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Your heart that is for me; can’t you show me a little more? When you like me very very very much, then tell me.

→ Somi in ‘Very Very Very’ for anon

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stress out? no. stress in. internalize that shit and tell no one.

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Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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&& THE FEAR OF LONELINESS & OTHER ISSUES. 

               but that’s the rush of life, isn’t it? never exactly knowing what the future holds & if all those people you have come to love & know would still be by your side. that’s the beauty of life, isn’t it? BULLSHIT. it’s absolute terror & constant fear, the worry that everything you know is going to come crashing down sooner rather than later. it’s looking at someone you genuinely care about & wondering when exactly they’re going to have enough of you & leave you behind just how all the others did. 

yeji used to be so happy, didn’t she? never taking anything too serious, smiling even on the darkest days, the girl who’d light up a room ( & apparently the next murder victim, isn’t that what all murder victims have written about them? )! it’s awfully funny how one person can mess with your mind to such degree, to leave you worse than you’ve been before & STILL occasionally thinking about them. it’s her fault though, really. that’s what you get when you surround yourself with fuckboys & wannabes. it’s not like she hadn’t known how terrible of an idea falling for him would’ve been. she knew. from the very first moment, she knew. & yet she was foolish enough to let her heart get the upper hand. foolish enough to confess one sleep-deprived night & get ??? no answer. not really. “there’s someone else, one of my friends who confessed to me. i just don’t want to hurt either of you.” or whatever kind of bullshit it was that had left his mouth. yeji, swallowing back tears & DESPERATELY trying to hold herself together tells him it’s fine. she had never thought he’d like her back. it’s okay. she’ll be fine. worst-case scenario, hurt her. because she could’ve never felt okay with herself knowing that she made someone else sad. & then? then she cried herself to sleep. & he? he started to act like she didn’t exist. 

then it all came crashing when she realized WHO the other person was, a friend. not just of him, of her, too. then things got too much, & the poor girl grew angrier by the day. there would’ve been many ways to deal with it. the first heartbreak, surprisingly a lot more painful than she had anticipated. it didn’t quite have the beauty american media gave it. you know what she did, though? that one guy she met a while back, that one guy she thought she’d never grow close to, she went ahead & filled the void with him. a rebound, if you so please. exchanging every first she had to offer for just a little bit of fake love. it went on like that,  until she snapped, yelled at the guy who broke her heart to just finally open his damn mouth. he didn’t reject her, not really. she told him she knew already, he simply told her he did avoid her like the plague. FUNNY. “i don’t want to hurt you, nor lose you.” he said that one night. & yet he went & did everything he could to do exactly that: hurt her. 

funny how you trust someone & tell them all your insecurities & they go ahead & use them all against you. & now? she’s sad. a lot. not because of him, really. but because of what he had done to her. all the attention he had given her, all the talks late at night, skipping sleep to speak to each other, constantly missing each other-- they were close. really close. he said he never wanted to lose her, but he did. everything came to a stop so quickly, too quickly for her to deal with. now yeji suffers the consequences. the constant fear. the guy she never thought she’d grow close to was now an anchor of sorts, a best friend ( even if she hated to call him that ) & way too important for her own mental well-being than he should be. codependency at its finest. he makes her happy, but at the same time-- not. it’s utterly complicated. things are fine, until she looks at him & feels the weird ache in her chest. he’s going to leave, too. hell, neither of them even know why they like each other. he should keep her at a distance & be annoyed, but he isn’t. not yet. what if one day he will be? what if she’s not good enough to stay his favorite for long? what if he grows tired of her constant sadness? what if-- too many thoughts. & every single time they ruin a happy moment. she tries to explain, but he doesn’t know what to do to help her, he probably thinks it’s stupid, really. reassurance? it only works for short periods of time, sadly. she’s stuck, weirdly stuck. stuck between the chance of happiness & a constant looming sadness. & of course, loneliness. it may the worst out of all of them. she doesn’t want to be alone, she can’t be alone. not with herself, not when her thoughts constantly try to consume her whole. 

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THE WEDDING SINGER SENTENCE STARTERS

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad 

All I wanna do is grow old with you.

I’m sorry… I just couldn’t do it.

Well, if you need more time, I guess I could wait.

No… I don’t need more time, _____. I don’t ever want to marry you.

Gee, you know that information… really would’ve been more useful to me *yesterday.*

I’ve still got the Spandex; I’ll put ‘em on right now.

Once again, things that could’ve been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!

But it all was bullshit.

It was a goddamn joke

All right, remember - alcohol equals puke equals smelly mess equals nobody likes you!

Hey, buddy, I’m not paying you to hear your thoughts on life. I’m paying you to sing.

Well, I have a microphone, and you don’t, SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!

He’s losing his mind.

Oh, I don’t think anybody could puke more than than kid. I think I saw a boot come out of him.

You hit two cones back there. Those could have been people… they could have been guests at her wedding!

Hey, psycho - we’re not gonna discuss this, OK, it’s over. Please get out of my ____ t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up.

Oh, man, I heard what happened to you at your wedding, that was so cold! You must’ve felt like shit!

No, sir, I have no experience but I’m a big fan of money. I like it, I use it, I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I’d like to put more in that jar. That’s where you come in.

That’s not nice… Very creative, though.

No. Your penis is too small.

Sir, one more outburst, I will strangle you with my microphone wire. You understand me.

Excuse me! Just because he’s going out with me doesn’t mean he’s going to get laid.

If you find somebody you can love, you can’t let that get away.

What I’m saying is all I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be all right.

Hang on, hon! I’m watching Dallas! I think J.R. might be dead or something - they shot him!

I don’t know, man. I would lose that glove. You look nuts.

This is a great idea. I’m glad you came around. You want to do some gambling and have some fun right away, or you just want to get married?

Hey. I kissed her, but it didn’t mean anything, I just brought her the jacket.

We’re living in a material world and I am a material girl… or boy.

How about this? You talk about her ass again, I’ll break your neck.

I don’t. I think she’s a beautiful girl, but she’s about to marry that jerk-off.

Listen, I know you’re shy and I know you’ve been hurt, so I’m going to make this really easy on you. If you come upstairs, you’re gonna get laid.

Oh man. You know what sucks though? Once you get married, the party’s over, right?