Horror Films & Cuddling

                                    

                                          
Requested by my queen @bowmendes (:
                          
You didn't think that Poltergeist would be as scary as everyone says it is, since horror movies never really frightened you. 
                          
You planned a night alone to stay in and watch it, but, even though you didn't think you would get scared, you should never watch a horror movie alone. So you invited over Shawn, your boyfriend of five months. The reason for the invite was partly for company, but mainly you just wanted to torture him. 
                          
He was the type of person to become terrified at a little jump, so he wouldn't be much comfort, but he was up for it.
                          
He knocked on the door a little after 9pm, holding a box of your favorite candy and a shit-eating grin. 
                          
"Hey Y/N," He blushes, pulling you in for a hug. 
                          
"Hey, Shawn," You return his smile, feeling him kiss your forehead as his arms wrap around you, something he always does when the two of you hug. 
                          
He shuts the door for you, walking in and setting the candy down on the counter. He turns around, still smiling at you. 
                          
"What are we watching?" He asks, biting his lip. 
                          
You smirk playfully. "A movie."
                          
"What movie?" 
                          
"You'll see," You say as you grab his hand, pulling him towards the couch. "You'll like it."
                          
"Ha ha, oh baby... I can tell when you're lying."
                          
You sit down on the couch and cross your legs, following his gaze all the way down to your level. "What are you talking about?"
                          
"The tone of your voice changes," He explains, causally leaning towards you. "So that means I'm going to hate this mysterious movie. Meaning; it's either a sappy rom com or a horror movie."
                          
"It's neither of those," You say without a moment's pause, avoiding eye contact so you wouldn't give yourself away. "Let's just watch the movie. Go get my candy."
                          
"So demanding," He sighs, standing up as you flicker the tv on and press play on the already-popped-up menu, just in time before he turns around. 
                          
"So how was your day?" You ask nonchalantly, waiting for the movie to start as Shawn shuts off the lights of your small apartment. 
                          
"It was okay I guess," He shrugs. "I was missing you all day. Glad I'm here now."
                          
"I'm glad you're glad," You respond, taking the box of candy from him the second he sits down. 
                          
"Did you make popcorn? Awe," He coos, his brown eyes locking on yours as he points to the filled bowl on the coffee table.
                          
You scoot closer to his cuddled up body, and he instantly adjusts, sliding his arm behind your back and placing his fingers gently on your hip. When you lean your head on his shoulder, he kisses your forehead again with his soft, plump lips. 
                          
As soon as the movie starts, Shawn knew what is was. 
                          
He gasps. "Oh, god, Y/N."
                          
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to watch it alone!"
                          
He pushes you off of him and stands up to leave, but you pull him right back down. 
                          
"Stop being such a baby!" You yell, struggling to contain your laughter. He was looking at you like you were out of your mind. 
                          
His eyes never leave yours, his lips barely moving as he mutters, "why am I so f.ucking whipped?"
                          
You grin in pure triumph, returning to your previous position as he sighs loudly. 
                          
It didn't start out as scary, but as the movie went on, there were some parts that made you jump. That means Shawn was internally dramatically throwing himself off a bridge. 
                          
You turn to look at him during the climax, admittedly terrified and seeking comfort. He looks back at you, not saying anything as he pulls you in closer and stokes the top of your head with his palm. 
                          
"It's just a movie," He whispers softly. "We can turn it off."
                          
You didn't have time to wonder about how he was being so brave, before you scrambled for the remote and flickered the tv off. 
                          
"This was not a good idea," You laugh, while taking deep breaths. 
                          
He was still staring at you, and suddenly he giggles. "God, Y/N, you're so cute when you're scared. I just wanted to kiss you so bad. But I resisted the urge."
                          
"Because you were terrified too," You roll your eyes, tapping his nose as he blinks. 
                          
"Hey," He holds up his hands in surrender, "I just comforted you."
                          
"Touché," You shrug. 
                          
"And," He continues, "Even if the situation was different-- I'll always be there for you. I'll try to stop being such a coward."
                          
"I'll hold you to that," You laugh lightly. "But for now, wanna make out?"
                          
He hardly has time to mumble "of course," before you were already pulling him in. 
                          
**
                          
I still can't believe you guys actually got me to 1k in less than two weeks. You are so amazing omg
                          
Thank you so much for over 300k reads! Also check out my new Shawn fic "Relapse" cuz it's pretty fun to write and hopefully you will enjoy it. 
                          
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