#also idk why i made brandon kinda claustrophobic for this??

[trapboysbunny]

⎼ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡᴇʟʟ; ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ

genre: fluff

cw: fear, claustrophobia, paranormal activity, awkward/compromising situations?, mentions of food, established friendship, slight ooc warning, not proofread

a/n: can be read as platonic or romantic. sorry this is kind of super late but this one shot is for @elarasstardust​! hope you enjoy and that i did it justice! it’s kind of trash bc i haven’t written in a while but i really tried. i hope you like it! also please forgive any misspelling/gramma mistakes; it’s like 3am and i’m a lil tipsy :/

additionally, this one shot was inspired by the events from this video on the TFIL youtube channel

it was no secret that neither of you had really been looking forward to your overnight at the conjuring house. on the way there, crammed into the back seat of the car with corbin and evan, the two of you made a pact: the two of you were in this together. both of you being frightened easily, you promised to always stick together.

so far, you’d done a pretty good job. the two of you had stuck right with one another throughout the house tour and the entirety of the cemetery expedition, arm in arm or pinkies linked or anxiously clinging to the other’s pocket. sure, the rest of the group poled fun at the two of you every now and then for being such scaredy cats, but neither of you paid them any mind.

it had honestly been pretty smooth sailing for the first few hours; a guided tour and a spontaneous adventure that no one really wanted to participate in was pretty run of the mill for tfil. everything had actually been going really great. until elton decided that you all should play hide and clap to pass the time. “i don’t know about this one,” you laughed nervously, leaning into brandon’s side.

elton snickered, grinning at you before turning back to the camera. “and if you don’t find everyone in a five minute period,” he added, smiling giddily as the rest of the group groaned at whatever was to come. “those people who do not find everyone... will go down into the well.”

“dude,” brandon protested, squeezing you a little closer to his side.

“elton-” you began, unsure. one look from the bearded man had you snapping your mouth shut, carefully reconsidering your words. you frowned. “i didn’t sign up for this.”

“actually, you did,” elton replied lightly, turning to smile at you.

“it’ll be okay,” brandon whispered, rubbing your shoulder. “we’re in this together, remember?” something about the way he said it told you that he was saying is for your comfort in addition to his own.

after a few minutes of convincing, the group began to shake on it, officiating the deal. your turn came and elton extended his hand to you. reaching out, you hesitated, turning to brandon. are you sure? with a single nod, it had been decided. you sighed, shaking elton’s hand and pretending not to notice the way his near-sinister smile grew just the smallest bit. “fine. deal,” you agreed begrudgingly.

“pleasure doing business with you,” elton grinned before turning back to the camera to continue his explanation.

“idiot,” you grumbled, flicking brandon in the side and trying not to laugh when he hissed at the sensation. “you better win.”

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a little less than two hours later, all six rounds of hide and clap were over and brandon had, unsurprisingly, not won. unfortunately, this meant that you had to find a way to throw your round as well. in the end, you played it off as carrying on a bit for too long, and thank god these boys were dense enough to believe you. now, said boys were giddily guiding the both of you down to the hole - or, rather, well - that the two of you would be staying in as punishment. “well, well, well, you two,” elton started curtly, clasping his hands together and trying not to look too proud of his pun. “get in the well.”

“haha, very funny,” brandon replied sarcastically despite the tiny smile on his face.

you and brandon shared a look, pinkies already linked. “do you want me to go in first?” you asked, taking a step forward.

brandon shook his head and huffed, letting your pinky go. you knew him well enough to recognize that he wasn’t frustrated with you, and that eased your anxiety a little. “no, i’ll go in first. that way you can get out first if you need to,” he replied breathily, beginning the process of lowering himself into the hole.

“okay.” you nodded, smiling gratefully as you moved to squat down beside the well. “it’s just a well, brandon,” you assured him. he hummed in response, lowering himself in up to his shoulders.

“yeah, a well in the basement of an extremely haunted house,” the leader of the group teased cheekily.

“elton,” you warned, and the bearded man raised his hands in defense.

turning to brandon, the two of you shared a look and took a deep breath together. “okay,” brandon mumbled, lowering himself further into the well. “it’s just a well.”

“that’s right,” you affirmed, reaching down to pat his head. once he had settled and found good footholds, he flashed an anxious smile. “you ready to come down?”

you sighed, scrunching up your nose at the thought. “ready as i’ll ever be,” you muttered, beginning to lower yourself down as well.

“c’mere, i’ve got you.” grabbing your hands, brandon helped you shimmy down into the well and settle against the wall opposite of him. once you had stopped fidgeting and he seemed satisfied with your position, brandon smiled at you. “comfy?”

you snorted at the comment. “oh, so comfy,” you teased lightly before sobering up. “yeah, i’m good, brandon. thank you.”

“no problem,” he chuckled.

both of you jumped at the sound of a board being placed over the mouth of the well. “bye guys!” elton sang as he dragged something else to rest on top of the boards.

“fuck,” brandon chanted, head leaning back against the stone.

“hey, it’s only a few minutes. you can last just a few minutes, can’t you,” you teased.

“i can, i just don’t like being down here,” he justified.

“don’t worry about it,” you whispered, messing with his beanie to distract him a little. “we’re in this together, remember?”

“i remember,” he assured you.

a strange silence settled between you both and it was only then that you noticed the position you were in. brandon was leaning against one side of the well, his footholds on the other to keep him properly balanced. you, on the other hand, were leaning on the wall across from brandon, legs splayed out aon either side of his waist while your knees and the toes of your sneakers dug into the bricks. “i’m sitting in your lap-” you blurted abruptly.

brandon laughed at the suddenness. “yeah, kind of.”

“sorry, i didn’t want to step on your toes-” you tried to explain, but he waved you off through the darkness.

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“okay.” you nodded awkwardly, trying to make out his silhouette through the inky black.

“if there’s anyone in the well with brandon-” elton started asking loudly and, despite not being able to see each other through the darkness, both your heads snapped up instinctively to look at one another.

“dude, no,” brandon protested, beginning to panic a little.

“hey, no. hey, hey, hey, listen to me, dumbass,” you snapped, trying to jar him just enough to get his attention.

“what-” he blurted, confused.

good, it worked. “listen to me, okay? fuck whatever elton’s saying, just listen to me.” you cupped his face and pulled him towards you, close enough for your foreheads to almost be touching.

“o-okay,” brandon agreed, making an obvious effort to pay attention to you rather than elton.

“are you excited for breakfast in the morning?” you asked, leaning back a bit. sure, it was an odd and borderline irrelevant, but it was the first thing that came to mind and there was no room for silence between the two of you right now.

brandon made to cock his head, but the gesture was obstructed by the way you cupped his cheeks. “i mean, not really,” he answered, still confused. “it’s just gonna be a normal breakfast.”

“what if i got you whatever you wanted? you could get french toast, waffles, bacon - whatever you want,” you negotiated.

“okay, then i would be looking forward to it,” he laughed breathily.

“good.” you smiled into the darkness, pinching his cheeks playfully.

unfortunately, brandon caught the tail-end of whatever elton had chosen to say at that very moment, head snapping up and nearly headbutting you in the process. “no no no-” he started, hands coming up to grasp your forearms.

“hey, no- look at me-” this time with more care, you pulled him back down so that both of your foreheads were leaning against one another. you couldn’t lie to yourself; all the activity happening aboveground was scaring the shit out of you too. despite the circumstances, you would sure as hell put your energy into keeping brandon from freaking out.

brandon hummed shakily in response, eyes fluttering shut. trying desperately to ground himself somehow, he leaned into your touch, the only thing he could really count on right now.

“you’ve got it; you’re doing great, bran. you only have a few more minutes left - that’s practically nothing! you’re doing great,” you encouraged sweetly, trying to chip away at some of the fear hammering in brandon’s chest. “wanna take a deep breath with me?”

“yes, please,” came his reply, barely audible over the commotion occurring just a few feet above your heads.

“okay, breathe in,” you instructed, inhaling loudly through your nose. brandon followed, lungs expanding with the intake of air as his fingers tapped anxiously against your wrists. “and breathe out.” the both of you exhaled in sync, breath fanning across one another’s faces and dusting your cheeks as you realized your proximity. “okay?”

brandon nodded awkwardly against you, taking another deep breath. “okay”

there was a beat of silence before either of you spoke again, just trying to focus on breathing. then there was you, pulling him back to reality as you drew circled into his cheeks with your thumbs. he huffed out hot air through his nose, the warmth traveling all the way down to your elbows. “breakfast tomorrow, remember?” you prodded, playfulling knocking your forehead against his. “it’ll be great.”

brandon laughed to himself at that. “i’m sure it will be.”

yet another moment of silence and, regardless of everything happening around you, you were both feeling pretty content with each other. until elton decided that it would be a funny idea to stop on the boards a few feet above your heads. needless to say, you both jumped at the noise. “what the fuck, elton?!” you yelled, arms now resting on brandon’s shoulders.

“oh, y/n,” elton sang in a way that made your blood run cold.

“what?” you hollered in response, digging the toes of your shoes into the wall a little more so that you could lean up. if he was planning on torturing you more, you at least wanted to know your fate.

“i think the ghost wants to come down to meet you guys,” he cackled, the sole of his shoe blocking out the light from a few cracks in the board.

craning your neck, you leaned up as far as you could manage, listening intently to what was happening aboveground. you realized with concern that the room was completely silent save for the spirit box. and the pounding footsteps on the main floor. “oh shit-” you hissed, almost panicking.

“what?” brandon asked nervously, reaching for your arm.

“uhm.” you lowered yourself back to your previous position, trying to figure out how to explain quickly. “so, basically - don’t freak out - there are footsteps on the main floor of the house and they sound like they’re going towards the stairs to the basement-”

“what-” he blurted, straining to hear anything he could from aboveground. surely enough, he could hear footsteps approaching the staircase to the basement. “nope.”

“you wanna get out?” you asked, breath picking up. “because i don’t know about you, brandon, but i kinda wanna get out of here.”

“hell yes i wanna get out.”

“okay okay,” you muttered, leaning up again. “elton we’re ready to come out now!”

“but you guys still have a few more minutes left,” elton teased, one foot still on the board. listening closely, you could hear the spirit had begun descending the staircase, the boards rattling with every step.

“let us the fuck out of here, elton!” you yelled, leaning up and using all of your will to push the floorboard covering the mouth of the well a good foot into the air.

“okay, okay,” elton chuckled, making a vain effort to hide his wounded pride.

“jesus fuck- thanks, i guess,” you muttered, planting your palms on the rim of the well and hoisting yourself up. corbin, being the gentleman he is, moved forward to help you clamber out of the well. as soon as you were out, you turned around and helped brandon climb up as he scrambled out after you, tumbling onto the floor beside you.

elton nearly keeled over, howling in laughter as he watched the two of you lying there, panting. thankfully the footsteps had stopped, so you only had one monster to deal with.

brandon turned to you, cheeks red and sweaty from exertion. “you know, maybe i should make elton pay for my breakfast instead of you. i think he owes me for this one.”

“that’s not such a bad idea.”