I really needed this Scardubs fluff after my last fic (T^T) 

Also, this one is way shorter because I needed a break from the long stuff. 

Wels' house was completely transformed to be more fitting for the spooky season. Jack o' lanterns lined the paths outside, each carved to be a different hermit's face. Grim reapers and skeletons were scattered around inside, some on the walls and the other hanging from the ceiling. Giant ghost decals were plastered on the walls, and a mounted zombie head was over the dining room table. Hermits began to trickle in, the volume inside growing with each new arrival.

"Stop worrying, Scar. I'm sure he's still going to be there, regardless of you asking him or not," Cub assured the mayor as they made their way up the path. "And stop messing with your hat!" he scolded, lightly slapping his arm, the movement rattling the chains on his poltergeist costume.

"Sorry! I'm still kinda nervous. Do you think the vintage wizard robes were a lazy choice?" Scar asked.

"You're fine, I promise. Now just take a deep breath and don't stress too much,"

"Welcome! Mayor, Reinforcer," Wels greeted, nodding to each of them. He surprised the two for a moment, considering he was dressed like his twin brother.

"Thanks for having us," Cub grinned, while the brunette looked around.

"Most of the hermits are upstairs for now," the host explained, guiding them up to the loft.

The mayor's heart skipped a beat. Bdubs was already here, and boy was he cute. He had decided on a schoolgirl sailor uniform and he used contacts to make his eyes extra sparkly. After readjusting his classic red bandana, he stopped talking with Grian - who was wearing a colorful parrot costume - and walked up to Scar.

"Hi Scar!" he grinned, holding out a small piece of chocolate.

With pink cheeks, the taller brunette could only smile back. He gingerly took the candy and sat down with his assistant.

When the loft started to become crowded, the hermits moved downstairs, the controlled chaos being music to the wizard's ears. He might've said 'hi' to other hermits, but it didn't matter. All Scar knew was his eyes were on Bdubs the entire time.

And the same could be said for Bdubs.

Scar's dark purple wizard robe was lined with gold and sprinkled with tiny silver stars. The gorgeous hermit wouldn't stop making the freckled boy blush. He kept tugging at his skirt, doubting whether or not he should've trusted Grian with wearing the costume. The taller brunette must've noticed, because he touched his wrist and assured him, "You look great," with a soft smile.

Before he could respond, Zedaph called out to the other hermits, holding up a plastic cup with popsicle sticks. "Anyone up for a fun game of Kings?"

"Do you know what that is?" Scar asked.

The tan brunette's eyes lit up. "C'mon, let's play!" He grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the group forming in front of Zed.

"Alright, here's how we play," the violet-eyed hermit explained once everyone sat down. "We all grab a stick. Only the person with a crown on theirs reveals it to everyone else. They get to choose as many random numbers as they want and give a dare. Then, the hermits with those numbers have to reveal it and take the dare. Once it's done we all grab new sticks!"

"I'm the king!" False declared, holding up her popsicle stick. "And I challenge number 5 to a friendly little duel." She grinned as Xisuma slowly stood up.

After being given a wooden sword, he swallowed hard. "Alright, let's get this over with,"

The blonde stood over the admin, her sword touching his chest. "I win," she teased, before helping him up.

"Number 5 has to stay in 7's lap for the rest of the game," Grian decided.

Tango turned to Zed, who immediately shook his head. "Tango, no. You're taller than me and I don't need your extra weight," he protested.

"Are you calling me fat?" Tango accused, plopping himself onto the boy's crossed legs.

"No, just a little thicc," he laughed, kissing his cheek.

Once again, they all plopped their sticks into the cup, and Wels shook them around. He passed the cup around and everyone drew a stick.

"Ooh, my turn!" Keralis exclaimed. He tapped his chin, humming as he thought for a moment. Little did Bdubs and Scar know, Grian was standing behind them and held up two fingers. "Two and..." The dark blonde switched to eight. "Eight have to spend seven minutes in a closet, kissing." A sly smile spread across his face as the two of them began to blush. They glanced at one another, realizing what was happening.

"Y-You mean the whole, '7 Minutes in Heaven' thing? Maybe we shouldn't," Scar protested. I don't want to force Bdubs.

Speaking of whom, he was staring at his lap. Of course, he wouldn't want to kiss me. Why would he? He thought bitterly.

Noticing how down he was, Wels scooped the freckled builder up under the arms and carried him to the closet.

"H-Hey! Wait!" he protested, thrashing around. Cub and Doc were close behind, dragging the mayor by the arms.

"It's gonna be fine," the knight whispered in his ear.

Once both were tossed into the closet, Cub closed the door and leaned a chair under the handle to keep it from opening.

Scar frantically jiggled the handle. "This isn't funny guys, let us out!"

Muffled giggles and cackles could be heard from the other side.

"As your mayor, I demand you open this door!" he cried out, but nothing.

Bdubs pressed his back against the left wall, hugging his knees. He wanted to jump up and pull the mayor down. But he fought the urge. He's obviously too uncomfortable. I don't want to be mean.

Kneeling, the taller hermit felt around until he finally placed a hand on the other's knee. "Don't worry, I'll-"

"I'm sorry," he interrupted, burying his face in his hands.

"What? There's nothing to be sorry about, Bdubs,"

"I'm sorry you're stuck in here with me," he clarified. "I'm probably the last person you wanted to be stuck in a closet with,"

"No, don't say that. It's not that bad," he laughed softly. As his eyes began adjusting to the darkness, he was able to find the assistant mayor's hand easier. He pulled it away from his face so he could squeeze it.

"We can just lie," Bdubs suggested.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Wow, you were really about to kiss him. Thank god you didn't, who knows how long he would've been mad at you? He scolded himself.

"When they open the door we can just say we did it," he whispered, a sad smile to accompany the idea.

"I-I mean, if you want to, but-"

"I don't want to force you to kiss me," the freckled boy mumbled, sitting up straight.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind, but only if you-"

"Yes," Bdubs blurted out, his face flushing once again. "B-But if you genuinely don't-" he began to add quickly.

Scar pressed his lips against the builder's. He moved his hand from his knee to the wall above his shoulder. Letting go of his hand, he cupped his cheek.

"I like you, Bdubs," he murmured.

"I like ya too," he grinned, his eyes sparkling.

Giggling, the taller brunette kissed his forehead. Bdubs wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Scar moved his hand from the wall down to the floor, closing the gap between their bodies as much as possible. He kissed the builder's cheek, then his jaw, and then his neck. He traced his other hand down his cheek and to his waist.

The shorter brunette crept his warm hands under the mayor's shirt. When Scar lifted his head, he kissed him again.

"I think it's been like, ten minutes," Grian pointed out.

"Great! You can get the door then," Wels decided, grinning.

The blonde pulled the chair away from the door and pulled it open. He blinked at the mess he saw. Scar looked over his shoulder at him, his face as red as the boy underneath him. Their clothes were disheveled and they were out of breath.

"Okay." Was all Grian said before closing the door again.