more than i can hold in my heart.

the wrong witch

AU at a Halloween party and whoops you’re wearing the same costume as my best friend, i did not mean to hug you and kiss your cheek, where is my friend?? But you are so cute...

a/n : same au as above but instead of friend, im doing it as ben's sis. enjoy !

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Ben made his way through the fully-packed bar. He was at Joe's, and he squinted through the dim lighting, hoping he could get a glimpse of his sister, Angela.

He squeezed through the crowd, grimacing at the thought of being alone. He just realized that Angela's plan of 'we'll just meet when we get there' wasn't really ideal.

Halloween was basically a booze-filled holiday for people looking for an excuse to dress slutty and/or wild. And he loved every inch of it.

But right now, he hated it. He wanted to go back home, decorate the house, maybe have a few children knock on his door, and he'd send them away with a handful of candy he had bought from down the street. Then he can tuck himself in, watch a couple of horror movies and sleep alone in his bed.

Quite the pity party for himself, he knew that. But it had been a while—a long damn while since he had a woman in his bed, and while he wanted one, nobody ever seemed to stick.

The bar was filled with tacky decorations and people lurking about and having a good time. He was glad for them, but he really wanted to find Angela, since she was the one who had the brilliant idea that he needed to go out and have fun.

Now, Ben knew his sister very well. That woman was his best friend, and she was older, so all the time when he was growing up, he looked up to her. He still did.

So while he wasn't actually informed of what she was wearing, he knew very well that she had put on a witch's hat, got drunk, and called it Halloween. Ben really was the creative one of the three siblings.

He stopped near a less crowded corner, spotting a couple already getting into it. He looked away, and tried to scan the crowd again.

His eyes stopped and he squinted, finally feeling relief when he saw a pointy black hat in the middle of the crowd.

Ben grinned and moved to Angela with great difficulty but when he arrived, he touched her hips and kissed her cheek chastely, as he always did.

Then he froze, feeling a much curvier waist than Angela's. His eyes widened, pulling away to look up to the stranger's face.

She looked shocked and angry, as one would be when a stranger comes up to you and kisses you, but she was so stunning, he had to gape for a few seconds.

Even in the dim light, he could see every inch of her face, and he was thankful for that. Her eyes were a gorgeous brown, her nose a little crooked, which made her all the more adorable. Her lips were thick and plump, and he wondered what it would be like to dig his teeth in her flesh, what sounds he could coax out of her.

His eyes dropped down to her chest, and he gulped loudly, which would be heard if they weren't in a very loud bar. She was wearing a little black dress, her cleavage out in the open for him to enjoy.

He blinked and he got out of his daze. "I am so sorry. I-I thought you were my sister, you have the same, uh, costume, and I promise I mean no harm, I'm not a pervert, I swear—"

She smiled, and he went weak in the knees. "It's fine. It was an accident. Maybe I could help you look for your sister?"

He felt his cheeks flush. "N-no, no. I wouldn't want to bother you—any more than I already have. I can be mortified somewhere else, far away from here."