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pretzel-box · 8 months ago

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OCTOBER PRESSURE PROMPTS MASTERLIST HERE

Characters: Sebastian & Reader

Scenario: You are meeting your partner again after thinking over the years that he died.

Tags: Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Reunion

Words: 1,1k

It all began the moment you arrived.

The vent burst open with force, clattering through the dark hallway like a paper bird caught in the wind, hitting a distant corner with a soft, lingering echo. Sebastian heard the shifting and clattering from within the duct—an unmistakable signal that someone was entering his little shop. His shop, a place that served more his own needs than the fleeting whims of the foolish, disposable souls who wandered in. Each one more clueless than the last, leaving him to wonder if Urbanshade's plans would ever succeed.

But then, with just a glimpse, those thoughts evaporated, like clouds dispersed with the simple wave of your hand.

You stood there.

And in the instant he saw you, a wave of loneliness and nostalgia welled up inside him, creeping through his veins and wrapping around his heart with a bittersweet, melancholic grip.

You were as beautiful as the day he had left you. Your hair, though messily tousled, shimmered under the faint glow of his lure, catching the light just as it always had. Your eyes still held that same warmth, the one he had basked in night after night before fate tore you apart. Despite the horrors you must have endured, he knew—it was still you. The love of his life.

He ached for those fleeting touches, the gentle caress of your hand, the way your soft whispers once filled the silence between you. The nights had been so quiet without you, empty without the rhythm of your breath beside him.

He craved it all—the feel of your fingers threading through his raven locks, the soft press of your velvet lips against his cold ones. He longed for the warmth of your presence, the simple comfort of being held in your arms again.

His chest tightened with every breath, the weight of lost time pressing down on him like an anchor. So many nights had passed, empty and hollow without you, but now—now you were standing there, as real and tangible as his own heartbeat. The world outside his small, dark shop faded into the background, leaving only you in the spotlight of his mind.

Sebastian took a tentative step forward as best as he could with his tail, his usually sharp, calculating gaze softened with vulnerability he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. He hesitated, afraid that if he reached for you, you might dissolve into the shadows, just another ghost in his haunted memories.

But you were no ghost. You were real, standing there with the same quiet grace that had always made him feel seen, made him feel... human. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper, "Is it really you?"

Your eyes, shimmering with the same warmth he had once known so intimately, met his. They held a quiet strength, a testament to the hardships you had survived, but they softened when they fell on him. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hand rising gently to brush a strand of his dark hair from his face. The moment your fingers grazed his skin, he exhaled, a long, shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“It’s me,” you whispered, your voice as soft and familiar as the nights you spent tangled together beneath the stars.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as if afraid you might slip away. For so long, he had dreamed of this—of feeling your skin against his, of being enveloped in the comfort only you could give. His hands, trembling with both fear and longing, reached up to cup your face, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness he thought he had forgotten.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, his voice breaking at the edges. “I’ve been... I’ve been so lost without you.”

You smiled, a sad, knowing smile, and leaned into his touch. “You never lost me, Sebastian. I’ve always been with you. Even in the dark, I’ve always been there.”

The words struck him deep, filling the hollow spaces in his heart that had been left vacant for so long. Without thinking, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate embrace. You felt warm—so impossibly warm—against his cold, weary form, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world seemed a little less cruel.

As you rested your head against his chest, your fingers found their way into his raven hair, just as they used to. He shuddered at the touch, every nerve in his body alight with a craving for your presence. His lips, cool and trembling, brushed against your forehead before finding their way to yours. The kiss was slow, delicate—a reunion of souls more than a meeting of lips.

In that moment, the years apart melted away, and all that remained was you and him, intertwined as if you had never been separated. The shop, the Blacksite, Urbanshade—it all ceased to matter. All that existed was the warmth of your embrace, the softness of your lips, and the steady rhythm of your heart against his chest.

“I have missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, laden with a mixture of pain, relief, and a quiet, aching sadness that softened his usual sharp tone. His words trembled in the stillness between you, as if the weight of them had been held inside for too long.

“I love you too much to ever move on,” he continued, his eyes filled with a sorrow that cut deeper than any words could express. “I was so lost without you. So lost. And even in the darkness, when everything felt cold and empty… you were the only way home. The only one I needed.”

His gaze dropped, as if admitting it hurt too much, as if saying it out loud would unravel him completely. “I tried. I tried to bury it, to forget, but… I couldn’t. You’ve always been the one.”

His breath hitched once more, his chest rising and falling with the weight of emotions he could no longer contain. His eyes searched for you, desperate, pleading, as if looking for an anchor in a world that had left him adrift for far too long. His soul cried out, raw and exposed, longing for the solace only you could provide.

And yet, you stood there, silent.

You didn’t have to say a single word. The glimmer in your gaze, the way the soft light from his lure reflected in your eyes—it spoke volumes. It told him everything he needed to know. That you understood. That you always had. And that, even after everything, you were still there. Still his.

You had arrived after all.

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deerdoegone · 11 days ago

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SHERIFF ANNOUNCES END TO SEARCH FOR MISSING COLLEGE STUDENT, STERNLY REMINDS RESIDENTS TO AVOID FOREST WITHOUT GUIDE.

welcome to WESTPORT, new hampshire. along the eastern united states coastline, the vast flora and fauna that surround it can often mock the town's own population of long-term residents and obnoxious college students. sometimes, it feels like westport transitions to poorly mimic a major city or small town, depending on the situation; tight-knit, but this isn't a "everybody knows everybody" circumstance. it easily attracts tourists for the woodsy comfort, beaches underneath the cliffs, and charming appearance. with the main export being lumber and fish, it's not surprising to see most employed residents making pretty pennies for their latest catches. if not that, most work in business and law. as the leaves turn warm hues and greyhound buses arrive with passengers buying out hotels in and around the town, a unique species finds its own way there.

it is october 2009, and halloween is right around the corner. intro to my 2000s / 10s vampire dream reality.

somewhere along the rocky and eroded coastline, there lies the human embodiment of a deer in front of headlights: AALIYAH DOE. born on valentine's day, she is anxiously sweet and self-consciously forgiving. a sophomore attending the local ST. ANDREW'S UNIVERSITY, her focus is on directorial production and creative writing. pursuing the arts has been her goal in life since she was six. she knew from a young age who she wanted to be, and that carefully constructed identity involved escaping the foggy air of her hometown and becoming a hollywood director or screenplay writer, maybe even both if she was lucky. she calls sofia coppola her hero, loves catherine hardwick and wes anderson, and has an eye for the dreaminess of psychological horror. she is the epitome of the OBSESSED ARTIST trope, but is also a BABY DOLL.

her common traits are selfless. genuine. warm-hearted. kind. open-minded. shy.

covered in muted shades and feminine attire, she blends in with the dull backdrop and isn’t visually loud or colorful. one of her biggest pleasures comes from lying in bed all day and thinking of her crush on NATHANIEL "NATHAN" HARE, a quiet boy who sits next to her in algebra. they aren't friends, by the way. she's just a smitten girl who thinks asking for clarification on the answer to number five is flirting. it is not. someone tell her that. like right now. at the start of the school year, the professor had everyone introduce themselves to the person next to them and from that conversation, she knows that he is from a small town in canada and attending SAU on a student visa while working at a local shop downtown. he once offered to drive her home after classes due to the weather but she just stared wide eyed and couldn't accept it, blurting out that her mom was already picking her up. she walked home in the rain that day. NATHAN is portrayed by devon bostick.

as an unnoticeable amount of BRUTAL ATTACKS deemed to be animal aggression travels along the coast and hits quiet little westport, aaliyah puts her former life of normalcy on the back burner in order to help nathan come to terms with his newfound vampiric turning and help him grapple with the grief of who he once was AKA i live in offbrand twin peaks/arcadia bay/mystic falls/devil's kettle/forks and the guy i had a crush on showed up to my house one night after a concert covered in blood because he survived a vampire attack at the cost of becoming one himself.

aaliyah is the youngest daughter of JENNIFER DOE, a former editorial designer turned housewife who relocated to westport shortly after marrying SEAN MATTHEWS, a businessman in the tourism trade with his job primarily attending to upper-class tourists from western states and european cities. her older sisters are ELIANA and MARIAH, respectively twenty-six and twenty-two. only she and mariah still live with their parents under the roof of a neat two-story family traditional in upper-middle class neighborhood MOSSFIELD HILLS. she doesn't have many friends by choice and prefers a smaller circle, consistently seen with SO-HEE OH, AVA FRENCH, and NISA NABHANI, girls she's been best friends with since childhood and formed a group amongst the four.

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perfectlyoongi · 7 months ago

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN—FROM BTS ⠀⠀summary: there are countless ways to celebrate this holiday, but only BTS knew how to make it special.

⪩ pairing: bts (separately) x gn!reader. ⪩ genre: headcanons, fluff. establish-relationship. ⪩ word count: 3.5k total, ~500 each.

SEOKJIN 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Halloween has always been an enchanting time for Jin. maybe it was the bright colors of the trees, or the quicker dusk of days, but the reality is that, when autumn began, Jin was radiant, almost glowing. and when Halloween arrived it seemed like all the color in the streets and all the excitement in the houses came together inside Jin’s little heart. for him, there was no better time of the year than Halloween.

every year, when Halloween approached, Jin was quick to prepare a perfect celebration for that wonderful day. he started with food, always with food. as the end of october approached, Jin quickly found recipes online that made you smile due to their creativity. there were ghosts of ravioli, tacos that hugged food like a spider hugs its victim, hot dogs that seemed to be mummified by bread — the ideas were endless, just like Jin’s love for Halloween.

with full bellies and satisfied hearts, you and Jin cleaned the kitchen amidst singing and laughter, the soundtrack of ‘nightmare before christmas’ playing happily in your home. it had long since become a tradition of yours: cleaning the kitchen while singing. and on that special day, you had to hear something special. so, when doing duets of ‘rocky horror picture show’ or imitating plants with ‘little shop of horrors’, you and Jin cleaned the table and washed the dishes with as much joy as there was in the world. just for a few minutes the whole world seemed like a stage waiting for you two.

when the music stopped and the songs died down, when the night was about to take you to bed and snuggle up on that lively day, you and Jin sat at the living room table, each with your computer, and passed the remaining hours shouting between laughs. once when researched, it was amazing how many horror games could support two players. as such, during those ninety-so minutes, you and Jin ran away from monsters, built forts, and even mourned the other’s dramatic death. although the genre was horror, the number of laughs released by the two of you made that experience memorable and very dear to both of you — in the midst of all the chaos and terror, you knew you would always have Jin by your side, even if he had you locked away in the room with the killer.

and it was something simple, little moments that marked your Halloween. with small traditions that would always take place in your home, always in the comfort and safety of each other, you and Jin lived each Halloween with the magic and charm of Christmas: just pure happiness that culminated in eternal hours of pleasure and affection. every Halloween was an annual adventure that would forever be respected and loved by both of you.

YOONGI 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Yoongi wasn’t so much a fan of Halloween as he was of the fall season. there was something magical about the colorful destruction of all nature that provided Yoongi with an extreme comfort that only matched the comfort he felt when he was in your arms. as such, Yoongi wanted to make that holiday something magical.

every year, Yoongi spent endless amounts of time on the internet to prepare for the big month and holiday. the first thing Yoongi would look for was recipes for sweets and drinks with a more welcoming and nostalgic magic, making a selection of those that he knew would leave you with a smile on your lips. small colorful cookies and cakes, coffees and teas of the most varied flavors, a whole autumnal treat awaited you when you got home after a long day of work. and every year, without any exception, Yoongi would always wait for you with a bouquet of beautiful dried flowers and a smile so big on his lips you just couldn’t stop yourself from falling even more in love with him.

after having the recipes ready and the ingredients already chosen, Yoongi would look for the most nostalgic pumpkin patch in the region, making sure that its warm and bright colors were enough to make you happy. walking beside you among the pumpkins, listening to the laughter and screams of happy children, left Yoongi in a trance of pure comfort. holding hands with you, fingers intertwined to make sure you didn’t move away from him, Yoongi admired you whenever you suggested a pumpkin and he could only smile. there were no words he could say that sounded as melodious as your happiness.

back home, after preparing your drink and placing several cookies on the table, you and Yoongi carved the pumpkins while remembering childhood memories that surrounded this time. in the midst of all that confusion, among pieces of pumpkin and cookie crumbs, your living room table took on tones of serenity and refuge, covering the entire surface with the fragments of memories that that tradition of yours brought. when everything was ready and the candles were already lighting up the interior of your creations, you and Yoongi placed them at the entrance of your house and retired to the living room sofa with your hot drinks in hand, putting on a film that reflected all the magic and comfort that this season contained. more classic and films already reviewed so many times were enjoyed by the two of you for the rest of your night.

every year, wrapped in a blanket with Yoongi beside you, this special holiday was spent in the comfort of your relationship. a little of the magic of that time was carried in Yoongi’s small acts and gestures, which wrapped you in a blanket of pure happiness. Halloween for you was an important date, not because of the scares or legends, but because of Yoongi’s effort and attention — in just one day, Yoongi painted your life with pallets of the most comforting and beloved colors he could make. on just that day, only you and Yoongi existed.

HOSEOK 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

with a smile on his lips and an extensive list of activities in his pocket, Hoseok wished every year that this time would come as soon as possible so he could celebrate with you. throughout the year, Hoseok found himself collecting little ideas for dates and activities that could cheer you up during this time. all year long, Hoseok prepared each day of the week with precision to ensure that the comfort of this month and the joy of this holiday wrapped you in a blanket of pure bliss.

among so many ideas and suggestions, Hoseok had to admit that walking with you through the park was his favorite activity. whenever the two of you stepped onto the colorful blanket of all of nature’s dreams and that crunchy sound of happiness and hope echoed your footsteps, Hoseok felt free. of course there was magic in dancing and a certain charm on stage, but there, at that moment, hand in hand with you and an immense forest of conversations and laughter in front of him, Hoseok felt dazzled. there, in that moment, with you next to him, Hoseok felt infinite.

but it wasn’t just the walks that made Hoseok happy, no. what he liked most, and what he insisted on doing every year, was spending the whole night watching movies lying down with his head on your chest. the trick here is that since your first Halloween together, Hoseok has discovered the vast world of pre-1980s horror films. it was you who introduced him to these peculiarities when you said, almost begged, that you wanted to see the 1977 film ‘house’. it only took ten minutes for Hoseok to be completely surrendered to the terrible edits and even worse scripts.

since then, your Halloween nights were spent in bed, covered with a small blanket, and completely focused on the screen. while you combed Hoseok’s hair, gently massaging his head and providing Hoseok with extreme relaxation, he just looked at the screen and let the magic of the movies steal eternal laughter from him. from ‘nosferatus’ of 1922, to ‘carnival of souls’ of 1962, going through ‘the invisible man’ of 1933, an extensive list of adventures with the worst recommendations and the most amusing reviews were preciously stored on Hoseok’s phone.

in all the Halloweens that have passed and in all those that are yet to happen, Hoseok knew that that magic only came in your company. you were the one who enchanted Hoseok’s days, and you were the one who made him feel grateful to live each day by your side. and that was enough for him. just you, a film that made you laugh, and he felt like he was in heaven.

NAMJOON 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

on the last day of october, Namjoon had no plans. after working all day, only talking to you once in a while when time allowed, Namjoon was longing to get home and just rest. he would do anything to leave work early — perhaps because the month seemed so long, or because the days were starting to get shorter, there was no concrete answer; all Namjoon knew was that that day would only become good when he was in your company.

so, when he came home and saw you distracted in the living room reviewing those Halloween classics of yours, Namjoon would just smile: you were simply divine. without having any time to take in that heavenly sight, Namjoon was quick to crawl over to your couch and wrap you in a tight little hug that made him smile in relief. finally, there was some tranquility in that long and painful day. finally, Namjoon was with you, ready to really start living that day you loved so much.

after kissing your forehead and ordering your favorite food, Namjoon was going to take a long shower to relax before returning to the living room with dinner in his hands and two bottles of alcohol in his arms. Namjoon just wanted to decompress, he didn’t really want to do anything, but you liked that holiday, you were enchanted by the mysticism that surrounded that day — Namjoon would do everything for you to have a good night, even though he just wanted to sleep.

you ate excitedly while ‘the grim adventures of billy and mandy’ played episode after episode on your big television. that dinner, with the familiar voices of the characters, was always essential for you; whether it was Halloween or a regular tuesday, your dinners were sacred. each one listened attentively the other as their day was recounted between sighs and smiles. it was a tradition of yours that continued to fuel your flame — and, on Halloween, your conversations only got livelier: you looked stunning at this time of year. when dinner was over and all the dishes were clean, you and Namjoon were beginning the second and final part of your tradition. it was you who came up with the idea, and Namjoon was quick to accept — it was the perfect end to another long, boring day of work.

Namjoon spent brief minutes trying to find a horror film that contained all the clichés that this genre had; you would spend a few minutes creating a list of all the clichés and phrases that horror films could contain. when Namjoon finally committed to the movie, and you read the list to him out loud, you would each prepare your cup and wait patiently until something on the list happened. for long minutes, you and Namjoon played with the movie that was on the television, letting the alcohol act as a gentle blanket that protected you on that magical night. without realizing it, you end up falling asleep on the couch, involuntarily hugging each other, smiling gently with the rest of that troubled day lulling you to distant lands.

JIMIN 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

october 31st was always a surprise for you. every year, Jimin would look for the ideal activity to celebrate Halloween with you. of course, the countless costume parties and home movie sessions were always attractive to Jimin, especially if the night was a little colder. but you deserved something better, something that wasn’t so common. Jimin knew how much you enjoyed this holiday, and as such, year after year, he always found something new to do with you. you never knew what could await you, but that was part of the adventure.

on your first Halloween, Jimin took you to a forest with a basket full of food and a backpack full of scary stories from the internet that had the forest as their backdrop. of course, just a picnic under the moon listening to ghostly stories wasn’t enough — no. with the stories also came the jokes and Jimin made sure that only the best laughs came out of you. he didn’t mind spending the whole night reading the comments to find the ideal ones to make you laugh and ease some of the tension he would create.

you also remembered that Halloween where Jimin took you to an escape room that took you to an abandoned castle where count dracula had you and Jimin trapped in his basement. even though the two of you had only spent sixty minutes inside that room, you’d swear an eternity was spent among loose rocks and squeaking rats. all your wrong theories just made you laugh until you fell on the floor; whenever an employee’s voice came up to help you, you and Jimin just pushed the blame for the mistake onto the other; when the last key took you straight to the count’s room instead of the exit, you only realized that that Jimin’s idea, although hilarious and providing you dozens of good memories, was a little too intellectual for both of you.

you also still dreamed about the magic school you and Jimin attended last year. it was something so simple, something so childish — but it was something so good, something so cozy, something that reminded you why you loved Jimin so much. potions classes were held in the school’s basement, its cauldrons bubbling and glowing different colors; the spell classes were held on the second floor next to the (human) statue that moved on its own. dinner was in the main hall, six long tables occupying the entire space and taking dozens of people to those childhood dreams. for one night, you were magical. for one night, you breathed magic.

and this year only time will tell. Jimin never gave any hint of his plans — it was pure torture. and yet you waited anxiously. maybe he would wake you up with a breakfast themed around your favorite horror movies. who knows, Jimin could even take you to build a scarecrow to put in front of your house. or Jimin could simply decide to stay in the comfort of your house, in the comfort of your arms, rewatching films and series that had a more ghostly atmosphere. no one knows for sure, only Jimin, and that is a secret that he will only reveal tomorrow.

TAEHYUNG 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

every year, Taehyung prayed that on Halloween there would be no rain. he didn’t mind the cold, and a little wind didn’t make him mad; but if that day the heavens decided to mourn all the destruction of the world, Taehyung’s day would be ruined. it’s just that, on this specific day, where autumn was beginning and all of nature colored the streets with its farewell, Taehyung only had a single activity in mind. october 31st marked the anniversary of your first encounter and your first date and, devoted to your love, Taehyung insisted on scheduling a picnic just like you did so long ago.

preparing the whole morning for that date, Taehyung spent hours cooking or buying that food that warmed your heart, putting out books, notebooks, pens, everything that could be used to entertain you for an entire afternoon. so, with a small, orange blanket, a basket with all your favorite food and drinks, Taehyung was setting up a small picnic in the park where you first met, near that lake that saw your love blossom on that first date. and he tried his best to make that picnic always better than the last.

sometimes Taehyung liked to recite poetry to you while you rested your head in his lap. there were other times when he preferred to spend the afternoon listening to your stories, delighting in the little laughs you made and falling in love with your soul again. there were also times when the simple silence of nature was enough to lull both of you into the autumnal comfort characteristic of your relationship. honestly, Taehyung didn’t even care much about how you spent those little picnic hours; all Taehyung wanted was to relive those two magical days that completely changed his life. just you, the park and the blanket — nothing else mattered.

when night fell and the cold became a little more aggressive, you returned home while ordering your favorite food from that restaurant he took you to before asking you to be his partner. and that trip back home felt like the arrival of autumn itself: desired, coveted, awaited for too long to be unable to contain you enthusiasm. that dinner on your living room floor, that little tradition that came from so many past dates, was all you two thought about when the moon peeked out of the dark sky.

the day came to an end without any stress or problems — Taehyung made sure of that. there was nothing that could happen that he could not resolve, or omit until the next day arrived. october 31st was the only day when nothing could happen. october 31st was the only day that really mattered. and it was on october 31st that Taehyung declared his eternal love to you again in the memories of a glorious past with promises of a sublime future.

JUNGKOOK 𓏲 ִֶָ ๋ ᡣ𐭩

Jungkook loved celebrating Halloween. he couldn’t say why or what captivated him about that holiday, he just knew that when october arrived, he was counting the days, eager to reach the end of the month. as such, it was quite natural for Jungkook to have all the plans for this season laid out since the beginning of the year. and every year, without fail, among so many different activities and occupations, there were always those three traditions of yours that warmed Jungkook’s heart like a summer sun.

on the orange afternoons of the last day of the month, Jungkook would appear at the front door with a wide smile on his lips and white sheets in his arms. holding your hand gently and taking you to the park near your house, Jungkook liked to spend autumn afternoons taking photos alluding to Halloween. with sheets dressed and glasses on, you and Jungkook impersonated two ghosts who marveled at the modern world. camera rolls were spent amid laughter and poses, the withered time of those afternoons seeming warmer among your good mood.

when you returned home reviewing some photos and choosing the ones to print for your Halloween album, Jungkook could only think about what awaited you that night. his excitement was too much to contain — he was always looking forward to spending Halloween with you. so, after putting the sheets at home and making a quick dinner, your night would begin with scares and lots of screams.

Jungkook knew all the activities that would happen throughout the city and he deliberately chose the best horror houses that would have open hours. waiting in the entrance lines seemed like mere seconds. you and Jungkook had this power to convert time to your needs; your conversations flowed naturally, laughter clearing your mind before facing the manufactured horrors of the house you would visit. you walked carefully around the house, anticipating scares that would never happen and screaming at small noises designed to scare you. every year, you walked through a haunted house hand in hand and hearts jumping, always leaving with your hearts filled with laughter.

already tired from a day full of surprises and scares, you and Jungkook went to your room to finally rest. but since the night doesn’t end until dawn, you two weren’t going to sleep so early. Jungkook would play the playlist he made for Halloween gently in your room, while he waited for you to bring the box of face paint. and to satisfy your inner children and end that day on a more docile note, you and Jungkook painted yourselves as classic characters from Halloween; but it wasn’t that easy, no. one of you was always blindfolded, proving that you knew the other’s features perfectly as white brushes and red pencils danced in your shaking hands and made light laughter mix with the music, creating a melody of pure devotion in your room.

໒ ࣪˖˚ requested by: dear anonymous. ⠀⠀request: hihi!! if u celebrate and ur comfortable and everything, can i request hcs for celebrating halloween w them? any member(s) work(s), idm at all. thank u for ur time 🙏🏽 i love ur work so much, keep being fantastical 🔥🔥🔥 ⠀⠀cole's note: hii <3 tysm for the request !! i decided to include all the members so i did a shorter version but i hope it still makes you happy <3 i just wanted to make sure i give u the absolute best. also ty for ur words :< ilysm /p and i hope u know u have a wonderful soul !!

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