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content & warnings: fem!reader, karina is completely ooc lmao, drug consumption, kinda focuses more on reiner x jean this chapter, masturbation (m.), voyeurism

author’s note: i did not abandon this series i promise 😞 i really do have it planned out but i suppose i lost motivation due to the drama last month and lack of feedback. but hey! here we go. mdni banner credits to @/cafekitsune

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A soul-crushing flight that left some sort of crick in your neck that no matter how much you moved and stretched would not go away.

And a cranky Jean Kirstein who for some reason brought his aged and yellow-paged, cracked spine Lord of the Flies copy from middle school.

You remember when he made you get a copy of the book from the library since he adored it and you told him it gave you the creeps.

Then he teased you relentlessly about you getting upset about Piggy's death because in Jean's words "He sucked and he deserved to die."

The both of you dragged your luggage into the sprawling mansion, where you were greeted by the butler of the estate.

The butler stopped with your suitcases, leading you down a large hallway.

The regal family crest adorned the entrance as well as the curated collection of ancestral portraits lining the hallways along the winding staircase.

One, in particular, of Reiner's grandfather. He looked just like Reiner. Strong jaw, intense brown eyes with a piercing gaze.

You were astounded by the vastness of the estate. The groomed lawns and grounds stretched as far as you could see.

Stunning gardens full of vivid flowers. Sound of water pouring from the fountain in the centre.

You could see Reiner waiting in the foyer of the estate, causing you to break out into a smile and bound over, throwing your arms around him.

"Rei!" You squealed.

"Hey there, pretty baby." He beamed as he engulfed you into a bear hug, sweeping you off your feet. "You missed me?"

You nodded.

"I'm so pumped to be here!"

Despite your full gaze on Reiner, it was difficult to shake the feeling of Jean burning lasers into the back of your head.

"Yo Horseface!" Reiner chuckled as he let you go, heading towards Jean and giving him a heavy pat on the back, the unexpectedness causing Jean to splutter. "Flight was okay?"

You smiled as you looked up at Reiner. He was in a forest green Lacoste polo shirt with his arms folded, showcasing his perfectly toned biceps and broad chest.

He gave you a wink as he caught you ogling, causing heat to creep up your cheeks.

"Nothin' special." Jean grumbled, wincing at the memory of the baby who was bawling all night. "Got here in one piece, that's all that matters." With a stiff nod.

"I think he's just jet lagged..." You said with an uneasy chuckle.

Suddenly a looming figure emerged from the shadows, a vision of glamour and sophistication. Dressed in luxury clothes that adhered to her surgically enhanced curves. She oozed timeless beauty despite her age.

"Reiner, darling, you didn't tell me you were bringing such a handsome friend home!" Karina purred, her gaze lingering on Jean with unsettling intensity.

"Mother, this is Jean and Y/N. They'll be staying with us for the summer." Reiner said with a smug smile.

Karina's eyes sparkled with a predatory gleam as she stepped closer to Jean, her perfectly manicured hand reaching out to caress his angled jawline.

"You remind me of an old flame of mine, Jean. Such striking features." She murmured, her voice dripping with a honeyed charm.

He gave a bewildered glance at Reiner, who offered no reassurance. His indifference only added to the eerie atmosphere that surrounded them.

"Mother, don't sleep with my friend. I don't need another repeat of last year."

Your eyes widened as you looked at Jean who shared the same sentiment.

A repeat?!

"Oh lighten up, darling. It wasn't my fault little Bertie wanted to keep me company." She said with a wink.

You watched the exchange, your intuition sensing the weird tension between the mother and son. You discreetly nudged Jean, silently urging him to remove himself from Karina's grasp.

Jean couldn't shake the feeling. Karina's advances left him feeling unsettled, and he could not for the life of him stop fidgeting.

You both were shown to your rooms in the large estate, but Jean was being prickly with dry responses. It annoyed you to no end. As the butler took his leave, you immediately ripped into Jean after you shut the door behind you.

"You've been acting like a jerk since we got here!" You fumed.

"Yeah, well what do you expect? You know how I feel about that asshole!"

"So why would you still agree to come along?!"

"What, so you can come back knocked up?"

"What the hell?! Reiner would not knock me up!" You barked as you hurled a cushion at Jean's head, him swiftly dodging it. "He invited us over, the least you can do is try and be fucking polite!"

"Oh please. He invited us here? The only reason he invited you here was that he wanted to plow you into the mattress! And wants to mock me!"

"Mock you?!"

"You know exactly what I mean." He grumbled as he flipped on his side and curled tightly in a ball.

"Now, why the hell are you sulking?" You snickered, amused at the sight of such a large man like Jean acting like a toddler.

"Go away!" He hissed as he buried his head into the pillow.

An idea popped into your head.

He yelped and jumped with a squeal when you lunged at him, beginning to tickle his sides. Rolling around on the bed, attempting to cover his stomach.

"N-Not funny! Get offa me!"

Jean would've rather have died before anybody apart from you knew how deathly ticklish he was.

He tried to grab your wrists in an attempt to stop you, and as he failed miserably, his body jerked about wildly.

Your fingers trailed to his armpits, stomach, chest and torso. His shirt rode up, exposing his happy trail and the taut muscles of his abdomen.

"You can't escape from me!" You grinned as Jean squawked and shrieked like a child, his body twitching from the tickle onslaught.

His mouth was open as he struggled to catch his breath, face reddening as he gasped for air. His face scrunched up as he desperately tried to grab your hands to stop.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" You cooed.

"I said it's n-nothing!" He protested, still wriggling, turning his body, his back now exposed.

He was squirming under your fingers. His breathing fast, sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Look I'll stop!" You said as you quickly withdrew your hands.

Silence hung in the air only accompanied by Jean's labored breathing. It was an awkward position, you were straddling him on the bed as he struggled to meet your eye.

"Now tell me what's wrong." You said, sternly.

"Leave me alone." He murmured, but it was hard to miss the way his voice cracked.

"Jeanbo~."

"Don't call me that." He groaned, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. "Just makes me feel worse."

"Are you worried about your Mom?" You asked, voice tender as you cupped the side of his face and forced him to meet your eyes.

"...Yeah." He said after a little pause.

He knows he can cope. But when she passes, it'll make him spiral. She's all he ever had apart from you. And as much as she insisted on leaving it in the past, it haunts him.

"Come here." You instructed, wrapping your arms around him.

His body relaxed as he leaned his head onto your chest. The sobs came deep within him, wracking his body, he was struggling to find the right words.

"She told you to enjoy your summer." You whispered as you smoothed the back of his hair down. "Try and enjoy this holiday. It's only two weeks for you anyways. Call the hospice when it's evening and be wary of time zones. Okay?" You said, trying to be as reassuring as you could.

He sidled up to you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"We gotta get ready for dinner, y'know." You snickered at his action.

"Don't care." He said lowly, eyes still shut. But he eventually untangled his limbs from yours after your nagging and trudged over to the ornate mirror that was above the chest of drawers.

As he observed the tear tracks down his cheeks, the red swollen eyes, and the red-rimmed nose, he sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his sandy brown tresses.

"Will you stop being so cranky now?"

"Can't guarantee that. What kind of dinner is at 5:55 on the dot? That has to be a bad omen or something."

"Angel numbers will not kill you." You chuckled, relieved Jean was returning to his snarky self.

"Angel numbers...that star sign crap...it's always something with you."

You snickered.

"For me?"

His cheeks were flushed pink, he was trying to be stern but was failing miserably to maintain his composure.

"Yeah. For you..I guess." He said with a bittersweet smile, voice still hoarse from weeping.

You were confused when one of the maids told you to wear a dress. It was a beautiful dress but you had no idea why you couldn't have worn something of your own.

Nevertheless, you didn't put up much of a fight. The dress was one of the most elegant pieces of clothing you'd seen in all your years of living.

Gazing in the mirror after the timid maid exited the room, you marvelled at it.

The bodice seemed tailored to accentuate your curves.

The skirt billowed out from the waist in a cascade of luscious folds, gathering around your feet to form a sweeping train that swept the floor. The endless layers of gathered tulle and silk chiffon adding volume and dimension to the skirt.

You made your way down the stairs where Reiner was in formal wear like you, waiting expectantly.

"You look breathtaking." Reiner smiled as he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The feeling of his lips on your skin sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.

So naive.

That glimmer in your eye is all too familiar. He dangles some attention, vague compliments that could apply to any pretty girl and you fall hook, line and sinker.

You mustered out some words of gratitude. You can't be shy around a man you were so intimate with yet in this setting...being at his family home. You couldn't help but be so anxious.

All the while Jean wanted to stab his eyes out with the fancy silverware as he watched the two of you take seats. He didn't know who he was more angry at. He hated Reiner already but you fawning over that meathead was nauseating.

You met Jean's gaze. He didn't even bother to button up the collar and the bowtie was slung around his neck. From the way he was slouched on his chair, he looked hungover.

Your words went in one ear and out the other. But there was a part of you that couldn't help but smile. Jean was so handsome to you. Even in a dishevelled state.

It was a flurry of staff changing and switching plates. You noticed Karina giving Jean the eye which made him pull a face.

Regardless, she was still somebody's mother. So he braced himself and gave her a pained smile.

Jean stared at the appetiser in front of him.

"What is this supposed to be?"

The butler leaned towards Jean's ear.

"This is a Riesling poached pear salad with Black Forest ham." He responded.

Jean pointed at the garnish, face stuck.

"That is toasted walnuts and crumbled blue cheese, my good Sir."

"Why can't you people eat normal food?" Jean muttered under his breath.

"Jean!" You hissed, frowning at him.

"Ignore him.." You said with an awkward giggle. "We've been living off instant ramen for months."

As you bit the inside of your cheek, it was hard to deny the eerie atmosphere. You figured of course there'd be a strange feeling looming considering the fact this was an estate that survived all the events of history.

If it had been passed down generations, it surely had some ghosts. Just the mere thought of blood spilling on these grounds made a shiver go up your spine.

You quickly recomposed yourself and turned your attention to the fancy food. Jean was right. This was not real food at all.

Reiner and Karina seemed to be discussing things in their mother tongue after she did an interrogation on Jean, chockful of questions that crossed boundaries about his personal life.

"...You don't have to answer them if you don't want to, Jean." You said firmly as you glared at Karina.

Jean was a little relieved at you sticking up for him. It's not as if he was incapable of doing so.

On the contrary, Jean could be as cutting and venomous if he wanted to, however, insulting somebody's mother was not his prerogative.

"It's fine, Y/N. I'm an open book." He chuckled.

"A boring one." Reiner added which earned a glare from Jean and shrieks of laughter from Karina.

"Yo." Reiner called out as he saw Jean staring out the bay window absentmindedly, sat on the plush seating of it.

The rest of the estate had all gone to sleep, it was rather unnerving the deafening silence in the colossal estate.

Jean turned to face Reiner, then gave him a curt nod.

"That's funny. Usually that vein in your forehead starts throbbing if I come anywhere near your vicinity." Reiner chuckled as he folded his arms and leant against the wall.

"Being pissed at one in the morning just makes me look like a dick." Jean muttered as he rubbed his neck.

"You hungry?"

"I ain't eating that rich people crap." Jean said flatly as he turned away to look back out at the pitch black sky.

"Relax." Reiner snorted. "I get it. But if you're hungry, there's a burger joint I think you'd like. Their loaded fries will make you forget hunger is a thing."

"I'm holding you to that. I think my body is still running off those airline salted peanuts." Jean grumbled as he begrudgingly lifted himself off the seat and followed after Reiner as he guided him to the massive parking lot.

“That why you so grumpy?”

“Oh ha ha.”

He shifted his weight on the neatly paved asphalt, the frosty air nipping his skin. The rows of vehicles parked in orderly fashion, each gleaming under the moonlight caused his eyes to widen.

"You driving?" Jean arched his brow as he looked over the Mercedes-Benz S-Class. He knew Reiner's ego was already big, so he bit back to 'sweet ride' that on the tip of his tongue.

"What? You can't drive, Kirstein?" Reiner teased.

"I ain't that confident on foreign roads." Jean shrugged. "It'd probably do some spoiled heir good to be the chauffeur for once."

"And that'd make you a passenger princess, eh?"

"Aren't I pretty?" Jean goaded.

It was merely a joke, but Reiner felt a little taken aback as he looked at Jean. His mouth going dry as he took in Jean's appearance in the quiet hallway.

Jean's sharp, jutting jawline, adorned with a rugged stubble was the first thing he'd noticed when he first set eyes on him during orientation, as well as the way he was one of the few people that were around Reiner's own towering height, Jean just a little more taller by a few more inches.

"Jeez, don't jizz your pants, Braun." Jean said airily as he pulled the car door open. "Pick up your jaw and show me. I don't exactly have high hopes since this is German cuisine.

"Oh, shut your trap." Reiner burst into hysterics. "All those additives in that slop and you think you're some culinary expert."

"Like the pretentious crap your family eat is any better." Jean jabbed, earning a scoff from Reiner.

"Can't argue with you there."

"Is Y/N asleep?" Jean asked as Reiner swapped gears, the gravel driveway crunching beneath his tyres.

"It's cute how you're always mothering her." Reiner chuckled.

"You jealous?"

"Maybe. It'd be nice to experience maternal nagging." Reiner chuckled.

Jean felt a pang in his chest as he remembered his own mother once again. He balled up his fist in his lap, fingers digging into his palm.

The entirety of this stay, he'd been doing his best not to think too much of her. He wanted to respect her wishes but it was just hard to.

"Eh?"

Reiner shrugged as his hands gripped the steering wheel, facing the road as they finally exited the iron gates.

"I barely remember shit about her. She's just my birth giver in a sense."

Heavy silence blanketed the two, practically suffocating.

Reiner cleared his throat.

"Jeez man, I'm sorry. That musta been awkward for you to hear." He said, voice uncharacteristically shaky for him.

Jean swallowed thickly.

"Don't be." He cleared his throat. "I had a gut feeling when the two of you interacted. So, no surprise."

"Y/N told me you were real close with your mom."

Jean let out a sigh as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"She seems to think so. But I was a real piece of shit when I was younger. I'd feel pretty disingenuous if I ran around pretending I was a Mama's boy when I gave her hell most of my life."

"You feel bad, I guess that's gotta count for something." Reiner replied.

"Oh god. The last thing I need is for you of all people to start pitying me." Jean said with a pained laugh as he threw his head back.

"Alright, alright!" Reiner paused to think. "Okay then. You're a piece of shit and your mom deserves better."

"There we go." Jean grinned as he squeezed Reiner's shoulder.

It was strange. Reiner knows he enjoys spending time with you. However, being with Jean was exhilarating.

As Reiner drove down smoothly, the cool night air hit him as he rolled down the window. He and Jean shared occasional bursts of laughter or glances at anecdotes after they stuffed themselves silly.

"Okay, you won me over. The burger place was alright but maybe it's cos that paper mache they put on a plate didn't even make a dent in my hunger."

"That shit was heavy!" Reiner protested. "Maybe you just got a carnivorous appetite."

Reiner Braun wasn't the piece of shit Jean Kirstein thought he was. He was used to the big man on campus. And he would've rather died before admitting it, but deep down he wanted what Reiner had.

The way all the girls on campus fawned over him. The way all the guys wanted to be him. He was a little envious of the way even you had fallen for Reiner.

This massive estate, the adoration from other students when he scored a touchdown. Reiner was the type of guy who'd go down in history. His name would live on whilst Jean would probably remain insignificant.

Reiner knows he shouldn't have done it. But he couldn't help it. The way Jean was looking at him whilst he was lost in the middle of a train of thought, it made sense. The moment Jean froze as their lips met, he was regretting it.

"I'm-"

Jean grabbed the sides of Reiner's face, crushing his lips against him and the two began to move in sync, tasting each other.

Jean let the kiss linger for a moment.

Reiner tentatively slid his tongue between Jean's lips and into his mouth, savoring the taste and texture of his tongue. His breathing quickened, lost in the feeling of their mouths dancing together.

However, the accidental brushing of Reiner's hand against the crotch of Jean's pants emitted a soft gasp from Jean's lips.

Jean's eyes wrenched open, in absolute horror when the reality sunk in. He was making out with Reiner in a car. Just like all the other girls on campus.

Breaking the kiss immediately, Reiner was startled by Jean's reaction.

"Shit..! Sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"The kiss or you groping my dick?!" Jean barked, on edge and flustered as his lips tingled.

"I ain't a creep, I wouldn't do that unless you let me..!" Reiner shot back, paralysed in fear at the idea that he accidentally went too far.

Jean's ground his teeth as he clenched his jaw. He could not believe Reiner had him whimpering in his mouth like a little bitch.

"Just...drive us home and pretend this never happened." Jean settled on, averting his gaze.

A painfully awkward drive back, Jean marched out of the car leaving Reiner alone with his thoughts.

Reiner always had some sort of attraction to Jean. But he figured it was something insignificant in his life. Attractive people are everywhere.

But he doesn't even remember a time where somebody he was sticking his dick in even bothered to talk to him the way Jean did.

Wracked with guilt, Jean's chest caved in. He descended down the winding hallways and headed over to your bedroom.

He let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, comforted at the sight of your figure in the bed.

As he clambered into your bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on the top of your head. It wasn't meant as a romantic or sexual thing.

Even if Jean was a mean kid, whenever the two of you spent the night as youngsters it was something he became accustomed to.

He stopped when you both hit puberty and he began to push you away. But now he needed your comfort more than ever.

"Is that you, Jean..?" You murmured, voice heavy with sleep as you smelt his familiar woody scent.

Jean blinked a few times as he let out a sigh and pulled you close against him.

"Yeah, it's me."

"We haven't hugged like this since middle school.." You giggled as you turned to hug him so the two of you were chest to chest.

His heartbeat quickened as he felt your body pressed against him. Holding you tight, he buried his face into the nape of your neck. Shame still weighing on him.

"Will you always love me?"

"Love you how?" You replied, eyes still shut as you nestled further into his broad chest.

A long pause settled over the two of you.

Jean wanted to say how he truly felt, but the words simply couldn't come out of his mouth.

"Whatever way you may love me, will you always love me?"

"I promise." You murmured as you drifted back to sleep.

Jean was absolutely thrown off when he woke up. The first thing that played in his mind and hit him like a truck was Reiner kissing him.

How the hell did that even happen? He knew good and well he would never in a million years make the first move on Reiner of all people.

He loathed him.

Right?

"She's just my birth giver in a sense."

Jean immediately groaned as he pulled his pillow over his head, and yelled into the mattress, voice muffled.

Why was he feeling sorry for this dickhead?!

And how much of a manwhore was he? How could he like two women at the same time? And then along came stupid Reiner Braun.

Did Reiner even think of how awkward kissing him would've made this trip? It would've been easier if it was just the two of them hating each other's guts and fighting over you.

Now Jean's mind was a whirlwind.

He leaned down to tentatively sniff the pillow you had rested your head. Letting out a sigh of relief as the fabric was still tinged with your shampoo that had an airy floral fragrance.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Reiner called out as Jean approached the both of you in the garden.

Usually Jean liked to apply pomade in his hair but he arrived outside with serious bedhead after a shower.

This entire estate was unnerving him and he had horrid sleep. Tossing and turning, waking up almost every hour. He had no clue what had gotten into him.

He felt slightly relieved to see you, even though you ran off with Reiner this morning.

"Eat shit and die, Reiner." Jean grumbled as he flopped on the deck chair, lowering the sunglasses to obscure his face.

"Hey, Jean. Reiner was just showing me how to throw axes."

"And why on Earth do you need to know how to throw an axe, Xena Warrior Princess?" Jean snorted.

"It's a test of strength." Reiner chuckled as he tossed the mini axe in the air spinning and caught it. "You want a go? You got some guns on you."

You snorted.

Despite Jean making it clear he hated Reiner and did not want to be there, Reiner never shied away from showering Jean with compliments. Which only seemed to piss Jean off even more.

The rest of the day went fairly slow. There wasn't much to do despite the estate being massive. You and Jean received a small tour from Reiner but even he barely knew what all these grand rooms were for.

Jean was a little confused as to why Reiner had returned back to his douchebag self. In the car when he had freaked out, Reiner seemed genuinely apologetic.

Now he was acting as if nothing happened. Nevertheless, if Reiner was going to pretend that it never happened, it worked splendidly for Jean.

How the hell would you have reacted if you found out he kissed Reiner?

Evening fell and Reiner decided to bring the both of you a little outside of the actual mansion.

"We own tonnes of land. Most of it just kinda was just forgotten about." Reiner chuckled.

The heat was a lot more relentless in the evening, prompting the boys to go shirtless with baggy shorts with the material you'd see for swimming.

You had an inkling Reiner wanted something that would look painted on since the man loved to streak whenever there was a party but it wasn't worth the chafing.

"Yeah, totally relatable." Jean snarked as he nudged your shoulder.

Your hands brushed against the tall stalks of grass as you admired the wildflowers. Even though you still couldn't rid the sinister feeling, being in nature soothed you a little.

Reiner laid down and patted the space beside him.

"No way." Jean snorted.

"You're such a spoilsport. What's wrong with laying in the grass?" You shot, as you followed Reiner's instruction and settled down, crossing your legs.

"What if a centipede crawls up my ass?!" Jean barked.

"Just be real cautious." Reiner chuckled as he rested his head on top of his arms. "You been so uptight this whole time. I know just the thing that'll cheer you up!"

Reiner fumbled around the pockets of his shorts and brandished out a packet of tabs.

"No way. I am not dropping acid, are you crazy?!" Jean exclaimed as his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

You were on board for most of Reiner's antics but even this made you a little cautious as you peered at it.

"Oh don't start getting all Mormon on me. I seen you hotboxing enough times at my parties." Reiner chuckled.

"Yeah, some bud! What the hell makes you think I'd jump to acid straight away, you lunatic?!"

"Look, the worst that could happen is a bad trip alright? And if that happens we'll take care of you, right baby?" Reiner grinned as he slapped his hand onto your bare thigh causing you to squeak.

Jean's eyes slit at the interaction.

"Are you taking it?" He questioned you. His sternness made you shrink under his gaze.

The urge to cave in was overwhelming for him.

"...Yeah."

"Fine. But if I start seeing things and freaking out, I expect you to be my anchor because I don't know what the hell I'm doing." Jean muttered.

"Attaboy..." Reiner chuckled, pleased with himself. "Open up."

"You trying to make it weird?" Jean said as he quirked an eyebrow, not exactly scrambling away at the small pill on the pad of Reiner's thumb sliding along Jean’s own tongue.

"Shit was already weird, buddy."

"So...I just swallow?"

Reiner nodded.

"Yup. Just swallow."

"Jeez, get a room." You burst into hysterics.

“If only you knew.” Jean grimaced as that thought flashed through his kind.

The drug ran through everyone's bloodstreams, and the tenseness seemed to fade away. Jean began to doze off onto you.

Reiner couldn't help but notice the worry etched into your features as Jean's head rested on your lap. His breathing was even, and the whites of his eyes were showing as they were half lidded.

"He's fine, okay?" He said in a reassuring tone as he rubbed your shoulder.

"Does it makes you sleepy?" You questioned.

"Depends on the person." Reiner shrugged. "Some get hyper, some get mellow."

There was a twinge of jealousy at how much concern you were showing towards Jean. Or even the fact he wanted Jean on his lap.

He was hurt by Jean acting as if nothing happened last night. But there was no way of addressing it without it being awkward.

What was the end game of it all? The three of you were ensnared in some sort of web of complication. Two guys crushing on a girl isn't hard to understand. But the intentions were muddled.

Reiner sleeps with you. You were doing it out of spite but had a soft spot for Reiner but now Reiner is starting to view Jean in a completely different light. And if it was possible, he wants to continue it.

How would you react if Reiner dropped the bomb he kissed Jean? It'd probably hurt you since he knew you had feelings for Jean and in a way, Reiner convinced you that he was somebody you could rely on.

Sighing, he shook his head. Opting for small talk to distract himself for the conundrum.

"How you likin' everything so far?" Reiner finally asked, in an attempt to move the question away from Jean.

"It's a little fun."

"C'mon, you don't gotta lie to me. Why'd you think I brought guests?"

"Alright, it is kinda boring. But I get it. I'd wanna live somewhere like here. Warm n lotsa grass." You murmured as you basked in the sun rays.

Jean awoke to a start in the pitch black room, practically sinking into the plush mattress. The only light was slivers of moonlight and the shadows of trees rustling, which did little to calm him.

His heart was hammering, and goosebumps and hair had risen all across his arms and legs. When he had swallowed the tab, he remembered being drowsy.

He rememberd resting on your warm and plush thighs. You and Reiner's conversation seemed to be warbled to his ears. His throat was like sandpaper, the only thing on his mind was the thirst.

As he rose up, he immediately let out a deep groan as he clutched his head. The swirling colors and distorted shapes in his vision were making him dizzy and disorientated.

He was still high, it hadn't worn off.

Gripping the bed post, he steadied himself, feet beginning to drag as it took all his might to push the door without losing balance and hurling himself across the wooden planks.

He staggered through the mazelike halls, his footfall booming like distant thunder in the immense emptiness of the mansion.

The sole thought on his mind was how relieved he would be when water slid down his throat, reminiscent of parched riverbed, cracked and barren.

The air was heavy with suffocating silence, broken only by the faint sound of his own ragged breaths echoing through the tremendous halls.

Figures flashed and danced about the edges of his vision, their contorted forms twisting and contorting in a hideous pantomime of insanity, causing him to rush around like a skittish animal.

He froze when he heard water trickling.

The door was slightly ajar and Jean was blasted to the sight of Reiner in the tub. The warm candles glinted off the bathtub's gleaming porcelain surface and gilded clawfoot legs.

His eyes were transfixed onto the scene unfolding in front of him.

The blond's head tilted back as grunts fell from his lips. His hand stroking his shaft. And for some reason, Jean could not look away.

The beads of sweat trickling down Reiner's neck, the deep and guttural grunts from deep within his chest. The sounds caused Jean to fall into a state of confusion.

Why was this making his own cock stir?

He bit his tongue as if to anchor himself. This is creepy. This is wrong.

What would happen if Reiner caught him watching like a creep? If it was before everything, he assumed Reiner was the average neanderthal meathead jock. Probably would've pummelled him.

But this was after. After the heart to heart in the car. After the kiss. He wanted to join. He wasn't sure what had happened but somehow Reiner winked at him and instantly vanished.

Now Jean was on his knees, skin soaked from the left over droplets and suds. Thick, slimy fluids down the drain.

It would quench his thirst, as he lowered his head, tongue gliding across the ceramic surface and the salty remnants of Reiner's lust coated his tongue.

Jean hated that he could not hate that pretty boy.

author’s note: did he…really do that? 🫣 up to your interpretation tee hee but i needed to put the infamous scene from the movie HA

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Feathered friend

Original request: "So I was thinking of the TADC crew with an owl reader . You can do whatever you want, fluffy feathers, tall piggy back rides. I got the hots for an owl man now. Maybe have them a be bit softer (The other characters)"

Request from a friend. Yeah I know you're reading this you mf. Love ya! Hope you enjoy it!

Reader is an owl with a human body. Really tall like 8-12 foot (up to you) and covered in feathers. Retractable talons because I say so.

TADC Crew x Owl Reader (May or may not be inspired by Stolas)

Zooble

When you first arrived she was, taken back. You're tall, really tall and covered in fluff. It's a lot of things she hasn't seen before here. And your height and talons are intimidating. So she keeps away at first using the others as test dummies without them really knowing. And you end up being really really kind. It was when you swatted away Jax when he tried to mess with someone that she decided you were ok. After a while she gets really used to you and ends up finding herself really enjoying your company. You also help her out by carving new limbs for her with your talons (It is confirmed by Gooseworx that Zooble has more parts then what is initially episode.) When you pick her up and nuzzle into her, or cuddle with her she gets really overwhelmed by you and your feathers. But she can't bring herself to hate you or them because their so soft and warm and... They get everywhere. You sadly shed a lot and she does hate that. It's a pain cleaning up all of your feathers in and around her and her room. She missed one, one time and went out with it on her. Jax still hasn't let her live it down. Whenever you're around he doesn't try anything though. He has learned plenty of times not to mess with people when you're there. And Zooble makes sure to rub it in whenever she can.

Ragatha

When you first arrived Ragatha was very fairly surprised. Your much taller then anyone in the past has ever been, you're covered in feathers, you can fly, and you have built in weapons (talons). As far as the circus goes you're unique in many ways. And that plus you not seeming freaked out by being digital and an owl are the things that catch her off guard. Once she gets comfortable around you she really appreciates you. You provide a happy and nice presence to wherever you are. She does kind of hate your habit of just picking someone up and cuddling into them a bit. Lies, she loves it. She just overall really enjoys having you around. For many reasons, your useful, you're nice, you have a lovely personality, and your happiness is surprisingly infectious. When you two are more close/dating she will find herself subconsciously following you or leaning into you cause she wants cuddles. If you found out she'd be done for. You were really cuddly before, she wouldn't survive any more.

Pomni

You were the person who arrived after Pomni, you being the first one she saw arrive. And you were, a lot. Not bad. But a lot. She is in an the overall state of being overwhelmed at all times, and you being cuddly and randomly picking her up doesn't help. It will take a long time for her to get used to it. After the first time you picked her up and cuddled into her she got kind of addicted. You having talons, being that tall, being so soft/fluffy/warm, so kind. All of that made her feel weirdly safe in your hold. Like she isn't trapped in a computer with no way to leave. One thing lead to another and suddenly your on Pomni duty. It is your job to calm her down when she had or is having a breakdown. You aren't complaining though. Sure you don't like seeing her with tears streaming down her face and her breath quick and uneven. But you do love being able to hold her. Sadly cuddles only ever happen in your room as hers can't really fit you in it. None the less her bed. You're more then double the height of that thing. One time you saw Jax teasing her about something, you walked up picked up Pomni and placed her on top of your head. One you were sure she was ok you threatened Jax, holding a talon at his throat. She crumbled right then and their burying her face into the top of your head to hide the giant blush she now had. With you here she doesn't feel, trapped.

(I loved writing this. A lot... Shh I may or may not have wrote like 10 pages and only posted this. Don't tell anyone.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #zooble x reader #ragatha x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #self indulgent

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frogzxch · 1 year

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Pov: you having kids with them

Pearings: Pantalone, II Dottore and capitano bunos character zhongli and childe

Enjoy the fluff or idk the sweetness ehE <3

Im still a starter makin this things they maybe short tho

Alrighty let us start!(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Capitano

Him being a father is a bit strict sometimes when it comes to his own child he doesn't want his own son/daughter be weak most of the time he would test them to fight, and there you are would be upset about this.

He would adore them tho like especially when it's a girl he would always protect you and his daughter he would spend time playing dress up games with his daughter and you would sometimes just giggle beside the door because of it.

He is a big gentle guy when it comes to his child and also you ofc he will do anything with his power for both of you to be comfortable and safe.

Would miss his child when he will be away for a mission.

Pantalone

His the type of father who spoil his son/daughter to much you would always say " pantalone that's enough gifts for them! " and he would laugh a little and all of a sudden your lips are touching with his.

Diff want's to spend more time with his child he would sometimes bring his child to work the child would have it's own area where she/he can play while pantalone doing his work.

Would fallasleep while his child on his arms and you would sometimes take pictures of both of them after that you would suddenly feel an hand grabing your wrist and pull you to sleep beside them yes cuddles a family cuddle.

Dottore

This guy is not really the type to be a father at first he was to scared after finding out you where pregnant, the first time he held his child his expression soften when the newborn smiled at him.

He would always have his segments looking/play with his child whenever his busy, sometimes when you finished a mission from the fatui you would go check on both of them and you would see both of them asleep sometimes and it was adorable your little child would be wearing the same outfit as him.

He will have someone watch the both of you whenever you go out it's because for '' safety '' but he would actually just have someone picture you both and he would display them in his lab.

He would teach his child about his experiments and you would be worried but dottore would always say " don't worry about it love '' and kiss you on your forehead while you holding your child.

Zhongli

Would also be same as pantalone he would talk about his child with childe yeah, his going gogo gaga with his child.

Will do braids when it's a girl he will dress her up like a little doll or sometimes would match with your outfit.

Will take family pictures whenever you all go out he will always buy his child stuff toys and sweets/candy yes you will always make him try not to spoil your child.

24/7 with his child lol he would piggy back ride his child whenever walking around.

Childe

First when he held his child he never expected that his wish would come true tears raining down his cheeks while his child on his arms smiling.

A protective father when he saw his child crying he would rush to run at them and he would ask " who is it? " making his expression angry his child would point at the one's who made fun of her/him after that he will hug his child and kiss there forehead for comfort.

His child would probably cling to him more than you shshsh, childe will always play with them when your out for a mission/work.

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underground-secret · 8 months

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The Hunter and The Witch: Dean Winchester x fem! reader

description: The boys and Y/N are still looking for John Winchester, now following after the coordinate clue he left.

warnings: cannon violence, blood, death, missing persons, usage and mention of guns, cursing (i think)

tag list: @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld

word count: 6,856

Wendigo

(Masterlist/ Next Chapter)

November 10, 2005

Sam jerks awake from the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean driving while a song from the Foreigner’s plays from the radio.

“You okay?” Dean asks voice clear with concern

Sam glances at him and then away, “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Another nightmare?” Dean asks him, but Sam doesn't answer, only clearing his throat

“You wanna drive for a while?” Dean asks instead.

I look up from my book, with a questioning look.

Sam laughs practically reading my mind, “Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.”

“Just thought you might want to. Never mind.” Dean brushes off.

“Awwww, Dean, you softie” I say smiling widely with a laugh.

He catches my eyes in the rear view mirror giving me a gruff “No”, but the glint in my eye doesn't go away nor does the smile on my face.

He can deny it all he wants but I know he’s a softie, it’s one of the many many things I love about him…that made me fall for him

Sam laughs, piggy backing off of my teasing, “Look, man, you're worried about me. I get it, and thank you, but I'm perfectly okay.”

“Mm-hm” Dean hums, and I have to agree with him here. There’s no way Sam’s okay, his girlfriend just died in front of him in the same way his mom was killed, I don’t think anyone would be okay after that.

Sam rolls his eyes, grabbing a map from the glove department, “All right, where are we?”

“We are just outside of Grand Junction.” Dean responds.

Sam folds the map, “You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon.”

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—“ Dean reasons getting cut off by Sam

“We gotta find Dad first.”

“Dad disappearing—and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He'll know what to do.” Dean remarked.

“It's weird, man.These coordinates he left us. This Blackwater Ridge.” Sam points out.

“Hm? What about it?” I ask

“There's nothing there. It's just woods. Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?” Sam answers.

“Lots of things could be and or happen in the woods.” I explain just as we drive past a National Forest sign reading "Welcome to LOST CREEK COLORADO National Forest".

The Impala is parked next to a sign that says "RANGER STATION Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest". Meanwhile we’re inside, Dean looking at the decorations while I look at the trinkets around.

Sam’s being the helpful one here looking at a 3D map of the forest, “It's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place.” He informs.

“Dude, check out the size of this freaking bear.” Dean calls out looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear.

“And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure.” Sam adds on looking at the photo.

“This will certainly be interesting then” I murmur, picking up a little wooden bear from a shelf holding it up for the boys to see.

“You guys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?” A Ranger says from behind the boys, both of them whipping around startled.

I put the little bear down quickly, locking my hands behind my back with a tight smile on my face.

“Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.” Sam covers laughing a little.

Dean grins raising a fist, “Recycle, man.”

I have to bite on the inside of my cheek to not laugh, so as to not break our cover.

“Bull” the Ranger calls, and suddenly I don’t feel like laughing.

“You're friends with that Haley girl, right?” he adds

“Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger…Wilkinson.” Dean goes along with it.

“Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” Ranger Wilkinson stated.

Dean shakes his head as the Ranger goes on,

“You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine.”

“We will. Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?” Dean replied.

“That is putting it mildly.”

“Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date.” Dean adds, clever guy.

We leave the station, Dean holding the paper he asked for laughing

“What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?” Sam asks him.

“Ew, please don’t answer that.” I groan, trying to ignore the pang that rings through my heart at the mere suggestion.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks, looking between me and Sam.

“The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?” Sam explains, rounding the car to the passenger side.

“I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean reasons.

There’s a pause where no one says anything nor do we move to get into the car.

“What?” Sam asks

“Since when are you all shoot first, ask questions later, anyway?” Dean asks back in return.

“Since now.” He answers, opening the car door and entering.

“Really?” Dean looks from me to the car.

I took a step forward giving Dean’s upper arm a reassuring squeeze. It was meant to be helpful at best but squeezing his arm made me feel the hard muscle underneath his jacket and my head went blank for just one second, my hand lingering.

My face flushed as I gave him a quick smile, entering the car myself.

So much for being inconspicuous.

Dean didn’t move from outside the car for a moment longer, staring where I was standing previously, before throwing open the driver’s side door.

We stand outside the Collins house, the door opening by who I assume to be Haley Collins.

“You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that’s Y/N, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy.” Dean introduces.

Haley hesitates, “Lemme see some ID.”

Clever girl, I have to admit.

Dean pulls out a fake ID holding it up against the screen. Haley looks at it, then at Dean, who smiles.

She takes the lie, opening the door for us, “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Dean says simply.

“That yours?” Haley asks Dean, referring to the Impala out front.

“Yeah” He answers.

“Nice car” Shs compliments.

Their brief conversation ends as she leads us into the kitchen, some younger guy sitting at the table on a laptop.

In the corner of my eye I see Dean mouthing something to Sam who rolls his eyes back, but I couldn’t tell what it was about

“So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?” Sam starts off.

Haley places a bowl on the table answering, “He checks in every day by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now.”

“Well, maybe he can't get cell reception.” Sam offers but that theory gets shut down quickly by Haley as she responds, “He's got a satellite phone, too.”

“Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean reasons.

The boy on the laptop answered this time, “He wouldn't do that.”

“Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.” Haley explains.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks her as she places food down on the table.

“Yeah.” She answers pulling the pictures up quickly,

“That's Tommy” she points.

She clicks two more times showing another picture and then a video, she presses play.

“Hey Haley, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge. We're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.”

“We will find your brother.” I tell her with a reassuring smile as I continue, “We’ll be heading to Blackwater Ridge in the morning.”

“Then maybe I'll see you there. Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself.” Haley claims voice and face full of determination.

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean pipes in.

“Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?” Sam asks, cutting into the slightly heartfelt moment.

“Sure.”

The bar where we sat was a little loud, the sound of pool ringing in the background.

Sam sits across from Dean and I, me sitting on the inside of the booth; a habit we’d picked up when we were younger.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers, mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.” Sam informs us opening John's journal

“Anything before that?” I ask him, leaning forward a bit more.

Sam pulls out newspaper articles sliding them between me and Dean.

“Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack.” Sam speaks as we read the article titled

‘The Lost Creek Gazette.’

GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!

UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA

HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'

Families continue search and rescue efforts in spite of disappointing [...]

“And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936.” Sam adds, his laptop now pulled out.

“I know bears can be dangerous and all but do people really believe a bear is responsible for eight plus, people’s disappearance. There’s no way a bear would be so pattern like.” I say baffled.

“Yeah well people believe what they want to when nothing else makes sense” Sam answers opening his laptop, continuing with his information

“Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out.” He turns his computer towards Dean and I, going through three frames at a time. A shadow crosses the screen.

I squint at the shadow as Dean says, “Do it again.”

He adds, “That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”

“It’s actually just the reverse flash” I joke

Sam breathes a short laugh, understanding my reference, as he closes his laptop.

Dean looks between the both of us, “Nerds.”

I laugh nudging Dean with my body, “Oh you know you love us” I tease.

“Yeah yeah” he answers playfully, shoving me lightly.

Dean then hits Sam causing him to look up,“Anyway I told you something weird was going on.”

“Yeah, but I got one more thing” Sam adds, bringing back the serious energy. “In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

“Is there a name?”

Mr.Shaw, the only survivor of these attacks, leads us inside his house with a cigarette in his mouth as he talks to us “Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a—“

Sam interrupts, “Grizzly? That's what attacked them?”

Mr. Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?” Dean adds, a pause hits the room before he continues, “What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”

Another pause, he adds, “If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”

“I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make.” Mr.Shaw sits down, “You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did.”

“Mr. Shaw trust me when I say that we’ve seen things, crazy things, there’s nothing you could tell us that we wouldn’t believe” I speak honestly.

He doesn’t answer for a beat, grumbling underneath his breath before finally responding, “Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard.”

“It came at night?” Sam asks.

He nods.

Sam asks another question, “Got inside your tent?”

“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming.” Mr.Shaw clarifies.

“It killed them?” Sam questions.

“Dragged them off into the night.” Mr.Shaw shakes his head adding, “Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since.”

Another pause rings through the room before he lifts a hand to his collar, “Did leave me this, though.”

He opens his collar revealing three long scars, claw marks.

“There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

LATER

We walk the length of the motel corridor, discussing our new found information.

“Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls.” Dean says.

“So it's probably something else, something corporeal.” Sam offers

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.” Dean mocks,

“Seriously, that's some big word use” I add on laughing.

“Shut up. So what do you think?” Sam ignores our teasing, well Deans teasing. I wasn't really joking, this time.

“The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it.” Dean answers using Sam’s big word.

We exited the motel entering its parking lot, heading to the Impala.

Dean opens the truck and then the weapons box, propping it up with a shotgun, as he always does, before putting guns into a duffel bag.

“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.” Sam reasons leaning in.

“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean answers, and I have to agree.

“Yeah.” Sam replies.

“Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.” Dean lists out.

“I gotta agree with Dean, there’s no way we’d be able to convince Haley anyways so there’s no point in trying.” I pipe in.

Dean picks up the duffel, throwing me a smile. Most likely because I agreed with him this time.

“And finding Dad's not enough? No we gotta babysit too?” Sam argues slamming the weapons box shut, then the trunk.

Dean stares at Sam.

“What?” Sam asks.

“Nothing.” He answers, throwing the duffel bag at Sam turning to walk away.

Sam stares at me and I shrug not knowing what that was about with Dean either.

The next day

The Impala pulls up. Haley, Ben (her other brother), and some other guy in shorts stare at us as we get out of the car.

I handed Sam the duffle bag that was riding with me in the back seat. Securing my brown messenger bag across my chest, carrying some more witchy belongings that might be of aid including my spell book.

“You guys got room for three more? Dean calls out.

“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley questions.

“Who are these guys?” Mystery man in shorts asks.

“Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.” Haley comments, eyeing us up.

Sam heads past us all, clearly not wanting to be here any longer then we have to.

“You're rangers?” Shorts man asks.

“That's right.” Dean confirms.

And I can already tell that we’re going to be bumping heads with this shorts wearing guy.

“And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley picks out.

Dean looks down at himself causing me to look down at myself feeling a little conscious now that Haley pointed our outfits out. But hey I’m prepared for the cold wearing a long sleeve shirt, a black sweatshirt, my fleece corduroy jacket that I always wear, and…jeans (to me this seems very logical).

“Well, sweetheart, I don't do shorts.” Dean replies simply heading past Haley.

“Wait, I'm sorry, why would we wear shorts? It’s already cold out and as it gets darker that’s only going to worsen plus wearing shorts leaves you more vulnerable to whatever is out there.” I point behind,me towards the woods, adding, “And I’m just gonna assume here that you short wearing man are supposed to be this, uh, hunter? Haley mentioned yesterday.”

I hear Dean huff a laugh a couple steps in front of us.

Short wearing man didn’t take too kindly to my questioning, “What, you think this is funny? It's dangerous back country out there. Her brother might be hurt. And it’s Roy.”

Sam turns back as Dean calls out behind him, “Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just wanna help them find their brother, that's all.”

Dean passes Sam, and I begin walking after them.

The group hikes through the forest, Roy leading us followed by Dean, Haley, Ben, me, and then Sam holding up the rear.

“Roy, you said you did a little hunting.” Dean says, making conversation.

“Yeah, more than a little.” Roy answers, sounding quite proud.

“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?” Dean keeps the convo going.

“Mostly buck, sometimes bear.”

Poor bears.

Dean passes Roy taking the lead, “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”

I laugh maybe a little too hard, I bite my bottom lip remembering the serious circumstance in which we’re here.

Roy grabs Dean, “Whatcha doing, Roy?” he asks.

Roy grabs a stick poking something behind Dean.

A loud snap rings through the quiet forest, a bear trap, Dean was one step away from walking into a bear trap.

“You should watch where you're stepping. Ranger.” Roy drops the stick, retaking the lead.

Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead as we continue hiking.

“It’s a bear trap.” Dean points out.

I catch up to him, giving him a hit on the arm looking at him with a face full of worry. Has he been in more dangerous situations than a bear trap? Yes. But I can’t help but worry, even over the stupid things.

His face softens and he gives me a smile.

Haley caught up to us immediately calling out, “You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers.”

She grabs Dean's arm, “So who the hell are you?”

Ben passes us by, Sam and I look at Dean. He gives us a look that tells us to go, that he has it covered and we do.

LATER

Roy’s leading the way still, this time the following order is Sam, Ben, me, Haley and Dean.

“This is it. Blackwater Ridge.” Roy announces

Sam passed him as he asked, “What coordinates are we at?”

Roy pulls out a GPS, answering, “Thirty-five and minus one-eleven.”

Dean goes up to Sam, catching my wrist as he goes by pulling me after him.

“You hear that?” Dean asks. We listen. Its dead quiet.

“Yeah. Not even crickets.” Sam confirms.

“I'm gonna go take a look around.” Roy announces

“You really shouldn’t go off by yourself” I warn.

“That’s sweet. Don’t worry about me” He waves his gun pushing past us to retake the lead.

Stubborn shorts man.

Dean turns back to Ben and Haley as they catch up, “All right, everybody stays together. Let's go.”

Sam, Dean, Ben, Haley and I are looking around near a particularly large rock before we hear Roy yelling for Haley.

She runs over to his voice, the rest of us following closely.

“Oh my God.” The tents are torn open and bloody, all the supplies being scattered.

“Looks like a grizzly.” Roy announces.

We all sort of break off, not far from each other, looking around for any clues or anything of the sort.

Haley begins yelling for Tommy, practically throwing her backpack down as she goes through the campsite. Sam moves to catch up to her, I don’t hear the conversation as I focus on the tracks I found. But whatever he said got her to stop yelling

I crouch to see the tracks better, getting Dean's attention as he crouches next to me before calling out for Sam. He comes over, joining our crouching party.

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here” I point, “the tracks just vanish.”

“I’ll tell you what, that’s no skinwalker or black dog” Dean adds standing up, heading back to the campsite, Sam and I following.

Haley’s picked up a cell phone that I assume is Tommy’s from the blood on it. She’s hunched over on the ground crying.

Dean crouches next to her, “Hey, he could still be alive.” he says reassuringly.

“Help! Help” a sudden voice yells out. Almost in sync, our heads snap towards the direction of the voice.

Roy leads the way everyone running after him

“Help! Somebody!” the voice yells out again.

But when we reached where it was coming from there was no one around.

“It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn’t it?” Haley asks and I nod.

“Everybody back to camp” Sam orders, we obey as we run back.

All of the supplies are missing, and suddenly I'm grateful for carrying my bag with me even if it only slightly got in the way of my running.

“Our packs!” Haley yells, pointing out the obvious.

“So much for my GPS and my satellite phone.” Roy mutters.

“What the hell is going on?” Haley commands.

“It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help.” Sam informs.

“You mean someone, some nutjob out there just stole all our gear.” Roy corrects.

Sam goes over to Dean and I as Roy goes on this ‘nutjob’ theory, “I need to speak with you, both. In private.”

We follow him a little bit away from the group, “Let me see Dad's journal.”

Dean hands it over, Sam opens it and flips through until he finds a particular page.

“All right, check that out.” Sam turns the book so we can see it better pointing to a First Nations–style drawing of a figure, more specifically a Wendigo.

“Oh come on, wendigos are in the Minnesota woods, or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west.” Dean rationalizes.

“It does make sense though. I mean the claws and especially the way it can mimic a human voice” I explained. Getting eager head nods from Sam, “Exactly” he adds.

“Great. Then this is useless” Dean sighs,taking out his pistol. Being the only way to kill a Wendigo is silver through the heart or fire.

Sam gives back the journal heading past us back to camp before stopping, “We gotta get these people to safety.”

Back at the campsite, Sam addresses the group, “All right, listen up, it's time to go. Things have gotten...more complicated.”

“What? Haley asks.

“Kid, don't worry. Whatever's out there, I think I can handle it.” Roy buds in and all I can think about is how stubborn this man is.

“It's not me I'm worried about. If you shoot this thing, you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave. Now.” Sam ordered.

“One, you're talking nonsense. Two, you're in no position to give anybody orders.” Roy lists out.

“Relax” Dean cuts in.

“We never should have let you come out here in the first place, all right? I'm trying to protect you.” Sam says.

Roy steps up to Sam getting in his face, “You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you good night.”

It’s then I decide I'm not going to get in the middle of this argument, seeing as this will definitely turn into a ‘who’s more macho’ sort of deal.

“Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here.” Sam challenges.

Roy laughs, “You know you're crazy, right?”

“Yeah? You ever hunt a wen—“ Dean cuts Sam off, pushing him.

“Chill out.” Dean orders.

“Stop. Stop it. Everybody just stop. Look. Tommy might still be alive. And I'm not leaving here without him.” Haley informs, and as much as it’s a stupid stubborn choice it is her brother.

There's a long pause before Dean speaks up, “It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.”

“How?”

It’s pitch dark out now, our only source of light being the campfire that was built.

Deans drawing a Anasazi symbol, for protection, around the campsite as the rest of us are kind of just sitting around the fire.

“One more time, that’s—“ Haley asks poking at the fire

“An anasazi symbol, it’s for our protection. The wendigo can’t cross over them” I explain for at least the fifth time.

Roy laughs, holding a gun over his shoulder.

I give him a sharp gaze as Dean says, “Nobody likes a skeptic, Roy.”

Dean finishes the symbol sitting next to Sam and I, Sam being in the middle.

“You wanna tell me what's going on in that freaky head of yours?” Dean asks him

“Dean—“

But Dean cuts him off, “No, you're not fine. You're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?”

Feeling as this is going to turn personal quickly, more of a family/brotherly moment that wouldn’t include me, I get up giving them a nod and a look that lets them know I'm giving them privacy. I move to sit near Haley, instead.

A few minutes have gone before suddenly someone screams and it isn’t anyone in our group, “Help me! Please!”

It’s almost most definitely the wendigo.

I see Dean stand, readying his gun as another “Help!” rings through the normally quiet woods.

Sam pulled out a flashlight, throwing one to me before flashing it around in an attempt to see if the wendigo is close by, I follow suit doing the same.

“He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put.” Dean commands.

“Inside the magic circle?” Roy mocks.

“Jesus Christ Roy, yes!” I exclaimed, Roy getting on my nerves.

“Help! Help me” The wendigo yells, mimicking a human voice, growling following.

Roy points his gun at the sound, “Okay, that's no grizzly.”

Haley turns, talking to her younger brother, “It's okay. You'll be alright, I promise.”

Something rushes past, Haley shrieks.

“It’s here.” Sam announces.

Roy shoots the rustling, twice.

“I hit it” he yells running off to see what exactly he hit.

“Roy! No!” I yell after him

Dean turns to Haley and Ben, commanding them, “Don’t move.”

Haley grabs a stick lighting it on fire as a weapon. Dean gives me and Sam a nod, queuing us to run after Roy.

“It's over here! It's in the tree!” Roy announces.

Sam and I use our flashlights, looking to see where Roy went. But we wind up with nothing.

It’s day now, hours since Roy went missing.

Now we sit trying to explain the whole supernatural stuff we encounter.

Sam’s sitting against a tree stump holding his dads journal whilst me, Dean, Haley, and Ben are among the tents

“I don't...I mean, these types of things, they aren't supposed to be real.” Haley states.

“I wish I could tell you different.” Dean replies, half shrugging.

“You can say that again” I mumble.

“How do we know it's not out there watching us?” Haley asks

“We don't. But we're safe for now.” Dean answers.

“How do you know about this stuff?” She asks

There’s a pause where you can see the gears turning in Dean's head as he considers an answer, “Kind of runs in the family.”

“Literally” I mermer underneath my breath, we hadn’t told them I was a Witch, which was probably for the better considering we’re being hunted by a Wendigo and they had just learned that the things in the dark are real.

Sam comes over, “Hey. So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I for one want to kill this evil son of a bitch.”

Haley stands nodding

“Well, hell, you know I'm in.” Dean answers, “Same here” I add.

Sam opens the journal to the wendigo page, turning the book around for Haley and Ben to see.

“'Wendigo' is a Cree Indian word. It means 'evil that devours'.” Sam informs.

“They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, or other times a frontiersman or a miner or hunter.” Dean adds to the information.

“How's a man turn into one of those things?” Haley asks.

“Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp.” Dean answers.

“Like the Donner Party.” Ben offers.

“Nice reference” I compliment before joining in on the info train, “And, uh, cultures all over the world actually believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities like speed, strength, immortality…” I trail off

“If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry.” Dean adds on.

“So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?” Haley points out.

“You're not gonna like it.” Dean answers simply, glancing from Sam to me then back to Haley.

“Tell me.” She orders.

“More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It, uh, it stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive, it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden, and safe. We gotta track it back there.” Dean finishes.

“And then how do we stop it?” Haley asks

“Well, guns are useless, so are knives. Basically we gotta torch the sucker.” He holds up a can of lighter fluid, a beer bottle, and a white cloth aka the makings of a molotov cocktail.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean leads the group, molotov cocktail in hand, as we follow the trail of claw marks on trees and blood.

It’s a while later when Sam starts leading the group.

“Dean. Y/N”

We catch up quickly, “mhm?” I hum in question

“You know, I was thinking, those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They were almost too easy to follow.” Sam talks, pointing out the bloody broken tree branches.

“Ah fric-“ My commentary gets cut off by growling, we whip around the trees rustling.

Haley’s standing under a tree looking up, blood dripping on her. When suddenly she leaps out of the way a corpse falling to the ground with a thud.

Roy’s corpse.

“His neck's broken.” Dean announces, examining the body as Sam helps Haley up.

More growling surrounds us.

“Okay, run, run, run, run, go, go, go!” Dean yells and without a second thought we take off. The sounds of our boots hitting the soft dirt.

In the corner of my eye I see Sam retreating backwards, I stop running, turning to see if he’s okay.

Bens on the ground, getting hauled up by Sam. I head closer towards them in case the wendigo decides to show up knowing I can at the very least hold it off.

“Come on, I gotcha, I gotcha.” Sam reassures Ben, as we start running again.

A scream, noticeably Haley’s racks the forest.

“Haley” Ben asks skidding to a stop.

Sam and I stop running, noticing that Dean and Haley are nowhere to be seen.

Sam bends down picking up Deans molotov cocktail, the bottles broken.

“Dean!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“If it keeps its victims alive, why would it kill Roy?” Ben asks, walking in front of us.

“Roys shooting probably pissed it off” I answer wrapping my arms around myself, hoping the worry in my voice isn’t apparent.

Ben leans down picking something up, turning towards us holding up a peanut m&m. He moves over revealing a trail of them, “They went this way.”

I smile, Ben hands over the m&m to Sam who laughs.

“It's better than breadcrumbs.”

He tosses the piece of chocolate away.

We follow the trial carefully, coming up to a mine entrance marked with a sign that reads

‘WARNING! DANGER! DO NOT ENTER EXTREMELY TOXIC MATERIAL.’

We all look at each other shrugging before entering.

Sam leads the way, flashlight shining ahead.

There’s a sudden growl, he quickly turns the light off pulling Ben and me against the wall.

A tall white figure with long fingers stalks towards us, Sam having to cover Ben's mouth before he screams.

The Wendigo takes a different tunnel, only just missing us.

We keep going, the floors creaking below our feet.

A particular step made the floor creak a little too much, but before I can even take another step forward the floor collapses underneath us.

I groan quietly at the hard landing, trying to contain my coughing from the dust and destroyed wood. I looked down, noticing that the hard landing was a pile of bones.

I get up swiftly feeling grossed out, Ben must have just noticed the bones as he leaps backwards. Sam helps him up as he reassuringly says, “Hey, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.”

We look up, finding Dean and Haley hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. My eyes widen and I feel my heart physically drop. I’ve been hunting before, even with Dean a couple of times. But I've never seen him hurt, not like this, not during a hunt, not being tied up.

Sam runs to Dean, Ben to Haley.

“Y/N! Cover us?” Sam orders and I move, breaking out of my freezing. I have my back towards the others, my hands lit up with pure white energy, ready for the wendigo. I knew it wouldn’t kill it, but at least I could keep it back.

“Haley, wake up!” Ben yells and I’m tempted to turn around but I know I shouldn’t.

“Dean!” Sam yells.

“Hey, you okay?” I hear Sam ask from behind me.

I hear Dean suck in a breath behind me, “Yeah.” He grumbles.

“Haley, Haley, wake up, wake up!” Ben yells again.

In the corner of my eye I see Sam cut down Dean and then Haley, moving them to an empty patch of floor. As they move I follow, still covering them.

Dean makes a pained noise. I clench my fists, the white energy still surging around them.

“Dean, you okay?” I ask, still not turning around.

He groans in pain, “Yeah. Yep. Where is he?”

“He’s gone for now” I answer simply.

Haley runs past me to a figure hanging in the corner, she starts crying, it’s then that I know it’s Tommy.

She touches his face gently, his head jerks up and she jumps back with a shriek. She turns towards me, eyeing me and the boys behind me, I don’t make eye contact.

Not because I don’t want to help but because I don’t want her to see my eyes, knowing my irises would be purple. Stupid thing to worry about when literal energy was coming from my hands, she’d see that before my eyes. But, still, I was scared for the moment she asks what the hell was going on with me. When her or her brothers do. It’s a rooted fear that no matter how much time goes by I can’t seem to shake.

Sam heads over and cuts Tommy free.

“We’re gonna get you home” She tells him.

A hand touches my shoulder and I tense, flinching slightly, even though it felt familiar.

“Relax” Dean whispers near my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

“You don’t have to be so stiff trying to protect us, cause look what I found” He holds up two flare guns pointing to a pile in the corner full of stolen supplies.

“Flare guns. Those’ll work” Sam says grinning.

Dean laughs and twirls the guns in his hands, and I can’t help the smile that makes its way onto my face.

We head down the tunnel Dean and Sam in the lead with their flare guns as I keep to the rear of the group.

“Looks like someone's home for supper.” Dean comments at the growling we heard.

“We’ll never outrun it” Haley points out.

Dean looks back at us, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Sam answers and I nod.

“All right, listen to me. Stay with Sam and Y/N. They’re gonna get you out of here.” Dean plans.

“What are you gonna do?” Haley asks Dean.

He winks, walking and yelling, “Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on, baby, I taste good.”

Sam waits until Dean is a safe distance away, “All right, come on! Hurry!”

The Collinses follow him down the tunnel, as I continue to hold down the rear.

We hurry down the tunnel before we hear more growling.

Sam points the gun in the direction, then lowers it turning to the Collinses.

“Get him outta here” He orders

“Sam, no”

“Go! Y/N get them outta here, Go!” he orders

I turned to the family making sure I no longer was using my powers as I pushed them out of there.

A moment later I hear Sam running after us, catching up, “Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry” he says, and I let him get in front of me as we reach the end of the tunnel.

I half turn to see the wendigo right behind us. I pivot the rest of the way around, quickly letting my hands light back up with energy during the half second that I moved.

I move my hands in front of me throwing a large energy blast right at the tall white creature, sending it a few feet back knocking it into a tree (the one that got in the way of it getting thrown further).

“Get behind me.” Sam tells the Collinses, hiding them behind himself as I stay in front of him.

The Wendigo approaches again and I throw it back again, a little harder this time.

I keep my hand in front of me, still lit with white energy as I bring my other hand down, flicking it swiftly, conjuring a flare gun into my hand.

I let the wendigo stalk a little closer before I raise my hand with the gun, I aim, pulling the trigger.

Just as Dean comes up a foot behind the wendigo, pulling his trigger.

The flare I shot goes off first, Deans following a second later. The wendigo goes up in flames.

“Teamwork” Dean says grinning at me.

I huff a laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

An ambulance loads up Tommy, two police officers interview Ben as Sam stands behind him.

“So…what was that whole thing back there with you” Haley asks me hands in her pockets, her and Dean both already patched up.

“I, oh, um…I’m a witch” I answer, feeling as if I'm shrinking inside myself. Telling people has never been a part I enjoy much.

“You're in the journal?” She asks

“I mean not me specifically but witches, yes. Most witches aren’t good, quite the opposite really…” I tail off looking down, feeling uncomfortable.

“Thank you.” She says leaning her head down to catch my eyes before adding, “I don’t know how to thank you guys.”

I just smile at her, glad to have helped but also glad to have moved away from the awkward conversation.

But when I look over to Dean, he’s smirking lasciviously.

“Whelp that’s my que to leave.” I announce, not wanting to know her answer. I turn around, heading to the Impala, a certain stabbing feeling echoes in my heart and I know it must be jealousy.

Which is stupid because 1. it’s not like me and Dean are even together, and 2. Dean does not like me in any sort of romantic way.

“Must you cheapen the moment” I hear Haley comment as I walk away, leaning on the hood of the Impala.

A minute or so later Sam joins me, and then Dean.

“Man, I hate camping.” Dean remarked

“Me too.”

“Amen.”

“You know we're gonna find Dad, right?” Dean asks, and I know the question is for Sam.

“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime? I'm driving.” Sam says all proudly.

Dean tosses him the keys smiling widely

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural x reader #slow burn #wendigo #forest #fanfiction #fanfic #the hunter and the witch

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can't stop 'what if'ing about ghoap... like what if soap was less impulsive and instead of tying you up and keeping you just let you go in the morning... but not without putting tracking/mirroring stuff on your phone while you slept. keeping tabs on you, doing research, and then finally letting ghost in on his little plan.

it'd start small, anonymous messages on various apps (even fucking duolingo for chrissakes) telling you that someone is coming for you, is coming to take you away, don't fight it bonnie, just get ready to be a good girl when they come. then the pictures start coming. photos of your apartment, of you doing laundry, of you kissing some guy you met outside of a bar with the caption why would you do this to us :(. it's fucking terrifying. it doesn't matter how many times you block them or change your number, the messages and pictures keep coming. the police won't do anything about it because you haven't been harmed and they have no way of knowing who's doing it. little 'gifts' start arriving. at first it's a single flower, no note or anything, left on the doorstep. then handcuffs. then a bloody knife. then a framed photograph of you as a child, something that you know was in your mother's home until it showed up tucked behind your storm door. you start feeling insane, like there's no escape from whatever the fuck is happening to you. it's a daily bombardment of fear that comes to a fever fucking pitch when you realize that the outlet next to your bathroom sink (the one that's never worked for as long as you've lived there) has a red light glowing from inside of it. with trembling hands you unscrew the face plate, only to find the smallest little camera you've ever seen. you take it to the police, who, again, do nothing. by the time you get back to your apartment from the police station, you get three photos of yourself entering and exiting the police station with the message you think the little piggies will save you from the big bad wolves?

suddenly there's a month of radio silence. no notes, no pictures, no gifts, no nothing. you would have thought it was a relief, to get a break from all of the terror, but it's not. now you're more high strung than ever. you inspect your apartment weekly for new hidden cameras, change your phone number twice just in case, and even fill out the paperwork to break your lease so you can move. the paperwork is still sitting on your kitchen table when you're awoken in the middle of the night to a big, strong palm clamping down on your mouth as your eyes snap open to two huge figures towering over you. a vaguely familiar voice speaks and your blood runs cold.

ye miss us, bonnie? we've missed you too, so very, very much.

anon this is so so so SO good and I have absolutely nothing to add. if you ever write this as a full fic shoot me the link and I will read it faster than the speed of light

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader

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h00nerz · 1 year

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who’s that girl!

FOURTY-EIGHT / taking chances

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warnings: lots of wanting to die, profanity, some angst, um making out gets kind of intense, that's it afaik

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THE HEART WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS. That was something you had discovered over the course of the last couple of days. A week ago, the idea of ever romantically being with Beomgyu sounded ridiculous. Now, the idea of not being with him sounded even worse.

A week ago, you would feel nothing riding in the elevator up to your apartment floor. Why would you? It was just an elevator, the same elevator you rode every single day to the apartment you went to every single day. Now, however, your heart was a mess as you watched the floor number increase until it finally hit 4.

"Are you sure I can't just stay with you for one more day?" You asked Chaewon with a small waver in your voice. "I'll come home this weekend! I just remembered your apartment is closer to the school I'm substituting at!" You lied, which they all obviously knew.

Sakura let out a small laugh. "You're going to be fine, Y/N. You just gotta rip off the band-aid!" She told you, and reached over to shake your arm.

"Yeah, Y/N! Everything is going to work out just fine, you just have to trust in the universe." Yunjin encouraged you, softly rubbing your other arm to reassure you. You let out a soft sigh, allowing yourself to lean into her touch. Yes, she was right, everything was going to be just fine. You were just going to have to live ten feet away from the guy who just rejected you, you would be okay.

The door opened, and you let Yunjin lead you out into the hallway.

A week ago, a walk down the fourth floor hallway of your building was the most normal, mundane thing in the world. But now, it felt like you were walking right into your own funeral. A small part of you had hope that he wouldn't be home, and you wouldn't have to face him just yet, but you knew that was just wishful thinking.

Panic overcame you, and you stopped dead in your tracks to turn and face your friends. "What if he's there? And I freak out and do something stupid? What if he's mean to me? What if I start doing my Miss Piggy impression again and they kick me out? What if--"

"Y/N!" Chaewon cut you off, slapping her hands down on your shoulders to roughly force you down to reality. "You need to relax. Beomgyu is an idiot, but he's not going to be mean. And if he is, you have us three to take care of you, okay?" She put her face right up next to your own, staring at you with big, buggy like eyes.

"Okay. Okay, you're right. I will be fine. I'm being dramatic for nothing." You told yourself, and took deep breaths until you felt yourself start to relax at least a little bit. Finally, you turned back to face your door, and sucked in one last inhale before opening it up.

It took you less than a second to find Beomgyu. He was standing by the couch, next to Yeonjun and Soobin who he was presumably talking to before he entered. He found you immediately as well, his dark eyes growing wide when he did so. You thought your heart was going to explode.

"Oh! Hi, Y/N! Welcome back!" Soobin greeted you, waving to you from across the room. Your eyes flicked over to him, grateful for an excuse to avoid Beomgyu's suffocating gaze. The longer you looked at him, the more you wanted to feel his lips on your own again, and the more painful it became that you couldn't do that.

"Hi." You spoke weakly, stepping all the way into the apartment so your friends could follow you in. There was a heavy silence that filled the room, and a tension so thick one could slice right through it with a knife.

Suddenly, Yeonjun cleared his throat, the noise nearly startling you. "Hey, Sakura, Yunjin and Chaewon, Soobin and I want to show you something really interesting in the kitchen. Right, Soobin?"

The taller boy nodded, and your heart sunk into your stomach when you realized what was happening. You glanced over at Yunjin, hoping she would do something to save you, but instead gave you a wink and followed the others into the kitchen.

You and Beomgyu were now alone in the living room, and you wished you would die right then and there. You couldn't figure out what Yunjin and the others were planning, but you knew you didn't like it.

Like an idiot, you risked a glance at him, and immediately regretted it. You wanted so badly to talk with him like you had before, to have your stupid banter and feel the incurable urge to smack him. But, unlike before, you also wanted to kiss him, to revel in the feeling of his hair tangled between your fingers. You wanted so many things, but you just couldn't have them.

"Listen, Y/N, I--"

"You know what! I think I left one of my bags in the car, I should go back out and grab it!" Before you knew it, the lie was slipping off your tongue, and you were slipping out of the door and back into the hallway. You thought you could do this, you thought you'd be fine facing him after everything that happened, but you weren't.

You could hear footsteps following you, and felt you heart start to race. "Let me help you grab it!" Beomgyu shouted, and you shook your head as you frantically pushed the button on the elevator.

"No-no, that's okay, you should go see what Yeonjun has in the kitchen!" You suggested, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. Thankfully, the doors opened, and you slipped inside the elevator. You began to aggressively push the "close door" button.

"But it's dangerous out there!" Beomgyu was faster than the elevator was, though, slamming his hand in front of the doors so they wouldn't be able to close. You gulped hard, your eyes widening as you realized you just trapped yourself in an elevator with him.

You planned to just stay silent as the elevator began its descent, but thanks to your incredible luck, you felt the elevator lurch, and come to a halt. Of-fucking-course the elevator stopped today of all days. At that point, you wished it would just fall through the building and kill you in the process.

"Are you okay?!" Beomgyu asked in a panic, stepping forward to check on you. But you brushed him off, turning to face away from him.

"I'm fine." You mumbled.

He went quiet, but you could feel his eyes burning holes into you from afar. He wanted to reach out, and touch you, but he held himself back, not wanting to push anything too far. You had hoped to escape the tension that filled your apartment before, but now it was ten times worse.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and you heard him let out a deep exhale. You glanced over at him, watching as he leaned back against the wall of the elevator, looking a bit defeated. "Y/N... I know you don't want to hear what I have to say right now, but... Could you please just let me explain what happened?" His voice was soft, but it still managed to startle you.

"Yeah, I'd love an explanation." You said a bit bitterly, looking away from him. "I thought we liked each other. I thought you liked me. I don't understand why you initiated that kiss if us being roommates bothered you so much. I don't understand why you didn't even try to talk to me before making that choice--which affects both of us, by the way, not just you. I can't figure any of it out, Beomgyu!"

You hadn't meant to go off on him. In fact, you weren't really sure where it had all come from. For the last couple of days, you had been so busy wallowing in your sadness, you hadn't stopped and thought about how angry you were. How angry you were at him, and how angry you were at his stupid excuse, but most of all how angry you were at yourself, for allowing yourself to fall for your him in the first place.

"I just... I feel so stupid." You whispered.

"You're not stupid!" He was quick to reassure you, dashing across the the elevator to grab hold of your hands. "I did like you--I mean, I do like you. I just got scared, because when I told Yeonjun what happened, he got all mad, and told me we shouldn't be together because we're roommates and it'll make things awkward--"

"But why would you even listen to him, Beomgyu?!" You asked him, shaking your hands loose from his own. "You're an adult, you can make your own decisions, you shouldn't let Yeonjun tell you what to do!"

"I know that now! But, he was talking about if things don't work out, and it just got me thinking about what it would be like if things did go South, and honestly, Y/N..." He paused, taking his own turn to look away. "I think I like you more than I've liked ever liked anyone. Which is really fucking scary, because the last time I was in a relationship, I screwed it up and lost her, and the last thing I want is to lose you."

You stared down at your feet, allowing yourself a moment to take in all he was saying. His words had hit you like a truck. In all of your previous relationships, you were always the one to fall first, and the one to fall harder. You were always moving too fast for the others, and scaring them away. But here was Beomgyu, standing in front of you, putting his heart on the line the way nobody before him had.

"I.... I don't want to lose you either, Gyu." You confessed, the nickname slipping out of your mouth out of habit. "And maybe that means we shouldn't be together, and maybe it means we should play it safe and put this fire out before it grows too big..."

He nodded grimly. If that had been your choice, to end things there, you were sure he wouldn't have fought you too much on it. He understood that he messed up, and there was a chance he wasn't going to be able to win you back.

You looked up and finally met his eyes. "But I don't care. I would rather us take a chance, and see where it goes, than try to bury our feelings like they don't exist. Because I think we could be really, really great together, and I think my feelings are too deep to bury, even if we tried. I want us to give this a shot, Beomgyu."

"I want to give us a shot, too."

You weren't sure if you had fully forgiven him yet. You weren't sure if you were making the right choice for still wanting to be with him. You weren't sure if this was going to come back and bite you in the ass later. You weren't sure of much, but you were sure about one thing. And that was how badly you wanted to kiss him again.

So, you did.

You grabbed hold of his cheeks and pulled him down so he was level with you, and pressed your lips against his. You thought of your first kiss, and how amazing it had seemed, but this one was something else. It was like a million fireworks going off at once, or like a dam bursting open. It was something straight out of a fairy tale, where the princess finally worked up the nerve to kiss the prince. It was miles ahead of every single kiss that had come before it.

Just like before, your fingers found their home in his shaggy hair, tugging at his scalp to bring him closer to you. His hands snaked around your waist, his fingertips slipping under your shirt and brushing against your skin. The touch set your skin ablaze, igniting a fire within you that you weren't sure you ever wanted to put out.

Before you have any time to protest, his hand's are hooking themselves under your thighs, and he's lifting you up off the ground. Without his lips ever leaving your's, he's carrying you across the elevator, pushing your back up against the wall so you were now straddling his waist.

"Did I tell you I really like you?" He breathed against your lips, before pulling away to bury his kisses in the crook of your neck.

"I really like you, too." You smiled, a breathy laugh escaping your mouth when you felt his teeth nip at your skin.

You must have been too consumed by his lips to notice when the elevator started moving again, caught completely off guard when the elevator doors opened and exposed your compromising position. In a panic, your eyes flickered to the hallway, baffled to see Felix and Hyunjin standing in front of the door.

Beomgyu dropped you back to the floor, turning to see the two men and sharing a quizzical look with you.

"Uh, hi, what are you guys doing here?" You asked between heavy breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and pretend they hadn't just seen you making you with Beomgyu in an elevator.

Felix stared at you with a bewildered expression. "Um, we made brownies. We were going to thank you for helping us get together." He explained, gesturing to Hyunjin who looked like he had just witnessed the two of you committing murder. "It looks like you owe me some brownies, too."

You laughed softly at his joke, glancing over at Beomgyu who looked a bit confused. But he looked back at you, his gaze relaxing once his eyes met your own. Yeah, you weren't sure if it was the right thing to forgive him so easily, but you didn't care. You knew you wanted to be with him. You felt your lips curl up into a smile.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

author's note: IT FINALLY HAPPENED WOO!!! the stupid people are done being stupid <3 this chapter was so hard for me to write but i think i'm happy w how it turned out!!! only 3 chapters left this is so sad i will miss yngyu sm...

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