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@chcrrybmb
pinky swear will always be brooke’s first home n i’m so glad i got to share her w u this time ‘round , too 💘 if u wanna keep in touch i’ll be over at @svnnysidevp , and if u want my d.scord that’s fine for me too ! love y’all always x
yogibae:
BROOKE BAE , yogi’s first best friend , first kiss , first time , first LOVE , first fucking heartbreak . no matter what happened in his life , it would never stop the memories of her in some form or another . she had left such an everlasting impact on him that he never could shake and that’s the very thing that pisses him off so badly . it makes him shield his heart , knowing whatever comes next will remain ; everything with her burned into his brain as an obsession that he can’t forget every time he’s left alone at three in the morning . he’s tried so many times to shake her , and even more so when she and justice started dating . his hatred was swallowed in support , his feelings and their history pushed viciously to the side because he never wants to do anything to hurt the one pure friendship he has .
clearly fate had a different idea . that idea being placing brooke in his kitchen and reminding him that no matter what she held a piece of him between her fingers , and she could still destroy it just as easily as the last night they shared together . “ okay . “ his response is short , final ; as if anything was that fucking easy . he made it sound like it , in a way . took over some role of pissed off , heartless asshole who let go of any affection towards her years before , but it isn’t the case . the reality hits when she suddenly rushes to kiss him , catching him so off guard it’s all he can do to stand still and wait a few seconds before he’s kissing back . there isn’t enough time to go further ; this isn’t the place for it , either , and brooke clearly recognizes it as she pulls back , yogi’s lips parted in surprise . he doesn’t know what to say , how to react ; his ears feel hot , head dizzy with too many questions buzzing around his head . but this isn’t the moment . his grandma is too close , lips tingling as he simple nods in response . “ okay . “ it’s much different than the one before , dazed and hesitant , followed by a clearing of his throat . he waits a moment before lifting a hand , noting the slight shaking he’s started .
he’s fidgeting the entirety of dinner . he keeps himself quiet , save for the occasional promptings from his grandma ; too stressed to focus on anything else . his leg taps under the table , food pushed around until she’s finished eating , and with that he’s suddenly , dramatically , pushing himself up , out of his seat . “ i’m gonna show brooke my room , “ he suddenly states , eyeing brooke and turning as if he was a fucking robot , moving stiffly and expecting her to follow right behind . “ we’ll be back in a minute to clean up , “ he adds on , already prepared to hear a scolding , but his mind is focused on one thing at the moment . leading into his aged bedroom , posters torn down , but still as nerdy as the last time she came ; shelves of manga in the corners , notebooks full of random drawings , it’s as similar as it is completely different to the last time she was there . he doesn’t give her much time to look it all over , shutting the door only to step in front of her , hovering over her with furrowed brows . “ what are you doing here , brooke ? what do you want from this ? friendship ? to fuck again ? “ his eyes flicker back and forth , eyes falling to her lips for the briefest of moments before he lets out a breath . “ what about justice ? “ the question feels inevitable , but he struggles with the idea of needing to ask in the first place . “ i just - i never know what the fuck you want . i’ve watched you for years now and i still can’t fucking figure you out . “ and maybe that’s where the two really clash : they’re too similar . both as equally confused in their desires as they are chaotic enough to chase them , and self-deprecating enough to never allow themselves to have it for too long . “ do you really wanna kiss me ? “
𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 is suffocating, to say the least; brooke can only churn up half-hearted giggles, near-absent responses to all of yogi’s grandma’s questions and comments considering the giant goddamn elephant in the room — considering it had been she who had positioned it there in the first place. no amount of food she’s swallowed ( though due to her own nerves, it’s minimal ) nor water partaken can seem to erase the tingling that yogi’s left upon her lips the minute he decided to kiss her back, when he’d felt his lips’ clamor against her own; it’s almost wholly pathetic how the mere sight of him from across the dinner table causes her to almost trip over words, to draw rose pink against porcelain cheeks, but it seems inevitable, now, to even try and hide it — it had been her decision to make that push. she’s only a little surprised when yogi makes his abrupt exit, states her own invitation, and it’s with a light giggle towards grandma dae, a prompt “to be continued ?” with wriggled eyebrows that she stands, following the boy with a heartbeat that can no longer seem to steady itself.
𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 as she notes how similar yogi’s room is to the last time she’d left it — he’s a nerd, he’s always been her a nerd — except this time the tension in the air couldn’t be more different, more palpable than if a knife came and sliced right through it. brooke doesn’t notice the way his eyes flutter across the unreadable features that line her face now; she does the same to him, too. it’s not as if he isn’t asking valid questions — throughout their years she’s done nothing but hurt ( she tends to do that towards those she loves most, it appears ), and in the moment she’s not entirely certain what she wants out of it ( lie, she thinks. you just don’t deserve it. ). the girl takes a shallow breath, eyebrows furrowing to match his. “you’ve been watching me ... ?” she mumbles, slowly, comprehendingly; it’s not as if she doesn’t notice the stray glances thrown her way — she wonders if he knows from her perspective, it’s just as similar. another breath; heart stills at his last query, the only one she can truly answer, and brooke nods, daring to take a step forward. “you.” she says, breathless and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that runs every thought, every decision she’s ever made. want you. a nod. “kiss me, yogi.”
ACCIDENTAL SNAPCHAT for @chcrrybmb
ʏᴏɢɪ : hey i was thinking abt u (:
ʏᴏɢɪ : do u think maybe i cn see u soon ): maybe tonight? i miss being with u
𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 : i 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 [ unsent ] : who was this meant f 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞 : aww . he misses me alrdy ? x
yogibae:
“ yeah ? that right ? that’s what fucking bothered you ? me following you around ? “ he outright scoffs at the claim , eyes rolling as he turns his head to focus on the floor . he refuses to show how much it hurts ; how badly he had wanted nothing more than to be with her , around her , and any idea that she felt differently made him feel more pathetic than the night they had shared later on . “ well , congratulations , brooke . you got away from me . you fucked me over enough that i don’t wanna be around you ever again . are you happy down ? satisfied without me ? because i have trouble believing you’d even bother coming here if you were so fucking set on getting the fuck away . “
voice still low , but it doesn’t stop his chest from heaving in a way one might think he screamed his head off . he wants to disappear , stomp off to his bedroom until she’s gone , but that’s both a little too childish and would cause too many questions he doesn’t have the strength to answer . her moving closer isn’t missed , his back against the counter and eyes on the floor . “ shut up , “ he huffs out , refusing to look at her . he instead clings desperately to the counter , as if it’s the very thing keeping him upright . “ i don’t believe you . don’t you get that ? you fucked over every ounce of trust i had in you . maybe you wanna do this right now , but what about when you’re with someone else , huh ? then you forget who the fuck i am all over again . say whatever the hell you want , brooke , it’s not true . it never fucking is . “ hard to tell if he’s fully convinced or actively trying to believe what he says as it comes out of his mouth , however .
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐆𝐈'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 long enough for all her memories to start flooding back; they’re beginning to exacerbate cracks in the exterior she’d built for herself, to expose a side of her she’d never wanted anyone to see. except — if anyone deserved to see it, maybe it was yogi. the same boy who’d once had her heart without even realizing it, whom she thought she could be happy with — forever. ha, she nearly scoffs at the thought; sick joke. because instead of happiness she’s here, in the heat of the fight in the middle of a kitchen she hasn’t been inside for years, in front of the same boy who’s turned against her ( whom she turned against in the first place ). frustration builds in her as he refuses to meet her gaze, and yet brooke’s persistent; intensity crescendos in her, higher and quicker and deeper until she’s practically falling apart at the seams.
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒. “then don’t fucking believe me.” brooke finds her voice, though it’s hollow and quiet and what’s the fucking point ? and she moves forward even further, until — lips meet in a quiet still, though it’s direct and pointed and god, she hasn’t kissed yogi in ... a while ( at least, not within the confines of his own home ). there’s the urge to keep at it; to abandon all logic and history and everything, god, to chase that happiness and to get to finally stand in the sun with the boy whose lips are pressed to her own. but she knows better; she should know better. and it’s with that thought that she pushes back, and now it’s her turn to look anywhere but in his eyes. “and don’t fucking believe that either.” she adds. and now the program continues: she takes the dining set for three, spins around before he can catch the flush of her cheeks, the yearning in her gaze. “i’ll let your grandma know dinner’ll be ready soon.”
— CLOSED STARTER FOR @chcrrybmb!
a loud huff comes from akira’s chest as she falls back onto brooke’s bed, her body bouncing softly on it’s springs. “ brooooooke, i’m bored , “ she whines a small pout pushing out on her lips. often akira found herself in brooke’s room bothering the other girl, but that’s what friends do. she pushed off the weird shift akira had felt in their friendship, brushing it off to the shit that had happened to them all in the last month. that was enough to put anybody on edge, yet akira tried to press on like nothing had happened. “ i already finish my homework for the week … entertain me , “ she lifted her head to look at the other girl, putting on her best puppy dog face. it was times like these that akira found herself missing manon more than usual. it was in these free time that she’d met up with the other girl, sure their interactions weren’t limited to the friendly but akira always found herself enjoying the other’s company. she quickly tries to push off the thoughts and continues with her whining, “ can we get food or something ? “
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐔𝐏 against open palm, lying sideways on the bed as she faces the other with an amused smile; akira’s presence, albeit not uncommon to her, had come rather sparse in the days that followed the party ( the incident, now more often labeled ), and she’d missed having the other around to spend time with. “yeah ? do my homework then.” brooke teases, eyes glinting with mirth as she glances over at the girl on her side. “entertaining is my specialty, of course, you of all people should know that.” she rolls over, grabbing the phone on her bedside table before shifting in position, so whatever’s on screen is within both their lines of sight. “we can do pres here then head out to the party someone from the football team is hosting ?” she suggests, eyebrows raised. “grab pizza along the way ?”
* / closed stater for @chcrrybmb .
a smirk writes itself across the man’s mien as he spots the girl from afar , between the bookshelves , nose in books . francois himself had come to the library to study aswell . the sight of the familiar face , however , is quite distracting . lithe fingers already itching for a cigarette , he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his pants & . approaches the girl , hint of mischeviousness embellishing his countenance . the two share a history , a secret one , that francois knows she’d like to repeat . it’s way too obvious .
“ you know , there’s this thing called over - studying , ever heard of it ?? “ he stands behind her , props both hands against the top rail of the chair she’s seated on & . leans in to get a closer look at the scribbled papers .
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂, how on the rare occasion she finds her nose buried deep in a book — in the library, instead of back in her and saylor’s apartment no less — is when he decides to show up as a means of distraction; normally, brooke would treat any sort of interruption with as much saccharine smile-lined cruelty as she could manage, but instead she regards the boy with arched eyebrows, a silent, deep-set stare that she hopes gets her message across.
“𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄.” she responds brusquely, peering up at him through peripherals as his figure looms over her ( the way their shared secret does, too — only a lot more metaphorically ). “need assistance with something ? i’m sure the librarian will take all too kindly to your charms.” / @helleyez !
✱*｡ﾟ ━━ CLOSED STARTER FOR : @chcrrybmb !
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒. 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 . the newest one for the switch somehow made that feeling intensify even further , on the verge of SEETHING any time another loss was tacked on to his name . normally , he was very good at the game , even going so far as to winning a few tournaments just for the sake of pride . yet for some reason , his inability to take down brooke affected him more than anything within the professional gaming realm . maybe it was the personal aspect of it all or maybe he hated being wrong ( he had told her he could beat her more than a MILLION times ) . whatever the case , he wore a prominent frown as he fell to his death once again , ready to act like a twelve year old who had just lost his twentieth fortnite match in a row . ❝ i can’t believe you would treat diddy kong like this . you’re fucking sick . a monster ! ❞ & yet , there was no denying there was a sort of sexy aspect to having his ass beaten multiple times , though he would never admit to such a thing .
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 one needs to know about brooke and video games, and it’s that they click. maybe it’s because it’s the only relationship brooke hasn’t completely fucked over in one way or another, or the fact that it’s the one thing that’s gotten her through some of the worst decisions she’s ever made — but for the most part, challenging her is a losing battle. somehow, though — gabe’s persistence to try and school her is endearing ( doesn’t hurt that he’s miles and away more attractive than any online opponent she could be playing with, at any given point ). “pick a better main, and maybe it’ll be a bit harder to shit on you.” she shrugs, offering the other a wink, a nudge on the shoulder. “or i’ll do my very best to pretend it was difficult next time. promise.” the screen in front of them asks if they wish to continue — brooke always does — but before that she leans back on the couch, head on gabe’s shoulder with a hand falling to his thigh. “m’hungry.” she whines, and she looks up at the other in anticipation, waiting for him to quell her desires. in more ways than one. whatever.
hello ; another ooc post ? u bet ur ass ! so it turns out i am not handling sunday’s news as well as i thought , and with the added stress of school n work load i have taken it upon myself to go ask the main for a lil hiatus , at least until sunday , to get my shit together ! to be fully transparent - someone i knew passed away and it’s been a shock to me n my whole college so right now we’re all just struggling to get by . everything’s felt v heavy lately so i’m trying to take my time ; i do hope you’ll bear w me as i do so . i’ll be queueing stuff up but not focusing much on ims ,, might be more active on d.scord if u want it . much to consider !
thank u for understanding ! i love u all sm
ok i know i said i’d be ok but today and yesterday drained the life out of me n i don’t think i’ve ever been so ??? tired ??? but i’ll be on tomorrow ... u can even say i ... pinky swear it 😌
justicechoii:
justice likes to think he can see right through her. he can see that the smile painted on brooke’s lips is genuine.. so there’s that naive part of him that tells him that shit .. maybe she does actually miss me. there’s another part of him that’s telling him that it isn’t all genuine and maybe.. just maybe, she can’t find anybody else to entertain her and he’s just a big distraction. he’s weirdly fine with either – mostly because he does miss her more than he could ever explain. he sinks down ever so slightly as her lips simply touch his, knowing that he’s not exactly going to be able to play this painstakingly long game. he hasn’t had her in his arms for a while now, he’s going to make sure they enjoy it.. even if it’s the last thing he ever does. it’s for brooke.. all for the love of his life, the girl he’s always going to be caught up on. “everything.” it’s only then that he pushes his face forward, capturing her lips in a slow kiss as if to accompany the mood. although a split second later and he was pulling away, arms scooping under her so he can pick her up to make it easier on himself. it was easily the worst thing about being tall – when he did anything with shorter girls? his back was always in so much pain.. and brooke knew that well. hands brushing against her bare thighs, he backed himself up until his legs hit the couch, settling back against the fabric. “i want to see it all.. please.” so much for going to sleep – he knew he was going to be up all night now with his biggest weakness. he certainly wasn’t complaining though. “
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 brooke’s reminded of the way she felt so safe and secure in his arms when they had dated; even now as justice holds her even closer to her she can’t help but feel hungry for more, legs planted at either side of him as she straddles him on the couch, kissing him as if her own life depends on it. she’s honestly quite grateful he’s not dragging this out longer than others would — in truth, she’s thought about him too long and too often since their last rendezvous to be kept waiting ( then again, when isn’t she thinking about him, really ? ). the feeling of hands against her thighs, accompanied by his soft, low tone made the smirk across her face grow even wider, and she unbuttons another, and another, and another button, now fully coming into the other’s view. “show me how much you missed me then, baby.” she moves in her spot, grinding against the other ever so slightly, though that’s enough to release a light gasp, her longing for justice justice justice overcoming any other part in her brain that tells her how stupid of an idea this is. her lips meet his again, this time more hungrily than they had been prior, and free hand come to wrap around his neck, the other inching lower and lower down his stomach.
emikang:
“if i’m not stressing about my own project, then why would i want you to be?” emi lets out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying brooke’s challenge. “you can help me run lines later if you really want,” emi offers in return, eyes drifting from brooke’s lips as she takes a sip to her hand combing her hair. “i’ll let you come up with the suitable punishment then,” she hums, taking a sip out of her own mug. emi feels her chest tighten at the word usuals. plural, and yet none of them had been her. “hm, none that come to mind. – oh but there was this one pretty italian tourist.. clara, maybe her name was. she knew all the sweet spots, better than any of the locals.” the innuendo’s not lost on emi as she flicks her eyes up to catch a reaction of any kind. she goes back to playing with her cup as she loses herself in thought. a particular incident at manon’s party stands out ( aside from the host’s ill fate, of course ). one emi is itching to ask about but her pride’s too big to do so forwardly. so instead she leads in with another question, “so.. nothing out of the ordinary then?”
𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 signifies the end of the conversation on brooke’s part, but there’s unspoken agreement that comes with the other’s offer. “not worth my time.” she finally decides, the thought of the other boy spending even more time with emi leaving a bad taste in her mouth, and she looks on in muted disdain. chest tightens at the mention of another girl emi had met through her travels, and she sips her coffee in faux nonchalance. “ah, but the fact that you can’t quite remember her name is an astounding indication of how well-versed she was in all your ... sweet spots.” brooke purrs, a manicured hand under the table already finding its way atop emi’s thigh, offering a gentle squeeze; if she wants to play this game, she’s got another thing coming. but eyebrows arch at the other’s follow up question; there’s a sneaking feeling she’s waiting for one particular answer, but brooke chalks that up to plain suspicion ( she’s been feeling awful amounts of that, these days ). “is this your way of trying to get me to tell you i missed you ?” she instead retorts, smirk curling up at the corners of her lips. “i thought you’d try a little harder than that, baby.”
yogibae:
YOGI EASILY COULD’VE KEPT his frustrations to himself; allowed the night to be peaceful enough to pass through and lead to something forgettable, and ideally not worthy enough for a repeat. yet he didn’t, and the sole reason for that was that no one really pissed him off more than brooke. maybe part of it came from his inability to forget her. the ceasing of their friendship had him looking at her from a distance, always wondering what life would’ve led to if the two had remained close. would she have been the person to finally give him enough confidence to run when he deserved to? or would they have naturally fallen apart without force? he was pissed off that she never let them figure it out themselves. the decision was made on her terms and yogi was left dealing with it all by himself. loneliness had worked it’s way through his chest at the age of thirteen, and he felt himself longing for her to finally take it back. to admit that she missed him and felt any ounce of regret. the thing is, he got that. sort of. their reunion was brief and as chaotic as their two impulsive traits being around one another clearly was.
HE HAD SEEN IT IN the movies. people leaving the morning after, leaving no way to contact and likely not even bothering to remember the other’s name, but he hadn’t expected himself to ever feel that hallow after sex, nonetheless his first time. the excitement of finally feeling like she was on his team was so suddenly ripped from him again that from then on he can’t help but be someone suffocating with pent up anger. “ that’s not bratty, brooke, that’s clarification. you gave up any sense of family here when you decided to stop caring about all of this. when you decided you were too fucking good for it. “ he wants to raise his voice, desire clear in the way it shakes, but he has enough sense to keep himself under control, at least for the time being. “so , yeah, you’re the brat. you clearly expect everyone in the goddamn world to give you exactly what you want when you want it, right? and the sad thing is i would’ve. i would’ve been on my fucking knees for you before you ever even asked me to, but you destroyed that.”
FOR BOTH OF THEIR OWN senses of sanity , the conversation should probably be left there. cut everything off before it escalates to an uncontrollably heightened intensity , before yogi is unable to keep his volume down and his deepest feelings shine through . he’s already said more than he’s comfortable with , admitting that she had him wrapped around his finger - that he was ever that weak for her to begin with… but didn’t their past two experiences prove that enough? all the hurt and he still wound up falling back into the pattern. it’s when their latest run-in earns a mention that he scoffs, tips of his ears burning underneath slightly curled hair. “shouldn’t you be asking yourself that question? why you continue to fuck with me when you could just leave me the hell alone?” though yogi recalls approaching her at manon’s party; searching for an argument. he doesn’t miss the slight purr of her words, the confidence intertwined in every syllable. he takes a deep breath, leaning his back against the counter. “ whatever you’re trying to do, it isn’t going to work. you don’t fucking do anything to me anymore other than piss me off, brooke. “
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐆𝐈 the night of manon’s party had come from a place at the bottom of her chest she thought she had long locked away. and yet — the sight of him intoxicated, seeking her out like she still meant something to him other than a hindrance was too tempting an opportunity to look away from. in the midst of all their arguing lips had brushed together, then again and again and again, but words, unexpected and unplanned had her practically falling into her own cycle of hurting once more, desperate and pathetic yearning linking tone despite her own desire to have kept them silent. and now here she is — fighting with him in his kitchen like they’d never been best friends, like she didn’t have her very first kiss in the room just above this one. now he’s a stranger who knows her a little too well, and brooke can’t help but ache considering he’d once promised they could be happy together. “i’m sorry i thought i could be doing more than playing video games in your bed with you forever.” she responds coldly, though there’s a slight flinch in her words — maybe she could’ve done more, but at this point she never thought about that was really what she wanted. “i’m sorry i woke up one day and decided i wanted to go somewhere you couldn’t fucking follow.”
𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, meeting his gaze with an intensity that only further crescendos over time; brooke’s not proud of the way he causes her to feel things, of longing and hating and fire and desperation all at once. but if anything at all, she’s grateful that it appears mutual; there’s no missing the way he stands, tensed by her mere presence ( or maybe it’s only because she notices it all when it comes to him ). “pissing you off, huh ?” they’re inches apart now, a proximity not unfamiliar to them, but at the same time her heart is thudding miles a minute by being so close to yogi, mind a whirlwind of thoughts and apologies and confessions she thought she had buried long ago. “that’s not what it seemed like at the party.” she murmurs in the same tone she’d used to call out his name just moments earlier — quiet and soft and enigmatic, hand reaching out to ghost over his cheek as gently and softly as she possibly can. “because get this, dumbass: what if i’m not trying to do anything ? what if ...” she swallows. what if everything i said that night was true ?
THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .
some may be nsfw and / or be triggering.
01 : TOUCH .
❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞
❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞
❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞
❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞
❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞
❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞
❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞
❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞
❝ you feel warm to me. ❞
❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞
❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞
❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞
❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞
❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞
❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞
❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞
❝ let me give you a massage. ❞
❝ you feel like home to me. ❞
02 : TASTE .
❝ i love the taste of you. ❞
❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞
❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞
❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞
❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞
❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞
❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞
❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞
❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞
❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞
❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞
❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞
❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞
❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞
❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞
❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞
❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞
❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞
03 : SIGHT .
❝ i see you. ❞
❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞
❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞
❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞
❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞
❝ please, just look at me. ❞
❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞
❝ get that light out of my face. ❞
❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞
❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞
❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞
❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞
❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞
❝ have we seen one another before? ❞
❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞
❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞
❝ did you see that? ❞
❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞
04 : SOUND .
❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞
❝ did you hear that? ❞
❝ what is that sound? ❞
❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞
❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞
❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞
❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞
❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞
❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞
❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞
❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞
❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞
❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞
❝ i could hear screams … ❞
❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞
❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞
❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞
❝ please, just hear me out. ❞
05 : SMELL .
❝ what is that smell? ❞
❝ i have missed your smell. ❞
❝ you smell nice. ❞
❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞
❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞
❝ do you smell that? ❞
❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞
❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞
❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞
❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞
❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞
❝ i can smell you from here. ❞
❝ are you smelling me? ❞
❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞
❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞
❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞
❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞
❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞
are you over justice?
never. not even in a million years. can you ever be over someone you’d give everything up for ? “hmm …” the girl takes a moment to contemplate, eyes downcast before she looks up with an unreadable smile. “does it even matter at this point ? i broke up with him. i have to be over him, obviously.” / @justicechoii
what’s the deal with you and yogi ?
a pause, uncharacteristic of her, permeates the air, filling it with silence before she giggles — out of habit more than anything, really, because no part of the loving and leaving and the coming back is funny to her. “no deal. we were friends before, and now yogi baby’s just upset because he’s found out my world doesn’t revolve around him. tragic, huh ?” / @yogibae
💫 !
TEXTING STARTERS / accepting !
💫 : a late night text.
[ sms → yogi ] are u up ?[ unsent sms → yogi ] i can’t sleep n i was thinkin bt u[ unsent sms → yogi ] i think abt u a lo[ unsent sms → yogi ] i really m[ sms → yogi ] oops! misclick[ sms → yogi ] try not to get ur hopes up x
