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horror movies and snacks💗

Today was Sunday, meaning hockey day! Which also meant. Seeing C/N, you can't wait to see his beautiful C/E/C, not that you'd be close enough to see. But seeing C/N means EVERYTHING to you.

You and your dad approached your side of the rink, where you guys normally sat while you waited for your game to start. You sat on the bench watching the current game going on. You sigh as you realize C/N wasn't here yet. You sigh as you lay your head on the boards. You hadn't got any sleep the night prior so you we're really tired.

You felt someone flick you in the back of the head, you immediately sprung up from the bench and turn around. Only to see C/N.

"Heya Y/N!" He said with that usual bright smile on his face causing you to blush softly.

You look up at him, he was always taller than you. "Hi C/N..." You mumbled blushing softly "Did I scare ya?" He chuckled lightly with a mix of amusement and concern, hoping he didn't scare you too bad. "What? Scare me? Nahhh" you say trying to act cool around him. "sure babe" he joked causing you to blush.

"hey I have a question..." He said with a hint of nervousness in his tone completely catching your attention "Hm? Yeah sure, talk away" you smiled reassuringly. "would you...uhm...this is a lot harder than I anticipated it to be" he chuckled nervously "A-anyway! Would you like to come over after the game? I-I could drive you there! A-and I could drive you home too!" He said, talking fast obviously nervous for your answer. "My parents aren't home and I would really like if you would come over...I wanna get to know you better! And of course it's okay if you don't want to!" You we're speechless. Your cheeks were tinted a bright shade of pink, as were his. You'd be insane to say no to this man. He was a walking golden retriever. "O-of course! Id love to!" You exclaimed excitingly, your words causing C/N's eyes to light up with a hint of excitement and something else you can't exactly comprehend.

(Time skip)

You guys ended up stopping to get snacks on your way to his house, You enter his house happily as you sit on his couch.

As you settle on C/N's couch, the atmosphere feels unexpectedly comfortable despite your initial nerves. You glance around his living room, noting the neatly arranged shelves of books and a collection of hockey memorabilia displayed proudly on the walls. C/N returns with a tray of snacks - popcorn, chips, and soda - placing it on the coffee table between you.

"Thanks for coming over," C/N says, taking a seat beside you with a relaxed smile that puts you at ease. "I hope you like scary movies."

You nod eagerly, though in truth, horror movies terrify you. But you'd endure anything to spend time with C/N. "Yeah, I love them," you reply with a small smile, trying to sound convincing.

As the movie begins, you find yourself peeking through your fingers at the screen during the scary parts, while C/N watches with amused concern, occasionally teasing you gently when you jump at a particularly intense scene.

Midway through the movie, during a particularly tense moment, you feel C/N's hand inching closer to yours on the couch. Your heart races as his fingers brush against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You steal a glance at him and catch his warm gaze, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the TV screen.

"Sorry," he murmurs softly, pulling his hand back slightly as if unsure of your reaction.

"It's okay," you whisper back, surprised at how calm and collected your voice sounds despite the butterflies in your stomach. You find yourself wanting his hand back next to yours, craving that connection more than you expected.

As the movie progresses, you notice C/N stealing glances at you from time to time, his expression a mix of curiosity and something deeper you can't quite define. When the movie finally ends, you realize it's well past midnight.