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movie night frights [ ❥ ]

Though it's the middle of November, Street still insists on putting on a horror film every time you decide on having a movie night. You've been banned from putting on festive movies until December has begun - and you're already calculating how many times you can play Home Alone to get him back for this.

Having worked your way through the Saw franchise - complete with several hours' commentary on how he'd beat all of them - you've begun the Conjuring films next. They're your run-of-the-mill scare flicks, nothing especially scary and nothing to particularly hold your attention - but it allows you the chance to spend a few hours cuddled up under Street's arm with candy galore, so you're not about to complain. Not outwardly, anyways.

Tonight it's the second movie in the series and a piping bowl of popcorn to keep you company. Street, as ever, watches with rapt attention as the movie starts - but still wraps his arm around you, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head as you cuddle into his chest. With the bowl of popcorn resting in his lap, the two of you are well content to eat and chat your way through the evening together.

After a while, you begin to feel yourself growing weary. Maybe it's from the long day just passed, maybe it's the soothing quality of Street's embrace - whatever it is, you decide to give in to it and close your eyes as you nuzzle into Street's chest.

He smiles at the sight, and rubs a hand up and down your back to help you grow comfortable. Feeling you grow slack against him, he holds you just that little bit tighter against him as the movie plays on in front of you.

You're on course for a restful nap when your eyes flutter open momentarily, only to be met with the sight of a jumpscare running its course on the TV. Had you been fully awake it wouldn't have fazed you, but given your half-conscious state it causes you to jolt suddenly and let out a small noise of fear as it fails to register in your head.

Street's arms immediately tighten around you, and he holds you close until you fully wake. It takes you a second to blink yourself awake, and when you do you realise you've got an iron-clad grip on Street like he's all that's keeping you grounded.

"What's the matter?" He asks quietly, worry written all over his features as he takes in your startled form. You try and brush him off but he's having none of it, and his eyes linger on the TV for a second before they land back on you with a slightly quizzical look. "That scare you a little?"

A groggily-uttered fuck off answers him adequately, and he laughs a little as he relaxes back into the sofa. He squeezes you gently, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you cuddle back into him. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe."

"I feel better already." You mumble against him, which makes him smile as you relax into him again with the intention of going right back asleep.