Anon requested: Could you maybe write one where Sam Colby Elton Corey and the reader do an overnight video somewhere creepy and scary stuff happens so it makes Colby get extra protective of the reader? Btw your imagines are so amazing and so well written!! 💕
“Are you seriously asking me to stay the night at a graveyard with you guys? With the Ouija board? Have you met me?” You asked while looking at Colby in disbelief. The two of you were laying on his bed, you had just gotten off of work and he was editing a video. He had asked you to come with him, Elton, Sam, and Corey to film a TFIL video. “Uh, yeah. It’ll be fun, where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked sarcastically. “Adventure? Adventure is hiking up a mountain or jumping out of a plane, its not summoning demons and sleeping on gravestones.” You laughed.
“C’mon, babe. I’m serious, nothing is going to happen. If anything, I’ll protect you.” He said the last part while making his voice way deeper and sticking out his chest, making you giggle. “You know If a demon actually wanted to kill us, we’d all be fucked, and no amount of bicep will save us. But fine, I’ll go but I’m not touching that board.” You reasoned. He agreed, and the two of you decided to take a nap before you left, since you probably wouldn’t get much sleep that night.
The later it got, the more nervous you felt about the whole ordeal. Aren’t there, like rules about graveyards? We have to be pissing something off by staying there but playing the board is another story. You thought to yourself while packing your backpack for the night. “Ready?” Colby asked as he appeared in the doorway. “It’s Satan o’clock.” He joked while looking at his watch. “You’re hilarious,” You said with a straight face. “And yeah, ready as I’ll ever be.” You sighed and swung the bag onto your back.
The five of you piled into Elton’s car and began driving. Elton used every opportunity to try and scare everyone by telling the history of the location, so you put in your headphones to drown him out. The less you knew the better, right? Colby could sense your anxiety so he put his arm around you and pulled you into him. When you arrived, you reluctantly left the safety of the car and followed closely behind Colby, already wanting to grab his hand. You didn’t expect to be this scared, this quickly, but the graveyard gave you a really strange feeling that you couldn’t quite place.
While Elton did his intro, you were fine. You stood in frame, beside everyone, and tried to look like you weren’t already terrified. However, not surprisingly, as soon as Elton mentioned the Ouija board, your uneasy feeling grew. They all decided not to look around first, but to just jump right in with the board. You and Corey weren’t playing, so you sat together behind the group, but still in view of the camera.
Elton started with the classic, “Are there any spirits that want to communicate with us tonight?” and the planchette moved to yes. Of course there are. You thought. “How old are you?” It moved to the number six and stayed there. Amazing, its a kid too. You looked over at Corey, who looked just as afraid as you did, which made you feel slightly better. “Do you want to harm any of us?” Elton asked. You watched in horror as it moved to yes, unable to take your eyes off of it. You felt sick. Elton, Sam, and Colby all looked at each other with concern. “Okay,” Elton continued. “Who exactly do you want to harm?” Slowly, the planchette started to spell your name. “Who ever is doing that, fucking stop, it isn’t funny.” You spoke up. “We aren’t doing this, (Y/N).” Elton said.
He and Sam were both looking at you while the planchette still spelled out letters. Colby was just staring at it, in shock. “Colby if you’re doing tha-” You started, but you were cut off by the piece flying off of the board and landing at your feet. You jumped up and screamed. Suddenly, you found it very hard to breathe and your chest felt heavy. You had never had a panic attack before, but you were pretty sure this was it. Colby got to you first and helped you sit down while ordering Elton to take the board as far away from you as possible. The boys crowded around you which made you even more upset. “Can you guys give her some space? She can’t breathe!” Colby yelled before looking down at you.
“Baby, I need you to focus on my voice and try to take some slow, deep breaths.” You nodded and started to match your breathing with his. When your heart rate returned to normal, the tears came. You reached for Colby and he scooped you into his lap. You clung to him for dear life and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly and stroked your hair, trying to comfort you. “What’s going to happen to me?” You wept into his chest. “Nothing is going to happen to you, Love. We are all going to leave right now.” He reached under your shirt and started to rub soothing circles on your back. “We aren’t leaving, it’s only 3 am.” You heard Elton say, making your breathing erratic again.
“This isn’t the fucking time Elton, she’s more important than this video and if you won’t drive us, I’m calling an uber. Colby went to stand and picked you up with him. You wrapped your legs around him to help him hold you up. “I’m with Colby on this one, Elton, that’s really fucked up.” Corey added. Sam agreed with Corey, and Elton finally complied to driving all of you home. Colby carried you to the car and helped you in, only letting go of you to climb in himself.
When you pulled into the driveway, Colby went to pick you up again, but you stopped him. “I can walk, Baby. I’m okay now.” You said softly, giving him a reassuring smile. He nodded and let you climb out of the car by yourself, but he didn’t let go of your hand. You said goodnight to everyone as he led you upstairs to the bedroom. You changed clothes and collapsed into bed, exhausted.
Colby climbed in after you, and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him and tangled your legs in his, your head finding its place on his chest. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I didn’t make you come with me.” He stared at the ceiling. His voice faltered slightly as he spoke. You looked up at him. “I agreed to come. This isn’t anyone’s fault.” You planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then placed your hand on his cheek and turned his head so that you could look into his eyes. “You are not responsible for what happened tonight. I love you.” You leaned in and have him a real kiss, which he returned eagerly, as if it was what he needed to know that you didn’t have any resentment for him. “I love you, too.” He breathed, and you felt his body relax under you.
The two of you stayed this way all night, interlaced in one another. Both of you were completely drained from the night’s events, and didn’t plan on doing anything like that again.
