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bunny300 · 10 months

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“When I said “take more risks,” I meant find a new hobby, start a business. Not whatever the hell this is.”

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bunny300 · 11 months

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Exhausted Hero

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“Wait…”

It wasn’t the word that caused the Villain pause. It was the desperation behind it. The rain was hammering down against the fire escape outside, Villain’s hand still holding the window up. A small hand was clutching the fabric of their hoodie and Villain was left frozen like this.

They turned their head over their shoulder to see Hero. Head bowed, eyes drawn, focused on their hand in Villain’s jumper as if they didn’t quite expect it themselves.

“Yes Hero?” Villain asked, voice gentle.

Hero licked their dry lips, eyes lifting to Villain’s, looking at them through their fringe. It cast the shadows in Hero’s sockets, exposing every line, every bag under them. And they were wet with unshed tears that seemed too much for Hero to shed. Like if they did they would crumble to dust.

“Please… stay. I— I haven’t slept…” Hero whispered, voice barely audible, and loud at the same time. Loud in telling Villain how desperate they must have been to ask Villain for help. To stay? To help them? To show this vulnerability. This weakness.

It told Villain everything they needed to know.

Villain shut the window. It was the best night’s sleep Hero’s had in weeks.

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bunny300 · 11 months

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Physics Lesson

TW: gun/gun mention

Villain leaned over Hero's shoulder. "What are you working on?"

Hero startled badly and looked around, eyes wide. "My god, don't scare me like that. Uh..." They blinked, realizing they didn't recognize the person's face.

Villain gave a disarming smile that would have had anyone else fooled. "You don't recognize my voice?" The villain leaned closer, fingers digging into Hero's shoulders and delighting in the way their enemy froze up at the touch. With a mild-mannered grin on their lips, they practically purred in their ear. "I've been wondering where you disappeared to, [Hero]."

"...[Villain]." The name was barely a whisper on the hero's tongue. Their eyes darted to check their surroundings.

The library was empty, save for the bookshelves that surrounded them in the little alcove Hero had dragged this desk into.

Villain took the seat across from them. "This is a study area, yes?" They glanced at the sign on the wall to their right as if they actually needed to check. When they looked back, they tapped Hero's notebook, smile still playing on their lips. "Study with me."

Hero stared at them, expression carefully neutral. They made to get up, chair scraping softly on the carpet, but they didn't even get to bend their knees before they found the barrel of a handgun pointed at their face. "Where are you going?" Villain asked. It sounded polite, like an innocent inquiry.

Slowly, Hero scooted forward until their legs were fully underneath the table. They didn't have a weapon to defend themself, and Villain was always a quicker draw than them, anyway. As they both settled back into their seats, Hero eyed the criminal warily. What did the villain want? What could their motive be for tracking them here?

"Show me how to do- what is this?" Villain picked up one of the stray sheets of paper scattered over the desk. If they weren't being held hostage, Hero might have smiled at the way their eyes narrowed at the list of equations.

"Physics," they provided reluctantly.

"Physics." For a brief moment Hero could have sworn they saw a frown, but the mask of feigned interest was back up the next time they blinked. "This looks like math to me."

Hero actually snorted and rolled their eyes - for show, of course. If they were stuck here studying with an extra annoyance, they might as well try to relax a bit. "Yeah, that's bascially what physics is."

"Hm." The criminal discarded the reference sheet for one of the example problems. "I didn't take you for a scholar."

"Degree's not gonna get itself," Hero shrugged. They picked up their pencil, movements clearly telegraphed. The gun was put away, but they didn't want to risk getting blood on their hard work.

For a few minutes, the villain simply watched them quietly, and Hero gladly welcomed the return of silence. They had to restart the problem they were on because of the interruption, but soon they were wrapped up in their work once more. They only looked up when they got too frustrated and decided to move on the next question instead. As they reached for a fresh sheet of paper, they saw the villain examining their notes, brow furrowed as if they were trying to parse out a secret code hidden in the numbers.

Hero twirled their pencil and wondered if it was worth asking for that back. Maybe if they offered a quick explanation of the topic the villain would leave them alone. They had several questions on the tip of their tongue, but the one that came out wasn't one of them.

"How'd you even know where to find me?"

The villain grinned. It was a fiendish thing, the way the corners of their mouth stretched wide to show the whites of their teeth. "That's my little secret."

Knowing better than to pry, lest the criminal talk them in circles, Hero decided to propose an offer. "I'll teach you how to solve free fall problems," they said. "That's what you want, right? I'll show you how to do those. But only if you tell me how you found me." It wasn't a bad deal - information for information. Villain was always a fan of fair trades if they deemed the benefits to them worthy enough.

The criminal glanced between Hero and the scattered worksheets before giving a nod of agreement.

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The next time Hero looked up from the table's surface, they noticed with a small start that the overhead lights were on and that the sun had long set outside the windows. How much time had passed while they were studying?

"I got it!" Their attention was suddenly drawn back to the villain. They had a satisfied expression that Hero had never seen quite so clearly before. It was only now that they realized they weren't the only one who's identity was exposed. Their enemy had come maskeless.

"Here." The sheet of paper with the work they'd spent the last half hour on was suddenly shoved in their face. Hero let their eyes drift down to the circled number at the bottom of the page. "The question asked how long the ball was up in the air for," Villain reminded. "We found how long it took to reach the maximum height. We just forgot to-"

"-to double it," Hero finished. They dropped their head in their hands. They'd spent all that time redrawing the diagram and reworking the numbers when the solution was so simple.

Villain seemed to share the sentiment. They sat back in their chair, frustration giving way to exhaustion.

"We're stupid," Hero groaned.

"You're stupid," Villain corrected.

"This problem is stupid."

For once, they seemed to agree on something.

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Tagging: @badluck990 (Hope this counts as part of that "sort of friendly but not really" trope you asked to be tagged for <3)

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bunny300 · 11 months

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If I do get banned it's because of this. It's just for writing I swear.

🖤𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 Whump // Whumper x Whumpee For Your 🆂🅸🅲🅺 Heart🖤

18+ ONLY Minors DNI

C/TW: sexual abuse, general abuse, manipulation, CNC, dub-con, torture, Don't read if you don't think you can take it, the title is a giveaway

Kissing Whumpee after every torture session

Leaving burn marks or slicing Whumpee in a way that imprints their name onto them

"Good boy/girl, just like that..."

Collars with or without shock

Not letting Whumpee wear any undergarments so they take them at any point

Whumpers that love to watch their Whumpee sleep

Torturing Whumpee and mid-way realizing how pretty their screams sound

"You like that, don't you?" "N-no..." "You do!"

When Whumper gives them the option to stay in the basement and endure torture or come to bed with them and eat something warm

Whumpers that make their Whumpee wear something sexually suggestive on purpose

"Easy, easy, I won't hurt you this time. Just relax."

Whumpers that originally kidnapped because they had a jealous hatred for Whumpee but over time developed an obsession

"My dear, have I told you how lovely you look under me like that?~"

Whumpers that shower/bathe, groom, and dress Whumpee; gently removing any dirt and complimenting their ability to handle pain

Whumpers that become just really bad caretakers

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MASTERLIST

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bunny300 · 11 months

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Can you do some more Stockholm syndrome whump prompts please :)

Thanks! Here's a buncha more!~

More Stockholm Syndrome + Whump

Whumpee is unable to recognise their own face in older photographs or Caretaker

Using names/catch phrases/ actions that only Whumper uses

Whumper asking other Whumpers how to enforce Stockholm syndrome onto their Whumpee

Correcting other people about their situation when they figure out Whumpee was actually captured

Comforting Whumper every time someone accuses them for being evil

"I think you've become crazier than me, Whumpee." "What makes you say that?"

Whumper becoming angry at Whumpee; assuming they're mocking them by acting differently

Forgetting all the old scars and marks came from Whumper

Mistaking Whumper for a Caretaker

Whumpee's body still reacts fearfully (shaking, sweating, rapid pulse etc...) but Whumpee mistakes this for love or strong admiration

Whumper asking Whumpee to escape and Whumpee collapsing, crying, asking what they did wrong to deserve such a punishment

"Don't do this to me, please!--" "Why're you so attached???"

Requesting for a punishment for minor mistakes or when they've gone long periods of time without one

Doing something at the expense of Whumpee's happiness to please Whumper

Whumpee contantly thinking about Whumper until they fall in love with this fake image they've created in their head

Automatically coming up with excuses why Whumper hurts them

"It's okay... I know you didn't mean any of it. You're just sick... that's right... they don't understand like I do."

When Whumper believes they hit Whumpee so hard on the head that they've forgotten who they were

Becoming angry or upset when people call out Whumper for their treatment of Whumpee

"Shut up! What do you know?! Huh??"

Defiant Whumpees who one day became obediant almost overnight

Whumper reiterating their thankfulness to Whumpee for understanding why they hurt them the way they do

Whumper tries to reverse or cure Whumpee of Stockholm syndrome

^^^ Whumper becoming Caretaker

Using Whumpee's Stockholm syndrome to make them convince other whumpees also held captive that Whumper is good

Part 1

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bunny300 · 11 months

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Stockholm Syndrome + Whump

Becoming quiet when asked, sitting still, eating and speaking as told to

When Whumpee convinces themselves that they love Whumper and it's for the best

Whumpers who let their Whumpee do anything after begging

“Escape? From what? Everything I need is right here.”

Cooking, cleaning or fulfilling other tasks without being asked

When Whumper feeds into Whumpee’s delusion that they are fine

“You’re safe with me, right? Because you trust me.” “Of course I do.”

Caretaker who tries to explain to Whumpee that they aren’t safe but Whumper acts so innocent and gentle that it makes Caretaker look bad

Whumpees who deny they were kidnapped or forget that part completely

Not being able to remember how life was like without Whumper

“Please, I need you.” “Oh, goodness. I know you do, I know…”

Whumper telling Whumpee false stories and using those times as a reason to ask for favours

Purposely making Whumpee fall sick constantly just to revive them again and overtime Whumpee becomes reliant on them

“Sorry… for always… being a burden…” “You know only I care about you, Whumpee.”

Whumpee feeling more sympathetic for Whumper when they share their (probably fake) backstory with them to get an emotional reaction

Not being able to sleep without Whumper near them

“You’re acting unusual. Less… fighting, more submitting”

Holding, gripping or touching Whumper so they know they aren’t alone

When Whumpee’s Stockholm Syndrome is so bad it gives Whumper Lima Syndrome

Neither Whumpee or Whumper lookout for reports on the news anymore

“You don’t believe a word they say?” “Not even for a minute.” “You must really like my company then, huh?”

Waking up with nightmares of what happened in the past and then being unable to recall what it was about

Forcing Whumpee to become compliant on the notion that somebody else’s life is at risk

Whumpee faking Stockholm syndrome and feeling disgusted at everything they say or do

^^^ Whumper catching them faking it!

^^^ Instead of confronting them they just make Whumpee do a lot of things to humiliate them until they really do give in

Part 2

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MASTERLIST

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bunny300 · 11 months

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“Fucking hell, you’re blushing so much I’d almost think you did all this on purpose just to rile me up.

Because you like it when I’m mad at you, don’t you, pet? .. I mean, that much is clear.”

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bunny300 · 11 months

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The Highway

Based on this trope that I posted about recently: Whumpee having to pretend that Whumper is their friend, lover, etc. around other people . . .

CW: Kidnapping, injuries, mention of death, blood, non-con touch (not sexual), implied torture, and I think that's all:)

Whumpee panted, clutching the side of their abdomen. They gently lifted up their shirt, wincing as their knuckles brushed against broken, bruised ribs. The pain was intensifying with every step, and their skin was turning purple in too many places. But they couldn't stop. Not now, not when they were so close.

So, despite the stinging pain, they started running again.

They had reached the highway a while ago. At first, they'd been thrilled. It was something they didn't think they'd see again after being stranded in that facility in the heart of the forest for so long. No cars had passed by, which they were thankful for. They didn't want last year's incident to repeat.

Suddenly, the memories flooded their brain. That same highway. Them running, the car stopping to help them. Then, the screaming, the blood. Oh, God, all that blood..

"Please, don't! They're innocent!", they had begged.

To which, Whumper had simply responded: "You brought this onto them."

Those poor people didn't have to die. Death was their reward for being selfless, for trying to help Whumpee.

They still saw the couple whenever they closed their eyes, haunting their dreams as well as their waking life. If only...

They flushed the memories out of their head. Right now, they couldn't afford the guilt swallowing them whole. The only important thing was finding a police station. They sprinted along the highway, ignoring the painful feeling in their limbs. It was definitely less painful than what Whumper would do to them if they were caught, and they were aware of the closing distance between them. Their heart hammered in their chest, their breaths shallow, as whenever they took a full breath in, it almost felt like their ribs were being broken all over again. Run, Whumpee, they tried to motivate themselves. Keep running, or-

"There you are."

Whumpee's heart dropped. Their head whirled around, glancing at Whumper with wide eyes. He wasn't that close, but he wasn't far enough either. If they ran slower, he'd catch up with them.

How much could they keep the pace in their condition? Not long, they supposed.

They thought about venturing into the forest, but Whumper most certainly knew it better than they did. Whumper thought this was all a game, anyway. The highway held their best chance, which was still slim. But hope - it clung onto them like a virus. So they kept running.

At least, until they heard a car honk.

Please, just go. Drive further. Don't look at me, Whumpee pleaded in their head.

"Hey, you there!" A young man's voice echoed.

Shit. Whumpee's heartbeat was going crazy. It would've been better if they'd just died in that facility. Now, this clueless man was at risk. They couldn't let him find anything out unless they wanted him dead. They had to pretend...

They slowed down, put on a joyful face, trying to mask how scared they really were. As they turned, they glimpsed the car, a blonde-haired head sticking through a window. As he pulled over, Whumpee took a few deep breaths. They smiled at the passer-by.

For a second, their smile turned into a wince as they felt Whumper's arms wrap around their waist. The man didn't seem to notice, though, as he just stepped out of the car. Whumpee sunk their fingers into Whumper's arms, trying to mask their shaking.

"Hi, can we help you?" They said.

The blonde walked closer to them, a smile on his face. His eyes betrayed him, full of suspicion and doubt.

"Are you all right?" He addressed Whumpee directly.

Whumper's arms tightened around their body. A warning. Perhaps a reminder. Whumpee tried to seem confused by his question. "Of course I am, why would you ask that?"

"Well-" He quickly glanced at Whumper, "-I saw you running, and I was just.."

"Oh, don't worry!" Whumpee said cheerfully. "I'm just on a run with my boyfriend."

Whumper propped his head on Whumpee's shoulder, making them tense up. When the man's wary expression didn't change, they added: "You know that marathon, the one that's gonna take place in Queens next week?"

He visibly relaxed at the familiarity. "Yeah, you training for it?"

"Yep", Whumper responded, and Whumpee felt them grin. "We're pretty competitive, ya' know?"

Whumpee hated how casual this conversation had become. They wanted to just break down, beg for the man to help them. But they knew better.

"Yeah, I got you. Me and my wife are participating as well!" The man leaned on his car door. "She's wanting to keep fit with our 2nd baby on its way."

Whumpee gulped, but their mouth remained in a smile. "Congratulations!" They said, and the man nodded in gratitude.

"Well, we'll look forward to seeing you there." Whumpee said, silently begging all the deities they believed in to just have the man, the husband, the father, on his way as soon as possible.

"Yeah, us too!" He grinned, getting in his car and turning the key into the ignition. "Have a good day!"

It worked. Whumpee thought. At least he's safe.

"You too!" Whumper smiled, and as the man drove away, they added: "I know I surely will."

At least he's safe, Whumpee repeated in their head, trying to reassure themselves.

As soon as the car was out of sight, Whumpee dropped their act, their eyes teary. But Whumper stayed there, in the same position, his arms tightening even more around Whumpee, who just squeezed their eyes shut at the intensifying pain in their ribs.

Whumper leaned in and whispered in their ear. "I see you've learned. At least, now, the only one who's getting hurt is you."

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bunny300 · 11 months

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CW: Fever, possessive/intimate whumper

"Whumpee... are you... ill?" Whumper barely concealed a small smirk as they looked at Whumpee, sitting in their usual spot in the corner of the room Whumper had given them. They were wrapped in a blanket. A blanket that Whumper had provided and Whumpee had refused to use up until this point. Wrapped in a blanket and shivering. And a little pale.

"Am not!" Whumpee struggled for a moment to untangle themself from the blanket and cast it aside, but their shivering only got worse when they did.

"Would you like some tea, Darling? It may help warm you up. Perhaps some soup?" If Whumpee asked for it, Whumper would provide it.

"Fuck off. I'm f‐fine."

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be too miserable, my Darling."

Whumpee grimaced. "Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want anything if it's from you."

So Whumper did leave them alone. But only for an hour or two. They did want to make sure Whumpee was alright, after all. If anyone was going to hurt Whumpee, it would be them. Otherwise, aside from intentional periods of harm by Whumper, Whumpee would be kept safe.

When Whumper returned, Whumpee was asleep, on the floor— still refusing the bed Whumper had provided— but under the blanket again. Whumper let out a sigh, scooping the unconscious Whumpee into their arms.

"Oh, Darling... you're burning up. Well... come along and I'll take care of you now..."

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bunny300 · 11 months

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I told you this would happen

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“Oh love, I told you this would happen.”

Hero looked up with wide eyes, legs trembling as they tried to push themselves further against the wall.

Their eyes burned with the heat of tears they denied themselves to shed in front of their captor, Supervillain thrived in vulnerability, they fed off of it like a leech and Hero would not give them such satisfaction.

They watched with shaking breaths as the other approached, cold sweat running down their back as the looming figure of their master’s enemy leaned down, towering over them even when bent over right in half, having them feeling like a scared mouse in the corner of a cage.

A warm hand cupped their cheek, and Hero was far too scared to flinch back, caught frozen. Supervillian’s thumbs stroked their cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t remember if I locked the door this morning,” Supervillian said, kneeling down before them, gently twisting their head, forcing Hero to look straight at them. The pure worry in their eyes made Hero dizzy. “Is that how you got out?”

Hero found themselves absentmindedly nodding.

Supervillain sighed “I’m sorry, love, I know how impulsive you can be when given the chance, it won’t happen again.”

Slowly, as if with a scared feral cat, the criminal approached their victim. Pulling them in by the neck, and leaning to kiss their forehead.

Then, they felt it. The prick of a needle, the sharp pain of metal breaking the skin, a weave of nausea, and the feeling of laying in wet fabric.

The hold tightened, they were being rocked.

“I know you don’t like it when I use it, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Supervillain whispered, pulling Hero impossibly closer “but I know you won’t behave on the way back home, you get so angry when this happens. So this is for both of us, okay? To make the way as comfortable for us as we can.”

A foggy drowsiness started to overtake, and whatever words Supervillain offered as comfort muddled together into a pile of nonsensical gentleness accompanied by the soft touches of hands responsible for so much bloodshed.

Hero trembled still.

Their head fell full weight over the other’s shoulder.

*

“What happened to your pet? They look horrible,” asked Villain, entering the studio.

“Escape attempt,” Supervillain answered, eyes not leaving the sleeping face of the hero laying in their lap, brushing their head off of their face “didn’t get too far, those traps really roughed them up.”

“I didn’t go to the trouble to get them for you just so you can break them, take care of your things.”

“I do, Villain, I’ll make sure they never want to pull something like this again once they heal. Now, what did you want here?”

Villain smiled halfheartedly, throwing the front page of the newsletter to the couch Supervillain sat on.

A YEAR AFTER THEIR DISAPPEARING, EFFORTS TO FIND [HERO] HAVE ALL BEEN DISMISSED.

Gently despite the enthusiasm, Supervillain pulled Hero up, pressing them against their chest and smiling with their face buried in the other’s hair.

Finally.

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Masterlist

More short ones people, I need to practice after like two months of writing nothing but scienc-y stuff.

I wanna do a little small bunch of short pieces starting with the "I told you this would happen" dialogue, just because.

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bunny300 · 11 months

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tw intimate whumper, implied captivity, noncon touching (nonsexual)

"Don't- don't touch me-"

Whumper smiled, self-assured and utterly condescending. "Oh, don't be like that." They reached out despite the protests, making Whumpee go from angry to panicked as they tried their best to get away.

The worst thing was that Whumper's touch was gentle. It was all Whumpee wanted and needed, but they wanted it from anyone but Whumper. Unfortunately, they didn't have a say in the matter. Slender fingers carded through their hair, softly scratching their scalp, making them whimper. Their eyes fluttered closed against their will, tingles running down the length of their spine.

"See? Isn't it better if you just let me make you feel good and relaxed?" Whumper cooed. Whumpee didn't have to look to be able to imagine the smug look on their face.

But they just couldn't fight kindness anymore. Not when they were so tired. Not when they so desperately wanted it.

~

@ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump

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bunny300 · 11 months

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Whumpees who would rather be tortured than ask for help.

They can handle beatings, floggings, illnesses, and other violence. They can help others. But someone helping them? Oh hell no. Never.

Whumpee is so paranoid of being seen as weak that they would rather suffer to their own negative thoughts. If they do need help, they make excuses and overwork themselves just so they don't feel shame.

Whumper takes full advantage of their fears. They ask if Whumpee needs medical assistance or mental support and they just start panicking. Whumper loves it.

Whumpee does not.

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bunny300 · 1 year

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I want a villain or a bad guy or maybe a whumper (whatever you decide), I want that character to be well known by whatever group of people.

He’s a big name and everyone knows of him. I want this villain to be big and bad and menacing

And I just picture a scene where our big bad villain sits down at a bar and orders. What do you think he orders?

APPLE JUICE

“Do bars even have apple juice?”, you may ask and here I will tell you:

THESE ONES DO

They’d have to be dead not to have heard the rumors.

No one has ever seen him hold or drink an alcoholic beverage. In meetings or parties or any social event where alcohol is available he always only gets apple juice.

ALWAYS.

If a business wants to be a business, wants protection or maybe just less bad things happening to them, they’d have apple juice on hand. Better yet if it’s the specific brand of apple juice. Better better yet if its one of those well known brands and not some high end fancy apple juice.

I want stories where our villain, maybe when he was first rising to the top, would get harassed for ordering or drinking apple juice, and I just imagine him not being violent and since no one ever sees him retaliate, they all think him soft.

That is until they hear about people getting fired from jobs or going out of business or getting in a car accident. Really anything your mind can conjure. Maybe someone fell into debt or got super drunk and cheated on his partner and proof of doing so was swiftly shown to the partner. Maybe someone got their kids taken away.

I imagine that depending on the situation and how they treated and acted towards him determines the level of disparity he causes towards that person and their family. No one has physical proof that he caused it. Many have looked and found no connection linking him to the “bad luck” going around and some are skeptical that it’s all a coincidence, that is until the people investigating start having “bad luck” and maybe even the openly skeptical too.

It eventually get around that if villain shows up anywhere, a restaurant, meeting, bar, wherever, they must have apple juice for him. And they remember not to act any different, no one dares taunt him, throws alcohol on him, actually serves him alcohol or alcohol in the apple juice, or any other childish thing someone could do, not after they recall now the first few were treated.

Villain knew he had to send a message. He was new after all. Up and coming. Not known to many. Not feared. Not respected. He let himself be known. And responding with (more than slight) overkill the first few bad ones, people knew of him. He was feared. Some respected him.

No one would question his choices.

It’s also great that you could have scenes where people that look up to villain order apple juice when they are out and about.

There are so many things.

OMG

I would love for someone knew in town to come. I imagine this is our whumpee or love interest, (since the other one is villain in this post, this character will be civilian) and they don’t know this person and he overhears him ordering apple juice (let’s say at a bar) and civilian says, “really man, apple juice?”

And the bar becomes silent.

Civilian doesn’t quite notice it fall silent because he’s hyper focused and is already saying, “orange juice is way better! I LOVE ORANGE JUICE. Hey bar tender! Do you have orange juice!?”

I imagine a chaotic, neurodivergent, adhd riddled civilian getting SOOO bummed the bar doesn’t have orange juice and responds with something like, “FINE. I suppose the gods win this round! I’ll have some apple juice.”

And when he’s waiting for his apple juice he notices how loud the tapping of his fingers and his humming sounds, and that’s when he realized just how silent it was around him and he looked up.

This can happen two ways:

Either everyone is looking at him or looking away.

Everyone could be watching him, gawking at what in the heck just happened. Some are perhaps worried, unknowing if this will get the young man in trouble since what he said was so frantic and all over the place. Or they can be looking away. Sort of the ‘don’t make eye contact’ kind of mentality. Maybe afraid that if he sees them they’ll have “bad luck” despite having stayed out of it.

But oh man, just imagine all of this. And villains reaction! GAH it all makes me giddy

OH OH OH

I also want it where a lot of businesses, maybe at a dinner meeting or something, when dealing with villain, will only order apple juice and not alcohol as a sign of respect. Cracks me up really

#whumper #whumpee #whump #clueless civilian #villain #villain x civilian #civilian #writing #whumpblr #GAH

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bunny300 · 1 year

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Soft and gentle, careful whumpee.

Whumpee just wants to love and be loved. Whumpee would go through hell if a friend requested that of them. Whumpee craves approval and attention and affection.

The caretaker keeps whumpee physically safe, but holds them at a distance. A lack of suffering but also a lack of companionship.

The whumper? The whumper gives them love, the whumpee gives them attention and belonging, but at the price of agony.

Whichever one they pick, the whumpee is losing something they desperately need.

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bunny300 · 1 year

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“I’m yours right?”

“Hm?” Whumper’s eyes look up from their book and land on the trembling figure of whumpee in front of them. He looks…troubled.

“I-I-I mean I,um,belong to y-you…right master?” He’s fidgeting his fingers nervously, trying to find the right words.

“Ofcourse, whumpee. Where is this coming from?”

“S-s-so you’re not gonna leave me? O-or give me away to others?” He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. Whumper sets the book aside and walks up to him to hold his blushing cheeks in their palms.

“I didn’t spend this long training my sweet pet just to give it away.”

A look of pure relief washes down whumpee’s face and his puppy-eyes pop out - the eyes he makes everytime he has something to ask and he wants to beg for it nicely.

“I promise, promise, I’ll be good. And obedient. I’ll be the best pet for you master a-and I’ll take whatever pain you, uh, give me like a good boy.” He sounds genuine. Whumper only smiles in response.

“Is this about last night?”

Whumpee averts his gaze, which means they were on point. They take his chin between their fingers and force him to make eye contact again. He nods his head shyly.

“I don’t appreciate how my friends exchange their pets either.”

“I-i-i-it’s just- they’re scary and it just seems like- like-“ whumper shushes him with a thumb on his lips before he could ramble on anymore.

“I just wanna be yours master.” He says in the cutest voice he’s ever made.

Whumper tugs at his collar, as if to make a point.

“You are. Mine. Forever.”

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“Just—look—will you love me?”

“What?”

“Look, I’m tired. Of everything… so if you’ll love me… take care of me.. I don’t care if I never go back.”

#I just want love right now and at this point I don’t care who it comes from #my sick little mind throwing whump scenarios when I need it most #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #it’s my birthday and my family didn’t really care and if it weren’t for my friend I’d think I didn’t matter at all #whump won’t ever leave me #whump will love me back

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bunny300 · 1 year

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// Scars

The Caretaker's touch is light as a feather, just barely brushing over the raised scar on the Whumpee's shoulder, as if they're afraid of stirring up the old pain felt when it was given. "What about this one?" they ask.

"Disobedience," the Whumpee says quietly.

The Caretaker's face is a wash of solemn apprehension. Gentle as ever, their hand moves down the Whumpee's arm. "This one?"

"Carelessness."

Further down, and Caretaker runs their fingers over another scar, as if they're trying to read it through touch, trying to comprehend. Their hand lingers as they gather up the strength to ask again.

"Dishonesty," the Whumpee mutters. They turn their arm over to reveal another similar mark on the other side. "This one as well."

The Caretaker sighs and shifts to hold the Whumpee's hand in both of theirs. They stroke their thumb over a small scar running across the knuckles, one whose edges are uneven, much more messy than the others. It doesn't look quite as purposeful. "And this?"

The Whumpee meets the Caretaker's concerned expression with a small but genuine smile.

"Escape," they say.

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