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breezie the hedgehog! 🦔

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lesbian zipzee icons for anon! ftu with credit

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[amirisqueer]

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Day 16: @/BreezieRedPanda on twt

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It looks like easy breezy is getting the axe this round :’(

[wol-fica]

-𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕟-

summary - Jenna is a simp.

warnings - fluff!, r is slightly shorter than Jenna, kissing, implied make out session

an - wrote this in honor of @i984 (my wife) cause i love her<3

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Jenna was never a lovey-dovey person. Most often she kept to herself and didn’t bother anyone with her needs or wants, she didn’t prefer to express her feelings.

Love, to her, was a concept she would never be able to understand. She considered herself to be a dry, bland, unsweetened girl whose priorities lied within her job and her family. She had absolutely no time for a relationship, and that was that.

Until you came along.

See, you were different than all the others who tried to swoon Jenna. Your personality encapsulated her in such a way that she thought she was going crazy. Your smile was a glowing aura that lit up the room like the sun on a breezy summer sunday. Your eyes, oh your eyes; they were a glorious color of auburn red and caramel brown with a hint of orange thrown into the mix. Jenna would count every freckle that dusted your face and hit herself when she got a new number every time.

Now, how did she get here?

Well, you were an aspiring film student. You went to and graduated from Harvard with a masters degree in filmography and directorship. You loved movies, especially horror, and have always had a small section of your heart devoted to analyzing and breaking down iconic movie scenes. You adored being on sets and meeting wonderful actresses and actors, then working with them to make something so phenomenal you wish you could save it forever.

Jenna happened to be a wonderful actress, and you scored a job as the co-director for the upcoming Netflix hit, Wednesday. The addams family had always been a classic for you, and now working on it was so surreal that you passed out when you got the job.

As of present day, you were on set for Wednesday. It was lunch break currently, so you resided to your tent to eat Pad Thai and go over notes you had written down. The crisp-smelling air blew through the open flap as you ate, suddenly filling your nostrils with the scent of ceder wood and vanilla. Your eyes lit up in and instant; you knew that body wash anywhere.

In walked Jenna, beautiful as always. Her hair was tied down into its usual braids and she was in her nevermore uniform for filming. A smile graced her lips when she saw you, and she made a bee-line for the open seat next to you.

“Hey.” She said, sitting in the chair.

“What’s up otter?” You shot back, grinning mischievously.

When you first met Jenna, your co-worker thought her last name was pronounced ‘Aw-Tega.’ Ever since, you have called her otter as a nickname.

“Nothing much, just relaxing.” She replied, resting her head in her hand as she stared at you in a daze.

“Sounds awesome. I wish I could relax.” You said, rolling your shoulders in an uncomfortable manner.

“Want me to help?”

You looked up at Jenna in surprise, seeing that she was referring to your tense state.

“Uh…sure? If you want to.” You replied, setting your notes down on the table as she got up to stand behind you.

Her hands made contact with your skin, making goosebumps rise as she slowly massaged your muscles. The way her fingers would gently caress your shoulder blades made her feel, uncontrollably giddy.

A groan escaped your mouth when her thumbs rubbed a particularly tender spot on the nape of your neck, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. Jenna was thanking whatever power was above her for letting her be in this position, and for not allowing you to see her face; she was as red as a tomato.

A sensation of bravery took over her, and before she new it she was pressing her lips to the back of your neck. Her nose brushed your undercut and she lightly inhaled your shampoo. You smelled sweet, a mixture of coffee and chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon.

The feeling of her kissing your skin made your eyes fly open in shock and you whipped your chair around to face her. She shot back slightly, a face of uncertainty and nervousness.

“Did you just…kiss me?” You asked slowly.

“I…uhm…” Jenna gulped, loosing the ability to speak as you stood up carefully, “N-no…i mean…uhh..”

“Jenna..” You warned, stepping into her personal space as she backed into the tent wall.

“I’m sorry…it was impulsive…” She grimaced, closing her eyes in preparation for your outburst…

…that never came?

No, instead she was met with your lips on hers, your hands on her neck while you pushed your body flush against her. She felt your tongue slid into her mouth, intertwining with her own as her hands slid down to grasp your hips.

The break-away was too soon for her liking. She was just starting to relax and enjoy you when you decided to pull back. Either in an effort to keep you close, or just because Jenna was desperate, she chased your lips before you put a finger in between.

“Woah there tiger, slow down.” You chuckled, smiling when Jenna whined sadly.

“Don’t worry,” You purred, leaning in to brush your nose against hers while you wiggled your butt in a teasing way, “You have many more opportunities to taste me..”

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[blue-jisungs]

HAZE

a/n. i’m so pissed bc the pic at genius didn’t have the lil description as all the other ones… sigh… ignore it…

living with taehyun was never boring. sure, sometimes you were alone for longer amounts of time when he was on tours or at practice until late night but even despite that, it wasn’t dull. thanks to his personality, you were always entertained.

well, you didn’t have midnight conversations because your boyfriend a) slept like a rock b) denied to waste his beauty sleep c) you didn’t want him to miss on his well deserved sleep because of you. but your equivalent of midnight talks were just… philosophical conversations while during mundane tasks. that’s why he hit you with the iconic “would you still love me if i was a worm?” during cooking, a whole debate whether mint chocolate is actually good while you deep cleaning your room or once during ironing you almost burned your clothes because you were so invested in listening how taehyun explained the whole ridiculous aspects of earth being possibly flat.

today, on a friday night you put the dirty laundry in a basket while taehyun was scribbling something in a text book.

“tynnie, do you want to go to the laundry room near by? the one that’s open whole night, self…” you started and were met with an unexpected slam of closing book.

“of course” he hummed, standing up

“that’s great, you’ll carry this one and i’ll carry the lighter one” you sent him a toothy grin. taehyun just scoffed, placing a quick peck on your nose.

you quickly grabbed one of your boyfriend’s hoodies and pulled it over before heading out.

the air was fresh and breezy, a scent of summer night hitting your nose. the sun has already set, more and more stars starting to blink on the navy sky. even though the street was empty, you could hear the pleasant buzz of people far away. after all, seoul never sleeps.

“y/n, i never told you this…” taehyun started suddenly, causing you to bring you back to reality. you looked at him curious, his brows abbot furrowed “i met you after i had a rough time in my life, i had given up hope. and you… you reminded me how things can be good again”

you pushed the door open to the laundry room. expectantly, it was empty. soft, quiet music played in the room, lightened by a warmish light. you looked at taehyun, unsure what to say. you didn’t know about all of this that he just said.

“i… hyun…” you mumbled, his features softening. a tender smile adorned his face, dimples showing.

“you don’t have to say anything, what happened – happened. i was in a haze and things became clear again, thanks to you” he hummed, putting the basket with laundry on top of one of the machines.

you started sorting them, his presence making the activity more comforting.

“got me feelin' alright when the feeling's all gone, got me feelin' uptight every moment you're gone” he blurted out, helping you out “it’s a hell of a ride lovin’ you, i’ll admit but in a good way. it’s good, adventurous, never dull and full of love”

taehyun focused on the laundry, wording out his thoughts in such a deep thought that he failed to notice how you started shaking.

“i love being an idol, i really do but all this… pretending, hiding secrets, holding back. and then you pick me up, now i don't have to play pretend and i am human once again” taehyun continued, hands automatically throwing the dark clothes into one maschine and the bright ones into the other.

you sniffled quietly and he snapped back, boba eyes widening when he noticed your teary eyes.

“oh, y/n” his eyes softened, dropping what he was doing. his arms pulled you closer, hand going to the back of your head. you started sniffling, clutching his t-shirt “why are you crying?”

you scoffed and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“because of you, dumbass. you can’t say such heartwarming stuff out of a sudden” you let out a chuckle, pulling away. taehyun’s hands moved to cup your hands gently, thumbs wiping your pearly tears.

“why not? it’s the truth, it’s on my mind. i want you to know this. for expamle when i open my eyes, hope to see your face… or the feeling that if i’m with you, i’ll never die” he said, shaking his head when he noticed your eyes tearing up again “stop crying!”

“then stop giving me reasons to do so!” you laughed, scoffing.

“sorry… will you forgive me if i kiss you?” taehyun hummed, tilting his head with a boyish smile.

“maybe. let me turn on the laundry first though” you poked his chest and wriggled out of his grip.

quickly adding the necessary laundry detergents, you put on the maschine.

you turned around to face taehyun again but he had other plans.

with one swift move he grabbed you by your waist and put on the top of the maschine, next to the empty basket. you let out a yelp of surprise, causing him to giggle.

then he stood between your legs, calloused hands cupping your face. taehyun shortened the distance between you two, planning to kiss you when the soft in the background suddenly changed to their cover of “fairy of shampoo”.

his eyes widened in surprise and you took advantage of that, pulling him closer by his shirt and crashing your lips on his. he hummed into the kiss, letting you take the lead.

you pulled away slightly, lips resting against his but not pressing onto them.

“you’re really my fairy of shampoo, huh?” he grunted upon the song’s chorus playing. you scoffed, the air tickling his skin.

“i love you so much” you whispered, heart thumping in your chest.

“i guess i love you too” he murmured and this time, he initiated the kiss.

the buzz of washing machine, their song in the background and pleasant smell of fresh laundry made taehyun realise something.

that he wants to put on the suit and the tie. that he wants to see you in a wedding dress, with a golden ring adorning your finger.

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[ramayantika]

Iconic Bollywood women but make it aesthetic

Madhubala

Writes letters, silver jhumke, light coloured flowy kurtis, reads poetry, loves jalebis, has the most beautiful smile, gentle soul, doesn't know how many people fall for her, loves children, moon gazing, dreams of living in an haveli, night time existential crisis, wants to twirl in a white anarkali while someone showers marigold petals, black and white Bollywood movies, falls in loves deeply, stores every small memoir of her friends and loved ones.

Rekha

Desi dark feminine energy, has the most updated wardrobe, blessed with wit and sarcasm, center of attention in a room full of people, best dressed, piercing eyes that gaze deep into your soul, laughs loud and hard, silk sarees, gajra in her hair and wrists, walks like a queen, rarely posts on social media, highly intimidating, eats the spiciest pani puri/gupchup/golgappa, Miss Popular, will turn you breathless with a side glance.

Sridevi

Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.

Madhuri

Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.

Aishwarya

Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.

I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.

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EASY BREEZY

I cropped these icons in case anyone wants to use them for matching with your friends ★

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Shadow of the Past

"The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf." Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a Disturber of the Peace...

Something about "but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable" cracks me up

I love the fact that Frodo kept throwing birthday parties for Bilbo after he left. It's so sweet.

I would much rather go to Frodo’s Hundred-weight Feast than Bilbo’s Party of Special Magnificence, actually; twenty guests and several meals “at which it snowed food and rained drink” sounds much more my speed X-D

“Bilbo isn’t dead.” “Where is he then?” “🤷‍♂️”

F in the chat for Folco Boffin, who was mentioned like once in this chapter and never comes into the story again

"Merry and Pippin suspected that [Frodo] visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done." TEA???

Frodo's wandering in the autumn has such an evocative and melancholy feeling to it. So much so that I wrote a poem about it last year...

Part Two of me wishing the movies could have shown the Dwarves passing through the Shire on their way to the Blue Mountains

Sam be like "Dragons and Ents are real, I tell you!" and Ted Sandyman like "press X to doubt"

Our first glimpse of Sam's unassailable trust in Frodo and his wisdom 💚

And now! Exposition dumping, with Gandalf.

I hate the fact that I can't see or hear the word Eregion without getting war flashbacks to Amazon's Rings of Poopy

Ooh, remind me to write an essay about the invisibility power of the Ring(s)...

"[Bilbo] would certainly never have passed on to you anything that he thought would be a danger." Oh boy, would you look at the time, it's Crying About Adoptive Relationships O'clock

"'There wasn't any permanent harm done, was there?' asked Frodo anxiously. 'He would get all right in time, wouldn't he? Be able to rest in peace, I mean.'" OH BOY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME—

Literally Gandalf: "Hobbits are my special interest"

"It is quite cool." It sure is, Gandalf. Wicked. Radical, even.

Low-hanging fruit, I know, but I had to 🤣

Speaking of low-hanging fruit, here's a joke I made two years ago about the "until Spring had passed into Winter" line:

He threw a luau barbecue one breezy summer night/Invited all his turtle pals to come and have a wiki bite/The turtles started walkin' there as Lance began to swing/The one that lived across the street arrived there in the spring...!

"I wish it need not have happened in my time." "So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." Still a line that goes so, so hard, right in the middle of this exposition dump.

I like how in Gandalf's story, he makes Deagol talk normally, but Smeagol still has all those verbal idiosyncrasies that are iconic to Gollum.

I'm still trying to remember who it was that pointed out that the last syllable of Smeagol is the first syllable of Gollum. Blew my mind when I saw that, I tell ya.

"I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought." "It is not." 🤣🤣🤣

The thought of Gollum creeping through a window to snatch a baby from a cradle and eat it is at least seventeen different kinds of Not Fun. Thanks, Tolkien.

I have very little to say about Gandalf's retelling of the Ring's story—and Frodo's frightened and naive questions—except that it's almost as hard to tear your eyes away from the book as it is for Frodo to throw the Ring into the fire.

"I do really wish to destroy it! Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests." Oh, Frodo, bby...

I love how Sam's spying is so artfully foreshadowed here X-D You just go whistling away down that path, buddy! Nobody suspects a thing!

All Frodo has to say is "I suppose I'll have to go running into danger alone to keep everything and everyone I love safe, even if it means never coming home again; it's a pity, but I'll do it" and Gandalf is like "Frodo have I mentioned lately how much I love you and hobbits in general". Which. Mood! Big mood!

SUDDENLY, SAMWISE GAMGEE!

Good gracious did I need Sam and his comic relief after this heavy chapter X-D Bless you, Sam, you loveable dummy

I wonder what hobbit idiom Tolkien "translated" into "Lor bless you, sir". I'm not sure the hobbits have a concept of Eru Illuvatar as a benevolent God who hands out blessings; and if they do, I somehow doubt they'd have quaint little figures of speech like this. But I'm just nitpicking at this point because it's fun.

"There ain't no eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact." SAM 🤣🤣

"Mr. Frodo, sir! Don't let him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into anything unnatural! My old dad would take on so." Have I mentioned that I love the heck out of Sam?

Frodo is "hardly able to keep from laughing", which, MOOD!

Sam heard that Mr. Frodo was going away and audibly choked. GAH I love him so much

Frodo sure knows how to threaten Sam LOL

"If you even breathe a word of what you've heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes." 🤣🤣

"'Me, sir!' cried Sam, springing up like a dog invited for a walk. 'Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!' he shouted, and then burst into tears." Oh, Sam. I love you.

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More Magic Box Chicanery

I find myself stumbling in my stride as I feel the fuzzy flutter of the Magic Box app opening on my tickler's phone. "Oh no..." I murmur, people passing me by in the mall casually curiously glancing over when I misstep. The scan tingles over my body sending the relative sensitivity levels back. That breezy moment of anticipation only gives me precious seconds to anticipate as their wicked teasing fingers thoughtfully flutter over the cute pulsing icons for sensations to send at a zone.

I can sense their smirk from far away even as I make my tummy taut and stiffen my thighs~ which does little good when the feeling of fluttery long nails glide lightly up my sides. "mmmh. Hmmmmmm~ excuse me" I try to stifle with a fake cough, humming as I step aside past a couple. My cheeks flare pink, my legs already weakening. They see my defiance, my attempts to cover what they're doing to my body and respond in kind ~ the adorable wiggling makeup brush icon is dragged over my navel in a circular motion~

"FFf~ nnnhht~ not the blushhhherrr~" I hiss, those words appearing on the transcription of my tickler's app. With a grin they pinch out and pinch in on my face in the program, sending two taunting blush brush sensations to my cheeks and accentuate the growing pink hue on my skin. I stomp forward, my locomotion captured by the sensors. Pinchy fingers attack behind my knees, the display illuminating how my legs quiver and protest. I stumble and brace myself against a long window pane, the proprietor of the accessory shop inside regarding me with a sassy glare. I try to explain wordlessly, pointing to various parts of my body~ which goes about as well as one might expect.

I try to wiggle myself away and look natural, and naturally, I look possessed by an evil force particularly as I start slipping cackling giggles. My phone buzzes furiously in my pocket, as if the vibrations had just been upgraded tenfold. I frantically reach for it and just as its face is shown, the speaker screams to life ~ cleverly hijacked by the magic box app to make use of a text to speech app. "Coochie coo, giggle bug~!" the robotic voice calls out. Behind me I sense a growing crowd.

The girl from the shop is following intently but at a distance. Her modest long dress and uptight ponytail swish and bounce while she makes a phone call. My tickler breaks my long legged pace by sending rubbing thumbs to my sides and a feather duster to my back. The brisk rotations have me screaming out in laughs, twisting side to side frantically clawing at nothing. When I stumble and slide across the smooth cold floor my shirt rides up and immediately the virtual thumbs are relocated to my hips as they become exposed. I buck in what appears to be a suggestive motion. The proprietress is outraged, shaming me with a wagging finger. Bystanders are equal parts horrified, smirking, and curious~ "Tickle tickle tickle~!" the text to speech reads out ~ it could have been used to prove what was happening to me, but no one but me could hear such things over my own laughs!

"Pleease stop please you don't know what you're doing to me no no nonoo moree~!" I beg to the air, my words scrolling across the magic box as my tickler purses lips and shortcuts to the royal zones. Feathers are sent to my royal chest buttons. I arch my back and thrash, trying to shake them loose. The ultra soft teasing sensation tickles incessantly, teases me into gasping giggles. The dreaded single finger tickle is sent to my most royal area, first tracing my inner thighs with a slow stride. "DON'TTT TICKLE ME THEREEE~!!" I hear myself shriek between my breathless high pitched laughs.

My legs open and close and kick and squeeze. The tickles never stop. Every twitchy reaction and dramatic exasperation is relayed back for their amusement. "Yes, definitely there. Cute gigglebugs deserve to be tickled. And taunted. And teased. And bullied. And edged. Always." The robotic voice stipulates, before devolving into cutesy tickle sounds, something like wiiddawiddawooooo before being entirely lost in the rising noises between myself, the crowd, and a now hysterical storekeeper.

The single finger tickle migrates up, and begins tracing and stroking my royal part. I plead and beg, I grasp at my chest and my legs. "NOT THE QUEEN PARTTTTT~" I whimper loudly, writhing on the ground as a swarm of sensations are summoned. A blusher teases the tip, barely touching. Two bullet vibes trade off gliding under the head. The slow moving oiled up hand grasps the base and barely moves. An affectionate other hand is gently massaging the royal jewels. And a feather fills in the gaps, occasionally taking over each location when the tool retracts for a moment to fly up and tease my bouncing navel. My royal chest buttons aren't left out as lingering lover kisses are sent to make out ~ and a final set of kisses are sent right to my own lips, brushing ever so lightly. My tickler just knows how to hot wire me into madness ~

My queen part throbs and aches for release, and for the time sees none. The prominence of my royal part in my snug bottoms is all too obvious. The crowd watches and "oooooohs!" as it looks like I might reach the conclusion, casting their disappointment when the sensations retreat and leave me to suffer the tingle, barely able to get a word out. The accessory girl watches but also converses rapidly on her phone, her high ponytail bouncing in judgement. My tickler is simply enjoying how my royal part twitches and trembles, leaving the edge protocol on automode~

And despite the promises of endless edging, the ticklegasm is indeed doled out after endless rounds of rising my arousal to the peak and letting it tumble back in gigglegaspy agony. The single kiss given to the deathspot under my tip triggers the soft ticklecum, sending my body into writhing convulsions, gasping to the sky and grasping my face as I cannot believe I've just been made to put on such a climactic performance for this crowd. The magic box, my tickler, has made me cum right here on the floor of the mall for at least twenty bystanders and a very judgemental store owner.

The next moments are a blur. The magic box continues to taunt, sending loving kisses at my belly and sides and neck. Feathers flutter all over my royal parts to milk out the remnants of my ticklecum. But I'm being rushed, moved hurriedly back on my path. Robed figures are hustling my steps, the modest girl follows aside and is frantically explaining to them. Moments later as my fuzzy haze begins to fade, I find myself in the back room of the shop, seeing the shiny girly accessories as the owner slams the gate down and slaps the lights off.

I'm weakened by my forced ticklegasm, but even without that I know the strength of these robed masked people would be too great to fight. My clothes fly off in their hands, pulled and tossed carelessly. They put me into a chair and fold my legs up, strapping my ankles into place and my arms over my head so that I sit bound with my legginess compacted and my royal area totally exposed. I can only assume my tickler watches with bated breath ~ they can't see what approaches me now but they will know soon enough.

I shriek in madness, trying desperately to pull loose from the chair. The leader of the group flexes their fingers and pulls on gloves as the modest girl grins and pours excessive amounts of lubricant onto their fingers. "We'll get all that evil out of you now" she skitters around like a mouse, testing the bindings and nodding as those masterful looking fingers of the master float down and seize my quivering queen part. I groan and moan out, pleading that I'm already spent, I already came.

"We have to get it all. All of it now."

And my voice reaches a new volume when a finger wiggles and slides to my tush, gliding up and finding my honeyspot. Incredibly, my resolve holds and I only grow slightly aroused. The master looks to the girl as she all to quickly seals my fate. "Try tickling~"

The finger starts moving in a rapid motion. It teases me beyond measure, that finger mercilessly stroking and refusing to let go as my queen is squeezed and milked. My tickler surely watches with the utmost amusement as to what their tickles have led me into now, I can sense the magic box is still open. I'm screaming with laughs now gigglemoaning to the heavens~ my sounds drift gently out of the closed shop and soon to be closed mall. "All of it~"

[byunbqbes]

(人◕‿◕) 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (•◡•) - matchup for anon asami <3

matched with suna rintarou

you really pulled a suna huh

boy is silent when you first meet him

a lot of observing one another and intense eye contact.

but as a boyfriend!!! napping and cuddling dates are a thing for this man!

suna loves the way you fit in his arms perfectly and the way you snuggle into his chest when you're asleep

does the thing where he kisses the top of your head when you're lying down in his arms and just inhales deeply to smell light whiffs of your sweet shampoo

the type to give you drowsy smiles and talk in that hoarse voice when he wakes up (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

i can imagine y'all playing horror games on a computer and getting very creeped out yet very excited together at 2am

when y'all are outdoors, i'm imagining a lot of chill dates as well !!

window shopping slowly? fast food at 12am? stargazing from the top of a nearby hill? yes, yes and yes.

playing with his hair or tugging him by the hem of his sweater to get his attention? YES.

god he's a massive tease. raises his brows and tilts his head when he says "are you blushing?"

LOVES to take photos of you and with you. he has an entire folder for couple photos together.

keeps those photos private af. if the miya twins ever sneak into his phone and get those photos, the teasing will be RELENTLESS

"SUNA!!! GO GET SOME!"

suna: 𝗼/(｡-ᆺ-｡)\𝗼

suna is one of the guys who actually is fully fluent in sarcasm. can definitely shoot back at you and keep dialogue fun and breezy

doesn't always tell you he loves you and showers you with gifts

but love will still be everywhere - in the jacket you stole from him, the sneaky little eye contact you make in the middle of his practice sessions and big hugs he gives you at the end of a tiring day

a/n: did i imagine sleepy eyes suna x sleepy eyes anon? maybe i did. who knows lol

// photo credits belong to owners! third icon painted by brent cotton, 1972.