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The Outfit (2022): “The Wound Needs To Be Sealed. We Have To Stop This Bleeding.”

[PART 1] [PART 2]

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Hudson & Rex s01e01: “I'm Going To Need You To Stand Up Against That Wall.”

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Sick, Stubborn Hero

“Soon, Hero, your precious city will be in my total control” Villain monologued, “And there’s nothing you can do to- are you okay?”

Hero was swaying on their feet. Their face looked flushed, and their eyes were glazed over. Their nose was red, and they seemed to be fighting back a cough.

“Did you seriously come out to fight me while you were sick!?” Villain demanded.

“I-I couldn’t just not show” Hero sniffled, “I know you worked hard on this monologue.”

Villain sighed in disbelief

“Honestly,” Villain said, “how do you expect to take care of an entire city if you can’t even take care of yourself?”

“I do take care of myself!” Hero argued hoarsely, “I took cold medicine this morning. I know I might look bad but I’m fine.”

“You’re starting to shiver” Villain noted, “that’s it, this fight is off. You’re coming with me.”

“What!?” Hero cried.

“You heard me,” Villain retorted, “This is clearly more than a cold, and if you don’t come willingly, I’ll turn this into a kidnapping.”

Hero sighed in resignation. They really shouldn’t have sighed though, as the action released a string of wet coughs. They really did look pitiful.

“This isn’t necessary!” Hero protested weakly.

“I’ll give you to the count of three, Hero,” Villain warned, “One…”

“But Villain!”

“Two”

“I swear I’m fine”

“Three.”

Villain pulled a small device out of their pocket. It looked like a small tranquilizer gun.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Villain shrugged.

“Villain, can we talk about this!?”

But it was too late. Villain had already pulled the trigger and the needle had pierced Hero’s skin. Hero tried to pull it out, but they could barely lift their arm. The rooftop started spinning, Hero could feel themselves falling. They saw a blur rush toward them and felt something lowering them to the ground slowly. Before the world went dark, hero could just make out Villain’s face.

“If you won’t take care of yourself,” they said, “I suppose I’ll have to do it for you.”

With that, Villain scooped Hero up in a bridal carry and leapt from the rooftop into the night.

Part 2

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Undercover Hero: part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Hero woke up slowly. They didn’t know how, but they were moving somewhere. They looked up and saw an unfortunately familiar face.

“Ah ah,” Supervillain said, “go back to sleep. We’re not home yet.”

Hero felt a prick in their neck, and they slowly drifted back to the unconscious world they came from.

The next time Hero woke up, they weren’t moving anymore. In fact, as they tried and failed to sit up, it was safe to say that they couldn’t move at all. They turned their head to the side and found Supervillain staring right at them.

“Comfortable?” Supervillain asked, their head tilted to the side.

Honestly? Yes, Hero had to admit. When they woke up, they were expecting to be on an operating table in a torture room, but now, after taking a proper look around, they found themselves in a very cozy bed in an even cozier room.

“I, uh…” Hero tried to speak, but all that came out was garbled gibberish.

Supervillain put a finger to Hero’s lips.

“It’s alright,” Supervillain said, “I wouldn’t expect you to be able to answer yet. You must have a high metabolism; I don’t usually have to drug people twice.”

Twice, Hero thought, what are they going on about? I only remember being hit once.

Hero, feeling slightly more alert now, tried to sit up again, but their efforts yielded the same results as last time. In other words, they still couldn’t move.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re struggling.” Supervillain said, “But I think you’ll find it a better use of your energy if you don’t struggle and just try to rest for now.”

Supervillain gestured to the comforter that was draped over Hero.

“Weighted blanket.” They explained, “and, no, not the kind used for anxiety disorders. This is a more personal innovation. It weighs just enough to restrain someone without hurting them. Unless you have super strength, I suppose.”

Hero was finding it rather difficult to listen, whatever Supervillain had drugged them with was taking an awfully long time to wear off. Supervillain seemed to notice this and laughed softly.

“Oh, don’t let me bore you, little Hero,” Supervillain said, “you still look rather drowsy, and I’d hate to ruin your impromptu beauty sleep. We’ll have a nice little chat when you’re fully awake.”

Supervillain stood up and opened the bedroom door to leave. When they closed it, Hero heard a soft click!

Elsewhere in the city, Other Hero scrambled to find their missing friend. If they had just looked outside their base’s window, they would have seen a light on in a nearby apartment penthouse, and the sleeping form of a missing hero.

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When Whumper is holding a chloroform-soaked rag over Whumpee’s nose and Whumpee is struggling and thrashing in their grip until finally you see them go limp in Whumper’s arms as the drug takes hold… reblog if you agree

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TW// needles, non con drugging

“Shh..” Villain murmured, as they slid the syringe carefully into a vein in the hero's arm. “This will all be over soon.”

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When they unconsciously reach out for comfort... ugh!

Forever My Girl (2018)

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lest they fall into d a r k n e s s

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When the caretaker pulls the cap off a needle (the longer the better) and fills it and the whumpee’s eyes grow wider, or start to shift away from it nervously asking: “what’s that for?”

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Damien S01E06

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Another fix to go through the week…

Prodigal Son episode 1.03 “Fear Response”

Character: Malcom Bright, portrayed by Tom Payne

Type of whumps: nightmares and writhing in bed, sleep so agitated he smashed through the window and dangled off the building, psychogenic tremors, grabbed and sharp shrapnel pointed at his throat, roughly slammed against a wall and fought, hit at his head and collapsed to the ground, almost stabbed and rescued at the last moment, at gunpoint, bloody cut on his forehead and heavily panting.  

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‘Can you stand?’ A asked. B nodded shakily, trying to pull themselves to their feet.

Just as soon as they managed to get upright, their knees buckled. B’s vision went blurry as they tried to grab the wall, or anything, really, to stop them from-

A catches them before they hit the ground, helping B sit back down. ‘S-sorry,’ B stutters. ‘I-’

‘It’s okay.’ A slips a hand under B’s legs and another behind their back and picks them up easily. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you.’

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Whumptober #3

The hero had collapsed, completely folded in front of them, at least they’d had the decency for their eyes to go wide and terrified before rolling back in their head. Normally the villain wouldn’t mind a collapsing hero, but this time they’d been almost twenty feet from them, and they hadn’t even fought yet. The Villain rolled their eyes and waited, crossing their arms in front of their body in a show of annoyance, but the hero didn’t get up, they didn’t even move. 

The villain told themselves they weren’t going to go over and see if the hero was alright, they were just going to continue with their plans, but they’d caved when they’d stepped over them to go outside and the hero had whimpered, a small and terrified sound in their throat. They told themselves it wasn’t a pang of empathy that they felt when the hero didn’t resist being turned over, or when the hero startled and tried to get away when they felt the villain’s hands on them, or when they realized that the hero was sick, really sick, their eyes glazed and unfocused, skin flushed and hot. 

They told themselves they’d never help them, even as they lifted the hero into their arms, the hero’s limp head finding a place to rest on the villain’s chest. They told themselves that this was a kidnapping plain and simple, and that it served the hero right for showing up to a fight too weak to stand. They convinced themselves with a little difficulty that it was still an effective kidnapping if you tucked your victim into bed, but they’d never go so far as putting a cool damp cloth on the hero’s face. When they found themselves squeezing water out of a washcloth twenty minutes later as the hero mumbled to themselves they promised that at least they’d never give them sips of ice water like they cared about them. 

But when the hero opened their eyes, fevered and delirious, thinking that the villain was torturing them the villain brought them water to show good faith–but that was why, not because the villain was flooded with compassion when the hero thanked them weakly, or when they leaned into the villain’s touch, relaxing when the cool cloth soothed some of the dizzying heat in their head. 

Of course, they thought with a sneer, they would not be reduced to shushing the hero, telling them that they would be alright, because it would not be alright, they’d gotten themselves kidnapped. But when the hero started crying, writhing on the bed fighting nightmares in real time the villain didn’t hesitate to smooth the hero’s sweaty hair out of their face, shushing them softly. 

“It’s alright,” they whispered, but their voice is too soft to be using on a prisoner, it’s embarrassing, “It’s not real, go back to sleep,” they cleared their throat like that was the problem. 

“They’re here!” The hero insisted slurred, shivering even as their temperature rose, turning panicked eyes to the corner of the empty room. 

“Nobody’s here,” the Villain scoffed, now making a show of not caring, “You’re just hallucinating, it’ll go away when your brain stops cooking itself.” 

The hero tried to shrink further into the bed, away from the dastardly corner, “n-no, Villain is here, th-they’re here t-to stab me ah-again, I-I don’ wanna d-die,” the hero trembled in fear, this absolutely did not send a spike of regret through the antagonist’s chest. It definitely didn’t make their voice soften again, make them gently take the hero’s hot hand in theirs to try and ground them. It was never their intention to make anyone afraid, they’d never dreamed that the hero was afraid of them….

“It’s alright,” they soothed, “I’ll keep them away from you, alright? I’ll keep that bastard away.” 

They didn’t make themselves anymore promises. 

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take away your whumpee’s balance in some way. make them dizzy with fever, drug them and make them stumble, give them a head wound that makes them stammer and lose their train of thought and slump against the wall because the room is spinning.

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🤐 and/or 💉 for mathias?

Mathias woke with a weak groan. The world was spinning, his stomach twisting. He tried to sit up, only to find his body wouldn’t move like he wanted it to. He wasn’t chained down, what could be wrong?

He tried to open his mouth to speak. But, he couldn’t. Something was closed over his mouth and nose, making it nearly impossible to move his mouth even an inch. Fear welled up inside him, and his breathing became rapid and weak.

“Calm down, handsome, or you’ll end up passing out.”

His eyes wandered until he found the source of the voice, unable to move his head. He didn’t recognize the man standing in front of him. He was holding something.

“Relax, now. Maybe you could use some more sleep.”

Something sharp pricked his arm, and he let out a tiny whimper before the world faded to black.