"TWO TICKETS FOR CINDERHELLA, please!" you spoke, smiling as you took out your wallet. clapton had his arm around you, looking around the theater. he noticed someone sneaking glances at you, making him squint. the two of you went over to the snacks. "alright, time for you to hold up your part of the deal" you said as you looked at the various candies. clapton chuckled. "yeah, yeah.." he replied as he took out some money.
he saw the same person looking at you again. "the hell is their problem?" who?" you asked, looking where clapton was looking. they quickly turned away, acting as if they were doing something else.
"maybe we should just come back another day.." you suggested as you began to feel uncomfortable. "nah, i'm not canceling this because of some creep. i'll handle them if i see them staring at you again" clapton reassured as he paid for a bucket of popcorn. you hesitantly nodded as the two of you entered the room showing cinderhella.
you both had decided to sit in the middle row, since it wasn't too close or too far.
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you quietly chuckled as clapton ate the popcorn from your hand, the male smiling afterwards. you were both having a good time, the movie was even pretty good! around the halfway point, however, the projector started to fuck up, which halted the movie. clapton looked up to where the projector was, groaning. "damn movie people.." his eyes trailed, landing on the same person from earlier. clapton growled as he stood from his seat. "clapton, where are you going?" you asked, confused. "just stay there" he replied as he approached the person.
"what's your problem, dude?!" clapton spoke, gripping onto the collar of their shirt. "i-i.." "'i-i' SPEAK UP! gimme a reason not to pummel you!" he threatened. "w-well, your friend just looked pretty and i wanted to..just watch them..i guess.." they replied. clapton then punched at them a few times. a few workers ran over, pulling clapton away from the person. "YOU WHAT?! don't you EVER look at them again, or else i'll pull your fucking eyes out" clapton said angrily, struggling against the workers. the other people watched everything go down, including you.
how were you supposed to feel? happy that clapton protected you? mad that he made a scene? scared since he literally threatened to pull their eyes out? you had no idea..
eventually, clapton was kicked out from the theater. "of course that bastard gets to stay in, HE'S A STALKER, BY THE WAYYY!" he yelled into the building. you walked out, a small frown on your face. "oh- they kicked you out too?" clapton asked. you shook your head.
"i didn't wanna leave you alone out here" you replied as the two of you began to walk. "uhm..i'm having mixed feelings about that whole thing. i'm glad that you're so protective, but holy shit, that was overkill!" you spoke. "i'll tone it down next time. and sorry that you won't get to see cinderhella" clapton said. "it's fine, it'll be on dvd sooner or later anyways." you smiled at clapton as you spoke, making him smile in return.
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requested by - mystr4berries (sorry this took so long 😭)
i got a 4-movie collection of the hunger games yesterday, and i finished the first one (pretty solid)
also, im thinking of making a peeta book (like how my mike one is). thoughts?
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《 j. hutcherson | oneshots 》
Fanfiction《 COMPLETED 》 i said i was gonna do this in my mike schmidt x reader, lets gooooo fair warning tho, ive only seen a couple of these movies and shows so im basing everything off of google edit: ive actually seen most of these movies and shows now, im...
