#trapped together

[artepti]

A small comic that is heavily inspired by @radiobugso's posts (specifically these two posts!) where Mac and Wukong, both, got imprisoned under the mountain and therefore both do the JTTW!

The comic, specifically, is about brainrot on what maybe could have happened after the two gay monkeys got freed from under the mountain and got their shiny new "crowns"!

Also I just really like drawing Tang Sanzang as a b@stard (sm Angst potential) >:]

[chandralia]

nothing hits harder than bkdk being stuck in close proximity

[heldbybarnes]

what do you think of maybe an enemies to lovers with bucky and reader where they are forced to go on a mission together and they get trapped and are forced to deal with close proximity and deal with all the tension and resolve their hatred for each other and pass the time? angsty, maybe a little steamy, hurt comfort (maybe one of em gets injured or something idk lol)

yeah so i actually think of this every minute of every day

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They stick you with him on purpose.

You know it the second Fury finishes the briefing and looks between you and Bucky Barnes like a man lighting a fuse and stepping back.

“Extraction is simple,” Fury says. “In and out.”

You snort. Bucky doesn’t look at you. He never does—unless it’s to glare like you personally ruined his life.

“Simple,” you echo. “Sure.”

The mission goes sideways in under ten minutes.

The building collapses inward after the explosion—concrete screaming, steel buckling, the floor giving out beneath you both. You barely have time to grab onto him before the world tilts and slams you down into darkness.

When you come to, your ears are ringing and your ribs feel like they’ve been rearranged. Dust coats your tongue. It takes a second to realize you’re pinned—half under a slab of concrete, half under him.

Bucky’s weight is solid, unyielding. Warm. Too warm.

“Get off,” you gasp, shoving at his shoulder.

He groans, pushing himself up with one arm. “Real welcoming.”

“Get off me,” you repeat, sharper.

He does, rolling to the side with a curse. The movement sends a spike of pain through your leg and you bite down on a cry. The ceiling above you has caved in—no clear exit, no signal, no light except what leaks in through a crack in the wall.

Trapped.

Of course you are.

“You hurt?” he asks, clipped.

“No thanks to you.”

His jaw tightens. “You grabbed me.”

“You were falling on me.”

“Could’ve let me.”

You look at him then, really look—dust-streaked face, blood at his hairline, eyes too blue for how dark everything feels. “And watch you splatter? Yeah. Real tempting.”

Silence stretches, thick and suffocating.

You’ve hated each other for years. Ever since that mission in Bucharest where he ignored your call and you took a bullet meant for him. Ever since he apologized once—stiff, hollow—and then never again. Ever since every briefing turned into passive-aggressive warfare.

He breaks the silence first. “Your leg.”

You follow his gaze. Your pant leg is dark with blood.

“Shit,” you mutter.

He’s already moving, kneeling in front of you, hands hovering like he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch. “I need to check it.”

“You don’t need—”

“You’re bleeding.”

Something about his voice—low, steady—cuts through your instinct to push him away. You let him carefully roll the fabric up. The gash is ugly, angry red.

His fingers brush your skin as he wraps it, gentle despite the metal hand. You hate how it makes your chest tighten.

“You could’ve died,” he says quietly.

“So could you,” you snap. “But you don’t seem too bothered by that.”

He stills. Slowly looks up at you.

“That’s not true.”

You scoff. “You never listen to me on missions. You don’t trust me. You don’t even look at me.”

“That’s because if I do,” he says, voice rough, “I remember the sound you made when you got hit. And I don’t know how to carry that.”

The words land heavy between you.

You swallow. “Then why do you act like you hate me?”

His mouth twists. “Because it’s easier than admitting I’m terrified of screwing up again.”

For a long moment, all you hear is the distant groan of settling concrete.

“I don’t hate you,” you admit, quieter. “I hate that you decided I was expendable.”

His shoulders sag like you’ve finally hit something raw. “You weren’t expendable. You were—” He stops. Exhales. “You were everything in that moment. And I failed you.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until he reaches out, hesitant, and wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb. The touch lingers. Too long. Charged.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.

“It’s cold,” you lie.

He shifts closer, the space between you disappearing. There’s nowhere to go anyway—just stone and shadow and him. His arm comes around you, careful, like he’s afraid you’ll break. You should pull away.

You don’t.

His breath ghosts your temple. Your heartbeat stutters.

“If we don’t make it out,” you whisper, “I don’t want this to be how we end.”

His forehead rests against yours. “Then don’t let it be.”

It’s not a kiss—not really. Just a brush of lips, tentative, like asking permission. When you don’t pull back, it deepens—slow, aching, restrained by everything unsaid.

You break it first, breathless. “When we get out—”

“We talk,” he says immediately. “We fix it. Or try.”

A distant rumble cuts through the moment. Light spills in as debris shifts above you.

Rescue.

Bucky helps you to your feet, arm firm around your waist. Before they pull you out, he leans in and murmurs, “I’m not losing you again.”

For the first time, you believe him.

[dramioneasks]

House of Penumbra: Madness and Mercy - UnsortedSoul - E, 26 chapters, Words: 107,379 - After the fall of the Order, Hermione Granger is no longer a symbol of light—she’s a hunter, hollowed and vicious, set on killing Voldemort with or without her soul intact. Draco Malfoy, Voldemort’s most feared lieutenant, hides a secret rebellion: he’s planning the Dark Lord’s murder. But when he saves Hermione in a moment of weakness, they’re both pulled into the House of Penumbra—an ancient, sentient place that traps them together. The House doesn’t speak. It watches. It remembers. And it won’t release them until something deeper than vengeance begins to bloom. Surrounded by living murals, shifting shadows, and their own buried grief, Hermione and Draco must do the one thing they were never taught: feel. Heal. And care about someone other than the dead. In a world where survival meant becoming monsters, maybe the only true rebellion left is learning how to love again. Because the House was built for a single purpose: to choose who is worthy of saving the world—and to make them bleed for it. A gothic, psychological, slow-burn Dramione. Dark magic. Enemies to reluctant allies. Emotional devastation. Healing as resistance. And a house that won’t let go.

[stevesjockstrap]

Chapstick Chapped Lips & Things Like Chemistry

💕 Written for @sapphicstevents holiday exchange for @itcanbepalped

coffee?

[shadow-rider-system]

Cave-In

Rating: T

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Kamen Rider - All Media Types仮面ライダーガヴ | Kamen Rider Gavv (TV)

Relationship: Raage9 | Rakia Amarga/Nyelv Stomach

Published: 2026-02-10

Words:5,769

Chapters:1/1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79225996

This is my first fic that I've posted for others to read. I'm nervous but trying to remind myself that what matters is I had fun writing it. Eddie was kind enough to make some art to go with the fic. -Damien

[curlyboys]

broken up Buck and Tommy in the same vehicle for some reason and they get stuck in unexpected traffic - which lengthens their expected 10 minute commute to almost an hour due to roadblocks and detours. they go through various emotions both unspoken and in words. questions get answers but also arise new questions, no closure and no way forward due to perceived or unknown lies and continued miscommunication.

[aziraphales-library]

hi!!!

are there any forced proximity trope fics u could rec for me please? preferably ones that take place after season 2 but i’m really not fussy either way :)

i tried searching for the forced proximity tag on this page but i couldn’t find it so im really sorry if this has already been asked for!!!

thank u <33 much love to u all!

Hello! We have a #trapped together tag with a couple of posts, so check that. Here are some post-series two fics to add...

Nightingale's Lament by midnightdragons (G)

Crowley has to drive Aziraphale somewhere in the Bentley. They aren't talking. The Bentley is not going to stand for that. (Season 3 speculation. I love the forced proximity trope, and by Neil’s ‘they aren’t talking’, it seems that that may be where we’re headed. And so I raise to you, a thought I had while driving and pulled over to write out.)

Confession Box Revelations by sentientsky (T)

After Aziraphale returns from Heaven, tensions run high. Sick of their unspoken angst and desperate to get them to actually TALK to one another, Maggie and Nina lock Crowley and his angel (ex??) husband in the record shop's office. Both of them forget that they're supernatural entities who could just miracle the door open.

waiting for something to fall from the sky by findmebythemilkyway (G)

“Down, you need to go down,” Crowley growls, one hand on the D button. “Do you know what down is? It’s – it’s fucking down!” The elevator stills, shakes one last time like a dog after leaving water and its doors practically throw themselves open. An even brighter landscape greets Crowley. Heaven. “Are you shitting me?” Crowley grumbles and proceeds to return his attention to the treacherous D button. “Hold the elevator!” a familiar voice exclaims from the outside. “I won’t be a moment, please!” Crowley freezes. This can’t be happening. Or, Crowley uses the elevator to go to Hell. The faulty thing sends him Upstairs instead, just as Aziraphale needs to use its services.

7 minutes in heaven by waddlesthejoghog (T)

"If Crowley and Aziraphale couldn’t figure it out, Muriel would have to take a different approach. It wasn’t enough to put them in the same location. They had to plant some seeds of conversation. They had to come to a conclusion naturally, but with a push." OR Muriel reads every book in the shop, then comes up with a plan to get Aziraphale and Crowley back together.

- Mod D