Dead in Love (Nico x Reader)

Classic Movie Date

As suggested by @Litch_
Here we go. (F/F)= favorite flowers btw

-Nico's P.O.V- (look at me shaking things up)

  I nervously knocked on (Y/N)'s cabin door and adjusted my grip on the bouquet of  (F/F). She answered a few moments later and leaned casually against the door frame. She wore ripped dark washed skinny jeans, a graphic tee, some almost blindingly red converse, and a classic leather jacket. 

  "What do we have here?" she took the flowers from my outstretched hand and sniffed them.  

  To clarify, I've been happily dating (Y/N) for about 4 months, but we've always been really laid back. No flowers or 'cheesy' gifts. But I wanted to try out this kind of date. 

  "Ready, Mr. Di Angelo?" She said as she hooked her arm through mine after putting the flowers in a vase. 

  "As I'll ever be, Miss (L/N)," I smiled down at her and led her out of campgrounds to the nearest movie theater. 

 -Time skip because I'm lazy-

  We reached the movie theater earlier than I planned, so that meant that we had time to kill. We slid into a booth in a nearby vintage dinner and ordered milkshakes.  I nervously fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, all though I'm not really sure I was nervous. 

  "Are you okay, Nico?" (Y/N) gently touched my restless hands. I nodded in a way that made it 100% clear that I was nervous and she cocked her head at me. Her expression also made it clear that she in no way believed me.

  "Spill," She leaned back and crossed her arms and that adorable way that I love.

  "I don't know why I'm nervous," I looked at my hands, "I guess I just want out date to be perfect." 

  "Nico," she took my hands, "As much as I hate saying such a cheesy thing, as long as your with me and smiling I could barely care any less about what we do." 

  "Then you wouldn't mind if this was a really cheesy movie date?" I looked up at her from under my bangs and grinned sheepishly. 

  "Oh, is that what we're doing?" (Y/N) laughed, "But yes, I don't mind." 

  "Good, because we need to get to the theater," I grabbed her hand and led her out the door. 

-Time skip part 2 because I'm still lazy- 

  We sat quietly in the movie theater as the last few commercials played. (Y/N) happily snacked on our shared popcorn even though we both knew that it was actually hers.  The movie we chose to watch was some old classic romance movie that the theater changed every weekend. Neither of us really cared what it was about, and we couldn't tell you what it was about afterward. 

  About 30 minutes I attempted probably the most classic moves in the book. I casually ("casually") yawned, stretching my arms above my head and then resting one of them around (Y/N) shoulders. She snuggled willingly against me and rested her head on my chest. I grinned and hugged her closer. 

  "You got the moves, Di Angelo," She said, still with her eyes on the screen.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," I feigned ignorance. I felt her quietly laugh and look up at me. 

  "You weren't lying about this being the classic movie date."

  "And why would I lie to you, mi regina," I looked down at her smiling face.

  "I didn't mean to accuse you of lying to me, how shall you ever forgive me," (Y/N) stuck out her lower lip in a fake pout.

  "I forgave you the second there was anything to forgive," I pecked her pouty lip and turned it into a smile. 

  "Thank the gods, now give me a real kiss."

  She reached up and placed a hand delicately on my cheek, search my eyes for Aphrodite knows what, then leaned up to attach her soft lips to mine. Thankfully there was no one else watching the movie with us, probably because the movie was terrible with the worlds most boring plot, so no one would complain about the couple making out in the back.

  We walked out hand in hand after our movie date. Thinking back on it, I always feel stupid for being nervous. After all, it's not like it was our first ever date, but it was our first 'real' date so to speak. Whatever date I go on with (Y/N), as long as she's happy I could care less what happens, to steal a page from her book.

  Sorry if this sucks, I've never been on any kind of date because I'm still a smol child to most people and I have better things to do, like stress over fiction boys, not real boys... that would sound depressing to most people but that's just my life. And now I'm off topic. I hope you liked it, leaving any requests or ideas you have in the comments please, it helps me a ton.

 ~Trash