Warnings: claustrophobia! If this is triggering, please, read with caution. Other than that, fluff? Angst?
I love your fics! Could you write a Dean x reader where the reader passes out
because she doesn’t feel very well and Dean became worried as hell? ❤
Sorry if my English isn’t perfect, but it’s not my native lenguage🙈❤
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If there was one thing you absolutely hated, it was small
spaces. You were very claustrophobic and being a Hunter didn’t help with that.
Most of the time, you had to squeeze into small spaces and you would panic
through it all.
That wasn’t the worst past.
The worst part was being in a small space with Dean, the
love of your life. If there was another thing you hated, it was showing
weakness. Especially in front of Dean. You were a Hunter for crying out loud,
weakness wasn’t mean to be shown.
You weren’t working a case but you were staying in a hotel.
A really nice hotel thanks to Mick who decided to give you and the boys suites.
Damn, you were in heaven. Of course, you declined and stayed
in Dean’s room where not much sleeping was being done. Mick and Sam were in
charge of finding the case and you and Dean were in charge of killing whatever
it is that needed to be killed.
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?”
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?”
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.
Request~Could you do it with the reader and him chasing a little creature and end up in a closet. If this include a claustrophobic reader and a Newt being really awkward at the proximity at first but still trying to comfort her, I’ll give you my first child ^-^. Is this ok for you to write it ?
#1- “I think the door just locked.”
Trigger Warning: Claustrophobia?
It was a normal day, you and Newt were caring for animals when one of the fwoopers flew off. “Hurry! We’ve got to catch it before it can start singing!” Newt yelled as he chased the bright pink bird. Y/N quickly followed in suit. The bird soared into the shed and right up the passageway to the outer world. The two quickly scaled the rickety wooden ladder in pursuit.
“There I see it!” Y/N said as she spotted a pink blob darting around a corner. The two continued to chase after the small bird. When they caught up with the fwooper it was perched on the windowsill of an abandoned building. Newt and Y/N climbed up the fire escape that clung to the side of the building, rushing up the creaking metal stairs. Just as the pair approached the bird it shot into the darkness of the building. They followed in after it and saw it fly into a small closet.
“Careful. Its trapped now it can’t get away. We’ve just got to be cautious.” Newt whispered stepping into the closet. Reluctantly Y/N stepped in following him, she saw Newt slowly reach up and grabbed the bird before unlocking his case and placing it in there. “Okay we are good now. Let’s-” Newt stopped as the hinges of the closet door sounded, the door closed.
“I think the door just locked.” Newt said as he heard it click, he glanced over towards Y/N who had backed herself into a corner. He could hear her take a deep shaky breath. “Uh… Y/N? Are you okay?” She didn’t respond just continued to sit in a ball in the corner. In the dim light of the closet he could see a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
“Y/N?” Newt inched forwards and gingerly placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. We’re going to be fine.” Calmly Newt took a seat a few inches away from her. “Newt?” Y/N whispered. “I’m here.”
WARNINGS: claustrophobia I guess, um Idk tell me if I should tag anything else.
Fury was in the dark place again. She didn’t know why. “What did I do this time?” she thought.
She could feel the concrete beneath her. She was left without food and a blanket this time. The cold seeped into her core.
She could hardly stretch her arms out without touching the walls.
Fury was scared. What if Mother won’t come back for her this time? What if she’ll die here? No one will care. Mother will come back for her, right? She wouldn’t leave one of her best students to die down here, right?
She was left all alone with her thoughts swirling through her head. “What if I die here? I’ll die cold and alone. No one would care. No one has ever cared for me. Mother gave me a home though. She has to care a little bit, right? Don’t cry Fury. If she sees you cried she’ll punish you again. I’m starving. I hope she comes back for me soon. I might die here. Oh god I might die here.”
Agonizing hours later the hatch opened. Mother stood above her with a smirk. “Will you be good if I let you out, Fury? You’ll be a good girl won’t you, dearie?”
Her heart caught in her chest. “Yes ma'am. I’ll be good I promise.”
Mother pulled Fury out, the light burning her eyes. A small bag of food was throw at her. “If you prove you’ll be good then I’ll give you more.” Mother walked away leaving Fury sitting on the floor clutching the bag of food.
She hated the dark place. She’ll do everything she can to not go back. It’s too dark, too small, too cold. She didn’t want to go back.
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.
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
claustrophobia, depictions of small/tight/cramped spaces, angst, maybe some
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.
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.
Summary: The reader and Castiel are paired together by chance during a harmless game of Spin The Bottle, the Winchesters going so far as to lock the two in a closet to keep the fun going, provoking new emotions between the two.
Warnings: Claustrophobia (if you don’t like closets?), possibly peer pressure
Your head was light with the cheerfully incapacitating laughter-induced lack of bloodflow to your brain, tear-filled eyes staring around the circle of four at the Winchester brothers and their beaming angel companion. You couldn’t remember the last time you had heard Dean laugh so carelessly, his peridot irises surrounded by liquid as he struggled for his breath, hand pressed to his stomach to apply pressure to his crippling cramps, his brother Sam in an equally unraveled state as he choked on his giggles, taking a cautious pull at his bottle of beer, droplets of the amber beverage falling from his mouth as he keeled over in a fit.
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.