Written & submitted by @phannah–montana
(A/N: hi everyone! i am so nervous/excited to be going first for this, and just excited to see everyone else’s entries! small tw for a panic attack, i’ve had my fair share and know reading about them can suck, so sit this out if you need to! in the end though there is comfort and people being nice and e/c meeting! hope you enjoy—i’m kitschy on ao3 if you find yourself wanting more)
“No,” said Erik for the hundred-thousandth time in his life.
In his defense: Nadir was being ridiculous again. Since the beginning of the school year, the man had barely spent time at all in his dorm room, instead living at the library, various parties, and Erik’s off-campus apartment. The partying Erik had little problem with, nor did he particularly mind sitting beside his friend on the bathroom floor, cracking dry jokes as Nadir vomited his organs up. In fact, he was secretly touched that he continued to come to him despite all the other friends he must have had.
Tonight, however, the idiot wanted him to go with him to a party, and Erik thought he might be the one to throw up now—and that was before even attending. If he did go, who knew what might happen?
“But it’s Halloween!” Nadir protested, hopping up to sit on a counter. Sitting in this tiny kitchen after eating had been a habit of theirs when they’d both been rail-thin freshmen, but now that his shoulders had grown broad and Erik was freakishly tall, it suited neither of them. “Everyone is going to be dressed up. Nobody will even notice the mask.”
“I know enough pop culture to know that this isn’t a costume. What am I going to tell people I am?”
“A serial killer?” he suggested, and Erik glared. “I’m serious. It would work.”
“Are people really that lazy?” he asked pointedly. “What are you going to be?”
“Satan, but like, ironically.” Nadir grinned. “Does that mean you’re thinking about coming? Oh my God. You could be an angel. Wouldn’t that be funny?”
“No. And no!” Erik turned to open a cabinet, taking down a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “Why do you need me, anyway?” He occupied himself with pouring, avoiding his friend’s gaze. “Are all your other friends busy?”
This is really very sweet 😊