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Confined - ksx_22 - Geography (Anthropomorphic) [Archive of Our Own]
Phobias Whump Prompt List 1
Inspired by @chosenchaos (Chaos from The Whump Corner Discord)
Claustrophobia: Fear of confined spaces
Caretaker knows an escape route Whumper would never be able to figure out. They're shocked at Whumpee's sudden willingness to stay with Whumper upon finding out that escape is through a tight cave/plumbing system.
Trapped in an elevator (with caretaker, whumper, another whumpee) after it broke down
Caretaker comforting Whumpee, telling them to focus on their breathing, while they're both pressed against each other in quite the confined place
Whumper locked Whumpee into a cramped space, now looking at the small medical room Caretaker has brought them to, they're getting all the wrong reminders
Whumpee needs to save their friend, however Whumper knew enough about them to make the rescue as agonizing as possible for the both of them.
Cynophobia: Fear of Dogs
Whumper hunting Whumpee down with a pack of viscously trained dogs.
Caretaker bringing Whumpee to their home. Maybe they finally convinced Whumpee to let them care for them in their own home, maybe their friendship grew closer enough, either way... Caretaker never told Whumpee they had a pet dog
Dogfolk whumper? Dogfolk caretaker? A really scared whumpee?
Whumpee is terrified of traveling through cities alone, awaiting a non-existent stray dog at every corner. Whumper has offered to take them home on a late night, and they seem so nice...
Whumper tormenting Whumpee with dogs, letting loose energetic jumpy ones in their home all the time, forcing them to hold puppies, and not caring at all to train their mass of dogs.
Acrophobia: Fear of Heights
Whumper's place happens to be very high up. In order to escape Whumpee needs to face their fear of heights. In the middle of an escape attempt, they find themselves shut down, sunken low to the floor, awaiting Whumper to come pick them up and return them.
Critically injured Whumpee needs to be airlifted somewhere. They're actively swearing they'll never forgive Caretaker.
Everything swaying, as Whumpee quickly turns dizzy, unable to take their eyes off the ground so far below them. They begin to topple sideways, and Caretaker nearly jumps to catch them.
Whumper holding a weapon to whumpee's throat as they dangle over an edge, promising whumpee if they pull themselves up they're whumper's
✨️Fall Damage✨️
Trypanophobia: Fear of Needles
Whumper taunting Whumpee with the end of a syringe, never letting them know when they're planning to plunge the pointed into their skin.
Caretaker having no choice but to force an IV into Whumpee's arms. They know Whumpee will likely never forgive them.
Everything hurts, and Whumpee is no longer able to bear the pain. The only thing that Caretaker has to alleviate the pain is drugs that have to be administered through needles.
Caretaker rescuing Whumpee, noticing welts and heavy bruising surrounded puffy dots where needles were inserted. All they can do is imagine what hell unconscious Whumpee went through as they carry them to safety.
Whumpee's eyes fluttering open, only to suddenly widen as soon as they notice the IV in their arm.
Lets Get Food Chapter 2
A brothers best friend fic with Asher x darlin fic and angst
2385 words
id still say this is Pg 13 because it has heavy adult topics but i would not consider it descriptive. I try to be clear with my trigger warning so if you think I should raise my rating or add to the trigger warnings let me know
Tw for this chapter: Extreme exhaustion caused by blood loss, vampire feeding, mentions of rough sex, mentions of sleeping around, scars caused by rough sex, mentions of choking, mention of claustrophobia, mentions of non-consensual choking
i highly appreciate criticism on my writing ,spelling, grammar and story telling. Positive and constructive , so let me know what you think and i hope y'all enjoy : )
tagging @achios @professionallyyappinabtangst
The address attached was familiar.
Asher didn't know why at first, and he was hoping it wasn't someone he knew.
The whole drive, he pondered why he knew this address.
Even after parking and looking out at the place, nothing came to mind.
Until he messaged Darlin, he had arrived.
This is the same place he picked them up last time.
Which had never happened.
There were some places, or people, that they visited more than once, but never in a row.
This one was different.
Asher's mood took a fast dive.
But he didn't have time to think about it as Darlin was pulling on the locked door.
Taking a deep breath and putting on a smile as he unlocked the door
“Took you long enough.”
Darlin's tone made it seem like they had plenty of energy.
But Asher knew to look for other signs.
The shaky hands
Paler skin
The way their face looked like it had no muscles
The heavy breathing
The blinks that were closer to short naps
And of course the marked neck
Normally, Darlin hides a few symptoms at a time.
Today they had all of them.
Once the car door was closed and Darlin was safe in Asher's care, they let the exhaustion take over.
As sometimes needed, Ash leaned over to buckle Darlin in.
The smell of another empowered was strong.
It was abnormal.
Even with the activity and proximity of Darlin and their midnight friends. The scent was never this strong.
Whoever lived in that house wanted Darlin to smell like them.
And Asher had a feeling Darlin wasn't aware of it.
When he finished buckling Darlin in, he pulled up to see the marks on their necks.
It wasn't strange to see the marks; it was actually more weird if they didn't have marks.
But this person
They didn't leave anything to the imagination.
Asher knew Darlin liked it on the rough side.
Just from what he'd seen on their skin and the stories they shared
But this was still something different.
Extreme
There were more bites than needed.
If he didn't know better, he'd assume there was more than one vampire.
then The hickeys
It was hard to tell what was a hickey and what was a bruise.
That was what concerned Asher the most.
The finger bruises that indicated they'd been choked
Darlin was claustrophobic
Darlin doesn't like being trapped.
So it would make sense that Darlin doesn't like being choked.
“Would you stop staring?”
Their eyes weren't even open, but they could feel the intense eyes of Asher.
“Sorry”
He should have left it at that, but he couldn't.
“It's just that you have bruises from being choked.”
Keeping still and with their eyes closed, they replied
“Yeah, that happens when you get choked.”
They were clearly annoyed, but it wasn't enough warning for Asher.
“I know I just sort of thought.”
Then they snapped, at least with their voice, the rest of their body still resting.
“Ash, leave it be. Just drive.”
He whispers a sorry as he starts to drive aimlessly.
Typically that was the plan—drive around till Darlin chose the food that spoke to them.
Asher drove around longer than normal. Darlin kept dozing off, but Asher felt like sleeping after that much blood loss, so he kept shaking them awake.
Eventually, Darlin was able to stay up without Asher's help.
A few minutes later, Darlin said Taco Bell was the place to go today.
When Asher parked, Darlin was still pretty woozy.
“Where’s my sweater?”
Darlin kept an extra sweater in Ash's car, a hooded one to help hide their neck.
They moved their hands around searching with as much strength as they had.
“I've got it, Darlin.”
Then they giggled as Asher reached in the back for the sweater.
He almost didn't believe his ears.
He hadn't heard that laugh in years.
“What's so funny?”
They giggled more.
“That name, it makes me all silly.”
Ash was quite close to their ear when he said it again.
“Darlin”
Darlin closed their eyes, enjoying the sound and the way they could hear that grin.
When they opened their eyes again, Ash was no longer in the car.
He was opening the passenger door, unbuckling them.
They look at him.
Asher felt like a knight in shining armor with the way Darlin's eyes sparkled. At him
He helped Darlin out of the car.
When they got their own standing, Ash unfolded their sweater.
“Can I?”
Ash asked as he presented the sweater.
Darlin nodded and lifted their arms.
Asher pulled the sweater over them, covering the scent the vampire left.
Darlin smelled like them again.
They went into the lobby and ordered their food.
Asher ordered it all, making sure to order 3 times the amount Darlin would typically eat.
He always ordered twice, but he felt today they'd need more.
Darlin stayed silent for the whole thing; they just kept their heads down and ate.
It was around 3 when they finished eating.
Darlin was still clearly worn out.
“I'm going to be honest with you. There's no way we walk in, and David doesn't know something up.”
Darlin's face agreed.
“Maybe, I mean you could stay at my place for the night. Will can tell David we're going to the club. And then later we'll text him that we're too messed up to get to his place, a perfect excuse for us to sleep at my place. Oh, and I've got that whole room for you since Milo moved out.”
Asher was a little excited.
Darlin thought it was cute and mustered up a smile and nod.
And they were off to Ashers.
When they got there, Asher found some clothes for Darlin.
Once changed, Darlin took a nap, which helped them regain a lot of their energy.
While Darlin napped Asher to tidy the place up. His mom always taught him to have a place nice for guests, and he thought Darlin deserved that.
He also found some fuzzy blankets and nice pillows for Darlin, who fell asleep before he could get them anything.
When they woke up, they strolled out to the couch, grabbed one of the fuzzy blankets, and turned the TV on. They wanted to do something with practically no effort.
When Asher finished the dishes, he joined them.
If you could call it that, as he was seated 5 feet away.
They picked a movie and started watching
Asher even made popcorn for Darlin.
He wasn't a fan.
He has no idea why he even had popcorn in his apartment.
As they were watching TV, Asher's eyes gravitated to Darlin's face.
It's amazing what random colors can do.
The way the movie lights cast on their skin.
It was mesmerizing.
At some point, his eyes drifted down to their neck.
He now realized that the shirt he gave them had a wide collar, leaving Darlin's neck very exposed.
And even in the strange light, the marks and brushes on their skin burned in Asher's eyes.
Just as his eyes burned them
They could feel his eyes on them; it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling; people used their eyes to judge them all the time.
It was unfamiliar to know those eyes belonged to Asher.
Asher was the one person they felt would never judge them.
With all that they've told him, he never made them feel wrong.
The most he'd do was cation them without judgment, which was a popular combo.
So feeling those eyes bare into their skin hurt more than ever.
And they weren't known for running away from pain.
“I can feel you staring at my neck.”
Asher choked at nothing, and as much as he knew he should look away, he couldn't.
“I'm—it's just the choke marks.”
Ash explained
“I thought we talked about this.”
Darlin said, but they weren't upset, so safely Asher continued.
“Well, I guess you just never mentioned you liked that stuff.”
Darlin stared at Asher.
He was the one feeling judged now.
making him talk more
“Well, you've been claustrophobic for as long as I've known you; choking seems like it'd be triggering. And like I said, I just didn't know you were into it.”
Not upset but also done with the conversation, Darlin throws a popcorn kernel at him.
“Well, you wouldn't know, because we've never slept together.”
A smirk was on their lips; their eyebrows were up.
Everything said, 'Let's change that.'
Except for their eyes
Hollow
If they let him look longer, he might find fear.
Fear that he realizes he was right
They didn't like being choked.
But it didn't matter; it already happened.
Asher looked into their eyes, Darlin turned away.
They sat and finished the movie.
Asher watched Darlin breathe throughout the rest of it.
Their breathing was only explained as being on the brink of panic.
But he didn't know what to do.
So when they got up to head to bed, he did nothing.
In the morning, Asher got up before Darlin.
Maybe he'd try making them breakfast.
Bad
Very bad idea.
Smoke was the smell that woke Darlin.
It wasn't enough to worry about a fire, but enough to check what was going on.
Emerging from the room, they stood in the open living room staring at a panicked Asher, trying, rushing a pan of, well, Darlin couldn't tell, but he took it to the sink, turning the Faust on before Darlin could stop him.
“What the fuck, Asher?”
He hadn't realized they had seen that.
He looked and smiled at them.
That damn smile
Everyone always said his smile was his best feature.
They weren't wrong.
Darlin walked into the kitchen, grabbed a towel, and turned the water off.
They opened a window and started fanning the pan.
“Go open more windows.”
They instructed Asher, laughing to themselves. Everyone knows Asher can't cook, so why did he even try?
When Asher returned, Darlin scolded him.
“Unless it's an active fire and not a grease fire. You don't need to put it under water, because now your place is full of even more smoke.”
He listened intently, probably because it was Darlin, which he preferred. Being scolded by Darlin over David any day
“Got it. But what's a grease fire?”
Darlin closed their eyes, needing Second to deal with him.
It was even harder because he was so honest and so cute.
Like a golden retriever
They wondered if maybe his relatives were dog-shifter golden retrievers.
After cleaning up and giving Asher a detailed guide on dealing with various fires, the two head out, first for food, then back to David's. Darlin lived there; it was David's place; Darlin didn't pay anything, and David was pretty cool for that.
They parked in the driveway, and Asher moved to get out, but Darlin grabbed his hand.
“These marks are still way too visible.”
They looked at the passenger mirror.
“Even with the hoodie.”
Worry was written all over their faces.
They couldn't find a solution and were actively getting worse.
Asher put his hand on their shoulder before flipping up the mirror.
“I've got it. I'll distract David; you'll rush to your room and apply some makeup; he'll never know.”
And once again, he smiled
There must be a calming agent in his smile because, with that simple plan, Darlin was calm and ready to face David.
Darlin put their hoodie up while Asher held the fast food bag; David couldn't stand it, and that was the distraction.
The two entered, and David was right at the door, probably about to go out.
Asher walked straight to him, holding the bag out to him.
David tried to talk to Darlin, but they were able to get past him as Asher lightly shoved the bag into David's chest.
“Hey buddy, I got you some breakfast.”
Instantly, David was distracted.
“This is not breakfast, Asher. Not to mention the fact that it's 11 am.”
Asher put on a puzzled face.
“so??”
David took a breath and sighed before answering.
“Breathing is a meal you have in the morning.”
“But it's 11 am before 12, making it the morning.”
David couldn't argue that even though 6 am was his breakfast time.
Asher was still holding the bag.
“Come on, David, I bought you food; the nice thing for you to do is at least put it in the fridge.”
David's stoic face stared at Asher's before he took the bag and walked to the kitchen.
As David did so, Asher's phone buzzed, a message from Darlin that his help was no longer needed.
David came out of the kitchen.
“Ash, I'm headed to the gym if you want to join me.”
“I don't have any plans for the day, so yeah, let's go.”
Then they stood there, both wondering why the other hadn't moved. David figured it out.
“Ash, your car is blocking mine.”
“Oh yeah, don't worry, I'll move it.”
Ash left to move his car as Darlin came back out.
Head toward the kitchen.
David called out to them
“Tank, would you grab me water from the fridge?”
Tank moved to do as he asked.
Opening the fridge, grabbing a bottle, and tossing it to him
“You got it, man. But David, why is there a bag of trash in the fridge?”
David came closer.
“What bag of trash?”
“This one”
They lifted the fast food bag out, the one David just put in there.
“What do you mean, 'a bag of trash?’ Are you making a joke about how bad fast food is?”
Darlin laughs as they open the bag.
“No, David, it's a literal bag of trash.”
Just as David saw the truth in the bag, Asher re-entered the house.
Though David didn't know yet
“Why would Asher tell me it was food?”
Darlin made a few goofy faces for Asher.
“I don't know David. You know, Asher is a weird guy.”
A gasp is what drew David's attention to Asher.
“I am not weird.”
David was already over this and decided he no longer needed an answer.
“Tank, please think that away, Ash, let's go. For the record, Ash, you're the weirdest guy I know.”
Asher defended himself as the two left the house.
Sirius: Step back , Snivellus! You're making me claustrophobic.
Peter: *whispers* Does that mean, he's afraid of Santa Claus?
Remus: *sighs* No, Peter. That's not what it means.
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SCARY MRI SCANS ARE cuz as a claustrophobic girle I was gonna cry I swear
ALSO halfway through the scan I needed to cough but I couldn’t so I just stayed still with a really funny feeling in my throat
How to Deal with Loneliness, Fears, Phobias, Depression, and Anxiety
By Eli Kittim (Psychologist & Biblical Researcher)
Loneliness, fears, phobias, depression, and anxiety are not so much reactions to real life situations as they are negative maladaptive thinking patterns. The cure or *remedy* lies in exposing the *falsehoods* or *false premises* that create them in the first place, thereby being able to change the negative maladaptive thinking patterns and their associated feelings and emotions. The way to apply this technique is through a process that the Buddhists call “mindfulness.” Christian mystics call it “guarding the heart.”
By constantly paying attention to your mind (i.e. being alert), you grant access to certain thoughts while refusing entry to others. Sometimes you’ll need to question the reliability and authenticity behind the premise of a thought before deciding to accept it as true or discard it as false. With practice, however, you will become successful in removing all forms of anxiety from your life by focusing on the false assumptions behind the negative thinking patterns as well as on the positive things that God has in store for you. 2 Corinthians 10.5 (NIV) explains this technique as follows:
We demolish arguments and every
pretension [or falsehood] that sets itself up
against the knowledge of God [or truth], and
we take captive every thought to make it
obedient to Christ.
Dave Jenkins, the Executive Editor of Theology for Life Magazine, and the Host of the Equipping You in Grace Podcast, put thusly the concept of the guarding of the heart:
For Christians to ‘guard their hearts and
minds’ in Christ Jesus (Philippians 4:7)
means for them to be alert, through Christ's
power and protection, to what enters and
dwells in their hearts, because the Bible
teaches that what we say and do, and who
we become is the result of the state of our
hearts.
To this end, Philippians 4.7 promises God’s protection:
And the peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guard your hearts and
your minds in Christ Jesus.
In order to stay positive and hopeful——in counteracting loneliness, fear, depression, or any other negativity we might have——Paul insists that we should train our minds to entertain only thoughts that are true and beautiful (Philippians 4.8):
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is
true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,
whatever is pure, whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable--if anything is
excellent or praiseworthy--think about such
things.
I'm claustrophobic.
I really want to punch claustro SO BAD
Cramped
pairing: background Scott McCall x Isaac Lahey
warnings: claustrophobia, panic attacks, mentions of feeling nauseous, PTSD, child abuse, mentioned scratching at own skin
a/n: i am on a mission to bring back claustrophobic isaac. this is my first work ever im open to constructive criticism!! ooc? maybe? i have no idea.
word count: 2,040
Isaac has coasted through his time in the pack without his claustrophobia, or its symptoms, being discussed at all. To be fair, there was hardly a lull in monsters-of-the-week to ever walk up to someone like Scott or Stiles and randomly throw out: ‘Hey! Did you know that my father locking me in a freezer in our basement did irreversible and unspeakable damage to my mental and physical health?’ So he wouldn’t say he minded the lack of communication. He preferred no one pry into his weaknesses or his business that they had no interest in knowing about.
However, there were some times where his panic was simply unavoidable.
From experience, Isaac consciously made sure to avoid his claustrophobia getting the best of him, usually stood next to exits or windows in any room he’s in. He’s not too fond of the unknown.
So when Scott suggested taking a day-trip somewhere after the insane, durach-filled month they had, Isaac reveled in the idea of a break and eagerly agreed.
“Where do you want to go?” Scott asked Isaac one afternoon, spread out on the couch.
“I haven’t exactly ventured outside of Beacon Hills so I wouldn’t even begin to know where to go,” Isaac replied from the other couch, half-asleep. With no threat looming overhead, Isaac hadn’t been as distracted, meaning that his nightmares had come back full force. He tried to keep himself awake to avoid the flashbacks he’d rather forget, but it was only delaying the inevitable. He’d rather not have indulged anyone else with his issues because it’s his burden to bear, and he’s almost positive that Scott couldn’t care less about his personal problems when he had a whole town to protect.
“We could always borrow Roscoe and drive down to the beach. I could use some time outside,” Scott replied after a beat, thinking.
“How far away is the beach?” Isaac asked, unfamiliar with any nearby beaches.
“Um probably about an hour and a half?” Scott guessed.
“That’s fine with me, but don’t expect me to go splashing around in the water like a dog.” Isaac crossed his arms and glanced over to Scott.
Scott laughed, rolled his eyes, and said “we’ll leave tomorrow morning” definitively.
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That night Isaac was able to catch thirty minutes of sleep until he was plagued with images of bleeding nails, metal chains, and impeding darkness before he startled awake. He decided it was a lost cause and tiptoed downstairs to grab himself a glass of water as he tried not to disturb Scott or Melissa. He returned to the McCall guest bedroom and settled on chipping away at his mountain of late work for school.
The night prior Isaac and Scott agreed on leaving at nine o’clock in the morning, so as the clock struck eight Isaac packed up his school work, hopped in the shower, and threw on some athletic shorts that could pass as swim trunks. As he left his room to head to the kitchen and find breakfast, Scott stepped out into the hallway and gave Isaac a small smile in greeting.
If Isaac’s gaze lingered on Scott’s bare chest, no one was there to witness it.
They both ate breakfast while talking about their plans for the day. Scott wanted float in the ocean and relax while Isaac wanted nothing more than to lay on the sand and read whatever crappy books the McCall’s had tucked away in their guest bedroom bookshelf. He needed a good distraction.
As they gathered the needed towels, sunscreen, and other beach items, Isaac began packing Stiles’ jeep that he had left outside Scott’s house the night before. But not without an intimidating threat of death if anything were to happen to it.
After a heated argument about who should get the aux, Scott was playing his music and they were off.
Isaac loved scenic car rides. He loved looking at the trees, houses, people, and anything that caught his eye. He leaned his head against the window and silently tried to fight sleep but eventually dozed off with the roaring of the engine and the rocking of the car acting as a lullaby.
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Isaac slowly regained consciousness, unaware of his surroundings nor how long he had been out for. The first thing he had registered when he woke up was the car right in front of them. He tried to put the confusing, weird feeling that washed over him aside and turned to ask Scott how long he had been asleep.
"About half an hour. We were driving pretty smoothly until we hit the morning rush." he answered. He spared a glance at Isaac and saw the confused look adorning his face. "What's wrong, dude?"
Isaac whipped his head up to look at Scott and offered him a tight smile. "Nothing, just a little tired. I'm fine."
Isaac knew Scott could tell he was lying, but dropped in favor of looking at the road.
As he got a hold of his bearings, Isaac realized that they were sitting in the middle of bumper-to-bumper traffic. He tried to discreetly glance behind the Jeep, to the left, to the right, and ahead without alerting Scott, but a feeling of panic rose in his chest. There was maybe five feet of space between Stiles' car and others at all times.
Isaac began to understand what was wrong with him.
His heart started beating faster and his breathing started to quicken. He attempted to focus on anything else, the radio, the honking in the distance, even Scott, but nothing was working. His anxiety began to rise, and with it, the desperation to get the hell out of the car and off the highway.
Scott let out a frustrated groan, unaware of what was happening in the seat next to him. "We're stuck in here. The people ahead of us won't move," he said, his hand came down on the top of the steering wheel to emphasize his point. Scott turned to look at Isaac and saw that he was slumped over in his seat. Isaac yanked at his seatbelt with one hand, fully shifted, and clawed at the door of the Jeep with the other.
He was officially freaking out.
His exhaustion, bottled up emotions, and PTSD were all fighting a losing battle in his head. Usually simple things like traffic wouldn't set him into a panic attack, but it seemed all forces were working against him. His seatbelt felt like it was suffocating him, the walls of the Jeep were smaller than he remembered, and his werewolf senses were dialed up to ten.
Isaac stopped clawing at the door and frantically looked around the car to find anything that could help put him at ease, but came up short. The cars that surrounded the Jeep started getting closer and closer and Isaac started to use his free hand to claw at his chest, willing his heart and lungs to slow down.
However, before he could do any real damage, he felt his wrist being yanked away from his skin. More terror coursed through him at the confining grip until he realized that it was Scott holding him. His eyes found Scott's and Isaac let out a small, barely audible whimper.
Scott, however, heard it and jumped to do something to help Isaac. They wouldn't get anywhere if they stayed on the highway where Scott had to split his attention between Isaac and the road, so Scott shifted his hand to hold Isaac's as he moved to pull off the closest exit. In about five minutes, they were parked in the nearest diner and the driver's side door was thrown open.
Isaac's state had not improved in those five minutes. He was in dizzying state between reality and that damn freezer. His surroundings were disorienting and he couldn't make out what was real and what his panic-ridden brain was feeding to him. The only thing he could feel was the cold hand that once held Scott's.
He distantly heard the sound of the passenger door being thrown open and his seatbelt unbuckled. Suddenly, someone's hands were on his face as they said his name over and over again.
Isaac's brain cleared enough to register that Scott kneeled in front of him, hands on his cheeks, and repeated his name in hopes of garnering his attention.
Isaac locked eyes with Scott. Before Scott could acknowledge what was happening, Isaac threw himself out of the car and ran to the middle of the deserted parking lot. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the bile creeping up his throat to return from where it came. The next time he opened his eyes he took a deep, albeit stuttered, breath and looked around. The only person he could see was Scott and the closest object to him was at least fifty feet away.
He collapsed on the concrete and spread his arms and legs out as far as they went. Scott slowly made his way to Isaac, sitting on the ground next to him, but allowing him space.
The pair sat in silence for a while, the seconds ticking by as Isaac closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths.
Isaac was the first one to break the silence and turned his head towards Scott.
"I used to be in that freezer until I no longer knew what day it was." Isaac closed his eyes and took another steadying breath. "It didn't matter what I did, because to him, I always deserved it. I thought that by becoming a werewolf all these stupid feelings in me would have stopped. It only made it worse." Isaac talked slowly as he came to terms with his situation alongside Scott. "I don't remember how it started, but I remember every single time. I remember the bandages I wore on my fingernails because I pried them all off at some point or another. I remember the hours convincing myself that I deserved every second I spent in that fucking freezer. I remember the sound of my Dad coming down the basement steps, praying that he was going to let me out before he turned around and went right back up the stairs. I remember him letting me out of that box and hugging me tight, convincing me that he loved me and only wanted the best for me. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time it worked. I didn't know how to run away. I didn't know how to leave because he was all I had. I stayed because I was scared he was all I'd ever have. I didn't want to take the chance that he was right. That I'd be nothing without him."
After Isaac's confession they sat in silence. Isaac eventually sat up to match Scott's position.
"I- I don't know what to say." Scott confessed.
"It's alright," Isaac reassured, "I thought you deserved an explanation in exchange for dealing with me," he breathed out.
"God, Isaac, you don't owe me anything. Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, I could have helped you!"
"It didn't matter earlier. What were you going to do, add my shit on top of the shit you already had to deal with?"
"Of course it matters that you're dealing with this! And alone?" Scott emphasized before taking a deep breath, "I'm not really good at giving words of wisdom, or any advice really, but I'm here, always. I know it sounds hollow, but I'm around whenever you need to talk or rant or, who knows, punch. You don't have to keep going through this alone. That's what a pack is for." Scott reached his hand over to the boy's and clasped it around Isaac's.
Isaac lifted his eyes to meet Scott's and squeezed the his hand in lieu of thanking him, not knowing if he had the capacity to talk yet.
"You hungry?" Scott asked after a while. He released Isaac's hand and got up off the cement, reaching his hand out to help the other boy up.
"Is this place even running?" Isaac asked disgusted, looking at the not-so-nice exterior of the run-down diner.
"Only one way to find out!" Scott shouted, already on his way inside.
I have claustrophobia, tought it got a bit better over time. Still uncomfortable underground and in elevator, but rarely panic now. And agoraphobia. I'm terrified of being in massive space with little waypoint. Space film or thing happening in midle of sea with no lands in sight is terrifying for me. Also, crowded place can send me in panic. Not always, but definitely had panic attack a few times.
i have two phobias and idk i dont see many people talking about phobias despite them being fairly common in my experience.
i have pyrophobia (fire) and turophobia (cheese)
also please dont be rude in the notes of this post ok?
Hey does anyone else remember when the Sonic Boom comics pretty much canon confirmed that Sonic has claustrophobia and ADHD and can’t handle not being able to move or be in small spaces because I sure do
Today I took my cat to the vet
So I took my cat to the vet since she needed to get her shots and she needed to get shaved (if we don't get her shaved she will get sick) and when we put her in her cage and my mom was driving she was basically having a panic attack. She was even hyperventilating. But the thing is she is not scared of the vet, she is claustrophobic. So when we picked her up from the vet we just wrapped her up in a blanket and I held her. The whole ride home she was perfectly fine and almost fell asleep in my arms.
SUBLIME CINEMA #451 - THE DESCENT
One of the (very few) horror movies that actually scared me - in the theater no less - it adheres to some fundamental rules about the genre. The first is that claustrophobic places absolutely are not where anybody wants to end up. The second is that what you don’t see is sometimes scarier than what you see. The third is that suspense and ratcheting tension is often scarier than the surprise itself. The fourth is that developing character and investing in them does actually matter, compared to whack-a-mole horror films that play more like a game of elimination. The movie adheres to rules, and then continues to work so well even when it starts to turn against them.
I still love it, all these years later, and I count it one of the best horror movies of all time.
