#but i must admit your ask is really special to me anon

[hisui-dreamer]

Can I have orange blossoms with jade leech for eternal love and marriage please? Thankyou!

is it love or just really nice flowers?

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: jade likes giving you flowers, it probably doesn't mean anything special though... right?

Tags: fluff, pining, slowish burn, eels are cowards, mentions of marriage, reader likes flowers

Word count: 1.2k+

Notes: thank you for requesting anon!! i had a lot of fun squealing when writing this one hehe

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flower of choice: orange blossoms

orange blossoms symbolise eternal love and marriage, and they are often used in wedding ceremonies as symbols of purity and eternal love

You suppose it all started on your first Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland.

As a member of the Mostro Lounge staff, you found yourself amidst the bustling atmosphere of the Mostro Lounge, where Azul's ambitious plans to capitalize on the love-filled holiday were in full swing. The lounge pulsated with the presence of couples occupying every available table.

Soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over the space, enveloping everything in an air of intimacy and mystery. The gentle hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, mingling with the smooth melodies of jazz music drifting from hidden speakers.

Couples nestled into plush velvet booths, their faces illuminated by the soft light, lost in each other's eyes and whispers. Waiters moved gracefully between tables, delivering trays adorned with exotic beverages and plates of delectable meals, their steps silent against the plush carpeting.

But what caught your eye the most were the bouquets given to significant others, adorning the tables like precious jewels. Each one was a masterpiece in its own right, meticulously selected and arranged to convey the deepest sentiments of adoration.

"It must be nice receiving flowers…" you murmured to yourself, lost in thought.

“You would like to receive flowers?”

You snapped your head around at the sound of Jade's voice, finding him with a curious expression on his face. Surprise flickered in your eyes at his question, but a smile bloomed on your lips as you considered receiving flowers from someone.

“Yeah," you replied, a hint of longing in your voice, "who wouldn't? Receiving gifts makes you feel so appreciated. Plus, who wouldn't be happy looking at something pretty?"

Jade took a moment to mull over your words, his gaze thoughtful. Eventually, he nodded in agreement. "Hmm… I see. That does sound quite lovely," he acknowledged.

The conversation was quickly cut short when new orders and tasks arrived. In the whirlwind of never-ending tasks, the conversation had slipped from your mind almost entirely, until he appeared later that week, returning from a hiking trip with a delightful surprise in tow.

"Here, Prefect," he began, his voice gentle as he produced a bouquet of orange blossoms from behind his back. "These are for you," he offered with a soft smile.

The bouquet was a sight to behold, a delicate ensemble of ivory-hued blooms that exuded an ethereal beauty. Each flower boasted star-shaped petals, arranged in a symmetrical fashion around a central cluster of stamens. These stamens, adorned with tips of yellow to orange hues, stood out like tiny flames amidst the pristine white petals, adding a touch of vibrant colour to the otherwise pure palette. With their intricate details and subtle fragrance, the orange blossoms seemed to radiate a quiet elegance, captivating all who beheld their serene charm.

You couldn't help but notice the faintest flush of pink tinting his ears, and your own heart skipped a beat in response. You were well aware of the symbolism behind orange blossoms—eternal love and marriage. But surely, Jade couldn't mean that, could he?

"You brought these for me?" you asked, a mix of surprise and delight colouring your tone.

Jade nodded, a warmth spreading through him at your delight. "Yes, I thought you might like them," he admitted softly.

As you accepted the bouquet, a rush of emotions flooded over you. The delicate scent of the orange blossoms enveloped you, filling your senses with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Mesmerized, you found yourself unable to look away from the vibrant blooms, each one a masterpiece of nature, without a single flaw in sight.

Jade's gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression tender and sincere. It was as though he was studying your reaction with unwavering attention, and a flutter of anticipation stirred in your chest at the vulnerability he revealed.

"Thank you, Jade," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity. "These are beautiful."

A relieved smile spread across Jade's face, his eyes alight with a mixture of joy and relief. "I'm glad you like them," he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth.

Though you’re not sure why, Jade had made it a habit to always bring back a bouquet of orange blossoms for you from his hiking trips.

"It doesn't really bother me," he'd say with a closed-eye smile, "since it's on the way."

Each time he presented you with the blooms, your heart fluttered with joy. Yet, you hesitated to believe there were underlying intentions behind his gift. After all, Jade had always been kind to you, and you couldn't fathom the idea of him harbouring romantic feelings.

As the end of his third year at NRC approached, a bittersweet anticipation filled the air. The impending farewell weighed heavy on your heart, mingling with a sense of melancholy. Although Jade promised to visit during breaks and holidays, the thought of no longer seeing him every day stung with loneliness.

Summer break was nearing, and the campus was buzzing with students bidding farewells and exchanging hugs. Amidst the flurry of goodbyes, Jade sought you out, as he always did, with a bouquet of orange blossoms cradled in his arms. His smile was tinged with a hint of sadness as he approached you, and you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

"These are for you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he handed the flowers to you.

You accepted the bouquet with trembling hands, the weight of the moment settling heavily upon you. The sweet fragrance of the orange blossoms enveloped you like a comforting embrace, but it did little to dispel the sorrow that threatened to consume you.

"Thank you, Jade," you managed to say, your voice choked with emotion.

“I... I don’t wish for this to be the last time I give you flowers,” he confessed softly, his eyes searching yours with earnest sincerity. “Will you really not consider marriage with me?"

A heavy silence hung between you, each moment feeling weighted with unspoken words and unexpressed feelings. Then, Jade reached out to cup your cheek, guiding your gaze to meet his.

Caught off guard by his heartfelt plea, your eyes widened in astonishment. "Jade, I... I never realized... You…"

"But you knew, didn't you? You must have..." Jade's voice trembled with vulnerability. "Every flower, every gesture—it was all for you."

Your mind raced, memories flashing before your eyes like a vivid tapestry woven from moments shared together. Each bouquet, each flower—he had poured his heart into every gesture, his feelings hidden in plain sight all along.

Tears shimmered in your eyes as understanding washed over you like a gentle wave crashing upon the shore. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you realized the depth of his devotion, the sincerity of his love.

“Yes, Jade," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath but filled with certainty. "Yes, a thousand times, yes."

The next thing you know, his lips are pressed against yours in a tender, passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss, and the promise of a love that would endure through every trial and triumph.

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[noellawrites]

Become A Bridgerton - Yandere!Colin Bridgerton x reader

requested by: @ilovechickenwings & anon

summary: Colin does something horrible to you on your eighteenth birthday which forces you to marry him.

warnings: rape, noncon, somnophilia, manipulation, drugging, baby trapping, forced marriage, breeding

author's note: this is really dark so please take care of yourself before and after reading <3

As you entered the Bridgerton home, you were struck with awe. Even better, today marked a special occasion. Today, you were celebrating your eighteenth birthday with your best friends, Eloise and Penelope. Your parents had allowed you to have a small sleepover to celebrate your age, and of course Viscountess Bridgerton and the elder brothers would be watching over you three.

You walked in through the foyer to the parlor, where most of the family was gathered.

"Oh, (y/n), welcome and happy birthday," the Viscountess said, embracing you in a warm hug.

"Officially marrying age, how exciting?" Benedict teased as he turned away from his easel and looked at you.

"Leave her alone, Ben!" Eloise groaned. Her and Pen stood up from the settee and hugged you as well.

"Do you ladies have any special plans for tonight?" Viscountess Bridgerton asked the three of you.

"I thought we could roam around the gardens and read a bit. Perhaps play pickleball or another yard game," Eloise said.

Behind you, Anthony and Colin entered the parlor. Hyacinth all but jumped into Anthony's arms, and Colin walked right over to you.

"Happy birthday, (y/n), and congratulations," he added, smiling at you and making intense eye-contact. You hadn't seen him since before he had left on his travels, and you had to admit he was now very handsome.

"Congratulations? What for?" you inquired teasingly.

"You are now marrying age, correct? Your mother told mine that you would be entering society next season."

"Oh, well yes, I suppose. I don't feel ready yet at all," you confessed, twisting a lock of your hair.

"If we want to walk in the gardens, we must leave soon," Eloise urged impatiently.

"Oh, right, sorry. I'll see you later, Colin," you added before being pulled away by your best friend.

Even long after, you were left daydreaming about how tight Colin's shirt looked, allowing you to see the outline of his strong chest. You liked the light facial hair he had grown and the new styling of his hair, which suited him much more. You thought about him even while Pen and Eloise were debating about Lady Whistledown, and all throughout your garden walk. What was this feeling blossoming in your chest?

---

"I'm not ready to be a wife, I feel like I have so much more fun left in my life!" you groaned, stretched out on one of the parlor settees. The Viscountess had allowed you three some time to socialize in the parlor alone after dinner, so you all took the opportunity to get comfortable and talk.

"Being a wife can be fun sometimes," Pen volunteered.

"And how would you know?" Eloise snapped, setting her book aside.

"El!" you scolded.

"There's the marital act, which none of our mothers have explained to us, but it is supposed to feel good. And if you have a nice husband, he might let you enjoy it, too," Pen shrugged. She began to take some of the pins out of her hair, causing red locks to fall around her shoulders.

"The marital act," you shuddered, "those words alone scare me enough."

"Colin, Benedict and Anthony know but they won't tell me. And of course Daphne won't, either. But I assume it has something to do with the process of carrying children," Eloise said.

All of a sudden you heard a loud knock on the closed door. The three of you gasped.

"Bedtime, ladies," Anthony commanded in a stern voice.

"Fine, brother!" Eloise shouted back, rolling her eyes and standing up from the settee she had been laying on.

---

The Bridgerton house had a quite a few guest rooms. It was one of the reasons you enjoyed staying there, as your home was definitely not as fancy. You made your way to a small guest room the maids had made up for you at the order of the Viscountess.

Taking a deep breath, you shut the door behind you and turned on the oil lamp. You changed into your nightgown and began undoing your hair, twisting the pins and decorative ribbons out of the style. Your mother had done your hair in a special style for your birthday.

A slight knock sounded at your door. Who could it be? Perhaps Penelope needed more sanitary napkins.

"H-hello?" you asked, opening the door slightly. Colin.

"Good evening, (y/n). I was wondering if we could talk? I brought some tea for you."

"This isn't a good time, I'm getting ready for bed," you whispered.

"Just a few minutes?"

"Alright," you agreed. Colin closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed. You sat down next to him, taking the tea saucer from his hands and sipping tentatively.

"You never told me, how was Greece?" you asked, looking up at the man beside you. Although he was only twenty-three, he felt like a grown adult compared to you. Even at eighteen, you still felt like a little girl.

"It was beautiful, (y/n). Maybe I'll bring you there someday. Would you like that?" he asked, eyes trained on you as you took another sip of the tea.

You nodded, wanting to speak but finding yourself unable to. You tried to set down the tea saucer but Colin took your hand and raised it up to your mouth again.

"W-what are you--" you stuttered before he made you take another sip.

"Shh, it's okay my love. Just drift off to sleep," Colin urged. After you finished the tea, he helped you lay comfortably on the bed.

You fought to keep your eyes open, but the last thing you saw was Colin staring at you with a sickly smile.

---

You awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the sun streaming through the guest room's shades. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you realize there was a sharp pain in your lower region. It was not yet time for your monthly cycle, but perhaps you were early?

The shooting pain was still there as you hobbled to the washroom, hoping a quick urination might relieve the pain.

You looked into the bowl after you were finished, a small bit of blood there. You must be starting early, there was no other explanation. Maybe Colin knew something, as he was there with you before you fell asleep. You went to sleep a lot quicker than you'd been meaning to, but perhaps it was because you had a long day.

---

About six weeks later, you still had not gotten your monthly cycle since before you'd stayed at the Bridgerton's, aside from the small bit of blood from the toilet. You felt fragile and constantly sick. You looked bigger and your breasts felt heavier. You'd never felt anything like this, and you were scared. Did you have the plague? How could you have even gotten it?

After a few weeks of worrying, your parents were able to get a doctor out to your house to check on you.

The doctor, a stern old man, examined you, asked questions and inspected you thoroughly. When he was finished, he took your parents aside.

"You stupid, stupid girl!" your mother yelled from across the room. You looked at her, confused and surprised.

"What are you talking about?" you asked innocently.

"Who did you have sexual relations with?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

"The marriage act, who did you do it with? Oh my, we must find the boy and ask him to do the honorable thing and marry her. Or else she'll be a soiled spinster!" your father shouted.

"I didn't do the marriage act, I promise! I don't even know what it is, I've never even kissed a boy!"

"If you will not be honest, we must take this into our own hands as soon as possible. You are pregnant, stupid girl," your mother spoke. She yelled back and forth at you with your father, but your brain couldn't comprehend it anymore.

You were confused, having been sick for almost six weeks straight. Six weeks ago was your birthday, when you had fallen asleep by Colin. Could that be the marriage act? You would have to speak with him as soon as possible. How does one get pregnant?

---

"I need to see Colin," you tell the butler urgently once you arrive at the Bridgerton estate.

The butler nods and escorts you to what you assume is Colin's study, as he is sitting there at a desk, writing in his journal.

The butler leaves and you make a guttural noise, alerting Colin of your presence.

"Oh, hello! It's great to see you again, (y/n). I've been expecting you."

"Y-you have?"

"Yes. I heard the doctor was coming to your home to check up on you. I knew it meant my seed had taken."

"What?"

"Marry me, my love. We can travel with our baby and eventually settle down. You will have a luxurious life with me, more than with anyone your parents could pick for you. Come on, (y/n). Become a Bridgerton."

"What did you do to me?" you cry, reaching your hand gently down to touch the tiny bump of your stomach.

"The tea I gave you put you to sleep and boosted your fertility. I picked it up at a bazaar in Greece, when I first had the idea to do this. I consummated our marriage, though a bit early. You would be wise to accept my proposal. This is your only chance at a good life, (y/n)," Colin explained with a slight smirk on his face.

You slid to the floor, dress cushioning your fall. You nod through the tears, in disbelief that Colin had taken advantage of you. You didn't even know what he'd done to you. You weren't sure you wanted to know, either.

[daisynik7]

“Into you” by Fabolous for Connie Springer- smut + fluff

(S4 connie ofc)

Into You

I think you’re truly something special, just what my dreams are really made of

Pairing: Connie Springer x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: super fluffy, kinda cheesy, college au, modern day au, lots of basketball terms (applies specifically to NCAA and NBA), explicit language, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), implied creampie

Summary: You and Connie Springer have been close since childhood, growing up as next-door neighbors and best friends. The bond the two of you share is undeniable, but you’ve never been able to admit how deep your feelings are, either to yourself or to him. You continue to support him as his friend while he pursues his career as a basketball player, trying to get drafted into the NBA. Though the journey has its ups and downs, one thing is for certain: The two of you will always have each other, forever and ever. 

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thanks so much for requesting this song for the y2k karaoke party because it’s one of my FAVORITES! It really gives me Love & Basketball vibes, another favorite of mine that also happens to be a classic in the y2k era. This little fic is very loosely based off of that, so I hope you enjoy! Also, all the basketball/NBA tidbits are mostly from being with my boyfriend, who is a huge NBA fan, so yeah, sorry if any details are inaccurate lol. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! MDNI banner credit to @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest (Slam Dunk manga).

“You have to pinky promise, okay?” Connie sticks his tiny finger out, wiggling it in front of your face, sucking on his cherry-flavored lollipop, lips and tongue-stained red. You’re both five years old, sitting cross-legged in the front of his yard, taking a break from playing hide-and-seek.

“What am I pinky promising?” you ask, voice squeaky and curious.

“That we’ll be best friends forever and ever! No matter what!” he exclaims, beaming at you with his eyes wide, twinkling earnestly. 

You only need to think for a few seconds before you’re hooking your pinky with his, committing to this promise for the rest of your lives. 

~~~

Ten years later, Connie makes it on the varsity basketball team in your high school. It’s rare for a freshman to make it to varsity at Ragako; the coaches must have seen that spark in him that you and his family have witnessed since he started playing at ten-years-old. You used to shoot around with him out in his driveway, where his father set up a little hoop. Eventually, the little one got upgraded to a real one, where the height was adjusted appropriately as Connie grew. You became his practice partner, no longer able to compete with him. Instead, you passed him the ball, watching in awe as he made shot after shot, sometimes deep from the street. He’d pick you up and spin you around, the two of you cheering together, impressed by his skills.

Year after year, he only improved. The way he handled the ball, expertly dribbling it between his legs, behind his back, one-handed, without looking. Or the way his feet gracefully shuffled along the court, the distinct squeak from his shoes echoing off the walls as you watch him on the bleachers, playing three-on-three against some of his buddies at the gym. One time, his friend Jean teases you. “You know, you should stop hanging around here or else people might think you’re his groupie.”

Before you can think of a smart comeback, Connie interjects, shoving Jean hard in the arm. “Hey! Leave her alone. I want her here. I only play like this when she’s around. And she’s not a groupie. She’s my best friend.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the exit while Jean sputters apologies that go ignored. “Sorry about that,” he whispers to you. “Jean is an asshole. I want you around, got it? Forever and ever.”

You smile, leaning into him. “Forever and ever.”

~~~

It’s at the championship game during senior year that you realize that you’re in love with Connie.

Scouts have already contacted him about full-ride scholarships to university, recruiting him for their team. He’s the most celebrated point-guard in your school’s history, his average points and assists per game breaking records. Ever since he joined, your school has made it in the final round each year, last year resulting in a win, this year leading to a second. 

With seconds left on the shot clock, tie game, Ragako with possession, Connie makes his move. He inbounds the ball to his teammate, quickly taking position at the right wing, his sweet spot. As quickly as it leaves his hands, the ball is passed back to him. He shoots it, and as it flies out from his fingers into the air, the buzzer rings, and he makes it. The crowd goes wild; one side of the bleachers erupting into a frenzy, jumping up and down with excitement. Connie’s parents hug each other first, then surround you in their arms, elated. You don’t expect him to celebrate the win with you, not with his entire team huddling around him, splashing water on his head, cheering his name. Not with all the cheerleaders and fans gravitating toward him, eager to be in the presence of a sure-to-be star in the making. So, it surprises you when you see him maneuver his way through the crowd, heading straight towards you. He pounces on you, giving you the biggest, sweatiest hug with tears streaming down his face. It’s a split second where the surrounding noise goes blank and it’s just the two of you there, basking in each other’s warmth. Soon, his parents join you, also crying happily, and it’s in this moment that you realize this is where you want to be: with him. Forever and ever.

~~~

It's no surprise that the two of you attend the same college together. Most people will see it as you following him, but in actuality, Connie agrees to go wherever you go. Lucky for you both, your top choice is a D1 university where he’s offered a scholarship to play for their basketball team. It works out perfectly, as if it were meant to be. 

He’s busy from the get-go, practicing every day until the season starts in November. You become preoccupied with classes, and naturally, the two of you travel your different paths, meeting in the middle whenever you can. When the season official starts, you attend all his home games, cheering for him from the sidelines surrounded by the other students also chanting his name. Weeknights, he’s often too tired to hang out, retreating to his dorm room to fall asleep, only to repeat his busy schedule again the next day. He grows close with his teammates, spending most of his time with them instead of you, which is to be expected. After all, you and Connie are just friends. Sure, you’re completely and madly in love with him, but he’ll never know that. So, you watch from afar as he pursues his career without you in the way. It’s the way it has to be. 

By the time spring semester rolls around, you and Connie barely see each other. You’ll still text, sometimes video chat or talk on the phone. He mostly vents to you about teammates or coaches that have gotten on his nerves that day. He’ll catch you up on the other schools they’ve defeated or the ones that they’ve lost to. Your school’s record is quite good thanks to Connie, who’s only gotten better since high school. If they continue at this rate, they will win the conference tournament, meaning a trip to March Madness, the most prestigious competition in college basketball. Most importantly, it’s one step closer to the NBA.

As expected, the team does win the conference tournament. That night, the entire campus is lively with students buzzing in school spirit, ready to party the rest of the weekend. All you think about is calling Connie to congratulate him, hear his voice and tell him that you’re so proud of him. You debate with yourself for nearly fifteen minutes, staring at his name on your screen, fingers so close to dialing his number. You decide not to go through with it, certain that he’s too busy with his team, too busy with his fans. He’s not thinking about you, not when his whole world is about to change. And you can’t blame him; you’re just friends, and this is the way it has to be.

The following night, your school organizes an impromptu homecoming for the basketball team, welcoming them as they arrive on the bus, fresh from their championship win. They have a  couple days of rest before they leave for the NCAA tournament, but you’re sure they’ll be busy with press and practice until then. You’re not there to greet them when they step off the bus; instead, you’re sulking in your room, buried under the covers, feeling sorry for yourself for ever falling in love with Connie Springer. It’s a sad, pathetic sight, but at least you’re alone for the weekend to do it while your roommate is out visiting her boyfriend out of town. 

You’re surprised to see Connie’s name flash on your phone a few hours later. You let it ring twice before answering. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” he asks. There’s shuffling in the background, as if he’s walking outside. 

“I’m in my room.”

“I’m coming over now.” He hangs up, not giving you any time to respond. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what’s to come.

When you open the door to let him in, he wraps his arms around you in a snug embrace. “I missed you.” He pulls off to hold you by the arms, glaring. “Why didn’t you greet me off the bus?”

“I…” you start, unsure how to respond. 

“I was looking for you and you weren’t there. Where were you?”

“I was studying in the library.” This might be the first time you’ve ever lied to him. You feel guilty and gross. 

“Oh,” he says sadly, still staring at you. 

“Congratulations, by the way. It was an amazing win.” You give him a weak smile, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. You don’t even know why you’re crying; Connie did nothing wrong. You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, and you can’t help but crumble in front of the only person who knows you better than you know yourself. 

“I don’t care about that right now. I care about you. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Connie, I promise.”

“Don’t promise me shit like that. I know you’re upset. Tell me. Please.” His eyes search yours, desperate for an answer. 

You look at his feet, fixating on his shoes, scuffed on the sides from playing. Tears start to drop from your face and on the carpet. “I just…I missed you too. I miss you, Connie. I…I love you.” The confession slips from your mouth in a sniffle, and you’re so upset with yourself for letting it slide in this crucial moment. Neither of you needs the drama of your unrequited love right now. Not you, knowing he’ll be leaving again soon, and especially not him, who has bigger and better things to focus on. 

He gapes at you, stuttering, “You love me?”

You nod, biting your lip.

“Like, love love? Or love like a friend?”

You’re tempted to lie, just to make it easier. But you owe it to Connie to be honest with him. “Love love.”

His mouth is open, eyes bugging out, completely shocked by your admission. Before he can respond, you add, “I’m sorry, Connie. I shouldn’t have told you this right before the tournament, but…I don’t know. It just came out. I’m sorry.”

He stammers, “You’re sorry? This is the best fucking thing I’ve heard in my entire life.” He breaks into a smile, laughing hysterically, an even more bizarre reaction. 

You cross your arms, getting impatient with his ridiculous behavior, eventually grabbing his shoulders to shake him out of his fit. “Connie, what the hell?!”

He wipes his eyes, crying from giggling, beaming at you. “I’ve been in love with since we were kids. Been dreaming of hearing you say that since we were five-years-old.” He hugs you tightly, nuzzling his nose to the top of your head. “I love you and I want to be with you. Forever and ever, right?”

You nestle into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent you missed since he’s been gone. “Forever and ever.” 

~~~

The two of you spend the night together, making love for the first time. His lips are soft against yours, and you smile into his kiss, remembering the day you pinky promised that you’ll be best friends forever and ever, no matter what. His lips were stained red with cherry-flavored candy, looking sickly sweet as he smiled at you. And as you kiss him now, he tastes just as sweet as you imagined he’d be after all these years. 

You kiss him sloppy as you ride his lap, his cock buried deep in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. He moans your name into your mouth as he laps at the saliva collecting on your tongue, slurping your spit, swallowing it thickly. “Fuck,” he groans, hands gripped to your hips, rocking you back and forth on his thighs. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long, baby. So long.”

“Me too,” you whisper, starting to bounce on him, close to your climax. 

“What would you think about? Tell me,” he demands, thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing it raw.

You whine from his touch, increasing your pace, resting your head on his shoulder. “You and me, just like this,” you huff, short of breath. 

“Yeah? You thought about me deep inside you, huh? Fucking this sweet pussy until you come all over my cock, huh?” He thrusts up into you, grip tightening, fingers digging into your flesh. He’s close too, you can feel it.

You moan into his skin, sweat beading on your forehead, throwing your ass back against him in tandem with each pump of his cock. A few more strokes and the two of you come together, the mess spilling onto the sheets as soon as he pulls out. 

He wipes you down with tissues and baby wipes you have handy on your bedside drawer. As soon as you’re both clean, he cradles you in his arms, spooning you from behind. 

“I know this is going to sound super cheesy, but I truly feel like a winner now,” he says, kissing the nape of your neck. 

You chuckle, squeezing his hand in yours. “Wait until you win March Madness. Then you’ll really be a champ.”

“Even if I lose, I’ll still have you. And that’s been my dream all this time.” 

You shift your body to face him, gazing into his eyes. “I thought your dream was to make it into the NBA?”

He smiles, booping you on the nose. “It’s part of the dream, sure. But I wouldn’t be anywhere near where I am now if it wasn’t for you. You kept me going all these years. Knowing you were always on my side gave me the strength I needed to get here. As long as I have you, I’ll be living the dream.” He kisses you on the forehead. “I’m going to love you for the rest of our lives.”

“Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever.”

~~~

In an upset, your school loses in the Final Four. It’s the furthest they’ve gotten in university history, and a large part of that is due to Connie and his extraordinary performance as their point guard. His efforts do not go unnoticed; his coaches and many prospective agents have contacted him, encouraging him to apply for the NBA draft. 

June of the same year, Connie Springer is drafted tenth in the first round and you’re sitting right beside him with his parents, cheering for him. Just as you have throughout all these years, and just as you will for the rest of your lives. Forever and ever. 

[aclowntiny]

To celebrate you writing skz how do you feel about writing Wooyoung and Changbin being each other’s wingmen 😂

OB FUCKIN SESSED ACTUALLY this would be chaos incarnate. Comedy beyond measure. Your brain anon. YOUR BRAIN

Wooyoung as Wingman

♡ It all starts sort of late one night when Wooyoung’s catching up with his friend over a beer and the rapper admits he has a crush. Of course Wooyoung teases the shit out of him but he can’t stop grinning and practically jumping out of his seat in excitement.

♡ His eyes light up. “I can help you!” “I don’t need help!” “Aw, come on! I can talk about how strong and awesome you are!” “Well,” Changbin begins to relent, smiling at the ego boost, “all right.” “Of course I’ll be lying,” Wooyoung says with a wicked grin. “Hey!” “Kidding!

♡ Cut to the next time all three of you are together. Wooyoung is so happy to meet you, very friendly and eager in a way that has you smiling. Also very, very complimentary to Changbin.

♡ “Changbin, I know, has been working out a bunch, haven’t you? What are you benching now?” The number does surprise you, but you brush the gym talk off as guy stuff and give the rapper a short praise.

♡ “Has he shown you the latest song he wrote? Man, the guy has a way with words sometimes?” “No,” you reply with an eager smile, “what’s it about?” Wooyoung, you notice, looks nearly more satisfied with Changbin, who pulls out his phone to show you a little demo recording. “Wow, that is good! I wasn’t expecting a love song,” you gush, your voice going quiet. “Well, guess I can be a romantic sometimes,” Changbin replies with a grin that sends warmth to your cheeks.

♡ Changbin is already a shameless flirt, so Wooyoung barely has to do anything. “Hey, do you guys wanna get ice cream?” You ask, nodding to the parlor you’re approaching. “Sure, I’ll get you whatever you want,” Changbin tells you, leaning in a bit.

♡ “You’re right, there’s no helping you,” Wooyoung teases him, earning an elbow to the ribs in response. “That wasn’t what I said!” Changbin shoots back before rushing to hold the door open for you.

♡ “Mind you he won’t pay for me,” Wooyoung whispers to you, “you must be special.” Your eyes light up. “Really?” “Oh, yeah,” Changbin’s friend continues, “watch. Hold his hand and he’ll melt.”

♡ Changbin can’t beat up his homie when he got you guys to hold hands 💔 they have a running joke forever about how indebted the rapper is to Wooyoung because “I got you two together!” “I was about to do it myself!” “Was not!” Big children but we love em 😁

Changbin as Wingman

♡ “YOU LIKE-” “Pipe down, you’re so loud,” Wooyoung whines to his friend as if he isn’t the same, “until we get together, shut it. The rest of the members will tease me if I strike out.”

♡ Changbin crosses his arms. “You won’t.” “Aw, thanks, man, I appreciate the confidence-” “Because I’m going to help you!”

♡ According to Changbin, it’s simple, so that’s how the three of you end up meeting for lunch. Changbin is really friendly-though the way he keeps glancing between you and his friend is a bit unnerving.

♡ “Wooyoung, show (y/n) the move you were practicing the other day, you know, the really sexy one,” Changbin asks once practice got brought up, prompting his friend to stand up and perform, smirking as he looks only at you.

♡ You feel yourself flush. “Wow, I’ll say! You really fit that concept for sure.” You don’t see it, but Changbin goes for a high-five under the table.

♡ “Hey Wooyoung, that looks really good. Do you like what you got?” “Yeah,” you agree with Changbin, smiling, “I almost got that, too!” Your expression is contagious to Wooyoung, who holds out his chopsticks. “Wanna try?” Changbin can barely hide his satisfaction behind a sip of his drink as his friend and you cutely feed each other swapped bits of your lunches.

♡ “Well, guys, this has been fun, but Jisung’s calling me back to the studio. Gotta go!” “Wait,” Wooyoung protests, “what about the movie?” “You guys don’t mind going just you, right?” “Not at all!” You reply brightly and very quickly, bringing a proud beam to Wooyoung’s face as you wave. “But it was nice meeting you!”

♡ Wooyoung’s phone buzzes as he walks, listening to all your expectations for the movie with a soft smile.

Seo Changbin: I did that on purpose 😉

Me: I know!!! 🙄

Seo Changbin: Told you it was simple! Have fun on your DATE 😘

♡ Wooyoung would have sent him a ruder response had you not grabbed his hand and dragged him into the theatres. Had he not taken that moment to confess, and had you guys not kissed when the main characters on screen did.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hey, I'd love a matchup for Castlevania, if you're up for it (was not the person who wrote you those ask anons btw, although I appreciate them clearing things up).

I’m a heterosexual cis woman, although I’m starting to suspect I’m on the asexual spectrum. So, I'd prefer a male matchup. Also not super sure I'd be down with polygamy.

I'm a premed student (no time for irl dating unfortunately 😭). I also work as a volunteer EMS on weekends. Outside of my school and work my hobbies are singing (musical theatre and classical mostly), theatre (backstage work as well as performing), skiing (the only sport I’m any good at) and TTRPGs (was this close to getting my group to play a Castlevania campaign 😔).

I’m also a big nerd about history, American comics, and folklore. I’ll rant for hours about my special interests if nobody stops me. I’d describe myself as ambiverted. I'm socially awkward, but also very loud and expressive. I’m a bit oblivious, I’ll admit lol, but I do my best. My MBTI is ESTJ, and while I doubt MBTI's accuracy, I agree I’m very Type A. When it comes to the things I’m good at, I’m a major perfectionist, but I’m proud of how hard I work. I think my greatest weakness is probably thoughtlessness, but my greatest strength is humility.  My giving love language is acts of service, and my receiving love language is quality time. I'm verbally affectionate towards friends but I freeze like a deer in headlights if somebody flirts with me. Also: I know appearance isn’t super important, but I think it’s important to know I’m only around 5’0 tall. As my friends say, "headpat size."

A/N: Okay for you my PreMed Student Anon (that’s amazing, congratulations by the way!)I have two potential matches in mind. You said you’re heterosexual and would prefer male results, so I chose two from that gender because I honestly couldn’t decide which would please you best. For you, I’m thinking either Dracula or Alucard would be your perfect romantic matchups! (It really does just come down to which man you’d like better: father or son, lol.) 

Dracula (Vlad Tepes), as terrifying as he may be when he decides to enact justice on the human population, is a very reserved and intellectual man. He’s introverted and devoted much of his life to learning about anything and everything from medicine to history to poetry. 

In this instance let’s pretend he’s either never met Lisa or he did meet and fall in love with Lisa but she either lived a full life and died of natural causes, or Dracula was able to overcome the anger and blame he held for humanity following her murder.

Dracula is a patient man. Being immortal means he understands that you must dedicate much of your time to your studies and your volunteer work. So long as the few moments you do get to spend with him are uninterrupted and meaningful, I believe he’d be understanding, and even supportive of your academic endeavors. He was more than happy to aid Lisa in her quest to learn more about biology, so I have no doubt he’d do similarly for you. Any questions you have, he’d gladly answer them. Any resource he has in his castle, any book or scroll, any record of any kind is yours to inspect. He has no doubts that you’re going to make a very accomplished professional one day, and he has every intention of doing whatever it takes to help you get there.

Along with that patience comes an understanding that sex is not the end all be all in life. Sure, it has its place for either pleasure or reproduction but it doesn't need to dominate relationships. If sex is something you're hesitant about, or against having, it doesn't make much difference to him. Dracula would be fine without sleeping with you, so long as he can have you in other ways. Holding you close, holding your hand, sitting next to you in front of a warm fire- those things are what make him feel close to your heart. 

Dracula also enjoys how animated you get when you go on rants about your special interests. He’s very versed in history and folklore as well, although not American comics, so he would listen intently as you teach him all you know. 

As an ESTJ, you would be very grounding for him (an INTJ), while still having a great deal in common. The both of you value an intellectual connection in a relationship while your more empathetic, extroverted side would help push him to see the truth of humanity where he may previously have only seen things in shades of black and white. You both strive for the best, and that suits you just fine with your perfectionism, but do be warned, there may be times you don’t see eye to eye. What you hold as most important in an issue or debate may be different than what he holds. Remember to be patient. INTJs are prone to stubbornness, but being a Type A personality, I do not doubt that you’ll be able to handle any contrary moods of his just fine. 

Your thoughtlessness can also be a source of discourse within the relationship, as Dracula is bound to worry about you. You’re human, you're fragile and under so much pressure. He cares deeply for you and does not want to see you hurt. The one advantage you do have, however, is your humility. It keeps you from being both arrogant and thoughtless which is a much more dangerous combination. So long as you are aware enough of your limits, and keep your wits about you the best you can, Dracula promises to trust you enough to let you come and go as you need to, so long as you’re willing to admit when you need help. But with your best trait being your humility, that shouldn't be a problem. 

Dracula is so touched by your acts of service. Being such an ancient and scary vampire no one ever thought to make him tea or ask if he needed help with anything. He feels so fortunate to have a partner who does not see him solely as ‘Dracula’, Lord of Vampires, but as Vlad Tepes, a man at heart. 

Not to mention your size difference is too adorable for words. He’s so tall and you’re so tiny… He always kneels whenever you ask for a kiss, he’ll never ask you to step on a stool or climb a ladder to reach him. He’s more than happy to come to you. He loves you. You are his new light, his new reason to believe in humanity. 

Alucard (Adrian Tepes) could also be a good match for you! He’s an ambivert like you, although he may not admit it. He’s the son of a scholar and a doctor, so he’s very understanding when it comes to your education and career. And his empathetic nature makes him extremely compatible with your considerate one. 

As Alucard is a dhampir and immortal, this matchup could work in either medieval times or modern times. For the sake of this matchup, imagine whatever you might prefer. 

Alucard hasn’t always had the best experience when it comes to sex. Granted, you can’t judge every potential future experience based on one horrible one, but he’s not the kind of guy who jumps into bed easily. He has reservations and feels very insecure about the whole act. Should he ever engage in it, he’d need a partner who’s very understanding, or just as nervous as he is about the whole thing. In hindsight, I don’t think Alucard would mind not having all that much sex: for him, your continued company means more than any sexual endeavor could. 

Alucard is very impressed with your decision to go into pre med. He knows how much work that means you’re going to be undertaking, and he’ll do whatever he can to support you, either in your studies or in your personal life. He’s very well-read and rather educated on biology as his mother was a physician, so feel free to ask him any questions or have him quiz you before exams. He’s also a bit of an obsessive lover. When he decides he likes someone, he makes a point to memorize that person. (Recall the Trevor and Sypha dolls?) He wants to know what you think and why you think it. That way, he can anticipate your thoughts or needs. 

And he does quite enjoy it when you sing to him, especially if you sing him to sleep. Sleep hasn't always come easy to him, but with your presence and your lovely voice, it’s as if an angel is singing him a lullaby. I also believe Alucard would absolutely thrive playing TTRPG: he’s sarcastic, smart and strategic. I really think he’d dominate any campaign he set his mind to. Plus, it’d be great socialization for him besides you. 

As an ESTJ you’re fairly compatible with Alucard’s INFJ. You’re just extroverted enough to pull him out of his idealistic daydreams, but grounded and predictable enough not to shake his confidence or trust in you/your relationship. The only possible issue is that INFJs can sometimes get caught up in the fantastical destiny of it all: it’s about people and purpose. Whereas ESTJs tend to be a bit more practical- you value reality and stability a bit more than potential and daydreams. But I don’t envision this to be a huge problem, so long as you push communication with Alucard. He internalizes a lot. He’ll need to be reminded to share his inner feelings. So long as you do that, I don’t see any major discourse between you two. 

Alucard may be a little disappointed in your moments of thoughtlessness, but at the same time, he finds them endearing. You try so hard: you’re a perfectionist like he is, and even though you’re only human, you strive for the same greatness. It’s rather admirable. He likes that about you. 

Alucard would also be very touched by your acts of service, mainly because he often finds himself doing the service for others. It’s nice to be taken care of for a change. And he is very happy to spend quality time with you. He’d follow you everywhere if you let him. So long as he’s near you, he feels complete. He’s always leaning down to give you soft forehead kisses whenever you’re around. You’re so precious to him. 

[softguarnere]

Hi! not sure if this is cool but I'm so soft today 😭one shot where winters meets a girl who dreams of becoming a teacher and living in a little farm?

Guardian Angel

Dick Winters x reader

A/N: Dear Anon, it's definitely cool, don't sweat it 😉 If you've been around for a while, you know that I have a special love for soft!Easy men. Thank you for the request, and I hope you like this! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of blood and war, talk of religion

"Is this seat taken?"

Dick hadn't realized how fast his mind had been running until the gentle voice interrupts his thoughts, causing them to come to a screeching halt as he tries to puzzle through what's just been said to him.

"I'm sorry?"

The pretty woman gestures to the church pew beside him. "Is this seat taken?"

He's seen countless Red Cross nurses throughout the war - bravely running to and froe as they rush to men's aid. Their uniforms and smart looking caps have become blurs in his memory, punctuated by the brilliant red crosses on their arms. They're everywhere. Yet this is the first time that he's ever spoken to one directly.

He gestures at the vacant spot next to him. "Be my guest."

The young woman offers him a smile, and something in his chest stirs at the sight. She's got a pretty smile - one of those genuine ones that reaches her (Y/E/C) eyes and lights them up with the action. Her smile would be a sight on it's own. But in this moment, it's a stark juxtaposition to her state.

Her hair is only half held out of her face, which is streaked with sweat that she wipes at with chapped hands. When she takes a seat, those same hands clutch fist-fulls of her uniform skirt like she's hanging onto the blood and dirt soaked fabric for dear life.

Yet despite all of that, there's a gentleness about her. She stares at the cross on the altar in front of them with reverence. In the candlelight, with the soft voices of the nuns singing, he can't help but wonder if she's some sort of angel that's been sent to watch over them all.

It's really none of his business, and he stops himself from asking several times.

"Have you come to pray, too?" His voice feels like barely a whisper. She continues to stare straight ahead, but she must hear him, because she replies just as softly.

"Yes. And you?"

"Yes." No restraint, he shifts down the pew so that he's a little closer to her. "I've spent this whole war praying. Usually in the foxholes. It's easy to find God there. But it's nice to be in a church."

She hums, sparing a glance at him. "What do you pray for?"

"For my men. For all the men. That I get home safely." He bites his lip in hesitation, then admits what he's been thinking since D-Day, but has never said aloud to another person. "That I never have to fight again after this."

That same smile appears again, her eyes dazzling in the candlelight. "That would be nice, wouldn't it? To know nothing but peace after this." She let's out a shaky breath and leans forward, elbows on her knees. She buries her face in her hands for a moment and takes a deep breath before clasping her hands in front of her, so hard that her knuckles turn white.

"Back in the States, I heard about the war and wanted to do something," she admits, biting her lip. "I wanted to help people. And now . . . Being a nurse is heartbreaking. There must be other ways to help people without holding their life in your hands and having to worry about dropping it."

She sits up straight now. She swipes a finger under her eye before she continues. "Every time, I pray that God will get me out of here and let me go somewhere quiet. Somewhere where I never have to hear the rumble of trucks and wonder if they're tanks coming for us."

He knows the feeling. He's travelled on that exact same train of thought before. Often, really - but he's been so busy looking out the window that he never took note of the other passengers.

"A little farm."

Her eyes snap to him, her expression softening as she takes in his words. "Yeah. A little farm. Somewhere close to the middle of nowhere. And I'll teach."

"Teach?"

"Yes." She nods. "That sounds like helping people. I'll teach children and I won't have to worry about cradling their lives in my hands - only their futures."

"That sounds nice."

"It's peaceful." She smooths her skirt. This time she looks at him head-on. "Is that what you want, too?"

"Yes."'

"Well - " She stands, offers him one last smile. "Then I hope and pray that we both get what we want."

And just like that, she leaves him, like a guardian angel that he didn't even know he had disappearing into the candlelight as she shows herself out the door of the church, leaving their brief moment of peace to head back into the chaos and horrors of the war.

He doesn't even know her name. Yet he feels like he's seen a reflection of his own soul.

He bows his head, and this time, he prays that she will find her own peaceful place after the war, and that her little farm is the same one as his.

[aeonianarchives]

I am sorry for your recent Anon hate, but I was wondering if I could make a Request.

You know how long Thranduil's Cloak/Robe/Coat thing is, can you write something were the reader falls asleep on it and Thranduil doesn't know until he hears a groan of pain and he looks back to the bottom of the stairs where the end of it to see the reader.

:)

Thank you

Hello, First of all Thank you for the Request and This is the kick off to Request November a blog special I hope to run every November as a little special thing.

Of All The Things

Summery: Anon Ask

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Warning: Non

Reader Pronouns: All

Thranduil hardly registered the extra weight on his cloak, he didn't even think to check what he was, he was sure it was just a twig or a stone which fell or rolled onto it somehow, he always left his cloak laid out extravagantly in a lot of places such as his throne, his study, his desk in the massive private library he had, private training grounds.

this was one of the times he left it over the small easy to step over more of a seat wall in the royal training grounds, not many people were allowed accesses, the Galion, The Kingsguard commanders, Captain of the border guard, Legolas of course, the nobles who were close in Thranduils council and he trusted with his life and of course his shield his sworn protector even if he was defiant of his father at first when Oropher installed the idea he so let it go Legolas had Tauriel always 3 feet behind him so Thranduil never saw the need to give Legolas a Devoted one.

but his shield never used the training grounds the only time you were ever in their was for giving Thranduil reports, this time however you decided to go in and tidy up the equipment the king had used.

You never wanted to admit it out loud but the once shy anxious prince who was now a confident king had stolen your heart, as much as it pained you to carry the burden of knowing Thranduil would never know your feelings it felt better than to tell him and for him to ignore it and completely shut you down and keep you away from him and re assign you to the wandering patrol which almost never came back to the city unless their supplys run short or the border guard forgot to restock their hidden camps and supply hide outs, you would never guess how many hollow trees their are with those camps and supplys in them.

given how most of the halls where filled with stairs and winding paths Thranduil was quick to find out the rock was infact no rock, he slightly moved his cloak so he could see what was at the end of the long trail to see the all to familiar hair and clothing of you, the groan was also a slight giveaway.

"Is that comfortable for you, because i highly doubt it is" Thranduil said making you have a rude awakening.

"Aran nin I- forgive me I did not mean to" You said The king cut you off

"If you ever need a break just tell me I can survive without you for a few days where I am just in my halls nothing bad can get in here, your job must really be boring at times like these when i do not leave my halls" Thranduil said

"Their is a lot more my job entails than you may realize" you said Thranduil raised an eyebrow

"Oh, please do enlighten me in seeing if falling asleep on my clothes is one of them" Thranduil said

"Well no, Aran Oropher said I must stick near you but in times like these become your shadow, watch you without you knowing, clear away after you, fetch stuff you require, give you reports fill paper work out" You said

"You still work by my fathers rule book even after it has been an age since he passed" Thranduil questioned

"I- yes apart from one thing which was report back to him at the end of the day and tell him what you had done that day" You said

"You were the way my Ada spied on me" Thranduil said

"Well not exactly thats g- someone elses job they babysit you, i simply watch and protect" You said the king raised an eyebrow

"Fine keep your secrets, but why did you fall asleep on my cloak" Thranduil questioned

"I- er you smell really nice" you said

"Thats not an answer" Thranduil said

"If you think about it, it is" you said quickly hurrying away

"Y/n wait" Thranduil said you ignored him and kept walking Thranduil sighed he knew very much what you could be implying with that statement or you could be implying nothing to do with that, Thranduil ended up leaving it alone which you were greatful for.

Elvish Translation:

Ada - Father

Aran - King

[shelltasticday]

Hello~

I was hoping you could write the boys with a gn s/o that is a firebender/can control fire??

In headcanon form pls!!

Hello, dear anon. Ofc, sorry if it's a bit short, hope you like it

The guys with a firebender s/o

▉ ▉ Raphael ▉ ▉ ● Raph is very impressed with your ability

● "So you have mystic powers too?" Wow

● Probably asks you to train with him, he gotta see upclose how it works in combat, and he's always up for a challenge!

● If you can control the color of the flame (with heat or as an additional ability) and whatnot, he'd secretly enjoy and be proud that you make your flames redder because/for him. You got to admit that red is a great colour!

● If you don't have a catch phrase, he probably insists that 1) Yes, of course it's important and necessary 2) He's more than happy to help you come up with it

● But of course it's gotta do with fire

● Maybe "Get burned!" or "Feel the heat!" ? Eh, it's a work in progress

▲▲ Leonardo ▲▲ ● Probably the most mesmerized by it, he is so curious too

● "Can you cover your whole arm? How come it doesn't burn your clothes? Do you feel hot when you do it or?-"

● You'd think Donnie would be the one with the most questions but Leo, I think, would go on and on with it… Hopefully you're not overwhelmed

● You have fun trying to see if your fire can go through his portals, with and without you, it's great if you plan on using it in a fight later on

● And of course that Leo makes the most out of the situation… by making the most puns about fire he can when you're around

● "Wow, babe, you're so hot, I think you're on fire" "Leo…" "Okay, okay, no need for the burning gaze, you can just tell me that my comedy just doesn't ignite anything for you" "…"

● Also, you can bet that he'd ask you to use it for mundane, dumb things. Like heating up coffee or for him to warmth up his hands, as long as it doesn't get on your nerves, it's all good

▌▌Donatello ▌▌ ● Like Leo, he has a lot of questions, but from a more sciency angle, he wants to know more about how it works exactly

● "Do you activate it at will? Can it happen without thinking? Is it a chemical reaction that you ignite somehow?"

● Truth is… you don't have all the answers. But, you allow him to try and figure it out… if he can, that is

● He is more than happy to provide you with tech to enhance your powers, or just tech that is helpful for you, perhaps more on the defensive side.

● And he adds an extinguisher feature… just in case. You never know

● If your powers can come up without intent, and they happen to give you a hard time sometimes, he also would come up with something to prevent that or contain it better. Let's say that it can be a really useful gift when in public

⬤⬤ Mikey ⬤⬤ ● Fire twins!!

● He finds it very very cool, specially because you share the element

● Can you imagine how good you are as a fighting duo? Oh mi gosh…

● What if he was able to make some fire, and basically pass it to you like a basketball for you to take and bash a baddie with? It must be really fun, you two would look flowy and dynamic!

● I like to think that Mikey is into every kind of art, so writing is one, of course

● He'd write poetry after being inspired by seeing you using your fire, how graceful it can look, like a dance. He likes to watch you and focus on the way the flames move alongside you and the streaks of light they make in darker spaces

● Also makes you both matching fire themed jackets or accessories to wear together. Maybe he adds a flame sticker on his plastron to represent you too

[jing-yuans-wife]

Ok so thank you anon. I know you were waiting for this, so here we doing the headcanons or top 3 kinks of these turtle boys~.

💙Leonardo💙

Oh boy this leader right here has these kinks:

*BDSM! [Or Shibari since he's deep into Japanese culture.] The term Sensei definitely gets him going. Call him that and he will be having you scream out that word until morning.

*Sensorplay[like using a blindfold] he wants to feel in control, this shows how he can be the dominant one. He has you in his control as he could never have that full authority over his brothers as a leader.

*Oh my, well this kink will tell you a lot about him. The praise kink. He's a leader sure, however giving him that tiny bit of praise will really get him in a mood. The praise he receives from his brothers is different to the type he receives from you.

❤️Raphael❤️

*Daddy kink. This man just screams this title and no ways can you convince him otherwise. The way he carries himself, and that soul melting smirk that will get you screaming his proudly deemed title for all to hear.

*Body worship kink. He will praise and worship every inch of your body, no matter the shape. You can have scars or even stretch marks, he will make you feel like a super model. With all his insecurities he might have, he refuses to have you downgrade yourself at all.

*Spanking kink. Oh boy, if you got booty then be ready everytime you walk around a corner and he is there. His hand will make contact every single time. This man will shamelessly spank your booty every moment in time he gets.

💜Donatello💜

Ok so his kinks are self explanatory:

* Doctor kink, he is the medic among his brothers. So the moment you call him doctor a switch is flipped. Be ready to get thouroughly examined.

*Switch Kink: When you both became physical, he was shy and has no confidence in himself to act upon his desires. You were mainly the one that takes the lead.. at first. The more you became physical, the more he has researched and soon started act upon his desires. Never knew being the dominant one could get his blood pumping.

*Professor Kink: He's a genius. We all knew this. He may teach you the statistics of science, but he will teach you how to pleasure yourself (may or may not have a kink of watching you pleasure yourself). If you don't do what you've been told, he will give a pop quiz. Fail, and you will be denied of orgasms. So tread carefully when the professor is in the classroom.

🧡Michelangelo🧡

Ok this boy is quite the charmer I must admit. So be prepared for his kinks are also self explanatory due to his position as the more extroverted of the brothers.

*Paint play, this shows his creative side. Your body is his canvas that brings him inspiration.

*Voyeurism, ok the fact hes extroverted and adventurous means he's also daring. The thrill of getting caught gets him going.

Role Play, well the guy loves videogames. If you dress as his favourite female character from that game ,then oh my you will have him go absolutely wild!.

[Apologies about my posting and taking down and posting here again!. My phone took me to wrong blog.]

@dilucsflame33 thank you for been such a special friend. Enjoy this ask and im taging others now!

@fyreball66

@mistyroselove

@turtle-babe83

@thelaundrybitch

@leosgirl82

@raphsweapondealer

@skeezpyuff

@bombergrrl

@tangledredstringsoffate

[moody4world]

Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.1)

A/N: This is the first part of the series im writing based off of the movie, parent trap!! I’ve had this idea for months now and i’m so excited to finally have the first part done. its longer than anything i’ve written and i’m very proud of it so i hope you guys enjoy it too!🤍 if you guys have any questions feel free to send them in and i will gladly answer.

A big shout out to the anon that sent me the link for the movie🫶🏾

The reader will have a british accent in the fic for the sake of the storyline but no ethnicity or physical feature is really described except for maybe curly hair but everyone can read this.

Andy is Andre’s nickname

y/ln= your last name

You never thought that you’d be having the wedding of your dreams with the love of your life at the young age of 23. You had met Urban since very young and the two of you have been inseparable since. Your wedding was huge, beautiful decorations all over the cruise ship’s ball room. Yes cruise ship. You were never one to brag but you could admit that you came from a quite rich family. Every expense of your huge beautiful wedding was courtesy of your generous parents who always supported your relationship. Everything was wonderful but as they say. Everything must come to an end. And so it did.

16 years later

The loud chatter of young boys fills the camp ground as parents drop their kids off for summer camp. Big yellow school busses full of loud teenage boys. Hayden walked towards where the baggages have all been piled. He tries to pull his out but has no luck when more baggages are dumped on top. A shorter guy with dark brown short hair approaches him and tries to help but still no luck. “First year?” He asks Hayden. “How could you tell?” “You’re dressed different than most of us.” “Oh..i always dress like this. Kinda get it from my dad.” “Its cool. i like the hat by the way“ “Thanks” As they’re talking, a chubby guy about the same height as Hayden walks over and easily pulls his own handbag out of the tall pile. Hayden decides to call him over for some help and he gets his baggage as well. “Attention campers! Hayden Wyatt, Ivan Torres and Mikey Wu, the bear cabin.” “Oh that’s me.” Hayden says. To his surprise the two boys were in the same cabin as him. They took off to their assigned cabin for the next eight weeks ready to settle in.

“Oh come on Martin don’t cry, it’s only eight weeks i’ll be back home before we know it.” “You’re right, it’s just that i’ll miss you dearly. Remember if you wan’t to come home i’m only a phone call away.” “I know Martin, don’t worry i’ll miss you guys too.” The two of them do their special handshake and give each other a goodbye hug. Andrew sighs as he watches Martin gets back into the limo. “Chauffeur, to the airport!”

“Oh come on Martin don’t cry, it’s only eight weeks i’ll be back home before we know it.” “You’re right, it’s just that i’ll miss you dearly. Remember if you wan’t to come home i’m only a phone call away.” “I know Martin, don’t worry i’ll miss you guys too.” The two of them do their special handshake and give each other a goodbye hug. Andrew sighs as he watches Martin gets back into the limo. “Chauffeur, to the airport!”

Lunch time rolls around and the cafeteria is full of loud chatters from the boys. Hayden is standing at the right side of the fruit buffet table meanwhile Andre is on the left. In between them stood mr. Marvey, the head counselor of the camp. He was putting some orange slices on his plate and he turns to Hayden offering him some. “Would you like some orange slices buddy?” to which Hayden replies “Oh no thanks Marvey i’m allergic” “Oh okay.” Marvey decides to ask the boy on his left while still looking down. “How about you, would you like some orange slices?” Andre answers “Oh no thanks Marvey i’m allergic.” “Oh i know you just told-“ Marvey looks up noticing that the boy he just spoke to was now on his left. “me over here…how did you get on this side so fast? you know what, excuse your old man, its been alot of years working at this camp” Andre gives him an awkward smile and walks away.

After lunch the boys were quickly allowed to go participate in whichever one of the activities they wished. Hayden was doing very well at fencing. He was winning round after round. “Looks like we have our remaining champion, Hayden Wyatt!!” the counselor announces. “Anybody else wanna test their luck?” he asks. Andre and his friends had just came from their intense game of tennis and he decided why not give it a go. “I’ll take a whack at it.” He says. “Okay! looks like we’ve got ourselves a challenger.” The two boys put their masks on while facing away from each other. Once their masks are on they take position and salute each other.

The counselor blows his whistle and yells “Allez!” indicating the start of the match. It’s intense and everyone watching was invested. At one point Hayden almost got Andre but he was quick enough to dodge it smoothly. The clinging of the épéés against each other was fast and constant until Andre has Hayden cornered on a small balcony of a nearby cabin with nowhere to go. Hayden takes a step back when Andre tries to touch him with the point of his épéé causing him to fall backwards into a tub of water. Andre immediately sticks his hand out offering Hayden his help. “Oh shoot, here, let me help you.” “No, let me help YOU.” Hayden grabs his hand and pulls him into the the large water tub with him.

They step out keeping their backs faced towards eachother. “Alright everyone looks like we have a new winner, Andre Y/ln!!” the counselor announces.“Come on guys, make up. It was a fair and square game.” They both sigh in annoyance and turn around. The two boys let out a synchronized gasp when they finally face each other. Hayden feels like he’s looking into a mirror and vice versa. This boy who he has never met before happens to look exactly like him. Same eyes, same nose, same lips. Different haircut and accessories. They shake hands confusingly and let go immediately. The group of campers dispersed but Andy’s friends come stand next to him hurriedly.

“Why is everyone staring?” Hayden asks. “Dont you see it?” “See what?” he says again acting clueless. “The resemblance between us!” “The resemblance? between you and me?” Andy nods “Hmm i don’t really see it, your eyes seem closer together than mine and..your ears..well i hope you can still grow into them.” “Who do you think you are?” One of Andys friends asks. “No its fine, clearly i was raised with manners and good sportsmanship unlike this guy.” Hayden steps up to Andy getting defensive and Andy puffs his chest out ready to fight back. “Woah woah woah boys break it up, come on. Hayden, Andy. I mean Andy. Hayden. I mean Andy? Oh jesus” the counselor could not tell the two apart.

Later that night, Andy’s group cabin was packed. Everyone surrounded the small table watching him beat everyone that went up against him in a game of cards. Hayden and his group walks in and decides to challenge him. “I’ll take a whack at it” he says imitating Andre.

“Loser has to jump in the lake.” Hayden proposes.

“Fine by me.” “Actually no, skinny dip in the lake.” “Also fine by me because im gonna win.” Andre says. He’s confident until he sees Haydens smirk once he put his cards down first. He had lost and now he had to skinny dip in the freezing cold lake. He’s never done something like this before. He strips and walks quickly across the deck to get to the lake. He takes a deep breath to prepare himself and takes a dive. Once he comes back up all he could see was the last few of the boys running away. And by the time he got out all that was left of his clothes were his sneakers. his underwear, his t-shirt, his pajama pants, all gone. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Fine. Two can play this game. Hayden wyatt.” He says while his teeth were chattering from the cold.

The next morning Hayden and his friends are walking back to their cabin after playing some football. “Bro that match was so good their keeper was ass. We scored so easy on them.” “Yeah but honestly you’re a beast at football man you gotta teach me that one trick you did.” “Sure man i’ll teach you but i’m so tired right now i’m gonna take a nap till lunch time.” Mikey stops abruptly in shock causing hayden and Ivan to stop as well. They look at him confused and he goes “I dont think thats possible man.” Hayden looks at Mikey questioningly “Why not?” He points at their cabin and Hayden is more than surprised to see all three of their beds, night tables and bags on the roof. And to top it all off a british flag flapping in the wind. All that Hayden could say was “No way”

That same night Hayden and his two friends were ready to get revenge. They took their flashlights and a bags full of the materials necessary to carry out their prank perfectly. Multiple strings connected all throughout the cabin, whipped cream painted over one of Andre’s friends with a ginger bread man design. The other friend they covered in honey and Andy himself had a bunch of honey on the floor near his bed and balloons filled with water ready to drop on him as soon as he stepped on a string near his bed.

The next morning Andy wakes up in confusion and alarmed. He sits up immediately in bed, careful not to touch anything. “What the fuck” his roommates however were not able to be as calm as him and both screamed much louder “Bro what the hell is this shit” said the one covered in sticky honey. “Who the hell did this?” asks the one covered in whipped cream. Andy tries to step out of bed carefully but because he was trying to avoid stepping in honey he stepped on the forbidden string. Three small water filled balloons drop down but he manages to dodge each one. “Ha! missed me dumbass.”

Or so he thought… less than 5 seconds later a giant water balloon comes straight down onto him. Wetting his pajamas and everything close to him. He was so frustrated and annoyed. But most importantly he was ready to get back at Hayden more than ever.

Meanwhile Andy and his roommates’ bloods were boiling. Hayden and his friends were watching through the window trying to laugh as quietly as possible as their prank played out exactly how they wanted. Right as their high-fiving each other the head counselor walks by with his giant microphone. “Goodmorning boys.” “Goodmorning Marvey” they reply in unison until realization hits them like a brick. “MARVEY?!” they say all scared. Mr. Marvey raises his microphone and announces that they will be doing a surprise inspection on all cabins.

And just for Haydens luck, the pranked cabin was up first. He runs to the door blocking it from Marvey’s view. “Marvey i don’t think you should go in there sir. One of the guys got sick and it’s reaally and i mean really disgusting in there, trust me.” he tries to say as convincing as possible. “Oh well if one of the guys are sick then i should definitely go in there and check on him Hayden.” “No you can’t. He’s really really contagious.” Andre watches amusingly through the window as Hayden is struggling to change mr Marvey’s mind. So ofcourse he decides to help Hayden out. Not.

“Actually mr Marvey we’re all perfectly fine in here. Unless Hayden Wyatt knows something we dont. Open the door and come see for yourself Marvey.” And that he does. Marvey tells Hayden to step aside and he opens the cabin door. Before he was able to set one foot in the cabin a bucket full of chocolate came pouring down straight onto him. He yells in disgust and shock. The younger counselor tries to push him out of the way but this only made it worse. He slipped into the cabin, sliding through the honey and the web of strings until the opposite end of the room and the younger counselor was quick to meet the same predicament. The counselor was trying to regain his footing but the floor was too slippery. He had the brilliant idea to hold on to a doll that was hanging on one of the strings.

This causes Hayden to scream “NO” but it was much too late. The fan starts to spin and a bunch of white feathers come flowing down. Sticking everywhere and i mean everywhere. Hayden felt extremely nervous about the consequences he would have to deal with. “I told you it was a mess in here” he says nervously as the counselors look at him. Andy looks over to the counselors angrily saying “He should know, he did it”

Mr. Marvey angrily points at the two boys “YOU and YOU pack your bags right now!”

After three hours of constant cleaning every camper was told to march along to the isolation cabins. By now everyone had heard about what happened in the cabin. During the march all you could hear were the synchronized stomps and chatters. Once they reached the cabins, Marvey once again picked up his microphone. “The rest of you, get back to your activities.” All the boys cheered and wooed and wasted no time getting back to what they were previously up to. Once the cheering calmed down Marvey turned to the two boys. “The two of you, the isolation cabin.”

The boys stood there looking at Marvey expecting him to say something else. “NOW” he says unexpectedly and both the boys and the younger counselor flinch in surprise while Andre and Hayden hurry to the cabin.

Hayden and Andre make a deal to simply stay out of each other’s way. Later that night Hayden was having a hard time falling asleep because the lights were on. Why doesn’t he just turn them off, you ask? Well Andre was journaling and there was no bedside lamp for him to use. Hayden was fed up and flipped the light switch on his side of the room, causing the cabin to go completely dark. Andre immediately flips the switch on his side turning the light back on. They go back and forth with the light until Hayden gives up, pushing his cover over his head and tries to fall asleep.

The next morning Andre was playing with his deck of cards while Hayden was sticking up posters of his favorite designers’ pieces, dogs he found cute and his favorite football players. A huge gust of wind unexpectedly rose causing a bunch of his posters and photos to fly off of the wall and onto the cabin floor. He rushes to close the window but quickly notices that he needs help. Andre runs to the window helping him and together they manage to close it.

They sit down together collecting the photos and posters off of the floor. Until a few photos caught Andres attention. The first photo had a beautiful white building with teal green ceilings, it almost looked like a castle of some sort. Andre had never seen it before. “What is this place?” He turns the picture to Hayden when he asks. “Oh thats churchill downs. Its where the annual kentucky derby takes place.” “What exactly is the kentucky derby? i’ve never been there before.” Hayden looks at Andre in shock. “I don’t know if i should be offended right now or honored that i get to explain this to you. But the derby is basically a horse race that people bet money on. And kentucky is where i grew up.” He looks over and coincidentally finds a photo of the house he grew up in. “Oh here’s a photo of the house actually. Pretty cool huh?”

Andre really does find the house pretty cool. It wasn’t bigger than his ,not that it mattered but it seemed nice and homey. The other one that caught his attention was a photo of a man with long hair photographing some type of artist during a performance with a very large crowd. “Who’s this?” “Oh thats my dad taking a photo of my uncle while he’s performing. He didn’t know i was taking his picture until after the show” Hayden says with a proud smile on his face “They’re like my best friend, we do everything together.” Hayden grabs another photo, this one was taken by his dad.

“Oh look at this one, its me eating a mcchicken but with barbecue sauce.” He was laughing at his face in the photo and Andre found it hard not to laugh as well. “Thats so weird, i do that too!” He says to Hayden. “Thats so strange, most people think it’s disgusting but i learned it from my dad and now its the only way i eat it.” Andre smiles at the fact that they have that preference in common but he cant help but feel some type of way about the topic. Hayden notices this and tries to include him a bit more. “So uh what’s your dad like? Is he one of those chill ones you can talk about everything to or is he strict and lame? I hate those type of dads.”

Andre looks at him and goes “I don’t have a dad.” He laughs a little and continues “Well obviously i had one at some point but my mom got divorced a long time ago and she never even mentions him at all. Its like he disappeared into thin air.” He shrugs as if it was any other normal conversation. “Scary how nobody stays together anymore.” Hayden says while shaking his head. Andre nods along saying “Tell me about it.” Out of curiosity Hayden decides to ask Andre for his age.

“How old are you by the way?” Andre replies “I’ll be seventeen on october eleventh” This caught Hayden by surprise causing him to choke on his own spit leading him into a coughing fit. He bumps his fist to his chest regaining his breath and replies excitingly “So do I.” to which Andre adds “Really? your birthday is on october eleventh? how weird is that?” and Hayden says “Extremely.”

A small silence reigns in the cabin for a short time before Andre asks Another question. “Hayden?” “Yeah?” “What’s your mother like?” “I haven’t met her, her and my dad split up when i was a baby or maybe even before that. But i do know for sure that she was very pretty.” “How do you know that?” “Well my dad used to have this photo of her in his drawer and he looked at it all the time until he gave it to me to keep.” A lightbulb goes on in Andre’s brain but Hayden seems as clueless as always. “Hayden do you not realize what’s going on?” “No? What’s going on?” “I mean think about it. I only have a Mother and you only have a father.” “You know you can just say mom and dad right?” “Let me finish my sentence please.” “My bad.” “As i was saying. You only have a..dad and I only have a mum.” Hayden rolls his eyes at Andre’s british pronunciation. “You’ve never seen your mum and i’ve never seen my dad.

You have one old picture of your mum and i have one old picture of my dad. But at least yours is probably a whole picture. Mine’s a pathetic ripped half of a photo.Right down the middle too-” Andre’s last sentences makes Hayden’s eyebrows go up and he rushes to his baggage and starts rummaging through it. “What are you digging in there for?” Hayden find the photo of his mom and holds it to his chest. Andre looks at him confused and asks “What is that?” “It’s the photo of my mom… mine is ripped too.” “Right down the middle?” Hayden nods. “Right down the middle.” At that very moment Andre rushes to his drawer grabbing his half of a photo and holds it to his chest like Hayden did.

They stand facing each other. Both holding their half of a picture to their chest. They each take a deep breath and decide to turn the photos towards each other at the count of three. “One” Andre says, taking a step closer towards Hayden. “Two” Hayden continues the countdown taking a step closer towards Andre. “Three” they say in unison turning the photos towards each other. Just as expected they were a perfect match. Neither of them could contain their shock yet also excitement. “Thats my dad.” Hayden says while still in shock. Meanwhile Andre is much more on the excited end of the spectrum. “That’s my mum!” Hayden felt himself tearing up from the huge wave of emotions. He wipes his eyes and points at Andre. “So if your mom is my mom. And my dad is your dad and we’re both born on october eleventh then you and i are like…brothers.” At this point he was smiling so hard he could feel his cheeks starting to hurt. “Like brothers? Hayden we’re twins!”

Andre jumps up and down in excitement, causing a small locket to fall from his pocket. He quickly picks it up holding it tight. “What are you holding?” Hayden asks him. “Its a locket. I’ve had it since i was born. It has an A on it.” “I have the exact same one except mine has an H on it.” They both laugh in disbelief. “Oh my god i’m not an only child, i’m a twin!” Hayden says. “And there’s two of me. I mean us! Its like-“ “Mind boggling.” Andre adds. “Totally!” “Completely!” “Oh my god.” “Oh my god!” They say as they pull each other in for a hug.

They spend that entire night telling each other about their parents. “So tell me, what’s mom like?” “Well she’s a wedding gown designer.” “Really?” “She’s becoming quite famous actually, a princess in Greece just bought one of her gowns.” Andre tells him. “Wow” “You know what’s interesting? Neither of our parents ever got married again. Has dad ever gotten close to marrying?” to which Hayden snorts and says “Never. He always says bitches come and go.” They both laugh a little at that. “Yeah mum has never gotten close either.” The room falls silent as the both of them get comfortable in their bed ready to sleep. That is until Hayden jumps up with a face thats says ‘i am an absolute genius’ and he goes “I have the brilliant most brilliant idea! i’m a total genius!”

He turns to look at his brother. “You want to know dad right?” to which Andre sits up and replies “ Right.” “And i’m dying to know mom. So what i’m thinking is.. don’t freak out okay?” Andre nods. “I think we should switch places!” Andres eyes widen at his brother’s crazy idea but Hayden just keeps going. “When camp is over i’ll go back to London as you and you’ll go back to Louisville as me!” “WHAT?!” “Andre we can pull it off, we’re twins aren’t we?” “Hayden, we’re totally and completely one hundred percent different.” “So? what’s the problem? You can teach me how to be you and i’ll teach you how to be me. Look I can be you already.” Hayden says pulling his long curly hair in a ponytail to make it seem shorter like Hayden’s and says in his best british accent “No it’s fine, clearly i was raised with manners and good sportsmanship unlike this guy.” Andre wouldn’t admit it but that was a quite good impression of him.

“Come on Andy, i gotta meet my ma.” Hayden begs him with a pout trying to win him over. “Okay…the problem is you know, if we switch…sooner or later they’ll have to unswitch us.” To which Hayden adds “And if they do they’ll have to meet again…face to face!” And Andre continues, “After all these years..” He says excitingly. Hayden laughs, proud of his brilliant plan. “Thank you.” He says smugly as they both lay back down in their bed. “Told you i was a total genius.”

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I maybe possibly probably have dropped something like this in your ask already but here I go again cause it doesn't leave me alone:

Ino going all out on buying a really expensive gift for you, because he really likes you and he's just not smooth enough to confess. He's aware of how much of a fool he makes of himself when he is just near you (we love smitten idiot Ino here).

Therefore, on your birthday (he sadly can't make it cause he's on a dangerous mission) he gives the gift to Nanami and asks him to give it to you at the get together you have for your special day.

Later that day, when everyone gives you their gifts Nanami hands you Ino's gift, telling you he is on a mission and is sad to miss it. You open the gift and it's something ridiculously expensive and valuable, like diamond earings or something. And everyone stares in awe while Yuji is just like "Damn, that must have cost a fortune." and Maki (who kinda knows Ino but doesn't want to admit it) "Yeah, looks like it. But remember that one time he was in love with a girl and bought her that stupidly expensive bracelet..?" And she doesn't realise what she said until you look at her with wide eyes and your jaw practically on the floor. Everyone's staring at Maki, you and then back at Maki.

"Did you-", you have to take a double take, "did you just say 'in love'?"

(I totally did not steal this from Friends, no I would never)

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

(i love this scene in friends and it translates to ino soooo well)

i love this so much. he's not there for the initial drop, so he doesn't get to see the way you slowly process the meaning behind the beautiful, gorgeous , expensive bracelet.

but god imagine him coming back from the mission all joyful and excited to wish you a happy birthday, and you're just instantly: "why didn't you tell me you were in love with me?"

ino: :o (gapes like a little fish)

he might try n run away at first ngl he's definitely overwhelmed by his feelings for you

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What do you think of Between Us?

Personally, I LOVE WinTeam with my whole heart. It's clear this is such an important project for BounPrem and their chemistry is ridiculous.

That being said...the last episode left me a little disappointed. I'm glad we got to see Team taking care of Win - and Win letting him. But with two episodes left, I'm a bit concerned about the pacing. I'm all for the realistic struggle giving all their trauma and uncertainty. But I would also like these special little cupcakes to have some time to be unequivocally in love and together.

Anyway, I'm interested in your thoughts.

I'm LOVING it! It's giving me everything I've been wanting from them! BounPrem's chemistry is so strong these days and it translate well on screen. They're both ridiculously talented and I think they have a much firmer and deeper understanding of Win and Team this time around than they did the first time they played them 2019. Prem and Boun are bringing out ALL the emotions of these fictional characters and it highlights their growth as acting partners.

As far as your disappointment for ep 10, I get it. The way the Kanchanaburi part was given to us in Between Us had majorly different vibes than it did in UWMA. I don't think the angst is going to be as heavy in ep 11 as everyone is assuming it's going to be. I don't think Win is going to ruin his chances of keeping Team to himself and he's not just going to let Team run out on him. I don't think he's going to let Team get too far thinking whatever they have is not something worth keeping.

If they're going to keep with the storyline from UWMA then we must remember that WinTeam enjoyed the trip after the "Be brave about it scene" so I think we should keep that in mind too.

With the pacing, I think it's going great actually. WinTeam have a really complex story interwoven with poor mental health and trauma and it's a story that can't be rushed and majority of their novel is them figuring out exactly who they are to each other and how co-dependent they are and how they take so much from each other to heal. The romance is slotted between all the angst and trauma like that on purpose.

They have a lot of highs and lows because it's hard for Win to be selfish with something he wants because he's afraid of how long he can hold onto it before it's ripped away so he doesn't want to say it, maybe he's a bit superstitious and he might feel that would keep them together longer.

Team is still actively blaming himself and not placing much importance in himself and therefore he feels he's not important to Win either, he needs to hear it to see it and Win needs to say it to mean it. I think we're going to get the breakthrough we're all waiting for in ep 11.

Now we might not get a ton of eps of them officially being boyfriends but you have to admit they have been behaving like boyfriends since the beginning so it's not like we were given NOTHING. We're given the tenderness and softness and sweetness and spice one would see in any relationship throughout the series.

Also I'm sure the two of them will continue to encounter similar problems even AFTER everything is established because their issues won't just go away because Win and Team finally vocalized how they feel about each other.

There's also always possibilities of a s2 (I doubt they'll cover Win going to get his Master's abroad in 2 eps) and the novel is still ongoing.

I think a solid rewatch of the Between Us special eps will be helpful once the series ends too since they're established in that.

Okay anon, this got really long but I am passionate about WinTeam lmao. This was a fun ask so I appreciate it.

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Hiiii, I was thinking about your ideas for a longer fic for poly Piarles.

So basically you go away for a couple of nights on a girls trip leaving Pierre and Charles at home, when you return Charles is so upset that you left for so long and is longing for your touch and he’s soooo hard.

The first couple of days obviously Pierre satisfied him but he was truly just missing your special ways and touches with him, so as the days go on he’s so hard but is getting so frustrated with Pierre trying to help him, he just wants his Mommy back. Pierre doesn’t inform you of this as he doesn’t want to ruin your holiday with your girls. So when you return your shocked to see Charles in such a state, he’s so hard and Pierre is trying his best to give him head but Charles just doesn’t want it from him saying he’s not doing it how you do it. Pierre is visibly soooo frustrated because no matter how hard he’s tried for the last 3 days he just can’t seem to satisfy Charles and settle him.

Also just imagining Charles and Pierre’s faces when you walk in, they both filled with absolute relief. So you take over from Pierre before Charles essentially bursts and starts giving him head, in the meantime Pierre decides to start having sex with you as he has also been so hard since you’re gone, him being a switch and all. But Charles is having none of it, telling Pierre to get off his Mommy, at this stage Pierre has had enough of his whining, (in fairness it’s all he’s heard the last 3 days) and is telling Charles he’s being bad, and Charles just keeps trying to push him away (proven to be a hard task as Charles in lying on his back on the bed, and Pierre is taking you from behind) you have to tell them both to be quite or you’ll leave them both high and dry. They both mumble an apology and you continue. ( you can elaborate from here, as I’m not that creative lol).

All in all it is ends in some much needed aftercare and cuddles with you in the middle, so both boys are beside you. You asked them what happened, thinking the worst that they had a fight or disagreement, and Pierre admits that Charles is just too horny for one person to handle and that he was too tired at times to satisfy Charles, Charles is turning so red at this and you all giggle at him, telling him it’s nothing to be embarrassed about that’s one of the many reasons you love him. Pierre also tells you, that you must have a magic spell over Charles because apparently he wasn’t giving head the way you do (maybe you have to show Pierre exactly how you do it)

And once again, we have an anon here who can do my job better than me holy fuck.

I think it would take a long time for you to decide to actually go on the holiday? Cause you really don’t want to leave your boys for that long.

But they both reassure you that they’ll be fine, that they’ll take care of each other and text you and send you pictures and they’ll be fine.

So you go.

But yeah, within a few days it becomes very clear that your poor little bunny isn’t having fun at all. At first Pierre can keep him satisfied, mostly by fucking him silly, but after a while that isn’t enough.

This is because there’s also a very strong non sexual domination component to your relationship with Charles? I think I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: Pierre is sometimes Charles’s Dom in the bedroom but is his boyfriend outside of that, but you are always his Dom. Even when not in a scene, you keep a certain level of domination over him, choosing what he wears, letting him kneel for you, sometimes hand feeding him, etc.

Charles doesn’t have that with Pierre. Pierre has tried before, but it never works. Pierre loves being there fir those moments, loves cuddling on the couch with you while Charles at your feet, but it’s always very clear that Charles is kneeling for you only, not for Pierre.

As a result of your absence, Charles starts to get even more insatiable. He doesn’t actually want sex, but it’s the only way Pierre doms him and so he’s not gonna stop asking because he needs someone to take control of him.

Soon, even the sex doesn’t feel good anymore.

Not for lack of trying of course. Pierre gives it his all, does everything he can to make it good for Charles. But it’s just.... it can’t be good because you aren’t there.

Your little bunny needs his mommy.

Pierre knows he has to call you when Charles stops asking for you by name and instead kinda just whimpers “mommy” against his chest.

When you get there, Pierre is once again trying to help charles and it’s not working.

But it’s okay. Because your home. Charles just starts crying, barely able to say “mommy” through his tears cause he’s just so relieved to have you home.

“Aw bunny,” you say softly, pulling him into a hug, “do you need me to make you feel better?”

Charles will nod so quickly, “need mommy,” he’ll mumble, grinding against you for a moment cause he’s so hard and so needy.

So yeah, you take over from Pierre. Which is when Pierre starts to have sex with you. He eats you out first, because he’s a good boy, and then he gets to fuck you.

Normally, Charles has no problem with this. It’s a position you’ve done many times.

But this time, Charles whines and tries to push Pierre off, because he wants his mommy!!! Not Pierre!! Pierre can’t be involved here.

While of course Charles’s behaviour isn’t okay and you would have punished him for it, the way pierre reacts, swearing ans telling Charles to shut it, isn’t okay either. Pierre should have known that Charles was clearly in a very sensitive headspace and yeah you get that by this point, they’re both a little sick of each other but that’s no excuse for Pierre to make Charles’s happy tears turn to sad tears.

I do think the best way to handle that would be to make Pierre wait in another room. As much as you wish there was another option, Charles is just too sensitive and Pierre too angry for them to be in the same room. And you know that some time to clear his head will make Pierre see what he did was wrong.

So you focus on Charles again, making him cum twice and then letting him nuzzle against your chest. He’s only cuddled for you like 30 seconds before he’s asking where Pierre is, asking is Pierre can join them.

Because even though they just fought, your little bunny loves BOTH of his doms. So much. He needs both.

Pierre comes back with his tail between his legs, apologising softly and cuddling behind Charles.

A little later, Pierre will tell you that part of why he acted that way was because he needed to submit too? He had been domming Charles for so long, and failing every time, and he just... you came home but you only started domming Charles but he needed you just as much.

You give him a kiss, apologising for not realising and then he gets a painplay scene all on his own.

[tatarthekaiju-blog]

Heimdall had always been a bit different from the other young men in his village. While they were out hunting or working on their farms, he could often be found inside, helping his mother with the cleaning and cooking. He had a natural talent for it, and he took pride in making their home as comfortable and tidy as possible.

As he grew older, Heimdall realized that his skills could be put to use outside of his own home. He decided to become a maid, something that was considered unusual for a man in their village. But he was determined to make a living doing what he loved, even if it meant going against tradition.

He found work in a nearby town, working for a wealthy man named Kratos. Kratos was a stern and serious man, but he could appreciate the hard work that Heimdall put into his job. He was impressed by Heimdall's attention to detail and his dedication to making sure everything was perfect.

As the days went by, Heimdall found himself becoming more and more infatuated with his master. He couldn't help but be drawn to Kratos' strength and composure, even if he was a bit intimidating at times.

He tried to push his feelings aside, knowing that it was unwise to fall in love with someone who was so far above him in station. But as much as he tried to resist, his feelings for Kratos only grew stronger with each passing day.

One day, Kratos caught Heimdall staring at him for a little too long. He raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. 'Is there something on your mind, Heimdall?' he asked.

Heimdall's face turned red, and he quickly looked away. 'N-no, sir. I was just... admiring your... uh, your axe,' he stammered.

Kratos chuckled. 'My axe? I see. It is indeed a fine piece of craftsmanship. But I think there may be something else on your mind, Heimdall. You can tell me, this I assure you.'

For a moment, Heimdall hesitated. But then he took a deep breath and looked up at Kratos, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and longing. 'I... I think I may be in love with you, sir,' he whispered.

Kratos' expression softened, and he reached out to touch Heimdall's cheek. 'Is that so?' he said softly. 'I must admit that I have been... curious about you, Heimdall. There's something special about you, something that sets you apart from the other maids I've employed over the years.'

Heimdall's heart leapt at the words, and he couldn't help but lean into Kratos' touch. 'Really?' he breathed.

Kratos nodded. 'Really. And I think... I think I may be falling in love with you as well, Heimdall. But we must be careful, you understand? Our positions make things complicated.'

Heimdall nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to do whatever it took to be with Kratos.

Over the coming weeks and months, Heimdall and Kratos continued to grow closer. They stole moments together whenever they could, sharing secret glances and kisses when no one else was around. It wasn't easy, but they were both willing to risk everything for the chance to be together.

In the end, their love proved too strong to be denied. They left Kratos' estate together, setting out on a journey to find a new life together.

I don't know who you are but let me tell this to you anon. I like this. I like this Idea. Love between different social positions in society always got me.

[djino04]

Hello again! ☃️

I hope you’re able to get some rest this weekend! ❤️

I have to admit I’m absolutely in favour of Andreas starting a snowball fight while Saul is teaching, and why not Saul using this as a good lesson on the importance of strategy. Saul for the win! 

I’m still at the stage of brainstorming ideas for your gift, and I had two new questions I’d love for you to answer. Probably the easy one first: would you want Saul and Andreas to be together from the beginning of the fic or do you want to see some evolution in their relationship? Perhaps you don’t have a preference, in which case it’s completely fine! 

My second question is about fic tropes or styles (like 4 times X didn’t do Y and one time he did…). Are there tropes in fics that you dislike? I’d love to know what your pet peeves are to be sure I stay far far faaaaar away from something that you wouldn’t enjoy! 

So these are my questions regarding your gift! Now, a question out of pure curiosity, what made you love Saul and Andreas as a pairing? What do you love about them? I’d absolutely love to know what makes this ship special for you✨

Take care, Your anon who’s become a complete fan of this emoji ☃️ after send you the previous asks (can you blame me when this is such a cute snowman?) 

Hi my anon ☃️,

Yes, it's good to be away for the weekend, I hope yours is going well.

As for your first answer, I don't really care, the only thing is that it ends with Saundreas. So it's up to you to decide what you want to write about it :)

For your second question, the only style I can think is poetry or something like that. Or songfics (even though I wrote some at one time, I wanted to write one even though I don't like reading them, look for the mistake). But otherwise, I don't have any worries about the ideas you've set out and I can't think of any others I'd have a problem with.

I discovered Saundreas thanks to the superb @penflicks and that's really what made me love this couple. Otherwise, I'll give you lots of reasons in no particular order, depending on how they come to me. I love the complexity of their relationship, the fact that Saul had to kill his lover, raise Andreas's son (so Andreas had an affair with someone else at some point), and that Andreas finally reappeared after 16 years. I love the fact that Rosalind forces them to work together again (even if, unfortunately, we don't see it in the series). I love the fact that Andreas is clearly still obsessed with Saul, otherwise he wouldn't have smashed Sebastian's head against the glass. And Saul has always been obsessed with Andreas, otherwise he wouldn't have built a museum about him in Sky's bedroom. I love that Andreas could have killed Saul with the arrows in the forest (because yes, presumably he knows better aim than that) and that he clearly helped him escape otherwise he would have come with real soldiers and not fallen into the obvious fairy traps. I love the fact that Saul raises Sky by portraying Andreas as a hero, but in the end Sky is more like Saul than Andreas (except for the emotional management part). I love the fact that Andreas sacrificed himself to save Saul at the end.

Sorry about all that, I must have bored you with it. But it's the first time I've thought about why I like this couple and it's a very interesting exercise to do

Take care, and I'm also fan of ☃️:)

[blog-of-hubris]

Hi there! So my ask might be a tad off basis but i just wanted to know your thoughts on Gojo's relationship dynamic with characters such as Shoko, Nanami, Ijichi and Utahime?

I know alot of people even ship him with some of these characters and that's fine too! But for me realistically looking at thing i don't think he would have been the ideal person for any of them. Not that he doesn't care about them, it's just not something he himself would be open about. I guess romance really was off charts for him, cept maybe that unique relationship he had with Geto, but even that is too complex and special to be put into a lovers category. What do you think? Sorry if this is loaded!

Hey Anon,

Thanks for the question! It is definitely loaded (but I like that). I am not sure how to answer your question 100%, but I assume you are asking how I feel about Gojo's connection to the characters you listed and its execution.

Tbh, Nanami and Shoko are probably the only people on this list that I have actually thought about Gojo's connection to. I will say, each of these characters you listed are connected to Gojo's time as a student. They have a unique perspective on him as a person vs. him as a jujutsu sorcerer.

To make this easier for you to read, I'll give each character a little section to discuss.

Shoko

For Shoko, I think this dynamic is obvious given the Hidden Inventory arc, but I think it is extremely overlooked by the fans. She is looked at as the useless third with Geto and Gojo by some people, but I don't see it that way. Shoko feels like a bridge and a clear mind to me. I use the moment with Geto after he killed his parents as an example. She completely read through Geto's motives and feelings. She was somewhat condescending in her response to him, because she is a character whose mind sees things from a “clear” perspective.

For Gojo, this provides him with someone he can be sentimental with, but also someone he can confide in due to her being the third in their class. Shoko truly knows Gojo, the Gojo that didn't feel separated from humanity. She had first-hand experience watching him become “the strongest”, and she also seemed like one of the few people who could truly understand his ideals. (The “Dream” Gojo told her about).

Nanami

Nanami and Gojo's dynamic is interesting to me because of their attitudes towards each other. As we know, Nanami had a hard time respecting Gojo, and we know now it's because of how selfish Gojo was with jujutsu. I love this. The thing that makes these two awesome for me is how Gojo knows that Nanami is a responsible person and trusts him. He is another person who knew Gojo when he was young, but he left the jujutsu world for some time. When he decided to come back, he called Gojo. I'm sure Nanami has principle Yaga's number, so why call Gojo?

I think this goes to show that Nanami knew in his soul that Gojo is a good person, no matter how strong his ego is. Nanami knows things have to change in the jujutsu world, but he respects rules. Gojo will trample on those rules if he needs to. I think Nanami does respect this, because there needs to be people in the world who push the boundaries. Gojo did this perfectly, hence their ability to get along.

Ijichi

I don't have too much to say on Ijichi. He's a side character that adds some flavor to the overall system of Jujutsu to me. As a manager, seeing his perspective on their side of the battlefield is nice, but I think his connection to Gojo is just being someone he knows he can trust. It is truly that simple. As another person who knew Gojo from his student days, I think Ijichi is just someone who fits Gojo's comfort zone. I

(I must admit, I love that Gojo having trust in Ijichi was something that made Ijichi more confident in himself)

Utahime

I'm gonna be honest here.. I shipped Utahime and Gojo because I found their dynamic cute. She clearly dislikes him, but I feel like they are very similar when it comes to their students. They care a lot. I personally don't see any deep dynamic between the two of them, but I could see there being some teasing from Gojo to Utahime. Gojo seems like the type to never say how he truly feels, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was willing to be in a romantic relationship with her, but I digress, lol.

I think Utahime is simply a role player, like most of the JJK cast. She is a cog in the story, being a character who knew past Gojo and, like Ijichi, falls into his comfort zone. You could even add Mei Mei and Yaga to this list, of course with Yaga there is more to discuss as Gojo's sensei.

Overall,

Each of these characters represent a perspective on Gojo's life, and he respects them. He may have felt that they didn't truly understand him once he became the strongest, but they were there for him in his adolescence, so he could never dismiss them.

I hope I answered your ask properly!! If not, let me know and I can clarify!