This is for @jtargaryen18 Friday the 13th Flash Fiction Challenge. I chose the quote “She can’t hide; no place to hide” and there will be a hockey mask.
Words: 1400+
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: 18 +
SMUT, rough sex, sexual fantasies, and I’m going to warn dub con/non con because of what did/did not transpire
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Summary: A lover of horror films, you reveal one of your fantasies to your darling husband.
It was only the nights that Steve worked late, that you kept the ensuite light on. A childhood routine that stuck with you on the nights your mom was out, or perhaps on the evenings, after watching a scary film with your babysitter; despite the warnings from both of your parents that the nightmares would come. It’s the darkness at this very moment that has surprised you.
But it isn’t the pitch black that has pulled you from your sleep, it was the movement, the hand that had shifted across your stomach and pulled your t-shirt up passed your breasts, sleep shorts long abandoned during this summer’s heat wave. His breath, warm against the back of your neck comes in quick bursts. A leg had been pushed between both of yours, the top angled slightly back as he had needed the space to enter you. You were usually such a light sleeper, and you were surprised that you had missed the push it took for him to insert his large cock deep within you.
The thrusts came in quick, rough bursts, not the usual pace Steve Rogers took. His hands are greedy, running over your breasts, left to right, left to right before pinching one of your nipples with such force, that a scream escaped from the corner of your mouth that wasn’t pressed into your king size pillow. The sheets under you burn fire into your skin and he forcefully keeps pushing in and out.
“Steve. Steeeve,” you panted out. “What… oh fuck, right there, that’s it baby,” you spit into your pillow, the saliva smearing across your cheek and leaving the space under your face damp.
He’s handsy with you tonight, his grip on you fierce. There’s no kissing, no passionate words escaping his mouth. It’s different, not feeling his lips all over you, how he’d lick the back of your neck and nip at it, tonight he’s all hands, molding your breasts into a masterpiece. Squeezing as hard as he can and pulling the flesh away from your chest.
The grunts get louder, the quick in out of his cock intensifies. His sweaty chest presses and slides up your back. You can’t remember it ever being this wet before, your back, between your legs, the back of your neck where his breath repeatedly hits. The sounds coming from your cunt are loud, you can feel your fluids dripping and coating the inside of your thighs as he moves with fervor in and out of you. You push into him more, clenching around him and shoving your ass into him with force. It spurs him on, his movements rough, not the warm, sweet love-making that Steve Rogers usually bestowed upon you.
There’s a neediness within you; one where you need his mouth on you, those plump lips roaming across your skin, the taste of his saliva mixing with yours. You shove back against him, and raise your head from your pillow; you’re able to turn your head and reach your hand around to grab Steve’s head for the kiss you’re craving. But as your hand tries to pull his hair and pull him closer to you, your fingers run across…material at the back of his head? He’s resistant to your motions, and as you pull his head closer, cold, hard plastic hits your head. It’s not your husbands face that you make out in the darkness, it’s the popular horror movie character that you had mentioned that night, many months before. You’re intrigued that he’s chosen this night, Friday the 13th, to play out this sexual fantasy with you.
“I’m not going to call you Steve anymore,” you pant into the darkness, “It’s Jason fucking me now. Aren’t you, Jason? Ramming that huge, murderous cock into me, those deep wet breaths and moans into my ears.”
No words escape his mouth, but a guttural moan fills your room, and you can’t help but smile as you grind into him harder.
“Oh Jason!”
The mask digs into the back of head as he picks up the pace. It’s relentless, its almost painful, and everything that you had fantasized about.
Boosting your upper body, you adjust your arm into the meatiness of your mattress, pushing back with all your weight, using Steve’s cock with more force as your orgasm crawled up and over your skin. Gripping the sheets, your scream out his name, dousing both of you with your juices. He isn’t far behind, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, each hard thrust coinciding with a deep moan as he comes inside you.
His fist loosens in your hair after he finishes, his chest, still pressed against your back is hot and sweaty.
You’re finding it hard to keep your eyes open after this unexpected adventure and fall asleep to the movement of your husbands’ breaths.
The bed is empty when you wake, hours later than usual, your head throbbing. Strange. I only had that one glass of wine with dinner. The other half of the bed is cold, the sheets tucked in as if Steve had never slept beside you during the night. But he was here. That ridiculous mask on, the one you had joked about him wearing when you two drank too much one night while watching Friday the 13th.
“Shh, quiet, I love this part” as you cover Steve’s mouth to hear, “She can’t hide; no place to hide.”
You were discussing the strangest fantasies you thought about and revealed to your somewhat vanilla husband, that something about Jason Voorhees turned your crank. The mask did something to you, caused a wetness between your legs. As embarrassed as you were exposing your deep, dark fantasies to Steve, you saw a glimmer in his eyes at the thought of entertaining you in this manner. And the sex that night, rougher than usual, sweaty, Steve’s vanilla tendencies dissipating as he burst, thrusting so, so deep inside you.
You find your husband in the kitchen, spatula in hand as he cooked breakfast on the stove.
“Well, look at you. First you rock my world last night and now you make me breakfast? Keep this up and I might stay awhile,” you say smiling and give him a quick hug from behind.
“What are you talking about? I stayed late working on a plan with Tony for the new recruits,” he said, giving you a look of confusion. “You got some boyfriend I don’t know about, sweetheart?”
The name makes you blush, even though its nothing new. “Oh, stop it. Last night was incredibly memorable.”
Steve gave you a look of confusion and before you can say anything, the doorbell rings. You look to him, wondering if maybe one of the guys are stopping by but he shrugs and places your breakfast down in front of you.
“I’ll get it babe! Start without me, OK?” A quick jog to the front door, unlocking and opening it, reveals a package leaning against the side of the house. As you step out, feet bare on the already warm brick path, you lean over to pick up the bagged package, and a light shape catches your eye, laying on the grass. You take a few steps further to see the item clearly.
It’s the mask from last night and it lays glossy plastic shining in the warm sun, on the front lawn, owner long gone. You feel the blood draining from your face, anxiety creeping up slowly and fear slowly closing in, your legs beginning to shake when you hear Steve call your name.
“Y/N?”
You turn to see Steve watching you from the front door. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, trying to hold back your tears and keep yourself from appearing frightened. Moving away from the sight of the mask, you shift your body and try to remain calm as you walk by your husband, giving him a smile before you make your way up the stairs and into the shower to cry and release the horror you feel within. What exactly happened last night?
Steve waits until he hears your bedroom door close and makes his way out to the front lawn. Picking up the mask, he tosses it into the air, catching it, a smirk and chuckle escaping his face before he heads back into the house, closing the front door behind him. He listens, making sure he can hear the shower running in your room before he opens the hallway closet, reaching up to hide the mask under a pile of junk that belongs to him that you’ll never sift through.
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Summary- 3.1k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. It's Friday, which leads to Saturday, the best day of the week. It can't get better than that. Wade though is bound to prove you wrong by crashing in unexpectedly. He has a serious dilemma on his hands and needs the Super Duper Trio to help him out. Warnings- Swears and Wade really trying to hook up with Bucky. Written for @jtargaryen18 Friday The 13th Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompts Dialogue is italiazed, the rest scattered throughout the fic. This takes place after This Is Still Marvel, Right?
Masterlist
It was Friday, which in your opinion was the day before the best day of the week. Tomorrow was Saturday, Sam actually gave training a rest on Saturdays.
You get to spend the morning in your sleep tank and shorts on the couch with a bowl of the most sugary ridiculous cereal you could find in the communal kitchen.
Layers of sugary cinnamon swirl through your milk while you stuff your face with the golden crispy goodness of cinnamon toast crunch.
It was a delicacy, which Bucky was bound to bitch about you stealing from him when he finally gets out of bed mid-morning. Hair tousled on top of his head, grey sweats and bare chested as he shuffled to the couch to steal your third bowl. “Did you eat all my cereal?!”
“Just half.” You would cuddle up to your grumpy friend while he finished it off.
So yes you preferred Saturdays, but while you laid on the mat in the gym, having just finished sparring with Sam, the whole Friday evening didn't sound bad either now that this was over.
Sam with his hands to his hips looked down at you while you were groaning. “Come on, it wasn't that bad.”
“Says you, Wilson.” You glare up at him as he nudged at your thigh with the tip of his shoe. “You sure they didn’t inject you with that serum?” You held your hand up for him to grasp, his palm grasping yours and with a pull, he was picking you up off the ground.
“You know they didn't.”
You were ready to call bullshit on that. He lifted you off the ground like you were some kind of toothpick.
The two of you were just about to hit the locker rooms to shower and change when a booming voice came from the hallway. “You were supposed to leave! What the hell are you doing here Wade?!” Bucky’s tone splintered in anger and disbelief. You and Sam both passed a surprised look before bolting to where the commotion was.
“Bucky Bear, listen, I had no choice. NONE! The fate of the entire horror movie franchise is as delicate as our boys down under and I messed it up, I tugged too hard and broke it.” He cupped his hands like he was cupping a pair of balls, his fingers wiggling like he was giving a tickle. Bucky flinched a bit at the motion, color rising in his cheeks. It made Wade coo seeing Bucky, the white eyes of his mask narrowing while he snorted. “I never took you as someone who liked their balls played with Bucky. We can get out of here later and-”
“Fuck off Wade-”
You cut Bucky off. “Wade, focus, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I messed up… and I need your help to fix it.” He dropped his hands.
“You went somewhere you weren't supposed to.” You waved your hands to have him continue.
“Crystal Lake.” Wade confirmed. “I- uh- went for a souvenir. And ruined it all.”
Crystal Lake, that was familiar. Your brain racked for what it could be when Sam piped up next to you.
“You went Friday the Thirteenth with Jason Voorhees? What in the world possessed you to do that?”
“Is that even possible? There is a universe with Jason Voorhees?” Your jaw dropped a bit. “And you went on Friday the 13th. Oh my god Wade, you are just asking for this to happen.”
Bucky next to you just kept shaking his head in disbelief, muttering under his breath. “Of course this red dildo fuck comes back to us, it was too good a day. That girl at the coffee shop gave me her number, I got an excellent review, my therapist said I was making progress. It was bound to happen.” He lifts his head and takes a deeper inhale to calm down while you are still trying to wrap your mind around what Wade was saying. “What is Crystal Lake, What is Friday the Thirteenth and who is Jason Voorhees?”
Wade shrugged. “I’m a super fan, okay. Just like I love me some Marvel, Buckaroo you are still my favorite…” Bucky flipped Wade off right here. “... I love horror too. So I thought it would be cool to get the uhh… hockey mask for my collection. I got it, right here!” He swung a knapsack off his shoulder and unzipped it.
He started to dig through it, dumping out random things you recognized from other films. You shifted through the pile while Wade gave a “Ta-da!” of victory and tossed the mask to Bucky who caught it with a curious look.
“This is what the fuss is all about? A hockey mask? Kind of lame if you ask me.”
“Most horror movies are lame Bucky.” Sam pointed out. “Basically this guy Jason ends up being killed in Crystal Lake and he comes back with his machete and hockey mask, killing the camp goers. Unless Wade went to the very beginning, then it's his ma.”
“Well, I did start there…”
“You went to all of them, Man?” Sam folded his arms over his chest and Wade had the audacity to look a bit sheepish.
“All but Jason Goes To Hell.”
Bucky snorts out with a roll of his eyes. “Oh cause going to hell would really be crossing the line, right? You're doomed, You're all doomed if you go with this craziness.”
“Look what you did to him. Bucky ain't ever gonna shut up.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, the looks of a headache starting.
“No, I'm not going to shut up Sam.” Bucky was building up more. “What part of the big three are we categorizing this into? Aliens, Wizards or Robots?”
“Wade, you have to return all of this.” You sighed while glancing up at him, picking up a paper boat with SS George printed on the side and glaring up at him. The other two quieted once you started talking.
“But, these are my treasures.”
“Wade!” You picked up what looked like the hope diamond. “You can’t keep any of this, it's asking for trouble. Look, this one is basically cursed!”
“Is not! That wasn't even a horror movie!”
“Sure it was, Jack and Rose had sex then he dies. It’s got a death curse.” You dropped the necklace back on the pile. Sam was looking through the pile when he unfolded a tapestry, shaking it out.
“Sex can get you killed there? Shit that sucks.” Bucky went wide-eyed and you shrugged.
“In movies, it's guaranteed to be a disaster of some kind. I don’t make the rules.”
“Where did this come from?” Sam asked while unfolding it to show a unicorn and Wade reached over snatching it.
“A movie called Cabin In The Woods.”
You and Sam shrug, Bucky is now just beyond lost and waiting for any of it to make sense.
“Y’all never seen Cabin In The Woods? Oh, we have to, it's got the world's best blonde himbo in it.” Wade started going off, if it was at all possible, he would have been giving heart eyes at it. “Course he’s missing the long luscious hair.” He sighed sadly and delicately folded it back together. “Not that any of it matters, because I ruined the horror movie verse.”
You huff with your hands falling out to your sides, looking at all the stuff piled at your feet. “I can see why, it's ALL got to be returned Wade, no if’s and’s or but’s. It’s not just Jason missing his mask, it's all this other crucial stuff too.”
Wade sulked a bit and Sam clapped him on his shoulder with a chuckle. “How about we let you take something from here?”
Wade perked up a bit at that. “The shield?”
“No…”
“Winter Soldier Arm?” Wade asked as he admired Bucky's arm and Bucky scowled at him.
“Try it and I will stab you in the head.”
“You probably shouldn't do that.” Wade made a circle with his finger and shoved his pointer finger through it. “I get terribly horny whenever that happens. I’m already crushing on you, Bucky Boo Bear. Ask Chrome Dome back in my verse, I was so ready to take his steel cock right up the...”
“We will think of something Wade.” You stop him from finishing his sentence while stuffing the last of the stuff back in his knapsack and hand it to him, keeping out Jason’s mask. “Let’s just return all this stuff, shall we?”
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Wade's device to get to alternate universes was fairly easy, much easier than the bullshit they had to deal with jumping quantum realms with Dr.Pym’s technology. “Damn where was that when we were collecting the stones? So much easier.” You questioned while brushing yourself off after the four of you landed in a heap in the woods.
“Easier?” Sam grunted while pushing to a stand after pushing Bucky off him. “Christ man, you weigh a ton.”
Bucky landed against Wade who suddenly wrapped his arms around him with a squeeze. “You don't weigh too much for me Boo Bear.”
“Get off!” Bucky pushed himself from Wade's hold, pushing up to a stand as well. “So what's the plan, do we have a plan?”
“Of course we got a plan.” You take the mask and stuff it in the small of your back. “We get the mask back to Jason so he can go on his rampage of terror and restore order back to the Friday the Thirteenth verse.”
“I have a confession.” Wade made them all pause and he rubbed the back of his head. “It wasn’t just the mask.”
You groaned and Sam hung his head in defeat. Bucky glared at the merc. “What else Wade?”
“The machete.” He took it out from his suit, Sam tilting his head.
“I don't even want to know where you stashed that in your suit.
Wade gave a laugh and snorted. “You really don't.”
“Jason has no mask and no weapon. Seriously Wade?”
He whispered loudly. “Superfan. X-Force, roll out.”
All four of you start marching towards where the lake shimmered through the tree with the reflection of the moon. Screams were soon picked up, assuming it was the campers being attacked. “That's gotta be Jason now.” Breaking out in a jog, all four of you break the treeline to see Jason standing on a dock outstretched over the lake, in his hands a rubber chicken kept coming down with a loud squawk on some poor camper.
You stuttered to a stop, watching the scene unfold before you. The camper he was beating with the rubber chicken rolled off the dock and started swimming away, another girl went rushing on the dock, holding a stick like it was a spear, and chucked it at Jason.
The weapon bounced off his chest with a clatter and he howled, grotesque face twisting in rage as he swung his rubber chicken over his head and started to chase after the girl. “YOU GAVE HIM A RUBBER CHICKEN WADE?!”
Wade burst out laughing, holding his sides. “Oh god, I can’t handle it. It’s too good, ya know! A- haha- rubber- haaaa.” Unable to finish his sentence, he pried his mask up to wipe the tears streaming from his eyes.
“That girl is gonna get beat with a rubber chicken.” Bucky put on a burst of speed to go help her when you called his name to stop him. “He’s basically on top of her. She can’t hide; no place to hide.”
“Buck don’t…” You jogged forward and grasped his arm. “He isn’t going to kill her, look.” You pointed and sure enough, a bunch of other campers started chasing Jason, who was screaming and running away, clutching his rubber chicken.
Sam reached them with Wade not far behind, watching it unfold. “They are not scared of him.” Sam breathed out in a rush and Wade nodded.
“And that’s the issue, Jason doesn't go on a murdering rampage, no one is scared of him. Back in your verse, a whole generation doesn’t grow up watching Friday the Thirteenth. The day loses all meaning and there is an overabundance of rubber chicken murders that happen, it's a whole thing, it isn't pretty. A whole lot of chickens stuffed where they shouldn’t go.”
“We gotta get him back his stuff.” You state while grabbing the mask.
“Yup and quick too, cause this is turning into a joke now.” Sam said while Bucky next to him snarked.
“As if it wasn’t already, what are we doing?”
“Simple, you and Sam distract the campers, Wade and I will get Jason back on track.”
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It wasn't hard to draw Jason into the woods once the campers were drawn away. Wade held out his arms like he was going in for a hug, embracing a scared and shivering Jason.
“Come on buddy, me and you, let's go for a walk.”
You hid just out of sight, watching this unfold.
“Those kids, they sure were mean to you, huh buddy?”
Jason gave a grunt and a nod, Wade patting him on his back that made a sickening squelching noise. You winced, thinking about how he had spent all that time underwater, rotting basically.
“My friend here, well she has some presents for you. I think we should trade back right? I mean, what's this rubber chicken gonna do?” Wade plucked the chicken right out of Jason’s hands, which the horror character made a grunt and reached to grab it back.
“No buddy, we got something better.” Wade giggled while you stepped out, holding up a hockey mask and machete. Jason immediately seemed to take interest.
“You remember Jason?” You asked cautiously while taking a step forward. “You needed them, to avenge your mom.”
“Mo-om-my?” Jason grunted out, his eyes going downcast and Wade once more patted his back sympathetically.
“Yeah Buddy, those campers were awful mean to her.”
A crash from far off and the sound of Bucky yelling your name made you give Wade a speed-up motion with your hands, looking over Wade’s shoulder to see Bucky and Sam bolting down the path, behind them a bunch of angry campers chasing after them.
“Get Mommy-issues stabby stabby back in gear Y/N!” Sam shouted as the two men started skidding down a hill, trying to control themselves.
You were out of time and you guys couldn't do much here without affecting another verse’s timeline. You stride to Jason, sticking the machete in his hand and snapping the hockey mask on his face.
“Listen to me you big stupid horror movie cliche, you got one job, kill the campers. Ya hear? They murdered your mom. Go get ‘em big boy!” You shoved Jason around and pointed at the campers shouting down at the group.
Jason seemed to not get it, but then his hand clasped tightly around the machete handle and he lunged forward to chase after the campers, passing by Sam and Bucky as they bolted past as fast as they could.
Wade was cheering and doing a victory dance in the middle of the forest. “Jason, Jason, He’s our man, if he can’t kill ya, no one can, GOOOOO JASON!” There was a roar as Jason crested the hill and then he disappeared from sight. Sam and Bucky reached them just as screams started behind him, both men hunched over, hands braced on thighs trying to catch their breaths.
“Get us out of here!” Bucky demanded. Wade flicked his wrist to activate the time-traveling device, tapping on it.
“You guys want to help me return anything else?” He asked hopefully. All three of you shouted ‘NO!’ and then the world spun, spitting you four back out into the common room from before.
Laying out on the floor, when you got your senses back, you tilted your head towards Sam and Bucky near you.
“What the hell even happened with the campers?”
Sam pushed himself to sit up, rubbing the back of his head that must have thumped on the floor. “Mr. Fashion Sense over here started dissing their clothing style.”
“Well, it wasn't practical for camping, Sam. Someone had to say it.” Bucky snapped and you just groaned while trying to stand up. Wade was sitting cross-legged nearby, his chin resting on his palm as he watched the three of you.
“Oh Bucky, you have impeccable fashion sense.” Wade shared. Bucky sputtered as he pulled himself up.
“How long are we stuck with him?”
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You carried the bowl of popcorn to the couch and claimed your spot in the middle, Sam curling up in the corner and Bucky in the other. You were the designated snack person keeping the big giant bowl in your lap.
“What movie are we doing? Please, not Friday the Thirteenth, I honestly don't think I can handle that without thinking about Wade.” Sam pleaded and you shook your head, pulling up the movies.
“No, I promised Wade we would watch Cabin In The Woods.”
“Do you guys really trust him for cinema taste?” Bucky asked curiously while reaching for a handful and tossing pieces up to catch them.
“Well imagine the sleepover he will insist on when he comes back and figures out we didn't watch his movie.” You are about to hit play when Wade strode into the room, hugging a giant unicorn to his chest.
“Yes, imagine indeed. Make room for Big Red!” He pushed his way to the couch, wedging himself down on the floor in front of the couch. Reaching behind him to grab a handful of popcorn, his other hand rolling up his mask. “Ooh, so buttery, warm and salty. Just how I imagined Buc-”
“Wade shut it, the movies started.” Sam nudged him with his foot while Bucky sunk down in the couch, his hand covering his eyes while grumbling.
Soon the movie caught everyone's attention and you noticed Wade kept fidgeting at your feet, whispering. “Here he comes, oooh, here he comes.”
You focus on the screen and then a big blonde man dressed like a teenager walks onto the screen. His hair was cropped short, and he wasn't dressed in Asgardian armor. But there was no denying who it was when he started speaking.
Sam started leaning closer to the screen. “Is-”
You dropped the next word. “That-”
And Bucky certainly wasn't going to be left out. “Thor?”
Wade started nodding and waving his hands to shut you all up. “Yes, big blonde himbo, who else would I be talking about?”
You could only shrug and Wade sighed, turning back towards the movie. “He is so cute here, but don't worry Buckaroo. You are still my favorite.”
Now thru Sunday night, I’m looking for Friday the 13th Flash Fiction pieces.
Who? MC should be any Marvel or DC characters, or characters played by their actors. They can feature OFCs or readers.
What? They can be sweet. They can be smutty or dark (if so they should be properly labeled). Bonus points if you scare me or make me laugh.Fics should be minimum 500 words. All types of stories or welcome but absolutely no sexual content with minors.
Must include:
Takes place on Friday the 13th
Either a machete, a hockey mask, or a spear
One of the following movie quotes:
“It's got a death curse!“
“You were supposed to leave!”
“Look what you did to him!”
“She can't hide; no place to hide.”
“You're doomed! You're all doomed!”
Where? Post your fic here on Tumblr and tag me. Also use the tag #JF13FF.
When? Now thru Sunday, August 15th
Why? Why the hell not?
Can’t wait to see what you come up with. 😈🤞🙏😎😱
THE STORIES
Final Girl @jtargaryen18 (Mr. Freezy/Robert Pronge x Reader)
The Greatest Trick in the World @specialk-18 (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes & Reader)
Knifepoint @boxofbonesfic (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)
Mask and You Shall Receive @redhairedfeistynerd (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Run Rabbit Run @dreamlessinparis (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)
When You Are A Superfan... @sweater-daddiesdumbdork (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x Reader)
You Were Supposed to Leave @autumnrose40 (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Reader)
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Soft Dark Ghost Steve Rogers/Human Female Reader
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You loved this house.
It might be a bit big for just you, but it was by the beach, up high on a cliff, the view was to die for and the price had been just right when buying it. It was a fixer upper you were told, but....very little has needed fixing up, so you wonder what the catch is, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
This was your house now, for better or for worse.
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You loved this house.
But at night, you didn’t so much. It creaked, it groaned, he almost whispered to you in the dark, in the night. You always kept little lamps and nightlights on because you were not a huge fan of the dark and yet, it seemed as if the shadows of the house had their own shadows.
But during the day, the house was lovely, bathed in light, it was like two different houses, but you knew you would get used to it, you just needed time.
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You’re sipping tea when it first starts, when it really starts, the whispers in the dark at night were a test and now...you look to the mantel above the fire place, it’s been pretty bare, a few knickknacks, a few pictures of loved ones long gone but tonight…..there’s a simple face mask on it, a hockey mask.
You blink and put down your tea, walking over to it, you pick it up and rub your thumb over the wood of it, it feels old, worn, something from a time even longer gone. You must have not seen it when you bought the house, with a shrug you put it back and go back to your tea.
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The next day after you come in from swimming down at the beach, there’s….a simple little music box on your mantel. You notice the hockey mask is gone and wonder if you are seeing things. Then you wonder if someone broke in, but…..nothing seems missing, you do look and truly find nothing missing.
It sets you a bit on edge, but when you pick up the music box and open the lid, the music that plays is soft, as a little soldier with a shield dances around in place of a ballerina. Your eyes focus on it…..something picks at your mind, like you’ve seen it before but….nothing comes.
With a huff, you put it back, you’ll make sure to lock the doors and windows just in case, maybe the mask had been a dream you had or something.
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The whispers that night are louder, and you don’t sleep well, but by morning, you finally get some good sleep.
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A few days later finds you coming in with the mail in your hands, going through letters and bills when you look to the mantel and you scream because the music box is gone and in its place is a spear….huge, long and sharp. It lays down the width of the mantel, and you know the music box had been there when you went to get the mail.
With trembling fingers you dial 911.
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They of course find nothing once they get out to your house, and you can tell by their faces, they don’t really believe you, they just see you as some silly woman scared of everything or over nothing at all.
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Your sleep now suffers a bit and you sleep with many lights on, but you can only truly fall asleep once it’s light outside once more.
The whispers don’t come that night.
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Nothing happens for days, but when it comes your coffee cup falls to the ground as you startle back against one of the kitchen windows. Your breathing is uneven, it’s like you can’t move as your eyes take in all the cabinet doors open wide. Your eyes fill with tears, scared.
When you run from the room and go to your open front door, it slams closed in your face and you scream backing up fast. You had wanted to let in the cool breeze and now…..the house feels freezing. When you spin around to the kitchen…..you blink your eyes not understanding.
The kitchen is….fine, no doors open.
You burst into tears not understanding what was wrong with you.
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Nothing weird happens for weeks after that, you think maybe it was just nerves, or daydreams as the weeks go into fall, your favorite time. The leaves are turning orange, the temps are cooler, which leaves you more prone to keep windows open at night.
That night as you sleep, a gloved hand pets your hair gently, “Soon.”
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You wake up feeling refreshed, and decide to go into town to the farmers market. Once you get back, you go about starting to bake, apple pie to start, you put on some music, the only music you can find is something jazzy and old, but you don’t care. It fills the house nicely as you cut up the apples to use.
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A few nights go by, you bake everyday, you must eat more then you realize because the baked goods always go so fast.
Tonight you bake some peach cobbler, humming to the jazzy music, swaying around in your favorite sundress and sweater, hair messy and out of place, bare feet tapping on the hardwood floors.
Tonight was Friday the 13th and you wondered if you should watch something spooky, though....with the way things had been, maybe not.
You don’t notice the man behind you, you don’t notice him watching you, to lost in your own little world, you don’t notice him come closer, until he’s touching your shoulder, you startle and turn around, screaming when you back up away from...the man in front of you, you know your front door was closed and locked.
Maybe he got in through a window, though….when he walks closer to you, the moon beams through the window…..seem to go right through him, your wide terrified eyes take him in….uniform...torn, dried blood all over his hair….was….did he need help?….but then why did the light go through him?
When he cages you in, you whimper and cry, your fear is high, his shockingly blue eyes take you in, “I won’t hurt you, it’s ok, I just couldn’t stand not being able to show myself anymore…...I left you gifts.”
Tears run down your cheeks as you…..take in what he said…”Gifts?”
His smile is….surprisingly soft, “Yes, the music box? The mask? The spear?”
“O…..oh.”
His smile fades and he frowns…..”You didn’t like them?”
“I…..yes...yes I did.”
His frown morphs into a scowl, “I don’t like liars.”
“I….” you struggle to speak.
You gulp, “I did….like them..but I...didn’t know what to do….with the mask and spear.” you stutter out.
His hands frame your face, some of the scowl leaves his features, “You promise?”
You nod the best you can….scared shitless, “Yes...I loved the music box, what….what was the song?”
His features soften once more, “It’s been a long, long time, it’s my favorite song.”
“O...oh.”
He studies you, thumbs sweeping over your cheekbones, “It’s time you become mine sweetheart.”
That….sends you into a blind terror and you struggle to get away from him but he keeps you there pinned to the window and wall, arms around you and forces a kiss on you, you struggle and wiggle, but…..it’s like, you are suddenly high and sluggish, you sink into his arms and he sighs happily, “Much better love.”
He pulls back enough to see your face and smiles softly, seeing your dazed, hazy eyes, looking up at him so sweetly, he can’t help nuzzling his nose into yours, “You’re mine now, my cute little wife.”
“Yes husband.” you breathe out as if in a dream, smiling dreamily up at him.
