#arioire

[myokin-blog]

[text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all

[text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all  — Not Accepting 

The incident that night was both an eye opener and anopportunity of getting a new friend. Myungsoo hasn’t spoken to her after thatday, not that he didn’t want to but the crime around the corner forbids himfrom doing so; it’s basically something that he cannot avoid, even if he wantedto. At times he feels like he’s doing everything that he has dreamed of, but atthe same time, it feels surreal to be living the dream that he always wanted hewas still a child, to be a detective that everyone could depend and trust—it isn’tthat he couldn’t believe that he made it, but as soon as he stood by himselfand as soon as he started fending over himself, he doesn’t know whether he’sstanding on the right path or he’s missing something. Myungsoo can never reallytell with everything that happened to him, he enjoys his work, there’s no doubtabout that, but he always felt as if he wanted something more than just beingthe man who he is now.

Putting that aside, with his head kept forward, he feltthe vibration over his thigh where his phone was kept. There’s an unreadmessage and as soon as he opened it, he flinches, it was as if he knew how thewoman thinks and how she demands over something that could possibly be thereason of a good night—food. Why does everyone think he’s a fast food chain?First it was Minho, and then Jaehyun, and now, it’s her. Not that he minds, hejust wanted to know the reason.

Myungsoo scratches the back of his head, what could be agood company food at times like this? It’s cold, and the weather isn’t exactlygetting better, and Christmas is around the corner. He isn’t sure whether that’sa good thing or a bad one, since he’s never a person who enjoys Christmas ashow a normal person would. He asked her if he could come over, it was one ofthose moments where he felt as if he needed to be a little outgoing, or rather,to connect with acquaintances and friends alike; he isn’t sure why out of allof the people he knew, he chose her, but he wanted to just go with the flow,with whatever he thinks that could suffice the moment.

[ msg. ] This woman. Fine, I’ll bring food.

The message was vague, and he wanted it to be like that,instead of anything else. He wanted to play with the sender, and he wanted itto be on his terms instead of hers. It was fun, maybe, to be a little playfulin such way, but he knew he shouldn’t really piss people off—especially women,when they could be vicious than anything in the world could bring. Myungsoostops in front of a fried chicken shop, particularly in front of the menu as hethinks of another retort that he could say to her.

[ msg. ] Food for me, by the way. None for you.

[pennchoarchive-blog]

❝I am currently dating a tall bottle of Jack Daniels.❞

Drunk/Drinking Starters || Accepting || @arioire

Nacho narrowed her arms at the girl who was holding the bottle of Jack. “Fuck that -- we’re about to have a threesome. share.” She said as she grabs the bottle of the female and down as much as she could. She got kicked out of her cousin’s apartment for the night because she made the mistake of bring home a drunken friend of Nabi’s who happen to be a little horn dog -- never had she seen two people go at it as fast as they did.

 it sent shivers down her spine she wanted to puke at the though of seeing her cousin suck faces with the little keon. she set the bottle down and stared at her new friend. “you wanna know something that is so wrong -- it’s when you can hear your cousin and some dude fuck. it’s so wrong in so many ways -- i swear i want to shave their heads bald and write nasty ass on them.” she laughed. “What’s your name again? You’re pretty -- I’m bae you up okay?” 

[pennchoarchive-blog]

20 to 30!

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF || Accepting || @arioire​

20. Are you starting to realize anything? “I realized that complete honesty is a complete lie. no one is ever completely honest not even with themselves.”

21. Are you in a good mood? ” I’m always in a good mood -- even when I’m having a bad day.”

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? 

“I lived in California, I swim with sharks all the time. But if you mean really really swim with them, unless I’m in a metal cage -- I won’t go in the water.”

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? 

“My dad was a sperm donor so I don’t know what color is his eyes. But if I ever met the dick -- I’ll be sure to let you know first.”

24. What do you want right this second? 

“Eat some nachos -- and drink some coke. I’m hungry.”

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? “I won’t say anything, I would leave them. I don’t need someone who is kissing someone else. I’m a very territorial lover -- if you want to go mess around that’s fine with me so long we’re not committed if we are. I don’t care if they kiss you first, it’s over. Because how see it -- the time before that it would be obvious to you that they felt something for you. So why put yourself through that when you got me? You know?” 

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? “Maybe -- I can’t remember what the actually color is, I have dyed it so many times.”

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? “Yes -- they would make me laugh without trying. Like if they tripped or tickled me -- humor is a wonderful thing but finding the humor in things that can’t make you laugh is better.”

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? “Hmm -- at my status. I said I was wearing cat ears so someone should come play with this pussy.”

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?“I don’t miss someone -- I miss a place. I miss the sound of the trains and cars at night. I miss the sound of 2pac playing and the heat. I miss the taste of stale beer and the scent of cigarettes and weed in the air. I miss my town.”

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? 

“ No. If they did it once they can do it again -- the first time they had to go against everything or anything to do it. The second time would be easier.”

[whipslashed-blog]

♦

♦: slow dancing↳ meme: accepting

The party was supposed to be a gathering, or so he was told when he was invited. He'd shown up with his spirit free and low on alcohol tolerance after a disastrous night earlier that week, so it's less than ideal to be greeted by his way-past-buzzed friends shoving cups into his hand. A glance around tells him the small friend gathering plans had derailed, the rooftop filled with people. He's sure a few more pairs of legs would end in calamity, which makes it hard to get too comfortable when hanging around the corners of the place.

He's gingerly sipping on his third cup for lack of anything better to do, mind pacing back and forth between wondering what it would be like if someone really wound up flying off that roof and contemplating whether it would be better to just walk out and go have some pizza by himself. It's when he's just about to act on the latter (possibly to avoid dwelling too much on the former) that he bumps into Ari. Literally. Cup tumbling over the floor and everything, beer spreading on the floor to exactly no one's concern as a group of people soon walk over the puddle.

They drag their feet and lean against a corner by the door, safely distant from any of the edges. She refuses his offer to go grab her a cup – she is bummed too, also was promised a gathering, also feels like beating it. "I might not be the most uplifting company you could have now," he says on the opportunity, but she swears it's fine. She wants to enjoy the shallow misery a little, and it sounds like a good idea to him.

They don't talk a lot, mostly watch other people, dishing out comments that are sometimes meaner than necessary, but still bring them easy chuckles (a good part of them at the expense of this one guy with a popped collar who thinks he's a much more gifted dancer than he actually is). He shares his concerns regarding the edges, which she acknowledges with grim grace, then she notes on how awful the DJ is. "This guy is fucking killing me," Rioh blurts out, frowning at the sixth Katy Perry song blasting from the busted speakers. He doesn't mean to sound like a dirty snob, he appreciates pop music as much as your average fourteen year old teenager born and raised in Seoul, but there are limits to these things. "It adds to the misery, though," she retorts, which might be a more positive way to look at it. It really does.

The wall loses its appeal after a while, particularly when they notice the spot is a magnet to the poor individuals having trouble handling their alcohol. They pace around, threading through a sea of couples, anchoring themselves in the middle, the sweet spot between the fatally dangerous edges and pettily unappealling walls. The elbows and shoulders jabbing into them projects them forward and have them dancing along, confused smiles finding one another until there's no point in holding onto shallow misery anymore.

It probably won't be a good thing, when he looks in retrospect, that the highlight of the evening had been when High School DJ went to take a piss and left the latest Miley Cyrus album playing on shuffle. But in the here and the now, it definitely beats all other plans he'd had that even (pizza, accidental death). They lean into each other after a while, when the beat smoothens out and relaxes into a melancholic tempo. Mirroring all the couples around them, he wraps her waist in his arms and she links her hands behind his neck, feet interspersed as their bodies glue together. Unlike all other couples, they don't make attempts at sucking each other's face off. She has has cheek on his collarbone, and he has his on the top of her head. It's probably the closest he's been to someone in a significant amount of time without any rushing or ulterior intentions, and it's not bad. She feels warm and terribly human in his arms, breathing and existing under a case of skin, and that's only slightly scary, only for a second. They sway together, slight off the beat but in harmony with one another. As the song drags to an end, slow and anticlimactic, he gets the urge to place a kiss on her forehead, possibly out of muscle memory. A dash of soberness saves the moment and keeps him from acting on it.

"It was fun," is what she says on the bus stop, standing by the corner as her bus turns the corner. "Miserable?" he smiles, fairly content no casualties (miraculously) didn't come to fruition up to the moment they left. "Fun," she corrects him, finishing off saving her number among his contacts. He nods, shoving the phone back into his pocket, "I'll text you something lame when I'm not at danger of being robbed, then we can do this again." Pretty solid plan, she agrees and hops into the bus, then it's a wrap. A fairly positive turn of events, if he says so himself.

[ccneul-blog]

@arioire got herself a starter

( haneul looked at the female that was accompanying him and sighed ) have you told me the truth? you don’t look like you are warm enough, miss

[94jvn]

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What do you want to tell me? Put a symbol in my ask box.

☓ We should talk! 

Gotta admit that I totally agree with this idea. I might also would like to suggest starting off right away, why would we want to wait much longer.

[whipslashed-blog]

I want the k.

14 is for a kiss along the hips↳ meme: accepting

The third time she complains about breakfast, it's not verbally. He has his ear laying a little above her navel, a thin layer of cotton between him and the soft gurgling of her stomach. He can't help but laugh, throwing a teasing glance under the mop of his tousled bangs, but it's all light-hearted. He, himself, is also starving, and the knowledge of an empty fridge (and an empty cupboard, and a nearly empty wallet for the remaining days of the week) wasn't enough to put the complaints from his stomach to rest.

But he will be damned if he doesn't pounce onto every opportunityhe gets to be a dick.

"I'm starting to think if I stay still enough, you'll start considering eating me." He lifts his head, hides his face with a hand to rub away the last traces of sleep from the corners of his eyes. He finally finds her eyes, still soft from a night of decent sleep, and smiles. "You promised you wouldn't mind not having anything lying around to eat. You gave me your word, may I remind you."

Naturally it's easier said than done, Rioh would know, so he simply shrugs to himself and lowers his head again, nose running along the patch of skin revealed by the lifted hem of her t-shirt, reaching the gentle prominence of her hipbone. He's compelled to place a kiss on it, for no seizable reason, so he does, lips brushing over the skin to leave a few more pecks over the skin.

It comes automatically, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind until his lips were all over Ari, but the haze in his mind clears enough to tug the corner of his mouth in a smile as his hands skid over the bed sheets. "This could be a distraction, though," he mutters over a chuckle, and honestly has to ask himself just how much of it is meant to be a joke.

[96park-blog]

@arioire

Unnie... Why haven’t you shown me any of your art work...or told me about London.  (`a small pout forms on Kyungah lips as she stirs her hot chocolate with a straw.) Why is unnie so...mean.  (`by now, Kyungah was just being playful and not really being serious, and she tried so hard to keep herself from laughing.)