lovers are supposed to support each other's interests, yes? it's not like that's not what dick is doing, but he can't help but question it sometimes. someone like him, built and bulky with muscles for days, he's got nerve. no one could scare him. nothing anyone could think of could. but with you? you're a whole different story.

you talk about horror films like they're bedtime stories. hereditary? you quote it. it was the first one you introduced to him and he couldn't shake the fact that you're genuinely into that kind of stuff. the ring? you quote it. martyrs? one of your favorites. you explained the plot of midsommar with a smile while he just nodded like he wasn't slowly losing his soul.

he's just... cautious. totally normal, completely fine. or at least tries to act like it. but still, he's so deeply in love with you, and if discussing haunted doll lore and watching scary documentaries means hearing you talk a lot with a lit up face, then yeah, he'll play the part.

it's movie night again and of course, you pick. and he's trying. really. he honesty just didn't expect his cool, cute girlfriend to have such a genre as an interest. still, he's laying with you on your bed, popcorn in his lap.

tv on, face pale. you're cuddling up to him when it's actually him that needs the comfort more than anything. "wait, hold on," he adjusts himself slightly as an excuse to move his arm to hold onto you tighter.

"is this is the one where she—no, nope, i’m not asking. i’m not asking. i’m fine. i'm cool. just... never mind. i literally love this. i love horror, i love you. i am thriving."