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Words to use instead of “said” organized by emotion/intention

Hyunjin: [throws Seungmin’s camera away]

Jisung: OH

Felix: NO

Jeongin: HE

Changbin: DIDN’T

Seungmin: BITCH FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL MAN

here’s a preview of the model cyno x fashion designer reader fic i’m currently writing (it was @valeriesteashop ‘s lovely idea!!)

the wc is currently 10.5k (yes a longggg standalone fic..) and i’ve still got a couple small bits left to write but expect this sometime soon! these are a few extracts/scenes from the fic, you might have seen some of these from the rbs on valerie’s post (this is taking forever but bear with me 😭).

p.s i am so sorry if you’ve seen this before this is a repost, i’ve had problems with my previous side blogs being hidden and i have no idea why lol common tumblr problems ig. hoping this will actually stay up😭

cw for mild mild suggestiveness after the second // ?? it’s barely there but just in case

waking up at first light was habitual to him, as were the gentle, firm kisses he pressed to your back of your shoulders and the crook of your neck, his mouth meeting your skin with the tenderness of someone who wished to wake their sleeping lover kindly, delicately, and gently, with fragments of his boundless love left with each small parting of his lips against your soft skin. because for you, he would’ve hated to abruptly shatter whatever peaceful state you’d been in as you slept. moments like these felt awfully domestic to him, though a small part of him, as young and unconcerned with lovey-dovey familial matters as he was, was grateful that in you there was a home for him. his lips curved into a smile as you’d been roused from your sleep, but you buried your face back into your pillows as you hummed, exasperated by the early start to the day he’d been trying to get you up to.

//

thick skin was needed for both designers and models alike, with the former being criticized for a lack or an abundance in creativity, for harsh critics would find flaws in any and everything regardless of how passionate a designer was in their work. and for the latter, their looks would be the focal point and many models had succumbed to the insecurities created by cruel words, leaving the industry to pursue work that would hopefully be kinder to them. even cyno couldn’t say he’d never felt the same way they did. it was a difficult profession you worked in, and he admired your creativity and desire to express, even though you withstood the blunt remarks and unkind feedback. you had a passion, one that burned and fueled your desire to have your art in the world, for it to be appreciated, recognized, coveted, yet it was contradictory to the fact that you didn’t wish to make your devotion into a business.

//

when he looks back around the time when he first met you, and everything that had transpired as a result of the tentative smile he’d given you. he knew that when you made your first advance, it had just been a fleeting moment of your curiosity getting the better of you, and that you had no particular reason for why you started what occurred that day. he thought that for certain, he had fallen harder and had also been the one to fall first. at first, the idea of it was just about ridiculous to him, leaving him frustrated and questioning what possibly could’ve compelled him to feel this way. it was only something simple and meaningless to you. you were just testing the waters, dipping your foot in experimentally and at the time he couldn’t help it, he all but fell in. probably with a tremendous splash too, metaphorically.

he still remembers the first time you touched him with surprising clarity. he’d been alone with you in the little studio where you worked, draping various fabrics across his chest, gauging which color would best fit his bronze skin. the golden light of the lamp in the corner lit a shadow across the room, illuminating your relaxed expression and the easy smile you gave him. he had you in close proximity to him, wanting to reach out and hold you to him, but never doing so in fear of overstepping your boundaries and the myriad of thoughts you had been puzzling out intently. then you trailed a finger across his skin, dragging along the defined planes of his face, admiring him as though he was so unimaginably beautiful that you could not take your eyes off him. and to you, that he was, your eyes never leaving his until you shifted your hand to cup his jaw, leaning in to brush your lips against his as eyelids fluttered shut and gentle exhales resounded in the little space between you. you were daring, with the way you kissed him again, parting your lips ever so slightly, an invitation to him. that which he gladly took, and he kissed you deeply that night in the dim light of your studio. he burned with longing, felt it as clear as day even with you right in front of him, and held you closer and closer to him, his body warm and flush against yours.

//

and he thought he would’ve reminisced over past teenage romances with you the whole night, if he could’ve.

“were you madly in love then?”

you grinned mischievously, before turning on your side to watch his expression. “yeah. i was.”

he smiled, reaching up to pinch your nose as you faked an exaggerated frown. “bullshit. you’re just trying to make me jealous.”

you cracked up as you flopped back onto the grass and laid down with a sigh. “you know, i wish it’d been you.”

“me?”

“yeah. i wish i’d met you before, all those years ago.”

“me too. it should’ve been you.”

you smiled, and simply rested your head on his shoulder. he reciprocated, leaning against you and feeling at peace with the silent joy that accompanied the fuzzy warmth he felt in his rapidly beating heart.

UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS 

TO EACH OTHER

❝  i love you.  and i know you don’t feel that way about me and that’s okay i just.  i wanted to get to say it at least once.  ❞

❝  what are you talking about—   of course i love you?  ❞

❝  but i do love you.  i always have.  i just thought you didn’t feel that way so i never said anything.  ❞

❝  look i…i do care about you.  a lot.  and i wish i could love you that way.  i really do but i just,  i’ve never seen you like that.  ❞ 

❝  …you love me?  ❞ 

❝  why didn’t you ever say anything?  ❞

❝  i did!  i loved you.  and i thought you didn’t feel that way so i moved on.  i’m with someone now.  why…why did you wait so long?  ❞

❝  why did you wait so long to tell me how you feel?  ❞

❝  i love you!   okay?  i’ve been so fucking in love with you for longer than i can remember.  ❞

❝  you should have told me how you felt.  ❞

❝  actually i…there was a little while there where i had this horrible crush on you.  if i’d known this was how you were feeling i would’ve gone for it.  ❞

❝  please don’t say it.  i know you don’t love me.  i don’t expect you to,  but just.  don’t make me have to hear you say it.  ❞

❝  i’ve loved you for so long…i don’t remember what it was like to not be in love with you.  ❞

❝  i can’t say no to you.  and it’s just not fair.  ❞

❝  please,  don’t be cruel.  i love you.  like really love you.  so if i’m just some passing curiosity for you…don’t.  don’t say anything at all. ❞

❝  you don’t get it.  i want the whole package with you. i don’t wanna be some fling you forget about in a few months.  ❞

❝  do you know how long i’ve waited for you?  ❞

❝  i don’t need you to love me back.  i just want you to be able to accept that this is how i feel.  ❞

❝  why did you think i wouldn’t love you back?  ❞

❝  will you just slow down a minute!  i’m trying to tell you i love you too.  ❞

❝  i wouldn’t have been messing around with anyone else if i knew about this sooner.  ❞

❝  will you stop crying so i can kiss you already?  ❞

❝  honestly i’d never thought about it…i just need time to think it over.  ❞

❝  i hadn’t ever taken the time to think about it.  but…that doesn’t mean i couldn’t love you.  ❞

❝  i just need to know.  do you love me?  or have i just been making this all in my head?  ❞

❝  i love you.  please don’t say anything yet.  you don’t need to say anything. ❞

❝  no—  they weren’t lying.  i do.  i love you.  but i didn’t want you to find out like that.  i didn’t want you find out at all,  actually.  ❞

❝  look can you just forget about it?  okay?  yeah i’m in love with you.  big deal.  it happens.  ❞

❝  yes i love you.  i’ll get over it.  ❞

❝  are you…are you really over me?  cause,  that’d actually really suck because i’m not over you.  ❞

❝  look,  i know you love me.  but you shouldn’t.  ❞

❝  you are far too good to love someone like me.  you’ll find someone better.  ❞

TO/FROM A THIRD PARTY

❝  if that’s how you feel about them why not just say it?  take a chance.  wouldn’t you rather know one way or the other?  ❞

❝  this whole time i didn’t see them…i didn’t see what was right in front of me and now it might be too late.   ❞

❝  i love them so much it hurts.  ❞

❝  love shouldn’t hurt this much.  this whole thing is just consuming you in a way that isn’t healthy.  ❞

❝  you either need to make a move or let them go.  ❞

❝  this isn’t good for you.  you can’t keep pouring yourself into someone who doesn’t even know you exist.  ❞

❝  you do see how they look at you,  right?  ❞

❝  don’t you realize they’ve been in love with you for years?  ❞

❝  they love you,  dumbass.  ❞

❝  look i’m so fed up with everyone knowing you two love each other except you.  go kiss them or shut the fuck up about it.  ❞

❝  just take a chance.  you might be surprised.  ❞

ACTIONS/SCENARIOS

[ CONFESSION ]  for sender to interrupt receiver’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ CONFESSED ]  for receiver to interrupt sender’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ STOP ]  for sender to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but receiver grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ STOPPING ]  for receiver to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but sender grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ CONFRONTING ]  for receiver to confront sender after a third party told receiver that sender is in love with them. 

[ DRAMATICS ]  for a near death experience to drive receiver to confess their feelings to sender. 

[ SEE ]  for receiver to be hurt and realize sender loves them because of the way they’re taking care of them. 

[ EAVESDROP ]  for receiver to overhear a conversation where sender talks about their feelings for them. 

[ HUSH ]  for sender to ramble about their feelings and how they know it isn’t requited only for receiver to put a hand over their mouth so they’ll be quiet long enough for them to explain they love them too. 

[ AWAKEN ]  for receiver to not think they feel the same way but realize after a simple hookup with sender that they’re in love with them to. 

[ CASUAL ]  for sender to want to sleep with receiver to get it out of their system.  but receiver winds up catching feelings to because of it. 

[ TENSION ]  for muses who have been pining for each other to finally have sex for the first time. 

[ BREAK ]  sender can’t take it anymore and kisses receiver out of nowhere. 

[ FREE ]  receiver can’t take it anymore and kisses sender out of nowhere. 

[ TRY ]  sender has confessed their feelings and receiver tries kissing them to see how they feel.  

[ TRYING ]  receiver has confessed their feelings and sender tries kissing them to see how they feel. 

Mmm, for some reason I’m really craving a whumpee who crashes headlong through the windshield of a car, tumbling over the hood to land in a bloody, unconscious heap on the asphalt – or into a nearby snowdrift, their blood staining the pearly white a thick, viscous red just in time for Christmas.

“Can I tell you a secret?” They tugged their fiance closer. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Their fiance pressed them to wall, catching their mouth in a searing kiss. Playing at flings and strangers. “Tell your fiance they have excellent taste. I’m engaged myself. Lovely thing. Amazing eyes.”

“Fantastic kisser?”

“Now you’re fishing.”

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“What’s the plan?”

They said nothing.

“There has to be a plan,” The protagonist’s voice cracked. “You always have a plan, right? I mean - you’re not actually going to - going to-”

“Sacrifice myself for you?” They flashed a mocking smile, that scorned the very suggestion of the idea. “Oh,” they touched the protagonist’s chest. “In a heartbeat.” 

minho: i hate seeing you like this

jisung: like how?

minho: in person.