Mika X Yejoon

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!

yon x levi

please send me a ship and I will tell you :  YOVI EDITION

who’s the cuddler: yon, but she does it in such a subtle way. its like one minute she could be on the other side of the room cursing him out and then she’s under his arm and it’s like woah how she get there.

who makes the bed: id say nobody. because why would they. but levi!! yon would she just forgets ok

who wakes up first: yon, then she stares at levi until he wakes up. then proceeds to either be an ass to him or be the complete opposite, it all depends on the expression he has when he wakes up.

who has the weird taste in music: they both listen to each others music in their shared headphones so neither of them think the others music taste is weird. sometimes yon listens to alvin and the chipmunks but levi is okay with it

who is more protective: levi. yon doesn’t even realize what it means to be ... well, that. its an arm over her shoulder when they’re out and getting looks, or a subtle touch of his fingers to hers when she spaces out. also the back of the neck grab.... important and relevant. however yon has learnt his fear of dogs is genuine so she will pull him away if she spots on in the distance.

who sings in the shower: levi. yon hates it. she bangs on the door until he stops.

who cries during movies: levi. yon calls him a little bitch and tell him to suck it up normally, but if he is really upset by whatever it is she will curl up on him or place an arm on his side and. stare at him. she means well.

who spends the most while out shopping: yon, accidentally. but levi eggs her on to do it so they’re pretty much as bad as each other.

who kisses more roughly: yon. for sure. theyre never really the best but like i said, levi helps her out a little.

who is more dominate: levi

their song: chase the sun by danny avila. captures that exciting energy they weirdly have together now DJSFIOJKFDGGDFLKG

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@eatmylove​ + colt 

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‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍colt stands tall, hands rested on his hips in a certified karen-esc way as he raises brows at the individual ahead of him. they’d seemingly picked up HIS bike, assuming it was their own & both you & i know that this was simply a mistake, colt saw differently. raised to be defensive over what is his, even with the bike returned, the male felt the need to cause a scene and start an issue with them.

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‍starter call babey! 

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

Henry & Mika ;)

please send me a ship and I will tell you : MIRY EDITION 

who’s the cuddler: it’s incredibly difficult for mika to open up in a physical sense with another person, it may even take years for her to be able to hug henry comfortably. so for that reason, henry is probably the cuddler. she is okay with hugs, however there’s discomfort after a while and she will make that clear.

who makes the bed: mika being the clean freak that she is, she will literally wait for henry to leave the bed so she can make it perfectly. hotel style. motel. holiday inn. she probably sometimes asks henry to do it and then sneaks up to fix it up even more. even when he does it off his own back, she will DJSKFJGFDKDJF MAKE SURE ITS PERFECT!

who wakes up first: mika. shes an early bird. 6am ish??? mainly because she has to give herself time to settle her brain before the day begins. definitely would make henry breakfast though.

who has the weird taste in music: mika is convinced that henry has the weird taste in the music, she struggles to keep serious around him, especially when he has blackbear on. so yeah.

who is more protective: henry. i can see an arm rested on her thigh or a thumb rubbing some surface of her body when she feels a little panicked in a crowded space or yknow. he can probably sense her anxiety and pulls her close and stuff. theres also head pats and stuff as a sense of “im here.”

who sings in the shower: mika is singing. henry joins in. they have a concert. yes.

who cries during movies: BOTH OF THEM SAJDKJJDFGD

who spends the most while out shopping: mika. its normally not her money either if she can get away with it..... DKSLGJFDG. but she would definitely take him out shopping and spend a good 500 on absolutely nothing. i can hear his stressed noises as she does this.

who kisses more roughly: i feel like mika would go in messy like she normally does and henry would roughen it up.

who is more dominate: mika. in ALL aspects.

their song: FRIDAY IM IN LVOE BY THE CURE!!!!!! I STANDBY THIS PERIOD

❛ what , you’re gonna shoot me ? ❜ COLLTT

( tw: blood mention, drug mention )

the rabbit's pink tuft of a tail bobs ahead of her, just out of reach as she skitters behind it, clamoring along in her too high heels. there's ribbon laced around her ankles, tied in a bow, a ribbon tied around her neck, also fashioned into a bow. hot pink, against the pastel of her dress. this time the rabbit dons a red bowtie, perched perfectly against his neck. she doesn't stop to wonder how it stays on as he runs ahead, quick enough that she can't grasp him, but slow enough she doesn't lose him in the otherwise pitch black surroundings. her heels clack against the ground, echoing against the walls that seemingly go on forever. there's no way to tell where one begins and the other ends, no way of telling how far she's traversed thus far with nothing to go off of. a quick look back over her shoulder reveals nothing to her, so she turns back around to continue her chase.

the rabbit is nowhere to be found. aoi skids to a halt, placing her hands on her hips with an annoyed huff as she turns this way and that, eyes darting around the darkness with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the rabbit. he's nowhere to be found. so, with no other choice, she continues to walk in the direction she assumes to be forward. something inside her compels her to continue down that specific track and she does so with her head held high, though her eyes are narrowed and her lips twisted into a frown. there's nobody to impress in the darkness, nothing to toy with, no reason for saccharine smiles or gentle hands. she sighs as she continues forward, each click of her heel irritating her more the further she continued on. one step, two steps, three steps, she continues with no way of knowing how much time has passed. she's aware her feet hurt, but the ribbons keep the heels fastened and she's in no mood to struggle with the tight knots wrung around her limbs. she'd just have to keep walking. and walking. and walking. how boring.

suddenly a light flickers on, a lightbulb slowly moving to and fro hangs directly above her and a light buzz fills the room. her frown only grows as she stops walking, looking straight up towards the bulb before turning to asses her surroundings. nothing else seems to have changed. the rest of the world is still shrouded in darkness. she runs a hand through her hair in irritation, hissing when they snag in a tangle near the ends of her hair, and stomps one foot down against the ground. it booms in the silence. she covers her eyes, rubs her palms harshly against them, and nearly screams. she bites it down at the last second. when she pulls her hands away she's in her room, lying on the floor next to her bed. next to her are her heels, her dress is thrown haphazardly across the bed. she's dressed in a shirt she doesn't remember owning and she picks at it curiously, her brows furrowing at the graphic design on the front. it's much too big for her, fits her more like a dress, and smells like cologne. she rolls her eyes and pushes herself up to a sitting position, immediately grabbing her head with a groan, the world going black the moment she is straight. her body feels light and she nearly falls back, but she manages to hold herself up, giving her a few seconds before she blinks against the light of the sun shining into her room. right, she'd forgotten to close the drapes. rookie mistake. she rubs her hands against her eyes again, uncaring of the makeup smudging below them causing her to look like a raccoon and finally rises to her feet. she staggers for a moment, throws her hands out to catch herself, but steadies and leaves to asses the rest of her apartment. she doesn't notice the opened bottle of orange pills on her bedside table.

a cursory glance around her place reveals no sort of danger nor any answers to why her head hurt so bad, but she wasn't a fool. she was well aware she relied too heavily on her vices to make her way through her days, but without them she felt lost. even now, the lights seemed to bright and the world a bit too dull. she digs her nails into her own palm and frowns, bringing her fist up to her mouth to bite on her thumbnail. a habit she did when she was thinking, typically only seen when her mind wasn't clouded or filling the world with distorted visions. already, she missed the pink. upon noticing her phone on the counter she grabs it and scrolls through the few texts she's received, not bothering to respond to any until she comes across a familiar name. her face lights up immediately and she's quick to tap away at the screen, uncaring that she's managed to lose most of her fake nails. only four remained overall. bright lime green. when had she chosen that color? no matter, it was time to replace them, anyway.

[ sms: colt ] hiiiiii~ ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ [ sms: colt ] i need your assistance right now!! it's an emergency!!!! [ sms: colt ] i appear to be bleeding! there's so much blood!! ehehe i don't want to die~ ☆d(o⌒∇⌒o)b

she doesn't think as she types and tosses her phone away as soon as she's finished. it dings but she's not too concerned with the reply, instead her focus is on the knives in their holder, the small bit of silver she can see gleaming in the light, almost as though it's mocking her. she hums, flopping half onto her counter where a half finished box of cereal sits. she reaches in, pulls out a handful and shoves it into her mouth. it's stale. how long had it been sitting out? oh well. another look around reveals that she hasn't cleaned in quite a long time, at least, she assumes so based on what a disaster her place appeared to be. in the corner cowers a group of small yokai. she only glares at them before spinning on her heel, box of cereal in hand as she continues to shovel it into her mouth. she wasn't sure if she even had other food to choose from. it'd do for now. she was only slightly hungry to begin with.

she's not sure how much time passes, she's long finished what was left of the cereal and the box now lies discarded on the floor, half crushed from where usagi had used it as a means to jump onto the couch to lie on aoi's chest. he's purring and she's content, a small smile on her face. she may have found the world and her surroundings pitifully boring, but there were few things that made her happy the way usagi did. his fur felt nice under her fingers. she wondered if the rabbit would feel as nice. the thought causes her to frown, though she's pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a knock at her door. she jolts into a sitting position and usagi leaps away, retreating to his usual spot beneath the couch, his eyes barely visible in the shadows. it's still daytime, but she could never be too prepared, so she grabs the closest thing to her that could be used as a threat, or perhaps even a weapon if need be. a toy gun, bright pink and small, that only shot little pellets. meant to be nothing more than a party gag. it'd have to do. with furrowed brows she opens the door, forgetting the peephole existed in her mission to eliminate the potential threat. she points, finger on the trigger, before blinking, bewildered. colt? right, she'd asked him to come over. why did she do that again? no matter. he was here. she wasn't hurt. he was probably going to be angry. aoi finds herself smiling.

"what , you’re gonna shoot me?"

"shoot you? i'd never! i thought you were a big, scary man coming to take me away! maybe the owner of this shirt coming back to retrieve it, i don't know. but not you! never you!" she tugs him inside before he has a chance to escape, strong despite her small stature. you couldn't be weak when your main job was hunting yokais. she basically slams the door shut with a kick of her foot and tosses the toy gun off to the side, quick to crowd his space as she usually did. he was there, a beacon of color in her dull world, even if she didn't like him much. or maybe she did. she couldn't be so sure. she liked his company enough, so perhaps she didn't fully dislike him. friendship was confusing. feelings even more so. she'd dwell on it some other time.

"ah, so, i may have lied. i'm not really hurt." her arms find their way behind her back and she kicks at the floor, feigning nervousness and guilt. she pouts for added effect, looking up at him through her lashes. "you're not mad, right?"