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Yejoon X Colt
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
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❛ i can’t even think straight. it’s been so long. i needed- he- i- ❜
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❛ 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. ❜
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“ you don’t have to hide your tears from me . ” “ you’re doing great , okay ?? i mean it . ” “ you are so strong . ” “ please don’t ever give up . ” “ i will always believe in you . ” “ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ” “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ” “ you’ve always been strong for me . let me return the favor . ” “ just listen to my heartbeat , okay ?? ” “ come on , take a deep breath . it’s gonna be alright . ” “ please , just hold me . ” “ you always meant the world to me . i’m sorry i let you forget that . ” “ i never stopped loving you . ” “ you’ll feel better if you talk about it . i’m here to listen . ” “ you’re so much more than the mistakes you’ve made . ” “ i forgive you . ” “ you are so fucking powerful . ” “ i’m not leaving you here . ” “ i trust you more than anyone else in this universe . ” “ it’s okay to be confused . nobody has all the answers . ” “ i’m so , so sorry . you didn’t deserve that . ” “ healing is not linear , but it’s always moving forward . ” “ you can admit that you’re hurting . it’s okay to not be okay . ” “ hold my hand ?? ” “ you are my home . ” “ no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me . ” “ don’t worry . i’ll protect you . ” “ shh , it was just a nightmare . you’re safe . ” “ don’t talk about yourself like that . ” “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ” “ you are loved . ” “ i just need a hug . ” “ i’ll destroy anything that so much as thinks of harming you . ” “ don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are . ” “ you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ” “ well , hello sleeping beauty . you fell asleep on me . ” “ if you don’t take your butt back to bed , i will carry you there myself . ” “ i’m sorry to wake you up , but i really need someone to talk to . ” “ i hate seeing you like this … please , let me help . ” “ you are & always will be precious to me . ” “ i can’t believe that asshole said that to you . it’s not true , you know . ” “ you want me to punch him in the face ?? ” “ you deserve every good thing in the world . ” “ you know i always have your back . ” “ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ” “ stop apologizing , okay ?? i’ve already told you i’ve forgiven you a hundred times now . ” “ don’t beat yourself up over this . be kind to yourself , it’s not your fault . ”
please send me a ship and I will tell you
who’s the cuddler:
who makes the bed:
who wakes up first:
who has the weird taste in music:
who is more protective:
who sings in the shower:
who cries during movies:
who spends the most while out shopping:
who kisses more roughly:
who is more dominate:
my rating of the ship from 1-10:
❛ 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?"