Raymond Wadsworth | Suburban Gothic | NSFW One-Shots

Ulterior Motives

Prompt(s): 
1. Raymond is already used to sleeping on a bed that's too small.
2. Sleeping over at Raymond's house and you get spooked in the middle of the night and climb into bed with him (yes his tiny bed).
3. There's a blackout and you're both afraid of the dark.

A/N: Hello my friends! This is 1 out of 2 of my submissions for the "Only 1 Bed" event I did where writers got to choose from a set of prompts (I chose a few) inspired by the "only one bed" trope! This is where two characters find themselves (usually unexpectedly) sharing a bed!

The pairing is GN!Reader x Raymond Wadsworth from Matthew's movie Suburban Gothic. I also wanna give a huge thank you to @reidgraygubler for supplying some of the inspiration for this story, and for the Ouija board idea at the end! Go check out their work, because I love it!

Warnings: Only one bed trope, friends to lovers, AFAB!Reader, ghost exhibitionism, paranormal activity, one mention of weed, using a Ouija board, handjob, fingering, unprotected sex/penetration, creampie, hickeys, humour

Summary: Raymond is convinced he's being haunted but can't put an end to it. Reader has an idea, but learns the ghost has other plans. They climb into bed together to feel less scared, but his bed is awfully small...

Word Count: 6.1k

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If you asked me why I was sitting on the floor with flaming candles strategically placed around me on an otherwise pretty normal weeknight, I'd have to tell you that it was because of my best friend, Raymond. He was... unique to say the least. Definitely flamboyant, and sadly easily manipulated by others, but he was one of the only friends I had.

Stuff like this, communicating with the supernatural, was something we often did together. He'd ask for help, and I'd come. The dumb activities we did were enough to receive several second glances, but I always enjoyed them, whatever they were. Only this time, we weren't out in public.

We had known each other for a while now. We met because I worked at a thrift store, and Raymond came in to shop all the time. His fashion sense was unconventional; it was unlike anything I'd ever seen a grown man wear. European was how his father described it, but I just thought he looked charming.

And when he walked in that first day, he caught my eye immediately. I knew he was someone special. Well, that, and because it was hard not to notice him when he was accompanied by such a racket all of the time.

You see, his parents used to come with him on these shopping trips, despite him being way too old for that. He and his father never really got along. They were always arguing, and it was pretty obvious that his father viewed Raymond as a disappointment.

The shopping trips were a source of tension in his family, especially to his father, and so it wasn't a surprise that I could overhear their fights throughout the small store. They were yelling, after all, and that was how I came to know who Raymond was.

On the other hand, I could tell that his mother adored him. They never fought while they shopped, and Raymond always looked out for her. He was clearly a momma's boy.

She was a sweet lady too, always insisting that she buy the clothes for him, and she showered him with affection for anything he did, no matter how small. I'd watch as she'd kiss his cheeks and see the way his face softened with the love he had for her. It gave me hope, because it solidified the fact that he was quite possibly the only man in this shithole town that was sweet.

But even if he wasn't with his parents, or if he didn't wear the clothes that he did, I was bound to notice him anyway, because he was beautiful.

He was enthusiastic about everything we did, and it never felt like the day was a failure, no matter what we got up to. It often included interacting with the supernatural, something that either went extremely well or extremely horribly; there was no in between.