Summary: Mac and MC watch a horror movie together.
Genre: So much Fluff youβre gonna PERISH
Authorβs note: Mac and MC are in the early stages of their relationship. Also, I switched to first person. The fic shouldβve been shorter but Iβm starting to believe Iβm physically unable to write anything below 1200 words lmao
Summer is almost over and Iβm already nostalgic. The song of crickets outside the open windows fills my ears and my mind as the fresh breeze of late evening comes in, brushes across my face and gently sweeps some strands of hair aside. Soon the leaves will start to fall, the air will get colder and I will forget of the whole comfy βsleeping in your underwear with no duvetβ summer thing.
Mackenzie is staying with me tonight: after our evening stroll we decided to just sit in and cuddle on my couch. Itβs Friday and we can be as late as we want to; Iβm laying down and sheβs sitting with my feet on her lap, tv remote in her hands as sheβs focused on the difficult task of finding a good movie to watch at almost 12 AM.
βHowβs it going with your search?β I ask with an amused smile, stroking her thigh with my feet. Anything would be fine for me, really; as long as sheβs with me, I could watch the worst movie on the planet and still somehow enjoy it.
The bright colors projected by tv ads light up her face and I notice her frown.
βHmm, not much luck. Just some horror movieβ she mumbles, not too excited about it.
I immediately get up in a sitting position and look at the screen, my eyes trying to focus. βOooh! Weβve never watched a horror movie together, have we?β I donβt have that much experience to say that, but it seems to be one of the βthings you absolutely have to do once youβre in a coupleβ. Plus, it sounds fun.
Mackenzie looks at me with eyebrows raised, like sheβs trying to connect the dots; then she tilts her head and chuckles. ββ¦I see. Yeah, letβs do it. Will be nice to see you clutch my arm when you get scaredβ She smiles and lightly pinches the tip of my nose with two fingers. βAnd then I will have to lie to you and tell you that ghosts arenβt realβ¦ Sorry, babeβ
I laugh and pinch her nose in return. βYouβre talking to Miss βI spent my teenage years watching horror movies to the point where they donβt scare me in the slightestβ, babe. But I will definitely pretend to be scared, so that I can have my protective girlfriend hugging me and telling me itβs okayβ
Two strong hands wrap around my waist and pull me onto Macβs lap, where her arms can encircle my chest and shoulders in a warm hug from behind. I let out a happy sigh and relax against her chest, nearly melting in her embrace. She presses her full lips against my ear and whispers, in a voice that was surely meant to be reassuring but ends up causing tingles in my whole body: βYou donβt need to pretend anything to have a hug from meβ
βI knowβ¦β I whisper back, absorbed in a lovely haze, caressing her forearms around me.
The movie is about a family going to live in a farm in the middle of nowhere, where their two kids start to see ghosts. Nothing too original, but Iβm focused nonetheless. Ghost movies have a special appeal to them, I thinkβ¦ Somehow they never get old.
Sure, itβs strange as hell to realize that ghosts are real, after having spent my childhood being afraid of them and later becoming a super-skeptic and convincing myself that they donβt existβ¦ only to eventually find out that all supernaturals are definitely real β and Iβm dating one, even. What a wild ride.
The girl in the movie goes to explore the basement by herself and thereβs a sudden jumpscare. βOld trickβ, I think to myself. However, I canβt help but notice a slight shift against my back.
I turn around to look at Mackenzie: sheβs looking at the screen and her expression is indecipherable, just like the βSheriff faceβ she puts on whenever sheβs working, but something doesnβt add up. Her jaw looks clenched rather than relaxed.
She notices me and her expression softens. βEnjoying the movie?β
She nods with a smile and I stretch my neck to place a kiss on her cheek.
Technically speaking the ghosts in this movie are well made, and itβs not the usual trope of overall wearing, expressionless ghost kids. They still donβt scare me, but I pretend they do just so I can get to grip on Macβs forearms, still enveloping my chest. In return, she kisses my temple and hugs me tighter every time; and as she does, I begin to fully understand why do couples watch horror movies together.
Near the end of the movie thereβs a scene where the ghosts come out of the walls and itβs really creepy: Iβm going to point it out to Mac when I feel a distinct flinch beneath and behind me. I turn around, faster than the time before, and sheβs doing the Sheriff face again; but this time I can clearly see the clench of her jaw, and her expression seems more like a βOh shit sheβs looking at me, act cool quickly!β rather than a calm and collected show of confidence.
βIsβ¦ there something wrong, babe?β she asks, her voice betraying the same feeling as her face.
I narrow my eyes in suspicion. βI could ask you the same, βbabeβ.β I shift in her lap and she reluctantly allows me to, so that my body is sideways instead of forward and I donβt have to stretch my neck to look at her.
Mac tries to feign confusion, but I know how to read her face far too well to fall for it. Brows furrowed in worry, I reach for both her cheeks with one hand and pinch, squishing them and forcing her to look at me. βAre you scared, Mac?β
Her eyes widen for a second and she just stares back; but having realized Iβm not going to let it go, her act eventually falters and she sighs in defeat.
I force myself to not giggle at how cute she looks.
βOkay, okay, you winβ¦β she mumbles, blushing and looking away. βGhoshtsh creep me outβ¦ they alwaysh have. Now can you shtop squisshing my fashe?β
As comical as the situation looks, I canβt help but feel a bit guilty.
My eyes soften and I let go, gently cupping her cheek instead. βOh, Macβ¦ I didnβt realize. Iβm so sorryβ
She places one larger hand on mine and chuckles, sad puppy face turning to her usual amused, confident self, her smile reaching her glimmering eyes. βItβs alright, babe. I was doing my best to cover it anywayβ
A reassured sigh escapes my lips and I stroke my thumb against her jaw. βAnd you donβt have to. Justβ¦ be yourself with me, I would never judge you for being scaredβ
The sad puppy face comes back for a moment. βSorryβ¦ itβs the habitβ
I stroke her cheek some more. Weβve been together for two months now, and although I still donβt know everything about her past, I want her to be as comfortable as possible with me. βWanna go to bed?β
Mackenzie smirks mischievously and wraps her arms around my body again, pulling my chest against hers. βNot yet, babe. Letβs cuddle here some moreβ¦β
She turns off the tv and puts the remote away, switching her attention back to me.
There really is something beautiful about late summer nights.
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