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Spooky Mistletoe | A Sphallolalia Drabble

Series: ⇢ Pairing: San x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: flirty af fluff, hints of angst, suggestive, kinda smutty, older reader (noona) ⇢ Synopsis: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding. It’s just sphallolalia… right?

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Drabble: Halloween ⇢ Genre: fluff ⇢ Warnings: Language, special effects makeup (brief mentions of slight gore & fake blood), mention of alcohol/bar ⇢ Word Count: 1,021 ⇢A/N: This came out of nowhere, SURPRISE!

This can be read without reading Sphallolalia. Additionally, it is not necessary for the plot and does not have a particular point in the story’s timeline. Just a fun drabble of the characters within the AU.

Happy Halloween!🎃🍬

This time of year used to be your favorite, but working tirelessly through the years, you have had to prioritize your time better. The special effects makeup collection you accrued has been boxed up in your closet for who knows how long. You have invested so much time, effort, and money into it. Opening it up brings back the memories and love you have for the spooky season. You can practically feel liquid latex and tissue stuck to your fingers accompanied by the strong scent of the latex and isopropyl alcohol for your paints.

You have only revisited this box now because Mina wants to enter a costume contest at a local bar. She remembers being surprised by your work every Halloween while she was a teenager. Since you don’t dress up anymore, she begged you to at least do her makeup. You know she is proud of you and wants your talent to be recognized by more than just her and your former friends. But it kind of feels like you have lost that spark of enjoyment for special effects makeup. Or maybe you have just convinced yourself there is no reason to pursue that hobby.

After hours of working on Mina’s zombie makeup, your nose feels like it has been stained with the smell of ammonia from the liquid latex. But something breaks through it. Something ambery, musky, and earthy. You know exactly where the scent is coming from: the unfairly handsome man encroaching on your personal space because of the crowd inside the bar. As if he senses your gaze on him, San looks to you and subtly grins when your eyes dart away.

Of course, he came dressed as a sexy vampire. You expect nothing less. As for you, you show up in all black. All your effort went into Mina’s costume; you barely cared enough to throw on a Halloween-themed graphic tee.

Your eyes jump around your group of friends. Kyungmi is dressed as a seductive police officer. Yunho is himself plus pink cat ears because he was told he has to dress up to get into the bar, which was a lie. Mingi, with his newly dyed red hair, dressed up as Chucky with temporary tattoos of scars and stitches on his face. Unfortunately, due to Halloween landing on a weekday, not all of your friends could make it.

While Mina goes to sign up for the contest and drags Mingi along with her because she doesn’t want to go alone, you, Kyungmi, Yunho, and San find two small tables to hang out at for the night. Although this is just a bar, the music is lively and full of spooky remixes of songs. Lighting around the place is changed for festivities. A fog machine puffs out a little bit of fog across the bar counter.

When Yunho excuses himself to the restroom, Kyungmi zeroes in on you.

��You did really good on Mina. If she doesn’t win, it’s rigged.”

San’s head snaps in your direction, his attention no longer on the free chocolate candy given with your drinks.

“You did her makeup?” He asks in surprise.

You hum in affirmation.

“Since when could you do all that?”

With your phone out, you scroll for what feels like five minutes to find all the photos of your old Halloween costumes. You show him your demon makeup with prosthetic horns coming out of your forehead, your zombie nurse complete with a full-cover mouth prosthetic, and your killer clown with a monster-teeth mouthpiece you made yourself from moldable thermoplastic. He is in awe with every picture you show him.

“Had I known you were that good, I would have asked you to do mine too,” he exclaims, smiling.

“I mean, I brought a little container of fake blood.”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

“You want some?”

He enthusiastically nods with almost childlike innocence, “Maybe, like, some on my cheek and some dripping from my mouth.”

You quickly produce the container from your purse, unscrew the top, and use the little brush attached to the lid to dab fake blood on his cheek gently. Your hand hesitates moving to his lips, and he doesn’t miss that. A smirk hints at the corners of his mouth as you even more delicately blot blood on his face.

“That good?” You ask, retracting your hand.

He pulls up the camera app on his phone and switches to selfie mode. As he inspects your work, you admire his side profile. His cheekbones and jaw must have been sculpted by gods. It takes everything in you to not reach out and trace his features with your fingertips.

He peers up at you through his moussed strands of hair. Those red-colored contacts are doing something to you. Maybe it’s just the idea of him being an actual alluring vampire that has you under his spell.

“All we need is some mistletoe,” he comments, making you realize how close you have leaned into him.

“Wrong holiday,” Kyungmi interrupts as she bops to the loud music by herself.

“Spooky mistletoe.”

The red lipstick he’s wearing is almost irresistible, and when he smirks with his fangs peeking out, you want him to sink them into your neck. Your mind descends into the imagination of him being a real vampire again. He would get you comfortable with sweet talk and soft kisses before finding the perfect spot to bite your neck. You would become immortal, and he would be all you have in this world until the end of time.

However, something ruins your immersion.

“You have chocolate on your lip,” you point out as if he is an annoying child.

He immediately challenges you, “Lick it off.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Kyungmi leans between you with her lips puckered obnoxiously at him.

He bursts with laughter and focuses back on Yunho who has just come back to your table from the bathroom.

Kyungmi turns to you with a grin, “I’m a professional cock-blocker. You’re welcome.”

“Thanks,” you say with a chuckle.

“I know when my girls don’t want it.”

Oh, if only you could tell her…

[shadow-queens-blog]

hey does this make sense? am i reaching?

[nectarishes]

that trend where people draw hatsune miku in different cultures but pakistani miku (hijabi vers. under the cut)

[starzovermarz]

stupid

[daftpatience]

tradesies

[waddei]

let the tide carry you home

[paperbagedhead]

What if we hyperfixated together? 😗 JK JK... unless- 😏

[punkeduppirate]

look at you, you're gorgeous💥

[aratribow]

Jing yuan is the kind of parent who is overtly invested in their kid's interests and thus yanqing is his gen z encyclopedia

[lonelyzarquon]

[vvvvvvvvvvw]

[alotofteez]

Sphallolalia | Character Moodboard: Choi San

“What are the odds that we catch each other alone like this?”  ~  “Until I drop you off, you’re mine.”  ~  “So, it’s just me, you, and the moon.”  ~  “You think they’d notice if we slip away?”

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[lelelego]

(deadpan) lol

[perpetuallyexhaustednoodle]

As a Transformers newbie introduced to it by a friend through TF One:

Me: *points at heavily pixelized random bot from TF One* Who's this one??

Her: That's Ironhide.

Me, confused: *points at another blurry picture* And this one?

Her: That's Prowl!

Me, incredulously: HOW CAN YOU TELL????? HUH???

Her, matter of factly: By his head.

Me:

Me:

Me: HIS HEAD????? WHAT?

[titenoute]

What once was one, then was two…

My entry for draw the princess contest.

[casioaty]

cam I was loyal to throughout middle school & high school (:-3)