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[ikeu05]

TIED BY SOME ✮ INVISIBLE STRING

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 need someone to spend my time with , to give and share all my love

series 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ── jake x fem!reader 1.6k fluff established relationship! au ─ they are engaged jake is downbad yn is downbad jake is a sweetie and giggly yn is loud and jumpy ── play𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᢉ𐭩 track 16 to track 20

[the camera cuts to yn, who’s already bouncing on the couch like she’s physically incapable of sitting still. she waves to the camera dramatically, both hands in the air.]

yn (grinning, already out of breath) “hiiiiii i’m yn and i’m—”

(inhales and then screams)

“GETTING MARRIED!!! to himmm!!!”

[she points aggressively as jake walks in behind her holding snacks, smiling like she’s his whole world.]

jake (sits down beside her, still grinning) “hi. i’m jake. and yes. i’ve made the very informed, very chaotic decision to marry this creature.”

yn (gasps dramatically) “CREATURE?! you proposed to me under a blanket fort. you’re just as bad.”

jake (nodding proudly, he leans in with a lovesick grin waiting for her to push him away like she always did) “and i’d do it again. with even more fairy lights.”

[they look at each other for two seconds too long before yn lunges forward like she’s about to bite his nose.]

jake (laughing, holding up a pillow to shield himself) “see? this is what i signed up for.”

yn (to the camera, serious) “he bit me first.”

jake (deadpan) “i did. on our third date. no regrets.”

[they collapse into giggles, leaning into each other instinctively. there’s no space between them.]

jake (still laughing) “we’re here to talk about how we met, what it’s like being engaged, and how many times she’s threatened to wear sneakers under her wedding dress.”

yn (shameless) “platform. glitter. sneakers.”

[they high-five without breaking eye contact.]

question 1: what’s one weird habit your partner has that you secretly find adorable?

yn (gasps loudly before Jake even picks up the card) “OH. OH I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA SAY.”

jake (grinning as he dramatically waves the card) “you don’t know.”

yn “i do. you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

jake (laughs, turning to the camera) “she does this thing—okay. so whenever she eats chips? she separates the folded ones and keeps them on the side like she’s saving them for a special occasion.”

yn (already howling with laughter) “THEY’RE THE CRUNCHY ONES, OKAY?! they deserve respect.”

jake (trying not to laugh) “she calls them ‘bonus chips.’ like she won a prize mid-snack.”

yn (nodding) “because i did.”

jake (shrugs) “it’s unhinged. and so cute. i catch her whispering ‘you’re the chosen one’ to one the other day—”

yn (screeching) “I KNEW YOU HEARD THAT!”

[they both burst out laughing. yn tries to hide her face in a pillow while jake pretends to reenact her chip ceremony.]

jake (dramatically) “‘you, little folded one… you’re different.’”

yn (snorts) “stop it i will bite you.”

jake (settling down, still giggling) “okay your turn. expose me.”

yn (takes a deep breath, then grins) “jake hums to himself when he’s looking for something.”

jake (blinks) “i what?”

yn “like, you’ll be looking for your keys and you’re just going ‘hmm hmm hmmmm’ like a confused little musical grandma.”

jake (covers face with both hands) “oh my god.”

yn (laughing) “and then the hum gets aggressively louder the longer it takes you to find it.”

jake (defensive) “it helps my brain focus!”

yn (teasing) “it helps me fall in love with you more.”

[they grin at each other again, both turning slightly pink, both trying not to smile as hard as they are.]

jake (softly) “you’re such a menace.”

yn “and you love it.”

question 2: what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever argued about?

yn (already laughing before jake even finishes reading the card) “don’t even get me started.”

jake (shaking his head with a grin) “no. nope. we are not bringing this up again.”

yn (dead serious, turning to the camera) “we fought for three days about whether a grilled cheese counts as a sandwich.”

jake (groaning) “it doesn’t!”

yn (gasps like he insulted her entire family) “it does. bread. cheese. more bread. sandwich. it’s in the name, puppy!”

jake (leaning in, mock-serious) “yeah, but it’s grilled, yn. it’s its own category.”

yn (clutching her chest like she’s wounded) “you’re a coward. you ate two that day and called them sandwiches out loud.”

jake (yelling through laughter) “i was trying to end the argument.”

yn (to the camera, still fired up) “i literally made a powerpoint.”

jake (nodding solemnly) “she did. it had transitions. it had a section titled ‘bread-logic.’”

yn (proud) “i rest my case.”

jake (grinning as he throws his arm around her) “you’re lucky i love you.”

yn (teasing) “you’re lucky i didn’t file a petition.”

[they dissolve into giggles again, jake kissing the top of her head as she tries to fake-sulk.]

jake (smiling into her hair) “you’re ridiculous.”

yn (smirking) “so marry me about it.”

jake (softly, without missing a beat) “already am, baby.”

[the next card slides onto the screen in glowing pink script, with tiny hearts floating around it]

question 3: who’s most likely to cry on the wedding day — and who’s most likely to forget their vows?

yn (without hesitation, pointing straight at jake)“oh, it’s him. easily.”

jake (gasping dramatically) “i haven’t even said anything yet!”

yn (giggling) “you don’t have to. we literally had to postpone our venue hunt because he cried at every single one.”

jake (pouting, leaning back with his arms crossed) “i was just emotionally overwhelmed by the thought of marrying you, sorry for having a heart.”

yn (mocking gently) “you were crying at a gazebo, puppy.”

jake (quietly) “it was a very romantic gazebo.”

yn (shaking her head fondly, leaning in) “he just kept whispering ‘we’re gonna get married here’ with tears in his eyes like a hallmark movie character.”

jake (grinning now, nose scrunching) “okay but… i just love you that much.”

yn (melts instantly, kisses his cheek) “you’re so annoying. i love you.”

jake (tilts his head at her) “okay then, who’s forgetting their vows?”

yn (raising her hand sheepishly) “okay, maybe me.”

jake (smug) “knew it.”

yn (laughing) “i’m gonna try! but like… if i go blank i’m just gonna wing it and start crying too.”

jake “i’ll probably cry even more if you wing it.”

yn “then i’ll really forget them.”

jake (grinning) “so we’re just gonna stand there sobbing and improvise a lifetime commitment.”

yn (nodding excitedly) “exactly.”

[they high-five with their pinkies instead of hands and giggle like absolute idiots.]

question 4: what’s a silly nickname you have for each other that no one else knows?

jake (immediately blushes and looks away) “nope. no. next question. we’re not exposing me like this.”

yn (grinning like she’s been waiting all day for this) “ohhhh we are. don’t even try it.”

jake (groaning into his sleeve) “you’re evil.”

yn (to the camera, proud) “i call him… chickie nugget.”

jake (in pain) “why are you like this.”

yn (giggling) “because he was sad once and i bought him nuggets and he lit up like a five-year-old. i was like, ‘do you want a nugget, chickie nugget?’ and it stuck.”

jake (through hands) “she says it in a baby voice too.”

yn (mocking herself in full force) “my wittle chickie nugget prince.”

jake (to the ceiling) “take me now.”

yn (leaning into him) “you love it.”

jake (grinning despite himself) “…yeah i do.”

yn (wiggling eyebrows) “your turn.”

jake (sighs dramatically) “fine. i call her… pikachu.”

yn (rolls her eyes) “i HATE it.”

jake (grinning now) “you literally bounce. like���physically. i’ll say one nice thing and she does this little squeak and jump thing and it’s like watching a cartoon.”

yn (mock-offended) “i do not—”

jake (leaning into her, teasing) “pikachu used to jump of joy, it’s super effective.”

yn (giggling through her protest) “i hate it. i hate you.”

final question: what’s the most unexpected thing you’ve learned about each other since getting engaged (especially during wedding prep)?

yn (instantly claps her hands together, all excited) “oh i know mine.”

jake (chuckling, already bracing himself) “she’s been waiting to say this.”

yn (turns to him with the biggest smile) “i didn’t know you were such a softie about the tiny things.”

jake (blinks) “wait—what tiny things?”

yn “you literally cried because our initials looked cute on a napkin.”

jake (defensive) “it was a very well-designed napkin.”

yn (giggling) “he sniffled and went, ‘babe… this is really happening.’ i thought he saw the venue or something. but no. it was the font.”

jake (mock proud) “i’m a man of taste and emotion.”

yn (leans into him affectionately) “i didn’t expect you to be so soft about the idea of marrying me. like, i knew you loved me. but you’ve made every moment feel like magic. even picking forks.”

jake (melts, literally just turns to mush) “stop that i’m gonna cry again.”

(clears throat dramatically) 

“okay, my turn. i didn’t know… you’d be so excited about the little things too. but in, like, a jumping-up-and-down kind of way.”

yn (blinks innocently) “i just like confetti, okay?”

jake “confetti. table runners. ribbons. one time she screamed because she found little bird-shaped placeholders and then kissed me five times for no reason.”

yn (defensive) “it was a very cute bird.”

jake (smiling) “i love it though. like… i didn’t know someone could be that happy about us. and seeing you that excited? it reminds me every single time that this is the best thing i’ll ever do.”

yn (softly) “…you’re gonna make me cry now.”

jake (grinning as he wraps an arm around her) “we’ll cry together. at the napkins. at the birds. at our vows that you definitely won’t remember.”

yn (laughing through watery eyes) “hey!”

jake (kisses her temple) “i love you, pikachu.”

yn (smiling against his shoulder) “love you more, chickie nugget.”

[the screen slowly fades to black as their laughter lingers in the background — the camera catching one last frame of her curled into his side, and his head resting on hers.]

thank you for reading <3 —yn & jake, tied by some invisible string.

nessie 🗯️ this one’s much shorter than the others but idk im in love with the whole engaged! au i think it’s so cute!!!

tag𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 @jaysguitarstring @wenomakiluvr @luvchaew @xoseraphinaa @loverbyfate @seungsoftly @in-somnias-world @i-peachesandstrawberries @zoe1love

[moradadabeleza]

Felipe Hueb

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Mateus Hueb destaca os critérios gerais que são considerados ao analisar obras cinematográficas Os filmes indicados e premiados em festivais de cinema passam por uma série de critérios que são avaliados por curadores e críticos. Durante o processo, são considerados diversos elementos que compõem uma obra cinematográfica, desde a direção até a fotografia, passando pela atuação, trilha sonora, roteiro e montagem. Para ajudar a avaliar esses aspectos, os críticos utilizam alguns parâmetros  que servem como guia para a análise de um filme. De acordo com Mateus Hueb, produtor de cinema e membro crítico responsável por realizar a curadoria de filmes para festivais nos EUA,  como o Hollywood Brazilian Film Festival  e o Filmatique, os critérios variam entre um festival e outro, como limite de duração, temas específicos, temáticas, e etc. “Apesar de que cada crítico tem sua própria opinião e seus próprios critérios, há algumas características que são valorizadas em geral que servem, inclusive, para a avaliação dos filmes selecionados para o Oscar”, afirma o profissional que dentre inúmeros trabalhos esteve na equipe do Diretor Pedro Kos no curta documental indicado ao Oscar Onde Eu Moro (Lead Me Home).  Sendo assim, ao prestar atenção nesses aspectos é possível avaliar com mais precisão a qualidade de um filme, apreciar melhor a obra cinematográfica e, a partir daí, ser capaz de emitir uma opinião sobre uma determinada obra embasada em argumentos mais sólidos. Confira as dicas do especialista:  Direção: Um dos principais aspectos avaliados pelos críticos é a direção. O diretor é responsável por conduzir a narrativa do filme, escolher o elenco e definir o visual da obra. A habilidade do diretor em criar uma atmosfera envolvente e emocional é um dos principais fatores que determinam o sucesso do filme. Performance: outro aspecto importante é a atuação dos atores. A capacidade de interpretar um personagem de maneira convincente e emocionalmente impactante é essencial para a qualidade do filme. A química entre os atores e a forma como eles se relacionam na tela também são fatores que influenciam na avaliação dos críticos. Roteiro: a qualidade do roteiro é outro aspecto avaliado pelos críticos de cinema. Um bom roteiro deve ter uma narrativa clara e coesa, personagens bem desenvolvidos e diálogos realistas. A originalidade do enredo e a capacidade de surpreender o público também são características valorizadas pelos críticos. Fotografia e trilha sonora:  fotografia e a trilha sonora também são elementos que contribuem para a qualidade do filme. A fotografia deve ser bem trabalhada, com uma composição de quadros que crie uma atmosfera envolvente. A trilha sonora deve estar em harmonia com a narrativa e deve ser capaz de transmitir as emoções dos personagens.  Estrutura: a estrutura refere-se à forma como a narrativa é construída e organizada dentro do filme, e é um aspecto importante para o sucesso e impacto da obra. Ela é geralmente dividida em três atos principais: o primeiro que estabelece a história, apresentando os personagens e suas motivações; o segundo ato desenvolve a trama e cria o conflito principal; e o terceiro ato resolve o conflito e conclui a história. Cada ato é composto por diversas cenas que ajudam a construir a narrativa e a desenvolver os personagens. Uma estrutura bem construída permite que o público se envolva emocionalmente com os personagens e a trama, criando um senso de identificação e empatia.  Originalidade/Criatividade: Um dos aspectos mais importantes avaliados pelos críticos é a originalidade. Um filme que traz algo novo e diferente é sempre bem visto. Por exemplo, a originalidade pode ser avaliada de forma mais ampla, considerando não apenas a história, mas também a forma como o filme aborda temas importantes, como questões sociais e políticas. A inovação técnica também é um aspecto que pode ser valorizado em festivais, como o uso de novas técnicas de animaç

ão ou a utilização de novas tecnologias. Além disso, os festivais de cinema também observam a relevância cultural do filme. Filmes que trazem à tona questões importantes e relevantes para a sociedade, como racismo, desigualdade de gênero e mudanças climáticas, são valorizados. A diversidade também é um aspecto importante, e os festivais buscam premiar filmes que trazem representatividade de diferentes grupos sociais. Agora que os cinéfilos a sutis apreciadores de obras cinematográficas já têm uma ideia do que avaliar, a próxima etapa, segundo Mateus, é assistir a um filme, seja um curta-metragem, um longa ou um documentário, e comentar com base nos critérios acima,  e, assim indicar ou não aos seus amigos.

[ghclassic]

[ikeu05]

STRANGERS OF THE ✮ SAME STAR

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 i'm allergic to the waiting , she's just a baby girl

series 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ── sunoo x fem!reader 3.3k fluff strangers!au ─ they are just goofy goofy cuties no warnings persay ── play𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᢉ𐭩 track 11 to track 15

[the camera opens on sunoo, already seated. he’s straightening his sleeves, grinning nervously but excitedly at the camera.]

sunoo (to camera, cheerfully) “hi! i’m sunoo.”

(he waves, then leans in slightly like he’s letting the audience in on a secret)

“i don’t know who i’m about to meet. all i know is — we’re asking each other 21 questions, and it’s kind of like a blind date?”

(laughs)

“i’m a little scared, not gonna lie.”

[suddenly, the door creaks open behind him. he glances over his shoulder.]

[yn walks in — slightly hesitant at first, but smiling when she sees the setup. she looks over at him.]

yn (softly, polite) “hi… sorry i’m late.”

sunoo (already smiling wide) “you’re not! i was just panicking early.”

[she laughs as she walks over and takes the seat opposite him.]

yn “i’m yn.”

sunoo “sunoo.”

(they shake hands across the table, both smiling a little shy, a little curious — two strangers trying to seem more confident than they feel.)

sunoo (grinning, nodding toward the cards) “wanna ask the first question? or should i?”

yn (smiling softly) “you go. i need to mentally prepare.”

sunoo (playfully gasps) “ohhh she’s already scared of me?”

yn (teasing) “i don’t know you.”

sunoo (laughs) “fair. but i’ll win you over in like… three cards.”

question 1: what’s something you’ve always wanted to try but never have?

sunoo (snatches the card and reads it aloud, eyes wide) “oooooh. okay. okay. this one’s deep.”

yn (immediately placing her drink down with a thud) “wait, this is a serious one. i need a second.”

sunoo (mock panicked) “no, because what if my answer is embarrassing?”

yn (leaning forward dramatically) “sunoo. that’s exactly what we’re here for.”

sunoo (gasps) “you’re right. okay okay okay…”

(he puts both hands on the table like he’s about to make a confession.)

sunoo “i’ve always wanted to go skydiving.”

yn (gasping like he just told her he robbed a bank) “no.”

sunoo “yes! and not the cute kind where they strap you to an instructor and hold your hand. i mean like — i want the full main character free fall from the sky screaming into the wind — moment.”

yn (laughing) “i can’t even jump off my bed without twisting my ankle. that’s insane.”

sunoo “exactly. i want the near-death experience and then i want pancakes afterward.”

yn (wiping away a fake tear) “that’s the most chaotic bucket list i’ve ever heard.”

sunoo (grinning) “your turn. i know you’ve got something unhinged.”

yn (nods solemnly) “i’ve always wanted to… steal a traffic cone.”

sunoo (gasps like she just revealed a felony) “you’re criminally underrated for that.”

yn “i don’t know why! every time i see one just standing there… minding its own business… i want to bring it home.”

sunoo (dead serious) “i would support that. i’d help. we’d get matching cones and paint them.”

yn (nodding dramatically) “i even got furniture to match the contrastingly vibrant orange hue.”

sunoo (slamming the table with laughter) “okay no but why is this so funny???”

[the camera zooms out slightly as they both burst into laughter, leaning back in their chairs, already more comfortable with each other.]

question 6: what’s your favorite memory from childhood?

yn (grinning as she picks up the card and reads it) “ooh, this one’s gonna be cute, i can feel it.”

sunoo (already beaming) “i have so many. i was an adorable child, you don’t even understand.”

yn (teasing) “you still are an adorable child.”

sunoo (pretending to blush) “stoppp i’m shy.”

yn “liar. go on.”

sunoo “okay okay okay — my favorite memory is when i was like… six, and my mom got me this ridiculously oversized teddy bear for my birthday.”

(he starts laughing at the memory already)

sunoo “it was taller than me. it didn’t even fit through the door properly. and i named it ‘detective bear.’”

yn (choking on her drink) “detective bear?!”

sunoo (very proud) “yes. because i watched too many cartoons and was convinced he solved crimes while i was at kindergarten.”

yn (wheezing) “sunoo, that’s a movie plot. you were delusional.”

sunoo “i was creative. there’s a difference.”

yn (placing her hand over her heart) “no, because that was so sweet. i can’t top that.”

sunoo “you better try. i’m invested now.”

yn “my favorite childhood memory was when i got lost in a grocery store — but instead of crying, i just started shopping.”

sunoo (jaw dropping) “you what?”

yn “i grabbed one of those little plastic kid-sized carts and just started collecting snacks. like i was on a game show.”

sunoo (fully doubled over laughing) “you went on a mini haul while lost??”

yn “yes! by the time my mom found me, i had chips, biscuits, candy, and a tiny watermelon.”

sunoo (crying) “you were built for this chaotic world. i respect the hustle.”

yn (smug) “i was six years old and already curating a vibe.”

question 9: what kind of person do you feel the most like yourself around?

sunoo (sits up straighter, blinking) “oh wow… okay, this one’s kind of deep?”

yn (already hugging her knees a little in her chair) “i feel like i’m gonna expose my entire personality here.”

sunoo (dramatically gasping) “perfect. let’s traumatize ourselves. go first.”

yn (laughs, then actually thinks for a second before speaking, her voice softer now) “i feel the most like myself around people who… let me take my time.”

sunoo (nods slowly) “mmm.”

yn “like, people who don’t fill silence just to fill it, and don’t expect me to always have something clever or bright to say. people who can sit with me, even when i’m quiet or weird or not put together.”

(she smiles a little to herself, almost shyly)

“when someone doesn’t try to fix me… just let me be? that’s when i feel safe enough to actually be me.”

sunoo (smiling, visibly touched) “that’s such a good answer. oh my god.”

yn (smiling back) “okay your turn. let’s hear your ted talk.”

sunoo (rests his chin in his palm thoughtfully) “i think… i feel the most like myself around people who laugh easily.”

yn (already nodding) “yeah. that makes so much sense for you.”

sunoo “like, if someone gets my dumb jokes or reacts dramatically with me, i feel like i can let go of that ‘be perfect’ instinct. because i’m kinda extra, you know?”

yn (grinning) “kinda?”

sunoo (fake offended) “rude! but, true.”

(he chuckles softly, a more genuine one this time.)

“i think when people let me be loud and soft — that’s when i’m fully myself. not just the performance version of me.”

[there’s a soft pause. they’re both looking at each other now — not quite smiling, not quite serious. just… understanding.]

[then sunoo clears his throat, breaking the moment with a dramatic clap.]

sunoo “anyway, your answer made me emotional so you’re banned.”

yn (laughing) “says the one who wants to jump out of planes and cry over teddy bears.”

question 13: when was the last time you felt truly understood?

sunoo (reading it slowly, then leaning back in his chair, wide-eyed) “woah. this feels like therapy.”

yn (eyes wide, dramatically clutching her chest) “i wasn’t emotionally prepared for this today, hello?!”

sunoo (laughing) “do we cry now or after?”

yn “we cry during. duh.”

[they both giggle, but there’s a softness behind it now. a calm pause before they answer.]

yn (takes a small breath, eyes thoughtful) “i think… it was a few months ago. i was on a call with one of my closest friends, and i was just— ranting. not even asking for advice, just spiraling.”

(she smiles a little at the memory.)

“and she didn’t interrupt me. didn’t try to fix it. she just listened, then said one sentence that made me stop crying.”

sunoo (softly) “what’d she say?”

yn (pauses, then repeats gently) “she said, ‘i know it’s heavy. but you don’t have to carry it alone this time.’”

(she shrugs, voice smaller.)

“i didn’t realize how badly i needed to hear that. that i wasn’t hard to love. just… tired.”

sunoo (quietly) “that’s beautiful.”

yn (smiles, nodding at him) “your turn, therapy buddy.”

sunoo (blinks slowly, visibly more serious now) “for me… i think it was during a really bad week where i felt like no one was seeing me — not the real me.”

(he twists the cap of his drink a little, thinking)

“and i was on facetime with my older sister, and i was being all dramatic like, ‘no one gets it, everyone thinks i’m just the sunshine guy, no one knows when i’m tired.’”

(he laughs once — soft, almost self-deprecating)

“and she just looked at me and said, ‘you don’t have to shine all the time, sunoo. i still see you in the dark.’”

(his voice wavers for just a second)

“and i cried. like, actually cried. ugly tears.”

yn (heart clearly in her eyes) “that’s the realest thing ever. i love her and i don’t even know her.”

sunoo (grinning through glassy eyes) “she’d love you back, trust me.”

[there’s a beat of silence — not uncomfortable. just soft. grounded.]

question 14: what do you find most beautiful in other people — physically or emotionally?

sunoo (reading the card out loud, then letting out a little gasp) “ohhh. this one’s deep and dangerous.”

yn (laughing) “i know i’m about to overshare and get emotional… help.”

sunoo (pretending to panic) “who gave us permission to be this vulnerable?!”

yn (teasing) “you did. when you said you wanted your movie to make people rage-tweet.”

sunoo “true. okay, go first before i start crying from just thinking about my answer.”

yn (gathers herself, tucking one leg under the other, thinking) “i think… emotionally, i find it really beautiful when people are gentle with things they don’t understand.”

sunoo (instantly nodding) “mmm.”

yn “like, when someone listens to something new — a perspective, a struggle, even just someone’s weird little interest — and doesn’t make fun of it. just listens. with curiosity and kindness. that’s beautiful to me.”

(she smiles slightly, looking down at her hands.)

“because it means they aren’t afraid to care. and that’s really rare.”

sunoo (softly, with admiration) “you give poets energy. i’m obsessed.”

yn (laughs shyly) “okay now it’s your turn, you dramatic icon.”

sunoo (smiling but clearly touched) “okay. emotionally… i think it’s really beautiful when people love out loud.”

(he presses his lips together for a second, eyes glimmering.)

“like — not in a performative way. but when someone compliments others easily, or hugs first, or remembers tiny things people say just to make them feel seen?”

yn “yes. i love those people.”

sunoo (nods) “exactly. people who aren’t afraid to be soft. who say ‘i miss you’ or ‘that made me happy’ without overthinking it.”

(he leans back, grinning slightly.)

“and physically? i love crinkly eyes when someone laughs.”

yn (melting) “they’re the cutest. like, top-tier joy indicators.”

sunoo “exactly. if someone’s eyes crinkle when they laugh? i’m already in love a little.”

[they both smile at each other — a quiet, mutual kind of joy filling the space between them.]

question 15: what’s one thing you’re afraid people won’t like about you?

sunoo (reading it, eyebrows rising slowly) “ooooh. okay, this one is… scarily specific.”

yn (makes a dramatic yikes face) “let me just emotionally detach for a sec.”

sunoo (laughing softly) “i feel like this one hits everyone. like, we all have that one thing we try to hide.”

yn (nods) “yeah. go on, brave soul. rip the band-aid.”

sunoo (fiddling with the straw of his drink, more thoughtful now) “i think i’m afraid people won’t like how… sensitive i am.”

(he smiles, but it’s a little sad)

sunoo “i joke a lot, i’m loud, i can be all sparkly and confident. but like—sometimes things affect me more than i let on. a tone shift. a small change. silence.”

(he exhales lightly)

“i think i’m scared people will think i’m too much. or that i take things too personally. when really, i just feel things deeply.”

(he looks over at yn with a small smile)

“it’s not always pretty. but it’s me.”

yn (quietly, genuinely) “i love that about you already. like, for real.”

sunoo (softly) “thank you. you’re gonna make me cry on camera.”

yn (playfully points at herself) “alright, now my turn to trauma dump.”

yn (bites her lip, thinking, then slowly says) “i’m afraid people won’t like how quiet i am at first.”

(she folds her hands together in her lap, voice a little gentler now)

yn “like, i take time to open up. and i worry that people mistake that for being cold or boring. or that they’ll give up before they even know me.”

(she shrugs, looking at the table for a moment.)

“i’m not shy, really. i just… observe a lot. and i need to feel safe before i get goofy or soft.”

sunoo (softly) “that’s not boring. that’s thoughtful.”

yn (smiles, a little surprised) “you really think so?”

sunoo (sincere) “absolutely. i like that you take your time. it makes the version you do show feel real.”

[there’s a quiet beat of understanding between them — the kind of silence that doesn’t need to be filled.]

[then the screen fades gently into the next card, drifting upward like a thought bubble

question 18: when was the last time someone made you feel special? what did they do?

sunoo (reading the card aloud, voice dipping softer with each word) “awh… this one’s so sweet.”

yn (already clutching her chest) “okay wait, this one’s gonna make me cry if i think too hard.”

sunoo (smiling) “good. let it. crying is hot.”

yn (laughs through a sniffle) “you’re so unserious— go first before i get emotional on your behalf.”

sunoo (leans forward on his elbows, eyes a little glassy already) “it was a couple weeks ago, actually.”

(he picks at the sleeve of his sweater, voice gentle)

sunoo “i’d been having a rough few days — just feeling kind of invisible, honestly. like i was smiling a lot but no one really noticed that i wasn’t okay.”

(he shrugs slightly)

“and then, one of my friends showed up to my place — unannounced — with a bag of tteokbokki and a playlist called ‘songs that feel like you.’”

yn (eyes wide, hand flying to her heart) “nooo… that’s so specific and sweet.”

sunoo (smiling softly) “she didn’t even ask what was wrong. she just said, ‘i figured today was loud in your head, so i’ll be the quiet.’”

(his voice breaks slightly at the end)

“and i just… i felt seen. without having to explain.”

yn (softly, after a pause) “that’s not just special. that’s healing.”

sunoo (nods, eyes glossy) “yeah.”

yn “okay… my turn before i fully cry for you.”

(takes a small breath, voice a little steadier than she expected)

“mine’s small. but it really meant a lot.”

(she fidgets with the edge of the question card before setting it down)

“there’s this barista at a café i go to a lot. i never told them my name, never really talked much, just ordered quietly and sat alone.”

(she smiles gently)

“and then one day, i walked in and they handed me my drink — and the cup said, ‘yn ) you’re someone’s favorite person.’”

sunoo (melting instantly) “oh my god, stop it. i’m sobbing.”

yn “i don’t know if they knew i needed that. but i really, really did. it felt like… someone was rooting for me. even a stranger.”

sunoo (softly, like it’s a fact) “you’re easy to root for.”

yn (blinks, caught off guard by the sincerity) “…thank you.”

question 20: if you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?

yn (reads it softly, holding the card like it’s fragile) “oh wow…”

sunoo (nods, voice low now) “yeah. that one kinda hits you in the chest, huh?”

yn “yeah.”

sunoo (gently) “you go first. if that’s okay.”

yn (nods, taking a breath) “yeah.”

yn (folds her hands in her lap, her voice a little slower, more thoughtful) “i think i’d tell her… you don’t have to shrink to be loved.”

(she blinks hard, but keeps her voice steady)

“you don’t have to dim the parts of you that are loud or messy or too soft. you’re not too much. you’re not ‘wrong’ for feeling things deeply.”

(she looks off for a moment, like she can almost see that younger version of herself)

“i’d tell her it’s okay if not everyone understands you. the right people will. and you’ll feel like home to them.”

(she smiles faintly)

“i’d tell her she’s going to be okay. and she’ll be loved without having to beg for it.”

sunoo (barely above a whisper) “…that was beautiful.”

yn (smiles at him, a little teary but not sad) “your turn. what would you say to mini sunoo?”

sunoo (leans back slightly, eyes softer than they’ve been all day) “i think i’d tell him… you’re allowed to take up space.”

(he taps his fingers together gently as he speaks)

sunoo “you don’t always have to make yourself smaller so other people feel comfortable. you don’t have to keep performing happiness when you’re tired.”

(he pauses for a beat, then continues with a small smile)

“i’d tell him being emotional isn’t a flaw. that he’s not weak for crying. that softness isn’t a defect — it’s a strength.”

(his voice goes a little quieter at the end)

“and that one day, someone’s gonna look at him and think… he’s the best part of the room. and it won’t be because he’s pretending. it’ll be because he’s just being himself.”

yn (quietly, moved) “you’re definitely the best part of this room.”

sunoo (grinning, a little pink) “don’t make me cry again, please.”

[they both smile at each other — the kind that says “i see you” without needing to say anything else.]

question 21: right now, in this moment, what do you feel most drawn to about me?

sunoo (reads it slowly, like he’s absorbing every word) “oh…”

(he looks up from the card, eyes meeting yn’s with something quieter than surprise — like understanding. something new)

yn (softly, trying not to smile too much) “we really saved the most intense one for last, huh?”

sunoo (nodding, a little breathless) “yeah. but i’m kinda glad we did.”

(turns to face her more fully now, elbows on his knees, voice soft but sure)

“i think… i’m most drawn to how you look at people when you listen.”

(yn blinks, slightly caught off guard)

sunoo “you don’t just hear them. you hold space for them. like whatever they’re saying is the most important thing in the world at that moment.”

(he smiles, his voice barely above a whisper now)

“i think that’s rare. and really beautiful. and i like the way i feel when you look at me like that.”

yn (quiet, touched) “…that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

sunoo (soft laugh) “your turn. but no pressure to be that poetic.”

yn (smiles, cheeks a little warm) “okay…”

(her voice light at first, but with something grounded in it)

“right now, i think i’m drawn to… how safe i feel around you.”

(she folds her hands slowly, eyes on his the whole time)

“you’re funny and dramatic and sparkly — but there’s also this calm to you. like… i could be crying or rambling or doing nothing at all, and i’d still feel like you’re right there with me.”

(she gives a small, nervous laugh.)

“and that doesn’t happen with everyone. it definitely doesn’t happen with strangers.”

sunoo (gently) “are we still strangers?”

yn (smiling, soft) “not really.”

[they sit there for a second longer, neither rushing to speak. just looking at each other — not with the wide-eyed curiosity they started with, but something more settled. more sure.]

[then sunoo shifts, leaning slightly across the table.]

sunoo (teasing, but hopeful) “okay so… when do we go on a second fake date?”

yn (pretending to think) “depends. will detective bear be there?”

sunoo (grinning) “only if you bring cone-thony.”

[they both laugh — the kind of laughter that lingers even after the sound fades.]

[the camera slowly pans out, leaving them in frame — still sitting close, still smiling at one another, something unspoken but entirely present between them.]

thank you for reading <3 —yn & sunoo, strangers of the same star.

nessie 🗯️ this one is rather long but omg i love the strangers to possible lovers pipeline so much??? especially when it's obvious they are meant to be together. this one is a bit cringe(?) idk but it's still cute ig??? i hope??????

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SIXTEEN YEARS OF ✮ WILL THEY, WON'T THEY

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 he tells me he's gentle when he wants to be , so i think he wants to be gentle with me

series 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ── riki x fem!reader 2.3k fluff best friends! au ─ riki and yn are messy and loud lowk cringe(?) ── play𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᢉ𐭩 track 21 to track 25

[the camera pans in to catch yn already mid-laugh, curled sideways on the couch as she shoves a piece of candy into riki’s mouth. he accepts it without question, like this is completely normal.]

yn (grinning, barely holding it together) “hi!! i’m yn and this terror is my best friend.”

riki (mouth full, grinning like an idiot) “i’m riki. i’ve survived 16 years of friendship with this one. pray for me.”

yn (deadpan) “he once tried to dye my hair blue in eighth grade.”

riki (shrugs) “your instructions were vague.”

yn (to the camera, serious) “they were ‘please don’t dye my hair blue.’”

riki (smiling like he knows he’s her favorite anyway) “and yet… here we are. still best friends. still chaotic. still allegedly not in love.”

yn (mocking) “right. because sharing a netflix account, knowing each other’s phone passwords, and fake-dating every time someone flirts with one of us is totally platonic.”

riki (deadpan) “it’s called emergency prevention, thank you.”

yn (smirking) “you’re just scared someone else will like me more.”

riki (without missing a beat) “i am. what then.”

[they both pause, smiling at each other for a second too long before quickly looking away like nothing happened.]

yn (clears throat, playful again) “anyway. we’re here to answer some questions and definitely bully each other.”

riki (grinning) “let’s go. but if she cries, it’s not my fault. she gets sentimental.”

yn (glaring) “you cried when i gave you a friendship bracelet in 2011.”

riki (quietly) “you broke your hand making that bracelet.”

[they both burst out laughing, leaning into each other instinctively.]

question 1: have you ever been mistaken for a couple — and did you correct them?

[both riki and yn immediately burst out laughing before the question’s even fully read aloud. riki tilts his head back like he’s been waiting for this since they walked in.]

riki (already grinning at her) “yup. there it is.”

yn (mocking the camera sweetly) “wow. what a completely unexpected question. we’re just shocked.”

riki (pretending to be offended) “we never get this. ever. not at all. definitely not last week at brunch.”

yn (pointing at him) “you’re literally the one who fed me a strawberry mid-conversation—”

riki (interrupting, smug) “—because your hands were full!”

yn (to the camera) “we were at a restaurant. my hands were full of air. they were not full.”

riki (shrugs) “okay, okay. in our defense—yeah. it’s happened. a lot.”

yn (nods dramatically) “like. strangers. friends. teachers.”

riki (muttering) “your mom.”

yn (gasping) “don’t bring my mom into this.”

riki (grinning) “she literally pulled me aside in high school and asked if we were dating and not telling you.”

yn (wheezing) “she thought you would tell her before i would???”

riki “i think she knew you’d panic and stop talking to me.”

yn (after a pause, still giggling) “anyway. to answer the actual question — yes. we’ve been mistaken for a couple more times than we can count. did we correct them?”

riki (looking over at her, smirking) “depends on the day.”

yn (laughs, leans into him slightly) “sometimes we do! sometimes we’re like, ‘no no, just best friends.’ other times…”

riki (smiling softly) “we just… don’t. i don’t think either of us really mind it.”

yn (a little quieter now) “yeah. like… it’s not that we’re pretending. but it’s also not wrong?”

[they both glance at each other, almost like they didn’t mean to get that honest. there’s a pause, but not an awkward one — the kind where silence is comfortable because they’re comfortable.]

riki (softly, then joking to lighten it up) “besides, if i corrected every person who thought she was in love with me, i’d never get anything done.”

yn (glares, throwing a cushion at him) “you wish.”

riki (rolls his eyes) “so, final answer? we’re just best friends.”

yn (grinning) “with excellent couple cosplay skills.”

[the camera zooms in briefly on their pinkies brushing — not quite holding, not quite letting go.]

question 2: what’s the most ‘couple-ish’ thing you’ve done together—without realising it?

yn (groaning the second she reads it) “oh god. there are so many. this question is actually an attack.”

riki (leaning back dramatically) “i feel like 90% of our friendship could be submitted as evidence in a fake dating au.”

yn (to the camera) “he literally had a matching contact photo of us as cartoon frogs for two years and told people we were married for a bit. a bit that went on for two years.”

riki (mocking innocence) “we were committed to the bit.”

yn (pointing) “you brought me soup when i was sick and cut my toast into hearts.”

riki (shrugs) “i was bored and the knife was right there.”

yn (looking at him like she’s about to explode) “who cuts toast into hearts ‘just because’?!”

riki (grinning, then rubbing the back of his neck) “okay, but the most couple-ish thing… was probably the anniversary thing.”

yn (already hiding her face in her hands) “stop. don’t tell them.”

riki (to the camera, beaming) “so. every year, on the day we became best friends, we do this whole day where we take each other out. like a real-deal date. dinner, gifts, corny cards. the whole thing.”

yn (muffled into her sleeve) “we wore nice outfits last year. i wore a dress. he held my hand all day.”

riki (teasing) “you said it was romantic!”

yn (glaring) “because you called it our bestieversary.”

riki (laughing) “hey, i bought you a necklace. that was thoughtful.”

yn “it had a tiny letter ‘r’ on it.”

riki (innocent face) “for resilient. obviously.”

[there’s a pause. neither of them are laughing anymore, but their smiles linger — warm, private, unspoken.]

yn (quietly, not looking at him) “we really do act like a couple sometimes, huh?”

riki (softly, but sure) “yeah. but it never felt weird.”

yn (nodding, eyes flicking to his) “just feels like… us.”

riki (winking at the camera) “still just best friends, though. don’t worry.”

yn (laughing) “yup. totally platonic. just aggressively affectionate, emotionally codependent, and maybe lowkey soulmates.”

riki “what could possibly be confusing about that?”

question 3: what’s one thing you love about them that you refuse to say out loud?

[there’s a pause. both riki and yn look at each other knowingly — they’ve been chaotic and teasing this whole time, but even they know this one’s different.]

camera crew “for this one, we’ll have one of you wear headphones while the other answers.”

yn (grinning nervously) “oooo secret confessions time.”

riki (smirking) “scary. i’m going first.”

[he slides the headphones over his ears, mouthing “can’t hear you!” and throwing up a peace sign while nodding to the beat of whatever’s playing.]

yn (quietly, a little more thoughtful now) “there’s this… thing he does. when he thinks i’m upset.”

(she glances at him, watching the way he bobs to the music, totally unaware.)

yn “he’ll ask me if i’m okay — once. just once. and if i say yes, he’ll drop it like he believes me. but then he’ll stay. he won’t leave. he’ll sit next to me or text me something dumb or send me videos of dogs wearing sunglasses.”

(she smiles, small and soft.)

“i love that he never pushes. but he never walks away either.”

(a pause. she shrugs like she’s trying to play it off, but her voice is quieter now.)

yn “i’ve never had someone who doesn’t need me to say i’m hurting to know i am. i don’t think i’ve ever told him how much that means to me.”

[she taps his cheek lightly, signaling she’s done. riki pulls off the headphones with a grin.]

riki (teasing) “bet you just said my skincare routine.”

yn (deadpan) “yup. your pores are so emotionally intelligent.”

[she slips the headphones on, mouthing along to the song as she points a finger at him like don’t roast me when this is over.]

riki (glancing at her, then turning to the camera — his voice shifts slightly, a little steadier, a little quieter) “she always finds the light in things.”

(he fiddles with the fabric on his jeans while he speaks.)

riki “even when she’s the one going through it. she doesn’t know i see it — how she’ll be in the middle of a bad day but still compliment someone’s outfit, or make someone laugh, or tell me ‘you need to eat, you skipped lunch again’ even if she hasn’t eaten either.”

(he breathes out, steadying himself.)

riki “i love how deeply she cares. like, truly cares. even when it hurts her. even when she doesn’t say it out loud.”

(there’s a pause, and then he chuckles to himself.)

riki “and maybe i don’t say it out loud either… ‘cause if i did, i’d probably say more than i should.”

[he stares at her waiting for her to look back. when she does, he sticks his tongue out, signaling that he’s done. she pulls off the headphones with her usual bounce.]

yn (grinning) “i said something cute, didn’t i?”

riki (smiling back) “painfully cute.”

[their eyes linger a little too long again. no teasing this time. just something understood and unspoken.]

question 4: have you ever wondered what it would be like to date each other? even once?

[the moment the card is revealed, yn lets out the loudest gasp, instantly grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking it against riki’s arm.]

yn (already laughing, blushing) “why would they do this to us?!”

riki (trying so hard not to laugh) “they’ve been waiting for this moment like it’s the season finale.”

camera crew (chiming in, teasing) “you two give serious ‘if we’re both single by 40’ energy.”

yn and riki (deadpan and in unison) “we do have a single at 40 pact.”

[it’s so quiet for a beat before someone from the crew goes ‘oh my god’ in a very high squeal. they burst out laughing after that.]

yn (trying to get serious, failing) “okay okay. real talk? yeah. of course we’ve thought about it. you don’t stay best friends with someone for sixteen years and not have at least one ‘wait… what if?’ moment.”

riki (nods, leaning forward, more thoughtful now) “i mean… we’ve been through everything together. breakups. job stuff. family drama. first crushes. college applications. car breakdowns. emotional breakdowns. that one time with the bird—”

yn (snorting) “it attacked me.”

riki (dead serious, ignoring her) “anything and everything. yeah. i’ve thought about it. a couple times. like… when we’re out late grabbing milkshakes and she’s telling me about her day and laughing with her whole face… sometimes i’ll just wonder.”

(he looks over at her, and this time it’s not teasing. it’s soft. like he doesn’t need to joke to hide it anymore.)

riki “not in a forced, dramatic way. just like… ‘if this is what it feels like now, what would it be like if we were… more?’”

yn (quietly, nodding) “i’ve wondered too. usually when you do something really stupid and i’m like ‘ugh, no one’s ever gonna deal with that.’ and then i think—‘wait, i do.’”

(she smiles, but her voice is gentle now.)

yn “it’s weird, because it’s always been so easy to love you. even if it’s not the dating kind. even if i don’t know what kind it is half the time.”

riki (after a beat) “maybe it’s just our kind.”

[they’re quiet for a moment. not awkward. just thoughtful. it’s the kind of silence where both of them feel everything—and neither needs to say it out loud to know it’s there.]

camera crew (gently) “so… are you still planning to wait until 40?”

[they both start laughing again, this time more relaxed, more knowing.]

yn (smirking at riki) “i mean, we do already have the pact.”

riki (grinning) “and we do have the matching keychains.”

yn “and the couples pinterest board.”

camera crew (quietly and in disbelief) “oh my god…”

riki (laughing) “it says ‘just in case’ in all caps.”

yn (shrugging, playful again) “look. we might not be dating…”

riki (smiling) “…but we’ve been each other’s forever for a long time now.”

yn “whatever name that goes by? we’re good with it.”

[he looks at her for just a second longer — that soft, quiet look again. the one that says i already chose you, a long time ago.]

riki (tapping her pinky with his) “…still best friends, though.”

yn (puffs her cheeks, smiling)

“always, yes.”

[the credits start to roll — behind-the-scenes photos fading across the screen (her laughing, him feeding her chips, them dramatically reenacting the “we’re not dating” moment).]

riki (to the camera crew, hands flailing) “okay, can we talk about how we nearly didn’t make it here because someone—” (gestures dramatically at yn) “—has the directional sense of a turnip.”

yn (offended) “excuse me?! google maps was wrong!”

riki (mocking) “‘take a left,’ she said. ‘it’s the cute street with the red wall,’ she said. i circled that block five times, i could see my own tire tracks.”

yn (defensive but flustered) “i was giving vibes-based navigation! red wall! flower shop! that means something!”

riki (staring at the camera like he’s in the office) “she once gave me directions that included ‘turn where the sky feels wider.’ i rest my case.”

yn (laughing but still trying to argue) “and didn’t it work that one time?!”

riki (leans closer, smirking as she gets all fired up) “sure. if by ‘work’ you mean we ended up in a parking lot behind a bakery in the wrong city.”

yn (gasps) “i got you pastries, be grateful!”

riki (grinning now, reaching over) “yeah yeah. you’re still cute, though.”

[he pinches her cheek lightly, sweet and teasing. she immediately stops mid-rant, blinking like her brain short-circuited.]

yn (sputtering, suddenly shy) “wh—okay—no—don’t do that! that’s not fair!”

riki (laughing, leaning back with his smug little grin) “it’s very fair.”

[she hides her face in her sleeves, mumbling something about “sabotage” while he just chuckles and ruffles her hair.]

—thank you for reading <3 yn and riki, 16 years of will they, won’t they.

nessie 🗯️ posting this so late (because i just got up hahaha…) but i hope yall like it!! ive always imagined riki in a “best friends to lovers” trope because idk it feels so natural with him but yea maybe it’s just me 🤷‍♀️ this one’s was a bit cringe but 🙏🙏🙏 we ball ig

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