#Diwali treats

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https://youtu.be/QrReM9rZtIM?si=B_FKclsPPIU1fhXI

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I wanted to combine my two favourite holidays - Halloween and Diwali - in one art piece and thought "hey why don't I also include my newfound obsession with Hatsune Miku as well?" Introducing our Lord and saviour Hatsune Miku as Halloween Miku and Diwali Miku. I was very inspired by Project Voltage and low-key wanna do more of these holiday themed Mikus in the future.

[idlingsomewhere]

r we still doing inbox trick or treating?

[yuukimiyas]

good mornie & happy halloweenie everyone!! (⃔ *`꒳´ * )⃕↝ i expect everyone & their faves to stop by the penthouse to trick or treat!! hehee ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ stay super safe & have the v best (& spookiest!!) day EVER!!

[worryswipe]

Happy Diwali to all my Indians and Happy Halloween as well!! Blog is open to trick or treaters!!

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Nutrisnack Diwali Red Box Hamper: A Festive Treat of Health and Joy

This beautifully designed red box is filled with a delightful assortment of nutritious snacks, perfect for sharing with loved ones during the festivities. Inside, you’ll find an enticing mix of energy bars, roasted nuts, and delicious dried fruits, all carefully selected to keep you energized and satisfied throughout the celebrations.

The Red Box Hamper is not just a treat for the taste buds; it’s a thoughtful gift that conveys love and care. Whether you’re hosting family gatherings or looking for the perfect gift for friends, this hamper adds a festive touch to any occasion.

Make this Diwali extra special by sharing the joy of wholesome snacking. Order your Nutrisnack Diwali Red Box Hamper today and celebrate with flavor, health, and happiness!

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15 Must-Try Diwali Recipes: A Festival of Flavors and Traditions

Diwali, the festival of lights, holds a special place in my heart, not just for the radiant glow of a thousand diyas or the resplendent colors of rangoli adorning our doorstep but also for the delectable array of sweets and snacks that grace our tables. As the festival approaches, the air is filled with the fragrance of ghee, the crackle of frying snacks, and the sweet melodies of joyous…

[lewishcmilton]

has anyone used to miss dior hair mist by any chance

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The Sweet and Tangy Delight of Metha Aampapad by MrMukhwas

Are you ready to embark on a mouthwatering journey through the world of Indian sweets and snacks? Today, we invite you to discover the delectable and delightful Metha Aampapad by MrMukhwas. This beloved treat is a testament to the rich and diverse culinary traditions of India, where flavors and textures are celebrated in every bite.

A Sweet Symphony of Flavors

Metha Aampapad, also known as Sweet Mango Leather, is a popular and cherished confection in India. It is made from ripe mango pulp, sugar, and an array of aromatic spices. What makes Metha Aampapad truly special is its ability to strike the perfect balance between sweet and tangy, a characteristic that has made it a beloved treat for generations.

The Making of Metha Aampapad

Creating Metha Aampapad is an art form that requires skill and patience. Here's a glimpse into the fascinating process:

Selection of Ripe Mangoes: The process begins with selecting ripe mangoes that are bursting with flavor and sweetness. These mangoes are washed, peeled, and the pulp is carefully extracted.

Cooking the Mango Pulp: The mango pulp is then cooked with sugar over low heat. This step is crucial in achieving the perfect sweetness and texture of the Aampapad.

A Versatile Treat

Metha Aampapad is incredibly versatile and can be enjoyed in various ways:

As a Snack: The bite-sized pieces are perfect for snacking. They offer a burst of sweet and tangy goodness that can satisfy your cravings at any time of the day.

Dessert: Metha Aampapad can also be incorporated into desserts. Try it as a topping for ice cream, yogurt, or even as a layer in your favorite cake.

For more information visit → https://mrmukhwas.in/

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Trick or Treat!

(And Happy Diwali!)

Happy Diwali to you too! You get:

OUR cone of shame!

[tarotbyjam24]

Collective messages from Lakshmi maa :

Celebrations\ good news\ positivity\blessings are coming on your way , it could be celebration about new house , marriage, or new family member coming to the family either by adoption or birth or you could also get new pets to your house .some people are coming back to their home land connecting with their ancestors , reunions\gatherings are also coming, you're advised to to your fav hobbies or just sing \dance your heart out ! Communicate with your family , friends 🎋

Some of you could also going through heartbreaks or you're not paying attention to you're health,you're not listening to your body's need . Please listen to your body's need Keep your heart protected treat yourself with a good hearty meal !

Some of you're super content in life feeling grateful for what you've in life and that the way how you live life ! Pure joy 🩷

Some of you are planning to go on trips near nature . This is your sign to go and heal ! I feel this trip will bring you creativity and happiness too

If some of you feeling like things aren't going your way they will soon start going your way you'll rise again ,old things will end and new beginnings will come , you might have feeling delusional but I see you're gaining clarity on things and not just following blind paths ,you're getting good at making decisions,some of you might have missed opportunities but you know that everything happens for good ✨

Don't feel bad about yourself don't feel guilty,sad release these emotions find some good ways to release them I reccomend meditation,dancing ,yoga, stretching or any physical activity that you love to do . There's light at the end of tunnel

Some of you need to move on it could be anything relationship,work etc any toxic situation you're not leaving it . Don't wait for right time , welcome the transition, take help from your surroundings if needed don't feel stuck.

Some of you aren't giving \pouring when you need to ? It's wrong guys please do your best everywhere, play your roles happily don't do it half a** . Be there for the people when they need you . Give your 100% . You're also lacking self care too . Please treat yourself as the king\queen like you're and treat others that way too because people project what they're shown \given

Some are overspending their money, focusing on showing off instead of stability,being selfish,not keeping their promises,taking advantage of their powers , lacking gratitude

Some of you are stuck in situations because you're choosing to be there , viewing situations from different pov , delaying things,having resistance . Please let it go .let it be . Care for yourself and for others too . Leave your ego

Some random advice 🌷: buy flowers, redecorate your place, go to catch sunrise , watch river\stream flow, work on your heart chakra, share your success with your loved ones , celebrate your Successes, don't be materialistic, do some self care ,fix your daily schedule, do some charity if you can , don't be too lazy guys new year's in 2 months get your life together 🩷 LASTLY BELEIVE IN YOURSELF! 🫶🏻

Note: this is collective reading,things may or may not resonate,take it all lightly nothing's set in stone until you believe so also please provide feedback if it resonated or not . This is my 1st time connecting with gods, goddesses and doing collective reading too 😊 so I'm grateful if you read it and resonate with it

bless you all have a great week ahead 🍁🎃 .oh yeah HAPPY DIWALI GUYS 🪔

[tapovashi]

Rituals to be a desi it girl

Before guidelines to this you're desi Matlab you're already an it girl .

Wear your mom's saree once a week and do a photoshoot yourself edit and think you're a Rajkumari cause you are .

Ysl , dior kya Hota hai attar ka naam suna hain? Get your hands on good quality attar .

Coconut oil is strong in cases of healing dry skin use it , along with ubtan ( besan , haldi , chandan) play 80's music and put it all over yourself and wash yourself like you're a queen bathing .

Put rose petals or neem leaves in your bath water, rose for symbolism of beauty neem for antibacterial property . Balti se nahate ho toh fir bhi dalo , balti ne Kab maharani ko roka hai?

Get niche here , get to know about a desi artistry if possible learn it , use it as your weapon . You know stocks bitch I know patachitra and stocks :)

A desi it girl knows ki internet se kharide Kapre Sab pehnenge toh unique nahi lagega , search for your local stores , buy textile make your own clothes with darzi, your mom wanna donate this saree you love , gorgeous gorgeous girls know that tab jaise pure textile hardly milte hai , girl make a kurta set .

Learn a desi dance form and put in the effort to learn it well .

Wear natural fabrics more and more

Matcha latte kya Hota hai haldi wala dood piyo or just haldi ginger tea , your skin will start glowing.

Make your own Kajal, youtube tutorials dekho.

Apne sabse luxurious Kapre hath se dho, see the delicacy feel the delicacy.

Make your own shampoo , reetha base

Rice ko fekne ki zaroorat nahi use it as a face pack blend karke

Jhumke kharido but zyada nahi have statement pieces exquisite and wear it often make it a you thing.

Wear jewellery even if you're going to get sabzi, who cares .

Jo larka apko rani ki Tarah treat na kare usko ignore karo .

Diwali mei apne diya khud paint karo .

Do tell me if yall want more :)

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The roommate

Surprise! Happy Halloween/Diwali/Dia de los muertos everyone!

Credits to @tojishugetiddies for giving me a base idea. Thanks, sweetie ☺️! 

This is just a two-parter, so I’m releasing part 1 today and then part 2 tomorrow on Halloween itself. 

Also, side note: I came up with the Optimus Prime idea before I went to watch the Transformers One movie, but I can’t recommend it enough!!! It’s SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭!!!

Original story

BONUS Halloween story!

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: none.

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Roommate!Miguel who walks down the stairs in his costume. 

Your neighbourhood was notorious for doing a big blowout celebration for Halloween and just like you always had, you loved dressing up for it. Your kids were old enough this year to go trick-or-treating with their friends, but you didn’t mind staying at home to hand out candy with Miguel- it gave you a chance to admire the other kids’ outfits and also left you with some alone time to get up to a little ‘trick-or-treating’ of your own with your big, strong husband … 🤭 

You rip open a packet of sweets and pour the contents into one of the large bowls in front of you and your son takes advantage of the opportunity to snatch a sweet as he walks past. You tsk at him in irritation, but Rio just shrugs and pulls out his phone as he takes a seat at the dining table. 

Roommate!Miguel who wraps his arms around your waist as he comes up behind you. 

“Need any help, querida?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek in greeting. You twist your head around to give him a smile, then snicker softly at the fake moustache you’d drawn onto his upper lip. 

You’d called him into your bathroom after finishing your own makeup, then sat him down on the chair in front of your dresser. He’d slid his hands up your thighs as you’d climbed onto his lap, his fingers squeezing and stroking you while you’d sketched the fine hairs onto his face. 

‘Miguel,’ you’d chastised him as his lips had stretched into a smile, ‘try not to smile so much.’

He’d grinned at your soft laughter and moved his hands up to your waist. 

‘I can’t help it, querida,’ he’d told you apologetically. ‘Why didn’t you just let me grow my own moustache?'

‘Because,’ you’d argued, getting back to work, ‘you’d look like a creep. And it would be annoying to kiss you.’

He’d snuck his fingers beneath your shirt and began running them across your skin as you’d continued and soon, your costume prep time had turned into a full-on makeout session with your sweet and sexy husband. 

Roommate!Miguel who steals a sweet out of the bowl as well. 

Your jaw drops in surprise and you glare at him as he walks around the kitchen island to take a seat in front of you. 

“Like father, like son,” you grumble, shaking your head in disapproval as you tear open another bag of sweets. “If I ask the two of you for help, you’ll probably finish all the sweets on your own.” 

Miguel glances over at his son in question, but Rio just shoots him the same confused look he was sure was on his own face. “!Papà!” 

Miguel looks up as your youngest son barrels down the stairs, a look of alarm on his little face. 

“¡Ten cuidado, pollito! (Be careful!)” Miguel warns him, holding his hands out as Rafael races towards him. His son slows down a little, but his body still buzzes with panic.

“!Papà! The lights aren’t working! Fix it!” 

Roommate!Miguel whose lips twitch with amusement at his son’s demand. 

He’d helped him attach the optical-fibre cables running through his Optimus Prime costume a few days ago, but something seemed to have gone wrong in the meantime. Miguel turns Rafael around and examines the cables, finding the problem easily. He reattaches the loose wire and turns the switch on, causing the costume to light up as they had intended. 

“Yes!” Rafael exclaims, bouncing with excitement. “¡Gracías, Papà!” 

He gives his dad a quick hug, then dashes back up to his room without another word. 

“Rio?” you call. “What time are your friends getting here?”

Rio checks his phone again for any new messages. “They said they should be here in about ten minutes. They’re picking up Danny first.”

“Who’s he dressed as?” Miguel asks, trying to find a way to steal another sweet from one of the bowls. Rio grins and sets his phone aside. 

“Daphne,” he reveals delightedly. “He got his mum to help him alter his skirt and everything! I think he’s going to steal his sister’s heels, but Shawn said he’s going to bring a spare pair of sneakers in case his feet start to hurt.”

His friends had decided to dress up at the Scooby Doo gang and though your son looked the polar opposite of the pale-skinned, blond-haired all-American golden boy, they’d still chosen him to play Fred thanks to the good looks he’d inherited from you and Miguel.

Roommate!Miguel who turns to the door when one of your neighbours pops her head in and calls out to you. 

“Hi everyone!” Sana begins, trying to keep the group of eleven-year-olds behind her at bay. “Is Rafael ready?” 

The woman had moved to your neighbourhood last year with her husband and two sons - the oldest of whom had quickly become good friends with your youngest. She was tall and thin with dark hair that always looked like she’d just come from the salon. Miguel stands and calls up the stairs for Rafa to come down and you don’t miss the way Sana’s eyes travel down your husband’s broad back. 

“Rafa! Rashid is here!” Miguel turns to shoot her an amused look as Rafa scurries back down the stairs and Sana returns it with a practised smile of her own. You lower your head to hide the way your eyes roll, then bend over to give your son a hug. 

“Bye, mami, love you!” Rafa recites before running around the island to tell the same to his dad. 

“Bye, bebito! ¡Te amo, mi solito!” you call after him as he disappears out the door with his friends. Miguel yells the same, then sits back down again.

Roommate!Miguel who jumps up again when he sees his daughter coming down the stairs. 

“Gabriella?!” he exclaims, unsure whether to be angry or terrified. “¡¿Qué diablos estás llevas?! (What the hell are you wearing?!)” 

Gabi stops and stares back at her father with his same deep-set, upturned eyes. 

“It’s my costume,” she replies, folding her arms across the tight shirt she’d put on over a pair of rolled-up shorts and a set of outrageously inappropriate fishnet stockings.

“What are you supposed to be?” Rio asks, narrowing his eyes in thought as he puzzles over his sister’s ‘costume’. You move to stand beside your husband and your features melt into a frown when you see what your daughter intends to leave the house in. 

“A witch?” Gabriella replies, gesturing to her pointed hat as if it should have been obvious. You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at her. 

“I thought witches were supposed to look scary?” you muse out loud. “Not like a teenage boy's wet dream.”

“¡Mamà!” Gabi screeches in horror at the same time that Rio groans, “¡Ay, mami! ¡Por amor de Dios! (For the love of God!)”

You shrug, unbothered by your children’s complaints. “If you're embarrassed to hear me say it, you should be embarrassed to let me see it. Who's the boy?”

Gabi furrows her brow in confusion. “What boy?”

“The boy you’re trying to impress with this outfit?” you reply. “Which you should never be doing, by the way: that’s a red flag. The guy should always be trying to impress you.”

Roommate!Miguel whose eyebrows shoot up at your words. 

He thinks back to the time before you’d started dating, trying to recall if he’d worked to impress you any more than you had. Maybe you were right: he could remember doing a few extra reps every time you’d joined him in the gym and he had shown off a little whenever you guys had studied together in the library or your shared living room. And there was that time he’d learned how to make your favourite dish so he could see the adorable smile that would light up your features when you came home to it after class. Ay, mierda. Maybe he really had always been trying to impress you. 

“There’s no guy, mami,” Gabi sighs, rolling her eyes at your implication. You fix your daughter with a challenging look and she finally starts feeling self-conscious. 

“There isn’t!” she insists, shifting awkwardly in position. “It’s just … Everyone else my age dresses up like this now!”

You turn to Rio in question. “Rio? Does everyone in Gabi’s year dress up like this?” 

“We wear school uniforms, mamà,” Rio replies exasperatedly, not wanting to be dragged into the conversation. 

“Outside of school?” you question, mimicking his sarcastic tone. Rio shrugs and glances at his phone again. 

“I dunno,” he replies, coolly “I don't go around looking at fourteen-year-olds outside of school.”

“Right answer …” Miguel supposes, confused by his son’s response. “Wrong situation.” 

You let your hands fall back to your sides, then you start walking up the stairs towards Gabriella. 

“Wait.” You stop suddenly and quickly return to the kitchen to grab the bowl of candy. Gabi furrows her brows at you, but holds a hand out to help you. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, helping you carry the bowls up to her room.

“I am making sure your brother stays healthy and your father stays hot,” you reply, prompting a wince out of your daughter. 

“Why do I keep asking you questions I know I don't want to hear the answers to?”

“Because you're your father's daughter.” 

Roommate!Miguel whose entire body warms at your words. 

How could you still call him ‘hot’, even after all this time? After seventeen years of marriage and three kids? Rio jumps up as the sound of his friends’ voices float through the doorway. 

“Bye, mami! Bye, Gabi!” he calls up the stairs, prompting you to rush out of his sister’s room and back down the stairs. 

“Wait! Let me see your costumes!” you screech excitedly, gesturing for Miguel to get your phone. He grabs it from the kitchen island and turns on the camera as he joins you. “Oh my god! You boys look so good!” 

You lean over to look at the photos he’s taken and Miguel wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Thanks, Mrs O’Hara,” Nick replies, flicking his shaggy wig out of his eyes. He takes in your costume: a long-sleeved black dress that exposes your collarbone and clings to your figure. “You look good too! The Addams family?” 

He shoots you a cheeky wink and Miguel pulls you a little closer into his side. 

“This is why I don’t invite you guys over anymore,” Rio says, smacking his friend on the back of the head. 

“Oh my god!” Gabi squeals, joining the two of you on the porch. “You guys look amazing!” 

“You look,” Shawn begins excitedly, his features lighting up when he sees Gabi. He pauses quickly, calming himself down so he doesn’t come across as too eager, then he finishes coolly, “nice too.” 

Gabriella smiles, oblivious to Shawn’s sudden shyness in her presence. “Thanks! My mum helped me!” 

Roommate!Miguel who breathes a sigh of relief when he sees his daughter’s new outfit. 

You’d made her roll her shorts back down to her mid-thighs and gotten rid of the fishnet stockings beneath. Then you’d switched her two-sizes-too-small shirt to an oversized black band tee you’d tucked into her shorts and rolled up the sleeves of. Finally, you’d clipped a section of her hair back, revealing her kohl-lined eyes, cherry red lips and two small fangs that peeked out from between her lips whenever she smiled. 

“Whoa, are you … shining, honeybee?” Danny asks, squinting to check that he was seeing right. Gabi frowns at the nickname, but holds her arms out for everyone to see. 

“Yup!” she confirms delightedly. “But it’s a secret.” 

“Hey, bee!” Mayday calls, walking through their gate in almost the exact same outfit Gabriella had had on earlier. “Are you- Oh! Hi, Rio …”

Rio grimaces as she lowers her head, letting her curly hair fall over her shy smile. You press your lips together as Miguel digs his fingers into your side and reach up to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. It was pretty obvious that his best friend’s daughter had a crush on your oldest son, but your husband had insisted time and time again that though he loved Peter, he did not want to become his brother-in-law. 

‘I don’t think that’s how it works, cariño,’ you’d supposed, amused by your husband’s horror at the very prospect. 

‘Good,’ Miguel had responded firmly. ‘I don’t want it to work.’

“Bye, guys!” Rio exclaims, pushing his friends out the gate before Mayday could say anything more.

“Bye, papito! ¡Te amo!” you call after him quickly. Mayday waves at the group as they rush past, then she jogs over to her best friend. 

“Wow! Nice dress, Aunty X! And you look really good in that suit, Uncle Miguel! Oh my god!” She stops suddenly when she notices Gabriella’s outfit. “You look so good, Gabi! How did you …?” 

“My mum helped,” she explains, pulling her friend in the house behind her. “Come on! I’ll help you get changed, then we can still match!”

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Trick or treat! Bonus happy Diwali!

Happy Halloween AND happy Diwali! Here’s a midcentury penguin inkwell.

[giveafike]

TLDR: Halloween with your boyfriend, Ben!

Word count + info: 4.8k. Dialogue (conversation and azzie commentary throughout).

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW but also...lwky PG 13. Suggestive themes, but nothing too NSFW. Mention of a burn injury and gagging in between (in a SFW way) so if that's something to put you off, read cautiously!

Azzie Notes ✚: YAYY halloween post! I couldn't pick what kind of blurb to write so...I wrote a bunch of mini ones! I tried something new, idk if I fw this format or not, you guys lmk honestly how you feel about bulleted posts.

ALSO! Stay safe tonight guys! Idk about you guys but where I'm from, Halloween can get a bit crazy or out of control, so whatever you do tonight, be responsible and sensible for this weekend! And happy Diwali to anyone celebrating - diye jalein aur mithaiyan chalen 🤭 bas khushiyaan hi khushiyaan ho (someone send me ukadiche modak PUHLEASE) 🤍🪔

I'm literally writing this part on the train home from work lmao, I'm gonna get on my laptop and get the big story up too, idk why it didn't upload yday but it's not here in my drafts or scheduled anymore! I'll figure it out tho dw.

Socials + Updates: twitter ( @azziegivesafike)

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Halloween'ing - B.T.S.

It must've been the very first time Ben was home for a holiday that wasn't Christmas or New Year's and God, were you excited.

Sure, losing in Paris sucked but the amount of time you could spend and things you could do together was exhilarating. You were practically buzzing off of the walls with ideas.

Halloween wasn't something you had given much care or notice to since your childhood, but now there was a whole new rush of activities and warmth surrounding the beautiful season, something you welcomed warmly.

how many homemade treats you could make, pumpkin carving with Ben, maybe even dress up together as a couple...

Ben was more eager about the idea of candy (and you in a sexy Halloween costume)

You could drone on and on about how good those Trader Joe Pumpkin Spice cookies were, you never expected yourself to fall for the Pumpkin Spice craze but here you were, talking Ben's ear off.

He rolled his eyes pretending to be nonchalant

even though he'd be reaching for another cookie within a few minutes.

"Just need to check they're not poisoned...are these laced with sumn'?"

A couple of days later, when you and Ben got back from the pumpkin patch, you laid out your carving kit on the island, practically jumping to get stuck in.

Was far from picture-perfect though.

Ben's kryptonite was the damn pumpkin from the get-go.

His shoulders are up to his ears as he leans over his pumpkin, cautiously poking at the hollowed-out insides with a look of pure dread.

You’ve literally provided him with every scooper and tool imaginable, trying to make this as clean as possible, but he’s still staring into the pumpkin like it’s some kind of orange horror show.

He holds his breath, then takes a tentative scoop, immediately gagging at the smell.

“Oh my god…babe, it’s like-” he shudders, hand over his nose, “like mouldy socks and old food had a baby.”

His face scrunches up as he recoils, practically jumping back. “Nah, no way.”

The sight is so absurd you burst into laughter, doubling over as he waves his hands like he’s trying to shake off the memory. "It’s not that bad! See!” you say, holding up a slimy handful of seeds with a wicked grin.

He gags, shuddering and shuts his eyes.

You’re insane if you think this is normal. This pumpkin needs, like, a hazmat suit or something.”

He flinches again, rubbing his nose like he can’t get the smell out of it, even though he hasn’t touched it with his bare hands yet.

He's deadass wearing medical gloves for this.

“Ben,” you gasp between laughs, wiping a tear from your eye. “It’s just a pumpkin. You’re acting like it’s a dead possum or something!”

“Smells like one,” he mutters darkly, gingerly pushing the spoon back toward the orange insides, his hand shaking just enough to make you lose it all over again.

Took maybe like, an hour and a half for him to de-gut the pumpkin

each attempt is met with a new level of melodrama, and by the fourth scoop, you’re clutching your sides, actually having to pause because you can barely breathe from laughing so hard.

He manages to carve out some semblance of a face, albeit a lopsided one with stupid teeth and tiny eyes that look more befuddled than scary.

“See? Told you I could do it,” he says, though his voice is shaky as if he’s barely recovered from a traumatising experience.

Such a diva, oh my god bruh.

You take one look at the pumpkin’s wonky, wide-eyed expression and nearly snort.

It's giving that "dumb ahh pumpkin" TikTok trend.

It’s actually the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen.

“Ben, it’s adorable.”

“S’posed to be scary…”

You glance over at him, lips twitching as you pull out your phone, quietly queuing up that TikTok audio. You hold in your laughter as you film the pumpkin with the distorted “pumpkin!” sound blaring, then pan the camera up to Ben.

The look of stunned betrayal on his face as he realises what you’ve done is absolutely priceless, his jaw dropping before he tries to reach for the phone.

The video catches his reaction in perfect two-second glory, and you both watch it back, his stunned face paired with the ridiculous audio, unable to stop laughing.

As you clean up, (Ben finally taking off his surgical blue gloves and scrubbing his hands away like a surgeon) you set the pumpkins outside and place the tealight candles inside, smiling at your actually scary pumpkin and...

that dumb pumpkin Ben made.

It's cute though, side by side, in its own way.

But you can't spend forever admiring them, it's time to make the snacks for your movie marathon tonight!

It was Ben's idea, he had a list of candy to buy and was on popcorn duty but the real star of the show was gonna be the Halloween classic; candy apples.

You both set up in the kitchen, bowls and ingredients spread out, ready to take on the challenge together.

Ben eyes the setup, grinning and rolling up his sleeves like he’s ready to make a masterpiece, even if you’re still suspicious of his pumpkin-carving skills.

The air is still sweet from the pumpkin guts, but with the sugar and cinnamon in the mix now, the atmosphere feels a bit warmer and cozier.

"Just you watch,” he says, giving you a confident wink. “I can make these apples look better than anything you’d find at a fair.”

It's adorable seeing Ben so confident and yet so easy by your side, almost competitive in his ways but not actually challenging or pushing you.

As you dip the apples one by one into the pot of Ben's hot sugar syrup, the colours come out glossy and bright red.

He might be onto something, these are looking pretty good!

As you both move onto the 4th one, you hear a small sizzle, then a loud, sharp hiss.

“Oh—ow, ow! Damn, that’s hot as fuck!”

You grab his hand immediately, your fingers gently running over the reddening spot on his palm.

“Ben! I told you to be careful! Sugar burns like crazy.”

“I knowwwww, I know,” he whines, wincing.

You lead him over to the sink and run cool water over his hand. You can’t help but smile softly as you fuss over him, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles while the cold water soothes his burn, holding his fingers in your hand as you focus on the pained spot.

“You’re such a disaster in the kitchen, you know that?”

“Hey, I was just…testing the temperature, tha's all.”

You roll your eyes and wrap his hand in a small ice pack for a bit, lingering there in the quiet, the coolness of the ice melting away any sting, until his hand feels better and you’re ready to tackle the apples again.

But no sooner than you start, he picks one up-

idiot

eyeing it as if he’s about to bite down without a second thought.

“BEN, ITS STILL SCALDING PUT IT DOW-”

You grab his wrist moving the semi-hardened apple away before he injures himself more.

"Just testin' your reflexes" he mumbles, laughing a bit.

"Sure."

Ben stepped out to light your pumpkins on the porch doorstep as the sun set, smiling and taking a quick photo, admiring the silly tradition spent together.

The house filled with the scent of caramel, you and Ben settle under a pile of blankets over you both, a bowl of popcorn wedged between your legs, and an assortment of snacks within easy reach for a spooky movie marathon.

He went out for a bit to "go grab something"

only to come back with some stupid clown mask, hiding behind the sofa to startle you.

After you screamed and he apologised with kisses and cuddles (after minutes of laughing and mocking you), you dimmed the lights and settled in, starting with a classic slasher that sets the spooky mood right from the start.

It doesn’t take long for the jump scares to start, and though you brace yourself, there’s one moment that catches you off guard, making you gasp and clutch his arm tightly. Ben laughs, his hand sliding around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Spooked already?”

“No! Not scared, just…caught off guard.”

Ben nestles his head against yours, finding himself kissing the top of your head, his arm around you as he rubs soothing circles on your arm.

He's doing all that to distract himself from the jumpscares btw.

Bc he's getting just as startled as you, if not more.

He completely zones out while watching and the jumpscares jolt through him, snapping him back to the movie plot, which then scares him even more - like, wdym there's a killer on the loose and he's literally right beside the main character?!?

But comforting you, in its odd way makes him feel comforted and safe too.

He can't help but find himself enthralled in all the silly traditions and festivities around Halloween just because it's by your side.

As the next one rolls in, he glances down at you and peppers kisses along your hairline, his lips warm and gentle.

Though you’re locked in and wrapped up in the tension of the movie, you feel safe and completely at ease in his arms.

Doesn't last long though.

As the hours creep into the deep of night it seems like the movies get spookier, creepier, and more disturbing, and his thumb rubs soft circles on your shoulder whenever a scene begins, almost instinctively comforting you as he whispers soft reassurances.

You can't even listen to what he's saying, your clammy hands gripping his arm as you squeal, failing to tear your eyes away.

"Oh my god, Be- BEN!! OH MY GOD!"

He just covers your eyes with his hand

"Ben, I can't see"

"Good, it's awful, don't watch this scene"

He feels super cool and smart for pulling that move out btw. “Just another day of protecting my girl”

By the time the credits roll on the last film, you’re tucked against him, drowsy, exhausted and a sugar crash hitting you as the remains of the candied apples and popcorn are strewn over the table.

He glances down, his fingers brushing your cheek, and tilts your chin up for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“Still scared?” he asks in a soft voice.

“Maybe a little,"

“Good,” he murmurs, his smile warm. “Means I get to hold you all night."

What an opportunist.

It's the night before Halloween before you know it, the excitement of pumpkin carving, candied apples, and scary movies behind you.

Ben suggests a late-night drive!

"Let's see the decorations, it's a trip down my memory lane"

He's got that :D face going on, how could you even resist?

The air is cool and crisp as you both pile into his car, wrapped in hoodies and each other’s warmth.

Ben reaches over, like he always does, lacing his fingers with yours as he pulls out of the driveway, his thumb brushing soft, slow circles over your hand.

The neighbourhood is dressed for the season, with yards filled with skeletons, giant spiders, and strings of orange and purple lights that flicker in the dark.

Some houses go all out, with life-size ghost projections, speakers, massive jumpscare decorations and fog machines casting an eerie glow across the lawns, while others keep it simple with a row of glowing pumpkins along the steps.

It’s like Halloween magic has taken over, and the streets are a soft blend of shadows and a warm, festive glow amidst the golden leaves scattered all over.

“See that one? That’s where the Johnsons live. They’ve been doin’ that witch since I was like, I dunno, 10? Never changes. Every year, same decorations.”

Ben points out more houses, telling you which ones hand out full-size candy bars, which houses skimped out and which ones used to scare him when he and Emma were kids.

“You’d be one of those kids who scoped out the best houses before Halloween, wouldn’t you?”

“Absolutely. Me, Emma and my buddies’d race for the full-sized bars, but if we made it to Mr. O’Malley’s house last? He’d run outta candy and give us IOU's for his store instead. That was the jackpot right there,” He laughs, squeezing your hand as he reminisces.

You nod, listening as he goes on, getting lost in the stories, the way his eyes sparkle a bit more with each memory. He talks about the high school haunted houses, how his friends would sneak around, trying to out-scare the actors, and the endless piles of candy that took him weeks to finish.

How Emma wouldn't let him tag along with her and her friends because he was embarrassing her.

His voice softens as he describes the little thrills and mischievous moments, almost as if Halloween itself has this permanent spot in his heart.

He drives slower, letting the headlights illuminate the way as you soak in the charm of it all and the softness of being alone together.

You rest your head against the window, his hand warm in yours, the night stretching on in the glow of the lights and the quiet roads.

“Hard to believe I get to spend it with the love of my life this year,” he says after a while, glancing over with a soft smile, his voice is barely above a whisper.

It's almost like he was saying it to himself, more than to you.

You kiss the back of his hand, holding it there, feeling the warmth of the moment entirely.

As you drive past another house, one with an elaborate ghost setup and an old-fashioned lamp swinging like a haunted porch light, he points, chuckling. “Man, they’d have the best haunted houses. I’d be scared stiff. Now? Not so much.”

"Uh-huh, sure, Ben. I reckon you'd still get scared."

"We can pretend like I’m the brave one.”

“Oh, so you’re brave now?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Only when you’re here,” he says, brushing a soft kiss over your knuckles.

"So cheesy, Shelton"

"And you eat it up every time" he quips back, smiling.

The drive back is peaceful, almost like you’re kids again, wrapped in an innocent kind of wonder and admiration that the holiday brings.

When he finally pulls into his driveway, he parks but doesn’t make a move to get out.

Instead, he rests his head on the seat, just watching you, studying you.

The moonlight catches in his eyes, and he gives you that sweet, sleepy look that’s filled with all the warmth and happiness you could ask for, both of you bathed in the moonlight together.

The next day is Halloween, and no surprise, Ben forgot to mention something:

there's a party...

and he said you're going....

"Ben, what the FUCK are we gonna wear? I don't even have anything remotely close to a costume and-"

"Victoria's Secret model?"

He gets a punch to the arm for that quip. He had that ready and blurted it out wayyyy too quickly.

Once again, he's an opportunist!

Can't fault him! Don't hate the player, hate the game or whatever those finance bros say.

You both end up going to a costume warehouse, which, to no surprise (except Ben's), is practically ransacked and has just a small selection left.

"Wow! These racks and shelves are almost empty!"

"Yeah Ben, it's quite literally Halloween day..."

"Oh, yeah..."

"yep."

By the time you make your way to the ladies' section, Ben’s excitement is borderline overwhelming.

He's tossing costumes in your direction, with each pick, his grin only grows, that voice of his thickening with each comment.

Bet you can't guess what kind of costumes he's looking at!

“Alright, babe, here’s what I’m thinkin’.”

He hands you a bag with a red devil outfit...

...which is basically a glorified bodysuit.

“This, or-wait, wait, wait…”

He reaches back and pulls out a barely-there nurse outfit.

“Maybe this? C’mon, tell me you wouldn’t look hot as hell in it.”

"Oh my god, Catwoman?! Baby...Catwoman! You'd look so fuckin' good as...wait what's this one? Oh! Or, how about a cop? It comes with handcuffs!!!"

He's practically blushing with several skimpy costumes in his arms, a gummy smile wide, and eyes massive like a teenager looking at a Playboy magazine for the first time.

“I was actually thinking… Fiona, from Shrek. The green body paint, prosthetic nose and all.”

His face falls in sheer horror.

He just stands there, slackjawed, like you’ve crushed his biggest dreams.

“Fiona…as in an ogre? He says the word like it’s filthy like he’s never even wanted to say it out loud.

“Yep! I could even add some fake dirt on my body, really make it realistic…”

Ben’s just staring at you, his face still frozen in disbelief. “Naw…nah, you didn’t just say that.”

He waves a hand up and down in front of you like he’s trying to wipe the thought from his mind.

“Babe, we’re supposed to look good, not…swampy.”

With a grin, you roll your eyes and you eventually head toward the dressing room, pulling on the first costume in his pile that he gave you to throw on.

Of course, it's a flirty Snow White costume; a corset with puff sleeves and tiny skirt, knee-high socks and a headband. When you step out, Ben’s mouth drops again, but this time with a grin that spreads across his face.

“See now that is what I’m talkin’ about,” he drawls, sliding a hand around your waist, fingers tracing the fabric. “Got me forgettin’ my own name…”

You roll your eyes, swatting his hand away. “Ben, it’s just Snow White!”

“Just Snow White?” he repeats, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m thinkin’ you’re the finest Snow White.” His fingers drift just a bit too low, making you laugh as you smack his hand away again.

Back in the dressing room, you slip into the next one, a green Tinkerbell dress that’s even shorter and lined with sparkles.

You don’t even have to walk out fully before Ben’s already there, grinning like he’s been waiting for hours.

“Look at you, my lil’ pixie…” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close, lips brushing your ear. “Darlin’, I don’t think I’m gonna let you wear this one outta my sight.”

“Are you even paying attention to the costumes or are you just looking for excuses?” you tease.

You're trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as his eyes practically undress you on the spot.

“Alright, alright.” He laughs, backing off as you return to the dressing room one more time to pull on the cop outfit.

His eyes roam over every inch, pausing at the handcuffs dangling from your fingers and the baton tucked into your belt, wrapped around your hips.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he mutters, his gaze darkening. He steps up, his hands back on your waist, fingers digging in a little tighter.

“You’re arrestin’ me, right? Pleaseeee say you’re here to arrest me.”

“You need to behave if we're gonna get out of this store with a costume for us,” you say, laughing as he tugs you closer, his eyes glued to the baton you’re tapping on his shoulder.

“Not a chance, babe.” He grins, leaning in. “Now, why don’t I go grab that badge of yours so I can behave just a lil worse…”

You shove him off with a scoff and an eye roll but that smile on your face deceived your annoyed expression.

You had a little plan schemed, all look you’d picked, your surprise masterpiece:

a head-to-toe roach costume with long, wiry legs, little antennae, and bug eyes on top.

You wriggle into the thick styrofoam costume, taking a deep breath before stepping out in all your creepy-crawly glory.

“Benny?” you call in a sing song voice, trying to keep a straight face. “Got the perfect costume.”

He turns, expecting another flirty outfit, and instead just stands there, blinking.

He’s completely silent.

A whole ten seconds pass before he finally clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“…Nah, babe,” he says, voice almost pitying. “Nah, this…this just ain’t right. Not right at all.”

You hold up your arms and wiggle the little roach legs at him, the same way you wiggled in the Snow White costume.

“What, it’s not cute?”

“I- baby, look- you know I love you…” he starts, trying and failing to keep from laughing as he waves at you. “But I just can’t- I can’t even look at you right now. That’s straight-up trauma in a costume.” He finally lets out a snort, covering his face with his hands.

Finally, after giving him a good laugh, you change into the last one, the one you’ve both been waiting for.

It’s an angel costume with a touch of elegance: a top made of shimmering gold metal feathers that shine under the store lights, a golden headpiece that makes you look almost ethereal, and long, graceful wings. The skirt flares out in layers of white and gold, making you look like you’ve stepped straight out of a dream.

When you step out, Ben’s quiet, the devilish grin on his face replaced by something a little softer, his breath hitching a bit, his gaze a little more serious as he takes you in.

“Now this,” he says, moving closer, reaching for your hand. “This is somethin’ else, darlin’. You look exactly what you are, an angel.”

“Good enough for Halloween?” you ask, giving a little twirl as the golden wings glint in the light.

“Oh, way better.” He nods, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Cause I’ll be right there as your devil.”

He hands you the bag for his costume, a black shirt, unbuttoned pretty low, black pants, and, of course, dark wings and horns.

“We’re gonna make one hell of a pair.” His gaze drifts over you again, taking in every detail.

“Angel like you with a devil like me might just be our best look yet.”

From the look in his eyes, you know this Halloween party is going to be a night to remember.

He paid for the costumes of course, btw.

Only after making a million innuendos about you being an angel.

"Y'know I thought angels were pure, you can get pretty nasty when you-"

"Shut it."

"Yes, m'darlin' ".

As you approach the house party, the bass thumps in your chest, seeing all sorts of costumes around you, some faces familiar to Ben, childhood friends and college peers alike.

After a few shots, a couple of drinking games and slurred conversations, you and Ben melt into each other in the cramped living room, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, fingers dipping dangerously low.

His other hand slips along the curve of your hip, thumb grazing your bare skin, sending a thrill up your spine.

The dim lights reflect off your golden feathers, casting a halo around you, but Ben’s dark eyes are glued to yours, unrepentant, that devilish grin driving you insane.

How in character!

His lips brush your ear, his breath warm and his words slurred and heavy with a bit too much vodka.

“You’re… somethin' else tonight, y’know that?” he murmurs, words melting into the bass line, his drawl thicker, slow and dragging as he pulls you even closer.

“Got every guy in here starin' at my angel…”

You laugh, tipsy, rolling your eyes. “Pretty sure they’re all lookin’ at you, devil boy.”

He just smiles, his hands sliding lower, pressing you tight against him as he lets out a low laugh. “Naw, they’re jealous,” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck as he speaks. “Cause I’m the only one you’re gettin’ all worked up over…”

You feel the heat rising between you two, the music, the drinks, the dim lights casting everything in a hazy blur.

He pulls you in, tilting your face up, his lips finding yours, messy and rough as if he’s been waiting all night to feel your mouth on his.

His hand cradles your face, fingers slipping into your hair, holding your jaw, tugging you close as he kisses you like he’s been starving for it.

He tastes like dark liquor and something a little sweeter, and when you pull away, you can’t tell if it’s his lips that are wet or yours.

He’s breathing heavily, eyes locked on you, that stupid, sinful grin spreading wider.

“Wanna get outta here?” he whispers, voice barely louder than the music.

You don’t even hesitate, nodding as he takes your hand and tugs you through the crowd, your pulse racing.

His grip is tight, his eyes glinting with that familiar, heated look, and you can’t help but laugh as he leads you out of the house and into the warm Floridian night.

You barely make it to outside, stumbling onto the lawn, before his hands are on you again, pressing you against the trunk of a tree, his mouth crashing into yours. You moan into him, hands running over his chest, feeling the heat radiating off him even through his shirt.

“Oh, Ben…” you breathe, leaning back as he drags his mouth along your neck, nipping and teasing, his laughter low and husky against your skin.

“God, you’re perfect,” he slurs, mouth brushing up the line of your jaw as his hand slides around your waist.

You’re ready for him to take you right then and there, leaves crunching underfoot, your fingers slipping under his shirt, tugging it open just a little further when-

“Wait, wait, wait,” he mutters, pulling back suddenly.

His eyes are wide and hazy, his head perks up as he looks over his shoulder for a moment and blinks, his mouth twisting into a grin as he takes your hand again.

“Hold up. Got an even better idea.”

You blink, trying to catch your breath, utterly dazed. “Wha-…what are you talking about?”

He’s already leading you down the sidewalk, back towards the rows of decorated houses, each porch lit up with Halloween lights and pumpkins.

You stop dead in your tracks, your lips still swollen from his kisses, realising he’s actually serious.

“Ben, you’re not-no way, no shot.” You laugh, almost disbelieving as he walks up the first driveway, holding your hand and looking back with that same goofy smile.

No way.

“Trick or treatin'!” he says, completely earnest, already reaching for the doorbell.

He's looking at you all innocent, like he wasn't being handsy with you just 2 minutes ago.

You stare at him, utterly floored. “Ben, you’re seriously…you’re just gonna go trick-or-treating? Right now? Like this?”

“Hell yeah!” he says, as if this is the most normal thing in the world, shrugging.

“I’m in costume, you’re in costume…what’s stoppin’ us?”

Before you can even answer, the door swings open, revealing an elderly woman with a massive bowl of candy. She takes one look at Ben in his black wings, the gold feathers shining around you, and lets out a cackle of laughter.

“Now, I didn’t expect trick-or-treaters this age tonight!” she says, eyes bright with amusement as she holds the candy out. “You two are just adorable. D'ya need a bag, hun?”

Ben grins, holding his hand out. “Thank you, ma’am. I mean…Halloween’s all about free candy, right?”

His boyish cheeky charm works like a treat, even on the old ones. smh.

With a warm chuckle, she drops a couple of candy bars into his hands before handing him a bag before she waves goodbye.

Ben shoves the candy in, already heading down to the next house, practically skipping with that same childish grin.

“C’mon, m'angel, let’s go score some more!”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you trail along beside him.

The night takes on a new light, the alcohol still buzzing through you both as you hit every house on the block, each one adding more candy to Ben’s rapidly filling bag.

He grabs an empty trick-or-treat bag left on a stoop, offering it to you with a dramatic flourish, and before long, you’re both stumbling from house to house, holding hands and giggling like you’re kids again.

Ben feeds you chocolate in between houses, his eyes soft and a little drowsy, that irresistible grin plastered on his face.

The two of you wander holding hands, his devil horns slightly askew, his shirt still messily half-buttoned as you both talk in low, slurred voices.

Somewhere along the way, you both end up sitting on the curb since your feet hurt.

You both go digging through the bags like kids, surrounded by a mix of Reese’s, Milky Ways, and Twix bars.

“Still thinkin’ you’re too old for trick-or-treatin’?” he teases, popping a Snickers in his mouth.

“Fine,” you admit, laughing, leaning into his side. “Guess I can kinda see the appeal.”

He just grins, sliding his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in as the streetlights flicker above you, pressing soft kisses to your hair.

In the quiet night, surrounded by candy wrappers and the warm glow of Halloween night, you’re perfectly happy, just you, your devil, and a bag full of treats.

There was nothing sweeter than spending Halloween with Ben <33

[gyubakeries]

OT13 as: types of people during Diwali

a/n: diwali is the indian festival of lights, and it celebrates the triumph of good over evil; light over darkness. people usually celebrate by dressing up in traditional clothes, bursting fireworks, decorating their houses in diyas (small lamps that look like this 🪔) and distributing sweets. in light of the festival just passing by, i thought of this! hope you guys like it <3

p.s. this is entirely my opinion and there's lots of other ways people behave during/celebrate diwali. this was written just based on my observations.

contents: mentions of firecrackers , seventeen written as desi boys (i was inspired to write this after watching them do the holiday dance w an indian carat)

firecracker names:

atom / sutli / chocolate bombs - really loud and annoying (don't mind the names)

chakra - circle-shaped. when lit, it rotates on the ground with one end on fire. VERY scary (to me)

pop pop - tiny round crackers that make a popping sound when you throw them on the ground. cute and harmless

rockets - the basic ones that whoosh into the sky and then burst into fireworks. pretty, but once lit, you need to be careful of it zooming at you

sparklers - pretty basic. they're sticks that, once lit, start sparkling. used to light the other types of crackers

type 1: the annoying people that burst firecrackers the entire night.

seungcheol: buys the LOUDEST bombs/crackers ; will be firing them off past midnight and ruin any chances of the neighborhood getting sleep. he's the guy that brings like ten candles and matchsticks (important because it helps people light up their crackers.)

jeonghan: simply evil. will throw pop pops at people for no reason. is a grown-up but will buy one of those fake diwali guns (they dont have bullets, just make a loud sound when fired) and chase little kids around.

chan: courageous (stupid) enough to hold a mini-rocket in his hand, light it while its in his hand (which is not supposed to be done) and throw the rocket out into the open. probably annoys girls by chasing behind them with sparklers, hoping to charm them. (the girls hate him.)

soonyoung: he's probably lighting chakras and then getting a friend (chan) to kick it around like it's a football. as if the thing isn't SPARKLING and on FIRE. has probably set off too many rockets into people's homes. he's a menace in the neighborhood.

type 2: the kind people who distribute sweets among neighbours and friends.

mingyu: he's probably making all the sweet treats by himself at home, with the help of his mom's recipes. packs them up in a cute way and gives them to his neighbors. (petty asf so he will avoid that annoying girl who stole extra sweets from him last year.)

joshua: bought like 20 of those expensive gift boxes with 5 different types of sweets in them for all his neighbors and friends because he's a sweetheart.

junhui: would also be distributing things among loved ones, but not the sweets people hope to see. the intricately designed box is opened to reveal ..... dry fruits. sorry jun, but those suck! (i'm also allergic.)

type 3: the unbothered people who ignore/sleep through the noise.

hansol: we've seen him sleep through grown-men doing karaoke. sleeping through firecrackers is light work for him.

jihoon: probably just immerses himself into his work. will be holed up in his studio, so all outside noise is cancelled out.

wonwoo: would also be engrossed in gaming or something that requires him putting his noise-cancelling headphones on. the smoke from the crackers makes his eyes burn, so he doesn't burst crackers.

type 4: the scaredy-cats and drama queens.

seokmin: he's going to be amidst all the firecrackers, but he's going to be screaming his ass off the entire time. people will be going deaf that evening. will act like the tiny pop pops are life-threatening. (they aren't.)

seungkwan: dramatics will be dialled up to a 100. initially, he's gonna bitch about all the people who burst crackers and call them annoying because the sound irritates him. but he will be found downstairs in the evening because he has major FOMO. will be either throwing out side-eyes or scolding people who are a threat to him (literally just trying to give him a sparkler.)

type 5: the eco-friendly person.

minghao: the type of guy to go around saying, "this year, i'm celebrating a green diwali" (which is good btw. bursting crackers severely pollutes the air) unfortunately, all his friends and the little kids think he's either too scared to join them or too superficial for caring about the environment. he doesn't care anyways ; will be decorating his house all pretty with lights and diyas though.

-fin.

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