Okay! So I just got this idea from watching House Bound with my dad and step mom. It's really cool! I will not spoil the ending but that is the film in this one-shot. I recommend it! As in seriously. The plot is fucking amazing!
(Warning: You being a total pussy 👻!)
"Okay!" You exclaimed, sitting down next to your boyfriend. You tucked your feet under your ass as you sat, finding it comfortable. "What're we watching?" You beamed looking at Marshall.
A slight smirk tweaked his lips,"You think you can take it?"
"Hell yeah!" You smiled.
"It's called House Bound." He looked down at his phone and read the description,"A would-be thief is remanded to the custody of her estranged mother, who turns out to be correct in her assertion that evil spirits are afoot in their family domicile." He glanced at you for your reaction, which you hadn't given.
"That was just a pile of words, show me the trailer." You said.
Marshall scooted up to you and leaned into your side. He quickly loaded up the trailer on his phone and held it infront of you. You watched the trailer. (Also up top)
It didn't seem too bad. Maybe a few jumpy parts, but nothing pant wetting. Lucky enough you weren't wearing any, you were only in your underwear and a big baggy t-shirt which used to be your fathers.
"Alright then," You nodded. "Load it up then." You said impatiently.
He simply nodded and loaded it up on the TV. You weren't scared. It was probably a twelve or something. You were nineteen.
As if Marshall had read your mind, he enthused,"It's an 18."
"Oh no," You pretended to be afraid. "A whole year younger then I am. That's terrible!" You snarled sarcastically.
Marshall shrugged,"I've watched this before."
"What happens?!" You squealed as the opening scene came on. It didn't seem very interesting, so you only paid it a small amount of your precious attention.
"I'm not telling you." He smirked. "You just gotta sit through it all and figure out what's gonna happen. I bet you won't figure it out until the end."
"Dickhead." You sulked into the opposite side of the couch.
"And you know it."
*time skip brought to you by Bizarre!*
You screamed and ducked under Marshall's arm. He cooed you and pulled you into his lap. He held your waist as you buried your face into his neck. You'd screamed. Jumped. Yelled. Even whimpered at the jumpy parts of the movie. You wished you hadn't watched it. You didn't even want to look away from the television, afraid that you would see a white figure. Your eyes were glued to the screen.
"Kylie!" You screamed. "You stupid piece of crap! No. No! Don't do that. Don't!"
Marshall shook his head, an amused smile on his face. You were curled up in his lap like a child, but you didn't care. He knew this would happen, he knew that you would be afraid. So he held you tightly, the only sign of assurance and safety that you knew had you. The thing that pissed you off were the amount of plot twists. One moment you thought it was him, the next her, and in the end it was a complete surprise.
The ending credits began to play. You turned to your boyfriend, afraid to leave his arms, your face a picture of pure shock. He smiled slightly and brushed his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, him taking your thighs in his hands as he stood. You held on tightly, just like he did as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom.
He lay you down and crawled ontop,"Don't worry baby, I won't let anyone stab you."
You nodded gratefully.
He rested his body inside of your arms and legs, but supported himself on his elbows. He closed his eyes and let himself wonder off to sleep. You were happy that he'd slept with you like this, because if someone tried to kill you he'd take the blow. You knew it was selfish, but you didn't really care. You were about to fall asleep when a soft groan startled you.
"Shit," Marshall said. "Did you hear that thud?"
"Oh my freakin' god! Shut your mouth and go to sleep before I got damn smother you so you're freaking dead!" You screamed pushing your asshole boyfriend away from you. He burst out laughing and clapped his hands like a retarded seal. Any other night, you'd have kicked his ass onto the couch. But tonight you were too much of a pussy to stay alone.
