Y/N POV
I roll over in my bed and snuggling Chewie closer.
I don't want to wake up.
Thinking about the past two weeks, I can't help but smile to myself.
It's a little scary how attached I am getting to men who don't really exist.
Sometimes when I fell asleep at night, the men in the mirror would lie on my bed next to me.
They would sometimes move their hands as if to brush the hair from her forehead or face, and although I couldn't see their faces since their back is always to the mirror, I can tell it is a tender gesture.
On those nights I would wake in the morning, and whoever lay with me would still be there as they took turns, resting on their back, looking like they peacefully slept.
Some days I would take the time to admire them, admire their beauty when they had their eyes closed even though they don't know I can see them.
Today the man with the most gorgeous diples is next to me, looking so peaceful with his arms behind his head, his face and body relaxed.
Gone was the concern that marries his features when he is awake.
After battling with myself over the morality of watching him while he isn't aware of my attention, I decide it's only fair as he and his friends have done the same to me.
My roommates and I have come up with a night routine and everything.
Like most of the nights, I took care of my own needs while watching them get as close to me as they could.
Sometimes I would feel a tingling sensation where their hands hovered over my body, and I assumed it was the same energy they used to interact with objects around the house.
Chewie groaned and pushed away from me causing her to laugh. "It's time to get up lazy."
The dog rolls over and jumps up at those words, knowing it was time to go outside and do his business.
Sitting up on the bed, I run my fingers through my hair and rub my eyes before standing.
Walking out the door, I follow Chewie who eagerly walks in front of me, his little butt bouncing about.
It's odd that I woke up alone today, making me wonder where my companions could have gone off to.
I really need to think of a nickname for them, I can't keep calling them Yummy, Sexy, and tasty.
Checking the mirror in the living room, I frown when I see no trace of them.
They all have been my almost constant shadow since the first night I invited them into my bedroom.
I let Chewie out into the backyard, happy I had splurged and had a fence installed around part of it so I wouldn't have to tie him up when he goes to the bathroom.
Even he skirted around the doors that led into the basement.
That was something I am going to have to look into, eventually.
Why the basement gives me the creeps, and have the feeling to avoid it at all costs?
Shrugging, I unlocked the front door to grab the newspaper.
What can I say?, I like to read the comic section while I make my coffee.
Opening it, I find at least a dozen fresh-cut red roses scattered on the front landing, making my body shake.
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Monsters In My Bed. (OT7- Demons)
FanfictionY/N is hiding from a stalking ex that just won't leave her alone. As a last resort, she goes to an old home owned by her family, a home she grew up in. The big house secluded enough from town is the perfect place for her and her dog to hide, only th...
