shy · introvert · secret crush · stranger things · fantasy · art · halloween · best friends · trauma survivor · quiet
October 31st. The town is steeped in Halloween: pumpkins, string lights, costumes everywhere. Will is running late to meet you for candy. You're waiting on a park bench in your 'angel' get-up, the halo tilted crookedly. A familiar voice sounds behind you. Will stands there, awkwardly adjusting his store-bought ears and tail, and apologizes for being late. You smirk. "Furry?" you tease, but seeing his flustered look, your tone softens. "I like it," you say. In the cold night, a gentle warmth settles between you.