#I feel like it’s an emotionally intimate gesture in a way and I felt like it added onto the angst
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Discoveries
Prompt: “We can work this out, okay? Just come back here, it’s not safe there. You know that too.” (Credit to @me-writes-prompts for this prompt!!)
Ship: romantic Prinxiety
CW/TW: slight self harm, panic attacks, swearing, unsympathetic Virgil, unsympathetic Janus
Summary: Finally deciding to leave the “Dark Sides” Virgil leaves Janus after a heated argument, leaving him begging for him to come back.
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Virgils glare burned a hole into Janus’ irises, face hot and wet with incessant tears, voice hoarse and unbearably scratchy from the yelling that echoed off of the walls of Janus and his room.
Janus looked back, expression tender and begging, sincere. He stepped closer to him. “Virgil, please. I know we have our differences but I think if we just talked it out we could—“
Virgil’s shoulders were up to his neck, his entire body felt like it was burning from the unforgiving rage boiling inside of him. “Save the shit Deceit, I don’t wanna hear it.”
Janus’ expression changed in the blink of an eye, going from pleading to stone cold anger. “Yknow what? Maybe Thomas was right about not wanting you around, after all, Paranoia isn’t very healthy…” he said, seething pain and irritation dripping off his tongue.
Virgil wrapped his arms around himself tightly, knowing from past experience that the grip would leave bruises, but the pain grounded him enough to help him leave his expression the same, not letting Janus have the satisfaction of knowing he got to him.
“You’re nothing but a manipulative sack of shit. I can’t believe I trusted you.” Virgil growled. The statement was only half true; Of course Janus had his moments—all of them did, inevitably, although some more than others.—but he and Remus were the first to accept him with open arms, although recent events said otherwise.
Janus scoffed at the statement, not saying anything else in response.
Virgil let go of himself, summoning a bag and shoving whatever that was nearest to him into it; A blanket, headphones, his phone, his poetry collection that consisted of Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allen Poe, and Emily Dickinson.
Janus watched silently as Virgil sunk out, not bothering to give him a second glance.
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Virgil walked through the border between the light and dark mind palace, feeling his emotions shift from completely enraged with no ending in sight to mildly irritated. His body relaxed, the released tension leaving him fatigued. His jaw unclenched and his nails found their way out of his palms.
He sighed before twisting the knob and letting himself into a world of new possibilities. He stepped one foot into the common area and all noise was stripped from the room. He found Logan on the couch, Patton asleep next to him. He heard Roman singing Hamilton from his bedroom. Logan was the first to notice his presence.
“Anxiety? It’s odd seeing you here, is there an issue?” Logan looked at him the way he looked at every other side, an impassive expression all over his face.
Virgil sat on the floor facing the couch where Logan was sitting, flipping through a “History Of NASA” magazine.
He shook his head. “I might need to stay here a while..I don’t know.” He said faintly, taking his headphones and phone out of his bag, not wanting to make eye contact.
“For what reason in particular?” Logan responded, bookmarking the page he was on and setting it down next to him.
“Deceit. He..” his voice trailed off as he stared at his phone, searching through multiple different playlists for a certain song to match his mood.
“He what?” Logan prompted, confusion in his voice.
Virgil looked up, “We got into an argument, an extremely heated one, that’s it. I don’t want to be there anymore. Can we please drop this?”
Logan nodded “Yes, Of course. I suppose I should let the others know you’re here then?” He asked.
Virgil blinked in surprise at the compliance with dropping the subject before slowly nodding a “yes”.
Logan disappeared for a minute into the hallway, leaving Virgil to his music, letting the words sink in and calm his nerves.
He reappeared once again, Virgil taking out his headphones, noticing Roman had stopped singing.
“I have let him know. I am sure that Patton is fine with you being here, so no need to worry.” Logan said.
Virgil nodded, getting up and sitting on the couch next to Logan.
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Hours passed before Roman finally left his room, coming into the common area where Patton and Virgil were watching Lion King.
“Hiya, Kiddo! Wanna join us?, we’re binge watching Disney movies” Patton said giddily, the TV illuminating his a multitude of different colors.
Roman looked to the TV, watching as Scar let go of Mufasa, and nodded. “That sounds delightful Pat, sure.” He seemed a little hesitant before sitting down beside Patton.
“Logan’s working on some big project in his room so if you’re wondering where he is that’s where” Patton clarified, hoping to ease his confusion a bit; luckily, it worked, and Roman settled into the sofa. “He also doesn’t like Disney movies” he added, giggling a bit.
Virgil stayed silent, staring at the TV; trying to make it seem as if he was focused on the movie when in reality his mind was elsewhere. Guilt coursed through his bloodstream, leaving him feeling hollow. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, the screen practically blinding him due to the darkness of the room.
It was a message from Janus. He hadn’t even been gone a day and Janus was already begging for him to come back.
“We can work this out, okay? Just come back here, it’s not safe there. You know that too.” He had written.
Virgil tried ignoring him, acting as if he’d never seen the message, god how he tried, but within seconds he found the lack of response too anxiety inducing to ignore.
He stood up, walking into the nearest room absentmindedly, and closing the door, calling Janus.
He listened to the phone ring and ring and ring until it went to voicemail. He texted Janus back, fingers flying over the screen.
“It’s a lot safer here, actually. You were wrong Janus, you have to let it go. I’m not coming back, and I don’t want to work anything out, give it up already.”
The message was a lot nicer than intended, but he sent it anyway.
Janus left him on read.
He was about to leave the room before he was struck with the sight in front of him. Silky red curtains, star decals everywhere, Disney characters plastered on the door— shit. He was in Romans room.
He would’ve laughed at the decor of the room had he not been so tense.
A knock at the door made him jump, and he opened it quickly, coming face to face with Roman.
“Do you wanna explain why you’re in my room?” He said, confusion and Irritation apparent with every word.
Suddenly, the room was spinning and nausea hit him like a truck. Too many things were happening at once. The control once ever so present in his life was slowly crumbling like sand in his hands.
Roman caught him before he fell, holding up all of his weight with ease. “Woah, hey.” he said, taken off guard. Virgil didn’t respond, couldn’t respond.
“Breathe, take deep breaths, can you do that?” Roman said
Virgil took a breath and exhaled a shuddery one, leaning against Roman, the knowledge that Princey was seeing him like this only made it worse.
“Good, that’s good. Can you do a couple more for me?” Roman cooed
Virgil repeated the cycle a few times before the room became less and less blurry and the nausea subsided slightly.
Roman led him to his bed, both of them sitting down next to eachother.
“What is going on? You just…showed up here suddenly” Roman looked away from the side next to him, his eyes fixated on the floor. He was hesitant to speak; apart from his usual cockiness, truth be told he was really afraid to say the wrong thing.
“Ja— Deceit…I left the others.”
“You..oh okay..” he said softly
“So does this mean…”
“That I’m one of you?” Virgil finished the sentence for him.
Roman nodded, looking up at him.
“I doubt you guys would want me to be.” Virgil mumbled, messing with the loose seams of his jacket.
“Hey, no. You do a great deal for us and Thomas. You mean a lot, Anxiety.” Roman responded sweetly.
“Virgil.” Virgil corrected.
“Virgil..?” Roman parroted, eyes widening a bit.
“My name, it’s Virgil.” He repeated.
While he was still weary about trusting the Others, he didn’t see the pain in telling atleast one of them his name; if he made fun of it, then so be it.
“I think that’s wonderful.” Roman said, slowly taking the other sides hand in his.
Virgil’s face heat up with surprise and happiness and he immediately hid it with his hoodie sleeve “thanks, I guess” came the muffled reply.
“You’re one of us, I’ve deemed you so, right here, right now, and if anyone has a problem with it they can talk to me” Roman said confidently, taking Virgil’s hand away from his face and kissing it.
Virgil couldn’t stop smiling and Roman loved it.
“You have a beautiful smile, Virge” Roman said, hoping to egg on the side infront of him.
Virgil practically fell apart, pulling Roman close and kissing him, smiling into it.
Roman returned the passion, holding Virgil gently as their teeth accidentally knocked together from the uncontrollable smiles.
Roman pulled them apart, forehead pressed against Virgils.
“You can stay here for as long as you need, alright?” Roman whispered.
“I could stay here forever.” Virgil responded.
‘and I will’ he thought to himself.
#I like to think that Virgil and Janus trusted eachother enough to give eachother their names idk why#I feel like it’s an emotionally intimate gesture in a way and I felt like it added onto the angst#I’m in love with writing Prinxiety sorry not sorry /lh#wanted to change how Virgil shared his name cause in canon I feel like Roman could’ve been a lot nicer soooooo#unsympathetic deceit#unsympathetic janus#unsympathetic virgil#unsympathetic anxiety#ts logan#ts logic#ts roman#ts remus#ts deceit#ts virgil#ts creativity#ts morality#ts patton#ts anxiety#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#janus sanders
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Running fingers through their hair 🤍
ft. wriothesley, alhaitham and neuvillette.
synopsis : you convince them into playing with their hair and you end up taking undue advantage of it.
warnings : implied fem!reader, pet names, mention of murder and suicide (neuvillette – no there is no angst here.).
a/n : fluff but seriously hair is so floof in genshin and i love me some domesticated content.
ALHAITHAM 🌱
"No." He crossed his arms in disapproval at your request.
"Haitham! Come on!" You begged your husband to let you run your fingers through his hair in hopes to help him unwind and relax but he was adamant not letting you.
"I am sorry [Name], but I have a meeting due in an hour with the Dendro Archon about some administrative changes and as much as I would love to catch a break, I can't as of now." He exasperated, voice laced with annoyance.
Ever since becoming the Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham had gotten just a tad bit more whinier. You weren't complaining since Alhaitham had the emotional quotient of a rock.
"Oh come on! It's still an hour away. C'mere." You patted your lap. He sighed but agreed. You found yourself combing your nifty fingers through his grey locks. They felt soft to touch. Who are you kidding, he was a well groomed gentleman despite his emotionally constipated personality.
His eyes were focused on a book he was reading, his eyes scanning the pages but his expression was relaxed. He won't admit it but he liked it. This was a simple yet intimate gesture.
You on the other hand, stared outside of the window, fingers still running through his hair. The scenery of Sumeru city stretched out far and wide for your eyes to see. The sky was beaming with light, birds were chit chatting on the tree branches and–
Snore.
Your focus gets redirected back at Alhaitham who now had the book resting on his face, his chest rising rhythmically as you heard him breathing softly.
You chuckled at the sight. He really did fall asleep. He looked so carefree when a moment ago he was complaining about meetings and work. How amusing. An idea bubbled up in your head.
When Alhaitham woke up, he realised that he had fallen asleep and hurried out of the room to meet up with Nahida in the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
"Good evening Acting Grand Sage, I was just waiting on you- pfft!" Nahida's cheeks puffed up and the little Archon started giggling.
"I am sorry for being late- wait, why are you laughing?" He tilted his expression in confusion. Could his late timing be a matter of amusement for his Archon?
"Who made two tiny ponytails in your hair using sparkly pink pyro slime hairties!" Nahida chuckled more, unable to hold her laughter.
"..." he reached up to feel the two tiny fountains of hair made by tying them up. Who could've done such a— you.
Needles to say, Alhaitham image of a big mighty serious guy in front of Nahida had now been ruined.
NEUVILLETTE 🌊
"Ma Chérie, what do you think of this case?" Neuvillette leaned back into his chair, papers spread out on his table. You picked up one of the documents and examined them.
What made you and Neuvillette a match made in heaven was that you were one of Fontaine's best lawyers and Neuvillette was the Ludex. You both would brainstorm cases together though Neuvillette always tended to quote how he is unbiased as it is his duty as the Chief Justice to not let personal feelings get in the way.
Still, you catch him staring at you during court proceedings, expression twisting and turning based on the situation out of his instinctive concern for you.
"Well, I think this is a classic murder which is being displayed to the common eye like a suicide." You sighed and put the paper back on the table, stretching your back from fatigue.
"I must say, that's quite a possibility. I'd suggest you investigate futher and seek the truth." He pondered, his gloved hand resting on his chin.
"Neuvi, can we take a break? I am tired." You slumped down in the chair across him, exhausting from the repetitive task at hand.
"Indeed. Repetition tends to tire out the mortal brain. Let's continue this after lunch." He nodded and started to sort the papers according to there designated folders.
"Can I play with your hair till you get the sorting papers thing done?" You asked him and he seemed amused at the idea. Neuvillette was never reluctant from trying out new things and gave into your small pleasures if they made you happy. "Sure."
You ran your fingers through his white locks. Honestly his hair were so beautiful, it would put women's hair to shame. Neuvillette took good care of them. You started using this opportunity to experiment different hairstyles on him.
Neuvillette glanced up, only to see his hair in a braid from his reflection in the mirror with a black ribbon in them. He stared at the braid for a good minute, "Hmm simple, practical and elegant. It's quite nice." He mused.
You were proud of yourself before Neuvillette asked if he could try hairstyles on you.
An afternoon spent with chuckles, smiles, whacky and pretty hairstyles.
WRIOTHESLEY 🧊
You watched as Wriothesley worked like a machine.
Step 1 : Grab the paperwork
Step 2 : Read and Sign it
Step 3 : Put in the "done" pile
The sounds of paper swiping and pen scribbling filled the room. You tried to entertain yourself with some novel but you could hear wriothesley grunted and groaning in annoyance.
"Y'know, the best thing is to simply not to do the work if you don't feel like it, wrio." You suggested, flipping to the next page in the novel.
"You're right. I'll settle for a nap, drink tea after I get up and then continue doing this..." he grumbled before getting up and making his way to his bed upstairs. You afte a few minutes got up and followed him.
You both laid beside eachother, under the blankets, soaking in eachother's warmth. "You joinin' me on a nap, sweetheart?" A smile crawled onto his face as he looked at you with his icy hues.
"No, I am simply here to take care of you, silly." You kissed his nose as he took your palm firmly in his and kissed the back of it, endearingly. You peppered his face with feather kisses, tousling his soft black locks earning a relaxed hum of content from him.
Wriothesley was a man of limited needs and such small moments with you were his saving grace from the buttload of prison paper work. His arm snaked around your waist as he kissed the top of your forehead before his hand rested on your cheeks, his eyes fluttering shut.
He yawned and made himself comfortable before drifting off into his well deserved nap.
But..
"Oh my god, you are associated with Sigewinne in this??" He baffled at the sight of his face covered in stickers. Melusines loved to play pranks but his own lover? Now that was some serious betrayal.
"First my back and now my face?" He stared at you, jaw dropped, wanting an explanation. You simply stifled a laugh before hearing a click.
"Sigewinne, did you just take a picture of me?? HEY! Don't run away!? [Name]! Sigewinne! You guys better delete that picture!" He chased after you two as you ran with Sigewinne in your arms. It was a moment of solace and perhaps another moment added in your archive of memories.
a/n : to say i am obsessed with domesticated genres and tropes is an understatement.
don't steal, copy, plagarize.
©definitelysel
not proof read.
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Hmm, any one notice this?
So a while ago I wrote a meta about how Stede isn’t actually oblivious to his feelings towards Ed, but I was really thinking about it at work today and honestly… Ed kind of is.
I know the running joke of Stede effortlessly being the most objectively romantic human on planet earth by sheer accident is hilarious. But did you ever notice that when Stede is actually trying to be loving on purpose, Ed Doesn’t Get it?
We can assume Stede started the ritual of them eating breakfast together cause it’s his quarters, and the intimacy of that clearly went right over Ed’s head cause he let Jack invade it without a second thought. Like Ed, honey, did the implications of a man wanting to eat breakfast with you and only you every single day seriously never register to you??
Stede plans a whole day together “treasure hunting” when he wants Ed to stay. The whole “you wear fine things well” business was pure oblivion on Stede’s part, this is him flirting. And he’s trying so hilariously hard to make this ridiculous idea work, but Ed still doesn’t get the gist. Luckily Lucius I-need-a-fucking-raise- Spriggs is here to save the day and clue Ed in to what at least this particular situation means.
…Which makes the gears clearly turning in Ed’s head during this moment absolutely precious and hilarious. Now he knows what’s going on. He sees that Stede’s excited to spend time with him in particular just like Saint Augustine, I mean a bunch more people will be also there this time, but still! And I’m sorry but the brief look of pure “Ed Exe has stopped working” when apparently the first thing Stede could think of was swimming is criminally underrated.
And look at that fond little smile it turns into, Ed knows full well that man has some cute little swim costume squirreled away somewhere ready to go after pulling an entire safari outfit out of his ass last episode 😂
Ok ok enough teasing Ed, back to the point.
We know Ed’s love language is physical touch. Stede’s is less talked about but I firmly believe his is quality time. Just like Ed is touch starved, Stede is shown to desperately want someone to spend time with. But that’s not just the way he receives love, it’s how he gives love too.
His way of saying I love you is to say “That’s me.” He’s the one who breaks the lock on his own bathroom door. He’ll be the one to show up at Ed’s restaurant and look at all the little Knick knacks in his gift shop on a slow day. Stede wants to be the one who’s there, who makes sure Ed doesn’t have to cry by himself, or feel silly about something he loves and put a lot of work into. He doesn’t ever want someone so deeply precious to him feeling as unwanted and isolated as he did back in Barabados.
And Ed ends up missing so many of these intentional gestures. Which isn’t a BAD thing, I just love all the little intricacies of two people with completely different love languages somehow making it work anyway. I think that’s part of why the bathtub scene felt so profoundly intimate, because their love languages work seamlessly together and they end up emotionally on the same page.
#ofmd#our flag means death#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#Edward teach#Blackbeard#Stede bonnet#love languages#Stede’s love language#ramblings#meta#analysis#my meta#1x07#1x08#1x06#biceratops
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You think you'll ever have kids? Uh, honestly? I, uh, thought I would've had some by now. Isabel and I, we made all these plans -- pop out three kids, watch them grow up, have kids of their own. But… Things don't always work out. Which is why you think I should make contingency plans.
| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION
4.05 - A.C.H.
In many ways, this scene illustrates perfectly how Tim and Lucy's relationship blossoms and matures in season 04. With her being his aide, it would have been so easy to fall into a trap where their bond would at best remain stagnant, at worse reverse back to their old TO/subordinate dynamic…
But it hasn't… Something has changed between them emotionally after that hug, even if they don't fully realise it. Even if it is subtle… They're somehow more at ease than before. Closer. Like partners, despite their difference in ranks… Like equals, as indicated by Lucy's presence behind the wheels, a rare occurrence.
Now this is far from the first time they talk about their personal life in the shop… That's actually the foundation of their relationship. What has started as a need for Tim to justify himself, to explain his actions to Lucy as they impacted her directly, has grown progressively into something more organic, more natural. She made him feel safe to share his feelings, his past with her and in return, he started to drop his walls. To heal.
This is a continuation of that… Only deeper. Talking about the future he once envisaged, the dreams he had of having children… His dad… The way he says he's 'living proof that some people should not be parents'… There's something extremely vulnerable in opening up about these subjects. And he does it freely now, without much hesitation or reluctance.
Lucy's glance at him displays perfectly their shorthand, how well they know each other. She doesn't have the full picture yet, but she knows enough to understand to what he is referring.
His face when she asks him if he thinks he'll ever have kids… He's completely caught off-guard. That he doesn't dismiss or deflect her question shows how much he has changed and grown. How much more laid back he now is, especially with her. Thanks to her. And the fact that he looks at her while answering… He's not hiding from her, despite the nature of the question. He could have simply answered her vaguely, but instead, he decides to share a piece of himself, giving her a far more personal answer than she probably expected. Talking about Isabel and the dreams they had… This is extremely intimate. They've come a long way since he said : 'I'm married, Officer Chen, and this isn't something you and I talk about'.
And this is so amazing to hear him mention grandchildren. It makes Lucy's casual remark about having grandkids on their second date even more significant. This is a direct callback to his dream, a way of telling him that they share the same one and they could have it together now… And it makes her gesture even more special because he looks quite resigned here, the regrets all over his face. Almost as if he feels that this has passed him by…
But this is a good segue to why he was encouraging her to go ahead with the process of freezing her eggs, as an insurance. At the time, it almost felt like he wasn't being supportive or rather, not understanding of her outrage. But he wasn't taking her Mom's side as much as he was simply speaking from his personal experience and offering her a different perspective. He simply doesn't want her to live with that regret, like he does.
And here they are now… talking about kids and grandkids, joking freely about this future. But to get there, they had to start with these little moments. That's how they built their beautiful relationship.
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Lee Know's ideal romantic type and ideal romance scenario
Date: 25.12.23 (ideal type), 28.01 (ideal romance scenario)
Deck: The Rider-Waite Tarot, Symbolon, Romantic Angels Oracle
Did he allow me to publish? - The Hierophant for ideal type (yes). He was hesistant at first, tho. 9 of Wands n The Sun for ideal romance scenario - yes
For further information about the reading structure read notes on changbin's ideal romance scenario post: link
Ideal type reading:
Lee Know's ideal type is someone very intuitive and spiritual. They have a lot of knowledge and wisdom. They can appear serene and poised. More on an introverted side.
But there's much more to them than meets the eye. In fact they are someone full of contradictions. His ideal type is someone who is bound to have many responsibilities, but striving for freedom at the same time. They are probably individualists struggling with teamwork.
His ideal type finds their life sad and unfulfilling. I think there's a possibility that they may be another idol. Cards show obsession and self-awareness around beauty, wealth, fame. They are prisoners of their own desires. They worry about their future. A feeling that everything they have is a sand castle is with them for a long time. They have been starved for love for so long, but they feel so unlovable and unsatisfied at the same time.
They feel guilty of living this way, maybe even disgusted with themselves. They feel like the life they are leading is corrupting the part of them that is pure and innocent, but they are indecisive. They don't know how to make it better.
Seriously, they are so hard on themselves it was hard to make, continue reading. I feel loneliness, guilt, worry, and lack of hope. It's so heavy.
His ideal type may seem like a person disconnected from this world. Untouchable, but fragile.
Taurus, Venus characteristics influence: stable, sensual, loyal, beauty, harmony, luxury, finer things in life, possessiveness, down to earth.
Virgo, Mercury characteristics influence: analytical, practical, orderal, communicative, detail-oriented
Ideal romance scenario:
Lee Know felt happiness that was his only. He did not wish to share it with others. Because it was solely his.
The happiness from finding them was the most intense emotion he had ever felt. It was so strong it made him look almost apathetic and disconnected from the world. No one knew and no one was allowed to know what or who was in Minho's thoughts.
He felt an almost greedy need to make them his own. He wanted to possess them fully and make a relationship with them the most intimate one, where they both will be full of each other.
That is when Minho decided to make a slow, but steady move to communicate them warily about his serious feelings towards them. Their mysterious appearance made it hard to see through them, but...
He got approved. But he also worked for his happiness everyday. He felt the need to prove himself to them. Small gestures, habits and routines make their world emotionally stable and secure. Minho did everything that in his mind man should do to make his other half happy and content with this arrangement.
His manifestation slowly was becoming his truth. He became immersed in the feelings. Passion was overflowing. Lee Know didn't know where they were going with this. What is the purpose or destination? It was as if they were in a car at full speed without any breaks driving in the direction of the setting sun. And he didn't want to stop.
He wished they could be like this forever.
Seriously, Lee Know's ideal type reading was the one I was overthinking the most. The result is so... It's even hard to put in words.
But it made me think more about Minho's situation and his overall personality.
#stray kids tarot#skz tarot#stray kids lee know tarot#skz lee know tarot#lee know tarot#lee minho tarot
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The Actress
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Author’s note: hehe
Summary: Red carpet interviews with Joel
Warnings: talk of an intimate scene, idiots in love, Joel Miller being a wife guy, PDA
You're walking the red carpet for the premiere of your and Ryan's movie Hyde when you recognize one of your favorite interviewers. She's done a few interviews with you in the past, and she always asks unhinged or extremely thought-provoking questions; that's why she's one of your favorites. You gradually approach her, snapping pictures with Ryan and Joel along the way, and hug her.
"Oh, my God, hi! How are you?" You ask, and Rosie smiles.
"I'm good. How are you? You look stunning."
"I was literally just about to tell you the same thing. This blue dress is everything." You gesture to her beautiful baby blue dress, and she does a little pose for the camera, much to your excitement.
"Thank you! Alright, I've got some questions for you. Are you ready?" She asks.
"Always."
"Hyde has garnered a lot of online discourse about parenthood and the choice of having and raising a baby or seeking other options. When you read the script, what were your initial thoughts?"
"I thought it was an amazing script, and I knew it was an important story to tell, so I'm glad it's getting people to talk! Amber and Nick's relationship and decisions are so nuanced and complex, and I think it would be a disservice to the story if we didn't talk about it. But yeah, I remember being excited and a little nervous, but I knew I wanted to do it." You say.
"That's amazing! Okay, what was the hardest scene to film and why?" She asks, and you sigh as you bite your thumbnail.
"Probably the hospital scene. I won't give any spoilers, but that was a really, really long and emotionally taxing day. And Ryan couldn't even be on set that day because he'd start crying or I'd see him, and I'd just want him to be next to me, but that's not what the scene called for, so they literally closed set and told him he couldn't be there which was really hard for both of us. He's like my big brother, so it was difficult to do that without him, but afterward, he gave me the biggest hug, which was so nice."
"Speaking of Ryan, one of the parts of the movie that everybody is talking about is the cabin scene," she says, and you laugh. "What was it like to film that with him?"
"It was really strange! We've been friends for so long, so when we read that part of the script, we were definitely taken aback by it. We both spoke with his wife, Carolina, who's also an actor, before production about it, and at this point, I hadn't met Joel, so I was single, but she was so welcoming and knew it was just work. We also had an amazing intimacy coordinator, Tanya Reid, who guided us through every step and made sure we were taken care of. It really was a good experience, and I felt safe with him, and he felt safe with me, so that's really the only thing I can ask for."
"That's so sweet!" Rosie says, and you nod.
"Yeah, I'm really lucky to have gotten such a positive experience with someone I love so much."
"Okay, I have one more question for you."
"Hit me with it."
"Who's the better kisser? Ryan or Joel?" She asks, and your jaw drops.
"This is a horrible question!" You laugh.
"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."
"No, I'm a goddamn professional," you purse your lips together as you think. "I'm going to say Joel because I haven't had to kiss Joel on a sound stage in front of a crew of about thirty people yet."
"Yet?" She asks, and you shrug as you glance back at where Joel is waiting for you.
"Well, he likes to come to set with me, and sometimes we'll need extras, and then he gets roped in, so I just have a feeling that it'll happen one day."
"So, you're telling me Joel Miller is doing non-union work on projects with you?"
"He actually said something about joining the union the other day, and I was like, "You've been in, like, three things. Please calm down." But yeah, I'm gonna go with Joel. Not that either of them are bad kissers! It's just weird to kiss Ryan at work and then go out to dinner with him and his wife, y'know? I think I'll stick with my own guy." You say as Joel walks over, hearing his name.
"Talkin' bout me?" He asks, kissing your cheek. He introduces himself to Rosie with a strong handshake and a gorgeous smile, that impeccable southern charm making an appearance.
"We were talking about how you're working on your EGOT status with all your non-union work." You say, and he laughs.
"Well, together, we've got, like, three-fourths of an EGOT."
"That's true."
"Joel, what do you think about all this?" Rosie asks, gesturing around at the event. "I mean, your girlfriend is pretty cool."
"Everythin' she does is pretty cool. I'm very lucky to have her in my life and to watch her thrive as an artist. I mean, there's nothin' better than watchin' your partner be happy, y'know?" He says, and you smile. “She’s also smokin’ hot. I mean, just look at her.”
“Joel!” You slap his chest.
“Do a spin! Show off the look!” He encourages you, grabbing your hand and raising it over your head. You oblige and spin under his arm. Joel wolf whistles in response, making you laugh, and fall into him. You two are the picture of domestic bliss: his arm wrapped around your waist and your hand on his chest, big smiles on both your faces.
“Well, you two are the internet’s favorite couple so we hope you guys have an amazing night. Congratulations on Hyde hitting theaters.” Rosie says, and you hug her.
“Thank you, sweetheart! Have a good night!” You say as you grab Joel’s hand. He uses his other one to shake Rosie’s hand one more time before walking the rest of the carpet with your guy.
#one for the money two for the show#rockstar!joel miller#tlou au#rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
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fairy tail rarepair headcannons
gratsu: so much CHEMISTRY. fighting as flirting. smirking so much their faces hurt. lots of pda. BEAUTIFUL.
navia: origin story would be great. juvia getting over gray and moving on to natsu but healthy crush not obsession! she learnt what she did wrong with gray and is going to actually try to get natsu to go out with her. cue obviously in love juvia and oblivious natsu.
jerza: slow burn childhood friends to lovers. classic trope of 'he is the only one who can make her feel emotions'. fantastic.
stingue: opposites attracting. dark rain cloud and sunshiney rainbow. emotionally mature.
lolu: loke is a playboy but lucy has captured his heart. cue loke trying to win over lucy with romantic gestures. she always blushes but refuses to admit that it works. they start dating, everyone in the guild teases lucy about dating her contractually bound spirit. they call her kinky, and she hates it.
chendy: gals being pals. they are best friends with crushes on each other. they don't confess because they're scared they'll be rejected. but chelia works up the nerve to tell wendy, and they start dating immediately. they hold hands all the time. wendy takes the first step to kiss chelia on the cheek. they are adorable and in love and it's great.
lygray: okay i LOVE their brotherly relationship like so much BUT I can totally see them as exes. like at some point in the past, when they're both not in the best headspace and in need of companionship, gray was like "what if we sort of dated? shut up, I don't mean that I like you or anything but why don't we try out a more intimate relationship that what we have now?" for weeks, he had been feeling lonely, and when he saw couples in public, he felt jealous that they had someone they were so close to. so he takes a while but finally asks lyon if he wants to do something like that (while blushing so much, he looks like he's on fire) lyon had the exact same feeling of loneliness and they're definitely each other's last resorts, but after all the blushing and humiliation, lyon begrudgingly agrees. also they can both admit that the other is decent looking. they're not exactly dating? more like they're just closer than they used to be. like they'll hold hands sometimes (in private, they're way too embarrassed to do anything in public) and they start sleeping in the same bed either after one of them has a bad nightmare, or if one of them felt really lonely and depressed sleeping in an empty bed and wanted someone there. they don't really want to kiss each other but they figure that since everything else felt nice, maybe kissing would too. they also really wanted to be close with each other and this seemed like the natural next step in their situation. so they try to kiss but it doesn't work cause it feels too weird kissing someone who used to be like a brother to you. because of that, they break up and decide to stay brothers cause they just work better like that. but they really enjoyed how close they were (that's why they stayed together in the first place) so they just continue those tendencies and it becomes second nature. like when they hang out, even if their friends are there, they'll just instinctively hold hands without even noticing. and when lyon and gray are travelling together or sleeping in the same room, they'll just sleep in the same bed without saying anything. sometimes, lyon will lightheartedly tease gray about it, “remember that time you asked me out?” gray always gets really blushy and embarrassed. “it’s not like it was just me, you’re the one who agreed!” and one day, after a hard-earned battle, they’re both pretty roughed up and hurt but lyon is way more hurt than gray. lyon is resting on a bed and gray’s sitting next to lyon cause he’s worried about him. lyon croaks out “remember when you thought it was a good idea for us to date?” gray just smiles and says “yeah, i remember” cause he’s glad lyon feels well enough to joke. lyon isn’t looking at him when he says “you were right. it was a good idea.” gray glances at lyon and sees the small smile on his face and says “yeah, it really was.”
#fairy tail#gratsu#lygray#navia#jerza#chendy#stingue#rarepair#fairytailrarepairs#how obvious is it that i love the idea of lyon and gray together lol#jerza isn't a rarepair but i wanted to include my thoughts on it so#lolu#wtf is grayon i'm calling them lygray
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No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader
Summery: Reader comes to admit their feelings to themself. Then Hunter goes to reader's house for comfort after finding out some damned truths.
tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 16. Breakdowns.
wc: 1.3k
Chapter Eleven
Master List | Chapter One
I was able to keep in contact with Hunter better now that he had a Penstagram. His typing…was still slow…and he made a lot of mistakes, but I didn’t mind. He even sent me pictures of him with his palismen. Well less of him, and more just his palismen but whatever.
Communication with him still wasn’t perfect. He could go for a few days before responding, but I knew he was busy, being a coven guard and all.
I sat in the living room of my house, on a crow call with Iris. Momma was off at work, and mom was baking a krying cake.
“So,” Iris trailed off. “What ever happened to that Hunter guy?”
You see, I’ve been so busy with Hunter and Luz and that group of friends, I haven’t hung out with Iris or Damek much since…well since Luz joined Hexside. Which I felt bad about, but my life has been so hectic with everything I didn’t have much time. I talked with them yesterday and they mentioned that they didn’t mind, and that we all need to hang out again soon and go over things that happened to us. But Iris wanted some details now apparently.
“Oh,” I replied, not expecting that question. “Hahaha, about that…we got pretty close. Also turns out he’s the Golden Guard and he’s caused some problems, but against the odds we’re still friends.”
“Oooo!” Iris exclaimed. “Frienemies to lovers who?”
“H-hold on!” I exclaimed back, feeling myself fluster. “Where did the lovers part come in?”
“Don’t think I didn’t see Willow’s Penstagram post,” She huffed. “You two were awfully close…physically and apparently emotionally too.”
“I-wha!” I stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation. “We were all close in that photo!”
“With the matching face paint?” Iris said, her voice deadpan. “Aaaaaand Damek told me he saw you kiss Hunter's cheek at the club fair…”
“Oh Titan,” I groaned, sprawling on the couch. “I-it was a friendly gesture! F…friends do that…totally.”
“Then why haven’t you kissed me on the cheek?” Iris asked, and I could just picture the smug smile on her face.
“Your…I…I don’t know,” I deflated.
“You are down horrendous and you don’t even know,” She said with a slight laugh.
“Shut up, I am not,” I defended. But…thinking back on how much I care for Hunter, and how happy he made me feel. And how I actually haven’t felt this way towards anyone else before…Iris is right. I felt so comfortable with Hunter and…all the intimate moments we shared. “Okay maybe I am.”
Iris laughed, “That’s so sweet!!”
“He, uh, he made a Penstagram account,” I started. “So now we can check up on each other when we can’t meet in person. One time we didn’t see each other for a month straight…”
“And it gets cuter!” Iris squealed. “You need to confess already!”
“Why me?” I asked. “I don’t think I could do that.”
“Well I don’t know Hunter that well,” Iris started. “But he doesn’t seem the type to have the confidence for that.”
“And I seem like the type?” I questioned incredulously.
“Well I didn’t think you’d be bold enough to kiss someone either sooo,” Iris replied simply.
“It was only on the cheek!” I exclaimed. “And…I don’t know, it just felt right at that moment.”
Suddenly I heard a rapid knock at the front door. I looked out the window and I noticed it was really dark out.
“I don’t mean to cut this short,” I pipped up as Mama went to answer the door. “But it's getting late, let's talk again soon, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Iris agreed. “Have a nice night.”
“You too,” I replied before hanging up.
Sitting up on the couch, I went to stand up, only to see Momma leading a disheveled Hunter into the room. I perked up as she sat him on the couch and rushed into the kitchen. Hunter was hyperventilating, his eyes puffy from crying. I felt my heart sink as I knew something was very wrong.
“He knows,” Hunter wailed, putting his head in his hands. “He knows, and I know, and he knows that I know.”
Having no context to the situation, I didn’t know what to say. I scooted closer to him and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around him. Momma quickly rushed back in with a cup of tea, I took it from her with a shaky smile and set it on the koffee table. Momma looked at me with concern and I shrugged. She nodded before walking away hesitantly.
“Hunter,” I softly spoke, hoping to not alarm him. He only grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Grabbing his hands, I tried to get him to clutch to me instead, to get his attention in some way. “Hunter, look at me.”
Slowly, his tear soaked gaze met my concerned one, “I want you to take deep breaths with me, okay sweetheart?” He clutched my hands a little stronger and I took that as a sign of him agreeing. I took in a deep breath, keeping my eyes glued to Hunter’s, “In, two, three, four.” Breathing out I continued, “Out, two, three, four.” I continued this until Hunter’s breathing finally calmed down. I brushed my thumb against his fingers, waiting to see if he would say something first. And surprisingly he did.
“B-belos…” Hunter stuttered, looking to the side in fear. “He…I…Luz and I were transported into Belos’ mind. I-I was just trying to stop this group from performing the spell, but Luz got in the way and poof!” Hunter laughed slightly hysterically. “And-and there was this monster, and we had to hide, but we had to go through his memories. I felt awful, but then we found out about how he was planning something. And…” Hunter brought our intertwined hands to his face. “(Y/n) I’m…I’m a Grimwalker, I’m…I don’t know. I’m not the first, I’m just a clone.”
My eyes widened at the revelation. It didn’t change my thoughts of Hunter, I don’t know why it would, but it seemed to devastate Hunter. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to find out you were a clone, grimwalker as he said. An artificial witch.
“Hey,” I said, gaining his attention. “You’re still you. You’re Hunter, my friend. And a player of the Emerald Entrails. A dork who likes history books and is slow with technology.”
Looking to the side, he whispered, “It’s not just that. The day of Unity…it’s…he’s planning on wiping out witch kind.”
I felt dread overtake me at that. Fear started to creep up through my veins but I tried to stay strong.
“And he saw us,” Hunter continued. “He saw me, he…I can’t go back. He’s going to come after me.”
Releasing his hands, I rested my hands on his cheeks instead, pulling his face close to mine, “You can stay here. He’ll get you over my dead body.”
Hunter shook his head vehemently, closing his eyes tight causing tears to trickle down, “No! I won’t put you in danger because of me.”
Wiping the tears with my thumbs, I cooed out, “Hunter he won’t find you here. He doesn’t know you’re friends with me. And besides, you really think I’m going to let you walk away now?”
Hunter held me in a bone crushing hug, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him closer if that was even possible. I rubbed his back, my nails slightly scratching against the fabric of his clothes.
The sound of the front door opening alerted us and Hunter visibly tense. Mom came into the living room, the sounds of bags rustling as she set them down by us.
“Hey sweetie,” Mom said softly. “Momma called and told me the situation, so I stopped at the night market on my way home and bought some clothes.”
Love overwhelmed me at how caring my moms were and I smiled, “Thanks mom, it means a lot.”
“Of course,” She nodded. “But you kids should head to bed soon, it’s really late.”
“Okay,” I nodded. Mom patted my head before walking off. “C’mon Hunter, you should change and let's head to bed.”
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#toh#the owl house#toh hunter#hunter toh#the golden guard#golden guard#x reader#toh hunter x reader#hunter toh x reader#the golden guard x reader#golden guard x reader
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god i am just so fucking tired of these supposed clear and perfect lines between platonic and romantic love i'm so tired of everyone just somehow knowing in their heads how they feel about their close ones i'm so tired of everyone knowing exactly what box everyone belongs in to them i am so. fucking. tired of romantic love being a thing that you just "know". maybe i've felt deeper feelings because i've been closer and more emotionally intimate with some people but to say that that would be romantic love feels absurd to me. i've never wanted to be married i've never understood love. i'm so tired of feeling like the way i view love is wrong and different because the lines between romantic and platonic are so blurred and i just have to exist in that liminal space. i hate that some of what most people view as only romantic gestures or parts of romantic love are things i don't immediately view as romantic and i start to hate myself for not wanting traditional romantic love but also not exclusively wanting traditional platonic love i'm so TIRED of pretending that we all see love the same way because surely we don't. surely love isn't the same for everyone. but we're still led to believe it is with these cages we stuff it in, it's like love exists in a vacuum and that it isn't a human experience with every single person experiencing it differently. love is alienating when you don't feel it the way you should. the way everyone else apparently does. it's so hard to firmly believe love can't be like that for everyone there's no way everyone on earth "just knows" but also seemingly it being exactly like that. everyone "just knows". their system of working out exactly how they feel about other people and how that feeling fits into certain perfect sets of rules and regulations just works on its own. just like that and i'm so tired of it i'm so tired of having a warped view of love where it doesn't have limits or boxes and it's a mess of everything all at once god i'm just tired of thinking about love and not just feeling it
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I don’t think the irene thing was unavoidable but I do think it would need a complex solution. My garrance idea was a simple solution, y’know one argument and they realize ‘oh hey wait a minute. Something’s not right here.’
Garroth’s reasoning for joining Zane is that he believes the people he puts so much of himself into don’t trust him anymore. Zane and Lillian emotionally manipulate him into thinking this. Except I think that this should’ve been their undoing. Zane and Lillian do not care about Aphmau or Laurence the way Garroth does, nor do they know either of them so intimately. They wouldn’t worry on any of the little things.
That should’ve been what screwed them, because not everyone shows their trust through major gestures. So, maybe Garroth still has a few doubts, not big ones, not enough to destabilize him without outside influence. But they’re all telling him that maybe Zane and Lillian are wrong about them. And then something happens, like Laurence coming to him after a night terror about the nether. To Zane/Lillian, that’s nothing. That’s Laurence acting like a child.
Except Garroth would know exactly what Laurence wants after one of those: safety. He would want to be around someone who made him feel safe, who wouldn’t make him tell them what he saw but would listen if he felt the need to. Someone he could trust to protect him.
No, that one thing wouldn’t be enough to fully switch Garroth, but it would still feed the doubts holding him back. What I think would fully turn him against Zane and Lillian is when they try to go a few steps too far, and go from just trying to convince him they don’t trust him to making him think they don’t care about him at all. It’s not as slow and methodical as the first time, because now they think they’ve got Garroth ensnared. They think that there’s no way he’ll turn against them, now all they need to do is get rid of his hesitation over harming then. Except they were wrong. Garroth wasn’t fully convinced they were right, and now that sudden change in words, without the evidence they had last time? Zane is up to his old manipulative tricks. He’s lying like he always does.
yeah garroth simply felt betrayed. he wasn’t exactly angry just in emotional pain and once he realised zane was involved with lillian he really should’ve put two and two together as zane doesn’t care for him the same way that laurence and aphmau do
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Valentines Day 2023.
Hello dear old blog,
it’s been a cool minute since I've written on this vlog so let’s see what's going on with my past self. Since my last vlog a lot has happened, a lot always happens to me when I least expect it. It’s currently 3:33pm on a Wednesday, February 22, 2023. Yes it's my birthday but that's not why I’m writing a post (separate log in for birthday day). I’m writing a post because I’m reminiscing of my first official valentines day with Marco. Yes we are still together by some miracle and we finally had a valentines day together. We’ve been together for almost 2 months now and things seem to be going well. I’ve been staying at his place pretty much since we got together so it’s weird because I haven't been home for a while.
We’ve butted heads a couple of times while I've stayed here but we made a promise to always work it out no matter what and it’s working good so far.
Valentines day this year was unforgettable for many reasons. For one, I received flowers and balloons from my boyfriend and it felt great. It was a moment of love because the gesture was sincere and seeing him smile coming in with all that made my heart bloom so much. I just got him Lindt chocolate and a card of tomatoes because he likes tomatoes but I wrote a message in it. That day was also unforgettable because we had really really passionate sex, I mean we always do but it felt extra special on valentines day. We went back to back even after he got out of the shower, he came straight to me and didn't even bother to put on clothes. Man he’s so hot and I'm lucky to have him lol. It's just been nice so far to be able to connect with him in every possible way not just sexually. I’m learning more about him by being with him everyday. I get worried from time to time about our relationship and where it's headed but I’m also happy for the most part because I finally have him all to myself.
I’ve had more emotionally intimate moments with him this time around and I feel as if our souls are actually connected. At least from my end that’s how I feel.
I love this man so much and I’m glad he’s still a part of my life, regardless of every obstacle that has been put in our way.
So I guess I can confidently say valentines this year was a success and I’m glad to have spent it with him.
Blog ends at 3:47PM.
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You were sick of people making assumptions about your relationship with Kiyoomi just because of his demeanour. Exhausted and angry, you had needed to snap at yet another person you considered a friend for their needless comment about him.
It is a fact, as true as the grass is green, that Kiyoomi loves you. He adores you. You know it and he knows it, that is what’s most important. Even still, you can’t help but be bothered by outside opinions, especially when it concerns him, because they were always wrong.
People think that affection is your partner being handsy and clingy, 'oh he can't keep his hands off you', and maybe for some that is true. But Kiyoomi shows his feelings for you in other ways, different ways. Ways only you would understand. Rather than physically affectionate, you would describe your boyfriend as emotionally intimate.
He accepts you wholly as you are and loves you for it. He knows all your quirks, the food you’re picky about, the things that make you happiest, the songs that make you cry the most, your favourite outfits, the brand of your skin care products, family birthdays and appointments and holidays. Things that other men might’ve deemed unnecessary to know, Omi knows.
And even more frustrating is the fact that he does touch you. You may be the one person he touches without restraint or caution. Touching you is freeing to him. Having dealt with health anxiety since he was a child and though he has grown from it, even after years of therapy he will still be avoidant of casual touching and crowds of people. He still tenses up if someone coughs, or doesn’t wash their hands in a restroom, and he doesn’t like touching door handles but he’s better. He’s good.
He’s touching you right now, actually. He has taken your hand into his and tangled your fingers together in a comforting gesture as you try to calm yourself. Seated across from you, your ‘friend’ is looking affronted at your tone with them and they tell you as much.
"If you don’t want people to be upset with you you could try not being such a bitch," you snap sharply. Even your boyfriend’s gentle coaxing couldn’t quell your anger, not this time.
"I do not ‘put up’ with Omi," you squeeze his hand tightly and hope he knows you’re addressing the insecurities that he holds, too. "On the contrary, it’s actually Omi that often has to ‘put up’ with me, he also has to ‘put up’ with idiots like you giving their two cents when nobody asked for it"
The table remains silent while you notice some other customers at the restaurant are looking over and whispering amongst each other. Feeling self conscious you abruptly push your chair back, wooden legs scraping along the tiled floor. The sound causes everyone to wince and Omi gets up with you, still not letting go of your hand as he places some money on the table.
"For our meals," he clarifies before nodding at you to indicate he was happy to leave. You exit the restaurant together, though not before smiling at the waiter at the door in both a thanks and an apology.
As you walk side by side, Omi lifts your interlinked hands and kisses the back of yours tenderly. "You didn’t have to do that, you know," he murmurs.
Still a little irritable from the encounter you feel your anger flare up again at the notion that he could’ve just sat and endured it. Not wanting to inflict your bad mood on him you inhale deeply, calming yourself.
Repeating his action you kiss the back of his hand, pausing beside him to cradle his cheek and kiss his lips once, twice, before pulling back. You rub your thumb against the pink warmth blooming along his face.
"Omi," you start, tongue swiping your bottom lip in thought as you try to find the right words. "Look, I didn’t confront them because I felt I had to, I did it because I wanted to—"
"—I’m sick of people misunderstanding you and painting you in a bad light because of it. And I don’t like that it has happened to you so much that you’re just ‘used to it'"
You glance down at your interlinked hands, examining the small faint scars he'd gained as a child when his compulsive hand washing was at its worst. The sight makes you emotional, makes you hurt for him.
“You’re so good to me Omi,” you tell him, voice still trembling despite your efforts. “You take such good care of me, I feel so loved and seen when I’m with you. You make me laugh all the time. You care about the things I say. You watch over me when I’m sick—"
"You’re everything I ever wanted, and I will not let anyone mistreat you or amplify your insecurities. Alright?”
Kiyoomi covers the hand on his cheek with his own, coaxing you to look back at him. His expression is elated as he leans into your touch. “Alright,” he breathes fondly.
“I’ve never been able to say no to you, anyway”.
You let out a choked, wet laugh and feel a little embarrassed at how impassioned you’d gotten just now.
"You know, you’re kind of sexy when you’re angry," he smirks, guiding you into his chest so he can tightly embrace you.
"Angry at anyone but me, that is"
"Shut up," you laugh, tightening your arms around his waist. He kisses the crown of your head and you both stand off to the side of the street for a few moments, just holding each other. Eventually, he pulls back and glances down at you.
"Let’s go home, love"
#next person to call omi cruel or say that he wouldnt be nice to his partner is catching hands#specifically my hands#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader
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pairing: james bucky barnes x male reader
req: yes | wc: 1.37 | cw: enemies to lovers, slight nsfw ending, swearing | 16+
anon: Can you write an enemies to lovers with Bucky Barnes and male reader with a slight nsfw? 👉👈❤ (if not then just an enemies to lovers👉👈❤)
a/n: enemies to lovers are amazing but hard to write
James Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier and bane of your existence.
You don’t know just why you hated him; in fact, you had some similarities, yet he still managed to piss you off just by breathing.
Everything about him was so damn irritating.
You’re sure he hated you too, but he never showed it as much as you did. You suppose that’s one of the ways he wins your arguments, he’s always calmer than you, less affected. He makes your blood boil but you can barely even make him mad.
Pathetic, really.
“What are you doing here?” You just wanted to train, you just wanted to go to the gym and work out in peace. Was that too much to ask for?
“Can’t I workout?” He responds with a roll of his eyes.
You despised that. Still, you had no real excuse to kick him out of the gym, nor did you want to leave just because of his presence.
As you do your thing, your weights, you can feel his stare on your back.
“What the fuck do you want, Barnes?” It’s until he’s looked you up and down that he snaps out of it. However, this time, unlike other times, he looks ashamed.
But he still bites his damn lip. “Spit it out.”
He looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Spit what out?” His voice doesn’t give you any hints as to what he feels, and shit, you hate it.
“Whatever you have to say.”
He scoffs, “I have nothing to say.”
“Clearly, you do.” He groans frustratingly, pissed off by your bullshit. Still, he says nothing, gives you no insult, doesn’t tell you how angry he is.
“I don’t.” Even if he doesn’t voice it, his actions say everything. “Look, if my presence bothers you that much, I’ll just leave.”
“Good!”
“Good.”
“It’s his damn stare, Sam.”
“I know, right?!” Sam laughs. The Falcon had as much of a grudge as you did with Bucky, except they could cooperate with each other much better than you could. Still, you bonded over it.
“But, be honest with me, (y/n). It’s not just the stare, is it?” His tone is suggestive, in a flirty kind of way. You’re repulsed at the thought of being intimate with the Winter Soldier, but as much as you despise him, your chest also warms up. You hope for hatred.
“What ever do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” He replies. The warmth in your chest increases.
“Shut up, Sam.”
“Come on!” He gives you an accusatory look, with a smirk that you want to punch off his face. Why is Sam your friend, again? “He pisses you off on a whole nother level than he pisses me off. Even I can tell.”
“Ugh, well…” You began relaying everything you hated about him and what he did.
He was serious and headstrong, although humorous and reckless at the same time. All the things you hated about him were silly, but dammit you would stick with them.
His vibranium arm, it felt like a cheat code. You’re sparring, he beats you, you’re arm wrestling, he refuses to use his normal arm, you’re arguing, he threatens to slap you with it. It’s all because of his damn powerful arm.
At times when his voice is so expressionless, yet his face gives away everything. If he’s going to glare at you, he might as well straight up tell you everything he feels about you.
The way he bit his lip when he was holding back an insult, you just wanted him to say it. What’s holding him back? Is it that bad that he thinks it’s going to affect you?
And most of all, his stare. You hadn’t noticed it since Sam brought it up but every time you noticed it, it never failed to anger you. Without fail, he looks you up and down, sizing you up as if you were about to throw hands; hell, you wanted to throw hands.
“(y/n), buddy, pal, dude... I’m pretty sure that’s sexual tension.”
“What the fuck, Sam?”
“Hey!” He raises his hands in a surrender motion. “I hate the guy too, but that’s a different kind of stare. He’s checking you out.”
“Sam-”
“Ey, ey, hear me out here.” The statement is usually followed up by a lengthy and logical explanation, but Sam isn’t the most logical of people. He puts his hands on your shoulders as if he’s about to tell you his whole life story before saying, “You’re emotionally constipated.”
“Sam!” You groan.
He gives you an all-knowing look. “You know it’s true.”
You roll your eyes, shake off his hands and walk out the room angrily. As you do, Sam shouts at you, “You can’t run from the truth, (y/n)!”
You don’t know how you ended up here. You don’t know when you and Barnes got so close that you could see every little detail of his face. You don’t know why you needed to be up in his face in the first place.
All you knew was that you were angry and you wanted to punch the Winter Soldier.
“It’s not my fault you pushed me under a literal bus!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a literal supersoldier!”
This was why you shouldn’t be put in the same mission without a mediator, hell, just together! If it wasn’t for his mistakes, and if it wasn’t for yours, the mission would’ve been fulfilled.
Any other person would’ve been good for the job.
At some point, he slapped you - with his non-metal arm. At some point, you balled up his shirt and pulled him towards you so that you scream in each other’s faces even closer.
At some point, you stopped shouting.
Your talk earlier that week with Sam sprung back into your mind. God, that motherfucker was right. Bucky glanced down, at your lips. His eyes snapped up to your eyes just as quick but they kept trailing down then back up.
Normally, this would’ve pissed you off, but at the moment, you were doing the same thing.
“Fuck.” He mutters. The movement of his lips causes them to brush against yours… this was torture, it really was. You wanted to lean forward, kiss him; every fiber of your being told you to pull away, but everything told you to lean in at the same time.
“Fucking kiss me, coward.” That was your pushing point.
Despite you initiating the kiss, he kisses you with a fervor surely fueled by his anger. You don’t know how long it lasts, but by the time you pull apart, you’re both desperate for air.
“I like you, you idiot.” Bucky’s voice is softer now. His eyebrows furrow, though the gesture is no longer irritating to look at.
Instead of giving a reply, you kiss him again. His lips are gentle and tender, yet they’re chapped at the same time. It’s not a nice texture to be kissing, but you weren’t being nice either.
As you get lost into the kiss, your grip on his shirt falters. He takes both your hands, delicately, and brings them together to hook around his waist. His own settle on your hair, tugging you as close to him as possible.
“Do you like me too?” He sounds desperate.
“I-” Your chest warms up, like it always does around him; and fuck, you realize it’s not anger, but attraction. He looks absolutely beautiful. “Does the kissing not tell you enough?”
“No,” He doesn’t banter with you. “tell me how you feel.”
Your heart tells you yes, your brain tells you yes, you like him and you want him. “I like you.”
Bucky smiles genuinely, but it’s not long before his face changes entirely. His eyes are half-lidded, and he smiles lazily yet playfully as he hooks a leg around your hip and pulls you closer to him. The grunt you let out as your pelvises press against each other only spurs him on.
The only space between you two is now between your lips, but he’s soon to seal that too.
Neither of you care that you’re at an alleyway out in public, despite that, neither of you bother to move.
He wants your right here, right now, and nothing’s stopping him.
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You might be aromantic if
I realised that the original post by the anagnori tumblr can no longer be located... This resource has been invaluable to me for years and I feel like it should be preserved. I’m glad that I copy pasted this list many years ago and I hope to continue to keep this resource available for all who need it.
This is a list of some common experiences that aromantic people share and is by no means a checklist that decides if you’re aromantic or not. Your sexual/romantic orientation is only your business and only you can decide how you identify. This list is just meant to help and nothing more!
When you discovered the word “aromantic,” it felt like something finally clicked into place for you.
Identifying as aromantic makes you feel relieved, free, happy, or more like yourself.
When you discovered the concept of a “squish” suddenly a lot of things made more sense to you.
You have trouble telling the difference between romantic and friendly feelings.
You’ve never had a crush on someone, or fallen in love.
You’re not sure if you’ve ever had a crush on someone or fallen in love.
You have trouble telling the difference between a crush and a squish, or between romantic and aesthetic/sexual/sensual attraction.
You have doubted whether crushes or love really exist, or if they’re just cultural constructs.
You find romance boring, annoying or upsetting when it appears in fiction, even if it’s written well.
You once thought that having a crush on someone meant you admired them or really wanted to be their friend.
You thought crushes were something you consciously decided to have, and selected an acquaintance or celebrity to be your crush, because everyone else was doing it.
You forgot which acquaintance or celebrity you were supposed to have a crush on.
If you’re not asexual, a “friends with benefits” relationship sounds ideal to you.
You have trouble relating, or feeling involved, when your friends discuss their romantic relationships or romantic feelings.
Falling in love doesn’t seem very exciting to you.
You don’t understand why other people make such a big deal out of having crushes or falling in love.
You don’t understand why people do ridiculous, irrational or over-the-top things in the name of love.
You don’t understand why finding someone sexually/aesthetically attractive would lead you to want a committed relationship with them.
Or, maybe you sort of understand those things in an abstract way, but you can’t really relate to them.
You have never had a romantic relationship - not because you couldn’t get one, but because you just never really bothered to try, or you liked being single better.
When a romantic relationship gets serious, it makes you feel cold, distant or uncomfortable.
Getting a romantic partner feels more like fulfilling an obligation, or something you’re supposed to do, than something you’re really enthusiastic about.
Your romantic partners always seem to be way more into the lovey-dovey stuff than you are.
A likable person suggests having a romantic relationship with you, and you’re indifferent to it - you’re open to trying it, but you won’t get disappointed without it. Other people may find your indifference bizarre or think you’re giving off mixed messages.
You have felt guilty about not loving your romantic partner as much as they loved you, even though you sincerely cared about them and wanted to love them back.
You have felt suffocated, repressed or tense in a romantic relationship, even though you really liked your partner and they hadn’t done anything wrong.
When your last romantic relationship ended, you felt relieved and free more than you felt sad, even if your partner broke it off, and even if you liked them very much as a person.
You’re more excited by making a new best friend than by falling in love.
You wouldn’t mind marrying your best friend and spending your life with them, even though you’re not in love with them.
You’d rather spend Friday night having a sleepover party with your buddies than going out on a date.
You want a best friend much more than you want a romantic relationship.
It’s not so much the idea of being single forever that bothers you, so much as being alone or unwanted.
You are either oblivious to other people flirting with you, or feel uncomfortable or threatened by it.
You are sometimes perceived as flirtatious when you only meant to be friendly.
You live in a large community and see or meet hundreds of people around your age every year, but none of them have ever stirred romantic feelings in you.
You recognize whether something is romantic or not by comparing it to other gestures, words and signals that your culture has taught you are romantic, rather than “feeling” the romance of it intuitively.
When you say or do romantic things, it feels like you’re following a script or copying romantic things you’ve seen elsewhere, rather than something spontaneous and natural to you.
When thinking about what sort of person you’d want to date, your criteria are identical to what you would want from a best friend.
The main benefit you get from a romantic relationship is either platonic, sensual, sexual, or a combination of those; the romantic aspect is okay but it’s not really the part you like most.
You have trouble imagining romantic activities that you would enjoy, unless those activities are also fun or interesting for you on a platonic or intellectual level.
You feel like your closest friends and/or queerplatonic partners are better at fulfilling your emotional needs than romantic partners would be.
You would rather be huggy, cuddly or emotionally intimate with all of your friends instead of reserving your intimacy for just one person.
You would rather have a queerplatonic relationship than a typical romantic relationship.
You don’t feel as if you’re missing anything in your life right now; having a romantic partner might be nice, but you don’t need it or seek it out.
The idea of being single forever sounds awesome to you.
You enjoy gestures and activities that are traditionally labeled “romantic,” but at no point during them do you actually feel attracted to whoever you’re with.
You don’t enoy gestures and activities that are traditionally labeled romantic, either because the romance aspect bothers you, or because all of them are just plain unappealing to you.
You avoid going places where people are likely to flirt with you, such as bars, parties, nightclubs, and concerts.
You’re not sure why other people enjoy romantic stories; you usually just find the lead characters to be annoying, boring or dysfunctional.
You like the idea of having a big wedding celebration more than the idea of actually marrying someone.
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Stalkyoo - Black and White Formal Romantic Subtext Analysis
The beginning of I Love Yoo up until the Black and White Formal shows the development of Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi's relationship from strangers to reluctant acquaintances and eventually to friends.
Their relationship's development up until the present comic, in my opinion, reaches a peak during the formal arc, where we see both the completed development of their friendship (neither are reluctant) but we also see the fast emergence of new possible romantic feelings. The arc is pivotal in defining and developing their relationship and we continue to see its effects afterwards. So, in order to better understand the two characters' relationship, let's take a look at the key moments in the arc that explore their friendship and romantic tension.
Ep. 49 | Makeup - A Friendly Face and Romantic Tension
Shin-Ae is forced to attend the black and white formal to take care of her father. She is in an incredibly difficult position, with college exams the next day, her father ill, and now having to deal with this incredibly unfamiliar situation and this horrible dress.
When she sees Yeong-gi however, it’s great to see a comforting and familiar presence. We get a chance to see their friendship in this uncomfortable setting when Yeong-gi shows concern for Shin-Ae.
That is not all, however. The makeup panel (which was removed by Quimchee later on, but is included in the mid-season recap), introduces us to the first instance of genuine romantic tension between the two in the arc (and the whole comic up until here, really).
The two are very close together and look at each other softly. Shin-Ae seems to be blushing, as well. This moment is intimate and romantically tense.
This first scene does a great job at introducing the two major dynamics in their relationship that are explored in this arc: their established friendship and new romantic tension. These dynamics lead up to what occurs on the hospital balcony.
Ep. 49-51 | Hands - Distance and Desires
When Yeong-gi gets up to get Shin-Ae food, she reaches for him and grabs onto his sleeve. This panel introduces Shin-Ae's desire to stick with Yeong-gi throughout the night. We understand how comforting she finds it to be near him.
She extends her hand — showing how she is now also "reaching" for him and his companionship.
In Ep. 50, when Yeong-gi is scolded by his father and leaves to wait outside for Alyssa, Shin-Ae notices he seems down from across the floor. And for the first time, she tries to reach him. Up until now, she has been wary of Yeong-gi and his intentions, but now we see that their relationship has truly progressed to real friends. Shin-ae genuinely cares for Yeong-gi. But before she can reach him, she is interrupted by Sang-chul.
In the next episode, we see Yeong-gi respond to her call, reflecting what Shin-Ae did in Ep. 49, and extending his hand back towards her. Both characters' reciprocal desire to connect with each other is shown through their hands.
This scene, where they reach for each other but don't connect, introduces the arc's recurrent motif/theme of DISTANCE. Shin-ae and Yeong-gi want to connect, as they care for each other and find comfort in one another, but because of the circumstances at the party they are torn apart repeatedly.
And despite (literally and figuratively) reaching for each other, neither their hands nor their good intentions (like Shin-ae’s desire to be there for Yeong-gi) actually do reach each other. This repeats a few times in the arc, causing significant tension; due to the obstacles of the events around them, they can’t reach each other despite how much they may want to. As such, readers also feel relief whenever the two characters do manage to get together.
Ep. 55 | The Dance - A Kousuke and Yeong-gi Parallel
Kousuke, while having good intentions, struggles to understand what Shin-Ae wants, and instead goes for what makes sense to him. Yeong-gi, on the other hand, consistently shows an understanding of what would truly help Shin-Ae.
It is certainly true that Kousuke’s method was pragmatic. If the problem is that Shin-Ae feels humiliated and that he is embarrassed by her, what better way to show that he isn’t than by dancing with her in front of everyone? It’s a well-meant gesture that would show that he cares more for her than what others think and regardless of what they think. However, although his intentions were sweet, the outcomes were less so.
Shin-Ae DOES NOT want to dance. A scene that may have been beautiful, is tainted by Shin-Ae's true feelings of discomfort.
The truth is, Shin-Ae doesn’t want to go back in front of them. She doesn’t want to prove something to them. She doesn’t want to dance. But she feels like she has to. She can’t say no. The dance is actually… sad to see. She doesn’t want to be there.
But as she dances and feels terrible, Yeong-gi shows up. She is immediately excited and put at ease but is also worried about him since she hasn't seen him since he left to go outside.
But then Yeong-gi acts a goof. He understands that Shin-Ae doesn’t want to be there, but she has to. Because he understands the feeling of putting on a performance, despite being miserable… he immediately recognizes Shin-Ae's going through that too. So being the lovely friend he is, Yeong-gi goofs around. What better way to make Shin-Ae feel less tense in this too formal environment by reminding her of a friendly presence and doing something hilariously inappropriate? And of course, he knows how to help alleviate some of her discomfort, because they’re friends, after all, right? Yeong-gi shows a deep level of empathy for Shin-Ae.
The scene also develops a contrast between Kousuke and Yeong-gi — and the differences in how they affect Shin-Ae — that is paralleled many times later in the series.
Yeong-gi is the one who gets Shin-Ae to smile. He's the one who turns this scene from something uncomfortable to wholesome. And yet, he's not the one dancing with her. He stays to the side, in the shadows of the crowd, with distance between him and Shin-Ae, and with his head down. It fits his overarching character arc — staying hidden and away, and unable to chase for what he wants because of a quiet sense of shame and low self-worth.
The significance of him not interrupting and staying off to the side is purposefully emphasized in Ep. 57, when Kousuke says:
"I'm surprised you didn't interrupt my dance with Ms. Yoo."
Yeong-gi doesn't respond and simply looks away and slightly frowns. This emphasizes that there is a reason Yeong-gi stays away, and it's likely because his low self-esteem issues cause him to think, "Who am I to interfere?"
Overall, this dance panel achieves a similar effect to the earlier scene when their hands reach for each other, adding to the tension caused by distance — it feels like Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi should be together, but because of the circumstances, they can’t. They are reaching for each other, emotionally, but just can’t close the gap.
Ep. 55 | “We’re (just) friends... right?” - More Romantic Build-up
Although Yeong-gi knew exactly how to cheer up Shin-Ae, what he didn’t expect was her laugh… or rather the way he feels when she does.
Look at Yeong-gi’s expression — his eyes are widened. He has a look of awe and he seems shocked. He felt something unexpected. Maybe his heart skipped a beat... Could it be possible…?
He also has a resigned smile after, choosing to look at their dance from afar.
After the dance, Yeong-gi asks Shin-Ae to confirm their friendship.
But the panel and his tense smile seems… eerie. Faked. Like Yeong-gi might not be asking this question for obvious reasons. Even Shin-Ae notes that he seems uneasy, with a confused look and a nervous sweat drop.
We’ve already seen their completely established friendship. But as soon the two explicitly acknowledge this out-loud, we seem to have something new to deal with. Why does Yeong-gi suddenly want confirmation of their friendship, and in a manner that seems quite… sad? Why does his smile seem faked? We can look just a few panels prior to have a better understanding of what’s occurring internally for Yeong-gi.
Yeong-gi's shocked expression and widened eyes are similar to other moments of romantic tension, namely the hospital balcony scene and the earphones scene (albeit in a more muted manner). This is the second moment in this arc after the makeup scene that adds to the romantic tension leading up to the hospital balcony scene.
I believe Yeong-gi seems sad when he asks, “We’re friends right?” because when Shin-Ae laughs, he subconsciously feels the pangs of possible budding romantic feelings (it isn’t quite there yet, it is slight, but he is feeling something new) and he immediately subconsciously tries to deny those feelings by having Shin-Ae assert their friendship.
He feels dissonance between two facts:
“Shin-Ae is my friend”
“I felt something when she laughed”
This dissonance is uncomfortable, so he seeks to deny what is implied by the second part (that he may feel more for her). Additionally, we understand Yeong-gi struggles with self-worth. With the added pressure of those around him, as well as Shin-ae who has consistently accused him of being too pushy and a player, it is no struggle to understand why he immediately tries to avoid this feeling at even the first slightest hint of it.
But by looking for an affirmation of friendship to refute what he felt when she laughed, he unwittingly makes a link between what he felt to something beyond friendship.
Ep. 57-8 | The Bar - Brief Respite and a Kousuke/Yeong-gi Parallel
Due to the aforementioned tension, moments like the bar where Yeong-gi and Shin-ae are able to interact and joke around (about boobs in this case) feel incredibly refreshing — everything else is uncomfortable, but being with each other is comforting.
Once the others join them, we also get another slight Kousuke and Yeong-gi parallel. When Alyssa mentions Yeong-gi could dance with Shin-Ae, Yeong-gi refuses, likely due to pressure from Kousuke to be faithful to Alyssa. (We don’t quite know what he would’ve said otherwise). Shin-Ae responds to him refusing the dance, thinking:
“It would’ve been awkward anyways like my dance with Kousuke.”
The phrase "it would've been [negative adjective] anyways" usually implies a sense of settling for an outcome and sometimes slight displeasure.
I will admit that is hard to firmly state she’s disappointed that he said no. But the phase most certainly implies that she would’ve gone along with it if he said yes. (If this is hard to understand, Shin-Ae doesn’t think something like, “Good. I didn’t want to dance anyways.”) Her thought is relatively indifferent, especially in contrast to Kousuke whom she explicitly didn’t want to dance with.
Ep. 61 | Yeong-gi Takes a Stand - Relationship-driven Growth
When Yeong-gi learns that Shin-Ae is in trouble, but is yelled at by his father for his behaviour and not being with Alyssa, he is absolutely terrified at first (poor boy).
Randulph: "What are you doing? Fooling around again? It hasn't even been that long since I last reprimanded you!"
*Yeong-gi flinches*
Randulph: "How many times am I going to have to scold you tonight??? How hard is that head of of yours that nothing I say gets through to you! And Alyssa isn't even with you!"
Yeong-gi: *meekly* "Well — my friend was —"
Randulph: "I'm not through talking!
*Yeong-gi flinches*
Randulph continues scolding him, then says, "Forget about your friends."
To which Yeong-gi replies, "No... Castigate me, humiliate me. Do that all you want after I've ensured her safety!"
Upon thinking about the possible danger Shin-Ae is in, we see him, for the first time, advocate for himself and stand up to his father. Yeong-gi's concern for Shin-Ae allows him to stand up to the man who terrifies him. Shin-Ae takes easy precedent over the politics of his family and it shows how far their relationship has come and how it drives Yeong-gi's growth.
Ep. 62-3 | Sang-chul — Anger on behalf of Shin-Ae & a Shin-Ae and Alyssa Comparison
When Yeong-gi sees Sang-chul with Shin-Ae's jacket, he confronts him.
Sang-chul: "Back off bro. I don't want to start any trouble here."
Yeong-gi: "Too late for it now, innit? You asked for trouble as soon as you tried to take advantage of Shin-Ae."
Yeong-gi gets personally angry on behalf of Shin-Ae. It's another example that emphasizes their friendship.
We also see a contrast developed between Shin-Ae and Alyssa by Sang-chul:
"What is this Shin-Ae person to you anyway? You didn't react this way when I mentioned kissing your girlfriend... Where is she anyway? I still need my selfie and my kiss since you're fine with it."
Sang-chul assumes Yeong-gi must be romantically and sexually involved with Shin-Ae partly because he's a disgusting, sexist dirtbag, but also because, frankly, Yeong-gi seems to just generally like Shin-Ae more than his actual girlfriend.
I also want to draw attention to the fact that Sang-chul has mentioned kissing Alyssa three times: once before when they first met, and twice now. All three times, Yeong-gi didn't react.
In Ep. 63, Yeong-gi begins to move away from Sang-chul to get to Shin-Ae.
Sang-chul: "Heh. That's right. Wuss. Go run to your b*tch."
*Yeong-gi stops*
Sang-chul: "I'll go keep Alyssa company while you're at it! I still haven't gotten my kiss! Should be easy. She must be dumb as hell if she's dating you."
*Yeong-gi turns around, glares at him, kisses him, then punches him* "There's your damn kiss, you gobshite!"
Yeong-gi: "Don't you dare call Shin-Ae a b*tch ever again. And stay away from Alyssa."
Why is it, that now, he suddenly becomes agitated after already ignoring three taunts by Sang-chul to kiss Alyssa? Especially when he was in the middle of getting to Shin-Ae? I'm going to argue that Yeong-gi actually decides to punch him as soon as he first stops after Sang-chul insults Shin-Ae. Additionally, after the punch, Yeong-gi's first demand is to never insult Shin-Ae again, placing emphasis on this. It is also said more forcefully then the second: "Don't you dare... ever again" vs "And stay away". Alyssa is added almost like an afterthought.
There is a purposeful comparison here between the way Yeong-gi treats the disrespect towards the two women. Yeong-gi immediately gets angry enough to get violent when Sang-chul insults Shin-Ae, but barely responds at first when he calls Alyssa dumb and threatens to kiss her. He cares more for Shin-Ae than he does for his romantic partner, Alyssa.
Naturally, since the comparison is between his girlfriend and Shin-Ae, it also paints his feelings for Shin-Ae in a romantic light.
Ep. 63 | Yeong-gi Saves Shin-Ae
When Shin-Ae falls in the pool, it is Yeong-gi who saves her. Kousuke does not. This is another narrative parallel meant to contrast the two's relation to Shin-Ae. They both fall into the pool (parallel) but Yeong-gi, not Kousuke, saves Shin-Ae (contrast).
The episode also focuses almost solely on Yeong-gi's response to Shin-Ae's injury. He is absolutely terrified and feels terrible guilt, thinking he did this to her. But he is the one who saved her. He is the one shown to panic, yell for her, and scream for help. (We can also get into the authorial choice to focus on Yeong-gi's reaction and not Kousuke's... At the very least, it emphasizes that this moment is especially significant for Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi.)
Conclusions
The black and white formal arc serves as a climax for development between Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi — we see how in the face of adversity, the two value each other deeply as friends, and are given romantically tense moments.
There are also multiple narrative parallels, where Kousuke and Yeong-gi are put in similar situations, but the way they impact Shin-Ae are contrasted. Despite having multiple moments with Kousuke, Yeong-gi is who impacts her positively and who she wants to spend time with. This is continued in the hospital finale, when despite literally “reaching” Kousuke (he is with her and holds her hands), it is only after chasing Yeong-gi and being with him that she finds cathartic emotional support and finally cries. (Although these parallels jab at YooTip, I want to focus more on how it emphasizes that Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi's bond is beyond that she has with another person she has known for the same amount of time. It shows the difference between the more basic-level bond she has with Kousuke, vs. her bond with Yeong-gi that is surprisingly strong for people who have only known each other for a few weeks.)
Overall, this arc builds a base for when Yeong-gi first feels true romantic feelings for Shin-Ae: when she holds onto him and cries on the hospital balcony (you can see that analysis here). In this scene at the end of this arc, the two who so desperately tried to connect during the gala, finally do (although their hands still do not touch).
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Gaara Asking You Out Headcanon
Gaara had spent so much of his life alone and in pain, not knowing how to accept love or give it
He was in pain for so long that after a while, he hadn’t even realized it still hurt
“Love only yourself, fight for only yourself”--that was how Gaara truly felt was the way to live
After his fight for Naruto, everything changed so quickly
It was the first time that someone had shown him that he didn’t have to live in that pain, that he could be loved and accepted; that he could be understood
For many, that concept would take years to accept
But for Gaara who was so completely starved of love or happiness, that sliver of hope Naruto had given him had lit something inside of him
He latched onto it so tightly, determined to find that someone who needed him
When you first met Gaara, the “demon of the sand”, he was nothing like you’d prepared for
There was no evil or hatred in his eyes
Not even deadness
His eyes were filled with a soft kindness that had taken your breath away
You would have expected for someone like Gaara to be emotionally stunted, to struggle to identify or express his feelings
It was the complete opposite
Gaara spent most of his free time working on his emotions through reading and observing and talking
So by the time he met you, he immediately was able to pinpoint his attraction to you
He wasn’t shy about looking at you, but not creepy about it either.
When you would see him glancing in your direction, you’d meet his eye, and he would give you a small smile before looking away
The Kazekage would sometimes find you when you were working in the building
At first he’d just say hello, make some kind of small talk comment about the weather
Slowly, he’d begin to stay a bit longer, asking you questions about your work or what plans you had when you were off
Gaara stopping by became the highlight of your day, the thing that motivated you to come to work everyday
You thought you’d go crazy after a while, wanting more than just the ten minute conversations in passing
You must have manifested it because one day, Gaara poked his head into your office
“Are you busy after your shift?”
“No”
“Would you like to go get dinner with me after?”
You wished that you could have time to go home to change and look a little cuter, but Gaara though you looked beautiful as you were
You knew because he told you so
The conversation with Gaara flowed easily to your surprise
He was a great listener and asked a lot of questions about you
You found his surprisingly philosophical
He didn’t get too deep with you that first dinner, but did express his regret over how he used to live his life as well as gratitude for the people he had now who stood by him and helped him to be better
As the dinner rolled to an end, Gaara offered to walk you home
It was on that walk when Gaara openly expressed his interest in pursuing you
“I’ve enjoyed our short conversations over this past month. I especially enjoyed our dinner together tonight” he told you as you stopped at your front door
“If you’ll let me, I would like to take you out again. On a proper date this time. I could pick you up, and we could go somewhere nice…”
And that’s just what happened
Temari helped Gaara to pick out a nice, new blazer just for the occasion
She even combed his hair, but when he picked you up, you ran your hands through it, messing it up again
“I like the messy look on you” you teased
Gaara felt electricity at your touch, everything in him jolting to life
It was such a simple gesture on your part, but it was the most intimate touch that Gaara had ever received
You didn’t notice they way his lips parted, or how he stared at you with wide, surprised eyes
Maybe it was too soon to tell, but Gaara had never been more sure of anything in his life
All he’d hoped for the past few years was to one day be precious to someone
He was sure that that person who could understand him and cherish him and love him....
That person was going to be you
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