Request: Can you write one where Bucky
and the reader are ok with each other but there’s some tension thrown around?
Tony decides to make them work out what ever it is and lock them in a small
room together. The room ends up being too small for the reader and she falls to
the floor hyperventilating and Bucky tries to snap her out of it while cussing
out stark cause he knows they’re on speaker.
“So how are things between you and metal arm?” Stark asked
you as you worked.
“You mean Bucky?” You asked and he nodded. “Fine.” You responded
simply. Exactly like how he expected but not what he wanted you to say. He
wanted you to mention something to hint something was going on between you.
Description: College!Sam x reader AU fluff. The day the reader moves out of their college dorms, they experience a few “problems”.
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.
“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.
Description: Sam x reader fluff. The reader decides to test a theory but ends up hearing more than they should.
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.
tinuviel-undomiel prompted: “Belle has always been attracted to her boss, Mr. Gold, and when they get stuck on an elevator together she decides to go for it.”
This is one of my favourite tropes, thank you for this prompt!
Of all the times of day to get stuck in a lift, right at the very end when she wanted to go home was not the one that Belle would have picked, had she had a choice. She was meant to be having dinner with her dad that evening and she knew that she was going to be late.
She could not fault, however, her company in the lift, however much Mr Gold might currently be turning the air blue with a variety of filthy curses in at least three different languages, and some that might not be any kind of legitimate language at all. After he had smacked his cane handle against the doors a couple of times to no avail, he presumed his previous occupation of stalking around the small lift like a cornered animal.