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formulaforza · 10 months

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—strawberry wine

and all the times we used to have. (nothing defines a man like love that makes him soft). pairing: daniel ricciardo x female reader warnings: language, angst babyyy love, mackie... 5k ish. this is. definitely something. perhaps it should have stayed in the drafts but dani selected it from a group of it's peers yesterday evening.

It’s been years since you last spent enough time at the vineyard to be considered even a part-time employee. It’s hard to be there, now, in a way it didn’t used to be. Watching it fade away into obscurity and beg someone–anyone–to buy the property to land so your family can get out without generational debt. The fields just hold so many memories, an ancestral kind of history; your first job, the place you had your first drink, where you fell both in, and out of love for the first time. Being there now, watching it die a malignant death is just… sad. There isn’t anything poetic about it.

You long for the days of the peak, of never ending days spent behind the counter in the barn selling wealthy people on the aesthetics of a small, family-run vineyard. Of your father hosting tours and your mother tastings, of you, pink nose and shoulders kissed by the sun, picking grapes by hand. Of the days where help still had to be hired.

For a while there, it seemed like there was a never ending rotation of teenagers and twenty-somethings willing to do manual labor for minimum wage–thirteen an hour–from sunup to sundown. They’d even host the occasional tour on busy Saturday evenings, would be compensated in under the table bottles of wine and cash tips. None of them ever stuck around longer than a couple months, found better jobs indoors, closer to school, better pay. Well, nobody except Daniel.

Daniel worked at the vineyard for… four-ish years, with varying availability depending on seasons and school and racing.

Sometimes, when you lose yourself to sentiments and fantasy, you imagine a world where the Vineyard never faced any competition, where it is still thriving and you take over your mother’s job when she retires. Daniel still works there, maybe in the fields where he was always supposed to be, or maybe front of house guiding tours and helping you with tastings. Life is simple and plain and at the end of every night you lock the barn doors and go home together and eat dinner and grocery shop and do your taxes. Daniel strums the guitar on the porch when it rains. Life is easy and fun and you laugh more than you don’t.

It’s silly, really. But first loves are always silly.

He is one of the many memories that haunt the property, walking the lines of grapevines feeling more like a walk through a fogged out graveyard than anything.

Even now, all these years later, you can still see him sat in the swivel chair in the office doorway, throwing grapes at you while you attempt to run the dusty cash register. It’s a cool July afternoon and he’s got a stupid grin on his face and can’t look anywhere but you.

Daniel is kind of like those people you know you’re given young so that for the rest of your life you know what real feels like. They’re more a lesson than a lover, unfortunately.

—

You move through the place like you own it, which, you suppose technically you do, in some will locked away in an accountant’s filing cabinet, this all belongs to you. Right now, though, you’re seventeen and just returning from school, already setting up your homework on the end of the counter, a spattering of greetings from the local customers and the local hands, the people who know that this is more of a natural habitat than anywhere else on the planet will ever be.

Danny also moves around the place like he owns it, which, if it was up to him he probably would. He hums your name as he moves past, taps the opposite shoulder to the one he leans over, reading your textbook over your shoulder. “It’s seventeen,” he quips.

“It’s a history textbook,” you reply, eyes unmoving from the page.

“Seventeen-seventy, cunt.” There’s a half-empty bowl of fruit sitting on the counter. He leans over you to grab an orange. “Captain Hook and such,” he adds, hosting himself up onto the counter with a thud. You’re sure one day the old wood is going to give out on him and he’ll fall straight onto his ass. Part of you hopes you’re around to see it, the other knows that he’ll find a way to not only make it your fault, but also tease you about it for a minimum of six months.

“Fuck off, Danny,” you punctuate, just loud enough for him to hear.

“It’s Daniel, now.”

You snort. Finally, you give him your attention. “Danny is too unprofessional for a hot-shot Red Bull junior driver like you?”

“See,” he pops his thumb harshly through the peel of the orange, the citrus scent wafting out into the humid air. “You get it.”

You pout. “I’m still going to call you Danny.”

“No you won’t,” he laughs. God, the smell of orange is overwhelming, the kind that lingers long after the fruit is gone. When Danny goes back to work in a few minutes, tosses the peel and into the trash by the office door, he’ll still linger in the room with the smell of citrus.

“I will.”

“You know what,” he hums, biting into a slice. “Let me make you a deal.”

You smile, shake your head. “Shouldn’t I be the one making you a deal?”

He groans against the fruit, “Can you just?”

When you look up again, lean back in your chair and cross your arms, he has orange juice running down the side of his hand, all sweet and sticky and summery. “Fine.”

He smiles goofily, all fucking proud of himself just because you agreed to shut up for thirty seconds. “You can keep calling me Danny, but only if you let me take you out this weekend.”

“Danny,” you protest. This is far from the first time he’s tried to plant the seed of a date with him. It’s had to’ve been a year, by now. You know he’d drop it if you would just give him an answer, but a year later you still haven’t been able to deliver anything definitive.

He shrugs. “‘Dem’s the rules, honey.”

Maybe what you say next is your greatest mistake, or maybe it was what you were always going to say. Maybe you feel like you can say it because he leaves again soon, for longer than ever. You won’t have to live with the consequences of your actions, of your words. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s simply that you think Daniel is far too proper a name for the sticky-handed vineyard tour guide you’ve grown particularly fond of. Danny is much more fitting for him, which is most certainly why you say, okay. When are you picking me up?

—

You drive out from your parents house with your dad in his old Ford Bronco. It’s half rusted out and half chipped blue paint, with worn leather seats and a steering wheel somehow more worn than the rest of it. Seven black tree air fresheners hand from the rearview mirror, new car smell. This relic is well past that–he’s been driving it out to the property literally forever, and this trip won’t be any exception.

You hardly recognize the place, you think as you slam the squeaky door shut with enough force to make sure it really latches.

The fields are overgrown with tall grass and shrubs and mustard flowers. The trunks of the grapevines act as headstones for the sprawling field of dry, sunburnt plants. You don’t think anyone has been out there with a plow in months, if not years.

The barn, the one you grew up in, has been lost with the rest of the place to time. Red paint chips off the wood in massive flakes. The branding that had once run in big wooden letters along the top of the door have all since fallen, leaving a sad outline of your family name in its weathered wake. Two padlocks, one rusted shut, sit on the lock. Every step you take kicks up more dust.

You’re removed from your thoughts, from the hauntings and the sentiment and the memories, by the creaking of the tailgate on your father’s truck. Stuffed in the back of the Bronco are your afternoon tasks; a pair of bulk cutters for the padlocks, a new, state of the art keypad lock given to your Dad by a realtor, a post hole digger, and five for-sale signs haphazardly packed any way they would fit.

You spend most of the next couple hours digging holes along the road, filling them with the wooden posts of the for-sale signs, looking disapprovingly at the thirty-something in a suit that has been tasked with selling the unsellable property.

This is, what… the fifth person you’d hired to sell this fucking place. Soon enough, you’re going to be sticking up For Sale by Owner signs with a hand-written phone number in black sharpie along the fences that were supposed to keep animals out. Realtors were never in the budget to begin with.

—

You’re waiting on the old front porch when he pulls up in his beat-up truck, John Denver playing through the open windows, his hand moving in the wind up the entire dusty driveway. You don’t know what he can see, that your Mom is watching out the kitchen window with a friendly smile.

You’ve got your best sundress on, one that you’d debated wearing for almost thirty-six hours. The first week Danny worked in front of house with you, he spent the entire shift flirting with one of your Dad’s friend’s daughters. He said that sundresses are a crime committed against teenage boys and that when he meets God he’s going to have words with him over pretty girls and their affinity for said sundresses.

You’d laughed then, because you thought it was silly. You remembered it because you thought the new kid was kind of cute, in a you work for my parents and I could never think you’re cute way.

“Fuck,” is the first word out of his mouth, before the car door is even closed behind him, followed quickly by a check of his watch and “am I late?”

“No, no,” you smile, tucking a wind-blown strand of hair behind your ear, standing to your feet on the wooden stairs. “You’re early, actually. I think,” you chuckle. “I’m just,” you can feel your cheeks flushing. “I’m just excited.”

“Yeah,” he moves to you quickly, nervously. In the way only teenage boys on a first date do. “I’m excited too.”

“You look nice,” you say, stepping down the final couple of steps and meeting his waiting hand. “Your hair. I feel like I only ever see you in a hat.”

“Thanks, yeah,” he laughs. You’ve always loved his laugh, even when he’s annoying you and annoying customers and annoying himself. His laugh has always been good. “You look beautiful. I’ve never seen you, I mean. Not that you don’t always look–”

“Danny,” you interject as he opens the passenger side door.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he offers a smile and closes the door. Just before it latches shut, though, you hear him finish his sentence. “Thank you.”

He takes you to King’s Park, to the botanical garden after a stop for ice cream. He tells you that he’s had a crush on you this entire time and you ask him to tell you something you don’t already know. It’s then, in the botanical garden next to the water garden, that he tells you about his quote-en-quote ‘silly, kind of, like, backup dream, I guess’ where he has his own vineyard, brews his own wine and spends every day half drunk and wholly happy.

He stumbles through the entire telling of it, which is how you know he’s not fucking with you. He never gets nervous when it comes to fucking with you.

Perhaps that is where your silly, kind of like, backup dream started. The one where you and Daniel are working at the vineyard together and life is all death and taxes and grocery bills but somehow, in the midst of all the dull normalcy, you’re both happy as happy can be.

—

“Someone is out there looking at the place today,” your father tells you over the phone. You try to talk every day, a habit you’ve both picked up in the past couple years, in the time and space since you’ve turned thirty.

“You’re kidding,” you say. You’re sitting at the kitchen table, shoveling spoonfuls of some health-conscious cereal into your mouth (another post-thirtieth habit). “Who?”

“I don’t know, kid,” you swear you can hear the frown on his face, the deep smile lines and the frustrated forehead wrinkles from months in the direct southern sun. “Probably some fucking developer.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, maybe,” he sighs. “If I’m right, I’d bet they break ground on a neighborhood within the year.”

Your sigh matches his. You can’t even imagine it, front yards and vinyl flooring and white walls built on a foundation of your childhood memories. It’s like going back home, to your childhood home that you sold so many years ago, and discovering it’s been bulldozed, wiped clean from the face of the Earth. “That’s so sad.”

“I know, but, well. You know, honey. It’s not like we have much choice.”

You nod. You do understand. You understand more than you wish you did. “I know. I know. Still pretty fuckin’ sad, though.”

There’s a long silence. The kind of silence that can only be shared by a father and a daughter; a silence that speaks more words than the dictionary can hold. “She’d understand it,” he finally speaks. “She wouldn’t fucking like it, but she would understand it.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know she would.”

—

“Are you going to kill me?” You giggled, stumbling over your feet. Danny is leading you on the property, one hand over your eyes, the other on your waist, guiding you poorly.

“And be the first fucking suspect?” He laughs. “I think not.”

“Okay, then where are you taking me?” You beg. It's been going on like this for some half hour, before he even covered your eyes.

He laughs. You laugh. All the two of you do is laugh. “Can’t you lighten up?”

“Not when I’m being led to my death. No, I can’t!”

He stops, turns you around a hundred and eighty degrees and takes his hand off your eyes, fingers digging into either of your shoulders. “Babe," he says, and you'd think he was about to tell you he killed someone.

You mimic his seriousness, find humor in it. “Babe.”

“You trust me.”

“Do I?” You smile. He cocks his head to one side and rolls his big brown eyes. You would commit crimes for his eyes. “I do.”

“Okay, so then fucking trust me.”

“Okay,” you nod, closing your eyes.

“Okay?”

“Yes. Okay," you reach blindly for his hand, bring it to your eyes to block the light from them once more. "I trust you. Let’s go.”

After a short, terribly blind walk, Danny finally stops. You’ve been able to hear the river that flows out the back of the property for twenty minutes, but it’s close enough now that you can smell it; the sticks and the rocks and the mud and the water. You can practically feel the splashing of the water bouncing off the boulders.

“Okay. Open,” he instructs, removing his hand from your eye, moving his arms to hug you from behind, arms wrapped over the front of your chest.

You open your eyes to find a picnic, carefully set up with a spread of dinner and drinks and dessert, complete with a plaid flannel blanket and candles that smell like citronella masked with lavender and a bouquet of white roses already in a water filled vase. “Danny,” you hum, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

He kisses your temple, whispers against your hair, “Happy Anniversary.”

“Danny,” you drag out the letters of his name, of the nickname he only lets the people he loves call him by. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy and special.

“Honey,” he mocks you, sways behind you.

“This is too much,” You crane your neck to look at him, and then turn your whole body so you’re flush against his chest, close in a way only you get to be. “You’re so sweet.”

He laughs and it vibrates in both of your chests. A feeling you’ll never tire of. “I mean, this is not too much. Arguably, this is too little.”

“No,” you back away, out of his grip and take small steps backwards, towards the picnic and the waiting meal, pulling him along with you by interlocked pinkies. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Well,” his grin grows. “I can’t argue with that.”

“I love you so much,” you tell him, because you do, because you’re eighteen and everything in this life is so simple and black and white.

“I love you, too, and–”

“Oh my gosh,” you cut him off, wide-eyed and giddy. “Wine with strawberries?”

He nods. “Strawberry wine, if you will. For the winery with no strawberry fields.”

“This is better,” you state, with the utmost confidence, without even a sip or a sniff or any idea of what white wine he’d used as a base for his little cocktail.

“Definitely not, but sure.”

“It is, because you made it for me. That makes it perfect.”

—

You’re completely removed from the actual buying and selling of the property. It isn’t up to you to decline or accept or field offers, that’s all your dad. The place is still his, at least for a couple more weeks while all the paperwork processes.

It was an anonymous buyer, according to your Dad. Cash offer, over asking price. He’s not sure how the real estate agent managed it, and honestly? Neither are you. Objectively, that land isn’t worth the cost of cleaning it up. Everyone in their right mind knows it. You just come from a particular bloodline where the mind never was quite right when it came to the vineyard.

What shocks you most, though, is that the anonymous buyer–supposedly–is interested in restoring the place rather than bulldozing it.

“They asked me about the dirt,” your dad tells you on one of your daily phone calls. “Wanted to know about berries.”

“Berries?”

“Yeah, strawberries or raspberries or something like that.”

You scoff. What kind of fucking idiot is buying this land? It might just be a herd of manufactured houses after all. “Well, it’s too hot here for raspberries. Everyone knows that.”

“I know, that’s what I told them. They could probably grow strawberries in July or August.”

“Are they trying to make strawberry wine or something?” And, as if this is some fucked up kind of movie, and not real life, it all comes back to you. Every memory, every moment, all at the thought of fucking strawberries in wine.

“Good fucking luck to them, if they are.” Your grandparents entertained the idea of it once, all the fruit wines. It’s a fucking shit-show, according to legend. Hell to try and make, Heaven to taste. It just wasn’t worth it for them. But apparently now it’s worth it to someone.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, bite and bite until you’re worried you’ll draw blood, that you’re a single tooth away from popping a hole clear through the skin. There’s no way, there’s genuinely no way, right? “Dad?”

“Shoot.”

“It’s not.” You almost stop yourself, you almost have some common fucking sense and realize just how vast the world is and how completely unlikely it is that– almost. You almost stop yourself. “The anonymous buyer, it isn’t Daniel, is it?”

“Daniel?” He scoffs on the other end. “Better not be that fucking cunt.”

You smile, the kind of smile that you know you should feel guilty for having. “He’s not a cunt, Dad.”

“I never fucking liked that kid.”

You’re right–you think. You’re right, Dad. You didn’t like him. “You loved him.”

“No, I lost all my respect for him when he left you like he did,” his voice is laced with a calm seriousness. He’s always been your blind defender.

“Yeah, Dad,” you pause. Now’s as good a time as any, you suppose. “I’ve been… that’s not exactly how it went down.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Daniel didn’t leave me, and even if he did, Dad, he wouldn’t have done it then.”

—

“What the fuck are you talking about, you’re breaking up with me?” His voice cuts through continents. He’s somewhere in the UK, or maybe Italy, or maybe Asia. You honestly can’t keep track anymore, can barely keep track of the days of the week that you’re living much less the ones he’s in.

“It’s exactly what I said, Daniel,” you say, try to keep your voice as level headed as possible, to juxtapose the way your mind races, the way your heart rate spikes and your palms sweat and everything in you hurts. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“No, no. I’m making this fucking hard,” he’s riled up enough for the both of you. “You don’t just. This isn’t how this works, babe. You can’t just break up with me.” He’s raising his voice with you. You can count on one hand and have fingers left over the amount of times Danny has yelled at you, and this is the first time it’s not scary.

“I can, and I am,” your voice comes from your throat, choked out over the lull of your entire body begging you to please, please don’t do this. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry!” He yells, the last letter sound cracking with the realization of his actions. “You’re not sorry. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be doing it.”

“Okay, sure. Whatever.” He doesn’t make this easy, not that you’d expected it to be easy. You’d hoped for something cleaner, though. Less mess. “I’m having a great time breaking your heart.”

“Just. Why? Why are you doing this? What happened? What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything, D,” you sigh. You didn’t know that your heart could physically hurt. You thought that was some crap that they made up for movies and songs and poems, some grand metaphor for how sad you get. “I can’t be a girlfriend right now. To anyone.”

“That’s such bullshit.”

You can feel yourself shutting down, closing every part of yourself off, running on pure survival instincts. “I know. I’m a cunt.”

“You aren’t… fuck me. I mean, fuck, dude.” He laughs. There’s not a thing about it that sounds happy. “I know you don’t want this, I know it. Talk to me, please. Tell me what’s going on and I can help you and everything is going to be fine, baby. Just. Please.”

“Daniel.”

“Why are you calling me that?!”

“It’s what you like to be called!” You yell back, feel the burn in your nose and your cheeks and the sting in your chest.

There’s silence for so long you wonder if he’s hung up, if you’re supposed to. It’s minutes before he speaks again. “Not by you, it’s not.”

—

It’s been just past a year since the place got sold, and nobody from your family–nobody–has been there since. You moved out of town years before the sale, and your Dad has joined you, wants to be near you in his ever increasing age and always deepening wrinkles. When the arthritis sets in, someone needs to forge my signature for me, he tells you.

It’s not until her birthday that you’re back in Perth, that you’re struck with the sudden spark, with the idea to drive past the vineyard, to see what idiot is trying to plant raspberries in the Australian heat, to see who's living in your shoes and wearing your clothes and sleeping under your bed like a monster.

“I don’t know that we should do that,” your Dad says. “It’s going to make you sad.”

You shrug in the passenger seat of the old Bronco. “We’re in the parking lot of a cemetery, so,” you offer a near silent chuckle. “I think we’re a bit past sad.”

“Okay,” he nods. “There’s something you should know, then.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a neighborhood.”

“No, no. It’s a vineyard. Strawberries and grapes in the fields.”

“Well, good then,” you nod, glide your hands through the air outside the open window. “What’s wrong with it?”

He shrugs, drums his fingers on the beat up steering wheel. “You remember when you asked me last year if it was Daniel?”

“Dad. Don’t.”

“Well, I didn’t know it then, but–”

“I’m serious. Don’t tell me this, please,” you’re a second away from sticking your fingers in your ears and humming a nursery rhyme to keep the unsaid unspoken.

“Daniel bought the place, hon.”

“My Daniel?” You squeak. You haven’t felt this young in a while. Or this small.

He laughs, turns to face you with a look that begs you not to be so damn daft. “The only Daniel that means anything to anyone in this family.”

“When did you find out?”

“As soon as they put the sign up. I was still living out here.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You have so many questions. You don’t think there’s any you actually want answers to.

“What good was it going to do? I never thought you’d be back here.”

“Well. I’m back.”

He nods. “You’re back.”

You’re back. You never really left, you don’t think. It’s not something you can do around here. Perth is in your blood the same way wine is, some grand, immovable part of your soul. You suppose Daniel is there too, taking up a plot of land in your soul that can never be sold. He lives in you like summertime and sadness and strawberries. Strawberries. Him and his fucking strawberry white wines.

“He’s got strawberries?” You croak. Tears pull on your voice but you won’t give them the satisfaction. You’re grown now, it’s time to fucking act like it.

“Strawberry wine. First batches just came out last month. I heard it’s pretty good.”

“I bet.”

“You still wanna go?”

You nod, cold and stunted. “Yeah.”

You see the cars before you see the barn, they’re overflowing out of the parking lot and stopped on the side of the dirt road that leads to the drive. You’ve never seen it so busy. It looks like the pictures your parents used to show you, the ones where the place was fresh and new and shiny. The barn has a fresh coat of red paint, the parking lot is repaved and half full of ATVs with a logo for DR3 Wines printed on either side.

Above the door, a matching phrase, in simple white wooden letters–like what once was–hangs, announces the place to passers by.

Inside, it smells like wood, like lavender and citronella and alcohol. There are pictures on every wall, carefully framed photos of everyone in the world besides him. The counter is that same old slab of wood, the one that you always hoped he would fall through. On the wall behind is are more 4x6 photos than you can count, all unframed, all messily taken. He’s in some of those, holding a camera or posing with friends or hugging a grapevine. There’s one with you, right in the middle. You and he and your Mom on the back field picking grapes. It’s taken by your dad, you still remember that morning clear as day.

There’s another of you; a selfie taken on a point-and-shoot, the two of you with glasses of white wine and strawberries. Next to it is a picture of Kristen Bell and Dax Shephard leaning against the counter, half-drunk glasses in each of their hands.

Framed, on the edge of the counter, right beside the register, is a photo of the place when he first started working there, of your Mom and your Dad standing proudly in front of it. You took it. You left it in the office when your Dad decided to lock the doors for good. Our Story, the plaque below it reads, with a QR code to scan.

It leads to a linktree, to social media links and tasting menus and a merchandise shop. The last link, though, is stomach curling. It’s her name, your Mom’s. Fighting for her, it reads. When you click it, you’re taken to a website that encourages donations, that spreads awareness and promotes research, that thanks Daniel by name twice in two paragraphs for his consistent and generous donations and support.

Before you can make a bee-line for the exit, to tell your Dad that he was right and this was a mistake, you’re met with a red-faced teenage girl asking you if there’s anything she can help you with. “No, uh,” you swallow hard. “My parents were the previous owners, we just stopped in to see the place.”

“Oh my gosh, would you like a tour?”

“Um…” you pause, because you don’t know if you can handle being here. Seeing the place like this again. “Danny’s not… Daniel isn’t here, is he?” She shakes her head. You nod. “Then yeah, I guess. Let me just grab my dad?”

—

You get an invite to a VIP tasting at his vineyard two weeks after your visit. It’s scheduled during the F1 summer break, so you have no doubt he’ll be there, and if that wasn’t clue enough, his handwriting glaring back at you on the invite is about as obvious as obvious can be.

I hear you’re snooping around the old stomping grounds. I’d love to be there when you do it. Bring your Dad if he’s free. It’ll be a good night, lots of strawberry wine–the real shit this time. All love, (always your) Danny.

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ariesmoontarot · 3 months

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Important Message From Spirit🦋

The Piles:

Book A Personal Reading Here

The collective is in this very emotional energy. It’s like feeling so imaginative, passionate, in love (even if you don’t have a lover), & so sad and lonely at the same time. We’ve been feeling everything so deeply and our intuition is extremely heightened during this time. We’re very sensitive to energies and other peoples feelings, even our own feelings. This reading is timeless so whenever you come across this, it’ll be meant for you.

♡Pile One♡:

Based off the picture you chose I feel like you might’ve found love in the city, out of town (or they were out of town), you could be from a city or the other way around, but overall there’s this energy of looking for spiritual love. You want a deep connection that connects you to deeper parts of yourself. For some of you it could be that maybe you are finding love within yourself and learning to live in your truth. I see you expressing yourself authentically and being open and honest about how you feel and what you’re thinking. I also see some of you having a conversation with someone who will be expressing how they truly feel for you.

Channeled Song: We Found Love -Rihanna ft. Calvin Harris ( when she says “we found love in a hopeless place”) Hey There Lonely Girl -Eddie Holman (when he says “hey there lonely girl, lonely girl, don’t you know this lonely boy loves you”.) , Confidence -Ocean Alley (when he says “It’s all about confidence, babyyy”.)

I’m seeing you in this soft, nurturing energy. You’re loving yourself more, taking care of those around you, for some of you taking care of your kid(s), family, & the things you cherish most. You’re feeling really appreciative or you will be. I also see that someone has really nice eyes. Could be blue, light brown, or greenish hazel. Spirit is saying that you’ve been really patient, dedicated, & efficient. You’re putting in efficient effort into your priorities, goals, & connections. For some of you I’m hearing you’re focusing on nature or connecting with animals, taking care of animals/pets. Take that how it resonates. You’re reaping some type of reward for your hard work and discipline and it’s related to a relationship or important connection in your life. I’m hearing you’ve healed something that was hurting you and you’ve learned to love yourself and the things around you more deeply. You’ve connected to your roots and strengthened your faith and in doing this, you’ve removed illusions and feelings of confusion because you’re more grounded within your energy. You were feeling stuck in a temporary situation and it could’ve been in a connection for some of you. It was causing anxiety, stress, fear, & imbalance in your life. It definitely took up a lot of your thoughts and I’m seeing a change happening where you’re taking back your power and gaining control over your mind. Now isn’t the time for you to do anything impulsive or risky. Like diving into some kind of situation that you know isn’t good for you, that will resonate for some of you. It’s like someone left you out in the cold, kicked you while you were down, wasn’t there for you when you needed them most and everytime you’re thriving, looking good, healthy etc. they want to come back in and try to trick you into focusing on them or what you could’ve had with them. Don’t let this person in your energy for those that resonate with this. For my feminines I feel like you’re finally tapping back into your loving, compassionate, and nurturing energy. You’ve manifested communication with someone that you share a deep connection with and I’m sensing you really trust this person or you will. It can be a friend, lover, family, whatever. There’s distance between you and I feel like you’ve both been alone for some time. You’ve spent time in solitude, self reflecting, and so has this person. Trust your intuition and how you feel. I feel like this is a connection that is meant to heal you and it will bring you so much joy and happiness. it is the type of connection that will heal your inner child and bring back out your creativity. I feel like whenever you met or got closer to each other you both were in a period of your life where there was a lack of faith and hope. It’s like where hard times meet and end for the both of you. Not necessarily end, but they get so much easier to deal with when you’re with this person or have each other in your lives. Both of you could’ve grew up in families, or in an urban city/ place that was of low income. This connection is divinely guided. For those of you where this is a romantic situation, I see them hiding how they truly feel about you behind this cold demeanor because they’re still learning how they feel so they can better understand it. However, they are very honest and blunt with you. I feel like they could be a little distant at times or when you communicate with them it’s very quick and doesn’t necessarily last for that long. The conversations are short between you. They’re very patient and kind towards you. I feel like they really value this connection with you. Romantically speaking, they want to take their time with you and I see them wanting a very long-term commitment with you. For others there is some type of investment that you and this person are working towards together and it will be successful spirit is saying. Things might feel stagnant like they are moving slow or not exactly going at the pace that you want but I feel like this is the pace that you need.

This person feels a little bit stuck right now because they are gaining clarity about how they feel and trying to figure out a way to offer you something. it’s like they’re trying to figure out a way to communicate with you that they want a relationship with you, and they want to be able to invest in a future with you but they need a little bit of time to come forward, but they will. For others I feel like there are some type of ideas or plans that are being made and this person involved needs time to be able to think about what they wanna do and how they wanna go about these plans. Romantically they don’t wanna lose you. They are already sad as it is because I feel like they know that you’re holding back a deeper part of yourself, and they want to see and experience that deeper part of you. They want you to express your love for them and they want you to be nurturing and I’m seeing that they think that you are their person and they are hiding how they feel because of fear. They’re also letting go of bad habits and their pride. What’s next for you guys in romantic situations, I see this person coming in fast and they’re ready to tell you how they feel because I feel like they can’t see life without you in it you make them so happy and having you in their life feels like a blessing. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow but it’s coming really really soon. For those of you in other situations that aren’t romantic I see this person getting really inspired by something and that specific idea or feeling that they have, they’re going to tell you about it and it’s going to be something that is really smart and it will make the both of you very happy. For those of you who have kids and it’s not with this person, I see you getting in a relationship with them and they’re being very loving and supportive with you and your child or children. They want to take care of you.

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♡Pile Two♡:

Based off the picture you chose I feel like you’ve been very emotional and tapping into a deep part of yourself. You could be spending time alone, meditating, & learning more about who you are and what you believe in. Spirit is helping you learn to be more honest with yourself and others about how you feel and developing healthy ways of expressing it. Life could be flowing easily and I’m getting this energy of peace and serenity.

Channeled Song: No Air - Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown (the part where she says “if I should die before I wake, it’s cause you took my breath away. Losing you is like living in a world with no air.”)

There’s a connection in your life that you’ve been really patient about and I feel like things haven’t progressed the way you wanted. I’m hearing you put so much energy into it, but this person involved hasn’t shown up and offered you anything. You’ve put your focus and intention on loving yourself and those you cherish. You’re also focused on your responsibilities. 1111 can be significant. Communication, understanding, and honesty has been so hard with this person because when you try to talk to them it’s like they come off so cold and turn everything into a disagreement. They give you the cold shoulder and try to undermine you. I’m seeing that they always make it seem like things are harder for them and don’t consider your feelings, what you’re thinking, or even what you’re saying. It’s like talking to them is a losing game. However you’ve been independent, determined, confident, loving, & nurturing. You haven’t let this situation affect you. Or at least you aren’t anymore. You’re standing your ground. I’m seeing you manifesting clarity & you’re learning a very important lesson here. This person hurt you and has no intention of showing up the way you need them to. This could be a past person for a lot of you. They were blocking your blessings because you’ve held on and waited for them meanwhile they didn’t acknowledge it. You felt stuck and didn’t want to free yourself because you loved them. However it caused a lot of anxiety, confusion, indecision, & fear for you. It imbalanced your spiritual and emotional side. For a lot of you it’s that there’s a past person you’re holding onto that must be let go of in order for your blessing to be revealed. There are illusions and deceit in your life. Maybe it’s you just deceiving yourself because you know this person isn’t good for you. You’re self sabotaging yourself by allowing someone who’s only holding you back stick around. You don’t need this person, you want them. They don’t benefit you. You were drowning in emotion trying to save this person and just simply love them, but I’m hearing it’s time to let go. If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you then it’s for you, but if it doesn’t then you’ll know. Sometimes people will come back just for unhealthy reasons tho but when I say come back I mean come back and show up. Im hearing you take no chances of missing out. You’ll love someone for as long as you possibly can. You’ve been tossed to the side, left behind, lied to, and pushed away, but you still love endlessly. It’s time for that chapter of your life to end. You’re stepping into a new phase of your life and all that being breadcrumbed, confused, misled, lied to, and manipulated is in the past. You’re setting boundaries and you no longer tolerate it. I’m seeing you have the upper hand in a situation and you’re abundant. With energy, resources, whatever it is you may be abundant in you are able to share this with people who need it. I’m hearing you’re generous with your time and energy and you don’t mind spending quality time with those who need a light in their life. There is multiple energies around you. Multiple people who want your attention. I’m seeing you have your eyes set on what you want and you know exactly what that is. You want a deep connection with someone you can trust and commit to. I’m hearing you’ve checked out. You’ve put your emotions aside and now you’re giving off more of this intellectual energy. More aware, understanding, honest, smart, strategic, & blunt. You have very good discernment. Especially when it comes to other people’s energies and what is good for you and what isn’t. Trust what you know. Right now I’m having a hard time getting your messages out and I feel like spirit is saying the focus is you. You are the main highlight right now and you’re stepping into this divine feminine energy. If you don’t have feminine energy you’re stepping into a more intuitive, empathetic, nurturing energy. You are a healer whether you know it or not but you attract people who need you and your energy.

Just be careful not to let others drain you. Whatever blessings are coming for you spirit isn’t revealing too much. You’re diving deep into self reflection and spiritual awareness and I’m seeing you aren’t focused on love or relationships. Those come when you aren’t expecting it. Right now spirit is teaching you important lessons.

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♡Pile Three♡:

Based off the picture you chose I’m getting this energy of you feeling a bit melancholic and nostalgic in a bittersweet way. You’re spending time alone and focusing on tapping in with yourself because you’ve been feeling detached and disconnected from your feelings, maybe even your surroundings.

Channeled Song: Lose Control -Teddy Swims (specifically heard the part when he says “problematic, problem is I want your body like a fiend, like a bad habit. Bad habits hard to break when I’m with you. Yeah I know I can do it on my own, but I want that real full moon black magic, and it takes two.”)

I’m seeing that there are outside factors disrupting your life. It’s like situations that happen may feel like nothing ever goes your way. You’re holding back so much love and emotion and in this energy of hiding your love, hiding how you feel, being closed off emotionally, & feeling like you’re having a hard time letting go of emotions from your past. Maybe you’re having a hard time letting go of the way someone has made you feel. It’s like the feeling of rejection is weighing on you and maybe because of that hurt you’re isolating yourself and feeling lonely. You’re keeping yourself from being able to open up emotionally in connections. You know how you feel and why it is you feel the way you do but you’re still holding onto that hurt due to fear and anxiety. There is someone that God has for you and I’m seeing they will help you see through the illusions of your own emotions. Maybe even your pride is in the way. However this person is very emotionally intelligent and understanding they can just come off as very private at times. They know when to speak and they’re both logical and Intuitive when it comes to expressing themselves. They can be very passionate and flirty at times and sometimes be very rash about what they say or do. There’s a feeling either you’re feeling like you aren’t being appreciated enough or they are but I feel like spirit is telling you to step it up. Don’t hold back. Be open and free spirited. Allow yourself to feel and enjoy the feeling of love. Maybe you overthink too much at times and don’t allow yourself to feel. Some of you take your person for granted by not being emotionally there and making sure their needs are being met too. You’re very guarded about letting them in because of your boundaries. Spirit wants you to do what brings you joy. Don’t keep the sun out of your life because you’ve been hurt. I’m also hearing that no matter how other people act or what they say, never stop being you. You can come off with this very rigid and vain energy at times and I’m hearing it’s your ego. Listen to your intuitive side and give the love you want to give. Don’t listen to your fear. You are holding yourself back from receiving the love spirit wants you to receive. You’re hurting yourself because you won’t open up about how you feel to someone. I feel like you avoid conflicts and have a fear that you opening up about how you feel will start an argument. Know that hiding how you feel and refusing to communicate will only make things worse for you. It’s okay to feel passionate and excited. It’s okay to want someone and it’s okay to express how you feel to that person. I also feel like you don’t open up when you’re sad and you try to hide everything. Not everyone can read your mind. If you feel really overwhelmed take some time for yourself and then open up when you feel ready. Try to balance yourself out so your love life can be balanced as well. The more you’re in harmony with yourself and in tune with your emotions the more your love life improves. You miss opportunities when you refuse to make a choice and stay in a period of inaction. If you know what you want then act on it instead of letting the world make decisions for you. You will feel so much better when you allow yourself to do what you feel guided to do. Treat your partner with lovingly and morally. I feel like you want marriage and there is someone you deeply love in your life. This connection has the potential to lead to marriage. All you have to do is be honest. Even if this relationship doesn’t work out with the person you have in your life right now, you being honest and open will help you evolve and learn new lessons you need in order to move forward. I am seeing a positive result coming from your honesty though. Be sure that you know what you want before you act on it and plan your approach before taking action. All you need is confidence, courage, and drive. I feel like you’re picky about your lovers and so is this person. You both need independence and your own alone time.

Spirit is saying to be patient when it comes to this person. You both feel the same about each other honestly. I feel like if you say I love you to each other it’s genuine. If you haven’t said it yet you both love each other unconditionally. You’re ready to move forward and come towards your person. You might be scared because financially maybe you don’t feel stable and that creates insecurity within you but know that it’s okay. You don’t have to feel insecure about it with this person. Or with anyone for that matter. You may not be where you want to be financially but you don’t have to let that stop you. They think you are very intelligent and it’s a turn on for them. They are so attracted to the way you think and I feel like they admire the way you see life. They feel like you are their person and the relationship with you is very strong. It’s best to treat each other with gentleness and empathy because this relationship is very passionate so sometimes if not treated the right way anger or frustration can be an issue. You both want the traditional structured relationship and I’m seeing very high potential for this to happen. Be positive and do what you feel guided to do!! Pile one might resonate with some of you.

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♡Pile Four♡:

Based off the picture you chose I feel like you’re gaining clarity on a situation you didn’t see clearly before. Spirit is showing you the truth about something you’ve been feeling and it might be a truth that hurts, but it also lifts a weight that was holding you back or stagnant. It doesn’t have to be a truth that hurts though, that’s only for some!

Channeled Song: Counting Stars -OneRepublic (it’s crazy to me because in this song he says “in my face is flashing signs, seek it out and ye shall find.” And obviously lightning flashes)

You’re feeling a bit sad and disappointed because of a situation that happened in the recent past. I feel like you’re focused on the hurt rather than the positive side of things. Spirit is saying there are opportunities that are for you right now but you aren’t seeing them because you’re focused on negative feelings. However there is a wish fulfillment or something happening for you that will inspire you and give you hope. It’s like a divine revelation. You must get out of your own way. There are negative thoughts and fears circling your mind and this leads to self sabotage and constant hopelessness. There is abundance, love, happiness, and so much more waiting for you but you must let go of your worries. It’s easier said than done but when you tell yourself there is better you will eventually start to believe it. I see a romantic connection in store for a lot of you. For others I feel like a truth about a connection in your life has been revealed and it’s made you sad but it was for your own good. Things haven’t progressed the way you want them to but it’s because you aren’t focused on watering whatever it is you want to grow. I feel like some of you got clarity about how you feel towards someone and because you’re focused on how disappointed you are from other situations you’re not focused on this person. However they are abundant, nurturing, empathetic, intuitive, supportive, and understanding. They have love for you and I feel like they will understand how you feel if you open up to them. For others you’re not watering yourself enough. You aren’t loving yourself or realizing how much of an inspiring, kind, intelligent, divine being you are. Spirit wants you to devote more time and energy to yourself. I feel like communication with someone is happening very soon and there will be clarity and understanding in this conversation. Things will be balancing themselves out pretty quickly but there is a need for honesty. Take that however it resonates. I feel like some of you feel pessimistic about love and moving forward in life but spirit wants you to open up and enjoy the beauty of it. There are better times ahead and I feel like you are going to be receiving some type of good karma for all the hard work you’ve done in the past. You’ve been through so much and God is blessing you with something that will bring you so much peace. Just try to open yourself up to it and let go of the unnecessary burdens you’ve been carrying. Whatever hardships you’ve been facing I see you overcoming them and coming out stronger, more confident, & resilient. I also see you letting go of bad habits and making commitments to a very important job, person, or investment in your life. There will be plenty of opportunities coming your way.

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#spirituality #healing #spiritualjourney #positive vibes #tarot #love #pick a card #pac #astrology #spiritual community

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wishitweresummer · 1 year

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Three Fools in April (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word count: 1129

Happy April Fools Day everybody!!! This is mostly just karlnapity fluff with a lot of tickling sprinkled in!!! (Don’t forget, my canon keeps them in a sweet spot where everything is perfect.)

His fiancés had been so sweet to him that morning. Karl peppering his face with sweet kisses while he tied his special April Fools Day tie for him; purple and covered with little ducks who adorned jester hats. Sapnap massaging his shoulders from behind and smoothing down his shirt.

“You look great baby.”.

“Have an amazing day ducky.”.

Even after all this time they could still fill his tummy with butterflies. His whole walk to work he thought about how he would get to come home to them tonight. The warmest cuddles with his blaze-hybrid Sapnap. The sweetest kisses with his melty Karl. There was a floaty pep to his gait as he walked into what would turn out to be…a pretty strange day at the casino.

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The first time it happened was when he was looking over one of the machines. Firm hands squeezed his waist out of nowhere and forced him to yelp embarrassingly loud, drawing eyes from all over. He spun around to find Schlatt.

“Wha…?”, he faltered as the other man only laughed as he strolled away. Quackity quickly shrunk away from prying eyes and made his own escape.

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A large arm was thrown around his shoulders as they spoke business. Strolling down the hallway with Sam as they headed towards their meeting. Business as usual really…until Sam jabbed a knuckle into Quackity’s ribcage and earned a loud squawk. He squirmed out of the hold and rubbed his rib cage as Sam laughed. The other kept strolling towards the meeting and Quackity fumbled and followed along. He willed his cheeks to calm before they reached this meeting. Suddenly, he couldn’t even remember who was going to be there and what it was about.

~•~

Quackity had almost forgotten about the strange tickle-mood everyone seemed to be in while he leaned slightly across the counter and spoke to his cashiers through their protective glass. Until fingers scribbled up his wings. He gripped the counter and squealed. The hands left his wings and he heard laughter behind him. He turned back to see Fundy walking off. He faced his cashiers again with a sheepish look.

‘What is going on today?’, he thought.

~•~

The whole day was like that. Around every corner another one of his staff and friends tickled him for no reason. He found himself growing jumpier and jumpier. You think he would get used to it and expect it, but he only found himself on edge and more likely to overreact to the sudden tickles.

~•~

Somehow, he survived the day. He stretched his wings out and back in again as he walked home. The home he shared with his fiancés came into view and he felt the relief wash over him.

It wasn’t like he had had a bad day. Quite the opposite really. A flustering one, but not bad. His casino was thriving and he loved his staff. So they loved him back and wanted to see him giggle and laugh? Flustering…but not bad. More than anything he just missed the loves of his life. He thought back to how sweet they had been that morning as he tugged open the door.

“I’m home!!”, he called out. Maybe they would still be sweet tonight. He was excited to get either of them in his arms.

“Duckys home!! Just in time for dinner.”, Sapnap yanked him in by his arm and kissed him excitedly, pressing the door closed loudly behind him. The sound made Quackity jolt. “Jumpy today?”, Sapnap asked curiously.

“Actually, yeah a little. But, I’m good now! What’s for dinner?”. He cheesed as Karl entered the kitchen as well.

“Babyyy”, the other coo’ed as he saw him.

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When they ate a meal together they traded off who sat on their side alone. Quackity never minded his turns. He absentmindedly kicked and played with whoever’s feet got close enough as they spoke about their days.

“Mine was a bit strange, actually. People kept like, I don’t know…like tickling me?”. Karl choked on his food right away, quickly recovering but breaking into giggles. Sapnap smacked him.

“Shut up.”, he hissed. Karl looked away and swallowed his sounds. His face burned bright with the effort. Sapnap stared at him wide-mouthed. “Karl.”, he warned quietly. Karl covered his mouth and muffled his squeaky giggles. Quackity stayed silent as he watched the scene play out. Soon, Sapnap broke as well. The two in front of him laughing now. It only grew more uncontrollable as they watched Quackity’s face go from confusion to suspicion to incredulity.

“What did you two do?”.

“We’re sorry!!!”.

“I literaly forgot until just now!”, Karl snorted, shoving Sapnap as he laughed. Quackity stood up and pushed his chair back, staring across at the two.

“What did you do!”. The two collected themselves as best they could. Soft breathes caught between giggles.

“Okay okay…is it still on your back?”, Sapnap finally spoke.

“Is what on my back?”.

“The sign.”. Karl bit his lip, clearly on the verge of breaking again.

Quackity reached behind him and felt his back above his wings. Paper crinkled under his hand and he grabbed it and pulled it free.

A paper with the words ‘Tickle me!’ on it.

Quackity gaped at it. This is why he had lost count of how many times today he had been grabbed. Or fingers had come scribbling. Or pinching. His mind flashed back to Sapnap’s hands soothing his shoulders and down his back that morning.

“April Fools!!!”, Sapnap exclaimed.

“Yeahhh!! Happy April Fools Day!!!”, Karl cheered as well.

“You’re both dead.”. That sent them scrambling.

Karl squeaked as he jumped from the chair and ducked under Quackity’s arms. He tore out of the room as Sapnap shoved his chair in Quackity’s way and stumbled through his own escape.

Stood in the kitchen alone, he couldn’t help but laugh. Somewhere in the house he could hear his fiancés tripping over each other and giggling frantically. They both knew Quackity was the most ruthless out of all of them and he suspected it was only a matter of time before one turned on the other. His predictions came true only seconds after the thought when he heard Karl’s shriek tear through through the house. He laughed as he jogged out of the kitchen and towards the sounds.

Revenge would be coming down on both of them, despite Sapnap’s betrayal. As Quackity bounded up the stairs he was already planning ways he would pin them each down and make them scream apologies for the day he had.

~•~

So ridiculous, always. It was April Fools Day, but it was a day like any other really. The house full of laughter and three crazy people, crazy for each other.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

#wishitweresummer #mcyt tickle #lee!quackity #april fools 2023 #karlnapity tickle #quackity tickle #tickle fic #karlnapity fic

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euphternal · 13 days

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hi i love u hope u feel better 🥰

HEY BABYYY... first, i love u way and insanely more. and two, i am feeling insanely healed, happy, grateful, amazed, safe, assured and know my fucking worth.

i hope ur thriving (which i already damn well know u are) and feeling cunty (its because im constantly on loop, listening to renaissance)

#ᯓ euphternal ᡣ𐭩 #i cant even explain how happy i am rn #life is too fucking good rn

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darlingpoppet · 10 months

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✨ Get to know me ✨

I was tagged by @alibonbonn a while back (thank you so much!) sorry for the late response but I suppose this is a good way to reintroduce myself to my tumblr followers (hey y’all!)

Current Wallpaper: I don’t wanna take a screenshot of it since it’s someone else’s fanart but it’s this Hades Patrochilles piece by Zeyan. (are they on tumblr? Idk lemme know and I’ll reblog it!) my home screen is a much older eruri fanart whose artist I can’t even remember anymore :’) hopefully they’re out there thriving!

Three Ships: Patrochilles, Eruri, ummmm FrodoSam (idk I’ve been emotional about them again recently) also I feel like this shouldn’t be allowed to count since I haven’t played the game but I’ve been mega eyes emoji over FFXVI ever since I heard about Dion & Terence because I’m SO WEAK for any and all king & lionheart ships (these are all king & lionheart ships!!!!)

First ship: OH GOD it was probably 1x2, Heero Yuy x Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing aka the millennial baby’s first bl amirite folks? Wolfstar was also an early formative ship, from a book series whose name I can’t seem to remember now… hmm weird!

Fave color: mint green! I love wearing it and I love home aesthetics using it as an accent color

Last song: Mr. Kitty - After Dark

Last movie in theatres: ATSV babyyy!! I have half of that soundtrack stuck in my head 24/7 so any of those songs would also easily apply to the previous question

Last show: tv? I don’t know her (I’m pretty sure the last series I actually finished was OFMD but that was over a year ago and I still haven’t finished IWTV orz)

Currently reading: The Priory Of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (the real answer is “the Iliad for the 84847384th time”. I also just finished reading Plato’s Symposium)

Current obsession: Everyone who knows me knows this by now but I’ve been deep in a Greek mythology rabbit role for about a year & a half now with no hope of escape. Particularly anything Iliad/Trojan War/Achilles/Patrochilles related. I’m sorry for the person I’m about to become when Dr. Emily Wilson’s Iliad translation is released this September 😔

Unrelated obsession: I love watching ASMR videos, especially ones with massages, hair brushing, or 1st person POV where they do your makeup or give you a spa treatment or whatever lol. Also wood soup asmr! I also recently got into keyboard asmr and bought myself some wireless keyboards for my birthday which make nice thocky/clacky noises 🤤

Currently working on: a lot of fic writing for zines, djs, and ao3, but my main WIP is Where The Dead Forget, a memory loss AU Patrochilles fic set in the Hades game universe, which also has a lot of my own retellings of the Achilles & Patroclus myths woven in. The updates have been slow in the last few months but I’m finally close to publishing a new chapter. We’re still in the early game so come join me! ✨

Tagging: @cosmicvoidance @cottonomz-again @johaerys-writes @lostcauses-noregrets @zorthania @erwinsalive, and anyone else who wants to do it! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged or did this I haven’t been around lol)

#memes #my fics #about me

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princess---erica · 1 year

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Oh this is so vindicating YESSS

The proper fucking retcons 😩👌🏻 it's all going right the show is thriving yesss

The whole ep was just perfect i'm alive i'm living

Season 26 ftw babyyy

#south park #dikinbaus hot dogs #spoilers

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kirihotto · 1 year

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Christmas Secrets {JK X Reader 16+}

Christmas. A special time that comes around once a year, filled with magic stories and warmth. I Knew the rest of the members pretty well as soon as I started dating Jungkook. For the Christmas season The seven guys would host a party for themselves as old tradition. But when Jungkook and the band mates got big they hosted larger parties in the holiday spirit. Hundreds of idol groups and musicians were invited, sure they wouldn’t all come but it was still a lot of people. Which was the plan for the evening. This had been Jungkook and I’s first Christmas together. Needless to say he was flustered easily. He was the youngest member of BTS and I was his second partner. His first being a childish no real feelings relationship. Which made things quite entertaining at times.

“Thank you so much!” I called out to My boyfriend. Jungkook from his place on the couch beside me. His brown tinted hair sat messily on top of his head, ends of his hair meeting his black framed glasses. Strands flying in multiple directions looking similar to an anime character. Us both dressed in matching Christmas kooky Pj’s and slippers. Who wouldn't love this pink fluffy character. Which was exactly what I was holding in my hands. As wrapping paper covered our floor.

“Glad you enjoy it. Thank you for all those gifts as well.” His bunny smile greeted my tired eyes, waking me up slightly. JK swung his arm around me, dragging my body toward him. Though he was thankful I honestly hadn't gotten him much. While the stack of my gifts were.. Well a lot. My eyes shut for a moment, thriving in the warmth. A pink bunny snuggled in my arms. Luckily this year we didn't have any required part in the Christmas party. So we enjoyed our long sleep and late Christmas morning, it was currently around eleven. He sighed next to me after a good minute of comfortable silence. Running his hands through his messy hair. “Mmm~ We gotta get ready. We have to stop in to see my parents before the party. It won't be long. But they are waiting.”

“Mmm… ok ok. You get ready first. I’ll cook something up..” stretching, my words came out distorted. I now stood in front of him. A small tired chuckle from Jungkook, a yawn following. Grabbing his tattooed wrist sleepily pulling him up. Though other than moving his arm about he didn't budge. Giving up with a tired pout, still holding his hand. “Babyyy~”

“Yesss. I'm gonna love thank you.” He stretched himself up off the couch, his shirt lifting up slightly. Sneaking a peak at the famous hidden abs. Even though he had released a weird ass noise and was wearing a pink bunny like PJ set it was still hot. Tucking a piece of my wild hair behind my ear, he kissed my forehead. “I won't be long.”

As slight melodies filled the house and the patter of water from the bathroom. A sweet smell came through the kitchen. finished cooking and ate my serving. Jungkook came out not long after I finished. His hair was still wet and he had slipped on the same PJ’s for now.

“Aw, you finished that fast? I was hoping to eat with you.” He whined taking his dished up seat at the marble island. I finished the dishes up for a moment. Jungkook replying to texts most likely from his parents and bandmates.

“Hehe~ We can eat together at the party. AND with all the guys. It's been awhile.” Replying, I made my way to the shower. The warm water woke me up as planned. Jungkook had clearly been more lively after too. Leaving a steam filled bathroom I made my way to the dresser in my room. Assuming he had finished getting ready I rushed a little. It was already going for two and we still had to stop at his parents. Slipping on my planned outfit, doing my hair, makeup and final touches I headed toward the door. I had to make an effort for this event. It was a BIG deal from all the stories he had told me. The first real gathering and introductions I'd be getting. Even he was nervous about that part.

“You look amazing..” JK gawked as I paused on the stairs. Not expecting him to be right there. He looked amazing as well. More simple than what I wore. His tinted brown hair parted properly on the side. His glasses now gone. A striped red shirt and black jeans. Simplistic yet hot. He met me at the bottom of the stairs, taking my hand in his warm ones. Brushing his lips on said hand lightly. My other rested on the railing decorated with greenery. His gaze met mine almost evenly matched due to the steps. “Lets go.”

A quick stop to his parents place to receive and give gifts. This had been the third time I had met them. Luckily they seemed to like me. Not even entering the house they just greeted us at the door with warm hugs. The three people in front of me have warm bunny smiles. They pushed JK off to go to his big party; they knew they had been waiting for him. Through all the driving and finishing getting ready, it was around four. The party had started at five. Though the members had decided they couldn't open the dance hall until every member was accounted for in BTS. unless there was a reason they couldn't attend. The nerves got a hold of JK rather quickly. Reassuring him we made it on time. The building lit up beautifully as people began to enter the main doors slowly. News casting stations trailing behind the rich plates. I couldn't help but feel unprepared.

“News reporters..?” I asked nervously. Looking over at JK who had his bottom lip trapped by a bite. His doe eyes focused and shone ahead.

“Yes. don't worry they aren't allowed into the actual event. Just the front doors. There's a gate check so we know everyone who’s here.” His gaze flickered to me in the passenger's seat beside him. As he weaved through the parking lot. Where only six other cars were spotted. Clearly a private parking for the hosts. Jungkook came around to the passenger door and opened it for me. My daze forgetting we parked. He smiled up at me, a slight blush dusted his cheeks. From the cold or his nerves, it could have easily been either. A puff of warm breath flew into the air as he swung an arm to me.he embarrassingly stuttered. “M-my lady.”

Linking my arm in his as we walked through the slow forming crowd. Blush surly across both our cheeks. We entered the amazing hall, welcomed by warmth. But yet another door blocked our path. Starring at all the familiar artists JK pulled me along to where we needed to go. Next to the big doors inside was a man in a suit with a tablet. We walked up to him and bowed. He returned the gesture and let us past. Walking into an amazing hall decorated with white and gold. Greenery hanging throughout the gold trims above any reachable height. Crystal chandeliers lit the room as well as decorative candles. Sweets and food smells filled the room. A decent size stage was on the far right of the hall. Christmas trees decorated with gold ornaments and warm lights on each side of the stage. No one else had been around. Other than the six guys not far from the door all clumped together. As well as two other guests dressed up. Assuming they had been some of the members' dates. Just like I was. The two guests strayed off to the side of the ball room while the guys rushed toward us. As we were Arm in arm.

“JAYY KAYYY!” Hoseok clearly called. His voice boomed across the empty hall. He stood in front of the rest with his arms out, a huge smile dressing his face. Suga stood silently next to him, greeting us with a small awkward wave. Hoseok hugged JK as we unlinked our arms. “Oh our maknae is finally here!”

“Hello F/N. Jungkook.” Namjoons deep but warm voice boomed out. His hands tucked in his pocket. A dimple smile filled his face as well, he nodded. Jimin and Tae were giggling about something as they came last behind the rest of the group. All dressed and styled up, to be honest. Not how I usually seen them. I bowed once they all reached us. They all shook their heads and smiled warmly welcoming me as one of their own. “No need for that.”

“So~ This is our Jungkookies partner huh?” Jimin purred out, snaking his way behind JK and I. jumping slightly when he spoke. Jungkook’s face drowned with red. Jimin just laughed behind him.

“Ok! We're all here! Let's get those doors open!” Namjoon called out with his hands around his mouth. The guys all lined up in front of said doors. While I awkwardly and nervously stood behind them.

“Come here!” JK whispered to me from the end of the line. His face is still slightly red. I rushed over as I linked arms with him again. I did NOT have enough confidence as he did.

“Happy Holidays from BTS!” They all shouted in sync, bowing slightly. I did the same. The other people who had been in here with us a few earlier, Had come by Yoongi and Jin’s sides after the greeting. I was now realizing why they had stayed over there. opps…

The first artist of the night began to play on stage. The people flooded in and for the most part stayed in the groups they came in. going for the dinner tables. Us included. We had a reserved table with enough seats for the members and three dates. Which included one for me. Once again the other guests had sat next to Yoongi and Jin. I could only Imagine that they were there dates. Much needed chatting and drinking was finally happening. For all the hard working artists. Even though I wasn't an artist I was quite fond of an alcoholic drink myself. Making me a little more off judgment than usual. But enough not to embarrass myself. Eventually a new more upbeat artist came on stage. Drifting people toward the dance hall. While a decent amount of people came to greet the BTS members just around the dinner tables. JK greeted me to a couple of artists bowing politely. Until JK had enough. Dragging me toward the dance floor. A few fun rhythms and slow dances later I was getting bored. As amazing as it was to be pressed against JK’s built form. Swaying rhythmically. Having a little trick up my sleeve i’d like to play. To be completely honest. Jimin. Gave me the idea.

“Come with me.” He signaled by a tug on my arm. He led me to a room with a big table, more drinks and couches. Artists again were placed about the room ranting. More of JK’s hyungs were in the room. This is great. Only one seat was open and I had no choice but to perch on his lap. People coming and going I didn't dare move. Eventually the rest of the members came to relax in the more quiet room. Drinking more and more I lost my clutch on reason. Not a care in the world who saw. My hands were now around JK’s shoulders as my back faced everyone else. Leaving soft breaths along his neck. His hands on my waist to balance me.

“Your partner drunk?” Taehyung inquired, pointing his forehead at JK’s shoulder for a moment. The younger chuckled and swiped back his styled hair.

“I guess-mng-!” He stuttered. I moved my hips slightly and slowly. But enough for him to feel me. Jk’s head shot down for a moment. Feeling his heavier breaths down my neck briefly.

“You ok man?” Yoongi finally spoke. The youngers head shot back up, surely flushed.

“Y-yeah sorry! I'm fine.” he replied. His face is surely getting red. I felt his shoulder tense as he grabbed my hips, stopping their movement. A let out a whisper of a moan into Jk’s ear from his touch. Exactly what I wanted. He only smiled. Turning toward the other group TXT. “Any new updates taehyun?”

But that only made things worse. I felt his body getting warmer from my touch. Struggling. I managed to continue my motions. Jk had been only making ‘mm’ sounds to reply to questions being asked. Until I licked his neck, he grabbed my wrist from any further contact.

“You’ll have to excuse me. My partner is a little drunk and needs some air to stabilize.” Jungkook quickly bluffed as he pulled us out of the room. Namjoon’s worried gaze followed us.

“What are you d-doing?” JK breathed out as I was now sitting on his lap again moments after he closed the door. in a lone room he had dragged us into. My hands on his shoulders as I leaned back.

“I’m Trying to get youuu. To dooo. Me.” I replied with a hiccup, my finger sticking into his chest. Jk’s doe eyes filled with shock. His face reddened once again. The obvious bulge now beneath my thigh. He looked down and away from the scene before him. “Y-you started this. I.. well. I can't leave like this.”

“Mngg~” I moaned, grinding on him once again. Our moans louder and movement harsher. I called out as he grabbed my hips.“baby~”

“Agh~ mm. Yes, like that. I'm here.” He moaned leaning into my bare neck leaving soft open mouth kisses. His cool hands trailed up my short black dress skirt. “Please baby~”

#jk #jungkook #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungkook

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katnisscarter · 2 years

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I’m like very independent now compared to like my whole life and it’s nice to step into like being my own person and loving myself and my sexuality and feeling like I can take care of myself… BUT BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DO I MISS BEING BABIED. Like do I miss being a small lil babyyy. & it’s not that I haven’t had guys want to like know me on that level but I just do not. I can’t?? Like idk it’s like I’ve NEVER been like that with someone other than him before him & after him. Like I just feel like that’s for him and no one else. Like to know me that intimately where I just like completely let my guard down to the point where I let myself be taken care of. & it’s not like about that I don’t want to take care of myself it’s like……….. idk how to describe it. Like I just don’t let anyone know me that deeply anymore. Not even my best friends like I deadass hide so much. Like everyone knows me on surface level and what they think is super deep and while of course my two bffs know me a lot bc they’ve been with me to grow for like 10yrs at this point but like beyond that I just??? Do not. I crave to be known on that level and to be seen at that level and like loved so deeply like that again I really do but I just can’t let it happen with anyone else. Well honestly it’s not that I can’t it just doesn’t feel right. Like for instance a guy messaged me yesterday after months of me ghosting him at this point LITERALLY saying hey I’d really like to get to know you and I’m just like hahaha noooooooo. Like it’s so weird? I was always such an open person and I mean I am still to an extent but…. Idk. I mean no one will read this so it doesn’t matter that I’m not making sense but it’s just like. I still need you in some ways but I can live without you. I mean I’ve had to. You didn’t give me a choice in the matter. But even though I am lowkey kinda thriving right now like not to toot my own horn but I might have a 25000$ check to my name in a couple weeks and I’m a college educated medical professional but like. Ok so maybe I don’t need you. But here’s the thing, I still want you. I still WANT you. And yknow honestly I think that just makes all the fucking difference. Anyways thanks void I feel better.

#personal rambles

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chnsfairy · 5 years

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happy birthday my darling angel 🐺🌙🏹🥰

i'm sending you all my wishes and all my love

#...................... time to cry #hes so so cute #ITS OFFICIALLY CHANNIE DAYYYYYY #AHHHHHHH #im so so warm inside hwhehshe✨💘#its time to celebrate #i brought some cookies to school as my lil treat for his bday #😖💖 a babyyy ily sm #im so excited for all the posts from the members #and actually selfies omg ;;;#im not ready #anyway i love him #and im thriving today #🙆🏼‍♀️✨💐#gonna love him w evety inch of my body 🖤🌷💓#gryph.txt has broken

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velvetstreets · 2 years

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okay it will literally be a disgrace if you don’t write something about “thick thighs i can tell it’s warm baby can i please dive in”

BESTIEEEEE I GOT UUUUUU🤝🤍

A/N: This is semi-based on the fact that I stood in my mirror in my panties and bra this morning and was shakin ass to the entire album.

You stood in front of the mirror in your bra and thong, looking at your body, specifically your thighs. You had a love/hate relationship with them; at times you thought they were too thick-not perfectly sculpted like the new instagram baddies (a/n: this is not shade to the plastic surgery baddies!! Y’all are hot and u do whatever u want to make urself feel good n sexxyyy!! All bodies are valid🙏🏽 🤍), you had a lil cellulite and stretch marks but you also loved that your body was homegrown like Megan the Stallion would always preach.

You were gonna meet Jack at the studio; claiming he had something he wanted to show you. You brushed your insecurities aside, deciding your weren’t gonna feel bad about yourself today. You put on your ‘stripper anthems’ playlist, forcing yourself to hype yourself up. After a few songs, you felt more confident and less judgmental You were tryna figure out what to wear, finally landing on a tank top and a black mesh mini skirt, that accentuated your thick thighs and ass. Getting your bag, you hopped in your car and made your way to the studio.

When you walked in, it was just Jack in the studio, no one else. He turned around with a smile already stretched across, having been expectantly waiting for you. His smile dropped as he froze, eyes widening at your figure, licking his lips.

“H-hey baby, you look… real good.” You smiled at him appreciatively, walking over to where he was sitting at the soundboard.

“Thank you babyyy, so what did you wanna show me? I’m excited,” you giggled, bending down to give him a sweet kiss. Jack’s left hand wrapped around the back of your right thigh, moving up to your ass giving it a squeeze, and then traveling back down to your thigh.

“Come listen.” He said, sitting up straight and guiding you to straddle him, your ass sitting perched on his thighs. He placed one hand on your hip, holding you steady and close to him, while his other hand reached out to press a few buttons on the board before his smooth voice belted out the speakers.

“I gotta put you in a different tier,

IG private, spend her own money on the whip that she driving,

Thick thighs and, I can tell it’s warm baby, can I please dive in? In her prime she’s thriving.”

He lowered the volume a little, giving you a chance to share your thoughts.

“Okay first of all, go off vocals!! And second, you like my thighs baby?” You blushed, looking at him with a small smile, your dimples peeking out.

Jack laughed, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Thank you. And I don’t like your thighs, I LOVE them.” He said, his hands moving down to your thighs rubbing them, while he attached his lips to yours. The kiss quickly got heated, you started to grind your hips against Jack as he moved from your lips to attack your neck with hickies. You let out a groan, your eyes involuntarily closing shut at the sensation. Jack’s hands continued to roam all over your body, down your back, over your hips and ass, and down your thick thighs.

Jack wrapped his arms around your waist while he stood up from the chair, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, his hands moving to your ass to carry you to the couch more steadily.

He laid you down, taking your shoes off and moving back up to your face to hover over you. He started by pulling you into hungry kiss, that moved down to kissing your neck, and down your chest, moving your tank top just over your tits.

“Always so pretty mamas, how the hell are you so damn fine all the time?” Jack groaned out, sucking on your breast as his other hand deliciously twisted the nipple of your other one.

“Fuck Jack, just like that, feels so good J” you moaned out. You could feel how soaked your thong was now, your pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Jack stayed on your chest for a couple minutes and then shifted down your body- scrunching your skirt up to your waist and putting your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs.

“I love everything about you, but these have a special place in my heart.” He said kissing up your right thigh, and then did the same thing to your left. “So thick and soft…. warm too.. just like your sweet pussy. And they always smell like that honey vanilla shits you got that makes me need to dive into you.” He showered you in praise and desire. A chill went up your spine, making your shiver in a good way - no, a great way. You loved that Jack was so vocal and made sure to tell you how much he was obsessed with you.

His fingers went to the waistband of your panties and quickly ripped them.

“Jack!? What the hell I just bought those” you whined.

“Like you actually care, you know I’d buy the entire website of these out if you wanted me to.”

He wasn’t wrong. You wouldn’t let him be that extreme but he would do it in a heartbeat. Before you could think about the loss of your new panties, you felt Jack’s tongue at your soaked folds, moving up to suck and tug at your clit.

“Oh fuck-“ you breathed out. Your hips jerked into his face, hands reaching down to tug on his soft curls that lightly tickled your inner thighs. Jack moved his tongue back down to your entrance, beginning to tongue fuck you while he pressed and rubbed his nose against your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck oh my god” you moaned. Jack couldn’t help but laugh, the vibration from his throat making you clench. He tightened his grip on your thighs, steadying you so he could press his face even harder into your pussy. His right hand moved to your clit, rubbing it at an intense speed, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you subconsciously squeezed against his head, letting out a pornographic moan of your boyfriend’s name as you came. Jack continued to lick you a little, before releasing his grip on your thighs, sitting up and wiping his nose and mouth on three fingers, and offering them up to you.

“Taste. You’re so sweet baby.” He smiled at you, putting his fingers in your mouth. You responded by sucking on them, letting out a “mmmm” which made Jack squeeze his eyes shut. His dick was so hard he thought he might explode and die. You noticed this, sitting up and giving him a needy messy kiss.

“Your turn.” You said in a low voice, getting up to lock the door and giggled when Jack smacked your ass, quickly running back to him to continue your eventful night.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurb #chtkmy #come home the kids miss you

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sunghun · 3 years

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enhypen with an s/o who’s very affectionate

(but they get shy when it's reciprocated)

requested: yes :p

warnings: cursing

note: fingers crossed that i didn’t get too repetitive lmao

희승 | heeseung;

heeseung would fucking LOVE an s/o who’s affectionate and u can’t change my mind

like any time you hold his hand

or rest your head on his shoulder

OR WRAP URSELF AROUND HIS ARM

he’s just gonna . fall in love with u all over again

doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together

like it could be 2 weeks or 10 years

you cuddle into his side??

mans heart is gonna go crazy

BUT

when he sees that you get all shy the second he snuggles into you??

prepare yourself bro bc he’s gonna get extra clingy with u

bc he thinks you look rlly cute when you’re embarrassed rip <3

like overall i don’t see heeseung as being a Super Clingy Boyfriend (unlike some ppl *coughcough*)

however if you get shy/embarrassed about him giving you lots of affection and cuddles

bam

you now have a heeseung attached to ur hip 25/8

(enjoy it while it lasts tho bc eventually he’ll need some space and you may not see him for a few hours lol)

제이 | jay;

now we all know how jay can look pretty intimidating sometimes

and putting aside how hot he is

when you first started dating him you were kinda hesitant to be super affectionate with him

bc you weren’t sure if he’d like it or not :(

and you didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable :((

but after you’ve been together for a bit and you realize how much of a softie he really is

you can now have your hand permanently in his congrats <3

but also that’s a two way street :)

bc now that you’re both comfy w each and such

jay has absolutely no shame in being The World’s Most Affectionate Boyfriend

like we all know how he is with jungwon

imagine that 10x

and when he sees how shy you get when he’s all cuddly with you

you just KNOW that he’s gonna do it even more

bc he thinks his baby looks so cute when they get embarrassed :((

“jayyyy stoppppp”

“baby you were the one hanging off my arm not 2 minutes ago wdym stop 🤨🤨”

제이크 | jake;

LOVES IT SO MUCH

literally thrives off having ur undivided attention wbk

like you could literally just lean your head on his shoulder

and this dude will straight up be like ❤️o❤️

nevermind the fact that you’ll even snuggle up against his arm??

/&;&3920;&43

doesn’t matter how often you get affectionate with him

jake’s heart will still speed up anytime you so much as hold his hand

and then if you get shy when he returns the affection????

congratulations he has just fallen in love with u even MORE

(if that was even possible)

legit thinks you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen

goes crazy anytime you hide your face in his shoulder/arm/chest

“babyyy omg you’re so cute when you get shyyy” *squishes ur cheeks*

expect lots of kisses on your cheeks :D

성훈 | sunghoon;

okay

so i know we all headcanon sunghoon as someone who isn’t really super affectionate or into pda and stuff

#ItsTheSagittarius

and while i am still sticking with that

i think once you two have been dating for a while

and you’re both really comfortable and confident in your relationship

he would just like . stop giving a fuck lol

but usually it’s you giving most of the affection

you wanna hang off him not unlike a monkey?

okay

you wanna hold his hand and swing ur arms back and forth while you walk down the sidewalk?

sure

oh you want to sit on his lap during movie night with all ur friends?

no problem babe as long as ur comfy <3

like you could do anything with him and he would remain Unfazed

but on the rare occasion that he actually initiates it…..

you just . don’t know what to do

and you can’t help but get super shy

and sunghoon just MELTS

like damn.

that’s his baby.

and they’re so cute :((

idk man this already feels too long but sunghoon just loves you a lot

and thinks you’re the sweetest and cutest thing on the planet :(

선우 | sunoo;

thinks ur really cute :((

but also uses it as opportunity to stroke his own ego

“omg babe i know i’m really handsome but you don’t have to flatter me this much 🙄”

also idk why but sunoo strikes me as someone who would be very affectionate when in a relationship

so if you’re not used to that and can get flustered easily by affection, then…..

idk what to tell u.

you’re gonna be hiding your face in ur sweaterpaws a whole lot i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

which of course just amplifies how cute u look to your boyfriend

will definitely squish ur cheeks

a lot

like to the point where you’re gonna have to start batting his hands away almost every cuddle session

“lemme squish!!!”

“sunoooo stawwwppp they’re sore 😠😠”

“but. but squishy 🥺”

basically sunoo’s either gonna squish you or snark you and you will never be able to tell which one until it’s too late </3

정원 | jungwon;

you are getting TEASED to the max lmao

like normally wonnie just lets you hang off him like a koala without rlly saying or doing anything

you could be holding his hand and swinging his arm back and forth super aggressively and he’ll just be like “whatever”

but the second he starts wrapping his arm around u without you physically making him

and he sees that ur getting all shy and shit

…….

prepare yourself chief

“omg y/n what’s wrong? why are u hiding your face??”

and you’re just . suffering.

but really the only reason he teases you is to hide the fact that HE feels all shy

like y’all could be dating for 6 months and he’ll still be hit with sudden moments like

“oh my GOSH they’re my s/o and i can hold their hand whenever i want 😯😯“

but ofc he can’t have you knowing that you still fluster him

bc he’s an aquarius and we all know how emotionally constipated they are

so he’ll just lovingly tease u :’)

니키 | niki;

probably worries that he did smth wrong at first rip

bc literally every time he tries to cuddle up to you

you just?? scooch away?? and then won’t look at him????

is very sad bc now he thinks u don’t like his affection even tho you constantly attach urself to him

but also very petty so one day he just like

tackles u onto the couch

and smothers his love onto you

“uhhh riki?”

“shhhh. we’re cuddle while we watch TV, and you’re gonna like it.”

and i mean yeah you do like it

but also you’re trying not to squeal and squirm and hide ur face

good thing he’s too focused on the movie playing loool 🙃🙃

eventually your heart stops racing and you calm down enough to start running your hands through his hair while he naps on ur tummy :’)

and after that everyone lives happily ever after

you guys are so cute goodbye 🤧🤧

taglist (OPEN) - @blaqpinksthetic @heelariously

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff

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