks about how, when he was a kid, he dreamt of becoming a cop so that he could show the cops that he was important and that he could do good and that his family was harmless, and in the deepest recesses of his seven-year-old mind, he prayed that if he impressed the right people, they would give him back his dad–
The stray thought comes out of nowhere and Leo slams that door shut, forcing his mind to the blank, quiet place that he sometimes holds onto because, he thinks, if he has another outburst today, he may not survive it.
“Ask me what you want to know, then,” Leo can hear Handler Grey saying.
Leo drags his eyes over to the handler and tries to smile at him. In response, Handler Grey’s eyes narrow, just for a second, and Leo shrinks back in on himself, mumbling an apology that he can’t quite place the source of. The look the handler gives him is scathing, and he locks his jaw. He needs to focus, and he knows that, but he also knows that he’s been drugged out of his mind and how is he supposed to focus? Handler Grey can see what medicine he’s been given to calm him down, and has to know the limits of what he can push through.
Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can't Pass Out
Sidekick could barely remember anything…
They blinked their eyes open slowly, their hands clutched their head with a whimper as ringing filled their ears. They could barely see anything. Their vision was blurry and their stomach was doing backflips. Jesus christ they felt awful.
Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, clenching their teeth hard as a sharp pain filled their stomach before passing only a few moments later. Their hands were pulled tight into fists with a whimper before they very slowly opened their eyes. The walls around them were stone and dull. Moss crept along each crevasse. Sidekick sighed, hugging their knees close to their chest as they studied their surroundings.
Their mind was dead silent, they couldn't even manage a coherent thought. They just stared blankly ahead of them. Right. First thing was first. They held up their shaky hands, their half-lidded eyes slowly moving along each finger 1,2….5,6…9,10… It wasn't a dream.
Next they looked at the walls again. Stone piled on stone like some medieval dungeon bullshit. They rubbed their eyes with a yawn before their eyes fell down to their legs, almost expectantly, hoping that the agonizing pins and needles would go so they could stand up. Okay. Stand up. Blood flow. You got this.
It took all of Sidekicks’s strength to get to their feet, whimpering from the pain in their whole body aching as their bones made a small popping sound as their shoulders slumped. Sidekick tried to take a step forward but they clumsily tripped over their feet and landed face first on the ground.
The creaking of the room’s door was followed by heavy footsteps. Villain’s boots stopped right in front of Sidekick’s face. They gulped, slowly lifting their head as their eyes slowly met Vilalin’s who smiled, slowly going down to their honkers, cupping Sidekick’s cheek, “Looks like my little one is awake, hm?” Sidekick gulped once more, their bottom lip wobbled before they lifted their head off of Villain’s palm.
Villain hummed, looking down at Sidekick, “You're a brave one, aren't you? Quite daring, hm?”
Sidekick slowly moved back. The second they felt their back hit against the wall, they sat up straight and hugged their knees to their chest once more. Villain slowly straightened themselves, standing up and taking a few strides towards Sidekick, “You were much more talkative yesterday!” They chuckled.
Sidekick shivered slightly and as they spoke, their voice was hoarse, “Dru-dr’gged…m-me….” Villain let out a laugh, “Well! Aren't you smart!!!” Sidekick’s eyes furrowed as they tried to remember what had happened yesterday after they had walked away from Hero.They couldn't remember anything. “H…how?”
Villain’s head quirked to the side with a questioning hum. They knew what Sidekick was trying to say but they love watching Sidekick try and desperately fail, it was amusing. “Ho-how..whe-when…” Sidekick’s mouth felt numb, words were practically impossible to form. They let out a defeated sigh and slumped, glaring at Villain with a cold look which only made Villain laugh more, ruffling the other’s hair, “How adorable!!! Now, don't you worry your pretty little head about when or how, all you need to worry about is learning your first rules!!!”
Sidekick’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “R-r’les…?” Villain smirked, “Now now, you didn't think this didn't come with a price, did you?” Sidekick whimpered, shrinking back slowly, “Wha-what kinda’ ru-rules…”
Villain took a steady sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose before they backhanded Sidekick hard across the face, “Rule number one, Never interrupt me.” Sidekick whimpered, their hand coming up to gently press against the spot where Villain had just hit them, a bruise already blooming there.
Sidekicks mouth opened but only a highpitched rasp escaped their lips. They took a slow breath before whispering, “I-I'm sorry..” Villain’s warm smile returned to their face before they cupped Sidekick’s cheek once more, their thumb gently running along the bruise, making Sidekick flinch back with a whimper. “It's okay, darling, you didn't know your rules, but next time I wont let you get away with it that easily, am I understood?”
Sidekick gulped before rasping, “Yeah- yes, ‘m so-sorry…”
Villain chuckled, “Very good, let's get to the next rule, shall we?”
“I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
You don't need to read the whole story. Everyday can stand for its own. And that poor soul has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!
Hummingbird 02
(Story starts here)
There was the hart partition wall, than the cool tilts and now it felt... soft. Everything around was more soft, than it had been. Cotton touching his cheek. It was warm like him, too warm. Fingertips brushed over tightly nitted texture.
That were the first things that came to his hazy mind. A quiet humming somewhere above, but it sounded like being muffed by something, or far away.
His shoulder sank into that soft surface. He was laying on his side. His body was rocked gently, a static sound lolling him in. Something was moving. But it was so hot in here.
The humming was cheerish, sounded friendly, but far away.
Sam tried an attempt to open his eyes. They were so heavy. It was dim, little artificial lights, big sources of light passing above., everything blurry. Than the pain came, a pulsing in his head rushed in. At the same time a shiver overtook him. He felt freezingly cold all of a sudden. With a moan he tried to move away from the moving sources of light and the pain, closing his eyes again. Suddenly he felt sick to his guts. Or he just registered, because his body finally arrived in reality? It felt like he was coming down from the flu. His stomach was empty, this kind of sick-empty without appetit. His clothes stuck to his body, he felt soaked. But he must have cooled down again and now was shivering slightly under the blanket, he just realised its existence.
Every muscle in his body seemed to be made out of lead. Rearranging his position was near to impossible. Another moan escaped him by the attempt. His head was hot and definitively going to explode soon. Everything was so blurry. He thought he was laying on a rocking boat.
The humming had shifted, was a bit louder now. A big, warm thing... a hand brushed over his forehead. It was grounding, it felt good, it was comforting in his state. Sam tried to open his eyes again. With every blink he registered more of his surroundings, but details still vanished in his blurry vision. He was looking through a fog. His body was rocked by another cold wave.
Apparently, he was in a moving car, not a boat. The little artificial lights, he had seen, were indirect lighting of a consol and the big one's were streetlights passing over. So he thought. It was more like a dream, or watching a movie with half closed eyes.
It was dark outside. Sam was on the backseat, his head on the passenger side, his feet behind the driver. Slowly his head put the pieces together.
'He had passed out in the club. Maybe, he was in a taxi on his way home?' His mind reasoned. "Home?" He whispered more to himself, then out loud. But his mind was too confused. He wasn't even sure if it was a question for directions or a wish. Sam felt miserable and really sick. Another shiver shock him, but his hands were clammy and digging into the blanket for some stability. A whisper from the front seat. He couldn't really make out the words or the meaning, but it sounded something like. "All.. these... years, I c..ll out... name, but y... won't c...ll back, till t..day." But that was making no sence. Maybe the radio was playing and he mistook it. His head was just too clouded anyway.
The hand on his clammy head was still slightly ruffeling his hair, it was heavingly cool on his hot forehead. Sam felt so miserable, he inwardly was longing for a hug. But he had no family anymore or a girlfriend right now, so his own arms wrapped themselves around his shivering torso against their own leaded heaviness. "Home?" His hazy mind formed and pushed over his tembling lips.
'Wait!... A Taxi?... But why would a randam driver touch him for comfort?'
Suddenly Sam's eyes widened in panic. The thought making its way to his muffed brain. His only natural reaction was to go completely stiff under that hand. He couldn't see for the hand was blocking his view of the driver. 'This wasn't a taxi. The interior was too fancy, the fabric too expensive. Taxiseats had another surface, easy to clean. Who's car was this?'
The hand on his head had stopped moving, as had the car. Around the passanger seat, through the windshild Sam could see a foggy red light. His heartbeat was hammering inside his chest, the slight shivering had suddenly turned into his whole body shaking from adrenaline. His breathing sped up too. He couldn't control his body going into full panic mode.
It was now or never. With his feet he pushed the blanket away to the other side of the backseat and his arms went up defensively. But his muscles were stiff, his arms and legs unnaturally heavy, his movements much too slow. He hadn't had really pushed the foreign hand away, as it only had stopped moving midair a few inches away from him. Sam's left grabbed for the doorhandle above his head, but his system was still flushed with whatever was in that drink and he was exhausted from puking his guts out.
The hand, that had been soothing, comforting, grounding him mere moments ago, was the exact opposite now. It came for him, but instead of pulling his hand from the door handle, it went straight for his left upper arm and wrapped around it like a vise. It pushed down on his already existing big painful bruise from his fall and encounter with the rumble on his work shift last night.* Instandly Sam's hold on the doorhandle losened and his complete arm went limb, when white hot pain exploded. His scream was muffeled, while he jerked his head towards his left shoulder fighting to controll that pain. Desperate puffs didn't really help to get through this cruel moment. He needed a second to brace himself, than flightmode took the upper hand again. He trashed and kicked, trying to pull away. The grip around his arm tightend, but Sam knew, this was probably his only chance. In his violent struggle, he bumped his own head against the rear passanger door.
The pounding in his skull had been overtoned by his panic reaction, but now it was back. He was dazed all of a sudden. His free arm went to his tuft reflexively. Over the concert inside his head he hadn't registered, that the hand around his already bruised arm was gone.
A sting in his left tight and the last remains of fight left him. His pounding head went into a stupor in seconds and he felt his heavy muscles getting even heavier. It was scary, but soothing at the same time. He couldn't react anymore, he couldn't fight, he couldn't move at all anymore. And he just didn't want to. His hand slipped from his head and fell down flabby. He didn't feel it hitting the floor of the vehicle. It wasn't a part of him anymore. His hammering heartbeat seemed to have been cut into half by whatever was injected in his leg.
His surroundings got blurry again. A last aspirated "Home?!" escaped his lips. Sam wasn't able to move his neck, so the only thing he really could see was a diffuse figure behind the wheel out of the corner of his eye, the head was looking at him, maybe some movement in his face. Sam really couldn't tell.
"Home? They don't care about you. Actually, there's nobody who cares about you out there. But don't worry my little hummingbird. I do."
The fuzzy traffic light changed from red to yellow. The man was humming and scarly it sounded soothing again.
The yellow blop turned green and than everything turned black.
"I can't understand you, you're slurring your words. What's wrong?" - Sach to Gabe
Head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Tongue too heavy to lift. Roof of mouth; sides of teeth. Words hard to pronounce. Neck-ache felt down spine. Lips chapped. Jaw pops; stiff.
Somewhere, water drips. Machine whirring. The occasional rodent had crept in, kept company. Gnawing bloodied, moth-eaten shirtstrings. But that too, died.
Choked on own foolishness.
So did he. Screaming himself hoarse.
Blues unfocused. Hazy. Partial squint. Speaking felt like razorblades.
❝ Yo...You're...not...M-Mi...ke? ❞ No sensation in legs. Forearms bared; skin blotched. Prolonged period of infection. Fingers barely twitch.
All he'd known was darkness. And loneliness.
Numbing fear latches icy claws into heart. Ribcage far too small. Gasped breaths. Too little oxygen.
mind control cw, mind control tw, death mention cw, death mention tw, violence cw, violence tw, drugs cw, drugs tw, drugged cw, drugged tw, loss of will cw, loss of will tw
There was such a profound feeling of fog in my mind. The only thing that was clear were the commands that Giselle spoke. My body listened even though I didn’t want to. I had been stripped of my captain’s haori and forced to wear a Quincy uniform. I couldn’t fight back, the fog that seeped through each synapse, each electrical pulse making me unable to do anything but obey the Quincy girl. Her voice, her will, anything she wanted from me I obeyed without pause. It was as though my own will was caged behind hers. I didn’t even feel like myself, let alone feel much of anything.
I didn’t know if I were even technically alive but I moved when told to. I attacked when told to. I fought for Giselle.
Even with a part of me trying to claw its way out I was stuck in a state of just being conscious enough to obey. Nothing else mattered. My life did not matter unless the girl decided it did. Moments within the fog my mind screamed at me trying to get me to do something, anything, of my own will. To no avail my will could not push past what kept me under her spell for lack of a better word.
When she summoned me to fight against Madarame and Ayasegawa I came without complaint. My body complied with her orders. I drew my zanpakuto and attacked. The part that was still me begged to be let out, begged to stop fighting my comrades. Unfortunately the control that her blood had over me kept me unable to pry myself from it. My muscles moved of their own accord and I could see myself trying to kill both of the members from the Juuichibantai. I watched myself in silent horror as I froze Madarame’s leg, then stabbed him through the chest. I continued to attack him until Ayasegawa blocked and my violence turned on him. I didn’t give him a chance to even release his zankpakuto. If I could have told them to kill me I would have. During this battle that’s all I could think of what would stop me from killing my comrades. The battle continued and even though I held little respect for Kurotsuchi I didn’t truly want to kill him either.
I did what my mistress wanted, fighting and trying to kill her enemies. I could hear the excitement in his voice in how he wanted to use me as a new test subject in order to create new medicines. My body still moved, attacked, not stopping without an order from Giselle. Attack after attack, I started to feel something pricking my skin. Kurotsuchi had to have been doing something. The fog was still strong, but I was starting to feel something different.
He started to ask me what loop I was on, speaking as though he’d already given me drugs. He had. I realized it too late. I’d been following the orders given to me that even my own distrust of the captain was put to the side. He stabbed each of my limbs with his zanpakuto, consequently immobilizing them. My body tried to move, tried to fight back. There was no use. Even if Giselle ordered me to move, to kill him, I couldn’t.
“It pains me to give this to you when you’re unable to resist,” Kurotsuchi sighed and finally part of me was able to come out.
“No! Stop!” I begged. I hated to be at his mercy but he approved of my begging and injected the drug into my neck.
Pain radiated throughout my body. I screamed, cried out, but couldn’t thrash about. I felt Giselle’s control be taken from me, but replaced with the fog of Kurotsuchi’s control. My heart ached, begging to be free. All I wanted was to be in control of myself again. I didn’t want to be at the behest of someone else.
Merle figured it was about time for a change in luck. Their day had been terrible so far. They had woken up late, their boss had yelled at them, and they’d been so overwhelmed at work that they were just now getting food, with the sun sinking low in the sky. They were heading towards their favorite take-out place when a small form on the sidewalk ahead caught their eye.
A scrawny person was tucked against an upcoming shop, reading the window sign. Merle was instantly drawn in—their head would barely reach Merle’s shoulders. As they walked, Merle’s well-trained eyes flicked inconspicuously over the figure swaddled in baggy clothing. Dark brown hair hung over their high cheeks in a shaggy cut, hiding their ears. They could tell it was a dye, though, as they got closer. Pale blue hair peeked out where the roots were wearing through.
Merle’s pace picked up speed, just as the person went inside the shop. They followed without a second thought, waiting just at the corner of the building. The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur, their heart rate stammering in their chest. They could barely contain their giddy excitement while waiting.
In no time at all, the person walked out of the shop, face already buried in the sandwich they had bought. Merle started forward instantly, bumping into them clumsily enough to make them drop their sandwich on the ground. The little thing let out a cry of distress, jumping away.
Merle assumed an expression of concern. “Oh no! I’m so sorry—are you hurt?”
The person looked at them with wide blue eyes—eyes the same shade as their roots. “N-no. I’m okay.”
Oh, that voice was precious.
“Are you sure? At least let me buy you something for dinner.”
Those blue eyes glanced mournfully at the sandwich on the ground, but they seemed to be regaining their composure as they plastered a smile on their face. “No, that’s okay. Thank you, though.”
Merle frowned. “Please? I won’t be able to forgive myself if I ruined your dinner and then just left. You seemed really hungry, too.” They even let loose a pout, wondering if they were overdoing slightly or just really, really selling it.
Either way, the little thing in front of them sighed a little, thin shoulders slumping. “If you’re that set on it…”
They beamed. “I know a great place! Follow me.” Then they grabbed that little hand in theirs and started dragging them along the sidewalk.
“Wow, you really had this planned out, didn’t you?” It was spoken with a begrudging huff, an air of awkward amusement and sarcasm. Merle laughed at how true the words were.
“I’m an opportunist,” they admitted with a flashing smile and a glance over their shoulder.
Those delicate lips twitched upward into the ghost of a smile. “My name is Aspen.”
“That’s gorgeous,” they said. They could probably do better, though. Aspen sounded too much like a name, too much like a free thing that owned itself. Aspen wouldn’t be that for much longer. They’d have to make some changes. “My name is Merle.”
Very soon they came up to the place Merle had in mind. It hadn’t been their original plan for the evening, but this place was very close to their house, and the staff knew them. They quickly guided Aspen into the corner to eat, vanishing off to grab their drinks. By the time they sat down to eat, they had already learned some more about Aspen.
He liked to travel, and had been on the road for a while. He claimed with an eye roll and a smirk that coffee had stunted his growth. He didn’t have many people he knew, so it was nice to have someone to talk to. Merle listened and prodded him for more, enraptured. He was perfect. It was as if he had been made, just for them.
As Aspen yawned for around the third time and drained the last of their drink, Merle leaned a bit closer to them over the table, reaching across.
“Your hair is gorgeous,” they said casually, suppressing a grin at the way Aspen tensed nervously and ducked away slightly. “Did you dye it yourself?”
And by the look of sudden horror in his eyes, he knew he was screwed. “I-I didn't—”
Merle already had their fingers sifting through those locks, though, tucking them behind a pointed ear. They didn’t bother stopping their grin this time.
“Well look at that,” they murmured.
Aspen lurched to his feet, attempting to make a dash for the exit, but the drug was already in effect, and his legs didn’t support his weight. Merle caught hold of him with a concerned glance around the room.
“Woah there, are you okay?” they asked, loud enough to carry. “Why don’t we get you home? You’ve had enough to drink.”
“No,” Aspen grunted against them. They were already scooping him up in their arms and walking out the door.
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When Aspen woke up, there was a moment where nothing made sense. His head hurt, swimming with murk and fog. He groaned, shifting and cracking his eyes open.
Then everything hit him in a flood.
No. No no no nononono—
He gasped raggedly, head slamming back with the sudden panic. His skull rammed against something hard and metal, and he cried out softly.
Then came the sound of a camera shuttering. A chuckle. He felt sick to his stomach, but his eyes opened to seek out the sources of the noise against his will.
The person who had drugged him–Merle, that was their name–was sitting cross-legged on the ground a few feet away from them, camera nestled in their lap and a playful smile on their face.
“That was one of the more dramatic awakenings I’ve ever seen, but then again, I’ve never done this before,” they said, tone light as if this weren’t the most horrific situation one could imagine. “Very artfully done, really. Stunning.” They sighed in almost a starstruck way.
Aspen stared at them in horror, then jerked his arms against whatever was restraining him. He risked a glance above his head to confirm that they were handcuffs. Attaching him to a radiator. He was very briefly and detachedly offended at how cliché it all seemed.
“Why, why am I here?” he asked, voice rough. Crumpled and tied up on the floor like this, it was so very obvious how much bigger Merle was than them. Aspen wasn’t even that small.
Merle cast them a grin, unfolding their legs to move closer to Aspen. Close enough to be hovering over him. Aspen shrank back as far as he could, but the cold metal bars of the radiator blocked his movement.
“You’re here because you’re gorgeous, sweet thing, and I don’t think the world deserves to have you.” They tilted their head playfully, dark hair enveloping one shoulder.
Aspen tried to ignore the deep pang of fear that brought. Instead, they sneered. “And you do?”
Merle laughed. Their smile lit up their eyes in a way that was intoxicating to watch, even in a place like this. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
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imagine following your f/o around town for the night. they're spending time with their friends and you just want to keep an eye on them. you wouldn't want them to put themself into any strange situations. you follow them into a bar and linger around the sea of people. you get a drink, but don't consume any of it. instead you move away from the bar side and back to your spot near a wall. you watch as your f/o goes up and orders a drink. the bartender mixes their drink and hands it off to them. your f/o returns to their friends and puts their drink down. the opportunity you'd been waiting for is here.
you wander through the mass of people in the bar. careful to move towards your f/o's drink unnoticed. it's easy to become lost in a crowd. your f/o and their friends step away from their drinks. opportunity has handed you more this evening. you take a sip from your drink and then place it down on the table. close to your f/o's drink. you add a substance from a flask in your jacket to your drink. nobody would question someone adding something to their own drink. you slide your flask back into your jacket and press the glass to your mouth. you don't drink any though, it's just for show. you set it back on the table and turn to get a look at the bar's scene. your f/o and their friends are working their way back to the table.
"hey, F/O. we picked the same bar to vibe at." you give a one handed wave to your f/o as they and their friends return.
"hey, Y/N!" your f/o greets you over the music and voices of the bar. you turn back to the table and grab your f/o's drink. it’s the drink you would expect them to get. you know your f/o so well. you got the same drink. your f/o leans near you to pick up the swapped drink. you lean in a little and get a good whiff of the smell of your f/o's hair.
smells good.
for the next fifteen minutes, you hang out with your f/o and their friends. you watch as they greedily drink down the mixed drink. you sip at the drink now in your possession. just a bit of alcohol for the night will do you fine. tonight is about your f/o. as the minutes pass you move closer to your f/o. you know each other fine enough. to your f/o's friends you are another good friend.
the effects of the substance added to the drink begin working. your f/o starts to wobble and lean against you more. their breathing grows more ragged each passing moment. you watch as their cheeks flush red and their eyes grow just the slightest bit hazy.
"woah there, F/O," you brace them and hold them up, looking at your work "let me get you home." your f/o mumbles protest and you look at their friends and have a laugh. they agree that your f/o needs to get home.
once outside the bar, you pick up your f/o. they struggle against your hold to no avail. the powerful aphrodisiac mixture (and the whopping amount you added) has done wonders to them. you walk with them in your arms into the dark night. street lamps glow overhead while you tread the sidewalks of the city. you head toward your place. the two of you are in for a fun filled evening.
