I think the detective and Ed should have a movie night and she should force him to watch Barbie (followed up by Oppenheimer to make him feel better)
Movie Night
Summary: You finally talk Edward into having a movie night.
Word Count: 1.4k
Content Warning: Tooth-rotting fluff?
A/N: Fic is not canon to the official Cat&Mouse!Verse, but I think the idea of them having a normal movie night routine is cute.
You’d begged. You’d pleaded. You’d even bartered. But getting Edward Nigma to agree to a movie night with you had felt like pulling teeth. He certainly was not the kind of man to sit and watch a movie, and he’d made that quite clear, no matter how many times you asked. He claimed movies were “dull” and “intellectually stifling” and “full of shiny distractions to dull the mind”. Frankly, you couldn’t care less about how mind numbing a movie would be, because that was sort of the point? To lose yourself into the storytelling and effects and brilliant acting? Why Edward didn’t see that, you weren’t sure, but you’d almost given up asking, deciding instead that you would invite Dawn over for a movie night instead, when Edward strolled over to your desk, arms crossed, a grumpy look on his face.
You’d gazed up at him, brows raised. “Can I help you, Mr. Nigma?” you asked.
A muscle feathered in his jaw, and he shifted back and forth on his feet. You recognized the uncomfortable look in his eyes, like he was going to say something he didn’t want to. Clearing his throat, he straightened his shoulders back and said, “I’ve given your request for a “movie night” a fair amount of thought, and after careful consideration, I’ve decided to agree to your silly little request. We shall have what the simpletons call a “movie night”, and we shall do it tonight.”
You almost squealed in delight, but it took all of your restraint to keep your face a calm, cooled mask. To appear as though him giving in wasn’t causing your heart to swell and almost burst out of your chest. Instead, you laced your fingers together and rested your chin atop your hand, staring up at him with forced indifference.
“Can we have popcorn?” you asked.
“Yes, yes,” he said with a wave of his hand.
“Candy?”
“Yes, that too,” Edward said, but you saw another muscle feather in his jaw.
“All right then,” you said. “I’ll see you at my place. Tonight at seven?”
He smirked, that arrogant smile spreading across his face. “I’ll be there. Don’t disappoint me with your movie choice now, detective,” he said, before turning on his heels and heading back to his office, shutting the door behind him.
You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face the rest of the day. After your shift, you quickly hurried to the drugstore and picked up some popcorn and candy – probably way too much, but you didn’t know what Edward preferred – but anything was cheaper than going to the actual movie theatre, anyways. When you had all the goods in hand, you returned home, quickly setting everything up in your living room, creating a nice spread of candy and chocolate for you and him to snack on. Heart thundering against your ribcage, you took a long look at your movie-night feast and checked the time. It was just approaching seven o’clock, and knowing Edward, he would be here right on time. Next, you pulled up your local streaming service and picked out the movie – a movie which you’d been dying to see for months now, but hadn’t had a chance to watch yet. A pink and blue glow filled your apartment as you rented the movie, and it immediately began to play. You paused it, turning back to the door, waiting for Edward’s arrival. And just as you thought – there was a knock on the door right at seven.
Smiling, and heart pounding furiously, you hurried to the door and opened it, to find Edward standing there with his hands in his pockets. An arrogant smile spread across his face as you opened the door further and let him inside.
“Well,” he said with a heavy sigh, his gaze sliding to the living room. “I see you’ve made yourself quite busy, detective.”
“Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Nigma?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m curious to see which intellectually stifling movie you’ve chosen to torture me with.”
A sound of amusement left your lips, and you smacked at his shoulders playfully. “Stop that. I don’t want to hear you complain during this movie, okay? No comments, no shitting on it. Just enjoy the movie and have a good time.”
He shot you a look like he had no idea what you were even asking him to do. When was the last time Edward had sat back and done something fun like enjoying a movie? The question hung on your tongue, but you decided not to ask. The look he gave you was answer enough.
“And since you’re asking,” you continued. “We’re watching Barbie.”
“Barbie.” He repeated it, but it wasn’t a question, it was a clear statement, as if he couldn’t register what you were saying. His brows furrowed and a look of confusion crossed his face. “You…want me to watch a movie about dolls?”
“Yes, and you’re going enjoy it,” you said. “Now come sit down.”
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, but you ignored him and settled onto the couch, tucking your knees up. He sat down beside you, inches away, but you could tell by the look on his expression that he was trying very hard not to let out some little arrogant quip, which must be taking all of his self-control. Smirking, you gestured for him to help himself to the array of snacks, and turned on the movie – which soon filled your apartment with bright colors, party music, and a story which brought tears to your eyes at the very end. You found yourself completely drawn into the story and what it represented for women everywhere, unable to peel your eyes away. Edward said nothing the entire time, though he did reach for a few pieces of chocolate, the only movement that made you know he was still even awake.
And as the credits began to roll, you went back to the main menu and turned to gauge his reaction, wondering if he was going to smother you for making him watch something so…well, you liked it. But you certainly didn’t think he would. Though, you couldn’t help but feeling a small sense of satisfaction at knowing you’d managed to make him give in.
“What’d you think?” you asked.
His gaze slid to you, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to say something arrogant and asshole-ish, but he must’ve been keeping it to himself because instead he said, “Well…it’s not the movie I would have chosen. It certainly was an…interesting choice.”
“You don’t have to love it,” you said. “I’m just happy you watched it with me.”
That seemed to make his eyes sparkle for a moment. “I only aim to please, detective.”
You smiled, trying to ignore the thunderous beating of your heart. Well, you’d have to give him some credit for putting up with your movie requests. And that’s why you’d decided to appease him in another way.
“Now that we’ve watched what I wanted to watch,” you said. “We can watch what you want to watch. I caught you looking at the Oppenheimer trailer.”
A look of surprise passed along his face. “I’m certain my movie choice will be much more educational than yours.”
You barked out a laugh. “But didn’t you love learning about the history of Barbie?”
He shot you a look, but the edges of his lips turned upward. “For you, detective? I suppose I shall submit myself to whatever intellectually stifling entertainment that manages to get the wheels in your brain moving.”
“Edward!” you cried, laughing. As annoying and insulting as he could be, it only served to stir to life the desires and excitement in your heart.
He laughed lightly, but you reached for the remote and quickly rented Oppenheimer next, a movie which you had no interest in watching, but for him…you would do it for him. Just like he’d done for you. Smiling, you scooted a little closer to him and rested your head against his shoulder. You felt him stiffen beside you, as if uncertain about your movement, but after a moment, his hand wrapped around your waist, settling there, his fingers tracing circles against your skin. And as the movie began to play, you couldn’t help but hope movie night would become a regular thing.
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