#areum ;; memes

[mpx-susanoo]

'what was that? i couldn't hear you over all the drowning.'

"I said MOVE!" Susanoo articulated his demand again, the resonance in his voice went deeper, but it remained relatively far from real anger. The way his hands rested on his hips and his dark orbs stared at the demigod, who seemed to have the time of his life chilling in the seawater not far from the shore, indicated a mild annoyance and a pinch of concern.

"Stop messing up the water temperature! Some fish are getting overheated down there!!" He belted out, making sure all his words reached the demigod in the distance. "And do not drown! My sea doesn't need a fucking human-size heater!!"

[fvtalloves]

📂 for chanwoo & areum!

chanwoo is always the little spoon. he likes it because she runs colder than him, and he's always hot when he's sleeping so it's a good way for him to regulate his temperature while also cuddling.

he always falls asleep whenever they watch a movie. even if he swears he won't, if it's after 9pm, 30 minutes in and he's knocked out on her shoulder.

[mpcedric]

'they can slice me and they can dice me, but i'll always put myself back together again.'

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 💪 status: accepting!

"That's a way to put it..." Cedric pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows, now allowing himself to relax considering the rowdy clients at the nightclub had been controlled and some put away. It was always unfortunate whenever people decided to turn everyone's Saturday night into chaos, but considering alcohol and possibly other substances were involved, it was a matter of time until the police force had to be called to Vision/Ilusion. "I would prefer no one would slice or dice anyone."

Cedric was polite, occasionally being attentive to Bella who was scanning the dancing area for any drugs. "Good job keeping things together. I'll make sure those idiots will spend the night detained." The K9 officer gave the bartender a reassuring nod, rising his hand to shake the other. "But hey, I won't find burns on any of them right? Since you know... alcohol?"

[areumxmp]

❛ let’s fuck some shit up is my legal middle name. ❜

Oh Areum. Oh sweet sweet Areum.

The large ex con was full of brains, when it came to survival smarts and also knowing way too many facts about turtles, Areum was hella smart. …. but sometimes… the poor guy was an idiot.

Amazingly, the four brain cells he’s got going on in there are not at all aligning and he lets his idiocy reign. “Yo.. i kinda feel like you’re fucking with me.. but at the same time dog… that sounds soooooooo badass..” There was no way in hell Benji’s middle name was ‘let’s fuck some shit up’ that would be so— no that would never happen.

But as the saying goes, ‘We cant win them all’ and Areum is surely not winning this one.

[hcrvelles]

hcrvelles ( noun ): independent and semi-selective wallace james harvelle from the cw's supernatural. low to medium activity and a mix of canon/canon divergent. crossover friendly! love and tortured by ceejay.

highly affiliated with: @guiltye ( william harvelle ; brother ) ; @oceanitye ( syrena eldin ; main ship ) ; @smogflesh ; @multi-royalty ( caroline forbes ) ; @snnynatural ; @stanfordprepped ; @antiqsvchotic ( areum jung )

other blogs: @carp3diems && @bastardchesters && @skaikruzayden && @hcllchesters

carrd pinterest board memes aesthetics headcanons edits

[mpxkiki]

'this funky rock is one of the most precious things i own. and i want you to take it.'

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. {Old meme, don’t send}

🌿

Areum and her had a friendship based in the ease of not having to work hard at it at all. It happened calmly and organically and with each gym day, accidental run in, and purposeful laugh session it grew sweeter. Today they sit in cool down mode post a rather intense arm day when he presents the gift to her.

Sitting up Kiki peeks at the stone in his hands. It looks so small in them that it makes her inwardly chuckle before she takes it up in her hand. It’s lopsided in shape and an unimpressed forgotten gray color but it’s smooth and pleasing to hold. That well loved feeling that is light to hold but heavy in comfort.

“You sure?” She asks appreciative tenderness in her eyes. “I know that you are always holding it and thinking with that big grin on your face. Must mean the world to you- like giving it to me would mean the world to me.”

[chimugukuru]

“ツ” for an EXCITED text ( from kamado to areum ) .

Text meme Status: Accepting! @faithleapz

[Text: Areum Kang] I did it! I finally got the hang of that kick you showed me! [Attachment: video] [Text: Areum Kang] Thank you for training me. I have not felt this confident in a very long time.

[wangarevm]

# (de parte de kai) <3

ENVÍA ”#” PARA SABER CÓMO ESTÁ AGENDADO TU PERSONAJE EN EL TELÉFONO DEL MÍO:

su nombre: Linux 😎 (ni idea ese nombre pero se que se lo puso)

su fotografía: por aquí dios sabe de donde o como la consiguió las prohibidas de kai

su ringtone: Eye of the tiger - Survivor. intro musical. (seguro le puso el mismo a todos los de boxeo pues Rocky Balboa jajaja)

el último mensaje mi personaje envió:

- gracias por lo de ayer, fue divertido aprender algo de esgrima contigo, cuando quieras repetimos....... pero con un deporte mucho menos aburrido. - y SI ajedrez no iremos a ver o me dormiré.

[feyxareum]

“I know something about evil. You’re not evil.“

for as long as areum had roamed this planet, watching as others died off while she continued to live on and not age ( physically that is ), she had heard and seen quite a bit of different things. she had also been called many things as well such as a monster, murderer, sadistic, and many other words that would probably make those with emotions end up shedding some tears and even get hurt by such things, though for her she didn't mind them, in fact she rather enjoyed hearing such words.

this was the sort of image she had set for herself and continued to make it known no matter where she moved around to or even who she met, though to hear someone tell her otherwise, to tell her that she wasn't evil, it made her want to just laugh. she had known kijung for a few hundred years now, she had shown him the worst side of her over and over again, but for him to tell her out of the blue that she wasn't evil was actually amusing to her in a way.

she allows the corner of her mouth to turn up, smirking as she swirls the wine in her glass a few times before taking a sip. even if she were to deny it many times that she didn't have at least some sort of 'soft spot' for him, there was definitely some sort of liking to him that she had. it seemed as if, no matter what she did and no matter what horrible deeds she showed him over the years, he never once actually feared her and it was somewhat interesting to her to see this.

there were very few around her who would even have some sort of courage to speak such words to her, or even still come around her after knowing how much blood was on her hands, but kijung was different.

she sets the wine glass down, humming softly for a short moment, before she finally allows her gaze to meet his. "i don't get you, kijung. many tend to keep their distance from me, even running in the other direction when they see me, but you don't." her tone laced with amusement as she speaks, her head tilting just slightly towards the side as she keeps her eyes locked on him. "would you still claim that i'm not evil even if i were to kill off those that you care about the most? if i made you watch as i give them the most agonizing deaths, would you still believe that about me?"

of course she wouldn't exactly do such a thing, or maybe she would if she had to, but she was curious as to whether or not he would still believe in his own words he had just spoken. was she becoming a bit soft for him after all of these years? she didn't believe so, though she did have to admit that there were times when it was somewhat bearable to have him around, he at least was someone she didn't have thoughts about killing like how she had with most others she had met over the years.

it could be due to the fact that he never really pushed to try and figure her out, he never once really attempted to question her or her actions. there was something she never understood about him, never really knowing why he even bothered to stick around her after all this time, though she never really bothered to question him on this subject either. she didn't really care, figuring that he was really just one of the very few who actually didn't fear her, and it was most likely because of this fact that she even kept him around. she found him interesting in a way that she couldn't really put her finger on quite yet.

maybe she would never understand someone such as him, or even care to, but in the end she had yet to even attempt killing him so that counted for something right? maybe he believed she wasn't evil based off of this one thing or he could have another reason for believing so.

[johjisoo]

solo puedes elegir un nombre, si tuvieras que salvar a algune de tus hermanes de ir a prisión a quién elegirías?

"no me agrada mucho tu pregunta y tanto escupida... pero vale, como quieras... supongo que areum, es la menor."

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Jihoon: Scarred (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: Hi! I love your writing 💕 I was wondering, can we have a smutty Jihoon marking his gf for the Imprinted series, please? If you want, of course. Thank you 💜

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, angst, smut (angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, fem receiving oral, light choking, hair pulling, marking), a lil fluff at the end

Word count: 3,220

Summary: Being too stubborn to ask Jihoon to mark you, you’ve been waiting what feels like forever for him to finally get the hint.

Tags: @psshwa​​​​​​ @uglyratlmao​​​​​​ @brokenbutchocolate​​​​​​ @shra-vasti​​​​​​ @killcomet​​​​​​​

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

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You weren’t here for it all, but you’d heard the stories from the others.

Faye was the first to get marked. You figured it would be her since she was mated long before you even met Jihoon. She wasn’t even just marked in one place, she was marked in a few places at all times, which made you wonder if Wonwoo wasn’t as vanilla as you had assumed – and then you’d owe Soonyoung and Rini some money.

Then the two mated werewolves were marked. Jeonghan was the one sporting a mark first, two or three days before Aya was. Though, they seemed to be everywhere. You couldn’t see them when they were dressed and walking around the house, except the one ones by their necks, but you once went to a nearby lake to go swimming, and the two wolves were littered with marks.

Fourth was Juri, which sort of came as as surprise to you. Since she was the mate of the alpha, you figured she would’ve come after Faye, or maybe a little bit beforehand. But Seungcheol was a kind and caring alpha, and he seemed like the type to make it some big, romantic ordeal with flower petals and candles, so it did kind of make sense it took him a little longer. He probably kicked the pack out of the house, too.

Then it was Jaehee. You had to admit, you were jealous when you had noticed that Jaehee was marked before you. You were sort-of-kind-of friends with Joshua’s mate since the two of you came from the same pack before this one, and you were hoping you would’ve beat her to it. But she had two mates for a brief period of time, so you kind of understood that Joshua felt territorial, and probably impatient.

Kira was the sixth, and you were close to losing your mind. Not only was Kira your best friend, but the most vanilla wolf in the house – at least, that’s what you assumed – marked his mate before Jihoon marked you. Hansol was a baby, and he managed to mark his mate before Jihoon did. 

It seemed like every other week, you were noticing a new mate marked; a new mate glowing with pride that they officially belonged to somebody.

Then there was you: unmarked. You could already hear Faye’s dumb impression of the “it’s free real estate” meme in your head, and it just made you want to punch her in the face. She was the first one marked, who was she to make jokes? You didn’t belong to anybody!

You knew you weren’t the only one unmarked. Areum amd Yerin had yet to sport marks, so you were at least thankful you weren’t the last one. You were wondering what the hell was taking Jihoon so long to ask, though. 

Even as Jihoon rolled off of you, your bodies covered in post-sex sweat, you were still unmarked, and grumpier than you previously were. However, Jihoon didn’t notice since his eyes immediately closed, tired from what had just occurred. The whole thing was initiated because of your annoyance toward the marking situation. You were irritable, and easily provoked, so you argued with Jihoon over nothing, and that led to angry sex. Which was definitely fun but…were you marked? No. No, you were not.

“What were we trying to solve again?” Jihoon mumbled tiredly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You let out a deep sigh, “You didn’t make the bed this morning.”

“Oh yeah…” he hummed, not opening his eyes as his arm draped over your waist. “I’ll make the bed tomorrow.”

“Mm…” you rolled your eyes, but let the whole thing go.

You were too stubborn to tell Jihoon to mark you. You wanted it to be like everyone else where the wolf decided to mark you; you wanted him to ask you. It just didn’t seem good enough if you had to ask him. It wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t feel like he wanted to do it, it would feel like he just did it because you did. But you wanted him to want you.

Once you knew your mate had fallen asleep, you slid out of bed and put on some clothes before going to find the one person you felt like you could tell this to: Kira. While the two of you weren’t as close as you used to be due to the amount of people in the house with you, she was still your best friend, and you trusted her. You knew she would be able to help, and maybe even Hansol, too.

“_____, you have to just tell him how you feel,” she shrugged when you had explained the situation to her. “I know the wolves know us really well, but he’s not a mind reader. If you don’t tell if what you want, it won’t happen.”

“You didn’t have to tell Hansol,” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.

The younger girl just shrugged, “I also almost died – and no, that’s not me telling you to go get yourself killed. That already happened to you once, and we don’t need a repeat.”

“And yet, even then, he didn’t mark me…” you grumbled.

“Dude, I don’t know if you noticed this,” Kira began, “but Jihoon’s kind of, uh…not as affectionate and in-touch with his emotions as some of the others. He probably doesn’t realize how big of a deal this is to you, and he’s probably too nervous to ask.”

Jihoon had never come across as nervous to you. Even the first time you two had a real conversation, he had fucked you in a closet that same day. He was always the one up for challenges, and never backed down to anybody. How could he be nervous?

Then again, he wasn’t really affectionate toward anybody but you. Maybe all of this did have to do with him being scared to show that kind of affection. But still, you were his mate!

But you were too stubborn to tell him how you felt. You wanted him to just do it, but even when a week passed, he still hadn’t. After you got home from an especially stressful day of classes, all you wanted was to avoid everybody – specifically the marked mates – and go to your room.

However, the exact opposite happened as you walked passed the living room.

“Hey, _____!” Faye called, making you stop and back up to look at her. 

She was sitting on the couch with a blushing Yerin beside her. Most of the pack was gathered there as they studied, watched TV, or did their homework – including Jihoon, who smiled at you when he looked up from his textbook.

“Guess what? Seokmin finally marked Yerin!” Faye cheered.

“Faye!” Kira groaned before quickly saying things to her in English that you didn’t understand.

Your blood boiled. Even the quietest, shyest mate got marked before you. This was the last straw.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you burst, tossing your hands in the air, and making Yerin shrink back into Faye. “This is bullshit!”

You threw your motorcycle helmet on the ground before stomping down the hall and up the stairs. The pack heard the door slam shut, shaking some of the frames on the walls as they just sat in stunned silence.

“What was that?” Seungcheol wondered, looking at Jihoon for an answer.

But he was just as confused as everybody else. “I…have no idea…”

The shorter wolf stood up from the floor and went to go find you, grabbing your helmet on the way. He opened the bedroom door to find you pacing the room, your face red with anger. You didn’t even look at him as he entered, so he just closed the door before placing your helmet on one of the nightstands.

“_____,” his voice was soft and quiet as he watched you seethe, “what’s wrong?”

“Why the fuck is everybody else getting marked?!” you demanded, continuing to pace, and not even sparing Jihoon a glance. “Like, Yerin? Seriously?! Ugh, Jesus Christ!”

“You…don’t want them to get marked?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “_____, it’s how werewolves show who belongs to them.”

You stopped, slowly turning to look at Jihoon. You were fuming at this point. He even knew why werewolves marked their mates, and yet he still never marked you. He didn’t get it at all.

“How dense can you be?” you asked slowly, your voice getting louder with every word.

Jihoon, like you, got easily worked-up, so your words angered him, “Okay, what the fuck is your problem?”

“You. Never. Marked. Me,” you stated, walking toward him, and poking his chest with each emphasized word. “I’ve waited for months. So what does that mean, huh? Do I not belong to you?”

“You do belong to me!” Jihoon insisted, running both hands through his hair and tugging out of frustration.

You pretended to search your skin for marks that you knew didn’t exist, all except one, “Huh, I don’t appear to have your mark on me, so by werewolf logic, I guess I don’t belong to you. The only mark I have, is this!”

You pointed sharply to your face where Jinsoo’s claw marks were forever scarred into your skin. Jihoon’s chest rumbled with a low growl as his eyes started to dot red, already knowing where this was going.

“Guess that still makes me Jinsoo’s!” you smiled sarcastically, throwing your hands out to the side. “My real mate refuses to mark me, so this is all I have! I guess I--”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Jihoon had you pressed up against the wall so quickly that it almost knocked the wind out of you. His hand was placed over your mouth as his red eyes glared at you.

“Do I need to prove that you belong to me?” he asked, his voice low and threatening as his free hand slid from your shoulder, down your body to your jeans to undo them. “Just like the first time, huh? Guess you didn’t learn then.”

His hand slipped into your jeans, pressing a finger to your clothed clit and quickly rubbing circles. You suppressed a quiet moan, but Jihoon could tell by the way your hands balled into fists at your side that he was doing something good. He smirked, releasing your mouth in exchange for lightly holding your neck.

Your words had his instincts to claim you running wild, causing his fangs to elongate already. All he wanted to do was mark that pretty neck of yours, but he’d save that one for last.

“If you want to be marked,” he began in a rough voice, moving both of his hands to take off your shirt, “then you’ll get marked.”

You pouted at the loss of contact, but your breathing hitched as soon as you felt his sharp canines grazing against your newly exposed skin. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fangs moved down your neck, across your collarbones, down to your cleavage. As he sank his teeth into your flesh, one hand went back down the front of your jeans to massage the bundle of nerves, slightly distracting you from the burning pain the mark caused you.

“Ah--! Jihoon!” you gasped, biting down on your lower lip as the pain mixed with the pleasure his fingers provided you.

His warm tongue swiped over the mark, helping the healing process. But despite the soft gesture, Jihoon suddenly pull you away from the wall and pushed you onto the bed, causing you to land on your back before bouncing a few times. He took off his shirt and jeans as he strode over to you, licking his lips as his red eyes raked your body.

“Take your jeans off,” he demanded, undoing his belt.

“Can’t you--”

“Now.”

Quickly, you started pushing your jeans down before kicking them off your legs and onto the floor. That left you in your bra and underwear, most of your body exposed to your mate who was staring at you like a full-course meal. Through his red boxers, you could see the outline of his growing erection as he smelled the arousal pooling between your legs.

Jihoon wasted no time removing your panties that were starting to soak through before he was nudging your legs apart. He settled in the space between them, dipping his head down to kiss up the inside of one leg. His touch left goosebumps and made you shiver, and he took notice of that – nothing ever went unnoticed by him.

“When I’m done with you,” he began between soft kisses as his hand trailed up the inside of your other leg, “there will be no doubt in anybody’s mind of who you belong to.”

His fingers ghosted over your center as his lips got closer and closer to your inner thighs. As he inserted a finger into you, he let his sharp teeth graze against your skin once again. You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling closed to enjoy the feeling.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered sharply.

Without hesitation, your eyes flew open, and you stared back at your mate who was already intently watching your face for any signs of discomfort or otherwise.

“Keep them on me the whole time,” he told you, his tone softer this time, but his stare was just as intense as it was before.

As soon as his ministrations lulled you into the security of pleasure, he let his teeth bite into the soft flesh of your thigh, causing you to gasp and grip is hair tightly, “Fuck! Jihoon!”

He pulled his mouth off of you, letting his tongue drag over the wound? “Did that hurt?”

You nodded, “No shit.”

He smirked, rolling his red eyes as he let his mouth drift toward where his hand was, “Yeah, that’s what happens.”

Jihoon’s lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly as his digit continued to thrust in and out of you, curling just how he knew you liked it. Your hands tugged at his hair as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, wanting nothing more than to drop your head back and moan out his name. 

His eyes stayed trained on you, making sure you obeyed him. The last thing you’d want to do was piss of a werewolf that was already angry, and both of you knew that. Even you weren’t cocky enough to test Jihoon when he was actually angry.

His finger pulled out of you before he slid two in instead, curling them the same as he had before, and making you let out a loud groan. He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing you. His chest rumbled, happy knowing he was the cause of making you turn to putty right before his very eyes. 

As he brought you to your first orgasm, he let his fangs drag along your right hip, watching as you squirmed and fought to keep your eyes open. He growled softly as your moans got higher in pitch, and your hips rocked against his fingers. His thumb took over where his mouth had been as pleasure washed over you, causing you to groan out Jihoon’s name. He let his fangs pierce the skin of your hip, and you finally let your head drop back as your eyes closed in ecstasy.

Jihoon smirked, watching you come down from your high as his tongue lazily dragged over your newest mark, “You listened to me pretty well, huh? I guess you should get a reward for it.”

“Like what?” you wondered breathlessly, lifting your head just in time to see Jihoon stick his fingers in his mouth, licking your orgasm from them.

“Get on all fours, babe,” he smirked, playfully smacking your outer thigh.

You did as told, flipping over and sitting on your hands and knees. Jihoon tugged his boxers down, letting them settle at his knees. He gripped his fully-erect member in one hand while his other settled on your marked him as he lined himself up with your entrance. He teased your folds, smirking as he bit his lip when he heard your soft whimpers. Finally, he pushed into you, letting out a low groan of his own.

Jihoon gripped your hips as he slowly pulled back before snapping back in, “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

He didn’t give either of you time to adjust as he sat a fast pace for his thrusts, causing you to reach up for the headboard instead of gripping the blankets under you. One of Jihoon’s hands trailed up your back before it found its way to your hair, holding a large portion in his hand and tugging you backward toward him.

You reached back with one arm as your head laid back on his shoulder, your hands running through his soft hair. He used this opportunity to bite into your bicep, a growl ripping through his chest as you clenched around him due to the sharp pain. His other hand had wrapped around you, toying with your clit while keeping your back flush against his front.

“So tell me,” Jihoon began huskily after he licked over your wound, “do you think you know who you belong to now?”

“Y-yeah…” you nodded weakly, your eyes closing as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“I think you’ll need one more just to be sure,” he smirked, his lips moving right by his ear, his words whispered. “But you’ll have to cum for me to give it to you. Can you cum for me, baby?”

You nodded, whimpering as your orgasm was building quickly. Jihoon quickened his pace, letting his fangs scrape lightly across the skin of your neck and shoulder as he waited for the perfect time to bite. He could feel your thighs shaking, and he knew it would only take a few more good thrusts until you finally came undone in his arms.

Your toes curled as your jaw went slack, moaning out Jihoon’s name like a mantra. He bit into where your shoulder met your neck, causing the wave of pleasure to intensify. Your toes curled while your nails dug into his arms that held you up. Then he twitched inside you and released, groaning into your neck as his tongue lapped over the mark.

Instead of just letting you go so you could fall face-first into the pillows, he carefully pulled out – your body was incredibly sore from all the marks – and laid you down on your back. He sat on his knees, looking down at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Before, when you yelled at me about the bed being made…” he began slowly.

You shook your head while you tried to catch your breath. He smirked, rolling his eyes. He knew you weren’t the type to get mad about the bed being made. He also knew you were too stubborn to ever outright ask him to mark you.

“You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met,” he chuckled, laying down on his side and wrapping his arms around you. With a kiss to the top of your head, he smiled. “Don’t ever change.”

[areumxmp]

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

For a moment, Areum thought when he opened his eyes he would be devastated. Just another day of opening them to see shitty grey walls and shitty grey floors, his shitty toilet and sink with his shitty bunkbed. The son of Tohil didn't want to open his eyes. Didn't want his dream of Bes waking him up after a night filled with nothing but happy things and wonderful memories to be over. In fact he even groaned, keeping his eyes closed as he tightened his grip around that very real waist he was still cuddled up to. "Noooo~ Not time to wake up. I need a few more minutes with you-"

Without another second as if the realness of that body against his own had finally hit him, the man shot his eyes open, glistening in the fact that there he was.

Right in front of him.

In his arms..

"Oh thank fuck.. Thank actual fuck Bes." He probably made zero sense whatsoever but there was no way he could properly explain the fact that he was so convinced it had all been a dream it was so good. Areum's body basically engulfed Bes, holding him so tightly as if he could still vanish in a moments notice and even with all the thoughts inside of his fucked up brain telling him that there was a lot to talk about, he couldn't shake how happy he was.

Areum didn't know what was to come out of a conversation like this that they undeniably have to have, and he sure as hell didn't know how to start it.

"I wanna talk but.. Can we eat breakfast first? My head is in need of some eggs or some shit. I'll cook!" He knew damn well he was a shitty cook, but in his own sweet way he wanted to make something nice for Bes. Something to show the feline he would take care of him. That he would not just be leaving after something so meaningful.

[wildcr]

the brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn. (intcashes, Blythe)

ngl i don’t remember which meme this was | @intcashes

 —   “then you better keep a good stock of your fuel source,” areum replied almost immediately, picking up the metaphor easily. she was only twenty-four by human standards, but areum had been around for far longer than that -- almost as long as civilization itself. and she really didn’t have patience for the idea that women were some commodity or dangerous thing to waste. she was just a girl. “but seriously, who gives a fuck?” she dropped the formality and took a sip of her coffee. “i’m not some finite resource. neither are you.”

[daisyjoners]

5 beeps (han siblings)

a text FOR HELP, to → irmãozão 😊

sunflower: sangwoooooooo

sunflower: eu não consigo de jeito nenhum aprender uma parte de uma coreografia porque no vídeo ficou muito mal mostrado????

sunflower: você não pode gravar você mesmo e me mandar?

sunflower: pode ser só essa parte…

sunflower: é muito mais fácil e melhor quando é você dançando :(

sunflower: por favorzinhoooooooooooooo

a SCARED text, to → irmãozão 😊

sunflower: eu juro que ouvi o barulho da porta dos fundos se abrindo, e eu estou sozinha em casa…

sunflower: o papai foi em busan com a namorada e só volta em dois dias… não é ele chegando do nada

sunflower: você acha que eu deveria ligar pra polícia?

sunflower: não tenho coragem de descer e ver o que é… tenho medo de acabar ouvindo passos e…. passos significariam que tem alguém em casa…

sunflower: eu estou muito assustada

a DRUNK text,  to → irmãozão 😊

sunflower: sangwroooooooooo

sunflower: esu tjô bebendo aqui no qoaurt

sunflower: muito bebada emm lseul city

sunflower: quueria estar com o eli mas ot aqui

sunflower: podiea muito bme estsar transando

sunflower: mas ot aqui

sunflower: poreuq eu sqou uhma fracassada dque vai morrer sozinhaaaaaia

a FUNNY text,  to → irmãozão 😊

sunflower: sangwoooooooooo

sunflower: qual o cereal favorito do vampiro?

sunflower: AVEIA

sunflower: …

sunflower: você não vai me bloquear né?

a ONE WORD text,  to → irmãozão 😊

sunflower: transei

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forget the tags, stream my i

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“Thanks for the gift. I hate it.” ( from Hyunwoo to Areum with love ofc )

( from here. | accepting! )

           “do you hate it as much as i hate you?” just like a child, the girl sticks out her tongue, face crumpled into an expression of immaturity. when she looks at him, though, she knows he’s only joking, and punches him on the arm. areum mutters out a soft ‘you’re welcome’ before proceeding to act in her usual best friend-behavior. “what’d you get me, though? don’t say nothing because i swear to god--”