𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, imagines

~H A L L O W E EN

A/N: So I know, its March. But I'm legit idea dead and I wanted to write something so fucking bad. Here goes nothing. '-'

 Miles has always told me Halloween is his favorite Holiday because he gets to be whatever he wants to be and be what another people at school call him. A freak. I can only tell him that he isn't a freak, and  mean it. But he just gives me the same response.

" Y/n, I love you, I love you so much. But I'm freak, and there's nothing you can say or do to change that. "

Miles has had many issues in his life, even as a child. His parents died and on a daily basis hes taunted at school about it. And I, I always get in trouble for beating the shit out of who ever's being mean to him.

I'm surprised I haven't been expelled yet. 

I have my hand in his as we walk through the dark neighborhood some houses are decorated and  you can briefly hear kids Trick or Treating. I'm dressed as my usual ghost. Its pretty simple, I have a white sheet with fake blood on it over my body with holes cut out so I can see. Miles just goes as Miles, himself. 

We we're walking around the corner when somebody fiercely pushes Miles and makes him fall.  

" Hey, what the hell was that for? " I said.

I couldn't tell who it was because they we're wearing some sort of face paint. 

" You do know that your idiot of a boyfriend probably killed his own parents, right? " They taunted, my blood was boiling from their words.

I clenched my fists and well, punched them until they fell on the floor. Miles was already getting up and dragging me from the person. " Y/N, STOP JESUS FUCK! " he yelled, moving taking the blanket off of me. He moved the hair out of my face, I looked down at my fists, that wasn't fake blood. 

Okay so while I was writing the whole fight scene I thought of the Christmas Story when Ralphie was punching the shit out of that one mean ass rat ass looking kid.