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Sapnap is curled up George’s chest, as he usually is when they watch horror movies. It’s the first time they’re watching a scary movie in their LA house, and Dream isn’t there, but Sapnap isn’t as scared as he usually is because he picked the movie himself. He usually complains and borderline begs to watch anything else when George chooses a movie, and he’s half convinced George only picks scary shit because he likes seeing Sapnap scared and clinging onto him.
“Why’d you put on Scream ? You hate scary movies.”
Sapnap sits up a little, as much as he can while still attaching himself to George. “Oh. You’ve seen it before right?” George nods, waiting for Sapnap to continue. “Stu and Billy are kinda like us. Just like, without the murder y’know?”
George gives Sapnap a look.
“Like they’re obviously into each other. And their dynamic is kinda similar to ours in a way. So I want to be them for that party we’re going to.” George nods slowly. Sapnap rests his head back onto his boyfriend’s chest, “did you have any ideas for our costumes?”
"I was gonna say you should dress up in a crop top and short shorts. Like in Nightmare on Elm Street . Or Sleepaway Camp ." He grins even though Sapnap can’t see him.
"I don’t even know what Sleepaway Camp is, George."
"It's a scary movie from the 80's obviously."
"80’s obviously,” Sapnap repeats in a stupid voice. “Maybe to you because you're like 35. What would your costume even be if I did that?"
George ignores the comment on his age in favor of picturing his boyfriend in tiny cut-off shorts. “Freddy I guess. I was mostly thinking about you dressing up.” Maybe he can get him to wear a mesh shirt while he’s at it.
Sapnap scoffs, “Oh of course . You get to be a fully clothed killer and I have to be your half-naked victim.”
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George watches as Stu comes up behind Billy on the screen, pressing himself right up against him and comes to a realization. “Holy shit Sapnap, you’re into them! That’s why you want to dress up as them. Is that why you say you hate scary movies? Scared you’re gonna pop a boner when you see the killer and cream your pants when there’s a jumpscare?”
Sapnap squirms in his arms, “Shut the fuck up George. Shut the fuck up.”
George laughs so hard it shakes Sapnap, who tries to hide himself in George’s chest. “I totally figured you out. You have like a fear kink or something. That’s why you’re always all over me after we watch them, too.”
“I hate you,” Sapnap mumbles.
“It’s okay Sapnap. If you won’t dress up as my wet dream I’ll dress up as yours.”
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The credits roll and Sapnap stays cuddled up into George for a little before getting up and stretching. “I wish we would’ve been back in Orlando for Hallioween. We could’ve dressed up Patchy and taken her trick or treating or something.”
George laughs at him, “How are you going to take a cat trick or treating Sapnap.” He grabs the remote from where they left it on the couch and looks for something else to put on. He debates putting on another horror movie but decides against it, figuring it’s already late and Sapnap will have trouble sleeping if he does.
The younger shrugs, “I don’t know. We could’ve just set it up in the house and given her treats or something. I’m gonna go pee.” He walks away, turning on the light in the hallway as he goes. George smiles fondly.
"Get me a candy when you come back!"
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Sapnap sprays fake blood, which George is pretty sure is actually some corn syrup mixture, onto George’s face, smearing it down with his hands after. He’s already covered himself and his costume in it, so now he’s working on doing George’s. With the precision of Sapnap’s placement, it kind of feels like he’s getting his makeup done. “Okay, I’m done with your face. Let me do your clothes now,” there’s a huge smile on his face as he pulls away, clearly satisfied with himself. He outlined their shirts early to know exactly where to apply the fake blood, and gets to work on the white shirt George is wearing. He grabs George’s hand, and soaks it with the spray too.
“I feel like it isn’t really obvious who we are. We’re just, like, wearing regular clothes covered in blood,” George states, looking at the two of them in the mirror. Sapnap grins and walks out of the bathroom. He returns with a plastic bag in his hand.
“You can wear the robe and hold the knife, and I’ll put the mask on my pants. Then it’ll be more obvious.” He hands the items to George and attaches the mask to his belt loop. “I’m gonna go see if Dream is ready yet so we can go.”
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Dream is dressed vaguely as a witch, wearing a black sweater and a long, flowy black skirt. He even did his makeup a little heavier and attached a clip-on witch hat to his cat beanie, so his costume is getting a lot of compliments as the three walk into the party. People recognize George and Sapnap’s costumes too, and they even see a couple other ghostfaces.
The place is nicely decorated, especially in the kitchen where all the drinks are. The three take a shot together before finding some of their friends to talk to.
As the night goes on, Dream leaves them alone in a corner to chat with people they don’t know. They’ve both had a bit to drink, so they’re clumsily dancing together in the low light of the room. George can feel himself sweating because of his stupid robe, the fake blood that had since dried on his face dripping down his neck.
“You look hot covered in blood, Georgie,” Sapnap giggles. George grins, because he’s usually the one all over Sapnap when they drink. He begs Sapnap for a kiss, only to be rejected every time. He figures he’ll have better his luck this time.
George leans down to whisper, “hot enough for you to kiss?”
His boyfriend flushes and nods, leaning in closer. George closes the gap between them, finally getting to kiss Sapnap like he always wants to when they’re drinking. George keeps it short, aware of the people around them and the fact that he has a drink in one hand and the stupid plastic knife in the other. Sapnap whines at him, grabbing at his waist to pull them closer together.
“Careful, Sap. I’m still holding the knife.” Sapnap blushes harder and looks at the blood dripping down the side of George’s face. George grins, “you’re such a little freak. You really are into this.”
“I can be way more into it at home if you want. You should keep the robe on though. And wear the mask.”