halloween horror date night!!
so fluffy you cant believe it
a/n: i know nothing about chess just wanted to make it like an extended metaphor (my literature exam is haunting me okay) ++ i was listening to laufey and towa bird while writing this so if you can spot their lyrics in here good job(^-^) i don’t know if this is good but like at least i didn’t use ai right… okay enjoy!!
October 30th, Nevermore’s favourite time of the year. It’s only tradition that either of them sets up a date for the annual Jericho Halloween Horror Night.
Looking down at the black and white beads strung around his wrist, the one his favourite Addams made just for him, he realised he had to make the first move.
Home sweet home at Caliban Hall, Eugene only could stare lasers into Pugsley’s back as he does his homework for the first time this semester. Should he go for it now? No, Pugsley is focusing, and he’s never focused. It’s a little weird to ask out of nowhere, right? He should just wait till Pugsley is done with his assignments.
“Bruh, you good? You’re staring like crazy.”
Right, Eugene is actually in the real world where things around him have reactions to what he does. Duh.
“Oh, yeah, just… thinking,” A totally believable excuse, 100% foolproof.
Pugsley just looked at him, he knew that look. Every one of his, “I swear I didn’t watch the sequel!”, was followed up with that, I-may-be-stupid-but-I’m-not-that-stupid look. Why was Eugene even overthinking this? They’ve been together for enough time and been best friends for longer, he should be comfortable enough to ask. After all, it was Nevermore tradition for dates during Halloween Horror Night. He’d seen Ajax get Panic-posals before, but he’d never given or received one. So how should he do it? The clock is ticking.
“I’m going to the Hummer Shed.”
Two hours of brainstorming for a stupid Panic-posal for his own boyfriend sounds ridiculous, pathetic even. But who cares? It was Pugsley, for goodness sake. His parents had been nothing but over-the-top romantic to each other, so Eugene shouldn’t make him settle for less.
Notification from ‘beebae🐝💗’: pugs, look out the window
Standing on the grass three levels down was dear Eugene, and what seemed like a thousand fireflies over him, spelling out, “HHN with me? ♥️”
What was he even doing? This was insane levels of corny, lovey-dovey, toothache-inducing mush Eugene never thought he’d go to. Quite the job Pugsley has done to him. But alas, there he was, looking at the open window at his favourite spark trying to make sense of the whole situation.
Pugsley called out, “Am I supposed to shout my answer all the way down to you?”
Oh, Eugene didn’t factor this in. How awkward, all that planning just for distance to be an obstacle. Gosh, he ought to practice some critical thinking soon.
He moved his fireflies around, spelling “Is that a yes?”
Eh, if distance were to separate them, this last minute remedy was still not bad for a guy that basically induces an asthma attack in almost every pressuring situation.
Curls couldn’t stop the tugging at the corners of his mouth, the blood rushing to the apples of his cheeks, or the thumping in his chest.
When Eugene was back up the three levels, standing on the hardwood instead of the dewy grass, he half-expected Pugsley to not be there at all, that all he just did was a dream and he didn’t just do the cheesiest Panic-posal in the history of Outcasts. Instead, he was greeted by a certain someone’s left and right arm colliding on the small of his back. The familiar squeeze and zap felt more like home than he’d want to admit.
“Why didn’t you ask me earlier, I don’t even have time to find costumes for us!”
Matching costumes? So cheesy, so cliché, so corny. Where can he sign up?
Curls pulled away from the hug just to see his boy beaming at him. That smile, the wash of the faintest pink on Pugsley’s pale skin, the way his eyes lit up. All that attention after he saved the school made him feel adored, but this smile made him feel loved.
The minutes to 31st October seemed to stretch for hours, but if that meant being around this ball of lightning for longer, Eugene didn’t mind. It was all sorted out anyway, they would wear their matching skeleton sweaters they bought for each other last summer. Simple, easy, just the perfect amount of scary. Plus, Enid would help them with their makeup. Being the boyfriend of Wednesday Addam’s brother automatically meant they were Enid’s responsibility too. Family values, nepotism is great.
Sitting on his bedside while Enid worked at his face with her countless makeup brushes, he couldn’t help his gaze wandering over to Pugsley on the other side of the room. He looked like a dream, or the perfect nightmare, in that sweater, his hair no longer slicked down but unruly in the best way. He could just take him by the waist and—
“Hey, stop moving! I’m gonna smudge all my hard work!”
Eugene pursed his lips in apologetic embarrassment, thank goodness his cheeks were already painted over, or Enid would’ve teased him endlessly about the flush creeping up his face.
“You’re in love with Pugsley, aren’t you?”
In love? Love is a big word. He knows his moms love him, he knows he loves them. He knows he loves his bees, and his spiders, and all of his pets.
He does get butterflies every time he looks at Pugsley, he does dream about him sometimes, he does want a future with him. But is that love? They’ve never said it to each other before, so how was he supposed to know?
Enid only smiled knowingly and finished up his makeup in heavy silence.
Is he in love with Pugsley?
When he turned to the mirror and only looked at the reflection of Pugsley in the background putting in his piercings, and not at his face, Enid got her answer.
Walking to the buzzing grounds of Jericho’s Halloween Horror Night with pinkies intertwined, this might be Eugene’s peak. His boyfriend dressed in the sweater he loved to see him wear, the small ‘E’ pendant hanging right above his chest, the piercings on his ear and face all in. He looked deathly good, this had to be heaven.
The booths were enticing but all Eugene could focus on was Pugsley. How he had shot down all the plastic ducks just to get him a bee plush toy, or how he always beat him to paying for their cotton candy, hotdogs, or popcorn. Chivalry may be dead, but this man and his family are everything deathly.
“You don’t have to pay for everything, yknow… I do have money,”
“What’s wrong with spoiling you?”
This guy just said that like it was the easiest thing in the world, like splurging on overpriced fair food was second nature to him. But then again, he was the son of Mr. Gomez Addams. What did Eugene expect?
“That photobooth,” he pointed to a small booth adorned with orange and purple LEDs, “Let me pay, just for that at least.”
The measly 10 bucks of the photobooth was nothing compared to everything else Pugsley had spent on, but it was the least he could insist on doing before the spark could say no.
He took the cold, accessoried hand, and tugged till they were both sharing a seat in the enclosed space of the booth. He slipped in his money before Pugsley could fish out his wallet, and turned to the camera.
“Wait, I didn’t think this through,” Laughter bubbles up from Curls, trying to scramble for a pose to do before the camera clicked. Pugsley added to the laughter and awkwardly held up peace signs for the first picture.
The spark threw his arms over Eugene’s shoulders, squeezing him tight and grinned at the camera for the next shot. He couldn’t care less about the camera at that moment, but leaned his head onto Pugsley, and smiled. Not to the camera, but to the boy that he…
After the shutter sounded again, he turned with whatever space he had to Pugsley.
“What’re you doing? What’s our next pose?”
Who cares about the stupid photobooth anymore.
His heart was pounding, not like it usually did. Not like when he was dragged into Wednesday’s creepy situations. Not like when he first confessed to Pugsley. This time it felt different. In the best way possible.
“Pugsley Addams, I love you.”
He’d never been more unapologetic, more proud, more excited to say something. Sure, the word love was a big one, but who says his feelings for Pugsley weren’t?
Politeness was out the window, Eugene just couldn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. He grabbed the sides of Pugsley’s face, pulled him closer and…
