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xie lian: comedian first, martial god second 💀
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rionah · 4 months
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chapter 24
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rionah · 5 months
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HAIKYUU SMAUS
!!! I do not own these. This list is a compilation of x reader works by other writers !!!
constantly updated (I hope)
navigation . . .
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COMPLETED
umpah umpah! (bokuto, iwaizumi.)
conspiracy theories (oikawa x reader/semi x reader)
love is not for everyone (suna)
heart's cuts (suna)
stranger danger (bokuto)
I'll follow you until you love me (semi)
on air (atsumu)
if this is it (bokuto)
tiptoes (semi)
telegraph ave (matsukawa, hanamaki)
red flags & long nights (terushima)
meet me in the hallway (suna)
when worlds collide (suna)
figure it out (sakusa)
indirects (suna)
instant boyfriend (suna)
heaven on your lips (matsukawa)
weeb talk (tendou)
caramel frappuccino (sakusa)
swipe left! (suna)
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COMPLETED
21. he loves me, he loves me not (oikawa)
22. hit me up, buttercup! (oikawa)
23. joke's on you (oikawa. sequel of hit me up, buttercup!)
24. 17 asterisks
25. station 16 (kuroo)
26. club stupid (suna)
27. vortex (semi)
28. bet you never saw it coming (osamu)
29. let's do it again, shall we? (osamu x reader/iwaizumi x reader. sequel of bet you never saw it coming)
30. breathing blue (kuroo)
31. pose for me (oikawa)
32. music in me (semi)
33. nobody expects the worst (atsumu)
34. poker face (various hq boys)
35. match point (atsumu)
36. you drew stars around my scars (suna x reader/kenma x reader)
37. in the middle (atsumu, sakusa)
38. frenemies (akaashi)
39. now all I see is color (atsumu x reader/suna x reader)
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ONGOING
the lovers (various hq boys)
perfect strangers (suna)
nonsense (oikawa)
evanescent (iwaizumi)
thanks a lot, cupid (kenma)
runaway (sakusa)
lovers rock (suna)
girl of my dreams (sakusa)
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rionah · 5 months
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Admittedly, Akaashi is an extremely forgetful man.
Scatterbrained, he prefers to call it, says it’s from a few too many volleyballs accidentally aimed at his skull from his old teammates, and he’s adamant it’s not because he’s just plain forgetful.
He picks up pans and trays that are fresh from the oven, unsurprisingly getting burned. He doesn’t know which anniversary you celebrate -meeting, officially dating or when he proposed- and he asks you every time one of those dates rolls around if you want to celebrate it. He has no clue what he did with the good set of pens you bought him for his birthday, and he becomes furious whenever he tries to think of where they may have gone.
He says they probably got stolen at work. He knows you know better.
But there is a few things Keiji remembers like the back of his hand- like how when he’s on his way home, you asked him to pick up some soy sauce for dinner. And, when you’re mad, he knows that if you’re emotional, you want ice cream, and physical, you want flowers.
He knows your shoe size, the names of the members of your family, the toppings you like on pizza and crackers, how you take your coffee and what time you want him to wake you up in the morning, even as you swat at him to go away.
Keiji knows when you want him to listen, or when you need advice, he knows which of his shirts are your favorite so they’re readily available for you to steal. He knows what spot you prefer on the couch when you watch tv, and he knows exactly how to make everything in your every day life just a little bit easier to navigate.
And Keiji isn’t above reminding himself of these things as you stare, amused across the table, as he digs around his backpack for his phone to show you the incredibly friendly dog he passed on the train home to you.
“I swear I had it,” he grumbles.
You offer him a shrug, “maybe you left it on the train.”
“God, please don’t put it out in the universe,” he nearly whines, bluest of eyes looking up at the ceiling in worry. “Can you please call it for me?”
“Sure!” With that, you take out your phone and immediately call his, his digging hands only pausing to answer the phone ringing just on the other side of his dinner plate.
He, of course, in true Keiji fashion, answers it swiftly, with a brow cocked at you. “Why are you calling me?”
You smile and shake your head lovingly, “found your phone.”
“Where-“ he cuts himself off before hanging up and burying his face in his hands, realizing just how ridiculous the scene must have looked. “Oh.”
“Yeah oh,” you tease, and you laugh at the expense of his reddening cheeks and the groan he lets out behind his hands.
Scatterbrained, sure. He’d probably lose his head if it wasn’t attached to him.
But he’s always grateful to have you bring what’s lost, back to him.
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rionah · 7 months
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Lyneys eyes just have that alluring hint to them
you’re prettier in purple, love.
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rionah · 7 months
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i died its so cute
category : 米哈游 原神 work title : another woman claims to be his girlfriend?
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with a subtle bow of your head, you raise the teacup to your awaiting lips, a veil of porcelain disguising the laughter that threatened to escape. how absurd… you muse, as you savor a sip of your tea.
far across — two tables away, there sits one of the new acts of lyney and lynette’s show. she was interesting, to say the least. she sings tall tales with intricate detail, weaving major falsehoods about the nature of her relationship with him.
her words describe his love confession, demanding they be together because he couldn’t bear a day without her. she didn’t fail to mention how his sister adores her and refers to her as ‘my future sister-in-law.’
the outlandish narrative lasts with an overt nudge about his frequent visits to her dressing room after every show, which you tune out due to its unsavory implications.
most women would have risen from their seats, confronting her for spewing fantasies about their lover; not you, though. instead, you stay rooted in your place, your curiosity piqued for what else she might spin.
you were engrossed, and if you were to be fully honest, you would’ve readily admit to the guilty pleasure of eavesdropping on the mundane conversations of strangers. your penchant for gossip was shared with your lover, turning it into an unusual pastime. it was a fun exchange of information over cups of coffee or tea, normally ending with one of you left scandalized by what was said. archons, were you excited to tell him about what you overhead…
“do you swear not to say a word about this to another living soul?” her voice hushed to a near whisper, but it still carries to those within earshot.
“of course! right, ladies?” one of the women quips, with the other two chiming in agreement, creating a chorus of “yes!” and “we’ll keep quiet!”
“if you say so…” she takes a deep breath, as if the weight of her revelation was a heavy burden about to be lifted. “lyney and i are dating…” her shoulders then turn slack, exhibiting the instant wave of relief that washes over her.
you couldn’t help it; a snort of amusement passes your lips. it earned you a few disapproving glances from the nearby patrons, chastising your lack of propriety in a public setting.
she embarks on an exhausting tangent, yakking on the long months she had to weather before she could have confided in her dear friends about her supposed private affair.
she emphasized how lyney insisted on maintaining it under wraps for over a year — eh, wrong! the twins met her for the first time five months ago — out of his desire to protect her from the clutches of obsessed fans and admirers.
the longer she spoke, the closer her stories cross into more ridiculous territory. at one point, she spun a yarn about his grandiose profession of love for their anniversary, including dedicating an entire routine inspired by her.
however, what left you scratching your head was the lack of skepticism from her friends. a quick read of her body language would’ve shone a light at her deception. it had you questioning whether you had somehow gone mad or if they were genuinely as dim-witted as they seemed.
“i knew it! no wonder you’ve been smiling a lot  lately!”
“ah, i’m so jealous~! sigh, he’s such a handsome man.”
“so romantic… i wish that was me!”
assessing the present circumstances, one might figure you would now reveal all of her lies. you didn’t. rather, you found yourself more inclined to watch and observe how this fiasco will play out.
you trust lyney, enough to know he loves you and wouldn’t pursue another woman behind your back, especially a woman he and his sister worked with. it allowed you to cast aside your initial worries about her and her interest in him. regardless of your opinion, she did her job well, even though you secretly wished she wasn’t so uncomfortably obsessed with him — a notion she made no effort to hide.
clearly, given what you were witnessing.
“oh, look, ladies! here he comes!” one of their voices pierces the air, overtly eager to see the ‘happy couple’ they were led to believe. conversely, lyney’s self-proclaimed lover appears to be positively distraught.
the man in question enters cafe lucerne, his gaze firmly laid on you. he shows little to no mind towards the group of women who shadow his every move. he walks by and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, taking the vacant chair in front of you.
“and how was your day, ma belle?” he removes his hat then runs his fingers through his hair — a simple gesture that left you swooning.
his charming demeanor momentarily distracts you from the comedic disaster unfolding in the background.
it was a tumultuous stir of “huh… who’s that?” and “gasp, is he cheating on you?” while the two of you converse in mindless chatter. one second, he was recounting his chores for the day; and the next, three indignant women loom over him whereas the source of this mayhem cowers in the back.
“ugh, the audacity to have a mistress and meet her in broad daylight! you have no shame!”
he glances from you to them, genuine bewilderment etched upon his face. “i beg your pardon?”
“oh, don’t play dumb! you know exactly what you’re doing!” another of the women upturns her nose at him.
witnessing the heated back-and-forth, it was remarkable to find that even arouet was invested in the drama.
it transforms into a three-versus-one impasse, but you were impressed by how gracefully he navigated through their baseless accusations. the culmination of the situation came when recognized his ‘lover’ and didn’t hesitate to call her by name, pressing answers for the lies she’d been spreading to her friends.
“i think you’ve all been misled, the only woman i’m seeing is this lovely one right here.” he turns then directs the gentlest of smiles at you.
unable to resist the itch, you finally laugh at the sudden turn of events. karma was indeed on the prowl, and to be a bystander for the incoming argument after she made a fool out of her friends, just to feed her delusion, was gratifying… for one of you, at least.
“care to tell me what just happened?” lyney tuts, his fingers extending across the table to grasp your hand in his, urging to draw your focus on him.
“later,” you mutter, absorbed by the evolving spectacle. it’s obvious you both will spend the whole evening discussing this…
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from the very start, you weren’t one to rejoice in having any eyes on you. it was natural your bond with the one and only wanderer flourished discreetly.
this change in your life required no announcement. it wasn’t information that demanded broadcasting to the world; it could exist on its own if someone were to ask, you’d directly confirm the status of your relationship. otherwise, you find it irrelevant to insert this in areas where it held no relevance.
in the comfort of your solitude, you thrive, cocooned from nosy onlookers. your happiness, his happiness — these two were what truly mattered to you.
as time flowed by, your connection deepened, evolving into a union that grew stronger with each passing moment you shared. it was a sensation both of you held dear, a genuine and keen emotion that, if you dare to admit, could be called ‘love.’
of course, you weren’t ignorant to assume that your journey would be obstacle-free. beyond his undeniable intellect and esteemed role as the assistant and confidant of the dendro archon, he also began to draw attention for his otherworldly beauty.
you were aware that you might coming across his admirers one day. after all, you weren’t oblivious to the wistful glances sent his way by other women, nor the coy attempts at flirtation. still, you hadn’t taken into account the unusual lengths some individuals would go to win even a sliver of his time and attention.
it was painful to watch their efforts be met with a scoff or a withering frown. on a good day, they might receive nothing more than a mocking, “what do you want now?” from him.
on a sun-drenched afternoon, you find yourself perched on the steps leading to the sanctuary of surasthana whilst you await his return from his meeting with lesser lord kusanali.
yet, the tranquility of the sacred place was soon interrupted by an unexpected revelation — you weren’t alone. a trio of researchers positioned themselves near the entrance, their presence blends into the revered location, evoking no more notice than the everyday sights that surround you.
the sunlight dances upon your skin as you, absentmindedly, fiddle with your bracelet, a habit that had taken root over the years. the food container you had brought stays on your lap, and you can feel its warmth gradually dissipate. a frown on your face as you whisper a plea that he arrives before the snacks you prepared grew cold.
your gaze strays and locks onto one of the women standing nearby. suspicion dripped from her eyes, it lingers far longer than you liked. at first, you considered it a peculiar coincidence — perhaps she mistook you for someone else she knew?
unable to contain her curiosity, she approaches you with an air of authority, disregarding her friends’ endeavors to stop her from creating a scene.
“state your business,” she dictates, her tone icy.
you stand unwavering, refusing to yield an inch in the face of her bid to intimidate you. “if you must know, i’m here for wanderer.”
your words invoke a profound reaction within her, it coursed through her like an attack. “well, save your breath and don’t waste your time bothering him.”
“why not? who even are you to tell me what i should do and shouldn’t do?” your cadence steady and colder than hers, a testament to the time you spent with your dear wanderer — it seems to be paying off.
you expected her to either insult you or begin a monologue about her superiority as a researcher, but her reply took you by surprise.
“i’m his lover, duh! i don’t appreciate you flirting with him.” then, in a single motion, she confiscates the container from your grasp.
glances were exchanged amongst her peers, who advance to mediate the interaction. one of them pulls her away and positions himself between you. “i’m sorry for her behavior, miss. her sleep deprivation has her spouting nonsense.”
“i am not! there are clear signs he feels the same way. we’re dating; he’s just very reserved about his emotions.”
before it can escalate further, a familiar voice slices through the tension like a blade. “where have you been?” he chides, as he descends the steps.
beneath his hat, you spy the glaring discontent he directs at these strangers for taking your time away from him.
when your eyes locks, his gaze softens. the sour expression dissolves and was replaced by a flicker of warmth. you offer a reassuring smile in his direction, a gesture that noticeably eases his mind.
he was a stride away from you when she, flaunting a smirk, stops in front of him. you lay a hand over your lips to quash your laughter after spotting the look of disgust he tosses at her.
“wanderer, honey!” she tries to touch his arm but fails when he sidesteps her. “don’t worry, i already handled this pest to lessen the burden for y—”
“who are you?” he sneers, and the haughty look on her face instantly disappears. she attempts to stutter a response, an effort to remind her title as his lover, but his menacing gaze he wore silences her.
“moreso, who are you to advise my wife what to do?”
eh? his wife?
“your wife?!” her friends turn pale, realization dawning upon them. they shiver at the thought of unintentionally crossing him, all thanks to her behavior.
“i-i just thought…”
“well, you thought wrong; know your place.” in a last display of irritation, he shoots them a cutting glare. then, he seizes the food container from her grip, his fingers then intertwine with yours as he guides you away from them.
as you walk away hand-in-hand, you cast a quick glance at her and stick your tongue out to mock her.
“i saw that,” he snickers and tugs you along, nearly causing you to stumble, “and you say i’m mean.”
“don’t get all smart, you called me your wife earlier.”
“shut up! it was meant to end the conversation early.”
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rionah · 7 months
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Advice for writing relationships
Ship Dynamics
How to create quick chemistry
How to write a polyamorous relationship
How to write a wedding
How to write found family
How to write forbidden love
Introducing partner(s) to family
Honeymoon
Date gone wrong
Fluffy Kiss Scene
Love Language - Showing, not telling
Love Language - Showing you care
Affections without touching
Giving the reader butterflies with your characters
Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms
Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other
Relationship Problems
Relationship Changes
Milestones in a relationship
Platonic activities for friends
Settings for conversations
How to write a love-hate relationship
How to write enemies to lovers
How to write lovers to enemies to lovers
How to write academic rivals to lovers
How to write age difference
Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms
Reasons for having a crush on someone
Ways a wedding could go wrong
Arranged matrimony for royalty
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rionah · 2 years
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Facetime Confession.
Yang Jungwon x Fem! Reader
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'Can you call... Right now?'
Blinking at your sudden message, he cocked his head side-wards before typing a quick okay in response of your message. Pausing as he was slightly taken a back at how the call screen appeared immediately after his text was sent.
The boy swiped the call to answer, turning on his camera as he did so. Only to quirk his eyebrows in confusion as you still kept yours turned off.
"Y/N? What's wrong?"
His usual calls with you would always be via face time, and to be honest he's gotten so used to it that it's odd calling with you through the phone without seeing your micro facial expressions. He loved seeing how your face would always give away how you feel over certain things he said.
Shuffling fabric came from the other line, before a voice of which he could have sworn he heard a certain quiver come through just as it spoke.
"Aha well.. please just let me keep my camera off right now, especially because of what I have to tell you."
Though still confused, he laid his back on the frame of his bed as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position before urging you to talk about what you had to say.
He could hear you take a deep breath before speaking.
"You're aware of how I like you, we've been mutuals for awhile now."
The boy was slightly taken aback at your words, almost dropping his phone as a hue of red suddenly took hold of his face. He coughed into his free fist before giving off a weak and slightly shy 'yeah'.
"Well, during these past months my feelings could do nothing but grow. In fact, it grew to such an extent that I don't know how to contain them anymore. And it's honestly really darn hard to contain them now!"
Chuckling at how your meek and slightly nervous tone of voice raised in volume, he sensed how you made an attempt to cover up your nervousness as you spoke your heart out.
Jungwon could imagine your fuming face through the phone screen, even if you had your video camera off. And a stupid smile took its place upon his face as he did so.
Now he understood why you insisted on keeping your camera off.
"Ahem.. So.. I really want to be able to express my feelings for you at its fullest, i want to hug you randomly whenever we're in the same room, i want to be able to link my arms with you... and be closer with you as more than just friends..."
With every word you spoke, the heat travelled from his face to his neck. His hands shivered in anticipation as his heart thumped loudly from within the walls of his chest.
He always thought that he'd be the one to be in your position right now.
"So... Yang Jungwon."
You took a deep breath before a weak but determined voice said.
"...Will you be my boyfriend?"
There was a pause between the two of you, and through his still opened camera you could see how his already red face turned into an even brighter shade of red.
The phone was suddenly dropped onto the bed, shuffling could be heard as well as a sound of an embarrassed whine came through the phone.
You yourself had to put the phone down and take a mini break after you've just opened up your heart to him, your heart was beating so loudly that you could've sworn he could hear it through the other line.
The screen of your phone was stuck facing the ceiling of his bedroom for sometime before it was shifted to the face of a red faced boy.
"You know, you really know how to fucking kill me."
He managed to get out a stifled laugh from you, he threw himself backwards onto his bed as he placed an arm over his face.
"It's a bit unfair that you can see how stupid I look right now when I can't see you, isn't it?"
Turning on your video camera, you rolled your eyes at his words. The feigned annoyance you wore being completely and utterly betrayed by your bright red complexion.
He gave you a boyish grin, glittering eyes looking at you as he opened his mouth to give you a response.
"I wanted to ask you that question first, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Hey that's not fair! I asked first so you answer me first!"
"That sucks now doesn't it, loser!"
You huffed at him as a stupidly happy smile made its way onto your flaming red face.
"Yes, I will be your girlfriend."
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rionah · 2 years
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chasin’ your pretty thoughts
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PAIRING — Yang Jungwon x Fem!Reader
synopsis: let’s get one thing clear, Jungwon wasn’t a superhero. So what if he woke up one day with the ability to read minds? His lifestyle didn’t need to go through a drastic change. Needless to say, he went on with his life, carrying the weight of responsibility that came with the whole ‘having ESP ordeal’. But it wasn’t until his 18th birthday where his life took a new turn once letting his barriers slip and he found himself lost in your thoughts—your thoughts that revolved around him and maybe, just maybe he finds the quiet daydreamer (you) and the inner workings of her mind intriguing.
(alternatively: in which Yang Jungwon can read minds and he finds himself slowly falling in love with Y/N, an avid daydreamer, through her thoughts that strangely enough were full of him).
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GENRE — one-shot, highschool AU, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, kind of a character study, a smidge of angst.
WARNING(S) — swearing lol, mentions of death but like from embarrassment
WORD COUNT — 22.9K (that definitely exceeded my expectations 🗿)
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rionah · 2 years
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Reading List
other.reading.lists!
txt smau
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Tomorrow x Together
Choi Yeonjun
- Ring My Alarm!
- Loverboy!
- Bad hair day!
- Love is (not) easy!
- meetings!
- RANK ONE!
- text me!
- Mint Chocolate ML!
Choi Soobin
- Love is (not) easy!
- A taste of something new!
Choi Beomgyu
- Love is (not) easy!
- FOOL!
- NO RULES!
- A star called you!
- Game Over!
- What about us?
- song recommendation
- kiss me thru the phone!
- lie to me!
- who’s that girl!
Kang Taehyun
- Helpline!
- Against all odds!
- Blurry Lines!
- Valentine!
Hueningkai
Enhypen
Lee Heesung
- The office blind date!
Park Jay
- FRIENDZONE
Park Sunghoon
- Stupid Cupid!
- My penpal — Wait what?!
Kim Sunoo
- A little thing called first love!
Yang Jungwon
- The unhelpful guide on what you should not do to get your crush to notice you!
- Idol Crush!
- project: stay single!
- chasin’ your pretty thoughts!
- diamonds league!
- jealousy doesn’t look good on you!
- silent treatment!
- recall!
- all clear!
- the language of flowers!
- get it together, jungwon!
Nishimura Riki
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rionah · 2 years
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THIS IS SO CUTE I CRIED HALF WAY
pov accidentally texting their crush (txt)
fluff, humor, smau, angst (if you look rlly hard in kai’s part), ot5 x reader (separate)
warnings: nervousness, die joke, jokes that could be seen as mean?
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yeonjun
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soobin
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beomgyu
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taehyun
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huening kai
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© engoth-z 2022
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rionah · 2 years
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yo does anyone know any finished/ good amnt of chapters on going txt x reader smau fics?? BCUZ IM STARVED HERE AND CANT STAND SCROLLING DOWN💔💔💔
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rionah · 2 years
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"Say you love me"
Pairings: (TOMORROW X TOGETHER) Choi Line! x Reader
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The boy in front of you fell to the ground kneeling, this force of action only causing for your knees to drop to the ground as he wrapped his arms around your figure, his head buried onto the crook of your neck, strained audible sobs escaping from his throat as a wave of emotions over came him all at once.
You couldn't move neither did u have the heart to shove him away. Yeonjun, the man whom you've just tried to cut off of your life. The strong and charismatic figure that he's built himself up to be all crumbling in front of nobody else but you.
This boy was a complete mess, his breath uneven from running and crying. You hated seeing him in this state.
He takes hold of your shoulders and have you face in front of him, although you were quick to lower your head. You couldn't bare to see him in this state, even his sobs of despair were enough to cause for your heart to ache badly. You couldn't get attached to him more than you already were.
Cupping your cheek, he presses his forehead upon your own. And with a weak, hoarse voice. He says.
"Please.. atleast look at me in the eye."
The way his voice cracked sent a wave of electricity down your spine, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes, knowing full well that time apart is what would be best for the both of you.
To him, you were like a drug. To you, he was like liquor. You were both each others distractions from the present world, as if intoxicating each other into a state of bliss that would take you away from your problems.
But you knew, that you couldn't keep running with him. Even if those dream like days would be times you would find yourself subconsciously smiling to, you knew that it was time to stop running.
Raising your head, you could see how his disheveled hair was hit by the cold wind of the night. Wet liquid streaming down his face, the moonlight only further insinuating the complete look of longing and utter desperation in his eyes.
He wanted to keep running, with you.
So much so that he didn't care about running towards nowhere, there didn't have to be a destination. And even if the direction you'd both end up in compromised of a life with nothing else, he didn't care as long as he was running with you.
Tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes as you see the state that he's in, you try to run away but he grabs you by the shoulders and sets you back into place.
You wanted to run towards the direction of the light, but at the same time your heart would shatter at the thought of having to leave this boy alone in the darkness. Knowing full well that you were his solace, his safe place from the night.
Because he was once yours too.
His breath hics as a trembling hand captures your own, firmly encasing them together to prevent you from running, he didn’t want you to run away from him.
Head down, he lowers his head and hovers above both of your hands, cold wet liquid hitting your skin as his tears make contact with your flesh.
"Please... say you love me."
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All you could do was stand in place, hand gripping on the doorknob of your apartment complex as Soobin stood on your welcome mat. Head down, he wore lighter clothing than usually recommended for a cold winter. Coming to your door only wearing sweatpants and a hoodie of which you were sure of there was no extra layer of clothing beneath.
You would know, you used to always talk his ear off about how its better to wear a shirt under hoodies whenever winter camr if he had no intention of wearing a puffy jacket.
He used to get annoyed and call your nagging excessive, but now he just wants to hear you talk his ear off again. Even if he was on a game with his friends or busy watching a show he really liked.
The freezing cold winter breeze nibbed at his skin at the thought, he could feel his cold fingertips. A part of him wanted to reach out to you, he wanted to feel your warmth.
But there was nothing but silence between the two of you, the light warm atmosphere of which he relished and savored had now gone cold and dry. He wished he was still able to walk into your apartment freely, collapsing back onto the couch as you whined after he pulls you into a hug and refused to let you go.
He wished he never let you go.
He wished he worked it out with you, he wished he tried harder to understand your point of view, to hear you out, he wished he had tried listening to you more.
He wished that instead of dismissing you, pushing you away, and avoiding the problem that sprouted between you both, he got rid of roots before they could turn into gigantic weeds.
Eyes drifting to the moving boxes that laid close to your door, his heart ached even more.
He thinks he looks pathetic, running to his ex of eight months on Christmas eve. He probably soured your Christmas, is what he thinks.
He's heard from a mutual friend that you were moving out of the city to start off with a new beginning, to start off fresh, and to leave everything behind.
His blood ran cold after hearing them say so, although he knew this was probably good for you, amazing even. He knew that you deserved everything this world could offer, and if he only could he’d give it you.
But his selfish side got the better of him, he didn't want you to start with a new beginning, he didn't want you to start off fresh. He didn't want you to leave everything behind. He didn't want you to leave him behind.
You saw how the corner of his eyes were red, insinuating that he probably cried on the way here. Before, you would've quickly reached out and wiped away the tears from those eyes with nothing but gentleness and care present in your warm touch. But now, your hands stay cold by your sides as you look at the man in front of you door.
The cold winter breeze sends chills down your spine, and about to shut the door in conclusion that he has nothing significant to say to you, he quickly stops you by placing a hand on the door frame.
He slowly pushes the door open slightly, and with his head dropped to the ground. You could see how his body trembled slightly, but you could do nothing except clutch the hem of your sleeve.
He wishes you’d envelope him in a hug, he always did wish for things that have the were close to impossible in coming true.
Grip on the door slightly faltering, he opens his mouth to speak, a voice filled of complete loneliness and sadness comes out strained.
"Just, say you love me... please..."
But Choi Soobin knew, that you were never one to say things you never meant.
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Beomgyu had a cheeky smile plastered across his face as he waved at you from his convertible, calling out to your name obnoxiously loudly as you got out of work. He only smiled as you sneered at him in embarrassment and annoyance.
Quickly, he got out of his car when you tried walking away, grabbing you by the wrist and pouting at your behavior.
"Your apartment isn't even towards that direction!"
"Stop it beomgyu."
He feels a slight tugging at his heart after you harshly retrieved your hand from his grasp, quickly shaking away to heavy feeling, he only smiles and follows you as you walk towards the path you always took to get to your apartment.
You had thought that if you kept ignoring him and keep walking he'd give up and go back home. But you were wrong. He kept at it until you got to the building of your apartment complex.
He only smiled when you started looking left and right to check if there were any other people with you both, before grabbing his wrist and forcing him into a secluded corner of the building.
"Beomgyu, just stop it."
You grit your teeth and lower your head, glaring at the boy as he titled his head at you in feigned innocence.
"What ever do you mean?"
"I'm serious Beomgyu!"
Eyes widening at how you raised your voice at him, he casts a discouraged gaze into your eyes. A half hearted smile coming across his face as he lowly says.
"Heh.. I told you to call me gyu… didn't i?"
You hated it. You hated how your heart ached at his mere stupid tone of voice, you hated how your defenses wavered. But nevertheless he kept talking.
"Didn't you say we should go on a trip together just the two of us this time? I finally found someone who could get us tickets to that amusement park you've always wanted to go to- just like old times, we can go to our favorite restaurant after and I can drop you off-"
"Beomgyu... theres a reason why they're called old times."
His heart ache in a way that he couldn't avoid anymore, the corners of his lips lowered as he stopped smiling.
"...At least tell me why you suddenly wanted to break it off."
You couldn't meet his eyes, knowing that if you even so snuck a quick glance you'd cower and completely crumble. You wanted to push him away for his own sake, but he was making it incredibly hard to do so.
"I told you its-"
"I'm not taking a 'its complicated' for an answer! Don't bullshit me! You can't just say that and ditch me when we were out like you did, at the very least give me an explanation!"
His voice was laced with anger, sadness, and disappointment. You couldn't help but feel small at this confrontation, annoyed at him for making you feel stupid for thinking you were okay with playing the bad guy, so long as it meant the one person you cared about would be okay.
"You keep deciding things for us without thinking about how I'd feel about it, fucking hell you don't have to take care of everything by yourself! Don't you understand? It takes two people to be in a relationship!"
You were annoyed at how he’s making you feel pathetic.
You were annoyed at how he's making it sound like your resolution was pathetic.
You were annoyed how he made you realize how pathetic you actually were.
That annoyance turned into anger. Anger turned into your defense mechanism.
"Shut up! Yeah I'm total dog shit for doing that, so why are you the one acting like I didn't say shit and like everything is normal! If I'm such a shitty person why are you still here, why are you the one reaching out.. Why are you trying so hard... When I'm the one..."
Tears that you've been holding back up till now came over you as if it were water released from a den. Emotions overcoming you, your knees gave away and dropped to the ground as you welled in tears.
"Why are you the one still trying so hard... Even if you know I'm the one that.. that-"
A pair of arms incased your shaking figure, a familiar warm scent that you've tried discarding only for it to come back as opened as it was before. Caressing the top of your head as to calm down your sobs.
You hated how at the end you still fell into the arms of the one you pushed away in belief of it being the best for him, the one you cared about the most.
"I'm trying so hard because its you, you idiot."
He lifts up your chin up with his hand, forcing your eyes to meet with his. You feel as if all your attempts at putting up a wall between you and him crumble, as you find that across that wall you've been trying so hard to build was him chipping it away.
Capturing your hands, he presses you against a wall. Eyes full of determination and unwavering admiration for you, as well as a small hint of knowing.
"You can't just make decisions for the two of us without considering me, that isn't good for my or your own heart. I sometimes wonder why you keep doing this, but I think you and I have an idea of why."
The boy then leans in dangerously closely to you, only to turn to the side of your head, taking a moment to pause as his warm breath that lingered over your ears sent an electrifying shiver down your spine.
He then whispers into your ear.
"So why don't you just say you love me already?"
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I WAS HIT WITH A WAVE OF MOTIVATION TO WRITE ITS 3 IN THE MORNING
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falling in love with vyn richter is like diving head first into icy water, it's shocking but once you're acclimatised all is well. loving vyn is like waking up at 3am to the sound of lively but soft traffic and feeling a strange sense of nostalgia and comfort in your life. his touch feels like the beginning of summer and the falling sun seems to flurry around you, he's like a breath of fresh air and is a constant in a world of change.
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xiao i love you so 🫶
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— As yakshas we must fight for this world. General Alatus falling in!
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lights, camera, action!
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premise. in which you get yourself involved in a lot of unscripted drama. (genshin celebrity au.)
includes. xiao, childe, albedo, ayato, scaramouche, thoma & kazuha.
next episode. unavailable.
note. i surprised myself with how much plot this actually has.
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零 ; you, the typecasted “passerby a”
the path to stardom is an arduous journey, but you've already abandoned your dreams not even halfway down the road.
you are far from the fresh newbie you once were. maybe you hoped to be famous at some point, your name sung in ardent praises and joint with stellar performances, but you've never received major roles that strayed from “classmate b” or “the protagonist's best friend” who only ever appears to give advice.
the closest you've been to getting a main character role is being part of the second pairing of a cheesy romance drama that never became a hit, a series with a generic plot and a bland cast of no name actors.
but you can't deny the spark of hope lighting your heart when you receive word of an audition for an upcoming drama adaptation of a well-loved webtoon series, a series you are an avid fan of. it's a murder mystery following a genius detective striving to solve a serial killings cold case, with snippets of romance and the occasional comedy, grim as the premise may be.
once the drama adaptation was confirmed, it quickly became a hot topic; fans are anticipating the casting and filming crew, expecting nothing less of perfection to honor the brilliant source material. by all accounts, it's big news, and snagging even a minor role would definitely earn you more recognition.
if you're chosen to act as the victim in the first murder, you would already be beyond satisfied—being part of such a masterpiece is enough to make you overjoyed. you don't have too high hopes but there's no harm in trying for the audition, right?
yes. no harm at all.
that's if you don't count the brain damage you suffered when your head slammed against the wall from complete shock as you received an e-mail from the staff confirming your admittance to the project.
as the protagonist's love interest, no less—a journalist investigating the serial murders to enact revenge on their younger brother's stead, the third victim in the killings.
一 ; xiao, the celebrity crush
acting practice is generally considered a casual affair in every project you've taken on, yet you couldn't help but spend hours trying to make yourself look presentable (and avoid looking like a beggar compared to your shining idols when you stand side by side). you may be a tad bit overdressed, but you'd hate to make a fool out of yourself on day one.
except that is exactly what you do. because you're a walking disaster.
in your defense, it's not even your fault! the moment you step foot in the venue, you're ushered by the staff to a row of waiting rooms... without any nameplates attached by the doors and no indication of where you're supposed to go. left with no other choice, you mentally count eeny meeny miny moe and surge forward for the chosen room.
you can't tell if you're tremendously lucky or the most unfortunate person on earth, but you come face to face with a person you never thought you'd see in the flesh.
the thing is, the staff never informed you of your future colleagues. the casting is a well-kept secret, even from the actors themselves, to prevent information leaks to the media before the official announcement.
you really wish you had time to prepare yourself before you had to meet xiao, though.
he's lounging by the sofa, curls of dark hair sprawled on the cushions. his face is obscured by an eye mask, fashioned in a cute design you wouldn't expect him to take an interest in at all. if you took a picture of him right now and printed them as merchandise, you're sure they'll sell like hotcakes, but a selfish part of you wants to keep this sight to yourself.
yes, because... because you've been crushing on him since forever!
you've seen his growth as an actor as far back as five years ago, when he only just started his career! he made the perfect mysterious pretty boy male lead, and the romance film he starred in was such a good classic! but he didn't get typecasted, no no. he went beyond his pretty boy persona to work in other productions, where he acted as the crazed antagonist in a horror movie. that, too, eventually became a classic film for any horror movie fan. his murderous glare is just too damn scary!
he's excellent in action-packed movies as well, there's never a need for stunt doubles with him. you've seen his behind the scene clips, and they're just awesome. he doesn't speak much in interviews, his replies clipped and hardly substantial, but you try to catch each piece of precious footage.
oh fuck i shouldn't be here. you snap back to your senses and reach for the doorknob, but the creaking sound of the door prompts xiao to twitch.
a pale hand drags down the eye mask to his chin, and his dazed golden eyes pin you in place.
“...who are you?”
it's a simple question, but it's like you're trying to prove your innocence to court. you begin to ramble, introducing yourself in a series of stutters, and explaining how you got to his room. you insist you aren't there to peep on him and it was a complete accident.
“...so you entered my room by mistake,” xiao summarizes your ten paragraphs-worth of explanation into a single concise sentence. he doesn't look angry, but doesn't look pleased by your presence either. “it's fine. i could guess the staff was too busy to show you your room.” he sits up properly, fixing his hair messy from his nap. “you're the journalist, right? i look forward to working with you.”
rather than a job, filming feels more like a reward. you get to see xiao everyday, get to talk to xiao even if it's just you commenting on the weather, get to eat with him in lunch breaks (you're seven seats away from him but that counts, right?) and get to act alongside him-
and xiao is the second male lead. you get to act romantic scenes with him. you get to act lovey-dovey with xiao in a police uniform because he's a policeman in this show.
each brush of your hands together sends your heart racing in a speed too fast to be healthy, but as an actor, you're expected to keep your composure and deliver your lines properly.
(the makeup artist is always wondering why you look so red on screen when she swears she didn't put much blush on you, though.)
“don't you need to ask something of me?”
you blink innocently as you peel off the heavy costume, the last scene for the day finally wrapped up. xiao must be feeling hot too because he's also wearing a huge coat in the middle of summer—his face is beet red.
“ask you for something...?” your cheeks burn bright. “oh no, was i too obvious?”
xiao awkwardly looks away. “you could say that.”
how mortifying! you fan your face, hoping your makeup isn't too melted. you already feel like an idiot, no need to look like one.
but xiao already thinks you're stupid. no turning back now.
“o... okay... since the cat is out of the bag, then...” you pull out a pen and a piece of paper, holding it out to him. “please give me your autograph!”
“...what.”
“i've been your fan for the last five years! i don't know who ratted me out, actually i'm about 87% sure it's childe, but since you know-”
“wait- what? five years?”
“.........if that's not what you're talking about, then what is?”
“no, i thought you wanted me to ask me ou-”
he seals his lips at the most crucial moment, horrified at himself. “sorry. i'll ask you another time.”
... and then he walks away. just like that.
“xiao, what about my autograph?!”
“forget it!”
“why all of a sudden?!”
二 ; childe, the scandal magnet
notorious for the massive number of scandals under his belt, it's a surprise to find ajax (with a stage name of childe) in the set of this major production. you're advised by your manager to steer clear of him and avoid unnecessary contact to prevent sullying your reputation, but you can't deny his acting prowess—he shines on the stage, a performance you can't tear your eyes away from.
he's incredibly versatile, capable of taking on any role and absorbing the character to make it come to life, almost as if he is its incarnation.
it starts as a simple game before actual practice, each actor asked to draw lots from pieces of paper scribbled with different roles, and given an accompanying script to base off of.
everyone laughs when childe, ironically enough, draws the “womanizer who cheats on his lover.”
unfortunately, you couldn't laugh along with them because you picked the “lover” role. your incredible (read: atrocious) luck astounds you.
it goes just about as well as everyone expects it. childe, seemingly in his element, plays the part of a perfect scumbag. it's easy to hate him like this, all flamboyant gestures and empty promises of “you are my one and only.” his performance inspires you to try harder, and so you raise your voice, your passionate screams of indignance almost sounding heart-felt, like you truly are experiencing a severe betrayal.
when childe sweeps you into his arms, whispering platitudes dripping with honey, you're nearly fooled into forgiving him.
it's hard to get yourself out of the role when the director ends the scene, satisfied with the act. childe's expression returns to its usual lazy grin, a far cry from the smug smirk prior, and he pats your head to wake you up. “nice work. i really felt like i was getting scolded by an angry girlfriend.”
dazzled by his brilliance, you barely have enough coherence to return the compliment.
your awe doubles when he performs his next act.
much to xiao's horror, he picks the “dying younger brother” role, a direct accompaniment to childe's “grieving older brother.” they make an... interesting pair, but they're also professionals, and the scene they perform almost makes you weep real tears.
xiao lays limp on the floor like a lifeless doll, and childe cradles him to his chest, delivering his lines with sobs and cries that sound too real to be an act. his heart-wrenching wails bounce from the walls, going straight to strike your heart. his voice cuts through the air, demanding your attention, as if telling you to keep your eyes on him and to never look away.
it's nothing like the sleazebag character he was playing twenty minutes ago, and you have to remind yourself your scripts are only given once you've drawn lots; he had a maximum of five minutes to read through it, process the information, decide how to deliver his lines, and visualize himself performing it in the best way possible.
like this, he doesn't look at all like the scandalous man everyone makes him out to be. he's just an earnest man who's good at pretending to be someone else.
it's terrifying to think about. did he ever act like his true self when the cameras stopped rolling, then? was he just playing the part of a “good co-worker” when he was talking to you earlier? was the whole “scandalous womanizer” image something he set up for himself? a reputation he deliberately made to attract the media's attention? it isn't unusual for actors to cause drama as a publicity stunt, after all.
no, that doesn't make sense. no matter how desperate, nobody would like bad rumors circulating about them. as much as your name is spread around, it also goes hand in hand with distasteful gossip. childe is plenty famous, even before the scandals began popping up, so he never really needed them and they would only further ruin his image...
...on the contrary, if there's anyone getting famous from those scandals, it's...
...the girls he supposedly hooked up with?
rather than making those scandals for fame, doesn't it make more sense if those girls fabricated stories and took advantage of his reputation?
it's no secret that meddlesome paparazzi and hardcore fans obsessively pry into celebrities' personal lives. if they sniff a hint of dating scandals, they don't stop digging. furthermore, once the media releases information to the public, people will take it as fact. in actuality, it doesn't matter what's true or not; what the public wants to believe becomes the “truth.”
if the people deemed it plausible, if they thought “childe would definitely do something like this, so of course if the girl says they hooked up in the dressing room, they did”...
...even if childe denied those claims, nobody would believe him. not even you. you didn't think about it until now. in fact, at the very beginning, you already had assumptions about him, devouring the media's lies.
childe laughs when you apologize to him. it was certainly a shock when you suddenly knocked on his door, then the instance he opened it, you began to bow deeply, nearly slamming your forehead to his chest.
“i'm used to it, don't worry.” he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “you were so stiff around me, it was pretty obvious what you thought of me. but you didn't have to apologize.”
“no, i do! i was being disrespectful!” you insist, taking him by surprise when you grab the lapels of his jacket. “you're nothing like what they say! i'm sure you've been through a lot just because everyone keeps saying whatever they want, without thinking of your feelings... and everyone laughed that one time we played the acting game... i... i can't take back the time i've spent being suspicious of you, but i want to change that!” you stare directly at his widened eyes, determined. “i want to know you better, ajax!”
the use of his real name stuns him and for a moment, all he can do is gape at you.
then he narrows his eyes, his lips shaping to a firm line, and he tugs you inside the room.
a yelp unwittingly escapes your mouth when you're pressed against the door, his arms caging either side of you. his expression is unfamiliar now, unlike anything you've ever seen before; uncharacteristically stern, harsher around the edges, spiteful gaze boring holes into your skull.
“you want to know me better... some pretty words you just said. what do you actually want?”
your breath hitches when his hand caresses your cheek, but the striking glare he's giving you makes you think he wants to sink his nails deep into your skin instead.
“this isn't the first time someone tried to approach me, you know. what, you want to be friends with me? you're going to ask if i can invite you to my house? then you're going to tell people how i took advantage of you while you were sleeping?”
“what- no! of course not!” you yell, face heating up just by the thought of it. “nevermind lying to the media, i don't have the guts to sleep over a guy's house i barely even know!”
his expression falls to a deadpan. “oh. my bad. you're quite pure, aren't you. of course you wouldn't.”
“that's what makes you believe me?!”
the arms caging you falls to his sides as he walks away, leaving you dumfounded. “right, right, sorry for scaring you. can't you let me off easy? it's pretty hard to trust someone when you're in my position. if i treat you to dinner, will you forgive me?”
“i... i came here with good intentions... now i feel as though i was harassed...”
his usual smile falls on his face, like he's a completely different person from the man who trapped you just seconds prior. “what do you think about seafood? i'll let you eat as many crabs as you like. i really am sorry, promise. if you were saying the truth earlier, then i'd be glad to know you better too, [name].”
you give him a look. “...if they saw us entering a restaurant together, wouldn't that attract rumors?”
“hm? is everyone so narrow-minded they think anyone who eats together is in an illicit relationship?”
the answer is no, so you eat as much crabs and shrimp as you want to your heart's content. you're getting your food's worth for that fright he caused earlier. childe isn't complaining anyway, only impressed with how much dishes you're practically inhaling.
in any case, it isn't a date. there is no ambience or heart-pounding romance of any sort. not when you're overtly taking advantage of his money and childe's taking ugly pictures of you mid-bite.
but then, of course, the media takes note of it; the topic of your outing is brought up at an interview, to which you fret and panic because you were never popular enough to be interviewed before, and they're asking if you're fucking childe, of all things-
“what are you talking about?” childe pops up behind you, unhelpfully wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if he wants to add fuel to the fire. he chuckles, tilting your chin to lean closer to his face. “i'm just pursuing [name]. nothing's happened yet. unless [name] wants to...”
you take it back. he's definitely at fault for having this many scandals.
三 ; albedo, the male lead
the first day of rehearsals, the protagonist of the drama isn't even there.
to your astonishment, nobody complains about it. twenty minutes into practice (most scenes skipped due to the protagonist's absence), the director gets a call and excuses himself outside. less than a minute after, he informs everyone the star of the show won't be able to make it.
the actors trade unsure looks, wondering what the hell is going on, but the rest of the staff remain unfazed. the director notices and explains, “it's albedo. his busy schedule can't be helped. his manager called me to let me know his flight got delayed.”
and then it makes much more sense.
albedo is well-renowned in the film industry, an extraordinary talent who first came into showbiz three years ago. it's not at all a long time, but it's long enough for him to receive countless awards and bountiful movie offers—he was just born for the stage. if anything, this drama is lucky to have him in it, not the other way around. a late arrival for a rehearsal is nothing. he could probably disappear for two months without telling anybody and when he comes back, the director would beg him to act for the drama for twice the pay. (an exaggeration, but you get the point.)
and... you're expected to partner with him? you? a speck of dust compared to the sun that is albedo? you have to match his brilliance and not look like a turd beside him on screen? you have to be equals with him and- and you actually get to- you get to hold hands with him, kiss him, and- those couple stuff? everything? his fans would murder you if your mother doesn't kill you first! you know she likes his movies a lot!
the fourth day of rehearsals, he finally comes to the set. not with an air of arrogance or excessive pride. he just exudes confidence, strutting to the room in an elegant poise you can't hope to replicate. he gives his sincere apologies for the inconvenience to the staff, all polite bows and offer of recompense.
“but there's no reason to worry,” he declares, gaze steely. “i won't make any more trouble for you.”
he refuses when the director suggests taking it slowly and instead goes straight to practice. but it doesn't look like he needs any of it at all.
as if he's been here all along, he falls into place with the other actors, not a single awkward pause in their scripted conversations and everything smooth sailing. he delivers a flawless performance, like the cameras are already rolling and he's practiced for tens of thousands of times already, not read through a portion of the script in the car ride towards the set.
there is one thing he's struggling with, however.
“you're too stiff with each other,” the acting coach comments, frowning slightly at the two of you and cutting the scene short. “rather than bickering, it's like you're actually arguing, and that's not what we want to portray.”
you blink, exchanging a look with albedo, and look down at his collar you're still gripping.
maybe you do look like you're trying to strangle him instead of pulling him closer to your face for some good ol' sexual tension.
originally, the characters you play didn't get along well in the beginning of the webtoon; the genius detective didn't like to rely on others, conceited enough to believe he can solve the case on his own, hence seeing the journalist as a hindrance since they kept pestering him to let them help him, and he help them in turn so they could work together. the detective didn't deem them “useful” for the investigation, and it was only much later that he (begrudgingly) admitted the journalist can be helpful... sometimes. thus officially starting their partnership for the investigation, and later on, partners in the romantic sense.
there were quite a lot of bickering scenes before the actual romance commenced, and you're struggling with finding a delicate balance to that—where exactly do you draw the line between petty squabbles and severe disputes? how do you show the chemistry between these two characters while butting heads in every instance? the enemies to lovers trope is harder to act than it seems.
“try to get familiar,” the director suggests. “you're stiff because you don't know each other well. you're too shy to touch or get closer. why not leave early and go on a little date by yourselves to fix that?”
“is that really okay...?” you say, unsure. besides being hesitant to leave earlier than the rest, you're also nervous to be alone with your co-actor.
“if he says it's fine, then it's fine.” albedo shrugs, starting to walk towards the dressing room and tugging you along. “but if we're going outside, we should wear disguises. it's also fine if we borrow some of your clothes, right?”
“of course, of course~” the director indulges him. “have fun, kiddos.”
as it turns out, albedo is a master of disguise. he doesn't even have a wig or anything but you almost can't recognize him clad in casual attire. he also almost looks like a stylist while figuring out what outfit to give you, and you're left in awe when you look at yourself in the mirror wearing clothes you wouldn't normally pick out yourself but they look really, really good on you, and they do a good job changing your image too. not that you think anybody would recognize you anyway, unpopular and all.
“where do you want to go?” you trail after him on the way to the bus station, always a step or two behind. albedo makes a humming noise, subtly slowing his pace to match your strides.
“why not just go wherever our feet takes us?” he pipes up. “as long as it's not teeming with people, of course.”
so with zero preparation at all, you do just that. you stop by a bookstore, with you showing him around the comics section and him adamantly insisting the plain hard-cover literature he's picking up is a thrilling epic that will definitely pique your interest, [name] stop yawning-
you pay a visit to the arcade, where you find albedo is clumsy with his feet and can't play dance dance revolution to save his life, but also unnecessarily adept with claw machines because he has a little sister who loves getting stuffed toys. you compete over who gets the most points in the basketball game to decide who pays for dinner, end up in a tie, and move on to a zombie shooting game. you win by a narrow margin and albedo tells you so, but you point a finger at the results and tell him to cough up the cash. then you play around in the photo booth using the craziest filters, and you take the liberty of pasting stickers everywhere.
dinner is a simple affair. albedo looks ready to go to some michelin star establishment but you introduce him to a sushi restaurant that's relatively cheap. he's impressed by the way you swipe at the conveyor belt so quickly. okay, so you may look like an utter glutton right now, but it's fine. not the first time you embarrassed yourself in front of a co-actor.
lastly, you stop by an ice cream shop to get gelato. your appetite is “awe-inspiring,” as albedo put it, but you argue there's always room for dessert.
“will this actually help us, though...?” you sigh, eating a spoonful of gelato. “i don't understand the difference between bickering and arguing.”
“we've done it the whole day,” albedo reminds you, using a tissue to clean the residue of cream on your cheek. “we'll do just fine.”
you stare at him in disbelief. “...is this also one of your habits from taking care of your sister?”
“ah. you could say that.”
just as albedo said, filming goes a lot more smoothly. the playful air is a huge improvement compared to last time when they said you looked ready to beat him to submission. the romantic tidbits are coming along well, too, spun between action-packed scenes where you're pressed against albedo in a slim locker to hide from the murderer lurking nearby or sweet slice of life moments outside of the investigation.
at last, the confession scene is upon you. just a while back, the two main characters got into a full-blown argument; the detective was irritated by the lack of progress in the investigation, and deduced his feelings were distracting him. he decided to keep the journalist at arm's length, never allowing them to go close. of course, they didn't react well to this, and so they pester him again, but the argument became heated and it eventually peaked to “you're an inconvenience to me!” which led them to separate ways.
the journalist, desperate to solve the case on their own, approached people who seemed to be in the know. they were nearly pulled into bed by an attractive yet suspicious man, who's genuinely interested in the journalist romantically and used intel on their younger brother's murder as leverage, but they get interrupted by the detective pounding on the door.
he dragged the journalist out, thoroughly upset at the notion of selling themself, but they deny the accusations and claim they were tricked.
the argument stretched longer, the both of them airing out everything they dislike about the other, but the detective accidentally slipped and confessed his real feelings. the journalist, who never thought of him that way, was frozen on the spot.
it's a long scene requiring much preparation. aside from the amount of lines you have to memorize, there's also a hotel suite you have to borrow for the shoot, the cameras they need to set for the “dragging” scene that has a lot of movement, the really awkward half-bedroom scene you have to act with your co-actor, and the fact that you have to take the confession scene before the sun completely set.
it's truly a busy day. anxiety plagued you the moment you came out of the makeup room, knowing what comes next.
but it's a job, and one especially you couldn't afford to slack on. the kind-of-but-not-really-bedroom scene goes without a hitch, but albedo interrupts you a tad bit too early; the top of your shirt is barely unbuttoned but he's already storming in, ripping you out of the other man's grasp.
the director doesn't chide him for it however, and he drags you out of the hotel as planned. you're a bit frazzled by the suddenness of it all, clothes still rumpled, but it adds on to your acting and your stuttering questions make the scene look more natural.
albedo's fury seeing you in such a disheveled state seems almost genuine, too.
“why are you acting like this?!” you pull your wrist away in an effort to make him let go, as described in the script, but albedo refuses to. an improvisation, perhaps? but now of all times...? “you didn't care about me before! are you trying to be nice now? didn't you say you were sick of putting up with me? you hated me for being stupid, right? guess what, then! i was stupid enough to get almost taken advantage of! if you're just going to lecture me, let go. i don't want to hear any of it. i already know how much of a fool i am.”
you're supposed to back away now, but he doesn't let you do that either. for one step backward, he takes two forward, nose nearly brushing with yours in the close proximity. your face heats up in a combination of confusion and embarrassment, your ears barely registering his lines.
“...never listen to me. you always go off on your own and i still think you're a reckless idiot. you're noisy and brash and you annoy me to no end,” he says in one breath, staring deeply into your eyes. “but seeing you with someone else annoys me even more. to the point i'd abandon everything just to get you back.”
“w...” your throat is incredibly dry. “why would you...”
“whether i like it or not, you've become important to me. i love your stupid laugh and your stupid smile. i love the way you look at me, and i don't want you to look at anyone else. you drive me crazy when you put yourself in danger because i don't want to lose you. i want you so badly that i want you to only think about me, spend time only with me, only love me. i-”
you're fairly certain this is nowhere near his lines in the script.
“i love you so much that it scares me.” his voice trembles as his hand lifts to cup your face, something that finally bears semblance to the original scene. “it was wrong of me to say those horrible things. not just last time. i've been terrible to you, and no amount of apologies can make up for it. but i ask only one more chance.”
his finger hovers at the corner of your lip.
“[name], won't you only look at me?”
you gape like a fish out of water, unable to reply. you're trying to remember your lines, flipping through the mental script in your head, but the director's “cut!” pulls you back to reality.
albedo blinks, getting himself out of the role, and he lets go of you reluctantly, the heat of his fingers lingering on your skin.
“the scene was good, but you said the wrong name.” the director laughs. “it's alright. we can still shoot where we last left off. return to your positions.”
as told, you go back to your previous position. you give a furtive glance at albedo, whose cheeks flare in humiliation. he's probably never done such a rookie mistake before. there's no reason to be that flustered about it; you've made the same error plenty of times.
“i apologize. i won't do it again next time.”
(if he's going to confess, the least he can do is make his own lines for the occasion.)
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五 ; scaramouche, the best friend
六 ; thoma, the former male lead
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STUPID CUPID! — 48
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SYNOPSIS. alone on valentine’s day, you decide to sign up for the student council’s fundraiser: a matchmaking survey, hoping to at least get a few laughs out of the whole ordeal. little do you know, park sunghoon (your archenemy since junior high) has the same idea. but it’s fine! your student body president, kim sunoo, would never tamper with the matching system, right?
note. we r nearing another vvv important moment!! i feel like those evil little cartoon witches cackling over my cauldron although that makes it sound like this will end up being sad it Won’t i promise
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