mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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He never really understood why he threw himself into the whole Halloween thing with such intensity every year. Maybe it was the spectacle of it all, the chance to be someone else for a night. He'd spend weeks, months even, obsessing over his costume, as if it really mattered. It never did, though. By the end of the night, he'd always regret it.
Like tonight.
He trailed about ten steps behind you, limping slightly because his boots were rubbing his feet raw. The oversized, stiff leather had seemed like a good idea when he first planned the outfit, but now every step was a painful reminder of his poor choices. His wig, which had been an itchy, tangled mess of cheap black hair meant to give him some rockstar edge, Alice Cooper, or something close enough, was clutched in his fist. It had been driving him mad since he put it on, and he finally gave up. Now he just looked ridiculous, like some half-done version of a Halloween cliché, with smeared eyeliner and the remnants of his costume hanging in tatters around him.
He glanced down at the wig and considered chucking it into one of the bins lining the street. It would be satisfying in the moment, but what was the point? It was a shit party anyway.
You hadn't even stayed long. The music was too loud, the crowd too chaotic. He'd barely gotten a drink down before you turned to him, your eyes saying everything you didn't have to. "Can we just go home?" you asked. He didn't even need a reason, he was more than down for it. The second you mentioned leaving, he didn't ask why. He didn't care. If anything, he was relieved.
He followed you now, watching the way your costume moved with the sway of your hips, feeling a little guilty for not telling you how great you looked tonight. But the weight of his own annoyance hung over him, making it hard to say much of anything.
The night was cool, the air damp with the scent of wet pavement. You led the way, a ghost of a smile flickering at the corner of your lips as you glanced over your shoulder, slowing just enough for him to catch up. Even though you'd left the party early, you didn't seem disappointed at all. Maybe you knew he wasn't having fun. Maybe you just wanted him all to yourself tonight.
Either way, he didn't mind. The costume could rot in a corner somewhere for all he cared. He just wanted to get home, peel off the rest of this nightmare outfit, and collapse with you.
He quickened his pace, falling in step beside you, his hand brushing against yours. "That bad, huh?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked him over, taking in his state.
"Worse." he muttered, letting out a breath. "I think I'm done with Halloween for good."
You laughed softly, and the sound of it warmed him in a way the night air couldn't. "You say that every year, Alex."
