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OMYGAHDDDDD YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE VAMP FICS LIKE THIS ISTG😭

Join Me in Death

✧ Pairing: Sophia Laforteza x Fem Reader

Your vampire girlfriend finally asks the burning question. But are you willing to spend forever with her? Are you willing to turn into what she is?

✧ Wc: 1.6k ✧ Status: Completed

✧ Tags: Vampire!Sophia, Human!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Proposal?? kinda, i think this is very romantic, vampire wedding when

♫ Now Playing: Join Me (Razorblade Mix) ♫

The old vinyl spun, playing a haunting waltz by some long gone dead composer you definitely couldn’t name. Your girlfriend probably knew him personally though. The sound of the instruments glided through the air. The almost abandoned ballroom around you is dressed in shadows with dust glittering like ash in the candlelight. Velvet drapes pool at the windows and the chandelier sways gently overhead.

Sophia holds you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

One of her hands rests on your back and the other clasps yours in a delicate grip as if you're something fragile. But her touch is steady and her movements graceful. She moves like someone who’s danced these steps a thousand times and yet still treats this one like its the first.

You sway together slowly, her body is close enough for you to feel the cool stillness of her skin against your own warmth. You wonder if she can hear your heartbeat; she probably can. It’s been louder lately getting especially loud every time she looks at you like this.

“I used to love this song,” she says softly, her lips brushing your ear as you turn together. “a long time ago.”

You glance at her lips as she speaks. “Stopped loving it?”

She shakes her head with a faint wistful smile showing her fangs just slightly as they glisten under the moonlight. “I just stopped having anyone to dance to it with.”

Your fingers tighten around hers. She leans into you again but her voice quieter now. “But tonight... tonight it sounds like it’s meant for us.”

The song carries you through the silence. You try to memorize everything: the weight of her in your arms, the feel of her black silk dress against your hand, the way she looks at you, that feeling that time has finally slowed for her for once. Like maybe, just maybe, eternity can be gentle. There was this look in her eyes though, a sentiment that you couldn’t quite place a name to.

“Sophia, you’re getting all poetic again” you break the quiet with a giggle. “What are you thinking about?”

Her head rests against your shoulder for a moment longer before she lifts it and meets your eyes. There's something behind them, something soft and yet also something scared.

“I’m thinking… about how impossible this is.”

“What do you mean?”

Her gaze drops to your chest where your heart still beats.

“I was never supposed to fall in love again,” she says. “Not like this. Not with someone who breathes.”

You can feel her fingers trembling in yours.

“And yet,” you say gently, “here we are.”

Her laugh is quiet. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?”

“I hope it’s something good.”

She looks back up at you. And for a moment all the centuries seem to fall away. There’s no predator here. No creature of the night. Just a woman, ancient and aching, trying to find the right words to say something she never thought she’d say again.

“I don’t sleep,” she begins. “Not like you do you know that. But when I rest, I dream of you. I see us over and over, dancing in empty churches, lying in ruins under the stars, laughing in places the world has forgotten.”

You don’t speak. You let her go on.

“I try not to,” she sighs. “I try not to want it. But you make me selfish. You make me want things I shouldn't.”

She pulls back a little while still holding your hand. Her other hand rises and brushes along your jaw. “Your life,” she whispers. “It’s this beautiful brief flame and every time I touch you, I feel like I’m setting it closer to the edge of going out.”

“Sophia-”

“I’m not finished.”

You go still.

“I have loved people before,” she says. “I have watched them grow old. Watched them fade… and every time I swore I’d never do it again.”

Both her arms reach to wrap around behind your neck and you two continue to sway. The music shifts, it’s still slow but a bit heavier now. Weighted with a variety of instruments, strings and sorrow.

“But then I met you and suddenly I wanted forever again.”

Sophia’s eyes search yours.

“I don’t want to marry you,” she says quietly. “I don’t want a church or a white dress or a ring that rusts.”

You manage to muster a small nervous smile. “That’s… okay.”

She doesn’t smile back.

“I want more than that,” she whispers. “I want the kind of promise that defies mortality. I want to love you through centuries. I want to see the world collapse and rebuild and collapse again and still find you at my side.”

She swallows.

“I want to give you my curse. Or my gift. Whatever you want to call it.”

Your breath catches.

Sophia steps even closer now, and her voice softens to become more fragile than you’ve ever heard it.

“Will you join me in death?”

The question hangs there, it’s her version of a shiny ring in a velvet box. Sacred. Terrifying. You look into her eyes and for the first time she lets you see the fear there. Not fear of rejection, but of hope.

She continues her speech just above a whisper. “Say no, and I’ll stay with you until the end. I’ll hold your hand through every breath including your last. But say yes…”

She presses her forehead to yours.

“Say yes and I’ll make you mine. I’ll love you until the stars die and the sky forgets how to hold them.”

The candlelight flickers. The music plays on. Her hands are ice cold and steady in yours. And now the silence waits for your answer.

You don't answer right away. I mean how could you? It isn’t something to be taken lightly. And she knows that, you both know that. She doesn’t rush you. She just watches with her eyes steady and hands trembling faintly.

Join me in death.

She hadn’t said it like a threat or even like a question. It had come out like a promise, a vow waiting to be completed. A ring without a finger. A key with no lock unless you say yes.

You take a breath, deep and mortal, and your throat tightens. You look at her and for a moment you see everything everywhere all at once;

You see the first time you touched her hand and noticed it was ice cold. The first time she smiled like she wasn’t pretending. The first time you saw her fangs. The first time you realized you weren’t afraid of her. The first time you realized you loved her.

And now this.

“Forever’s a long time.” you say with your voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia nods slowly, her gaze flicking away like she’s bracing for the word no.

“It is,” she says. “I’ve felt every second of it.”

You swallow. “And you’d do it all again?”

“If it meant you were with me, yes.”

Silence.

You look down at your joined hands. Her skin is cool against yours. Unchanging. Eternal. You wonder what your hands would feel like in hers once your warmth is gone. Once your blood is stilled. Once you’ve crossed that invisible line and become the kind of thing you feared or at least used to.

She hadn’t felt what it meant to be alive in centuries and yet... her touch never felt like death. It always felt like home. Still your mind races. You ask the questions you’ve kept hidden, questions you didn’t know would matter so much now that the moment is real.

“What if I change?” you ask.

“You will,” she answers without hesitation. “But not in the way you're afraid of. You won’t lose your soul or your laugh or the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. You’ll still be you just... different.”

“What if I’m not strong enough?”

She steps closer, her body resting gently against yours. “Then I’ll nurse you and hold you up until you are.”

“And what if I regret it?” Your voice cracks and your hands tighten gripping on the silk of her dress.

She closes her eyes. “Then I’ll carry that regret with you. Every step. Every century. And love you anyway.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until she reaches up and wipes the tears away with her thumb. It’s a tender human motion, and it undoes you.

“I’m not asking you to die tonight for love,” she says gently. “I’m asking you to live in a different way. With me. Only If that’s something you want.”

And there it is again.

The space between if and forever.

You breathe in again, still feeling your mortality. Still deciding. Still holding everything that’s about to change. As she looks at you with those earnest eyes, she’s waiting, breaking and hoping; In that moment you realize there is no other answer. Not for you. Not here. Not with her.

You reach up brushing your fingers along her cheek, feeling the chill of her skin and the warmth of her eyes all at once.

“I want it,” you say. Steady now. Clear. “I want you. Whatever it means. Whatever it costs.”

Sophia doesn’t move - not yet. Her lips part like she’s about to speak but nothing comes out at first. She’s stunned. A creature who has known everything... now struck wordless by a single yes.

“You're sure?” she breathes.

You nod. “I don’t want a just a single lifetime with you.”

You lean in close enough to kiss her and whisper the rest against her lips:

“I want forever.”

She shudders. Then softly responds smiling showing off her sparkling fangs as her eyes turn into crescent moons:

“Then forever begins tonight.”

#sereinsreccommendations #katseye

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itzserein · 6 days ago

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THE KING IS BACKKKK OMGGG🥹🥹 I LOVE LOVE LOVE THISSS

— 𝒮low ✧ 𝒮.ℒ

summary જ⁀➴ sophia can always tell when you're having an off day, and she's always there to help you with it

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ hurt/comfort, established relationship, transmasc!reader, mild language, mentions of dysphoria, idol!sophia x non idol!reader, not proofread

again,(🫩) transphobia is not welcomed on this blog and you will be blocked immediately. i wont bother responding so stop please

you're laying in your bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin, oversized hoodie on with the hood over your head, and the only sound being your thoughts running through your head. you called out of work for the day, and you hadn't moved from your position since the morning. you weren't sure what time it was by now, the curtains shut to keep out the sunny day it was outside.

your phone went off a few times, and you barely had the energy to flip it over and see the messages. they were all from your girlfriend, sophia – the first one saying good morning and asking if you wanted to do anything today, then a few more throughout the morning, and then the final one reading "i'm on my way." that's it.

you sigh, setting down the phone. she knew you too well by now. all it took was you not responding for her to know something was wrong with you. it wasn't hard to figure out, though. you two always responded to each other even if it was an hour or a few later. but for multiple texts to be sent over the morning into the afternoon, she knew.

within half an hour, you heard the front door click, and then creak open. shuffling feet against the wood floor, and then you heard her voice.

"yn?"

it was soft, hesitant when she said it. like speaking too loud would startle you. you look over at her, seeing her standing in the doorway with a concerned expression etched on her face. her worry only grows bigger when you don't even have the energy to force a smile on your face, instead just staring back at her with tired eyes and a blank expression. she walks to the other side of the bed and slides in while still sitting up, carefully grabbing your hand.

"what's wrong, mahal?" she asks quietly.

you shake your head, mumbling. "nothing."

she gives you a pointed look, the concern still on her face. "you can tell me, y'know. that's what i'm here for." she says softly.

you give a curt nod, eyes avoiding hers. "just feel like shit."

"are you sick?" sophia moves her hand to your forehead to feel if you were cold.

"no." you shake your head. "i don't know. i just don't want to do anything."

sophia nods in understanding. "do you want me to make you something to eat?" she asks. "i can make your favorite." her thumb draws little circles on your cheek.

your eyes finally meet hers, and she can see the emptiness in them, and it makes her heart ache. she knows you have days like this, and she is far from one to get upset or irritated by it. she understood enough of the situation to not get irritated when you couldn't even get out of bed for work.

"please?" you say quietly.

"of course, malko." she presses a quick kiss on your head. "you stay here, 'kay? call for me if you need anything."

"okay." you nod.

"i love you," she whispers.

"i love you too," you reply, a warm feeling radiating through your chest. the first thing you've felt all day so far.

sophia gets out of the bed and heads into the kitchen. soon enough, you could hear the clattering of pots and pans as she started to make your favorite meal. you remained on the bed for a few minutes before you found yourself slowly climbing up and out of it.

your hoodie was two sizes bigger than you wore, and it reached the middle of your thighs and covered your hands almost entirely. you slowly walk over to the kitchen, standing in the doorway watching sophia move around your kitchen like it was second nature. you loved watching her cook, it was something you both enjoyed. while you still cooked every now and then, she was the one to do it most of the time. you liked watching her cook, and she liked having your presence around when she did cook, especially for you.

you take a few hesitant steps towards sophia who's standing at the stove, and slowly wrap your arms around her from behind. she jumps slightly, clearly surprised, but instantly melts into your arms.

"i thought i'd have to drag you out of that bed," she says.

"me too," you mumble with a nod, pressing your face in the crook of her neck. "'m sorry."

"uh-uh." sophia shakes her head. "don't do that."

your arms tighten around her, and she can feel your breathing get shaky along with your whole body. she can tell those things by now, knowing you're about to lose it. she turns the heat low on the stove and turns – your arms still secure around her as hers hook around your neck.

"i-i'm sorry i just–" you swallow, taking a shaky breath. "i hate myself some days, and i feel great other days. i don't want to bother you."

"you're not bothering me, yn." sophia tells you gently. "you could never bother me. i know you have these days sometimes, and i will always be here to help you through them. always. no matter what."

"i'm scared." you whisper suddenly.

"of what?" she replies in the same voice.

"you leaving," you answer truthfully. "finding someone better. a real man like they say."

sophia's eyes soften. of course you would read the comments under her posts with you. ever since she was given the okay to go public with you, she immediately made a instagram post with a picture of you two, not noticing your surgery scars were showing. the comments and talk of it flooded like a tsunami on all social media, mixed with good and bad ones. while majority of eyekons were happy for her and didn't honestly care who she was with as long as they treated her with respect and love, the general public was far different. the scars being noticeable made conversation all over twitter about you. you expected it a little bit, but not to the extreme it became. you saw slurs towards you daily whenever you opened twitter, and even if it wasn't a slur it was still obviously not good words to you or about you. you could deal with the normal people on the street giving you looks or maybe saying something. but you couldn't deal with seeing words about you being thrown every time you went on social media. you even had to make all of your socials private because people were coming to your accounts to send you dms or comments under your posts.

and sophia wasn't stupid. she knew you well enough to know that you would look at the posts and comments and focus on the negative ones. she understood it. you were different. and some people didn't like different. and they are very loud about it. so loud that sometimes you can't hear anything else.

"you don't have to worry about that," sophia starts, speaking slowly. "because i can promise you that you are the only one that i will love like this. i promise that there won't be anyone else. i promise that my heart belongs to you, and just you. you are the love of my life, yn. nothing will ever change that." her hands move to cup your face. "you are more of a man than anyone else, even if you don't think so. i love you, malko. no one else."

tears begin forming in your eyes before you can even realize, your bottom lip trembling as you try to keep yourself from falling apart. but the second you feel her thumb wipe away one of the stray tears, you're breaking down.

sophia instantly pulls you into her arms the moment she hears your breath hitch and the tears start flowing, holding you close to her as you sob into her shoulder. she can't lie, she still hasn't completely gotten used to the spontaneous breakdowns from you. but she still understood.

you held a lot of your emotions inside. you didn't cry or break down like this often unless you were boiling over and about to spill. you didn't have days like this a lot, but they still happened occasionally every now and then. but she wasn't worried. you knew who you were, and that wasn't going to change. that was one thing you always said at the end of the day. you were you. and to both of you, that was enough.

"i love you." she murmurs softly. "i love you so much." she presses a soft kiss on your temple. "i'm never going to leave, i promise."

you slowly calm down in sophia's arms, her soothing words in your ear helping, along with her hands rubbing your back reassuringly. your tears eventually stop, and a few small sniffles come from you. you pull your face from her neck, and she looks up at you with her soft brown eyes.

"are you okay?" she asks in a soft voice.

"yeah." you nod. "i'm sorry."

"don't apologize." sophia shakes her head. "it's okay, you're okay. i promise." she kisses your cheek gently. "why don't i make something to eat, we sit in bed, and watch the last season of lost?"

"really?" you mumble, but your eyes light up for the first time today.

"really." she smiles at you.

"okay." you smile back.

#sereinsreccommendations #katseye

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itzserein · 7 days ago

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its me running to my dms with ace everytime i have an interaction my crush🫠

#sereinslore

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itzserein · 12 days ago

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THIS IS SO?!?!? OSBXOABDOABD🥹🥹

◜ ͡ ◝ PUPPY LOVE 𓎢𓎟𓎡 J .Y.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀n/nchae are two pomeranians in a trench coat

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝒚𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 ) 𖹭 jeong yoonchae x f!r ✴︎ fluff ── 7th katseye member au, from this ask, wlw, the other girls as big sisters, first relationship, crack. read in light! / ib @sillymommy6969 / ( masterlist )

YOONCHAE & Y/N AS THAT ONE PAUL ANKA SONG (aka 23 minutes of pure n/nchae fluff + y/n’s shenanigans)

⠀⠀⠀77.2k likes | 203k views | 18th May, 25

꒰ Clip one ꒱ YOUTUBE yoonchae’s surprise graduation party

the clip opened up with a quick compilation of y/n making donuts, decorating each one with care and precision. “yoonchae likes krispy kreme a lot, every time we’d pass a store she’d look at me and ask if we can buy; of course i always say yes, because i’m a good g- friend.”

y/n took the tripod in her hands before aiming it down to show the plate of donuts she’d made. one had a design of miss bunny from the bambi movie, saying “she reminds me of yoonchae” as she showed 7 other donuts.

the designs ranged from characters that the kats and even fans have compared yoonchae to, messages from each member of the group that y/n had asked them to give so she could write them down, and finally one that simply said “you did well, shelly”.

[ y/n calling yoonchae shelly and shelly also being her favorite band 💔 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVEE ]

*technical difficulty screen*

time skip to when the girls finally revealed the surprise to yoonchae, everyone was present except for a certain h/c girl.

“where’s y/n?” yoonchae asked as the other girls sat her down onto the sofa. in front of them? a table full of goodies, from yoonchae’s favorite korean stew, to the different flavors of pringles she liked snacking on.

“yeah, where is y/n?” megan mused as they all glanced around for the girl. then, like magic, she appeared behind yoonchae, placing her hand son her shoulders.

the girl flinched at the contact before relaxing when she realized whose hands they belonged to. “congratulations on finally graduating shelly,” y/n said with a bright smile.

[ yoonchae relaxing the second she realized it was y/n behind her🥹 ]

“scoot over,” yoonchae said to megan who let out a playfully offended gasp. y/n took megan’s place next to the korean, arm wrapped around her shoulders as the others took turns reading out individual letters they’d written for her; it was lara’s idea, of course.

when it came to y/n’s turn, she cleared her throat softly. “yoonchae,” she started with a slightly smile. “you were one of the first people i met during our trainee days, to say that I value you like no other is a massive understatement.”

“despite the language barrier between us, you still tried your best to understand and communicate with me; your drive to improve, your energy, your kindness, and your idiosyncratic nature is so refreshing— you glow like no other, whether it be on or off stage.”

“thank you for being present, for listening, and for being you. Congratulations, my shelly, and I can’t wait for us grow old and annoying together.”

by the end of her letter, y/n was already tearing up slightly, making the others laugh in awe. “aww, y/n!” lara said as she reached over to pat her back. yoonchae looked at her like she’d just been presented the most precious thing known to man before giving her a long hug.

[ MY N/NCHAE💔💔 LORD PLEASE NEVER SEPARATE THESE TWO I BEG YOU ]

꒰ Clip two ꒱ INSTAGRAM @.y0on_cha3 [20250128]

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meganskiendiel WHOS THIS?!

lararajj thats my niece yall

meretmanon YESS MY DAUGHTERR

meganskiendiel my prettiest babyy

⠀⠀⠀y/nl/n ??? back off meiyokie

y/nl/n woah who took that photo of you at the beginning she did such a good job

y/nl/n IS THAT RISING POPSTAR JEONG YOONCHAE??

y/nl/n can you tell your mom and your dad that i miss them

⠀⠀⠀yo0n_cha3 they miss you too they said

[ SO MANY THINGS HAPPENING. JEALOUS Y/N, YOONCHAE’S PARENTS KNOWING AND MISSING Y/N, Y/N TAKING THE FIRST PIC?? GODS THEY ARE SO COUPLE GOALSSS ]

꒰ Clip three ꒱ Y/N’S WEVERSE LIVE “got left on seen, so i went emo” [250418]

the clip opens up with intense keyboard clicking, y/n’s camera was set on her desk, showing half of her face and her hand on her mouse.

“hey oomfs.” she greeted the viewers with a small huff of laughter before quickly locking in. through the reflection of her glasses, eyekons could see that she was on no other than overwatch.

user 01 what the hell is this live name😭😭

user 02 is my girl playing OW??💔💔🥀

user 03 what’s ur streak mama

“guys,” y/n started as she took her hands off of her keyboard and mouse to pop her knuckles. “yoonchae left me on seen for like 7 hours— 7 hours and counting.”

“i say we start a ‘yoonchae party is over’ tag trending on twitter.”

user 04 LMFAOO

user 05 aint no way the tag is already on the trending board

yoonchip 💗 why are you lying💔 i said i was gonna take a nap

user 06 OUHH SHE GOT UR ASS

y/n quirked a brow at yoonchae’s comment, laughing a little as placed her hand back on her mouse. “nuh uh, why are you lying? you didn’t say anything about taking a nap.”

yoonchip 💗 I DID

yoonchip 💗 did i not

yoonchip 💗 whoops

yoonchip 💗 come to our room, we can watch we bare bears again

the girl paused her game, glanced at her phone for a second before clearing her throat and clasping her hands together. “okay eyekons, sorry for the short live but something just came up.”

user 07 brochacho did not hesitate omg😭😭

user 08 YN STAND ON BUSINESS THAT WAS 7 HRS OF RADIO SILENCES

user 09 damn i’d drop everything for yoonchae too idk about you guys

[ last commenter is so real, like yes! i too would leave everyone to watch wbb with yoonchae ]

꒰ Clip three ꒱ YOUTUBE y/n’s daily shenanigans (feat. shelly)

video opens up with loud clapping coming from off screen before y/n shows herself in front of the camera— her aura giving off douchebag youtuber vibes.

“whats up everyone, it’s your boy y/n back with another banger— oh my god i just got a reality check.” a laugh came from the side, people guessed it was manon.

their guess was correct as manon let out a small wheeze. “oh my god. never do that again, for all our sakes, never do that again.”

y/n gave her a dismissive wave before clearing her throat. “anyway! one of us— me— had a brilliant video idea yesterday, since our come back doesn’t come out until a little later,”

“i thought, why not post some filler to our channel while you guys wait?”

[ i feel like i’m on facetime rn y/n l/n please never change ]

the camera panned to manon who was currently doing her iconic brows as she spoke. “and what video idea did you get?”

“so, like, you know those youtube pranks back in like 2017?” manon paused, giving y/n a look. “you were already conscious in 2017..?”

y/n looked like she was about to swing at the swiss woman before scoffing playfully. “you had to google what sybau meant for an argument, i think me being young should be the least of your worries.” she sassed.

[ manon, were you silent or were you SILENCED?? ]

“anyway, we’re gonna be ignoring yoonchae the entire day.” y/n said to the camera as if it was the most normal sentence ever. “we? who is we?” manon said as she finished doing her brows.

“we as in you and me and everyone else.”

manon was already getting up, putting away her makeup bag and putting her shoes on. “hell no. maybe you can do that because yoonchae doesn’t command you like a military general, but i am staying out of this.”

”NO FUN.” y/n yelled as manon gave her a wave, already out the door. “girl whatever.” y/n said with a scoff and an eye roll.

yoonchae, lara, and sophia were seated in the living room. the curtains were shut and the lights were dimmed down; they were rewatching tangled for the nth time that month.

“eugene should’ve cut her hair less shorter,” lara said, earning a big fat side eye from sophia. “he was dying??” “okay? and he should’ve aimed that glass lower before cutting.” “lara i love you but i will actually swi—”

”hey.” y/n greeted, to which yoonchae was already making moves on forming space next to her. “hi, n/n,” sophia replied, momentarily forgetting her and lara’s small argument.

the camera was perched up just at the entrance of the living room. thank the gods for the fact that there was little to no light or else they would’ve seen it.

y/n, instead of moving to the space yoonchae had ever so graciously made for her, instead chose to sit next to lara— at the other end of the damn couch.

yoonchae and sophia, as if having some sort of maternal telepathy, shared a look then at y/n who was leaning against lara.

“girl whatever.” yoonchae said with a slight huff. probably getting it from y/n.

the clip was put through a time lapse, y/n cuddling into lara’s side as yoonchae ‘sneakily’ snook glances— or what eyekons called— glares at them.

“lara,” the korean said after the better half of the movie. “switch spots with me, sophia keeps hitting my side.” lara gave her a knowing look before replying with a quick “alright.”

y/n looked like she was about to bust out for a moment before quickly plastering on a blank expression. yoonchae took lara’s spot— which she’d argue was supposed to be her spot anyway— curling up into y/n like she was her favorite cushion.

instead of feeling her arm around her shoulder as per usual, yoonchae gave her a confused expression when she just laid still, eyes glued to the tv.

[ MY POOR GIRL IS SO CONFUSED OMG😭 y/n you are the spawn of SATAN. ]

the video cuts to y/n making ramyeon in the kitchen, daniela was sat up on the stool and yoonchae was watching the girl, eyeing her like she’d personally insulted her entire bloodline.

“chip if you keep staring like that you’re gonna burn holes behind y/n’s head.” the latina said as she took another bite of the edible cookie dough they’d bought from walmart.

[ someone take the cookie dough away from her 🥀 my girl is definitely not making it past 30🥀🥀 ]

y/n had set her tripod above the cabinets, as it was away from most of the girl’s reach and it provided good perspective.

“not my fault. someone’s been ignoring me since this morning.” yoonchae said with a slight huff, making daniela snort out a laugh as y/n’s shoulders shook slightly.

her back was turned to the two though anyone could see that she was doing her hardest to stifle down her guffaws.

“y/n, why would you do that to our yoonchae? thats so mean.” daniela mused.

the girl didn’t respond, only turning off the stove before reaching into the cabinets to get two bowls. yoonchae lit up slightly, though she tried to play it off.

after plating— or can i say bowling— the two servings of ramyeon she brought them to the table. yoonchae was about to reach for one when y/n turned to daniela. “dani, i made too much, do you want the other bowl?”

that caught both of them off guard, yoonchae was beginning to sulk slightly as daniela yelled out a ‘yes!’

“what about mee?” the korean said with a small frown, her hand reaching over the table to hold y/n’s to which she only moved it away in response. “it’s shin ramen, hope that’s alright.” y/n said to daniela as yoonchae let out a groan. “stop ignoring me!”

[ MY BABY LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO ERRUPT💔💔 Y/N YOU VILE CREATURE WHEN I SEE YOU IN PUBLIC IT IS ON SIGHTT ]

cut to the end of the day, y/n was in her, manon, and daniela’s shared room. the two had went out for the night, wanting to check out the pop up store near by since they hadn’t been able to do so the hours earlier.

y/n was practicing the acoustic guitar; get you by daniel caesar, the song yoonchae had been playing nonstop whether it be in the car, on the tv, or on her phone.

mid strum, the door burst open, revealing a sulky yoonchae who was wearing one of y/n’s shirts and sweats. “you.” she said, pointing at the girl ever so menacingly.

before y/n could give a response or a lack of one— yoonchae quickly tackled her down onto the bed. thank gods she put the tripod on her bedside table.

”why are you ignoring mee,” yoonchae said, her face buried into y/n’s hoodie. “did i upset you? i’m sorry if i did,” she said quietly, softly almost.

the girl caved, like almost any other normal person would do in y/n’s current predicament. “shelly,” y/n cooed, running her fingers through the girl’s hair.

“you didn’t do anything, i’m sorry, i just wanted to pull a little prank on you.” yoonchae’s eyes snapped open. one could’ve assumed she got whiplash by how fast she sat up.

“that was a prank??” her voice echoed in the empty room. “i thought i did something wrong, oh my god— that’s so mean!”

“i’m sorry it was just too funny to resist!”

“okay bro. whatever bro.”

“DON’T BRO ME?”

[ two😭😭 pomeranians😭 i😭😭😭 love😭 them😭 ]

yoonchae let out a small huff before laying back down next— or onto the girl, her hand bunching up the fabric of y/n’s hoodie. “trust, i will get my lick back.”

y/n snorted out a small laugh at yoonchae’s wording. “where the hell did you learn that?”

“manon and megan taught me.” “of course they did.”

[ MY BABIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH🥹 i feel like a proud parent watching my kid and her school crush on a play date ]

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝘵𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ) 𖹭 no cute gradient for the yt title for this fic because t*mblr wants to be an ASS 🥀🥀

#sereinsreccommendations #katseye

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