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K so hi can u do a little Halloween one where yn an Freddy r at home watching scary movies bc Freddy can’t rly go trick or treating an after there done yn can’t sleep bc the movies scared her to much (or u could also do it with Freddy waking up bc he heard yn scream a little from like a nightmare or smt idk) an freddy stays up with her an they spend all night cuddling an talking about nerdy stuff idk if it’s to boring of an idea for u but it makes me squeal thinking about an I can’t write for Shit soooooo pls <3

Well, I can write for shit, so I'm gonna make your dreams come true, bestie😼✌🏽. Also, this is a cute plot, so I'm excited, and I hope you are, too, because you deserve to be happy and have some good cooked soup🤌🏽 (aka, good written fanfiction).

~ Star✨️

Wake Up (No Break Up)

Prompt: You love horror movies! Just... not at night. Or in the dark. Or by yourself. And no blood, guts, and/or screaming. And no slasher, paranormal, or psychological. And especially not on Halloween night.

Do...you even really like horror movies, or...?

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Mentions of gore/horror/stuff relating⚡️Freddy and reader (you) being extra reassuring🫶🏽⚡️Billy being a bitch and a half (not really, bro only pops up, like...twice)

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

Requested By: Anon

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Freddy peered into his pillow case with a look of disdain smeared across his features, ignoring your buzzed rants and raves while you unlocked the front door to his home with his house key. It wasn't that he meant to, of course. Turning a deaf ear to the music that was your voice was never a controlled option, his annoyance all but getting the best of him and clouding his mind.

Again, not directed towards you.

He followed you into the house with a silence you found odd. It ceased your gossip, pocketing his keys into your own pillowcase of candy for quick safekeeping before giving the boy your full attention. He watched the blue lanyard connected to them follow, his brows knitting and a pout evident that finally pulled words of concern from your throat.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"How much candy did you get?" He asked almost too quickly, throwing you off for a moment before the words finally clicked in your head.

"Oh! Um, I dunno'..." You trailed, prying your makeshift bag back open to inspect. You gave it a little shake, smiling to yourself upon seeing some of your favorite treats mixed in with the neutrals and the disliked. Even a couple of loose trinkets, some adults known throughout the neighborhood to give out small toys along with or rather than candy.

"I got-"

"Not a lot." He cut, having already eyeballed the weight of your bag to resemble his own. You shrugged at this, hardly fazed by the realization while his brown eyes continued to find interest in his shoes.

"Did... you want some of mine?" You asked, unclear of the situation suddenly presenting itself.

"No."

His answer was short, curt. Very unlike the Freddy Freeman you knew, although you loved all sides of him regardless. Even this one, a side you knew to show the very most love to. Because when he got like this, it was usually because-

"We could've gone to more houses, y'know. You and I both could've spent more time out and gotten more candy an' stuff if I didn't-... if my leg wasn't... I dunno', it's stupid."

There it is.

"Freddy..." You spoke his name with a tone of sincerity, completely dropping your bag to the floor and coming closer to your dwelling boyfriend.

"It's not stupid." You reassured. "And, I mean... yeah, we could've. But we also would've been cold, and our feet would start hurting really bad, and we'd have to keep listening to Darla scream at literally everything. And also, we'd get so far away that the walk all the way back would be horrendous. Plus, our bags would've gotten so heavy that we'd be so over it. And-"

"Yeah, but that's basically Halloween tradition!" Freddy boasted. "You didn't even really trick-or-treat if all of those haven't happened. And we didn't, just because Rosa wanted to be sure that I didn't, 'Over exert myself', whatever that means."

The boy huffed, turning away even further. It was quiet, and yet you knew he still had more to say, paitently waiting until he did so.

"We couldn't even stay out long like any other person normally does, and I had to drag you with me back home just because of this stupid crutch, and sit here, and do nothing. With barely any candy."

"Freddy-"

"And I know we could just get some from the store and yeah, I know you're probably gonna just tell me that it's okay and you don't mind, but I do, y'know?" He ranted on with a fast pace, indicating he was now onto the bit where he was beginning to overthink.

"But is it really okay? I mean, if I were you, I definitely would've wanted to stay out longer, like...- Plus, don't you think it's kind of weird how they make the candy half-price after Halloween? Like, we're already getting it for free the night of. We'll, most of us, which is why it makes me think about all of the other kids who get little to none. Like, what about them? Don't they deserve free candy, too? And-!"

"-Freddy!"

"My love."

You couldn't help but giggle, both at his tangent and his sudden pet name, before pulling yourself together enough to give him the reassurance he both needed and deserved.

"It's okay." You placed two firm hands in each of his shoulders, looking into his brown eyes with intense sincerity. You repeated your words, ensuring that they went forced into his head in order to wipe away any forms of guilt, doubt, and insecurity.

"It's okay. You know I don't care about the candy. I care about you, and spending time with you no matter what we're doing is what I enjoy. Your leg... don't let it make you think of yourself so bitterly. It doesn't change who you are as a person, and it never will unless you let it."

Freddy inahled as though her were going to speak, his bottom lip hanging open in the slightest before engulfing you into a much needed hug. Squeezing your frame against his chest while he exhaled into the crook of your neck, opting for a soft and simple, "Thank you..." instead.

"It won't be all bad." You whispered against his temple, the boy eagerly perking up to hear your suggestions. You smiled when he did, the giddy expression on his face practically urging you to cup it in your hands (you did so without second thought).

"I'm here with you."

"My beautiful bodacious babe."

"Exactly." You giggled at his wording. "And I think we have enough candy regardless of how you wanted your pillow case filled up to the open seams."

"D'ya think I'd look better with dentures or silver teeth?"

"Harhar, you and your inevitable cavities are very funny."

He chuckled to himself in amusement.

"All I'm saying is, is that we can still have fun on our own."

With a genuine contemplation to your words and a wide glance around the downstairs area, he gave a decided nod before moving around the room, collecting as many pillows and blankets and other soft things into his arms as possible.

"You're right, actually. My room is never free, Billy is always in there. But since he's not right now, we can make the biggest fort to ever fort literally ever."

A snort left the back of your throat at his words, but a fort did sound nice. A little cozy area to spend your time together, eating away at your collected Halloween candy and other snacks. Maybe some music playing in the background or binge watching a TV show. Gossiping... sharing a few kisses... touches...

"That's the spirit." You encouraged, gathering some supplies yourself before following your boyfriend up the stairs.

And it wasn't long before talk of Freddy's dream fort had come to life, the whole room covered in blankets and oddly placed furniture to hold them up while the two of you carefully crawled inside.

"What're you doing?" You laughed unsurely, watching Freddy slap a random pillow as hard as he could before explaining himself.

"This bad boy can hold so many Freddy and (Y/N)'s."

You quirked a brow to keep yourself from chuckling even harder.

"Really, dude..."

"Well, I can't slap the top. It'll all crash down." Was his clarification. Not one suitable to your sarcasm, but one nonetheless. Plus, as usual, it was his quick wit that made you laugh adoringly, snuggling as close to him as possible in the dimmed darkness of the area.

"So, what now?" He asked, already sucking on a cherry flavored lollipop. "I challenge thee to spill your ideas of fun."

"Welll..." You trailed in a hard-to-miss, sultry tone, your finger running up and down his chest just the same.

"We're here together... all alone... in the dark..." You reiterated the obvious, pretending to think for a moment before letting out a long, theatrical sigh. "And you know, I've always loved your amazing kisses..."

You couldn't have been anymore patent if you tried, just barely ghosting your lips over his in hopes to taste the tiniest bit of cherry before his lips curled into a seemingly knowing grin.

"I think I know what you're gettin' at..." He teased back, leaving you eager and pleased to know Freddy had caught all of your perfectly dropped hints.

"Three words."

'We should makeout.'

"Horror movie marathon."

"...wha...?" Your brows knitted together instantly, his words not at all in tune with your (apparently wrong) predicted thoughts as you began to pout.

"I can't believe I didn't think about it before, I mean, it's literally Halloween. Oo...Halloween..."

He sat himself up and gingerly pulled his laptop closer, setting it on top of a pillow and queuing up some random website. Natrually, one where he'd pirate whatever movie and/or show that he wanted and was quick to find the entirety of the "Halloween" franchise.

"Or-or...!" He gushed further, already typing in another series into the search bar section. "If you're more of a paranormal chick, we could do "The Conjuring" universe. But then, like... there's also "Texas Chainsaw Massacre"- Nevermind, whatever, you should pick."

Upon promptly turning to face you, he was taken aback by your pushed out lip and inattentive gaze, (E/C) eyes focused on the blankets beneath you.

"Or maybe you're a "Get Out", "Antebellum", "Nope", type of girl..."

"Is none of them an option...?" He barely registered your downcast mumbles, bringing the laptop a tad bit closer so that he had a clear view of your face under the light before providing comforting (almost obnoxious) cooes.

"Why the pout~? Stop that. It's cute, but it's also-... staawwwp~...! What's the matter~...?"

You had trouble fabricating a proper answer. Regardless of the fact that some of your disappointment lied in the fact that Freddy hadn't caught onto your advances, admitting to him that you weren't the biggest fan of horror movies wasn't something you were too keen on doing either.

Sure, you enjoyed a zombie show or maybe some "Paranormal Activity" as much as the next person. But only during the day. You had sworn yourself off of anything scary during the nighttime because it was the obvious recipe for nightmares. And even then, you wouldn't be caught dead finishing "Signs" or literally anything found-footage troped without putting on cartoons immediately afterward in order to "flush out" the negative energy.

You were too jumpy for your own good, too swift to overthink and allow your brain to warp your surroundings. October 31st or not, horror movies four hours straight in the dead of night was a no-go.

"Why don't we just...watch "Ghostbusters" instead? The little tune is catchy!"

You even went as far as to sing it, making quiet little, "Do-dodo-do-do, do, doo!"'s to yourself with in-sync head bops to go with, Freddy giggling at your antics.

"You're so funny, (Y/N)-darling. See, this is why I married you." He hummed fondly, nonchalantly typing "The Nun" into the searchbar. It has seemed he had settled for "The Conjuring" universe, but for the moment, that wasn't your biggest focus.

"Married?" You questioned with a confused laugh of your own. "We're not married, you dork, what are you talking about?"

"We will be." He stated matter-of-factly, whipping his head around just to give you an intense and stoic stare that further tickled you.

"Ominous, but okay." You retorted happily, moving closer in hopes that he'd at least catch your signals for cuddles. Luckily, he did, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other across your shoulders as you swaddled yourself further into his embrace and a blanket. With your gazes fixated on the first movie, you knew it was time to accept your fate.

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It wasn't long before you had made it to "Annabelle". So far, you had found yourself doing pretty well, not at all paranoid like you thought you'd be. Like you normally were. You chalked this up to more than likely being because of Freddy's presence, his lazy hold putting you at ease with a sloppy kiss pressed to your cheek or temple every so often. Or his words distracting you entirely, the boy rambling on about some weird factoid he knew or how he swore up and down that, "That one girl in "Annabelle: Creation" looks way too much like Mary."

The only thing that had scared you so far was the sudden jolt Freddy did at an unexpected jumpscare onscreen, your head perking up in confusion only to meet the embarrassed chuckle coming from the back of Freddy's throat.

"Did that really get you?" You asked with a laugh of your own, quickly understanding the reason for both his sudden movement and the way he could barely hold eye contact with you.

"Stop it..." He hummed, already anticipating your light teases. With you poking and at his chest and sides, you simply just couldn't help it.

"You're my boyfriend, Freddy, you're supposed to be the one protecting me!"

"I-!"

"Do you need me to hold your hand so you're not scared anymore~?"

"(Y/NNNN)...!" He elongated the last syllable of your name as if to sigh, but still couldn't cease the giggles that left him at your baby talk. "That's not funny, you're not funny, stop it."

When you continued to stare with a suspicious brow arched high, he huffed.

"Yeah-Okay, well, you know what? Don't think I don't see you gripping onto that pillow like your life depends on it."

And just like that, you were poker-faced. You didn't think he'd notice, really only ever squeezing the pillow when you anticipated the next scare. But it had eventually grown into a constant hold. One so tight that your knuckles had lifted a shade until you finally released in order to deliver a playful slap to his chest.

"Well, unlike you, this pillow is being much more comforting."

With that, you completely turned yourself away from the boy, hugging the pillow closer than you had ever been Freddy. Natrually, he scoffed, slack-jawed at such a claim coming from you.

"You are so dramatic." He sassed, returning the same playful slap you had given earlier to your thigh. "C'mere."

When all he received was a doe-eyed stare, he was quick to pull you back over himself, making it so that you had no choice but to straddle him to be comfortable. And finally, that's when he caught the hint. You weren't dropping any on purpose this time (ironically enough), but your lowered eyelids and fingers gently twirling around the hair at the nape of his neck was where and when it finally clicked.

"C'mere..." He teased one last time, pulling your lips towards his by the chin. You melted into his touch, his kiss, with ease. Though your words may have had a joking cadence earlier, you completely meant it when you said Freddy's kisses were amazing. His lips always seemed to be so soft, the boy never minding it anymore when your chapstick or lip gloss would get all over them. He simply left it, the taste he'd lick at later reminding him of yours.

With the movie still playing in the background, the dark ambience provided the perfect mood lighting for things to continue. Growing more heated, his kisses left your lips and began to trail along your jaw, your eyes fluttering shut as you hummed in satisfaction the lower he went. He nipped at your earlobe, causing you to giggle lightly as he whispered even more yet unexpected gratitude.

"Thank you..."

"For what?" You questioned, your voice light and airy and your brain foggy, swept away with love. Or maybe lust. A palpable mixture of the two while he answered fondly.

"For staying up with me tonight. For staying with me at all, ever."

"Always." You murmured, petting his curls while he pushed his face into the crook of your neck. It wasn't long before he was dusting light kisses anywhere his lips could touch, your eyes opening up just a bit to peer at the computer screen. The movie was still going (no reason for it not to be), and you could sense another scare was abound. But alas, you remained distracted yet again, Freddy's ghost kisses slowly morphing into that of actual ones. Which quickly escalated to playful nips and licks.

"Stop it, you're gonna leave a mark." You whined, pouting near his ear as he chuckled.

"That's the goal."

But he never actually completed it. Or, he might've...

You weren't exactly sure, his mouth having been latched to that sweet spot on your neck for quite some time now. Surely, a hickey had long been already placed there, but it was once you actually took notice of the slow rise and fall of his breathing, you realized he had fallen asleep.

Mid-hickey.

"Are you shitting me..." You huffed, your bitter words barely even a question realizing that you were now on your own for the next few movies that continued to autoplay. You didn't have the heart to stop them, knowing you'd wake Freddy, and he'd pitch a fit of some sort.

"Hey, why'd you turn it off? That was a good movie, you can't just cut it off in the middle like that!"

"No, stop it, I was watching that...!"

"(Y/N), we didn't even get to finish it! Why didn't you just wake me up?"

Yeah, yeah, whatever. All excuses you had heard a thousand times before, the boy never one to admit he's a deep sleeper. Plus, it'd further push the notion that you were indeed scared. Well, you weren't before, but the longer your gaze remained fixated on the plot and sound, the more your anxiousness grew. Your simple thoughts and wonders transpiring into more paranoia.

"Ahem..." and other miscellaneous coughing noises left your throat. It was a purposeful attempt to "accidentally" wake Freddy up. It was in hopes that you really, truly wouldn't have to suffer through this alone, as dramatic as that seemed. But the plot of the movie was thickening, and the scares were growing more intense. Almost hard to watch, and yet, you couldn't look away. Even when you really wanted to, those moments stifled by Freddy's slumped figure against you, holding you in place. Hell, you had practically buried yourself in the fluff of his curls as much as you could.

But it wasn't enough, and neither were your half-assed attempts to wake him through noise. So, your next best option was to fight to ignore the movie entirely. Completely tearing your eyes away from the screen, you scanned your surroundings for your phone.

You were lucky to see that you had placed it within reach, carefully going for it and turning down the brightness just enough so that you wouldn't go blind...

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Billygoat💀

Yo when are u coming home😃?

Why is something up?

No just curious

Idk, we'll be home when we get there, ig

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You huffed, rolling your eyes at the lackluster response. Didn't this boy understand that this was a matter of particular emergency?

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Billygoat💀

Gee, Billy. Thx for the insightful and helpful info

I'll be sure to consider that when I'm looking at the clock😐

😐

Did you want something or are you just distracting me from getting more candy rn, cuz...

I'm tryna get more than Eugene and I can't be texting you at every house

Fine k bye

Seen

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Well, that was a bust. If a conversation couldn't be had, your best bet was to rely on other social media. Although Instagram has been pretty dry lately, so it wasn't long before you had gotten bored of your feed and clicked the home button.

TikTok was always a good choice, though! You couldn't count how many times you had sat and scrolled on that app for... much longer than one should. But you quickly found it wasn't as entertaining when you couldn't even turn the volume up to hear anything.

Pinterest had become your last hope, saving a few pictures to your organized boards every so often as you scrolled through the different sections. But even that grew boring, and again, wasn't much help to keep you from listening to the horror going on in the movie. You didn't want to click your phone off, letting the darkness consume you once more. But to sit there with it on while not even using it seemed silly, so with reluctance, you clicked the side button and let it drop back to your side.

As much as you forced yourself to remember that it was all fake... just actors in costume and makeup; just musicians and soundboard creating the melodic effects; just CGI and scripts being read off of a paper... it didn't stop the feeling of being watched slowly crawling up your spine. Your arms littered with goosebumps, and- !!

You forced yourself to calm, even if it didn't work all that well. It was just the house settling. A sound easily mistakable for someone inside going bump in the night. But it was just you two. Just you, Freddy, and an old house. That's all.

And still, your eyes couldn't help but wander around anyway. The fort, every single blanket, pillow, and whatever else in its place casting odd looking shadows that seemed to warp and grow the longer you looked. And the worst of it all, the small entrance, a blanket for a door lazily draped over the opening that wasn't quite closed off. You could peer right through the tiny space, which granted you access to see right outside the open door into pitch-black nothingness.

'It's just the hallway.' You reminded yourself. 'You've been here hundreds of times; you know exactly what it looks like, (Y/N). There's just pictures and shelves, and the rug, and the doors to everyone else's rooms... it's just the hallway.'

You wished nothing more for than to be able to close that little bit of the blanket. But your jitters stopped you, barely even wanting to move, not that you really could with Freddy still holding you against him like you were a stress ball or a stuffed animal. A stress animal.

!!! "Fuck..." You whispered, this time having jumped at both a scare from the movie and the coincidential timing of Freddy's crutch tipping over on its own. Reasonably, it just fell over. Like any other crutch, it wasn't made to stand on its own and at one point or another, was going to lose its balance and drop from its leaned position on the side of Freddy's bunk bed.

But you were jumpy, adrenaline feuled, and oversuspicious. You were not thinking reasonably.

"Freddy, what was that..?!" You whisper-shouted, rapidly tapping at his shoulder until he stirred. Not fully awake, a staggered and voice-cracked, "Hmgh?" leaving him before he was already beginning to let sleep take him again.

"Dude, Freddy..." You trailed, tapping him some more which swiftly turned into gentle shakes. "Please wake up, I don't wanna be awake by myself."

"Then go t'sleep." He mumbled without second thought, barely conscious, which you couldn't really blame him for. But still, the fact that he didn't budge made you guilty. Waking him up over something that was probably nothing wasn't really fair. Not to mention, he was right, in a way.

"Move." You commanded, sinking yourself further so that you could lay against him rather than sit. With all of the previously mentioned factors in mind, maybe sleep was just what you needed.

You couldn't be scared if you weren't even conscious.

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Your restlessness proved otherwise, twists and turns slowly shaking Freddy awake until he had enough. Gently holding you from being able to tossle about, his eyes gently peeled open just to squint harshly at the light of his still-running laptop. He couldn't gauge what movie was playing next, but a short and small whine pulled away his attention from the screen and onto you. He smiled softly to himself, grazing over every single feature he could make out on your face.

Your brows, which were kintted together in your sleep before dropping down to your eyelashes. He had to resist from curling over them with knuckle of his index finger, instead watching as your eyes seemed to move about under your closed lids. It made him wonder what you were seeing in your dreams, and why it caused you to pout your lips and wiggle about in what looked like distress.

"Hey..." Freddy hummed as softly as he could, brushing hair out of your face in hopes to coax you awake as gently as possible.

"(Y/N), wake up."

This continued for a couple of short minutes, him cooing your name and you seeming to both fight sleep and your dream at the same time. A battle you were loosing, which only caused you to huff and hum some more. It led the boy to believe that it couldn't have been a good dream you were having. A nightmare, even. And anyone with a working brain could only assume why.

"(Y/N), wake up. You're just having a nightmare, 'kay? I'm guessing sleeping with horror movies playing in the background has gotta be some sort of fucked up subliminal for your brain, huh?"

He was more or less talking to himself at this point, only growing fully serious when small tears managed to ease their way from your closed eyes and down your cheeks. Crying was the ultimate no-go for one Freddy Freeman, your tears damn near a trigger for him with the way he responded.

"Hey-hey-hey, no, don't cry. (Y/N), wake up, wake up..."

And with a couple more eager shakes, you jolted up, nearly hitting your head against the "roof" and taking the whole fort down with you before Freddy stopped you. Your breathing was shallow, shaky, as you struggled to take in your surroundings and collect any proper thoughts together.

"Oh my gosh..." You sighed, having hardly any remembrance of the actual nightmare. All you had left was the feeling it parted you with, your heart pounding out of your chest and jumping slightly once more when you felt a hand slip into your own.

"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?"

"Oh..." Was all you could say, squeezing at his hand while attempting to form proper words. "I-... It... I'm sorry, I was just scared. I didn't mean to wake you. Well, I mean, I did try to earlier, but before I fell asleep. But-"

"(N/N)," He sighed, using a nickname in further attempts to bring you comfort. "You don't have to apologize, it's okay. Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to watch something else?"

"'Cause I just wanted to spend time with you." You admitted with ease. "Make you happy, y'know?"

"Wh- No, I am happy. I'm super happy, I'm always happy when I'm with you. Like you said when we first got home, it doesn't really matter what we do."

"Just as long as we're together." You finished, nodding to yourself.

"Exactly. But, minus the sappy shit... you were actually scared...?"

You narrowed your eyes at his snort, Freddy continuing on as if you wouldn't slap him at any given moment.

"I knew it, I knew it! Nobody who's normal death grips a pillow for no reason, you little liar~!"

"You were scared, too!!" You shouted a little louder than intended, shoving him lightly. "You jumped like ten feet in the air when we were watching "The Nun"."

"That's not fair. You know the religious horror stuff always gets me!" He laughed wildly, nudging you back as he went on. "Did you know that when they were filming, some of the cast members actually experienced real freaky-deaky shit?"

"No, but I do know that the girl from that movie is Vera Farmiga's sister." You stated matter-of-factly, Freddy's eyes going wide before turning to the screen. One of "The Conjuruing" movies, neither of you knew which, was playing and there the woman was, co-starring with Patrick Wilson.

"No way, oh my god...! I thought she looked familiar, but I didnt-! She has a sister?!"

You giggled at his passion, forgetting all about your worries and your scares while you two gossiped and ranted for as long as you could stay awake. Every fact branching off into more conversation until you two layer sprawled out in your fort, wrappers and bags everywhere while huddled in each other's arms. A perfect way to end the Halloween night, or any night, for that matter.

Bonus Ending (bc I like to spoil my readers🤭😼):

The light of the early morning sun blared through the window, neither of you two affected by its rays due to the comfort and darkness of your cave-like fort. A peaceful slumber had taken over the both of you, blissfully unaware of the chaos about to strike.

"Aah..."

"Whfmgh...! Wha'the fuck, dude...?!"

While your "scream" was barely that (more of a monotonous noise drenched in tiredness), Freddy was quick to react with slurred words to the sudden beams of light and wrecking of your guy's structure with wild movements. It was then replaced by a glare towards his brother, Billy staring down back at them with the same expression.

"I'm taking my blanket back. I was cold all night and could barely even make it to my bed because of... whatever this is, in my way."

"Bro, you just destroyed-!"

"-I don't care. Use your own shit next time."

You couldn't help but push your face further into the pillow. You tried your hardest to will yourself back to sleep, even if you were unable to help but smile at the amount of sass going on in the room. From two teenage boys, no less. But then again, what did you expect?

"Okay, so actually, you weren't even here when we used your stuff, so it was free game."

"What, am I supposed to call dibs on my own blanket, now?"

"What are you, five?" Was Freddy's quick-witted retort, pitching his voice up high to mimic that of a whiney baby. "Oh, woe is me, I'm Biwwy Batswon, and I can't sweep withouwt my bwankie, wah-wah-wah!"

The brunette's glare worsened, Freddy slightly feeling the pressure of this and going quiet for a mere, peaceful, four seconds while Billy spoke.

"...You're only acting like this 'cause she's here. And as soon as she's gone, I'm beating you with your own pillow."

You snorted, having yet to lift your face from the pillow nor choosing a side to the argument.

"Yeah, well, you wanna know who wasn't here? You! Or anyone else while I was stuck here! Lonely, all by myself with my girlfriend and way less candy than you, so you should consider yourself lucky that yo-"

"-Fine, you know what...?!" Billy interjected, moving across the room with an eerie silence that caused you to finally pop your head up and peer through your messy bed-head hair.

"Take it all, I don't give a shit...!!"

And with that, Billy practically launched his giant pillow case of candy in the direction of you two, suckers and gummies and whatever else flying everywhere while most others pelted the two of you like hail.

Natrually, you both screamed.

And, for legal purposes, it all ended in harmless laughter🫶🏽.

I miss Halloween, bruh, even tho the vibes have been kinda lackluster for it the past few years🥴.

~ Star✨️

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