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@whumpril Day 2: LIES. Easy A (2010)

"And here you all are. Waiting outside the closet door for me to kiss Todd, listening to me pretend to have sex with Brandon, paying me to lie for you, calling probably the last virgin in school a whore. Guys. Seriously."

[linecrosser]

Whumpril 2025 - Day 2 - Lies

"Lie to me, and you will regret it."

[lostwhump]

@whumpril | Day #2: Lies Prometheus (2012)

[the-bar-sinister]

Crocodile likes to bite, and he likes to bite hard. Galdino often finds himself pinned— the threat of the hook against his thigh or belly— while Crocodile's jaws sink into the soft part of his throat. Deep sucking kisses bruise flesh, while Galdino whimpers and tries not to squirm so much that the hook breaks his skin.

Crocodile's teeth break the skin anyway, drawing blood.

Later, Galdino ends up staring in the mirror, looking like he's been mauled by an animal— sets of marks adorn his throat, his chest, and his shoulders, each one radiating a bloom of ache that almost echoes pleasure. He hisses through his teeth as Crocodile kisses each bite, and pulls him down into his lap as he rubs alcohol and ointment on them.

"Don't cover them up," he warns, wrapping his arm around Galdino's shoulders. "It's more fun when people can see."

"For you!" Galdino huffs. "It's difficult enough to get people to respect me, let alone when I'm walking around as your canvas."

Crocodile smirks, hook trailing up the back of Galdino's spine.

"Don't give me that shit, Dino. We both know you know exactly how to shut up anyone who doesn't respect you."

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Whumpril Day 2: Bite

[robyn-runestone]

Whumpril Day 2 - Bite

This is my own take on this scene from @localsimpissleepy's Servers Down AU. If you wanna see a cool zombie apocalypse story with a Just Dance spin, I'd recommend having a look!

Story under the cut

Haze and Gray had only left the room for a minute at most, though T-Bam wouldn't have been able to tell you how much time had passed.

The only thing his mind could focus on at all was the bloody indents in his leg. Pounding pain radiated from the fresh bite mark at its epicentre. He never should have gotten that mark. He should have been more careful and kept his guard up. He should have noticed that... thing.

He shuddered, from both the pain and the ghastly memory. It had grabbed his ankle with a cold, deceptively-strong hand. Before he knew it, its teeth sunk into his flesh like a steel trap. And equally like a steel trap, it had refused to let go.

T-Bam didn't know what he would have done if Gray hadn't come back for him. His friend's foot came slamming into the face of the monster, over and over again, until it finally relinquished its catch.

Another wave of pain crept up his leg, and he grit his teeth with a sharp wince. Joy-Ce, who was accompanying him in the other two's brief absence, gave him a squeeze.

"It's gonna be fine, T-Bam," he tried to be reassuring, but he failed to hide the tremble in his voice. "Just close your eyes... please, just focus on me."

And T-Bam did. It was all he could do as he witnessed Gray walking out of the kitchen - a meat cleaver in hand and barely-suppressed panic in his eyes.

They all knew it had to be done. The thing that bit him used to be a coach. Every single one of these mindless beings were once coaches, friends, children. And if T-Bam didn't want to join them, the leg had to go. It was either a limb or his humanity.

T-Bam had accepted it, but it didn't mean he had to watch. He didn't know what would be worse; the nauseating sight of his leg being chopped off, or the look on his friend's face as he forced himself to do the worst thing he would ever have to do.

He heard Gray take a deep breath, and the air he let out was tainted with pure shame.

"You'll be fine, T-Bam. It'll be quick, I promise."

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Whumpril Day 2: Bite

At this rate Raph would never get a real chance to place in the Battle Nexus Championship. He was starting to wonder about the vetting of their contestants; between the incidents with Drako, Kluh and what was happening today, something about the process needed to be seriously reworked.

It wasn’t fun anymore when the other players abandoned any sort of friendly competition, restraint or reason and resorted to, oh, say, biting like some rabid dog. Not a dry bite either; a surge of creepy-crawly heat had flooded through his forearm with such dizzying speed, he was on the ground before Gyoji could materialize in the ring to call foul.

As fast as his brothers were carrying him to the healers’ pavilion, the venom was faster, radiating, seeping into every muscle. Every uncontrolled, feverish spasm that rocked through him throbbed. His searing blood roared, reducing Mikey’s voice to bits and pieces overhead—sharp, scathing bits and pieces teeming with exceedingly rare, uncharacteristic yet entirely genuine rage. Something about “playing dirty” and “banned” and “see that nasty cheater’s face again, I’ll—!”

Don and Leo were talking over each other, just as fierce, but Raph couldn’t spare the concentration to parse them out over the realization that the nausea bubbling in his swollen throat was too thick to swallow. He gurgled, coughed and then choked, flailing in their arms.

“Raph?!”

“Oh, shell! His mouth, he’s frothing—”

“Set him down, get him on his side!”

“Somebody help!”

“Our brother! We need some help here!”

“Hold on, Raph, just hold on!”

His arm was limp, long since numb from the oozing puncture marks and upwards, but the little consolation he had as he retched was one of his brother’s hands squeezing his trembling fingers to steady them. His last tether to consciousness.

Just hold on…

[madmarsii]

Sorry I lied

Whumpril 2025 | 2. Lies

CW: betrayal, beating

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The car was bumping on the road, beautiful scenery of green hills and rain behind the window. The Hero couldn’t enjoy it. They were huddled in the passenger seat, tears silently streaming down their face.

Superhero didn’t glance away from the road, but they knew. They always knew.

“Hey,” they started, biting their lower lip. “Hey, sweetie. It’s alright. You don’t need to be afraid. Nothing is going to happen to you. Not when I’m here.”

Hero stifled and dipped their head to the shirt, hiding their face. Their glassy eyes trailed the green horizon and the huge blackness above.

“Yeah. I know,” they managed, because of curse nothing is going to happen to them. Superhero always took care of them. Always stayed up when they were fighting with the nightmares. Always made sure they felt loved and warm and comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” they added. It was ridiculous to question Superhero after everything they have done for them. After they saved them from Villain. After they patched all their wounds-

“You don’t need to be sorry. Ever. I understand this is hard for you.”

To see the Villain?

Hard was an understatement. It was a fucking nightmare.

But the Hero had to pull themselves together. It was time. They couldn’t keep holding their team back forever, couldn’t spend all the time trembling in fear just because someone raised their voice. They were the Hero, after all. They were supposed to be the one helping, not the one being helped.

So, if Superhero asked them to stand with their team—to meet the Villain—they agreed.

And maybe—maybe, they would finally be over it. They would see that the Villain was just failed nobody not deserving their time, their fear, their rage. Nothing is going to happen to me, obviously. They could laugh to the Villain’s face and then draw a thick line behind them. Make this the closure they needed.

The car stopped, but neither Superhero nor the Hero moved. The silence stretched. Then, the Superhero spoke. “Are you ready?”

“As much as I can be.”

The Superhero leaned closer. Their gaze flicked to the hero’s shaking hands, then back to their face. “Thank you for doing this for me. For us.”

“It’s nothing,” they whispered and clenched their hands into fists. It was time to face the Villain. To finally be strong again. They took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, but Superhero caught their wrist. They gave the Hero soft look and reassuring smile.

“Hey, sweetie. All that happened to you—It’s over.”

“…I know.” With those words, they finally opened the door and stepped outside.

It was still raining and the grass still looked ridiculously green. There was a hint of sweetness in the air—the smell of new growth. New chapters.

Superhero joined them outside and few moments later, new car pulled by.

Hero gulped and forced their shaking hands into fists again. They didn’t want—if the Villain—they were not going to let them see.

They forced their back straight and breath steady, as they watched the figure in black step out of the car. It took all their strength not to back away. Not to flinch.

The Villain stretched their lips into a wide, twisted smile, their eyes predatory and all wrong.

“Long time no see, pretty one.”

Their gaze loomed over Hero for too long. The Hero clenched their teeth.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Nothing is going to happen to me.

Superhero is with me.

They raised their chin little bit higher, meeting Villain’s eyes. I’m not scared of you. Not anymore. But those were lies. Hero knew it. Villain knew it too. They smiled again with this ugly pleased smile, as if they were a cat about to play with a mouse.

The Villain turned to the Superhero. “I’m delighted you agreed to this transaction.”

Superhero stayed silent, their eyes unreadable. Then, they straightened and looked over to Hero. “Love… Go to the Villain.”

Hero froze. The time moved slowly, suddenly. There was something in the Villain’s eyes they didn’t notice before—devilish sparks—a victory. A tightness coiled in their chest, spreading slow and suffocating. This was wrong. The Superhero— They didn’t—

“Wha- Why?”

Villain outstretched their hand. “C’mon. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Hero looked to the Superhero, panicked. But their leader didn’t move. Didn’t put hand on their shoulder to comfort them. Didn’t laugh at this ridiculousness.

“Why…?” they repeated weakly.

This was the moment Villain lost patience. They grabbed Hero by the wrist and shoved them toward their car—

“Hey—No!”

Villain pushed them once more and they buckled to the ground, their knees and palms hitting the mud. Their thoughts tried to reason through it, tried to grasp something solid, but everything slipped like water through their fingers.

No.

Please no.

This can’t be happening—nothing was supposed to happen to me.

“Superhero!” they cried. Screamed. Kicked and dug their fingers to the soil. I don’t want to go. “Please!” You promised. “Please…”

Villain grabbed them by their shirt and pushed them back to their feet, twisting their arms behind their back. They turned them to face Superhero—to look into their leader’s eyes—to see this beautiful, beautiful betrayal.

“Please,” they sobbed uselessly. They couldn’t go back.

Superhero stared at them, their eyes glassy but face stone like as always. “I am sorry, love. I­— I am sorry.”

Hero gulped on their cries. “Wh-y. Why are- you- doing th-is to me?”

“I am sorry. They have hostages, Hero. Forty of them. It’s you… for all of them. I hope you understand.”

“You promised it was over.” Tears streamed down their face. Their head was spinning, the world blurry. “You promised nothing would happen to me—I agreed to go—“ Their voice broke. Chest heaved with uncontrolled cries. “Plea-se. You know what they’ll do—what they did to me. Don’t give me away.”

Superhero stood still, unmoving.

“Alright. That was enough,” the Villain said, pulling them closer to the car.

“No… Please.”

Superhero watched.

“I mean, what did you expect? You are useless,” the Villain hummed. “You should be grateful that I’m willing to take you back. That I’m exchanging you for forty prisoners!”

Hero swallowed hard, forcing themself to breathe. To fight. To ignore the creeping weight pressing down on their ribs.”

“NO!” they screamed, power crackling between their fingers, for the first time after their capture. They were not going back.

“Stop it,” bit out the Villain. They looked toward Superhero. “This is not what we agreed on.”

“They are out of shape,” Superhero replied calmly. “I wonder why it is such a struggle for you to handle them.” They moved fast as the lightning, striking Hero to lower abdomen, sending them down. Hero growled in pain—second strike and third—their head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused.

Superhero grabbed them by the shoulder, dragged them towards Villain’s car and shoved them into the trunk. They closed it fast, before they could see Hero’s tears again, the blood running from their nose.

They took unsteady breath. Their watch beeped and there—a single message: Hostage location confirmed. Villain kept the deal.

Superhero looked at the black car, for the last time. Sorry I lied, love. And then they left.

[serickswrites]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Warnings: explosions, crush injuries, blood, hidden injuries, rescue, mcd

Whumpee knew it was bad. Knew that the explosion Whumper had set to escape pursuit was bad. Knew it was bad as they yelled at Caretaker to run as the building came down around them. Knew it was bad as they came to buried under support beams, unable to feel their legs, and having difficulty breathing.

"C-C-Caretaker," they called breathlessly. Caretaker had to be ok. This was their fault that Caretaker was there. Caretaker had wanted to wait for back up before confronting Whumper, but Whumpee hadn't listened. Caretaker was in this because of them.

"Here," Caretaker called weakly. "Where are you?"

Dust had settled around them, coating everything in a fine grey layer. Caretaker coughed. Whumpee strained to see through the dusty gloom, crying out in pain as something pressed deeper into their abdomen.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker sounded worried.

"F-F-Fine. I'm just stuck." This was very bad. Very bad. But they couldn't worry Caretaker.

"I'll come to you. Hold on."

"Be careful," Whumpee said. This was their fault. Caretaker couldn't get hurt.

"Whumpee, there you are," Caretaker's face appeared in Whumpee's field of vision. They had a bleeding cut over their eyebrow, but other than that, they seemed relatively unharmed.

"Are you ok?" They had to be sure. Caretaker had to be ok.

"Yeah, I was really lucky. Some support beams crashed into each other and formed a little cave for me. How bad is it, Whumpee?"

"Not too bad," Whumpee lied quickly. They knew it was bad. Very bad. The fact that they were struggling to breathe told them just how bad it was. But they couldn't worry Caretaker. They had to convince Caretaker to leave them to find help.

"Help should be on the way, I heard sirens before you called for me." Caretaker sat down next to Whumpee's head and stroked Whumpee's cheek. "I can try and get you out if you want."

Whumpee shook their head. "We don't know how unstable everything is. Better to wait for help." They had to convince Caretaker to leave them. To leave to get help. To get rescued. "You could climb out and tell them how to find me."

"No chance, Whumpee. I'm not leaving you. I have my phone, I called for backup. They'll call me. I can tell them where we are." Caretaker stared into Whumpee's eyes. "How bad is it really, Whumpee?"

"I'm just a little banged up. I'm sure help will be here soon." Whumpee tried to suck in as much air as they could without drawing attention to the fact that they couldn't breathe. "Distract me while we wait."

"With what?"

"Tell me a fun story. From when you were a kid." Whumpee just needed to hold on until help arrived. Then they could convince Caretaker to leave them. Every breath was a struggle. Keeping their eyes open was nearly impossible. They were so cold and it was so tempting to close their eyes and drift back to sleep. But they couldn't do that. That would worry Caretaker.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I stole a golf cart and drove it into the neighbor's swimming pool?"

"No. I would love to hear about it."

Caretaker gave a weak smile and began to speak. Whumpee barely paid attention to Caretaker's words. They just held on to Caretaker's voice. That was all that mattered. Staying awake for Caretaker. Caretaker mattered. Whumpee hummed at the right moments, though even that was becoming harder and harder to do.

Caretaker's phone rang loudly, interrupting Caretaker's story. "Hello!"

"Oh thank God, Caretaker. Can you hear us?" Teammate One's voice sounded tinny and distant, though Whumpee realized that may be their hearing beginning to fail because Caretaker didn't strain to hear.

"Loud and clear."

"Are you ok? Whumpee ok?"

"I'm ok. Small cut. Whumpee's pinned under a support beam. We can't get them out. But they're alert and oriented. They're not reporting any pain. I can't see any bleeding."

"That's good to hear."

Whumpee blinked heavily. They realized they missed part of the conversation with that blink. Caretaker hadn't noticed. Not yet at least. This was their chance. They had to get Caretaker to climb out.

"Caretaker," Whumpee said weakly, "sorry to interrupt."

Caretaker turned their complete attention to Whumpee. "You're not interrupting. We're just trying to figure out a way to get you and me out of here."

"You could climb out. Memorize the route. Bring help to me." This had to work. This was the only way. They couldn't bear if Caretaker got hurt because of them. Help could take hours to find them. Caretaker needed to get their head checked out.

"I'm not leaving you," Caretaker replied quickly.

"You can. I'll be ok," Whumpee lied. They were anything but ok. "It'll take them so much longer to find us if you don't lead them here. Besides, you should get your head checked out soon. Just in case."

"You have a head injury?" Teammate One said urgently.

"It's nothing. Whumpee's pinned. We need to get them out first."

"I agree with Whumpee's plan. Climb out. Draw us a map. We'll get you checked out and while you're doing that, the rest of us can get to Whumpee."

Caretaker's mouth was a thin line as they considered Teammate One's words. "Please, Caretaker," Whumpee said. Whumpee couldn't live with themself if Caretaker had a serious injury.

"Fine. But if the medics clear me, I'm coming back down with the team." Caretaker cupped Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee leaned into their warmth. "I'll be right back, Whumpee. You'll be ok. Help is here."

Whumpee smiled as Caretaker crawled away from them. Smiled until Caretaker was out of sight. Caretaker was getting help. Caretaker would be safe. Caretaker was going to be ok. The immense relief Whumpee felt had them closing their eyes and sighing. Caretaker's safety was all that mattered.

***

"They're just through here," Caretaker said as they crawled forward. The medics had taped a wad of gauze to the wound above their eyebrow and determined that Caretaker needed imaging to determine the extent of their head injury. Caretaker decided that could wait. Whumpee needed their help. Whumpee was very hurt.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker called. "Whumpee, we're back!"

Silence answered Caretaker.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted louder as bile crept up the back of their throat.

Still, there was no reply. "Hurry," Caretaker said as they picked up the pace. Their heart was thundering in their chest as they rounded the last corner to where they had left Whumpee.

"Whumpee, we're here!" Caretaker said as they could see Whumpee hadn't moved from their spot.

Their eyes were closed and they were terribly still. "Whumpee?"

"Let us work, Caretaker. We'll get them out. Just hold on. You promised you wouldn't do any heavy lifting." Teammate One shouldered forward, the rest of the team following along behind them.

Caretaker watched with growing dread as the team got to work. One of them had checked Whumpee's cheek very quickly and whispered something to Teammate One. Teammate One nodded. "Let's do this quickly and carefully. The four of you will lift the beam while I pull Whumpee out. Got it?"

The team murmured their agreement. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't be working so quickly if Whumpee wasn't ok. Whumpee was just resting. Conserving energy. Perhaps they had fainted. But they were going to be ok. As soon as Teammate One pulled Whumpee free they could hurry forward.

"Ready? On three. One. Two. Three." The team strained and lifted the beam and Teammate One hooked their arms under Whumpee and pulled. "Clear!" Teammate One said and the team carefully set the beam down.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker said as they hurried over. Their brain refused to make sense of what their eyes were seeing. This couldn't be real. Whumpee's chest was covered in blood. Three deep wounds seemed to be the source of most of the bleeding. Whumpee was completely limp in Teammate One's arms, their head lolling on their neck with each movement.

"I'm sorry, Caretaker," Teammate One said as they sat back on their heels.

"No," Caretaker shook their head. "No."

"They're gone, Caretaker. I'm so sorry."

"No," Caretaker sobbed as they reached Whumpee's side. "No, they said they were fine. They're fine. They're just unconscious."

"I think they didn't want you to worry, Caretaker. Whumpee always worried about your well being more than their own."

Caretaker pulled Whumpee into their arms. They had to be sure. Had to be completely sure. Whumpee's limbs flopped with the movement and Whumpee was a complete deadweight in Caretaker's arms. Caretaker didn't care that they were getting coated in Whumpee's blood. They pressed two fingers to the pulse in Whumpee's neck. "Please, please, please," they begged as tears streamed down their face.

But as no beat came, Caretaker realized that Teammate One wasn't wrong. Whumpee had lied to them. Had lied to them to get them to get help. For themself. "Please, Whumpee, no. Please! Come back, Whumpee, please!" Caretaker screamed as they rocked with Whumpee in their arms. Though Caretaker begged and screamed and cried, Whumpee did not come back.

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