#theo headcanons

☆ theo:

when theo says i love you, he doesn’t take it lightly. as someone who typically saves such words for special or intimate occasions, having you practically ignore him baffles him. when he comes behind you cooking and softly says “i love you,” your lack of response throws him completely for a loop.

stands there blinking for a second, wondering if you are too focused on cooking (but you’re just stirring) or didn’t hear him (even though his mouth is right next to your ear). cue more confused blinking as he waits for a delayed “i love you” back and doesn’t get one.

eventually his curiosity and confusion get the better of him. “did you hear me?” when you nod, he just stares at you. and doesn’t stop, even when you laugh. “theo, what are you doing?” more staring. you’ve broken him.

when you finally explain the prank, he comes to life again, exasperated. “ya! it’s not funny!” despite his show of annoyance he’s smiling, relieved it was just a dumb joke. goes back to normal the second you say i love you, with a kiss for good measure. “that’s what i thought.”

☆ jiung:

when jiung mumbles “i love you” into your ear while you’re cuddling in bed in the morning, he doesn’t think too much about it at first. he never really expects you to say it in return, he mostly just says it because it’s what’s on his mind rather than for a reaction or response. however, when he repeats the words later when you’re saying goodnight, and you still don’t say it back, he begins to feel like something is off.

immediately jumps to worrying. is something wrong? are you upset with him? or just upset in general? this isn’t like you at all, especially not twice. he waits for a couple minutes in case you bring it up, but when you don’t, he gently approaches the subject.

“is everything okay?” “yeah, of course! why?” “i don’t know, you just didn’t say i love you back earlier, and then again right now…”

he looks so genuinely concerned for you that you drop the act quickly and tell him that it’s just a prank. his worry melts away and he groans dramatically. “seriously? i thought something was wrong!” feels a little ridiculous for falling for it, but is good natured and laughs at himself. with his concerns eased, he repeats his goodnight, smiling when you, at last, say “i love you” too.

☆ intak:

intak LOVES saying i love you and LOVES hearing it from you, too, it makes him so giddy. so he notices it immediately when you don’t say it back when he kisses you before leaving for work in the morning. spends the entire day thinking about it, replaying the moment and trying to understand why you didn’t say it back. is both dumbfounded and anxious. did he upset you? are you mad? cannot fathom why you wouldn’t say it back unless something is wrong.

his concern would quickly turn into feeling kind of hurt and bummed about it. when he gets home, it would be obvious that something was bothering him by his posture and distractedness. you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he ruminates, constantly glancing at you with those inquisitive puppy eyes as you eat dinner like nothing happened.

doesn’t know how to bring it up and just goes kind of quiet, mind still trying to work out what to do and how to figure this out. while washing dishes, he’ll gather up his courage and gently ask you if there’s anything wrong. when you tell him no, of course not, he’s even more confused and worried.

he wouldn’t catch on ever and would just continue to sadly mull over your lack of response in his head so you’d have to tell him yourself that it was a prank. when you do, he practically melts into a puddle with relief. “oh my god, i thought i did something wrong, but i couldn’t figure out what-” will be extra clingy and will demand lots of kisses and “i loves yous” to make him feel better after being stressed about it the whole day

☆ soul:

in my head, soul doesn’t verbally say “i love you” all that often, preferring to save the words for special occasions and intimate moments. so when you don’t say it back, he takes it personally. will literally stare at you, waiting for you say it back

when you walk away instead, he stands in spot for a few stunned moments before following you. and staring again. and if you move again, he trails behind you, eyes practically burning holes in your head while he waits for you to give him the response he’s looking for.

after shifting locations three or four times, you are forced to acknowledge him with a laugh. “what?” “you didn’t say it back.” “what?” “i love you. you didn’t say it back.”

when you shrug and go back to what you were doing, it dawns on him that you’re probably looking for a reaction by pulling a prank. decides to make every effort to put you through hell until you confess your sins LMAO will poke your arm, get all in your space, continually demand you say it back until you finally give in and say it. and then you’re immediately forgiven. he kisses your forehead and goes back to whatever he was doing before like nothing happened, smiling to himself that he beat you at your own game

☆ jongseob:

please don’t ever ever ever do this to jongseob he will be STRESSED. he’s very conscious of the words “i love you” and the weight behind them and makes a point to say them to you at least once a day. when you’re curled up in bed together doing your own things, he gently kisses your cheek and says it.

when you hum in response instead of saying it back, he immediately loses his ability to think of anything else for the rest of the day. will play it off as nothing because he rationalizes that it’s not really a big deal. internally, he’s overthinking like nobodys business. why didn’t you say it back? were you just not feeling it? distracted? upset? maybe you’ve just reached that point in your relationship where you don’t feel the need to say it back every time. but you’ve never done that. are you upset with him? spirals. literally zones out and spirals.

later, he’ll make it more intentional: “you know i love you, right?” when you nod, he frowns. “okay, i’m not overthinking this, right?”

when you tell him it’s a prank, he sighs with relief and a bit of fond exasperation. “i was so stressed...” honestly finds it funny now that he’s not stressed about it, but will be a little petty for the bit. eventually just rolls his eyes, and relents with a “c’mere,” kissing you and telling you not to do something like that again for the sake of his well being

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It all started when your best friend came to your apartment one night out of nowhere, low-key freaking out.

Huh. Why is he here at like 2am.... Wait are his teeth a little pointier? "Woah woah, slow down a second, what's going on?" You scrunch your eyebrows with a weary breath, as your exhausted brain is catching up.

"Slow down?! I'm a fucking vampire! How am I supposed to be calm about this?!" Theo says so much more loudly than anyone should for the time of night. But, hell after hearing his words you don't blame him for the piercing sound.

The beginning:

• So that's how you got to that point of figuring out your best friend became a vampire. Finally after the probably hour of "what do I do?" over and over, you get the story of what happened.

• apparently from a feeding gone wrong, with a town vampire rule of "leave no bodies", the vampire turned Theo after accidentally feeding too much from him.

• and then they just... Peaced out... Not their problem to solve besides the fact he's technically alive still. So technically no body?

• wasn't any easier to digest his almost death and now his undeath.

• It eventually ended up his routine to feed from you, granted he was reluctant, but it was the easiest solution to not effect others

• he would always put it off though because he didn't need you to get low blood iron, he couldn't have his best friend end up unhealthy now could he?

• so he would make do with either snacking on raw meat or get some blood from the butcher's. Healthiest option? No. But it worked until he absolutely needed human blood again.

Wait... Something's happening:

• This was where his problem started to form though. He started to get a bit too familiar with your blood.

• He had made some ground rules to make y'all both more comfortable, where he only bit from your arm. But let's be real.... Humans scents don't come from their arms that much. They're strongest from the neck because of the arteries.

• watching a movie or show together? Oh he's getting a bit tired? Uh oh, he got a bit too close when he let his head fall and now he can only smell your blood.

• He'd end up on the opposite side of the couch. He's also stealing the blanket as well when he does so. How else is he supposed to distract himself? The movie? No, his hands need to be gripping something as well for him to act like nothing is going on.

• He can't keep up like this. Maybe he just needs to try some other blood, surely giving himself exposure to other experiences will dampen the effects of what's happening.

• You know how vampires will hypnotize people to enjoy getting fed from? Normally to make the experience more enjoyable, at least to them? Yeah well Theo doesn't do that. Feels wrong. "Just act like nothing's happening, actually just ignore me entirely."

• The entire experience was awful, I mean he got what he needed... But it just was NOT something he wanted to make the norm. But, if this made being around you more normal, he'd suffer through it.

• Oh god. Nope. He actually smells your blood more. How many times could you drink what was basically ambrosia, smell it as well, and then willingly go grab some water instead?

• it was surely just your blood tempting him... No other feelings bothering him at all. No other conflicts. He's Theo. You know. Loves no one. Like famously didn't even have a middle school crush, and dated someone for maybe two days in highschool because of the hype for all of these years you've known him. But no, relationships? Not for him.

• wait some guy asked you out? Tonight? And he only suggested a night hang out? Hell. no.

• That bastard is either a vampire or a pervert who just wants to "get some" No he's not jealous, he just doesn't want you to get played by some creep.

• Yeah Theo's ass is whipped, but he's just too oblivious to what his own damn feelings are. No matter how much it hits him like a brick, nor how many times.

• Oh you were just letting him know what happened to you today? You weren't actually planning on going? Good, no need for you to go out to anything dangerous like that. That's why he's relieved. Definitely.

• Well not until it's almost been a year of this and he then realizes you're going to keep getting older, yet he'll have possibly an eternity, to regret not having you there along with him.

Here we go:

• Theo finally works up the courage to talk about it in the round about way of "not wanting to see your life progress at a different speed than him." and how he just didn't want life to feel any different from now. He can't get his real point across for his undead life. Expressing with words is NOT his strong suit, but at least he has a longer time to work on it now.

• and as serious as the conversation was, and how big of a question it would be to ask someone else to become a vampire along with them. You accepted, but with one condition.

• Do it next year, it only makes sense to let your body be slightly physically older, as people always thought you were the eldest out of the two of them. Finally you'll live up to technically being the older one.

• Yeah y'all end up bickering, but not because y'all are actually fighting. He couldn't care less about being the "older" one, but he'd rather deal with it now instead of waiting.

• meanwhile you want to wait to plan stuff out a bit more. I mean you basically just kind of got confessed to, and now he's essentially asking to be biting on OTHER people. Nah let's figure out the logistics of that first.

• But it's not a real fight, it's just mostly playful even if it's passionate.

• Eventually he'll end up asking if his vibes are right for "hot vampire boyfriend" he could pull off the role, right?

• why are you laughing at him? He's being serious.

• Whenever you go out at night, until you turn, he low-key insists on coming with you. Or at the very least share your location with him, cause he doesn't trust other vampires to leave you alone. If anything the fact he's around you so much might make it more dangerous.

• Or if you go somewhere that notoriously has a lot of other vampires there even during the day, his ass is grabbing an umbrella so he can go out with you anyways.

• btw he still avoids biting your neck, he's afraid of getting a bit too into it as he can barely even just handle the concept itself. Sometimes he just stares at it though, he gets entranced.

• and then when he realizes immediately retreats all over again. But if you ever ask about it, he will just straight up drop the bomb that he can't help but get overwhelmed just by being near it.

• that when he's too close he feels like he's straight up drugged and the side effect is being an absolute fool. He could just straight up ask, but he considers it a forbidden fruit 😭🙏

• and that does NOT help his temptations, he's just torturing himself at that point.

• going along with basically torturing himself through that, it includes wanting to nap together because "being undead is cold, you're like my heater, so come here :("

• and he will whine about it until you do, unless you actually can't at the moment. He wouldn't actually force it.

• about half of the time he can't actually nap, but he says that just laying with you recharged him so he expects more sessions of his warm portable battery <3

• "hey if you're going to stay human for longer, at the very least keep me warm..."

• btw his body temperature is no different, it's purely an excuse. I mean you are warm, but he's no colder than he was as a human.

• and you know he's lying too, but who are you to deny him or call him out when he's sitting there with his arms out and pouting?

• The guy who would grumble when people were touchy with him sitting there pleading for a rejuvenating cuddle session? Yeah, you'll let him have this.

"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted, voice quieter than usual. "Of failing, of not being enough—for myself, for the people I care about."

It was the first time you'd seen him stripped of his usual humor and confidence. The way he let you see that raw part of him made your heart ache—in the best way. He wasn't just fun and bold and loud. He was layered, deep, and open in ways only someone truly trusting could be. As you looked at him, hair tousled, eyes soft, you thought: This is the kind of person I want to face every version of life with. This is home.

Theo – wc: 212

You’d had one of those days—full of misunderstandings, fatigue, and a gnawing anxiety you couldn’t shake. You texted Theo, not asking him to come, just venting. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock. No words, no dramatics. Just Theo, holding your favorite drink and a warm hoodie that smelled like him.

You both sat on the couch. He let you lay your head on his shoulder. No advice. No fixing. Just presence. Steady, unwavering presence.

You cried a little. He held your hand.

And when you finally looked up, red-eyed and emotionally wrung out, he smiled a small, sad smile and said, “You don’t always have to be okay. I’ll hold you through it.”

At that moment, you knew. Love wasn’t always loud or poetic. Sometimes it was quiet and grounding. And in that stillness, you realized: Forever is with him.

Jiung – wc: 211

You both had creative souls—his in music, yours in writing and visual art. One rainy evening, you found yourselves sprawled across the floor of his studio. He was tweaking beats and lyrics while you sketched a new concept inspired by his latest song.

“I love how your brain works,” Jiung said suddenly, watching you from behind his laptop. “You make things feel alive.”

You blushed, a little surprised. He wasn’t the type to compliment lightly, but when he did, it always felt sincere.

Later that night, when he played the finished demo and you saw your drawing sitting beside his notebook, you realized how deeply your worlds were woven together. In your art, in your rhythms, in your quiet encouragements—this was more than just chemistry. This was partnership.

That’s when it struck you: I don’t just love him. I want to create life with him, over and over again.

Intak – wc: 209

It started as a joke. You were bored, and Intak, ever the instigator, grabbed your hand and said, “Let’s drive till we find something cool.” Two hours later, you were eating street food in a small coastal town, barefoot on a beach neither of you knew existed that morning.

You laughed until your stomach hurt, danced to a stranger’s guitar playing, and talked about your craziest dreams like they were possible.

At some point, Intak looked at you with that boyish grin and said, “What if we just kept going? New places, new food, you and me. Just… forever like this.”

You laughed then, but as the sun set and you watched him skip rocks across the water, you couldn’t stop smiling. Because forever didn’t sound scary. Not with him. Not with his wild heart, his gentle soul, his chaotic joy.

This wasn’t just a detour. It was the beginning of your favorite story.

Soul – wc: 200

It wasn’t a special day. There were no holidays, no celebrations. You were just at home, folding laundry together. The TV played softly in the background, Soul humming absentmindedly along to a song he liked.

He handed you a pair of socks, then paused to fix the collar of your shirt with such quiet tenderness it made your heart ache. “You always forget this part,” he murmured with a small laugh, smoothing it out.

You looked up, caught in his calm eyes, and suddenly felt the weight of the moment.

No grand gestures. No big declarations. Just soft love, steady hands, and a deep knowing.

With Soul, it wasn’t about the high points—it was the everyday magic. And in that silence, you knew: He’s my forever. My ordinary miracle.

Jongseob – wc: 204

The night sky stretched endlessly above you as you lay on a blanket in a quiet park. Jongseob was talking about the future—his bucket list, the music he still wanted to make, the people he wanted to impact.

Then his voice shifted. Softer.

“But no matter what happens, I want you there with me,” he said. “In every version of my future, you're in it.”

You turned to look at him, lit only by the moonlight, and saw the rare vulnerability in his usually confident eyes.

He wasn’t just speaking from fantasy—he was making a promise. A quiet, hopeful, real promise.

You reached for his hand, and when he gripped it back tightly, you knew—this isn’t just love. This is fate.