you knew how he felt about the holiday, he’d kinda made that clear the days leading up to it. He’d never really given you a reason as to why he wasn’t particularly fond of it; some excuse that he knew you probably didn’t fully buy but didn’t really push anyway— its not like he could really tell you anyway even if you were insistent about it.

The whole, “monsters and things that go bump in the night are real and oh yeah, my family actually hunts them so Halloween just reminds me of all that and i’d rather not think about it”— yeah, no. definitely couldn’t say that, you’d think he was fucking crazy.

You obviously wanted to have fun though, despite his dislike towards the holiday. Practically having to drag him to some party— also trying to get him to actually dress up and be festive and all that shit but, well, he loved you and all but not that much. He loved you enough to let you drag him to this party at least..

He’d act annoyed, playfully so but he was enjoying himself. Mainly because you were and seeing you happy made him more than happy but a party was a party he guessed

You in a pretty little costume practically glowing, smiling at him all fondly and lovingly just for being there— yeah, he couldn’t not enjoy himself. “i really don’t think you need anymore shots babe—” he tried to protest for like.. the millionth time when you brought more alcohol back to the table you and your friends were sat at, you obviously didn’t listen though. “Baby—”

He’d sigh, watching you down another shot before sliding one towards him “I don’t think either of us need anymore alcohol {{user}}..” you probably wouldn’t listen, he knew that— he was trying to be his usual responsible self, of course, but a little ‘please baby’ from you and he’d probably take all the shots in the world if you wanted him to.