claustrophobia warning

Fragments - Part 12

Word Count: 7488

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon divergence, Claustrophobia, major trigger warning in the tags because it contains spoilers. 

A/N: Thanks to everyone (all 1 million of you) who read this over at various stages for me as I was beating myself up over it, and for the people who beta’d all or part of it, @percywinchester27 @because-imma-lady-assface @impalaimagining @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @wheresthekillswitch thank you! 

Fragments Masterlist

Walking into the morgue and meeting Sam was awkward at best. He was just standing there, like he didn’t know what to say or do. Dean hadn’t filled him in on the fact that you hadn’t made the decision to shove the damaged pieces of your soul back in and he looked surprised to see you standing. “I’m still me, Sam.” You said softly. “No memories.”

“Thank God.” Sam reached out and pulled you into a hug, crushing you to his chest. “I wasn’t sure. I mean, I was hoping you wouldn’t do it.” Sam pulled away, brushing his hand over yours and feeling the metal on your finger. “You’re wearing your ring.”

“Yeah, I uh, I told her.” Dean said. “She didn’t run screaming so –” You smiled and shook your head, glaring at Dean for a second before looking back at Sam, who clearly had more questions but you weren’t going to answer them. Not here.

“So what’s the deal with Lucifer?” You questioned, diverting the subject away from yourself. Sam gave you one of his bitch faces and rolled his eyes, starting to walk down the hall. “What was that for? It’s a valid question.”

“I’ll show you. Our colleagues are already inside.” He threw his hands in the air in air quotes at the word colleagues and you couldn’t help but laugh. Apparently Butch and Sundance were still riding together. At least some things hadn’t changed.

“Agents.” Cas and Crowley both greeted all of you as you entered the room. Crowley was wearing his fake badge on his lapel and Dean yanked it off, rolling his eyes hard.

“Armani!” Crowley complained.

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Ouat2011′s Fanfiction Master Post

I’m making a master post of my stuff because I’m almost at my one year anniversary of writing GMW (*coughRucascough*) fics, and I couldn’t think of anything else to do to commemorate it. haha.  They are listed in order of start date. **Indicates current projects.

Stay: A Rucas FanFic - My first GMW fic.  “What happens when another secret slips out? Takes place during and after the gang’s senior year of high school. Rucas centric. Rated M for Chapter Nine ONLY.”

Go: A Sequel to Stay: A Rucas Fanfic - “This is the sequel to “Stay”. A little over three years later, Lucas and Riley seem as close as ever, but what happens when it seems like their dreams are pulling them apart?”

Girl Meets the Return of Game Night - Written before Yearbook and Semi-Formal, so it’s definitely an AU and the lightest work I’ve written to date.  One shot.

Pas de Deux - “AU Rucas and Joshaya fic. Riley is an aspiring dancer whose sole focus is getting into Juilliard after high school. What happens when she meets the newest member of JQA’s football team?”

Home: Part Three in the Stay Series - “Last part of the “Stay” trilogy. Set 2 years after the end of “Go”.”

**Girl Meets Music: A Series of Rucas One-Shots - Currently has 5 one shots in it.  Ranges between fluffy and not so fluffy.  

Serendipity - “AU: What if Lucas Friar didn’t move to New York when they were in the 7th grade? What if he moved to New York when they were in the 11th grade? What if he’s not quite the same Lucas we know because he didn’t have the positive influence of a certain brunette earlier in his life?”

Pas de Trois - “A sequel to “Pas de Deux”. Riley’s focus shifts from her mental health recovery to her physical recovery. Lucas is more than supportive about her efforts to regain her strength, but what happens when his own personal demons and the winds of change threaten to destroy the relationship that he worked so hard to regain?” 

Amaranthine - “AU. Second part of ‘Serendipity’. Lucas and Riley have finally dropped their guards in order to be with one another, but what happens when outside forces and a simple misunderstanding threaten their relationship?”

Crash Course - Rated M.  “Five friends. One party. One night. A lot can happen in four years, but some things never change. Rated M for various reasons. You have been warned.” 

Symbolon - Rated M for graphic sexuality and situations.  “A vignette set in between the events of Chapter Thirty Nine and the Epilogue of Amaranthine.”

Awakening - “The fic giveaway I did when I reached 500 followers on tumblr. The prompt came from @theautumndiaries. I’m not going to post the exact prompt until the end of the fic because that would give too much away. Lucas is a transfer student. Riley’s the principal’s daughter. One conversation can change everything.”

Infinite - “Takes place two years after the events in “Crash Course”, but can also be read as a stand alone piece.  Riley planned on having a nice, peaceful girls’ night with her best friend, but when an irresistible opportunity presents itself, she can’t help but to experience a night she won’t ever forget.  Rucas. Joshaya. Mentions of Smarkle. And then there’s Zay.” Rated T for now.

Ghost in the Wind - Lyrical one shot. Due to the nature of this one, I decided to separate it from the others. Dark. Trigger warnings: sudden character death, suicide, car accident, depression, anxiety, and claustrophobia. Warning: This is not a happy fic.

Versace on the Floor (We Do What We Do) - Rated M. Lyrical one shot.  Riley is in New York for one night only. Will he show up? Their lives dictate that they can’t be together, but that hasn’t stopped them yet. AU.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (We Do What We Do Part Two) - Lyrical one shot.  Takes place two years after the events in Versace on the Floor.  She lives in England.  He lives in the US.  It could never work–could it?

Unless specified, all my fics are rated T.

Below the Surface

A/N: This Goretober prompt is a little shorter than the rest. It ran around my brain for a while but I fear I may have exhausted the idea. It’s a Roy-centric fic with implied Royai at the end. It isn’t the best, I’m afraid, but I knew that if I tossed the idea around anymore I’d neglect the rest of the prompts. I hope you enjoy if you read!

Warnings: claustrophobia 


Roy lifted a hand and pressed it against his aching head, trying to remember what it was he was doing before he woke up surrounded by darkness. He combed his fingers back through his hair and stopped when he felt them push through a sticky, warm substance that had clumped on the side of his head. His fingers retracted and he held his hand in front of his face. But with the blackness that surrounded him, he wouldn’t have known his hand was there, much less what it was. He growled and pushed himself onto his elbows, but fell back instantly when he drove his forehead into something fixed.

His hands immediately flew up over him, and he felt them stop against something solid. Roy traced the ceiling along until he reached two corners, and then slowly trailed his fingers down along the sides of what he was slowly beginning to realize was a close entrapment. When his hands reached either side of him and found the bottom edges of the rectangle he found himself in, his chest constricted. It was, at minimum, barely wide enough to accommodate him. His shoulders were just a few inches from either side of the enclosure and, he reached up again, taking careful note of the severely acute angle with which his elbow was folded, the ‘ceiling’ was just a couple of centimeters taller than it was wide.

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The Metal Coffin

For the sweet anon who requested a Viktor Claustrophobia fic. Shoutout to @mypoorfaves who betaed this fic!!

Fandom: Yuuri On Ice

Characters: Yuuri, Viktor

Scenario: Viktor has a panic attack in the elevator from claustrophobia.

Words: 1, 102

Trigger warnings: Claustrophobia, Panic Attack 

   It would not be an exaggeration to say that alcohol was one of the oldest and abnormal substance made for human consumption. It brought out inner qualities that the drinker worked hard to conceal, or amplified prominent emotions whether it be affection, anger or anxiety. It was the same drink that made Katsuki Yuuri strip and pole dance and that made Viktor Nikiforov climb a roof naked while the moon was at its peak.    

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musical theatre and train rides|| S.H

Word count: 400 +
Warning: claustrophobia 
A/n: so my mum took me to a concert (yawn) but it made me think and come up with this! Enjoy!

Sam loved you. You started off as the girl from the bookstore then went to his friend to his best friend and now you were his crush. But how to take you out on a date was harder than he thought,until he asked you to see wicked at the theatre.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” Sam called up the stairs
Y/N looked in the mirror and frowned slightly “coming.” She sighed, she was wearing her red dress and converse trainers. Y/N stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at Sam “this ok?”
Sam saw Y/N and blushed “wow!”
Y/N hopped down the stairs her Y/HC that was in curls bouncing
“Can we go then?” She said smiling at him , god he was perfect, that smile warmed her heart and his eyes always made you fall more in love with him everytime she looked into them and now she was going to the theatre. Just them.

After the long train ride full of laughing and annoying a lot of the passengers they had reached the theatre. They sat in their seats and watched, throughout the whole performance Sam couldn’t help but look at Y/N, her face lit up from start to end,her eyes glistening. The musical had ended and everyone got up to leave.Y/N felt very isolated her breathing quickened, her claustrophobia kicking in, she reached out for Sam’s hand who took it and squeezed it lightly “you’re ok” he muttered into her ear.
Sam and Y/N walked through the streets of London, still holding hands. The lights following their step, they finally reached the platform “thank you.” Y/N smiled up at Sam, she shivered slightly “no problem.Are you cold?” He said taking his jacket and wrapping it around Y/N who was now blushing like mad “trains here….” she said pointing to the train that had arrived.

On the train the slow movement had lulled Y/N into a light sleep, her head was rested on Sams shoulder, he looked at Y/N smiling at how peaceful she looked, Sam kissed the top of Y/N’s head “I love you” he muttered
Y/N slowly opened her eyes a smile tugging at her lips “ i love you more Sam Anthony Holland” she sat up giggling as she heard Sam gasp slightly “you thought I was asleep didnt you?” Y/N laughed her laughter disappeared when Sams’ lips captured hers. The train slowed down “this is my stop.” She muttered smiling “do you have to go?” Sam whined looking up at her as she stood up. Y/N smiled “yes! I’ll call you later.” She laughed kissing him quickly before stepping off the train

Sam looked out the window as Y/N walked up the stairs the train slowly leaving the station

Sam loved you. You were his stars, moon and life and he never wanted to lose you.

Spatial Awareness

Title: Spatial Awareness

Summary: imagine Dean has claustrophobia from when he had to claw his way out of his grave. You discover this when a demon locks the two of you in a closet. Dean x Reader.

Author’s Note: this is really different than anything I’ve posted on here yet. So… I’m a little nervous about it. I hope you guys like it. It was just a quick write that popped in my head after seeing something about Dean clawing his way out, and it reminded me that that could be a really freaky thing.

Word Count: 1340

Tags: @theerinpage, @winchester11, @mamaimpala (if anyone else ever wants to be tagged in anything, just let me know!)

Warnings: claustrophobia, depictions of small/tight/cramped spaces, angst, maybe some slight language.

Dean throws his full weight into the door, his feet slipping out from under him slightly when the door doesn’t budge. He slams a fist against it, his jaw clenched, sweat glistening against his forehead in the dim lighting of the cramped closet.

“Dean!” Your voice seems to fall on deaf ears. Dean keeps beating on the door, his eyes closing, his desperation increasing. You push off from the pile of coats you’d landed against in the corner, stepping over to him. “Dean, look at me.”

There’s a brief quiet moment, and in that you can hear Dean’s breathing. There’s something off about it. It sounds shaky. Uneven. Dean still doesn’t look at you, so you gently grab his arm. “Dean,” you try again, softer.

Dean’s eyes lock onto yours, and you suddenly realize he’s humming. It takes you a moment, but you recognize it. Enter Sandman. Metallica. Some distant voice in your head reminds you that Dean does that when he’s trying to calm himself down.

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Love In An Elevator

Description: College!Sam x reader AU fluff. The day the reader moves out of their college dorms, they experience a few “problems”.
Words: 932
Warnings: Maybe claustrophobia? Is that a thing?
Author’s note: Never done an AU before so I thought, eh, why not! Someone needs to ban me froms titling these things. Not from a request but I’m working on another of those too at the moment!!

Who knew you could fit so much in one small room? You threw the last shirt into an open cardboard box in front of you and let out a sigh. You’d probably left packing a little too close for comfort, technically you should be signing out within the hour.

As if on queue, the door to your room swung open to reveal the friend who had agreed to help you ferry your things back home.

“Y/N! It’s finally that day! You ready to go?” She squealed, hopping past a few boxes to give you a hurried hug.

“Yep! All’s good! Cutting it a bit fine though, where’d you park?” You laughed, returning the hug.

“Just outside the main doors, looks like it’s quite quiet at the moment you’ll be glad to know. Just tell me where you want me, I’m here for you this morning.”

“You’re a star, right first things first, I found a whole box of Kyle’s old stuff, could you be amazing and take it to room H8? I’ll start loading the car.”

Kyle was a guy you had known basically since birth and though you’d probably see him soon, one less box to be responsible for could never hurt.

Your friend gave you a mock salute before picking up the container you’d pointed her to and awkwardly making her way out of the door. Starting with the bulkier items seemed like a good idea, so after a quick glance around the room, you decided on a few boxes you could stack together.

The boxes were heavy and you could barely see past them, but luckily the lift was only a few doors down from your room. Without bothering locking up or grabbing a phone, you heaved up the boxes and made your way towards the lift. You couldn’t have gotten more than 10 steps before you crashed straight into someone going the other way.

“Son of a-” you heard a man say, but you were far too busy trying to stay upright.

“Watch it!” You squeaked, after you’d regained balance. He muttered a quick apology and within seconds was already off in the opposite direction.

“No, really, I’m fine,” you muttered sarcastically to the space where he’d been.

Making your way further down the hall, you got to the lift and hastily elbowed the button. With a ‘ding’ the doors slid open and you bundled inside, dumping your things on the floor the moment you got in there. You were stretching your fingers out, trying to regain circulation, when you heard a strained voice.

“Hold the elevator!”

Quickly, you pressed the button to stop the doors closing and peeped your head out to find the owner of the voice. You soon saw it was one of Kyle’s friends from your floor, he was lugging an entire chest of wooden drawers on a sack truck and clearly he was struggling.

“Do you want a hand?” You said, looking him up and down. He had shaggy hair and was tall and muscular, but if even he was stuggling with the weight, there probably wasn’t much you could do to help, but it felt polite to offer.

“I’m good, just stand back,” he panted out.

You did as he said and pressed back against the wall of the lift. It was only a very small space and you weren’t sure how he was going to fit with the drawers as well as you and your things, but you didn’t say anything.

With some loud bangs and grunts of effort, he maneuvered the drawers into the small space and squeezed himself in flat against them. He jammed the close door button and let out a quick breath as the doors shut.

You were about to make a sarcastic comment about the lack of space when you both heard a strange sound.

“Please say that’s your phone?” You muttered.

“Nope, sorry,” he replied, shuffling slightly, “I think it’s coming from the-”

Before he could finish the lift came to a shuddering halt and the emergency light came on. You stumbled slightly but the boxes broke your fall.

“Crap! Are you okay?” He said, concern clear in his voice.

“Yeah, feeling a bit enclosed in, but fine!” You laughed, “have we stopped?”

“I think so,” he grimaced.

“It’ll move again in a second though, right?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He mumbled back. He tried to move to face you but the confined space pinned him in place.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not joking, the light doesn’t come on like that unless somethings gone wrong.”

“My check out time’s in under an hour.” You groaned, you tried slumping down, but the lack of space kept you pinned in place.

Before you had time to say any more, a crackling voice came over the speakers.

“The weight limit for this elevator has been exceeded, it’ll be 30 minutes minimum until the engineer can be with you. Sorry for the inconvenience,” the whiny voice said.

You ran your hand down your face and let out a small exasperated sigh.

“Looks like we’ve got a half hour then,” you said offering a smile.

“Looks like it.” He smiled, “on the plus side, now you have a new empathy for sardines?”

You let out laugh and rolled your eyes.

“Seriously? That’s your best argument, Mr hold-the-elevator?”

“That’s not my name, I’m… my name’s Sam by the way.”

“Y/N,” you smirked. Both he and you went quiet for a few moments before he decided to break the silence.

“So then Y/N…do you, um, come here often?”

Fic: Going Down

Summary: Belle doesn’t realise how much she hates lifts until she gets trapped in one. Luckily, she is trapped with Rumpel…

Takes place in a slight AU wherein Belle was not shot and went to NYC with Rumpel, Emma and Henry. It was the only way I could think of to get them trapped in an lift that wasn’t the library’s.

Thanks as always to the lovely ripperblackstaff for test-reading!

Warning: Claustrophobia

Rating: NC-17


Belle does not realise how much she hates lifts until she is trapped in one.

She did not intend to be trapped in one. They were all on their way back to the hotel rooms – she and Rumpel, Emma and Henry, and Neal. Rumpel’s leg has been playing up from so much walking around the hard streets of New York and he has no magic to soothe away the pain, so they decided to take the lift rather than the two flights of stairs to their room.

This would be fine had the lift not got stuck.

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A/N : I don’t know where this fic came from but I wrote it anyway… /kanyeshrug 

Warnings : Claustrophobia and darkness.

Summary : There is a room at the back of the Rooster Teeth building that nobody ever opens. Gavin manages to rope the rest of the guys into taking a look while the office is empty…

Word Count : 2.626 words of bad dick jokes and claustrophobic Gavin. 

Pairing : OT6


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The Price of Gold (Buried Alive)

Pairing: Bagginshield  |  Status: Completed  |  Wordcount: 115,570

Synopsis: Betrayed, caught in the throes of goldsickness and faced with imminent battle, Thorin locks Bilbo in a small chest. As he leaves, the gold shudders and collapses, and Bilbo is buried beneath the gold. Alive.

Once the battle is over and Bilbo rescued, Thorin wishes to make amends, to atone. But others have set their eyes on the riches in the mountain and some dwarven nobles would rather see Dain on the throne, Thranduil is concerned about the region’s stability and Bard worries about oncoming winter. Most of all, the affair around the Arkenstone has to be resolved and peace secured.

Thorin must play his part and so must Bilbo. And somehow, between conspiracies and murder attempts they must figure out how to deal with the hurt between them.

Chapters: 33  |  Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort  | Warnings: dark, claustrophobia (”buried alive”), attempted suicide, ptsd, attempted murder, violence.


A Theory Test

Description: Sam x reader fluff. The reader decides to test a theory but ends up hearing more than they should.
Words: 792
Warnings: Claustrophobia? Kinda?
Author’s Note: This was a request I got ages ago but I forgot about entirely! Sorry it’s short!

Today was the day you decided to test a theory.

In retrospect, it probably would have be better if you warned someone of your grand plan first, but how were you ever going to learn valuable hunting skills if people went easy on you? So that’s why you were cramped up in the boot of the impala with just your phone as a light source. You’d picked today of all days to test yourself because Sam was borrowing the impala, you trusted him anyway but it was also probably more than his life was worth to come back with a damaged car… and he wouldn’t turn up the music so loud that you’d have no eardrums left either, that was a good positive.

Your test was simple, you wanted to see if you really could count the lefts, rights and junctions as easily as Sam and Dean claimed they had in the past. Dean regularly enjoyed elaborating on hunting tales to you but when you and Sam were alone he usually would tell you later how it really was, but he hadn’t that time. So the next most logical route was to test it.

You’d kissed Sam goodbye and told him you were off to have a shower and that you’d see him when he got back, perfectly plausible, he didn’t suspect a thing whilst he finished his drink in the kitchen. You’d tiptoed through to the garage and tugged open the boot, hopped in and curled up into the space, which suddenly seemed a lot smaller than you remembered, before closing the lid silently behind you. The plan was set, you were ready to practice.

And the survey said? Yes, yes you could count the turns.

Once out of the bunker, you’d turned left, stopped at a junction after about 5 minutes of no turns and then went straight on for a few more minutes. Telling gradual curves was more difficult than you’d expected, you’d had a couple of what felt like gentle rights, but it was tricky to be sure of, by your knowledge of the area, he seemed to be heading for the town which was exactly where he should be going. From that point there was another left, a junction, left, straight on for 6 minutes, right, left, left, straight on, left - mega fucking bump - right, straight on for a few minutes then he slowed and turned left onto gravel before coming to a halt and killing the engine.

Gravel? He said he was going to the supermarket? That was tarmac, definitely not gravel… strange, Sam never lied to you. You shuffled as slowly as possible to lessen sound in the confined space, trying to find a small gap that you might be able to peer through. There wasn’t any luck so you pulled out your phone to check where you were, but you stopped still when you heard the drivers door open and light footsteps approaching, crunching on the stones.

“Sam Winchester?” a low female voice said.

“That’s me. Who the hell are you?” Sam replied bluntly, clearly in one of those moods that he didn’t want to be dealing with a stranger.

“Castiel asked me to give this to you,” the woman said, ignoring his previous question. You heard some rustling and guessed it must’ve been her passing over a package of some kind.

“And he couldn’t come himself?” Sam snapped before letting out a huff, “I’m sorry, I’m… You’re sure it’s in there though?”

“As far as I know.”

Sam let out a short laugh and more rustling sounded like he was opening the package, there was a muffled click, sounding as if a box was opened and you heard him suck in a breath.

“Is everything in order?” The woman asked after a brief pause.

“Yeah, yeah, I think we’re good.”

“It looks…” the woman trailed off and you heard feet shuffle very slightly on the stones.

“It’s perfect,” Sam said in a low voice. It went quiet for a moment and you heard the package get placed somewhere in the front seat of the car before Sam spoke again, “thank you for this, it’s important that I get this right first time.”

“I gathered as much,” the woman replied with a hint of a laugh, “I must go, but Castiel also told me to say to not worry, Y/N loves you and will definitely say yes.”

“Yeah, well, I really hope so… Thank you again.”

“It’s nothing, good luck on the proposal, Sam,” she replied. A telltale rustle of feathers indicated her departure leaving a nervous Sam in the front seat and a partially-in-shock, very wide eyed you in the boot.

It was suddenly going to be a much longer ride home.