#for me pink hearts are platonic and red is like i love u intensely and completely and we're staying together till the end of time

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

girl: sends ❤

me: omg is she like. in love with me or something.

[aajjks]

Tears of Love (JJK)

—> summary: you always underestimated Jungkook’s separation anxiety, and now it almost costed you his life.

Alternatively;

Jungkook can’t stand the thought of you leaving him.

Pairing(s): Yandere!bunny hybrid!jk x Owner Reader, platonic eunwoo x Reader.

—> warnings: angst, lots of crying, REALLY BAD SEPARATION ANXIETY, heavy dependence, jk is a lot dependent on you, obsessive koo, possessive koo,PETTY IS JK’s MIDDLE NAME, accusations, fluff.., fluff fluff and fluff, kookie cries a lot lol, kind of confusing Y/N, hybrid kook, owner Y/N, he calls you Noona a lot, you call him baby a lot, again Jungkook’s love for baby biscuits and strawberries, very cute kookie, aww moments, cute eunwoo, J. A. E. L. O. U. S KOOKIE. He’s very adorable and loveable tho omg.. )^o^( also he acts like a baby most of the time. Eunwoo honestly doesn’t deserve the disrespect smh.. oppsie did I say that out loud? Jungkook loves your lap, I repeat. He loves your lap. And he blushes ALOT LIKE WTF UWU.

Do not ROMANTACISE this behaviour.

WC: 3k

—> Disclaimer: pls keep that in mind that this is purely fictional and there can be some triggering and heavy themes so read that with cautions. Viewer discretion is advised.

—> A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥳🥳♥️♥️ jungkoook!!! Ilysm!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I just need a moment to just say how much I love him... I LOVE HIM SO DAMN MUCH ITS UNHEALTHY!!! He makes my day and I just *clenches chest* he makes my heart beat so loudly. I LOVE HIM OK. ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ and after him,, I love eunwoo the most.. haha so enjoy some eunwoo x you (platonic) action? But Jungkook will eventually ruin that lol, ITS JUNGKOOK DAY TODAY. So only Jungkook in this blog. You can pls scream in my inbox about how much we all love him and how I’ll never marry him.... T_T.. also pls pls share your feedback because I desperately need it. ENJOY!!! Oh and here’s to my birthday month finally starting!!

Love bites;

Masterlist:

Today was the day you met Jungkook, your bunny hybrid. September 1st, the exact date as today. You still remember it like it was yesterday. A smile found its way to your lips as Jungkook laid his head on your lap.

“Noona! I’m awake now. I-I dreamed about you.” He stuttered, pink hue dusting his cheeks. You smiled softly at him as you caressed his face. He purred in your lap.

“Oh? What did you dream about, kookie?” You narrowed your eyes at him when he looked at you, with an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes. “What?” You laughed as you played with his cheeks.

As you waited for his response, your mind wandered off. But Jungkook’s hands gripping your wrist pulled you out of your daydream.

“N-Noona, what are you thinking about? D-Did I do something wrong? Tell me please?” His grip on your hand tightened. His doe eyes were troubled.

An idea crossed your mind. “Jungkook! You did nothing, okay, baby? Here!” You reached out to the nightstand and gave him his biscuits. “Eat these. I have to go now, baby, I already made your breakfast!”

His smile fell upon hearing that. “I-I’ll be back soon! I promise, kook.” He just shook his head and grabbed you tightly. “A-Ah Jungkook.” You whimpered. Sometimes you really forgot how strong he really was. “Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave.” He spoke slowly. His doe eyes were glossy, his nose red.

It had been a year. But Jungkook still had such bad separation anxiety. The way he played with your hair, it was obvious that he was obnoxious but he was trying. He was trying for you.

He valued you so much and you knew that. You valued him too. He was your everything. But you needed to get Jungkook used to your absence.

At first it was so hard. He was intense, his anxiety had got to a point where you feared leaving him alone.

You knew very well that Jungkook didn’t care about himself at all. And that was concerning. Because it had been a year since you brought Jungkook home.

But you still had yet to discover his limits.

You still didn’t know what Jungkook was capable of. But you knew one thing. He could do absolutely anything.

You were sure of that.

As you tried to calm your instincts down, you smiled softly at your bunny. “Baby, I told you I’ll be back in a few hours. I promise, and also, Dongmin is going to be here with you.” He looked at you with his big confused eyes. “My colleague, remember the guy I told you about?” You asked him.

His eyes hardened. “No! I-I want you! Not him! Please Y/N!!! Don’t go!” He purred in your neck, whining.

“Kook, I need to go! I have something very important to take care of.” You replied in a firm yet soft tone. Jungkook was fragile. He just whimpered in your neck.

“A-Are you leaving m-me?” His words came out in a shaky tone. Your neck already was wet with his tears falling on it.

The way he sat in your lap all curled up on you with his one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other hand snaked around your waist really made you want to coo at him. He loved your lap. You often thought about how he even managed to sit on it.

“Baby, I love you? Why would I leave my baby? Don’t you know that I love you? Who’s my baby, hmm?” You laughed when you felt him nuzzling even deeper in your neck, he blushed a lot.

“M-Me. I’m your baby!” He answered back with pride. You just ruffled his hair when another purr came out of his lips.

He changed his position, now burying his head in your chest and gripping your waist with his both hands.

“Kookie, you trust your Noona, right?” You questioned seriously this time. “Yes. I trust you more than anything in this world, Noona. You’re my everything.” He lifted up his head and looked at you, thousands of emotions swimming in his dark orbs.

As you were about to reply, the door bell rang. “Guess, Dongmins here!!” You smiled while Jungkook’s face fell.

Jungkook glared at the attractive male who sat right across him. “U-Umm hi jungkook?! I’m Dongmin! Y/N’s childhood friend!” The nervous male stuttered helplessly. Jungkook didn’t move. His face was hard. His eyes were set deadly at Dongmin. “I’m Jungkook! Y/N’s baby.” He smirked as Dongmin smiled.

“Right! She told me so much about you. She loves you a lot.” He smiled lightly. Jungkook’s eyes lit up but he didn’t reply.

Dongmin just averted his eyes from Jungkook and played with his fingers. “Listen Dongmint, stay away from my Noona. She’s mine.” Jungkook’s ears shaked and his tail started wiggling.

And that meant that he was serious.

Dongmin looked up, his eyes wide. “O-Of course. And please just call me eunwoo.” He nodded. “Besides? I-I love someone else and I’m engaged, Y-Y/N’s knows that. I love my fiancé very much.” He pointed at the ring on his finger.

Jungkook looked at him suspiciously. “What’s her name, then?” He laid back on the couch. “Her names Alina!” Eunwoo replied, love oozing in his voice, Jungkook surprisingly smiled at eunwoo.

Because he was able to relate. He was able to relate with the utter infatuation that surrounded his voice. He loves you like that too.

He loved you so, so much. “O-Okay. So Noona told me that you were her colleague?” His posture was relaxed now. His eyes softened a bit.

Eunwoo smiled. “Yes we are. She’s the general manager and I’m the assistant. I’ve known her all my life. She’s an amazing woman.” Jungkook nodded. His eyes shone with pride and unconditional love.

“So tell me, eunwoo.” Jungkook crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. The rooms environment shifting to a serious temperature,

“Do you like Ironman?” He rubbed the back of his neck and eunwoo laughed out loud.

“Y/N was definitely right, you are the cutest being ever!” And Jungkook blushed like his life depended on it.

It had been four hours. And seeing Jungkook like this was starting to worry eunwoo. “Jungkook, please calm down. She’ll be back soon! I promise!” Eunwoo was trying his best. But Jungkook was starting to scare him.

“N-No I-I need Y/N.. I-I want her back! W-Where is s-she? S-She left me?” unshed tears glossed his eyes. Jungkook felt like his head would explode if he thought anything now.

His heartbeat was rapid and he felt sick to his stomach. Just the mere thought of you leaving him made him want to destroy everything.

“N-Noona! Please come back! I-I miss you! I-I can’t live without you. I-I know you can live without me but I-I can’t! Please!”

Jungkook sobbed loudly now. He cried and cried. His desperate sobs echoed through the lounge and eunwoo tried to comfort him.

Because you trusted him with Jungkook. And eunwoo felt so bad because he couldn’t tell Jungkook the truth.

He really couldn’t. Not without your permission. But why didn’t you want Jungkook to know?

And seeing Jungkook’s dependence on you really unsettled him. “Jungkook please stop crying. Y/N would kill me if she saw you like this.” Eunwoo tried to knock some sense into Jungkook but Jungkook wasn’t even trying.

“N-Noona left me. N-Noona promised that s-she’ll never leave me. I-I can’t breathe anymore. I-I feel l-like I-I’m dying.” Jungkook stopped crying. His tail wiggled and he fainted.

“Jungkook! I’m home!” A soft voice called out. And eunwoo’s eyes widened. He tried to pick up Jungkook before you saw him.

You finally came home.

“No. For the last time I’m not going to give my hybrid away. Please stop troubling me now. He legally belongs to me. I have all of the documents too.” You sighed as you sat across the table.

The old business man looked at you, clearly dissatisfaction written on his face. You felt so much anger. These people had been annoying you for the past six months. “Miss L/N, we are offering you even a blank check. Please. We need that rabbit. You don’t understand.” He spoke in a serious tone and you didn’t reply.

You stood up “now I’ll take my leave. If you trouble or threat me again then I’ll see you in court. He’s mine.” You warned the old man who looked scared. Completely ignoring his sentence.

“Yo-Your decision will make you regret things.” He tried to speak loudly but too bad you already left.

“Fuck fuck fuck! We just lost billions! Fuck” the old man cursed his fate.

While, you walked through the roads. You felt so distressed. How could people treat hybrids like this?

It broke your heart in pieces. People still treated hybrids like shit. Now, you could really understand Jungkook’s trauma. Why he was so attached to you.

Why he feared you leaving him so much.

Tears were ready to fall from your eyes but you didn’t want to cry. You just wanted to go home and take care of your hybrid. Your precious angel.

As you finally sat on the subway, a thought crossed your mind. “Oh shit. Eunwoo and Jungkook!” You rubbed your temples when you took out your phone from the purse.

Horror was the look on your face. “Shit!” You cursed at your dead phone. Were you really that careless? You knew Jungkook could be a handful to others. Poor eunwoo honestly.

“We would like to announce that the subway train will be an hour late due to mechanical problems. We hope you understand, we would like to apologise for the inconvenience.” Your eyes widened.

You were doomed. You quickly looked at the shopper in your hands.

You really hoped that the cake wouldn’t melt.

“N-Noona please come back!! I-I’ll be a good boy. I-I promise!” Jungkook spoke in his slumber. Eunwoo sat in the chair with the bed. “Poor you, what happened to you?” He exclaimed as he checked his temperature.

“Fuck, he’s burning.” He muttered to himself. “Kook! I’m home? Dongmin!!” You called out again. “Y/N up here!” Eunwoo replied with a slightly loud tone.

“N-Noona!~” Jungkook called out for you, again. “I’m here!” You replied with a smile in your face as you entered the room, but soon your smile faltered as you looked at the scene infront of you.

“What happened to him, Dongmin?” You cried as you walked closer to the bed.

“Y-Y/N thank the Lord you’re back. He had a panic attack, you didn’t come home and he panicked. He fell unconscious.” Eunwoo explained. “Please calm down. He’s okay! He said things like you left him or something like that.” You sat on the bed closer to Jungkook.

“Oh my God, I’m such a bad person, Min. I left him alone. And you had to take care of him all alone. I-I’m so sorry? Ah my precious angel. He must’ve thought I left him.” You sobbed quietly as you caressed his forehead.

You looked at Jungkook with guilt in your eyes. “I-I should’ve known. He has bad separation anxiety, how could I?” You sobbed and Eunwoo just watched you, quietly observing.

“Y/N why don’t you tell him about those people? Don’t you think he deserves to know?” He questioned you in a serious tone. Eunwoo was right. Jungkook needed to know about those shelter people.

But deep down you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t take that well. He had bad trauma. It would trigger him even more.

You were ready to tell him but you knew that Jungkook wasn’t ready.

“Dongmin, I know Jungkook. He won’t take it well. He would think that he’s going to be taken away from me. How can I? He considers me his safe space. And I’ll always protect my precious angel.”

Eunwoo smiled lightly and nodded. “Y/N, you know he loves you a lot. Like a lot. The look in his eyes whenever I mentioned you was the same look in my eyes whenever I’m with my fiancé.” He crossed his arms, standing on the door.

You smiled softly. “I don’t know, Min. He’s so lovely. He loves people with all his being and I don’t deserve his love, he’s too pure.” You caressed Jungkook’s cheek.

Eunwoo was about to argue when his phone rang, “it’s her?” You laughed and he blushed, nodding. You looked away to Jungkook and wiped your already dry cheeks.

“Baby wake up now. I’m here. Noona is here with you.” You whispered to him, squeezing his hand tightly. He really loved you so much.

Why? You couldn’t understand. He was mysterious in his own way. Ever since Jungkook came into your life, your life felt more like life,

He was a bliss. You were so used to him now. You had given so attached to him. He was a bundle of joy for you.

And you couldn’t ever abandon him, he was like a bright star in your dark life. You wouldn’t sell him away, ever. Because money couldn’t buy a precious being like your Jungkook.

“Ah, Y/N?” Eunwoo interrupted your thoughts. “Listen, I gotta go. Alina called, my little brother got injured. I’d have to go now. I’m sorry. Please tell how the meeting went!!” He apologised. He looked tense. “Oh no problem, I will! Min. Please go. I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Jungkook for me. Really I owe you.” You smiled.

He just chucked, “it was so much fun for me. He’s adorable. No worries! Bye!” He waved from the door and left.

“N-Noona- don’t le-leave me!” Jungkook choked out and you immediately squeezed his hand again. “Baby Noona is here by your side, wake up now, Noona missed you.” You replied to him softly as you changed the warm cloth in his head.

“N-Noona?” He tried to open his eyes. “Y-You didn’t leave? Oh my God!!!” He sat up and hugged you, catching you off guard.

“Baby of course I wouldn’t leave. I promised you.” You rubbed his back when a heartbreaking sob vibrated from his chest. “N-Noona!~” he sobbed loudly in your lap. His face was buried in your neck and he cried desperately. “Baby don’t cry please, Noona is Sorry. Please forgive Noona?” You pressed a kiss on his hair.

He grabbed your body tightly as if you’d disappear if he let go. He squeezed you tightly against his own body. “You-You don’t love me anymore!” He cried again.

Your eyes widened at the accusation, “no baby, that’s not true. I love you! I really do!” You defended yourself. He just buried his head deeper in your neck.

“Jungkook please I’m so sorry for leaving you, I-I had gone out for a surprise for you.” You explained to him. It was true.

You had to take care of the matter so Jungkook wouldn’t have to suffer again, those people were bad for him.

“I-I felt like someone was choking me. I-It felt like hell without you. I-I missed you so so much Noona! I-I really thought you left me.” His tone was wavy and his voice was rough.

“Baby look at me.” You broke the hug and left his jaw up. His hair was messy and his ears were down. You used the other hand to scratch his ears. “Baby. I-I know. I should’ve known. But Dongmin told me everything. You were such a good boy with him. You made your Noona so proud of you.” You smiled at him and he blushed.

“R-Really?” His sparkly big doe eyes stared at you with hope. “Yes, kook.” You answered back and hugged him again.

He sighed heavily against your neck and closed his eyes. His hands still gripped you tightly.

He was too cute for you.

“Baby, happy birthday! I love you.” You whispered in his ear and he shivered. “M-My birthday? Noona what is a birthday?He questioned, looking at you confusingly.

You laughed and ruffled his hair. “Don’t you remember, kook? We met today, on the exact same day last year?” “And birthdays is the day where we celebrate our existence. Today we are going to celebrate yours!” You explained. “O-Oh! So it means it’s your birthday too, Noona!” He concluded seriously.

You chuckled at him, “no baby it’s not my birthday. I don’t know when you were born so we are going to celebrate your birthday every year on this day because I found you today!” You pressed a kiss on his puffy cheeks.

“Can you do that again? But this time on my lips, Noona?” He asked, no emotion present on his face.

You blushed and laughed loudly. “My bunny is getting so naughty. Come on don’t you want cake? I brought your favourite!” You stood up and he followed behind you.

“Noona?” He called. You hmmed. “This is the best birthday ever!” He giggles while looking at the large strawberry cake.

You just smiled in adoration.

Jungkook hugged you from behind and you smiled. “Thank you so much for not leaving me, Noona. I love you so much.” He breathed.

His heartbeat could be heard loudly. You just giggled. “Noona?” He asked again. You just nodded, signalling him to go on. “That dongmint friend of yours was pretty okay. But hey, y-you love me more right?”

You chuckled. “Baby it’s not dongmint, it’s Dongmin. And of course! I love you the most, my bunny.”

He buried his head in the nap of your neck. “I-I love you the most, Noona. More than those delicious biscuits.” And you just laughed again.

The whole house was filled with his and your giggles echoing throughout it.

[dolliedarlin]

⏤l o v e s t r u c k 

s u m m a r y : you have a quirk called 'animate' and it's very emotions-based, meaning that if you feel a very strong emotion, you're able to animate things and however strong that emotion is, the stronger it is the things you animate. Also, the pupil of your eyes can change shape or colour in accordance - red for anger and blue for saddness. In battle this is useful for animating weapons and such, however, when you fall in love...it's usefulness isn't always straightforward.

a / n : this is my first time writing for bnha characters so i'm really sorry for any inaccuracies in personalities. also, i, unfortunately, have only been able to think of this imgaine concerning bakugou and todoroki. even so, please enjoy the read!

w a r n i n g s : profanity by the obvious culprit

k a t s u k i  b a k u g o u  

❥ it happened when you saw his passion and drive during practice...

❥ You always held a deep admiration for people who knew what they wanted and fought for it no matter what. Those were your parents, pro heroes who fought for the greater good as well as each other, and you, so you wanted to be like them and make them proud.

❥ Not only that but you were also a fanatic about LOVE.

❥ Your parents may have only had you as their only child but the insurmountable amount of love they had for each other would give birth to over a hundred children.

❥ You wouldn't have minded having younger siblings but you knew that your parents, being pro heroes themselves, were already risking too much with having their relationship public as well as their status as parents.

❥ By hearing them always gushing over how wonderful it feels to be in love and to be loved back as well as seeing how they act around each other - still a pair of love-struck teenagers in love - you were eager to meet the love of your life and fight for him

❥ During training or instances when you have to fight, it's that want to love and be loved that also fuels the power behind your animations. This power has only strengthened the instant you found the person you were destined to stand with forever.

❥ Bakugou Katsuki.

❥ The moment you took the time to look at him, really look at him and understand who he was was during tests and hero training.

❥ He's a skilled fighter with passion and drive. Admittedly, he's as explosive as his quirk and as rude as rude can get but you saw through that every time his eyes narrowed into a focused stare whenever he was fighting or studying.

❥ It really shows through how passionate he is about becoming the number one hero and you found yourself falling hard for him every time you saw the fire behind his eyes.

❥ It was just so attractive; your little heart couldn't take it!

❥ The time you really fell for him was during the final exams.  Yes, he was stubborn but only because he was so determined. Yes, it was a struggle and they almost lost all home but he never gave up. He was the perfect one for you.

❥ Although you were worried and scared for them at the time, your heart skipped many beats and you soon found those hearts being animated around you as you watched on, worried but falling deeply in love.

❥ You know very well that he can protect himself but your love for him encouraged you to protect him at all costs, especially when you saw him in such a vulnerable state. He was never like that so you swore to yourself that you had to get stronger so that he'd never have to be in such a state again.

❥ Not only that but you had to get stronger for yourself as well as Bakugou.

❥ You wanted to protect him but also be worthy enough to stand by his side.

❥ It became easier to train after having fallen for Katsuki, actually. Now that you had someone in mind to push you forward, someone to visualise being by your side through tough times the way he would be there for you as well, only helped you grow stronger and stronger.

❥ Over time, it became obvious to everyone, even Bakugou how deeply in love you were with him. Not a day goes by without you losing your focus during class only to stare at your ash-blonde classmate with animated hearts floating around your head and hearts in your eyes.

❥ Because of that, you found your grades slipping and even though you asked super nicely, even offering a shoulder massage, Bakugou refused to tutor you.

❥ "Now get out of my way heart eyes!" he snapped at you as he shoved you to the side

❥ "But darling~" you whined, "how can I ever hope to become the perfect wife for you if I don't have a good enough education?"

❥ "HEY! Who said I would ever be marrying you?! And Stop Calling Me That!"

❥ "Oh! Would you prefer 'honey', instead? Or 'sweetheart'? Or 'love of my life'?" by now he was a blushing mess but he still had a snarl on his face. The pink in his cheeks was a win for you though so even if he continued to refuse, you wouldn't mind.

❥ "I don't prefer any of those shit names! Now Leave Me Alone!"

❥ "Fine," you grumble with a whimper and he almost felt guilty at the sad look that crossed your delicate features, "I'll just ask Midoriya-kun for help instead-"

❥ "My room! Bring your shit! 6 pm! Don't be late!"

❥ "Oh Darling~ I knew you wouldn't say no to me~"

❥ It was amusing really, to everyone except you and Bakugou, to see your interactions with each other. You were too in love to notice anyone's teasing whilst Bakugou kept being pushed over the edge by his supposed 'friends'.

❥ "Friends my ass," he grumbled as they whispered behind him about how hilarious it was to watch you pinning for him.

❥ It wasn't funny! It was serious! You were serious about him and he knows it, you said it yourself.

❥ "Stop overdoing it dumbass," he glares down at your exhausted, panting form. It seems as though you were doing extra training atop his tutoring sessions.

❥ "but..." you looked up at him with a tired smile, "I can't be the perfect wife until I'm strong enough to stand beside you..."

❥ He didn't know what to say except for, "I'd rather have a wife that can cook and have good grades at school than a dead one from fatigue," he helps you up and takes you back to the dorms. He didn't know why the hell he said that but you didn't say anything so he assumed you just didn't hear him in your worn state.

❥ After that day, however, you insisted on cooking every day and finally got your grades up. You almost beat him in scores, actually. It was surprising but it proved how serious you were about your love for him. He almost became soft for you.

❥ "Stop doing so much heart eyes," he growled as he saw you making breakfast in the early morning.

❥ "But I need to become a good wife for you, Darling~" you chirped happily as you poured him some apple juice, "and to do that I have to be a good cook - just like you said!"

❥ "Tch! How are you so sure you'll stay interested? You'll find someone else eventually," Bakugou always saying nonsense thoughtlessly whenever he was around you and it was beginning to get on his nerves. He didn't care about this shit, so why in the hell was he saying it to you?

❥ "Nonsense," you huffed adorably, hands on your waist as you turned to him with a frown after lowering the heat on your heart-shaped cinnamon pancakes, "you're the love of my life, there's no one else on this earth that I would ever want except you Katsuki," you flashed him a close-eyed smile, "You're my one and only, Darling~"

❥ He begins to shout out of habit before turning away so you don't see his blush, "Shut up with that bullshit! Your dumb pancakes are gonna burn!" you didn't see his face did you?

❥  In your perspective, you still had a long way to go before you could ever reach Bakugou's standards and finally stand by his side when in actuality you had unknowingly made him want to stand beside you by just being yourself.

s h o t o  t o d o r o k i

❥ it happened when you saw him smiling for the first time...

❥ The moment you first met Todoroki, you were determined to make him your friend.

❥ No matter how many times he had pushed you away, you were never deterred, in fact, it only fueled your determination in befriending him.

❥ It hurt you to see someone so closed off and without a clue as to how amazing it felt to feel loved and return that love, whether it be romantic or platonic.

❥ You wanted Todoroki to feel that beautiful feeling as well.

❥ All your life, you always had a very loving home with many younger siblings that you adore taking care of. Despite the occasional tantrums that they would act out, they were still the sweetest kids in your eyes and you would do anything for them

❥ Obviously, growing up in such a warm environment made you a very compassionate and empathetic person, even your quirk stemmed off of that which proved to be an advantage in your journey to becoming a hero

❥ The more emotional you were - regardless of if you were extremely happy or angry - that became your source of power in battles, meaning that the things you animated became all the more powerful on the field. The more you wanted to save someone from evil, the stronger you were.

❥ That was the obvious advantage but...that wasn't the case for when you wanted to be subtle about feeling intense emotions like...

❥ falling in love

❥ You didn't expect it with Todoroki, however.

❥ At the end of the day, he was your dear friend through and through. It took a lot of hard work and persistence for him to finally put his trust in you and return your friendship

❥ You didn't want to sabotage all that hard work. He was just beginning to reciprocate your friendly gestures, gestures that you would almost cry over each time because it felt like such a big step for him.

❥ It made you feel such pride when you saw him lose the cold look in his eyes and finally relax when talking with others and engaging in friendly activities

❥ Admittedly, Todoroki was still blunt and clueless to some things but he had all the time in the world to work on that. Having already taken the first step himself, the momentum for his exploration in emotions and opening up to others had begun and you're sure everything will just fall into place after that.

❥ Of course, he still needed some assistance so you had been helping him understand certain emotions and why people would feel a certain way under different circumstances.

❥ It was honestly the cutest thing and you were beyond happy to help satiate his curious mind on various topics he never had a straight answer for.

❥ EXCEPT for studies...he was better than you in that regard most definitely- yep! He's the one that needs to help you if that were the case.

❥ "I don't understand how you could get such a simple question wrong, (Y/N)..." he mused, genuinely dumbfounded at how horribly you failed at answering the practice question.

❥ "Please just help me, Todoroki-kun," you whined, flushing in shame at how horrible you were at English.

❥ "I apologise," he gives a soft bow of his head as you smile and wave off his apology before... "but I really am curious, even a little bit concerned for you,"

❥ "Just help me!"

❥ Not only did you need help in studies, you needed help with hero training. So you trained together. The two of you were dedicated students and always provided great input on ways of improving technique and approaches towards attacks. You made a perfect oblivious pair.

❥ The time your feelings decided to show was when the two of you had just finished sparing and it had been your turn to pay for an icy treat as a reward for such hard work. After making a short stop at the convenience store, you were now on your way back to the dorms happily chatting with ice creams in hand.

❥ "Is it weird to want to become closer to someone..." Todoroki stares at his icicle curiously, "someone that's close to you and is always there for you?" he feels a warmth in his cheeks that he's always having to suppress around you, it was never easy but he always succeeded.

❥ All he had to do was just think about you being in danger and being unable to help. That set his flustered state back to normal right away despite the sinking feeling he felt in his heart.

❥ "It's normal to feel that way," you assure, taking another taste of your ice cream, "there's no shame in that and it's definitely not weird,"

❥ "Oh," you flash him another reassuring glance as his lips tug up into a soft smile, "I'm glad,"

❥ That was when it happened.

❥ The setting sun had framed his smiling figure with a soft glow and you were instantly the victim of his content disposition. You knew he was handsome but...he looked all the more ethereal when he was smiling - smiling in the sunlight.

❥ The glow made his hair look like freshly fallen snow beside polished rubies as his eyes, one grey and one a paralysing blue captured the twinkling essence of the sunshine perfectly. His chiseled jaw cast a shadow across his neck, further defining his proportioned features as his angular nose gave him the desired picture-perfect side profile.

❥ If he didn't resemble the embodiment of perfection then and there, you don't know what did.

❥ As you stood dumbfounded, Todoroki had turned around, having walked several steps ahead of you and was stunned into his own silence.

❥ There you stood, a meter or so behind him with animated red hearts floating around your head, your stare was fixed solely on him as you let your coned ice cream gradually melt under the heated gaze of the sun; it's stickiness attempting to glue your fingers together.

❥ This wasn't the first time he had seen your animate quirk illustrate your emotions. He remembers you explaining that whenever you felt a strong emotion, whether it be happy or sad, you would lose control of your quirk and it would animate whatever it was that you were feeling.

❥ One time, you had ranked really low on an English test and a raincloud animated itself above you before it proceeded to soak you in rain. That day he had let you borrow his blazer to avoid Mineta's perverted staring and offered his tutelage on the subject.

❥ This is new. He wonders what strong emotion you were feeling. Hearts...what did hearts represent? Love...right?

❥ He looks around before his eyes landed on your icecream. Did you love your ice cream so much that you didn't want to eat it and just let it melt in your hand? He frowns. No, that can't be it.

❥ Could it be him?

❥ "(Y/N)..."

❥ if only he smiled more...-no!

❥"(Y/N)?"

❥ That would mean more people would see his soft handsome features and you can't have that! You are the first person he showed that side of himself to so you should be the only one allowed to ever witness it again-right? Or is that too selfish-?

❥ "(Y/N)?!" thankfully, Todoroki was able to successfully snap you out of your daze.

❥ "O-Oh! Sorry Todoroki-kun," you blushed in apology, looking to the side in embarrassment, only to squeal in shock horror when you notice the hearts floating around you. Shouting nonsense in between constant 'I'm sorry's, you waved the hearts away, "I-I'm really truly s-sor-"

❥ If it weren't for Todoroki taking your free hand in his own and tugging you back along the way to the dorms once more, you would have uttered your hundredth apology but, instead, you were left a stuttering and blushing mess, your animated hearts making their comeback floating around your head.

❥ As soon as you're right next to him, he lets go of your hand and pulls you closer by the waist. By now the hearts have begun to float around him and, although you were embarrassed beyond belief with your gaze fixed to the floor, Todoroki smiled even wider before leaning down to gently kiss your temple

❥ "Now, I know you weren't lying to me," this caught your attention albeit you were still a flustered mess of a person, "this feeling is so normal the other person feels the same way too, right?"

❥ You didn't know how to respond to that. Smile or faint from too much blood rushing to your head?

❥ How about both?

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La Saint- Valentin (drabble) MLB Adrien x Marinette

Hi Y’all! I wrote this after Valentines day and after  I binged watch the new season of MLB, I decided to come up with a one shot. Maybe series? Not quite sure yet but we’ll see. Enjoy! :)

La Saint-Valentin is up and coming. Alya is pestering Marinette non-stop about confessing to Adrien on La Saint-Valentin. Finally, she gathers the courage to tell him….but...is someone else confessing as well?

“Alya…”

“No excuses! It’s been a whole year, girl. Just woman up and tell him! I don’t know how many more times Nino and I can set up meetings for you two to spend time together.”

“I know but–” Marinette tried to explain.

“And no buts! Just this once it would be so amazing to go on a double date with my best friend, instead of those ‘playdates’ that Nino and I always have to arrange.”

Marinette lowered her head in shame. Alya sighed in realization and placed an arm on Marinette's shoulders in comfort.

“I’m not saying that I’m tired of arranging them for you. If I can bring you and Adrien closer together than I’m all for it. I’m only saying I wish we could be celebrating together. You know?

Marinette nodded. “I get it Alya. No need to worry.” She let out a sigh. “Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll do it for you.”

Alya let out a cheerful cry. “Woohoo! That’s my girl.”

Inhaling a breath to calm her already tense nerves, Marinette picked up the Valentine’s card and signed her name. It was a neat box, made of the iconic Valentine’s Day colors of pink and red and labeled with the Dupein Chang’s bakery logo. Inside the box contained a poem on the lid and 12 personally decorated macarons. Marinette specially decorated the entire box for the captor of her heart. 

“Alya,” Marinette turned to her with the box in hand. “What if he...what if he doesn’t get it? Just like last time...Dark Cupid showed up and well, things got complicated.”

In all honesty, Alya didn’t know what could happen. Akumas were popping of all over Paris, of course, Lady Bug and Chat Noir were always there to save the day. Although, it seemed that the akumas were getting harder and harder to defeat. Nevertheless, being Marinette’s best friend, Alya assured it would all be fine. 

“Don’t even think about it. You’re gonna be fine.”

Mustering all the courage she had, Marinette approached the park. There he was, with all of their friends, sitting on a red and white checkered blanket. Alya walked up behind her and patted her shoulder, offering an encouraging wink. She then proceeded to sit next to Nino, who sat next to Adrien. 

I...can do this…

Marinette plastered a cheerful smile on her face and walked to the chattering group of friends. She cleared her throat, causing all the others to draw their attention to her. 

“U-um. Adrien? Can I speak to you?” A bashful pink tint dusted her pale face. 

The girls in the group widened their eyes in shock. Marinetter looked up from her feet, to see everyone staring at her, including Adrien.

“Oh I’m sorry Marinette. Adrien can’t join you right now, we’re in the middle of a very intense conversation of how tiring being on a set can be. I was once hand picked off the street for a commercial in Bollywood you know.”

  It was time for Marinette’s eyes to widen at the girl sitting next to Adrien. “Oh, Lila? What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you know? I just returned from my trip and my dear friend Adrien here invited me to this lovely Valentine’s picnic. It was so nice of you to plan this,” She paused, narrowing her eyes and smiling just sickly sweet enough for Marinette to notice, “Marinette.”

Marinette opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Lila. 

“As I said. Adrien is busy talking to me, but maybe you two can speak another time.” Only to fuel Marinette’s anger more, Lila smiled and placed a hand on top of Adrien’s, to which he quirked a brow. Marinette looked to Adrien, searching if he would have a say against Lila’s horrid acting. 

With an almost pleading look Marinette searched Adrien’s face for any sign of recognition. He was the only other person who fully believed Lila was a total liar. If anyone could see through the second rate, histrionic actress it would be him. Marinette let her eyes linger merely a second more before concluding their conversation. “Oh. Alright, talk to you later Adrien.”

Seeing Marinette’s hopeful look turn to disappointment, Adrien moved his hand away from Lila’s. 

“Um, actually Lila, we can continue this conversation later. Marinette wouldn’t interrupt unless there was something important to discuss.” He offered her a small smile. “What were you saying Marinette?”

“Uh, uh, right. Can we speak somewhere private?” Marinette stammered.

“Sure.” He smiled. 

As Marinette and Adrien walked to the far side of the park Lila glared. She stood up, gaining the attention from the class, and excused herself from the picnic, making up some shallow excuse that she had a meeting with someone very important.

Once they were at the nearest treeline of the park and out of earshot of everyone else Adrien stopped to sit on a bench. He patted the spot next to him, gesturing Marinette to sit. Marinette starred, and smiled with a blush. She joined him on the bench as well.

“What was it you had to tell me?”

Taking in another shaky breath Marinette braced herself. She looked up into his eyes. His wonderful perfectly green eyes. Was there anything more beautiful than the pear colored spheres that faded to a saturated chartreuse? Sitting right under the gorgeously colored field of blonde tresses that shaped his perfect model structured face. Oh well of course, he’s a model. 

No wonder he’s a model. He’s gorgeous. Oh...oh my. We’re so close. I….I don’t think we have ever been this close before. Oh...his...lips. They’re right there. 

Marrinette’s eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips. Perfectly shaped, apricot shaded lips. If she was allowed, Marinette could stare at them forever, but of course that would be rude. Wait. How long had she been staring? Her eyes darted to his perfect peridot eyes. 

“Uh, Marinette? You’re staring. Is everything okay?”

“What? Staring? At you? Aha! Why would I stare at you? Wait not well of course I would stare at you. You’re gorgeous! Uh, I mean! You’re funny! Yeah...ehe...um.” Inwardly she was not only cringing at the catastrophic monologue she delivered but wished she could disappear for it as well. Adrien only smiled at her and chuckled. “You’re the funny one Marinette. Anyway you wanted to tell me something?”

“O-oh. Right. Well, you see. Adrien,” She paused and looked at the space between them. “I know that when we first met, I was very very rude to you. I,” She paused with a look of resignation. “I still remember the day we first met actually. It was raining and you offered me your umbrella. Up until that point, I thought you were some stuck up rich kid that only wanted to be friends with Chloe.” A small smile formed at her face at the fond memory. 

Adrien laughed and shook his head. “I remember that. You thought that I put the gum on your seat, when in reality I was just trying to take it off. I’m a good guy you know.” He winked. 

“U-uh.” Marinette was frozen. Her heart sped up and she could hear it in her ears. “Y-yeah. Well, anyway. Since that day our friendship has grown into something,” She paused, not quite sure how to explain it. Ever since that day, Adrien was someone she could talk to. Someone she could trust with any problem that she had. Well, that was only true when she talked to him as Adrien, her friend and not Adrien, her crush. Nonetheless, Adrien became someone near and dear to her heart, in more ways than one. There were so many moments between them that it seemed like he felt the same thing as Marinette. Maybe, he did?

“Amazing?” Adrien finished for her.

With a soft smile and a nod of her head Marinette agreed. “This friendship. I’m so glad that we have it. Um, Adrien. I guess what I’m trying to say is. I cherish our friendship so much and–”

“I cherish our friendship too Marinette! I’m honestly so lucky to have a friend like you. You know, everyone says that when a girl and a guy become friends, there’s always a romantic feeling between the two. Well I’ll tell you what. There is no other girl in this world that I rather share such strong a platonic love for. There’s no better way to express how much you love someone than on La Saint-Valentin, so with that said, I love you Marinette” The poor girl’s heart stopped and shattered to pieces. “You’re one of my best friends.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. One of his….best friends? Of course. There was no way Adrien, THE Adrien Agreste could see her, Marinette duPain Cheng as anything else other than a friend. She looked to the ground, in an attempt to mask the tears beginning to prick her eyes. “I just wanted you to know Adrien. In honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m glad to have you as my friend. I just wanted to pull you aside and let you know. I never take you for granted. You, Alya, and Nino mean the world to me.” She forced a smile and squeezed his hand. 

In shock at the sudden touch of affection Adrien’s eyes widened. He glanced at the hand Marinette was still holding. A small smile found its way to his face. Suddenly, he engulfed Marinette in a hug. To her surprise, she hugged him back as well. In all honesty, Marinette would rather have been hugging Adrien as her friend, who loved her platonically, than as Adrien, her crush, who she might have jeopardized a relationship with if she confessed her true feelings. Maybe, things were better off like this….

Assured that her heart would explode if she continued to hug the boy, Marinette pulled away. “This is for you.” She somehow remembered that there was a box of personally made macarons sitting behind her. Bringing it forward she delicately placed them in his hands. “To remind you how much you mean to me.” Stunned in awe at the delicious treats in front him, Adrien nearly forgot his manners. “I-I. Thank you Marinette!”

With a tight lipped smile she replied, “Mmhmm. Oh and, don’t open them until you get home. They’re just for you.”

“O-of course. Thank you Marinette.” He took the box and offered her an appreciative smile. Adrien stood up with the box in one hand, then with his other held it out for Marinette to take. 

Marinette stared at his open palm, facing her. She reached out to take it, but hesitated. “Actually, I wanted to address Nino and Alya in private as well. On your way back, could you tell Alya to meet me here? I want to let her know how much I appreciate her too.” 

Adrien beamed at Marinette, box of macarons in hand. “I will!”

Watching the love her life walk away, taking with him her confidence and confession, will forever be embedded into Marinette’s mind for the rest of her life. Why was love so complicated? Why did she decide today was the day her heart would be locked up forever?

Intently staring into the distance Marinette didn’t notice Alya sitting next to her until she touched her arm and spoke. “Hey, what happened? Adrien came back super happy and said you wanted to talk to me.”

Marinette looked Alya with the saddest, tear filled, blue bell eyes. Alya only needed one look at her best friend’s glum face to tell things did not go according to plan. “Oh girl what happened?”

As soon as Alya’s arms wrapped around Marinette, the poor girl broke. “Oh Alya! I..he..Adrien.” She could barely choke out words between her muffled sobs. “He…..said he loved me.”

Suddenly Alya held her at arms length and stared her down. “Okay what?”

Marinette held back a sob and explained everything, from the moment they sat down to the moment Adrien’s face lit up with the biggest smile at the sight of the specially made box. After hearing the totally failed, and entirely misunderstood, confession Alya hugged Marinette again. “I’m sorry girl. Well, at least you heard him say ‘I love you’.” Alya stifled a chuckle.

Marinette let out a breathy laugh. “Is that supposed to help me feel better Alya?”

Her best friend chuckled. “A little?”

Marinette laughed. “Okay well it kinda didn’t.”

Their nearly tender moment was ruined by a scream. Both girls sat up and looked at the picnic blanket where all their friends resided. Lila came running into the park, an akuma in tow. 

Adrien and Nino came running towards the girls. Nino grabbed Alya’s hand and pulled her off the bench, Adrien doing the same with Marinette. 

“C’mon! Let’s go!” Nino exclaimed.

“Oh no way! Ladybug is going to show up. We gotta follow the akuma!” Alya then took a sharp turn and dragged Nino with her.

“Oh come on!” Nino exclaimed.

Marinette’s stare went down her arm to her hand, that was being held by Adrien’s. Her gaze followed up his arm to his face. Oh his delicate face. His eyebrows wear so tightly knit together. He was so focused. As if his only goal was to keep her out of harm’s way. His fingers were intertwined with hers. His grip was taut, and there was no intent of letting her go. If Marinette hadn’t gotten her heart broken in the most friendzone way possible, she might have enjoyed this. Also, if there wasn’t an akuma running around terrorizing the city she might have relished in this moment. If Marinette were not Ladybug, she might have allowed Adrien to whisk her off to some unknown destination away from the akuma, but alas she was still Ladybug and she still had a city to protect. Had Adrien not abruptly stopped and tugged them into an alleyway, Marinette would have been lost in thought. 

Adrien abruptly grasped her shoulders and in a stern voice she had never heard before he spoke. “Marinette. Stay here. I’ll make sure the others got to safety.” He began to run out of the alley.

Blinking out her haze she asked, “What about you?”

Turning to her he replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. I’ll find you after! Stay out of sight!”

With that, and a confident smile, he left. The desiderium Marinette felt was quickly replaced with determination and focus. “Tikki!” She opened her bag.

The little red kwami popped out of the handbag and looked up at Marinette. “We gotta help Paris. Tikki, spots on!”

also I’m sorry if there are typos D:

[gotatext]

by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times.... 

「 diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day. 

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming….. 

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps.  i hate her 

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. 

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way.  little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! 

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

 girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? 

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. 

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

 ppl who she runs track with. 

someone she’s trying to make a zine with. 

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

[gukyi]

tripping over ourselves | jsw

⇒ summary: jeong sewoon is your best friend. he also happens to be a vampire. you’re no expert with vampires, but there must be something about his immortality that keeps drawing you to him. no way is it just his cute personality on its own.

⇒ vampire!au, friends to lovers!au

⇒ pairing: jeong sewoon x reader

⇒ word count: 4k

⇒ warnings: blood mention (it’s a vampire au, i don’t know what else you were expecting)

⇒ a/n: happy birthday to the baddest bitch i know, @sihyun !!!! i love u so much and i wanted to do something special for ur birthday, so here this monstrosity is!!!!! i could make this authors note like 4k long if i wanted to bc i love u so much. on a side note, me writing for a pd101 boy is kind of a one time thing. soz.

There’s a lifeless, colorless bird on your windowsill, and it’s the first thing you notice when you step inside your shared apartment. The poor thing’s had the life drained right out of it; decaying, rotting scent wafting through the room. It almost looks peaceful, really, collapsed on its side like it just conked out after a very long flight, feathers fluttering softly in the breeze that runs through the flat.

Well, at least Sewoon had the decency to open the window to get the smell out.

Dead animals are a surprisingly common occurrence in whatever fucked-up household you live in, though you made the executive decision a while ago to restrict the animals that Sewoon treks in to just birds of flight. No penguins, tragically, and also no rodents. Dead birds are a little less gross than dead rats. You see enough of those already whenever you walk down the sidewalk of the city center.

You sigh, seeing this as only a minor inconvenience at best, and drop your backpack to your feet, letting it hit the wall beside it. Once that damn heavy thing is off of your shoulders, you make a beeline for his room, storming towards it and trying not to pay too much attention to the lifeless creature on the windowsill. The less you worry about it, the better. If you spent your entire life stressing over the fact that sometimes Sewoon has to kill birds to live, then you’d never get anything done.

“Sewoon?” You ask, a little peeved, not even bothering to knock on his closed door and instead just barging inside. “I thought we discussed—”

Sewoon looks up like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as the light from the hallway illuminates a bit of his figure. His room is pitch black otherwise, every part of it hidden in the shadows, including himself. His eyes are a blazing shade of red, a stark signal that he’s just fed. In a little, they’ll fade back to a casual mahogany shade. Something a little less… obvious. There’s a thin trail of blood from his bottom lip to his chin, little drops falling onto his sheets.

“You’re kidding me,” you immediately say, crossing your arms over your chest as you take in the sight in front of you. “Don’t tell me you’ve been batting around in the dark while I was in class.”

“I have,” Sewoon says, grinning guiltily. “But not by much. I just haven’t fed in a while, I got a bit desperate. Didn’t want you to come home to see me freaking out in the living room, getting blood stains all over the furniture.”

You chuckle, stifling a much bigger laugh. “You do that even when I am home.”

“But I try to avoid it when you’re not, just so you don’t scream at me when you get back,” he insists, eyes pleading. God, they always fucking work on you. Vamps with soft hearts are a deadly combination. No pun intended.

“I’ll scream at you any time.”

“Like now?” He asks, wincing. He knows he’s in some minorly deep shit now.

“Like now,” you confirm, walking into his dark room and pulling him from his bed by his shirt collar, holding onto it tightly as you drag him outside. “I thought we discussed the dead bird shit, man,” you say, exasperated. “What the hell is this?”

“The dead bird shit.”

“Exactly. When did you even have the time to feed off of it?” You ask, pushing the boy backwards, making him stumble over his feet, dazed. You peer out the window, squinting at the moon behind the skyscrapers. “The sun barely set an hour ago.”

“I was really hungry,” Sewoon admits, and from the way his eyes are still ignited in red hot flames and the blood on his chin is still fresh, you know he’s telling the truth. “It’s been tough.”

“Don’t you work the night shift at the hospital?” You remind him. Typically, this type of incident isn’t an issue, just because Sewoon kind of has an endless supply of human blood whenever he goes in for his internship. It’s a win-win situation most of the time, really. Sewoon gets his blood and he doesn’t have to come in contact with the sun, which—while it will not kill him—will give him a particularly gnarly sunburn on the skin where exposed. Vamp perks. Or not, you suppose.

“They’ve given me more work this past week,” Sewoon sighs, collapsing onto the couch as you get a paper towel to shove the bird out of the window. Couldn’t he have just done this on his own? “I haven’t had the time to feed.”

“God, I hate it when you’re all responsible and productive. It makes me feel so awful,” you tell him, rolling your eyes as you move his feet off of the couch so you can sit next to him. “You’re literally going to live forever. You have all the time in the world to be productive and responsible. Me? I’m gonna die.”

“Not soon, I hope,” Sewoon says, sitting up and leaning on your shoulder. “Nobody else understands my vampire ways like you do.”

“I’ve had to deal with you my entire life. Vamp or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Sewoon rests his chin on your shoulder and grins your way, a tired, hazy smile, and he shows off his blood-stained fangs in the process. They are, admittedly, very cute for a vampire, endearing and surprisingly fitting for him. It’s like he was just made to be a vamp. You can’t help but send a smile his way, not when it’s late in the evening and time feels delicate and slow. You reach a hand up and wipe away the blood on his chin with your thumb, letting it stain your skin and leave his skin pale in return.

“I’d rather live the rest of my days alone than with someone that isn’t you,” Sewoon says, and the line that resides between platonic and romantic affection is practically moot at this point, a nonsense concept that shouldn’t try to separate relationships into black and white. Every interaction with him that you have is platonic, but it could also be romantic if you wanted it to be.

The question is: Do you want it to be romantic? Does he?

Sewoon’s favorite season is winter. By a very long shot. It used to be summer, but that was before he turned, before he realized that he literally always has to walk around outside covered from head to toe, unless he was looking for some intense sunburn to go along with those awful shorts of his. Now, when the seasons change and he gets to bundle up under layers upon layers of sweaters and coats and scarves, he thrives.

You quite like the colder months too, but maybe that’s just because Sewoon always looks so adorable with that bright orange puffer jacket on over four different sweaters. Like the coziest, bright orange marshmallow in the world. He’s always had a particularly cold body, even when you two were children. Not even being turned into a vamp could change that.

“You look like you’d rather die than let your skin touch the sun,” you’re commenting as the two of you get ready to go out on the town. It’s shopping season (it’s always shopping season, really), and you’re also meeting up with one of his friends at a little winter music festival in the square.

“Isn’t that kind of the point of being a vamp?” Sewoon asks as he zips up that obnoxious orange coat of his. He fishes his only pair of gloves out from the pockets of the jacket, tugging them on before turning to attack his scarf. It takes you guys almost five minutes to get from saying that you’ll leave now to actually leaving. It’s always him.

You laugh. “Sun versus Sewoon, who will come out on top?” You declare in your best wrestling commentator voice.

Sewoon smiles to himself, little white fangs peering out from his closed mouth, meeting his soft pink bottom lip. “Sun, definitely. I’d be toast.”

“Ba dum tss,” you say, noting his probably-intentional pun and grabbing your bag and opening the door, the universal signal for hurry the fuck up, let’s go before it’s tomorrow already. Sewoon gets the message and speeds up the process of putting on his boots before scurrying to join you as you make your way down the hallway.

“Are you looking forward to this music thing?” He asks as you reach the lobby. “The one that Donghyun invited us to?”

You shrug, bracing yourself for the biting wind as you leave your complex. “I guess. I’m not looking forward to standing in the cold for God-knows how long.”

“You just gotta toughen up,” Sewoon says, reaching an arm around you and tugging you close into his side. “I’ll warm you up.”

“You’re a fucking vampire. You wouldn’t warm up even if you stood in flames,” you say, frowning.

“I tried to be hospitable and welcoming and romantic and you shoot me down, once again,” Sewoon says, shaking his head in disapproval. “Stop being so realistic all of the time. It ruins the mood.”

“That’s my job.”

“Ah, yes,” Sewoon nods, chuckling to himself heartily as the two of you make your way along the sidewalks to get to the town center, “Professional Mood Ruiner. Very prestigious title. You should put that on your resumé.”

“I’ll put it right next to Vampire Moral Support,” you joke, grinning his way and shivering from the cold. He tightens his hold on you, coat warming you up in place of the body heat that he no longer possesses.

“Yes, you do that.”

Donghyun is already there when you and Sewoon finally reach the festival stage, munching on some ridiculously unhealthy thing he probably got from a food truck nearby. He turns his head, mouth filled with food, and spots the two of you huddled together to shield yourselves from the cold as you walk over to him.

“How the hell are you wearing short sleeves?” You ask, brows furrowed. “It’s winter.”

“It’s not that cold, you guys are just weak,” Donghyun retorts, making Sewoon roll his eyes. Sometimes, when he does that, you get a little worried that those brown contacts are going to dislodge themselves and reveal the red underneath. “Look, I got us a really good spot near the front.”

“Whose smartass idea was it to have a winter music festival outside,” you mutter to yourself as you and Sewoon situate yourselves together next to Donghyun, who’s already distracted and paying little to no attention to you.

Even so, the crowd is sizeable and also getting very hype over the performing artists, Donghyun included. No wonder he’s wearing some goddamn short sleeves—the body heat he must be producing with all of that obnoxious jumping is probably warming him right up. Meanwhile, you and Sewoon are just casually standing together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. You probably look like the damn softest couple in the world, hardly even dancing to the upbeat song and all bundled up together, but neither of you are protesting. Sewoon’s always been quite comfy.

Sewoon turns to smile at you when the song changes, the shadow from his cap cast over his face as his fangs gleam in front of you. Vampires have never been so damn cute, or maybe Sewoon’s just an outlier. The one adorable vamp in the population of evil, rude ones. Of course, no wonder he’s ended up with you.

When the show ends, Donghyun rushes up to the two of you from where he was standing near the stage—you hadn’t even realized he had somehow moved—an alarming amount of sweat staining his shirt from all of the excitement. Only Donghyun would fucking somehow manage to start sweating while outside in the middle of a cold winter’s day. He looks absolutely spent, to put it gently, hair matted and panting like a dog.

“Wow, have you guys even moved?” Donghyun asks the two of you in shock. “It’s like you guys have roots growing into the ground, trapping you here.”

“I think we’re quite comfortable, don’t you?” Sewoon says confidently, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body as he grins towards you, nearly knocking into your forehead with that goddamn cap of his. You nod in response, though under this thick jacket, you’re not really sure if anyone noticed.

Donghyun puts a hand up to wave off Sewoon’s words. “Whatever. You guys can keep being soft here as the crowd leaves. I’m out. Catch you later?”

He doesn’t give either of you time to respond to his posed question and suggest another date  for meeting up, just bounces off as if the weather doesn’t affect him whatsoever, skipping away like a child.

“There’s that nice coffee shop nearby,” you remember, not wanting to go back to your apartment just yet. “Wanna go?”

Sewoon nods happily, releasing you from his embrace as the two of you head in the direction of your next destination. On the way, his fingers fiddle with yours, playing a little game in between your bodies until he eventually coaxes you into just holding his hand like normal people do.

Neither of you are really quite normal.

Stepping into the steamy little corner shop, your ears and nose heat up from the sudden change in temperature, making you shiver from the contrast. You know Sewoon experiences no such sensation, but you don’t really think he minds not having that human quality anymore. Not when your shivering is just another excuse for him to wrap his body around you like a fucking hot dog bun, or something. You eventually have to force him off of you—because with his overbearing body on top of all the heat from this coffee and your own outerwear, you feel like you’re about to melt into a pile of lava right on the hardwood floor—but he doesn’t leave you alone without a teasing little smile, one that is so terribly Sewoon of him.

“Black coffee with absolutely no flavor, how intense of you,” you comment as the two of you wander over to where you can pick up your drinks. In your best rugged, bearded lumberjack voice, you say, “Only real men waste five bucks on coffee that has no taste.”

“Oh, shut up, you know why I got it,” Sewoon says, nudging your side as he rolls your eyes, fake sick of your taunting. “Besides, it tastes better than whatever sugar-filled tea you got yourself.”

“Like you know what my very, very delicious peach green tea tastes like. With your taste buds, everything just tastes like blood, to you,” you retort.

“You got me there,” Sewoon says, pointing a finger gun your way as the barista hands you your drinks.

You migrate over to an empty couch, sitting with your legs pressed up against each others to warm up even further.

“Did you like today’s thing?” Sewoon asks, taking a sip of his coffee and not even flinching when the beverage (probably) burns his tongue. Oh, the life of a vamp.

“It was alright, I guess,” you reply. shrugging. You don’t have the invincible tongue that Sewoon does, so you refrain from drinking your tea for a little longer. “I probably would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t cold and if Donghyun weren’t so… Donghyun.”

Sewoon chuckles at your description of his friend. “That’s the most relatable thing I’ve ever heard.” Another sip. “I quite liked it, actually.”

“Really? You could hear the music under all these damn layers?”

Sewoon pouts, not appreciating your humor despite the fact that you’re absolutely hilarious. “Yes, and I enjoyed it. Makes me want to go home and experiment with my own guitar, see what I can come up with.”

“Oh, please don’t,” you say, brows downturned as you finally work up the courage to have a bit of your drink. Tastes perfect. “Your experimenting isn’t as welcome as you think it is.”

“I am a great singer, thank you,” Sewoon says, playfully affronted.

“Yeah, but you’re not necessarily a good ‘let me just strum random notes on my guitar and see if something sounds nice’ person,” you respond. You don’t know how many times you’ve come home from class to hear Sewoon stringing together some awful sounding melody, woken up in the middle of the night to some obnoxious guitaring from the room beside yours because he sleeps during the day.

Sewoon laughs at your rebuttal, too smitten to come up with his own comeback. “I was hoping you’d like it, that’s why I invited you to it.”

You chuckle. “Ah, geez, thanks. Thought I was just invited because I’m your sad mortal roommate.”

“That too,” Sewoon jokes, earning a gasp and a light smack on the shoulder from you. “I’m kidding. I really did think you’d like it, though. Was considering taking you out to another festival like this one when it gets a bit warmer.”

You narrow your eyes, taking a hesitant and drawn-out sip of your tea. “Did Donghyun set you up to do this?”

“No! All me. Thought we could go together, do some festival-y type things and listen to good music,” Sewoon says, grinning and hopeful.

It sounds suspiciously like a date to your ears, but you suppose that friends can have dates. Very romantic-sounding dates. Sewoon’s playing some sort of game here, but you’re not sure if you ever read the instruction manual, so you’re kind of just bullshitting your way through it. But a date—romantic, platonic, pathetic, whatever—with Sewoon is something you find you can never really resist.

One plus side to your best friend-slash-vamp being your long-term uni roommate is the fact that the both of you are typically awake at the same time. This can mostly be chalked up to your absolute shit sleeping schedule and the fact that he has to try and be as awake as he can during the night, since he can’t really do much besides mope in a dark room with the blinds drawn when it’s day.

Truth be told, even before Sewoon turned, he always had kind of a terrible sleeping schedule, always calling you up in high school at three in the morning to go and have some ridiculous escapade in the local park, go to a gas station convenience store and buy an obscene amount of chips before pigging out on the sidewalk. Sewoon really was just meant to be a vampire. Hardly anything changed—other than his unyielding need for blood—when he was bitten. Jeong Sewoon is still Jeong Sewoon, fangs or not, and you are still his best friend, vamp qualities and all.

He doesn’t have his internship this week—something about overstaffing and boring patients and shift cuts that you didn’t pay much attention to—and he doesn’t have class either because he takes it online (so he can do it at night), so he’s kind of just… always at home. Always. To be quite frank, you don’t really like leaving Sewoon at home alone. Not that he’s been known to you to throw massive parties or constantly bring home one-night stands (in fact, he never does the latter), but this whole vampire thing is still a bit new to the both of you. There could always be this one weird trait that could pop out of nowhere and burn the whole damn complex down, and you don’t like taking that chance.

The relationship you have with him is a little weird. You’re not necessarily his caretaker, because he knows how to deal with his own shit most of the time, but you’re also not just his best friend-slash-roommate that just so conveniently happened to want to share an apartment with him. There’s this peculiar mix of friend, guardian, guide, and another thing you don’t like putting a name to.

That thing that makes you think that half of the time there’s some romantic connotation with whatever the hell you’re doing with Sewoon. Whatever it is.

At least you can go to class with peace of mind, knowing that Sewoon typically just keeps himself busy when you’re not there with naps, schoolwork, or that beat-up old guitar that drives you nuts. The one that makes him hiss at you when you try to touch it.

You come home on a Friday night to one of the nicest scenes you think you’ve ever seen in the history of your friendship with Sewoon. Candles are lit all around the living space (you didn’t even know you owned candles) and there are Christmas lights decorating the walls. Sewoon sits on the couch, not a dead animal in sight, curled up in several layers of blankets and duvets and sheets, and a DVD case rests on your coffee table.

“The hell is this?” You ask, mostly in awe as you look around, dropping your bag onto the floor beside you.

“Movie night, except I took the liberty of setting the mood,” Sewoon says, clearly proud of his work.

“What movie are we watching?” You ask in disbelief, settling in on the couch next to him.

“Zootopia,” Sewoon says as he presses a couple of buttons on the remote, bringing the two of you to the loading screen.

“Wow, very romantic. Animals walking on two feet, damn, it just gets you,” you comment sarcastically.

“Leave me alone, I know we both like this movie, so we’re watching it.”

“You know me so well,” you mutter as you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heaps of blankets covering your bodies.

Surprisingly enough, the movie goes on perfectly and without any interruptions from Sewoon, who is notorious for pausing the movie every five minutes to say something. He just lets his arm tug you in closer as you snuggle together on your sad little couch in this homely apartment. Sewoon always laughs at the worst parts, though, and typically you’re just a little annoyed by the timing but tonight, you can’t help but relish in the sound of his giggles, heart racing when they begin and dropping when they end.

You’d be a fool to not notice the definite romantic aura this entire movie night possesses, from the candles to the blankets to the fairy lights. Even so, you swear to yourself that you’re just friends, that maybe Sewoon’s doing all of this just for fun because you guys are just friends and you’ve always been just friends and that’s how you think you’ll always be. Friends do this type of stuff for their friends? Right?

You’re almost half-asleep by the time the movie draws to a close, Shakira’s voice fading out as Sewoon lowers the volume.

“Sleepy?” He asks, voice thick with tiredness himself.

“Just a little,” you say, trying to hide it even though you know he can see right through you. “What was all of this for, anyway, Sewoon?”

Sewoon blushes a little, eyes glowing a dark burgundy in the candlelight. You’ve never seen them this shade before. “Just a thing for you.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, can’t you tell? I care about you a lot, Y/N. I never want you to leave my side,” Sewoon hums softly, and you have no idea what he’s going to say next, what else he’ll do to sweep you off your feet, until he presses his lips to yours.

This is easily the most lighthearted kiss you’ve ever had, no teeth or tongue, just a child’s playground kiss. Just his lips on yours. It makes you gasp ever so slightly, but immediately you melt into the feeling, smiling on his lips.

“So, how about it?” Sewoon asks, beaming and hopeful and promising. He’ll give you the world if it means your happiness. “Will you accept my very cheesy confession?”

You laugh into your hand, almost too in shock to say anything. Almost. “You’re such a soft vamp, Sewoon, but of course. Always. It’s always been you, Sewoon.”

Grinning in the candlelight, his fangs have never looked better.