June Of Doom Day 12

June of Doom Day 12

"It's no use"

| Explosion | Fainting | Trembling |

Cw: Creepy Whumper, fear, the above prompts.

First block of exams are nearly over so hopefully I can post at more reasonable hours soon. However, my friend has given me her illness so this is entirely dependent on my living through this cold. Anyway, enjoy the whump!

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The explosion rocked the building so hard that pieces of rubble cam falling down from the ceiling. Whumpee huddled against the wall of the basement, trembling in fear and hugging their knees, desperate to hide.

Whumper was here for them, they knew. They were coming to take them away again. Whumpee could do nothing but hope and pray that they wouldn't be found.

But those hopes were shattered when the door swung open with a bang and Whumper's sing-song voice came drifting towards them. "Oh Whumpee," they called. "Come out, come out wherever you are."

Their tone promised violence, and it was all Whumpee could do to keep from whimpering. They were hidden behind an old cabinet, and Whumper had yet to spot them.

"It's no use hiding from me Whumpee. I'll find you eventually. And then we can have such fun together."

Whumpee heard the tell-tale sign of a knife running across the wall. The scrape was loud, close by, and Whumpee couldn't stop himself from shivering so hard it rattled the furniture in front of them.

The cabinet fell with a crash as Whumpee looked up to face Whumper, who hefted their machete a smiled.

"Oh, Whumpee," they crooned. "You look terrible."

As they reached for Whumpee though, the fear became too much, and darkness clouded their vision as Whumper grasped their wrist.

This is a bit different from like, ur horny jail asks but I'm a sucker for how u write hero whump<33

Could u write smth w like, maybe the Hero had to give information on villain to Supervillain/hero and at first, Villain is absolutely devastated and furious by the betrayal, until they notice how Hero has been quieter or flinching more or some sign of abuse and becomes more worried

Ur local annoying Snow ❄️❄️ :)))

I love it.

Trade In

Villains hand squeezed tighter around the knife, already fuming with rage before the hero even set foot into the dimly lit street to meet them. They were taking in ragged breaths to try and remain calm for the time being, they needed to talk to Hero before they could slit their throat.

Yet, even with their attempt at controlling themselves, Villain knew the facade wouldn’t last long. Their blood was boiling and they had it out for their nemesis.

“How could you.”

Hero took a step towards the villain, not even trying for a pitiful excuse or any shred of remorse for their former partner. The hero was calm and collected—or so it may seem to anyone passing by—but Villain was keen. They were smarter than that. They could see the small tremble that infected the hero and their confidence.

“How could you.”

“Villain-”

“No… No, how dare you.”

The villains tone was harsh enough to make the hero flinch, taking a small, cowardly step back. Their hands were shaking at their sides so they gripped them into fists, but it didn’t hide the wobble in Hero’s tone nor the nervous shuffle of their feet.

Villain hardly thought anything of it. Even if it was quite unlike the hero to seem so truly afraid.

“I trusted you. That information was personal.”

“Villain, please-”

“And what do you do with it? You go and hand it over to your boss, hm? So they can break into my home and ruin years of meticulous work to kill me?”

Villain moved forward swiftly, giving the hero just enough time to scramble backwards. Hero’s tough act dropped completely as they yelped and stumbled over their own feet. Landing with their back against the cement and their head knocked up badly.

“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me dead?” Villain stood over top of the cowering hero, watching the panic flood their eyes at the closeness of their enemy and the blood seeping from the back of their head. Villain tucked their blade back into the holster on their belt; it was so much more fun to play with food before you ate it anyways.

The criminal reached down, grabbing the neckline of Hero’s suit and hoisting them up into the air, watching as they desperately clung to Villains arms. Trying to pry themselves away, but keep the tips of their toes touching the ground as they began to plead.

“Is that what you wanted?” Villain brought Hero closer, their noses practically touching. “Is that what you still want?”

Hero whimpered, blinking back tears as they struggled to breathe through the panic attack and the slight suffocation Villain brought them generously. They were terrified; Villain could see that clearly now.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

Something wasn’t right.

“I-I’m sorry- I-I swear… Please, I’m s-so sorry.”

Villain dropped them. The hero—now in hysterics as they landed harshly on the pavement for the second time—clutched their rib cage as they tried to steady their breathing. Wincing at every breath that came in and groaning at every breath that came out, completely forgetting the gash at the back of their head that continued to pulse and ooze.

The criminal and the crime-stopper hadn’t fought in months, in fact, Villain hadn’t seen Hero on the streets or news at all for months. There was no reason for the hero to be holding their chest and not their head, and definitely no reason for them to be in pain with every breath.

Against their better judgement and the anger that still flowed freely in their veins, Villain kneeled down to face their nemesis. Yanking their head free from its tucked in position by Hero’s hair as Villain brought their face to meet their own. Hero’s pleading eyes and blurry vision against Villains angry glare and annoyance.

“P-please, I p-promise I’ll do b-better next time— I-I promise… J-just please n-no more p-prods…” Hero sobbed, shutting their eyes tight to avoid anymore contact with the villain.

“Hero… What? What are you talking about?”

Pieces to the puzzle were slowly starting to connect in Villains brain. With the hero exposed in front of them they could see tons of new scars and fresh bruises that were definitely not there a few months ago.

Hero’s arms lashed out from their stabilizing hold on their chest, grabbing Villains tool belt and pulling out the blade Villain had previously been holding. At first, Villain assumed it would be used against them, but Hero did the complete opposite. Instead, they offered it to the villain, gently pushing it towards them in the palms of their hands.

“P-please… Wha-whatever you want to do to me… Punish m-me… please. A-Anything but the p-prods.”

Horrified, Villain pushed the knife quickly out of Hero’s hands and cast it off to the side. They rushed the hero right after, only allowing Hero a short scream as the knife left their fingers and clattered to the ground before Villain had scooped them up into their arms.

Villain bolted their arms tightly around the crime-stopper, not waisting another second as they headed off down the street to their lair. As they hurried down the street Villain wished they could say it was because they could do better torturing at home.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The real reason being that Villain still had hope, some last strand of hope that maybe Hero hadn’t given away their information for free, but was tortured into it.

Truth be told, Villain wanted their old dynamic back still and maybe this was their chance to get it. But before they could even think of that, Villain would need to find out what really happened and get Hero to calm down before they woke up the whole neighbourhood begging to be whipped instead of shocked.

June of Doom Day 7

"What's the bad news?"

| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |

Cw: Kidnapping, ambiguity. I didn't use the chainsaw on my whumpee cause I'm not that cruel to poor Sidekick.

Exams have begun so tragically it will be a bit of "post schedule who?" for a while, but I'll do my best to keep posting every day!

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Sidekick watched through half-lidded eyes as Villain hefted the chainsaw and began hacking at the door. They were groggy and tired, their head pounding, and all they could hear was the beating of their heart and the roar of the chainsaw.

They knew they had to do something. Stop them. Get away. But they could barely form a sentence, let alone get up and run.

"Villain," they managed, "Let me- let me go."

Villain let go of the weapon and dropped it to the floor, not even looking at Sidekick, only at the fresh cuts they'd made in the wooden door that separated the two of them from the outside door. That kept Sidekick inside headquarters.

"None of that now Sidekick, I'm trying to help you."

They stepped back, gauging the distance, before bringing their leg up and kicking the door with all their might. It rattled. They did it again. And again. Until the door crashed to the ground outside.

Sidekick flinched at the noise.

Villain leant down and scooped Sidekick up, carrying them like they were nothing out the door and towards their car. Sidekick was too weak to do anything against them.

Villain managed to swing the car door open and lower Sidekick in without too much hassle, but as they tried to buckle them in, Sidekick did the only thing they could. They bit them.

"Ow, fuck. Did you just bite me? What the fuck, Sidekick?"

Villain pushed them back against the seat, one hand firmly on their chest, the other pulling the seatbelt across and buckling it.

Villain pulled away, cradling their hand. "Don't fucking bite me again, okay?"

They climbed into the driver seat and sped away from headquarters, Sidekick getting more and more groggy until they finally fell unconscious.

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AN: short ik but I'm trying. I like the ambiguity in this though. Like is villain caretaker or whumper? Who knows. Not me cause all I know is stress. If anyone wants to send asks feel free cause God knows I need the inspiration. I'll set up a proper pinned post for my blog whenever I find my sanity.

June of Doom Day 5

"It's not as bad as it looks."

| Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch |

Cw: The prompts above and implied torture.

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Whumpee lay on the cold basement floor, in the middle of the room where Whumper left them, and sobbed. The cuffs cut into their wrists and their stomach throbbed from the bruises that littered it.

They hadn't seen Other Whumpee when they were thrown in, the corners of the room were too dark. And Other Whumpee had been asleep until the sobs of Whumpee woke them.

Once they'd shaken off the remnant of the nightmare, Other Whumpee pulled themselves from the ground to help Whumpee. They approached the shivering form slowly, reaching out to them as though they were a wounded animal.

"Hey," they said softly, their hand touching gently on Whumpee's shoulder. Whumpee flinched away.

"Sorry," Other Whumpee whispered. Whumper didn't like it when they talked. "I just want to help you. Can I look at your wounds?"

Whumpee curled further away from them, their eyes adjusting to the dark to take in the hunched form in front of them. Other Whumpee was bruised and battered, the fingers on their left hand bent at wrong angles, but their eyes were kind, their voice sincere as they spoke to Whumpee.

Whumpee eventually pushed themselves up from the ground awkwardly, and let Other Whumpee come over to inspect the wounds.

There were ugly and dark bruises beginning to form, and Whumpee's leg was swollen and tender.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Other Whumpee reassured as he pressed on a particularly bad bruise and Whumpee whimpered.

"You've no broken bones, no serious internal bleeding, you'll heal just fine."

Whumpee just nodded.

"What's your name?" they managed finally, their voice hoarse from screaming and sobbing.

Other Whumpee just looked away. "It's best if we don't trade names. It's easier for Whumper to use us against each other then."

Whumpee nodded hesitantly.

"Get some rest, I'll explain some more in the morning. There are ways to placate Whumper, ways to keep from getting too hurt. I'll teach you."

"Escape?" Whumpee managed.

Other Whumpee barked a laugh. "There's no escape from here, only survival."

June of Doom Day 14

"What were you thinking?"

| Slurred Speech | Impalement | Fight |

Cw: The prompts above

Yall this is so tragic its after midnight and i haven't posted. But i haven't slept either so it still counts as the 14th in my mind.

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"What were you thinking?" Villain cried, holding Hero by the shoulders as they slumped around the pipe through their midsection.

"Had to-," Hero's speech was slurred. "Had to fight."

"No, no you didn't," Villain hissed, and placed their hand on the metal rod. "This is going to hurt."

"Wait-" Hero tried, but Villain didn't listen as they yanked the pole out. It fell to the ground with a clatter as Hero hissed in pain. Villain caught them as they fell, placong pressure on the wound.

"Time to get you to a hospital."

Hero was muttering, but Villain couldn't make out what they were saying, their speech was so slurred, so they just picked up Hero, bridal style, and set off towards their car, ready to bring Hero to hospital, and leaving the bloody aftermath of the fight on the ground in the alley behind them.

June of Doom Day 4

"Does that hurt?"

| Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilisation |

CW: mentions of abuse and the tags above obvs

I wrote some caretaking whump this time cause sometimes we need nice things in life. This is also very short and not great cause I'm writing this in a tent at 1am.

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Whumpee had become so cold they were no longer fully conscious. By the time Caretaker had found them, bloody and bruised in the woods, they were already frozen half to death.

They'd escaped Whumper, but at what cost?

Full of anxiety, Caretaker had settled them in a nest of blankets, placed a cup of hot chocolate between their blue, shaking hands, and set about treating their wounds. They bandaged the cut across Whumpee's head and placed plasters over the small cuts littering their arms and legs. Whumpee hadn't been able to tell them, but they presumed they were from running through the woods.

Whumpee was muttering as Caretaker tried to warm them up.

"Does that hurt?" Caretaker asked, pressing on a particularly harsh bruise above their clavicle.

Whumpee whined. "Please no. No more."

"Whumpee it's me, it's Caretaker."

"Please, I'll be good."

Caretaker did their best to stay calm, to focus on fixing up Whumpee instead of hunting down and killing Whumper. It was difficult, and every injury Caretaker encountered only added to their rage.

"Whumpee, I need you to tell me who it was. Do you know their name?"

Whumpee only moaned, gripping the cup as if it were a lifeline. They hadn't drunk a sip but wouldn't let go of the cup. Caretaker struggled to keep it together as they applied salve to the last of Whumpee's wounds, and managed to pry the cup from their hands to lie them down on the couch.

"Rest Whumpee."

Whumpee whimpered and gripped tighter to Caretaker's sleeve. but Caretaker managed to extricate themself and make it past the door into the kitchen before they broke down on the floor and sobbed.