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actual-changeling · 8 months

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this one is thanks to a post by @thegroovyfool because she is very much correct - we do not talk about aziraphale's "i need you" enough.

so once again, with a deep breath and a sigh, welcome back to alex's unhinged meta corner, where i tear apart the confession scene frame by frame. i'm gonna say, watching this particular clip over and over and focusing on aziraphale's face almost took me out.

let's get into it.

first, how about a little look at our starting point. (any blurry screencaps are due to a LOT of movement on michael's part rip)

crowley is very pointedly facing away from him, he turned after aziraphale said "we can be together - angels!", presumably because being offered exactly what he wants in the one way he cannot have it fried his brain, cause besties it surely fried mine.

aziraphale on the other hand looks openly desperate, which is why he says "i need you." more on that later. let's have a look at how he says it, because michael "microexpressions" sheen is putting in the work.

to me, he seems close to tears, his eyes are glistening in that specific "i'm about to cry my eyes out" way i know from looking in the mirror while crying

he is trying to get crowley to listen to him and to turn around. he wants crowley to face him, which is something most people tend to want during an argument. talking to someone who is not looking at you tends to make someone frustrated and like they're not hearing you/do not care about what you have to say.

aziraphale looks close to despair, his i need you is a plea to crowley to come with him. he is opening himself up not just emotionally but physically, too.

he slightly leans forward, his arms are raised and seem to both slightly grasp for crowley and point towards his chest/heart for emphasis. the pure pain visible on his face knocks the air out of me every single time i look at it.

aziraphale is admitting to needing him, something he has never done before, hell, he has told him the exact opposite on numerous occasions. i don't need you. and while they both knew it was a) a lie and b) a way for him to deal with his conflicting emotional standpoints and cognitive dissonance, it still hurt crowley every. single time.

crowley was there for him no matter what, he knows aziraphale needs him but he came back and remained at his side even when he was pushed away and more or less openly insulted. he endured it all.

aziraphale saying i need you now is pretty much a slap in the face but also what crowley needs to hear. as with everything that happens during the entire conversation, the timing is fucked up and they're talking past each other.

in my opinion, that is why crowley does not react.

only when aziraphale turns spiteful and starts questioning his understanding (aka calling him stupid without outright saying it) does he re-enter the conversation.

aziraphale, however, is upset. now, i will put on my tinhat for just a second and turn up the insanity because there are two more things i want to talk about.

first, the little stutter at the beginning.

"i ngk - i need you."

my question is - why? why does he stumble over these words in particular when it does not happen with any other sentence? the only other time is right after crowley walks away with his "good luck", he stumbles over crowley's name.

so, in short, it happens when he is either caught off-guard or saying something incredible emotional.

and this, everyone, is where i go unhinged in my interpretation.

what if he initially did not want to say "i need you?" what if he was so caught up in getting crowley to stay/come with him that he did not think and almost confessed another three word sentence?

what if he was about to say "i love you" but stopped himself because no, that's too direct, they don't do that, they can't do that. it goes against EVERYTHING they have silently build over the last six thousand years. so he chokes on it. he chokes on it and instead he says "i need you" because it means the same thing.

i need you. don't leave me. come with me. be an us. go off together.

i forgive you. i love you.

they say it over and over again because that's the only way they can say it.

that is why aziraphale is so angry and upset after saying it. he told crowley he loves him, he needs him, and all he got in return was silence.

the funny part is that this code may have worked before, but it no longer does. crowley is too hurt to listen to what aziraphale is trying to tell him, and aziraphale is equally as hurt and also not listening anymore.

the funny part is that it stopped being about love and started being about sides again. my side, your side, our side. choose a side, choose our side, choose me.

the funny part is that beelzebub and gabriel told them what they need to do, i found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #ineffable divorce #this was spontaneous i saw the post and my brain went i need to do this right now #so i did #anyway if u disagree with my conclusions thats fine i disagree with my own theories often enough #otherwise fandom wouldnt be any fun

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cupidhoons · 4 months

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SUMMARY Yang Jungwon was confusing you. He left you questioning if he did like you or if you were another girl to toy with. PAIRING popular ! jungwon x fem ! reader GENRE oneshot & highschool! au, kinda s2l, fluff, angst (slight) romance WARNINGS jungwon sends the reader mixed signals, Y/n gets followed in the beginning, grammar/spelling errors, kissing, lmk if there's more!

HE WAS BEING INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT. He's giving you mixed signals, leaving you to wonder if he really liked you or not. Now, you were pretty sure that you got yourself into a situationship with the popular guy. You didn't know what to think and feel with him. Part of you was deeply infuriated with Jungwon and another part of you said he was an idiot and you shouldn't like him because of the way he acted. You could ask anyone in school and ask what they first thought about him and the first thought that comes to mind would be heartthrob.

His looks and cute persona from time to time made girls swoon all over him. He's soft and loving, yet confusing and difficult. That would be the perfect way to describe Jungwon. You didn't exactly know if he was playing with you or if he genuinely had a crush on you.

The way you met was...interesting. Not awkward, but more of a life or death situation. Walking alone at night was not your greatest move, but you did it anyway, because having a late night snack mattered much more. You should have stayed at home, but at the moment, getting a snack from the nearby convenience store was a strong urge.

That was when you met him. You bought your snack and left when you were finished paying. But thankfully, you didn't leave the store alone.

"Hey baby, didn't I tell you to wait till morning to get your snacks?" You felt someone's hand on your waist and pulling you towards their body. The person made you wrap your arm around him and lean on him while he whispered. "There's two guys following you Y/n. You shouldn't be here all alone, you could get hurt." You froze a bit. "Who the fuck are you?" One of the men from behind spoke. "Hey pretty, is this your boyfriend?" The stranger made you turn to him and gasped when you realized it was Jungwon.

"Yes, she does have a boyfriend, and it's me. Can you not tell?" Jungwon says, turning to the guy behind you two. You bit your lip as he leaned down. "I'm so sorry for this." You could feel him breathe out on your lips and tilt your head up to softly kiss you. What is happening you thought.

"Quit following her you creep. You don't have a chance, she's mine." Honestly, you couldn't lie to yourself that he didn't make your heart flip at that moment. You Knew you should have pulled away. But, he was so enticing and made you feel a certain way and you didn't want to let go. You tugged on his shirt to tell him to stop, and he did. Gentleman much. When you looked back, the two men were gone. You let out a sigh of relief. If Jungwon wasn't there, who knows what would've happened to you. What a stupid move Y/n.

"Thank you. You don't have to walk me home or anything. I'm fine." Jungwon chuckled. "I'm staying with you. Gotta make sure my girlfriend is safe." You pushed him and shook your head. "Oh my god-don't joke like that." He laughed as you rolled your eyes. "How do you even know my name?"

"I've seen you around campus. I asked my friend who you were and I recognized you back in the convenience store. Thankfully I remembered your name."

You felt yourself grow hot and looked away to fan yourself. Yang Jungwon knew your name?

THE NEXT DAY he sat next to you in class with a grin on his face. You side-eyed him a bit when he put his head in the palm of his hand on his desk and turned his head to face you. The sun behind him didn't make this scene any better, your heart was racing.

Everyone was already confused and turned quiet when they say Jungwon with you, because this was the first he had done something for a girl.

"Y/n, do you want to go on a date with me as my girlfriend?" He had a sly smile on his face. You looked at him with wide eyes as everyone started to gasp and talk quietly. "Jungwon, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, I figured because I became your boyfriend last night, I thought you could come help me with a favor." You shrugged and nodded. "Sure."

"I've been trying to escape these girls that have been trying to get with me. Can you act like we are together for a while?"

It was as if you had no self-control when he asked you that, because later that day you found yourself holding his hand in the halls. And the day after, and the following weeks.

He was everything you wanted in a man. He enjoyed hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair and looked at you with doe eyes. He'd nuzzle his head in your neck and fall asleep in your grasp until you had to wake him up to go home. He was dreamy in a way that made you feel electricity with every touch.

"HOW DOES ONE FALL IN LOVE? IS THERE A FORMULA?" He put his head on the surface of the table and looked up at you as you read a book.

"I'm pretty sure there is. Why?"

"I want to try it with you."

You choked on your saliva as you fanned your face, cheeks burning up and you were pretty sure that you were red as a tomato.

"What?!"

He ignored what you said and made you look at him. "I think the formula of love consists of physical touch and sweet nothings."

"You do that already."

"You can just say that you're in love with me. I know you like it when I do these types of things." You laughed at his cockiness before jungwon pulled you into his lap and set his head in your neck. "I won't mind if you say you like me y'know."

"I don't want to."

"But, I know you do."

"Then don't try to get it out of me." You raised yourself up and stared at him.

"Then, I'll say it. I like you. It's safe to say that my standards for girls have skyrocketed ever since I began to spend time with you. Now, it's your turn to say you love me." You smiled. "...Sure." You put your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. Tilting his head up, you giggled when he began to chase your lips, knowing that you were doing this to tease him.

And now, your second kiss with him happened. This time, it held more meaning than the first, and it made you feel more butterflies than before. He held you close as you straddled his lap, making him groan. He smiled as you pulled away from his lips. "If that is your way of saying that you liked me, do it more often."

THEN IT WAS WEIRD. Admitting your feelings for one another made the situation different now. He pulled away from you slowly. You sighed as you looked at him sitting across from you on the other side of the table of the cafe.

"You wanna go get something to eat after school?"

"I can't"

"A date?"

"Don't know."

He was everything you never wanted now. A total switch. Did you do something wrong? Not like you recalled anything. He was so sweet. But now? He was being totally dry and cold. It was like this for a full week.

"Are we together?"

"I think so." That wasn't a clear answer, so you decided that it was a 'No.'

His phone went off and he answered it. It was a girl's name and he smiled before answering. You looked at him with a bored face. When he was done with the call, he said a flirty line and hung up.

"You could have told me that you were done with me instead of keeping me around."

"It's not about you."

"I'll put up with you because I really like you and I don't take shit from anyone. You really are being an asshole right now and I don't like it." You stood up to leave as Jungwon got up and walked alongside you.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Maybe you were lying when you said you like me. I like you, and you're playing it off like a joke. You're so dry with your answers and it's frustrating! You make me mad." You shook your head. You were thankful that you lived nearby the campus, so it was easy to get to your apartment without much hustle. Jungwon followed you up the stairs while you gave him the silent treatment.

"Y/n...you don't even know the full story."

"You are all I ever wanted in a guy and now you're switching up. Being so annoyingly dry and replying with an 'I think so' when I asked if we were together? How stupid."

You closed the door as soon as Jungwon got inside. You lean on the door as he paces back and forth. "You are so good with words and physical affection and as soon as it gets real, you pretend that it's not-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. He put his hand behind your neck and the other was firmly on your waist while you were blushing like crazy.

"It is real. I'm being true to what I feel for you. Please don't think I'm a liar. It's just that I don't want you to get annoyed or bothered by me. I want you to be someone that is always around and loving me. He spoke in a low tone, his body weight on you. You sighed as Jungwon put his arms around you and took and deep breath.

"I'm so soft for you. I'm usually straightforward, but this time you made me flustered. That's new. For a moment I thought I lost you." He puts his head on your shoulder and melts into you

"You did, Jungwon. Don't let me down and give you a chance just for you to take it for granted." You felt yourself slowly give into his grasp. He chuckled and kissed your cheek like always. He was gentle and soothing, and dry and boring other times. You loved him around, you needed him around. And he loved you in his own fashion.

END.

NOTE hii! if you made it to the end then i hope you enjoyed! please like & reblog cuz that'll help a ton! i'm new to enhablr so i apologize for any grammar mistakes and such. thank you for reading ^^

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brigdh · 7 months

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I want to talk about Izzy's rant to Ed in episode 10, the one that brings out the Kraken. I've seen a lot of different descriptions of what is going on in this scene – death threat, homophobic slurs, etc – and I don't think either of those are what's actually what's happening.

Let's look at it closely, line by line, and the way Ed reacts, from the very beginning of the scene.

Ed: Well, feels nice to tidy up a little. Can't believe I was living like this. Can you, Iz? Izzy? Izzy: I'm going to speak plainly. Ed: Wonderful. You know we share our thoughts on this ship.

Izzy, cont: This, whatever it is that you've become... is a fate worse than death.

Okay. So there we've got what some have interpreted as a death threat. But does Ed seem threatened? He's startled, certainly, put on his back foot – literally – but he doesn't look afraid or alarmed to me. He draws in a slow breath, assessing the situation, but overall seems more confused than frightened.

In fact he laughs it off with his next line:

Izzy then escalates the level of aggression in the conversation:

But Ed, again, looks more confused than anything. Check out that furrowed brow, that head tilt! This is a man going "what is your deal?", not a man thinking "uh-oh, you might kill me!".

Extremely noticeably, even when Izzy storms right up into his face, Ed holds steady. He doesn't run, doesn't lean back, doesn't hunch his shoulders or drop eye contact – there is no vulnerability or defensiveness in Ed's body language at all. Ed is in supreme control of this confrontation – look at the slow way he deigns to turn back to the paper Izzy's holding! As though he's making the point that he chooses when to turn, not Izzy:

Then we have the "homophobic slur". But watch closely:

Ed does not react to "namby-pamby", "silk gown", or "pining" at all. He doesn't even blink. He barely seems like he's hearing Izzy. His entire attention is on the picture.

Ed's body language and behavior changes at one word and one word only, and that is "boyfriend". As soon as Izzy says it, Ed's furious:

(It's even easier to notice when you actually watch the scene instead of using gifs, because Izzy really draws out 'piiiiiiining', putting a lot of time between the first half of the sentence and 'boyfriend'.)

Why is the use of the word 'boyfriend' so important?

Well, what has Ed been doing all episode? He's been crying in a blanket fort and singing sad songs, yes, but he's been keeping a careful level of mystique about why he's doing it. Ed often uses distanced circumlocutions instead of directly acknowledging his emotions, but he's doing it in this episode even more so than usual:

Here are the lyrics to his song:

(Version one, with Lucius) Hanging on By a thread Hanging on Shouldn't let go If I let go, all will fall Fingers bleeding down to the bone now Can't let go Nothing makes sense Hold on Hold on Hold... on

(Version two, performed for the whole crew) Just let go Make yourself let go Make it go away Away, away today Life's a hard sad death And then you're Deaaad

Notice something? There is no mention of Stede, or love, or break-ups, or abandonments, or relationships in general. All Ed discusses is a vague life-sucks attitude, which could apply to basically anyone under any circumstances. He seems pretty okay with people knowing that Blackbeard is having some sort of weird emotional breakdown as long as he convinces himself that no one knows it's specifically from having his heart broken

This is true of everything Ed says and does for this entire episode. He never once even mentions Stede's name, unless "Farewell, Bonnet's playthings" at the very end counts. The only thing Ed openly admits to feeling bad about is a fictional character who's having a hard time "holding on" (holding on to what? he never says). There are no allusions to heartbreak or romance anywhere in his dialogue.

Now, Ed's not stupid. I'm sure he knows Izzy and Lucius and the rest of the crew can connect the dots and realize that something bad happened with Stede, even if Ed doesn't fill them in on the details. But Ed is also traumatized, and has a whole host of coping mechanisms set up to help him avoiding thinking about things that he doesn't want to think about. If he's not a murderer because "technically the fire killed those guys", then no one knows he's heartbroken because technically he hasn't acknowledged it.

Until Izzy says the word 'boyfriend'. Suddenly the secret is out, and Ed can't handle it. Izzy knows his weakness. That's why this word effects Ed more than anything else Izzy says in the whole scene.

At the end of the confrontation, he hears the crew calling for another song. Look at Ed here. He looks as haunted, as disturbed, in this moment as he does at any point in Izzy's rant.

This is an important part of the scene, not just a closing note. Because if Izzy (the Caribbean's most emotionally constipated man) can see through him, obviously the whole crew can too.

Obviously Lucius – who advised Ed on his and Stede's relationship, who played along with Ed's 'fictional character' claim, who wrote down Ed's lyrics – can do so most of all.

There's a direct emotional logic to Ed killing Lucius because he had a fight with Izzy, and it doesn't involve Ed having been threatened or hate crime'd at all. Ed doesn't deal well with his own feelings (from Stede), so he chooses to become Blackbeard/the Kraken and gets rid of all the witnesses who saw otherwise.

#meta #our flag means death #I've been thinking about writing this up for a while but finally got motivated to finish it before S2

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feirceangel · 8 months

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Imagine | Rest (Zoro x Reader)

Imagine falling asleep at Zoro’s side.

Word Count: 783

(Gif is not mine!)

The Going Merry rocks gently back and forth as the sun shines upon Luffy and his crew.

As usual, the captain stares out at the path before them, seated at the bow. Usopp is experimenting with new pellets to use in battle, while Nami is sunbathing as Sanji makes her a fancy drink.

Zoro is resting against a coil of rope, eyes closed. His chest rises and falls evenly, his arms behind his back.

And you are searching for a spot to sit and read your book.

Sure, there are plenty of places to sit and relax, but there is only place that you really want to rest. And that is by Zoro's side.

It's not exactly uncommon knowledge that you like Zoro. Everyone on the Going Merry knows it. And yet, you try to ignore it for the most part.

It's near impossible to ignore though. Especially when he smiles that certain way or when his eyes meet yours.

Even thinking about it makes you blush.

Gathering up courage, you walk over to where he lays, "Mind if I sit here?"

His eyes open slightly, "Sit wherever."

Taking that as a yes, you slump to the floor beside him and open your book, beginning to read at once.

Zoro peeks at you from the corner of his eye, smirking slightly as you completely focus on the pages in front of you.

He's known about your crush for a while, since you're not exactly good at hiding it.

Sure, everyone but Luffy figured it out before him, but he realized it soon enough.

The way your eyes lingered on his form when he passed by, the blush that would form as he got too close to you: these all helped him recognize your emotions.

He closes his eyes again, content to feel the swaying of the boat beneath him as it takes them on a grand adventure.

As the hours pass by, the warmth from the sun begins to lull you into slumber, your book dropping in your hands.

Your head falls towards Zoro's shoulder, establishing a place on his chest.

Out of instinct, his arm encompasses you, securing you against him. His eyes widen as you snuggle into his embrace, arm moving to wrap around him.

Your hand lets the book drop to the floor as it instead clutches Zoro's shirt.

His heart hammers in his chest so hard that he fears it'll wake you.

It doesn't, and he simply leans back as he realizes you won't be moving anytime soon. Truth be told, he loves the feeling of you cocooned against his bosom, safe under his protective gaze.

He can't think of anything more sweet than you sprawled over him.

You fidget a bit, slinging a leg over his, bringing out an intense blush from Zoro.

Is he dreaming? This feels like a dream.

Sanji walks past, stopping in his tracks to gape at the scene before him. Tears spring to his eyes as what he's seeing registers.

"Y/n-chan, why him?!?!"

Zoro's eyes open in a flash and he shoots the cook a fierce glare.

"Shut up, stupid love cook! Don't wake her!" He whisper-yells.

The blond glowers at Zoro before muttering and walking away.

The green haired male returns his gaze to your peaceful expression, smirking as you nuzzle your cheek against him.

Something's on your head.

That's the first thing you comprehend when you awaken.

A large warm hand is resting on your soft hair, your head pressed against a moving object. A ripped chest to be more specific. Another arm is reaching across your torso, securing you in place.

Peeling your eyes open, you find yourself staring up at Zoro's very close face.

Aware of his nearness, your face flushed and your breath hitches.

He's right there.

You're literally on top of him.

Impulsively, you try to move away from him, but his grip on you tightens.

"Where are you going?"

His voice sounds like it usually does: indifferent. But, his eyes twinkle with a sort of mischief.

"I, uh, didn't mean to fall asleep on you!" You quickly defend yourself, "It was an accident!"

"Don't worry about it, I'm not complaining."

"Wha?" Your blush returns full-force. "You... didn't mind?"

"I don't mind, so stop squirming."

It takes you a full minute to understand what he said.

He wants you to stay near him.

You can't stop the smile from spreading across your face as you rebury your face.

"Zoro, I really like you."

"I know."

You hold your breath as you wait for him to continue.

"I-"

If you had been looking, you'd notice the giant blush overcoming him.

"I like you too."

#female reader #reader insert #imagine #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece reader insert #x reader #one piece #op #op x reader #roronoa zoro

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yukisgf555 · 1 year

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Best Friend Ran

warnings: NSFW!! jealousy, fingering, degrading, creampie, masturbation, vouyerism

side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮‍💨

Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.

He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!

Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?

“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always

“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.

Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.

“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”

“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”

“okay, swing by at 7”

You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said

“Did you?” Ran asked

“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels

“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said

“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.

“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.

“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”

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The doorbell rings.

“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door

“Oh hi y/n”

“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.

“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.

You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.

“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.

“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes

“Yeah sure lets go” you say.

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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.

“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.

“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.

Oh.

He’s hard.

“I said, did you like that?”

“y-yes.” You turned to him.

Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.

“ tell me if you want me to stop”

“n-no keep going.”

Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.

“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.

He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.

“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”

He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.

“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.

You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.

Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.

“Ran it’s too big” you whine

“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.

“Ran, f-faster” you moan

Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.

“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.

“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.

“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.

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How could Rindou not hear that?

He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.

Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.

But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.

for my babe @rannovia !!!!!!!!!

#ran smut #ran haitani smut #haitani ran smut #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #rindou smut #haitani rindou x reader #tokyorev smut #tr smut #haitani brothers #ran haitani x y/n #bonten trio #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #haitani smut

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runningthroughthegarden · 1 year

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love in the moonlight

summary: filming on the set of scream vi was all fun and games. until you started falling head over heels for your best friend. confessing your love in the moonlight was not at all what you expected to be doing.

word count: 1.2k fluff!!

"ugh i don't know what to do!!" you whine, falling back on the sofa in the makeup trailer.

"hey you already know what im going to suggest" jenna giggles as the makeup artist does some final touches.

"i can't just walk up to him and be all like 'oh by the way im like super in love with you' " you explain.

"no that's exactly what you need to do!" jenna pleads. she walks over to you, flopping down beside you.

"but what if i tell him and ruin the whole friendship thing" you whisper, turning your head to meet jenna's eyes.

"oh my god. have you seen the way he looks at you?? that man is in love. i guarantee it."

you look away from her, staring back up at the ceiling wondering how you got into this situation.

wrapping up your final scene for the day you head back to your trailer. not much to your surprise jack is already outside waiting for you. he;s leaning against the side of the trailer as his skin glows from the moonlight. you can't help but stare for a moment to take him all in.

"hey pretty girl! all done?" he asks, a smiling spreading across his face at the sight of you.

"mhm im so tired" you respond opening the door to your trailer. while also hiding the blush on your face from the nickname.

"you wanna get changed and go back to my place?" jack asks.

"yeah ofc! just give me a couple minutes!"

soon after you open your trailer back up making sure to turn everything off. putting your tote bag on your shoulder, you gesture to jack signaling your ready to go.

"how were your scenes today?" you ask while walking

"they were really good!! except at one point i bumped into this extra and i felt so bad. i think i made up for it by giving her my number though. she was really pretty" he explains with a giggle.

"oh, yeah that was nice" you fake a smile as you feel your heart sink.

you soon arrive back at jack's place, where you found yourself spending a lot of time. dropping your tote bag, you immediately fall back onto jack's bed.

"well someone is tired" jack laughs glancing over at you.

"movie night?" you smile while getting more comfortable.

"you know it!"

jack puts on one of your favorite movies and joins you in bed. you two had always done stuff like this but for some reason tonight felt different. jack begins talking pulling you away from your anxious thoughts.

"hey so i was thinking maybe you could help me text that girl i was telling you about" he asks while handing you his phone.

"oh yeah um sure" you say taking the phone in your hand.

"so what do you want to say" you question.

"do you think its too soon to ask her on a date?"

you try to keep your composure hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"uhm maybe not" you whisper feeling tears brim your eyes.

"okay maybe start with 'hey! i think you're super gorgeous and i was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date with me?' " he finishes.

you stare at the phone for a second feeling all your composure slowly break down.

"i'm too nervous to send it you do it" jack giggles fidgeting with his fingers.

"i can't im sorry" you say, a tear threatening to slip from your eye.

"what?" he questions at your sudden mood change.

feeling hot tears down your face you quickly try to get out of the room. why were you so worked up? why were you crying over such a small gesture he was making? why were you making a fool of yourself? god this was so stupid.

jack very quickly notices your distress. you're already walking out of his room before he can even get the chance to ask what's wrong. all he does is stare in shock as you gather all your belongings.

"hey hey what are you doing? what's wrong?" he questions, you can hear the full distress and concern in his voice.

"i just really need to go home" you say giving his phone back. this is the first look of you he's been able to see since you started freaking out. he grows even more worried when he sees your glassy eyes and red nose.

"was it something i did? what can i do to help?" he pleads.

"nothing i promise i just really need to go" you respond, you can feel your voice betraying you as your vision becomes blurrier.

"okay well at least let me drive you home" he says reaching for his keys on the counter.

"no jack please just let me go" you slightly raise your voice.

he stays silent and you take this opportunity to walk out the front door. quickly calling a cab, you feel your face cool as the cold wind hits your tear-stained cheeks.

"okay i tried to be considerate and let you go but i just can't. seriously what's wrong. please tell me i just want to help" he pleads.

you slowly turn around to face him. faces just inches apart, you stare into the same eyes you've loved for so long. you let your eyes roam his features, just taking him in. his cheeks and nose slowly turning a bright pink from the cold wind.

"i'm in love with you jack" you finally confess.

“and i have been for a really long while, i just never knew how to tell you" you whisper, growing insecure. he doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity and you very quickly regret everything that has just happened.

going to turn around you are very quickly interrupted by jack's strong hands snaking around your waist pulling you closer. shocked by his movement you stare at him wide eyed. staring into each other's eyes he closes the gap and meets your lips. taking a few seconds to register what the hell is happening you very quickly kiss back.

wrapping your arms around his neck trying to get any closer you could possibly be. hands roaming his curls as his hold your waist even tighter. breaking away from the kiss you take a moment to process.

"im in love with you too" he finally confesses.

taking a moment to process everything, your thoughts finally catch up to you. "why didn't you do that like forever ago?!" you yell pushing his chest.

"what?!" he questions, confused at yet another sudden change in emotion.

"i've literally spent so much time going insane over you" you laugh.

"what!!! i've been going insane! i have been sending so many signals but you're oblivious or something!" he responds laughing as well.

"okay so we're even" you smile.

"one more thing and we're even" he responds, pulling you closer and kissing you again.

"so you're not going out with that girl right?" you question, putting your arms around his neck to hold him closer.

"oh she wasn't real i was just trying to make you jealous" he calmly explains.

"jack!! oh my god i hate you" you say in disbelief.

"mmm you just said you love me" he responds with a fake confused face.

"oh shut up" you giggle, pulling him in a for another kiss.

and there you were, two teenagers in love kissing in the moonlight.

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #scream #scream vi #jenna ortega

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teyamsgrl · 11 months

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all scraped up ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

🗣️ JAKE IS SUCH A GOOD SOFT DOM I CANTTTT!!! the idea of him being angrily concerned just gets me!!!

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, a little angry!jake, softdom!jake, oral m receiving (bit of face fucking), dirty talk, l-bombs, nice and deep missionary 😮‍💨 - tìyawn: love

you were running as fast as your long legs could take you (which was honestly pretty fast), not daring to look back at the 2 sky people as their avatars chasing after you, large guns in hand. you didn't mean to put yourself in this position, but it was a stupid mistake. you were out to hunt... in the far area of the forest, an area that the sky people often frequented as it was an easy, out of sight place to land without making a scene. jake had warned you of this and strongly advised you not to enter this area; you clearly hadn't listened. you had lived in the forest your entire life, you knew how to be nimble and where to hide. you were unlucky today though, spotting the sky people and moving behind a tree, only to get your foot stuck in some vines, rustling becoming apparent. you were quickly spotted, them turning to chase you down. you bolted like there was no tomorrow, finally losing them after weaving and swinging through enough trees.

you were now about to enter your shared tent with jake, scrapes all over your arms and legs from sprinting through the deep forest. you knew jake would give you shit and that he especially wouldn't be happy that you knowingly went into an unsafe area. you breathe shakily and enter the tent, spotting jake on the floor eating some fruit you had cut up earlier. "hey princess" he says, eyes flickering up and scanning all the red scrapes along your body. he shoots up, approaching you concernedly, "what happened? are you alright?" he cups your cheek, worried eyes staring into yours. "i'm okay, just a bit too clumsy in the trees..." you avoid eye contact, unable to lie so easily. he grabs your chin and tilts it back up, "tell me the truth". his voice is stern yet still laced with worry, "some sky people, i tried to hide but my foot got stuck...", "sky people... where was this?" shit. he was onto you. "the uh- that area far past tree of souls..." you breathe out, nervously watching as his eyes narrow. "i specifically told you never to go out there, you're lucky they didn't catch you and nonetheless you still got scratched up! why would you purposefully ignore an order in regards to your own safety?" the anger that has encapsulated his voice makes you cower underneath him, shifting around in embarrassment. "i don't know, tìyawn, i'm sorry... it was a stupid idea.." you whisper, nibbling on your bottom lip as you try to piece together what his facial expression may mean. "yes it was" he sighs, running a hand down over his face. you place your hands on his chest and he leans in to kiss your head, "sorry, princess.. it's just- the last thing i want is you getting hurt. promise me you won't go out there again?" "promise.." you trail off, pout displayed on your lips as your fingers dance down his abs, tracing the waistband of his loincloth. your doe eyes look up into his, his amber ones now darker than they were just a minute ago.

"let me... make it up to you?" you slowly drop to your knees, removing his loincloth. you begin kissing along his v-line, making your way to his cock which is now rock hard. your gaze shoots back up to jake, lips slightly parted while he awaits your next move. "please, darling" he hums and drags a finger along your plump lips, a smile forming on them. you kiss his finger before moving in and repeating the action on his leaking tip. you run your tongue along his tip, cleaning up his precum. he gasps faintly, one hand trailing to the back of your head as the other presses on the wall behind you. you suck in his tip, solely giving it attention for a few minutes as it was one of jake's favourite things. "mhmmm yeah..." he moans out, eyes shutting out of pleasure. you sink further down, mouth taking in his entire length. he groans, hand gripping onto your queue for support. you begin bobbing up and down on him, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. "that's it, that's so good.. so good darling" he starts to thrust gently, urging you to pause your movements. he croons in content, thrusting faster into your mouth. you whine around him, vibrations shooting through his cock. he moans louder, fucking and using your mouth. "such a pretty girl.." he breathes and continues on, grip on your queue now tighter. "shit-" he pulls you off, smiling down at you. you pout as you look up at him, emitting a chuckle from his mouth, "gotta save my cum for your pussy, don't i?" you whine and nod, standing up in front of jake.

he leans in and kisses you lustfully, one hand holding your chin and the other untying your loincloth from your tail. your tongue travels into his mouth, his swiping against yours. he disconnects your lips, bringing you down to the woven mat on your tent floor. you lie on your back, jake moving between your legs and wrapping them around his waist. he grabs his cock, gliding the tip through your wet folds. "ma'jake, please~" you whimper, eager for him to pump you full. he smirks and nudges his cock inside, your pussy drawing him in strongly. he groans and leans over you, hands falling on each side of your head. he starts thrusting, each one deep and firm as his tip caresses your cervix. "s-so big.." you whine out, eyes rolling into your head. "yeah? feel nice, baby?" he exhales before leaning in to kiss along your jaw, thrusts picking up but still hitting deep inside of you. you wrap your arms around him, nails dragging down his back. he groans in your ear, hips slapping into yours and filling the tent with dirty sounds. "i- so good, so good!" you mewl and squeeze him tighter with your legs, bringing him in as close as possible. you moan as he is now completely pressed into you, his body heat radiating onto you. "tight little pussy.." he moans into your ear again, balls heavy and hitting your ass with each thrust. he kisses on your jaw again, thrusts becoming quite quick, indicating that he is close. your back arches as he speeds up, pussy walls choking his cock as your orgasm also creeps upon you. "fuck- that's it, that's it... i'm gonna cum" he whimpers, cock planted deep as his cum paints your insides. you whine as he breathes heavily above you, his hand trailing to your clit to finish you off. you clearly weren't far away, squirming against his fingers promptly as you began cumming. "great mother! oh jake- shit" you moan as you cream on his cock, hands still digging into his back.

he presses his forehead against yours, pecking your lips as you came down from the orgasm. you giggle as he rolls you two over, pulling you into his chest as his back is now on the mat. "i love you, princess" he whispers and strokes your arm, tender with scratches. "i love you, ma'jake" you whisper back, placing a kiss on his chin. "i won't do anything bad again.." you tease, "or maybe i will... i didn't mind the outcome". he chuckles and shakes his head, "you can be a bad girl for me, but not put yourself in danger". his hands move to your sides, gently tickling. "ah! hey!" you writhe on top of him, trying to escape his merciless tickling. "nope, you're taking it" he laughs and continues before you finally manage to roll off of him, giggling and pushing his hands away. "get back here, baby" he brings you back into his chest, holding you tight. you exhale and relax again, eyes shutting as you rest your head above his heart.

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lightlycareless · 3 days

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uuu just imagine reading manga with naoya in bed while being cuddled up together <3<3

Hello!!!

Ok so this is sweet—kind of domestic amirite? oof. I love me some domestic Naoya when he's nothing but a loving husband. akgfhaksjghkjaghjkashgjas and a nerd too ahahah awww anyways...

warnings: very tiny mentions of smut. implications really. fluff outside of that.

happy reading!!

Imagine it being a cold snowy day where Naoya doesn’t have to go out on missions, tend to clan responsibilities, or anything else.

A day where he can simply spend his time in nothing but his favorite, deserving things, such as catching up with his favorite series, enjoying a well-deserved break from all those countless missions, and of course, spend time with you—his needy wife who didn’t hold back from letting him know how much she missed him.

“What would you like to do today?” is how the days would begin, with you peppering endless kisses across his face while the two snuggled underneath the sheets.

“Hmmm, I feel like spending the whole day in bed.” He sighs, kissing the top of your head. “The new chapter of the manga I told you about came out yesterday, and I want to read it.”

“I’ll make breakfast, then.” You smile, ready to push yourself up from the futon and rush to the kitchen—though Naoya had something else in mind too.

“What’s the hurry, my love?” he murmurs, pulling you back to him. “Going away from me so soon? I just came back…”

“N—No, of course not… I could never!” you blush. “I just… just wanted to make the best of today, you know? Please you.”

“You know, there’s one thing that will immediately please me.” He breathes against your ear, you shudder.

“…I still have to get your bath ready.”

“Can’t see why we can’t do both.”

You press your lips together, heated by his words.

“Ok, but we can’t get too distracted—I still want you to enjoy your day! You rarely get to rest as of lately….” You pout, he laughs before leaning to give you a kiss.

“With you by my side, there’s no way I cannot.”

After that is done, followed by a relaxing bath and a delicious meal prepared by you—Naoya insists in only being fed by you, not the staff; you happily oblige—you’re quick to take your place by his side on the futon, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and rest your head against his chest while his free hand holds up one of his favorite magazines, the one that publishes his favorite anime of the moment.

“I read they had to reprint this issue solely because of one mistake. Nothing too big, but apparently big enough to have the whole publisher pull out the magazine…”

“Gee, that must’ve been quite the task—And to allow it too! Is the author that big or something?”

“Kind of, he’s the best seller at the moment.”

“No wonder, if he’s not happy, that means no business for them.” You sigh. “I wonder if the change is even noticeable.”

“I don’t know, but that’s what I’ll figure out now—they usually point it out anyways.” Naoya squeezes you against him, kissing the top of your head.

“Well, that’s sounds like a wonderful plan!” You grin. “And if you get hungry, or want something to snack on, just let me know and I’ll bring it to you.”

Naoya blushes.

“I love you.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“I love you too.”

The rest of the evening would go on that way, with Naoya reading his manga, eyes intently fixed on the panels while murmuring to himself whenever particularly interesting scene occurs, if not scoffing when a character does something stupid—just as he did in real life; both gestures that you found incredibly cute, how relaxed he is when doing things he loves.

And though he was very focused on that, he was still attentive enough to your presence and gestures, hands and lips looking for yours whenever you reached out to him or vice versa, as well as allowing you to feed him, careful enough to not distract him that much.

Because you just couldn’t snap him out of trance, you know? He looked so adorable!!

Although it would turn a bit… too much soon enough.

“I don’t—I don’t want anything else, Y/N—” he protests when you try to shove another piece of popcorn into his mouth, going as far as moving away, but you simply stuck to him.

“Come on, you have to eat!”

“Not to this point!” Naoya gasps, stomach full to the point of exploding! Of so it feels. “I don’t—I don’t want anything else!”

“Tough luck, Naoya—If you didn’t want me to spoil you, you shouldn’t have stayed home!” you giggle, and Naoya just relents, because he can’t do anything else when he’s putty to both your adorable charm and insistence, his beloved wife.

A side of Naoya that fortunately, is just for your eyes to see.

I just realized that Naoya was the kind of guy to say: "I want a wife that is submissive, that is only attentive to me and knows her place and yadda yadda yadda" until you came along and he was like "ok I like that but... I also want kisses...."

Idk I just keep thinking he's very desperate for affection hahaha call it ooc I DO NOT CARE I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM. 😶😶

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing 🥺❤️ him getting all flustered because you're always so caring to him is AGH healing!!! We could literally change him...

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask ❤️❤️❤️ take care and hope to see you soon!!!

#ask #naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #prompt series: jujutsu kaisen

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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i'll always be here for you. – earth 42 miles x reader (comfort headcanons)

request: could you make miles 42 or miles 1610 whichever you pick have a S/O similar to cassie from euphoria like wears blue Alot and is emotional and cries and she feels like they should be going somewhere and doing something and taking something big for herself but always ending up going to the same parties doing the same stupid things over and over again because thats the only way she knows how to find release and the only role she knows how to fill and miles tries everything in his power to help her

a/n: ask and you shall receive, my lovely anon 💖 now i've never watched euphoria except for that one scene where the guy is shouting at the girl, but i hope this provides some comfort despite me not being very familiar with the characters and what they're like ^^ i hope you like this !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

despite seeming really aloof and apathetic, he does get worried when he sees your red, swollen eyes after you cried yourself to sleep and woke up crying the morning after going to another party, doing stupid things all over again when you swore to yourself you'd clean up your act as soon as you could.

he isn't very sure on how to ask you in a way that wouldn't make you feel like it was your fault or that you were lacking for being unable to change right away. he understands you want to change, but he does ask you what's happened to you.

"mi cielo, you... good?" he asked you as you walked over to him, fatigued and sluggish. you leaned against him, feeling the urge to sob your heart out again. you gripped him tightly as he held you gently, feeling concerned over what happened to you, but already having an idea what's wrong. "miles... i did it again, i screwed up again." you murmured as miles understood what you meant, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly.

"cielo..." he muttered as you sobbed into his shoulder, muttering how stupid and helpless you felt back then–how you don't feel like anything you do could change how messed up you felt.

when you tell him the jist of what's happened to you the previous nights, he starts to feel a little guilty he couldn't stop you nor be have been there to keep you from doing anything rash.

he tries to comfort you, reassure you that change... it doesn't come immediately. he wants to let you know that despite how repeatedly you've been screwing up at doing something else with your life apart from partying and doing reckless stuff, the fact you're trying is enough.

he believes that failing is indeed part of the process, and he hates how you keep beating yourself up over failing again and again. he feels guilty and ashamed of himself when he sees you like this, like he can't even keep you happy and confident of who you are, which he desperately wants you to feel most, if not all, of the time.

he wants to protect you, be there for you all the time–but he knows he can never have everything he wants in life. he wants to offer you support, but not just at a distance, he wants to physically be there for you, and he cannot express that enough.

"i'm such a screw up..." "no. no, mi amor, you're not a screw up." he muttered as you cried into his shoulder, clinging on to him even tighter. "i'm sorry i couldn't be there for you, but you are in no way lacking, mi vida." he said as you pulled away and looked up at him, with him gazing back at you with sadness filling his eyes. "you are trying so hard... i can't even begin to imagine how heavy those burdens for you are." he said as tears rolled down your cheeks, with him wiping those tears away from your eyes. "i love you, and you... you are so amazing." he whispers as he kisses your forehead.

he holds you close when you feel like you're falling apart all over again, whispering how strong you are for trying to fix yourself up. after you expressed how tired you were of finding release this way, through mindless parties and reckless activities, miles finds more of a reason to be more protective and concerned over you.

he visits your house more often now, checking up on you every now and then and doing all kinds of things with you that distract you from your sadness, loneliness, and all those other negative feelings you want to escape from.

he cuddles up with you, holds you close in the comfort of your own room and takes naps with you on the weekends when he visits you–keeping you from doing anything bad to yourself and comforting you all the while, letting you know even just a sliver of how wonderful you are through his touch and warmth as he hugs you.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @ii01vq @toneystank-3000 @zalayni @anikaluv @q2ie @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @conitagray

#earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales x y/n #earth 42 miles morales comfort #miles morales #miles morales x reader #e42 miles #e42 miles x reader #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv comfort #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spidermam across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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callsignmarz · 2 months

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MDNI | 18+ | König x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol, mild language, misplaced anger, mature scene.

“He makes you jealous.”

König knew the type of woman he married.

Especially, after a heated argument.

There at the end of the bar, you downed the last few sips of your second cosmo, reminiscing on the stupid fight you just had outside, moments ago.

“Want another?” The bartender customarily asked as he draped a hand rag over his shoulder.

You had a good buzz going.

Although, you didn’t need to go over your limit. The sober mask comes on as you pushed the empty glass away with your fingertips.

“No, I’m okay. But, just incase I change my mind; Keep my tab open.”

“What about your big fella and his friend?”

Your eyes thinned at the bartenders question with confusion quickly morphing into raw ire as you swiveled around to see König sitting at a booth with an arm purposely wrapped around some red headed bimbo.

Let the games begin, motherfucker.

In a matter of seconds, you pounced from the bar stool and like a black panther in the shadows, you blended in with the sea of bodies, stalking and observing their interactions from afar.

As a former mercenary yourself, patience became your most reliable source.

Feeling a familiar pair of eyes burning a hole into him, König swiftly turned his attention to the crowded bar, leisurely scouting until his gaze met yours.

His lips curl into a cocky smirk as he pulls the woman closer to him, triggering you to fly into a jealous rage.

Maneuvering through the horde of drunks, you wantonly drag over a nearby chair once you finally approached the two, persistently planting yourself uncomfortably close to the woman.

“Neue Freunde finden, mein Liebe? (Making new friends, my love?)” You asked König while your eyes fixate on the red haired woman, maintaining a toothy grin.

“Ja, das glaube ich. (Yeah, I guess I am.)”

The red head’s brows crease together, feeling quite uneasy.

“I’m sorry, König. Do you know her?” She questions as she leans closer into König, hoping he would shield her from your piercing watch and you fight the maniacal urges that arise.

By the befuddling look on the poor girl’s face and her accent was a dead give away…she was an American.

Regardless. She had no place flirting with König and the thought of her sharing the same oxygen as him, slowly boiled your blood to a dangerous temperature.

“Ich schwöre bei Gott, wenn du ihn berührst...(I swear to God, if you touch him)” Your tone daintly dips to a menacing level, one that König immediately recognizes.

The smug expression on König’s face becomes one of wary. “My apologies, Schatz. This here is my lovely wife, Y/N. She thinks you’re very pretty.” He blatantly lies through his teeth.

“Y-Your wife?”

The woman blinks a few times, bewildered by how she missed all the crucial signs.

Her eyes drop to your left hand, where a diamond ring would be, but instead there was a small calligraphy tattoo, engraved in your skin that read:

“Til Death.”

“Hat deine Hure einen Namen, König? (Does your whore have a name?)”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead König reached over to grab the glass of bourbon that sat on the table, taking a quick swig of it while watching the tension build as you continued to inspect his new “friend.”

Your eyes flit over to him with impending glare, which light a fire under his ass to give an answer.

“Victoria.” He said dully, avoiding all eye contact.

A seed of suspicion was ready to plant itself as König had a small habit of fabricating to avoid conflict. But, the way her neck almost snapped at the name, convinced you otherwise and your expression softens.

“gefällt sie dir?” (Do you like her?)

“Y/N, es ist nicht-” (Y/N, it’s not-)

Swiftly rising to your feet and cutting off his excuse, you walk your way around the table to settle comfortably in your husband’s lap, wedging yourself between the two with your eyes studiously on Victoria.

Despite your calm and relaxed nature, the air surrounding held underlying tension with a dicey edge to it.

Victoria’s eyes shift frantically between you and König, hoping that she can escape the situation without any causing any more problems.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you were married. I just assumed you were single.”

“Du hast falsch gedacht, Schlampe. Ich wette, die dumme Schlampe erkennt nicht einmal, was für eine Frau ich bin.(You thought wrong, bitch. I bet that stupid bitch doesn’t even realize what kind of woman I am.)” You added with a humorless laugh, confusing Victoria even more.

“What did she say?”

“Don’t look at my husband, look at me.”

In response to your command, König’s arm causally wraps itself around your waist, not to be endearing but to restrain you if things go suddenly left.

“Are you having fun with König, Victoria?”

Victoria shivers at the piercing tone of your question.

“No, of course not.”

“No? So are you telling me that he wasn’t good enough to entertain you?” You scoffed in disbelief and instinctively König’s grip tightens around your waist, fully aware of the game your about to play.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty fanfic #mw2 imagine #spotify #konig x y/n #konig modern warfare #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig x reader #jealousy #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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yooils · 9 months

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lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.

— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.

it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.

but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)

so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.

“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.

the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”

(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)

you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.

– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.

finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.

isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.

“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”

the pause in the car is deafening.

you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.

“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”

his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”

(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)

isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.

“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”

you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.

he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.

“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.

as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.

(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).

the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.

once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.

"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"

(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.

you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)

8.12.23

#blue lock #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk angst #isagi fluff #isagi imagines #bllk crack #blue lock crack #blue lock imagines #isagi x reader #for legal reasons i will not add an angst ending bout it being a fever dream #hallucinated by isagi #because you died from driving him home #i am so sorry for all the jane austen refernces #log– works

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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Dear Whirl, I know you have a lot of requets! But I cant stop thinking about gentle moments when Vash helps combing readers loooong long! hair after a loooong long day. 😭Thats the request. 🙆‍♀️

I really appreciate your work. 💗

I do lol and I’m answering them way out of order lololol, but this is so sweet! I love this 💙💙💙 also yes I like writing cuddling scenes lol here is a short little thing!

‘Sweetheart, you look a little tired’

Vash x Reader

“Damn it!” You snap yanking the brush through your hair, you're on the verge of tears at this point you don’t even know why! It’s been such a bad day and you’re hitting your limit with your tangled hair. Frustrated you slam the brush on the sink. Screw it you’ll just brush it later.

“You, okay?” Jumping at the sound of Vash’s voice you turn towards the door; he’s poking his head through the bathroom door looking at you with concern. You blush in embarrassment at your little tantrum, “it’s stupid.” You say with a huff, Vash joins your side he pouts at you and well you give in.

“Well… my hair is tangled and I just… it’s frustrating.” You say trying to explain how you feel, he lets out a soft ‘hum’ picking up the brush and grabbing your hand, confused he leads you out of the bathroom and into the main room. Dropping your hand Vash gets on the bed, sitting with crossed legs and patting the space in front of him.

You get on the bed sitting in front of him, you turn to look at him but Vash turns your head back forward, “just relax, I want to brush your hair.” You sigh, crossing your legs and relaxing your elbows on your knees, “just be gentle.”

He lets out a hum of acknowledgment, and begins to gently run his hands through your hair and then the brush. You close your eyes, relaxing at the gentle ministrations. You feel the tension leaving your body, “thanks.” You whisper, blushing when he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“You're welcome.” He says quietly back continuing to brush your hair, making sure all the tangles are out. He eventually finishes and places the brush on the nightstand. You lean back, resting your back on Vash’s chest as he wraps his arms around you, he places a soft kiss to the side of your head and you can’t help but smile. You turn then in his arms and settle back on your haunches, “here lean forward.” He does with a questioning glance, you run your fingers through his blonde hair and he melts into you.

Laughing softly, you kiss the top of his head, it’s only fit to return the flavor. You swear you can hear him purring, he pulls you to him and moves to lay on his side with you in his arms. “It’s too early to go to bed,” you say wrapping your own arms around him, “don’t care comfy.” He whines back, you let out a huff.

“Alright, big baby you win.” Not that you could deny him cuddle time in the first place, you feel him smile against your neck and he places a soft kiss on your pulse point. You place one of your hands back in his hair, gently brushing through it. He holds you tighter, you love moments like this when it’s just you and him. Feeling content, you close your eyes knowing you’ll be able to fall asleep quickly in Vash’s arms.

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sailor-aviator · 6 months

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I’m sure it’s already been requested but IF it hasn’t I’ll be needing the jail scene from Jake’s POV ASAP 👀

You know, surprisingly enough, you're the only one crazy enough to ask for a different point of view for all the angst lmaooooo

The tapping of Ice's fingers against the desk was going to drive him insane. Jake knew the older man was livid with him, why wouldn't he be? He had done a stupid thing like going and getting caught by the U.S. Marshal of all people.

It was no secret that the marshal was sent in to Maverick with the express purpose of catching the Dagger Posse. They had made quite the name for themselves after the rash of stagecoach robberies they had committed last summer. Times had been hard, and Jake would be damned if the people of Maverick didn't eat.

It was also no secret that Tom "Iceman" Kazansky had a soft spot for the posse, namely Jake. Where Bradley had had Maverick to take over as his father after the epidemic, it had been Ice who had taken the young Jake under his wing - had shown him what it means to be a man.

He knew this was the end of the line for him, there was no doubt about it. Mav and Ice had warned them all over and over again to keep their heads down and to lay low. One more slip up, one more law broken, and they'd be hanged should the Marshal catch them. And it had been quiet, unsuspecting Bob Floyd who had taken the bait.

Jake couldn't fault him for that, of course. He doubted he'd have faired much better if it had been you who the men at the saloon had been speaking ill of. Rage coated his tongue at the very thought, quickly replaced by anguish.

You, his Scout. His spitfire of a woman who never took any of his shit. Who cooked for him and made sure he was taking care of himself, even if he was being a jackass. His beautiful, brave girl who loved him.

Jake was so lost in thought that he barely caught Tom turning to the marshal.

"You look tired, Beau," he drawled, his tapping ceasing. "Why don't you go and have a drink down at the saloon?"

"I wouldn't want to leave you alone..."

"Nonsense! Go on and get something. You have a long day ahead of you come sunrise."

Jake heard a chair scrape against the wood floor followed by some shuffling around the room.

"I shouldn't be too long," Beau said, voice sounding farther away.

"Take your time!" Tom called back, his chair creaking as he leaned back. The door to the jail opened and then closed with a slam, leaving the room in silence.

Jake rested his head against the wall of his cell, eyes close and waiting for Tom to get up and begin lecturing him like he always does. But it doesn't come.

Instead, the door opened once more, creaking slowly.

"You shouldn't be here, darlin'," Tom says after a moment, an underlying sense of mirth in his tone. One that Jake knew he only had when he was caught off guard.

"Where is he?"

Jake's eyes shot open as he lurched forward.

"Scout?" He called tentatively. He could see your figure peer around where Tom now stood.

"Are you sure you're ready to see him like this?" He asked quietly. You drew your shoulders back in an attempt at defiance, but Jake saw you. He always saw you. He saw how scared you were, how desperate.

What were you thinking coming here? This was no place for you, and he'd be damned if you ever set foot in this place again.

"Please." Jake's heart nearly broke right then and there at the sound of the small tremble in your voice. "Please let me see him."

Tom watched you for a second before gesturing for you to go forward. "You have five minutes, Scout."

Jake scrambled to his feet as you entered the back room, the chains around his wrists and ankles hindering some of his movements.

Jake's heart truly broke when he saw the tears begin to slide down your face. Once again they were because of him, and he hated himself like never before in that moment. You should never have to cry. You should only ever smile, he thought.

A sob tore through you as you stumbled forward, and Jake reached out to catch you as best he could. He eased the both of you down onto the ground as sob after sob racked your body, tears staining his shirt with guilt.

“Please don’t cry, Scout,” he soothed, pressing firm kisses to the top of your head. He wished he had more time. “Everything is okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you sobbed pitifully. “It’s not, so don’t tell me that it is.”

“These things happen, honey girl,” he sighed, holding you tighter, afraid that this was all just a dream made up to torment him in his final hours. An angel sent down to comfort him before he was sent to hell. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing here?”

You pulled back to look at him, eyes red and puffy from crying. Tears slowly streamed down your face, and still you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen on this earth.

“It was Isaac, Jake. It was all a setup. I saw him in the crowd this morning. He planned the whole thing," you murmured, lips pressing into a thin line to keep from trembling.

Jake felt shame and guilt clench at his heart. None of this would have ever happened if he had just been smarter about what he had done in the past. You wouldn't be clinging to him like the very action of letting him go would kill him on the spot. You wouldn't be shaking with anguish. You wouldn't be utterly destroyed come tomorrow.

"I know."

You balked, staring up at him with unsure eyes, brow furrowing.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. Jake sighed again, resting his forehead against one of the bars, not able to bare looking at your face.

“I saw him too,” he admitted, eyes closing.

“We have to do something, Jake! We have to tell them that this was-” You cried, turning to move away, but he grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned back to him, and Jake felt the sting of tears kiss at his eyes as he looked at you. He pulled you back, his rough hands cradling the soft skin of your cheeks as he stared at you. You were everything he ever wanted in life, and it seemed that the price for that fulfillment was his final breath.

“There’s no time, pretty girl,” he murmured, anguish coating his own words. “There’s just no time left.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, tears starting anew. Jake stroked your cheeks, catching the stray tears as they fell. He never wanted things to end like this. He wanted you to know, and now was his only chance to say it.

“Scout, these past few months have been the happiest of my life. I never thought I’d meet a spitfire like you, let alone get someone like you to love me. I have loved every minute spent with you. I love the way you scrunch your nose when you’re mad. I love when you yell at me when I’m being an idiot. I love when you smile at me when you think I’m not lookin’. I love how you feel in my arms and how completely happy you make me feel.”

“Why does this sound like you’re saying goodbye?” You asked him, a sob shaking your entire body. “You’re not dying on me. If you die, I die, you understand me?”

Jake smiled ruefully at you. His smart, strong girl. You'd make a wonderful wife one day. You'd make someone else happy, and maybe one day you'd be happy again too. That's all he ever wanted for you, and if he had any power in the afterlife, he'd see to it that you got the life you deserved. He hoped you'd remember him.

He reached into his pocket, searching for the token that he'd carried around since spotting it in a shop in Baltimore. He pulled it out, presenting it to you.

It wasn't anything in your face like the emerald or other jewels that he had seen. No, it was plain in comparison, but still beautiful. He supposed it reminded him a little of you. You had seemed so unassuming at first glance, beautiful yes, but a quiet thing. Then, the more he looked, the more complex and intricate you became, just like the gold bands of the pendant. You shined in a way that drew people in, making them want to look longer.

“I know that it’s not the emerald,” he started, “but it’s all I could afford with the money I had leftover from working at the ranch.”

You stared at it, eyes darting around as you took it in.

"I don't want it."

Jake's heart clenched at your words. Had you finally come to your senses and realized that you deserved better than him?

“Jake Seresin,” you said firmly, fixing him with a scowl. “You promised to make an honest woman out of me, and I’ll be damned if I let you worm your way out of keeping that promise, do you hear me?”

He couldn't help but to chuckle, resting his head on his forearms. That's what you were thinking about in this moment? Didn't you understand what was happening?

“Honey girl, what on earth am I supposed to do with this necklace now?”

“You can give it to me when you get out of here,” you sniffed, eyes tracing over the lines on his face. “You can give it to me, and then you and I are going to grow old together.”

All humor left him at your words. How could you still think that that future was possible in this moment? Surely you were joking? Surely you knew that this was the end?

Still, Jake couldn't help but imagine what his future with you would look like.

You'd look beautiful in your wedding dress, he was sure of it. White was becoming more popular, but would you choose a different color Blue or green? He kind of liked the idea of you wearing white, and the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that was the color you'd choose.

He thought about what you'd look like round and swollen with him, a baby made up of the two of you resting in your stomach until one day it was resting in your arms. He kind of liked the idea of having a little girl first, but so long as the baby was healthy and strong, he wouldn't complain.

And then you'd have more children, the house echoing with the sounds of laughter and running as he came in from the pastures for the day. Would he build you a new house? Or would he convince Benji to let him have the one you lived in now? No, he'd build you a new one. One fit for a queen.

You'd swat at his hand with that scowl he loved so much every time he'd sneak a bite of dinner before it was ready to be served. He'd kiss your cheek affectionately and tell you that it tasted perfect as always, smoothing a hand down your back.

He'd sleep next to you every night, laying in bed until the last possible second until he inevitably had to get up in the morning. And then he'd stay even longer when you would reach out for him.

He'd reassure you of how beautiful you still were even with those pesky grey hairs that now littered your head. Really, he think you'd look even more beautiful with age, the evidence of your life etched into your skin. He would trace every wrinkle with love and adoration.

The two of you would watch your grandchildren play in the yard, holding hands as you rocked in the chairs Jake would hand carve. His thumb would smooth over the back of your weathered hand, squeezing it as his thoughts drifted towards the life you two had shared.

Jake knew that the two of you would have to leave this world at the same time. You would be wrapped up in each other, breathing your last at the same moment before walking hand in hand through those pearly gates in the sky, young as the day you two had met.

He couldn't bare the thought of living in this world without you.

And yet, here he was about to leave you in a world without him in it.

He looked up when Tom cleared his throat, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Your time is up, Scout,” he said quietly, gently. “The marshal will be back any moment.”

You nodded, looking back at Jake before pulling him into desperate, tender kiss. He kissed you back with just as much fervor and passion, the tears coming back with a vengeance.

It wasn't fair. He didn't want to leave you. He wanted to grow old with you, side by side and facing anything that life threw at the two of you. He wanted to watch you laugh and smile at him every day. He wanted to feel your skin pressed against his. He wanted everything you would give him. He just got you back, and now he had to say goodbye.

Jake didn't want to die. He wanted to live. With you.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, helping you stand from the wooden floor. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, and you raised a hand to brush it away. He caught your hand, holding it to his face and committing the touch to memory. He turned into your palm, placing once last kiss there, promising himself that he would watch over you. He would think about how soft you were, how sweet you smelled when they placed the rope around his neck at the gallows. Every thought would be filled with you.

"See you on the other side, honey girl."

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I just watched Persuasion (2022) and I am beyond upset. I watched it with my parents so I had to sit through the entire thing. They don't know much about the Regency Era and they haven't watched any other period dramas so they think that piece of trash is actually a good adaptation.

"He's a ten and I don't trust a ten." WTF?????? Persuasion is my favourite Austen novel and the way they literally ruined Anne is sick.

What was your first reaction to watching it? I wish I could wash all of it away. Any words of comfort that will hopefully cleanse my mind?

I'm so happy you sent this because I've been working up a little rant.

The reason Anne is so wrong, with her near hatred of her own family, rolling her eyes at the camera, the fact that they gave her masculine leaning clothes even, is that Book! Anne Elliot is the poster girl for the unseen, unacknowledged, and underappreciated labour of women.

There is something very fundamental to women's experiences from Austen's time to ours (and I'm sure before) where women do the dirty, mindless, emotional, and unpaid labour that keeps our whole society rolling and get zero credit. And yeah, it's getting better but this problem IS NOT FIXED. Now Anne is upper class so she's not mopping the floor, but this is her experience. Anne plays piano without thanks because without her no one can dance. Anne watches the sick kid so her sister can go to a party. Anne smooths over all the little arguments so that the family can function. She visits sick friends (lifted right out of the movie). She gives and gives and gives of herself and she's "just Anne". Because nothing she does is showy or important in the eyes of the world even though it is vital.

One of the worst scenes in Persuasion 2022 (I mean it's hard to pick there are so many), is how Mary basically manipulates Anne into staying back with little Charles. In the book, Anne clearly has the idea first and offers. In the movie, Mary has the idea and Anne rolls her eyes and groans before offering.

No!

Anne in the book is constantly giving of herself without complaint. Also, she does not want to see Wentworth for the first time! It's going to be painful for her, so she does something selfless but also spares herself from distress.

In that scene in 2022, Anne is a doormat giving in to her ridiculous sister. She also deeply regrets not going to dinner. In that scene in the book, Anne is a compassionate sister who after first attempting to reconcile Mary to her duty, offers to take over. She makes the choice of her own volition and she doesn't regret it.

She knew herself to be of the first utility to the child; and what was it to her if Frederick Wentworth were only half a mile distant, making himself agreeable to others?

It's this complex and emotional scene that was just ruined.

The triumph of Anne Elliot is not just getting Wentworth back, it is that people begin to see and acknowledge her labour and value. The Musgroves are absolutely devoted to her after she helps Louisa. Wentworth sees her worth and declares it in front of everyone. One of the best moments in the book is:

"but if Anne will stay, no one so proper, so capable as Anne."

SHE IS FINALLY SEEN! And valued, and loved! Not romantically (though that too) but because everyone (except Sir Walter and Elizabeth) finally realize how much they need her. The woman who stayed back from a dinner party to nurse a sick child becomes the person they need in a crisis. She goes from the last thought of to the first. In Anne, the necessity of women's labour is finally recognized.

Persuasion 2022 DESTROYED that, and it's infuriating.

Everything else sucks too. To finally give us the scene where Wentworth takes the kid off of Anne but then make him call her stupid? Gah! I was cringing so hard it was painful.

#persuasion 2022 #anne elliot #mary musgrove #question response #I could rant about that movie forever #But the real problem is Anne #they destroyed Anne in so many ways #and the story doesn't work with Miss Sassy Pants #it's a crime against humanity

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Why Oogway from Kung fu panda is the most supportive grandpa and not a huge bitch! And your fave villain is actually a huge bitch! <3

Now, I know what you’re thinking? Why the inflammatory and very obviously vague post? Because it’s being spread everywhere like wildfire and I’m tired of it. We get it, you all love your men like Tai Lung and Kai but they're not the UwU babies you HC them as, and blaming Oogway isn’t making them look cool or cuter. So, without further ado, I, Oogway’s lawyer will step up to this fandom’s unjustified hate for him just cause they got hit with the consequences of their actions. Now, let’s start with the first movie because you people can’t seem to grasp the simple lesson in the film that “Your actions have consequences.” Okay, remember that? It’s very important. And I need you to remember it okay? I’m counting on you! Alright, let’s start with the literal first scene with MR. PING AND PO: Yes, this is important, just stick with me okay? Po asks his father right at the beginning if he ever wanted anything else in his life outside noodles.

He even calls his own dream stupid, and you can see he slightly regrets it in the scene if you watch closely enough. This was the first mistake Ping made, he was repeating a cycle of denying the younger generation of their own dreams and needs without even realizing it. Now, we can actually get to our favorite turtle. Two things we have to talk about before we move on is the fact, this second scene is dedicated to foreshadowing mostly Shifu’s character, every little reaction to Oogway is a means to tell us why Shifu needs to calm down and think before he acts. Remember? “Your actions have consequences.” Now, you're probably looking at the scene like, this was just a funny joke scene but no. Shifu is distressed expecting nothing but the worst news while Oogway is calmly accessing the situation at hand, he doesn’t reprimand Shifu because he knows the pain his friend is going through, he was there for it and stopped it before it could kill him. Shifu here displays everything about the quote below, had he not rushed Oogway and merely listened to the very end he would have understood what to do.

This is one of the rawest quotes that follow Shifu and his son throughout the first film, they are both avoiding the inevitable, trying to stop what must come. Life doesn’t bend to your will and that’s what Oogway is telling Shifu right here in the present. But what does this dummy do? Try to ruin what Oogway was doing from the get-go.

Had Shifu not panicked and quickly told Zeng to leave then Tai Lung would have never escaped. IT'S IRONY AND say it with me, the consequences of his actions. Oogway even tells him this in the scene where he reveals it is time to pick the Dragon warrior, and Shifu makes so many assumptions that Oogway never speaks of the legend itself. Shifu makes the Dragon warrior seem bigger than life itself but Oogway never says that. If you haven’t realized: Shifu assumed things.

He’s not actually seeing the true picture Oogway is laying out for him, he’s just waiting for that big moment, uncaring of how it affects others. (Aka the five cough his own daughter cough and even his own son cough) He’s clouded the water for everyone and only Oogway is the one who sees it for what it is. Oogway does nothing but tries to guide Shifu away from this mentality that not only destroyed his own son but himself in the process, remember the Ping scene I showed you at the beginning This is the same thing. Shifu has done nothing but projects himself onto others and that’s not only an aspect in the films, it was in the short “Secrets of the scroll” too.

“You must let her grow into what she must be.” - Oogway. This isn’t the first time he's said this to Shifu and surely will not be the last. Shifu is by all means a stubborn character who leans very heavily toward how traditional Kung fu is taught along with its ideals. He focuses on strength, speed, and endurance above all else which is also shown in the film's training course. He does not divert from tradition, just like Ping. Oogway doesn’t hold the same ideals but respects Shifu unconditionally despite their differences. Because he respects and cares for Shifu along with his children. He does the very same with Po, never outright disagreeing because that’s not helpful to them, that won’t allow them to grow as people. Into who they are meant to be. Po goes on and on about how he sucks and Oogway is understanding, he doesn’t say “Oh you’re great just the way you are.” He allows Po to vent the way he wants to and gives him actual support when he needs it most.

Po shouldn’t be concerned with how he sucked today, because he can try again tomorrow and get better as time goes on! And that’s the truth when you start something, especially something as difficult as Kung fu with a teacher who's comfortable bullying someone 40+ years younger than them is HARD. But what Po needs to focus on is the PRESENT. He tells that to EVERYONE. To focus on the now instead of the past or the future, that’s why it’s a gift. Because you can choose who you want to be at that moment. The past is already gone, decided, and written, and the future is uncertain and leaves you with nothing but anxiety at what could be. But right here, right now. You have a choice. And now we get to the main man himself, Tai Lung aka the loser stuck in the past: Now again, you’re probably pausing like “Really man? Calling Tai a loser from the get-go, do you have no shame?” And I reply with a “No, I do not.” Because he is a loser and the film shows that. Very clearly. I know we all love the awesomeness of the escape scene but think about the context of it real quick: This FORTY-YEAR-OLD MAN, let me say this again FORTY YEAR-OLD MAN, was hard-pressed to release himself for one thing and one thing only, The scroll saddled with his revenge for something he was never promised after endangering innocents in the past and then endangering more guards for a scroll. Take that in for a moment. Doesn’t that sound like loser behavior? Don’t you think maybe he could have taken that time to, I don’t know, think about why he wasn’t chosen or if he wanted literally anything else in his life. He had no one to talk to, so he should have been using that noggin’ for something useful but he didn’t.

Oh, lookie here! It’s “THE CONSEQUENCES OF SHIFU’S ACTIONS NEGATIVELY AFFECTING THE PEOPLE AROUND HIM!”

Also, this man is out of his goddamn mind. Like we have to move forward here so we can realize the full delusion in this single frame. But I’m getting off-topic, we have to talk about when he was rightfully denied the scroll. Now we have to note two very important lines here because Tai Lung fans have very selective memories, so we need these screencaps

Okay, that is the first line, the second is Po’s line before this, it’s very clear even to the common folk in the Valley, Tai Lung was an ambitious, selfish, and one-track-minded fella. With the line: “He turned bad and went to jail.” Now, let’s think back for a minute about Oogway’s morals. He supports people who are kind and uplift others even though sometimes they do questionable things, Shifu bullying Po-but that’s for another conversation. But he obviously would not pick someone who is solely focused on such a selfish goal. We all know the scroll is blank, and you have to love and accept yourself for who you are in the present. Tai Lung would not be able to understand much less accept that because he wanted the scroll to change him into something Shifu told him about, not Oogway. Oogway had every right to refuse Tai Lung, that’s his school, his house, his scroll and without him, he and Shifu would be without a roof. Now, remember what I said about Shifu’s beliefs in traditionalism right? You're supposed to listen to your master as they guide you, Shifu albeit a stubborn student and Master, listened to Oogway, and Tai Lung should have followed suit, he grew up there. But no he CHOSE to ruin everyone else's day, and let me show those innocents by the way.

HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR SHIFU TO COMMIT FRAUD! Tai Lung showed what his ambition truly was and Shifu didn’t see until it broke right through him literally, Tai lung doesn’t even hesitate to swat his father aside before going for the scroll before Oogway stops him and spares his life for his old friend, Shifu. Because he cares. Oogway cared about Tai Lung and let him choose who he wanted to be. Remember? Actions have consequences. Tai lung has had two instances of his life where he could have chosen to do better and what did he do? He fucked it up. Just decided to be a bitch ass sore loser instead of bettering himself which is what Kung fu is about, it’s what Po did. But you know, that’s life. Speaking of, Shifu is mostly at fault for this. I think everyone knows that? Oogway as I said above with the short, tries his best to guide Shifu on his horrid parenting journey but such is life. I’m sure we all know someone who shouldn’t be a parent and if we could we would ban them from being around children in general. Back on topic, Shifu has a problem of not listening to Oogway as we’ve established: - Didn’t listen til he got sick to let Tigress be herself - Bullied Po and didn’t listen until Oogway died - Filled his son and daughter’s heads with untrue folklore of the Dragon warrior missing key elements such as Kindness in the memo… - Also, he tried to “Well, ACK-TUALLY” him in an argument about control. Shifu is not a very bright man. And neither is his son. Po and Ping are a direct mirror to this though in the fact that, unlike Shifu, Mr. Ping stops and realizes his son is in distress about the whole situation and does something special. He tells him the secret ingredient which is nothing but believing something is special because he believes Po is special. Shifu stopped believing in his son, which is why Oogway asked him to promise to believe and even took his meek reply of “I’ll try.” When Shifu and Tai Lung met again they couldn’t mend what Tai Lung destroyed, not even an apology could heal what his son broke inside Shifu. And Oogway knew this. Because you can’t force a peach tree to grow into anything else but what it was meant to be. No one in the Jade Palace was meant to be the dragon warrior, they should have been training for themselves but they followed Shifu. Nothing was ever promised to anyone. And again, that’s the beauty of life, you can change. Every day you change, every time you look into that blank scroll you see every little change you worked for and some you got along the way figuring it out. Tai lung does not have that though, all he has is Kung fu and that’s Shifu’s fault. Not Oogway’s, you cannot blame someone who never promised you a thing and simply told you no. You have to move on. Tai Lung even naively states, he only thought of Shifu’s opinion, never the Master who bestows the scroll itself. He was not in the present, all he wanted was the future he was never promised and blamed everyone else for it and hurt his own father, in the process. Not once, but twice. Shifu only admitted Tai lung was not meant to be the Dragon warrior and that it was never his decision to make and even goes so far as to ask Shifu to falsify the results of who the Dragon warrior is. Shifu was too late in allowing his son to dream. Oogway had nothing to do with any of their dramas. They decided to push themselves so far instead of cherishing the present. And that’s why Oogway is the best grandpa because he doesn’t force his ideals down your throat because he listens to your troubles without downplaying how bad you feel because he believes in the power of change that we all have but accepts we don’t always take the right path. That is the true gift. The gift of change. As for Kai um idc, he was stealing people’s chi, aka killing them, and being a horrible person to people who helped Oogway in his darkest hour, so fuck him. I still love his theme but again, Kai’s actions caught up with him and he caught them tortoise's hands for being an asshole. Bye~! Also, Shen's a bitch too.

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