I Really Need A Plot With Two Actors Who Are On A Brand New Tv Show And Its Kinda Awkward At First So

i really need a plot with two actors who are on a brand new tv show and it’s kinda awkward at first so all they do is try to make each other laugh during takes and goof off together and pretty soon it’s becoming obvious that they’re falling for each other but there isn’t any pressure from the media yet because the show hasn’t aired yet, but then the premier date hits and the show is a huge success and they have to deal with both of them suddenly being thrust into the spotlight

where one person is actually famous and sets up a dating account with their real picture and the other sees it and is like, oh dude you are not fooling anyone with that picture (because srsly trying to catfish someone with a really famous person is hilarious and cute because the profile also had some really dorky info about liking model trains and farmers’ markets) cue an online romance and when they actually meet the other is pissed because DUDE YOU’RE THAT FAMOUS PERSON and the other is like, yeah, i mean, i thought you knew…

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"i have literally never been called creepy before." she says, having already half given up on trying to change his mind. something gives her the feeling that he just wouldn't let it die, regardless of whatever excuses she has, or doesn't have. for a moment yixia's almost convinced that maybe he's right, even her trademark outgoing self would be taken aback if someone came at her with a (terrible) joke at the most unsuspecting moment. but for what it's worth, to his credit, he seems to be handling it quite well, which is just bout all she needs. "yep, you got that right. it's not much, but it's something. which is why i'm trying to get my youtube channel going. because as much as i like tumbling around in short skirts, i could break my neck anytime and you know, medical fees are so ridiculous sometimes." another information overshare on her life as she rambles, perhaps trying to distract him so he doesn't notice the little mission she's on that involves his phone. "and no— i left it in the bus!" and then she's leaning sideways and back, carefully angling the screen away so he couldn't see her own number and the cute 'unicorn' emoji she's placed next to her name. "it's not my number!" a blatant lie, as she holds up a hand as if to stop him as she brings the phone to her ear, as if waiting for the call that wouldn't be answered to go through. "it's not my number, but i can give you mine if you want! i'm a very good texter, just so you know."

❝ i won't call the police on you... but i still think you're creepy. ❞ maybe not in the traditional sense ( since she was probably the most unassuming person he's ever met in his life ) but speaking with some stranger on a park bench didn't exactly scream 'innocent' either. at this point, first impressions are well imprinted in his mind which was an accomplishment in itself considering there wasn't much space left to begin with. ❝ competitive... cheerleading.. that's a thing? you get paid and get awards and stuff for tumbling in short skirts? ❞ his voice is of genuine curiosity, having never really paid much attention to extracurriculars such as the aforementioned. a small click of his tongue and what could've been seen as kindness at first turns right back to annoyance, and cyrus flexes his fingers gently as though itching to take the phone right back from her grasp. ❝ i was trying to be nice but i guess you don't want that. i don't care where your phone is. knowing you now, you probably dropped it in the toilet or something during your incredibly long piss session. what... ❞ eyes narrow and he straightens up in his seat, only to scoot way too close to peer down at his screen with his entirely too-long neck. ❝ what are you doing? is that your number? you're supposed to be calling someone to come GET you! ❞

in true august = folklore fashion, i am going to do folklore plots so pls like this for a foklore coded starter. do specify which muse(s) u want it for!

"jury's still out." she shrugs a shoulder then, head tilting a little as she looks at him, considerably amused. just as how determined as she is in making friends, with him in this case, she supposes it wouldn't be weird for someone to be against it just as much. but for the lack of other options, he would just have to suck it up. "wait, that sounds like you consider yourself not up to standard. do you actually think so? i think you're pretty interesting! and you look cute, so i thought i would say hi." his commentary leaves her bewildered, though she doubts her impression of him would matter much, considering he barely seems interested in making friends. but it's not her biggest problem for now, yixia's noticably pleased with the handshake, now that she also has a name to match with the face. "nice! i like your name, cyrus. and we're definitely friends now. why are you even so against me being your friend? i'm nice, i promise." as nice as she could be, even though her friends also could barely tolerate her track record of cracking bad jokes at worst timings. cyrus' earlier comment of her friends getting tired of her isn't actually all that far off from the truth, in fact. but that's an information he doesn't have to know now. "oh. our bus left me. apparently they forgot me entirely because i was in the washroom for too too long. so i'm stuck here waiting for them to circle back." now that would be her biggest problem at the moment, but at least she has some (unwilling) company.

❝ hmm, you thought wrong huh? ❞ granted, he wasn't a bad person but cyrus wouldn't blame her if she were to just scurry off in that moment. he didn't necessarily give her a reason to stay, that's for sure. ❝ a friend? pretty low bar when it comes to making friends.... or did your friends get tired of your puns already? ❞ just as he was about to taking another sip, can half-way up in the air, his eyes precariously fall to her extended hand, only for him to drop his guard just enough to shake it in return. ❝ not your new friend, but i'm cyrus, friends call me cyrus. ❞ in his attempt to be facetious, he doesn't see that her expression falls briefly before it perks right back up at his joke and gratitude. for someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, she certainly doesn't seem too bothered by his attitude. it was refreshing, in all honesty, that he hasn't driven her away quite yet. even if that had been his goal from the very beginning. ❝ what? i'm capable of saying thank you! this is the first real drink i've had all day so... yeah. kinda saved my ass. why are you even here? this isn't really a place to hang out. ❞ considering they were just sitting at a bench beside a rest stop with vending machines.