Don't know what Disney movie pocahontas was thinking but I'll gladly take him💞😌💍

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Don't know what Disney movie pocahontas was thinking but I'll gladly take him💞😌💍
Self explained 😏💞
I think I achieved a new obsession with this video😔✊️
If I were to have any type of relationship problems with this man. Don't. Save. Me.😌💅
He was the only character on the first chapter I wanted 😌💅
Older bf Toji catching Megumi staring at your ass (Sorry, idk what to write about😔)
Toji likes to think he’s a pretty chill guy. Especially when it came to his kid—he didn’t nag, didn’t hover, and gave lots of space, didn’t ask Megumi how school was unless Megumi cornered him first. But even Toji had limits.
Like, for example, when his own son was caught eyeing his girl like he was about to risk getting grounded and knocked out just to admire some bare thighs.
It started when you bent over in front of them to grab something off the coffee table. A completely normal, innocent thing. You were just picking up your phone.
But Megumi—sitting on the couch next to Toji, supposedly watching whatever boring-ass documentary he’d put on to seem smart—snapped his head so fast, Toji could’ve sworn he heard a crack.
Toji blinked.
Megumi’s eyes were locked on your ass like it was a final boss fight. He stared like he was trying to memorize every curve, every swell as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. His gaze lingered way too long, too openly like he wasn’t even trying to hide how much he was checking you out.
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Just a random day of me simping... again ☺️🫶
How They Flirt With You {Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir}
These characters are part of a request - honestly, I should had written them earlier but better now than never!
⇢ ˗ˏˋThranduil
Flirting, to Thranduil, is not some casual amusement. It is warfare in silk and gold. He doesn’t pursue. He doesn’t woo. He reigns, and waits for you to falter first.
His presence is overwhelming. All poise and control, the kind that dares you to come closer even as it warns you not to.
He doesn’t lower himself to ask if you’re drawn to him. He knows you are. You wouldn’t dare approach otherwise.
“You’ve been watching me. Tell me — was it awe or envy that froze you in place?”
He speaks like frost biting the edge of a blade — cold, gleaming, beautiful. Every word is chosen. Every pause calculated. And you can feel it: he is testing you.
Thranduil’s compliments are puzzles — double-edged, laced with both flattery and warning.
He praises your mind, but questions your intent.
He notes your beauty, but wonders how long it will last.
He enjoys your presence, but reminds you how easily he could dismiss it.
“You are… intriguing. Like a flame in a glass vessel—delicate, flickering, easy to extinguish.”
His words stay with you long after he’s gone. You’ll lie awake, wondering — was that affection… or a warning?
He doesn’t need to touch you to seduce you. He simply exists near you and that is enough to set your skin aflame.
He walks past so close your sleeve brushes his but he does not glance your way.
He leans near to speak and you catch the cool scent of something ancient, something wild but he pulls back before your breath steadies.
His fingers pause near yours — not quite touching — and then withdraw with maddening restraint.
“You flinch so easily. And yet… I haven’t even begun.”
You ache for his touch. He lets you ache.
Thranduil flirts by giving you nothing. And in that nothing, you crave everything.
He answers questions with questions.
He leaves you suspended between offense and flattery.
He silences you with a single, steady gaze and the unbearable knowledge that he knows what you were about to say.
“You think I am toying with you. How strange. I was merely watching how long it would take before you broke the silence.”
Even when he says nothing, he’s winning. You speak to fill the space and he watches, amused, listening for the cracks.
If you earn something real — his interest, his time, his trust — his demeanor shifts so slightly that only the most observant would notice.
His wit still bites, but there’s a shadow of softness in it now.
He does not smile but his voice lowers, as if the words are only for you.
He lingers longer than he must. His silences stretch not with condescension, but contemplation.
“I do not often stay where I am not needed. Yet here I am. Still. Curious, isn’t it?”
And in that stillness, he gives you the closest thing to a confession Thranduil will ever offer.
How they know? 🤨😳
Girlies ya'll won't believe what I found on pinterest☺️
I should've been the second wife🤭
Please tell me I'm not the only one 🤨
Lemme bless your eyes
Takes a moment (I know..)
Stories got me kicking my feet (Don't judge)
Yes God! Yes God! 😩
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Credits to the owner of these cause now I'm in a chokehold 😄
(And hello to one of these creators if one of them sees this🤚)
Girlies never mind he's not a red flag he's a black flag (I've been blinded)