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MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

1. The sudden silence

Walking home, footsteps echo. Too quiet. A hand shoots from the dark, yanking the hood back tight around the throat, dragging them off the path before a sound can escape.

2. The van slide

The screech of tires, doors slam open. Rough hands seize both arms at once. Boots scrape the asphalt as they’re lifted clean off the ground, shoved inside before they can fight.

3. Friendly fire

A voice they know calls from behind. Relief lasts one heartbeat—then the cold press of a weapon at their spine, whispered: “Don’t struggle.”

4. Hallway choke

As the door closes behind them, two figures peel from the shadows of the hallway. One pins the wrists above the head; another clamps a forearm across the throat. The lock clicks shut.

5. The staged rescue

Collapsed and half-conscious, they hear, “I’ve got you.” But the arms lifting them are too rough, too eager. The supposed savior carries them straight into a waiting car.

6. Back-room trap

A friendly stranger offers water, leads them through a side door. The handle jams behind them. Darkness. Then hands. Too many.

7. Elevator box-in

Doors slide shut. It’s just three others inside, too close, too quiet. One presses the button for the basement. Another wedges a hand into the back of their neck.

8. The trail snare

On an empty road, a figure waves for help. When they stop, a rope tightens around their ankle, yanking them down hard. Dust in the throat, bodies closing in fast.

9. Sleeper hold

A cloth bag goes over the head, arms yank backward. A forearm snakes tight around the windpipe, the hiss in the ear: “Breathe... while you can.”

10. The corner crush

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Hand on the throat — not choking, just resting there, a reminder of how easily it could turn.

Crowding in close — shoulder to the wall, breath hot in the ear, nowhere to move.

Weapon pressed flat — knife laid cold against the skin, unmoving, just waiting.

Mocking calmness — a soft smile, quiet words, while holding them pinned in place.

Dragged into the light — spotlight or flashlight shoved in the face, no shadows to hide in.

Hands behind the back — wrists twisted just enough to ache, captor murmuring threats.

Forced stillness — someone grips their jaw tight, turning their face where they want it.

Interrupted silence — no strike, no shout, just someone leaning close and whispering: “You know what happens next.”

Cut off from escape — blocking the doorway, boots planted, arms folded, waiting for the panic to rise.

Pain without strike — pressing a thumb into a fresh bruise or wound, watching for the flinch.

Looming presence — circling like a predator, slow steps echoing louder than words.

Mock vulnerability — letting them go, daring them to try to run, promising what will happen if they do.

Dragged to the ground — knee planted on the chest, pinning with effortless weight.

(kidnapped whumpee vibes)

They start off making jokes. Watching their face fall into terror as whumper approaches with a knife

The disbelief the first time. "Wait, you're not gonna, wait, wait!" Wriggling away as far as they can in their restraints.

More denial, calling for help way too much until whumper gets fed up and gags them

After holding in a scream of pain and keeping it down to harsh grunting, making a snarky remark. "Is that the best you can do, sweetheart?"

After said snarky remark, whumper turns with that "you did not just say that to me." Face. And whumpee turns away and forces a chuckle, knowing it's about to get 10 times worse.

The groan that they try to make sound like laughter.

Reflexive/compulsive joking that they can't stop, it's a trauma response. And it pisses whumper off. *Cue whumper trying to beat it out of them*

"Shit, whumper, don't kill me all at once." Whumper, picking up a whip. "I warned you not to say one more word."

Whumper torturing them with exquisite slowness so they can watch whumpee's face go from forced smile, to red, swollen-faced breath holding as they try not to cry

"I'm sorry," laughing nervously at first. Changing to crying and begging, "whatever I did, I'm sorry, please!!"

When they're so defeated, panting hoarsely after so much screaming, and they stop smiling. Not daring to speak, even to look at whumper.

Or as they raise their head cautiously, whumpee just stares at whumper, lips quivering, hanging onto the last of their sanity by a thread.

Aziraphale's mind: oh my god, my god, my god... now I invite him to dance... oh my god, I'm about to dance with him... oh my goooood

OMG THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS 😭😭😭😭😭