#locked in a trunk

[storyweaverofgondor]

Summary: Dick is kidnapped. But there's a twist!

@badthingshappenbingo

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Whumptober Day 7

No. 7 The Way You Shake and Shiver

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

CW: civilian whumpee, kinda creepy intimate whumper, kidnapping, panic attack, fear, locked in a trunk, that's all I can think of at the moment

The civilian was unresisting as the man roughly grabbed their arm, his hand easily fitting around the entire width of their bicep, and pulled them to their feet.

Instead, they allowed themself to be pulled out of the room and down hallways and stairs until they were back outside, the first rays of dawn just barely peeking over the horizon.

The civilian couldn't tell if they wouldn't or couldn't lift their eyes up from the ground. They silently watched as the floor beneath them changed from cold tile to drab concrete, to metal stairs, back to concrete and finally to soft dirt.

The man let go of them for a moment, only to clamp his meaty hand down on their neck seconds later. Their head buckled for a moment, alarmed by the sudden new weight.

Whimpering softly, the civilian pulled further in on themself as the man led them to a car, sleek, black, and clearly expensive.

With what could almost pass as a sympathetic sigh, the man popped open the trunk before turning back to the civilian.

“Now,” he said. “I'm not gonna like this anymore than you are, but unfortunately this is how it's gonna go.”

Hating themself for their silence and stillness, the civilian could only stare up at him with wide eyes as he grabbed a few restraints out of the trunk.

“Hands out,” he ordered, and, after a moment of hesitation, the civilian complied, whining under their breath as he roughly grabbed their wrists, cuffing them together in front of their body.

Carefully bending down, he quickly clamped a matching set of shackles around their ankles, before standing back up and grabbing a thick strip of cloth with a large knot in the middle.

“We can either do this the easy way or the.. fun way.” He raises an eyebrow at them, causing their whole body to shake with a shiver of fear.

“I- The easy way, please,” the civilian said softly, no louder than an exhale of breath, but the man must've heard, because he nodded.

“Okay then, open that pretty mouth of yours up.”

Just barely silencing a sob, the civilian did as they were told, wincing as the knotted cloth was forced uncomfortably far back behind their teeth. The man disappeared behind them for a moment, tying the gag in place.

Grabbing the last thing he had pulled out, he took a step back towards the civilian, who, noticing the object, whined loudly and took a fearful step back, nearly tripping over the ankle chains.

The man tutted disappointedly. “None of that now, sweet bird. Don't start misbehaving now.”

Fear froze them to the ground and the only movement that came from them was the tears that slowly trickled down their cheeks as the man tied the blindfold over their eyes so tightly they could practically already feel the headache it would cause.

Completely blind, the civilian’s pounding heartbeat seemed to grow impossibly loud. Their breath sped up, chest heaving as they felt like the gag was choking them, suffocating them.

The next thing they knew, they were being lifted up into the air, letting out an embarrassing squeak, before being dropped into what they could only assume was the trunk.

The lid slammed closed above them and moments later, they felt the car shake and dip as someone got in and started the car up.

As the car started moving, sending the civilian rolling around, unable to stop themself, the only thing they could do was squeeze their eyes closed behind the blindfold and try to keep their breathing as steady as possible, ignoring the tears that were already soaking their way through the cloth.

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Taglist: @badluck990 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-vagabond-nun @shywhumpauthor @panic-and-chaos @freefallingup13

[gothamstodd]

closed in (2447 words) by gothamstodd Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Claustrophobia, Flashbacks, Panic Attacks, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Jason Todd Has Mental Health Issues, Complicated Relationships, Bruce Wayne is a Bad Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, he's definitely having some internal conflict here but overall i would say his actions are bad, dick and jason don't get along here, Jason Todd is dramatic, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Hurt Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, he does not get one :'), Not Happy Series: Part 2 of bad things happen bingo Summary: Jason's still healing from their last encounter when he runs into Bruce. They fight, Bruce wins, instead of taking Jason to the cave in the backseat of the batmobile, he puts him in the trunk bthb prompt "locked in a trunk" requested by @PechoraFlow - thanks!!

"Fractions of a second pass before Jason’s back is hitting the weather-proof lining of the batmobile’s trunk with a sharp thump. Bruce doesn’t waste time closing him in. Pitch blackness falls like a pillow pressed over his face and an unwavering attacker.

“Let me out of here, Bruce!” He shrieks, punching and kicking at the ceiling of the compartment, even as it makes his shoulder scream,  “Fucking-” He can’t even get in the breath to properly shout, and he barely registers the soft rumble and vibrations of the engine starting up, “I- Please!”

And he- fuck he has to scratch through it, fucking claw at it. Because punches aren’t going to get him through the satin and pinewood that Bruce must’ve shelled out for, and the hundreds of pounds of dirt that weigh down on it. Jason screams. No one can hear him down here anyways.

He scrabbles and claws but its not working, and he’s running out of air. He's going to die a slow fucking death and no one will ever know that he even woke up down here and- oh God, what if he wakes up again? What if he can never claw his way out and he just keeps fucking dying and coming back until he either gets out or loses his mind.

There’s rain slick on his face and the smell of wet soil thick in his nose and the back of his throat. His body aches with every movement and it feels far too frail to make it out of this coffin and up to the surface."

[flock-of-cassowaries]

“Where do you think he’s keeping the real Burke Devlin?” - Number One Second-BurkeDevlin Hater, my friend.

[vaduart]

The circus is in town.

I've other wips to finish but this drawing idea took over me

[seasononesam]

Did you get the trunk packed up?

[mayasaura]

Huh. Wait, so. The shuttles were all shoved off the dock the night everyone arrived, right? But the ashes the Fourth find in the incinerator in Act 3 are fresh, and two people burned together. The whole time Cytherea had Protesilaus lumbering around Canaan House, Dulcinea's body was stashed away in her room. She risked carrying Dulcinea's corpse over the landing pad, through the hallways, and into her bedroom instead of consigning it to the depths out of.... what? Sentiment? Aesthetics?

[occasionalclown]

Some old DBZ and JoJo’s wallpaper

Drop a like or reblog if you use ✨

[mylittleredgirl]

obviously don't put your home address in the tags and invite people to steal your car but here's today's curiosity poll

this ain’t that scientific so there’s no official dividing line between urban/suburban/small town/rural just decide that with your heart

[llamaisllama777]

Eclipse, your trauma is showing...

Someone, please, help Eclipse.

[kennelkorn]

PLESE GANGNUM STYLE DAVE

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PLEASE .IM SORRY PLEAEE FREE ME FROM YOUR BASEMENT... THIS IS ALL I HAVE

[eddieisashifter]

Headcanon: Children of Thanatos are very claustrophobic due to the whole Sisyphus incident.

[yoursummerfrost]

i think you'll stay

I really don't know what to tell you. Twenty-two months ago I started writing a silly little coffee shop AU where Buffy was a long-suffering barista at Giles' coffee shop and Spike William was the dorky customer she ran illegal latte experiments on and who definitely didn't have any weird secret hobbies or anything. Then it turned out that this fic was cursed and/or prophetic and I stopped being able to write for a year and a half. But now I'm back and I finished the motherfucker. Welcome to the Bean Box, bitch.

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Rating: E

Word Count: ~75k

Pairing(s): Spike/Buffy, Buffy & Dawn

Summary: 

Buffy says, "No, but see, the thing is that good things look a lot like good things until you find out they're bad things, and I am really just full-up on bad things forever, thanks. Only lukewarm things for Buffy."

"That's the spirit, B!" Faith claps Buffy hard on the back, spilling some of William's coffee onto her shoes. "Let ole Willy warm ya up."

"Extremely not what I meant," says Buffy.

AKA: The one where Buffy works at a coffee shop and William is her favorite customer.

Read here on AO3!

[jamiesfootball]

Not Six Sentences (I didn't even count) Sunday

The keycard beeped. Roy let himself in the room, dropping the bag in the entryway.

“Jamie?”

Something plastic fell down in the shower.

“In here, Coach.”

Even with the door wide open, a wall of steam hit him in the face when he walked inside the ensuite. 

He froze when he realized the shower curtain wasn’t pulled shut at all. Water spilled pooled across the tile, seeping into a hastily thrown aside bath mat. Stripped bare, the bruising along the top of Jamie's back painted a lurid display, darkening to a deep black where the majority of his weight had been supported.

“Everybody saw that, huh?”

[essektheylyss]

I am obsessed with how narratively convenient Lark's divinatory abilities are. She's the only one of the protagonists who is both pragmatic and has a working sense of self-preservation, so having some internal impulse that is actually the guiding hand of the cosmos pushing her into doing the REALLY stupid shit is both necessary and really useful.

Like, I am the type of writer who kind of scoffs at the idea that characters are beyond the writer's control and will completely screw over your outline, because on one hand, a sensible outline will follow the characters' personalities and tendencies anyway. Obviously in an ensemble cast you will need to do some wrangling, but in theory your characters are responding to varying degrees of stimuli in order to maneuver them into the places you need them to be for things to all come together in the end.

But more importantly, "curse from god" is the funniest and easiest way to push any character to do things beyond the realm of reason when necessary, and frankly, what the fuck is the point of playing god if you don't embrace that?

[justalitlecreacher]

Post-Shawn takes a shot in the Dark idea where someone asks Shawn how he got out of the trunk the first time and Shawn casually explains that at the ripe old age of eleven, Henry taught him how to break out of a car trunk by locking him in one

Like there are three options for how this scene plays out

Shawn spouts some bs about the spirits helping him

Shawn tells the truth and no one believes him b/c they know Henry can be intense at times, but surely he knows where to draw the line

Shawn tells the truth and everyone believes him/ suddenly realizes why he is like *that*