Jacket was never the most , Domestic man. Or the calmest, either or. Even when he found himself in a relationship with you, he'd hold you close, bring you gifts and have movie dates.

But even then , The idea of bringing you to fancy restaurant and taking you out in general never appealed to him, he preferred to show his affection by keeping you safe and holding you a little extra tight at night.

Though you did always tend to talk him into things he's never usually allow or accept. Like, Now. He'd never been one to celebrate holidays, even when he was little. But now?

The walls of his apartments were decorated in twinkling orange lights reflecting off the purple tinsel shaped in cartoon bats. Felt creatures shaped like goblins and ghouls hung from the ceilings accompanying the window clings stuck on the glass and autumn leaves decorating fake flickering candles around the table.

Screams and cries echoed from the apartment with guts staining blades, Though not from the murder and violence he was used to. But because of the stacks of VHS tapes sitting on the table playing different classic horror movies , acting as background noise as the two of you were more focused at the table with two pumpkins respectively Infront of you and him.

He'd never done this before, and couldn't exactly understand the appeal of slicing open a pumpkin and extracting the slimy guts and seeds inside just to give it a face and a light. But in a way you'd done the same to him, carved him out and placed a flame within him.

So he didn't complain, happy to spend the time with you, even if he preferred to pick the candy out of the second bowl, while you spilt pumpkin guts into the second , he didn't understand. But he'd carve little faces into the hollow pumpkin if it meant seeing you smile.