when you’re singing and someone decides that they’re gonna sing aswell

fuck that

Yall go listen to the cast recording of ‘Gone to Oregon" the part where they do the improv thing is one of the funniest things I’ve heard

whumpering-heights:

Interlude part 2: Hero Finds Out

MASTERLIST

CWs:child abuse (whumpee is 16), beating, guilt tripping, emotional whump, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, blood, injuries, gaslighting.

Tagging:@whumpsday@pumpkin-spice-whump-latte@octopus-reactivated@fanastyfinder@whumpy-arts-and-crafts@arsonfrogger@burtlederp@harri-00

Sidekick didn’t sleep all night. When the morning sun broke through his window, the anticipation was painful. Any second, now, Hero would go downstairs to find Villain missing. And then what? Would he be able to claim innocence? Would it even matter? He would be in deep trouble, no matter what he did. He watched the minutes tick by on his alarm clock.

5 am.
He got hungry, but didn’t dare to move out of his bed. If he just stayed here, under the blankets, maybe he could delay the inevitable a little longer.

6 am.
He tried to remember how kind Hero had been last night. It was just like before Villain arrived. It would be difficult for a moment, but he was sure Hero would calm down eventually.

7 am.
He was probably going to have a terrible headache from the serum. Sidekick winced at the poor timing.

When he heard Hero scream his name at 8 am, he was flooded with relief and a nauseating fear. There it was.

He curled up tighter under the blankets, shuddering in fright, as he heard Hero storm up the stairs. The bedroom door hit the wall, and he flinched.

“Where the fuck is he?” Hero yelled, still wearing his pyjama and dressing gown. His curls were unstyled, which only made him look more explosive with anger. Sidekick sat up and pretended to wipe sleep from his eyes, like he’d just been startled awake.

“Wh-Hero? What do you mean, where is who?”

Hero’s dark blue eyes were alight with fury. His mouth was a tight line, and he stomped over to where Sidekick sat.

“Don’t you dare play dumb with me,” he hissed. “I can smell the guilt on you, and this is your last chance before I really get angry. Where is he?”

Sidekick held up his hands, and pressed his back against the bedroom wall.

“Please, Hero, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I haven’t done anything, I swear!”

He had to at least try to insist on his innocence. But just like he feared, that only made Hero angrier.

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whumpering-heights:

Villain’s Rescue Interlude: Sidekick’s nightmare

[A/N: I know you’re all waiting for the reunion, and trust me I am too! I’ve been busy, though, and I had this Hero chapter already mostly written.

This is directly inspired by @whumpy-arts-and-crafts ’s lovely fanart.]

Tagging:@whumpsday@pumpkin-spice-whump-latte@octopus-reactivated@fanastyfinder@whumpy-arts-and-crafts@arsonfrogger@burtlederp@harri-00

MASTERLIST

CWs:implied child abuse, parental death, manipulation

Hero sighed as he finally came home. Christ, those attacks had been a hassle to deal with. And afterwards he wasn’t even able to go home straight away, of course. No, first he’d had those damn press conferences to assure the public that Villain couldn’t possibly be on the loose again. It was just a copycat, nothing more.

He kicked off his boots and, with heavy legs, dragged himself up the stairs. He’ll go check on Villain tomorrow morning, maybe release some of his frustration on him. Right now, he just wanted to go to bed. The serum that had given him super strength was quickly leaving his system, and taking all his energy with it. He’d need to get horizontal soon if he didn’t want to collapse in the hallway.

As he stumbled past Sidekick’s room, holding the wall to keep upright, he heard something that made him pauze. He didn’t even register what it was he’d heard, his feet just stopped in their tracks. But then he heard it again. Was Sidekick crying? It was the middle of the night, what was he still doing up?

Hero opened the bedroom door. Blinking though his swimming vision, Hero saw the kid curled up on his bed, his bandaged arm pressed tight to him. His red hair covered part of his tight-knit brows. Though his eyes were closed in sleep, he was whimpering and flinching mutedly.

With every second, Hero felt himself inching closer to a crash. Yet, he still shuffled inside and sat down on the bed. He brushed some of Sidekick’s short hair from his forehead.

“Hey, kiddo,” he murmured. “It’s all a dream, it’s alright.”

At the touch, he merely flinched and didn’t wake up. Something in Hero’s heart twinged at the sight. The kid started muttering something. He couldn’t make out the words, but through the sleepy monotone, he could tell it was an apology of sorts. He took Sidekick’s shoulder and shook gently.

“Sidekick. Wake up, bud.”

With a gasp and a start, Sidekick shot upright. He blinked, and gazed at Hero with wide glassy eyes.

“Hero! No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don’t-!” he stammered, clearly still with one foot in the dream.

Hero sighed, and scooted a bit closer. He put his arm around his charge, pulling him closer.

“C’mere. It was just a nightmare, you’re okay.” His own speech was growing a bit slurred from his exhaustion.

Though Sidekick struggled a bit with sleep-heavy limbs, he was soon leaning against Hero’s chest. For a second, he stayed frozen, before Hero’s comforting rubs on his back made him relax a touch.

Hero smiled. It had been a while since he helped Sidekick through a nightmare like this. When he’d been just a scrawny 12 year old, he’d often woken him up with screaming in the middle of the night. The dreams were about fire, about his parents, about Villain. Hero never punished him for waking him up. No, instead, he’d hold the preteen in his arms until he fell back asleep. It wasn’t any trouble for him, and the kid was always so sweet afterwards. And now, even though he was nearly grown and Hero was so very tired, he’d do the same. Maybe the tiredness was making him nostalgic.

He could tell Sidekick was still tense against him. His heart beat so fast and hard, Hero could feel it through his back. He moved his hand up to ruffle his hair.

“It was just a bad dream, kid. D’you wanna talk about it?”

Some of his lower city accent was slipping out. When was the last time he’d even used the serum? For all the training he’d put Sidekick through, he himself had been slacking.

Sidekick’s stammered words still spilled out.

“No, I-I was falling, and he was there, and you were too, and I was going to hit the ground and die. I was going to fall, and I tried to tell you sorry, but-” he stopped himself, shuddering a bit at the memory. Hero sushed him.

“It’s okay, bud. You’re fine.”

The kid turned quiet, and they just sat in the dark room a while. Hero had to confess, this was nice. He should hug him more often.

“I’ve been hard on you lately, haven’t I?” he mused.

He felt Sidekick hold his breath, and he sushed him again.

“You don’t have to answer, it’s alright. I guess we both could have done things differently, huh? It’s been a tough year. But we’re still buddies, ain’t we?”

Sidekick nodded against his chest. He smiled, fondly. God, the exhaustion really was making him sappy. His eyes were fluttering closed, when Sidekick’s soft voice pulled him awake again.

“Did.. Did you check on Villain yet?”

Hero hummed and shook his head. “Nah, ‘ll do it in the morning. D’ya-” He had to interrupt his sentence with a yawn. “Christ, I need to get used to the serum again… bet I’ll have a headache tomorrow. Anyway, you want warm milk or something?”

Why wasn’t Sidekick relaxing? He was still so tense, even though the nightmare must have faded by now. Had he really been so hard on him, that he couldn’t be at ease again? Well, Hero supposed he could be kinder and gentler. If only the kid wouldn’t make him lose his temper again, that should be doable.

“No, I think we should both sleep, Hero,” his ward said quietly. He chuckled.

“A’ight, that’s fair. I can hear my bed calling me down the hallway.”

He broke the embrace and helped Sidekick get settled back in bed. The kid seemed nervous, still. He wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

Did Hero mess up? He wanted the kid to like him. It would be a shame if he spend all this time and effort in raising him, only to break his trust in an attempt to control him better. It was Villain’s fault for wurming his way into his head.

He tucked Sidekick in and, in a bout of tired nostalgic fondness, pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Y’re a good kid, Sidekick,” he said softly. Did he see that correctly, and did the kid’s turn eyes wetter than usual?

“Y-yeah,” his voice tremored a bit. “I’ll see you.. tomorrow, Hero. In the morning.” There was a shiver running through his body, and the tears in his eyes became bigger.

“Please, remember that I do love- I-I like when you’re nice to me.”

Hero smiled. Not his practiced toothpaste-commerical grin, nor his meanspirited smirk. Instead, it was a bit crooked and made him look softer, somehow.

“I’ll keep it in mind, sonny. Sleep well.” 

Sidekick: They’re gonna come.

Villain: Not for you.

Sidekick: No. Not for me. But they’ll come for you.

“Aw, you didn’t tell us you had a man in your bed!” His friends laughed as they piled into his bedroom, until the first one pulled up short. “Uh, dude? Isn’t that the missing sidekick? Uh… Did you kidnap him? Are you a supervillain or something?”

“Get in the closet! Quickly!”

The sidekick snorted even as their cheeks bleached. “Aw, but I spent so long coming out of it last time-”

“This isn’t funny, idiot. My friends are coming over to ‘cheer me up’ and if they see you, they’re going to call the number on all the missing posters. They don’t know the truth about [hero] like we do. So get in the damn closet!”

Happy Beanie Bday to: Side-kick the dog!

I just finished watching Sweet Tooth (In Netflix!) and I am crying on the floor yet.

So this is inspired by the story of the series. Nothing there will have spoilers.

TW: Imprisionament, pet whump, blame for something they didn’t did, shocking someone, passing out, kill. If i forgot enything, lmk. Be safe <3

“All Villain know until now is fear, inprisonament and hate. It will be no easy, you know that, right?” Hero asked, looking down to the blueprint of the prison (if it can be called that, putting all the hybrids there) that Villain is.

“I just never knew why the people call him and the other hybrids villains. Or monsters. Or "the ones who destroyed the world.” Sidekick walked around the room, with a finger under their chin, deep in thought.

“Basically, everyone thinks that the hybrids are the ones who started the virus. It is not.” Vigilante pushed themselfs off the wall they were leaning in, getting in the light. “The virus started because another virus mutated.”

“While the hybrids were born…” Sidekick finished, looking back to the two figures. Hero nodded. “They were never the bad guys. They are just the ones who never had a choice.”

“Exactly. And we will give them the choice to be free.” Hero said, putting their hands in the table and looked to the other two.

“Are you with me?”

~

Villain was with his shock collar again. He never was without it, but today they were more then aware of the little metal in the back of his neck, 

His boss said that he was going to help them fiding anothers hybrids, make experiments with them.

They put him in a cage and in a truck, making only his wolf ears out of the cage, looking for any demonstration of sound. A squirrel and another, running for their lifes and his ears catch.

Until he heard voices. Whispers, of waiting until he was exactly under a especific tree.

And he waited. Maybe he was going to die or it was a test to them to know if he is really loyal. 

But the thing was: He wasn’t. Villain was not someone who was loyal, especially not to the people who made him fall on the floor with shocks and imprison him like he was some dog. 

And… He was not a dog. He was a hybrid. A wolf hybrid. And it hurted so much when everyone in that fucking place called him a doggy.

After a few minutes, moviment were heard and his ears capted, turning in the direction of it. 

And two figures jumped in the truck, killing the driver and fighting all the others. Another figure was getting closer of his cage, and his ears instinctively lowered, almost entering the cage. 

“It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you. I recommend you to come with us, but if you want to run is alright too.” Vigilante said, and he opened the cage with a punch, leaving Villain to sink in himself, yet in the litle prison. Vigilante got out of his vision and the light of the sun almost blidded him.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he standed and watched the three figures looking at him, waiting patiently until he moved.

But they didn’t noticed his boss with a controller.

Eletric white pain spread in his body, and he jolted forward, falling right into the Vigilante’s arms. His limbs trembled so bad that he didn’t could get hold of anything, and even push the figure away from him. 

And his vision was getting blurry and darker, until all the shock stopped and only warm was he thing he knew.

Short Prompt #785

“…Will you sing me a lullaby?” - the young sidekick asked, wrapping the blankets tighter around themself. “H-Hero sang for me, but uh…”

The villain faltered. “I don’t think you’d like my singing, kid.”

“O-Oh, okay…” - the child whispered, tugging at Villain’s non-existent heartstrings.

The criminal hovered by their bedside unsurely for a moment and eventually sat down with a sigh. “Alright, just this once…”

Sidekick perked up, their sleepy eyes focusing on the villain as their smooth, soothing voice filled the room, lulling the child to sleep within minutes.

“You’re late.”

Sidekick froze in spot, not turning around from facing the front door they had just closed.

“V-Villain… I- I didn’t think you were gonna be aw-awake…”

Villain simply replied with two words. Two words that sent a cold shiver through Sidekicks spine with the way it was said.

“Turn around.”

With a slight whimper, Sidekick slowly turned around, their legs feeling like they would fail on them at any moment.

Villains cold eyes met with theirs, only making sidekick avert their eyes to the ground quickly.

“Your mission ended at 11pm. Its now two in the morning, care to explain yourself?”

Sidekick gulped, trying to think of anythingtheycould use as in excuse. “A- a uhm…. I got… I got l-lost….?”

Villain stoop up, their boots thudding along the floor and stopping right infront of sidekick.

There was a tense silence before Vil1lin roughly slammed Sidekick against the wall by their throat and leaned in, whispering against Sidekicks ear, “You’re a terrible liar. Tell me, were you or were you not with hero.”

Sidekick yelped their arms flying up in the air, “I-I was!!! I’m sorry Viallain, please, I’m so so sorry…” Villains grip tightened, “Not sorry enough, but don’t worry-” Their grip tightened, “I’ll fucking make you sorry.”

The song ‘sidekick’ is based off of a Nicholas Petricca’s origin as a superhero. He lives a double life, similar to Hannah Montana.