Whumpee who hates cars
Whumpee who feels claustrophobic, uneasy, restless in the passenger seat. They fidget and curl inwards and pull up their shoulders and keep their eyes on the trees flashing by outside. They take nervous glances at the driver, they pull at their seatbelt. Their legs bounce endlessly.
They have spent some time in someone else's car before, unable to leave. They were taken, restricted, locked in. They do not like the stale, dusty, cushiony air mixed with the overpowering, nauseating smell of the colourful pines hanging from the rearview mirror. Every turn flips their stomach upside down. The radio grates on their ears and it is all they can hear, aside from their own maddening heartbeat.
The driver talks to them and they think they are going to pass out. They do not understand a single word they just heard. They see their kidnapper, a thug, an old nemesis — and the one who sits in the driver's seat isn't them, but that is all they can see.
They fall asleep in the back seat, and when they wake, their blood freezes solid. They feel someone under them, holding them, keeping them, and cannot move an inch from terror. A hand is in their hair, tousling it absentmindedly, curling it around its fingers, pulling on it lightly. The engine purrs underneath them and the tinted windows are up and there is the strangling smoke of a cigarette burning in their lungs and they are being taken back again, back to that horrible, awful, terrifying place they prayed they would never go back to. The hand stops, a voice calls out to them, a pair of innocent eyes catch their gaze, but all they can think about is how much time they will have to make up for by suffering when they arrive.
Whumpee does not like cars.
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Hey Tumblr, I'm sorry I disappeared for a month with no warning. I've missed you all (and this webbed site as a whole) sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and I never want to try to live (or watch tv) without you again.
What is up w/ you all? How are your fandoms how are your OTPs?
My brain is bursting w/ all the tv I've been watching and NOT tumbling about, but I especially can't believe I wasn't on tumblr for things like the Midnight Museum finale and Never Let Me Go reincarnation roleswap time travel fixit aka the beginning of Our Skyy 2...... I also am 15 hours into the Fingersmith audiobook and thinking things like "libraries should really let you have a special pass you can use one or two times a year to keep things out an extra week because how am I supposed to just go on about my day without the last third of this novel? It's inhumane"
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