@punkicks + Yon

@punkicks​ + yon

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ i don’t like how it smells in here. ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍theres obvious stress between her eyes, yon’s gaze is a little frantic as she takes in the surrounding visuals, attempting to find some kind of mental steady ground in order to allow some what of a process to kick in. it’s different. too different. yon is not used to it. a small grunt as her stature shifts to something a little smaller, almost like she’s trying to bury herself within her own cardigan. she knew it was a bad idea to attempt something like this, even when levi originally suggested it, she was hesitant. but her comfort boy seemed pretty excited about it, plus yon hasn’t ever been to a gig before. well ... at least not her own. especially not on a saturday night. she was used to spinning her own personal decks on this day, so her schedule was completely rear ended with this change of plans.

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍her right arm rests upon her left, rubbing the surface gently as she makes eye contact with a stranger to her left. he stunk of smoke. that felt familiar, almost comforting to her. maybe this wasn’t so bad ... no. she was meant to be at her usual spot right now. not this new area. it wasn’t bad, it was horrible

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yejoon x colt

please send me a ship and I will tell you :  yelt LMAO coon? FUCK EDITION

who’s the cuddler: yejoon normally. colt just goes with it, head rubs and like a hand just on some part of his body, normally an inappropriate place. but colt is cuddly aswell but its more of a relief thing for him, he craves that physical affection so bad he’ll attack hug yejoon often

who makes the bed: they take turns but its mainly gonna be yejoon, colt then proceeds to jump onto it and mess it all up just to be a pain in the ass.

who wakes up first: yejoon, colt doesnt even wake up. he can sleep for 14 hours straight

who has the weird taste in music: colt tries to force yejoon to listen to the grime he grew up with and they both vibe to it. whatever it is yejoon tries to show colt, colt just isnt having it.

who is more protective: hc that colt has literally beat people up because they made comments about yejoon. yejoon probs killed someone for him before now, they’re both okay with it either way. kinda crazy 

who sings in the shower: yejoon, colt pretends to hate it but is secretly vibing through the walls.

who cries during movies: god both of them they’re a mess

who spends the most while out shopping: they’re both pretty good with money but colt will spend a little more especially when hes buying things for yejoon. like 1 pound more but it counts okay

who kisses more roughly: colt???

who is more dominate: colt. he makes sure yejoon knows that often aswell LMAO

their song: HOLY FUCK BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BY BUGZY MALONE FOR SURE

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?” sierra

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ i can’t even think straight. it’s been so long. i needed- he- i- ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍optics that read a pale shade of white stare down at crimson stained digits. they’re shaking. she’s shaking. sierra hadn’t exactly explained her situation to hana after the distance grew between them, but mentally- nothing had changed. at least on sie’s end. those lifeless, glassy eyes fill up with tears as head shakes in disbelief. speechless she remains as the carcass of an older man lay dormant beside her, uncertain what hana’s next move might be. a little shocked at her choice of words, carmen is taken aback, tilting her head as the situation settles. she thinks SHE was the one who was attacked. the man lay on his back after all, the meaning wounds on his stomach not visible to them both. subtly, an exhale was released. as she let out that long breath, there was a little moment where she reflected on the scene before her. she needed to be more careful. yes. cover it up. this part of her wasn’t public, it shouldn’t be seen by human eyes. especially not of those she loved. this was her mistake, her burden to carry, nobody else’s. forcing a smile, her bloody teeth bare; the small female’s demeanour slowly shifts as her stance relaxes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍11... he came out of nowhere. he tried to attack me... so i panicked, i didn’t know what to do. ‍ ‍ ‍  ❜‍ ‍ ‍ ‍cue to the waterworks. she’s an actress after all. however, as those salty tears hit her flushed cheeks, she questioned whether they were real ? hana is now another person she’ll have to deceive because of what she is. the creature she sees every time she’s faced with a mirror.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍i really didn’t know what to do. ‍ ‍ ‍  ❜

‍ask starter things ! send me one mother fooker

tangledwire​:

“what else should we call it? would there even be a better name for something so despicable? i mean— i could think of a few, but i’m not sure you’d like to hear them!” she giggles then, hand coming up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shake with the force of it. yes, we really are so funny! the rabbit would be so proud of us, wouldn’t he? oh yes, he would! frankly, she couldn’t care less about dancing, burlesque or otherwise, and had at least a minor appreciation for the art, but there was no way she’d ever admit info to someone like mika. there was something about the other female that drew aoi in, but it was certainly not for any pleasant reason. what could it be? how annoying, we don’t even know. so annoying, right? maybe the rabbit knows. ah, he probably does! we should find the rabbit! yes, let’s! she’s about to turn on her heel and skip off to do just that, the pink rabbit suddenly on the forefront of her mind once again, but mika’s stutter keeps the taller rooted to her spot. for a moment, silence settles between them as aoi sizes the other up, takes in her stance as her lips curl into the slightest of smirks.

how pathetic. she’s so pathetic, right? can’t even talk without a stutter! oh, how bad we feel for her. how sad her life must be!

she manages to hold her laughter in as she steps close enough to the other to catch a lock of her hair and curl it around her finger in a loving manner, her own head tilting to the side as she continues to eye the younger her face morphing into its usual cheerful mask. she felt like puking, being so close to something so disgraceful was making her sick, but it was always a good time to toy with the things she found less than satisfactory. currently, mika was one of her favorite playthings, though due to their shared distaste of each other, it wasn’t often she got to play with her. how sad, really. she could show her such fun things if she just let her in. how exciting it’d be. aoi was sure she’d love the lemon candy and the creatures that lurked within the yellow light. her eyes glitter with excitement, but she contains herself for the show.

“you’re sooo cute, y'know?” she hums, letting the lock of hair fall from her finger, but she doesn’t leave mika’s bubble. she has no plans to, so she leaves the choice to mika. whether she played into her games or not didn’t really matter as either way, aoi would enjoy her reaction. her tongue pokes out to wet her lips and she hums at the taste of strawberry, forgetting she’d put on her favorite gloss that morning. it made her lips a nice, sparkly pink. “the stutter is a bit of a problem, though, don’t you think?” she pauses, taking a moment to card her fingers through her hair, annoyed with the way it’s fallen into her face, obstructing her view of the other. mika’s still pink. the pink she didn’t deserve. how annoying. she wanted to paint her yellow. or green. or blue. maybe purple. anything but pink. the creatures laughing in the corner of the street seem to agree with her.

“we could fix it. if you wanted. do you like candy?”

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍mika stiffens the moment her personal bubble is breached, letting out a shaky exhale as optics narrow upon the female ahead of her. the second aoi’s scent wrapped around her like an unwanted hug, the brunettes fight or flight kicked in and hands immediately stretched ahead to ( gently ) push back the female. obviously unaware of the strand of hair that lay tangled up in pretty pink fingers,    ‍ ‍  ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ shit - what the fuck aoi ?! ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍she tilts her head as she attempts to break free auburn strands, fixing her composure as her scowl only grows. her cheeks a little flushed from the overall closeness & comments, with tongue to cheek she averts her gaze. mainly to avoid adding fuel to the fire with her flustered state, as from their previous encounters - mike had pretty much figured out by now more or less what makes aoi tick. theres a glint in her eye whenever she slips up, very much how they shined moments ago at the mere presence of mika’s stutter. ‍

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ what do you mean fix it ? it just happens sometimes. stop being so weirdly condescending. god.‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍defensive & quick to respond to comments, mika’s gaze once again finds the female’s, her irritated demeanour still present, however the small glint of rose that dusted her cheeks had fortunately faded. “a bit of a problem” lingered in her mind, it was a problem. she knew that. it was embarrassing, every time it happens the cringe that rushes through her is almost as prominent as the previous. if not more. but that didn’t mean others could point it out, it’s somehow worse that way. acknowledging it off her own personal accord is okay, it’s a quirk she has. that’s it. but aoi mentioning it, using it to call her “cute” and drip a condescending tone into the conversation because of it, is something much more than degrading. 

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍       with choosing to ignore any further comments about her career, as by this point, she’s pretty much tired of explaining the concept of dance to this individual. mika attempts to divert the attention onto aoi by quick firing questions in return to her own. brows furrow as she exhales, more stable than it was before,    ‍ ‍  ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ candy ? that’s a strange thing to ask. are we talking about charlie and the chocolate factory candy or ... well ... ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍taking a glance at aoi from head to toe, mike pauses, gesturing to aoi’s appearance.     ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ your type of candy. whatever the fuck that might be today. ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍ ‍‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍       mika would be lying if she said she didn’t feel an ounce of sorrow for the girl. it’s probably the relativity. having a similar stage like this in her life, of course not even CLOSE to how aoi had gotten herself, even if she didn’t want to, she sees herself in the female. probably where the hate & anger comes from, at least on her end. the countless conversations and meetings they have always end with negative thoughts, but mike still chooses to interact. why ? does she feel a fucked up need to be around her ? regardless, that didn’t matter right now. what mattered is how fast a hand would be to her cheek if she stepped in her space a second time. 

“you never understand.” from yonnie! :D

‘ARGUING STARTERS’   —  Status: Starter ♡   Muses: Yon + Yueon  &.  Timeline: Current Time

Yueon could practically see the back of his skull with how far his eyes rolled back. The female in question had been insisting the two of them were related for the last few weeks. Her proof? They names contained similar letters. While it had been out of the blue but quite hilarious at first.. the more time passed, the more Yueon was starting to think she truly meant it and strongly believed they were in fact related for that specific reason only. He would’ve continued to entertain it, had it not been that she was very serious about the matter. At some point, he would have to break it to her. Right? His gaze was almost filled with pity, looking down upon the.. well.. strange, female. ‘I want us to be related too but that’s really not how this works.’ He stated. 

mika x yejoon

 please send me a ship and I will tell you :  yeka... edition. this is an interesting one

who’s the cuddler: yejoon. that man is a human teddy bear and mika is the a human knife. this is their downfall.

who makes the bed: they both make it, mika makes it super tidy and neat and then yejoon proceeds to jump on it and mess it up again and mika strangles him

who wakes up first: mika! she lets yejoon sleep and normally goes to make him a coffee. 

who has the weird taste in music: they both vibe to five nights at freddys together. they’re both bad.

who is more protective: yejoon, his jealousy and mika’s lack of clashes sometimes as he feels the need to protect her around others but she doesn’t understand that and although she finds his little attempts cute, she normally tells him to stop. mika would start a fight on someone if they tried him tho

who sings in the shower: both of them. dear god. they both scream at the top of their lungs

who cries during movies: mika and then she makes yejoon cry by just staring at him the entire time until he does

who spends the most while out shopping: mika! yejoon doesnt complain though, hes a little confused where she got all this money but respects the hustle and just happily follows her along.

who kisses more roughly: mika... and then yejoon just smirks into it normally

who is more dominate: they switch. but in everyday i wanna say yejoon? because mika controls so much that she wants to feel comfortable to allow another person to take charge of various things and help her out in ways that she would normally do herself! and since they’re bffs, hes perfect for that

their song: the key to life on earth by declan mckenna!