fighting gravity

yoona, 23, p.a. to some douche      ( i used to be a supergirl )

[ksdaewon-blog]

With a sigh, he bit the inside of his cheek and glancing at the street to focus his attention on the cars that were driving by, he knew that even though he wanted to leave, he couldn’t.  “Look, can’t we keep the fact that I am back between us?” He softly asked her, maybe it even sounded like he was pleading with her but he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t do it without something in return.

[247iya-blog]

he’s avoiding her.

jaemin wouldn’t even look her straight in the eye, yoona notices very quickly. which is all levels of strange, because if there’s anything routine about jaemin it’s how he’s never shied away from facing her head on and calling her whatever rude moniker created underneath the sun. but here he is, hunched shoulders, fists buried in his pockets, brown eyes darting to and fro like a frightened mouse’s. she reads the warning signals correctly. he feels trapped. but why?

“bukdong, six-oh-one,” the words flow easily past her parted lips, fast and clipped and no-nonsense, “living the high life in my near-penthouse suite. but don’t change the subject, asshole! what’re you doing here? are you lost? why aren’t you calling me a hag or a monstrosity on legs or anything? you mortally ill?”

quick reflexes and a hyperactive brain almost cause her to spit out a rapid ‘no’ at his question, but something – his tone – stops her from being so hasty. because if her ears have picked it up accurately, jaemin almost sounds like he’s– begging? the mere thought is enough to put a devious smirk on her ivory visage. oh, yes, she thinks to herself, it was most definitely a plea for help.

this was a new development she wasn’t going to waste.

“golden boy’s back and doesn’t want to tell his parents? sounds awfully suspicious,” she treads lightly at first, an airy singsong laced with ribbons of mischief, of mocking. “is that why you’re roaming around here instead of lounging around in your posh villa? wait–” the pieces are falling in place in her head, “do you– are you living here? in bukdong?”

she would laugh and say about how the mighty have fallen, but jaemin probably knows that better than she does.

“what’s in this arrangement for me, jaemin?” rose petals pull back to reveal gleaming white teeth, and her smile is less gentle and more goosebump-inducing at this point, but it doesn’t matter; she’s having fun feeling like she’s got her childhood enemy in the palm of her hand. “i keep your silence, and you do what? and make it worth my while, or i’ll be marching right to uncle and auntie’s doors with you in tow. you know i can do it. you haven’t defeated me at wrestling since we were ten.”

[seunghyun247-blog]

He jump-startled a bit when a girl suddenly plopped into the seat across from him, immediately taking up space with her laptop (which is way too big and… how old is that?), forcing him to accommodate her. He watched quite dumbfounded as she began hooking her appliances up, not really waiting for any sort of answer from him. “Uh… sure…” he conceded, even though it obviously wasn’t necessary. He tried to look back down at his script but now his brain was only focusing on her. “No other plug-ins?” he asked before looking around. He supposed it was pretty tight in here. “Sorry… when I came in here, there wasn’t nearly as many people.”

[247iya-blog]

there is a part of her brain that is trying its best to listen to whatever the stranger is saying – out of politeness, purely because it is she who is being rude and obnoxious, and the least yoona can do is lend an ear to the poor guy. but the other part of her brain is screaming at her to ‘get to a goddamn plug already, you idiot!’ so she is also twisting and turning in her chair rather clumsily, trying to plug her computer’s charger into the wall before her device shuts down on her. “sorry- yes, it’s the only one around– could you actually help me out a little? it’s behind you, just there,” she hands him the cord end, and with a slender finger points out the free spot behind his lanky frame.

“right?!” she nearly exclaims in her adamance to agree with the man’s statement. “this place is hella full! and i don’t know why, if i’m being honest with you. their coffee isn’t even really that great? and neither are their pastries?” she shrugs, still irked by the cafe’s sudden popularity boom.

the man plugs in her charger, but it’s too late. “no,” she whispers despairingly as her screen turns black before her eyes. thankfully, she’d had the forethought to save her work a few minutes prior, so she wasn’t too forlorn at this depressing turn of events. nevertheless, it meant that her clunky old laptop wouldn’t be of any use to her for a while. which meant, unfortunately, that she’d just sat at a table in front of a complete stranger and had absolutely nothing to do.

“it’s dead,” she offers as an explanation to why she’s currently got her head in her hands and an expression of dejection. “thank god i’d saved my work, but yeah. it’s not going to be turning back on for a while.” she lets her words hang in the air heavily – the man in front of her doesn’t seem to be the most outspoken of people, she’s coming to learn very quickly – so out of her own awkwardness she attempts to fill the silence with small talk. “what were you working on? before i barged in on your private space, anyway,” she starts with a smile, eyes darting quickly down to the papers askew on the table.”scripts? are you an editor?”

[247iya-blog]

@247xjongsuk​

the soft ping! emanating from her device’s speakers calls her wandering attention. ten p.m. and the view outside her window is breathtakingly beautiful: an indigo-inked sky dotted with white drops of starlight. she’d been staring thoughtfully outside nursing her before-bed cup of tea when her ears had picked up the sound.

‘SILVER returns to seoul! airport pics below!’ is the title of the latest of many notifications from the SILVER fancafe she is a member of ( not by choice, mind you; it had been his idea from the beginning to register her without her knowledge – yoona couldn’t confidently say she even knew all of the group members’ names ). out of curiosity, she scrolls down the post, passing the pictures of the no-names she cares nothing for, until her eyes finally recognize the captured figure on the screen.

jongsuk is looking so pale again, the dark-haired girl thinks to herself. and he’s lost weight too. she wonders if he’s eating right. if the long days and longer nights are getting to him. if he’s too tired. if he’s too lonely.

her fingers don’t hesitate to find his contact name on her phone. 

< sms : jongsuk is the most handsome idol in world >

i see you’re back where did you even go? don’t answer, i’m seeing you in twenty we’re going for food, so bring your wallet you looked like fuckin casper the friendly ghost in these pics you need to eat and when did you change your name on my phone?!?!

she’s at his door in twenty minutes, just like she’s promised. “come on, loser, you’re taking me out for some ddeokbokki at that street cart by your place. they have the best fish cakes! i literally don’t give a flying fuck if you’re in hot pink booty shorts right now; you’re coming with me to eat.”

[247sungkyung-blog]

walking up the stairs to the higher level of her closet, she gestured just a little bit dramatically to the clothes. “aren’t they so pretty? i think i would die happy with this collection in existence.”

[247iya-blog]

“don’t worry your pretty little head, sungkyung,” her voice is a flatline. yoona gives her younger compatriot a dull look before quirking a lip up into a minuscule smile. “i didn’t eat the burger. all i had today was a strong coffee and a piece of toast. there will be no bloating today, so don’t look at me like that.”

she traces sungkyung’s steps into her glorious home, past all the splendidly decorated rooms she rarely ( if ever ) stepped foot in, and walks straight into the only room she was privy to being in: the infamous closet. by leaps and bounds, yoona would swear on her life that the room was larger than her entire apartment -- and it probably wouldn’t be such a stretch to say that it was greater than the combination of her entire floor’s tiny bukdong living spaces. ‘oh, the lives of the rich,’ the thought runs wryly through her brain, before she pays attention to sungkyung once more.

her gaze follows sungkyung’s outstretched arm, and yoona stares critically at the line of clothing in front of her. she can’t make out the tags on the inside seams of the innumerable dresses, but it’s not like it matters anyway -- she’s im yoona, and she would probably be unable to tell the difference between an authentic jimmy choo and the footlocker. so she gives sungkyung a bright smile, nods her head, exclaims that “it’s beautiful!” in a bright, jovial tone, and hopes that the sentiment is enough to stave off any of the girl’s rants about her utter lack of knowledge of the fashion world.

“so what am i trying on today? all of them?” yoona continues, eyes widening as she follows the line of clothes with her brown orbs. “jesus. this stuff must be worth thousands. which one do you want me in first?” she gives sungkyung a questioning look, ready to be directed by the woman in charge. “are they asking you to review their line for your blog like last time?”

[247jinah]

“Excuse me, sorry–” She began, eyes large and unsure. “Are you Im Yoona, by any chance?” 

[247iya-blog]

past the five minute mark, she begins to feel like she is the brunt of a completely elaborate, not-at-all-funny, joke. it rouses her ever-familiar temper, dormant for so long; the tips of her ears flush pink in mild irritation and embarrassment, because yoona has never liked being taken for a ride. but she is also relieved, for this no-show means that now she can return to normalcy -- to a time when her parents didn’t keep an earth-shattering truth from her for nearly twenty-four years, and when her sister’s hunches about life generally came to be wrong.

she downs the last of her cappuccino in a much more chipper mood than when she’d entered.

it’s when the cup clatters on the accompanying plate after she’s drank the last drop and set it down that a voice floats from somewhere to her left.

“are you im yoona, by any chance?”

female, she thinks through the sudden haze that has entered her brain. female, and relatively young, judging from her voice. well-groomed, too, by the faint waft of her perfume and the pristinely pressed square of clothing that she can see from the corner of her vision. yoona is a statue for a moment, utterly frozen by the calling of her name; she takes these minimal details in, lets herself gather her scrambled thoughts -- inhales, exhales, and gets ready for part two of this grand joke.

“that’s me,” she says with a sigh, forcing the corners of her lips to tug upwards in what she hopes is a satisfactory smile. yoona brings her head up to face this mysterious newcomer, and is ready to politely offer for her to sit when--

“im jinah?!”

oh, my god. this is a joke. and she knows exactly who’s pulled it. the smile drops off her face like it was never there. a deep, angry frown encodes itself in its stead. yoona’s brown eyes are ablaze, and her chest is rising and falling in her anger.

“this is really not funny. who put you up to this? oh,” she scoffs, hands splaying themselves on the table as she shoots up from her chair. jinah is lofty in height, but yoona’s own legs are formidable enough that their gazes aren’t too mismatched -- she glares fully at the woman before her, arms crossing over her ribcage, her stance defiant. “is it choi jinri again? god, she’s insufferable. is she bored? are you all bored? this is so high school. ha, ha, ha,” the words come out in hisses, “very funny. you really took me in; i totally fell for your stupid plan. cousins, honestly. how could i be so stupid.”

“you can tell jinri your little prank succeeded. i’ve been thoroughly embarrassed. i’ll be going now.” 

[r-omanov]

“Yoona, please sit,” she urged towards the chair before taking her own seat behind the desk. Anastasia moved elegantly, her limbs slender and perfectly outfitted in rich silk and a pencil skirt. It was hard to believe that that same girl was a notorious partier. “I never had you down for a fashion girl,” she continued, smiling, “Any reason you’re interested in the post?”

[247iya-blog]

in parallel, the entire world is both a standstill and a whirlwind. there is the current time -- anastasia’s office, anastasia herself in all of her terrifying, shining glory -- and then there is the past that is coming back into the foreground of yoona’s mind like an awful film screening solely for her and her alone. she’d never liked ana, to put it lightly; the dark-haired girl cannot adequately describe the loathing she had felt, deep within her chest, for her petite counterpart. ana was everything she’d abhorred from cheongnam: vociferous, cruel, gratuitously flamboyant -- a rich girl using her daddy’s money to get whatever, and whoever, she wanted. and yoona’s youthful self, brimming with passion, with fire, with her twisted sense of righteousness, had made sure to tear ana down whenever she could. never had there been a time when a meeting between the two of them had ended up with the girls at each other’s throats; they’d been lionesses of their own warring tribes, claws sharpened, teeth bared.

she’d never felt remorse for shedding ana’s figurative blood -- for exposing the girl when she’d done a particularly vulgar act, feeding fodder to gossip girl and blasting her into the spotlight for her latest terrible scandal. she’d revelled in it; it had been her comeuppance.

she is so busy re-living the past that she almost misses anastasia’s smooth voice calling out her name. it jolts her back into the present; her eyes widen and scour the room before resting once more on the other woman’s petite frame.

the cordiality in anastasia’s tone catches her offguard. yoona can only follow her polite ( ana says please? ) suggestion, long legs taking her to the aforementioned seat, setting herself down gingerly, as if hesitant to touch anything that ana could have also. the continued pleasantries send yoona’s mind into overdrive -- what does the bitch want? -- and once more, the steel guards are up, and she is a lioness once more, crouching low and skulking about, waiting for the first sign of trouble.

her voice gives away her obvious wariness. “you know i’m not,” is her succinct response; it’s ana, there’s no use lying to anyone about how little yoona cares for fashion. “i’m looking for some temporary work,” she continues, eyes trailing over ana’s impassive face with skepticism. “you are obviously very much aware that i’ve never been like one of your breed. i saw this in the newspaper and i thought it’d be a good way to make money; behind the scenes work isn’t anything i haven’t done before. though,” and here she breaks her sombre visage to smirk wryly, “i have to admit that i don’t see the point in you asking. we both know you’d never let me sully your precious designs. ‘scum’ like me aren’t even fit to breathe the same air as you, remember?”

with that, she grasps the arms of the chair she’s settled in, readying herself to leave. “i know the way out, thanks.”

[paraykos]

[247iljoon-deactivated20160629]

「class act.」

A reassuring smile is offered as a large hand places over hers, stroking every so gently. He wasn’t certain how well this class act would pay off, but it was worth a shot and hopefully it would keep his parents off of his back. Hopefully. 

[247iya-blog]

it had been a good idea when she was drunk. 

yoona had truly thought that this idea was one of the greatest ones she’d ever had. it had been such a simple, brilliant solution to a complex problem that her friend was caught in; she had believed that she was being the most altruistic heroine in the world. "they're going to marry me off to some crazy woman if i don't bring home a girlfriend, yoona." "so bring home a girlfriend, doofus! i'm free saturday, i can do it!"

lesson learned: she was never drinking with iljoon again. god only knew what terrible brainchild they'd concoct next — fake marriage, probably. maybe they'd fake elope, too.

she shifts her weight from left to right, standing on the threshold of her friend's parents’ luxurious porch. a slender arm is looped around iljoon’s, fair digits clutching anxiously at his elbow; nervous brown doe-eyes and rouge lips tailing downwards into a worried frown mar the otherwise aesthetically pleasing appearance of her person — cream-coloured matching ensemble fitted to complement her frame, and her hair falling down her back in faint curls.

iljoon's hand clasps hers in a gesture made in comfort, but it only makes her more jittery, and yoona shoots him a sharp look with her eyes. her sigh parallels his, and with a long exhale, the nerves calm down a little. "the only thing you owe me is a long night of drinking until the memory of this day will forever be buried in my mind." she pauses. "actually wait- maybe we'll wake up in a church somewhere with a goddamn marriage certificate and a new puppy. so maybe not." she grins and lets a tiny bubble of laughter seep through her smile. "well, let's do this?"

she pushes open the door and lets iljoon guide her, unfamiliar with the large halls that make up his family home. "don't worry about it, joon," she says, eyes scanning around with wonder, "parents love me— is that a real picasso?"

"so our cover story again," she murmurs close to his ear as they finally reach the room withholding his parents. "friends for six years, dating for— what, three weeks? you finally asked me out, after being madly in love with me for years" — she was doing him a favour after all, might as well milk it— "but i'd never noticed because i was too busy dating an international male swimsuit model named andy. sound good? anything not fit?"

[247iya-blog]

*Strokes your hair*

she doesn’t realize that she’s dozed off until it happens. they’d been sitting on iljoon’s couch, playing some movie that the male had been uncharacteristically eager to watch. iljoon was never one to be so jubilant about anything in all the years she’d known him, but he’d been raving about seeing this particular film with such joy in his eyes that yoona couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to ( and she wanted to, so badly ). so she’d agreed on the condition that he order in chicken and provide her with some cass lights, and he’d accepted in a heartbeat.

he’d given her approximately thirty seconds after her arrival at his apartment before his fingers had pressed the ‘play’ button and the movie had started. so she’d hustled to the couch, where he had already made himself comfortable, and was barely able to open a can of beer before the opening credits rolled in on his tv.

and she’d tried hard – she really had. but it was sci-fi ( “boys,” she’d thought to herself ), and the chicken was so warm, and the beer was making her drowsy, and it had been a long, tiring day.

she falls asleep midway, head lolling on the cushion of his couch.

she doesn’t know how she’s come to rest nestled by iljoon’s side. it’s apparent that he doesn’t really know either, too absorbed in whatever the hell is going on in that awful movie to have noticed her sleeping form inch closer. his hand is running through her hair mindlessly, eyes trained on the screen, and she eyes him for a little bit to try and get him to notice what he’s doing ( he doesn’t; he’s really invested ).

“oh, iljoon,” yoona deadpans, utterly unimpressed by her friend petting her like she’s a dog, “keep it up it feels so good i’m so turned on right now.” she feels iljoon jump in his seat at her words. almost frantic, his hand tries to detangle itself from her hair, but he catches a snag and pulls– “ow, you imbecile!”

[247iya-blog]

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

yet for the life of her, yoona could not care less. she knows she’s a sight to behold at the current time – her in all of her youthful glory, exuding jubilance from every crevice of her being. a cheshire-cat grin covers nearly the entire expanse of her visage, eyes overflowing with mirth, with victory. and she’s dancing around in circles like a madwoman, chanting loudly and vigorously, whooping and hollering and twirling her feet around in endless laps around jiyong’s person.

“doesn’t matter– whoa!” her singsong is cut off when she nearly slips on the fast-growing puddle of banana milk on the floor. banana milk that, until five seconds ago, had been contained in a carton in jiyong’s hands.

the challenge, imposed on herself by herself, had been going on for a while now. she’d try endlessly to rile up her foe, but jiyong had remained an impenetrable mask devoid of all emotion for weeks now, despite all her carefully laid out ploys. and then she’d stumbled across him just now, loitering around the hallway with aforementioned milk carton in his hand. and then she’d just done it.

tipped it right over onto his shirt, spilling the contents everywhere.

and she got to see jiyong’s brows furrow in confusion, his mouth dip open in dismay, his nostrils flare in anger. and then she’d screamed, because she’d won! she’d gotten the robot to feel!

so excuse her if she’s making a scene of herself in her uniform and ruining the janitors’ hard work; she’s gone down in history!

jiyong’s face is an impasse once more, but she doesn’t care – not at the moment, anyway. she still remembers when his face had shown its true colors. her grin is nearly hurting now, but she doesn’t stop as she turns towards him and flashes the full force of her blinding smile at her defeated opponent. “you’re so cute when you’re angry, jiyong! get angry more often! it’s ever so endearing.”

[247iya-blog]

「 It’s none of your business. We just met. 」

the statement is laughable, really.

with an offhand eye-roll and tilt of her head, yoona brushes off the barbed words, the cutting way the other girl is looking at her person – as if she’s barely a step up from the dirt and grime covering her six-inch, killer heels. she’s tall enough to look the other girl straight in the eye. they’re wearing identical frowns, etched deep into their faces; the anonymous woman’s is decidedly sour, but yoona’s is just bemused.

“of course it’s my business. i’m a girl, you’re a girl. doesn’t take more than that to wonder why you’d willingly subject yourself to this torrent of rain when all you’re wearing is a white shirt.”

when all the other girl does is sullenly trail her gaze towards the ground, yoona heaves a sigh of frustration.

she pulls the hood of her sweater up with one hand; with the other, she grasps the girl’s wrist and shoves her company-issued umbrella into the girl’s porcelain fingers. “here. before you’re totally soaked. maybe you’re an exhibitionist, maybe you’re not. for my conscience, take it. please.”

[247iya-blog]

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

yoona has the decency to blush upon the girl’s quip about her overt staring. cheeks bloom like pink roses and the tips of her ears start to match the maroon blouse that drapes over her shoulders. she lets out a faltering laugh – short, awkward, forced out – that dies as she is caught in lilah’s razor-sharp gaze.

“i’m sorry, really, i don’t mean to–” she blurts out with near incoherence, her tongue uncooperative in her haste to explain herself. “it’s just that– i mean– well–”

she sighs in frustration at her inability to form sentences at so crucial a time. the girl across from her looks thoroughly unimpressed now.

“here,” she finally says, pulling out her compact and opening it up in the girl’s face. “you’ve had a sesame seed on your chin for the last twenty minutes and i’ve been trying to find a way to tell you that. but it looks good on you regardless. very marilyn manson– i mean monroe, sorry, don’t kill me!”

[247iya-blog]

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“yeah, well, you better get your eyes checked because i’m flat as a board, so ha, joke’s on you,” yoona retorts without so much as a blink. her words are cutting and precise, and she chortles in silent satisfaction when the offender in front of her looks taken aback by her comment. peering over her shoulder, she gives him a look totally void of emotion – stares at him just enough to let uneasiness, awkwardness, start to creep into his face.

“and anyway, i’m sure your other head doesn’t mind my supposedly big butt. the bulge never lies,” she quips, smirking widely, darting her gaze downwards for just a second.

she’s lying through her teeth – he’s probably not turned on at all – but it’s funny to see his eyes widen and his head swivel downwards in panic regardless.

her taunting laughter and the clicking of her heels echo in the hallway as she walks away. “maybe next time, kid!”

[247iya-blog]

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

yoona directs a dull, utterly unimpressed look towards the girl in front of her.

“really, sooyeon? really? i’ve known you for six years, you asshat. you can’t just keep doing this to me because i slipped up one time, four years ago. let’s be like elsa and let it the fuck go already.”

seriously. she reiterated the line every single time they met up– if there was one thing she’d come to understand about jung sooyeon, it was that the girl held one hell of a grudge. so what if she’d approached yoona one day when they had scheduled to meet up, and instead of greeting her with a hello, yoona had slipped up and asked who in the world she was instead.

the dark-haired girl turns a slightly manic gaze at her petite companion. her hands grasp the other girl’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “you’d just gotten your awful bangs, for god’s sake! you looked totally different! give me a break already, spare me oh merciful one!”

[247iya-blog]

*Starts singing Fantastic Baby outside your door/window*

4am.

it was four fucking am.

“it’s four fucking am, lee jongsuk you complete dildo!” yoona whisper-yells, eyebrows knitted together in her ire, lips pulled back from her teeth in a vexed snarl. she brings a slender hand up towards red-rimmed, sleep-filled eyes, trying in vain to clear her head from the lingering drowsiness.

all throughout, jongsuk is still belting out t.o.p’s rap ( the guy isn’t even that good a rapper for god’s sake, and his slurring is just making it even more pathetic ). his voice is pitching even higher now; soon, he’ll start to attract her pesky neighbors, and there would be so many – too many – questions.

she eyes the sorry state of the man in front of her with an unimpressed gaze. shirt untucked, ivory cheeks blazing red – he was practically glowing, really – cherry mouth tilted in a lopsided grin. his eyes were glossy, gleaming with the haze of too much spirits consumed. he directs his gaze at her, she can see him try to pull out his goddamn ‘blue steel’ rip-off – he hiccups.

she is so unimpressed right now it’s not even a joke.

she debates just leaving him outside. she really does.

( ‘SILVER’s lee jongsuk found passed out in front of anonymous woman’s door’, the headlines are going to scream. and then the fans are going to murder her for not taking care of their precious little prince. )

“come inside you buffoon, before you make even more of an ass of yourself,” is what she does instead, opening her door wider to let the drunkard in. “and when you wake up and make yourself presentable, you are buying me the best goddamn meal in the universe. dildo.”

[zoeyrph]

a really long, but categorized, ask meme

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”

“We lost the playoffs.”

“The girls team beat the boys!”

“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”

“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”

“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”

“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”

“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”

“Being a freshman sucks.”

“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”

“She/he told me they were a junior!”

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”

“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”

“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”

“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I definitely failed that test.”

“I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

“Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I'm not backing down.”

“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

“You make me so angry.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don't do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

“You’re the one that I want.”

“I don't care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

“Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

“I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

“What do you think about this outfit?”

“Bend over.”

“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”

“I thought you’d be bigger.”

“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”

“I can’t find my vibrator.”

“Just set your phone on vibrate!”

“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”

“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”

“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”

“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”

“I want to be on top.”

“That is one fine ass.”

“You look like a screamer.”

“Let me tie you up.”

“What’ll our safeword be?”

“I love making you squirm.”

“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.

[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?

[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?

[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.

[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?

[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.

[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

[247yk-blog]

he’s slightly surprised when he turned around again to see the tall girl stroll towards the counter, and he abandons his freshly made espresso in favour of giving her a charming smile. there’s something familiar about her, but he can’t quite put her finger on it. instead of questioning her, he’s attentive in listening to her order, before he goes to sign in to the register.

“and what size of cappuccino would you like, im yoona-ssi?” he asks, looking up to her again with a hint of a smile on his plump lips.

[247iya-blog]

his lips curve upwards into a damning smile and im yoona has never quite been one to go weak in the knees, like a young schoolgirl infatuated, but she cannot entirely manage to keep a faint blush from blooming on her face; the apples of her cheeks dot themselves with a rosy tint and she bites the inside of her lip to keep from grinning like a maniac. what is she -- fourteen again?

there is a thought that slinks into her mind unheeded. the dark-haired girl recalls, very faintly, of a time when she was fourteen, sporting the same healthy rouge on her features and trying ( and failing ) to hide a wide, bright grin. the scene occurring now is such a vivid parallel of that time, but she does not entirely understand why it has appeared in her memory once again.

with an imperceptible head shake, the sudden memoir is erased from the forefronts of her mind. she grins brilliantly in return to his smile, leaning her slender frame forward over the counter to better look at the man. “large, if you’ll be so kind. i’m only on my lunch break, and i just can’t wait to get back to all that paperwork and my boss’ vicious demands!” she slides sarcasm into her tone the way she’s done all her life, shaping her eyes into crescent slits of mirth to show that she’s just pretending. “so yes, i’m going to need the biggest cup you’ll have, please.”

warm brown orbs trail over his features as he makes her coffee with the easiness of someone who’s worked such machines incessantly. the close proximity towards him was completely unusual -- she’d only ever glanced at him from afar. more so than the fact that he was entirely aesthetically pleasing to her eyes, his face seemed very strangely recognizable. the scene from her fourteen year old days is coming back in full force again, stronger and clearer than ever. she calls to mind just why she’d been so red-cheeked and giddy -- because of a boy. a certain boy. a boy with a similar slope to his nose --

“well, i’ve told you my name,” she says, her eyes capturing his own and the corners of her mouth quirked upwards -- though at this point she’s less unabashedly flirting and merely genuinely curious as to figuring out this mystery man’s name. “what’s yours?”